Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 4 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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262
SWEET WILLIAM.
" I must marry that Southland lord,
Father, an it be your will; But I'd rather it were my burial day,                    is
My grave for to fill."
She walked up, she walked down,
Had nane to mak her moan, Nothing but the pretty bird
Sat on the causey stone.                                        20
" If thou could speak, wee bird," she says,
" As weel as thou can flee, I would write a lang letter
To Will ayont the sea."
" What thou wants wi' Will," it says,                       as
" Thou'll seal it wi' thy ring; Tak a thread o' silk, and anither o' twine,
And about my neck it hing."
What she wanted wi'- Willie
She sealed it wi' a ring;                                             s>
Took a thread o' silk, anither of twine,
About its neek did hing.
This bird flew high, this bird flew low,
This bird flew owre the sea, Until it entered the same chamber                            K
Wherein was sweet Willie.
This bird flew high, this bird flew low,
Poor bird, it was mista'en, It loot the letter fa' on Baldie's breast,
Instead of sweet William.                                     »