As fast as he could gang.
O he's shot up, and he's shot down,
The bird upon the briar;
And he sent it hame to his lady,
Bade her be of gude cheer.
O he's shot up, and he's shot down,
The bird upon the thorn;
And sent it hame to his lady,
Said he'd be hame the morn.
When he came to his lady's bower door