5
'But ye took out yere little pen-knife,
And parted us frae our sweet life.
6
'Ye howkit a hole aneath the moon,
And there ye laid our bodies down.
7
'Ye happit the hole wi mossy stanes,
And there ye left our wee bit banes.
8
'But ye ken weel, O mither dear,
Ye never cam that gate for fear.'
* * * * *
9
'Seven lang years ye'll ring the bell,
And see sic sights as ye darna tell.'
M.
Communicated by Miss Margaret Reburn, as learned in County Meath, Ireland, about 1860.
'O mother dear, when we were thine,
All a lee and aloney O
You neither dressed us in coarse or fine.'
Down by the greenwood sidy O