dy o' this ha'?'
'She's out with her maids to play at the ba'.'

18.
'Ha, ha, ha! ye are a' mista'en:
Gae count your maidens o'er again.

19.
'I saw her far beyond the moor
Away to be the Earl o' Bran's whore.'

20.
The father armed fifteen of his best men,
To bring his daughter back again.

21.
O'er her left shoulder the lady looked then:
'O Earl Bran', we both are tane.'

22.
'If they come on me ane by ane,
Ye may stand by and see them slain.

23.
'But if they come on me one and all,
Ye may stand by and see me fall.'

24.
They have come on him ane by ane,
And he has killed them all but ane.

25.
And that ane came behind his back,
And he's gi'en him a deadly whack.

26.
But for a' sae wounded as Earl Bran' was,
He has set his lady on her horse.

27.
They rode till they came to the water o' Doune,
And then he alighted to wash his wounds.

28.
'O Earl Bran', I see your heart's blood!'
''Tis but the gleat o' my scarlet hood.'

29.
They rode till they came to his mother's gate,
And sae rudely as he rapped at it.

30.
'O my son's slain, my son's put down,
And a' for the sake of an English loun.'

31.
'O say not sae, my dear mother,
But marry her to my youngest brother.

32.
'This has not been the death o' ane,
But it's been that o' fair seventeen.'

THE DOUGLAS TRAGEDY

(From +Scott's+ _Minstrelsy_)

1.
'Rise up, rise up now, Lord Douglas,' she says,
'And put on your armour so bright;
Let it never be said that a daughter of thine
Was married to a lord under night.

2.
'Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons,
And put on your armour so bright;
And take better care of your youngest sister,
For your eldest's awa' the last night!'

3.
He's mounted her on a milk-white steed,
And himself on a dapple grey,
With a bugelet horn hung down by his side,
And lightly they rode away.

4.
Lord William lookit o'er his left shoulder,
To see what he could see,
And there he spy'd her seven brethren bold
Come riding over the lee.

5.
'Light down, light down, Lady Margret,' he said,
'And hold my steed in your hand,
Until that against your seven brethren bold,
And your father, I mak' a stand.'

6.
She held his steed in her milk-white hand,
And never shed one tear,
Until that she saw her seven brethren fa',
And h