There’s sheets and blankets, and a’ thing ready,
And wadna they be angry wi me,
To see me lie sae wi a Hieland laddie!’
13
‘Tho there’s beds and beddin in your father’s house,
Sheets and blankets, and a’ made ready,
Yet why sud they be angry wi thee,
Though I be but a Hieland laddie?
14
‘It’s I hae fifty acres of land,