That weird shall never daunton me."
Syne he has kissed her rosy lips,
All underneath the Eildon Tree.
"But ye maun go wi' me, now, Thomas;
True Thomas, ye maun go wi' me;
For ye maun serve me seven years,
Thro' weal or woe as may chance to be,"
(Harp and carp, chat.)
She turned about her milk-white steed;
And took true Thomas up behind: