Can sing as I can say,
Could flee away to my mother's bower,
And tell to fetch Johnnie away?"
The starling flew to his mother's window stane,
It whistled and it sang;
And aye the ower word o' the tune
Was—"Johnnie tarries lang!"
They made a rod o' the hazel bush,
Another o' the sloe-thorn tree,
And mony mony were the men