Atweest Ha’ Dykes an’ the Water o’ Mylke

Rosebanke lies half-waye doone,

An’ Chayrlye Herryes laye there that nychte,

An’ he was sleepyn’ soune.

Quhyle he was rousyt i’ the howe o’ the nychte

Wi’ a dynne at his wundow board,

For his youngest bryther was dunneran there

Wi’ the hylte o’ a sheenless sworde.

Sayan’, “Chayrlye, I’ve mayde ye a Laird the nychte,

An’ I maunna be here the morne,