"But drap the het lead on her cheek,

And drap in on her chin,

And rap it on her bosom white,
And she'll maybe speak again.

"Tis much that a young lady will do

To her true love to win."

They drapped the het lead on her cheek,
They drapped it on her chin,

They drapped it on her bosom white,
But she spake none again.

Her brothers they went to a room,

To make to her a bier;

The boards were a' o' the cedar wood,
The edges o' silver clear.

Her sisters they went to a room,
To make to her a sark;

The cloth was a' o' the satin fine,
And the stitching silken-wark.

"Now well is me, my gay gos-hawk, That ye can speak and flee!

Come show me any love-tokens

That you have brought to me."

"She sends you the ring frae her white finger,

The garland frae her hair;

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She bids you wait for her there."

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"Come hither, all my merry young
And drink the good red wine;
For we must on towards fair England
To free my love frae pine."

The funeral came into fair Scotland,
And they gart the bells be rung;
And when it came to the second kirk,
They gart the mass be sung.

And when it came to the third kirk,
They dealt gold for her sake;
And when it came to the fourth kirk,
Her love was waiting thereat.

At the fourth kirk in fair Scotland
Stood spearmen in a row;
And up and started her ain true love,
The chieftain over them a'.

"Set down, set down the bier," he says,
"Till I look upon the dead;

The last time that I saw her face,

Its color was warm and red."

He stripped the sheet from aff her face

A little below the chin;

The lady then she open'd her eyes,

And looked full on him.

“O give me a shive o' your bread, love,
O give me a cup o' your wine!
Long have I fasted for your sake,

And now I fain would dine.

"Gae hame, gae hame, my seven brothers,
Gae hame and blaw the horn!

And ye may say that ye sought my skaith,
And that I hae gi'en you the scorn.

"I cam' na here to bonny Scotland
To lie down in the clay;

But I cam' here to bonny Scotland
To wear the silks sae gay!

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'I cam' na here to bonny Scotland
Amang the dead to rest;

But I cam' here to bonny Scotland
To the man that I lo'e best!"

OLD BALLAD.

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Earl Mar's Daughter

It was intill a pleasant time,

Upon a simmer's day,

The noble Earl of Mar's daughter
Went forth to sport and play.

And as she played and sported
Below a green aik tree,
There she saw a sprightly doo
Set on a branch sae hie.

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"O Coo-my-doo, my love sae true,

If ye'll come doun to me,
Ye'se hae a cage o' gude red goud
Instead o' simple tree.

"I'll tak' ye hame and pet ye weel,

Within my bower and ha';
I'll gar ye shine as fair a bird

As ony o' them a'!”

And she had nae these words weel spoke,
Nor yet these words weel said,
Till Coo-my-doo flew frae the branch,

And lighted on her head.

Then she has brought this pretty bird

Hame to her bower and ha',

And made him shine as fair a bird
As ony o' them a'.

When day was gane, and night was come,

About the evening-tide,

This lady spied a bonny youth

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Stand straight up by her side.

Now whence come ye, young man," she said,

"To put me into fear?

My door was bolted right secure,

And what way cam' ye here?"

"O haud your tongue, my lady fair, Lat a' your folly be;

Mind ye not o' your turtle-doo

Ye coax'd from aff the tree?'

"O wha are ye, young man?" she said, "What country come ye frae?"

"My mither is a queen," he says, Likewise of magic skill;

"Twas she that turned me in a doo, To fly where'er I will.

"And it was but this verra day
That I cam' ower the sea:

I loved you at a single look;
With you I'll live and dee."

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