From Miss Margaret Reburn, as sung in County Meath, Ireland, about 1860.
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1 She got three drops of boiling lead,
And dropped them on her hand:
'Oh and alas, my daughter dear,
I'd rather all my land!'
2 She got three drops of boiling lead,
And dropped them on her chin:
'Oh and alas, my daughter dear,
There is no life within!'
3 She got three drops of boiling lead,
And dropped them on her toe:
'Oh and alas, my daughter dear,
To fair Scotland you must go!'
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4 'Give me a cake of the new made bread,
And a cup of the new made wine,
For for your sake, Lord Thomas,' she said,
'I fasted those days nine.'
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Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, II, 245, "from recitation."
1 When grass grew green on Lanark plains,
And fruit and flowers did spring,
A Scottish squire in cheerfu strains,
Sae merrily thus did sing: