On a tower o' gowd sae high.
As his mither was walking out,
To see what she could see,
And there she saw her little son
Set on the tower sae high.
"Get dancers here to dance," she said,
"And minstrels for to play;
For here's my young son, Florentine,
Come here wi' me to stay."
"Get nae dancers to dance, mither,