The Lass of Roch Royal

No: 76; variant: 76I

  1. ‘OH open the door, Lord Gregory, Oh open, and let me in; The rain rains on my scarlet robes, The dew drops oer my chin.’
  2. ‘If you are the lass that I lovd once, As I true you are not she, Come give me some of the tokens That past between you and me.’
  3. ‘Ah wae be to you, Gregory, An ill death may you die! You will not be the death of one, But you’ll be the death of three.
  4. ‘Oh don’t you mind, Lord Gregory, ‘Twas down at yon burn-side We changed the ring of our fingers, And I put mine on thine?’