25
He laid this harp upon a stone,
And straight it began to play alone.
26
'O yonder sits my father, the king,
And yonder sits my mother, the queen.
27
'And yonder stands my brother Hugh,
And by him my William, sweet and true.'
28
But the last tune that the harp playd then,
Was 'Woe to my sister, false Helen!'
D.
Kinloch's MSS, II, 49. From the recitation of Mrs Johnston, a North-country lady.
1
There lived three sisters in a bouer,
Edinbruch, Edinbruch
There lived three sisters in a bouer,
Stirling for aye
There lived three sisters in a bouer,
The youngest was the sweetest flowr.
Bonnie St Johnston stands upon Tay
2
There cam a knicht to see them a',
And on the youngest his love did fa.
3
He brought the eldest ring and glove,
But the youngest was his ain true-love.