{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch225.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch225.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch225.htm","text":"225A.1 ROB ROY, frae the high Highlands,\nCame to the Lawlan border;\nIt was to steel a lady away,\nTo keep his Highland house in order.\n225A.2 As he came in by White House,\nHe sent nae ane before him;\nShe wad hae secured the house,\nFor she did ay abhor him.\n225A.3 Twenty men surrount the house, an twenty they went in,\nThey found her wi her mither;\nWi sighs and cries an watery eyes\nThey parted frae ane anither.\n225A.4 \u2018O will ye be my dear?\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Or will ye be my honnie?\nO will ye be my wedded wife?\nI lee you best of ony.\u2019\n225A.5 \u2018I winna be your dear,\u2019 [she says,]\n\u2018Nor will I be your honnie,\nNor will I be your wedded wife;\nYe lee me for my money.\u2019\n225A.6 . . by the way,\nThis lady aftimes fainted;\nSays, Woe be to my cursed gold,\nThis road for me\u2019s invented!\n225A.7 He gave her no time for to dress\nLike ladies when they\u2019re ridin,\nBut set her on hie horseback,\nHimsel was ay beside her.\n225A.8 Whan they came to the Black House,\nAnd at Stirling tarried,\nThere he bought her coat and gown,\nBut she would not [be] married.\n225A.9 Four men held her to the priest,\nAn four they did her bed,\nWi sighs and cries an watery eyes\nWhan she by him was laid.\n225A.10 \u2018Be content, be content,\nBe content wi me, lady;\nNow ye are my wedded wife\nUntill the day ye die, lady.\n225A.11 \u2018My father was a Highlan laird,\nMcGrigor was his name, lady;\nA\u2019 the country roun about\nThey dreadit his great fame, lady.\n225A.12 \u2018He kept a hedge about his lands,\nA prickle to his foes, lady,\nAn every ane that did him wrang,\nHe took him by the nose, lady.\n225A.13 \u2018My father he delights in nout and goats,\nAn me in horse and sheep, lady;\nYou an twenty thousan pounds\nMakes me a man complete, lady.\n225A.14 \u2018You\u2019re welcome to this Highlan lan,\nIt is my native plain, lady;\nThink nae mair of gauin back,\nBut tak it for your hame, lady.\n225A.15 \u2018I\u2019m gauin, [I\u2019m gauin,]\nI\u2019m gauin to France, lady;\nWhan I come back\nI\u2019ll learn ye a dance, lady.\n225A.16 \u2018Set your foot, [set your foot,]\nSet your foot to mine, lady;\nThink nae mair of gauin back,\nBut tak it for your hame, lady.\u2019\n225B: Rob Roy\n225B.1 ROB ROY frae the Hielands cam\nUnto the Lawland border,\nAnd he has stown a ladie fair,\nTo haud his house in order.\n225B.2 He guarded the house round about,\nHimsel went in and found her out,\nShe hung close by her mither;\nWi dolefu cries and watery eyes\nThey parted frae each ither.\n225B.3 \u2018Gang wi me, my dear,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Gang and be my honey;\nGang and be my wedded wife,\nI loe ye best o onie.\u2019\n225B.4 \u2018I winna gang wi you,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018I winna be your honey;\nI winna be your wedded wife;\nYe loe me for my money.\u2019\n225B.5 He gied na her na time to dress\nAs ladies when they\u2019re brides,\nBut hurried her awa wi speed,\nAnd rowd her in his plaids.\n225B.6 He gat her up upon a horse,\nHimsel lap on ahind her;\nAnd they\u2019re awa to the Hieland hills;\nHer friends they canna find her.\n225B.7 As they gaed oure the Hieland hills,\nThis lady aften fainted,\nSaying, Wae be to my cursed gowd,\nThis road to me invented!\n225B.8 As they gaed oure the Hieland hills,\nAnd at Buchanan tarried,\nHe bought to her baith cloak and goun,\nYet she wadna be married.\n225B.9 Six held her up afore the priest,\nFour laid her in a bed, O;\nMaist mournfully she wept and cried\nWhan she bye him was laid, O.\n225B.10 \u2018O be content, be content,\nBe content to stay, ladie;\nFor now ye are my wedded wife\nUnto your dying day, ladie.