"O lead me gently up yon hill, _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_, And I'll there sit down, and make my will," _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. 80 "O what will you leave to your father dear?" _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; "The silver-shod steed that brought me here," _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. "What will you leave to your mother dear?" 85 _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; "My velvet pall and silken gear," _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. "And what will ye leave to your sister Ann?" _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; 90 "My silken scarf, and my golden fan," _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. "What will ye leave to your sister Grace?" _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; "My bloody cloaths to wash and dress," 95 _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. "What will ye leave to your brother John?" _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; "The gallows-tree to hang him on," _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. 100 "What will ye leave to your brother John's wife?" _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; "The wilderness to end her life," _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. This fair lady in her grave was laid, 105 _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; And a mass was o'er her said, _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. But it would have made your heart right sair, _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; 110 To see the bridegroom rive his hair, _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. THE CRUEL BROTHER. From Aytoun's _Ballads of Scotland_ (2d ed.), i. 232, "taken down from recitation." Found also, but with several stanzas wanting, in Herd's _Scottish Songs_, i. 149. The title in both collections is _Fine Flowers i' the Valley_. This part of the refrain is found in one of the versions of the _Cruel Mother_, p. 269. To Herd's copy are annexed two fragmentary stanzas with nearly the same burden as that of the foregoing ballad. She louted down to gie a kiss, _With a hey and a lily gay_; He stuck his penknife in her hass, _And the rose it smells so sweetly_. "Ride up, ride up," cry'd the foremost man, _With a hey and a lily gay_; "I think our bride looks pale and wan," _And the rose it smells so sweetly_. There were three sisters in a ha', _Fine flowers i' the valley_, There came three lords amang them a', _The red, green, and the yellow_. The first o' them was clad in red, 5 _Fine flowers i' the valley_; "O lady, will ye be my bride?" _Wi' the red, green, and the yellow_.