"You must come intill my bower,
When the evening bells do ring O;
And you must come intill my bower,15
When the evening mass doth sing O."
He's taen four-and-twenty braid arrows,
And laced them in a whang O;
And he's awa to Lady Margerie's bower,
As fast as he can gang O.20
He set his ae foot on the wa',
And the other on a stane O;
And he's kill'd a' the king's life guards,
He's kill'd them every man O.
"O open, open, Lady Margerie,25
Open and let me in O;
The weet weets a' my yellow hair,
And the dew draps on my chin O."
With her feet as white as sleet,
She strode her bower within O;30
And with her fingers lang and sma',
She's looten sweet Willie in O.
She's louted down unto his foot,
To lowze sweet Willie's shoon O;
The buckles were sae stiff they wadna lowze,35
The blood had frozen in O.
"O Willie, O Willie, I fear that thou
Hast bred me dule and sorrow;
The deed that thou hast done this nicht
Will kythe upon the morrow."40
In then came her father dear,
And a braid sword by his gare O;
And he's gien Willie, the widow's son,
A deep wound and a sair O.
"Lye yont, lye yont, Willie," she says,45
"Your sweat weets a' my side O;
Lye yont, lye yont, Willie," she says,
"For your sweat I downa bide O."