II
They hadna pu’ed a flower but ane,
When up started to them a banisht man.
III
He’s ta’en the first sister by her hand,
And he’s turn’d her round and made her stand.
IV
‘It’s whether will ye be a rank robber’s wife,
Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife?’
V
‘It’s I’ll not be a rank robber’s wife,
But I’ll rather die by your wee pen-knife.’
VI
He’s killed this may, and he’s laid her by,
For to bear the red rose company.