9
O they walked up, and they walked down,
Till this fair maiden she’s wearyed grown;
Says she, My dear, we’ll go to some town,
And there tak up our lodgings.
10
O whan they cam to his father’s gate,
Sae loudly, loudly as he did rap;
Says she, My dear, we’ll be found in fault
For rapping here sae boldly.