I sew'd his sheet, making my mane; I watch'd the corpse, myself alane; I watch'd his body, night and day; 15 No living creature came that way. I tuk his body on my back, And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat; I digg'd a grave, and laid him in, And happ'd him with the sod sae green. 20 But think na ye my heart was sair, When I laid the moul' on his yellow hair; O think na ye my heart was wae, When I turn'd about, away to gae? Nae living man I'll love again, 25 Since that my lovely knight is slain; Wi' ae lock of his yellow hair I'll chain my heart for ever mair. YOUNG WATERS. First published on an octavo sheet, by Lady Jean Home, about the middle of the last century, and from this copy reprinted in Percy's _Reliques_, (ii. 227.) Buchan has a version (i. 15) twenty-five stanzas longer than the present, which is given in our Appendix. This ballad has been supposed to refer to the fate of the Earl of Murray, (see _post_, _The Bonny Earl of Murray_.) The additional circumstances furnished by Buchan's copy, however, have led Chambers to suggest that the unfortunate hero was Walter Stuart, second son of the Duke of Albany. In support of his conjecture, he adduces "the name, which may be a corruption of Walter; the mention of the Heading (beheading) Hill of Stirling, which is known to have been the very scene of Walter Stuart's execution; the relationship which Young Waters claims with the king; and the sympathy expressed by the people, in the last verse, for the fate of the young knight, which exactly tallies with what is told us by the Scottish historians, regarding the popular feeling expressed in favour of the numerous nobles and princes of his own blood, whom the king saw it necessary to sacrifice." We do not consider these coincidences sufficient to establish the historical character of the piece. About Zule, quhen the wind blew cule, And the round tables began, A'! there is cum to our kings court Mony a well-favourd man. The queen luikt owre the castle wa', 5 Beheld baith dale and down, And then she saw zoung Waters Cum riding to the town. His footmen they did rin before, His horsemen rade behind; 10 Ane mantel of the burning gowd Did keip him frae the wind. Gowden graith'd his horse before, And siller shod behind; The horse zoung Waters rade upon 15 Was fleeter than the wind. But then spake a wylie lord, Unto the queen said he: "O tell me quha's the fairest face Rides in the company?" 20 "I've sene lord, and I've sene laird, And knights of high degree, Bot a fairer face than zoung Waters Mine eyne did never see."