Then saft she smiled, and said to him, "O what ill hae I done?"-- He took her in his armis twa, 35 And threw her o'er the linn. The stream was strang, the maid was stout, And laith, laith to be dang, But, ere she wan the Lowden banks, Her fair colour was wan. 40 Then up bespak her eldest brother, "O see na ye what I see?"-- And out then spak her second brother, "It's our sister Marjorie!"-- Out then spak her eldest brother, 45 "O how shall we her ken?"-- And out then spak her youngest brother, "There's a honey mark on her chin."-- Then they've ta'en up the comely corpse, And laid it on the ground: 50 "O wha has killed our ae sister, And how can he be found? "The night it is her low lykewake, The morn her burial day, And we maun watch at mirk midnight, 55 And hear what she will say."-- Wi' doors ajar, and candle light, And torches burning clear, The streikit corpse, till still midnight, They waked, but naething hear. 60 About the middle o' the night, The cocks began to craw; And at the dead hour o' the night, The corpse began to thraw. "O whae has done the wrang, sister, 65 Or dared the deadly sin? Whae was sae stout, and fear'd nae dout, As thraw ye o'er the linn?" "Young Benjie was the first ae man I laid my love upon; 70 He was sae stout and proud-hearted, He threw me o'er the linn."-- "Sall we young Benjie head, sister, Sall we young Benjie hang, Or sall we pike out his twa gray een, 75 And punish him ere he gang?" "Ye maunna Benjie head, brothers, Ye maunna Benjie hang, But ye maun pike out his twa gray een, And punish him ere he gang. 80 "Tie a green gravat round his neck, And lead him out and in, And the best ae servant about your house To wait young Benjie on. "And aye, at every seven years' end, 85 Ye'l tak him to the linn; For that's the penance he maun dree, To scug his deadly sin." APPENDIX. LORD BARNABY. Scottish version of _Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard_. See p. 15. From Jamieson's _Popular Ballads and Songs_, i. 170. "I have a tower in Dalisberry, Which now is dearly dight, And I will gie it to young Musgrave To lodge wi' me a' night." "To lodge wi' thee a' night, fair lady, 5 Wad breed baith sorrow and strife; For I see by the rings on your fingers, You're good lord Barnaby's wife."