"But, for your honest asking else,85
Weel granted it shall be."—
"Then, gin I die in Southern land,
In Scotland gar bury me.
"And the first kirk that ye come to,
Ye's gar the mass be sung;90
And the next kirk that ye come to,
Ye's gar the bells be rung.
"And when you come to St. Mary's kirk,
Ye's tarry there till night."
And so her father pledg'd his word,95
And so his promise plight.
She has ta'en her to her bigly bour
As fast as she could fare;
And she has drank a sleepy draught,
That she had mix'd wi' care.100
And pale, pale, grew her rosy cheek,
That was sae bright of blee,
And she seem'd to be as surely dead
As any one could be.
Then spake her cruel step-minnie,105
"Tak ye the burning lead,
And drap a drap on her bosome,
To try if she be dead."
They took a drap o' boiling lead,
They drapp'd it on her breast;110
"Alas! alas!" her father cried,
"She's dead without the priest."
She neither chatter'd with her teeth,
Nor shiver'd with her chin;
"Alas! alas!" her father cried,115
"There is nae breath within."
Then up arose her seven brethren,
And hew'd to her a bier;
They hew'd it frae the solid aik,
Laid it o'er wi' silver clear.120