"But now we're in the heavens high, Edinbro', Edinbro',
But now we're in the heavens high, Stirling for aye;
But now we're in the heavens high,
And you've the pains o' hell to try,"
So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.65
She threw hersell ower the castle-wa', Edinbro', Edinbro',
She threw hersell ower the castle-wa', Stirling for aye;
She threw hersell ower the castle-wa',
There I wat she got a fa',
So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.70
THE MINISTER'S DOCHTER O' NEWARKE.
See p. [262].
From Scottish Traditional Versions of Ancient Ballads, Percy Society, vol. xvii. p. 51. This is the same ballad, with trifling variations, as The Minister's Daughter of New York, Buchan, ii. 217.
The Minister's dochter o' Newarke,
Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O,
Has fa'en in luve wi' her father's clerk,
Alane by the green burn sidie O.
She courted him sax years and a day,5
Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O,
At length her fause-luve did her betray,
Alane by the green burn sidie O.