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Earl Rothes

No: 297; variant: 297A

  1. ‘O EARL Rothes, an thou wert mine, And I were to be thy ladie, I wad drink at the beer, and tipple at the wine, And be my bottle with any.’
  2. ‘Hold thy tongue, sister Ann,’ he says, ‘Thy words they are too many; What wad ye do wi sae noble a lord, When he has so noble a ladie?
  3. ‘O I’ll pay you your tocher, Lady Ann, Both in gear and money, If ye’ll forsake Earl Rothes’s companie, And mind that he has a ladie.’
  4. ‘I do not value your gold,’ she says, ‘Your gear it’s no sae readie; I’ll neer forsake Earl Rothes’s companie, And I don’t gie a fig for his ladie.’
  5. ‘I’ll keep ye i the caslte, Lady Ann, O servants ye shall hae monie; I’ll keep ye till ye’re safely brocht to bed, And I’ll mak you a marquis’s ladie.’
  6. ‘I do not value your castle,’ she says, ‘Your servants are no sae readie; Earl Rothes will keep me till I’m brocht to bed, And he’ll mak me a marquis’s ladie.’
  7. ‘Woe be to thee, Earl Rothes,’ he says, ‘And the mark o the judge be upon thee, For the using o this poor thing sae, For the using my sister so badly.
  8. ‘When I’m come to the years of a man, And able a sword to carry, I’ll thrust it thro Earl Rothes’ bodie For the using my sister sae basely.
  9. ‘Fare thee well, Lady Ann,’ he says, ‘No longer will I tarry; You and I will never meet again, Till we meet at the bonny town o Torry.’