XXVI
‘Lay down, lay down the bigly bier,
Lat me the dead look on!’—
Wi’ cherry cheeks and ruby lips
She lay and smil’d on him.
XXVII
‘O ae sheave[422] o’ your bread, true love,
An’ ae glass o’ your wine!
For I hae fasted for your sake
These fully days is nine.
XXVIII
‘Gang hame, gang hame, my seven bold brothers,
Gang hame and sound your horn;
An’ ye may boast in southin lands
Your sister’s play’d you scorn!’
FOOTNOTES:
[416] couth = word.
[417] marys = maidens.
[418] shot-window here = bow-window.