"O should I spare your life," he says,

"Until that bairn were born,

"Full weel I ken your auld father

"Would hang me on the morn."

"O spare my life, now, Jellon Grame!

"My father ye need na dread:

"I'll keep my babe in gude green-wood,

"Or wi' it I'll beg my bread."

He took no pity on Lillie Flower,

Tho' she for life did pray;