And gart our captain sleep, and the lassie win away,
And she’ll go no more to Conland, the winter-time to lye.’
10
‘I’d rather be in Duffus land, selling at the ale,
Before I was wi Lesly, for a’ his auld meal;
For a’ his auld meal, and sae mony comes to buy;
I’ll go no more to Conland the winter-time to lye.
11
‘I’d rather be in Duffus land, dragging at the ware,
Before I was wi Lesly, for a’ his yellow hair;