I ill learn to you, my dear.’
19, 21
‘Then I ill cast off my bra nou goun,
Made of the silk an saten,
An I ell pitt on the hame-made grays,
To skip among the breachan.’
‘My bonny Lisie Bailly,
I ill rou ye in my plaidy,
An ye will go along we me,
I ill make ye a Healand lady.’