18
On every finger she had a ring,
On the middle finger three;
She gae the porter ane of them:
'Get a word o your lord to me.'
19
He gaed up the stair,
Fell low down on his knee:
'Win up, my proud porter,
What is your will wi me?'
20
'I hae been porter at yer gate
This thirty year and three;
The fairst lady is at yer gate
Mine eyes did ever see.'
21
Out spak the bride's mither,
An a haghty woman was she:
'If ye had na eccepted the bonny bride,
Ye might well ha eccepted me.'
22
'No disparagement to you, madam,
Nor none unto her Grace;
The sole of your lady's foot
Is fairer than her face.'
23
He's gaen the table wi his foot,
And couped it wi his knee:
'I wad my head and a' my land
'T is Susie Pay, come oer the sea.'
24
The stair was thirty steps,
I wat he made them three;
He took her in his arms twa:
'Susie Pay, ye'r welcome to me.'
25
'Gie me a shive of your white bread,
An a bottle of your wine;
Dinna ye mind on the lady's love
That freed ye out of pine?'
26
He took her ...
Down to yon garden green,
An changed her name fra Susie Pay,
An called her bonny Lady Jean.
27
'Yer daughter came here on high horse-back,
She sal gae hame in coaches three,
An I sall double her tocher our,
She's nane the war o me.'