A-diss, a-diss, a-green grass,
A-diss, a-diss, a-dass;
Come, my pretty fair maid,
And walk along with us.

For you shall have a dik-ma-day,
You shall have a drāgon;
You shall have a nice young man
With princes for his thēgan (or sēgan).

—Lanarkshire (W. G. Black).

III.

A dish, a dish, a green grass,
A dish, a dish, a dish,
Come all you pretty maidens
And dance along wi’ us.

For we are lads a roving,
A roving through the land,
We’ll take this pretty fair maid
By her lily white hand.

Ye sall get a duke, my dear,
An ye sall get a drake,
An ye sall get a bonny prince
For your ain dear sake.

And if they all should die,
Ye sall get anither;
The bells will ring, the birds will sing,
And we’ll clap our hands together.

—Biggar (W. Ballantyne).

IV.