236. The Laird O Drum
236a: The Laird O Drum
236a.1 O It fell out upon a day,
When Drums was going to ride, O
And there he met with a well-fard may,
Keeping her flocks on yon side. O
236a.2 O fair may, O rare may,
Can not you fancy me?
Of a the lasses here about
I like nane so well as thee.
236A.3 Set your love on another, kind sir,
Set it not on me,
For Im not fit to be your bride,
And your whore Ill never be.
236A.4 Drums is to her father gane,
Keeping his flocks on yon hill,
And he has gotten his consent,
And the maid was at his will.
236A.5 My daughter can neither read nor write,
She was neer brought up at school;
But well can she milk cow and ewe,
And make a kebbuck well.
236A.6 Shell winn in your barn at bear-seed time,
Cast out your muck at Yule;
Shell saddle your steed in time o need,
Draw aff your boots hersell.
236A.7 Have not I no clergymen?
Pay I no clergy fee?
Ill school her as I think fit,
And as I think fit to be.
236A.8 Drums is to the Highlands gane
For to be made ready,
And a the gentry thereabout
Says, Yonder comes Drums and his lady.
236A.9 Peggy Coutts is a very bonnie bride,
And Drums is a wealthy laddie;
But Drums might hae chosen a higher match
Than any shepherds daughter.
236a.10 Then up bespake his brother John,
Says, Brother youve done us wrong;
Youve married ane below our degree,
A stain to a our kin.
236a.11 Hold your tongue, my brother John,
I have done you no wrong;
For Ive married ane to wirk and win,
And yeve married ane to spend.
236a.12 The last time that I had a wife,
She was above my degree;
I durst not come in her presence
But with my hat on my knee.
236a.13 There was four-and-twenty gentlemen
Stood at the yetts o Drum;
There was na ane amang them a
That welcomd his lady in.
236a.14 Hes taen her by the milk-white hand
And led her in himsell,
And in thro has and thro bowers,
And youre welcome, Lady o Drum.
236a.15 Thrice he kissd her cherry cheek,
And thrice her cherry chin,
And twenty times her comely mouth,
And youre welcome, Lady o Drum.
236a.16 Ye shall be cook in my kitchen,
Butler in my ha;
Ye shall be lady at my command
When I ride far awa.
236a.17 But what will I do when auld Drum dies,
When auld Drum dies and leaves me?
Then Ill tak back my word again,
And the Coutts will come and see me.
* * * * *
236b: The Laird O Drum
236b.1 There was a knight, [an a gallant knight,]
An a gallant knight was he,
An hes faen in love
Wi his shepherds daghterie.
236b.2....
He could neither gang nor ride,
He fell so deep in her fancy,
Till his nose began to bleed.
236B.3 Bonny may, an bra may,
Canna ye on me rue?
By a the maid[s] I ever saw,
There is nane I loo by you.
236B.4 Yer a shepherds ae daghter,
An Im a barrons son;
An what pleasure I wad hae
To see ye gae out an in!
236B.5 Im a shepherds ae dochter,
An yer a barrons son;
An there is nae pleasure I could ha
To see ye gae out or in.
236b.6....
....
For I wadna gie the fancy of my bonny love
For na love nor favour o you.
236B.7 Bonny may, an bra may,
Canna ye on me rue?
By a the maids I ever saw
There is nane I loo by you.
236B.8 Lay ne yer fancy, sir, on me, she says,
Lay na yer fancy on me;
For Im our low to be your bride,
An yer quine Ill never be.
236B.9 For I will wear nane o yer silks,
Nor nane o yer scarlet claes;
For the hue o the whin shall be my gown,
An I will gae as I pleas.
236b.10....
...
Yer na our laigh to be my bride,
An my quine yes never be.
236b.11 Bonny may, and bra may,
Winna ye on me rue?
By a the maids I ever see,
Theres nane I loo but you.
236b.12 Gin ye ha faen so deep in my fancy
Ye can neither gan[g] nor ride,
Gae tak me to the middle o the ring,
An bring me guid companie.
236b.13 He has taen her by the milk-white hand
And led her thro haas an bowers:
Yer the chioce of my heart,
An a I hae is yours.
