You’r bidden come to fair Scotlan’,
Speer nane o’ your parents’ leave.
13.
13.2 ‘gare,’ gore: see Brown Robin, 10.4.
‘Ha, take this sark o’ silk, lady,
Your ain han’ sew’d the gare;
You’re bidden come to good green wood,
Love Johney waits you there.’
14.
She’s turn’d her right and roun’ about,