- BURD ELLEN stands in her bower-door, As straucht ‘s a hollan wand, And by it comes the gairdner-lad, Wi a red rose in his hand.
- Says, I have shapen a weed for thee
Amang my simmer flowers;
. . . .
. . .
- ‘Gin ye hae shapen a weed for me, Amang your simmer flowers, It’s I’ll repay ye back again, Amang the winter showers.
- ‘The steed that ye sall ride upon
Sall be o the frost sae snell,
And I’ll saddle him wi the norlan winds,
And some sharp showers o hail.’