And clear, clear was her yellow hair,
Whereon the red blood dreeps.
Then wi’ his spear he turn’d her owre;
O gin her face was wan!
He said, ‘Ye are the first that e’er
I wish’d alive again.’
He cam’ and lookit again at her;
O gin her skin was white!
‘I might hae spared that bonnie face
To hae been some man’s delight.