THERE WERE THREE LADIES
There were three ladies play'd at the ba',
With a hey, hey, an' a lilly gay.
Bye cam three lords an' woo'd them a',
Whan the roses smelled sae sweetly.
The first o' them was clad in yellow:
'O fair May, will ye be my marrow?'
Whan the roses smelled sae sweetly.
The niest o' them was clad i' ried:
O fair May, will ye be my bride?'
The thrid o' them was clad i' green:
He said, 'O fair May, will ye be my queen?'
THE HEIR OF LINNE
PART I