He courted the eldest wi' glove an' ring,
But he loved the youngest above a' thing.
He courted the eldest wi' brooch an' knife,
But loved the youngest as his life;
The eldest she was vexed sair,
An' much envied her sister fair;
Into her bower she could not rest,
Wi' grief an' spite she almost brast.
Upon a morning fair an' clear
She cried upon her sister dear: