7 'Here am I, a bonnie boy,
Willin to win meat an fee,
Wha will rin on to... bower,
An bring your gude ladie.'
8 'Whan you come to broken brig,
Tak aff your coat an swim;
An whan you come to grass growin,
Tak aff your shoon an rin.'
9 An whan he cam to broken brig,
He coost his coat an swam,
An whan he cam to grass growin,
Set doon his feet an ran.
10 An whan he cam to the ladie's bower,
He fand her a' her lane,
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11 An syne she kissed his wan, wan lips,
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A.
131, 133. Oh.
163, 171, 173. ring, ed. 1802; rings, ed. 1833.