Untill that Willie, her true-love,
Chappit at the bower-door, no at the gin.
4
‘Whae’s this, whae’s this chaps at my bower-door,
At my bower-door, no at the gin?’
‘O it is Willie, thy ain true-love;
O will ye rise an let me in?’
5
‘In my bower, Willie, there is a wane,
An in the wane there is a wake;