|Share page||Visit Us On FB|
92 FAIR JANET.
Whan she fell doun at "Willie's feet, And up did never rise!
[She 's ta'en her bracelet frae her arm,
Her garter frae her knee : " Gie that, gie that, to my young son; 125
He '11 ne'er his mother see."]
Willie's ta'en the key of his coffer,
And gi'en it to his man ; " Gae hame, and tell my mother dear,
My horse he has me slain ; iso
Bid her be kind to my young son,
For father he has nane."
[" Gar deal, gar deal the bread," he cried,
" Gar deal, gar deal the wine; This day has seen my true love's death, iss
This night shall witness mine."]
The tane was buried in Marie's kirk, And the tither in Marie's quire:
Out of the tane there grew a birk,
And the tither a bonny brier. i«