Her lassie wore away.
The dead wirk i’ her bonny hause
Was wirkin’ a’ that day an’ nicht;
An’ or the morning she was gane,
Wi’ the babe that nevir saw the licht.
The mither grat by her dochter’s bed,
An’ she has cursed curses three:
That he wha wrocht her deidly ill
Ane happy man mocht never be.
FAUSE JAMIE.