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Campbell MSS, II, 229.
1
Rob Roy frae the Highlands came
Unto the Lawland border,
And he has stolen a lady away,
To hand his house in order.
2
He’s pu’d her out amang his men,
She holding by her mother;
With mournfu cries and watery eyes
They parted frae each other.
3
When they came to the heigh hill-gate,
O it’s aye this lady fainted:
‘O wae! what has that cursed monie
That’s thrown to me invented?’
4
When they came to the heigh hill-gate,
And at Buchanan tarried,
They fetchd to her a cloak and gown,
Yet wad she not be married.
5
Four held her up before the priest,
Four laid her on her bed,
With mournfu cries and watery eyes
When she by him was laid.
6
‘I’ll be kind, I’ll be kind,
I’ll be kind to thee, lady,
And all the country for thy sake
Shall surely favoured be, lady.
7
‘Be content, be content,
Be content and stay, lady;
Now ye are my weded wife
Until your dying-day, ladie.
8
‘Rob Roy was my father called,
McGregor was his name, lady;
In every country where he was,
He did exceed the fame, lady.
9
‘He was a hedge about his friends,
A terror to his foes, lady,
And every one that did him wrong,
He hit them oer the nose, lady.
10
‘Be content, be content,
Be content and stay, lady;
Now ye are my wedded wife
Until your dying-day, lady.
11
‘We will go, we will go,
We will go to France, lady,
Where I before for safety fled,
And there wee’l get a dance, lady.
12
‘Shake a fit, shake a fit,
Shake a fit to me, lady;
Now ye are my wedded wife
Until your dying-day, lady.