Ballads of Mystery and Miracle and Fyttes of Mirth. Sidgwick Frank

      45.

      ‘O lat him take frae me my head,

      Or hang me on a tree;

      For since I’ve lost my dear lady,

      Life’s no pleasure to me.’

      46.

      ‘Your head will nae be touch’d, Akin,

      Nor hang’d upon a tree;

      Your lady’s in her father’s court,

      And all he wants is thee.’

      47.

      When he came in before the King,

      Fell low down on his knee:

      ‘Win up, win up now, Young Akin,

      This day ye’se dine wi’ me.’

      48.

      But as they were at dinner set,

      The boy asked a boun:

      ‘I wish we were in the good church,

      For to get christendoun.

      49.

      ‘We hae lived in guid green wood

      This seven years and ane;

      But a’ this time, since e’er I mind,

      Was never a church within.’

      50.

      ‘Your asking’s nae sae great, my boy,

      But granted it shall be:

      This day to guid church ye shall gang,

      And your mither shall gang you wi’.’

      51.

      When she came unto the guid church,

      She at the door did stan’;

      She was sae sair sunk down wi’ shame,

      She couldna come farer ben.