And a’ weel ploughd and sawn already,
And why should your father be angry wi me,
And ca me naething but a Hielan laddie?
7
‘I hae twenty weel mounted steeds,
Black and brown and grey, already;
And ilk ane o them is tended by a groom,
Altho I be but a Hielan laddie.
8
‘I hae now ten thousand sheep,