13
Her father's fiddler he came by,
Upstarted her ghaist before his eye.
14
'Ye'll take a lock o my yellow hair,
Ye'll make a string to your fiddle there.
15
'Ye'll take a lith o my little finger bane,
And ye'll make a pin to your fiddle then.'
16
He's taen a lock o her yellow hair,
And made a string to his fiddle there.
17
He's taen a lith o her little finger bane,
And he's made a pin to his fiddle then.
18
The firstand spring the fiddle did play,
Said, 'Ye'll drown my sister, as she's dune me.'
P.
a. Motherwell's MS., p. 245. b. Motherwell's Minstrelsy, Appendix, p. xx, xx.
1
There were twa ladies in a bower,
Hey my bonnie Nannie O
The old was black and the young ane fair.
And the swan swims bonnie O
2
Once it happened on a day
The auld ane to the young did say,