The Lassie Wha Never Says No

O I cam tae a cross and I met a wee lass
Says I ma wee lass are ye willing to go
Tae tak (?)? She said, Sir I will
For I'm the wee lassie wha never says No

It's into an alehouse together we went
We never did rise till the cock he did crow
And it's glass after glass did merrily toast
To the bonnie wee lassie wha never says No

The landlady opened the door and she gied us a smile
She's lifted a chair wi freedom in air
Sayin here's to the lad that can jug it in style

O bring him a bottle of liquor, she said
To brighten his spirits I did fear low
And it's na what ye'll dae wi yer bottle or twae
To the bonnie wee lassie wha never says No

The drink they took in was a gin o the best
But for (?) mysel being sober to be
And it's glass after glass did merrily toast
The landlady she got trodden sich fu

Look into my pocket O lassie, she said
You owe two and six to pay for your bed
And for layin me doon you owe me a crown
Look into my pocket O lassie, she said

I looked into her pocket (?)
Says I to myself I'll bundle and go
And I bade her goodbye but she made no reply
Dint the bonnie wee lassie wha never says No

Barbara Allen

It fell upon Martinmas time
When green leaves were a-falling
That Sir John (?) frae the west countrie
Fell in love wi Barbara Allen

He sent his man doon tae the toun
The place where she was dwelling
And said Fair maid wad ye come wi me
If your name be Barbara Allen

Sae slowly slowly she gaed up
Sae slowly she gaed nigh him
And when she threw the curtain back:
Young man I think you're dyin

It's O I'm sick, I'm very very sick
And it's aa for Barbara Allen
It's better that ye'd never been
For ma heartsblood it were a-spillin

O I remember long ago
A-drinkin in a tavern
When ye and aa yer couthie friends
When ye slichted Barbara Allen

He turned his head round tae the wa
For death tae him a-dealing
Adieu, adieu my friends, adieu
But be kind tae Barbara Allen

She hadnae gane a mile or twa
She heard the deid bell tolling
And every jowl the deid bell gied
Cried woe tae Barbara Allen

O mother mother mak my bed
And mak it long and narrow
For my love died for me today
I shall die for him tomorrow

The Dowie Dens o Yarrow

There was a lady in the North
You scarce could find her marrow
She was courted by nine gentlemen
And a plowboy lad frae Yarrow

These nine sat drinkin at thei wine
A-drinkin wine in Yarrow
When they aa swore and made a vow
For to fight for her on Yarrow

It's will ye tak the long sharp lance
Or will ye tak the arrow
Or will ye tak yer ain broadsword
Tae fight for her on Yarrow?

I willna tak the long sharp lance
Or I willna tak the arrow
But I will tak my trusty sword
For tae fight for her on Yarrow

She's washed his face and she's caimbed his hair
And she's stroked his neck sae narrow
And she's dressed him up like her ain braw knight
For tae fight for jer on Yarrow

It's fare ye weel, my lady
Fare ye weel, my lady Sarah
For I will go and fight for ye
On the dowie dens o Yarrow

For three he slew and three withdrew
And three he wounded sairly
Till her false brother John came up behind
And stabbèd him maist foully

O father dear I dreamed a dream
A dream o dool and sorrow
I dreamt that I saw a windin sheet
On the dowie dens o Yarrow

O daughter dear, I read your dream
I doubt it will prove sorrow
For yer ain true love lies dead and gone
And a bloody corpse on Yarrow

For she's gane oer yon high high hills
Doon by the houms o Yarrow
And there she saw her ain true love
A bloody corpse on Yarrow

Her hair it being three quarters long
The color it was yellow
And she's wrapped it roun his middle sae sma
And she's carried him back tae Yarrow

O father ye have seven sons
Ye scarce will find their marrow
But the bonniest flower among them aa
Was my plowboy lad frae Yarrow

Gang by Ye

O it happent on a day in the merry month o May
I gaed out tae meet ma bonnie love, she promised she'd come my way
I gaed out tae meet ma bonnie love, she promised she'd come my way
But ma bonnie lassie she aye gaed by me

O what hae I said, love, or what hae I dane?
Or what objections hae ye syne?
It's hae ye courted another lad and courted him richt weel
And that's the reason why ye now gang by me?

O it's naethin that ye've said, love, or naetin that ye've dane
Or nae objections hae I syne
But I hae courted another lad and courted him richt weel
And that's the reason why I now gang by ye

Och ye moughta courted six, love, ye moughta courted seven
Ye moughta courted eight, nine, ten or eleven
Ye moughta courted eight, nine, ten or eleven
But been kind tae your old lad for aa that

Och the trees they do grow high but the leaves they are nae rotten
Although I've been forsaken I'm sure I'm no heartbroken
For I will find another lass and another lass find me
And the next time I see my old love I'll gang by ye

Are Ye Sleeping, Maggie?

