She's wyled him in through ae chamber, She's wyled him in through twa, She's wyled him into the third chamber, And that was the warst o' a'. She's tied the little boy, hands and feet, She's pierced him wi' a knife, She's caught his heart's blood in a golden cup, And twinn'd him o' his life. She row'd him in a cake o' lead, Bade him lie still and sleep, She cast him into a deep draw-well, Was fifty fathom deep. When bells were rung, and mass was sung, And every bairn went hame, Then ilka lady had her young son, But Lady Helen had nane. She's row'd her mantle her about, And sair, sair 'gan she weep; And she ran unto the Jew's house, When they were all asleep. "My bonny Sir Hugh, my pretty Sir Hugh, I pray thee to me speak!" "Lady Helen, come to the deep draw-well Gin ye your son wad seek." Lady Helen ran to the deep draw-well, And knelt upon her knee: "My bonny Sir Hugh, an ye be here, I pray thee speak to me!" "The lead is wondrous heavy, mither, The well is wondrous deep; A keen penknife sticks in my heart, It is hard for me to speak. "Gae hame, gae hame, my mither dear, Fetch me my winding-sheet; And at the back o' merry Lincoln, It's there we twa sall meet." Now Lady Helen she's gane hame, Made him a winding-sheet; And at the back o' merry Lincoln, The dead corpse did her meet. And a' the bells o' merry Lincoln Without men's hands were rung; And a' the books o' merry Lincoln Were read without men's tongue: Never was such a burial Sin' Adam's days begun. * * * * * FAIR ANNIE. Learn to mak' your bed, Annie, And learn to lie your lane; For I am going ayont the sea, A braw bride to bring hame. "Wi' her I'll get baith gowd and gear, Wi' thee I ne'er gat nane; I got thee as a waif woman, I'll leave thee as the same. "But wha will bake my bridal bread, And brew my bridal ale, And wha will welcome my bright bride, That I bring owre the dale?" "It's I will bake your bridal bread, And brew your bridal ale; And I will welcome your bright bride, When she comes owre the dale." He set his foot into the stirrup, His hand upon the mane; Says, "It will be a year and a day, Ere ye see me again." Fair Annie stood in her bower door, And looked out o'er the lan', And there she saw her ain gude lord Leading his bride by the han'. She's drest her sons i' the scarlet red, Hersel i' the dainty green; And tho' her cheek look'd pale and wan, She weel might hae been a queen. She called upon her eldest son; "Look yonder what ye see, For yonder comes your father dear, Your stepmither him wi'. "Ye're welcome hame, my ain gude lord, To your halls but and your bowers; Ye're welcome hame, my ain gude lord, To your castles and your towers; Sae is your bright bride you beside, She's fairer than the flowers!" "I thank ye, I thank ye, fair maiden, That speaks sae courteouslie; If I be lang about this house, Rewarded ye sall be.