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RISE 1 up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas, she says, | |
And put on your armour so bright, | |
Let it never be said that a daughter of thine | |
Was married to a lord under night. | |
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Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons, | 5 |
And put on your armour so bright, | |
And take better care of your youngest sister. | |
For your eldests awa 2 the last night. | |
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Hes mounted her on a milk-white steed, | |
And himself on a dapple grey, | 10 |
With a bugelet horn hung down by his side, | |
And lightly they rode away. | |
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Lord William lookit oer his left shoulder, | |
To see what he could see, | |
And there he spyd her seven brethren bold, | 15 |
Come riding over the lee. | |
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Light down, light down, Lady Margret, he said, | |
And hold my steed in your hand, | |
Until that against your seven brethren bold, | |
And your father I mak a stand. | 20 |
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She held his steed in her milk-white hand, | |
And never shed one tear, | |
Until that she saw her seven brethren fa, | |
And her father hard fighting, who lovd her so dear. | |
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O hold your hand, Lord William! she said, | 25 |
For your strokes they are wondrous sair; | |
True lovers I can get many a ane, | |
But a father I can never get mair. | |
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O shes taen out her handkerchief, | |
It was o the holland sae fine, | 30 |
And aye she dighted 3 her fathers bloody wounds, | |
That were redder than the wine. | |
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O chuse, O chuse, Lady Margret, he said, | |
O whether will ye gang or bide? | |
Ill gang, Ill gang, Lord William, she said, | 35 |
For ye have left me no other guide. | |
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Hes lifted her on a milk-white steed, | |
And himself on a dapple grey, | |
With a bugelet horn hung down by his side, | |
And slowly they baith rade away. | 40 |
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O they rade on, and on they rade, | |
And a by the light of the moon, | |
Until they came to yon wan water, | |
And there they lighted down. | |
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They lighted down to tak a drink | 45 |
Of the spring that ran sae clear, | |
And down the stream ran his gude hearts blood, | |
And sair she gan to fear. | |
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Hold up, hold up, Lord William, she says, | |
For I fear that you are slain; | 50 |
Tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak, | |
That shines in the water sae plain. | |
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O they rade on, and on they rade, | |
And a by the light of the moon, | |
Until they cam to his mothers ha door, | 55 |
And there they lighted down. | |
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Get up, get up, lady mother, he says, | |
Get up, and let me in! | |
Get up, get up, lady mother, he says, | |
For this night my fair lady Ive win. | 60 |
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O mak my bed, lady mother, he says, | |
O make it braid and deep, | |
And lay lady Margret close at my back, | |
And the sounder I will sleep. | |
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Lord William was dead lang ere midnight, | 65 |
Lady Margret lang ere day, | |
And all true lovers that go thegither, | |
May they have mair luck than they! | |
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Lord William was buried in St. Marys kirk, | |
Lady Margret in Marys quire; | 70 |
Out o the ladys grave grew a bonny red rose, | |
And out o the knights a brier. | |
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And they twa met, and they twa plat, 4 | |
And fain they wad be near; | |
And a the warld might ken right weel | 75 |
They were twa lovers dear. | |
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But bye and rade the Black Douglas, | |
And wow but he was rough! | |
For he pulld up the bonny brier, | |
And Flangt in St. Marys Loch. | 80 |