XI
Then up bespak her eldest brother,
‘O see na ye what I see?’
And out then spak her second brother,
‘It’s our sister Marjorie!’
XII
Out then spak her eldest brother,
‘O how shall we her ken?’
And out then spak her youngest brother,
‘There’s a honey mark on her chin.’
XIII
Then they’ve ta’en up the comely corpse,
And laid it on the grund:
‘O wha has killed our ae sister,
And how can he be found?
XIV
‘The night it is her low lykewake[564],
The morn her burial day,
And we maun watch at mirk midnight,
And hear what she will say.’
XV
Wi’ doors ajar, and candle-light,
And torches burning clear,
The streikit[565] corpse, till still midnight,
They waked, but naething hear.