Whare the greene green trees are budding sae gaily.
3
‘Wi hawke and hounde we will hunt sae rarely,
And we’ll come back in the morning early.’
4
They rade on like sister and brither,
And they hunted and hawket in the valley thegether.
5
‘Now, lady, hauld my horse and my hawk,
For I maun na ride, and I downa walk.