16
Ane for him, and another for her,
To carry them baith wi might and virr.
17
He's done him to her mother's coffer,
And there he 's taen his lover's tocher;
18
Wherein were sixty thousand pound,
Which all to her by right belongd.
19
When they had ridden about six mile,
His true love then began to fail.
20
'O wae's me,' said that gay ladye,
'I fear my back will gang in three!
21
'O gin I had but a gude midwife,
Here this day to save my life,
22
'And ease me o my misery,
O dear, how happy I woud be!'
23
'My love, we're far frae ony town,
There is nae midwife to be foun.
24
'But if ye'll be content wi me,
I'll do for you what man can dee.'
25
'For no, for no, this maunna be,'
Wi a sigh, replied this gay ladye.