Was riding atween twa knows,
And they heard the voice of a bonny lass,
In a bught milking her ews.
2
There’s ane o them lighted frae off his steed,
And has ty’d him to a tree,
And he’s gane away to yon ew-bught,
To hear what it might be.
3
‘O pity me, fair maid,’ he said,