She hadna sail’d but twenty leagues,
But twenty leagues and three,
When she met wi’ a rank reiver,
And a’ his companie.
‘Now are ye Queen of Heaven hie,
Come to pardon a’ our sin?
Or are ye Mary Magdalane,
Was born at Bethlam?’
‘I’m no the Queen of Heaven hie,
Come to pardon ye your sin,
Nor am I Mary Magdalane,
Was born in Bethlam.
cramoisie] crimson. reiver] robber.
‘BUT I’m the lass of Lochroyan,
That’s sailing on the sea
To see if I can find my love,
My ain love Gregory.’
‘O see na ye yon bonny bower?
It’s a’ covered owre wi’ tin;
When thou hast sail’d it round about,
Lord Gregory is within.’
And when she saw the stately tower,
Shining both clear and bright,
Whilk stood aboon the jawing wave,
Built on a rock of height,
Says, ‘Row the boat, my mariners,
And bring me to the land,
For yonder I see my love’s castle,
Close by the salt sea strand.’
She sail’d it round, and sail’d it round,
And loud and loud cried she,
‘Now break, now break your fairy charms,
And set my true-love free.’