7 She took her filliting off her head,
And there she ty'd them hand and leg.
8 She had a penknife long [and] sharp,
And there she stuck them to the heart.
9 She dug a grave, it was long and deep,
And there she laid them in to sleep.
10 The coldest earth it was their bed,
The green grass was their coverlid.
11 As she was a going by her father's hall,
She see three children a playing at ball.
12 One was drest in scarlet fine,
And the other[s was naked] as ere they was born.
13 'O mother, O mother, if these children was mine,
I wold dress them [in] scarlet fine.'
14 'O mother, O mother, when we was thine,
You did not dress [us] in scarlet fine.
15 'You set your back against a tree,
And there you endured great misery.
16 'You set your foot against a thorne,
And there you had us pritty babes born.