Then up and gat her seven sisters,
And sewed to her a kell;
And every steek that they put in
Sewed to a siller bell.
The first Scots kirk that they cam to,125
They garr'd the bells be rung;
The next Scots kirk that they cam to,
They garr'd the mass be sung.
But when they cam to St. Mary's kirk,
There stude spearmen all on a raw;130
And up and started Lord William,
The chieftane amang them a.'
"Set down, set down the bier," he said,
"Let me look her upon:"
But as soon as Lord William touch'd her hand,135
Her colour began to come.
She brightened like the lily flower,
Till her pale colour was gone;
With rosy cheek, and ruby lip,
She smiled her love upon.140
"A morsel of your bread, my lord,
And one glass of your wine;
For I hae fasted these three lang days,
All for your sake and mine.—
"Gae hame, gae hame, my seven bauld brothers,145
Gae hame and blaw your horn!
I trow ye wad hae gi'en me the skaith,
But I've gi'en you the scorn.
"Commend me to my grey father,
That wished my saul gude rest;150
But wae be to my cruel step-dame,
Garr'd burn me on the breast."