236b.14 He took her by the milk-white hand
And led her out and in:
Yer the choice o my heart,
My dear, yer welcome in.
236b.15 Out spake his brither John,
Brither, ye ha done great wrong;
Ye hae married a wife this night
Disdained by a yer kin.
236b.16 Hold yer tong, my brither John,
For I hae don na wrong;
For I ha married a wife to... ,
An ye ha ane to spend.
236c: The Laird O Drum
236c.1 There was a shepherds daughter
Sheering at the bear,
And by cam the Laird o Drum,
On an evening clear.
236c.2 O will ye fancy me, fair maid?
O will ye fancy me?
O will ye fancy me, fair maid,
An lat the sheering be?
236c.3 O say na sae again, kind sir,
O say na sae again;
Im owr low to be your bride,
Yer born owr high a man.
236C.4 Said, Fair maid, O rare maid,
Will ye on me rue?
Amang a the lasses o the land
I fancy nane but you.
236C.5 Lay your love on another, she said,
And lay it not on me,
For Im owr low to be your bride,
Your miss Ill never be.
236C.6 Yonder is my father dear,
Wi hogs upon yon hill;
Gif ye get but his consent,
I shall be at your will.
236C.7 Hes taen him to her father dear,
Keeps hogs upon yon hill,
An he has gotten his consent,
The may was at his will.
236C.8 My daughter canna read or write,
She never was at school;
Weel can she milk cow and ewe,
An serve your house fu weel.
236C.9 Weel can she shack you barns
And gae to mill an kill,
Saddle your steed in time o need,
And draw your boots hirsel.
236c.10 She canna wear your silk sae fine,
Nor yet your silver clear;
The hue o the ewe man be her weed,
Altho she was your dear.
236c.11 Hes wedded the shepherds daughter,
An he has taen her hame;
Hes wedded the shepherds daughter,
And led her on to Drum.
236c.12 There were four an twenty bold barons
Stood at the yet o Drum;
There was na ane amang them a
That welcomd his lady hame.
236c.13 Out then spak his brother dear,
Says, Yev done mickel wrong;
Yev wedded a mean woman,
The lack o a her kin.
236c.14 I never did thee wrong, brother,
I never did thee wrong;
Ive wedded a woman to work and win,
An ye hae ane to spen.
236c.15 The last woman I wedded
Was aboon my degree;
I could na sit in her presence
But wi hat upon my knee.
236c.16 Hes taen her by the milk-white hand
An led her but an ben,
An in the ha, amang them a,
Hes hailed her Lady Drum.
236c.17 Now Ive wedded the Shepherds daughter,
An I hae brought her hame,
In the ha, amang ye a,
She is welcome hame to Drum.
236d: The Laird O Drum
236d.1 The laird o Drum is a hunting gane,
All in a morning early,
And he did spy a well-fard may,
Was shearing at her barley.
236d.2 O will ye fancy me, fair may,
And let your shearing be, O
And gang and be the lady o Drum?
O will ye fancy me? O
236d.3 I winna fancy you, she says,
Nor let my shearing be;
For Im ower low to be Lady Drum,
And your miss Id scorn to be.
236D.4 But yell cast aff that gown o grey,
Put on the silk and scarlet;
Ill make a vow, and keep it true,
Youll neither be miss nor harlot.
236D.5 Then dee you to my father dear,
Keeps sheep on yonder hill;
To ony thing he bids me do
Im always at his will.
236D.6 He has gane to her father dear,
Keeps sheep on yonder hill:
Im come to marry your ae daughter,
If yell gie me your gude will.
236D.7 Shell shake your barn, and winna your corn,
And gang to mill and kill;
In time of need shell saddle your steed;
And Ill draw your boots mysell.
236d.8 O wha will bake my bridal bread,
And wha will brew my ale,
And wha will welcome my lady hame,
Its mair than I can tell.
236D.9 Four and twenty gentle knights
Gied in at the yetts o Drum;
But nae a man lifted his hat
Whan the lady o Drum came in.
236d.10 But he has taen her by the hand,
And led her but and ben;
Says, Your welcome hame, my lady Drum,
For this is your ain land.
