I [ha] forgetten my mider’s blissing,
To boun to bridstell we me.’
6
‘God’s blissing an mine gae we ye, my son Willie,
A’ the blissings of God ga we ye;
For y’er na an hour but bare ninten,
Fan y’er gain to meet yer Meggey.’
7
They road on, an ferder on,
Till they came to the water of Gamry;