For nae fause knight I see."—
Out has he ta'en a purse o' goud,
Was a' fu' to the string,
"O grant me but love for love, lady,
And a' this sail be thine."—
"I lo'e Brown Adam weel," she says;
"I wot sae does he me:
I wadna be your light leman,
For mair nor ye could gie."
Then out has he drawn his lang, lang bran',