‘I hae nae time to tell, but sae lang’s I like mysell
Sae lang will I love you.’
6
‘Flee, flee up, my bonny grey cock,
And craw whan it is day;
Your neck shall be like the bonny beaten gold,
And your wings of the silver grey.’
7
The cock prov’d false, and untrue he was,
For he crew an hour oer soon;