Either goud rings or green mantles,

Or else their maidenheid.

Now, gowd rings ye may buy, maidens,

Green mantles ye may spin;

But, gin ye lose your maidenheid,

Ye'll ne'er get that agen.

But up then spak her, fair Janet,

The fairest o' a' her kin;

"I'll cum and gang to Carterhaugh,

"And ask nae leave o' him."