"At evening when ye sit And when ye drink the wine, See that ye fill the glass well up 15 To the laird o' Wariestoun." * * * * * * So at table as they sat, And when they drank the wine, She made the glass aft gae round To the laird o' Wariestoun. 20 The nurice she knet the knot, And O she knet it sicker; The ladie did gie it a twig, Till it began to wicker. But word has gane doun to Leith, 25 And up to Embro toun, That the lady she has slain the laird, The laird o' Wariestoun. Word's gane to her father, the great Duniepace, And an angry man was he; 30 Cries, "Fy! gar mak a barrel o' pikes, And row her doun some brae." She said, "Wae be to ye, Wariestoun, I wish ye may sink for ain; For I hae been your gudwife 35 These nine years, running ten; And I never loved ye sae weill As now when you're lying slain." * * * * * "But tak aff this gowd brocade, And let my petticoat be, 40 And tie a handkerchief round my face, That the people may not see." THE QUEEN'S MARIE. Of this affecting ballad different editions have appeared in Scott's _Minstrelsy_, Sharpe's _Ballad Book_, p. 18, Kinloch's _Scottish Ballads_, and Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_. There is also a fragment in Maidment's _North Countrie Garland_, which has been reprinted in Buchan's _Gleanings_, p. 164, and a very inferior version, with a different catastrophe, in Buchan's larger collection, (ii. 190,) called _Warenston and the Duke of York's Daughter_. Kinloch's copy may be found with Maidment's fragment, in the Appendix to this volume: Motherwell's immediately after the present.