Harris Manuscript, fol. 21 b; from the recitation of Mrs.
Harris.
| 1 |
'My maidens fair, yoursels prepare.' |
| 2 |
You may weel knaw by her hair, wi the diamonds sae rare,
That the Earl of Aboyne was comin. |
| 3 |
'My minstrels all, be at my call,
Haud a' your rooms a ringin,
. . . .
For the Earl of Aboyne is comin.' |
| 4 |
'Tomorrow soud hae been my bonnie waddin-day,
If I had staid in London.' |
| 5 |
She turned her aboot wi an angry look,
An sic an angry woman!
'Gin tomorrow soud hae been your bonnie waddin-day,
Gae back to your miss in Lunnon.' |
| 6 |
For mony a day an year that lady lived in care,
An doctors wi her dealin,
Till just in a crack her very heart did brak,
An her letters went on to Lunnon. |
| 7 |
There waur four-and-twenty o the noblest lords
That Lonnon could aford him,
A' clead in black frae the saidle to the hat,
To convey the corpse o Peggy Ewan. |
| 8 |
'I'd rather hae lost a' the lands o Aboyne
Than lost my pretty Peggy Ewan.' |
