2
‘Yestreen I washd Queen Mary’s feet,
Kam’d down her yellow hair,
And lay a’night in the young man’s bed,
And I’ll rue t for evermair.
3
The queen’s kale was aye sae het,
Her spice was aye sae fell,
Till they gart me gang to the young man’s bed,
And I’d a’the wyte mysell.