Nae mair frae me ye’se gae;’

‘That’s never my intent, my luve,

As ye said, it shall be sae.’

16

‘O Cow-me-doo, my luve sae true,

It’s time to gae to bed;’

‘Wi a’ my heart, my dear marrow,

It’s be as ye hae said.’

17

Then he has staid in bower wi her