(The Gipsy Laddy.)
Twice it lifted its bonnie blue ee,
Thae looks gae through the saul o' me.
(The Cruel Mother.)
There was no maen made for that lady,
In bower where she lay dead,
But a' was for the bonnie babe,
That lay blabbering in her bleed.
(Lord Ingram and Child Wyett.)
O, then she stood and better she stood,