27.
He drew his dagger, that was sae sharp,
That was sae sharp and meet,
And drave it into the nut-browne bride,
That fell deid at his feit.
28.
‘Now stay for me, dear Annet,’ he sed,
‘Now stay, my dear,’ he cry’d;
Then strake the dagger untill his heart,
And fell deid by her side.