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 | The English and Scottish Popular Ballads |  |
The Laird of Drum
THE LAIRD O DRUM—D
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a. Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, II, 194. b. Buchan's MSS, II, 101. c. The New Deeside Guide, by James Brown [Joseph Robertson], [1832], p. 11. d. Gibb MS., p. 21, No 4, from the recitation of a schoolfellow at Auchinblae, Kincardineshire, about 1851.
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The laird o Drum is a hunting gane,All in a morning early,
And he did spy a well-far'd may,
Was shearing at her barley.
2
‘O will ye fancy me, fair may,And let your shearing be, O
And gang and be the lady o Drum?
O will ye fancy me?’ O
3
‘I winna fancy you,’ she says,‘Nor let my shearing be;
For I'm ower low to be Lady Drum,
And your miss I'd scorn to be.’
4
‘But ye'll cast aff that gown o grey,Put on the silk and scarlet;
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You'll neither be miss nor harlot.’
5
‘Then dee you to my father dear,Keeps sheep on yonder hill;
To ony thing he bids me do
I'm always at his will.’
6
He has gane to her father dear,Keeps sheep on yonder hill:
‘I'm come to marry your ae daughter,
If ye'll gie me your gude will.’
7
‘She'll shake your barn, and winna your corn,And gang to mill and kill;
In time of need she'll saddle your steed;
And I'll draw your boots mysell.’
8
‘O wha will bake my bridal bread,And wha will brew my ale,
And wha will welcome my lady hame,
It's mair than I can tell.’
9
Four an twenty gentle knightsGied in at the yetts o Drum;
But nae a man lifted his hat
Whan the lady o Drum came in.
10
But he has taen her by the hand,And led her but and ben;
Says, You'r welcome hame, my lady Drum,
For this is your ain land.
11
For he has taen her by the hand,And led her thro the ha;
Says, You'r welcome hame, my lady Drum,
To your bowers ane and a'.
12
Then he['s] stript her o the robes o grey,Drest her in the robes o gold,
And taen her father frae the sheep-keeping,
Made him a bailie bold.
13
She wasna forty weeks his wifeTill she brought hame a son;
She was as well a loved lady
As ever was in Drum.
14
Out it speaks his brother dear,Says, You've dune us great wrang;
You've married a wife below your degree,
She's a mock to all our kin.
15
Out then spake the Laird of Drum,Says, I've dune you nae wrang;
I've married a wife to win my bread,
You've married ane to spend.
16
‘For the last time that I was married,She was far abeen my degree;
She wadna gang to the bonny yetts o Drum
But the pearlin abeen her ee,
And I durstna gang in the room where she was
But my hat below my knee.’
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When they had eaten and well drunken,And all men bound for bed,
The Laird o Drum and his lady gay
In ae bed they were laid.
18
‘Gin ye had been o high renown,As ye are o low degree,
We might hae baith gane down the streets
Amang gude companie.’
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‘I tauld you ere we were wedYou were far abeen my degree;
But now I'm married, in your bed laid,
And just as gude as ye.
20
‘Gin ye were dead, and I were dead,And baith in grave had lain,
Ere seven years were at an end,
They'd not ken your dust frae mine.’
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