Nor will I die by your wee pen-knife.
“For I hae a brother in this wood,
And gin ye kill me, it’s he’ll kill thee.”
“What’s thy brother’s name? Come tell to me.”—
“My brother’s name is Baby Lon.”
“O sister, sister, what have I done!
O have I done this ill to thee!
“O since I’ve done this evil deed,
Good sall never be seen o[[432]] me.”
He’s taken out his wee pen-knife,