And mickle dolour gar’d her drie[84], For lighter[85] she can never be. IV But in her bower she sits wi’ pain, And Willy mourns o’er her in vain. V And to his mither he has gane; That vile rank witch of vilest kind. VI He says: ‘My ladie has a cup Wi’ gowd and silver set about. VII ‘This goodlie gift shall be your ain, And let her be lighter o’ her young bairn.’-- VIII ‘Of her young bairn she’ll ne’er be lighter, Nor in her bower to shine the brighter: IX ‘But she shall die and turn to clay, And you shall wed another may.’-- X ‘Another may I’ll marry nane, Another may I’ll ne’er bring hame.’ XI But sighing says his bonnie wife, ‘I wish this was an end o’ my life! XII ‘Yet gae ye unto your mither again, That vile rank witch of vilest kind. XIII ‘And say: My ladie has a steed, The like o’ him ’s no in the lands of Leed. XIV ‘For at ilka tett[86] o’ that horse’s mane There’s a golden chess[87] and a bell ringíng. XV ‘This goodlie gift shall be your ain, And let her be lighter o’ her young bairn.’-- XVI ‘O’ her young bairn she’ll ne’er be lighter, Nor in her bower to shine the brighter; XVII ‘But she shall die and turn to clay, And ye shall wed another may.’-- XVIII ‘Another may I’ll marry nane, Another may I’ll ne’er bring hame.’ XIX But sighing says his bonnie wife, ‘I wish this was an end o’ my life! XX ‘Yet gae ye unto your mither again, That vile rank witch of vilest kind: XXI ‘And say: My ladie has a girdle, It’s a’ red gowd unto the middle. XXII ‘And ay at every silver hem Hangs fifty silver bells and ten. XXIII ‘That goodlie gift shall be your ain, But let her be lighter o’ her young bairn.’-- XXIV ‘O’ her young bairn she’s ne’er be lighter, Nor in her bower to shine the brighter: XXV ‘But she shall die and turn to clay, And you shall wed another may.’-- XXVI ‘Another may I’ll never wed nane, Another may I’ll never bring hame.’ XXVII But sighing says his bonnie wife, ‘I wish this was an end o’ my life!’ XXVIII Then out and spake the Billy Blind[88]-- He spake aye in a good time; XXIX ‘Ye doe ye to the market-place, And there buy ye a loaf o’ wax; XXX ‘Ye shape it bairn and bairnly like, And in twa glasses e’en ye’ll pit[89]. XXXI ‘And do ye to your mither then, And bid her come to your boy’s christ’nen, XXXII ‘For dear’s the boy he’s been to you: Then notice weel what she shall do: XXXIII ‘And do you stand a little away, And listen weel what she shall say.’ XXXIV He did him to the market-place, And there he bought a loaf o’ wax. XXXV