3 'Where did the eels come from, Tiranti, my son? Where did the eels come from, my sweet little one?' 'From the corner of the haystack; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm sick to my heart, and I'm faint to lie down.' 4 'What color were the eels, Tiranti, my son? What color were the eels, my sweet little one?' 'They were streakëd and stripëd; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm sick to my heart, and I'm faint to lie down.' 5 'What'll you give to your father, Tiranti, my son? What'll you give to your father, my sweet little one?' 'All my gold and my silver; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm sick to my heart, and I'm faint to lie down.' 6 'What'll you give to your mother, Tiranti, my son? What'll you give to your mother, my sweet little one?' 'A coach and six horses; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm sick to my heart, and I'm faint to lie down.' 7 'What'll you give to your grandmother, Tiranti, my son? What'll you give to your grandmother, my sweet little one?' 'A halter to hang her; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm sick to my heart, and I'm faint to lie down.' 8 'Where'll you have your bed made, Tiranti, my son? Where'll you have your bed made, my sweet little one?' 'In the corner of the churchyard; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm sick to my heart, and I'm faint to lie down.' J Motherwell's MS., p. 238. From the recitation of Miss Maxwell, of Brediland. 1 'O whare hae ye been a' day, my bonnie wee croodlin dow? O whare hae ye been a' day, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?' 'I 've been at my step-mother's; oh mak my bed, mammie, now! I 've been at my step-mother's; oh mak my bed, mammie, now!' 2 'O what did ye get at your step-mother's, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?' [_Twice._] 'I gat a wee wee fishie; oh mak my bed, mammie, now!' [_Twice._] 3 'O whare gat she the wee fishie, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?' 'In a dub before the door; oh mak my bed, mammie, now!' 4 'What did ye wi the wee fishie, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?' 'I boild it in a wee pannie; oh mak my bed, mammy, now!' 5 'Wha gied ye the banes o the fishie till, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?' 'I gied them till a wee doggie; oh mak my bed, mammie, now!' 6 'O whare is the little wee doggie, my bonnie wee croodlin dow? O whare is the little wee doggie, my bonnie wee croodlin doo?' 'It shot out its fit and died, and sae maun I do too; Oh mak my bed, mammy, now, now, oh mak my bed, mammy, now!' K #a.# Chambers' Scottish Ballads, p. 324. #b.# Chambers' Popular Rhymes of Scotland, 1842, p. 53. #c.# The Stenhouse-Laing ed. of Johnson's Museum, IV, 364*, communicated by Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe.