She’s wedded unto a German Knight,
Her bairnies blithe with her sire remain,
She’s cast the laddie’s clouts away,
And her raven hair is growing again.
What think ye, gentles o’ every degree,
Of Cochrane’s Bonny Grizzy?
(Englished)
THE GREETING OF KYNAST
She said, “This narrow chamber is not for me the place,”