- IT’S whispered in parlour, it’s whispered in ha, The broom blooms bonie, the broom blooms fair Lady Marget’s wi child amang our ladies a’. And she dare na gae down to the broom nae mair
- One day whisperd unto another
Lady Marget’s wi child to Sir Richard, her brother.
- ‘O when that you hear my loud loud cry, Then bend your bow and let your arrows fly. For I dare na,’ etc.