236d.11 For he has taen her by the hand,
And led her thro the ha;
Says, Your welcome hame, my lady Drum,
To your bowers ane and a.
236d.12 Then he[s] stript her o the robes o grey,
Drest her in the robes o gold,
And taen her father the sheep-keeping,
Made him a bailie bold.
236d.13 She wasna forty weeks his wife
Till she brought hame a son;
She was as well a loved lady
As ever was in Drum.
236d.14 Out it speaks his brother dear,
Says, Youve dune us great wrang;
Youve married a wife below your degree,
Shes a mock to all our kin.
236d.15 Out then spake the Laird of Drum,
Says, Ive dune you nae wrang;
Ive married a wife to win my bread,
Youve married ane to spend.
236d.16 For the last time that I was married,
She was far abeen my degree;
She wadna gang to the bonny yetts o Drum
But the pearlin abeen her ee,
And I durstna gang in the room where she was
But my hat below my knee.
236d.17 When they had eaten and well drunken,
And all men bound for bed,
The Laird o Drum and his lady gay
In ae bed they were laid.
236d.18 Gin ye had been o high renown,
As ye are o low degree,
We might hae baith gane down the streets
Amang gude companie.
236d.19 I tauld you ere we were wed
You were far abeen my degree;
But now Im married, in your bed laid,
And just as gude as ye.
236d.20 Gin ye were dead, and I were dead,
And baith in grave had lain,
Ere seven years were at an end,
Theyd not ken your dust frae mine.
236e: The Laird O Drum
236e.1 The Laird of Drum is a wooing gane,
All in a morning early,
And there he spied a weel-fard may,
She was shearing at her barley.
236E.2 Will you fancy me, my bonny may,
And will you fancy me? O
And will you come and be Lady Drum,
And let your shearing a be? O
236e.3 Its I winna fancy you, kind sir,
I winna fancy thee;
For Im too low to be lady o Drum,
And your whore I would scorn to be.
236E.4 Yell cast aff the robes of gray,
And put on the silk and the scarlet,
And here to you Ill make a vow
Yese neither be whore nor harlot.
236e.5 I winna cast aff the robes o gray,
To put on the silk and the scarlet,
But Ill wear the colour of the ewe,
For they set me better that a that.
236E.6 But yell do you doun to my father dear,
Keeping sheep on yonder hill,
And the first ae thing that he bids me Ill do,
For I wirk aye at his will.
236E.7 Hes done him doun to her father dear,
Keeping sheep on yonder hill:
Ye hae a pretty creature for your daughter;
Dear me! but I like her well.
236E.8 Its she can neither read nor write,
She was never brought up at the squeel;
She canna wash your china cups,
Nor yet mak a dish o tea.
236E.9 But well can she do a ither thing,
For I learnt the girly mysell;
Shell fill in your barn, and winnow your corn,
Shell gang to your kill and your mill,
And, time o need, shell saddle your steed,
And draw your boots hersell.
236e.10 Wha will bake my bridal bread,
And wah will brew my ale?
Wha will welcome my lady in?
For its more than I can tell.
236e.11 There was four-and-twenty gentlemen
Stood a in the yetts o Drum,
But there was nane o them lifted their hats
To welcome the young lady in.
236e.12 But up spake his ae brither,
Says, Brither, ye hae done wrang;
Ye have married a wife this day
A lauch to a our kin.
236e.13 Ive married ane to win my bread,
But ye married ane to spend;
But as langs Im able to walk to the yetts o Drum
On me she may depend.
236e.14 The last lady that I did wed
Was far above my command;
I durst not enter the bower where she was
But my hat low in my hand.
236e.15 When bells were rung, and mass was sung,
And a man bound for bed,
The Laird o Drum and the Shepherds dother
In one bed they were laid.
236e.16 If ye were come o noble bleed
An were as high as me,
We could gang to the yetts o Drum
Amangst gueed companie.
236e.17 I tald you ere we was wed
I was oer low for thee,
But now we are wedd and in ae bed laid,
And you must be content wi me.