\n225B.11 \u2018Rob Roy was my father calld,\nM\u2019Gregor was his name, ladie;\nAnd in a\u2019 the country whare he dwalt\nHe exceeded ae in fame, ladie.\n225B.12 \u2018He was a hedge unto his friends,\nA heckle to his faes, ladie;\nAnd ilka ane that did him wrang,\nHe beat him on the neis, ladie.\n225B.13 \u2018I\u2019m as bold, I am as bold\nAs my father was afore, ladie;\nIlka ane that does me wrang\nSall feel my gude claymore, ladie.\n225B.14 \u2018There neer was frae Lochlomond west\nThat eer I did him fear, ladie;\nFor, if his person did escape,\nI seizd upon his gear, ladie.\n225B.15 \u2018My father delights in horse and kye,\nIn sheep and goats and a\u2019, ladie,\nAnd thee wi me and thirty merks\nWill mak me a man fu braw, ladie.\n225B.16 \u2018I hae been in foreign lands,\nAnd servd the king o France, ladie;\nWe will get the bagpipes,\nAnd we\u2019ll hae a dance, ladie.\u2019\n225C: Rob Roy\n225C.1 ROB ROYRR\u2019rrS from the Hielands come\nUnto our Lowland border,\nAnd he has stolen a lady away,\nTo keep his house in order.\n225C.2 Rob Roy\u2019s come to Blackhill\u2019s gate,\nTwenty men his arms did carry,\nAnd he has stolen a lady away,\nOn purpose her to marry.\n225C.3 None knew till he surrounded the house,\nNo tidings came before him,\nOr else she had been gone away,\nFor she did still abhor him.\n225C.4 All doors and windows guarded were,\nNone could the plot discover;\nHimself went in and found her out,\nProfessing how he loved her.\n225C.5 \u2018Come go with me, my dear,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Come go with me, my honey,\nAnd you shall be my wedded wife,\nI love you best of onie.\u2019\n225C.6 \u2018I will not go with you,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Nor will I be your honey;\nI neer shall be your wedded wife,\nYou love me for my money.\u2019\n225C.7 But he her drew amongst his crew,\nShe holding by her mother;\nWith mournful cries and watery eyes\nThey parted from each other.\n225C.8 No time they gave her to be dressed\nAs ladies when they\u2019re brides, O,\nBut hurried her away in haste;\nThey rowed her in their plaids, O.\n225C.9 As they went over hills and rocks,\nThe lady often fainted;\nSays, Wae may it be, my cursed money,\nThis road to me invented!\n225C.10 They passed away by Drymen town,\nAnd at Buchanan tarried;\nThey bought to her a cloak and gown,\nYet she would not be married.\n225C.11 But without consent they joined their hands;\nBy law ought not to carry;\nThe priest his zeal it was so hot\nOn her will he would not tarry.\n225C.12 Four held her up before the priest,\nTwo laid her in the bed, O;\nOch, mournfully she weeped and cried\nWhen she by him was laid, O.\n225C.13 \u2018Now you\u2019re come to the Highland hills,\nOut of your native clime, lady,\nNever think of going back,\nBut take this for your hame, lady.\n225C.14 \u2018Be content, be content,\nBe content to stay, lady;\nNow ye are my wedded wife\nUnto your dying day, lady.\n225C.15 \u2018O Rob Roy was my father called,\nBut McGregor was his name, lady;\nIn all the country far and near\nNone did exceed his fame, lady.\n225C.16 \u2018I\u2019m as bold, I\u2019m as bold,\nI\u2019m as bold as he, lady;\nIn France and Ireland I\u2019ll dance and fight,\nAnd from them take the gree, lady.\n225C.17 \u2018He was a hedge about his friends,\nBut a heckle to his faes, lady,\nAnd every one that did him wrong,\nHe took them owre the nose, lady.\n225C.18 \u2018I\u2019m as bold, I\u2019m as bold,\nI\u2019m as bold, and more, lady;\nEvery one that does me wrong\nShall feel my good claymore, lady.\n225C.19 \u2018My father he has stots and ewes,\nAnd he has goats and sheep, lady,\nBut you and twenty thousand punds\nMakes me a man complete, lady.\u2019\n225D: Rob Roy\n225D.1 ROB ROY from the Highlands came\nUnto the Lowland border;\nIt was to steal a ladie away,\nTo keep his house in order.