Classic Poem

My heart is lighter than the poll;
My folly made me glad,
As on my rambles I went out,
Near by a garden-side.

I walked on, and farther on,
Love did my heart engage;
There I spied a well-faird maid,
Lay sleeping near a hedge.

Then I kissd her with my lips
And stroked her with my hand:
" Win up, win up, ye well-faird maid,
This day ye sleep oer lang.

" This dreary sight that I hae seen
Unto my heart gives pain;
At the south side o your father's garden,
I see a knight lies slain."

" O what like was his hawk, his hawk?
Or what like was his hound?
And what like was the trusty brand
This new-slain knight had on?"

" His hawk and hound were from him gone,
His steed tied to a tree;
A bloody brand beneath his head,
And on the ground lies he."

" O what like was his hose, his hose?
And what like were his shoon?
And what like was the gay clothing
This new-slain knight had on?"

" His coat was of the red scarlet,
His waistcoat of the same;
His hose were of the bonny black,
And shoon laced with cordin.

" Bonny was his yellow hair,
For it was new combd down;"
Then, sighing sair, said the lady fair,
" I combd it late yestreen.

" O wha will shoe my fu fair foot?
Or wha will glove my hand?
Or wha will father my dear bairn,
Since my love 's dead and gane?"

" O I will shoe your fu fair foot,
And I will glove your hand;
And I 'll be father to your bairn,
Since your love 's dead and gane."

" I winna father my bairn," she said,
" Upon an unkent man;
I 'll father it on the King of Heaven,
Since my love 's dead and gane."

The knight he knackd his white fingers,
The lady tore her hair;
He 's drawn the mask from off his face,
Says, Lady, mourn nae mair.

" For ye are mine, and I am thine,
I see your love is true;
And if I live and brook my life
Ye 'se never hae cause to rue."