Campbell Manuscripts, II, 26.
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There was three ladies playing at the ba,
With a hay and a lilly gay
A gentleman cam amang them a'.
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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The first of them was clad in yellow,
With a hay and a lilly gay
And he askd at her gin she'd be his marrow.
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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The next o them was clad in green;
With a hay and a lilly gay
He askd at her gin she'd be his queen.
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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The last o them [was] clad in red;
With a hay and a lilly gay
He askd at her gin she'd be his bride.
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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'Have ye asked at my father dear?
With a hay and a lilly gay
Or have ye asked my mother dear?
And the roses grow sweet aye |
| 6 |
'Have ye asked my sister Ann?
With a hay and a lilly gay
Or have ye asked my brother John?'
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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'I have asked yer father dear,
With a hay and a lilly gay
And I have asked yer mother dear.
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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'I have asked yer sister Ann,
With a hay and a lilly gay
But I've quite forgot your brother John.'
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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Her father dear led her thro them a',
With a hay and a lilly gay
Her mother dear led her thro the ha.
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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Her sister Ann led her thro the closs,
With a hay and a lilly gay
And her brother John stabbed her on her horse.
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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'Ride up, ride up,' says the foremost man,
With a hay and a lilly gay
'I think our bride looks pale and wan.'
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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'Ride up,' cries the bonny bridegroom,
With a hay and a lilly gay
'I think the bride be bleeding.'
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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'This is the bludy month of May,
With a hay and a lilly gay
Me and my horse bleeds night and day.
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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'O an I were at yon green hill,
With a hay and a lilly gay
I wad ly down and bleed a while.
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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'O gin I was at yon red cross,
With a hay and a lilly gay
I wad light down and corn my horse.
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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'O an I were at yon kirk-style,
With a hay and a lilly gay
I wad lye down and soon be weel.'
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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When she cam to yon green hill,
With a hay and a lilly gay
Then she lay down and bled a while.
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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And when she cam to yon red cross,
With a hay and a lilly gay
Then she lighted and corned her horse.
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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'What will ye leave your father dear?'
With a hay and a lilly gay
'My milk-white steed, which cost me dear.'
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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'What will ye leave your mother dear?'
With a hay and a lilly gay
'The bludy clothes that I do wear.'
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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'What will ye leave your sister Ann?'
With a hay and a lilly gay
'My silver bridle and my golden fan.'
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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'What will ye leave your brother John?'
With a hay and a lilly gay
'The gallows-tree to hang him on.'
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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'What will ye leave to your sister Pegg?'
With a hay and a lilly gay
'The wide world for to go and beg.'
And the roses grow sweet aye |
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When she came to yon kirk-style,
With a hay and a lilly gay
Then she lay down, and soon was weel.
And the roses grow sweet aye |
