J. F. Campbell Collection > Minstrelsy of the Scottish border > Volume 1

276 MINSTRELSY OF
A lady came to that lonely bower.
And threw her robes aside,
She tore her ling [long] yellow hair,
And knelt at Barthram''s side.
She bath'd him in the Lady-Well
His wounds so deep and sair,
And she plaited a garland for his breast,
And a garland for his hair.
They rowed him in a lily-sheet,
And bare him to his earth,
[And the Gray Friars sung the dead man's mass,
As they pass'd the Chapel Garth.]
They buried him at [the mirk] midnight,
[When the dew fell cold and still,
When the aspin gray forgot to play.
And the mist clung to the hill.]
They dug his grave but a bare foot deep.
By the edge of the Ninestone Burn,
And they covered him [o'er with the heather-flower j
The moss and the [Lady] fern.
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