236e.18 For an ye were dead, an I were dead,
And laid in the dust low down,
When we were baith turnd up again
Wha could ken your mould frae mine?
236f: The Laird O Drum
236f.1 Oh, will ye fancy me, fair maid?
Oh, will ye fancy me? O
Or will ye go to be ladye o the Drum,
An let a your shearin abe? O
An let a your shearin abe? O
An let a your shearin abe? O
236f.2 I can neither read nor write,
Nor neer been brocht up at schule;
But I can do all other things,
An keep a hoose richt weel.
236F.3 My faither hes a puir shepherd-man,
Herds his hogs on yonder hill;
Gin ye will go get his consent,
Then Ill be at your call.
236F.4 He has gane to her father,
That herds hogs on yonder hill;
He said, Youve got a pretty daughter,
Id fain tak her to my sel.
236F.5 She can neither read nor write,
Was neer brocht up at schule;
But she can do all other things,
An I learnt aye the lassie my sel.
236F.6 Shell milk your cows, shell carry your corn,
Shell gang to the mill or the kiln;
Shell saddle your steed at any time of need,
And shell brush up your boots hersel.
236F.7 Its who will bake my bridal bread?
Or who will brew my ale?
Or who will welcome this bonnie lassie in?
For its more than I can tell.
236F.8 Theres four-and-twenty gentlemen
Stand doun at the gate o the Drum;
Not one of them all would take off his hat
For to welcome the bonnie lassie in.
236f.9....
....
Oh, brother, youve married a wife this day
A disgrace to all our kin.
236f.10 Oh, brother, Ive married a wife to win,
And yeve got one to spen,
And as long as the bonnie lassie walks out and in
She shall aye be the ladye o the Drum.
236f.11 When all was done, and no bells rung,
And all men bound for their bed,
The laird and the shepherds bonnie daughter
In one bed they were laid.
236f.12 Though Im not of as noble blood,
Nor yet of as high degree,
Now I lie locked in your arms two,
And you must be contented wi me.
236f.13 If you were dead, and I were dead,
And baith laid in one grave,
If we were baith to be raised up again,
Wha would ken your dust frae mine?
236a.1 O It fell out upon a day,
When Drums was going to ride, O
And there he met with a well-fard may,
Keeping her flocks on yon side. O
236a.2 O fair may, O rare may,
Can not you fancy me?
Of a the lasses here about
I like nane so well as thee.
236A.3 Set your love on another, kind sir,
Set it not on me,
For Im not fit to be your bride,
And your whore Ill never be.
236A.4 Drums is to her father gane,
Keeping his flocks on yon hill,
And he has gotten his consent,
And the maid was at his will.
236A.5 My daughter can neither read nor write,
She was neer brought up at school;
But well can she milk cow and ewe,
And make a kebbuck well.
236A.6 Shell winn in your barn at bear-seed time,
Cast out your muck at Yule;
Shell saddle your steed in time o need,
Draw aff your boots hersell.
236A.7 Have not I no clergymen?
Pay I no clergy fee?
Ill school her as I think fit,
And as I think fit to be.
236A.8 Drums is to the Highlands gane
For to be made ready,
And a the gentry thereabout
Says, Yonder comes Drums and his lady.
236A.9 Peggy Coutts is a very bonnie bride,
And Drums is a wealthy laddie;
But Drums might hae chosen a higher match
Than any shepherds daughter.
236a.10 Then up bespake his brother John,
Says, Brother youve done us wrong;
Youve married ane below our degree,
A stain to a our kin.
236a.11 Hold your tongue, my brother John,
I have done you no wrong;
For Ive married ane to wirk and win,
And yeve married ane to spend.
236a.12 The last time that I had a wife,
She was above my degree;
I durst not come in her presence
But with my hat on my knee.
236a.13 There was four-and-twenty gentlemen
Stood at the yetts o Drum;
There was na ane amang them a
That welcomd his lady in.
236a.14 Hes taen her by the milk-white hand
And led her in himsell,
And in thro has and thro bowers,
And youre welcome, Lady o Drum.
236a.15 Thrice he kissd her cherry cheek,
And thrice her cherry chin,
And twenty times her comely mouth,
And youre welcome, Lady o Drum.
