Kinloch's Manuscripts, I, 21,
from Mary Barr, May, 1827, Clydesdale.
1 |
A gentleman cam oure the sea,
Fine flowers in the valley
And he has courted ladies three.
With the light green and the yellow |
2 |
One o them was clad in red:
Fine flowers in the valley
He asked if she wad be his bride.
With the light green and the yellow |
3 |
One o them was clad in green:
Fine flowers in the valley
He asked if she wad be his queen.
With the light green and the yellow |
4 |
The last o them was clad in white:
Fine flowers in the valley
He asked if she wad be his heart's delight.
With the light green and the yellow |
5 |
'Ye may ga ask my father, the king:
Fine flowers in the valley
Sae maun ye ask my mither, the queen.
With the light green and the yellow |
6 |
'Sae maun ye ask my sister Anne:
Fine flowers in the valley
And dinna forget my brither John.'
With the light green and the yellow |
7 |
He has asked her father, the king:
Fine flowers in the valley
And sae did he her mither, the queen.
With the light green and the yellow |
8 |
And he has asked her sister Anne:
Fine flowers in the valley
But he has forgot her brother John.
With the light green and the yellow |
9 |
Her father led her through the ha,
Fine flowers in the valley
Her mither danced afore them a'.
With the light green and the yellow |
10 |
Her sister Anne led her through the closs,
Fine flowers in the valley
Her brither John set her on her horse.
With the light green and the yellow |
11 |
It's then he drew a little penknife,
Fine flowers in the valley
And he reft the fair maid o her life.
With the light green and the yellow |
12 |
'Ride up, ride up,' said the foremost man;
Fine flowers in the valley
'I think our bride comes hooly on.'
With the light green and the yellow |
13 |
'Ride up, ride up,' said the second man;
Fine flowers in the valley
'I think our bride looks pale and wan.'
With the light green and the yellow |
14 |
Up than cam the gay bridegroom,
Fine flowers in the valley
And straucht unto the bride he cam.
With the light green and the yellow |
15 |
'Does your side-saddle sit awry?
Fine flowers in the valley
Or does your steed . . .
With the light green and the yellow |
16 |
'Or does the rain run in your glove?
Fine flowers in the valley
Or wad ye chuse anither love?'
With the light green and the yellow |
17 |
'The rain runs not in my glove,
Fine flowers in the valley
Nor will I e'er chuse anither love.
With the light green and the yellow |
18 |
'But O an I war at Saint Evron's well,
Fine flowers in the valley
There I wad licht, and drink my fill!
With the light green and the yellow |
19 |
'Oh an I war at Saint Evron's closs,
Fine flowers in the valley
There I wad licht, and bait my horse!'
With the light green and the yellow |
20 |
Whan she cam to Saint Evron's well,
Fine flowers in the valley
She dought na licht to drink her fill.
With the light green and the yellow |
21 |
Whan she cam to Saint Evron's closs,
Fine flowers in the valley
The bonny bride fell aff her horse.
With the light green and the yellow |
22 |
'What will ye leave to your father, the king?'
Fine flowers in the valley
'The milk-white steed that I ride on.'
With the light green and the yellow |
23 |
'What will ye leave to your mother, the queen?'
Fine flowers in the valley
'The bluidy robes that I have on.'
With the light green and the yellow |
24 |
'What will ye leave to your sister Anne?'
Fine flowers in the valley
'My gude lord, to be wedded on.'
With the light green and the yellow |
25 |
'What will ye leave to your brither John?'
Fine flowers in the valley
'The gallows pin to hang him on.'
With the light green and the yellow |
26 |
'What will ye leave to your brither's wife?'
Fine flowers in the valley
'Grief and sorrow a' the days o her life.'
With the light green and the yellow |
27 |
'What will ye leave to your brither's bairns?'
Fine flowers in the valley
'The meal-pock to hang oure the arms.'
With the light green and the yellow |
28 |
Now does she neither sigh nor groan:
Fine flowers in the valley
She lies aneath yon marble stone.
With the light green and the yellow |