69 'An I would gi a' my father's lan, I had that lady my yates within. 70 'I would gi a' my ha's an towrs, I had that bright burd i my bowrs.' 71 'O son, keep still your father's lan; You hae that lady your yates within. 72 'An keep you still your ha's an towrs; You hae that bright burd i your bowrs.' 73 Now or a month was come an gone, This lady bare a bonny young son. 74 An it was well written on his breast-bane 'Gil Brenton is my father's name.' B Scott's Minstrelsy, II, 117, ed. 1802. Ed. 1830, III, 263. Partly from the recitation of Miss Christian Rutherford. 1 Cospatrick has sent oer the faem, Cospatrick brought his ladye hame. 2 And fourscore ships have come her wi, The ladye by the grenewood tree. 3 There were twal and twal wi baken bread, And twal and twal wi gowd sae reid: 4 And twal and twal wi bouted flour, And twal and twal wi the paramour. 5 Sweet Willy was a widow's son, And at her stirrup he did run. 6 And she was clad in the finest pall, But aye she let the tears down fall. 7 'O is your saddle set awrye? Or rides your steed for you owre high? 8 'Or are you mourning in your tide That you suld be Cospatrick's bride?' 9 'I am not mourning at this tide That I suld be Cospatrick's bride; 10 'But I am sorrowing in my mood That I suld leave my mother good. 11 'But, gentle boy, come tell to me, What is the custom of thy countrye?' 12 'The custom thereof, my dame,' he says, 'Will ill a gentle laydye please. 13 'Seven king's daughters has our lord wedded, And seven king's daughters has our lord bedded; 14 'But he's cutted their breasts frae their breast bane, And sent them mourning hame again. 15 'Yet, gin you're sure that you're a maid, Ye may gae safely to his bed; 16 'But gif o that ye be na sure, Then hire some damsell o your bour.' 17 The ladye's calld her bour-maiden, That waiting was into her train; 18 'Five thousand merks I will gie thee, To sleep this night with my lord for me.' 19 When bells were rung, and mass was sayne, And a' men unto bed were gane, 20 Cospatrick and the bonny maid, Into ae chamber they were laid. 21 'Now, speak to me, blankets, and speak to me, bed, And speak, thou sheet, inchanted web; 22 'And speak up, my bonny brown sword, that winna lie, Is this a true maiden that lies by me?' 23 'It is not a maid that you hae wedded, But it is a maid that you hae bedded. 24 'It is a liel maiden that lies by thee, But not the maiden that it should be.' 25 O wrathfully he left the bed, And wrathfully his claiths on did. 26 And he has taen him thro the ha, And on his mother he did ca.