7
She is to her father's chamber gone,
And on her knees she's fallen down.
8
'O father, O father, ye maun grant me this;
I hope that ye will na tak it amiss.
9
'That I to Willie's burial should go;
For he is dead, full well I do know.'
10
'Ye'll tak your seven bauld brethren wi thee,
And to Willie's burial straucht go ye.'
11
It's whan she cam to the outmost yett,
She made the silver fly round for his sake.
12
It's whan she cam to the inmost yett,
She made the red gowd fly round for his sake.
13
As she walked frae the court to the parlour there,
The pretty corpse syne began for to steer.
14
He took her by the waist sae neat and sae sma,
And threw her atween him and the wa.
15
'O Willie, O Willie, let me alane this nicht,
O let me alane till we're wedded richt.'
16
'Ye cam unto me baith sae meek and mild,
But I'll mak ye gae hame a wedded wife wi child.'