11 She gae ’m a bason to wash in, It shin’d thro a’ the ha; But aye as she gaed but and ben She loot the saut tears fa. 12 ‘I wonder what ails my gude lord He has sic jealousie; Never when we parted before, He spak sic words to me.’ 13 When cocks did craw, and day did daw, This knight was fair at sea; Then in it came the young hynde squire, To work him villanie. 14 ‘I hae a coffer o gude red gowd, Another o white monie; I woud gie you ’t a’, my gay lady, To lye this night wi me.’ 15 ‘If ye warna my lord’s brother, And him sae far frae hame, Even before my ain bower-door I’d gar hang you on a pin.’ 16 He’s gane frae the lady’s bower, Wi the saut tear in his ee, And he is to his foster-mother As fast as gang coud he. 17 ‘There is a fancy in my head That I’ll reveal to thee, And your assistance I will crave If ye will grant it me. 18 ‘I’ve fifty guineas in my pocket, I’ve fifty o them and three, And if ye’ll grant what I request Ye’se hae them for your fee.’ 19 ‘Speak on, speak on, ye gude hynde squire, What may your asking be? I kenna wha woud be sae base As nae serve for sic a fee.’ 20 ‘O I hae wagerd wi my brother, When he went to the faem, That I woud gain his lady’s love Ere six months they were gane. 21 ‘To me he laid his lands at stake Tho he were on the faem, I wudna gain his lady’s love Whan nine lang months were gane. 22 ‘Now I hae tried to gain her love, But finds it winna do; And here I’m come, as ye her know, To seek some help frae you. 23 ‘For I did lay my life at stake, Whan my brother went frae hame, That I woud gain his lady’s love Whan he was on the faem.’ 24 But when the evening sun was set, And day came to an end, In it came that fause carline, Just in at yon town’s end. 25 ‘O comely are ye, my gay lady, Your lord is on the faem; Yon unco squire will gain your love, Before that he come hame.’ 26 ‘Forbid it,’ said the lady fair, ‘That eer the like shoud be, That I woud wrang my ain gude lord, And him sae far at sea.’ 27 ‘O comely are ye, my gay lady, Stately is your fair bodie; Your lovely visage is far chang’d, That is best known to me. 28 ‘You’re sair dune out for want o sleep Sin your lord went to sea; Unless that ye do cease your grief, It will your ruin be. 29 ‘You’ll send your maids unto the hay, Your young men unto the corn; I’ll gar ye sleep as soun a sleep As the night that ye were born.’ 30 She sent her maids to ted the hay, Her men to shear the corn, And she gard her sleep as soun a sleep As the night that she was born.