No: 204; variant: 204M
- EARL DOUGLAS, than wham never knight
Had valour moe ne courtesie,
Yet he’s now blamet be a’ the land
For lightlying o his gay lady.
- ‘Go, little page, and tell your lord,
Gin he will cum and dine wi me,
I’ll set him on a seat of gold,
I’ll serve him on my bended knee.’
- The little page gaed up the stair:
‘Lord Douglas, dine wi your lady;
She’ll set ye on a seat of gold,
And serve ye on her bended knee.’
- ‘When cockle-shells turn siller bells,
When mussels grow on ilka tree,
When frost and snow sall warm us a’,
Then I sall dyne wi my ladie.
- ‘Now wae betide ye, black Fastness,
Ay and an ill dead met ye die!
Ye was the first and foremost man
Wha parted my true lord and me.’