She sought him braid an narrou;
In the depest pot in a’ Claid’s water,
Ther she gat Suit Willie.
20
She has kissed his comly mouth,
As she had den afore:
‘Baith our midders sall be alike sorry,
For we’s bath slipe soun in Clide’s water.’
21
Ther was na mare seen of that gued lord