ar her nae mair,
and the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.
a reekit wee deevil looks over the wa',
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme;
“o help, maister, help, or she'll ruin us a'!”
and the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.
the devil he swore by the edge o' his knife,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme;
he pitied the man that was tied to a wife,
and the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.
the devil he swore by the kirk and the bell,
hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme;
he was not in we
Kellyburn Braes(4/5)