Francis James Child

“ Then hid herself close in the besom of the broom,
To hear what her true-love would say.
He wakend and found the gold ring on his hand,
Then sorrow of heart he was in:
‘My love has been here, I do well understand,
And this wager I now shall not win. ”

“ Walk nine times round and round;
Down below a bonny burn bank,
Ye’ll find your love sleeping sound.
‘Ye’ll pu the bloom frae aff the broom,
Strew’t at his head and feet,
And aye the thicker that ye do strew,
The sounder he will sleep. ”

“ And his lady cam at day, left a taiken and away,
Gaed as licht as a glint o the moon.
She strawed the roses on the ground,
Threw her mantle on the brier,
And the belt around her middle sae jimp,
As a taiken that she’d been there. ”