O lang, lang may the ladies stand, Wi thair gold kems in their hair, Haf owre, haf owre to Aberdour, And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence, Wi the Scots lords at his feit. Bonnie George Campbell Hie upon Hielands And low upon Tay Rade out on a day. Out cam his auld mither Greeting fu' sair, And out cam his bonnie bride Rivin' her hair. Saddled and bridled And booted rade he; "My meadow lies green, And my babie's unborn." And booted rade he; Toom hame cam the saddle, Lord Randal "O where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son? O where hae ye been, my handsome young man?" "I hae been to the wild wood; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down." "Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? "What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?" "I gat eels boiled in broo; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down." "What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son? "OI fear ye are poisond, Lord Randal, my son ! Kemp Owyne Her mother died when she was young, Which gave her cause to make great moan; That ever lived in Christendom. She served her with foot and hand, 5 10 15 20 5 In every thing that she could dee, Till once, in an unlucky time, She threw her in ower Craigy's sea. Now Robin he is to fair Kirkly gone, As fast as he can win; But before he came there, as we do hear, And when he came to fair Kirkly-hall, He knockd all at the ring, But none was so ready as his cousin herself For to let bold Robin in. "Will you please to sit down, cousin Robin," she said, "And drink some beer with me?" "No, I will neither eat nor drink, Till I am blooded by thee." "Well, I have a room, cousin Robin," she said, "Which you did never see, And if you please to walk therein, You blooded by me shall be." She took him by the lily-white hand, And there she blooded bold Robin Hood, She blooded him in a vein of the arm, He then bethought him of a casement there, But was so weak he could not leap, He then bethought him of his bugle-horn, Which hung low down to his knee; He set his horn unto his mouth, And blew out weak blasts three. |