‘Ye maun gang to your father, Janet,
Ye maun gang to him sune;
Ye maun gang to your father, Janet,
In case that his days are dune.’
II
Janet’s awa’ to her father
As fast as she could hie:
‘O what’s your will wi’ me, father?
O what’s your will wi’ me?’—
III
‘My will wi’ you, Fair Janet,’ he said,
‘It is both bed and board;
Some say that ye love Sweet Willie,
But ye maun wed a French lord.’
IV
Janet’s awa to her chamber
As fast as she could go;
Wha’s the first ane that tappèd there,
But Sweet Willie her jo[359]?
V
‘O we maun part this love, Willie,
That has been lang between;
There’s a French lord coming o’er the sea
To wed me wi’ a ring.’—