14
‘There’s neer a clean sark gae on my back,
Nor yet a kame gae in my hair;
There’s neither coal nor candle-licht
Shall shine in my bouir for evir mair.
15
‘At kirk nor market I’se neer be at,
Nor yet a blythe blink in my ee;
There’s neer a ane shall say to anither,
That’s the lassie gard the young man die.