5.  “And what wul ye doe wi’ your towers and your ha’,
Edward, Edward,
And what wul ye doe wi’ your towers and your ha’,
That were sae fair to see O?”
“I’ll let them stand till they doun fa’,
Mither, mither,
I’ll let them stand till they doun fa’,
For here nevir mair maun I bee O.”

6.  “And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife,
Edward, Edward,
And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife,
When ye gang over the sea O?”
“The warldis room; let them beg thrae life,
Mither, mither,
The warldis room; let them beg thrae life,
For them never mair wul I see O.”

7.  “And what wul ye leive to your ain mither dear,
Edward, Edward,
And what will ye leive to your ain mither dear? 
My dear son, now tell me O.” 
“The curse of hell frae me sall ye beir,
Mither, mither,
The curse of hell frae me sall ye beir,
Sic counsels ye gave to me O.”

[Footnote 97:  One of the finest of our ballads.  It was sent
from Scotland to Percy by David Dalrymple.]

[Footnote 98:  You suffer some other sorrow.]

THE TWA BROTHERS

1.  There were twa brethren in the north,
They went to the school thegither;
The one unto the other said,
“Will you try a warsle[99] afore?”

     2.  They warsled up, they warsled down,
          Till Sir John fell to the ground,
        And there was a knife in Sir Willie’s pouch,
          Gied him a deadlie wound.

     3.  “Oh brither dear, take me on your back,
          Carry me to yon burn clear,
        And wash the blood from off my wound,
          And it will bleed nae mair.”

     4.  He took him up upon his back,
          Carried him to yon burn clear,
        And washed the blood from off his wound,
          But aye it bled the mair.

     5.  “Oh brither dear, take me on your back,
          Carry me to yon kirk-yard,
        And dig a grave baith wide and deep. 
          And lay my body there.”

     6.  He’s taen him up upon his back,
          Carried him to yon kirk-yard,
        And dug a grave baith deep and wide,
          And laid his body there.

     7.  “But what will I say to my father dear,
          Gin he chance to say, Willie, whar’s John?”
        “Oh say that he’s to England gone,
          To buy him a cask of wine.”

     8.  “And what will I say to my mother dear,
          Gin she chance to say, Willie, whar’s John?”
        “Oh say that he’s to England gone,
          To buy her a new silk gown.”

9.  “And what will I say to my sister dear,
Gin she chance to say, Willie, whar’s John?”
“Oh say that he’s to England gone,
To buy her a wedding ring.”

10.  “But what will I say to her you loe[100] dear,
Gin she cry, Why tarries my John?”
“Oh tell her I lie in Kirk-land fair,
And home again will never come.”