She paat her fitt to the dor,
Bat an her knee,
Bolts of brass an irn bands
In flinders she gart flee.
9
She pat a han to her bed-head
A nether to her bed-feet,
An bonny was the bab
Was blabring in its bleed.
10
She paat her fitt to the dor,
Bat an her knee,
Bolts of brass an irn bands
In flinders she gart flee.
9
She pat a han to her bed-head
A nether to her bed-feet,
An bonny was the bab
Was blabring in its bleed.
10