So nimbly up the stair she ran,
And wha so ready as this young squire
To welcome the bonny lassie in.
8
He[’s] taen her by the milk-white hand,
He’s gently led her through the room,
And aye she sighed, and aye she said,
It would be a pity to do me wrong.
9
‘Now, since you’ve taken your will o me,