But granted it sall be;
This day to gude church ye sall gang,
And your mither sall gang ye wi’.”
When unto the gude church she cam,
She at the door did stan’;
She was sae sair sunk down wi’ shame,
She waldna come far’r ben,
Then out it speaks the parish priest—
A good auld man was he:
“Come ben, come ben, my lily flouir,