Give me thy love, that I fortune prove?”

Quo’ Cochrane’s bonny daughter!

She rode away thro’ the stragglling town,

Of beggart Hadingtown,

Syne by Dunbar, thro’ Coppersmith,

Till to Berwick she has come:

And she rapped right loud on the barred gates,

Did Cochrane’s bonny daughter!

She slept all night and she rose betimes,

And crossed the long bridge of the Tweed;