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Now Liddesdale has ridden a raid
He'd hat done better to bide at hame;
For Michael o' Whinfield he is deid
And Jock o' the Side is prisoner ta'en
And Jock o' the Side is prisoner ta'en
His mither's awa' by the waterside,
She's kilted her kirtle abune her knee,
And when she cam' tan Mangerton
The tears were rinnin' doon frae her e'e.
The tears were rinnin' doon frae her e'e.
"Whit news, whit news?" the Laird he cried,
"O, whit's the news ye've brocht tae me?"
The news is ill, my brither dear,
For Michael is deid end they've ta'en my Johnny.
For Michael is deid end they've ta'en my Johnny.
O never ye fear, my sister dear,
For I tide cows and ewes fu' many;
My barns and byres are a' weel-filled
And I'll gie them a' to save our Johnnie.
And I'll gie them a' to save our Johnnie.
There's three o' my men will ride the nicht,
A' harnessed wi' Toledo steel;
The English dogs'll rue the day,
They'll aye remember our Johnnie weel.
They'll aye remember our Johnnie weel.
The Laird's Jock, ane, and the Laird's Wat, twa,
And Hobbie Noble the third will be;
Thy coat is blue but ye hae been true
Since England banished thee to me.
Since England banished thee to me.
Noo, Jock, my man, hear whit I say,
Ye'll shod your horses wrang way roond:
And it's no' like gentry ye will ride,
But gang like beggars upon the ground.
But gang like beggars upon the ground.
Ye will nae show your Spanish blades,
But cover them a' wi' beggin' weeds,
And ye will gang like country loons
And ride bare-backed upon your steeds.
And ride bare-backed upon your steeds.
And when they cam' tae Newcastle toon,
Jock cried: "The gates we maun ding doon.'
But the porter stood on the wall. sae high
And cried, "Ye canna come in the toon."
And cried, "Ye canna come in the toon."
Jock's lowpit doon frae his horse's back
And wrung the keeper's neck in twa;
They've ta'en his life and they've ta'en his keys
And cast his body ahint the wa'.
And cast his body ahint the wa'.
And when they cam' to Newcastle jail
Unto the prisoner they did ca':
"Sleep ye or wake ye, Jock o' the Side?
"We've come to carry ye ower the wa'."
"We've come to carry ye ower the wa'."
O, wha is it there that speaks sae big
To Jock o the Side, wha lies in chains?
I sleep saft and I wake aft
And I doubt that I'll ever be free again.
And I doubt that I'll ever be free again.
Fifteen stane o' iron chains
And bolted bars they've laid on me;
Though a' Liddesdale were here the nicht
I fear they never could set me tree.
I fear they never could set me tree.
O, haud your tongue noo, Jock o' the Side
We need nae mair but just us three;
Ye work within and we'll work without,
For we hae promised to set ye free.
For we hae promised to set ye free.
The firstan door that they Cam' tae,
They opened the lock without the key;
And Hobbie he kicked the next door doon,
Says, "Come awe', Jock, it's time to leave."
Says, "Come awe', Jock, it's time to leave."
The Laird's Jock broke the iron bands,
And Jock o' the Side on his back he's ta'en.
And he's gene lowpin' doon the stairs
Wi' Jock o' the Side and the iron chain.
Wi' Jock o' the Side and the iron chain.
Noo, Hobbie he said tae the Laird's ain Jock
"Some o' the weight ye may lay on me."
"ye needna bother yoursel'," said Jock.
"I count him as licht as a bumblebee."
"I count him as licht as a bumblebee."
Then oot o' Newcastle they a' did ride,
Jock o' the Side and his kinsmen three;
And they're awa' through the broken yetts
Rantin' and singin' sae wantonly.
Rantin' and singin' sae wantonly.
O Jock, ye ride sae winsomely,
Wi' baith o' your feet hingin' on ae aide;
Your chains they ring like weddin' bells,
O Jock, my man, you're a bonnie bride.
O Jock, my man, you're a bonnie bride.
And when they cam' tae the river-side
The water o' Tyne ran like the sea;
And the Laird's raft Wat, he roared and grat,
"We'll a' be drooned and I'm feared to dee,'
"We'll a' be drooned and I'm feared to dee,'
"Come fire or flood," says the Laird's ain Jock,
"There's nae man dees afore his time."
