Rob Roy
No: 225; variant: 225A
- ROB ROY, frae the high Highlands,
Came to the Lawlan border;
It was to steel a lady away,
To keep his Highland house in order.
- As he came in by White House,
He sent nae ane before him;
She wad hae secured the house,
For she did ay abhor him.
- Twenty men surrount the house, an twenty they went in,
They found her wi her mither;
Wi sighs and cries an watery eyes
They parted frae ane anither.
- 'O will ye be my dear?' he says,
'Or will ye be my honnie?
O will ye be my wedded wife?
I lee you best of ony.'
- 'I winna be your dear,' [she says,]
'Nor will I be your honnie,
Nor will I be your wedded wife;
Ye lee me for my money.'
- . . by the way,
This lady aftimes fainted;
Says, Woe be to my cursed gold,
This road for me's invented!
- He gave her no time for to dress
Like ladies when they're ridin,
But set her on hie horseback,
Himsel was ay beside her.
- Whan they came to the Black House,
And at Stirling tarried,
There he bought her coat and gown,
But she would not [be] married.
- Four men held her to the priest,
An four they did her bed,
Wi sighs and cries an watery eyes
Whan she by him was laid.
- 'Be content, be content,
Be content wi me, lady;
Now ye are my wedded wife
Untill the day ye die, lady.
- 'My father was a Highlan laird,
McGrigor was his name, lady;
A' the country roun about
They dreadit his great fame, lady.
- 'He kept a hedge about his lands,
A prickle to his foes, lady,
An every ane that did him wrang,
He took him by the nose, lady.
- 'My father he delights in nout and goats,
An me in horse and sheep, lady;
You an twenty thousan pounds
Makes me a man complete, lady.
- 'You're welcome to this Highlan lan,
It is my native plain, lady;
Think nae mair of gauin back,
But tak it for your hame, lady.
- 'I'm gauin, [I'm gauin,]
I'm gauin to France, lady;
Whan I come back
I'll learn ye a dance, lady.
- 'Set your foot, [set your foot,]
Set your foot to mine, lady;
Think nae mair of gauin back,
But tak it for your hame, lady.'