Before I lie in your bed, at either stock or wa’.’
17.
‘Death is greener than the gress, heaven higher than thae trees;
The devil’s waur than women’s wish, hell’s deeper than the seas;
The cock craws first, the cedar buds first, dew first on them does fa’;
Sae we’ll baith lie in ae bed, and ye’se lie at the wa’,’
18.
Little did this lady think, that morning whan she raise,
That this was for to be the last o’ a’ her maiden days.
But there’s na into the king’s realm to be found a blither twa,