| Lyrics: | Eppie Morrie
Four-and-twenty Hielan' men
Cam' frae the Carron side
To steal
awa' Epple Morrle
For she wadna be a bride, a bride,
She wadna be a bride.
Then
oot it's cam' her mither then,
It was a moonlicht nicht,
She couldnae see her dochter
(daughter)
For tbe water shine sae bricht, sae bricht
The water shine sae
bricht.
Haud awa' frae me, mither, (hold)
Haud awa' frae me!
There's no' a man
in' Strathdon
Shall wedded be with me, with me,
Shall wedded be with me.
They've
taken Eppie Morrie, tben,
And a horse they've bound her on,
And they hae rid to the
minister's hoose
As fast as horse could gang, could gang,
As fast as horse could
gang.
Then Willie's ta'en his pistol oot (taken)
And set it to the minister's
breist,
O marry me, marry me, minister,
Or else I'll be your priest, your priest
Or
else I'll be your priest.
Haud awa' frae me, Willie,
Haud awa' frae me,
I
daurna avow to marry you
Except she's willin' as thee, as thee,
Except she's willin' as
thee.
Haud awa' frae me, good sir,
Haud awa' frae me,
There's no' a man in a'
Strathdon
Sball married be by me, by me,
Shall married be by me.
They've taken
Eppie Morrie then,
Sin' better couldna' be,
And they hae rid o'er Carron side
As fast
as horse could flee, could flee,
As fast as horse could flee.
The mass was sung and
bells were rung
And they'r awa' to bed,
And Willie and Eppie Morrie,
In ane bed they
were laid, were laid
In ane bed they were laid.
He's ta'en the sark frae aff his
back
And kicked awa his shoon,
And thrawn awa the chaulmer key,
And naked he lay
doon, lay doon
And naked he lay doon.
"Haud awa frae me, Willie,
Haud awa' frae
me,
Before I lose my maidenheid
I'll try my strength wi' thee, wi' thee.
I'll try my
strength wi' thee:"
He's kissed her on the lily breist
And held her shouthers
twa
But aye she grat and aye she spat
And turned tae the wa', the wa',
And turned tae
the wa'.
"Haud awa frae me, Willie,
Haud awa' frae me,
Before I lose my
maidenheid
I'll fecht wi' you till day, till day
I'll fecht wi' you till day.
A'
through the nicht they warssled there
Until the licht o' day,
And Willie grat and Willie
swat
But he couldna' streitch her spey, her spey
He couldna' streitch her
spey
Then, early in the morning
Before the licht o' day
In came the maid o'
Scallater
Wi' a goun and shirt alane, alane
Wi' a goun and shirt alane
Get up,
get up, young woman
And drink the wine wi' me,
You nicht hae ca'd me "maiden",
For
I'm sure as hale as thee, as thee,
For I'm sure as hale as thee.
Weary fa' you,
Willie, then,
That ye couldna' prove a man,
Ye micht hae ta'en her maidenheid,
She
wuuld hae hired your hand, your hand,
She would hae hired your hand.
"Haud awa' frae
me, lady,
Haud awa' frae me!
There's no' a man in a' Strathdon
Shall wedded be with
me, with me,
Shall wedded be with me.
Then in there came young Breadalbane
Wi'
a pistol on each side,
O, come awa', Eppie Morrie,
And I'll mak' you my bride, my
bride,
And l'll mak' you my bride.
Gae get to me a horse, Willie,
Get it like a
man,
And send me back to my mither
A maiden as I cam', I cam'
O a maiden as I
cam'.
The sun shines ower the westlin hills (wesiward)
By the lamplicht o' the
moon,
O --- saddle your horse, young John Forsythe,
Just whistle and I'll come soon, come
soon,
Just whistle snd I'll come soon.
from Blood & Roses vol.3 MacColl &
Seeger
Child #223
@courtship @abduction @Scots
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