He has taen a knife, baith lang and sharp,
And stabb'd that bonny bride to the heart.
speir, ask.
She hadna ridden half thro' the town,
Until her heart's blood stained her gown.
"Ride saftly on," said the best young man,
"For I think our bonny bride looks pale and wan."
"O lead me gently up yon hill,
And I'll there sit down, and make my will."
"O what will you leave to your father dear?"