And down azont[1027] the ingle he sat;
My dochter’s shoulders he gan to clap,
And cadgily[1028] ranted and sang.
“O wow!” quo he, “were I as free
As first when I saw this countrie,
How blyth and merry wad I bee!
And I wad nevir think lang[1029].”
He grew canty[1030] and she grew fain,
But little did her auld minny ken[1031]
What thir slee twa togither were sayn