She has given [it] him out at the shot-window,
Wi’ many a sad sigh and heavy groan.
36.
‘I thank you, Margret; I thank you, Margret,
And I thank you heartilie;
Gin ever the dead come for the quick,
Be sure, Margret, I’ll come again for thee.’
37.
It’s hose an’ shoon an’ gound alane,
She clame the wall and follow’d him,