The Forrester
"I'm the forester of this land as ye may plainly see,
It's the mantle of your maidenhead that I would have from thee."
Chorus
Wi' my rue rum ror-ri-ty, right rum ror-ri-ty, right me wer-ri-ty
an.
He's ta'en her by the milk white hand and by the lee lang sleeve
He's laid her doon upon her back and asked no man's leave.
'Noo that ye've laid me doon, young man, ye must tak' me up again,
And since ye've had your will of me, come tell to me your name."
Some call me John, some call me James, begad it's a' the same,
But when I'm in the King's high court, Gillimie is my name."
She being a good scholar, she's spelled it out again.
"Gillimie, that's a Latin word, but Willie is your name."
When he heard his name pronounced, he mounted his high horse,
But she belted up her petticoats and followed wi' a' her force.
He rode and she ran the lang summer's day
Until they came to the river, commonly known as the Tay.
"The water is to deep, my love, I fear ye canna wade,"
But afore he had his horse well in she was at the ither side.
She went up to the King's high door, she knocked and she went
in,
Saying, "One of your knights has robbered me and he's robbed
me right and clean."
"Has he robbed you of your mantle, has he robbed you of your
ring?"
"No, he's robbed me o' my maidenhead and anither I canna
find."
"If he be a married man, high hanged he shall be.
"And if he be a single man, he'll shairly marry thee."
This couple they got married, they live in Huntly Town,
She's the Earl o' Airlie's daughter and he but a blacksmith's
son.
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