POSTHUMOUS POEMS
"Whatten men be these that rin," she said,
"Or whatten men be these that ride?
Either ye be thieves frae the north border,
Or men that look a bride."
"Or whatten men be these that ride?
Either ye be thieves frae the north border,
Or men that look a bride."
"Gin I be rid frae the north border
And my braw bride won south,
I'll gar her clip me round the body
And kiss me on the mouth."
And my braw bride won south,
I'll gar her clip me round the body
And kiss me on the mouth."
"I think ye be nae knight," she said,
"Nae knight that wons about;
There was never man but a devil
That had sae lang a snout.
"Nae knight that wons about;
There was never man but a devil
That had sae lang a snout.
"Gin I should kiss your mouth," she said.
"I wis I had kissed a loon;
I think ye be some clouted carter,
Albeit ye wear steel shoon."
"I wis I had kissed a loon;
I think ye be some clouted carter,
Albeit ye wear steel shoon."
"I am Lord Hugh of Burnieshaw,
Ye may weel ken the face o' me;
And I wad hae back the bonnie lad bairn
That I left here wi' thee."
Ye may weel ken the face o' me;
And I wad hae back the bonnie lad bairn
That I left here wi' thee."
"Gin ye be Hughie of Burnieshaw,
As I trow a better may have been,
Tell me what words I said to you,
When the rowans were green."
As I trow a better may have been,
Tell me what words I said to you,
When the rowans were green."
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