‘O ae kind look ye ne’er shall get,
Nor win a smile frae me,
Unless to me you’ll favour shew,
And take me to Dundee.’—
VIII
‘Dundee, Baby? Dundee, Baby?
Dundee you ne’er shall see
Till I’ve carried you to Glenlyon
And have my bride made thee.
IX
‘We’ll stay a while at Auchingour,
And get sweet milk and cheese,
And syne we’ll gang to Glenlyon,
And there live at our ease.’—
X
‘I winna stay at Auchingour,
Nor eat sweet milk and cheese,
Nor go with thee to Glenlyon,
For there I’ll ne’er find ease.’
XI
Then out it spake his brother John,
‘O were I in your place,
I’d take that lady hame again,
For a’ her bonny face.