"O hey, how mony small pennies
Make thrice three thousand pound? 40
Or hey, how mony small fishes
Swim a' the salt sea round?"
"I think ye maun be my match," she said,
"My match and something mair;
You are the first e'er got the grant 45
Of love frae my father's heir.
"My father was lord of nine castles,
My mother lady of three;
My father was lord of nine castles,
And there's nane to heir but me. 50
"And round about a' thae castles,
You may baith plow and saw,
And on the fifteenth day of May
The meadows they will maw."
"O hald your tongue, Lady Margaret," he said, 55
"For loud I hear you lie!
Your father was lord of nine castles,
Your mother was lady of three;
Your father was lord of nine castles,
But ye fa' heir to but three. 60
"And round about a' thae castles,
You may baith plow and saw,
But on the fifteenth day of May
The meadows will not maw.
"I am your brother Willie," he said, 65
"I trow ye ken na me;
I came to humble your haughty heart,
Has gar'd sae mony die."
"If ye be my brother Willie," she said;
"As I trow weel ye be, 70
This night I'll neither eat nor drink,
But gae alang wi' thee."
"O hald your tongue, Lady Margaret," he said,
"Again I hear you lie;
[For ye've unwashen hands, and ye've unwashen feet], 75
To gae to clay wi' me.
"For the wee worms are my bedfellows,
And cauld clay is my sheets,
And when the stormy winds do blow,
My body lies and sleeps." 80