No: 232; variant: 232F
- THE Erle of Wigton had three daughters,
O braw wallie, but they were bonnie!
The youngest o them, and the bonniest too,
Has fallen in love wi Richie Storie.
- ‘Here’s a letter for ye, madame,
Here’s a letter for ye, madame;
The Erle o Home wad fain presume
To be a suitor to ye, madame.’
- ‘I’l hae nane o your letters, Richie;
I’l hae nane o your letters, Richie;
For I’ve made a vow, and I’ll keep it true,
The I’l have none but you, Richie.’
- ‘O do not say so, madame;
O do not say so, madame;
For I have neither land nor rent,
For to maintain you o, madame.
- ‘Ribands ye maun wear, madame,
Ribands ye maun wear, madame;
With the bands about your neck
O the goud that shines sae clear, madame.’
- ‘I’l lie ayont a dyke, Richie,
I’l lie ayont a dyke, Richie;
And I’l be aye at your command
And bidding, whan ye like, Richie.’
- O he’s gane on the braid, braid road,
And she’s gane through the broom sae bonnie,
Her silken robes down to her heels,
And she’s awa wi Richie Storie.
- This lady gade up the Parliament stair,
Wi pendles in her lugs sae bonnie;
Mony a lord lifted his hat,
But little did they ken she was richie’s lady.
- Up then spak the Erle o Home’s lady;
‘Was na ye richt sorrie, Annie,
To leave the lands o bonnie Cumbernauld
And follow Richie Storie, Annie?’
- ‘O what need I be sorrie, madame?
O what need I be sorrie, madame?
For I’ve got them that I like best,
And war ordained for me, madame.’
- ‘Cumbernauld is mine, Annie,
Cumbernauld is mine, Annie;
And a’ that’s mine, it shall be thine,
As we sit at the wine, Annie.’