Ancient Scottish ballads, recovered from tradition, and never before ...

1.57
Sae cunningly's I kept her,
Until the fields war toom;*
Sae cunningly 's I trystedf her
Unto yon shade o' broom;
And syne I took my wills o' her,
And then I flang her doun,
And it's for mine offence I must die.
Sae cunningly's I kill'd her
Who should have been my wife;
Sae cursedly's I kill'd her,
And with my cursed knife
Sae cursedly's I kill'd her,
Who should have been my wife,
And it's for mine offence I must die.
Six days she lay in murder
Before that she was found
Six days she lay in murder
Upon the cursed ground;
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Toom—empty. f Trysted—enticed.