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GILL MORICE.
Gill Morice was an Earl's son
His name it waxed wide;
It was nae for his great riches,
Nor yet his meikle pride.
His face was fair, lang was his hair,
In the wild woods he staid,
But his fame was, by a fair lady,
That lived on Carron side.—
Whare will I get a bonny boy
That will win hose and shoon,
That will gae to Lord Barnard's ha',
And bid his lady come.
Ye maun rin this crrand, Willie,
And maun rin wi' pride,
When other boys gae on their feet,
On horseback ye shall ride.
O no! O no! my master dear,
I dare not for my life,
I'll no gae to the bauld Baron's
For to tryst forth his wife.
My bird Willie, my boy Willie
My dear Willie, he said,
How can you strive against the stream,
For I shall be obey'd.
