"Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,"
No 147, Abbotaford; in a handwriting of the early part of
this century.
| 1 |
Rob Roy from the Highlands came
Unto the Lowland border;
It was to steal a ladie away,
To keep his house in order. |
| 2 |
He gae her nae time to dress herself
Like a lady that was to be married,
But he hoisd her out among his crew,
And rowd her in his plaidie. |
| 3 |
'Will ye go wi me, my dear?' he says,
'Will ye go wi me, my honey?
Will ye go wi me, my dear?' he says,
'For I love you best of ony.' |
| 4 |
'I winna be your dear,' she says,
'Nor I'll never be your honey;
I'll never be your wedded wife,
For you love me but for my money.' |
| 5 |
He hoisd her out among his crew,
She holding by her mother;
Wi watry eyes and mournfu cries
They parted from each other. |
| 6 |
As they gaed oer yon high hill,
The ladie often fainted;
'Oh, wae be to my gold,' she said,
'This road for me invented!' |
| 7 |
Two held her up before the priest,
And two put her to bed,
Wi mournful cries and watry eyes
As she lay by his side. |
| 8 |
'Be content, be content,
Be content wi me, ladie,
For now you are my wedded wife
Until the day ye die, ladie. |
| 9 |
'Rob roy was my father calld,
McGrigor was his name, ladie,
And a' the country round about
Has heard of Roy's fame, ladie. |
| 10 |
'You do not think yourself a match
For such a one as I, ladie;
But I been east and I been west,
And saird the king of France, ladie. |
| 11 |
'And now we hear the bag-pipe play,
And we maun hae a dance, ladie,
And a' the country round about
Has heard of Roy's fame, ladie. |
| 12 |
'Shake your foot, shake your foot,
Shake your foot wi me, ladie,
For now you are my wedded bride
Until the day ye die, ladie. |
| 13 |
'My father dealt in cows and ewes,
Likewise in goats and sheep, ladie,
And a' the country round about
Has heard of Roy's fame, ladie. |
| 14 |
'And ye have fifty thousand marks,
Makes me a man compleat, ladie.
Why mayn't I maid
May I not ride in state, ladie? |
| 15 |
'My father was a Highland laird,
Altho he be now dead, ladie,
And a' the country round about
Has heard of Roy's fame, ladie.' |
