Bessie's Wedding

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Blyth Will An' Bessie's Wedding
(Tune - Roy's wife )

THERE was a weddin' o'er in Fife,
An' mony ane frae Lothian at it;
Jean Vernor there maist lost his life,
For love o' Jamie Howden at it.
Blyth Will an' Bessie's weddin',
Blyth Will an', &c.

Had I been Will, Bess had been mine,
An' Bess an' I had made the weddin'.
Right sair she grat, an' wet her cheeks,
An' naithing pleas'd that we cou'd gi' her;
She tint her heart in Jeamie's breeks,
It cam nae back to Lothian wi' her.
Blyth, &c.

Kate Mackie cam frae Parlon craigs,
The road was foul twixt that an' Couper
She shaw'd a pair o' handsome legs,
When Highland Donald he o'er took her.

Comin' o'er the moor o' Couper,
Comin' o'er the moor o' Couper,
Donald fell in love wi' her,
An' row'd his Highland plaid about her.

They took them to the Logan steps,
An' set them down to rest thegither,
Donald laid her on her back,
An' fir'd a Highland pistol at her.
Comin' &c.

Lochleven Castle heard the rair,
An' Faukland house the echo sounded;
Highland Donald gae a stare,
The lassie sigh'd, but was nae wounded.
Comin', &c.

Tamie Tamson too was there,
Maggie Birnie was his dearie,
He pat it in amang the hair,
An' puddled there till he was wearie.
Blyth, &c.

When e'enin' cam the town was thrang,
An' beds were no to get for siller;
When e'er they fand a want o' room.
They lay in pairs like bread an' butter.
Blythe, &c.

Twa an' twa they made the bed,
An' twa an' twa they lay the gither;
When they had na room enough,
Ilk ane lap on aboon the tither;
Blythe, &c.


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