No kaim gae in my hair,
Neither sall coal nor candle-light
Shine in my bower mair;
Nor sall I choose anither love,
Until the day I dee,
Sin' the Lawlands o' Holland,
Hae twinned my love and me."
"Noo haud your tongue, my daughter dear,
Be still, and bide content;
There's ither lads in Galloway;