And we'll neer gae down to the brume nae mair.
"Now, lady, hauld my horse and my hawk,
Brume blumes bonnie and grows sae fair,
For I maun na[53] ride, and I daur na[54] walk,
And we'll neer gae down to the brume nae mair."
"But set me doun be the rute o' this tree,
Brume blumes bonnie and grows sae fair,
For there ha'e I dreamt that my bed sall be."
And we'll neer gae down to the brume nae mair.
The ae king's daughter did lift doun the ither,