XII.
I clasp’d her waist, and kiss’d her syne,
While the tear stood twinklin’ in her e’e;
I said, “My lassie, dinna cry,
For ye ay shall mak the bed to me.”
XIII.
She took her mither’s Holland sheets,
And made them a’ in sarks to me:
Blythe and merry may she be,
The lass that made the bed to me.
XIV.
The bonnie lass made the bed to me,
The braw lass made the bed to me:
I’ll ne’er forget till the day I die,
The lass that made the bed to me!
CLX.
SAE FAR AWA.
Tune—“Dalkeith Maiden Bridge.”