28 'Gae saddle to me the black, the black, Gae saddle to me the brown; Gae saddle to me the swiftest steed, To hae me to the town.' 29 Ere he was three miles near the town, She heard his horse-foot patt: 'Mend up the fire, my fause brother, It scarce comes to my pap.' 30 Ere he was twa miles near the town, She heard his bridle ring: 'Mend up the fire, my fause brother, It scarce comes to my chin. 31 'But look about, my fause brother, Ye see not what I see; I see them coming here, or lang Will mend the fire for thee.' 32 Then up it comes him little Prince James, And fiercely looked he: 'I'se make my love's words very true She said concerning me. 33 'O wha has been sae bauld,' he said, 'As put this bonfire on? And wha has been sae bauld,' he said, 'As put that lady in?' 34 Then out it spake her brother then, He spoke right furiouslie; Says, I'm the man that put her in: Wha dare hinder me? 35 'If my hands had been loose,' she said, 'As they are fastly bound, I woud hae looted me to the ground, Gien you up your bonny young son.' 36 'I will burn, for my love's sake, Her father and her mother; And I will burn, for my love's sake, Her sister and her brother. 37 'And I will burn, for my love's sake, The whole o a' her kin; And I will burn, for my love's sake, Thro Linkum and thro Lin. 38 'And mony a bed will I make toom, And bower will I make thin; And mony a babe shall thole the fire, For I may enter in.' 39 Great meen was made for Lady Maisry, On that hill whare she was slain; But mair was for her ain true-love, On the fields for he ran brain. I #a.# Motherwell's MS., p. 235; Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 221. #b.# Motherwell's MS., p. 179, from Mrs Thomson, of Kilbarchan. #c.# Motherwell's MS., p. 181, from Mrs McLean, of Glasgow. 1 There lived a lady in Scotland, Hey my love and ho my joy There lived a lady in Scotland, Who dearly loved me There lived a lady in Scotland, An she's fa'n in love wi an Englishman. And bonnie Susie Cleland is to be burnt in Dundee 2 The father unto the daughter came, Who dearly loved me Saying, Will you forsake that Englishman? 3 'If you will not that Englishman forsake, Who dearly loved me O I will burn you at a stake.' 4 'I will not that Englishman forsake, Who dearly loved me Tho you should burn me at a stake. 5 'O where will I get a pretty little boy, Who dearly loves me Who will carry tidings to my joy?' 6 'Here am I, a pretty little boy, Who dearly loves thee Who will carry tidings to thy joy.'