"O should I come within your bouer,
I am na earthly man:
If I should kiss your red, red lips,
Your days wad na be lang.40
"My banes are buried in yon kirk-yard,
It's far ayont the sea;
And it is my spirit, Margaret,
That's speaking unto thee."
"Your faith and troth ye sanna get,45
Nor will I twin wi' thee,
Tell ye tell me the pleasures o' Heaven,
And pains of hell how they be."
"The pleasures of heaven I wat not of,
But the pains of hell I dree;50
There some are hie hang'd for huring,
And some for adulterie."
Then Marg'ret took her milk-white hand,
And smooth'd it on his breast;—
"Tak your faith and troth, William,55
God send your soul good rest!"
BONNY BARBARA ALLAN
Was first published in Ramsay's Tea-Table Miscellany, (ii. 171,) from which it is transferred verbatim into Herd's Scottish Songs, Johnson's Museum, Ritson's Scottish Songs, &c. Percy printed it, "with a few conjectural emendations, from a written copy," Reliques, iii. 175, together with another version, which follows the present. Mr. G. F. Graham, Songs of Scotland, ii. 157, has pointed out an allusion to the "little Scotch Song of Barbary Allen," in Pepys's Diary, 2 Jan. 1665-6.