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,