"There are seven forsters at Pickeram Side,
At Pickeram where they dwell,
And for a drop of thy heart's bluid
They wad ride the fords of hell."[28]

"O little did my mother think,
The day she cradled me,
What lands I was to travel through,
What death I was to dee."[29]

The maiden asks her buried lover:

"Is there any room at your head, Sanders?
Is there any room at your feet?
Or any room at your twa sides,
Where fain, fain would I sleep?"[30]

"O waly, waly, but love be bonny
A little time while it is new;[31]
But when 'tis auld it waxeth cauld
And fades awa' like morning dew. . .

"And O! if my young babe were born,
And set upon the nurse's knee,
And I mysel' were dead and gane,
And the green grass growing over me!"

Manners in this world are of a primitive savagery. There are treachery,
violence, cruelty, revenge; but there are also honor, courage, fidelity,
and devotion that endureth to the end. "Child Waters" and "Fair Annie" do