11
The miller's daughter dwelt on the Tweed,
She went for water to bake her bread.
12
'O faither, faither, come drag me your dam,
For there's aither a lady in't, or a milk-white swan.'
13
The miller went, and he dragd his dam,
And he brought her fair body to lan.
14
They couldna see her waist sae sma
For the goud and silk about it a'.
15
They couldna see her yallow hair
For the pearls and jewels that were there.
16
Then up and spak her ghaist sae green,
'Do ye no ken the king's dochter Jean?
17
'Tak my respects to my father the king,
And likewise to my mother the queen.
18
'Tak my respects to my true love William,
Tell him I deid for the love of him.
19
'Carry him a lock of my yallow hair,
To bind his heart for evermair.'