34 O then he drew his trusty brand, That hang down by his gare, And he has slain these three fierce men, And left them sprawling there. 35 Then word has gane to her mother, In bed where she slept soun, That Willie had killd her three bauld sons, Amang the bent sae brown. 36 Then she has cut the locks that hung Sae low down by her ee, Sae has she kiltit her green claithing A little aboon her knee. 37 And she has on to the king's court, As fast as gang coud she; When Fair Annie got word o that, Was there as soon as she. 38 Her mother, when before the king, Fell low down on her knee; 'Win up, win up, my dame,' he said, 'What is your will wi me?' 39 'My wills they are not sma, my liege, The truth I'll tell to thee; There is ane o your courtly knights Last night hae robbed me.' 40 'And has he broke your bigly bowers? Or has he stole your fee? There is nae knight into my court Last night has been frae me; 41 'Unless 't was Willie o Lauderdale, Forbid that it be he!' 'And by my sooth,' says the auld woman, 'That very man is he. 42 'For he has broke my bigly bowers, And he has stole my fee, And made my daughter Ann a whore, And an ill woman is she. 43 'That was not all he did to me, Ere he went frae the town; My sons sae true he fiercely slew, Amang the bent sae brown.' 44 Then out it spake her daughter Ann, She stood by the king's knee: 'Ye lie, ye lie, my mother dear, Sae loud 's I hear you lie. 45 'He has not broke your bigly bowers, Nor has he stole your fee, Nor made your daughter Ann a whore; A good woman I'll be. 46 'Altho he slew your three bauld sons, He weel might be forgien; They were well clad in armour bright, Whan my love was him lane.' 47 'Well spoke, well spoke,' the king replied, 'This tauking pleases me; For ae kiss o your lovely mouth, I'll set your true-love free.' 48 She 's taen the king in her arms, And kissd him cheek and chin; He then set her behind her love, And they went singing hame.