| 1 |
There was a jury sat at Perth,
In the merry month of May,
Betwixt the noble Duke of Perth
But and Sir Gilbert Hay. |
| 2 |
My lord Kingside has two daughters,
They are proper, straight and tall;
But my lord Carnegie he has two
That far excells them all. |
| 3 |
Then Errol he has dressd him,
As very well he could;
I'm sure there was not one cloth-yard
But what was trimmed with gold. |
| 4 |
'Ane asking, ane asking, my lord Carnegie,
Ane asking I've to thee;
I'm come to court your daughter Jean,
My wedded wife to be.' |
| 5 |
'My daughter Jean was wed yestreen,
To one of high degree,
But where Jean got one guinea of gold
With Kate I'll give thee three. |
| 6 |
'Full fifteen hundred pounds
Had Jean Carnegie,
But three fifteen hundred pounds
With Kate I'll gie to thee.' |
| 7 |
Then Errol he has wed her,
And fairly brought her hame;
There was nae peace between them twa
Till they sundered oer again. |
| 8 |
When bells were rung, and mess was sung,
And a' man bound to bed,
The Earl of Errol and his countess
In one chamber was laid. |
| 9 |
Early in the morning
My lord Carnegie rose,
The Earl of Errol and his countess,
And they've put on their clothes. |
| 10 |
Up spake my lord Carnegie;
'Kate, is your toucher won?'
'Ye may ask the Earl of Errol,
If he be your good-son. |
| 11 |
'What need I wash my petticoat
And hing it on a pin?
For I am as leal a maid yet
As yestreen when I lay down. |
| 12 |
'What need I wash my apron
And hing it on the door?
It's baith side and wide enough,
Hangs even down before.' |
| 13 |
Up spake my lord Carnegie;
'O Kate, what do ye think?
We'll beguile the Earl of Errol
As lang as he's in drink.' |
| 14 |
'O what will ye beguile him wi?
Or what will ye do than?
I'll swear before a justice-court
That he's no a sufficient man.' |
| 15 |
Then Errol he cam down the stair,
As bold as oney rae:
'Go saddle to me my Irish coach,
To Edinbro I'll go.' |
| 16 |
When he came to Edinbro,
He lighted on the green;
There were four-and-twenty maidens
A' dancing in a ring. |
| 17 |
There were four-and-twenty maidens
A' dancing in a row;
The fatest and the fairest
To bed wi him must go. |
| 18 |
He's taen his Peggy by the hand,
And he led her thro the green,
And twenty times he kissd her there,
Before his ain wife's een. |
| 19 |
He's taen his Peggy by the hand,
And he's led her thro the hall,
And twenty times he's kissd her there,
Before his nobles all. |
| 20 |
'Look up, look up, my Peggy lass,
Look up, and think nae shame;
Ten hundred pounds I'll gie to you
To bear to me a son.' |
| 21 |
He's keepit his Peggy in his room
Three quarter of a year,
And just at the nine months' end
She a son to him did bear. |
| 22 |
'Now if ye be Kate Carnegie,
And I Sir Gilbert Hay,
I'll make your father sell his lands
Your toucher for to pay.' |
| 23 |
'To make my father sell his lands,
It wad be a great sin,
To toucher oney John Sheephead
That canna toucher win.' |
| 24 |
'Now hold your tongue, ye whorish bitch,
Sae loud as I hear ye lie!
For yonder sits Lord Errol's son,
Upon his mother's knee;
For yonder sits Lord Errol's son,
Altho he's no by thee.' |
| 25 |
'You may take hame your daughter Kate,
And set her on the glen;
For Errol canna please her,
Nor nane o Errol's men;
For Errol canna please her,
Nor twenty of his men.' |
| 26 |
The ranting and the roving,
The thing we a' do ken,
The lady lost her right that night,
The first night she lay down;
And the thing we ca the ranting o 't,
The lady lies her lane. |
