7
'O bonnie babes, gin ye were mine,
I would dress you up in satin fine.
8
'O I would dress you in the silk,
And wash you ay in morning milk.'
9
'O cruel mother, we were thine,
And thou made us to wear the twine.
10
'O cursed mother, heaven's high,
And that's where thou will neer win nigh.
11
'O cursed mother, hell is deep,
And there thou'll enter step by step.'
D.
a. Kinloch's MSS, V, 103, in the handwriting of James Beattie. b. Kinloch's Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 46: from the recitation of Miss C. Beattie.
1
There lives a lady in London,
All alone and alone ee
She's gane wi bairn to the clerk's son.
Down by the green wood sae bonnie
2
She's taen her mantle her about,
She's gane aff to the gude green wood.
3
She's set her back untill an oak,
First it bowed and then it broke.