7
She’s puten on her back a silken gown,
And on her breast a silver tie;
She’s taen a sister in ilka hand,
And thro the green wood they are gane.
8
They had na walkt a mile in that good green wood,
’Tis not a mile but barely ane,
Till there was Willie, her ain true-love,
And from her sisters he has her taen.