  IYe Highlands and ye Lawlands, O where hae ye been? They hae slain the Earl of Murray, And hae laid him on the green. IINow wae be to thee, Huntley! And whairfore did ye sae! I bade you bring him wi’ you, But forbade you him to slay. IIIHe was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring; And the bonny Earl of Murray, O he might hae been a king! IVHe was a braw gallant, And he play’d at the ba’; And the bonny Earl of Murray Was the flower amang them a’! VHe was a braw gallant, And he play’d at the gluve; And the bonny Earl of Murray, O he was the Queen’s luve! VIO lang will his Lady Look owre the Castle Downe, Ere she see the Earl of Murray Come sounding through the town! |
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