"Tis I maun hae some winter fruit that in December grew
And I maun hae a silk mantil that waft gaed never through
A sparrow's horn, a priest unborn, this nicht to join us twa
Before I lie in your bed, at either stock or wa'."

"My father has some winter fruit that in Dec. grew
My mither has a silk mantil the waft gaed never through
A sparrow's horn ye soon may find, there's ane on every claw
And twa upo the gab o it, & ye shall get them a'.

"The priest he stands without the yett, just ready to come in
Nae man can say he e'er was born, nae man without sin
He was haill cut frae his mither's side, & frae the same let fa'
Sae we'll baith lie in ae bed, & ye'se lie at the wa'."

From the Viking Book of Folk Ballads. Barry