| 1 |
There livd a lass in yonder dale,
And doun in yonder glen, O
And Kathrine Jaffray was her name,
Well known by many men. O |
| 2 |
Out came the Laird of Lauderdale,
Out frae the South Countrie,
All for to court this pretty maid,
Her bridegroom for to be. |
| 3 |
He has teld her father and mither baith,
And a' the rest o her kin,
And has teld the lass hersell,
And her consent has win. |
| 4 |
Then came the Laird of Lochinton,
Out frae the English border,
All for to court this pretty maid,
Well mounted in good order. |
| 5 |
He's teld her father and mither baith,
As I hear sindry say,
But he has nae teld the lass her sell,
Till on her wedding day. |
| 6 |
When day was set, and friends were met,
And married to be,
Lord Lauderdale came to the place,
The bridal for to see. |
| 7 |
'O are you came for sport, young man?
Or are you come for play?
Or are you come for a sight o our bride,
Just on her wedding day?' |
| 8 |
'I'm nouther come for sport,' he says,
'Nor am I come for play;
But if I had one sight o your bride,
I'll mount and ride away.' |
| 9 |
There was a glass of the red wine
Filld up them atween,
And ay she drank to Lauderdale,
Wha her true-love had been. |
| 10 |
Then he took her by the milk-white hand,
And by the grass-green sleeve,
And he mounted her high behind him there,
At the bridegroom he askt nae leive. |
| 11 |
Then the blude run down by the Cowden Banks,
And down by Cowden Braes,
And ay she gard the trumpet sound,
'O this is foul, foul play!' |
| 12 |
Now a' ye that in England are,
Or are in England born,
Come nere to Scotland to court a lass,
Or else ye'l get the scorn. |
| 13 |
They haik ye up and settle ye by,
Till on your wedding day,
And gie ye frogs instead o fish,
And play ye foul, foul play. |
