Till I gang to yon garden green,
My Maries a’ to see.’
17
To some she gae the broach, the broach,
To some she gae a ring;
But wae befa her step-mother!
To her she gae nae thing.
18
‘Come in, come in now, Lady Isabel,
And drink the wine wi me;
Till I gang to yon garden green,
My Maries a’ to see.’
17
To some she gae the broach, the broach,
To some she gae a ring;
But wae befa her step-mother!
To her she gae nae thing.
18
‘Come in, come in now, Lady Isabel,
And drink the wine wi me;