"But whaten bluid's that on your sword, Willie?
Sweet Willie, tell to me."
"O it is the bluid o' my grey hounds;65
They wadna rin for me."
"It's nae the bluid o' your hounds, Willie;
Their bluid was never so red;
But it is the bluid o' my true love,
That ye hae slain indeed."70
That fair may wept, that fair may mourn'd,
That fair may mourn'd and pin'd;
"When every lady looks for her love,
I ne'er need look for mine."
"O whaten a death will ye die, Willie?75
Now, Willie, tell to me."
"Ye'll put me in a bottomless boat,
And I'll gae sail the sea."
"Whan will ye come hame again, Willie?
Now, Willie, tell to me."80
"Whan the sun and moon dances on the green,
And that will never be."
[32]. "The house of Inchmurry, formerly called Kirkland, was built of old by the abbot of Holyrood-house, for his accommodation when he came to that country, and was formerly the minister's manse." Stat. Ac. of Scotland, vol. xiii. p. 506. J.
EDWARD, EDWARD.
"This curious Song was transmitted to the Editor by Sir David Dalrymple, Bart., late Lord Hailes."