O lang, lang may the ladies stand,

Wi thair gold kems in their hair,
Waiting for thair ain deir lords,
For they'll se thame na mair.

Haf owre, haf owre to Aberdour,
It's fiftie fadom deip,

And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence,

Wi the Scots lords at his feit.

Bonnie George Campbell

Hie upon Hielands

And low upon Tay
Bonnie George Campbell

Rade out on a day.
Saddled and bridled
And gallant rade he;
Hame came his gude horse,
But never cam he!

Out cam his auld mither

Greeting fu' sair,

And out cam his bonnie bride

Rivin' her hair.

Saddled and bridled

And booted rade he;
Toom hame cam the saddle,
But never cam he!

"My meadow lies green,
And my corn is unshorn;
My barn is to big,

And my babie's unborn."
Saddled and bridled

And booted rade he;

Toom hame cam the saddle,
But never cam he!

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?
Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?"
"I din'd wi my true-love; mother, make
my bed soon,
For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down."

"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?
What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?"
"O they swelld and they died; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down."

"OI fear ye are poisond, Lord Randal, my son !
OI fear ye are poisond, my handsome young man !”
"O yes! I am poisond; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart and I fain wald lie down."

Kemp Owyne

Her mother died when she was young,

Which gave her cause to make great moan;
Her father married the warst woman

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,
He was taken very ill.

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 led him to a private room,

And there she blooded bold Robin Hood,
While one drop of blood would run down.

She blooded him in a vein of the arm,
And locked him up in the room;
Then did he bleed all the live-long day,
Until the next day at noon.

He then bethought him of a casement there,
Thinking for to get down;

But was so weak he could not leap,
He could not get him down.

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.