I heard a cow low, a bonnie cow low, br An' a cow low down in yon glen; br Lang, lang will my young son greet, br Or his mither bid him come ben. br br I heard a cow low, a bonnie cow low, br An' a cow low down in yon fauld; br Lang, lang will my young son greet, br Or is mither take him frae cauld. br br Waken, Queen of Elfan, br An hear your Nourrice moan. br O moan ye for your meat, br Or moan ye for your fee, br Or moan ye for the ither bounties br That ladies are wont to gie? br br I moan na for my meat, br Nor yet for my fee, br But I mourn for Christened land-- br It's there I fain would be. br br O nurse my bairn, Nourice, she says, br Till he stan' at your knee, br An' ye's win hame to Christen land, br Whar fain it's ye wad be. br br O keep my bairn, Nourice, br Till he gang by the hauld, br An' ye's win hame to your young son, br Ye left in four nights auld.