Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 1 of 8 from 1860 edition

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The niest step that she stepped in,
She stepped to the chin ; And sighing, says, this lady fair,                   
" They shou'd gar twa loves twine."
" Seven king's-daughters I've drown'd there, In the water o' "Wearie's well; And I'll make you the eight o' them,
And ring the common bell."                           40
" Sin' I am standing here," she says,
" This dowie death to die ; Ae kiss o' your comely mouth
I'm sure wou'd comfort me."
He louted him ower his saddle bow,               «
To kiss her cheek and chin ; She's taen him in her arms twa,
And thrown him headlang in.
" Sin' seven king's daughters ye've drown'd there,
In the water o' Wearie's well,                      so
Til make you bridegroom to them a',
An' ring the bell mysell."
And aye she warsled, and aye she swam,
Till she swam to dry land ; Then thanked God most cheerfully,              «5
The dangers she'd ower came.