Wouldst thou the rather be a bride,
Then live in singleness?
“Before I was your age, I trow,
I was in a bride her place.”
“Aye, mother,” quo’ Meg, and sighed full sore,
“But ye had a well-faured face.
“But you shall see the Ettrick stream
Run thro’ the dells o’ Yarrow,
Before ye hear o’ an offer to me,