"HI hame and spread the sheets, sister,
And deck my bed sae hie—
The bed sae wide made for a bride
For I think I sune sal die!
"Your weird I sal na be, sister,
As mine I fear ye've bin—
Your luve I wil na cross, sister,
It were a mortal sin!"
Earlsburn Glen is green to see,
Earlsburn water cleir—