"But drap the het lead on her cheek, And drap in on her chin, And rap it on her bosom white, "Tis much that a young lady will do To her true love to win." They drapped the het lead on her cheek, They drapped it on her bosom white, Her brothers they went to a room, To make to her a bier; The boards were a' o' the cedar wood, Her sisters they went to a room, The cloth was a' o' the satin fine, "Now well is me, my gay gos-hawk, That ye can speak and flee! Come show me any love-tokens That you have brought to me." "She sends you the ring frae her white finger, The garland frae her hair; Tales of the Olden Time of the Tales She sends you the heart within her breast; Olden She bids you wait for her there." men! "Come hither, all my merry young The funeral came into fair Scotland, And when it came to the third kirk, At the fourth kirk in fair Scotland "Set down, set down the bier," he says, The last time that I saw her face, Its color was warm and red." He stripped the sheet from aff her face A little below the chin; The lady then she open'd her eyes, And looked full on him. “O give me a shive o' your bread, love, And now I fain would dine. "Gae hame, gae hame, my seven brothers, And ye may say that ye sought my skaith, "I cam' na here to bonny Scotland But I cam' here to bonny Scotland 66 'I cam' na here to bonny Scotland But I cam' here to bonny Scotland OLD BALLAD. Tales of the Olden Time Tales of the Olden Time Earl Mar's Daughter It was intill a pleasant time, Upon a simmer's day, The noble Earl of Mar's daughter And as she played and sported 66 "O Coo-my-doo, my love sae true, If ye'll come doun to me, "I'll tak' ye hame and pet ye weel, Within my bower and ha'; As ony o' them a'!” And she had nae these words weel spoke, And lighted on her head. Then she has brought this pretty bird Hame to her bower and ha', And made him shine as fair a bird When day was gane, and night was come, About the evening-tide, This lady spied a bonny youth 66 Stand straight up by her side. Now whence come ye, young man," she said, "To put me into fear? My door was bolted right secure, And what way cam' ye here?" "O haud your tongue, my lady fair, Lat a' your folly be; Mind ye not o' your turtle-doo Ye coax'd from aff the tree?' "O wha are ye, young man?" she said, "What country come ye frae?" "My mither is a queen," he says, Likewise of magic skill; "Twas she that turned me in a doo, To fly where'er I will. "And it was but this verra day I loved you at a single look; Tales of the Olden Time |