“Begone, begone, my juggy, my puggy,
Begone, my love, my dear;
The weather is warm,
’T will do thee no harm;
Thou canst not be lodged here.
“Quho (who) is at my windo, who, who?
Goe from my windo, goe, goe.
Quho (who) calls there, so like ane strangere?
Goe from windo, goe, goe.
“Lord, I am here, ane wretched mortal,