"O wha will put on the pat," they said,
"Or wha will put on the pan,
Or wha will put on a bauld, bauld fire,
To burn Lady Marjorie in?"20
Her father he put on the pat,
Her sister put on the pan,
And her brother he put on a bauld, bauld fire,
To burn Lady Marjorie in;
And her mother she sat in a golden chair,25
To see her daughter burn.
"But where will I get a pretty little boy,
That will win hose and shoon;
That will go quickly to Strawberry Castle,
And bid my lord come doun?"30
"O here am I, a pretty little boy,
That will win hose and shoon;
That will rin quickly to Strawberry Castle,
And bid thy lord come doun."
O when he cam to broken brigs,35
He bent his bow and swam;
And when he cam to gude dry land,
He set doun his foot and ran.
When he cam to Strawberry Castle,
He tirled at the pin;40
Nane was sae ready as the gay lord himsell
To open and let him in.
"O is there any of my towers burnt,
Or any of my castles won?
Or is Lady Marjorie brought to bed,45
Of a daughter or a son?"
"O there is nane of thy towers burnt,
Nor nane of thy castles broken;
But Lady Marjorie is condemned to die,
To be burnt in a fire of oaken."50
"O gar saddle to me the black," he says,
"Gar saddle to me the broun;
Gar saddle to me the swiftest steed
That e'er carried a man frae toun!"