B.
a.
1
The lard of Roslie’s doughter was walking on the green,
An by came Captain Wederburn, a servant to our king,
An he said to his livery-man, Wer it no agenst our laa,
I wad take her to my ain bed an lay her neast the waa.
a.
2
‘I am in my father’s garden, walken among my father’s trees,