Littell's Living Age/Volume 139/Issue 1790/Lament of Marjory Cockburne

LAMENT OF MARJORY COCKBURNE.

I sewed his sheet, making my mane;
I watched the corpse, myself, alane;
I watched his body, night and day;
No living creature came that way.

I took his body on my back,
And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat;
I digg'd a grave, and laid him in,
And happ'd him with the sod sae green.

But think na ye my heart was sair,
When I laid the moul' on his yellow hair;
O think na ye my heart was wae,
When I turned about, awa' to gae?

Nae living man I'll love again,
Since that my lovely knight is slain;
Wi' ae lock of his yellow hair
I'll chain my heart for evermair.