10 'Ye may seek me frae my sister Anne, An dinna forget my brither John.' 11 He socht her frae her father, the king, An he socht her frae her mither, the queen. 12 He socht her frae her sister Anne, But he forgot her brither John. 13 Her mither she put on her goun, An her sister Anne preened the ribbons doun. 14 Her father led her doon the close, An her brither John set her on her horse. * * * * * * * 15 Up an spak our foremost man: 'I think our bonnie bride's pale an wan.' * * * * * * * 16 'What will ye leave to your father dear?' 'My ... an my ... chair.' 17 'What will ye leave to your mither dear?' 'My silken screen I was wont to wear.' 18 'What will ye leave to your sister Anne?' 'My silken snood an my golden fan.' 19 'What will you leave to your brither John?' 'The gallows tree to hang him on.' D Notes and Queries, 1st S., VI, 53, 2d S., V, 171. As sung by a lady who was a native of County Kerry, Ireland. 1 There were three ladies playing at ball, Farin-dan-dan and farin-dan-dee There came a white knight, and he wooed them all. With adieu, sweet honey, wherever you be 2 He courted the eldest with golden rings, And the others with many fine things. And adieu, etc. E Notes and Queries, 4th S., V, 105. From Forfarshire, W.F. There were three sisters playin at the ba, Wi a hech hey an a lillie gay There cam a knicht an lookt ower the wa'. An the primrose springs sae sweetly. Sing Annet, an Marret, an fair Maisrie, An the dew hangs i the wood, gay ladie. F Gilbert's Ancient Christmas Carols, 2d ed., p. 68, as remembered by the editor. West of England. 1 There did three knights come from the west, With the high and the lily oh And these three knights courted one lady. As the rose was so sweetly blown 2 The first knight came was all in white, And asked of her, if she'd be his delight. 3 The next knight came was all in green, And asked of her, if she'd be his queen. 4 The third knight came was all in red, And asked of her, if she would wed. 5 'Then have you asked of my father dear, Likewise of her who did me bear? 6 'And have you asked of my brother John? And also of my sister Anne?' 7 'Yes, I have asked of your father dear, Likewise of her who did you bear. 8 'And I have asked of your sister Anne, But I've not asked of your brother John.' 9 Far on the road as they rode along, There did they meet with her brother John. 10 She stooped low to kiss him sweet, He to her heart did a dagger meet. 11 'Ride on, ride on,' cried the serving man, 'Methinks your bride she looks wondrous wan.'