The night, she has but three;
There was Mary Seton and Mary Beaton,
And Mary Carmichael and me.
On arriving at love Gregory's castle, beside the sea, the lady calls:
'Oh, open the door, love Gregory;
Oh, open and let me in;
For the wind blaws through my yellow hair,
And the rain draps o'er my chin.'
He being in a dead sleep, his mother answers for him, and turns from the door the forlorn applicant, who then exclaims:
'Tak down, tak down the mast o' gowd;