XXI

Whan night was flown, an’ day was come,
Nae ane that did her see
But thought she was as surely dead
As ony lady cou’d be.

XXII

Her father an’ her brothers dear
Gar’d make to her a bier;
The tae half was o’ guid red gold,
The tither o’ silver clear.

XXIII

Her mither an’ her sisters fair
Gar’d work for her a sark;
The tae half was o’ cambrick fine,
The tither o’ needle wark.

XXIV

The firstin kirk that they came till,
They gar’d the bells be rung,
An’ the nextin kirk that they came till,
They gar’d the mass be sung.

XXV

The thirdin kirk that they came till,
They dealt gold for her sake,
An’ the fourthin kirk that they came till,
Lo, there they met her make[421]!