Sound, sound he sleeps, nae mair to wake,
And nae mair need ye be vogie.’
12
‘I dreamd a drearie dream yestreen,
Gin it be true, it will prove my sorrow;
I dreamd my luive had lost his life,
Within the yetts o Gowrie.
13
‘O wae betide ye, lassies o Gowrie
For ye hae sleepit soundly;