But nae sae good as mine;
For yours was o the cumbruk clear,
But mine was silk sae fine.
“An dinna ye mind, Love Gregor,” she says,
“As we twa sat at dine,
How we changed the rings frae our fingers,
But ay the best was mine?
“For yours was good, an good enough,
Yet nae sae good as mine;
For yours was of the good red gold,