And where be you stravaging to at such an hour of night?
To look on Allen Water in the full moonlight.
Go your wilful ways then; but you will learn too soon
That no good comes to any lass from looking on the moon.

And where be you stravaging to at this unearthly hour?
To hearken to the hoolet that hoots by Staward Tower.
Round the Peel at midnight the brags and horneys prowl,
And no good comes to any lass from listening to the owl.

So don't say I've not warned you whatever may betide.
And what should I be fearing with Robert at my side?
What should you be fearing? Since the world began
No good has come to any lass from walking with a man.