‘Commend me to the lass that’s kind,
Tho’ na so gently born;
And, gin her heart I coudna gain,
To take her hand I’d scorn.’—
XIII
‘O haud your tongue now, John,’ he says,
‘You wis na what you say;
For I have lo’ed that bonny face
This twelve month and a day.
XIV
‘And tho’ I’ve lo’ed her lang and sair,
A smile I ne’er cou’d win;
Yet what I’ve got ance in my power
To keep I think nae sin.’
XV
When they came to Glenlyon Castle,
They lighted at the yate,
And out it came his sisters three,
Wha did them kindly greet.
XVI
O they’ve ta’en Baby by the hands
And led her o’er the green,
And ilka lady spake a word,
But bonny Baby spake nane.