17 'And now, my tender mother dear,
This asking grant you me;'
'Your asking is but small,' she said,
'Weel granted it shall be.'
18 She hied her to her sister dear,
As fast as gang could she:
'An asking, an asking, my sister dear,
An asking ye grant me;
That if I die in fair England,
In Scotland bury me.
19 'And now, my tender sister dear,
This asking grant you me:'
'Your asking is but small,' she said,
'Weel granted it shall be.'
20 She hied her to her seven brothers,
As fast as gang could she:
'An asking, an asking, my brothers seven,
An asking ye grant me;
That if I die in fair England,
In Scotland ye bury me.
21 'And now, my tender brothers dear,
This asking grant you me:'
'Your asking is but small,' they said,
'Weel granted it shall be.'
22 Then down as dead that lady drapd,
Beside her mother's knee;
Then out it spoke an auld witch-wife,
By the fire-side sat she.
23 Says, Drap the hot lead on her cheek,
And drop it on her chin,
And drop it on her rose-red lips,
And she will speak again:
For much a lady young will do,
To her true-love to win.
24 They drapd the het lead on her cheek,
So did they on her chin;
They drapt it on her red-rose lips,
But they breathed none again.
25 Her brothers they went to a room,
To make to her a bier;
The boards of it was cedar wood,
And the plates ow it gold so clear.
26 Her sisters they went to a room,
To make to her a sark;
The cloth of it was satin fine,
And the steeking silken wark.