XII
Says, ‘Will ye be a rank robber’s wife,
Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife?’
XIII
‘It’s I’ll not be a rank robber’s wife,
Nor will I die by your wee pen-knife.
XIV
‘For in this wood a brother I hae;
And gin ye kill me, it’s he’ll kill thee.’
XV
‘What’s thy brother’s name? come tell to me.’
‘My brother’s name is Baby Lon.’
XVI
‘O sister, sister, what have I done!
O have I done this ill to thee!