As she was walking maid alone,
Down by yon shady wood.
She heard a smit[[A]] o' bridle reins,
She wish'd might be for good.
"Come to my arms, my dear Willie,
"You're welcome hame to me;
"To best o' chear and charcoal red,[[B]]
"And candle burnin' free."
"I winna light, I darena light,
"Nor come to your arms at a';