16
He laid her on a brume buss to dry,
To see wha was the first wad pass her by.
17
Her ain father's herd was the first man
That by this lady gay did gang.
18
He's taen three links of her yellow hair,
And made it a string to his fiddle there.
19
He's cut her fingers long and small
To be fiddle-pins that neer might fail.
20
The very first spring that the fiddle did play,
'Hang my auld sister,' I wad it did say.
21
'For she drowned me in yonder sea,
God neer let her rest till she shall die,'
At the bonny bows o London.
G.
Motherwell's MS., p. 104. From Mrs King, Kilbarchan.
1
There were three sisters lived in a bouir,
Hech, hey, my Nannie O
And the youngest was the fairest flouir.
And the swan swims bonnie O