| 1 |
The laird o Drum is a hunting gane,
All in a morning early,
And he did spy a well-far'd may,
Was shearing at her barley. |
| 2 |
'O will ye fancy me, fair may,
And let your shearing be, O
And gang and be the lady o Drum?
O will ye fancy me?' O |
| 3 |
'I winna fancy you,' she says,
'Nor let my shearing be;
For I'm ower low to be Lady Drum,
And your miss I'd scorn to be.' |
| 4 |
'But ye'll cast aff that gown o grey,
Put on the silk and scarlet;
I'll make a vow, and keep it true,
You'll neither be miss nor harlot.' |
| 5 |
'Then dee you to my father dear,
Keeps sheep on yonder hill;
To ony thing he bids me do
I'm always at his will.' |
| 6 |
He has gane to her father dear,
Keeps sheep on yonder hill:
'I'm come to marry your ae daughter,
If ye'll gie me your gude will.' |
| 7 |
'She'll shake your barn, and winna your corn,
And gang to mill and kill;
In time of need she'll saddle your steed;
And I'll draw your boots mysell.' |
| 8 |
'O wha will bake my bridal bread,
And wha will brew my ale,
And wha will welcome my lady hame,
It's mair than I can tell.' |
| 9 |
Four and twenty gentle knights
Gied in at the yetts o Drum;
But nae a man lifted his hat
Whan the lady o Drum came in. |
| 10 |
But he has taen her by the hand,
And led her but and ben;
Says, You'r welcome hame, my lady Drum,
For this is your ain land. |
| 11 |
For he has taen her by the hand,
And led her thro the ha;
Says, You'r welcome hame, my lady Drum,
To your bowers ane and a'. |
| 12 |
Then he['s] stript her o the robes o grey,
Drest her in the robes o gold,
And taen her father the sheep-keeping,
Made him a bailie bold. |
| 13 |
She wasna forty weeks his wife
Till she brought hame a son;
She was as well a loved lady
As ever was in Drum. |
| 14 |
Out it speaks his brother dear,
Says, You've dune us great wrang;
You've married a wife below your degree,
She's a mock to all our kin. |
| 15 |
Out then spake the Laird of Drum,
Says, I've dune you nae wrang;
I've married a wife to win my bread,
You've married ane to spend. |
| 16 |
'For the last time that I was married,
She was far abeen my degree;
She wadna gang to the bonny yetts o Drum
But the pearlin abeen her ee,
And I durstna gang in the room where she was
But my hat below my knee.' |
| 17 |
When they had eaten and well drunken,
And all men bound for bed,
The Laird o Drum and his lady gay
In ae bed they were laid. |
| 18 |
'Gin ye had been o high renown,
As ye are o low degree,
We might hae baith gane down the streets
Amang gude companie.' |
| 19 |
'I tauld you ere we were wed
You were far abeen my degree;
But now I'm married, in your bed laid,
And just as gude as ye. |
| 20 |
'Gin ye were dead, and I were dead,
And baith in grave had lain,
Ere seven years were at an end,
They'd not ken your dust frae mine.' |