\n225D.2 He gae her nae time to dress herself\nLike a lady that was to be married,\nBut he hoisd her out among his crew,\nAnd rowd her in his plaidie.\n225D.3 \u2018Will ye go wi me, my dear?\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Will ye go wi me, my honey?\nWill ye go wi me, my dear?\u2019 he says,\n\u2018For I love you best of ony.\u2019\n225D.4 \u2018I winna be your dear,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Nor I\u2019ll never be your honey;\nI\u2019ll never be your wedded wife,\nFor you love me but for my money.\u2019\n225D.5 He hoisd her out among his crew,\nShe holding by her mother;\nWi watry eyes and mournfu cries\nThey parted from each other.\n225D.6 As they gaed oer yon high hill,\nThe ladie often fainted;\n\u2018Oh, wae be to my gold,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018This road for me invented!\u2019\n225D.7 Two held her up before the priest,\nAnd two put her to bed,\nWi mournful cries and watry eyes\nAs she lay by his side.\n225D.8 \u2018Be content, be content,\nBe content wi me, ladie,\nFor now you are my wedded wife\nUntil the day ye die, ladie.\n225D.9 \u2018Rob roy was my father calld,\nMcGrigor was his name, ladie,\nAnd a\u2019 the country round about\nHas heard of Roy\u2019s fame, ladie.\n225D.10 \u2018You do not think yourself a match\nFor such a one as I, ladie;\nBut I been east and I been west,\nAnd saird the king of France, ladie.\n225D.11 \u2018And now we hear the bag-pipe play,\nAnd we maun hae a dance, ladie,\nAnd a\u2019 the country round about\nHas heard of Roy\u2019s fame, ladie.\n225D.12 \u2018Shake your foot, shake your foot,\nShake your foot wi me, ladie,\nFor now you are my wedded bride\nUntil the day ye die, ladie.\n225D.13 \u2018My father dealt in cows and ewes,\nLikewise in goats and sheep, ladie,\nAnd a\u2019 the country round about\nHas heard of Roy\u2019s fame, ladie.\n225D.14 \u2018And ye have fifty thousand marks,\nMakes me a man compleat, ladie.\nWhy mayn\u2019t I maid\nMay I not ride in state, ladie?\n225D.15 \u2018My father was a Highland laird,\nAltho he be now dead, ladie,\nAnd a\u2019 the country round about\nHas heard of Roy\u2019s fame, ladie.\u2019\n225E: Rob Roy\n225E.1 ROB ROY from the Highlands cam\nUnto our Scottish border,\nAnd he has stown a lady fair,\nTo haud his house in order.\n225E.2 And when he cam he surrounded the house;\nTwenty men their arms did carry;\nAnd he has stown this lady fair,\nOn purpose her for to marry.\n225E.3 And whan he cam he surrounded the house;\nNo tidings there cam before him,\nOr else the lady would have been gone,\nFor still she did abhor him.\n225E.4 Wi murnfu cries and watery eyes,\nFast hauding by her mother,\nWi murnfu cries and watery eyes\nThey parted frae each other.\n225E.5 Nae time he gied her to be dressed\nAs ladys do when they\u2019re bride, O,\nBut he hastened and hurried her awa,\nAnd he rowd her in his plaid, O.\n225E.6 They rade till they cam to Ballyshine,\nAt Ballyshine they tarried;\nHe bought to her a cotton gown,\nYet would she never be married.\n225E.7 Three held her up before the priest,\nFour carried her to bed, O,\nWi watery eyes and murnfu sighs\nWhen she behind was laid, O.\n225E.8 \u2018O be content, be content,\nBe content to stay, lady,\nFor you are my wedded wife\nUnto my dying day, lady.\nBe content, etc.\n225E.9 \u2018My father is Rob Roy called,\nMacGregor is his name, lady;\nIn all the country whare he dwells,\nHe does succeed the fame, lady.\nBe content, etc.\n225E.10 \u2018My father he has cows and ewes,\nAnd goats he has anew, lady,\nAnd you and twenty thousand merks\nWill mak me a man complete, lady.\u2019\nBe content, etc.\n225F: Rob Roy\n225F.1 ROB ROY frae the Highlands came\nUnto the Lawland border,\nAnd he has stolen a lady away,\nTo haud his house in order.