They've lighted off their milk-white steeds，An saftly enterd in，And there they saw her White Lilly，Nursing her bonny young son.
"Now，by the rood，"the king coud say，"This is a comely sight；I trow，instead of a forrester's man，This is a lady bright！"
Then out it spake her，Rose the Red，An fell low down on her knee：
"Oh，pardon us，my gracious liege，An our story I'll tell thee.
"Our father was a wealthy lord，That wond in Barnsdale；But we had a wicked step-mother，That wrought us meickle bale.
"Yet she had twa as fu fair sons As ever the sun did see，An the tane of them lood my sister dear，An the tother said he lood me."
Then out it spake him Bold Arthur，As by the king he stood：
"Now，by the faith o my body，This shoud be Rose the Red！"
Then in it came him Brown Robin，Frae hunting O the deer；But whan he saw the king was there，He started back for fear.
The king has taen him by the hand，An bide him naithing dread；Says，"Ye maun leave the good greenwood，Come to the court wi speed."
Then up he took White Lilly's son，An set him on his knee；Says-"Gin ye live to wield a bran，My bowman ye sall bee."
The king he sent for robes of green，An girdles o shinning gold；He gart the ladies be arrayd Most comely to behold.
They've done them unto Mary kirk，An there gat fair wedding，An fan the news spread oer the lan，For joy the bells did ring.
Then out it spake her Rose the Red，An a hearty laugh laugh she：
"I wonder what would our step-dame say，Gin she his sight did see！"
第一章Ballad：The Battle Of Harlaw-Evergreen Version (Child，vol.vii.Early Edition，Appendix.)
Frae Dunidier as I cam throuch，Doun by the hill of Banochie，Allangst the lands of Garioch.
Grit pitie was to heir and se The noys and dulesum hermonie，That evir that dreiry day did daw！
Cryand the corynoch on hie，Alas！alas！for the Harlaw.
I marvlit what the matter meant；
All folks were in a fiery fariy：
I wist nocht wha was fae or freind，Yet quietly I did me carrie.
But sen the days of auld King Hairy，Sic slauchter was not hard nor sene，And thair I had nae tyme to tairy，For bissiness in Aberdene.
Thus as I walkit on the way，To Inverury as I went，I met a man，and bad him stay，Requeisting him to mak me quaint Of the beginning and the event That happenit thair at the Harlaw；Then he entreited me to tak tent，And he the truth sould to me schaw.
Grit Donald of the Ysles did claim Unto the lands of Ross sum richt，And to the governour he came，Them for to haif，gif that he micht，Wha saw his interest was but slicht，And thairfore answerit with disdain.
He hastit hame baith day and nicht，And sent nae bodward back again.
But Donald richt impatient Of that answer Duke Robert gaif，He vow'd to God Omniyotent，All the hale lands of Ross to half，Or ells be graithed in his graif：
He wald not quat his richt for nocht，Nor be abusit like a slaif；That bargin sould be deirly bocht.
Then haistylie he did command That all his weir-men should convene；Ilk an well harnisit frae hand，To melt and heir what he did mein.
He waxit wrath and vowit tein；
Sweirand he wald surpryse the North，Subdew the brugh of Aberdene，Mearns，Angus，and all Fyfe to Forth.
Thus with the weir-men of the yles，Wha war ay at his bidding bown，With money maid，with forss and wyls，Richt far and neir，baith up and doun，Throw mount and muir，frae town to town，Allangst the lands of Ross he roars，And all obey'd at his bandown，Evin frae the North to Suthren shoars.
Then all the countrie men did yield；
For nae resistans durst they mak，Nor offer batill in the feild，Be forss of arms to beir him bak.
Syne they resolvit all and spak，That best it was for thair behoif，They sould him for thair chiftain tak，Believing weil he did them luve.
Then he a proclamation maid，All men to meet at Inverness，Throw Murray land to mak a raid，Frae Arthursyre unto Spey-ness.
And further mair，he sent express，To schaw his collours and ensenzie，To all and sindry，mair and less，Throchout the bounds of Byne and Enzie.
And then throw fair Strathbogie land His purpose was for to pursew，And whatsoevir durst gainstand，That race they should full sairly rew.
Then he bad all his men be trew，And him defend by forss and slicht，And promist them rewardis anew，And mak them men of mekle micht.
Without resistans，as he said，Throw all these parts he stoutly past，Where sum war wae，and sum war glaid，But Garioch was all agast.
Throw all these feilds be sped him fast，For sic a sicht was never sene；And then，forsuith，he langd at last To se the bruch of Aberdene.
To hinder this prowd enterprise，The stout and michty Erl of Marr With all his men in arms did ryse，Even frae Curgarf to Craigyvar：
And down the syde of Don richt far，Angus and Mearns did all convene To fecht，or Donald came sae nar The ryall bruch of Aberdene.
And thus the martial Erle of Marr Marcht with his men in richt array；Befoir his enemis was aware，His banner bauldly did display.