And you shall be sweet William’s love.’
‘Sink on, nor hope for hand or glove,
And sweet William shall better be my love. 30
‘Your cherry cheeks and yellow hair
Had gar’d me gang maiden evermair.’
First she sank, and syne she swam,
Until she cam to Tweed mill-dam.
The miller’s dauchter was baking breid, 35
And gaed for water as she had need.
‘Oh, father, father, in our mill-dam