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" Then, gin I die in Southern land,
In Scotland gar bury me.*
At the first kirk in fair Scotland,
Ye'll cause the bells be rung ;
At the second kirk o' fair Scotland,
Ye'll cause the mass be sung.
At the third kirk o' fair Scotland,
You'll deal gold for my sake ;
And at the fourth kirk o' fair Scotland,
It's there ye'll bury me at.
And now, my tender father deir.
This askin grant you me."
" Your askin is but small," he said,
" Weel granted it shall be."
[The lady asks the same boon, and receives a similar answer,
first from her mother, then from her sisters, and lastly from
her seven brothers.]
Then down as deid that lady dropt.
Beside her mother's knee ;
When out and spak an auld witch wife,
By the fire-side sat she.
Says, " Drap the het lead on her cheek.
And drap it on her chin ;
And drap it on her rosy lips ;
And she will speak again.
For much a young lady will do,
To her true love to win."
They drapt the het lead on her cheek,
Sae did they on her chin ;
* Cause me to be buried in Scotland.