"What recks the death of ane!
Last night I dream'd a dreary dream,
And I ken the day's thy ain.
"My wound is deep; I fain would sleep;
Take thou the vanguard of the three,
And hide me by the bracken bush,
That grows on yonder lily lea.
"O bury me by the bracken bush,
Beneath the blooming briar,
Let never living mortal ken