XXVIII
‘Lie still, lie still now, my Meggie:
Lie still and tak’ your rest;
Sin’ your true-love was at your gates
It’s but twa quarters past.’—
XXIX
Nimbly, nimbly rase she up,
And nimbly put she on;
And the higher that the lady cried,
The louder blew the win’.
XXX
The firstan step that she stept in,
She steppit to the queet[559]:
‘Ohon, alas!’ said that lady,
‘This water’s wondrous deep.’
XXXI
The neistan step that she stept in,
She waded to the knee;
Says she, ‘I cou’d wade farther in,
If I my love cou’d see.’
XXXII
The neistan step that she wade in,
She waded to the chin;
The deepest pot in Clyde’s water
She got sweet Willie in.