He was an unwelcom gast.
4
‘O Lady Dayesë, dear, d[ea]r Dayisie,
What gars ye gae sae round?
We yer tua sides high an yer bellie bige,
Fra yer face the couller is gane.’
5
‘O have ye loved? or have ye lang-sought?
Or die ye goo we barn?’
‘It’s all for you, fair father,