‘O often have I dress’d my Queen, And put gowd upon her hair; But now I’ve gotten for my reward The gallows to be my share. XXI ‘Often have I dress’d my Queen And often made her bed; But now I’ve gotten for my reward The gallows tree to tread. XXII ‘I charge ye all, ye mariners, When ye sail owre the faem, Let neither my father nor mother get wit But that I’m coming hame. XXIII ‘I charge ye all, ye mariners, That sail upon the sea, That neither my father nor mother get wit The dog’s death I’m to die. XXIV ‘For if my father and mother got wit, And my bold brethren three, O mickle wad be the gude red blude This day wad be spilt for me! XXV ‘O little did my mother ken, The day she cradled me, The lands I was to travel in Or the death I was to die!’ FOOTNOTES: [516] scale = drive away, get rid of. [517] row’d = wrapped. [518] greet = wail, cry. [519] hooly = gently. _84. The Outlaw Murray_ I Ettrick Forest is a fair forest, In it grows many a seemly tree; There’s hart and hind, and dae and rae, And of a’ wild beasts great plentie. II There’s a castle, bigg’d[520] wi’ lime and stane; O gif it stands not pleasantlie! In the fore-front o’ that castle fair, Twa unicorns are bra’ to see; There’s the picture of a knight, and a lady bright, And the green hollìn[521] abune their bree[522]. III There an Outlaw keeps five hundred men, He keeps a royal companie, His merry men are a’ in ae livery clad, O’ the Lincoln green sae gay to see; He and his lady in purple clad, O gin they live not royallie! IV Word is gane to our noble King, In Edinburgh where that he lay, That there was an Outlaw in Ettrick Forest, Counted him nought, nor his courtrie[523] gay. V ‘I make a vow,’ then the gude King said, ‘Unto the Man that dear bought me, I’se either be King of Ettrick Forest, Or King of Scotland that Outlaw’s be!’ VI Then spake the Earl hight Hamilton, And to the noble King said he, ‘My sovereign prince, some counsel take, First at your nobles, syne at me. VII ‘I rede[524] ye, send yon braw Outlaw till, And see gif your man come will he: Desire him come and be your man, And hold of you yon forest free. VIII ‘Gif he refuses to do that, We’ll conquess baith his lands and he! Or else we’ll throw his castle down, And mak’ a widow o’ his gay ladye.’ IX The King call’d on a gentleman, James Boyd (the Earl of Arran his brother was he); When James he came before the King, He kneel’d before him on his knee. X