O weel's me, my gay goss-hawk,
That he can speak and flee;
Hell carry a letter to my love,
Bring back another to me."
"O how can I your true love ken,
Or how can I her know?
When frae her mouth I ne er heard couth,
Nor wi' my eyes her saw."
"O weel sail ye my true love ken,
As soon as ye her see;