“An’ he quha wunna drynke fayre to thatte

Maun quytte thysse companye;

An’ he quha lychtlyes thatte sweet lasse,

Maun answer it weel tylle me.”

Than up spak’ Wullye o’ Kyrtletoone,

(A sleekye deevil I trowe,)

“Folke say, up the Water o’ Mylke, that she lykes

Ye’re byllye farre better nor yowe!”

The reid marke brunt on the Herryes his bree,

An’ wow but he lookyt grymme: