An when he came to the green grass growing
He slaiked his shoon an' ran.
When he came to yon high castle,
He ran it round about;
An' there he saw the king's daughter
At the window looking out.
"O here's a sark o' silk, lady,
Your ain hand sew'd the sleeve,
You're bidden come to fair Scotland,
Speer nane o' your parents' leave.