Come, eat with me, Lewis, my dear.
And when their dinner over was,
The Captain says, Our feet we’ll wash:
The servant-maid brought water then,
And wash’d his feet with tender han’.
Said he, my lad’s not well, I know,
You’ll wash his feet before you go;
But she reply’d, I ken some better,
’Tis fair enough if I bring water,
He’s but your lad, as you me tell,