‘O waken, waken, Burd Isbel,
How can you sleep so soun’,
Whan this is Bekie’s wedding day,
An’ the marriage gaïn on?
XVI
‘Ye do ye to your mither’s bowr,
Think neither sin nor shame;
An’ ye tak twa o’ your mither’s marys[325],
To keep ye frae thinking lang.
XVII
‘Ye dress yoursel’ in the red scarlèt,
An’ your marys in dainty green,
An’ ye pit girdles about your middles
Wou’d buy an earldome.
XVIII
‘O ye gang down by yon sea-side,
An’ down by yon sea-stran’;
Sae bonny will the Hollan’s boats
Come rowin’ till your han’.
XIX
‘Ye set your milke-white foot abord,
Cry, Hail ye, Domine!
An’ I shal be the steerer o’t,
To row you o’er the sea.’