20 'O there's a bird within this bower, That sings baith sad and sweet; O there's a bird within your bower Keeps me frae my night's sleep.' 21 They left the douking on the day, And douked upon the night, And where that sackless knight lay slain, The candles burned bright. 22 The deepest pot in a' the linn They fand Erl Richard in; A green turf tyed across his breast, To keep that gude lord down. 23 Then up and spake the king himsell, When he saw the deadly wound, 'O wha has slain my right-hand man, That held my hawk and hound?' 24 Then up and spake the popinjay, Says, What needs a' this din? It was his light lemman took his life, And hided him in the linn. 25 She swore her by the grass sae grene, Sae did she by the corn, She had na seen him Erl Richard Since Moninday at morn. 26 'Put na the wyte on me,' she said, 'It was my may, Catherine:' Then they hae cut baith fern and thorn, To burn that maiden in. 27 It wadna take upon her cheik, Nor yet upon her chin, Nor yet upon her yellow hair, To cleanse the deadly sin. 28 The maiden touchd the clay-cauld corpse, A drap it never bled; The ladye laid her hand on him, And soon the ground was red. 29 Out they hae ta'en her May Catherine, And put her mistress in; The flame tuik fast upon her cheik, Tuik fast upon her chin, Tuik fast upon her fair bodye, She burnd like hollins grene. K Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, I, 118. 1 Lady Maisry forth from her bower came, And stood on her tower-head; She thought she heard a bridle ring, The sound did her heart guid. 2 She thought it was her first true-love, Whom she loved ance in time; But it was her new love, Hunting, Come frae the hunting o the hyn. 3 'Gude morrow, gude morrow, Lady Maisry, God make you safe and free; I'm come to take my last farewell, And pay my last visit to thee.' 4 'O stay, O stay then, Young Hunting, O stay with me this night; Ye shall hae cheer, an charcoal clear, And candles burning bright.' 5 'Have no more cheer, you lady fair, An hour langer for me; I have a lady in Garmouth town I love better than thee.' 6 'O if your love be changed, my love, Since better canno be, Nevertheless, for auld lang syne, Ye'll stay this night wi me. 7 'Silver, silver shall be your wage, And gowd shall be your fee, And nine times nine into the year Your weed shall changed be. 8 'Will ye gae to the cards or dice, Or to a tavern fine? Or will ye gae to a table forebye, And birl baith beer and wine?'