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Then up arose her seven brethren,
And hewed to her a bier ;
Laid it o'er with silver clear.
And sewed to her a kell;
Sewed to a silver bell.
The first Scotch Kirk that they came to,
They gar'd the Bells be rung;
They gard the Mass be sung.
But when they came to St. Mary's kirk,
There stood spearman all in a row;
The chieftain among them a'.
Let me look her upon :
Her colour began to come.
She brightened like the lily,
Till her pale colour was gone:
She smiled her love upon.
And one glass of your wine;
All for your sake and mine.
Go home, and blow your horn!
But I've given you the scorn.
Commend me to my gray Father,
That wished my soul good rest ;
Gar'd burn me on my breast.
Ah! woe to you, you light woman!
An ill death may you die!
Breaking their hearts for thee.
Scott's Border MINSTRELSY.
How brent's your brow, my Lady Elspat!
How golden yellow is your hair ! O’a' the maids o' fair Scotland,
There's nane like Lady Elspat fair.
Perform your vows, sweet William, she says,
The vows which ye have made to me; And at the back o' my mither's castle,
This night I'll surely meet with thee.
But wae be to her brother's page,
That heard the words thir twa did say; He 's told them to her lady mother,
Who wrought sweet William mickle wae. For she has taken him, sweet William,
And she's gar'd bind him with his bow-string, Till the red blood of his fair body
From ilka nail of his hand did spring
0, it fell once upon a time,
That the Lord Justice came to town; Out has she taken him, sweet William,
Brought him before the Lord-Justice boun', And what is the crime now, lady, he says,
That has by this young man been done? O, he has broken my bonny castle,
That was weel built wi' lime and stane;
And he has broken my honny coffers,
That was weel banded wi' oaken ban’;
I wot he has stolen them every ane.
As she sat by Lord-Justice' knee :
I pray, Lord-Justice, ye'll now hear me.
That was weel built wi' lime and stane ;
For I wot she has them every one.
And though I had sworn to be his bride, 'Cause he had na a great estate,
She would this way our loves divide.
I wot the tear was in his ee :
So loose his bands, and set him free:
And take your love, now, Lady Elspat;
And my best blessing you both upon ;
He is my eldest sister's son.
Cost me both gold and white money ;
As he'll ride about in a summer's day.
SWEET WILLIE OF LIDDESDALE.
Sweet Willie, the flower of Liddesdale,
Has taken him o'er the salt-sea faem,
And he's wooed a wife and brought her hame.
Did sadly sigh to see that tide ;
Was half so comely as his bride.
And bonnie yellow was her hair;
But his mother wrought her mickle care.
And mickle dolour gart her dree;
And lighter can she never be.
And sore, oh, sore! sore is her pain!
While Willie mourns o'er her in vain.