(Finnish.) 'O Where Have Ye Been The Morn Sae Late, My Merry Son, Come Tell Me Hither? O Where Have Ye Been The Morn Sae Late? And I Wot I Hae But Anither.' 'By The Water-Gate, By The Water-Gate, O Dear Mither.' 'And Whatten Kin' O' Wark Had Ye There To Make, My Merry Son, Come Tell Me Hither? And Whatten Kin' O' Wark Had Ye There To Make? And I Wot I Hae But Anither.' 'I Watered My Steeds With Water Frae The Lake, O Dear Mither.' 'Why Is Your Coat Sae Fouled The Day, My Merry Son, Come Tell Me Hither? Why Is Your Coat Sae Fouled The Day? And I Wot I Hae But Anither.' 'The Steeds Were Stamping Sair By The Weary Banks Of Clay, O Dear Mither.' 'And Where Gat Ye Thae Sleeves Of Red, My Merry Son, Come Tell Me Hither? And Where Gat Ye Thae Sleeves Of Red? And I Wot I Hae But Anither.' 'I Have Slain My Ae Brither By The Weary Water-Head, O Dear Mither.' 'And Where Will Ye Gang To Mak Your Mend, My Merry Son, Come Tell Me Hither? And Where Will Ye Gang To Mak Your Mend? And I Wot I Hae Not Anither.' 'The Warldis Way, To The Warldis End, O Dear Mither.' 'And What Will Ye Leave Your Father Dear, My Merry Son, Come Tell Me Hither? And What Will Ye Leave Your Father Dear? And I Wot I Hae Not Anither.' 'The Wood To Fell And The Logs To Bear, For He'll Never See My Body Mair, O Dear Mither.' 'And What Will Ye Leave Your Mither Dear, My Merry Son, Come Tell Me Hither? And What Will Ye Leave Your Mither Dear? And I Wot I Hae Not Anither.' 'The Wool To Card And The Wool To Wear, For Ye'll Never See My Body Mair, O Dear Mither.' 'And What Will Ye Leave For Your Wife To Take, My Merry Son, Come Tell Me Hither? And What Will Ye Leave For Your Wife To Take? And I Wot I Hae Not Anither.' 'A Goodly Gown And A Fair New Make, For She'll Do Nae Mair For My Body'S Sake, O Dear Mither.' 'And What Will Ye Leave Your Young Son Fair, My Merry Son, Come Tell Me Hither? And What Will Ye Leave Your Young Son Fair? And I Wot Ye Hae Not Anither.' 'A Twiggen School-Rod For His Body To Bear, Though It Garred Him Greet He'll Get Nae Mair, O Dear Mither.' 'And What Will Ye Leave Your Little Daughter Sweet, My Merry Son, Come Tell Me Hither? And What Will Ye Leave Your Little Daughter Sweet? And I Wot Ye Hae Not Anither.' 'Wild Mulberries For Her Mouth To Eat, She'll Get Nae Mair Though It Garred Her Greet, O Dear Mither.' 'And When Will Ye Come Back Frae Roamin', My Merry Son, Come Tell Me Hither? And When Will Ye Come Back Frae Roamin'? And I Wot I Hae Not Anither.' 'When The Sunrise Out Of The North Is Comen, O Dear Mither.' 'When Shall The Sunrise On The North Side Be, My Merry Son, Come Tell Me Hither? When Shall The Sunrise On The North Side Be? And I Wot I Hae Not Anither.' 'When Chuckie-Stanes Shall Swim In The Sea, O Dear Mither.' 'When Shall Stanes In The Sea Swim, My Merry Son, Come Tell Me Hither? When Shall Stanes In The Sea Swim? And I Wot I Hae Not Anither.' 'When Birdies' Feathers Are As Lead Therein, O Dear Mither.' 'When Shall Feathers Be As Lead, My Merry Son, Come Tell Me Hither? When Shall Feathers Be As Lead? And I Wot I Hae Not Anither.' 'When God Shall Judge Between The Quick And Dead, O Dear Mither.'