XII
‘And whaten blude’s that upon your dirk?
Dear Willie, tell to me.’—
‘It is the blude o’ my ae brither
And dule and wae is me!’—
XIII
‘O what sall I say to your mither?
Dear Willie, tell to me.’—
‘I’ll saddle my steed and awa’ I’ll ride,
To dwell in some far countrie.’—
XIV
‘O when will ye come hame again?
Dear Willie, tell to me!’—
‘When the sun and moon dance on yon green:
And that will never be!’
FOOTNOTES:
[425] warsle = wrestle.
[426] rive = tear.
[427] gare = gore.