22
'What will ye leave to your father, the king?'
'The milk-white steed that I ride on.'
23
'What will ye leave to your mother, the queen?'
'The bluidy robes that I have on.'
24
'What will ye leave to your sister Anne?'
'My gude lord, to be wedded on.'
25
'What will ye leave to your brither John?'
'The gallows pin to hang him on.'
26
'What will ye leave to your brither's wife?'
'Grief and sorrow a' the days o her life.'
27
'What will ye leave to your brither's bairns?'
'The meal-pock to hang oure the arms.'
28
Now does she neither sigh nor groan:
She lies aneath yon marble stone.
C.
Harris MS., p. 11 b, No 7.