No: 97; variant: 97C
- 'THERE is a bird in my father's orchard,
And dear, but it sings sweet!
I hope to live to see the day
This bird and I will meet.'
- 'O hold your tongue, my daughter Mally,
Let a' your folly be;
What bird is that in my orchard
Sae shortsome is to thee?
- 'There are four-an-twenty noble lords
The morn shoud dine wi me;
And ye maun serve them a', Mally,
Like one for meat and fee.'
- She servd the nobles all as one,
The horsemen much the same;
But her mind was aye to Brown Robyn,
Beneath the heavy rain.
- Then she's rowd up a thousand pounds
Intil a servit white,
And she gae that to Brown Robyn,
Out ower the garden-dyke:
Says, Take ye that, my love Robyn,
And mysell gin ye like.
- 'If this be true, my dame,' he said,
'That ye hae tauld to me,
About the hour o twall at night,
At your bower-door I'll be.'
- But ere the hour o twall did chap,
And lang ere it was ten,
She had hersell there right and ready
To lat Brown Robyn in.
- They hadna kissd nor love clapped
Till the birds sang on the ha;
'O,' sighing says him Brown Robyn,
'I wish I were awa!'
- They hadna sitten muckle langer
Till the guards shot ower the way;
Then sighing says him Brown Robyn,
'I fear my life this day.'
- 'O had your tongue, my love Robyn,
Of this take ye nae doubt;
It was by wiles I brought you in,
By wiles I'll bring you out.'
- Then she's taen up a cup o wine,
To her father went she;
'O drink the wine, father,' she said,
'O drink the wine wi me.'
- 'O well love I the cup, daughter,
But better love I the wine;
And better love I your fair body
Than a' the gowd in Spain.'
- 'Wae be to the wine, father,
That last came ower the sea;
Without the air o gude greenwood,
There's nae remeid for me.'
- 'Ye've thirty maries in your bower,
Ye've thirty and hae three;
Send ane o them to pu a flower,
Stay ye at hame wi me.'
- 'I've thirty maries in my bower,
I've thirty o them and nine;
But there's nae a marie amo them a'
That kens my grief and mind.
- 'For they may pu the nut, the nut,
And sae may they the slae,
But there's nane amo them a' that kens
The herb that I woud hae.'
- 'Well, gin ye gang to gude greenwood,
Come shortly back again;
Ye are sae fair and are sae rare,
Your body may get harm.'
- She dressd hersell into the red,
Brown Robyn all in green,
And put his brand across his middle,
He was a stately dame.
- The first ane stepped ower the yett,
It was him Brown Robyn;
'By my sooth,' said the proud porter,
'This is a stately dame.
- 'O wi your leave, lady,' he said,
'And leave o a' your kin,
I woudna think it a great sin
To turn that marie in.'
- 'O had your tongue, ye proud porter,
Let a' your folly be;
Ye darena turn a marie in
That ance came forth wi me.'
- 'Well shall I call your maries out,
And as well shall I in;
For I am safe to gie my oath
That marie is a man.'
- Soon she went to gude greenwood,
And soon came back again;
'Gude sooth,' replied the proud porter,
'We've lost our stately dame.'
- 'My maid's faen sick in gude greenwood,
And sick and liken to die;
The morn before the cocks do craw,
That marie I maun see.'
- Out it spake her father then,
Says, Porter, let me know
If I will cause her stay at hame,
Or shall I let her go?
- 'She says her maid's sick in the wood,
And sick and like to die;
I really think she is too gude
Nor ever woud make a lie.'
- Then he whispered in her ear,
As she was passing by,
'What will ye say if I reveal
What I saw wi my eye?'
- 'If ought ye ken about the same,
O heal that well on me,
And if I live or brook my life,
Rewarded ye shall be.'
- Then she got leave o her father
To gude greenwood again,
And she is gane wi Brown Robyn,
But 'twas lang ere she came hame.
- O then her father began to mourn,
And thus lamented he:
'O I woud gie ten thousand pounds
My daughter for to see.'
- 'If ye will promise,' the porter said,
'To do nae injury,
I will find out your daughter dear,
And them that's gane her wi.'
- Then he did swear a solemn oath,
By a' his gowd and land,
Nae injury to them's be dune,
Whether it be maid or man.
- The porter then a letter wrote,
And seald it wi his hand,
And sent it to that lady fair,
For to return hame.
- When she came to her father's ha,
He received her joyfullie,
And married her to Brown Robyn;
Now a happy man was he.
- She hadna been in her father's ha
A day but barely three,
Till she settled the porter well for life,
Wi gowd and white monie.