From Mary Kirk to the castle Was spread a cloth of gold, To keep Lady Maisry and her maidens From treading upon the mould. XVIII When mass was sung, and bells were rung, And all men bound for bed, Lord Ingram and Lady Maisry In one bed they were laid. XIX When they were laid into one bed, It was both soft and warm; He laid his hand over her side, Says, ‘I think you are with bairn.’-- XX ‘I told you once, so did I twice, When ye came for my wooer, That Childe Vyet, your one brother, One night lay in my bower. XXI ‘I told you twice, I told you thrice, Ere ye came me to wed, That Childe Vyet, your one brother, One night lay in my bed.’-- XXII ‘O father your bairn on me, Maisry, And on no other man; And I’ll gie him to his dowry Full fifty ploughs of land.’-- XXIII ‘I will not father my bairn on you, Nor on no wrongeous man, Though ye’d give him to his dowry Five thousand ploughs of land.’ XXIV He has taken out his trusty sword And laid it between them tway; Says, ‘Lie you there, you ill woman, A maid for me till day.’ XXV Then in it came him Childe Vyet, Shed back his yellow hair, And gave Lord Ingram to the heart A deep wound and a sair. XXVI Then up did start him Lord Ingram Shed back his coal-black hair, And gave Childe Vyet to the heart A deep wound and a sair. XXVII There was no pity for those two lords, In bower where they lay slain; But all was for Lady Maisry, In bower where she went brain[358]. XXVIII Says, ‘If I have been an ill woman, Alas, and woe is me! And if I have been an ill woman, A good woman I’ll be. XXIX ‘Ye’ll take from me my silk attire, Bring me a palmer’s weed; And for their sakes the world thoro’ I’ll gang and beg my bread. XXX ‘If I gang a step for Childe Vyet, For Lord Ingram I’ll gang three; All for the honour that he paid At Mary Kirk to me.’ FOOTNOTES: [356] neen = none, not. [357] garl =? gravel. [358] brain = mad. _52. Fair Janet_ I ‘Ye maun gang to your father, Janet, Ye maun gang to him sune; Ye maun gang to your father, Janet, In case that his days are dune.’ II Janet’s awa’ to her father As fast as she could hie: ‘O what’s your will wi’ me, father? O what’s your will wi’ me?’-- III ‘My will wi’ you, Fair Janet,’ he said, ‘It is both bed and board; Some say that ye love Sweet Willie, But ye maun wed a French lord.’ IV Janet’s awa to her chamber As fast as she could go; Wha’s the first ane that tappèd there, But Sweet Willie her jo[359]? V