For ne love nor favour of you, sir.’
7
‘Bonny may, an bra may,
Canna ye on me rue?
By a’ the maids I ever saa,
Ther is nane I loie but you.’
8
‘Lay not your love on me,’ she says,
‘Lay not your love on me,
For I am our lake to be yer bride,
For ne love nor favour of you, sir.’
7
‘Bonny may, an bra may,
Canna ye on me rue?
By a’ the maids I ever saa,
Ther is nane I loie but you.’
8
‘Lay not your love on me,’ she says,
‘Lay not your love on me,
For I am our lake to be yer bride,