16 'O no, O no, O Sweet Willie,
O no, that shall na be;
For I will dance wi thee, Willie,
Tho my back should fa in three.'
17 She had na run a reel, a reel,
A reel but barely three,
Till pale and wan grew Fair Janet,
And her head took Willie's knee.
18 Out and spake then the bridegroom,
And he spake wi great scorn:
'There's not a bell in Merrytown kirk
Shall ring for her the morn.'
19 Out and spak he Sweet Willie,
And his heart was almost gane:
''Tis a the bells in Merrytown kirk
Shall ring for her the morn.'
20 Willie was buried in Mary's kirk,
etc., etc., etc.
F
Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, I, 97; Motherwell's MS., p. 606.
1 Hey, love Willie, and how, love Willie,
And Willie my love shall be;
They're thinking to sinder our lang love, Willie;
It's mair than man can dee.
2 'Ye'll mount me quickly on a steed,
A milk-white steed or gray,
And carry me on to gude greenwood,
Before that it be day.'