"O roaring Clyde, ye roar ower loud, Your streams seem wond'rous strang; Make me your wreck as I come back,[L39] But spare me as I gang." 40 Then he is on to Meggie's bower, And tirled at the pin; "O sleep ye, wake ye, Meggie," he said, "Ye'll open, lat me come in." "O wha is this at my bower door, 45 That calls me by my name?" "It is your first love, sweet Willie, This night newly come hame." "I hae few lovers thereout, thereout, As few hae I therein; 50 The best an' love that ever I had, Was here just late yestreen." "The warstan stable in a' your stables, For my puir steed to stand; The warstan bower in a' your bowers, 55 For me to lie therein: My boots are fu' o' Clyde's water, I'm shivering at the chin." "My barns are fu' o' corn, Willie, My stables are fu' o' hay; 60 My bowers are fu' o' gentlemen;-- They'll nae remove till day." "O fare-ye-well, my fause Meggie, O farewell, and adieu; I've gotten my mither's malison, 65 This night coming to you." As he rode ower yon high, high hill, And down yon dowie den; The rushing that was in Clyde's water Took Willie's cane frae him. 70 He lean'd him ower his saddle bow, To catch his cane again; The rushing that was in Clyde's water Took Willie's hat frae him. He lean'd him ower his saddle bow, 75 To catch his hat thro' force; The rushing that was in Clyde's water Took Willie frae his horse. His brither stood upo' the bank, Says, "Fye, man, will ye drown? 80 Ye'll turn ye to your high horse head, And learn how to sowm." "How can I turn to my horse head, And learn how to sowm? I've gotten my mither's malison, 85 Its here that I maun drown!" The very hour this young man sank Into the pot sae deep, Up it waken'd his love, Meggie, Out o' her drowsy sleep. 90 "Come here, come here, my mither dear, And read this dreary dream; I dream'd my love was at our gates, And nane wad let him in." "Lye still, lye still now, my Meggie. 95 Lye still and tak your rest; Sin' your true love was at your yates, It's but twa quarters past." Nimbly, nimbly raise she up, And nimbly pat she on; 100 And the higher that the lady cried, The louder blew the win'.