"Rise up, rise up, Lord Douglas," she says, "And put on your armour bright; "Let it never be said, that a daughter of thine "Was married to a lord on the night. "Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons, "And put on your armour bright, "And take better care of your sisters my lads, "For your eldest's away the last night." He's mounted her on a milk-white steed, And himself on a dapple grey, With a bugelet horn hung down by his side, And lightly they’d rode away. Lord William looked over his shoulder, To see what he could see, And there he spied all her brethren bold Coming riding over the lee. "Light down, light down, Lady Margret," he said, "And hold my steed in your hand, "Until against your seven brethren bold, "And your father, I make a stand." She held his steed in her milk-white hand, And never shed but one tear, Until she saw her seven brothers fall, Her father fighting for his life, she had fear. "O hold your hand, Lord William!" she said, "For your strokes they are wondrous sore; "True lovers I can get many a one, "But a father I can never get more." [chorus] "O hold your hand, Lord William!" she said, "For your strokes they are wondrous sore; "True lovers I can get many a one, "But a father I can never get more." O she's taken out her handkerchief, It was of the holland so fine, And ay she wiped her father's bloody wounds, That were redder than the wine. "O choose, O choose, Lady Margret," he said, "On whether ye will go or bide?" "I'll go, I'll go, Lord William," she said, "For ye have left me no other guide." He's lifted her onto the milk-white steed, And himself on the dappled grey, With a bugelet horn hung down by his side, And slowly they both rode away. O they rode on, and on they rode, And all by the light of the moon, Until they came to the bonnie burn side, And there they lighted down. They lighted down to take a drink Of the spring that ran so clear; And down the stream ran his good heart's blood, And so, she began to fear. "Hold up, hold up, Lord William," she says, "For I fear that you are slain!" "'Tis nothing but the shadow of my scarlet cloak; "That shines in the water so plain." O they rode on, and on they rode, And all by the light of the moon, Until they came to his mother's hall door, And there they lighted down. "Get up, get up, lady mother," he says, "Get up, and let me in!— "Get up, get up, lady mother," he says, "For this night my fair lady I've win. [chorus] "Get up, get up, lady mother," he says, "Get up, and let me in!— "Get up, get up, lady mother," he says, "For this night my fair lady I've win. "O make my bed, lady mother," he says, "O make it broad and deep! "And lay Lady Margret close at my back, "And the sounder I will sleep." Lord William was dead before mid-night, Lady Margaret she died in the morn And William he died for his bride to be, And Margaret she died all forlorn. Lord William was buried in St Marie's kirk, Lady Margaret in Mary's quire; Out of the lady's grave grew a bonny red rose, And out of the knight's a brier. And they two met, and they two wove, Both glad they could be near; And all the world might ken right well, They were two lovers dear. At length came the clerk of the parish, And who the truth shall bear, Perhaps by chance he cut them down, Or else they had still been there. But bye and bye Black Douglas came, And he was mad and wrake, He pulled the briers, roots and all, And flung them in the lake [chorus] But bye and bye Black Douglas came, And he was mad and wrake, He pulled the briers, roots and all, And flung them in the lake.
