Till he was laid in prison strong,
For hunting the king’s deer and rae, O.
3
‘O where will I get a bonny, bonny boy,
That will run my errand cannie,
And gae quickly on to the bonny Bog o Gight,
Wi a letter to my lady?’
4
‘O here am I, a bonny, bonny boy,
That will run your errand cannie,