Chapter XLI

Thairs nae licht in my lady's bowir,
Thairs nae licht in my hall;
Nae blink shynes round my FAIRLY fair,
Nor ward stands on my wall.
Quhat bodes it? ROBERT, THOMAS say,
Nae answer fits their dreid.
Stand back, my sons, I'll be zour gyde,
But by they past with speid.