And so did they owre mountains many,
Until that they cam to yonder glen,
And she’s lain doun wi her Hieland laddie.
11
Gude green hay was Peggy’s bed,
And brakens war her blankets bonnie,
Wi his tartan plaid aneath her head;
And she’s lain doun wi her Hieland laddie.
12
‘There’s beds and bowsters in my father’s house,