Gin ye had spared the sweet baby’s life,
It might hae been an honour to thee.’
5
She wadna put on her gowns o black,
Nor yet wad she o brown,
But she wad put on her gowns o gowd,
To glance through Embro town.
6
‘Come saddle not to me the black,’ she says,
‘Nor yet to me the brown,