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a. Kinloch MSS, V, 9, in the handwriting of James Beattie. b. Kinloch’s Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 199; “from recitation.”

1

O it fell out upon a day,

When Drums was going to ride, O

And there he met with a well-far’d may,

Keeping her flocks on yon side. O

2

‘O fair may, O rare may,

Can not you fancy me?

Of a’ the lasses here about

I like nane so well as thee.’

3

‘Set your love on another, kind sir,

Set it not on me,

For I’m not fit to be your bride,

And your whore I’ll never be.’

4

Drums is to her father gane,

Keeping his flocks on yon hill,

And he has gotten his consent,

And the maid was at his will.

5

‘My daughter can neither read nor write,

She was neer brought up at school;

But well can she milk cow and ewe,

And make a kebbuck well.

6

‘She’ll winn in your barn at bear-seed time,

Cast out your muck at Yule;

She’ll saddle your steed in time o need,

Draw aff your boots hersell.’

7

‘Have not I no clergymen?

Pay I no clergy fee?

I’ll school her as I think fit,

And as I think fit to be.’

8

Drums is to the Highlands gane

For to be made ready,

And a’ the gentry thereabout

Says, Yonder comes Drums and his lady.]

9

‘Peggy Coutts is a very bonnie bride,

And Drums is a wealthy laddie;

But Drums might hae chosen a higher match

Than any shepherd’s daughter.’

10

Then up bespake his brother John,

Says, Brother you’ve done us wrong;

You’ve married ane below our degree,

A stain to a’ our kin.

11

‘Hold your tongue, my brother John,

I have done you no wrong;

For I’ve married ane to wirk and win,

And ye’ve married ane to spend.

12

‘The last time that I had a wife,

She was above my degree;

I durst not come in her presence

But with my hat on my knee.’

13

There was four-and-twenty gentlemen

Stood at the yetts o Drum;

There was na ane amang them a’

That welcomd his lady in.

14

He’s taen her by the milk-white hand

And led her in himsell,

And in thro ha’s and in thro bowers,

‘And you’re welcome, Lady o Drum.’

15

Thrice he kissd her cherry cheek,

And thrice her cherry chin,

And twenty times her comely mouth,

‘And you’re welcome, Lady o Drum.’

16

‘Ye shall be cook in my kitchen,

Butler in my ha;

Ye shall be lady at my command

When I ride far awa.’

17

‘But what will I do when auld Drum dies,

When auld Drum dies and leaves me?

Then I’ll tak back my word again,

And the Coutts will come and see me.’

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