Nor go with thee to Glenlion,
For there I’ll neer find ease.”
Than out it spake his brother John,
“O were I in your place,
I’d take that lady hame again,
For a’ her bonny face.
“Commend me to the lass that’s kind,
Tho na so gently born;
And, gin her heart I coudna gain,
To take her hand I’d scorn.”