‘Will ye tell me, ye little wee boy, Where may my Margaret be?’-- ‘She’s just now standing at your yates, And my six brithers her wi’.’-- XXVII ‘O where are a’ my porter-boys That I pay meat and fee, To open my yates baith wide and braid, Let her come in to me?’ XXVIII When she cam’ in before the King, Fell low down on her knee: ‘Win up, win up, my daughter dear, This day ye’se dine wi’ me.’-- XXIX ‘Ae bit I canna eat, father, Nor ae drop can I drink, Until I see my mither dear, For lang for her I think.’ XXX When she cam’ in before the queen, Fell low down on her knee; ‘Win up, win up, my daughter dear, This day ye’se dine wi’ me.’-- XXXI ‘Ae bit I canna eat, mither, Nor ae drop can I drink, Until I see my sister dear, For lang for her I think.’ XXXII When that these twa sisters met, She hail’d her courteouslie; ‘Come ben, come ben, my sister dear, This day ye’se dine wi’ me.’-- XXXIII ‘Ae bit I canna eat, sister, Nor ae drop can I drink, Until I see my dear husband, So lang for him I think.’-- XXXIV ‘O where are a’ my rangers bold That I pay meat and fee, To search the forest far an’ wide, And bring Etin back to me?’ XXXV Out it speaks the little wee boy: ‘Na, na, this mauna be; Without ye grant a free pardon, I hope ye’ll nae him see.’-- XXXVI ‘O here I grant a free pardon, Well seal’d by my own han’; Ye may mak’ search for Young Etin As soon as ever ye can.’ XXXVII They search’d the country wide and braid, The forests far and near, And they found him into Elmond’s wood, Tearing his yellow hair. XXXVIII ‘Win up, win up now, Hynd Etin, Win up an’ boun[269] wi’ me; We’re messengers come frae the court; The King wants you to see.’-- XXXIX ‘O lat them tak’ frae me my head, Or hang me on a tree; For since I’ve lost my dear lady, Life’s no pleasure to me.’-- XL ‘Your head will na be touch’d, Etin, Nor you hang’d on a tree; Your lady’s in her father’s court And a’ he wants is thee.’ XLI When he cam’ in before the King, Fell low down on his knee; ‘Win up, win up now, Young Etin, This day ye’se dine wi’ me.’ XLII But as they were at dinner set The wee boy ask’d a boon: ‘I wish we were in a good kirk For to get christendoun. XLIII ‘For we hae lived in gude green wood This seven years and ane; But a’ this time since e’er I mind Was never a kirk within.’-- XLIV ‘Your asking’s na sae great, my boy, But granted it sall be; This day to gude kirk ye sall gang And your mither sall gang you wi’.’ XLV