"What would you give to your Mother dear?" _With the high and the lily oh_! "My wedding shift which I do wear, _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. 60 "But she must wash it very clean, _With the high and the lily oh_! For my heart's blood sticks in every seam," _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. "What would you give to your sister Anne?" 65 _With the high and the lily oh_! "My gay gold ring, and my feathered fan," _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. "What would you give to your brother John?" _With the high and the lily oh_! 70 "A rope and gallows to hang him on," _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. "What would you give to your brother John's wife?" _With the high and the lily oh_! "A widow's weeds, and a quiet life," 75 _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. THE CRUEL MOTHER. See p. 262. From Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 222. It fell ance upon a day, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, It fell ance upon a day, _Stirling for aye_; It fell ance upon a day, The clerk and lady went to play, _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 5 "If my baby be a son, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, If my baby be a son, _Stirling for aye_; If my baby be a son, I'll make him a lord o' high renown," _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 10 She's lean'd her back to the wa', _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, She's lean'd her back to the wa', _Stirling for aye_; She's lean'd her back to the wa', Pray'd that her pains might fa', _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 15 She's lean'd her back to the thorn, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, She's lean'd her back to the thorn, _Stirling for aye_; She's lean'd her back to the thorn, There has her baby born, _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 20 "O bonny baby, if ye suck sair, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, O bonny baby, if ye suck sair, _Stirling for aye_; O bonny baby, if ye suck sair, You'll never suck by my side mair," _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 25 She's riven the muslin frae her head, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, She's riven the muslin frae her head, _Stirling for aye_; She's riven the muslin frae her head, Tied the baby hand and feet, _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 30 Out she took her little penknife, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, Out she took her little penknife, _Stirling for aye_; Out she took her little penknife, Twin'd the young thing o' its life, _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 35