Francis James Child

“ An four and twunty milk-white dows
To flee aboon her head.
A loud laughter gae Lord Wayets
Mang the mids o his men:
'Marry the lady wham they weel,
A maiden she is nane.'
'O laugh ye at my men, Wayets? ”

“ And a' man boun to bed,
Lord Ingram and Lady Masery
In ae chamer were laid.
He put his hand out oure his bonnie bride,
The babe between her sides did quake:
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'O father your babe on me, Lady Masery,
O father your babe on me.'
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. . . . . ”

“ Then in it came him Childe Vyet,
Well belted wi a brand;
Then up it raise him Lord Ingram,
He was an angry man.
'Win up, win up, now Lord Ingram,
Rise up immediately,
That you and I the quarrel try,
Who gains the victory. ”

“ Out ower the plains are gane,
And pensively walkd him Childe Vyet,
Him single self alane.
When they had eaten and well drunken,
And a' men bound for bed,
Lord Ingram and Lady Maisry
In ae chamber were laid. ”