‘Or gin a virgin wou’d borrow me,
I wou’d wed her wi’ a ring;
I’d gie her ha’s, I’d gie her bowers,
The bonny towrs o’ Linne.’
VI
O barefoot, barefoot gaed she but[319],
And barefoot came she ben[320];
It was no for want o’ hose and shoone,
Nor time to put them on;
VII
But a’ for fear that her father dear
Had heard her making din:
She’s stown the keys o’ the prison-house door
And latten the prisoner gang.
VIII
O whan she saw him, Young Bekie,
Her heart was wondrous sair!
For the mice but and the bold rottons[321]
Had eaten his yallow hair.
IX
She’s gi’en him a shaver for his beard,
A comber till his hair,
Five hunder pound in his pocket,
To spen’ and nae to spair.