And brew your bridal ale;
And I will welcome your brisk bride,
That you bring oer the dale."—
"But she that welcomes my brisk bride
Maun gang like maiden fair;
She maun lace on her robe sae jimp,
And braid her yellow hair."—
"But how can I gang maiden-like,
When maiden I am nane?
Have I not born seven sons to thee,