BURD MARGARET
"O first ye pu'd the green berry,
And syne ye pu'd the red;
And the first word that ever ye spak
Was to complain your maidenhead.
And syne ye pu'd the red;
And the first word that ever ye spak
Was to complain your maidenhead.
"O first ye pu'd the red hollin,
And syne ye pu'd the green:
And the first word ye spak to me
Ye grat fu' sair between."
And syne ye pu'd the green:
And the first word ye spak to me
Ye grat fu' sair between."
"Gin ye be Hughie of Burnieshaw,
As I think weel ye'll never be,
Here have ye back your bonny lad bairn,
That sair has troubled me."
As I think weel ye'll never be,
Here have ye back your bonny lad bairn,
That sair has troubled me."
She's caught her hand to his bridle-rein,
Held up her mouth to touch his chin;
"Ye garred me pw' the girdle straight
That the fair knave bairn was in."
Held up her mouth to touch his chin;
"Ye garred me pw' the girdle straight
That the fair knave bairn was in."
"What needs ye flur and mock, Margaret?
What needs ye scorn at me?
Ye never gat harm of your fause brothers,
But ye gat aye the mair gude o' me."
What needs ye scorn at me?
Ye never gat harm of your fause brothers,
But ye gat aye the mair gude o' me."
He's put his hands to her body,
He's laid her thwart his selle;
And ye that hae gotten a bonny sitter
Gar keep the neist yoursell.
He's laid her thwart his selle;
And ye that hae gotten a bonny sitter
Gar keep the neist yoursell.
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