"Sae cunningly's I killed her, Who should have been my wife; Sae cursedly's I killed her, And with my cursed knife; 25 Sae cursedly's I killed her, Who should have been my wife, And it's for mine offence I must die. "Six days she lay in murder, Before that she was found; 30 Six days she lay in murder, Upon the cursed ground; Six days she lay in murder, Before that she was found, And it's for mine offence I must die. 35 "O all the neighbours round about, They said it had been I; I put my foot on gude shipboard, The county to defy; The ship she wadna sail again, 40 But hoisted to and fro, And it's for mine offence I must die. "O up bespak the skipper-boy, I wat he spak too high; 'There's sinful men amongst us, 45 The seas will not obey;' O up bespak the skipper-boy, I wat he spak too high, And it's for mine offence I must die. "O we cuist cavels us amang, 50 The cavel fell on me; O we cuist cavels us amang, The cavel fell on me; O we cuist cavels us amang, The cavel fell on me, 55 And it's for mine offence I must die. "I had a loving mother Who of me took gret care; She wad hae gien the gold sae red, To have bought me from that snare; 60 But the gold could not be granted, The gallows pays a share, And it's for mine offence I must die." THE ENCHANTED RING Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, i. 169. Annexed is a fragment published by Jamieson, under the title of _Bonny Bee-Ho'm_. In Lauderdale I chanc'd to walk, And heard a lady's moan, Lamenting for her dearest dear, And aye she cried, ohon! "Sure never a maid that e'er drew breath 5 Had harder fate than me; I'd never a lad but one on earth, They forc'd him to the sea. "The ale shall ne'er be brewin o' malt, Neither by sea nor land, 10 That ever mair shall cross my hause, Till my love comes to hand. A handsome lad wi' shoulders broad, Gold yellow was his hair; None of our Scottish youths on earth 15 That with him could compare. She thought her love was gone to sea, And landed in Bahome; But he was in a quiet chamber, Hearing his lady's moan. 20 "Why make ye all this moan, lady? Why make ye all this moan? For I'm deep sworn on a book, I must go to Bahome.