Gin ye had keepit your yetts shut,
Ye might hae sav’d the life o my Jamie.
14
‘Yestreen my luive had a suit o claise
Were o the finest tartan;
But lang or ere the day did daw
They war a’ red bluid to the garten.
15
‘Yestreen my luive had a suit o claise
Were o the apple reamin;