| I am a forester of this land
|
| As you may plainly see
|
| It's the mantle of your maidenhead
|
| That I would have from thee
|
| He's taken her by the milk white hand
|
| And by the leylan sleeve
|
| He's lain her down upon her back
|
| And asked no man's leave
|
| Now since you've lain me down young man
|
| You must take me up again
|
| And since you've had your wills of me
|
| Come tell to me your name
|
| Some call me Jim, some call me John
|
| Begad, it's all the same
|
| But when I'm in the king's high court
|
| Erwilian is my name
|
| She being a good scholar
|
| She's spelt it o'er again
|
| Erwilian, that's a Latin word
|
| But Willy is your name
|
| Now when he heard his name pronounced
|
| He mounted his high horse
|
| She's belted up her petticoat
|
| And followed with all her force
|
| He rode and she ran
|
| A long summer day
|
| Until they came by the river
|
| That's commonly called the Tay
|
| The water, it's too deep, my love
|
| I'm afraid you cannot wade
|
| But afore he'd ridden his horse well in
|
| She was on the other side
|
| She went up to the king's high door
|
| She knocked and she went in
|
| Said, "One of your chancellor's robbed me
|
| And he's robbed me right and clean"
|
| Has he robbed you of your mantle?
|
| Has he robbed you of your ring?
|
| No, he's robbed me of my maidenhead
|
| And another I can't find
|
| If he be a married man
|
| Then hanged he shall be
|
| And if he be a single man
|
| He shall marry thee?
|
| This couple, they got married
|
| They live in Huntley town
|
| She's the Earl of Airlie's daughter
|
| And he's the blacksmith's son |