\n225F.2 He\u2019s pu\u2019d her out amang his men,\nShe holding by her mother;\nWith mournfu cries and watery eyes\nThey parted frae each other.\n225F.3 When they came to the heigh hill-gate,\nO it\u2019s aye this lady fainted:\n\u2018O wae! what has that cursed monie\nThat\u2019s thrown to me invented?\u2019\n225F.4 When they came to the heigh hill-gate,\nAnd at Buchanan tarried,\nThey fetchd to her a cloak and gown,\nYet wad she not be married.\n225F.5 Four held her up before the priest,\nFour laid her on her bed,\nWith mournfu cries and watery eyes\nWhen she by him was laid.\n225F.6 \u2018I\u2019ll be kind, I\u2019ll be kind,\nI\u2019ll be kind to thee, lady,\nAnd all the country for thy sake\nShall surely favoured be, lady.\n225F.7 \u2018Be content, be content,\nBe content and stay, lady;\nNow ye are my weded wife\nUntil your dying-day, ladie.\n225F.8 \u2018Rob Roy was my father called,\nMcGregor was his name, lady;\nIn every country where he was,\nHe did exceed the fame, lady.\n225F.9 \u2018He was a hedge about his friends,\nA terror to his foes, lady,\nAnd every one that did him wrong,\nHe hit them oer the nose, lady.\n225F.10 \u2018Be content, be content,\nBe content and stay, lady;\nNow ye are my wedded wife\nUntil your dying-day, lady.\n225F.11 \u2018We will go, we will go,\nWe will go to France, lady,\nWhere I before for safety fled,\nAnd there wee\u2019l get a dance, lady.\n225F.12 \u2018Shake a fit, shake a fit,\nShake a fit to me, lady;\nNow ye are my wedded wife\nUntil your dying-day, lady.\n225G: Rob Roy\n225G.1 ROB ROY from the Highlands cam\nUnto the Lawlan border,\nTo steal awa a gay ladie,\nTo haud his house in order.\n225G.2 He cam owre the Lock o Lynn,\nTwenty men his arms did carry;\nHimsel gaed in an fand her out,\nProtesting he would marry.\n225G.3 \u2018O will ye gae wi me? he says,\n\u2018Or will ye be my honey?\nOr will ye be my wedded wife?\nFor I love you best of any.\u2019\n225G.4 \u2018I winna gae wi you,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Nor will I be your honey,\nNor will I be your wedded wife;\nYou love me for my money.\u2019\n* * * * *\n225G.5 But he set her on a coal-black steed,\nHimsel lap on behind her,\nAn he\u2019s awa to the Highland hills,\nWhare her friens they canna find her.\n* * * * *\n225G.6 \u2018Rob Roy was my father ca\u2019d,\nMacGregor was his name, ladie;\nHe led a band o heroes bauld,\nAn I am here the same, ladie.\n225G.7 \u2018Be content, Be content,\nBe content to stay, ladie;\nFor thou art my wedded wife\nUntil thy dying day, ladie.\n225G.8 \u2018He was a hedge unto his friens,\nA heckle to his foes, ladie,\nEvery one that durst him wrang,\nHe took him by the nose, ladie.\n225G.9 \u2018I\u2019m as bold, I\u2019m as bold,\nI\u2019m as bold, an more, ladie;\nHe that daurs dispute my word\nShall feel my guid claymore, ladie.\u2019\n225H: Rob Roy\n225H.1 ROB ROY is frae the Hielands come\nDown to the Lowland border,\nAnd he has stolen that lady away,\nTo haud his house in order.\n225H.2 He set her on a milk-white steed,\nOf none he stood in awe,\nUntill they reached the Hieland hills,\nAboon the Balmaha.\n225H.3 Saying, Be content, Be content,\nBe content with me, lady;\nWhere will ye find in Lennox land\nSae braw a man as me, lady?\n225H.4 \u2018Rob Roy he was my father called,\nMacGregor was his name, lady;\nA\u2019 the country, far and near,\nHave heard MacGregor\u2019s fame, lady.\n225H.5 \u2018He was a hedge about his friends,\nA heckle to his foes, lady;\nIf any man did him gainsay,\nHe felt his deadly blows, lady.\n225H.6 \u2018I am as bold, I am as bold,\nI am as bold, and more, lady;\nAny man that doubts my word\nMay try my gude claymore, lady.\n225H.7 \u2018Then be content, be content,\nBe content with me, lady,\nFor now ye are my wedded wife\nUntil the day ye die, lady.\u2019\n225I: Rob Roy\n225I.1 ROB ROY is frae the Highlands come\nUnto the Scottish border,\nAnd he has stolen a lady gay,\nTo keep his house in order.