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At the second kirk of fair Scotland,
They gart the mass be sung.
At the third kirk o' fair Scotland,
They dealt gold for her sake ;
And the fourth kirk of fair Scotland,
Her true love met them at.
" Set doun, set doun the corpse," he said,
" Till I look on the dead.
The last time that I saw her face.
She ruddy was and red ;
But now alas, and woe is me.
She's wallowed* like a weed."
He rent the sheet upon her face,
A little abune her chin ;
And as soon as Lord William looked thereon,
Her colour began to come.
She brightened like the lily flouir,
Till her pale colour was gone ;
With rosy cheek, and ruby lip,
She smiled her love upon.
" A morsel of your breid, my lord.
And one glass of your wine ;
For I hae fasted these three lang days,
All for your sake and mine.
Gae hame, gae hame, my seven bauld brothers I
Gae hame and blaw the horn !
I trow ye wad ha' gien me the skaith ;
But I've gien you the scorn.
I cam not here to fair Scotland,
To lie amang the mool ;
* Faded.