By T. Petrov Pavlova

If a mother bore a son
To love a mistress whenas time shall come
Then the man that fathered me
Shouldst hath let a son to be
Thro’ youth maiden not to wander
An’ wait this lang to hear song yonder

Ere my love met thine
Father’s gift wast smile mine
Bliss or reborn I’m is this?
Take thou yon smile, cometh wi’ a kiss
What shall come postpone not let us
Whilst youth lasts, love’s a must.