The provost's ae dochter wis walkin her lane O bit her luve it wis easy won Whan she spied a Scots prisoner a makin his mane Aye an she wis the flouer of Northumberlan It iss "O, gin a lassie wad marry me? O gin her luve it wis easy won A wad mak her a ladie o heich degree If she'd lowse me out frae my prison sae strang" Sae to she's dune her...Learn More