9
'I woud feed you wi the ferra cow's milk,
And dress you in the finest silk.'
10
'O cruel mother, when we were thine,
We saw none of your bread and wine.
11
'We saw none of your ferra cow's milk,
Nor wore we of your finest silk.'
12
'O bonny babies, can ye tell me,
What sort of death for you I must die?'
13
'Yes, cruel mother, we'll tell to thee,
What sort of death for us you must die.
14
'Seven years a fowl in the woods,
Seven years a fish in the floods.
15
'Seven years to be a church bell,
Seven years a porter in hell.'
16
'Welcome, welcome, fowl in the wood,
Welcome, welcome, fish in the flood.
17
'Welcome, welcome, to be a church bell,
But heavens keep me out of hell.'