‘Ye need nae weep for me,’ she says,
‘Ye need nae weep for me;
For had I not slain mine own sweet babe,
This death I wadna dee.
12.
‘Bring me a bottle of wine,’ she says,
‘The best that e’er ye hae,
That I may drink to my weil-wishers,
And they may drink to me.
13.