26 Or he was near a mile awa, She heard his wild horse sneeze: 'Mend up the fire, my false brother, It's na come to my knees.' 27 O whan he lighted at the gate, She heard his bridle ring: 'Mend up the fire, my false brother, It's far yet frae my chin. 28 'Mend up the fire to me, brother, Mend up the fire to me; For I see him comin hard an fast Will soon men 't up to thee. 29 'O gin my hands had been loose, Willy, Sae hard as they are boun, I would have turnd me frae the gleed, And castin out your young son.' 30 'O I'll gar burn for you, Maisry, Your father an your mother; An I'll gar burn for you, Maisry, Your sister an your brother. 31 'An I'll gar burn for you, Maisry, The chief of a' your kin; An the last bonfire that I come to, Mysel I will cast in.' B Motherwell's MS., p. 422, communicated by Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe. 1 In came her sister, Stepping on the floor; Says, It's telling me, my sister Janet, That you're become a whore. 2 'A whore, sister, a whore, sister? That's what I'll never be; I'm no so great a whore, sister, As liars does on me lee.' 3 In came her brother, Stepping on the floor; Says, It's telling me, my sister Janet, That you're become a whore.' 4 'A whore, brother, a whore, brother? A whore I'll never be; I'm no so bad a woman, brother, As liars does on me lee.' 5 In came her mother, Stepping on the floor: 'They are telling me, my daughter, That you're so soon become a whore.' 6 'A whore, mother, a whore, mother? A whore I'll never be; I'm only with child to an English lord, Who promised to marry me.' 7 In came her father, Stepping on the floor; Says, They tell me, my daughter Janet, That you are become a whore.' 8 'A whore, father, a whore, father? A whore I'll never be; I'm but with child to an English lord, Who promisd to marry me.' 9 Then in it came an old woman, The lady's nurse was she, And ere she could get out a word The tear blinded her ee. 10 'Your father's to the fire, Janet, Your brother's to the whin; All for to kindle a bold bonfire, To burn your body in.' 11 'Where will I get a boy,' she said, 'Will gain gold for his fee, That would run unto fair England For my good lord to me?' 12 'O I have here a boy,' she said, 'Will gain gold to his fee, For he will run to fair England For thy good lord to thee.' 13 Now when he found a bridge broken, He bent his bow and swam, And when he got where grass did grow, He slacked it and ran.