9 'Ye take your red fan in your hand,
Your white fan ower your een,
And ye may swear, and save your oath,
Ye sawna me come in.
10 'Ye take me in your arms twa,
And carry me to your bed;
And ye may swear, and save your oath,
Your bower I never tread.'
11 She's taen her red fan in her hand,
The white fan ower her een;
It was to swear, and save her oath,
She sawna him come in.
12 She's taen him in her arms twa,
And carried him to her bed;
It was to swear, and save her oath,
Her bower he never tread.
13 They hadna kissd, nor love clapped,
As lovers do when they meet,
Till up it waukens her mother,
Out o her drowsy sleep.
14 'Win up, win up, my three bauld sons,
Win up and make ye boun;
Your sister's lover's in her bower,
And he 's but new come in.'
15 Then up it raise her three bauld sons,
And girt to them their brand,
And they are to their sister's bower,
As fast as they coud gang.
16 When they came to their sister's bower,
They sought it up and down;
But there was neither man nor boy
In her bower to be foun.
17 Then out it speaks the first o them:
'We'll gang and lat her be;
For there is neither man nor boy
Intill her companie.'
18 Then out it speaks the second son:
'Our travel's a' in vain;
But mother dear, nor father dear,
Shall break our rest again.'