3 Word has to her father gone,
As he pat on his shoon,
That Lady Margery goes wi child,
Unto some English loon.
4 Word has to her mother gane,
As she pat on her gown,
That Lady Margery goes wi child,
Unto some English loon.
5 The father he likes her ill,
The mother she likes her waur,
But her father he wished her in a fire strang,
To burn for ever mair.
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6 'Will ye hae this auld man, Lady Margery,
To be yeer warldly make?
Or will ye burn in fire strang,
For your true lover's sake?'
7 'I wunna hae that old, old man
To be my worldly make,
But I will burn in fire strang,
For my true lover's sake.'
8 'O who will put of the pot?
O who will put of the pan?
And who will build a bale-fire,
To burn her body in.'
9 The brother took of the pot,
The sister took of the pan,
And her mother builded a bold bale-fire,
To burn her body in.
10 'O where will I get a bony boy
That will run my errand soon?
That will run to Strawberry Castle,
And tell my love to come soon?'
11 But then started up a little boy,
Near to that lady's kin:
'Often have I gane your errands, madam,
But now it is time to rin.'