Nor ae drap can I drink,
Till I see my mither and sister dear,
For lang o’ them I think.”
When she came in before the queen,
She fell low on her knee:
“Win up, win up, my dauchter dear,
This day ye’se dine wi’ me.”
“Ae bit I canna eat, mither,
Nor ae drop can I drink,
Until I see my dear sister—