And in by Mary stile,
Wan and weary was the ghost
Upon sweet Willie did smile.
15.
‘Aft hae ye travell’d this road, Willie,
Aft hae ye travell’d in sin;
Ye ne’er said sae muckle for your saul
As, My Maker bring me hame!
16.
‘Aft hae ye travell’d this road, Willie,