"If she be sick, and like to die,
Then why wears she the gold on high?"
Then he came to this lady's gate,
Sae rudely as he rapped at it.
"O where's the lady of this ha'?"
"She's out with her maids to play at the ba'."
"Ha, ha, ha! ye are a' mista'en;
Gae count your maidens o'er again.