And ga'e her a little wee summer-dale wandie,
To ding me sindle and saft.50
"Wi' good white bread, and farrow-cow milk,
I wat she fed me nought;
But wi' a little wee summer-dale wandie,
She dang me sair and oft:—
Gin she had done as ye her bade,55
I wadna tell how she has wrought.
"And O wow for day!
And dear gin it were day!
Gin it were day, and ye were away;
For ye ha'ena lang time to stay."60
Lord Randal rade, and the birdie flew,
The live-lang summer's night,
Till he cam till his lady's bower-door,
Then even down he did light.
The birdie sat on the crap o' a tree,65
And I wat it sang fu' dight:
"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!"70
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"O wow for day!
And dear gin it were day!
Gin it were day, and ye were away;
For ye ha'ena lang time to stay!"
"Now Christ assoile me o' my sin,"75
The fause knight he could say;
["It's nae for nought that the hawk whistles;]
And I wish that I were away!
"And O wow for day!
And dear gin it were day!80
Gin it were day, and I were away;
For I ha'ena lang time to stay!"
"What needs ye lang for day,
And wish that ye were away?
Is na your hounds in my cellar85
Eating white meal and gray?"