WHEN Januar wind was blawin cauld,
As to the north I took my way,
The mirksome night did me enfauld,
I knew na where to lodge till day.-----

By my gude 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 for 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 sound.”------

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 respeck;
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:
Gif ye hae onie luve 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 o'er and o'er again,
And ay she wist na what to say;
I laid her between me and the wa',
The lassie thocht na lang till day.------

Upon the morrow when we rase,
I thank'd her for her courtesie:
But ay she blush'd, and ay 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 e'e;
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.-----