That ye saw na Sandy sen late yestreen.
6.
6.2 ‘ben,’ within.
‘Yele take me in your armes twa,
Yele carrey me ben into your bed,
And ye may say, your oth to save,
In your bower-floor I never tread.’
7.
She has ta’en the sourde fray his scabbord.
And lowly, lowly lifted the gin;