2
He's taen his sister doun to her father's deer park,
Wi his yew-tree bow and arrows fast slung to his back.
3
'Now when that ye hear me gie a loud cry,
Shoot frae thy bow an arrow and there let me lye.
4
'And when that ye see I am lying dead,
Then ye'll put me in a grave, wi a turf at my head.'
5
Now when he heard her gie a loud cry,
His silver arrow frae his bow he suddenly let fly.
Now they'll never, etc.
6
He has made a grave that was lang and was deep,
And he has buried his sister, wi her babe at her feet.
And they'll never, etc.
7
And when he came to his father's court hall,
There was music and minstrels and dancing and all.
But they'll never, etc.
8
'O Willie, O Willie, what makes thee in pain?'
'I have lost a sheath and knife that I'll never see again.'
For we'll never, etc.
9
'There is ships o your father's sailing on the sea
That will bring as good a sheath and a knife unto thee.'
10
'There is ships o my father's sailing on the sea,
But sic a sheath and a knife they can never bring to me.'
Now we'll never, etc.