They bocht a loaf an they baith sat doon,
An the lassie ate wi her laddie.
7
When they cam to yon grassy hill,
Where spotted flocks do feed their fill,
‘I’ll sit me doon an I’ll greet a while,
For the followin o my laddie.’
8
‘It’s ye’ll tak aff yer beggin-weed,
An ye’ll pit on the goons o red,