20

‘Then I ell cast aff my bra nou shous,

Made of the Turky lader,

An I ell pit on the hame-made broges,

To skip among the header.’

‘My bonny Lisie Bailly,

I ell rou ye in my plady;

Since ye’r to goo along we me,

I ell make ye a Healend lady.’

16