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WILLIE AND LADY MAISET. 59 |
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" O what's become o' my house cock Sae crouse at ane did craw ?
I wonder as much at my bold watch, That's nae shootin ower the wa,' my dear, That's nae shooting ower the wa. «
" My gude house cock, my only son, Heir ower my land sae free ;
If ony ruffian hae him slain,
High hanged shall he be, my dear,
High hanged shall he be." ro
Then he's on to Maisry's bower door, And tirled at the pin;
" Ye sleep ye, wake ye, daughter Maisry, Ye'll open, lat me come in, my dear, Ye'll open, lat me come in." »
Between the curtains and the wa',
She row'd her true love then ; And huly went she to the door,
And let her father in, my dear,
And let her father in. eo
" What's become o' your maries, Maisry, Your bower it looks sae teem ?
What's become o' your green claithing ? Your beds they are sae thin, my dear, Your beds they are sae thin." es |
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