Had I the wyte, had I the wyte,
Had I the wyte? she bade me;
She watch’d me bythe hie-gate side,
And up the loanshe shaw’d me.
And when I wadna venture in,
A coward loonshe ca’d me:
Had Kirkan’ State been in the gate,
I’d lighted when she bade me.
Sae craftilie she took me ben,
And bademe maknaeclatter;
“For our ramgunshoch, glum gudeman
Is o’er ayontthe water.”
Whae’er shall say I wanted grace,
When I did kiss and dawteher,
Let him be planted in my place,
Synesay, I was the fautor.
Could I for shame, could I for shame,
Could I for shame refus’d her;
And wadnamanhood been to blame,
Had I unkindly used her!
He claw’d her wi’the ripplin-kame,
And blaeand bluidybruis’d her;
When sica husband was fraehame,
What wife but wadexcus’d her!
I dighted aye her e’ensaeblue,
An’bann’d the cruel randy,
And weelI wat, her willin’ mou
Was sweet as sugar-candie.
At gloamin-shot, it was I wot,
I lighted on the Monday;
ButI camthro’ the Tyseday’s dew,
To wanton Willie’s brandy.