XIII
‘O I would dress you in the silk,
And wash you ay in morning milk.’—
XIV
‘O mother dear, when we were thine,
You didna prove to us sae kind.
XV
‘O cruel mother, we were thine
And thou made us to wear the twine[203].
XVI
‘But now we’re in the heavens hie,
Fine flowers in the valley
And ye have the pains o’ hell to drie’—
And the green leaves they grow rarely;
Ten thousand times good night and be wi’ thee!
FOOTNOTES:
[200] twinn’d = robbed, deprived.