"The very soles of my love's feet
Is whiter than thy face:"
"But, nevertheless, now, Young Hunting,
Ye'll stay with me a' night?"
She has birled in him, Young Hunting,
The good ale and the beer;
Till he was as love-drunken
As any wild-wood steer.
She has birled in him, Young Hunting,
The good ale and the wine: