Motherwell's Manuscript, p. 249; from the recitation of Miss
Ann Wilson, of the Tontine Inn, Paisley, who learned it
from the cook in her father's house.
| 1 |
Down in yonder garden gay,
Where many a ladie does repair,
Where many a ladie does repair,
Puing of flowers sae bonnie. |
| 2 |
'O do you see yon shepherd's son,
Feeding his flocks in yonder loan,
Feeding his flocks in yonder loan?
Vow but he feeds them bonnie!' |
| 3 |
'O laddie, laddie, what is your trade?
Or by what means do you win your bread?
Or by what means do you win your bread?
O laddie, tell unto me.' |
| 4 |
'By making spindles is my trade,
Or whorles in the time o need,
And by which ways I do win my bread:
O lady, do you love me?' |
| 5 |
'As Judas loved a piece of gold,
As Jacob loved Rachel of old,
As Jacob loved Rachel of old,
O laddie, I do love thee.' |
| 6 |
'You must put off your robes of silk,
You must put on my cloutit claes,
And follow me hard at by back,
And ye'll be my beggar-lassie.' |
| 7 |
She's put aff her robes of silk,
And sh's put on his cloutit claes,
And she's followed him hard at his back,
And she's been his beggar-lassie. |
| 8 |
O when they cam to [the] borrowstoun,
Vow but the lassie lookit doun!
Vow but the lassie lookit doun!
Following her beggar-laddie. |
| 9 |
O when they cam to Stirling toun,
He coft a loaf and they baith sat doun,
He coft a loaf and they baith sat doun,
And she's eaten wi her beggar-laddie. |
| 10 |
'O do you see yon hie, hie hill,
Where the corn grows baith rank and tall?
If I was ther, I would greet my fill,
Where naebody wuld see me.' |
| 11 |
When they came to his brother's hall,
Vow but he chappit loud and schill!
'Don't chap sea loud,' the lassie said,
'For we may be fund faut wi.' |
| 12 |
r-and-twenty gentlemen,
And twice as many gay ladies,
And twice as many gay ladies,
Came to welcome in the lassie. |
| 13 |
His brother led her thro the hall,
With laughter he was like to fall;
He said, I think we should beg it all,
For she is a bonnie lassie. |
| 14 |
'You must put aff your cloutit claes,
You must put on your robes of silk,
You must put on your robes of silk,
For ye are a young knicht's ladye.' |
