She's howk'd a hole anent the meen, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, She's howk'd a hole anent the meen, _Stirling for aye_; She's howk'd a hole anent the meen, There laid her sweet baby in, _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 40 She had her to her father's ha', _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, She had her to her father's ha', _Stirling for aye_; She had her to her father's ha', She was the meekest maid amang them a', _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 45 It fell ance upon a day, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, It fell ance upon a day, _Stirling for aye_; It fell ance upon a day, She saw twa babies at their play, _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 50 "O bonny babies, gin ye were mine, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, O bonny babies, gin ye were mine, _Stirling for aye_; O bonny babies, gin ye were mine, I'd cleathe you in the silks sae fine," _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 55 "O wild mother, when we were thine, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, O wild mother, when we were thine, _Stirling for aye_; O wild mother, when we were thine, You cleath'd us not in silks sae fine, _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 60 "But now we're in the heavens high, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, But now we're in the heavens high, _Stirling for aye_; But now we're in the heavens high, And you've the pains o' hell to try," _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 65 She threw hersell ower the castle-wa', _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, She threw hersell ower the castle-wa', _Stirling for aye_; She threw hersell ower the castle-wa', There I wat she got a fa', _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 70 THE MINISTER'S DOCHTER O' NEWARKE. See p. 262. From _Scottish Traditional Versions of Ancient Ballads_, Percy Society, vol. xvii. p. 51. This is the same ballad, with trifling variations, as _The Minister's Daughter of New York_, Buchan, ii. 217. The Minister's dochter o' Newarke, _Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O_, Has fa'en in luve wi' her father's clerk, _Alane by the green burn sidie O_. She courted him sax years and a day, 5 _Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O_, At length her fause-luve did her betray, _Alane by the green burn sidie O_. She did her doun to the green woods gang, _Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O_, 10 To spend awa' a while o' her time, _Alane by the green burn sidie O_. She lent her back unto a thorn, _Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O_; And she's got her twa bonnie boys born, 15 _Alane by the green burn sidie O_.