‘I saw not your father, I saw not your mother,
But I saw your true-love John.
2
‘It’s now ten at night, and the stars gie nae light,
And the bells they ring ding, dang;
He’s met wi some delay that causeth him to stay,
But he will be here ere lang.’
3
The surly auld carl did naething but snarl,
And Johny’s face it grew red;