13. He turned up the covering-sheet,
And look'd upon the dead.

'Methinks her lips are pale and wan,
She has lost her cherry red.'

14. With that bespake the seven brothers, Making a piteous moan:

'You may go kiss your jolly brown bride, And let our sister alone.'

15. 'If I do kiss my jolly brown bride,
I do but what is right;

For I made no vow to your sister dear,
By day nor yet by night.

16. 'Deal on, deal on, my merry men all,
Deal on your cake and wine!

For whatever is dealt at her funeral to-day
Shall be dealt to-morrow at mine.'

17. Fair Margaret died on the over night,
Sweet William died on the morrow:
Fair Margaret died for pure, pure love,
Sweet William died for sorrow.

18. Go with your right to Newcastle,
And come with your left side home;
There you will see these two lovers
Lie printed on one stone.

THE TWA BROTHERS

1. THERE were twa brethren in the North, They went to school thegither;

The one unto the other said,

'Will you try a warsle, brither?'

2. They warsled up, they warsled down,
Till Sir John fell to the ground,

And there was a knife in Sir Willie's pouch
Gied him a deadly wound.

3. 'Tak' aff, tak' aff my holland sark,
Rive it frae gare to gare,
And stap it in my bleeding wound
'Twill aiblins bleed nae mair.'

4. He's pu'it aff his holland sark,
Rave it frae gare to gare,

And stapt it in his bleeding wound -
But aye it bled the mair.

5. 'O tak' now aff my green cleiding
And row me saftly in.

And carry me up to Chester kirk,

Whar the grass grows fair and green.

6. 'But what will ye say to your father dear When ye gae home at e'en?'—

'I'll say ye're lying at Chester kirk,

Whar the grass grows fair and green.'

7. 'O no, O no, when he speers for me
Saying, "William, whar is John?"
Ye'll say ye left me at Chester school
Leaving the school alone.'

8. He's ta'en him up upo' his back,
And borne him hence away,
And carried him to Chester kirk,
And laid him in the clay.

9. But when he sat in his father's chair,
He grew baith pale and wan:
'O what blude's that upon your brow?
And whar is your brither John?'—

10. 'O John's awa' to Chester school,
A scholar he'll return;

He bade me tell his father dear
About him no' to mourn.

II. 'And it is the blude o' my gude grey steed;
He wadna hunt for me.'-

''O thy steed's blude was ne'er so red,
Nor ne'er so dear to me!

12. '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!'

13. 'O what sall I say to your

Dear Willie, tell to me.'

mither?

'I'll saddle my steed and awa' I'll ride,
To dwell in some far countrie.'-

14. '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!'

THE CRUEL BROTHER

1. THERE were three ladies play'd at the ba', With a hey hol and a lily gay!

By came a knight and he woo'd them a'
As the primrose spreads so sweetly.

Sing Annet, and Marret, and fair Maisrie,
As the dew hangs i' the wood, gay ladie!

2. The first ane she was clad in red:
'O lady fair, Will you be my bride?'

3. The midmost ane was clad in green:
'O lady fair, will you be my queen?'

4.

The youngest o' them was clad in white:
'O lady fair, be my heart's delight!'—

5. 'Sir knight, ere ye my favour win,

Ye maun get consent frae a' my kin.

6. 'Ye maun go ask my father, the King: Sae maun ye ask my mither, the Queen.

7. 'Sae maun ye

ask my sister Anne,

And dinna forget my brother John.'

8. He has sought her from her father, the King: And sae did he her mither, the Queen.

9. He has sought her from her sister Anne:
But he has forgot her brither John.

10. Now when the wedding day was come,
The knight would take his bonny bride home.
II. And many a lord and many a knight
Came to behold that ladie bright.

12. And there was nae man that did her see
But wish'd himself bridegroom to be.

13. Her father led her down the stair,

And her mither dear she kiss'd her there.

14. Her sister Anne led her thro' the close, And her brither John set her on her horse.

15. She lean'd her o'er the saddle-bow, To give him a kiss ere she did go.

16. He has ta'en a knife, baith lang and sharp, And stabb'd that bonny bride to the heart.