291. Child Owlet

291a: Child Owlet

291a.1 Lady Erskine sits in her chamber,
Sewing at her silken seam,
A chain of gold for Childe Owlet,
As he goes out and in.
291A.2 But it fell ance upon a day
She unto him did say,
Ye must cuckold Lord Ronald,
For a his lands and ley.
291a.3 O cease! forbid, madam, he says,
That this shoud eer be done!
How would I cuckold Lord Ronald,
And me his sisters son?
291A.4 Then shes taen out a little penknife,
That lay below her bed,
Put it below her green stays cord,
Which made her body bleed.
291A.5 Then in it came him Lord Ronald,
Hearing his ladys moan;
What blood is this, my dear, he says,
That sparks on the fire-stone?
291A.6 ung Childe Owlet, your sisters son,
Is now gane frae my bower;
If I hadna been a good woman,
Id been Childe Owlets whore.
291A.7 Then he has taen him Childe Owlet,
Laid him in prison strong,
And all his men a council held
How they woud work him wrong.
291A.8 Some said they woud Childe Owlet hang,
Some said they woud him burn;
Some said they woud have Childe Owlet
Bewteen wild horses torn.
291A.9 ere are horses in your stables stand
Can run right speedilie,
And ye will to your stable go,
And wile out four for me.
291a.10 They put a foal to ilka foot,
And ane to ilka hand,
And sent them down to Darling muir,
As fast as they coud gang.
291a.11 There was not a kow in Darling muir,
Nor ae piece o a rind,
But drappit o Child Owlets blude
And pieces o his skin.
291a.12 There was not a kow in Darling muir,
Nor ae piece o a rash,
But drappit o Childe Owlets blude
And pieces o his flesh.