13
And there was nae man that did her see,
But wishd himself bridegroom to be.
14
Her father dear led her down the stair,
And her sisters twain they kissd her there.
15
Her mother dear led her thro the closs,
And her brother John set her on her horse.
16
She leand her oer the saddle-bow,
To give him a kiss ere she did go.
17
He has taen a knife, baith lang and sharp,
And stabbd that bonny bride to the heart.
18
She hadno ridden half thro the town,
Until her heart's blude staind her gown.
19
'Ride softly on,' says the best young man,
'For I think our bonny bride looks pale and wan.'
20
'O lead me gently up yon hill,
And I'll there sit down, and make my will.'
21
'O what will you leave to your father dear?'
'The silver-shod steed that brought me here.'
22
'What will you leave to your mother dear?'
'My velvet pall and my silken gear.'