And he's led them into the roarin' flood,
And they hae crossed the water o' Tyne.
And they hae crossed the water o' Tyne.
They scarce had won to the northern side
When they heard the cries o' men behind;
And they mocked and fleered at the English loons
Wha daurna cross the water o' Tyne.
Wha daurna cross the water o' Tyne.
The sergeant o' the English troop,
Says, "Tak' your man, let him gang free;
Tak' your man to Liddesdale.
But leave his fetters, I pray, to me."
But leave his fetters, I pray, to me."
"C'wa' wi' that!" says the Laird's ain Jock,
"Shoon for my guid grey mare they'll be.
"She carried them ower the water o' Tyde
"And I'm sure she's bought them dear fae thee."
"And I'm sure she's bought them dear fae thee."
Then they hae rid to Liddesdale,
Just as fast as they could ride;
And when they cam' to Liddesdale
They cast the chains frae Jock o' the Side.
They cast the chains frae Jock o' the Side.
They filled a bowl wi' the guid red wine,
And after that they filled anither;
And aye the toasts birled roond and round
Just as if they had been brither and brither.
Just as if they had been brither and brither.
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It's of an old and wealthy man,
He had a daughter and her name was Ann.
She were handsome, fine and tall,
She had a loving face withal.
Sing lady, lady, lady fair,
Many a suitor had she there;
A widow's son of low degree,
Among them all, she fancied he.
Sing courting, courting, courting cane,
There's many a courtship all in vain,
For when her father came to know
He sent her far, O, far from home.
One night as she were lying down,
The quiet loosening of her gown;
She heard a low and deathly sound,
Says, "Loose my bonds, I'm earthly bound."
She looked out of her window clear,
She seen her love on her father's mare;
Here's your mother's cloak, here's your father's roan
They sent me here, love, to bring you home.
He's mounted up, she's on behind,
And they rode on with contented mind;
But all along complaint he make,
"O love, O love, my head do ache."
Her handkerchief from her neck around,
She bound it round his head, around;
He set her down at her father's door,
Then her true love she saw no more.
"Awake, awake, awake!" said she,
"Is no-one here for to welcome me?"
"You're welcome home, dear child," said he,
"But what trusty friend did come for thee?"
Did you not send one I do adore,
That love so dear, and must love no more?
Her father frowned and shook his heed,
Says, "'Your true love been one year dead."
He's summoned clerk and clergy too,
That grave was opened and him to view;
And though he had been a twelvemonth dead,
Her handkerchief was bound round his head.
So a warning to you old folks still:
Don't hinder young ones from their will.
The first they love they'll never forget,
Though he he dead, she'll love him yet.
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O Willie stands at his ha' door,
And aye he straiked his milk-white steed;
And then oot over his white fingers,
His nose began to bleed.
O mither, gie my horse its corn,
Gie some meat to my servant man;
For I'm awe' to Maggie's bower,
I'll in ere she lies doon.
O, Willie, bide this nicht at hame,
Bide this nicht at hame wi' me;
And the bestan sheep in a' the fauld
For your supper ye shall hae.
Ye can keep your sheep and a' your flocks,
For them I wouldna gie a pan;
For I'm awa' to Maggie's bower,
And this nicht I'll win in.
Gin ye should gang to Maggie's bower
It will be sair against my will;
The deepest hole in Clyde's water
My malison ye'll fill.
Then he rode up yon high, high hill,
And he rode doon yon dowie glen;
The rush that was in Clyde's water
Vas white before his e'en.
O Clyde, sae loud and wild ye roar,
Your waters they rin wide and deep;
Gin ye permit me to gang over,
A tryst wi' you I'll keep.
Then he rode on tae Maggie's bower,
And he has tirled low at the pin;
Sleep ye or wake ye, my dear Maggie,
O rise, and let me in.
O, wha's it stands at my ha' door,
And wha is it kens me by my name?
It is your ain true love, your Willie
That's newly tome frae hame.
Open the door, O Maggie, dear,
Open the door and let me in;
For my shoon are fu' o' Clyde's water
And I'm shivering to the chin.
My barns are fu' o' corn, Willie,
And a' my byres they are fu' o' hay;
My bower is fu' o' gentlemen,
And they'll bide here till day.
