As they came in by her good-mother's yetts,
O and a wally, but she was unco bonny!
Her good-mother bade her kilt her coats,
And muck the byre with Richie Story.
"O, may not ye be sorry, madame,
O, may not ye be sorry, madame,
To leave a' your lands at bonny Cumberland,
And follow home your footman-laddy?"
"What need I be sorry?" says she,
"What need I be sorry?" says she,