Lady Dysie

There once was a King, a very great King

And a King o' muckle fame

He had a lovely dochter fair

Lady Dysie was her name

And word's gane up, and word's gane doon

And word's gane tae the King

Lady Dysie she gans richt round about

And tae whom they dinnae ken

When bells were rung and mass was sung

And they've a' gan tae their rest

The King's gan tae Lady Dysie's bower

And he wasnae a welcome guest

He's pu'd the curtains round about

And there he sat him doon

Gae tell me Lady Dysie he said

What gars ye gan sae roon?

Is it tae a Lord or tae a Laird

Or a Baron o' high degree?

Gae tell me Lady Dysie he said

And I pray thee dinnae lee

Oh it's no' tae a Lord and it's no' tae a Laird

Nor tae onie Barony

But it's tae Roger the kitchen boy

Wha ca's sae aye tae me

He's ca'd his merry men oot by one

By one, by twa, by three

And last came Roger the kitchen boy

And he's dashed him tae a tree

And he's ta'en oot that bonnie boy's heart

Pit it in a cup of gold

And he's sent it tae Lady Dysie's bower

Because she's been sae bold

Fareweel Faither, Fareweel Mither

Fareweel tae comfort and joy

He died for me, I'll die for him

Though he was but a kitchen boy

Fareweel Mither, Fareweel Faither

Fareweel my brithers three

Ye thocht ye had taken the life o' yin

But ye've taken the lives o' three