16 'How do ye like my sheets?' he said,
'How do ye like my bed?
And how do ye like my gay ladie,
Wha's lying at your side?'
17 'O I do like your sheets,' he said,
'Sae do I like your bed;
But mair do I like your gay ladie,
Wha's lying at my side.'
18 'Get up, get up, young man,' he said,
'Get up as swith 's ye can;
Let it never be said that Lord Barnard
Slew in bed a nakit man.'
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19 'How do ye like his bluidy cheeks?
Or how do ye like me?'
'It's weill do I like his bluidy cheeks,
Mair than your haill bodie.'
20 Then she has kissd his bluidy cheeks,
It's oure and oure again.'
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Campbell MSS, II, 43.
1 Four and twenty gay ladies
Were playing at the ba,
And [out] came Lord Barnaby's lady,
The fairest o them a'.
2 She coost her eyes on Little Musgrave,
And he on her again;
She coost her eyes on Little Musgrave,
As they twa lovers had been.