22 'That I am come frae your true-love,
You soon shall see right plain;
And read these lines below my wing,
That I hae brought frae him.'
23 When she looked these lines upon,
She read them, and she leuch:
'O well fails me, my true-love, now,
O this I hae eneuch.
24 'Here is the broach on my breast-bane,
The garlings frae my hair,
Likewise the heart that is within;
What woud my love hae mair?
25 'The nearest kirk in fair Scotland,
Ye'll bid him meet me there:'
She has gane to her dear father,
Wi heart perplexd and sair.
26 When she came to her auld father,
Fell low down on her knee:
'An asking, asking, father dear,
I pray you grant it me.'
27 'Ask what you will, my dear daughter,
And I will grant it thee;
Unless to marry yon Scottish squire;
That's what shall never be.'
28 'O that's the asking, father,' she said,
'That I'll neer ask of thee;
But if I die in South England,
In Scotland ye'll bury me.'
29 'The asking's nae sae great, daughter,
But granted it shall be;
And tho ye die in South England,
In Scotland we'll bury thee.'
30 She has gane to her step-mother,
Fell low down on her knee:
'An asking, asking, mother dear,
I pray you grant it me.'
31 'Ask what ye please, my lily-white dove,
And granted it shall be:'
'If I do die in South England,
In Scotland bury me.'