Sir Walter Scott and the Border Minstrelsy. Lang Andrew

      He had a sister’s son o’s ain

         Was large o’ blood and bane

      And afterwards when he came up,

         Young Edward hecht his name.

      One day he came before the king,

         And kneeld low on his knee

      A boon a boon my good uncle,

         I crave to ask of thee

      “At our lang wars i’ fair Scotland

         I lang hae lang’d to be

      If fifteen hunder wale wight men

         You’ll grant to ride wi’ me.”

      “Thou sal hae thae thou sal hae mae

         I say it sickerly;