I'd lock'd my heart in a case of gold,
And pinn'd it with a silver pin.
Oh, oh, if my young babe were born,
And set upon the nurse's knee,
And I mysel' were dead and gane!
For a maid again I'll never be.
The Bonny Earl of Murray
Ye Highlands, and ye Lawlands,
O where have you been?
They have slain the Earl of Murray,