‘Yestreen I lay in a fine feather-bed,
And my gude lord beyond me;
But this nicht I maun lie in some cauld tenant’s-barn,
A wheen blackguards waiting on me.’
7.
‘Come to thy bed, my bonny Jeanie Faw,
Come to thy bed, my dearie,
For I do swear by the top o’ my spear,
Thy gude lord’ll nae mair come near thee.’
8.