\n225I.2 He and his crew surrounded the house;\nNo tidings came before him,\nOr else I\u2019m sure she wad been gone,\nFor she did still abhore him.\n225I.3 He drew her thro amang his crew,\nShe holding by her mother;\nWith watery eyes and mournfu cries\nThey parted from each other.\n225I.4 He\u2019s set her on a milk-white steed,\nHimself jumped on behind her,\nAnd he\u2019s awa to the Highland hills,\nAnd her friends they couldna find her.\n225I.5 \u2018O be content, be content,\nO be content and stay, lady,\nAnd never think of going back\nUntil your dying day, lady.\u2019\n225I.6 As they went over hills and dales,\nThis lady oftimes fainted;\nCries, Wae be to that cursed money\nThis road to me invented!\n225I.7 \u2018O dinna think, O dinna think,\nO dinna think to ly, lady;\nO think na ye yersell weel matchd\nOn sic a lad as me, lady?\n225I.8 \u2018What think ye o my coal-black hair,\nBut and my twinkling een, lady,\nA little bonnet on my head,\nAnd cocket up aboon, lady?\n225I.9 \u2018O dinna think, O dinna think,\nO dinna think to ly, lady;\nO think nae ye yersell weel matchd\nOn sic a lad as me, lady?\n225I.10 \u2018Rob Roy was my father calld,\nBut Gregory was his name, lady;\nThere was neither duke nor lord\nCould eer succeed his fame, lady.\n225I.11 \u2018O may not I, may not I,\nMay not I succeed, lady?\nMy old father did so design;\nO now but he is dead, lady.\n225I.12 \u2018My father was a hedge about his friends,\nA heckle to his foes, lady,\nAnd every one that did him wrang,\nHe hit them oer the nose, lady.\n225I.13 \u2018I[\u2019m] as bold, I[\u2019m] as bold,\nI[\u2019m] as bold, and more, lady,\nAnd every one that does me wrong\nShall feel my good claymore, lady.\n225I.14 \u2018You need not fear our country cheer,\nYe\u2019se hae good entertain, lady;\nFor ye shall hae a feather-bed,\nBoth lang and broad and green, lady.\n225I.15 \u2018Come, be content, come, be content,\nCome, be content and stay, lady,\nAnd never think of going back\nUntil yer dying day, lady.\u2019\n225I.16 Twa held her up before the priest,\nFour laid her in her bed,\nAnd sae mournfully she weeping cry\u2019d\nWhen she by him was laid!\n225I.17 \u2018Come, dinna think, come dinna think,\nCome, dinna think to ly, lady;\nYou\u2019ll surely think yersell weel matchd\nOn sic a lad as me, lady.\n225I.18 \u2018Come, be content, come, be content,\nCome, be content and stay, lady,\nAnd never think of going back\nUntil your dying day, lady.\u2019\n225J: Rob Roy\n225J.1 FROM Drunkie in the Highlands,\nWith four and twenty men,\nRob Oig is cam, a lady fair\nTo carry from the plain.\n225J.2 Glengyle and James with him are cam,\nTo steal Jean Mitchell\u2019s dauchter,\nAnd they have borne her far away,\nTo haud his house in order.\n225J.3 And he has taen Jean Key\u2019s white hand,\nAnd torn her grass-green sleeve,\nAnd rudely tyed her on his horse,\nAt her friends asked nae leave.\n225J.4 They rode till they cam to Ballyshine,\nAt Ballyshine they tarried;\nNae time he gave her to be dressed,\nIn cotton gown her married.\n225J.5 Three held her up before the priest,\nFour carried her to bed, O;\nWi watery eyes and mournfu sighs\nShe in bed wi Rob was laid, O.\n225J.6 \u2018Haud far awa from me, Rob Oig,\nHaud far awa from me!\nBefore I lose my maidenhead,\nI\u2019ll try my strength with thee.\u2019\n225J.7 She\u2019s torn the cap from off her head\nAnd thrown it to the way,\nBut ere she lost her maidenhead\nShe fought with him till day.\n225J.8 \u2018Wae fa, Rob Oig, upon your head,\nFor you have ravished me,\nAnd taen from me my maidenhead;\nO would that I could dee!\u2019\n225J.9 \u2018My father he is Rob Roy called,\nAnd he has cows and ewes,\nAnd you are now my wedded wife,\nAnd can nae longer chuse.\u2019\n225K: Rob Roy\n225K.1 ROB ROY frae the Highlands came\nDoun to our Lowland border;\nIt was to steal a lady away,\nTo haud his house in order.