“And when ye come to St. Mary’s kirk,
Ye’s tarry there till night.”
And so her father pledg’d his word,
And so his promise plight.
PART III
She has ta’en her to her bigly bour
As fast as she could fare;
And she has drank a sleepy draught,
That she had mix’d wi’ care.
And pale, pale grew her rosy cheek,