No: 5; variant: 5G
- AS Bothwell was walking in the lowlands alane,
Hey down and a down
He met six ladies sae gallant and fine.
Hey down and a down
- He cast his lot among them a',
And on the youngest his lot did fa.
- He's brought her frae her mother's bower,
Unto his strongest castle and tower.
- But ay she cried and made great moan,
And ay the tear came trickling down.
- 'Come up, come up,' said the foremost man,
'I think our bride comes slowly on.'
- 'O lady, sits your saddle awry,
Or is your steed for you owre high?'
- 'My saddle is not set awry,
Nor carries me my steed owre high;
- 'But I am weary of my life,
Since I maun be Lord Bothwell's wife.'
- He's blawn his horn sae sharp and shrill,
Up start the deer on evry hill.
- He's blawn his horn sae lang and loud,
Up start the deer in gude green-wood.
- His lady mother lookit owre the castle wa,
And she saw them riding ane and a'.
- She's calld upon her maids by seven,
To mak his bed baith saft and even.
- She's calld upon her cooks by nine,
To make their dinner fair and fine.
- When day was gane, and night was come,
'What ails my love on me to frown?
- 'Or does the wind blow in your glove?
Or runs your mind on another love?'
- 'Nor blows the wind within my glove,
Nor runs my mind on another love;
- 'But I nor maid nor maiden am,
For I'm wi bairn to another man.'
- 'I thought I'd a maiden sae meek and sae mild,
But I've nought but a woman wi child.'
- His mother's taen her up to a tower,
And lockit her in her secret bower.
- 'Now, doughter mine, come tell to me,
Wha's bairn this is that you are wi.'
- 'O mother dear, I canna learn
Wha is the faither of my bairn.
- 'But as I walkd in the lowlands my lane,
I met a gentleman gallant and fine.
- 'He keepit me there sae late and sae lang,
Frae the evning late till the morning dawn.
- 'And a' that he gied me to my propine
Was a pair of green gloves and a gay gold ring;
- 'Three lauchters of his yellow hair,
In case that we shoud meet nae mair.'
- His lady mother went down the stair:
. . .
- 'Now son, now son, come tell to me,
Where's the green gloves I gave to thee?'
- 'I gied to a lady sae fair and so fine
The green gloves and a gay gold ring.
- 'But I wad gie my castles and towers,
I had that lady within my bowers.
- 'But I wad gie my very life,
I had that lady to be my wife.'
- 'Now keep, now keep your castles and towers,
You have that lady within your bowers.
- 'Now keep, now keep your very life,
You have that lady to be your wife.'
- 'O row my lady in sattin and silk,
And wash my son in the morning milk.'