Classic Poem

‘I 'll wager, I 'll wager, I 'll wager with you
Five hundred merks and ten,
That a maid shanae go to yon bonny green wood,
And a maiden return agen.’

‘I 'll wager, I 'll wager, I 'll wager with you
Five hundred merks and ten,
That a maid shall go to yon bonny green wood,
And a maiden return agen.’


She 's pu'd the blooms aff the broombush,
And strewd them on 's white hass-bane:
‘This is a sign whereby you may know
That a maiden was here, but she 's gane.’

‘O where was you, my good gray steed,
That I hae loed sae dear?
O why did you not awaken me
When my true love was here?’

‘I stamped with my foot, master,
And gard my bridle ring,
But you wadnae waken from your sleep
Till your love was past and gane.’

‘Now I may sing as dreary a sang
As the bird sung on the brier,
For my true love is far removd,
And I 'll neer see her mair.’