Refrain:
O are ye sleeping, Maggie?
O are ye sleeping, Maggie?
For wild the wind blaws through ma veins
And roarin oer yon warlock craigie

Dark is the nicht and wild the winds they're roarin
No a star out o the scarries
The hewlet's cry oer boortree bank
And roarin oer yon warlock craigie

(Refrain)

Mirk is the night and wild the winds they're roarin
As I trudge the road tae meet my dearie
The iron yetts clank loud and weel
And O the sounds for they mak me eerie

(Refrain)

Now that ye've let me in, Maggie
O now ye've let me in, Maggie
O what care I for hewlet's cry
Or boortree bank or the warlock craigie

(Refrain)

The Galloway Hills

For I'll tak ma plaidie contented tae be
(?) aye kilted aboon my knee
And I'll gie ma pipes another blaw
And I'll gang oot oer the hills tae Galloway

Refrain:
For the Galloway hills are covered wi bloom
Wi heather bells aye and bonny doon
Wi heather bells and rivers aa
And I'll gang oot oer the hills tae Galloway

For I say, bonnie lass, it's will ye gang wi me
For to share your lot in a strange countrie
To share your lot when doon falls aa
And I'll gang oot oer the hills tae Galloway

(Refrain)

For I'll sell my roch, I'll sell my reel
I will sell my grannie's spinnin wheel
I will sell the lot when doon falls aa
And I'll gang oot oer the hills tae Galloway

(Refrain)

The Corncrake

O the lass that I loued best of aa
Was handsome, young and fair
Wi her I spent some happy times
Doon by the banks o Ayr
Wi her I spent some happy times
While yonnie burnie rowes
And the echo mocks the corncrake
Among the whinny knowes

We loued each other dearly
Disputes we seldom had
As constant as the pendulum
Her heartbeat aye gaed glad
We sought for joy and found it
On yonnie burnie rowes
And the echo mocks the corncrake
Among the whinny knowes

O maidens fair an pleasure deems
Gang tae the banks o doon
Ye'll dearly pay out every cent
Tae barbers for perfume
But (?)
Where scented clover grows
And the echo mocks the corncrake
Among the whinny knowes

The corncrake is now awa
The burn is tae the brim
The whinny knowes are clad wi snaw
Up tae the highest whins
But sunshine will come back again
When summer fills the sky
And we'll welcome back the corncrake
The bird o (?) joy

O the lass that I loued best of aa
Was handsome, young and fair
Wi her I spent some happy times
Doon by the banks o Ayr
Wi her I spent some happy times
While yonnie burnie rowes
And the echo mocks the corncrake
Among the whinny knowes

The Jauntin Car

O haud yer tongue, dear sally
As I gang tae the town
And I幢l buy tae ye a jauntin car
And a braw white muslin gown
And I幢l buy tae ye a jauntin car
And a braw white muslin gown
Likewise a wee lapdog
Tae follow yer jauntin car

Och the de履l may tak yer lapdog
And yer jauntin car and aa
For I寮 rather hae a young man
Wi neer a penny of aa
For I寮 rather hae a young man
Wi neer a penny of aa
Bafore I寮 hae an auld man
Tae roll me tae the wa

For yer pipes they are neer in order
Nor yer chanter廣 neer in tune
For I寮 rather hae a young man
Wi neer a penny of aa
And I wish the de履l wad tak ye
And a young man in yer room
And I wish the de履l wad tak ye
And a young man in yer room
For I寮 rather hae a young man
Tae roll me tae the wa

For now the auld man廣 deid and gone
And he left to her good fee
And he廣 left tae her ten thousand pounds
In gold and silver free
And he廣 left tae her ten thousand pounds
In gold and silver free
Likewise the wee lapdog
that followed her jauntin car

For now she廣 gotten a young man
Wi neer a penny of aa
For now she廣 gotten a young man
For to rol her tae the wa
And he廣 broke her cups and saucers
And he廣 broke them ane and aa
And he廣 killed her wee brown lapdog
That followed her jauntin car

Donald

Twas in the merry month o May
A bonnie wee lass I met yen day
And aa the language she could say
Was Donald dinnae mess me

Hug me tug me if ye please
Watch and mind ye dinnae squeeze
When ye think that there廣 nae one sees
then Donald come and kiss me

Refrain:
Hi Donald ho Donald
Think upon your vow Donald
Donald ye are big and braw
Kiss me quick and run awa

We stood last nicht upon the stair
We blathered there like coney pair
I kissed her tae her gums were sair
She said, You廝e misbehavin

I kettled her; she said, You廝e rash
Then she gied me sich a bash
I think yer whiskers need a wash
Or else they廝e needin shavin

(Refrain)

Clyde's Water

I hae a steed in my stable
Cost me twice twenty pounds
And I'll put trust in his four legs
That he'll carry me safe tae the land.

Now he's gaed oer yon high high hill
And doon yon dowie den
And the clatterin o the Clyde's waters
Twould fear ten thousand men

Spare me, spare me, Clyde's waters,
O spare me as I gang
Ye can mak me a wreck when I come back
But spare me as I gang

When he got tae his Maggie's bower
"O Maggie let me in
For my boots are full of the Clyde's waters
And I'm tremblin tae the chin."

