Francis James Child

“ That is best known to me.
'You're sair dune out for want o sleep
Sin your lord went to sea;
Unless that ye do cease your grief,
It will your ruin be.
'You'll send your maids unto the hay,
Your young men unto the corn ”

“ Lay never your love on lemanry,
Bring nae gude woman to shame.'
'There's nae gude women,' the squire did say,
'Into this place but nine;'
'O well falls me,' the knight replied,
'For ane o them is mine.'
'Ye say your lady's a gude woman,
But I say she is nane ”

“ Who woud gar her lord gae landless,
And children bastards to be?'
'She shoud be brunt upon a hill,
Or hangd upon a tree,
That woud gar her lord gang landless,
And children bastards be.'
'Your judgment is too rash, father ”