Cam’ wooing a lady of high degree.
She wad nae listen, she would nae hear;
Till a wee bird sang in that lorde’s ear:
“‘When spring-tide leaves are fair to see
Brave little wooers we birdies be.
Give me for love-luck bannocks three,
And I will pay a fairy fee.’
“‘Ye shall hae bannocks fair and free
For all the birds in the North Countree.’
Up and whistled the little bird friend,