As he was a-riding hame,
And a-down a narrow lane,
He spied his mare tied to a tree,
And said, "Tib, thou'lt now gae hame."
And when that he got hame,
And told his old wife what he'd done:
She rose and she donned her clothes,
And about the house did run.
She sung, and she danced, and sung,
And she sung with a merry devotion,