This looks like a recent piece, fabricated, with a certain amount of cheap mortar, from recollections of ‘Fair Annie,’ No 62, ‘Lord Thomas and Fair Annet,’ No 73, and ‘Young Beichan,’ No 53.
1
Lady Maisry lives intill a bower,
She never wore but what she would;
Her gowns were o the silks sae fine,
Her coats stood up wi bolts o gold.
2
Mony a knight there courted her,
And gentlemen o high degree,