Her mother glovd her han;
Her sister lac’d her middle gimp
Wi the new made London ban.
Her brother kembd her yallow hair,
Wi the new made silver kemb,
But the king o heaven maun father her bairn,
Till Love Gregor come hame.
“O gin I had a bony ship,
An men to sail wi me,
It’s I would gang to my true-love,