Francis James Child

“ At ilka pint's end ye'll drink my health out,
And I'll come and pay for the lawin.'
Ay he ranted and he sang,
And drank till the day was dawin,
And ay he drank the bonnie lassy's health
That was coming to pay the lawin.
He spared na the sack, tho it was dear,
The wine nor the sugar-candy,
. . . .
. . . .
He's dune him to the shot-window,
To see an she was coming,
And there he spied twelve armed men,
That oure the plain cam rinning.
He's dune him doun to the landlady,
To see gin she wad protect him;
She's buskit him up into women's claiths
And set him till a baking. ”

“ For my life it's not worth a farthing!'
'O young man,' said she, 'Tak counsel by me,
And I will be your undertaking.
'I will clothe you in my own body-clothes
And I'll send you like a girl to the baking:'
And loudly, loudly they rapped at the door,
And loudly, loudly they rapp d. ”

“ He ca'd for a pint, and he paid it or he went,
And I hae nae mair to do wi his lawing.'
They stabd the feather-beds round and round,
The curtains they spared na to tear them;
But they went as they came, and left a' things undone,
And the young man busy baking. ”