33 Out then spake the lord's mother; Says, 'This is not a maiden fair. 34 'In that chair nae leal maiden Eer sits down till they be bidden.' 35 The Billie Blin then outspake he, As he stood by the fair ladie. 36 'The bonnie may is tired wi riding, Gaurd her sit down ere she was bidden.' * * * * * * * 37 But on her waiting-maid she ca'd: 'Fair ladie, what 's your will wi me?' 'O ye maun gie yere maidenheid This night to an unco lord for me.' 38 'I hae been east, I hae been west, I hae been far beyond the sea, But ay, by grenewode or by bower, I hae keepit my virginitie. 39 'But will it for my ladie plead, I'll gie 't this night to an unco lord.' * * * * * * * 40 When bells were rung an vespers sung, An men in sleep were locked soun, 41 Childe Branton and the waiting-maid Into the bridal bed were laid. 42 'O lie thee down, my fair ladie, Here are a' things meet for thee; 43 'Here's a bolster for yere head, Here is sheets an comelie weids.' * * * * * * * 44 'Now tell to me, ye Billie Blin, If this fair dame be a leal maiden.' 45 'I wat she is as leal a wight As the moon shines on in a simmer night. 46 'I wat she is as leal a may As the sun shines on in a simmer day. 47 'But your bonnie bride's in her bower, Dreeing the mither's trying hour.' 48 Then out o his bridal bed he sprang, An into his mither's bower he ran. 49 'O mither kind, O mither dear, This is nae a maiden fair. 50 'The maiden I took to my bride Has a bairn atween her sides. 51 'The maiden I took to my bower Is dreeing the mither's trying hour.' 52 Then to the chamber his mother flew, And to the wa the door she threw. 53 She stapt at neither bolt nor ban, Till to that ladie's bed she wan. 54 Says, 'Ladie fair, sae meek an mild, Wha is the father o yere child?' 55 'O mither dear,' said that ladie, 'I canna tell gif I sud die. 56 'We were sisters, we were seven, We were the fairest under heaven. 57 'And it was a' our seven years wark To sew our father's seven sarks. 58 'And whan our seven years wark was done, We laid it out upon the green. 59 'We coost the lotties us amang, Wha wad to the greenwode gang; 60 'To pu the lily but an the rose, To strew witha' our sisters' bowers. 61 ..... 'I was youngest, ..... my weer was hardest. 62 'And to the greenwode I bu[d] gae. . . . . . . . 63 'There I met a handsome childe, . . . . . . . 64 'Wi laigh-coled stockings and high-coled shoon, He seemed to be some king's son.