Then upon high horseback sae hard’s he did her tye,
‘Will ye go to Conland, this winter-time to lye?’
4
Her mother she came to the door, the saut tears on her cheek,
She coudna see her daughter, it was for dust and reek;
It was for dust and reek, the swords they glancd sae high;
‘And will ye go to Conland, this winter-time to lye?’
5
When they came to the ale-house, the people there were busy;
A bridal-bed it was well made, and supper well made ready;