9
'Ye sall be seven years bird on the tree,
Ye sall be seven years fish i the sea.
10
'Ye sall be seven years eel i the pule,
An ye sail be seven years doon into hell.'
11
'Welcome, welcome, bird on the tree,
Welcome, welcome, fish i the sea.
12
'Welcome, welcome, eel i the pule,
But oh for gudesake, keep me frae hell!'
K.
Motherwell's MS., p. 186.
1
Lady Margaret looked oer the castle wa,
Hey and a lo and a lilly O
And she saw twa bonnie babes playing at the ba.
Down by the green wood sidy O
2
'O pretty babes, an ye were mine,
I would dress you in the silks so fine.'
3
'O false mother, when we were thine,
Ye did not dress us in silks so fine.'
4
'O bonnie babes, an ye were mine,
I would feed you on the bread and wine.'