The Lass that made the Bed to me

By my good luck a maid I met,

Just in the middle o' my care;

And kindly she did me invite

To walk into a chamber fair.

I bow'd fu' low unto this maid,

And thank'd her for her courtesie;

I bow'd fu' low unto this maid,

And bade her mak a bed to me.

She made the bed baith large and wide,

Wi' twa white hands she spread it down;

She put the cup to her rosy lips,

And drank, 'Young man, now sleep ye soun.'

She snatch'd the candle in her hand,

And frae my chamber went wi'speed;

But I call'd her quickly back again

To lay some mair below my head.

A cod she laid below my head,

And served me wi' due respect;

And to salute her wi' a kiss,

I put my arms about her neck.

"Haud aff your hands, young man,' she says,

'And dinna sae uncivil be:

If ye hae onie love for me,

O wrang na my virginitie!'

Her hair was like the links o' gowd,

Her teeth were like the ivorie;

Her cheeks like lilies dipt in wine,

The lass that made the bed to me.

Her bosom was the driven snaw,

Twa drifted heaps sae fair to see;

Her limbs the polish'd marble stane,

The lass that made the bed to me.

I kiss'd her owre and owre again,

And aye she wist na what to say;

I laid her between me and the wa',—

The lassie thought na lang till day.

Upon the morrow when we rose,

I thank'd her for her courtesie;

But aye she blush'd, and aye she sigh'd,

And said, 'Alas! ye've ruin'd me.'

I clasp'd her waist, .and kiss'd her syne,

While the tear stood twinklin in her ee;

I said, 'My lassie, dinna cry,

For ye ay shall mak the bed to me.'

She took her mither's Holland sheets,

And made them a' in sarks to me:

Blythe and merry may she be,

The lass that made the bed to me.

The bonie lass made the bed to me,

The braw lass made the bed to me:

I'll ne'er forget till the day I die,

The lass that made the bed to me!