12 This little bird then took his flight,
Beyond the raging sea,
And lighted at that lady's yetts,
On tower o gowd sae hie.
13 Even before that lady's yetts
He found a bowing birk;
And there he sat, and sang thereon,
Till she went to the kirk.
14 Even before that lady's yetts
He found a bowing ash;
And then he sat and sang thereon,
Till she came frae the mass.
15 Even before that lady's window
He found a bed o tyme;
And then he sat and sang thereon,
Till she sat down to dine.
16 Even abeen that lady's window
Was fixd a siller pin;
And a' the words that were tauld him,
He sat and sang them in.
17 'You're bidden send your love a letter,
For he has sent you five;
Or he'll never send anither send,
To nae woman alive.
18 'You're bidden send your love a letter,
For he has sent you seven;
And he'll never send anither send,
To nae maid under heaven.'
19 'Sit in the hall, good ladies all,
And drink the wine sae red,
And I will to yon small window,
And hear yon birdie's leed.
20 'Sing on, sing on, my bonny bird,
The sang ye sung just now;'
'I'll sing nae mair, ye lady fair,
My errand is to you.'
21 'If ye be my true-lovie's bird,
Sae well's I will you ken;
You will gae in at my gown-sleeve,
Come out at my gown-hem.'