Traditional Betsy Bell and Mary Gray They were bonny lasses They bigget a bower on yon burnside And theekit it o'er wi' rashes. They theekit it o'er wi' rashes green They theekit it o'er wi' heather But the plague came from the burrows-town And it slew them baith thegither. They would not have their shoes of red Nor would they have them yellow But they would have their shoes of green To ride through the streets of Yarrow. They thought to lye in Methren Kirk yard Among their noble kin But they were laid in Stronach Hall All art beneath the sun. Betsy Bell and Mary Gray They were bonny lasses They bigget a bower on yon burnside And theekit it o'er wi' rashes.
Traditional Betsy Bell and Mary Gray They were bonny lasses They bigget a bower on yon burnside And theekit it o'er wi' rashes. They theekit it o'er wi' rashes green They theekit it o'er wi' heather But the plague came from the burrows-town And it slew them baith thegither. They would not have their shoes of red Nor would they have them yellow But they would have their shoes of green To ride through the streets of Yarrow. They thought to lye in Methren Kirk yard Among their noble kin But they were laid in Stronach Hall All art beneath the sun. Betsy Bell and Mary Gray They were bonny lasses They bigget a bower on yon burnside And theekit it o'er wi' rashes.
Traditional Betsy Bell and Mary Gray They were bonny lasses They bigget a bower on yon burnside And theekit it o'er wi' rashes. They theekit it o'er wi' rashes green They theekit it o'er wi' heather But the plague came from the burrows-town And it slew them baith thegither. They would not have their shoes of red Nor would they have them yellow But they would have their shoes of green To ride through the streets of Yarrow. They thought to lye in Methren Kirk yard Among their noble kin But they were laid in Stronach Hall All art beneath the sun. Betsy Bell and Mary Gray They were bonny lasses They bigget a bower on yon burnside And theekit it o'er wi' rashes.
My Johnny was a shoemaker and dearly he loved me My Johnny was a shoemaker but now he's gone to sea With pitch and tar to soil his hands And to sai...
Three maidens a-milking did go Three maidens a-milking did go And the wind it did blow high, and the wind it did blow low It tossed their petticoats t...
Oh, the maid went down to the well for to wash, And the dew fell down from her snow-white flesh, The dew fell down from her snow-white flesh, As the s...
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As I was walking o'er the lane I heard twa corbies making mane And t'ane unto the t'other did say-O "Where shall we gang and dine the day-O Where shal...
There was a woman in our town and in our town did dwell She loved her husband dearly but another man twice as well And sing Folder oh la la la ... She...
Dance, dance the shaking of the sheets, Dance, dance when you hear the piper playing, Everyone must dance The Shaking of the Sheets with me. Bring aw...
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A blacksmith courted me nine months or better He fairly won my heart, wrote me a letter With his hammer in his hand he looked so clever And if I we...