12 'I have not ridden this lee lang day. Nor yet have I stolen this lady away. 13 'She is my only, my sick sister, Whom I have brought from Winchester.' 14 'If she be sick, and like to dead, Why wears she the ribbon sae red? 15 'If she be sick, and like to die, Then why wears she the gold on high?' 16 When he came to this lady's gate, Sae rudely as he rapped at it. 17 'O where's the lady o this ha?' 'She's out with her maids to play at the ba.' 18 'Ha, ha, ha! ye are a' mistaen: Gae count your maidens oer again. 19 'I saw her far beyond the moor, Away to be the Earl o Bran's whore.' 20 The father armed fifteen of his best men, To bring his daughter back again. 21 Oer her left shoulder the lady looked then: 'O Earl Bran, we both are tane.' 22 'If they come on me ane by ane, Ye may stand by and see them slain. 23 'But if they come on me one and all, Ye may stand by and see me fall.' 24 They have come on him ane by ane, And he has killed them all but ane. 25 And that ane came behind his back, And he's gien him a deadly whack. 26 But for a' sae wounded as Earl Bran was, He has set his lady on her horse. 27 They rode till they came to the water o Doune, And then he alighted to wash his wounds. 28 'O Earl Bran, I see your heart's blood!' 'T is but the gleat o my scarlet hood.' 29 They rode till they came to his mother's gate, And sae rudely as he rapped at it. 30 'O my son's slain, my son's put down, And a' for the sake of an English loun.' 31 'O say not sae, my dear mother, But marry her to my youngest brother. * * * * * * * 32 'This has not been the death o ane, But it's been that of fair seventeen.' * * * * * * * B Scott's Minstrelsy, III, 246, ed. 1803; III, 6, ed. 1833: the copy principally used supplied by Mr Sharpe, the three last stanzas from a penny pamphlet and from tradition. 1 'Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas,' she says, 'And put on your armour so bright; Let it never be said that a daughter of thine Was married to a lord under night. 2 'Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons, And put on your armour so bright, And take better care of your youngest sister, For your eldest's awa the last night.' 3 He's mounted her on a milk-white steed, And himself on a dapple grey, With a bugelet horn hung down by his side, And lightly they rode away. 4 Lord William lookit oer his left shoulder, To see what he could see, And there he spy'd her seven brethren bold, Come riding over the lee.