"It's narrow, narrow, mak your bed,

And learn to lie your lane;[185]

For I'm gaun owre the sea, Fair Annie,

A braw Bride to bring hame.

Wi' her I will get, gowd and gear,

Wi' you I ne'er gat nane.

"But wha will bake my bridal bread,

Or brew my bridal ale?

And wha will welcome my bright Bride,

That I bring owre the dale?"