Up than spak the nut-brown bride,
She spak wi' mickle spite;
"And where gat ye that rose-water,
That does mak ye sae white?"
"O I did get the rose-water
Where ye wull ne'er get nane,
For I did get that very rose-water
Into my mithers wame."
The bride she drew a long bodkin
Frae out her gay head-gear,