13 Her mother went weeping round and round,
She dropped one on her chin;
'Och and alace,' her mother did say,
'There is no breath within!'
14 Her mother went weeping round and round,
She dropt one on her briest;
'Och and alace,' her mother did cry,
'For she's died without a priest!'
15 Her mother went weeping round and round,
She dropped one on her toe;
'Och and alace,' her mother did cry,
'To Scotland she must goe!
16 'Call down, call down her sisters five,
To make to her a smock;
The one side of the bonny beaten gold,
And the other of the needle-work.
17 'Call down, call down her brothers seven,
To make for her a bier;
The one side of the bonny beaten gold,
And the other of the silver clear.'
18 Many a mile by land they went,
And many a league by sea,
Until that they came to the king of Scotland,
Who was walking in his own valley.
19 'Here is a gift, and a very rare gift,
And you to have made her your own;
But now she is dead, and she's new come from her steed,
And she's ready to lay in the ground.'
20 O he has opened the lid of the coffin,
And likewise the winding sheet,
And thrice he has kissed her cherry, cherry cheek,
And she smiled on him full sweet.
21 'One hit of your bread,' she says,
'And one glass of your wine;
It's all for you and your sake
I've fasted long days nine.
22 'One glass of your wine,' she says,
'And one bit of your bread;
For it 's all for you and for your sake
I suffered the burning lead.