‘Your gloves sall be the marigold,
All glittering to your hand,
Well spread o’er wi’ the blue blaewort[1297]
That grows amang corn-land.’—
VII
‘O fare ye well, young man,’ she says,
‘Farewell, and I bid adieu;
If you can fancy me,’ she says,
‘O I cannot fancy you.
VIII
‘Sin ye’ve provided a weed for me
Amang the summer flowers,
Then I’se provide anither for you
Amang the winter showers.—
IX
‘The new-fa’n snaw to be your smock
Becomes your body best;
An’ your head sall be wound wi’ the eastern wind,
An’ the cauld rain on your breast.’
FOOTNOTES:
[1291] leal = true.
[1292] jimp = slender.