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And we'll both lie in ae bed,
And thou's lie next the wa'.
O hold from me, kind Sir,
I pray let go my hand;
The supper-bell it will be rung,
No longer must I stand:
My father he'll no supper take,
If I be miss'd, you know ;
So I'll not lie in your bed,
Neither at stock nor wa'.
Then says the pretty lady,
I pray tell me your name ;
My name is Captain Wedderhurn,
A servant to the king.
Tho'thy father and his men were here,
Of them I'd stand no awe,
But would take thee into my bed,
And lay thee next the wa'.
He lighted off his milk-white steed,
And set this lady on,
And held Ler by the milk-white hand,
Even as they rode alone;
He held her by the middle jump,v
For fear that she should fa',
And said, I'll take thee to my bed,
