‘Alas! alas! this woeful fate!
This weary fate that’s been laid for me!
That a man should come frae the Wast o’ Hoy,
To the Norway lands to have a bairn wi’ me.’
7.
‘My dear, I’ll wed thee with a ring,
With a ring, my dear, I’ll wed wi’ thee.’
‘Thoo may go wed thee weddens wi’ whom thoo wilt;
For I’m sure thoo’ll never wed none wi’ me.’
8.