The Queen she walked in Falkland yaird,
Beside the hollans green,
And there she saw the bonniest man
That ever her eyes had seen.
His coat was the Ruthven white and red,
Sae sound asleep was he
The Queen she cried on May Beatrix,
That bonny lad to see.
"Oh! wha sleeps here, May Beatnix,
Without the leave o' me?"
"Oh! wha suld it be but my young brother
Frae Padua ower the sea!
"My father was the Earl Gowrie,
An Earl o' high degree,
But they hae slain him by fause treason,
And gar'd my brothers flee.
"At Padua hae they learned their leir
In the fields o' Italie;
And they hae crossed the saut sea-faem.
And a' for love o' me!"
* * * *
The Queen has cuist her siller band
About his craig o' snaw;
But still he slept and naething kenned,
Aneth the hollans shaw.
The King was walking thro' the yaird,
He saw the siller shine;
"And wha," quo' he, "is this galliard
That wears yon gift o' mine?"
The King has gane till the Queen's ain bower,
An angry man that day;
But bye there cam' May Beatrix
And stole the band away.
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