Nae mair frae me ye’se gae;”
“That’s never my intent, my luve,
As ye said, it shall be sae.”
“O Cow-me-doo, my luve sae true,
It’s time for us to wed;”
“Wi a’ my heart, my dear marrow,
It’s be as ye hae said.”
PART II
Then he has staid in bower wi her
For sax lang years and ane,