‘Say on, say on, my bonny boy,
Ye’se nae be quarrell’d by me.’
13.
‘I see my mither’s cheeks aye weet,
I never can see them dry;
And I wonder what aileth my mither,
To mourn continually.’
14.
14.4 ‘stown,’ stolen.
‘Your mither was a king’s daughter,
‘Say on, say on, my bonny boy,
Ye’se nae be quarrell’d by me.’
13.
‘I see my mither’s cheeks aye weet,
I never can see them dry;
And I wonder what aileth my mither,
To mourn continually.’
14.
14.4 ‘stown,’ stolen.
‘Your mither was a king’s daughter,