Three held her up before the priest,25
Four carried her to bed O,
Wi' wat'ry eyes, and murnfu' sighs,
When she behind was laid O.
* * * * *
"O be content, be content,
Be content to stay, lady,30
For ye are my wedded wife
Unto my dying day, lady.
CHORUS.
Be content, be content,
Be content to stay, lady,
For ye are my wedded wife
Unto my dying day, lady.
"My father is Rob Roy called,
M'Gregor is his name, lady,
In all the country where he dwells,35
He does succeed the fame, lady.
"My father he has cows and ewes,
And goats he has eneuch, lady,
And you, and twenty thousand merks,
Will make me a man complete, lady."40
EPPIE MORRIE.
From Maidment's North Countrie Garland, p. 40.