“‘O still my bairn, nourice;
O still him wi’ the wand!’
‘He winna still, lady,
For a’ his father’s land.’
“‘O still my bairn, nourice,
Oh still him wi’ the bell!’
‘He winna still, lady,
Till ye come down yoursel.’
“O the firsten step she steppit,
She steppit on a stane;