Syne Willy has loosed the nine witch-knots
That was among his ladie’s locks:
XLIV
And Willy’s ta’en out the kaims o’ care
That hang among his ladie’s hair:
XLV
And Willy’s ta’en down the bush o’ woodbine
That hang atween her bower and thine:
XLVI
And Willy has kill’d the master kid
That ran aneath his ladie’s bed:
XLVII
And Willy has loosed her left-foot shee,
And letten his ladie lighter be.