7
. . . . . . .
Till I had to the woods to gae.
8
To pull the cherrie and the slae,
And to seek our ae brither, we had nae mae.
9
But as I was walking the leas o Lyne,
I met a youth gallant and fine;
10
Wi milk white stockings and coal black shoon;
He seemed to be some gay lord's son.
11
But he keepit me there sae lang, sae lang,
Till the maids in the morning were singing their sang.
12
Would I wee or would I way,
He keepit me the lang simmer day.
13
Would I way or would I wight,
He keepit me the simmer night.
14
But guess what was at our parting?
A pair o grass green gloves and a gay gold ring.
15
He gave me three plaits o his yellow hair,
In token that we might meet mair.
16
But when nine months were come and gane,
This gallant lord cam back again.