VIII
‘From whence cam’ ye, young man?’ she said;
‘That does surprise me sair;
My door was bolted right secure,
What way hae ye come here?’—
IX
‘O haud your tongue, ye lady fair,
Lat a’ your folly be;
Mind ye not o’ your turtle-doo
Ye wiled from aff the tree?’—
X
‘What country come ye frae?’ she said,
‘An’ what’s your pedigree?’—
‘O it was but this verra day
That I cam’ ower the sea.
XI
‘My mither lives on foreign isles,
A queen o’ high degree;
And by her spells I am a doo
With you to live an’ dee.’—
XII
‘O Coo-me-doo, my love sae true,
Nae mair frae me ye’se gae.’—
‘That’s never my intent, my love;
As ye said, it shall be sae.’