Gae butt the house, lass, and waken my bairn,
And bid her come quickly ben.’
The servant gade where the daughter lay,
The sheets was cauld, she was away;
And fast to her goodwife can say,
She’s aff with the gaberlunyie-man.
7
‘O fy, gar ride, and fy, gar rin,
And hast ye find these traitors again;
For she’s be burnt, and he’s be slain,