And he's ta'en aff his Hollin sark, And riven't frae gair to gair; He's stappit it in his bluidy wounds; But ay they bled mair and mair. 30 "Ye'll lift me up upon your back, Tak me to Kirkland fair;[L32] Ye'll mak my greaf baith braid and lang, And lay my body there. "Ye'll lay my arrows at my head, 35 My bent bow at my feet; My sword and buckler at my side, As I was wont to sleep. "Whan ye gae hame to your father, He'll speer for his son John:-- 40 Say, ye left him into Kirkland fair, Learning the school alone. "When ye gae hame to my sister, She'll speer for her brother John:-- Ye'll say, ye left him in Kirkland fair, 45 The green grass growin aboon. "Whan ye gae hame to my true love, She'll speer for her lord John:-- Ye'll say, ye left him in Kirkland fair, But hame ye fear he'll never come."-- 50 He's gane hame to his father; He speered for his son John: "It's I left him into Kirkland fair, Learning the school alone." And whan he gaed hame to his sister, 55 She speered for her brother John:-- "It's I left him into Kirkland fair, The green grass growin aboon." And whan he gaed hame to his true love, She speer'd for her lord John: 60 "It's I left him into Kirkland fair, And hame I fear he'll never come." "But whaten bluid's that on your sword, Willie? Sweet Willie, tell to me." "O it is the bluid o' my grey hounds; 65 They wadna rin for me." "It's nae the bluid o' your hounds, Willie; Their bluid was never so red; But it is the bluid o' my true love, That ye hae slain indeed." 70 That fair may wept, that fair may mourn'd, That fair may mourn'd and pin'd; "When every lady looks for her love, I ne'er need look for mine." "O whaten a death will ye die, Willie? 75 Now, Willie, tell to me." "Ye'll put me in a bottomless boat, And I'll gae sail the sea." "Whan will ye come hame again, Willie? Now, Willie, tell to me." 80 "Whan the sun and moon dances on the green, And that will never be." 32. "The house of Inchmurry, formerly called Kirkland, was built of old by the abbot of Holyrood-house, for his accommodation when he came to that country, and was formerly the minister's manse." _Stat. Ac. of Scotland_, vol. xiii. p. 506. J. EDWARD, EDWARD. "This curious Song was transmitted to the Editor by Sir David Dalrymple, Bart., late Lord Hailes." PERCY, _Reliques_, i. 61.