Then fare ye weel, my fause true love,
Fare ye weel and a Ling adieu;
I got my mither's malison
This nicht when I cam' to you.
Then he's gane up yon high, high hill,
And he rode doon yon dowie glen;
The rush that was in Clyde's water
Took the whip frae Willie's hand.
The rush that was in Clyde's water
Took his hat from him by force;
The rush that was in Clyde's water
Took Willie frae his horse.
Just at the hour young Willie fell
Into the hole sae wide and deep,
Then awoke his ain dear Maggie,
Oot o' her drowsy sleep.
Come here, come here, O mither dear,
Mither, come here and read my dream:
I dreamed my love stood at our ha' door,
And nane would let him in.
Lie doon, lie doon, my Maggie dear,
Maggie, lie doon and tak' your rest;
Your ain true love was at our ha' door,
No' twa quarters past.
Then nimbly, nimbly she rose up;
"Willie!" she cried, "O turn again!"
But the higher that the lady cried,
The louder blew the wind.
The firstan step the lady took
She steppit in untae the quoit;
The nextan step the lady cried,
"Your water's' wondrous deep!"
The nextan step the lady took
She steppit in unto the chin;
The deepest hole in Clyde's water
She found young Willie in.
Willie, ye'd a cruel mither,
And a cruel ane had I;
But we will cheat them baith, my Willie,
In Clyde's waters we will lie.
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Child Waters (Child 63)
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I warn you all, you ladies fair,
That do wear red and brown,
That you don't leave your father's house
To run with a boy from town.
For here am I, a lady fair,
That did wear red and brown,
And I did leave my father's house
To run with a boy from town.
He's mounted on his big white horse
And fast away rode he;
She dressed herself like a little footboy
She ran at the horse's knee.
And when they came to the river's edge
That ran so deep and wide;
"O, will you swim?" her lover said,
"Or hang on the horse's side?"
The very first step that lady took,
It reached up to her knee;
"O alas, alas!" that lady said,
"I fear you're drownding me!
"Lie still, lie still, my baby dear,
"Don't work your mother woe;
"Your father's high on high horseback
He cares not for us two."
But when they came to the other side,
She's mounted on a stone;
He's turned around his big white horse
And took her on behind.
O, do you see yon high castel
That shines so white and free?
There is a lady in that castel
That will part you and me.
9 She will eat the good white bread
You will eat but corn;
And you will set and curse the hour
Ever you was born.
"If there's a Lady in that castel
"That will part you and I;
"The day I see her," EIlen said,
"That day I will die."
Four-and-twenty ladies gay
Welcomed the young man home;
But the fairest one among them all
In the great hall stood alone.
And then upspoke his old mother,
And a wise woman was she:
"Where did you come in with that little footboy
"That looks so sad at thee?
"Sometimes his cheek is rosy red
"Sometimes it's pale and wan;
"He looks like a woman deep in love,
"Or caught in deadly sin."
It makes me smile, my mother dear,
To hear them words from thee,
That's but a lord's own younger son
Who for love have followed me.
Rise up, rise up. my little footboy,
Go feed my horse his hay.
O, that I will, my master dear,
Fast as ever I may.
She took the hay in her soft, white hands
She ran out from the hall,
She ran into that great stable
And into the horse's stall.
And there she did begin to weep,
She did begin to mourn,
For even among them great horse-feet
She had to bear her son.
Lie still, lie still, my baby dear,
Thou pledge of careless love:
I would thy father was a king,
Thy mother in her grave.
Rise up, rise up, my darling son,
Go see how she do fare;
For I heard a woman and her baby
Calling for your care.
Up he rose and down he goes
Into the barn went he,
"Fear not, fear not, Fair Ellen," he said,
"There's no-one here but me,"
Up he took his little young son,
And give to him sweet milk;
And up he took Fair Ellen then
And dressed her in green silk.
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Fair Annie (Child 62)
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The Injuns stole fair Annie away
As she walked by the see;
Lord Thomas for her a ransom paid
In gold and silver fee.
Then he took her, O, to be his dear,
No one knew from whence she came.
She lived in a mansion house with him,
Never told him her name.
Make your bed so narrow, Annie,
And learn to lie, to lie alone;
For I'm going over the far ocean
To bring a new, a young bride home.
I'm going over the far ocean,
To bring a new, a young bride home;
With her I can get lands and slaves,
With you I did get none.
