13
He gae to me a cuttie knife,
And bade me keep it as my life:

14
Three lauchters o his yellow hair,
For fear we wad neer meet mair.

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15
Next there came shippes three,
To carry a' my bridal fee.

16
Gowd were the beaks, the sails were silk,
Wrought wi maids' hands like milk.

17
They came toom and light to me,
But heavie went they waie frae me.

18
They were fu o baken bread,
They were fu of wine sae red.

19
My dowry went a' by the sea,
But I gaed by the grenewode tree.

20
An I sighed and made great mane,
As thro the grenewode we rade our lane.

21
An I ay siched an wiped my ee,
That eer the grenewode I did see.