By Raven Burn and Carlin Tooth
She came at last to Hartshorn Pike,
Then, turning east to Haggie Knowe,
She rested in a rushy syke—

She rested in a rushy syke
And laid her baby in the fern;
And low and sad the song she sang
Beside the tumbling burn.

Lie still, my sorrow, by the burn—
For no man ever spoke the truth
If he were lying when we came
That day by Carlin Tooth.

From Raven Burn to Carlin Tooth
He swore that he'd be true to me—
And sure he's lying dead in France
Or under the deep sea.

He's lying under the deep sea
Who lay all night upon my breast;
Your father's lying cold and still—
Lie still, my grief, and rest.