Sate a' day on a hill;
Whan night was come, and sun was set,
They had not talked their fill.
Lord Thomas said a word in jest,
Fair Annet took it ill:
"A' I will never wed a wife
Against my ain friends will."
"Gif ye will never wed a wife,
A wife will ne'er wed ye:"
Sae he is hame to tell his mither.