Classic Poem

" THE water weets my toe, " she said,
" The water weets my knee;
Haud up, Sir Knicht, my horse's head,
If you a true luve be! "

" I luved ye weel, and luved ye lang,
Yet grace I failed to win;
Nae trust put I in ladye's troth
Till water weets her chin! "

" Then water weets my waist, proud lord,
The water weets my chin;
My achin' head spins round about,
The burn maks sik a din —
Now, help thou me, thou fearsome Knicht,
If grace ye hope to win! "

" I mercy hope to win, high dame,
Yet hand I've nane to gie —
The trinklin' o' a gallant's blude
Sae sair hath blindit me! "

" Oh! help! — Oh! help! — If man ye be
Have on a woman ruth —
The waters gather round my head
And gurgle in my mouth! "

" Turn round and round, fell Margaret,
Turn round and look on me —
The pity that ye schawed yestreen
I'll fairly schaw to thee!

" Thy girdle-knife was keen and bricht —
The ribbons wondrous fine —
'Tween every knot o' them ye knit
Of kisses I had nine!

" Fond Margaret! Fause Margaret!
You kissed me cheek and chin —
Yet, when I slept, that girdle-knife
You sheathed my heart's blude in!

" Fause Margaret! Lewde Margaret!
The nicht ye bide wi' me —
The body, under trust, you slew,
My spirit weds wi' thee! "