27
'Now son, now son, come tell to me,
Where's the green gloves I gave to thee?'
28
'I gied to a lady sae fair and so fine
The green gloves and a gay gold ring.
29
'But I wad gie my castles and towers,
I had that lady within my bowers.
30
'But I wad gie my very life,
I had that lady to be my wife.'
31
'Now keep, now keep your castles and towers,
You have that lady within your bowers.
32
'Now keep, now keep your very life,
You have that lady to be your wife.'
33
'O row my lady in sattin and silk,
And wash my son in the morning milk.'
H.
Kinloch MSS, V, 335, in the handwriting of Dr John Hill Burton.
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We were seven sisters in a bower,
Adown adown, and adown and adown
The flower of a' fair Scotland ower.
Adown adown, and adown and adown