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Love Gregory
THE LASS OF ROCH ROYAL—G
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It fell on a Wodensday,Love Gregory's taen the sea,
And he has left his lady Janet,
And a weary woman was she.
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But she had na been in child-bedA day but barely three,
Till word has come to Lady Janet
Love Gregory she would never see.
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She's taen her mantle her middle about,Her cane into her hand,
And she's awa to the salt-sea side,
As fast as she could gang.
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‘Whare will I get a curious carpenter,Will make a boat to me?
I'm going to seek him Love Gregory,
In's lands where eer he be.’
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‘Here am I, a curious carpenter,Will make a boat for thee,
And ye may seek him Love Gregory,
But him ye'll never see.’
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She sailed up, she sailed down,Thro many a pretty stream,
Till she came to that stately castle,
Where Love Gregory lay in.
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‘Open, open, Love Gregory,O open, and lat me in;
Your young son is in my arms,
And shivering cheek and chin.’
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‘Had awa, ye ill woman,Had far awa frae me;
Ye're but some witch, or some warlock,
Or the mermaid, troubling me.
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‘My lady she's in Lochranline,Down by Lochlearn's green;
This day she wadna sail the sea,
For goud nor warld's gain.
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‘But if ye be my lady Janet,As I trust not well ye be,
Come tell me oer some love-token
That past 'tween thee an me.’
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‘Mind on, mind on now, Love Gregory,Since we sat at the wine;
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I gied thee mine for thine.
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‘And mine was o the good red goud,Yours o the silly tin,
And mine's been true, and very true,
But yours had a fause lynin.
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‘But open, open, Love Gregory,Open, and let me in;
Your young son is in my arms,
He'll be dead ere I win in.’
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‘Had awa, ye ill woman,Had far awa frae me;
Ye're but some witch, or some warlock,
Or the mermaid, troubling me.
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‘But if ye be my lady Janet,As I trust not well ye be;
Come tell me o'er some love-token
That past tween thee and me.’
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‘Mind on, mind on, Love Gregory,Since we sat at the wine;
The shifts that were upon your back,
I gave thee mine for thine.
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‘And mine was o the good holland,And yours o the silly twine,
And mine's been true, and very true,
But yours had fause lynin.’
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