Was, 'My mother tarries lang.'
The lady feigns death, after the device of Juliet:
Then up and rose her seven brethren,
And hewed to her a bier;
They hewed frae the solid aik,
Laid it ower wi' silver clear.
Then up and gat her seven sisters,
And sewed to her a kell;
And every steek that they put in
Sewed to a silver bell.