236a.16 Ye shall be cook in my kitchen,
Butler in my ha;
Ye shall be lady at my command
When I ride far awa.
236a.17 But what will I do when auld Drum dies,
When auld Drum dies and leaves me?
Then Ill tak back my word again,
And the Coutts will come and see me.
* * * * *
236b: The Laird O Drum
236b.1 There was a knight, [an a gallant knight,]
An a gallant knight was he,
An hes faen in love
Wi his shepherds daghterie.
236b.2....
He could neither gang nor ride,
He fell so deep in her fancy,
Till his nose began to bleed.
236B.3 Bonny may, an bra may,
Canna ye on me rue?
By a the maid[s] I ever saw,
There is nane I loo by you.
236B.4 Yer a shepherds ae daghter,
An Im a barrons son;
An what pleasure I wad hae
To see ye gae out an in!
236B.5 Im a shepherds ae dochter,
An yer a barrons son;
An there is nae pleasure I could ha
To see ye gae out or in.
236b.6....
....
For I wadna gie the fancy of my bonny love
For na love nor favour o you.
236B.7 Bonny may, an bra may,
Canna ye on me rue?
By a the maids I ever saw
There is nane I loo by you.
236B.8 Lay ne yer fancy, sir, on me, she says,
Lay na yer fancy on me;
For Im our low to be your bride,
An yer quine Ill never be.
236B.9 For I will wear nane o yer silks,
Nor nane o yer scarlet claes;
For the hue o the whin shall be my gown,
An I will gae as I pleas.
236b.10....
...
Yer na our laigh to be my bride,
An my quine yes never be.
236b.11 Bonny may, and bra may,
Winna ye on me rue?
By a the maids I ever see,
Theres nane I loo but you.
236b.12 Gin ye ha faen so deep in my fancy
Ye can neither gan[g] nor ride,
Gae tak me to the middle o the ring,
An bring me guid companie.
236b.13 He has taen her by the milk-white hand
And led her thro haas an bowers:
Yer the chioce of my heart,
An a I hae is yours.
236b.14 He took her by the milk-white hand
And led her out and in:
Yer the choice o my heart,
My dear, yer welcome in.
236b.15 Out spake his brither John,
Brither, ye ha done great wrong;
Ye hae married a wife this night
Disdained by a yer kin.
236b.16 Hold yer tong, my brither John,
For I hae don na wrong;
For I ha married a wife to... ,
An ye ha ane to spend.
236c: The Laird O Drum
236c.1 There was a shepherds daughter
Sheering at the bear,
And by cam the Laird o Drum,
On an evening clear.
236c.2 O will ye fancy me, fair maid?
O will ye fancy me?
O will ye fancy me, fair maid,
An lat the sheering be?
236c.3 O say na sae again, kind sir,
O say na sae again;
Im owr low to be your bride,
Yer born owr high a man.
236C.4 Said, Fair maid, O rare maid,
Will ye on me rue?
Amang a the lasses o the land
I fancy nane but you.
236C.5 Lay your love on another, she said,
And lay it not on me,
For Im owr low to be your bride,
Your miss Ill never be.
236C.6 Yonder is my father dear,
Wi hogs upon yon hill;
Gif ye get but his consent,
I shall be at your will.
236C.7 Hes taen him to her father dear,
Keeps hogs upon yon hill,
An he has gotten his consent,
The may was at his will.
236C.8 My daughter canna read or write,
She never was at school;
Weel can she milk cow and ewe,
An serve your house fu weel.
236C.9 Weel can she shack you barns
And gae to mill an kill,
Saddle your steed in time o need,
And draw your boots hirsel.
236c.10 She canna wear your silk sae fine,
Nor yet your silver clear;
The hue o the ewe man be her weed,
Altho she was your dear.
236c.11 Hes wedded the shepherds daughter,
An he has taen her hame;
Hes wedded the shepherds daughter,
And led her on to Drum.
236c.12 There were four an twenty bold barons
Stood at the yet o Drum;
There was na ane amang them a
That welcomd his lady hame.
