For a' the wines in my cellar,
An' gauntrees where they stand."
'O wae be to your wine, father,
That ever't came o'er the sea;
'Tis putten my head in sick a steer
I' my bower I canna be."
"Gang out, gang out, my daughter dear,
Gang out an' take the air;
Gang out an' walk i' the good green wood,
An' a your marys fair."