Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 3 of 8 from 1860 edition -online book

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282                   THE GAT GOSS-HAWK.
Then spake her cruel step-minnie,                         iob
" Tak ye the burning lead, And drap a drap on her bosome,
To try if she be dead."
They took a drap o' boiling lead,
They drapp'd it on her breast;                      no
"Alas! alas ! " her father cried,
" She's dead without the priest."
She neither chatter'd with her teeth,
Nor shiver'd with her chin; " Alas ! alas ! " her father cried,                         us
" There is nae breath within."
Then up arose her seven brethren,
And hew'd to her a bier; They hew'd it frae the solid aik,
Laid it o'er wi' silver clear.                             120
Then up and gat her seven sisters,
And sewed to her a kell; And every steek that they put in
Sewed to a siller bell.
The first Scots kirk that they cam to,               125
They garr'd the bells be rung; The next Scots kirk that they cam to,
They garr'd the mass be sung.