‘Where gang ye, young John,’ she says,
‘Sae early in the day?
It gars me think, by your fast trip,
Your journey’s far away.’
III
He turn’d about wi’ a surly look,
And said, ‘What’s that to thee?
I’m gaen to see a lovely maid,
Mair fairer far than ye.’—
IV
‘Now hae ye play’d me this, fause love,
In simmer, ’mid the flowers?
I shall repay ye back again,
In winter, ’mid the showers.
V
‘But again, dear love, and again, dear love,
Will ye not turn again?
For as ye look to other women,
Sall I to other men.’—
VI
‘Go make your choice of whom you please,
For I my choice will have;
I’ve chosen a maid more fair than thee,
I never will deceive.’