"Will ye gae to my mother's bower,25
Stands on yon stately green?
Or will ye gae to the gude greenwood,
Where ye will not be seen?"
"I winna gang to your mother's bower,
Stands on yon stately green;30
But I will on to gude greenwood,
For I will not be seen."
He's girt his sword down by his side,
Took his lady by the hand;
And they are on thro' gude greenwood,35
As fast as they could gang.
With slowly steps these couple walk'd,
About miles scarcely three;
When this lady, being sair wearied out,
Lay down beneath a tree.40
"O for a few of yon junipers,
To cheer my heart again;
And likewise for a gude midwife,
To ease me of my pain."
"I'll bring to you yon junipers,45
To cheer your heart again;
And I'll be to you a gude midwife,
To ease you of your pain."
"Had far awa' frae me, Archibald,
For this will never dee;50
That's nae the fashion o' our land,
And its nae be used by me.
"Ye'll take your small sword by your side,
Your buckler and your bow;
And ye'll gae down thro' gude greenwood,55
And hunt the deer and roe.
"You will stay in gude green wood,
And with the chase go on;
Until yon white hind pass you by,
Then straight to me ye'll come."60
He's girt his sword then by his side,
His buckler and his bow;
And he is on thro' gude greenwood,
To hunt the deer and roe.