Now they left aff their day diving,
And they dived on the night;
The pot that young Hunting lay in,
The candles were burning bright.140
The king he call'd his hewers all,
To hew down wood and thorn,
For to put up a strong bale-fire,
These ladies for to burn.
And they ha'e ta'en her, Lady Katharine,145
And they ha'e pitten her in;
But it wadna light upon her cheek,
Nor wou'd it on her chin,
But sang the points o' her yellow hair,
For healing the deadly sin.150
Then they ha'e ta'en her, Lady Maisry,
And they ha'e put her in:
First it lighted on her cheek,
And syne upon her chin,
And sang the points o' her yellow hair,155
And she burnt like keckle-pin.
[65], And the.
[66], And there. See 133, 134.
YOUNG WATERS.—See p. [88].
From Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, i. p. 15.