And he's flash'd it in her een;
"Now grant me love for love, lady,
Or thro' ye this shall gang!"—
Oh, sighing, said that gay lady,
"Brown Adam tarries lang!"—
Then up it starts Brown Adam,
Says—"I'm just at your hand."—
He's gar'd him leave his bow, his bow,
He's gar'd him leave his brand,
He's gar'd him leave a better pledge—