236c.13 Out then spak his brother dear,
Says, Yev done mickel wrong;
Yev wedded a mean woman,
The lack o a her kin.
236c.14 I never did thee wrong, brother,
I never did thee wrong;
Ive wedded a woman to work and win,
An ye hae ane to spen.
236c.15 The last woman I wedded
Was aboon my degree;
I could na sit in her presence
But wi hat upon my knee.
236c.16 Hes taen her by the milk-white hand
An led her but an ben,
An in the ha, amang them a,
Hes hailed her Lady Drum.
236c.17 Now Ive wedded the Shepherds daughter,
An I hae brought her hame,
In the ha, amang ye a,
She is welcome hame to Drum.
236d: The Laird O Drum
236d.1 The laird o Drum is a hunting gane,
All in a morning early,
And he did spy a well-fard may,
Was shearing at her barley.
236d.2 O will ye fancy me, fair may,
And let your shearing be, O
And gang and be the lady o Drum?
O will ye fancy me? O
236d.3 I winna fancy you, she says,
Nor let my shearing be;
For Im ower low to be Lady Drum,
And your miss Id scorn to be.
236D.4 But yell cast aff that gown o grey,
Put on the silk and scarlet;
Ill make a vow, and keep it true,
Youll neither be miss nor harlot.
236D.5 Then dee you to my father dear,
Keeps sheep on yonder hill;
To ony thing he bids me do
Im always at his will.
236D.6 He has gane to her father dear,
Keeps sheep on yonder hill:
Im come to marry your ae daughter,
If yell gie me your gude will.
236D.7 Shell shake your barn, and winna your corn,
And gang to mill and kill;
In time of need shell saddle your steed;
And Ill draw your boots mysell.
236d.8 O wha will bake my bridal bread,
And wha will brew my ale,
And wha will welcome my lady hame,
Its mair than I can tell.
236D.9 Four and twenty gentle knights
Gied in at the yetts o Drum;
But nae a man lifted his hat
Whan the lady o Drum came in.
236d.10 But he has taen her by the hand,
And led her but and ben;
Says, Your welcome hame, my lady Drum,
For this is your ain land.
236d.11 For he has taen her by the hand,
And led her thro the ha;
Says, Your welcome hame, my lady Drum,
To your bowers ane and a.
236d.12 Then he[s] stript her o the robes o grey,
Drest her in the robes o gold,
And taen her father the sheep-keeping,
Made him a bailie bold.
236d.13 She wasna forty weeks his wife
Till she brought hame a son;
She was as well a loved lady
As ever was in Drum.
236d.14 Out it speaks his brother dear,
Says, Youve dune us great wrang;
Youve married a wife below your degree,
Shes a mock to all our kin.
236d.15 Out then spake the Laird of Drum,
Says, Ive dune you nae wrang;
Ive married a wife to win my bread,
Youve married ane to spend.
236d.16 For the last time that I was married,
She was far abeen my degree;
She wadna gang to the bonny yetts o Drum
But the pearlin abeen her ee,
And I durstna gang in the room where she was
But my hat below my knee.
236d.17 When they had eaten and well drunken,
And all men bound for bed,
The Laird o Drum and his lady gay
In ae bed they were laid.
236d.18 Gin ye had been o high renown,
As ye are o low degree,
We might hae baith gane down the streets
Amang gude companie.
236d.19 I tauld you ere we were wed
You were far abeen my degree;
But now Im married, in your bed laid,
And just as gude as ye.
236d.20 Gin ye were dead, and I were dead,
And baith in grave had lain,
Ere seven years were at an end,
Theyd not ken your dust frae mine.
236e: The Laird O Drum
236e.1 The Laird of Drum is a wooing gane,
All in a morning early,
And there he spied a weel-fard may,
She was shearing at her barley.
236E.2 Will you fancy me, my bonny may,
And will you fancy me? O
And will you come and be Lady Drum,
And let your shearing a be? O
236e.3 Its I winna fancy you, kind sir,
I winna fancy thee;
For Im too low to be lady o Drum,
And your whore I would scorn to be.
236E.4 Yell cast aff the robes of gray,
And put on the silk and the scarlet,
And here to you Ill make a vow
Yese neither be whore nor harlot.
