FOLK-LORE FROM UNST. 195 



Der lived a lady in da wast, 



Whar giorten ban griin oarlac. 



Dis king he has a huntin gaen, 



Scowan iirla griin ; 

 He's left his lady Isabel alane, 



Whar giorten han griin oarlac. 



Oh ! I wis ye'd never gaen away, 



Scowan iirla griin ; 

 For at your hame there's dol an' wae, 



Whar giorten han griin oarlac. 



For da King 0' Ferrie we his daert, 



Scowan iirla grun ; 

 Has pierced your lady to da hert, 



Whar giorten han griin oarlac." 



Some stanzas here are forgotten, but the substance 

 of them is that the lady is carried off by the fairies, 

 and the disconsolate king sets out in search of her. 

 One day, in his wandering quest, he sees a company 

 passing along a hill-side, and he recognises amongst 

 them his lost lady. They proceed to what seemed a 

 great " ha'-house," or castle, on the hillside, the king 



following :- 



" And aifter dem da king has gaen, 

 Scowan iirla griin ; 

 But whan he cam it was a grey stane 

 Whar giorten han griin oarlac. 



Dan he took oot his pipes ta play, 



Scowan iirla griin ; 

 Bit sair his hert we dol an' wae, 



Whar giorten han griin oarlac. 



