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58 TVILLIE AND LADY MAI SET.
Then huly, huly raise she up, For fear o' making din ;
Then in her arms lang and bent,
She caught sweet Willie in, my dear, She caught sweet Willie in. 20
She lean'd her low down to her toe, To loose her true love's sheen ;
But cauld, cauld were the draps o' bleed, Fell fae his trusty brand, my dear, Fell fae his trusty brand. i»
" What frightfu' sight is that, my love ?
A frightfu' sight to see ; What bluid is this on your sharp brand,
0 may ye not tell me, my dear?
0 may ye not tell me ? " so
" As I came thro' the woods this night,
The wolf maist worried me ; 0 shou'd I slain the wolf, Maisry ?
Or shou'd the wolf slain me, my dear ?
Or shou'd the wolf slain me?" 35
They hadna kiss'd nor love clapped, As lovers when they meet,
Till up it starts her auld father, Out o' his drowsy sleep, my dear, Out o' his drowsy sleep. *> |
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