\n225K.2 With four-and-twenty Highland men,\nHis arms for to carry,\nHe came to steal Blackhill\u2019s daughter,\nThat lady for to marry.\n225K.3 Nae ane kend o his comming,\nNae tiddings came before him,\nElse the lady woud hae been away,\nFor still did she abhore him.\n225K.4 They guarded doors and windows round,\nNane coud their plot discover;\nRob Roy enterd then alane,\nExpressing how he lovd her.\n225K.5 \u2018Come go with me, my dear,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Come go with me, my honey,\nAnd ye shall be my wedded wife,\nFor I love you best of any.\u2019\n225K.6 \u2018I will not go with you,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018I\u2019ll never be your honey;\nI will not be your wedded wife,\nYour love is for my money.\u2019\n225K.7 They woud not stay till she was drest\nAs ladies when thei\u2019r brides, O,\nBut hurried her awa in haste,\nAnd rowd her in their plaids, O.\n225K.8 He drew her out among his crew,\nShe holding by her mother;\nWith mournful cries and watry eyes\nThey parted from each other.\n225K.9 He placed her upon a steed,\nThen jumped on behind her,\nAnd they are to the Highlands gone,\nHer friends they cannot find her.\n225K.10 With many a heavy sob and wail,\nThey saw, as they stood by her,\nShe was so guarded round about\nHer friends could not come nigh her.\n225K.11 Her mournful cries were often heard,\nBut no aid came unto her;\nThey guarded her on every side\nThat they could not resc\u00fce her.\n225K.12 Over rugged hills and dales\nThey rode; the lady fainted;\nCried, Woe be to my cursed gold\nThat has such roads invented!\n225K.13 As they came in by Drimmen town\nAnd in by Edingarry,\nHe bought to her both cloak and gown,\nStill thinking she would marry.\n225K.14 As they went down yon bonny burn-side,\nThey at Buchanan tarried;\nHe clothed her there as a bride,\nYet she would not be married.\n225K.15 Without consent they joind their hands,\nWhich law ought not to carry;\nHis passion waxed now so hot\nHe could no longer tarry.\n225K.16 Two held her up before the priest,\nFour laid her in the bed then,\nWith sighs and cries and watery eyes\nWhen she was laid beside him.\n225K.17 \u2018Ye are come to our Highland hills,\nFar frae thy native clan, lady;\nNever think of going back,\nBut take it for thy home, lady.\n225K.18 \u2018I\u2019ll be kind, I\u2019ll be kind,\nI\u2019ll be kind to thee, lady;\nAll the country, for thy sake,\nShall surely favourd be, lady.\n225K.19 \u2018Rob Roy was my father calld,\nMacGregor was his name, lady,\nAnd all the country where he dwelt\nHe did exceed for fame, lady.\n225K.20 \u2018Now or then, now or then,\nNow or then deny, lady;\nDon\u2019t you think yourself well of\nWith a pretty man like I, lady?\n225K.21 \u2018He was a hedge about his friends,\nA heckle to his foes, lady,\nAnd all that did him any wrong,\nHe took them by the nose, lady.\n225K.22 \u2018Don\u2019t think, don\u2019t think,\nDon\u2019t think I lie, lady,\nYe may know the truth by what\nWas done in your country, lad\u2019y.\n225K.23 \u2018My father delights in cows and horse,\nLikewise in goats and sheep, lady,\nAnd you with thirty thousand marks\nMakes me a man complete, lady.\n225K.24 \u2018Be content, be content,\nBe content and stay, lady;\nNow ye are my wedded wife\nUntill your dying day, lady.\n225K.25 \u2018Your friends will all seek after me,\nBut I\u2019ll give them the scorn, lady;\nBefore dragoons come oer the Forth,\nWe shall be doun by Lorn, lady.\n225K.26 \u2018I am bold, I am bold,\nBut bolder than before, lady;\nAny one dare come this way\nShall feel my good claymore, lady.\n225K.27 \u2018We shall cross the raging seas,\nWe shall go to France, lady;\nThere we\u2019ll gar the piper play,\nAnd then we\u2019ll have a dance, lady.