For an my auld father he get word,
It’s you he will cause hang, Ritchie.’
8
‘To the Borders we’ll na gang, ladye,
To the Borders we’ll na gang, ladye;
For altho your auld father got word,
It’s me he dare na hang, ladye.’
9
As they passed by her mither’s bouer,
O but her sisters they were sorry!