But' tis thy true-love Willie,

From Scotland new come home.

"O sweet Margret, O dear Margret,

I pray thee speak to me;

Give me my faith and troth, Margret,

As I gave it to thee."

"Thy faith and troth thou's never get,

Nor yet will I thee lend,

Till that thou come within my bower

And kiss me cheek and chin."