Since the good Earl o Boyn’s a coming.’
12
Her stockens were o the good fine silk,
An her shirt it was o the camric,
An her goun it was a’ giltit oer,
An she was a’ hung oer wie rubbies.
13
That lady lookd out at her closet-window,
An she thought she saw him coming:
‘Go fetch to me some fine Spanish wine,