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288 JELLON GBAME.
" 0 should I spare your life," he says,
" Until that bairn were born, Full weel I ken your auld father ss
Would hang me on the morn."—
" 0 spare my life, now, Jellon Grame !
My father ye needna 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,
Though she for life did pray; But pierced her through the fair body
As at his feet she lay.
He felt nae pity for Lillie Flower, «
Where she was lying dead; But he felt some for the bonny bairn,
That lay weltering in her bluid.
Up has he ta'en that bonny boy,
Given him to nurses nine ; »
Three to sleep, and three to wake,
And three to go between.
And he bred up that bonny boy,
Call'd him his sister's son ; And he thought no eye could ever see • «
The deed that he had done. |
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