CAPTAIN WEDDERBURN'S COURTSHIP.
The Lord of Roslin's daughter,
Walk'd thro' the woods her lane,
And bye came Captain Wedderburn,
A servant to the king!
He said unto his servant man,
Were it not against the law,
I would take her to my own bed,
And lay her next the wa'.
I'm walking here alone, she says,
Amang my father's trees;
And you may let me walk alone,
Kind Sir, now if you please;
The supper-bell it will be rung,
And I'll be miss'd, you know;
So I will not lie in your bed,
Neither at stock nor wa.
He says, My pretty lady,
I pray lend me your hand;
And you'll have drums and trumpets,
Always at your command;
And fifty men to guard you,
Who well their swords can draw:
And we'll both lie in ae bed,
And thou'll be next the wa'.
O hold away from me, kind Sir,
I pray let go my hand;
