A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

" To lodge wi' tliee a' night, fair lady.
Wad breed baith sorrow and strife ;
For I see by the rings on your fingers^
You're good Lord Barnaby's wife."
"^ Lord Barnaby's wife although I be^
Yet wliat is that to thee ?
For we'll beguile him for this ae night-
He's on to fair Dundee.
*' Come here, come here^ my little foot-page.
This gold I will give to thee.
If ye will keep thir secrets close
'Tweeu young Musgrave and me.
'• But here I have a little penknife.
Hangs low down by my gare ;
Gin ye Avinna keep tliir secrets close,
Ye'll find it wonder sair."
Then she's ta'en him to her chamber.
And down in her arms lay he :—
The boy coost aff his hose and slioon.
And ran to fair Dundee.
When he cam to the wan water.
He slack'd his bow and swam
And v/lien he cam to growin grasS;,
Set down his feet and ran.
And when he cam to fair Dundee,
Wad neither chap nor ca'
But set his brent bow to his breast.
And merrily jump'd the wa'.
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