Harris Manuscript, p. 11 b, No 7.
| 1 |
There waur three ladies in a ha,
Hech hey an the lily gey
By cam a knicht, an he wooed them a'.
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
| 2 |
The first ane she was cled in green;
Hech hey an the lily gey
'Will you fancy me, an be my queen?'
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
| 3 |
'You may seek me frae my father dear,
Hech hey an the lily gey
An frae my mither, wha did me bear.
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
| 4 |
'You may seek me frae my sister Anne,
Hech hey an the lily gey
But no, no, no frae my brither John.'
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
| 5 |
The niest ane she was cled in yellow;
Hech hey an the lily gey
'Will you fancy me, an be my marrow?'
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
| 6 |
'Ye may seek me frae my father dear,
Hech hey an the lily gey
An frae my mither, wha did me bear.
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
| 7 |
'Ye may seek me frae my sister Anne,
Hech hey an the lily gey
But no, no, no frae my brither John.'
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
| 8 |
The niest ane she was cled in red:
Hech hey an the lily gey
'Will ye fancy me, an be my bride?'
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
| 9 |
'Ye may seek me frae my father dear,
Hech hey an the lily gey
An frae my mither wha did me bear.
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
| 10 |
'Ye may seek me frae my sister Anne,
Hech hey an the lily gey
An dinna forget my brither John.'
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
| 11 |
He socht her frae her father, the king,
Hech hey an the lily gey
An he socht her frae her mither, the queen.
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
| 12 |
He socht her frae her sister Anne,
Hech hey an the lily gey
But he forgot her brither John.
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
| 13 |
Her mither she put on her goun,
Hech hey an the lily gey
An her sister Anne preened the ribbons doun.
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
| 14 |
Her father led her doon the close,
Hech hey an the lily gey
An her brither John set her on her horse.
An the rose is aye the redder aye
* * * * * |
| 15 |
Up an spak our foremost man:
Hech hey an the lily gey
'I think our bonnie bride's pale an wan.'
An the rose is aye the redder aye
* * * * * |
| 16 |
'What will ye leave to your father dear?'
Hech hey an the lily gey
'My . . . . . an my . . . . . chair.'
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
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'What will ye leave to your mither dear?'
Hech hey an the lily gey
'My silken screen I was wont to wear.'
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
| 18 |
'What will ye leave to your sister Anne?'
Hech hey an the lily gey
'My silken snood an my golden fan.'
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
| 19 |
'What will you leave to your brither John?'
Hech hey an the lily gey
'The gallows tree to hang him on.'
An the rose is aye the redder aye |
