21 ‘Full haste, nae speed, for me, kind sir,’ Replied the lady clear; ‘Far better bucklings ye maun bide Or ye gain my love by weir. 22 ‘King Honour is my father’s name, The morn to war maun fare, And that’s to fight a proud giant, That’s wrought him muckle care. 23 ‘Along wi him he is to take Baith noble knights and squires; I woud wish you as well-dressd a knight As ony will be there. 24 ‘And I’ll gie you a thousand crowns, To part amang your men; A robe upon your ain body, Weel sewd wi my ain hand. 25 ‘Likewise a ring, a royal thing, The virtue it is gude; If ony o your men be hurt, It soon will stem their blude. 26 ‘Another ring, a royal thing, Whose virtue is well known; As lang’s this ring your body’s on, Your bluid shall neer be drawn.’ 27 He kissd her then, and took his leave, His heart was all in pride, And he is on to Windsor gone, And his boy by his side. 28 And when he unto Windsor came, And lighted on the green, There he saw his auld father, Was walking him alane. 29 ‘Where hae ye been, my son, Ronald, From gude school-house the day?’ ‘O I hae been at Linne, father, Seeking yon bonny may.’ 30 ‘O wae’s me for you now, Ronald, For she will not you hae; Mony a knight and bauld baron She’s nickd them a’ wi nay.’ 31 ‘O had your tongue, my father dear, Lat a’ your folly be; The last words that I wi her spake, Her love was granted me. 32 ‘King Honour is her father’s name, The morn to war maun fare, And that’s to fight a proud giant, That’s wrought him muckle care. 33 ‘Alang wi him he means to take Baith knights and noble squires; And she wishes me as well drest a knight As ony will be there. 34 ‘And she’s gaen me a thousand crowns, To part amang my men; A robe upon my ain body, Weel sewd wi her ain hand. 35 ‘Likewise a ring, a royal thing, The virtue it is gude; If ony o my men be hurt, It soon will stem their blude. 36 ‘Another ring, a royal thing, Whose virtue is unknown; As lang’s this ring my body’s on, My blude will neer be drawn.’ 37 ‘If that be true, my son, Ronald, That ye hae tauld to me, I’ll gie to you an hundred men, To bear you companie. 38 ‘Besides as muckle gude harness As carry them on the lee; It is a company gude enough For sic a squire as thee.’ 39 When cocks did craw, and day did daw, And mint in meadows spread, Young Ronald and his merry young men Were ready for to ride. 40 So they rode on, and farther on, To yonder pleasant green, And there they spied that lady fair, In her garden, sair mourning.