And thought o’t bitterlie,
And he’s gaen by the wan moon-light,
To meet his Marjorie.
5.
‘O open, open, my true love!
O open, and let me in!’
‘I dare na open, young Benjie,
My three brothers are within.
6.
‘Ye lied, ye lied, my bonny burd,
And thought o’t bitterlie,
And he’s gaen by the wan moon-light,
To meet his Marjorie.
5.
‘O open, open, my true love!
O open, and let me in!’
‘I dare na open, young Benjie,
My three brothers are within.
6.
‘Ye lied, ye lied, my bonny burd,