Toehider Jesuitmont
There lived a knight in Jesuitmont
A huntin' he did ride;
His footmen all attending him
And his horsemen by his side
And they found out in Jesuitmont
A pleasant sport and play;
His lady goes exceeding fine
To hear the masses play
An' she's called on her daughter Anne
To come to her with speed;
To go and tell the master cook
To dress the dinner straight
To go her message for to tell
Young Annie feared nae ill;
An' she is gone to the master cook
The message for to tell
Ye maun dress the dow, the dow
That fair and milk-white dow;
That in the parlour shines so fair
There's nane so fair to show
Here is a panknife in my hand
Will bereave thee of thy life;
For thou art the dow that I maun dress
Unto thy fathers wife
[Instrumental]
Up then spoke the kitchie boy
An' he spoke loud an' high;
"O save, O save fair Annie's life
An' bake me in your pie."
"I will not save fair Annie's life
No not for such as thee;
But if thou divulge this lady's life
Thy butcher I will be."
When day was done and night had come
And they were all at dinner
When he's called for his daughter Annie
To come and carve his dinner
Up he rose and away he goes
An angry man was he;
"One bit of meat I will not eat
Till I fair Annie see."
[Instrumental]
Up then spak the kitchie boy
An' he spak loud an' high;
"An ye wad your fair Annie see
Ye maun break up the pie."
Her meat it was a' minced sme'
An' forced by the fire'
An' cursed be her own stepmother
For it was her desire
This lord his a' clad i' black
A' for his Annie's sake;
An' he has caused the old stepmother
To be burnt at the stake
An' he has caused the master cook
In boilin' lead to stand;
An' he has made the kitchie boy
The heir o' a' his land
