In every thing that she could dee; Till once, in an unlucky time, She threw her in ower Craigy's sea. Says, "Lie you there, dove Isabel, And all my sorrows lie with thee; Till Kemp Owyne come ower the sea, And borrow you with kisses three, Let all the world do what they will, Oh borrowed shall you never be." Her breath grew strang, her hair grew lang, And twisted thrice about the tree, And all the people, far and near, Thought that a savage beast was she; (_borrow,_ redeem.) This news did come to Kemp Owyne, Where he lived far beyond the sea. He hasted him to Craigy's sea, And on the savage beast look'd he; Her breath was strang, her hair was lang, And twisted was about the tree, And with a swing she came about: "Come to Craigy's sea, and kiss with me." "Here is a royal belt," she cried, "That I have found in the green sea: And while your body it is on, Drawn shall your blood never be; But if you touch me, tail or fin, I vow my belt your death shall be." He stepped in, gave her a kiss, The royal belt he brought him wi'; Her breath was strang, her hair was lang, And twisted twice about the tree, And with a swing she came about: "Come to Craigy's sea, and kiss with me." "Here is a royal ring," she said, "That I have found in the green sea; And while your finger it is on, Drawn shall your blood never be; But if you touch me, tail or fin, I swear my ring your death shall be." [Illustration: 0204] He stepped in, gave her a kiss, The royal ring he brought him wi'; Her breath was strang, her hair was lang, And twisted aince around the tree, And with a swing she came about: "Come to Craigy's sea, and kiss with me." "Here is a royal brand," she said, "That I have found in the green sea; And while your body it is on, Drawn shall your blood never be: But if you touch me, tail or fin, I swear my brand your death shall be." He stepped in, gave her a kiss, The royal brand he brought him wi'; Her breath was sweet, her hair grew short, And twisted nane about the tree; And smilingly she came about' As fair a woman as fair could be. THE WEARY COBLE O' CARGILL |David Drummonds destiny, Gude man o' appearance o' Cargill; I wot his blude rins in the flude, Sae sair against his parents' will. She was the lass o' Balathy toun, And he the butler o' Stobhall; And mony a time she walked late, To bore the coble o' Cargill. His bed was made in Kercock ha', Of gude clean sheets and of the hay; He wadna rest ae night therein, But on the proud waters he wad gae. His bed was made in Balathy toun, Of the clean sheets and of the strae; But I wot it was far better made, Into the bottom o' bonny Tay. She bored the coble in seven parts, I wot her heart might hae been fu' sair;