[Original]
Willy's ta en him oer the faem,
Hes wooed a wife, and brought her hame;
Hes wooed her for her yellow hair,
But his mother wrought her mickle care;
And mickle dolour gar'd her dree,
For lighter she can never be;
But in her bower she sits wi' pain,
And Willy mourns oer her in vain.