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THE BKOOJIFIELD HILL. 133
" 0 where were ye, my milk-white steed, That I hae coft sae dear, That wadna watch and waken me, as
When there was maiden here ? " —
" I stamped wi' my foot, master, And gar'd my bridle ring; But nae kin' thing wald waken ye,
Till she was past and gane." — «o
" And wae betide ye, my gay goss hawk, That I did love sae dear, That wadna watch and waken me, When there was maiden here." —
" I clapped wi' my wings, master, «
And aye my bells I rang, And aye cryM, Waken, waken, master, Before the ladye gang." —
" But haste and haste, my gude white steed, . To come the maiden till, as
Or a' the birds of gude green wood Of your flesh shall have their fill." —
" Ye needna burst your gude white steed, Wi' racing o'er the howm ; Nae bird flies faster through the wood, «
Than she fled through the broom." |
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