But my love’s heart’s grown cauld to me.
When we came in by Glasgow toun
We were a comely sicht to see;
My love was clad in the black velvet,
And I mysel in cramasie.
5. But had I wist, before I kissed,
That love had been sae ill to win,
I’d lock’d my heart in a case of gold,
And pinn’d it wi’ a siller pin.
O! oh! if my young babe were born,