II.
Let her crown my love her law,
And in her breast enthrone me.
Kings and nations—swith, awa!
Reif randies, I disown ye!
CLI.
HAD I THE WYTE.
Tune—“Had I the wyte she bade me.”
[Burns in evoking this song out of the old verses did not cast wholly out the spirit of ancient license in which our minstrels indulged. He sent it to the Museum.]
I.
Had I the wyte, had I the wyte,
Had I the wyte she bade me;
She watch’d me by the hie-gate side.
And up the loan she shaw’d me;
And when I wadna venture in,
A coward loon she ca’d me;
Had kirk and state been in the gate,
I lighted when she bade me.
II.