And he has ta'en King Honour's son A-hunting for to gang.

It sae fell out, at this hunting,

Upon a simmer's day,
That they came by a fair castell,
Stood on a sunny brae.

'O dinna ye see that bonny castell,
Wi' halls and towers sae fair?
Gin ilka man had back his ain,
Of it suld be heir.'—
you

'How I suld be heir of that castell,
In sooth, I cannot see;
For it belangs to Fause Foodrage,
And he is na kin to me.'-

"O gin ye suld kill him, Fause Foodrage,
You would do but what was right;
For, I wot, he killed your father dear,
Or ever ye saw the light.

'And gin ye suld kill him, Fause Foodrage,
There is no man durst you blame;
For he keeps your mother a prisoner,
And she daurna take ye hame.'-

The boy stared wild like a grey goss-hawk,
Says,—'What may a' this mean?'
'My boy, ye are King Honour's son,

And your mother's our lawful queen.'

"O gin I be King Honour's son,

By our Ladye I swear,
This night I will that traitor slay,

And relieve my mother dear!'—

He has set his bent bow to his breast,
And leaped the castell wa';
And soon he has seized on Fause Foodrage,
Wha loud for help 'gan ca'.

'O haud your tongue, now, Fause Foodrage, Frae me ye shanna flee ;

Syne pierced him through the fause, fause heart,

And set his mother free.

And he has rewarded Wise William, With the best half of his land; And sae has he the turtle dow,

Wi' the truth o' his right hand.