Wi her twa maids before her;
As soon as they saw her weel-far’d face,
They coost their glamer oer her.
3
‘O come wi me,’ says Johnnie Faw,
‘O come wi me, my dearie,
For I vow and swear, by the hilt of my sword,
Your lord shall nae mair come near ye.’
4
‘Here, tak frae me this gay mantile,