25.

She’s pitten her han’ in her pocket,

Gin the porter guineas three;

‘Hae, tak ye that, ye proud porter,

Bid the bride-groom speake to me.’

26.

O whan that he cam up the stair,

He fell low down on his knee:

He hail’d the king, an’ he hail’d the queen,

An’ he hail’d him, Young Bekie.