The Gay Goshawk
No: 96; variant: 96F
- SHE got three drops of boiling lead,
And dropped them on her hand:
'Oh and alas, my daughter dear,
I'd rather all my land!'
- She got three drops of boiling lead,
And dropped them on her chin:
'Oh and alas, my daughter dear,
There is no life within!'
- She got three drops of boiling lead,
And dropped them on her toe:
'Oh and alas, my daughter dear,
To fair Scotland you must go!'
- 'Give me a cake of the new made bread,
And a cup of the new made wine,
For for your sake, Lord Thomas,' she said,
'I fasted those days nine.'