| 1 |
Marjorie was fer father's dear,
Her mother's only heir,
An she's away to Strawberry Castle,
To learn some unco lear. |
| 2 |
She had na been i Strawberry Castle
A year but barely three
Till Marjorie turnd big wi child,
As big as big could be.
* * * * * |
| 3 |
'Will ye hae that old, old man
To be yer daily mate,
Or will ye burn in fire strong
For your true lover's sake?' |
| 4 |
'I winna marry that old, old man
To be my daily mate;
I'll rather burn i fire strong
For my true lover's sake.
* * * * * |
| 5 |
'O where will I get a bonnie boy
That will win hose an shoon
An will gae rin to Strawberry Castle,
To gar my good lord come soon?' |
| 6 |
'Here am I, a bonnie boy
That will win hose an shoon,
An I'll gae rin to Strawberry Castle,
And gar your lord come soon.' |
| 7 |
'Should ye come to a brocken brig,
Than bend your bow an swim;
An whan ye com to garse growin
Set down yer feet an rin.' |
| 8 |
When eer he came to brigs broken,
He bent his bow an swam,
And whan he cam to grass growin
He set down his feet an ran. |
| 7 |
When eer he cam to Strawberry Castle
He tirlt at the pin;
There was nane sae ready as that young lord
To open an let him in. |
| 8 |
'Is there ony o my brigs broken?
Or ony o my castle win?
Or is my lady brought to bed
Of a daughter or a son?' |
| 9 |
'There's nane o a' yer brigs broken,
Ther's nane of your castles win;
But the fairest lady in a' your land
This day for you will burn.' |
| 10 |
'Gar saddle me the black, black horse,
Gar saddle me the brown,
Gar saddle me the swiftest stead
That eer carried man to town.' |
| 11 |
He's burstit the black unto the slack,
The grey unto the brae,
An ay the page that ran afore
Cried, Ride, sir, an ye may. |
| 12 |
Her father kindlet the bale-fire,
Her brother set the stake,
Her mother sat an saw her burn,
An never cired Alack! |
| 13 |
'Beet on, beet [on], my cruel father,
For you I cound nae friend;
But for fifteen well mete mile
I'll hear my love's bridle ring.' |
| 14 |
When he cam to the bonnie Dundee,
He lightit wi a glent;
Wi jet-black boots an glittrin spurs
Through that bale-fire he went. |
| 15 |
He thought his love wad hae datit him,
But she was dead an gane;
He was na sae wae for the lady
As he was for her yong son. |
| 16 |
'But I'll gar burn for you, Marjorie,
Yer father an yer mother,
An I'll gar burn for you, Marjorie,
Your sister an your brother. |
| 17 |
'An I will burn for you, Marjorie,
The town that ye'r brunt in,
An monie ane's be fatherless
That has but little sin.' |
