21 'Ye wash, ye wash, ye bonny boy,
Ye wash, and come to dine;
It does not fit a bonny boy
His errant for to tine.
22 'Ge saddle to me the black, the black,
Ge saddle to me the brown,
Ge saddle to me the swiftest steed
That ever rid frae a town.'
23 The first steed they saddled to her,
He was the bonny black;
He was a good steed, an a very good steed,
But he tiyrd eer he wan the slack.
24 The next steed they saddled to her,
He was the bonny brown;
He was a good steed, an a very good steed,
But he tiyird ere he wan the town.
25 The next steed they saddled to her,
He was the bonny white;
Fair fa the mair that fo'd the fole
That carried her to Mazeree['s] lear!
26 As she gaed in at Leivingston,
Thair was na mickel pride;
The scobs was in her lovely mouth,
And the razer in her side.
27 'O them that marrys your daughter, lady,
I think them but a foole;
A married man at Martimass,
An a widdow the next Yule!'
28 'O hold your toung now, Livingston,
Let all your folly abee;
I bear the burden in my breast,
Mun suffer them to dee.'
29 Out an speaks her Bird Allen,
For she spake ay through pride;
'That man shall near be born,' she says,
'That shall ly down by my side.'
30 'O hold your toung now, Bird Allen,
Let all your folly abee;
For you shall marry a man,' she says,
'Tho ye shoud live but rathes three.'