human
O wanted ye your meat, Willie, Or wanted ye your fee? Or gat ye e'er an angry word, That ye ran awa frae me?
gpt
I wanted nought, my master dear; To me ye aye was good: I cam to see my ae brother, That wons in this grene-wood.
human
My boy, now tell to me, Who dwells into yon bigly bour, Beneath yon green aik tree?
gpt
O pardon me, said sweet Willy,
human
My liege, I darena tell; 190 And gangna near yon outlaw's bour, For fear they suld you kill.
gpt
O haud your tongue, my bonny boy, For I winna be said nay; But I will gang yon bour within, 195 Betide me weal or wae.