12
They have tane her out till yonder thorn,
And she has lain till Monday morn.
13
She hadna, hadna twa days lain,
Till by there came a harper fine.
14
He made a harp o her breast-bane,
That he might play forever thereon.
H.
Motherwell's MS., p. 147. From I. Goldie, March, 1825.
1
There were three sisters lived in a hall,
Hey with the gay and the grandeur O
And there came a lord to court them all.
At the bonnie bows o London town
2
He courted the eldest with a penknife,
And he vowed that he would take her life.
3
He courted the youngest with a glove,
And he said that he'd be her true love.
4
'O sister, O sister, will you go and take a walk,
And see our father's ships how they float?
5
'O lean your foot upon the stone,
And wash your hand in that sea-foam.'