There were three sisters lived in a ha'
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Hech, hey, and the lily gay
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By cam a knicht and he woo’d them a'
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And the rose is aye the redder aye
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And the first ane she was dressed in green
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Hech, hey, and the lily gay
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«Would ye fancy me and be my queen?»
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And the rose is aye the redder aye
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And the second ane she was dressed in yellow
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Hech, hey, and the lily gay
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«Would ye fancy me and be my marrow?»
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And the rose is aye the redder aye
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And the first ane she was dressed in red
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Hech, hey, and the lily gay
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«Would ye fancy me and be my bride?»
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And the rose is aye the redder aye
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«Ye may seek me frae my faither dear
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Hech, hey, and the lily gay
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And frae my mither wha' did me bear
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And the rose is aye the redder aye
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«Ye may seek me frae my sister Anne
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Hech, hey, and the lily gay
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And dinna forget my brither John.»
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And the rose is aye the redder aye
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And he socht her frae her faither, the king
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Hech, hey, and the lily gay
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And he socht her frae her mither, the queen
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And the rose is aye the redder aye
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And he socht her frae her sister Anne
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Hech, hey, and the lily gay
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But forgot tae speir at her brither John
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And the rose is aye the redder aye
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And her mither dressed her in her gown
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Hech, hey, and the lily gay
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And her sister tied the flounces 'round
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And the rose is aye the redder aye
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Her faither mounted her on her horse
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Hech, hey, and the lily gay
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And her brither led her doon the close
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And the rose is aye the redder aye
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And he’s ta’en a knife baith lang and sharp
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Hech, hey, and the lily gay
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And he’s pierced the bonnie bride through the heart
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And the rose is aye the redder aye
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«Oh, lead me, lead me up yon hill
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Hech, hey, and the lily gay
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And there I’ll sit and mak' my will.»
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And the rose is aye the redder aye
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«What will ye leave tae your faither dear?»
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Hech, hey, and the lily gay
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«The bonnie white steed that brocht me here.»
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And the rose is aye the redder aye
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«What will ye leave tae your mither dear?»
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Hech, hey, and the lily gay
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«The bloody robes that I do wear.»
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And the rose is aye the redder aye
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«What will ye leave tae your sister Anne?»
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Hech, hey, and the lily gay
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«The gowden ring frae off my hand.»
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And the rose is aye the redder aye
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«What will ye leave tae your brither John?»
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Hech, hey, and the lily gay
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«The gallows tree for tae hang him on.»
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And the rose is aye the redder aye |