Francis James Child

“ And carried him to her bed;
It was to swear, and save her oath,
Her bower he never tread.
They hadna kissd, nor love clapped,
As lovers do when they meet,
Till up it waukens her mother,
Out o her drowsy sleep. ”

“ Forbid that it be he!'
'And by my sooth,' says the auld woman,
'That very man is he.
'For he has broke my bigly bowers,
And he has stole my fee,
And made my daughter Ann a whore,
And an ill woman is she. ”

“ Sae well that kens my name?'
'It is your true-love, Sweet Willie,
For you I've crossd the faem.'
'I am deeply sworn, Willie,
By father and by mother;
At kirk or market where we meet,
We darna own each other. ”