The Gardener

No: 219; variant: 219C

  1. BURD ELLEN stands in her bower-door, As straucht ‘s a hollan wand, And by it comes the gairdner-lad, Wi a red rose in his hand.
  2. Says, I have shapen a weed for thee Amang my simmer flowers; . . . . . . .
  3. ‘Gin ye hae shapen a weed for me, Amang your simmer flowers, It’s I’ll repay ye back again, Amang the winter showers.
  4. ‘The steed that ye sall ride upon Sall be o the frost sae snell, And I’ll saddle him wi the norlan winds, And some sharp showers o hail.’