Gill Morice.
Gill Morice was an Earl’s son,
his name it waxed wide;
It was nae for his great riches,
nor yet his meikle pride.
His face was fair lang was his hair,
in the wild woods he staid.
But his fame was by a fair lady,
that liv’d on Carron side—
Where will I get a bonny boy
that will win hose and shoon
That will gae to Lord Barnard’s ha’,
and bid his lady come
Ye maun rin this errand, Willie,
and maun rin wi’ pride,
When other boys gae on their feet,
on horseback ye shall ride
O no o no my master dear
I dare not for my life,
I’ll no gae to the bauld Baron’s
for to trvst forth his wife
My bird Willie, my boy willie,
my dear willie he said,
How can you strive against the stream,
for I shall be obey’d.
But oh my master dear he cried
in green wood ye’re your lane
Gi’e o er sic thoughts I would ye red.
