It was at dinner as they sat,
And when they drank the wine,
How happy were the laird and lady
Of bonnie Wariestoun.
The lady spak but ae word,5
The matter to conclude;
The laird strak her on the mouth,
Till she spat out o' blude.
She did not know the way
Her mind to satisfy,10
Till evil cam into her head
All by the Enemy.
"At evening when ye sit
And when ye drink the wine,
See that ye fill the glass well up15
To the laird o' Wariestoun."
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So at table as they sat,
And when they drank the wine,
She made the glass aft gae round
To the laird o' Wariestoun.20
The nurice she knet the knot,
And O she knet it sicker;
The ladie did gie it a twig,
Till it began to wicker.
But word has gane doun to Leith,25
And up to Embro toun,
That the lady she has slain the laird,
The laird o' Wariestoun.
Word's gane to her father, the great Duniepace,
And an angry man was he;30
Cries, "Fy! gar mak a barrel o' pikes,
And row her doun some brae."