That was sae bright of blee,
And she seem’d to be as surely dead
As any one could be.
Then spak her cruel step-minnie,
“Tak ye the burning lead,
And drap a drap on her bosome,
To try if she be dead.”
They took a drap o’ boiling lead,
They drapp’d it on her breast;
“Alas! alas!” her father cried,