‘An’ I ken sae does he me;
An’ I woudna be your light leman
For mair nor ye coud gie.’
14.
Then out has he drawn his lang, lang bran’,
An’ he’s flash’d it in her een:
‘Now grant me love for love, lady,
Or thro’ you this sal gang!’
15.
15.2 ‘lang’: the MS. reads long.