Twa sisters gaed up Earlsburn Glen—
Twa maidens bricht o' blee—
The tane she was the Rose sae red,
The tither the fair Lilye!
"Ye mauna droop and dwyne, sister"—
Said Rose to fair Lilye—
"Yer heart ye mauna brek, sister—
For ane that's ower the sea;
"The vows we sillie maidens hear
Frae wild and wilfu' man,