Fair Margaret was a young ladye An' come of high degree; Fair Margaret was a young ladye An' proud as proud cou'd be. Fair Margaret was a rich ladye, The king's cousin was she; Fair Margaret was a rich ladye An' vain as vain cou'd be. She war'd her wealth on the gay cleedin' That comes frae 'yont the sea; She spent her time frae morning till night Adorning her fair bodye. Ae night she sate in her stately ha' Kaimin' her yellow hair, When in there cum like a gentle knight An' a white scarf he did wear. O what's your will wi' me, sir knight, O what's your will wi' me? You're the likest to my ae brother That ever I did see. You're the likest to my ae brother That ever I hae seen, But he's buried in Dunfermline kirk A month an' mair bygane. I'm the likest to your ae brother That ever ye did see, But I canna get rest into my grave A' for the pride of thee. Leave pride, Margaret, leave pride, Margaret, Leave pride an' vanity; Ere ye see the sights that I hae seen Sair altered ye maun be. O ye come in at the kirk-door Wi' the gowd plaits in your hair; But wud ye see what I hae seen Ye maun them a' forbear. O ye come in at the kirk-door Wi' the gowd prins i' your sleeve; But wad ye see what I hae seen Ye maun gie them a' their leave. Leave pride, Margaret, leave pride, Margaret, Leave pride an' vanity; Ere ye see the sights that I hae seen Sair altered ye maun be. He got her in her stately ha' Kaimin' her yellow hair; He left her on her sick, sick bed Sheding the saut, saut tear. |