Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 2 of 8 from 1860 edition

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She 's louted down unto his foot, To lowze sweet Willie's shoon 0;
The buckles were sae stiff they wadna lowze, 35 The blood had frozen in 0.
" O Willie, O Willie, I fear that thou
Hast bred me dule and sorrow ; The deed that thou hast done this nicht
Will kythe upon the morrow."                       «
In then came her father dear,
And a braid sword by his gare 0 ;
And he 's gien Willie, the widow's son, A deep wound and a sair 0.
" Lye yont, lye yont, Willie," she says, « " Your sweat weets a' my side 0;
Lye yont, lye yont, Willie, she says, For your sweat I downa bide O."
She turned her back unto the wa',
Her face unto the room 0 ;                            no
And there she saw her auld father,
Fast walking up and doun 0.
" Woe be to you, father," she said, " And an ill deid may you die 0 ;
For ye 've kill'd Willie, the widow's son, « And he would have married me 0."