‘But again, dear love, and again, dear love,
Will ye ne’er love me again?
Alas, for loving you sae well,
And you nae me again!’
XIII
The nextan town that they cam’ till,
His heart it grew mair fain,
And he was as deep in love wi’ her
As she was ower again.
XIV
The nextan town that they cam’ till,
He bought her wedding gown,
And made her lady of ha’s and bowers,
Into sweet Berwick town.
[73. Lady Maisry]
I
The young lords o’ the north country
Have all a-wooing gone,
To win the love of Lady Maisry,
But o’ them she wou’d hae none.