"And O wow for day!
And dear gin it were day.
Gin it were day, and ye were away;15
For ye ha'ena lang time to stay!"
"O what needs I toil day and night,
My fair body to spill,
When I ha'e knichts at my command,
And ladies at my will?"20
"O weel is he, ye wight baron,
Has the blear drawn o'er his e'e;
But your lady has a knight in her arms twa,
That she lo'es far better nor thee.
"And O wow for day!25
And dear gin it were day!
Gin it were day, and ye were away;
For ye ha'ena lang time to stay!"
"Ye lie, ye lie, ye bonny birdie;
How you lie upon my sweet;30
I will tak out my bonny bow,
And in troth I will you sheet."
"But afore ye ha'e your bow weel bent,
And a' your arrows yare,
I will flee till anither tree,35
Whare I can better fare.
"And O wow for day
And dear gin it were day!
Gin it were day, and I were away;
For I ha'ena lang time to stay!"40
"O whare was ye gotten, and where was ye clecked,
My bonny birdie, tell me?"
"O, I was clecked in good green wood,
Intill a holly tree;
A baron sae bald my nest herried,45
And ga'e me to his ladie.
"Wi' good white bread, and farrow-cow milk,
He bade her feed me aft;