“Harp and carp along wi me;
And if ye dare to kiss my lips,
Sure of your bodie I will be.”—
“Betide me weal, betide me woe,
That weird shall never daunton me.”—
Syne he has kissed her rosy lips,
All underneath the Eildon Tree.
“Now, ye maun go wi me,” she said;
“True Thomas, ye maun go wi me,
And ye maun serve me seven years,