For gin he be your first true love,
He is my eldest sister’s son.
13
‘There is a steed in my stable
Cost me baith gold and white money;
Ye’s get as mieckle o my free lan
As he’ll ride about in a summer’s day.’
a.
31. to our.
For gin he be your first true love,
He is my eldest sister’s son.
13
‘There is a steed in my stable
Cost me baith gold and white money;
Ye’s get as mieckle o my free lan
As he’ll ride about in a summer’s day.’
a.
31. to our.