5
'It's lean your head upon my staff,'
And with his pen-knife he has cutted it aff.
6
He flang her in amang the broom,
Saying, 'Lye ye there till another ane come.'
7
The second sister was on the road,
And there she met with the banished lord.
8
'O will ye consent to lose your life,
Or will ye be a banished lord's wife?'
9
'I'll rather consent to lose my life
Before I'll be a banished lord's wife.'
10
'It's lean your head upon my staff,'
And with his pen-knife he has cutted it aff.
11
He flang her in amang the broom,
Saying, 'Lie ye there till another ane come.'
12
The youngest sister was on the road,
And there she met with the banished lord.
13
'O will ye consent to lose your life,
Or will ye be a banished lord's wife?'
14
'O if my three brothers were here,
Ye durstna put me in such a fear.'