31 She rowd that lady in the silk, Laid her on holland sheets; Wi fine enchanting melodie, She lulld her fast asleep. 32 She lockd the yetts o that castle Wi thirty locks and three, Then went to meet the young hynde squire To him the keys gae she. 33 He’s opend the locks o that castle, Were thirty and were three, And he’s gane where that lady lay, And thus to her said he. 34 ‘O wake, O wake, ye gay lady, O wake and speak to me; I hae it fully in my power To come to bed to thee.’ 35 ‘For to defile my husband’s bed, I woud think that a sin; As soon as this lang day is gane, Then I shall come to thine.’ 36 Then she has calld her niece Maisry, Says, An asking ye’ll grant me, For to gang to yon unco squire And sleep this night for me. 37 ‘The gude red gowd shall be your hire, And siller’s be your fee; Five hundred pounds o pennies round, Your tocher it shall be.’ 38 She turnd her right and round about, And thus to her did say; O there was never a time on earth So fain’s I woud say nay. 39 But when the evening sun was set, And day drawn to an end, Then Lady Maisry she is gane, Fair out at yon town-end. 40 Then she is to yon hynde squire’s yates, And tirled at the pin; Wha was sae busy as the hynde squire To lat that lady in! 41 He’s taen her in his arms twa, He was a joyfu man; He neither bade her meat nor drink, But to the bed he ran. 42 When he had got his will o her, His will as he lang sought, Her ring but and her ring-finger Away frae her he brought. 43 With discontent straight home she went, And thus lamented she; Says, Wae be to yon young hynde squire! Sae ill as he’s used me. 44 When the maids came frae the hay, The young men frae the corn, Ben it came that lady gay, Who thought lang for their return. 45 ‘Where hae ye been, my maidens a’, Sae far awa frae me? My foster-mother and lord’s brother Thought to hae beguiled me. 46 ‘Had not she been my foster-mother, I suckd at her breast-bane, Even before my ain bower-door, She in a gleed shoud burn. 47 ‘The squire he thought to gain my love, He’s got but Lady Maisry; He’s cutted her ring and her ring-finger, A love-token for to be. 48 ‘I’ll tie my finger in the dark, Where nae ane shall me see; I hope to loose it in the light, Amang gude companie.’ 49 When night was gane, and birds did sing, And day began to peep, The hynde squire walkd alang the shore, His brother for to meet.