And Luckey scolding frae the door,
To bring the bairnies in.
Oh no! sad and slow!
These are nae the sounds for me;
The shadow of our trysting-bush,
It creeps sae drearily!
I coft yestreen from chapman Tam
A snood o’ bonnie blue,
And promis’d when our trysting cam,
To tie it round her brow.