- 'Wha will bake my bridal bread, And brew my bridal ale? And wha will welcome my brisk bride, That I bring oer the dale?'
- 'I will bake your bridal bread, And brew your bridal ale, And I will welcome your brisk bride, That you bring oer the dale.'
- 'But she that welcomes my brisk bride Maun gang like maiden fair; She maun lace on her robe sae jimp, And braid her yellow hair.'
- 'But how can I gang maiden-like, When maiden I am nane? Have I not born seven sons to thee, And am with child agen?'
- She's taen her young son in her arms, Another in her hand, And she's up to the highest tower, To see him come to land.
- 'You're welcome to your house, master, You're welcome to your land; You're welcome with your fair lady, That you lead by the hand.' '' '' '' '' ''
- And ay she servd the lang tables, With white bread and with wine, And ay she drank the wan water, To had her colour fine.
- Now he's taen down a silk napkin, Hung on the silver pin, And ay he wipes the tears trickling Adown her cheek and chin.
No: 62; variant: 62D
Source: Herd, The Ancient and Modern Scots Songs, 1769, p.307.