But who will make my wedding feast?
Who will pour the red, red wine?
Who will welcome in my young bride?
She's the darling love of mine.
I will make your wedding feast,
I will pour the red, red wine;
I will welcome in your new bride,
You're the darling love of mine.
No, the one that welcomes my young bride
Must look a maid, a maiden fair,
With lace all around her waist so small,
And the flowers all among her hair.
Come down your hair, your yellow hair,
Then comb it back unto a crown,
That you may look so fair a maid
As when first I brought you home.
How can I look so fair a maid,
When a maid, a maiden I am none?
Have I not borne to you six fair sons,
And I am with child again.
He's hung a towel on the back of the door,
A silken towel on a silver pin;
Fair Annie, you may wipe your eyes
As you work out and in.
When a year was over and past and gone,
Fair Annie thought the time was long,
When there she seen Lord Thomas' ship,
Bringing his bridal home.
She took her baby in her arms,
And her little son by the hand;
Out on her front porch she's gone,
For to see how the ship do land.
Come down, come down, my mother dear,
Come down, come down from the porch so tall;
I fear if longer you stand and cry.
You'll make yourself to fall.
So she took her baby on her hip,
And her little son by the hand;
And the other five they come a-following along,
For to see their father land.
"You're welcome, welcome, Lord Thomas," she said,
"To your mansion and your farm;
"Welcome, welcome, you fair young bride,
"For all that's here is yours,"
Who is that lady, my good lord,
She welcomes fairly you and me?
That ain't nothing but my housekeeper,
Your friend she's going to be.
Fair Annie served them all the whole day long,
She smiled sweetly upon them all;
But when her sons took them toasts all round,
Down the tears did fall.
When the wedding was over and the feast all gone,
And all them guests bound for bed,
When the groom and the bonnie bride,
In the one bed they were laid.
Fair Annie took a banjo in her hand
For to play them two to sleep;
But ever as she played and sang,
Ever did she weep.
O, but if my sons was seven grey rats
Running on the milkhouse wall -
I myself to be a big tom-cat,
I soon would worry them all.
But if my sons was seven grey wolves,
Running in the brushy hill -
I myself to be a good hound dog,
I soon would chase my fill.
But if my sons was seven buck deer,
All drinking at the old salt-lick -
I would be a good shotsman,
I soon would see them kick.
Then upspoke the new young bride,
From the bride-bed wherein she lay:
"Who is that so sadly sing?
"Who is that so sweetly play?"
What is it ails you, housekeeper?
Why do I hear such grief from thee?
Have you lost them keys from all about your waist?
Is your wedding feast all gone?
No, it ain't because my keys are lost,
Nor it ain't because my feast is gone;
I have lost my own true love,
He's married another one.
"Come in here,"said the new, young bride,
"Dear Annie, sit you down by me;
"Tell to me your father's name, dear,
"And I'll tell mine to thee."
The Lord of Salter was my father,
The Lady of Salter my mother dear,
Sweet Susan was my own sister,
Lord James my brother, too.
If the Lord of Salter is your father,
It's O, I know he is mine;
And you are O, my sister Annie,
And my true love is thine.
But take your husband, Annie dear,
For you been never wronged by me;
No more than a kiss from his own sweet lips
As we come over the sea.
I brought six ships, six bonnie ships,
Loaded with dowry to the brim;
Five of them I'll leave with you,
And the last gonna carry me home again.
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There lives a man in Rynie's land
And anither in Auchindore,
But the bravest lad among them a'
Was Lang Johnnie More.
Now, Johnnie, he's a growin' lad
Fu' sturdy, stout and strang,
And the sword that hung by Johnnie's side
Was fully ten feet lang.
Now, Johnnie was a clever youth
A sturdy lad o' might,
He was full three yards aboot the waist
And fourteen feet in height.
Johnnie's gene to London toon
To see what he could see;
And the fairest lass in a' the lands
Fell in love wi' young Johnnie.
The news has sane through London toon
Till it cam' to the king,
That a muckle Scot has won the hairt
O' his dochter, Lady Jean.
Now, when the king got word o' that,
A muckle oath swore he,
That Johnnie More should stretch a rope
And be hangit on a tree.
Now, Johnnie heard the sentence passed,
A muckle laugh gied he;
While I hae strength to life my sword
They'll no' be hangin' me.
