Now when he came before the king,
Fell low down on his knee:
115 The king he turned round about,
And the saut tear blinded his ee.
"Win up, win up, my bonny boy,
Gang frae my companie;
Ye look sae like my dear daughter,
120 My heart will birst in three."
"If I look like your dear daughter,
A wonder it is none;
If I look like your dear daughter,
I am her eldest son."
125 "Will ye tell me, ye little wee boy,
Where may my Margaret be?"
"She's just now standing at your yates,
And my six brithers her wi'."
"O where are all my porter boys
130 That I pay meat and fee,
To open my yates baith wide and braid?
Let her come in to me."
When she came in before the king,
Fell low down on her knee:
135 "Win up, win up, my daughter dear,
This day ye'll dine wi me."
"Ae bit I canno' eat, father,
Nor ae drop can I drink,
Till I see my mither and sister dear,
140 For lang for them I think."
When she came before the queen,
Fell low down on her knee:
"Win up, win up, my daughter dear,
This day ye'se dine wi' me."
145 "Ae bit I canno' eat, mither,
Nor ae drop can I drink,
Until I see my dear sister,
For lang for her I think."