22
'Is there water in your glove,
Or win into your shoe?
O[r] am I oer low a foot-page
To rin by you, ladie?'
23
'O there's nae water in my glove,
Nor win into my shoe;
But I am maning for my mither
Wha's far awa frae me.'
* * * * *
24
'Gin ye be a maiden fair,
Meikle gude ye will get there.
25
'If ye be a maiden but,
Meikle sorrow will ye get.
26
'For seven king's daughters he hath wedded,
But never wi ane o them has bedded.
27
'He cuts the breasts frae their breast-bane,
An sends them back unto their dame.
28
'He sets their backs unto the saddle,
An sends them back unto their father.
29
'But be ye maiden or be ye nane,
To the gowden chair ye draw right soon.
30
'But be ye leman or be ye maiden,
Sit nae down till ye be bidden.'