‘That goodlie gift shall be your ain,
But let her be lighter o’ her young bairn.’—
XXIV
‘O’ her young bairn she’s ne’er be lighter,
Nor in her bower to shine the brighter:
XXV
‘But she shall die and turn to clay,
And you shall wed another may.’—
XXVI
‘Another may I’ll never wed nane,
Another may I’ll never bring hame.’
XXVII
But sighing says his bonnie wife,
‘I wish this was an end o’ my life!’