You talk of letters, but of them the laird
Has never brought a single one to me;
But when I've seen him I have never cared
How soon he went, for he told me that ye
Were either dead or faithless—so he said
I'd better wed the live, than mourn the dead.
"And then he promis'd I should have six horses,
Besides a coach, if I would be his bride;
But I refus'd—and he swore all his crosses
Should soon be o'er, and something else beside