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Rob Roy

No: 225; variant: 225H

  1. ROB ROY is frae the Hielands come Down to the Lowland border, And he has stolen that lady away, To haud his house in order.
  2. He set her on a milk-white steed, Of none he stood in awe, Untill they reached the Hieland hills, Aboon the Balmaha.
  3. Saying, Be content, Be content, Be content with me, lady; Where will ye find in Lennox land Sae braw a man as me, lady?
  4. ‘Rob Roy he was my father called, MacGregor was his name, lady; A’ the country, far and near, Have heard MacGregor’s fame, lady.
  5. ‘He was a hedge about his friends, A heckle to his foes, lady; If any man did him gainsay, He felt his deadly blows, lady.
  6. ‘I am as bold, I am as bold, I am as bold, and more, lady; Any man that doubts my word May try my gude claymore, lady.
  7. ‘Then be content, be content, Be content with me, lady, For now ye are my wedded wife Until the day ye die, lady.’