The Gay Goshawk

No: 96; variant: 96F

  1. SHE got three drops of boiling lead, And dropped them on her hand: ‘Oh and alas, my daughter dear, I’d rather all my land!’
  2. She got three drops of boiling lead, And dropped them on her chin: ‘Oh and alas, my daughter dear, There is no life within!’
  3. She got three drops of boiling lead, And dropped them on her toe: ‘Oh and alas, my daughter dear, To fair Scotland you must go!’
  4. ‘Give me a cake of the new made bread, And a cup of the new made wine, For for your sake, Lord Thomas,’ she said, ‘I fasted those days nine.’