"How can I turn to my horse head,
And learn how to sowm?
I've gotten my mither's malison,85
Its here that I maun drown!"
The very hour this young man sank
Into the pot sae deep,
Up it waken'd his love, Meggie,
Out o' her drowsy sleep.90
"Come here, come here, my mither dear,
And read this dreary dream;
I dream'd my love was at our gates,
And nane wad let him in."
"Lye still, lye still now, my Meggie.95
Lye still and tak your rest;
Sin' your true love was at your yates,
It's but twa quarters past."
Nimbly, nimbly raise she up,
And nimbly pat she on;100
And the higher that the lady cried,
The louder blew the win.'
The first an' step that she stepp'd in,
She stepped to the queet;
"Ohon, alas!" said that lady,105
"This water's wond'rous deep."
The next an' step that she wade in,
She wadit to the knee;
Says she, "I cou'd wide farther in,
If I my love cou'd see."110
The next an' step that she wade in,
She wadit to the chin;
The deepest pot in Clyde's water
She got sweet Willie in.