Francis James Child,
The English and Scottish Popular Ballads…
“ Says, Whan day is dawen, and cocks hae crawen, And wappit their wings sae wide, It's ye may come to my bower-door, And streek you by my side. But look that ye tell na Gib, your man, For naething that ye dee; For, an ye tell him Gib, your man, He'll beguile baith you and me. He's taen his harp intill his hand, He harpit and he sang, And he is hame to Gib, his man, As fast as he could gang. ”