But the English dogs are cunning rogues
And around him they did creep;
And they gied him drops o' laudamy
While he lay fast asleep.
When Johnnie waukened frae his sleep,
A sorry hairt had he,
Wi' jaws and hands in iron bands
And his feet in fetters three.
O, whaur will I get a bonnie boy
That will win meat and fee?
That will rin to my uncle's house
At the foot o' Benachie?
O, here am I, a bonnie boy
Will work for meat and fee;
And I'll rin to your uncle's hoose
At the foot o' Benachie.
When ye come to Benachie,
You'll neither chap nor ca';
But you'll ken auld Johnnie stannin' there
Three foot abune them a'.
Ye'll gie to him this lang letter
Sealed wi' my faith and troth;
And ye'll bid him bring alang wi' him
The lad ca'd Jock o' Noth.
And when he cam' to Benachie
He would neither chap nor ca',
But he kent auld Johnnie stannin there
Three feet abune them a'.
Whit news, whit news, my little wee boy,
You were never here before.
Nae news, nae news, but a letter frae
Your nephew, Johnnie More.
He sends to you this lang letter
Sealed his faith and troth;
And ye're bidden bring alang wi' ye
The lad ca'd Jock o' Noth.
Noo, Benachie lies unco' low
And the tap o' Noth lies high-
But for a' the distance 'tween them twa
They heard auld Johnny cry. very
And when these twa auld champions cam'
A-rinnin' side by side,
There were three feet between their brows,
And their shouthers three yards wide.
They rin ower hills, they rin ower dales,
They ran ower mountains high,
Until they cam' to London toon
At the dawn o' the third day.
And when they cam' to London's gates
Bound wi' an iron band;
Wha should they see but a trumpeter
Wi' a trumpet in his hands.
O, what's the matter, ye keepers all,
And what's the matter within,
That the drums do beat and the bells do ring
And mak' sic a doleful din.
"There's naithin' the matter," the keeper said,
"There's naithin' that matters to thee.
"But a muckle Scot's to stretch a rope
"And this morn he maun dee."
Then open the gates, ye keepers proud,
Open without delay!
But the keeper winked his e'e and said,
"I hanna got the key."
Open the gates, ye keepers proud,
Open without delay!
For here's a laddie at my back
Frae Scotland's brocht the key.
"Ye'll open the gates," says Jock o' Noth,
"Ye'll open them when I ca'!"
And wi' his foot he has drove in
Three yards' breadth o' the wa'.
They geed in by Drury Lane
And doon by the toon' ha',
And there they saw young Johnnie More
Stand on the English wall.
Ye're welcome here, my uncle dear,
Ye're welcome here to me;
Come loose the knot and slack the rope
And set me frae the tree.
O is't for murder or for theft
Or is't for robbery?
If ye've injured ony wee folk here
There's nae remeid for thee.
It's no' for murder nor for theft,
It's no' for robbery;
It's a' for lovin' a bonnie lass
They mean to gar me dee.
"Then whaur's the lady?" says Jock o' Noth,
"It's fain I wad her sea."
She's lockit in her ain chamber
And the king he keeps the key.
So they has gane before the king
Wi' courage bold and free,
And their armour bricht cast sic a licht
It almost blint his e'e.
"O whaur's the lass?" says Jock o' Noth,
"It's fain we wad her see.
"We've come to see her bedded
"Fae the foot o' Benachie."
"O tak' the lady," says the king,
"You're welcome a' for me.
"But I never thought to see sic lads
"Fae the foot o' Bennachie."
"If I'd hae kent," says Jock o' Noth
"Ye'd hae been surprised at me,
"I'd wad hae brocht my brither,
"He's three times as big as me.
"Likewise, if I had thocht that I'd
"Been sic a fright tae thee,
"I'd hae brocht young Jock o' Erskine Park
"He's thirty foot and three."
"Wae be to the bonnie boy," said the king
"That brocht the news to thee.
"Let a' England say what it will,
"High hangit he shall be."
O, if ye hang that bonnie boy
That brocht the news to me,
We'll come to the funeral
And we will bury thee.
"O tak' the lady," says the king
"And let the bonnie boy be."
"A priest, a priest!" young Johnnie cried,
"To join my love and me."
