For wi' ae wile I've got you in,
Wi' anither I'll bring you out."
She's taen her to her father's cellar,
As fast as she can fare;
She's drawn a cup o' the guid red wine,
Hung't low down by her gare;
An' she met wi' her father dear
Just coming down the stair.
"I wouldna gie that cup, daughter,
That ye hold i' your hand