- AND there she’s leand her back to a thorn, Oh and alelladay, oh and alelladay And there she has her baby born. Ten thousand times good night and be wi thee
- She has houked a grave ayont the sun, And there she has buried the sweet babe in.
- And she’s gane back to her father’s ha,
She’s counted the leelest maid o them a’.
- ‘O look not sae sweet, my bonie babe,
Gin ye smyle sae, ye’ll smyle me dead.’