"Beneath the turf, where now I stand,
The fause nurse buried me;
The cruel penknife sticks still in my heart,35
And I come not back to thee."—
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FINE FLOWERS IN THE VALLEY.
From Johnson's Musical Museum, p. 331.
The first line of the burden is found also in The Cruel Brother, p. 258.
She sat down below a thorn,
Fine flowers in the valley;
And there she has her sweet babe born,
And the green leaves they grow rarely.
"Smile na sae sweet, my bonnie babe,5
Fine flowers in the valley,
And ye smile sae sweet, ye'll smile me dead,"
And the green leaves they grow rarely.
She's taen out her little penknife,
Fine flowers in the valley,10
And twinn'd the sweet babe o' its life,
And the green leaves they grow rarely.