“O lady, dinna look sae sad,
But tell your grief to me.”
“O wherefore should I tell my grief,
Since lax I canna find?
I’m stown frae a’ my kin and friends,
And my love I left behind.
“But had I paper, pen, and ink,
Before that it were day,
I yet might get a letter sent
In time to Johny Hay.”