223. Epie Morrie
223a: Epie Morrie
223a.1 Four-and-twenty Highland men
Came a from Carrie side
To steal awa Eppie Morrie,
Cause she would not be a bride.
223A.2 Out its came her mother,
It was a moonlight night,
She could not see her daughter,
Their swords they shind so bright.
223A.3 Haud far awa frae me, mother,
Haud far awa frae me;
Theres not a man in a Strathdon
Shall wedded be with me.
223A.4 They have taken Eppie Morrie,
And horse back bound her on,
And then awa to the Minister,
As fast as horse could gang.
223A.5 Hes taken out a pistol,
And set it to the ministers breast:
Marry me, marry me, minister,
Or else Ill be your priest.
223A.6 Haud far awa frae me, good sir,
Haud far awa frae me;
For theres not a man in all Strathdon
That shall married be with me.
223A.7 Haud far awa frae me, Willie,
Haud far awa frae me;
For I darna avow to marry you,
Except shes as willing as ye.
223A.8 They have taken Eppie Morrie,
Since better could nae be,
And theyre awa to Carrie side,
As fast as horse could flee.
223A.9 When mass was sung, and bells were rung,
And all were bound for bed,
Then Willie an Eppie Morrie
In one bed they were laid.
223a.10 Haud far awa frae me, Willie,
Haud far awa frae me;
Before Ill lose my maidenhead,
Ill try my strength with thee.
223a.11 She took the cap from off her head
And threw it to the way;
Said, Ere I lose my maidenhead,
Ill fight with you till day.
223a.12 Then early in the morning,
Before her clothes were on,
In came the maiden of Scalletter,
Gown and shirt alone.
223a.13 Get up, get up, young woman,
And drink the wine wi me;
You might have called me maiden,
Im sure as leal as thee.
223a.14 Wally fa you, Willie,
That ye could nae prove a man
And taen the lassies maidenhead!
She would have hired your han.
223a.15 Haud far awa frae me, lady,
Haud far awa frae me;
Theres not a man in a Strathdon
The day shall wed wi me.
223a.16 Soon in there came Belbordlane,
With a pistol on every side:
Come awa hame, Eppie Morrie,
And there youll be my bride.
223a.17 Go get to me a horse, Willie,
And get it like a man,
And send me back to my mother
A maiden as I cam.
223a.18 The sun shines oer the westlin hills;
By the light lamp of the moon,
Just saddle your horse, young John Forsyth,
And whistle, and Ill come soon.
223a.1 Four-and-twenty Highland men
Came a from Carrie side
To steal awa Eppie Morrie,
Cause she would not be a bride.
223A.2 Out its came her mother,
It was a moonlight night,
She could not see her daughter,
Their swords they shind so bright.
223A.3 Haud far awa frae me, mother,
Haud far awa frae me;
Theres not a man in a Strathdon
Shall wedded be with me.
223A.4 They have taken Eppie Morrie,
And horse back bound her on,
And then awa to the Minister,
As fast as horse could gang.
223A.5 Hes taken out a pistol,
And set it to the ministers breast:
Marry me, marry me, minister,
Or else Ill be your priest.
223A.6 Haud far awa frae me, good sir,
Haud far awa frae me;
For theres not a man in all Strathdon
That shall married be with me.
223A.7 Haud far awa frae me, Willie,
Haud far awa frae me;
For I darna avow to marry you,
Except shes as willing as ye.
223A.8 They have taken Eppie Morrie,
Since better could nae be,
And theyre awa to Carrie side,
As fast as horse could flee.
223A.9 When mass was sung, and bells were rung,
And all were bound for bed,
Then Willie an Eppie Morrie
In one bed they were laid.
223a.10 Haud far awa frae me, Willie,
Haud far awa frae me;
Before Ill lose my maidenhead,
Ill try my strength with thee.
223a.11 She took the cap from off her head
And threw it to the way;
Said, Ere I lose my maidenhead,
Ill fight with you till day.
223a.12 Then early in the morning,
Before her clothes were on,
In came the maiden of Scalletter,
Gown and shirt alone.
223a.13 Get up, get up, young woman,
And drink the wine wi me;
You might have called me maiden,
Im sure as leal as thee.
223a.14 Wally fa you, Willie,
That ye could nae prove a man
And taen the lassies maidenhead!
She would have hired your han.
223a.15 Haud far awa frae me, lady,
Haud far awa frae me;
Theres not a man in a Strathdon
The day shall wed wi me.
223a.16 Soon in there came Belbordlane,
With a pistol on every side:
Come awa hame, Eppie Morrie,
And there youll be my bride.
223a.17 Go get to me a horse, Willie,
And get it like a man,
And send me back to my mother
A maiden as I cam.
223a.18 The sun shines oer the westlin hills;
By the light lamp of the moon,
Just saddle your horse, young John Forsyth,
And whistle, and Ill come soon.
