Up has she ta'en his poor bludie heart,
An' laid it at her head;
The tears awa' frae her eyne did flee,
An' ere midnicht she was dead.
THE WEST COUNTRY DAMOSELS COMPLAINT.
From Collier's Book of Roxburghe Ballads, p. 202.
After a broadside "printed by P. Brooksby, at the Golden Bull in Westsmith-field, neer the Hospitall Gate." The first ten or twelve stanzas seem to be ancient.
"When will you marry me, William,
And make me your wedded wife?
Or take you your keen bright sword,
And rid me out of my life."
"Say no more [then so], lady,5
Say you no more then so,
For you shall unto the wild forrest,
And amongst the buck and doe.
"Where thou shalt eat of the hips and haws,
And the roots that are so sweet,10
And thou shalt drink of the cold water
That runs underneath your feet."