‘Milk on, milk on, my bonny, bonny may;
Will ye shew me out-ower the lea?’
3
‘Ride on, ride on, stout rider,’ she said,
‘Yere steed’s baith stout and strang;
For out o the ewe-bught I daurna come,
For fear ye do me wrang.’
4
But he’s tane her by the milk-white hand,
An by the green gown-sleeve,