- . . . . . . . . . . For wha ere had a lealer luve Than Broun Edom the smith?
- His studie was o the beaten gowd, His hammer o the pith; His cords waur o the gude green silk, That blew his bellows with.
- It fell out ance upon a time Broun Edom he thoucht lang, That he wald gae to see his luve, By the le licht o the mune.