"Fare ye weel, then, Jamie Douglas,
I need care as little as ye care for me;80
The Earl of Mar is my father dear,
And I soon will see my ain countrie.
"Ye thought that I was like yoursell,
And loving ilk ane I did see;
But here I swear by the heavens clear,85
I never loved a man but thee."
Slowly, slowly rose I up,
And slowly, slowly I cam down;
And when he saw me sit in my coach,
He made his drums and trumpets sound.90
When I into my coach was set,
My tenants all were with me tane;
They set them down upon their knees,
And they begg'd me to come back again.
It's "fare ye weel, my bonnie palace;95
And fare ye weel, my children three:
God grant your father may get mair grace,
And love thee better than he has done me."
It's "fare ye weel, my servants all;
And you, my bonnie children three:100
God grant your father grace to be kind
Till I see you safe in my ain countrie.
"But wae be to you, fause Blackwood,
Aye, and ill death may you die!
Ye are the first, and I hope the last,105
That put strife between my good lord and me."
When I came in through Edinburgh town,
My loving father came to meet me,
With trumpets sounding on every side;
But it was no comfort at all to me:110
For no mirth nor music sounds in my ear,
Since the Earl of March has forsaken me.
"Hold your tongue, my daughter dear,
And of your weeping pray let abee;
For I'll send to him a bill of divorce,115
And I'll get as good a lord to thee."