"Now take your bride, Lord Lochinvar,
Now take her, if you may!
But if you take your bride again,55
We'll call it but foul play."
There were four-and-twenty bonnie boys,
A' clad in the Johnstone grey;
They said they would take the bride again,
By the strong hand, if they may.60
Some o' them were right willing men,
But they were na willing a';
And four-and-twenty Leader lads
Bid them mount and ride awa'.
Then whingers flew frae gentles' sides,65
And swords flew frae the shea's,
And red and rosy was the blood
Ran down the lily braes.
The blood ran down by Caddon bank,
And down by Caddon brae;70
And, sighing, said the bonnie bride,
"O wae's me for foul play!"
My blessing on your heart, sweet thing,
Wae to your wilfu' will!
There's mony a gallant gentleman75
Whae's bluid ye have garr'd to spill.
Now a' you lords of fair England,
And that dwell by the English Border,
Come never here to seek a wife,
For fear of sic disorder.80
They'll haik ye up, and settle ye bye,
Till on your wedding day,
Then gie ye frogs instead of fish,
And play ye foul foul play.