Fair Of Face, Full Of Pride, Sit Ye Down By A Dead Man'S Side. Ye Sang Songs A' The Day: Sit Down At Night In The Red Worm'S Way. Proud Ye Were A' Day Long: Ye'll Be But Lean At Evensong. Ye Had Gowd Kells On Your Hair: Nae Man Kens What Ye Were. Ye Set Scorn By The Silken Stuff: Now The Grave Is Clean Enough. Ye Set Scorn By The Rubis Ring: Now The Worm Is A Saft Sweet Thing. Fine Gold And Blithe Fair Face, Ye Are Come To A Grimly Place. Gold Hair And Glad Grey Een, Nae Man Kens If Ye Have Been.