Says—'Mither, dear, gie o'er this house,
For the reek it smithers me.'
"'I would gie all my gold, my bairn,
Sae would I all my fee,
For ae blast o' the Westlin' wind
To blaw the reek frae thee.'"
Next, her daughter appealed to her that she might be sewed up in a sheet and let down the tower wall. To this the mother assented. The maiden was thus lowered to the ground, only to be received upon the spear of the brutal captain:
"O then out spake her daughter dear.
She was baith jimp and small:
'Oh, row me in a pair of sheets,