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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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Rob Roy
  
  
  
  
  
  
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Rob Roy

ROB ROY—F

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Campbell MSS, II, 229.

1

Rob Roy frae the Highlands came
Unto the Lawland border,
And he has stolen a lady away,
To haud his house in order.

2

He's pu'd her out amang his men,
She holding by her mother;
With mournfu cries and watery eyes
They parted frae each other.

3

When they came to the heigh hill-gate,
O it's aye this lady fainted:
‘O wae! what has that cursed monie
That's thrown to me invented?’

4

When they came to the heigh hill-gate,
And at Buchanan tarried,

250

They fetchd to her a cloak and gown,
Yet wad she not be married.

5

Four held her up before the priest,
Four laid her on her bed,
With mournfu cries and watery eyes
When she by him was laid.

6

‘I'll be kind, I'll be kind,
I'll be kind to thee, lady,
And all the country for thy sake
Shall surely favoured be, lady.

7

‘Be content, be content,
Be content and stay, lady;
Now ye are my weded wife
Until your dying-day, ladie.

8

‘Rob Roy was my father called,
McGregor was his name, lady;
In every country where he was,
He did exceed the fame, lady.

9

‘He was a hedge about his friends,
A terror to his foes, lady,
And every one that did him wrong,
He hit them oer the nose, lady.

10

‘Be content, be content,
Be content and stay, lady;
Now ye are my wedded wife
Until your dying-day, lady.

11

‘We will go, we will go,
We will go to France, lady,
Where I before for safety fled,
And there wee'l get a dance, lady.

12

‘Shake a fit, shake a fit,
Shake a fit to me, lady;
Now ye are my wedded wife
Until your dying-day, lady.