"A clerk, a clerk!" the king he cried,
"To seal her tocher wi'."
"We need nae clerk," auld Johnnie said,
"We need nae gear fae thee.
"For I hoe cows and ewes enough,
"And fifty plows and three,
"And a hunder horse to pu' them wi'
"At the foot o' Benachie."
Hae ye any masons at your court
Or ony at your ca'?
Ye 'd better noo send some o' them
To mend your English wa'.
So auld Johnnie More and young Johnnie More
And Jock o' Noth, a' three,
And the English lady and the little wee boy
Went back to Benachie.
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"Where are you going?"
Cried the False, fie the False Fidee;
"I'm going to the school,"
Cried the child, and there still she stood.
"Whose sheep are those?"
Cried the False, fie the False Fidee;
"They're mine and my mother's,"
Cried the child, and there still she stood.
"Which one is mine?"
Cried the False, fie the False Fidee;
"The one with the blue tail,"
Cried the child, and there still she stood.
"There's nary a one with a blue tail,"
Cried the False, fie the False Fidee;
"And nary a one will you have,"
Cried the child, and there still she stood.
"I wish I had you up a tree,"
Cried the False, fie the False Fidee;
"And a ladder under me,"
Cried the child, and there still she stood.
"I wish I had you on the sea,"
Cried the False, fie the False Fidee;
"And a good ship under me,"
Cried the child, and there still she stood.
"I wish I had you at the well,"
Cried the False, fie the False Fidee;
"And you in the deepest pits of hell,"
Cried the child, and there still she stood.
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It fell aboot the Martinmas time
When the wind blew shrill and cauld,
Said Edom o' Cordon tae his men,
"We maun draw tae some ha'.
"Whit ha', whit ha', my merry men?
"Whit ha', whit ha'?" quo' he.
"I think we'll gang tae Towie's hoose,
"And see his fair lady."
She thocht it was her ain dear lord
That she saw riding hame;
But 'twas the traitor, Edom o' Gordon
That reeked nee sin nor shame.
"Come doon, come doon, Lady Campbell," he said,
"And gie your hoose to me;
"Or else this nicht I swear I'll burn
You and your bairns three."
"I winna come doon,", the lady said
"For laird nor yet for loon,
"Nor yet for ony rank robber
"That comes frae Auchendown.
"Come here, come here, my Jock," she cried,
"And gie my gun tae me.
"This nicht I'll malt' a Gordon bleed,
"A fause traitor tae dee."
The lady, free the battlements,
Twa bullets she let flee;
But she missed her mark wi' Gordon
For it only grazed his knee.
"Noo, Lady Campbell," the Gordon cried,
"That shot will cost you dear."
And he has ca'd the lady's Jock
To bring the faggots near.
"For seven years," the lady said,
"I paid ye weel your fee;
"And would ye noo turn Gordon's Jock
"And burn my babes and me?"
For seven years I served ye weel
And ye paid me weel my fee;
But noo I am turned Gordon's Jock,
I maun either do or dee.
Then oot it spak her youngest son,
Sat on the nurse's knee:
"Open the door and let me oot,
"For the reek is choking me."
"I would gie a' my land," she said,
"My gear and a' my fee,
"For ae blast o' yon wastlin' wind
"Tae blaw the reek frae thee."
Then oot and spak her dochter dear
She was baith jimp and sma:
"O, row me in a pair o' sheets
"And throw me ower the wa'."
They've rowed her in a pair o' sheets,
And thrown her ower the wa',
But on the point o' Gordon's sword
She's got a deidly fa'.
The Gordon turned her ower and ower,
And O, her face was wan;
Ye are the first that e'er I slew
I wished alive again."
The Gordon turned her ower and ower,
And O, her face was white;
I micht hae spared that bonnie face
T'hae been some man's delight.
O, wae tae see yon castle brunt
That was built wi' stone and lime;
And wae for Lady Campbell hersel
That was brunt wi' her bairns nine.
Three o' them were married wives,
And three o' them were bairns,
And three o' them were leal maidens
That ne'er lay in men's airms.
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Ewan MacColl London, UK
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Ewan MacColl is
known to most as a songwriter and singer, but he was also of significant influence in the worlds of theatre and radio broadcasting. His art reached huge numbers through the folk clubs, greater numbers through his recordings and untold millions through the radio.
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