Francis James Child

“ Her gowns seemd o the green.
Her gowns seemd like green, like green,
Her kirtle o the pa;
A siller wand intill her hand,
She marshalld ower them a'.
She gae every knight a lady bright,
And every squire a may ”

“ There's nae a leech in Edinbro town
That can strong death debar.
'Ye'll take the lands o Livingston
And deal them liberallie,
To the auld that may not, the young that cannot,
And blind that does na see,
And help young maidens' marriages,
That has nae gear to gie.'
'My mother got it in a book,
The first night I was born,
I woud be wedded till a knight,
And him slain on the morn. ”