An my quien ye’s never be.
11
‘Bonney may, an bra may,
Winnë ye on me rue?
By a’ the may I see,
Ther is nane I loe but you, may.’
12
‘If ye ha faen sae deap in my fancy
Ye cane nether gang nor rid,
Ye take me to the middel of the ring,
An my quien ye’s never be.
11
‘Bonney may, an bra may,
Winnë ye on me rue?
By a’ the may I see,
Ther is nane I loe but you, may.’
12
‘If ye ha faen sae deap in my fancy
Ye cane nether gang nor rid,
Ye take me to the middel of the ring,