51 'What ye did wi the grass green gloves and gay gold ring That ye gat at your own birth-een?' 52 'I gave them to as pretty a may As ever I saw in a simmer day. 53 'I wud rather than a' my lands sae broad That I had her as sure as eer I had. 54 'I would rather than a' my lands sae free I had her here this night wi me.' 55 'I wish you good o your lands sae broad, For ye have her as sure as eer ye had. 56 'I wish ye good o your lands sae free, For ye have her here this night wi thee.' 57 'Gar wash my auld son in the milk, Gar deck my lady's bed wi silk.' 58 He gave his auld son kisses three, But he doubled them a' to his gay ladye. G Herd's Ancient and Modern Scots Songs, 1769, p. 244; ed. 1776, I, 83. 1 As Bothwell was walking in the lowlands alane, Hey down and a down He met six ladies sae gallant and fine. Hey down and a down 2 He cast his lot amang them a', And on the youngest his lot did fa. 3 He's brought her frae her mother's bower, Unto his strongest castle and tower. 4 But ay she cried and made great moan, And ay the tear came trickling down. 5 'Come up, come up,' said the foremost man, 'I think our bride comes slowly on.' 6 'O lady, sits your saddle awry, Or is your steed for you owre high?' 7 'My saddle is not set awry, Nor carries me my steed owre high; 8 'But I am weary of my life, Since I maun be Lord Bothwell's wife.' 9 He's blawn his horn sae sharp and shrill, Up start the deer on evry hill. 10 He's blawn his horn sae lang and loud, Up start the deer in gude green-wood. 11 His lady mother lookit owre the castle wa, And she saw them riding ane and a'. 12 She's calld upon her maids by seven, To mak his bed baith saft and even. 13 She's calld upon her cooks by nine, To make their dinner fair and fine. 14 When day was gane, and night was come, 'What ails my love on me to frown? 15 'Or does the wind blow in your glove? Or runs your mind on another love?' 16 'Nor blows the wind within my glove, Nor runs my mind on another love; 17 'But I nor maid nor maiden am, For I'm wi bairn to another man.' 18 'I thought I'd a maiden sae meek and sae mild, But I've nought but a woman wi child.' 19 His mother's taen her up to a tower, And lockit her in her secret bower. 20 'Now, doughter mine, come tell to me, Wha's bairn this is that you are wi.' 21 'O mother dear, I canna learn Wha is the faither of my bairn. 22 'But as I walkd in the lowlands my lane, I met a gentleman gallant and fine. 23 'He keepit me there sae late and sae lang, Frae the evning late till the morning dawn.