O open the door to me.”
“O gin ye be Anny o Roch-royal,
As I trust not ye be,
What taiken can ye gie that ever
I kept your company?”
“O dinna ye mind, Love Gregor,” she says,
“Whan we sat at the wine,
How we changed the napkins frae our necks,
It’s na sae lang sin syne?
“An yours was good, an good enough,