6 'You're welcome to your house, master,
You're welcome to your land;
You're welcome with your fair lady,
That you lead by the hand.'
* * * * *
7 And ay she servd the lang tables,
With white bread and with wine,
And ay she drank the wan water,
To had her colour fine.
8 Now he's taen down a silk napkin,
Hung on the silver pin,
And ay he wipes the tears trickling
Adown her cheek and chin.
E
Jamieson-Brown MS., fol. 20; Jamieson's Popular Ballads, II, 371.
1 'O wha will bake my bridal bread,
And brew my bridal ale?
Wha will welcome my bright bride,
That I bring oer the dale?'
2 'O I will bake your bridal bread,
An brew your bridal ale;
An I will welcome your bright bride,
That you bring oer the dale.
3 'O she that welcomes my bright bride
Maun gang like maiden fair;
She maun lace her in her green cloathin,
An braid her yallow hair.'
4 'O how can I gang maiden like,
Whan maiden I am nane?
Whan I ha born you seven sons,
An am wi bairn again?'