And up did never rise.
29.
Willie’s ta’en the key of his coffer,
And gi’en it to his man:
‘Gae hame, and tell my mother dear
My horse he has me slain;
Bid her be kind to my young son,
For father has he nane.’
30.
The tane was buried in Marie’s kirk,
And up did never rise.
29.
Willie’s ta’en the key of his coffer,
And gi’en it to his man:
‘Gae hame, and tell my mother dear
My horse he has me slain;
Bid her be kind to my young son,
For father has he nane.’
30.
The tane was buried in Marie’s kirk,