But granted it shall be;
This day to guid church ye shall gang,
And your mither shall gang you wi'."
When unto the guid church she came,
She at the door did stan;
She was sae sair sunk down wi' shame,
She couldna come farther ben.
Then out it speaks the parish priest,
And a sweet smile gae he;—
"Come ben, come ben, my lily flower,