Dick Gaughan - The Fair Flower Of Northumberland
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The provost's ae dochter wis walkin her lane O bit her luve it wis easy won Whan she spied a Scots prisoner a makin his mane Aye an she wis the flouer of Northumberland It iss "O, gin a lassie wad marry me? O gin her luve it wis easy won A wad mak her a ladie o heich degree If she'd lowse me out frae my prison sae strang" Sae to she's dune her doun tae her faither's guid stocks O bit her luve it wis easy won An she's stolen the best keys thair for mony's a brave lock For tae lowse him oot frae his prison sae strang An it's she's dune her doun tae her faither's guid stables O bit her luve it wis easy won An she's stolen the best horse that wis baith fleet an able For tae cairry thaim back tae bonnie Scotlan Bit as thae were a ridin across yon Scots muirs He cried, "O bit yer luve it wis easy won Get ye doun frae my horse, ye're a brazen-faced hour Altho ye're the flouer o Northumberland" "O, it's cook in yer kitchen I shairly will be O bit my luve it wis easy won For I cannae gae back tae my ain countrie Altho A'm the flouer o Northumberland" "O, it's cook in my kitchen ye cannae weill be O but yer luve it wis easy won For my ladie she will nae hae sairvants like thee An ye'll need tae gae back tae Northumberland" "For it's I hae a wife in my ain countrie O bit yer luve it was easy won An A cannae dae naethin wi a lassie like thee An ye'll need tae gae hame tae Northumberlan" An, sae laith wis he yon lassie tae tine, O bit her luve it wis easy won So he's hiret an auld horse an he's hiret an auld man For tae cairry her back tae Northumberland Bit it's whan she got thair her faither did froun An said "O bit yer luve it was easy won For tae gang wi a Scotsman whan ye're barely saxteen Aye an ye were the flouer o Northumberland" Bit it's whan she gaed ben her mither did smile An said "O bit yer luve it was easy won But ye're no the first that thon Scots has beguilet An ye're walcome back hame tae Northumberlan" "For ye winnae want breid an ye winnae want wine Altho yer luve it was easy won An ye winnae want silver tae buy a man wi An ye're aye the fair flouer o Northumberland"