‘O Willie, my son, I’ll learn you a wile,
How this pretty fair maid ye may beguile.
III
‘Ye maun lie doun just as ye were dead,
And tak’ your windin’-sheet round your head.
IV
‘Ye maun gie the bellman his bell-groat,
To ring your dead-bell at your lover’s yett[423].’
V
Willie lay doun just as he war dead,
And took his windin’-sheet round his head.
VI
He gied the bellman his bell-groat
To ring his dead-bell at his lover’s yett.