O where hae ye been a' day, my jolly young man?"
"I've been awa courtin':—mither, mak my bed sune,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain would lie doun."
"What wad ye hae for your supper, Lord Donald, my son?
What wad ye hae for your supper, my jolly young man?"
"I've gotten my supper:—mither, mak my bed sune,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain would lie doun."
"What did ye get for your supper, Lord Donald, my son?
What did ye get for your supper, my jolly young man?"
"A dish of sma' fishes:—mither, mak my bed sune,