- There livd a lord on yon sea-side, And he thought on a wile, How he would go over the saut sea A lady to beguile.
- 'O learn to mak your bed, Helen, And learn to ly your lane, For I'm gaun over the saut seas A bright bride to bring hame.'
- 'How can I mak my bed,' she says, 'Unless I mak it wide, Whan I have seven o your sons To lie down by my side?
- 'And the first o your seven sons, He rides a milk-white steed; The second o your seven sons He wears a milk-white weed.
- 'The third ane o your seven sons, He draws baith ale and wine; The fourth ane o your seven sons, He serves you when you dine.
- 'The fifth ane o your seven sons, He can baith read and write; And the sixth ane o your seven sons, He is a' your heart's delight.
- 'And the youngest o your seven sons, He sleeps on my breast-bane; Whan him and I ly down at night, For him rest get I nane.'
- 'O wha will bake my bridal bread, And brew my bridal ale? And wha will welcome my gae lady, That I bring oer the dale?
- 'And sin ye've taen the turn in hand, See that ye do it right, And ilka chimly o the house, That they be dearly dight.'
- O a' the day she washd and wrang, And a' the night she buik, And she's awa to her chamber, To gie her young son suck.
- 'Come here, come here, my eldest son, And see what ye may see; For yonder comes your father dear, Your mother-in-law side be.'
- She's taen a cake o the best bread, A bottle o the best wine, And a' the keys upon her arm, And to the yates she's gaen.
- 'Ye are welcome hame, gay lady,' she said, 'And ay ye are welcome hame; And sae is a' the gentlewomen That's wi you ridden and gane.
- 'You are welcome hame, gay lord' she said, 'And ay ye are welcome hame; And sae is a' the gentlemen That's wi you ridden and gane.'
- She saird them up, she saird them down, She saird them till and frae; But when she went behind their backs, The tear did blind her ee.
- Whan day was gane, and night was come, And a' man boun to bed, The bridegroom and the bonny bride In their chamber was laid.
- Burd Helen and her seven sons Lay in a bower near by; . . . . . . . . . .
- 'If my seven sons were seven grey ratts, To rin frae wa to wa, And I mysel a good grey cat, I would bite their back a-twa.
- 'If my seven sons were seven grey hares, And them to rin a race, And I mysel a good greyhound, I would gie them a chace.'
- Up and spak the bonny bride, In chamber where she lay: 'There is a lady in this bower, She will gae mad or day.'
- 'Lye still, lye still, my bonny bride, Lye still and tak a sleep; It's but ane o my wine puncheons; Nae langer wad it keep.'
- 'King Henry was my father dear, Queen Catherine was my mother, Lady Anne she was my sister dear, And Frederick was my brother.
- 'And whan I was six years of age, They ca'd me Mary Mild; I was stown frae my father's yate, Whan I was but a child.'
- Then up and spak the bonny bride, By her lord as she lay: 'Lye down, lye down, my dear sister, There's nae ill done for me.
- 'O seven ships conveyd me here, And seven came oer the main; And four o them shall stay wi you, And three convey me hame.
- 'But when I gae hame to my father's house, They will laugh me to scorn, To come awa a wedded wife, Gae hame a maid the morn.'
No: 62; variant: 62B
Source: Jamieson's Popular Ballads, II, 376, from the recitation of Mrs Arrot, of Aberbrothick.