Let a’ my maidens gae.’
27.
O ben then cam’ now Sweet Willie,
Saying, ‘Bride, will ye dance wi’ me?’
‘Aye, by my sooth, and that I will,
Gin my back should break in three.’
28.
She had nae turned her throw the dance,
Throw the dance but thrice,
Whan she fell doun at Willie’s feet,