20 'I wold geve my gold,' she saith,
'And so I wolde my ffee,

For a blaste of the westryn wind,
To dryve the smoke from thee.

21 Fy vpon the, John Hamleton,
That ever I paid the hyre!
For thou hast broken my castle-wall,
And kyndled in the ffyre.'

22 The lady gate 5 to her close parler,
The fire fell aboute her head;
She toke vp her children thre,
Seth, Babes, we are all dead.'

23 Then bespake the hye steward,
That is of hye degree;

Saith, Ladie gay, you are in close,
Wether ye fighte or flee.'

24 Lord Hamleton dremd in his dream, In Carvall where he laye,

His halle were all of fyre,
His ladie slayne or daye.7

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7 before day.

1 YE Highlands, and ye Lawlands, ¡
Oh where have you been?
They have slain the Earl of Murray,
And they layd him on the green.

2 Now wae be to thee, Huntly!
And wherefore did you sae?
I bade you bring him wi you,
But forbade you him to slay.'

3 He was a braw gallant,

And he rid at the ring;

And the bonny Earl of Murray,
Oh he might have been a king!

4 He was a braw gallant,

And he playd at the ba;

And the bonny Earl of Murray
Was the flower amang them a'.

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The handsome James Stewart, Earl of Murray, was slain in 1592.