"Yet gae ye to your mother again,
That vile rank witch, o' rankest kind!
And say your ladye has a girdle,
It's a' red gowd to the middle;
45 "And aye, at ilka siller hem
Hang fifty siller bells and ten;
This gudely gift sall be her ain,
And let me be lighter o' my young bairn."—
"Of her young bairn she's ne'er be lighter,
50 Nor in your bour to shine the brighter;
For she sall die, and turn to clay,
And thou sall wed another may."—
"Another may I'll never wed,
Another may I'll never bring hame;"—
55 But, sighing, said that weary wight—
"I wish my days were at an end!"—
Then out and spak the Billy Blind
, (He spak aye in good time:)
"Yet gae ye to the market-place,
60 And there do buy a loaf of wace;
Do shape it bairn and bairnly like,
And in it twa glassen een you'll put;
"And bid her your boy's christening to,
Then notice weel what she shall do;
65 And do you stand a little away,
To notice weel what she may say."
[He did him to the market-place],
And there he bought a [loaf] o' wax;
He shaped it bairn and bairnly like,
70 And in twa glazen een he pat;
He did him till his mither then,
And bade her to his boy's christnin;
And he did stand a little forbye,
And noticed well what she did say.