O will you go with me and see?”
On we lap, and awa’ we rade,
Till we came to yon bonny green;
We lighted down to bait our horse,
And out there came a lady fine.
Four-and-twenty at her back,
And they were a’ clad out in green;
Though the King of Scotland had been there,
The warst o’ them might hae been his queen.
On we lap, and awa’ we rade,