Alasdair Roberts Lord Gregory
I am a poor young girl
That's straight from Callander
I'm in search of Lord Gregory--
Pray God I find him!
The rain beats my yellow locks
And the dew wets me still
My babe is cold in my arms--
Lord Gregory, let me in!"
"Lord Gregory's not here and
Henceforth can't be seen
For he's gone to bonny Scotland
For to bring home his new queen
So leave now these windows
And likewise this hall
For it's deep in the sea
You should hide your downfall."
"Who'll shoe my babe's little feet?
Who'll put gloves on her hand?
Who will tie my babe's middle
With a long linen band?
Who'll comb my babe's yellow hair
With an ivory comb?
Who will be my babe's father
Till Lord Gregory comes home?
Do you remember, love Gregory
That night in Callander
Where we changed pocket handkerchiefs
And me against my will?
For yours was pure linen, love
And mine but coarse cloth;
For yours cost a guinea, love
And mine but one groat
Do you remember, love Gregory
That night in Callander
Where we changed rings on our fingers
And me against my will?
For yours was pure silver, love
And mine was but tin;
For yours cost a guinea, love
And mine but one cent."
"And my curse on you, Mother
My curse being sore!
Sure, I dreamed the girl I love
Came a-knocking at my door."
"Sleep down you foolish son
Sleep down and sleep on:
For it's long ago that weary girl
Lies drownin' in the sea."
"Well go saddle me the black horse
The brown, and the gray;
Go saddle me the best horse
In my stable to-day!
And I'll range over mountains
Over valleys so wide
Till I find the girl I love
And I'll lay by her side."
