Till I gang into Marykirk;
It’s but a little mile.’
11
When she gaed on to Marykirk,
And into Mary’s quire,
There she saw her ain mother
Sit in a gowden chair.
12
‘O will I leave the lands, mother?
Or shall I sail the sea?
Till I gang into Marykirk;
It’s but a little mile.’
11
When she gaed on to Marykirk,
And into Mary’s quire,
There she saw her ain mother
Sit in a gowden chair.
12
‘O will I leave the lands, mother?
Or shall I sail the sea?