\n225K.28 \u2018Shake a foot, shake a foot,\nShake a foot wi me, lady,\nAnd ye shall be my wedded wife\nUntil the day ye die, lady.\u2019\n225[L]: Rob Roy\n225[L].1 Rob Roy\u2019s from the Highlands come\nDown to the Lowland border,\nAn there he\u2019s stole a fair lady away,\nTo keep his house in order.\n225[L.2] As he came in by Blackhill gate,\nTwenty men his arms did carry,\nAnd he has stole a fair lady away,\nOn purpose hir to marry.\n225[L.3] No tidings came unto the house,\nNor none went in before him,\nOr else she had been run away,\nFor she did still abhor him.\n225[L.4] But with his men he surunded the house,\nHimself went in unto hir,\nAnd when that he had found her out\nHe profest how much he lovt hir.\n225[L.5] \u2018O wilt thou be my dear?\u2019 he says,\n\u2018O wilt thou be my hony?\nO wilt thou be my wedded wife?\nFor I love you far better than ony.\u2019\n225[L.6] \u2018I will not be your dear,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018I will not be your honey,\nI will not be your wedded wife;\nYou love me for my money.\u2019\n225[L.7] But he hir drew amongst his crew,\nShe holding by hir mother;\nWith doleful cries and watry eyes\nThe parted from each other.\n225[L.8] He gave hir no time for to dress\nAs brides do when the marry,\nBut fast he hurried hir away,\nAnd rowd hir in his plaidy.\n225[L.9] He set hir on a milk-white steed,\nHimslef lept on behind hir,\nAnd he has carried hir away,\nHir friends the could not find hir.\n225[L.10] The lady\u2019s cries were oftimes heard,\nBut none durst venture to hir;\nShe gaurded was on every side,\nHir friends could not rescue hir.\n225[L.11] As the went over hills and rocks,\nThe lady oftimes fainted;\nCries, Wo be to my curst mony,\nThese roads to me invented.\n225[L.12] As the came in by Drummond town\nAnd at Bachannan tarried,\nHe bought to her a cloak and gown,\nYet wad she not be married.\n225[L.13] And when she came the priest before\nHe askd if she would marry,\nBut the parson\u2019s zeal it was so hot\nFor her will he did not tarry.\n225[L.14] Four held hir up before the priest,\nTow laid hir in hir bed, O,\nBut still she cried, with watry eyes,\nWhen she was by him laid O.\n225[L.15] \u2018Now you\u2019r to the Highlands come,\nOut of your native clime, lady,\nNever think of going back,\nBut tak it for your hame, lady.\n225[L.16] \u2018Be content, be content,\nBe content to stay, lady,\nNow you are my wedded wife,\nUntil your dying day, lady.\n225[L.17] \u2018Rob Roy was my father calld,\nMcGregor was his name, lady,\nAnd all the country where he dwelt\nNone could exceed his fame, lady.\n225[L.18] \u2018I\u2019ll be kind, I\u2019ll be kind,\nI\u2019ll be kind to thee, lady,\nA\u2019 thy kindred for thy sake\nShall truly favoured be, lady.\n225[L.19] \u2018My father reignd as Highland king,\nAnd ruled at his will, lady,\nThere was nether lord nor duke\nDurst do him ony ill, lady.\n225[L.20] \u2018Ay through time, ay through time,\nAy through time was he, lady,\nFilled was w[ith] sweet revenge\nOn a\u2019 his enemys, lady.\n225[L.21] \u2018He was a hedge about his friends,\nA heckle till his foes, lady,\nAnd every ane that did him rang,\nHe took them oer the nose, lady.\n225[L.22] \u2018I\u2019m as bold, I\u2019m as bold,\n[As bold] as forest boar, lady,\nEvery ane that does thee rang\nShall feell my stell claymore, lady.\n225[L.23] \u2018Neer a man from Highlands came\nThat ever did him dare, lady,\nBut if those persons did escape\nHe sized upon there gear, lady.\nAy through time, etc.\n225[L.24] \u2018My father dealt in horse and cows,\nBut thou in goats and sheep, lady,\nThre and twenty thousand merk\nMakes me a man complete, lady.\nBe content, etc.\n225[L.25] \u2018Of all the exploits my father did\nI do him now outshine, lady;\nHe never took a prize in \u2019s life\nWith sic a face as thine, lady.\u2019","title":"The Child Ballads: 225. Rob Roy","type":"page"}