13 'Ye will take in my son, mother,
Gie him to nurses nine;
Three to wauk, and three to sleep,
And three to gang between.'
14 Then he has left his mother's house,
And frae her he has gane,
And he is back to his lady,
And safely brought her hame.
15 Then in it came her father dear,
Was belted in a brand:
'It's nae time for brides to lye in bed,
When the bridegroom 's send 's in town.
16 'There are four-and-twenty noble lords
A' lighted on the green;
The fairest knight amang them a',
He must be your bridegroom.'
17 'O wha will shoe my foot, my foot?
And wha will glove my hand?
And wha will prin my sma middle,
Wi the short prin and the lang?'
18 Now out it speaks him Sweet Willie,
Who knew her troubles best:
'It is my duty for to serve,
As I'm come here as guest.
19 'Now I will shoe your foot, Maisry,
And I will glove your hand,
And I will prin your sma middle,
Wi the sma prin and the lang.'
20 'Wha will saddle my steed,' she says,
'And gar my bridle ring?
And wha will hae me to gude church-door,
This day I'm ill abound?'
21 'I will saddle your steed, Maisry,
And gar your bridle ring,
And I'll hae you to gude church-door,
And safely set you down.'
22 'O healy, healy take me up,
And healy set me down,
And set my back until a wa,
My foot to yird-fast stane.'