Red rose leaves will never make wine?"
"Fen water and adder's meat,
The ways are sair fra' the Till to the Tyne.'
"Or what will ye get my son to wear,
Red rose leaves will never make wine?"
"A weed and a web of nettle's hair,
The ways are sair fra' the Till to the Tyne."
"Or what will ye take to line his bed,
Red rose leaves will never make wine?"
"Two black stones at the kirkwall's head,