(lith, joint.)
"But ye'll come to my bower, Willy,
Just as the sun goes down;
And keep me in your arms twa,
And latna me fa' down."
O when the sun was now gane down,
He's doen him till her bower;
And there, by the lee light o' the moon,
Her window she lookit o'er.
Intill a robe o' red scarlet