- 'I Warn ye all, ye gay ladies, That wear scarlet an brown, That ye dinna leave your father's house, To follow young men frae town.'
- 'O here am I, a lady gay, That wears scarlet an brown, Yet I will leave my father's house, An follow Lord John frae the town.'
- Lord John stood in his stable-door, Said he was bound to ride; Burd Ellen stood in her bowr-door, Said she'd rin by his side.
- He's pitten on his cork-heeld shoone, An fast awa rade he; She's clade hersel in page array, An after him ran she.
- Till they came till a wan water, An folks do ca it clyde; Then he's lookit oer his left shoulder, Says, Lady, can ye wide?
- 'O I learnt it i my father house, An I learnt it for my weal, Wenneer I came to a wan water, To swim like ony eel.'
- But the firstin stap the lady stappit, The water came til her knee; 'Ohon, alas'' said the lady, 'This water's oer deep for me.'
- The nextin stap the lady stappit, The water came till her middle; An sighin says that gay lady, I've wat my gouden girdle
- The nextin stap the lady stappit, The water came till her pap; An the bairn that was in her twa sides For caul begane to quake.
- 'Lye still, lye still, my ain dear babe, Ye work your mither wae; Your father rides on high horse-back, Cares little for us twae.'
- O about the midst o Clyden water There was a yeard-fast stane; He lightly turnd his horse about, An tooke her on him behin.
- 'O tell me this now, good Lord John, An a word ye dinna lee, How far it is to your lodgin, Whare we this night maun be?'
- 'O see you nae yon castle, Ellen, That shines sae fair to see? There is a lady in it, Ellen, Will sunder you an me.
- 'There is a lady in that castle Will sunder you and I:' 'Betide me well, betide me wae, I sal go there an try.'
- 'O my dogs sal eat the good white bread, An ye sal eat the bran; Then will ye sigh, an say, alas' That ever I was a man''
- 'O I sal eat the good white bread, An your dogs sal eat the bran; An I hope to live an bless the day, That ever ye was a man.'
- 'O my horse sal eat the good white meal, An ye sal eat the corn; Then will ye curse the heavy hour That ever your love was born.'
- 'O I sal eat the good white meal, An your horse sal eat the corn; An I ay sall bless the happy hour That ever my love was born.'
- O four an twenty gay ladies Welcomd Lord John to the ha, But a fairer lady than them a' Led his horse to the stable sta.
- An four an twenty gay ladies Welcomd Lord John to the green, But a fairer lady than them a' At the manger stood alane.
- Whan bells were rung, an mass was sung, Ar a' men boun to meat, Burd Ellen at a bye-table Amo the foot-men was set.
- 'O eat an drink, my bonny boy, The white bread an the beer:' 'The never a bit can I eat or drink, My heart's sae full of fear.'
- 'O eat an drink, my bonny boy, The white bread an the wine:' 'O I canna eat nor drink, master, My heart's sae full of pine.'
- But out it spake Lord John's mother, An a wise woman was she: 'Whare met ye wi that bonny boy, That looks sae sad on thee?
- 'Sometimes his cheek is rosy red, An sometimes deadly wan; He's liker a woman big wi bairn, Than a young lord's serving man.'
- 'O it makes me laugh, my mother dear, Sic words to hear frae thee; He is a squire's ae dearest son, That for love has followd me.
- 'Rise up, rise up, my bonny boy, Gi my horse corn an hay:' 'O that I will, my master dear, As quickly as I may.'
- She's taen the hay under her arm, The corn intill her han, An she's gane to the great stable, As fast as eer she can.
- 'O room ye roun, my bonny broun steeds, O room ye near the wa; For the pain that strikes me thro my sides Full soon will gar me fa.'
- She's leand her back against the wa; Strong travail seizd her on; An even amo the great horse feet Burd Ellen brought forth her son.
- Lord John'[s] mither intill her bowr Was sitting all alone, Whan, i the silence o the night, She heard fair Ellen's moan.
- 'Won up, won up, my son,' she says, 'Go se how a' does fare; For I think I hear a woman's groans, An a bairn greeting sair.'
- O hastily he gat him up, Stayd neither for hose nor shoone, An he's doen him to the stable-door, Wi the clear light o the moon.
- He strack the door hard wi his foot, An sae has he wi his knee, An iron locks an iron bars Into the floor flung he: 'Be not afraid, Burd Ellen,' he says, 'Ther's nane come in but me.'
- Up he has taen his bonny young son, An gard wash him wi the milk; An up has he taen his fair lady, Gard row her in the silk.
- 'Cheer up your heart, Burd Ellen,' he says, 'Look nae mair sad nor wae; For your marriage an your kirkin too Sal baith be in ae day.'
No: 63; variant: 63B
Source: a. Jamieson's Brown MS., fol. 22, taken down from Mrs Brown's recitation before 1783. b. A. Fraser Tytler's Brown MS., No 9, as recited by Mrs Brown in 1800.