She lighted aff her milk-white steed,25
And kneel'd upon her knee;
"O mercy, mercy, Jellon Grame,
For I'm no prepared to die!
"Your bairn, that stirs between my sides,
Maun shortly see the light:30
But to see it weltering in my blood,
Would be a piteous sight."
"O should I spare your life," he says,
"Until that bairn were born,
Full weel I ken your auld father35
Would hang me on the morn."—
"O spare my life, now, Jellon Grame!
My father ye needna dread:
I'll keep my babe in gude green-wood,
Or wi' it I'll beg my bread."—40
He took no pity on Lillie Flower,
Though she for life did pray;
But pierced her through the fair body
As at his feet she lay.
He felt nae pity for Lillie Flower,45
Where she was lying dead;
But he felt some for the bonny bairn,
That lay weltering in her bluid.
Up has he ta'en that bonny boy,
Given him to nurses nine;50
Three to sleep, and three to wake,
And three to go between.
And he bred up that bonny boy,
Call'd him his sister's son;
And he thought no eye could ever see55
The deed that he had done.