5
'O kind sir, if I hae 't at my will,
I'll twinn with my life, keep my maidenhead still.'
6
He's taen out his we pen-knife,
He's twinned this young lady of her sweet life
7
He wiped his knife along the dew;
But the more he wiped, the redder it grew.
8
The second of them she's to the wood gane,
To seek her old sister, and to bring her hame.
9
There she met with an outlyer bold,
Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
10
'Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?'
11
'O kind sir, if I hae 't at my will,
I'll twinn with my life, keep my maidenhead still.'
12
He's taen out his we pen-knife,
He's twinned this young lady of her sweet life.
13
He wiped his knife along the dew;
But the more he wiped, the redder it grew.
14
The youngest of them she's to the wood gane,
To seek her two sisters, and to bring them hame.