21 'He keeped me so long and long, From the evening late till the morning came. 22 'All that he gave me at our parting Was a pair of gloves and a gay gold ring. 23 'If you will not believe what I tell to thee, There's the key of my coffer, you may go and see.' 24 His mother went, and threw and flang, Till to her hand the ring it came. 25 'Lord Benwall, wilt thou tell to me Where is the ring I gave to thee?' 26 'Now I would give all my lands and tower, To have that lady in my bower. 27 'I would give all my lands and rents, To have that lady in my tents.' 28 'You need not give all your lands and tower, For you have that lady in your power. 29 'You need not give all your lands and rents, For you have that lady in your tents.' 30 Now it was written on the child's breast-bone Lord Benwall's sirname and his name. 31 It was written on the child's right hand That he should be heir of Lord Benwall's land. 32 'Canst cloath my lady in the silk, And feed my young son with the milk.' F #a.# Motherwell's MS., p 219. From the recitation of Mrs Thomson, February, 1825. #b.# Motherwell's Minstrelsy, Appendix, p. xvi, the first stanza only. 1 There were three sisters in a bouir, Eh down and Oh down And the youngest o them was the fairest flour. Eh down and O down 2 And we began our seven years wark, To sew our brither John a sark. 3 When seven years was come and gane, There was nae a sleeve in it but ane. 4 But we coost kevils us amang Wha wud to the green-wood gang. 5 But tho we had coosten neer sae lang, The lot it fell on me aye to gang. 6 I was the youngest, and I was the fairest, And alace! my wierd it was aye the sairest. 7 . . . . . . . Till I had to the woods to gae. 8 To pull the cherrie and the slae, And to seek our ae brither, we had nae mae. 9 But as I was walking the leas o Lyne, I met a youth gallant and fine; 10 Wi milk white stockings and coal black shoon; He seemed to be some gay lord's son. 11 But he keepit me there sae lang, sae lang, Till the maids in the morning were singing their sang. 12 Would I wee or would I way, He keepit me the lang simmer day. 13 Would I way or would I wight, He keepit me the simmer night. 14 But guess what was at our parting? A pair o grass green gloves and a gay gold ring. 15 He gave me three plaits o his yellow hair, In token that we might meet mair. 16 But when nine months were come and gane, This gallant lord cam back again. 17 He's wed this lady, and taen her wi him; But as they were riding the leas o Lyne,