"At the first kirk of fair Scotland,
You cause the bells be rung;
At the second kirk of fair Scotland,55
You cause the mass be sung;
"At the third kirk of fair Scotland,
You deal gold for my sake;
And at the fourth kirk of fair Scotland,
Oh there you'll bury me at!60
"And now, my tender father dear,
This asking grant you me:"
"Your asking is but small," he said,
"Weel granted it shall be."
[The lady asks the same boon and receives a similar answer, first from her mother, then from her sister, and lastly from her seven brothers.]
Then down as dead that lady drapp'd,65
Beside her mother's knee;
Then out it spak an auld witch wife,
By the fire-side sat she:
Says,—"Drap the het lead on her cheek,
And drap it on her chin,70
And drap it on her rose red lips,
And she will speak again:
For much a lady young will do,
To her true love to win."
They drapp'd the het lead on her cheek,75
So did they on her chin;
They drapp'd it on her red rose lips,
But they breathed none again.
Her brothers they went to a room,
To make to her a bier;80
The boards of it were cedar wood,
And the plates on it gold so clear.