It’s when she came to her true lover’s bed
She lifted the sheet to look at the dead.
XIII
He’s ta’en her hand sae meek and sae sma’,
[And ca’d her his wife before them a’].
XIV
‘Fair maid, ye cam’ without horse or boy,
But I’ll send you home with a merry convoy.’
FOOTNOTES:
[423] yett = gate.
[424] lyke-wake = corpse-watching.