Fine Flowers In The Valley 

She sat down below a thorn 
Fine flowers in the valley 
And there she hugged her sweet babe born 
And the green leaves they grow rarely 

"Smile na sae sweet, my bonnie babe"
"An ye smile sae sweet, ye will smile me deid"

She's ta'en oot her wee pen knife
And twined the sweet babe o' it's life

She's howket a grave by the light o' the moon
An' there she's buried her sweet babe in

As she was going to the church
She saw a sweet babe in the porch

"O sweet babe, an' thou wert mine"
"I wad cleed thee in the silk sae fine"

"Oh, mother dear, when I was thine"
"Ye did'na prove tae me sae kind"