Until her heart’s blude stain’d her gown.
19.
‘Ride softly on,’ says the best young man,
‘For I think our bonny bride looks pale and wan.’
20.
‘O lead me gently up yon hill,
And I’ll there sit down, and make my will.’
21.
‘O what will you leave to your father dear?’
‘The silver-shod steed that brought me here.’