11 'I dreamed a dreary dream last night,
I wish it may be for our good,
That I was cutting my yellow hair,
And dipping it in the wells o blood.'
12 Aye she waukened at this dead man,
Aye she put on him to and fro;
Oh aye she waukend at this dead man,
But of his death she did not know.
* * * * *
13 'It's I will do for my love's sake
What many ladies would think lang;
Seven years shall come and go
Before a glove go on my hand.
14 'And I will do for my love's sake
What many ladies would not do;
Seven years shall come and go
Before I wear stocking or shoe.
15 'Ther'll neer a shirt go on my back,
There'll neer a kame go in my hair,
There'll never coal nor candle-light
Shine in my bower nae mair.'
E
Motherwell MS., p. 199, from Widow Smith, George Street, Paisley.
1 An ensign and a lady gay,
As they were walking on a green,
The ensign said to the lady gay,
Will you tak me to your bower at een?
2 'I have seven bluidy brithers,
Och and to you they have nae good will;
And if they catch you in my bower,
They'll value not your bluid to spill.'