And I would rin your errand, master,
If’t were to Lady Maisry bright.
15
‘Tho my legs were sair I coudna gang,
Tho the night were dark I coudna see,
Tho I should creep on hands and feet,
I woud gae to Lady Maisry.’
16
‘Win up, win up, my bonny boy,
And at my bidding for to be;