Untill I lie ayon thee.
2
‘I’ll gie ye four-and-twenty good milk-kye,
Wer a’ caft in ae year, may,
And a bonie bull to gang them by,
That blude red is his hair, may.’
3
‘I hae nae houses, I hae nae land,
I hae nae gowd or fee, sir;
I am oer low to be your bryde,