From Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, i. 118.
Lady Maisry forth from her bower came,
And stood on her tower head;
She thought she heard a bridle ring,
The sound did her heart guid.
She thought it was her first true love,5
Whom she loved ance in time;
But it was her new love, Hunting,
Come frae the hunting o' the hyn'.
"Gude morrow, gude morrow, Lady Maisry,
God make you safe and free!10
I'm come to take my last farewell,
And pay my last visit to thee."
"O stay, O stay then, young Hunting,
O stay with me this night;
Ye shall ha'e cheer, an' charcoal clear,15
And candles burning bright."
"Have no more cheer, you lady fair,
An hour langer for me;
I have a lady in Garmouth town
I love better than thee."20
"O if your love be changed, my love,
Since better canno' be,
Nevertheless, for auld lang syne,
Ye'll stay this night wi' me.
"Silver, silver shall be your wage,25
And gowd shall be your fee;
And nine times nine into the year,
Your weed shall changed be.
"Will ye gae to the cards or dice,
Or to a tavern fine?30
Or will ye gae to a table forebye,
And birl baith beer and wine?"