18
'What will you leave your brother John?'
'The highest gallows to hang him on.'
19
'What will you leave your brother John's wife?'
'Grief and sorrow to end her life.'
20
'What will ye leave your brother John's bairns?'
'The world wide for them to range.'
H.
Herd's MSS, I, 44, II, 75; Scottish Songs, 1776, I, 90; appended to G.
She louted down to gie a kiss,
With a hey and a lilly gay
He stuck his penknife in her hass.
And the rose it smells so sweetly
'Ride up, ride up,' cry'd the foremost man;
'I think our bride looks pale and wan.'
I.
Kinloch's MSS, I, 27. From Mrs Bouchart, an old lady native of Forfarshire.