"Gin Bess then be your mither dear,
As I trust well she be,
Gae hame, gae hame, young Waters,
Ye'se ne'er be slain by me."
But he lay by his napkin fine,145
Was saft as ony silk,
And on the block he laid his neck,
Was whiter than the milk.
Says, "Strike the blow, ye headsman, boy,
And that right speedilie;150
It's never be said here gaes a knight,
Was ance condemn'd to die."
The head was ta'en frae young Waters,
And mony tears for him shed;
But mair did mourn for fair Margaret,155
As raving she lyes mad.
LAMMIKIN. See p. [94].
Finlay's Scottish Ballads, ii. 47.
Lammikin was as gude a mason
As ever hewed a stane;
He biggit Lord Weire's castle,
But payment gat he nane.
"Sen ye winna gie me my guerdon, lord,5
Sen ye winna gie me my hire,
This gude castle, sae stately built,
I sall gar rock wi' fire.