Wi the roast an the boil,
To attend my guid lord’s comin.’
3
She steppit sae neatly oot the way,
She gaed, she went an met him:
‘Ye’re welcome home, my ain guid lord,
You’r thrice weelcome fae Lunon.’
4
‘An I be welcome home,’ he says,
‘Ye’ll kiss me for my comin,