She's gi'en him a steed was good in need,
And a saddle o' royal bane;
A leash o' hounds o' ae litter,
And Hector called ane.40
Atween thir twa a vow was made,
'Twas made full solemnlie,
That or three years were come and gane,
Weel married they should be.
He hadna been in's ain countrie45
A twelvemonth till an end,
Till he's forced to marry a duke's daughter,
Or than lose a' his land.
"Ochon, alas!" says young Bekie,
"I kenna what to dee;50
For I canna win to Burd Isbel,
And she canna come to me."
O it fell out upon a day
Burd Isbel fell asleep,
And up it starts the Billy Blin,55
And stood at her bed feet.
"O waken, waken, Burd Isbel;
How can ye sleep so soun';
When this is Bekie's wedding day,
"Ye do ye till your mither's bower,
As fast as ye can gang;
And ye tak three o' your mother's marys,
To haud ye unthocht lang.
"Ye dress yoursel i' the red scarlet,65
And your marys in dainty green;
And ye put girdles about your middle
Wad buy an earldome.