J. F. Campbell Collection > Minstrelsy of the Scottish border > Volume 2

402 MIXSTRELSY OF
" Of her young bairn she's ne'er be hghter,
" Nor in her hour to shine the brighter ;
" But she sail die, and turn to clay,
" And ye sail wed another may."
" Another may Fll never wed,
" Another may I'll never bring hamc.'*'
But, sighing, said that weary wight —
'' I wish my life were at an end !
Yet gae ye to your mother again,
That vUe rank witch, o' rankest kind !
And say, your ladye has a girdle,
It's a' red gowd to the middle ;
" And aye, at ilka siller hem
" Hang fifty siller bells and ten ;
" This gudely gift sail be her ain,
" And let me be lighter o' my young bairn.
Of her young bairn she's ne'er be lighter,
Nor in your hour to shine the brighter ;
For she sail die, and turn to clay,
And thou sail wed another may."