Poetry Archives

Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands,
O where hae ye been?
They hae slain the Earl of Murray,
  And hae laid him on the green.

Now wae be to thee, Huntley!
  And whairfore did ye sae!
I bade you bring him wi’ you,
  But forbade you him to slay.

He was a braw gallant,
  And he rid at the ring;
Ana the bonny Earl of Murray,
  O he might hae been a king!

He was a braw gallant,
  And he play’d at the ba’;
And the bonny Earl of Murray
  Was the flower amang them a’!

He was a braw gallant,
  And he play’d at the gluve;
And the bonny Earl of Murray,
  O he was the Queen’s luve!

O lang will his Lady
  Look owre the Castle Downe,
Ere she see the Earl of Murray
  Come sounding through the town!