It is talked the world all over, The brume blooms bonnie and says it is fair That the king's dochter gaes wi' child to her brither. And we'll never gang doun to the brume onie mair He's ta'en his sister doun to her father's deer park, Wi' his yew-tree bow and arrows fast slung to his back. "Now when that ye hear me gi'e a loud cry, Shoot frae thy bow an arrow and there let me lye. "And when that ye see I am lying dead, Then ye'll put me in a grave, wi' a turf at my head." Now when he heard her gi'e a loud cry, His silver arrow frae his bow he suddenly let fly. Now they'll never, etc. He has made a grave that was lang and was deep, And he has buried his sister, wi' her babie at her feet. And they'll never, etc. And when he came to his father's court hall, There was music and minstrels and dancing and all, But they'll never, etc. "O Willie, O Willie, what makes thee in pain?" "I have lost a sheath and knife that I'll never see again." For we'll never, etc. "There is ships o' your father's sailing on the sea That will bring as good a sheath and a knife unto thee." "There is ships o' my father's sailing on the sea, But sic a sheath and a knife they can never bring to me." Now we'll never, etc. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FOIL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE by WALT WHITMAN A SONNET. LOVE'S CONTRARIETY by PHILIP AYRES PSALM 113 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 29. AFFERTE DOMINO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |