9
Her father led her through the ha,
Her mother dancd before them a'.
10
Her sister Ann led her through the closs,
Her brother John put her on her horse.
11
'You are high and I am low;
Let me have a kiss before you go.'
12
She was louting down to kiss him sweet,
Wi his penknife he wounded her deep.
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13
'O lead me over into yon stile,
That I may stop and breath a while.
14
'O lead me over to yon stair,
For there I'll ly and bleed ne mair.'
15
'O what will you leave your father dear?'
'That milk-white steed that brought me here.'
16
'O what will you leave your mother dear?'
'The silken gown that I did wear.'
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'What will you leave your sister Ann?'
'My silken snood and golden fan.'