She hied her to her father dear, As fast as gang could she: "An asking, an asking, my father dear, An asking ye grant me,-- 50 That, if I die in fair England, In Scotland gar bury me. "At the first kirk of fair Scotland, You cause the bells be rung; At the second kirk of fair Scotland, 55 You cause the mass be sung; "At the third kirk of fair Scotland, You deal gold for my sake; And at the fourth kirk of fair Scotland, Oh there you'll bury me at! 60 "And now, my tender father dear, This asking grant you me:" "Your asking is but small," he said, "Weel granted it shall be." [_The lady asks the same boon and receives a similar answer, first from her mother, then from her sister, and lastly from her seven brothers._] Then down as dead that lady drapp'd, 65 Beside her mother's knee; Then out it spak an auld witch wife, By the fire-side sat she: Says,--"Drap the het lead on her cheek, And drap it on her chin, 70 And drap it on her rose red lips, And she will speak again: For much a lady young will do, To her true love to win." They drapp'd the het lead on her cheek, 75 So did they on her chin; They drapp'd it on her red rose lips, But they breathed none again. Her brothers they went to a room, To make to her a bier; 80 The boards of it were cedar wood, And the plates on it gold so clear. Her sisters they went to a room, To make to her a sark; The cloth of it was satin fine, 85 And the steeking silken wark. "But well is me, my jolly goshawk, That ye can speak and flee; Come shew to me any love tokens That you have brought to me." 90 "She sends you the rings from her fingers, The garlands from her hair; She sends you the heart within her breast: And what would you have mair? And at the fourth kirk of fair Scotland, 95 She bids you meet her there." "Come hither, all my merry young men, And drink the good red wine; For we must on to fair England, To free my love from pine." 100 At the first kirk of fair Scotland, They gart the bells be rung; At the second kirk of fair Scotland, They gart the mass be sung. At the third kirk of fair Scotland, 105 They dealt gold for her sake; And the fourth kirk of fair Scotland Her true love met them at.