"Yestreen I lay in a weel-made bed,
And my good lord beside me;
This night I'll lie in a tennant's barn,
Whatever shall betide me."
"Come to your bed," says Johnie Faa,
"O come to your bed, my deary;
For I vow and I swear by the hilt of my sword,
That your lord shall nae mair come near ye."
"I'll go to bed to my Johnie Faa,
I'll go to bed to my deary;