THE BOUR-TREE DEN 117
They hid him in the Sour-Tree Den,
And I thought it strange to gang my lane ;
I thought it strange, I thought it sweet,
To gang there on my naked feet.
In the mirk night, when the boats were at sea,
I passed the burn abune the knee ;
In the mirk night, when the folks were asleep,
I had a tryst in the den to keep.
Late and air', when the folks were asleep, I had a tryst, a tryst to keep, I had a lad that lippened to me, And bour-tree blossom is fair to see!
0J the bour-tree leaves I busked his bed, The mune was siller, the dawn was red : Was nae man there but him and me— And bour-tree blossom is fair to see !
Unco weather hae we been through : The mune glowered, and the wind blew, And the rain it rained on him and me, And bour-tree blossom is fair to see!
Dwelling his lane but house or hauld, Aft he was wet and aft was cauld; I warmed him wi' my briest and knee— And bour-tree blossom is fair to see !