My loft is full o hay and corn
My stable's full o steed
And my bower is full o gentlemen
And they won't remove tonight.

He turned his horse round about
Wi a salt tear in his ee
For it's Goodbye, false Maggie, he cries
And it's Goodbye, Maggie, cries he

And he's gaed oer yon high high hill
And doon yon dowie den
And the clatterin o the Clyde's water
Twould fear ten thousand men

His first step into Clyde's water
Ta'en William's hat frae him
And the clatterin o the Clyde's water
Ta'en William's cane frae him

William bent close oer his horse
To catch his hat by force
And the clatterin o the Clyde's waters
Ta'en William frae his horse

William's brother was on the bank
--O William will ye droon?
For if ye catch haud o yer stallion's heid
He'll learn ye how to swim

How can I catch my stallion's heid
And he learn me tae swim?
For sleep and wake false Maggie dear
For she wadnae let me in.

Now she's gaed oer yon high high hill
And doon yon dowie den
And the deepest pools into Clyde's water
She found her William in.

William, William, please forgive
Forgive for nae comin doon
For it's here that we'll get wi your stepmother's prayers
And it's here that we'll baith maun droon.

I Must Away, Love

I must away, love, I can no longer tarry
The morning tempest I have tae cross
I will be guided without a stumble
Intae the arms o my ain true love

And when he stepped up tae her bedroom windae
He knelt doon gently upon a stane
He whispered through her bedroom windae
My darling dost thou lie alone?

She lifted her head from off her snow-white pillow
She廣 lifted her hands frae her lily-white breast
saying, Who is that at my bedroom windae
Disturbing me frae my ain night廣 rest?

Says I, Tis I, love, your ain true lover
Please open the door, love, and let me in
For I am cold, love, I幟 tired and I幟 weary
I幟 tired frae my long night廣 walk

She廣 opened the door with the greatest o pleasure
She廣 opened the door and she廣 let him in
And aa that night we embraced each other
When morning came forth they lay as one

The cocks may crow, love, the birds may whistle
The burn may run, love, frae bank tae brae
Remember lass I (?) a plowboy laddie
And them that廣 bonded they must obey

I must away, love, I can no longer tarry
The morning tempest I have tae cross
I will be guided without a stumble
Intae the arms o my ain true love

Verse of Lord Donald

O whaur hae ye been, Lord Donald my son?
O whaur hae ye been, my jolly young man?
I hae been oot a-huntin, mother mak my bed soon
For I幟 sick at the heart and would fain would lie doon

Glenlogie

There were fourscore o nobles rode around Banchory fair
And bonnie Glenlogie's the flower o them there

There were fourscore o nobles rode up frae King's Ha'
And bonnie Glenlogie's the flower o them aa

There were nine and nine ladies stood at the queen's dine
Bonnie Jean o Bethelnie was the flower o thrice nine

Come doon Jeannie Gordon, she came trippin doonstair
She was ta'en by Glenlogie o aa that was there

She spoke tae his footpage wha stood by his side
O wha is that young man and whaur does he bide?

For his name is Glenlogie when he's nae at hame
And he's o the clan Gordon and his name it is Lord John

Glenlogie, Glenlogie, be constant and kind
For I've laid ma love on ye and ye're aye on my mind

And he turned around quickly as the Gordons they aa
I thank ye Jeannie Gordon but yer tocher's ower sma

She caad tae her maidens, Gang mak me a bed
Wi laces and hankies tae tie roon my head

And doon came her father, O Jeannie are ye ill?
For yer cheeks lost the roses and your face is aye pale

There's that nice little fella with a dark rovin ee
If I getna Glenlogie it's surely I'll dee

O haud yer tongue Jeannie and let yer folly be
I'll wed ye tae Drumwendell, he has mair gold than he

Glenlogie, Glenlogie, Glenlogie for me
If I getna Glenlogie it's surely I'll dee

Now her father had a chaplain and a man o great skill
And he wrote out a letter and he penned it aye weel

When Glenlogie got the letter for he laughed out wi glee
But as he read the letter for the tears blint his ee

And as he read the letter for the tears fell doon large
It's pity that a virgin should die for my cause

Go saddle me the black horse, go saddle me the broon
Gin I get tae Bethelnie (?) surely I'll win


So they saddled his horse and broucht roon tae the ha'
But bonnie Glenlogie was three miles awa

When he came tae Bethelnie there was naebody there
But bonnie Jeannie's mother wha was rivin her hair

Glenlogie, Glenlogie, ye're thrice welcome here
For ma daughter Jeannie's ill aye and death it is near

For pale and wan was she when Glenlogie came by
But red-rosy grew her cheeks when Glenlogie came nigh

O whaur is yer pain, Jeannie, whaur does it hurt?
O the pain I lie under for it lies in my heart

Tak me by the right hand and on the right side
And I'll be the bridegroom if ye'll be the bride

Now Jeannie's got married and her tocher's ten-fold
Bonnie Jean o Bethelnie scarcely sixteen years old

Bethelnie, Bethelnie, ye shine (?)
And the heather bells blooming ower aa Fyvie's land

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