Well I stood at the stable door, a-leaning over his steed, a-looking at his white fingers till his nose began to bleed.O bring some corn to my horse, and give my young man meat, and I'll a-wat him Maggie's bower up there afore she sleeps.O well a-well a-den a-gang, it's here against my well, you've the deepest pot in the Clyde to cross, and it's there that he will droon.The horse that I'm to ride upon cost me twice thirty pound, and I'll put trust in me and horse heels, and he'll carry me safe and soon.So a-raid our hills, and a-raid Doondales, and a-doon yon Dowie den, but the rash that rose in Clyde's water would a-feared a hundred men.O Clydey, Clydey, rolling Clyde, your waves are wondrous strong, make me a wreck as I come back, but spare me as I gang.O Maggie, Maggie, Maggie dear, rise and let me in, for my boots are full o' Clyde's water, and I'm shivering to the skin.My stables are full o' horses, my sheds are full o' hay, my beds are full o' gentlemen that when I'm heave till day.Maggie wakened in the morning, and to her mother she ran, says I dreamed that Willie was here last night, and I wouldn't have let him in.So a-raid our hills, and a-raid Doondales, and a-doon yon Dowie den, but the rash that rose in Clyde's water took Willie's keen fae hem.Leaning o'er his saddle-bows to catch his keen through-fors, the rash that rose in Clyde's water took Willie fae his horse.Willie's brother stands on the bank, now how can Willie droon? O turn ye to your high-horse heed, and he'll learn you how to swim.THE END