Yes, I’ll forsake my lands sae broad,
And come, gin ye will take me in.’
11
Then a’ thing gaed frae fause Tamas,
And there was naething byde him wi;
Then he thought lang for Arrandella,
It was fair Annie for to see.
12
‘How do ye now, ye sweet Tamas?
And how gaes a’ in your countrie?’