The ladye's call'd her bour maiden,

That waiting was into her train;

"Five thousand merks I'll gie to thee,
To sleep this night with my lord for me."

When bells were rung, and mass was sayne,
And a' men unto bed were gane,
Cospatrick and the bonny maid,

Into a chamber they were laid.

"Now, speak to me, blankets, and speak to me, bed, And speak, thou sheet, enchanted web;

And speak up, my bonny brown sword, that winna lie, Is this a true maiden that lies by me?"—

"It is not a maid that you hae wedded,
But it is a maid that you hae bedded;
It is a leal maiden that lies by thee,
But not the maiden that it should be."-

O wrathfully he left the bed,
And wrathfully his claes on did;
And he has ta'en him through the ha',
And on his mother he did ca'.

"I am the most unhappy man, That ever was in Christen land!

I courted a maiden, meik and mild,

And I hae gotten naething but a woman wi' child."

"O stay, my son, into this ha',
And sport ye wi' your merrymen a';
And I will to the secret bour,

To see how it fares wi' your paramour."

The carline she was stark and sture,
She aff the hinges dang the dure;
"O is your bairn to laird or loun,
Or is it to your father's groom ?"

"O hear me, mother, on my knee,
Till my sad story I tell to thee:
O we were sisters, sisters seven,
We were the fairest under heaven.

"It fell on a summer's afternoon,

When a' our toilsome task was done,
We cast the kevils us amang,

To see which suld to the grene-wood gang.

“O hon! alas, for I was youngest,

And aye my wierd it was the hardest!

The kevil it on me did fa',

Whilk was the cause of a' my woe.

"For to the grene-wood I maun gae,
To pu' the red rose and the slae ;
To pu' the red rose and the thyme,
To deck my mother's bour and mine.

"I hadna pu'd a flower but ane,
When by there came a gallant hende,
Wi' high-coll'd hose and laigh-coll'd shoon,
And he seem'd to be sum kingis son.

"And be I a maid, or be I nae,

He kept me there till the close o' day ;
And be I a maid, or be I nane,

He kept me there till the day was done.

"He gae me a lock o' his yellow hair,
And bade me keep it ever mair;
He gae me a carknet 1 o' bonny beads,
And bade me keep it against my needs.

"He gae to me a gay gold ring,
And bade me keep it abune a' thing.".
"What did ye wi' the tokens rare,
That ye gat frae that gallant there?".

"O bring that coffer unto me,

And a' the tokens ye sall see.".

"Now stay, daughter, your bour within, While I gae parley wi' my son.”—

"She threw away her rings and carknet cleen."

HARRISON'S Translation of Orlando Furioso-Notes on Book 37th.

O she has ta'en her thro' the ha',
And on her son began to ca';
"What did ye wi' the bonny beads
I bade you keep against your needs?

"What did you wi' the

gay gold ring I bade you keep abune a' thing?"

" I them to a ladye gay, gae

I met on grene-wood on a day.

"But I wad gie a' my halls and tours,

I had that ladye within my bours ;
But I wad gie my very life,

I had that ladye to my wife."

"Now keep, my son, your ha's and tours, Ye have the bright burd in your bours

And keep, my son, your very life,

Ye have that ladye to your wife."

Now, or a month was come and gane,

The ladye bare a bonny son;

;

And 'twas weel written on his breast-bane,

"Cospatrick is my father's name."

O row my lady in satin and silk,

And wash my son in the morning milk.

PRINCE ROBERT.

NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED.

FROM THE RECITATION OF A LADY, NEARLY RELATED TO THE EDITOR.1

PRINCE ROBERT has wedded a gay ladye,
He has wedded her with a ring:
Prince Robert has wedded a gay ladye,
But he darna bring her hame.

"Your blessing, your blessing, my mother dear! Your blessing now grant to me!"— "Instead of a blessing ye sall have my curse,

And you'll get nae blessing frae me."

She has call'd upon her waiting-maid,

To fill a glass of wine;

She has call'd upon her fause steward,

To put rank poison in.

[Miss Christian Rutherford. See p. 263. ante.-ED.]