That wished my saul gude rest;
But wae be to my cruel step-dame,
Garr’d burn me on the breast.”—
“Ah! woe to you, you light woman!
An ill death may you dee!
For we left father and sisters at hame
Breaking their hearts for thee.”
That wished my saul gude rest;
But wae be to my cruel step-dame,
Garr’d burn me on the breast.”—
“Ah! woe to you, you light woman!
An ill death may you dee!
For we left father and sisters at hame
Breaking their hearts for thee.”