‘O waken, waken, Burd Isbel,
How [can] you sleep so soun’,
Whan this is Bekie’s wedding day,
An’ the marriage gain’ on?
16.
16.3 ‘marys,’ maids.
’Ye do ye to your mither’s bow’r,
Think neither sin nor shame;
An’ ye tak twa o’ your mither’s marys,
To keep ye frae thinking lang.