Wha Is That at my Bower-Door
‘Wha is that at my bower—door?’
‘O wha is it but Findlay!’
'Then gae your gate, ye’se nae be here:'
‘Indeed maun I,’ quo’ Findlay;
'What mak’ ye, sae like a thief?'
‘O come and see,’ quo’ Findlay;
'Before the morn ye’ll work mischief:'
‘Indeed will I,’ quo’ Findlay.
'Gif I rise and let you in’—
‘Let me in,’ quo’ Findlay;
'Ye’ll keep me waukin wi’ your din;'
‘Indeed will I,’ quo’ Findlay;
'In my bower if ye should stay’—
‘Let me stay,’ quo’ Findlay;
'I fear ye’ll bide till break o’ day;'
‘Indeed will I,’ quo’ Findlay.
'Here this night if ye remain’—
'I’ll remain,' quo’ Findlay;
'I dread ye’ll learn the gate again;'
‘Indeed will I,’ quo’ Findlay.
'What may pass within this bower’—
‘Let it pass,’ quo’ Findlay;
‘Ye maun conceal till your last hour:’
‘Indeed will I,’ quo’ Findlay.
