No apology required, Peace; it seems this is what is being sought.

The Wells of Wearie. Trad^^

There came a bird oot o a bush
On water for tae dine
An sighing said this lady fair
' oh woe's this heart o mine!'

And he's ta'en a harp intae his had
And he's harped them all asleep
Except it was the King's daughter
Who couldna get a wink

And he's mounted on his berry-brown steed
Ta'en her behind himsel'
And on they rode to that water
That they call Wearie's Well

'Wide in, wide in, my lady fair
Nae harm shall ye befa'
For oftimes hae I watered my steed
At the water o Wearie's Well'

And the very first step that stepped in
She stepped in unto the knee
And sighing said this lady fair
' This water's nae for me'

'Wide in, wide in, my lady fair
Nae harm shall ye befa'
For oft times hae I watered my steed
At the water o Wearie's Well'

And the very next step that she stepped in
She stepped in to the chin
And crying said this lady fair
' I fear I'm too far in!'

'Seven King's daughters have I drowned here
At the water o Wearie's Well
And I'll mak ye the eighth o them
And I'll ring the common bell"

'If I am standing here', she said
' This dowie death tae dee
A kiss from o yer comely lips
I'm sure would comfort me'

So he's mounted ower his saddle bow
To kiss her cheek and chin
And she's ta'en him in her airms twa
And she's thrown him headlong in

'Seven King's daughters have ye drowned here
At the water o Wearie's Well
I'll make ye bridegroom tae them all
And I'll ring the bell myself