"O will ye gae wi' me?" he says,
"O will ye be my honey?
O will ye be my wedded wife?15
For I loe ye best of ony."
"I winna gae wi' you," she says,
"I winna be your honey;
I winna be your wedded wife,
Ye loe me for my money."20
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Wi' mournful cries and watery eyes,
Fast hauding by her mother,
Wi' mournful cries and watery eyes,
They were parted frae each other.
He gied her nae time to be dress'd,25
As ladies do when they're brides,
But he hastened and hurried her awa,
And rowed her in his plaids.
He mounted her upon a horse,
Himsell lap on behind her,30
And they're awa to the Hieland hills,
Where her friends may never find her.
As they gaed ower the Hieland hills,
The lady aften fainted,
Saying, "Wae be to my cursed gowd,35
This road to me invented!"
They rade till they came to Ballyshine,
At Ballyshine they tarried;
He brought to her a cotton gown,
Yet ne'er wad she be married.40
Two held her up before the priest,
Four carried her to bed O;
Maist mournfully she wept and cried,
When she by him was laid O!