And thrice he kiss'd her lovely lips,
And took her frae her horse.
"Gang to your bower, my lily flower,
For a' my mother's spite;
There's nae other amang her maids,
In whom I take delight.
(boud, was bound (?). seen, soon. waith, wandering. lighters, blinkers.)
"Ye are my jewel, and only ane,
Nane's do you injury;
For ere this-day-month come and gang,