She called to her waiting-maid,
To bring her a riding weed;
And she called to her stable groom,
To saddle her milk-white steed.40
But when she came to Earl Robert's bouir,
To the middle of a' the ha',
There were bells a ringing and sheets down hinging,
And ladies murning a'.
"I've come for none of his gold," she said,45
"Nor none of his white monie;
Excepting a ring of his smallest finger,
If that you will grant me."
"Thou'll no get none of his gold," she said.
"Nor none of his white monie;50
Thou'll no get a ring of his smallest finger,
Tho' thy heart should break in three."
She set her foot unto a stone,
Her back unto a tree;
She set her foot unto a stone,55
And her heart did break in three!
The one was buried in Mary's kirk,
The other in Mary's quier;
Out of the one there grew a bush,
From the other a bonnie brier.60
And thir twa grew, and thir twa threw,
Till thir twa craps drew near;
So all the world may plainly see
That they lov'd each other dear.