She drank we him a bottel of cherry,

And bare him gued company.

5

‘Will ye goo to the Hillands we me, Lisee?

Will ye go to [the] Hillands we me?

.   .   .   .   .   .   .   .

Ye’s gett cruds an grean why.’

6

Out spak Lissy’s mother,

An out spak she;