Classic Poem

Burd Ellen sits in her bower windowe,
With a double laddy double, and for the double do
Twisting the red silk and the blue.
With the double rose and the Machey

And whiles she twisted, and whiles she twan,
And whiles the tears fell down amang.

Till once there by cam Young Tamlane:
" Come light, O light, and rock your young son."

" If you winna rock him, you may let him rair,
For I hae rocked my share and mair."


Young Tamlane to the seas he 's gane,
And a' women's curse in his company 's gane.