Kinloch Manuscripts, III, 133.
| 1 |
O Erroll is a bonny place,
And stands upon yon plane,
But the lady lost the rights o it
Yestreen or she came hame. |
| 2 |
O Erroll is a bonny place,
And lyes forenent the sun,
And the apples they grow red and white,
And peers o bonny green. |
| 3 |
'I nedna wash my apron,
Nor hing it on the door;
But I may tuck my petticoat,
Hangs even down before. |
| 4 |
'Oh, Erroll, Erroll,
Oh, Erroll if ye ken,
Why should I love Erroll,
Or any of his men?' |
| 5 |
She's turned her right and round about,
Poured out a glass o wine;
Says, I will drink to my true love,
He'll drink to me again. |
| 6 |
O Erroll stud into the fleer,
He was an angry man:
'See here it is a good gray-hun,
We'll try what is the run.' |
| 7 |
Then Erroll stud into the fleer,
Steered neither ee nor bree,
Till that he saw his good gray-hun
Was burst and going free. |
| 8 |
'But ye are Kate Carnegie,' he said,
'And I am Sir Gilbert Hay;
I'se gar your father sell Kinnaird,
Your tocher-good to pay.' |
| 9 |
Now she is on to Edinburgh,
A' for to use the law,
And brave Erroll has followed her,
His yellow locks to sheu. |
| 10 |
Out and spak her sister Jean,
And an angry woman was she;
'If I were lady of Erroll,
And hed as fair a face,
I would no go to Edinburgh,
My good lord to disgrace.' |
