"Now I will shoe your foot, Maisry,

And I will glove your hand,

And I will prin your sma' middle,

Wi' the sma' prin and the lang."

"Wha will saddle my steed," she says,

"And gar my bridle ring?

And wha will ha'e me to gude church-door,

This day I'm ill abound?”

"I will saddle your steed, Maisry,

And gar your bridle ring;

And I'll hae you to gude church-door,

And safely set you down.”

"O healy, healy take me up, And healy set me down;

And set my back until a wa',

My foot to yird-fast stane.”

He healy took her frae her horse,

And healy set her down;

And set her back until a wa',

Her foot to yird-fast stane.

When they had eaten and well drunken,

And a' had thorn'd fine;

The bride's father he took the cup,

For to serve out the wine.

Out it speaks the bridegroom's brother,

An ill death mat he die!

"I fear our bride she's born a bairn,

Or else has it a dee."

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She's ta'en out a Bible braid,

And deeply has she sworn;

"If I ha'e born a bairn," she says,

"Sin' yesterday at morn;

“Or if I've born a bairn," she says,

"Sin' yesterday at noon; There's nae a lady amang you a'

That wou'd been here sae soon.

Then out it spake the bridegroom's man,
Mischance come ower his heel!
"Win up, win up, now bride,” he says,
"And dance a shamefu' reel."

Then out it speaks the bride hersell,
And a sorry heart had she;
“Is there nae ane amang you a'

Will dance this dance for me?”

Then out it speaks him, sweet Willie,
And he spake aye thro' pride;

"O draw my boots for me, bridegroom,

Or I dance for your bride."

Then out it spake the bride hersell,

"O na, this maunna be;

For I will dance this dance mysell,

Tho' my back shou'd gang in three.”

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112. The first reel, danced with the bride, her maiden, and two young men, and called the Shame Spring, or Reel, as the bride chooses the tune that is to be played. B.

She hadna well gane thro' the reel,

Nor yet well on the green,

Till she fell down at Willie's feet

As cauld as ony stane.

He's ta'en her in his arms twa,

And ha'ed her up the stair

Then up it came her jolly bridegroom,
Says, "What's your business there?"

Then Willie lifted up his foot,

And dang him down the stair;

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And brake three ribs o' the bridegroom's side,
And a word he spake nae mair.

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Nae meen was made for that lady,
When she was lying dead;
But a' was for him, sweet Willie,
On the fields for he ran mad.

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LADY MARJORIE. See
See p. 92.

"GIVEN from the recitation of an old woman in Kilbarchan, Renfrewshire, from whom the Editor has obtained several valuable pieces of a like nature. In singing, O is added at the end of the second and fourth line of each stanza." Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 234.

LADY Marjorie was her mother's only daughter,
Her father's only heir;

And she is awa to Strawberry Castle,

To get some unco lair.

She had na been in Strawberry Castle
A twelvemonth and a day,

Till Lady Marjorie she gangs big wi' child,
As big as she can gae.

Word is to her father gane,

Before he got on his shoon,

That Lady Majorie she gaes wi' child,
And it is to an Irish groom.

But word is to her mother gone,
Before she got on her goun,

That Lady Marjorie she gaes wi' child
To a lord of high renown.

"O wha will put on the pat," they said,
"Or wha will put on the pan,

Or wha will put on a bauld, bauld fire,
To burn Lady Marjorie in ?”

Her father he put on the pat,

Her sister put on the pan,

And her brother he put on a bauld, bauld fire,
To burn Lady Marjorie in;

And her mother she sat in a golden chair,

To see her daughter burn.

“But where will I get a pretty little boy,

That will win hose and shoon;

That will go quickly to Strawberry Castle,
And bid my lord come doun ?”

"O here am I, a pretty little boy,

That will win hose and shoon;

That will rin quickly to Strawberry Castle,
And bid thy lord come doun."

O when he cam to broken brigs,
He bent his bow and swam;

And when he cam to gude dry land,
He set doun his foot and ran.

When he cam to Strawberry Castle,
He tirled at the pin;