The Maid Freed From the Gallows

No: 95; variant: 95E

  1. ‘HOLD your hands, ye justice o peace, Hold them a little while! For yonder comes my father and mother, That’s travelld mony a mile.
  2. ‘Gie me some o your gowd, parents, Some o your white monie, To save me frae the head o yon hill, Yon greenwood gallows-tree.’
  3. ‘Ye’ll get nane o our gowd, daughter, Nor nane o our white monie, For we have travelld mony a mile, This day to see you die.’
  4. ‘Hold your hands, ye justice o peace, Hold them a little while! For yonder comes him Warenston, The father of my chile.
  5. ‘Give me some o your gowd, Warenston, Some o your white monie, To save me frae the head o yon hill, Yon greenwood gallows-tree.’
  6. ‘I bade you nurse my bairn well, And nurse it carefullie, And gowd shoud been your hire, Maisry, And my body your fee.’
  7. He’s taen out a purse o gowd, Another o white monie, And he’s tauld down ten thousand crowns, Says, True-love, gang wi me.