4 ‘Ye cast off yer clouty coat, An ye pitt one my scarlett cloke, An I will follou you just att the back, Becass ye are a bonny laddie.’ 5 He cust off his cloutty coat, An he patt on her scarlet cloke, An she folloued him just att the back, Becaus he was a bonny laddie. 6 They gaed on, an forder on, Till they came to yon borrous-toun; She bought a loaf an they both satt doun, Bat she ate no we her laddie. 7 They gaed on, an forder one, Till they came to the nest borrous-toun; I wat the lassie louked doun, For the following of her laddie. 8 ‘O if I wer on the head of yon hill, Ther I wad greet my fill, For the follouing of my laddie.’ 9 ‘O had yer toung, my dearest dear, I ill ha ye back as I brought ye hear, For I canna bear yer morning.’ 10 ‘O had yer toung, my dearest dear, I will gae throu the warld baith far an near, Becaus ye’r a bonny ladie.’ 11 They gad on, an forder on, Till they came to his father’s haa, An he knoked ther fue loudly. 12 ‘O had yer hand, my dear[est] dear, An dou not knoke sae loudly, For fear they sud be angry.’ 13 Four-an-tuenty gentelmen They conved the beager ben, An as mony gay ladës Conved the beager’s lassie. 14 His brother lead her throu the haa: ‘I wis, brother, we had beagged a’, For sick a bonny lassie.’ 15 That same night she was bedded, An the nist morning she was wedded; She came to gued by grait misgiding, By the follouing of her laddie. B Murison MS., p. 85; from Aberdeenshire. 1 ’Twas on a day in the month o June . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . When Phoebus shines sae clearly. 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . She says, My dear, what is your trade When thiggin ye give over? 3 ‘Spinls and forls is my trade, Wi bits o sticks I win my bread, An O it is a winnin trade; Bonnie lassie, can ye loo me?’ An O it is, etc. 4 ‘O I can love ye manyfold, As Jacob loved Rachel of old, And as Jessie loved the cups o gold; My dear, can ye believe me?’ As Jessie, etc. 5 ‘It’s ye’ll tak aff the robes o red, An ye’ll pit on the beggin-weed, An ye’ll gang wi me an ye’ll beg your bread, An ye’ll be the beggar’s dawtie.’ 6 When they cam to yon borough-toon, They bocht a loaf an they baith sat doon, They bocht a loaf an they baith sat doon, An the lassie ate wi her laddie. 7 When they cam to yon grassy hill, Where spotted flocks do feed their fill, ‘I’ll sit me doon an I’ll greet a while, For the followin o my laddie.’ 8 ‘It’s ye’ll tak aff yer beggin-weed, An ye’ll pit on the goons o red, An ye’ll gang ye back the road ye cam, For I canna bide yer greetin.’