"Oweel sall ye my true-love ken, For of a' the flowers of fair England, "The red that's on my true-love's cheek, 25 The white, that is on her breast bare, ,, "And even at my love's bour-door "And four-and-twenty fair ladies The fairest lady there." Lord William has written a love-letter, Put it under his pinion gray; And he is awa' to Southern land, } And even at that lady's bour, There grew a flowering birk'; And he sat down and sung thereon, And weel he kent that lady fair 30 35 40 45 For the flower that springs in May morning And first he sang a low, low note, And aye the o'erword o' the sang Was, "Your love can no win here." "Feast on, "Sing on, sing on, my bonny bird, For weel I ken, by your sweet singing, O first he sang a merry sang, And syne he peck'd his feathers gray, To her the letter gave. 50 55 60 "Have there a letter from Lord William; 65 He says he's sent ye three; He canna wait your love langer, But for your sake he 'll die." "Gae bid him bake his bridal bread, And I sall meet him at Mary's kirk, 70 The lady's gane to her chamber, And a moanfu' woman was she, As gin she had ta'en a sudden brash, And were about to die. 75 "A boon, a boon, my father dear, A boon I beg of thee!" 66 Ask not that paughty Scottish lord, 80 "But, for your honest asking else, In Scotland gar bury me. "And the first kirk that ye come to, Ye'se gar the mass be sung; 85 And the next kirk that ye come to, "And when ye come to St. Mary's kirk, She has ta'en her to her bigly bour, And she has drank a sleepy draught, And pale, pale grew her rosy cheek, 90 95 66 And she seemed to be as surely dead 100 They drapt a drap o' the burning red gowd, They drapt it on her chin; And ever alas!" her mother cried, They drapt a drap o' the burning red gowd, They drapt it on her breast-bane; "Alas!" her seven bauld brothers said, “Our sister's dead and gane." Then up arose her seven brethren, And hew'd to her a bier; They hew'd it frae the solid aik, Laid it o'er wi' silver clear. Then up and gat her seven sisters, The first Scots kirk that they cam to, But when they cam to St. Mary's kirk, There stude spearmen all on raw; 120 And up and started Lord William, The chieftain amang them a'. doub"Set down, set down the bier," he said; 125 "Let me look her upon.",,!! But as soon as Lord William touched her hand,... Her colour began to come. She brightened like the lily-flower, "A morsel of your bread, my lord, 130 For I ha'e fasted these three lang days, 135 "All for your sake and mine. "Gae hame, gae hame, my seven bauld brothers, Gae hame and blaw your horn! I trow you wad ha'e gi'en me the skaith, "Ah! woe to you, you light woman; For we left father and mother at hame, Scott, Minst. Scot. Bord. 140 |