I sall goe intill ane haire
With sorrow, and sych, and meikle caire;
And I sall goe in the Divellis nam
Ay whill I com hom againe.

Haire, haire, God send the cair!
I am in an hairis liknes now,
Bot I sal be a voman ewin now.
Hair, hair, God send the cair!