Kinloch Manuscripts, V, 315, in the handwriting of John Hill
Barton.
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Bonny catherine Janferry,
The dainty dame so fair,
She's faun in love wi young Lochinvar,
And she loved him without compare. |
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She loved him well, and wondrous well
To change her mind away;
But the day she goes another man's bride,
And plays him foul play. |
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Home came the Laird o Lauderdale,
A' from the South Countree,
And a' to court this weel-fart may,
And I wat good tent took he. |
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Gold nor gear he did no spare,
She was so fair a may,
And he agreed wi her friends all,
And set the wedding-day. |
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She sent for her first true-love,
Her wedding to come tee;
His father and his mother both,
They were to come him wi. |
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His father and his mother both,
They were to come him wi;
And they came both, and he came no,
And this was foul play. |
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He's sent a quiet messenger
Now out thro a' the land,
To warn a humdred gentlemen,
O gallant and good renown. |
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O gallant and good renown,
And all o good aray,
And now he's made his trumpet soun
A voss o foul play. |
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As they came up by Caley buss,
And in by Caley brae,
'Stay still, stay still, my merry young men,
Stay still, if that you may. |
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'Stay still, stay still, my merry young men,
Stay still, if that you may;
I'll go to the bridal-house,
And see what they will say.' |
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When he gaed to the bridal-house,
And lighted and gaed in,
There were four and twenty English lords,
O gallant and good renown. |
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O gallant and good renown,
And all o good aray,
But aye he garred his trumpets soun
A voss o foul play. |
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When he was at the table set,
Amang these gentlemen,
He begoud to vent some words
They cluldna understan. |
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The English lords, they waxed wroth
What could be in his mind;
They stert to foot, on horseback lap,
'Come fecht! what's i your mind?' |
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'I came na here to feght,' he said,
'But for good sport and play;
And one glass wi yer bonny bridegroom,
And I'll go boun away.' |
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The glass was filled o good reed wine,
And drunken atween the twa;
'And one glass wi your bonny bride,
And I'se go boun away.' |
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Her maiden she stood forbye,
And quickly she said, 'Nay
I winna gee a word o her
To none nor yet to thee.' |
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'Oh, one word o yer bonny bride!
Will ye refuse me one?
Before her wedding-day was set,
I would hae gotten ten. |
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'Take here my promise, maiden,
My promise and my hand,
Out oer her father's gates this day
Wi me she shanna gang.' |
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He's bent him oer his saddle-bow,
To kiss her ere he gaed,
And he fastened his hand in her gown-breast,
And tust her him behind. |
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He pat the spurs into his horse
And fast rade out at the gate;
Ye wouldna hae seen his yellow locks
For the dust o his horse feet. |
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Fast has he ridden the wan water,
And merrily taen the know.
And then the battle it began;
I'me sure it was na mow. |
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Bridles brack, and weight horse lap,
And blades flain in the skies,
And wan and drousie was the blood
Gaed lapperin down the lays. |
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Now all ye English lords,
In England where ye'r borne,
Come never to Scotland to woo a bride,
For they'le gie you the scorn. |
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For they'le gie you the scorn,
The scorn, if that they may;
They'll gie you frogs instead of fish,
And steal your bride away. |
