Until they came to a garden green,
"Light down, light down, ye lady free,
Some of that fruit let me pull to thee."
"O no, O no, True Thomas." she says;
"That fruit maun not be touched by thee,
For a' the plagues that are in hell
Light on the fruit of this country.
"But I have a loaf here in my lap,
Likewise a bottle of claret wine,
And now ere we go farther on,