human
I hope to live and play the prank 15 Sall gar your loud sang lie.
gpt
Cum here, my son, to me: It fears me sair, my Bauld Arthur, That ye maun sail the sea.
human
Gin sae it maun be, my deir mother, Your bidding I maun dee; But, be never waur to Rose the Red, Than ye hae been to me.
gpt
Cum here, my son, to me: It fears me sair, my Brown Robin, That ye maun sail the sea.
human
Gin it fear ye sair, my mother deir, Your bidding I shall dee; 30 But, be never waur to White Lilly, Than ye hae been to me.
gpt
Now haud your tongues, ye foolish boys, For small sall be their part: They ne'er again sall see your face, 35 Gin their very hearts suld break.