From Jean Scott. In the handwriting of
William Laidlaw. Scotch Ballads, Materials
for Border Minstrelsy, No. 29, Abbotsford.
| 1 |
Fair Marjorie sat i her bower-door,
Sewin her silken seam,
When by then cam her false true-love,
Gard a' his bridles ring. |
| 2 |
'Open, open, my true-love,
Open an let me in;'
'I dare na, I dare na, my true-love,
My brethren are within.' |
| 3 |
'Ye lee, ye lee, my ain true-love,
Sae loud I hear ye lee!
For or I cam thrae Lothian banks
They took fare-weel o me.' |
| 4 |
The wind was loud, that maid was proud,
An leath, leath to be dung,
But or she wan the Lothian banks
Her fair coulour was gane. |
| 5 |
He took her up in his armis,
An threw her in the lynn. |
| 6 |
Up then spak her eldest brother,
Said, What is yon I see?
Sure, youn is either a drowned ladie
Or my sister Marjorie. |
| 7 |
Up then spak her second brother,
Said, How will we her ken?
Up then spak her ... brother,
There a hinnie-mark on her chin. |
| 8 |
About the midle o the night
The cock began to craw;
About the middle o the night
The corpse began to thraw. |
| 9 |
'O whae has doon ye wrang, sister?
whae has doon ye wrang?' |
| 10 |
'Young Boonjie was the ae first man
I laid my love upon;
He was sae proud an hardie
He threw me oer the lynne.' |
| 11 |
'O shall we Boonjie head, sister?
Or shall we Boonjie hang?
O shall we pyke out his twa grey eyes,
An punish him or he gang?' |
| 12 |
'O ye sanna Boonjie head, brother,
Ye sana Boonjie hang;
But ye maun pyke out his twa grey eyes,
An punish him or he gang.' |
| 13 |
'The ae best man about your house
Maun wait young Boonjie on.' |
