The Shyreff’s dauter sate yth wane
And luikt out o’ the window round,
Therebye Robyn rad and sang,
A braw and pleasant sound.
She luikt upon hys goodely forme
He luikt a’ in hir deepe blue yee;
Robyn doft hys bonnet; a rose to hym
She dropit for replye.
Leeve may o meete me bye the yett,