- GIL MORRICE sat in silver wood, He whistled and he sang: ‘Whar sall I get a bonny boy My errand for to gang?’
- He ca’d his foster-brither Willie:
‘Come, win ye hose and shoon,
And gae unto Lord Barnard’s ha,
And bid his lady come.’
- And she has taen the bloody head, And cast it i the brim, Syne gathered up her robes o green, And fast she followed him.