And when he came to Barnard’s ha‘
wou d neither chap nor ca‘
But set his bent how to his breas‘
and lightly lap the wa‘
He would tel nae man his errand,
though twa stood at the gate,
But straight into the ha‘ he came,
whar grit folks sat at meat
Hail hail my gentle sire and dame,
my message winna wait
Dame ye maun to the green wood gang
before that it be late
Ye’re bidden take this gay mantle
it’s a‘ gowd but the hem
Ye maun go to the good green wood,
e‘en by yourself alane.
There it is a silken sark
your ain hand sew‘d the sleeve,
Ye maun come speak to Gill Morice
spier nae bauld Barons leave
The lady stamped wi her foot,
and winked wi her ee,
But all that she could do or say,
forbidden he wouldna be.
Its surely to my bower woman,
It ne’er could be to me,
Then up and spake the wyly nurse,
