57
'Now keep, my son, your ha's and tours;
Ye have that bright burd in your bours.
58
'And keep, my son, your very life;
Ye have that ladye to your wife.'
59
Now or a month was cum and gane,
The ladye bore a bonny son.
60
And 't was weel written on his breast-bane,
'Cospatrick is my father's name.'
61
'O rowe my ladye in satin and silk,
And wash my son in the morning milk.'
C.
Cromek's Remains of Nithsdale and Galloway Song, p. 207. "From the recital of a peasant-woman of Galloway, upwards of ninety years of age."
1
We were sisters, we were seven,
We were the fairest under heaven.
2
And it was a' our seven years wark
To sew our father's seven sarks.