Francis James Child

“ And all men bound for bed,
Love Robbie came to Mary's bower,
Dressd like a comely maid.
They had not kissd nor love clapp d,
As lovers when they meet,
Till sighing said he Love Robbie,
My life, my life I doubt. ”

“ That marie is a man.'
Soon she went to gude greenwood,
And soon came back again;
'Gude sooth,' replied the proud porter,
'We've lost our stately dame.'
'My maid's faen sick in gude greenwood,
And sick and liken to die ”

“ Sae shortsome is to thee?
'There are four-an-twenty noble lords
The morn shoud dine wi me;
And ye maun serve them a', Mally,
Like one for meat and fee.'
She servd the nobles all as one,
The horsemen much the same ”