‘Another may I’ll marry nane,
Another may I’ll ne’er bring hame.’
XIX
But sighing says his bonnie wife,
‘I wish this was an end o’ my life!
XX
‘Yet gae ye unto your mither again,
That vile rank witch of vilest kind:
XXI
‘And say: My ladie has a girdle,
It’s a’ red gowd unto the middle.
XXII
‘And ay at every silver hem
Hangs fifty silver bells and ten.