There were twal’ and twal’ wi’ baken bread,
And twal’ and twal’ wi’ gowd sae reid:
4.
And twal’ and twal’ wi’ bouted flour,
And twal’ and twal’ wi’ the paramour.
5.
Sweet Willy was a widow’s son,
And at her stirrup he did run.
6.
And she was clad in the finest pall,