Child Ballads - Lyrics

1

Gil Morrice in silver ,
He whistled sang:
'Whar sall I a bonny boy
My errand to ?'

2

He 'd his foster-brither Willie:
'Come, win ye hose ,
And unto Lord Barnard' ha,
And bid his lady .'
* * * * *

3

And has bloody head,
And it the ,
Syne gathered up her robes green,
And followed .

1	Gil Morrice sat in silver wood, He whistled and he sang: 'Whar sall I get a bonny boy My errand for to gang?'
2	He ca'd his foster-brither Willie: 'Come, win ye hose and shoon, And gae unto Lord Barnard's ha, And bid his lady come.' * * * * *
3	And she has taen the bloody head, And cast it i the brim, Syne gathered up her robes o green, And fast she followed him.