236e.5 I winna cast aff the robes o gray,
To put on the silk and the scarlet,
But Ill wear the colour of the ewe,
For they set me better that a that.
236E.6 But yell do you doun to my father dear,
Keeping sheep on yonder hill,
And the first ae thing that he bids me Ill do,
For I wirk aye at his will.
236E.7 Hes done him doun to her father dear,
Keeping sheep on yonder hill:
Ye hae a pretty creature for your daughter;
Dear me! but I like her well.
236E.8 Its she can neither read nor write,
She was never brought up at the squeel;
She canna wash your china cups,
Nor yet mak a dish o tea.
236E.9 But well can she do a ither thing,
For I learnt the girly mysell;
Shell fill in your barn, and winnow your corn,
Shell gang to your kill and your mill,
And, time o need, shell saddle your steed,
And draw your boots hersell.
236e.10 Wha will bake my bridal bread,
And wah will brew my ale?
Wha will welcome my lady in?
For its more than I can tell.
236e.11 There was four-and-twenty gentlemen
Stood a in the yetts o Drum,
But there was nane o them lifted their hats
To welcome the young lady in.
236e.12 But up spake his ae brither,
Says, Brither, ye hae done wrang;
Ye have married a wife this day
A lauch to a our kin.
236e.13 Ive married ane to win my bread,
But ye married ane to spend;
But as langs Im able to walk to the yetts o Drum
On me she may depend.
236e.14 The last lady that I did wed
Was far above my command;
I durst not enter the bower where she was
But my hat low in my hand.
236e.15 When bells were rung, and mass was sung,
And a man bound for bed,
The Laird o Drum and the Shepherds dother
In one bed they were laid.
236e.16 If ye were come o noble bleed
An were as high as me,
We could gang to the yetts o Drum
Amangst gueed companie.
236e.17 I tald you ere we was wed
I was oer low for thee,
But now we are wedd and in ae bed laid,
And you must be content wi me.
236e.18 For an ye were dead, an I were dead,
And laid in the dust low down,
When we were baith turnd up again
Wha could ken your mould frae mine?
236f: The Laird O Drum
236f.1 Oh, will ye fancy me, fair maid?
Oh, will ye fancy me? O
Or will ye go to be ladye o the Drum,
An let a your shearin abe? O
An let a your shearin abe? O
An let a your shearin abe? O
236f.2 I can neither read nor write,
Nor neer been brocht up at schule;
But I can do all other things,
An keep a hoose richt weel.
236F.3 My faither hes a puir shepherd-man,
Herds his hogs on yonder hill;
Gin ye will go get his consent,
Then Ill be at your call.
236F.4 He has gane to her father,
That herds hogs on yonder hill;
He said, Youve got a pretty daughter,
Id fain tak her to my sel.
236F.5 She can neither read nor write,
Was neer brocht up at schule;
But she can do all other things,
An I learnt aye the lassie my sel.
236F.6 Shell milk your cows, shell carry your corn,
Shell gang to the mill or the kiln;
Shell saddle your steed at any time of need,
And shell brush up your boots hersel.
236F.7 Its who will bake my bridal bread?
Or who will brew my ale?
Or who will welcome this bonnie lassie in?
For its more than I can tell.
236F.8 Theres four-and-twenty gentlemen
Stand doun at the gate o the Drum;
Not one of them all would take off his hat
For to welcome the bonnie lassie in.
236f.9....
....
Oh, brother, youve married a wife this day
A disgrace to all our kin.
236f.10 Oh, brother, Ive married a wife to win,
And yeve got one to spen,
And as long as the bonnie lassie walks out and in
She shall aye be the ladye o the Drum.
236f.11 When all was done, and no bells rung,
And all men bound for their bed,
The laird and the shepherds bonnie daughter
In one bed they were laid.
236f.12 Though Im not of as noble blood,
Nor yet of as high degree,
Now I lie locked in your arms two,
And you must be contented wi me.
236f.13 If you were dead, and I were dead,
And baith laid in one grave,
If we were baith to be raised up again,
Wha would ken your dust frae mine?
