"Gae hame, gae hame, my seven brothers,125
Gae hame and blaw the horn;
For you can say in the South of England,
Your sister gave you a scorn.
"I came not here to fair Scotland,
To lye amang the meal;130
But I came here to fair Scotland,
To wear the silks so weel.
"I came not here to fair Scotland,
To lye amang the dead;
But I came here to fair Scotland,135
To wear the gold so red."