| 1 |
'Why, fair maid, have pity on me,'
Waly's my love wi the life that she wan
'For I am bound in prison strong,
And under the heir o Northumberland.' |
| 2 |
'How can I have pity on thee,'
Waly's my love wi the life that she wan
'When thou hast a wife and children three,
All dwelling at home in fair Scotland?' |
| 3 |
Now he has sworn a solemn oath,
An it was by eternity,
That wife and children he had none,
All dwelling at home in fair Scotland. |
| 4 |
Now she's gone to her father's bedstock,
Waly's my love wi the life that she wan
And has stolen the key of the dungeon-lock,
And she the great heir o Northumberland. |
| 5 |
And she's gone to her father's chest,
Waly's my love wi the life that she wan
She has stolen away a suit of the best,
Altho she was heir o Northumberland. |
| 6 |
Now she's gone to her father's coffer,
Waly's my love wi the life that she wan
And has taen out gold nane kens how meickle,
Altho she was heir o Northumberland. |
| 7 |
She's gane to her father's stable,
Waly's my love wi the life that she wan
And taen out a steed baith lusty and able,
For a' she was heir o Northumberland. |
| 8 |
The rade till they came to Crafurdmoor,
Waly's my love wi the life that she wan
He bade her light down for an English whore,
Altho she was heir o Northumberland. |
| 9 |
The rade till the came to the water o Clyde,
Waly's my love wi the life that she wan
He bade her light down, nae farer she should ride,
'For now I am at hame in fair Scotland.' |
| 10 |
'Yonder view my castle,' said he;
Waly's my love wi the life that she wan
'There I hae a wife and children three,
All dwelling at home in Northumberland. |
| 11 |
'O take me by the middle sae sma
Waly's my love wi the life that she wan
And thro me oer your castle-wa,
For I darena gang hame to Northumberland.' |
| 12 |
When she came to her father's yett,
Waly's my love wi the life that she wan
She durst hardly rapp thereat,
Altho she was heir o Northumberland. |
| 13 |
Out then spoke her stepmother sour,
Waly's my love wi the life that she wan
She bad her pack off for an impudent whore,
'For thou shalt not be heir o Northumberland.' |
| 14 |
Out then spock her bastard brother;
Waly's my love wi the life that she wan
'She'll hae nae mair grace than God has gien her,
And she shall be heir o Northumberland.' |
| 15 |
Out and spoke her father sae mild,
Waly's my love wi the life that she wan
'She's no the first maid a false Scot has beguild,
And she shall be heir o Northumberland.' |
