PART SECOND.
There was licht i’ the widow’s lonesome shiel.
An’ licht i’ the farmer’s ha’;
For the widow was sewin’ her dochter’s shroud,
An’ the bride’s folk dancin’ a’.
But aye or the tither reel was danced out,
The wae bridegroom begoud to tire;
An’ a spale on the candil turn’d to the bride,
An’ a coffin loup’d frae the fire.
An’ whan to the kirkin’ the twasome went