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84 LADY MAISKT. |
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0 whan he came to broken briggs,
He bent his bow and swam; And whan he came to the green grass growin',
He slack'd his shoon and ran.
And when he came to Lord William's yeats, as
He badena to chap or ca'; But set his bent bow to his breast,
And lightly lap the wa'; And, or the porter was at the yeat,
The boy was in the ha'. a)
" O is my biggins broken, boy ?
Or is my towers won ? Or is my lady lighter yet,
0' a dear daughter or son ? "
" Your biggin isna broken, sir, m
Nor is your towers won; But the fairest lady in a' the land
This day for you maun burn."
" O saddle to me the black, the black,
Or saddle to me the brown; ioo
Or saddle to me the swiftest steed That ever rade frae a town."
Or he was near a mile awa',
She heard his weir-horse sneeze; |
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