3
And whan our seven years wark was done,
We laid it out upo the green.

4
We coost the lotties us amang,
Wha wad to the greenwood gang,

5
To pu the lily but and the rose,
To strew witha' our sisters' bowers.

6
... I was youngest,
... my weer was hardest.

7
And to the greenwood I bud gae,
.  .  .  .  .  .  .

8
There I met a handsome childe,
.  .  .  .  .  .  .

9
High-coled stockings and laigh-coled shoon,
He bore him like a king's son.

10
An was I weel, or was I wae,
He keepit me a' the simmer day.

11
An though I for my hame-gaun sich[t],
He keepit me a' the simmer night.

12
He gae to me a gay gold ring,
And bade me keep it aboon a' thing.