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THE GAT GOSS-HAWK. |
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But when they cam to St. Mary's kirk,
There stude spearmen all on a raw; is>
And up and started Lord "William, The chieftane amang them a.'
" Set down, set down the bier," he said,
" Let me look her upon :" Bat as soon as Lord "William touch'd her hand,
Her colour began to come. iss
She brightened like the lily flower,
Till her pale colour was gone; "With rosy cheek, and ruby lip,
She smiled her love upon. i»
" A morsel of your bread, my lord,
And one glass of your wine; For I hae fasted these three lang days,
All for your sake and mine.—
" Gae hame, gae hame, my seven bauld brothers, Gae hame and blaw your horn ! im
I trow ye wad hae gi'en me the skaith, But I've gi'en you the scorn.
" Commend me to my grey father,
That wished my saul gude rest ; mo
But wae be to my cruel step-dame,
Garr'd burn me on the breast."— |
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