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Willie’s Lyke-Wake

No: 25; variant: 25[E]

  1. ‘If my love loves me, she lets me not know, That is a dowie chance; I wish that I the same could do, Tho my love were in France, France, Tho my love were in France.
  2. ‘O lang think I, and very lang, And lang think I, I true; But lang and langer will I think Or my love o me rue.
  3. ‘I will write a broad letter, And write it sae perfite, That an she winna o me rue, I’ll bid her come to my lyke.’
  4. Then he has written a broad letter, And seald it wi his hand, And sent it on to his true love, As fast as boy could gang.
  5. When she looked the letter upon, A light laugh then gae she; But ere she read it to an end, The tear blinded her ee.
  6. ‘O saddle to me a steed, father, O saddle to me a steed; For word is come to me this night, That my true love is dead.’
  7. ‘The steeds are in the stable, daughter, The keys are casten by; Ye cannot won to-night, daughter, To-morrow ye’se won away.’
  8. She has cut aff her yellow locks, A little aboon her ee, And she is on to Willie’s lyke, As fast as gang could she.
  9. As she gaed ower yon high hill head, She saw a dowie light; It was the candles at Willie’s lyke, And torches burning bright.
  10. Three o Willie’s eldest brothers Were making for him a bier; One half o it was gude red gowd, The other siller clear.
  11. Three o Willie’s eldest sisters Were making for him a sark; The one half o it was cambric fine, The other needle wark.
  12. Out spake the youngest o his sisters, As she stood on the fleer: How happy would our brother been, If ye’d been sooner here!
  13. She lifted up the green covering, And gae him kisses three; Then he lookd up into her face, The blythe blink in his ee.
  14. O then he started to his feet, And thus to her said he: Fair Annie, since we’re met again, Parted nae mair we’se be.