"There is no dreder in my heart,
Nor do I love a man;
But it is for your long byding15
Into the land of Spain."
"Ye'll cast aff your bonny brown gown,
And lay it on a stane;
And I'll tell you, my jelly Janet,
If ever ye loved a man."20
She's cast off her bonny brown gown,
And laid it on a stane;
Her belly was big, her twa sides high,
Her colour it was quite gane.
"O is it to a man o' might, Janet?25
Or is it till a man that's mean?
Or is it to one of my poor soldiers,
That I've brought hame frae Spain?"
"It's not till a man o' might," she says,
"Nor yet to a man that's mean;30
But it is to Thomas o' Winesberry,
That cannot langer len'."
"O where are all my wall-wight men,
That I pay meat and fee;
That will gae for him, true Thomas,35
And bring him here to me?
For the morn, ere I eat or drink,
High hanged shall he be."
She's turn'd her right and round about,
The tear blindet her e'e;40
"If ye do any ill to true Thomas,
Ye'se never get guid o' me."
When Thomas came before the king,
He glanced like the fire;
His hair was like the threads o' gowd,45
His eyes like crystal clear.