12
They could nae see her yellow hair,
Sae mony knots and platts were there.
13
They could nae see her lilly feet,
Her gowden fringes war sae deep.
14
Bye there cam a fiddler fair,
And he's taen three taits o her yellow hair.
F.
Motherwell's MS., p. 383. From the recitation of Agnes Lyle, Kilbarchan, 27th July, 1825.
1
There was two ladies livd in a bower,
Hey with a gay and a grinding O
The youngest o them was the fairest flower
About a' the bonny bows o London.
2
There was two ladies livd in a bower,
An wooer unto the youngest did go.
3
The oldest one to the youngest did say,
'Will ye take a walk with me today,
And we'll view the bonny bows o London.
4
'Thou'll set thy foot whare I set mine,
Thou'll set thy foot upon this stane.'
5
'I'll set my foot where thou sets thine:'
The old sister dang the youngest in,
At, etc.