The body was swelld, and the stays strait laced.
14
You wad not have seen one bit o her neck,
The chains of gold they hang so thick.
15
He has taen a tait of her bonnie yellow hair,
He’s tied it to his fiddle-strings there.
16
The verry first spring that that fiddle playd
Was, Blest be [the] queen, my mother! [it] has said.