And a’ my folly lat it be;
There was nane at the gettin o oor son,
Nae body only but you and me.’]
7
He set her on a milk-white steed,
Her little young son her before;
Says, Ye maun gae to bonny Stobha,
For ye will enter my yates no more.
8
When she cam to her father’s bowers,