The Lass of Roch Royal
No: 76; variant: 76I
- 'OH open the door, Lord Gregory,
Oh open, and let me in;
The rain rains on my scarlet robes,
The dew drops oer my chin.'
- 'If you are the lass that I lovd once,
As I true you are not she,
Come give me some of the tokens
That past between you and me.'
- 'Ah wae be to you, Gregory,
An ill death may you die!
You will not be the death of one,
But you'll be the death of three.
- 'Oh don't you mind, Lord Gregory,
'Twas down at yon burn-side
We changed the ring of our fingers,
And I put mine on thine?'