But in what way the knight expir'd,
No tongue will e'er declare;70
So this doth end my mournful song,
From me ye'll get nae mair.
[43], they look'd.
[48], And stone.
BONNY BEE-HO'M.
Jamieson's Popular Ballads, i. 184, from Mrs. Brown's MS., the interpolations of the editor being omitted.
By Arthur's dale as late I went,
I heard a heavy moan;
I heard a lady lamenting sair.
And ay she cried "ohon!"
"Ohon, alas! what shall I do,5
Tormented night and day?
I never loved a love but ane,
And now he's gone away.
"But I will do for my true love
What ladies would think sair;10
For seven years shall come and gae,
Ere a kaime gae in my hair.