"Thro' Birss and Aboyne," she says, "lyin in a tour, O'er the hills o' Glentanar you'll skip in an hour." --There's grief in the kitchen, and mirth in the ha'; But the Baron o' Brackley is dead and awa. CHILD VYET |Lord Ingram and Child Vyet, Were both born in ane bower, Had both their loves on one Lady, The less was their honour. Child Vyet and Lord Ingram, Were both born in one hall, Had both their loves on one Lady, The worse did them befall. Lord Ingram woo'd the Lady Maisry, From father and from mother; Lord Ingram woo'd the Lady Maisry, From sister and from brother. Lord Ingram wooed the Lady Maisry, With leave of all her kin; And every one gave full consent, But she said no, to him. Lord Ingram wooed the Lady Maisry, Into her father's ha'; Child Vyet wooed the Lady Maisry, Amang the sheets so sma'. Now it fell out upon a day, She was dressing her head, That ben did come her father dear, Wearing the gold so red. "Get up now, Lady Maisry, Put on your wedding gown, For Lord Ingram will be here, Your wedding must be done!" "I'd rather be Child Vyet's wife, The white fish to sell, Before I were Lord Ingram's wife, To wear the silk so well! "I'd rather be Child Vyet's wife, With him to beg my bread, Before I'd be Lord Ingram's wife, To wear the gold so red. [Illustration: 0142] "Where will I get a bonny boy, Will win gold to his fee, Will run unto Child Vyet's, With this letter from me?" "O here, I am the boy," says one, "Will win gold to my fee, And carry away any letter, To Child Vyet from thee." (_ben_, in.) And when he found the bridges broke, He bent his bow and swam; And when he found the grass growing, He hasten'd and he ran. And when he came to Vyet's castle, He did not knock nor call, But set his bent bow to his breast, And lightly leaped the wall; And ere the porter open'd the gate, The boy was in the hall. The first line that Child Vyet read, A grieved man was he; The next line that he looked on, A tear blinded his e'e. "What ails my own brother," he says, "He'll not let my love be; But I'll send to my brother's bridal; The woman shall be free. "Take four and twenty bucks and ewes, And ten tun of the wine, And bid my love be blithe and glad, And I will follow syne." There was not a groom about that castle, But got a gown of green; Child Vyet s' 109 And a' was blithe, and a was glad, But Lady Maisry was wi' wean. There was no cook about the kitchen, But got a gown of gray; And a' was blythe, and a was glad, But Lady Maisry was wae. 'Tween Mary Kirk and that castle, Was all spread o'er with [garl]. To keep the lady and her maidens, From tramping on the [marl]. From Mary Kirk to that castle,