Out he has ta’en a purse of gold Was a’ fu’ to the string; ‘O grant me love for love, ladye, And a’ this sall be thine.’-- XII ‘I lo’e Brown Adam well,’ she says, ‘An’ I ken sae does he me; An’ I wadna be your light leman For mair nor ye could gie.’ XIII Then out he drew his lang, lang bran’, And he’s flash’d it in her e’en: ‘Now grant me love for love, lady, Or thro’ you this sall gang.’-- XIV ‘O,’ sighing said that gay ladye, ‘Brown Adam tarries lang!’-- Then up and starts him Brown Adam, Says, ‘I’m just to your hand.’ XV He’s gar’d him leave his bow, his bow, He’s gar’d him leave his brand; He’s gar’d him leave a better pledge-- Four fingers o’ his right hand. FOOTNOTES: [350] biggit = built. [351] breer = briar. _49. Jellon Grame_ I O Jellon Grame sat in Silverwood, He sharp’d his broadsword lang; And he has call’d his little foot-page An errand for to gang. II ‘Win up, my bonny boy,’ he says, ‘As quickly as ye may; For ye maun gang for Lillie Flower Before the break of day.’-- III The boy has buckled his belt about, And through the green-wood ran; And he came to the ladye’s bower Before the day did dawn. IV ‘O sleep ye, wake ye, Lillie Flower? The red sun’s on the rain; Ye’re bidden come to Silverwood, But I doubt ye’ll never win hame.’ V She hadna ridden a mile, a mile, A mile but barely three, Ere she came to a new-made grave Beneath a green aik tree. VI O then up started Jellon Grame Out of a bush thereby; ‘Light down, light down, now, Lillie Flower, For it’s here that ye maun lye.’ VII She lighted aff her milk-white steed, And kneel’d upon her knee; ‘O mercy, mercy, Jellon Grame, For I’m no prepared to die! VIII ‘Your bairn, that stirs between my sides, Maun shortly see the light; But to see it weltering in my blood Would be a piteous sight.’-- IX ‘O should I spare your life,’ he says, ‘Until that bairn were born, Full weel I ken your auld father Would hang me on the morn.’-- X ‘O spare my life now, Jellon Grame! My father ye needna dread! I’ll keep my babe in gude green-wood, Or wi’ it I’ll beg my bread.’-- XI He took nae pity on Lillie Flower, Though she for life did pray; But pierced her through the fair body As at his feet she lay. XII He felt nae pity for Lillie Flower, Where she was lying dead; But he felt some for the bonny bairn That lay weltering in her bluid. XIII Up has he ta’en that bonny boy, Given him to nurses nine; Three to sleep, and three to wake, And three to go between. XIV