He turn'd about wi' surly look,
And said, "What's that to thee?10
I'm gaen to see a lovely maid,
Mair fairer far than ye."
"Now hae ye play'd me this, fause love,
In simmer, 'mid the flowers?
I sall repay ye back again,15
In winter, 'mid the showers.
"But again, dear love, and again, dear love,
Will ye not turn again?
For as ye look to ither women,
Shall I to ither men."20
"Make your choose o' whom you please,
For I my choice will have;
I've chosen a maid mair fair than thee,
I never will deceive."
But she's kilt up her claithing fine,25
And after him gaed she;
But aye he said, "ye'll turn back,
Nae farder gang wi' me."
"But again, dear love, and again, dear love,
Will ye never love me again?30
Alas! for loving you sae well,
And you nae me again."
The first an' town that they came till,
He bought her brooch and ring;
But aye he bade her turn again,35
And gang nae farder wi' him.
"But again, dear love, and again, dear love,
Will ye never love me again?
Alas! for loving you sae well,
And you nae me again."40
The niest an' town that they came till,
His heart it grew mair fain;
And he was deep in love wi' her,
As she was ower again.