For lang o’ her I think.”
And when her sister dear cam in,
She hailed her courteouslie:
“Come ben, come ben, my sister dear,
This day ye’se dine wi’ me.”
“Ae bit I canna eat, sister,
Nor ae drop can I drink,
Until I see my dear husband,
For lang o’ him I think.”
“O where are all my rangers bold,