No: 24; variant: 24B
- DOWN in Dumbarton there wonnd a rich merchant,
Down in Dumbarton there wond a rich merchant,
And he had nae family but ae only dochter.
Sing fal lal de deedle, fal lal de deedle lair, O a day
- There cam a rich squire, intending to woo her,
He wooed her until he had got her wi babie.
- ‘Oh what shall I do! oh what shall come o me!
Baith father and mither will think naething o me.’
- ‘Gae up to your father, bring down gowd and money,
And I’ll take ye ower to a braw Irish ladie.’
- She gade to her father, brought down gowd and money,
And she’s awa ower to a braw Irish ladie.
- She hadna sailed far till the young thing cried ‘Women!’
‘What women can do, my dear, I’ll do for you.’
- ‘O haud your tongue, foolish man, dinna talk vainly,
For ye never kent what a woman driet for you.
- ‘Gae wash your hands in the cauld spring water,
And dry them on a towel a’ giltit wi silver.
- ‘And tak me by the middle, and lift me up saftlie,
And throw me ower shipboard, baith me and my babie.’
- He took her by the middle, and lifted her saftly,
And threw her ower shipboard, baith her and her babie.
- Sometimes she did sink, sometimes she did float it,
Until that she cam to the high banks o Yarrow.
- ‘O captain tak gowd, O sailors tak money,
And launch out your sma boat till I sail for my honey.’
- ‘How can I tak gowd, how can I tak money?
My ship’s on a sand bank, she winna sail for me.’
- The captain took gowd, the sailors took money,
And they launchd out their sma boat till he sailed for his honey.
- ‘Mak my love a coffin o the gowd sae yellow,
Whar the wood it is dear, and the planks they are narrow,
And bury my love on the high banks o Yarrow.’
- They made her a coffin o the gowd sae yellow,
And buried her deep on the high banks o Yarrow.