2. "Are ye sleeping, Margret," he says,
“Or are ye waking, presentlie?

Give me my faith and trouthe again,
A wat, trew-love, I gied to thee."

3. "Your faith and trouth ye's never get,
Nor our trew love shall never twain,
Till ye come with me in my bower,
And kiss me both cheek and chin.”

4. "My mouth it is full cold, Margret,
It has the smell now of the ground;
And if I kiss thy comely mouth,
Thy life-days will not be long.

5. "Cocks are crowing a merry mid-larf,
I wat the wild fule boded day;
Gie me my faith and trouthe again,
And let me fare me on my way."

6. "Thy faith and trouth thou shall na get,
Nor our trew love shall never twin,

Till ye tell me what comes of women
A wat that dy's in strong travelling.”

7. "Their beds are made in the heavens high, Down at the foot of our good Lord's knee, Well set about wi gilly-flowers,

A wat sweet company for to see.

8. "O cocks are crowing a merry midd-larf,
A wat the wilde foule boded day;
The salms of Heaven will be sung,

And ere now I'le be misst away."

9. Up she has tain a bright long wand,

And she has straked her trouth thereon; She has given (it) him out at the shot-window, Wi many a sad sigh and heavy groan.

10. "I thank you, Margret, I thank you, Margret, And I thank you hartilie;

Gine ever the dead come for the quick,
Be sure, Margret, I'll come again for thee."

11. It's hose an shoon an gound alane

She clame the wall and followed him,
Untill she came to a green forest,

On this she lost the sight of him.

12. "Is their any room at your head, Sanders?
Is their any room at your feet?
Or any room at your twa sides?
Whare fain, fain woud I sleep."

13. "Their is na room at my head, Margret,
Their is na room at my feet;

There is room at my twa sides,
For ladys for to sleep.

14. "Cold meal is my covering owre,

But an my winding sheet;

My bed it is full low, I say,

Down among the hongerey worms I sleep.

15. "Cold meal is my covering owre,

But an my winding sheet;

The dew it falls na sooner down

Then ay it is full weet."

THE WIFE OF USHER'S WELL

1. THERE lived a wife at Usher's Well,
And a wealthy wife was she;

She had three stout and stalwart sons,
And sent them oer the sea.

2. They hadna been a week from her,
A week but barely ane,

Whan word came to the carline wife
That her three sons were gane.

3. They hadna been a week from her,
A week but barely three,

Whan word came to the carlin wife
That her sons she'd never see.

4. "I wish the wind may never cease,
Nor fashes in the flood,

Till my three sons come hame to me,
In earthly flesh and blood."

5. It fell about the Martinmass,

When nights are lang and mirk,
The carlin wife's three sons came hame,
And their hats were o the birk.

6. It neither grew in syke nor ditch, Nor yet in ony sheugh;

But at the gates o Paradise,

That birk grew fair eneugh.

7. "Blow up the fire, my maidens,
Bring water from the well;

For a' my house shall feast this night,
Since my three sons are well."

8. And she has made to them a bed,
She's made it large and wide,

And she's taen her mantle her about,
Sat down at the bed-side.

9. Up then crew the red, red cock, And up and crew the gray; The eldest to the youngest said, “'Tis time we were away."

10. The cock he hadna crawd but once,
And clappd his wings at a',

When the youngest to the eldest said,
Brother, we must awa.

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11. "The cock doth craw, the day doth daw,,

The channerin worm doth chide;

Gin we be mist out o our place,
A sair pain we maun bide.

12. "Faer ye weel, my mother dear! Fareweel to barn and byre!

And fare ye weel, the bonny lass

That kindles my mother's fire!"

KEMP OWYNE

1. HER mother died when she was young,
Which gave her cause to make great moan;
Her father married the warst woman
That ever lived in Christendom.

2. She served her with foot and hand, In every thing that she could dee, Till once, in an unlucky time,

She threw her in ower Craigy's sea.

3. Says, "Lie you there, dove Isabel,
And all my sorrows lie with thee;
Till Kemp Owyne come ower the sea,
And borrow you with kisses three,
Let all the warld do what they will,

Oh borrowed shall you never be!"

4. Her breath grew strang, her hair grew lang,
And twisted thrice about the tree,
And all the people, far and near,
Thought that a savage beast was she.

5. These news did come to Kemp Owyne,
Where he lived, far beyond the sea;
He hasted him to Craigy's sea,

And on the savage beast lookd he.

6. Her breath was strang, her hair was lang, And twisted was about the tree,

And with a swing she came about:

"Come to Craigy's sea, and kiss with me.