"Ye'll lift me up upon your back,

Take me to Kirk-land fair;

Ye'll make my grave baith braid and lang, And lay my body there.

"Ye'll lay my arrows at my head,
My bend-bow at my feet,

My sword and buckler at my side,
As I was wont to sleep.

"When ye gae hame to your father,
He'll speir for his son John:
Say ye left him into Kirk-land fair,
Learning the schule alone.

"When ye gae hame to my sister,
She'll speir for her brother John :
Ye'll say ye left him in Kirk-land fair,
The green grass growing aboon.

"When ye gae hame to my true Love,
She'll speir for her [love] John :
Ye'll say ye left him in Kirk-land fair,
But hame ye fear he'll never come."

He's gane hame to his father;

He speir'd for his son John:
It's "I left him into Kirk-land fair,
Learning the schule alone."

And when he gaed hame to his sister,
She speir'd for her brother John :
It's "I left him into Kirk-land fair,
The green grass growing aboon."

And when he gaed hame to his true Love,
She speir'd for her [love] John:

It's "I left him into Kirk-land fair,-
Hame I fear he'll never come."

“But what bluid's that on your sword? Willie !

Sweet Willie! tell to me!"

"O it's the bluid o' my grey hounds;

They wouldna rin for me."

"It's nae the bluid o' your hounds,

Their bluid was never so red;

But it's the bluid o' my true Love
That ye hae slain [instead]."

Willie !

That fair may wept, that fair may mourn'd, That may did mourn and pine : "When every [may] looks for her love, I ne'er need look for mine!"

"O what death will ye die? Willie !
Now, Willie! tell to me."
“Ye'll put me into an oarless boat,
And I'll gae sail the sea."

"When will ye come home again? Willie !
Now, Willie! tell to me."

"When the sun and moon dance on the green. And that will never be."

EDWARD.

66 Why does your brand sae drip wi' bluid?

Edward! Edward!

Why does your brand sae drip wi' bluid,

And why so sad gang ye, O?"

"O I hae kill'd my hawk sae gude,

Mither mither!

OI hae kill'd my hawk sae gude,
And I had nae mair but he, O!"

"Your hawk, his bluid was never sae red,

Edward! Edward!

Your hawk, his bluid was never sae red,

My dear son! I tell thee, O!" "O I hae kill'd my red-roan steed,

Mither! mither!

OI hae kill'd my red-roan steed,

That erst was sae fair and free, O!"

"Your steed was auld, and ye hae got mair, Edward! Edward!

Your steed was auld, and ye hae got mair;

Some other dule ye dree, O!"

"O I hae kill'd my father dear,

Mither mither!

OI hae kill'd my father dear,—
Alas! and woe is me, O!"

"And what penance will ye dree for that?

Edward! Edward!

And what penance will ye dree for that? My dear son! now tell me, O!" "I'll set my feet in yonder boat,

Mither! mither!

I'll set my feet in yonder boat,

And I'll fare over the sea, O!"

"And what will ye do wi' your towers and your ha'?

Edward! Edward!

And what will ye do wi' your towers and your ha'
That were sae fair to see, O?"

"I'll let them stand till they downfa',

Mither! mither!

I'll let them stand till they downfa',

For here never maun I be, O!”

"And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife,

Edward! Edward!

And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife, When ye gang over the sea, O ? "

"The warldès room,-let them beg through life! Mither mither!

The warldès room,-let them beg through life!

For them never mair will I see, O!"

"And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear? Edward! Edward!

And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear? My dear son! now tell me, O!"

"The curse of Hell frae me shall ye bear, Mither! mither!

The curse of Hell frae me shall ye bear!

Sic counsels ye gave to me, O!"

THE TWA CORBIES.

As I was walking all alane

I heard twa Corbies making a mane:
The ane unto the ither did say-
"Where shall we gang dine the day?"

"In behint yon auld fail dyke

I wot there lies a new-slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there
But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair.

"His hound is to the hunting gane,

His hawk to fetch the wild fowl hame,

His lady's ta'en anither mate,

Sae we may make our dinner sweet.

"Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike out his bonny blue een,
Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair

We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.

"Mony an ane for him makes mane,
But nane shall tell where he is gane;

Owre his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind shall blaw for evermair."

THE THREE RAVENS.

There were three Ravens sat on a tree
Down-a-down, hey down, hey down!
There were three Ravens sat on a tree,
With a down!

There were three Ravens sat on a tree :
They were as black as they might be,
With a down, derry derry derry down down!

The one of them said to his make :
Where shall we our breakfast take?

Down in yonder greenè field

There lies a knight slain under his shield.

His hounds they lie down at his feet;
So well they their master keep.

His hawks, they fly so eagerly,
There's no fowl dare him come nigh.

Down there comes a fallow doe,
Great with young as she might go.

She lift up his bloody head,

And kiss'd his wounds that were so red.

She gat him upon her back,

And carried him to earthen lake.

She buried him before the prime,

She was dead ere even-time.

God send every gentleman

Such hounds, such hawks, and such leman!

With a down, derry