Motherwell's Manuscript, p. 172. From J. Goldie, March, 1825.
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There were three sisters on a road,
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
And there they met a banished lord.
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree |
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The eldest sister was on the road,
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
And there she met with the banished lord.
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree |
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'O will ye consent to lose your life,
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
Or will ye be a banished lord's wife?'
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree |
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'I'll rather consent to lose my life
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
Before I'll be a banished lord's wife.'
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree |
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'It's lean your head upon my staff,'
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
And with his pen-knife he has cutted it aff.
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree |
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He flang her in amang the broom,
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
Saying, 'Lye ye there till another ane come.'
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree |
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The second sister was on the road,
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
And there she met with the banished lord.
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree |
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'O will ye consent to lose your life,
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
Or will ye be a banished lord's wife?'
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree |
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'I'll rather consent to lose my life
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
Before I'll be a banished lord's wife.'
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree |
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'It's lean your head upon my staff,'
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
And with his pen-knife he has cutted it aff.
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree |
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He flang her in amang the broom,
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
Saying, 'Lie ye there till another ane come.'
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree |
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The youngest sister was on the road,
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
And there she met with the banished lord.
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree |
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'O will ye consent to lose your life,
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
Or will ye be a banished lord's wife?'
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree |
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'O if my three brothers were here,
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
Ye durstna put me in such a fear.'
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree |
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'What are your three brothers, altho they were here,
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
That I durstna put you in such a fear?'
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree |
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'My eldest brother's a belted knight,
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
The second, he's a . . .
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree |
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'My youngest brother's a banished lord,
Gilly flower gentle rosemary
And oftentimes he walks on this road.'
And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree
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