The Fair Flower of Northumberland

No: 9; variant: 9[F]

  1. She stole the keys from her father’s bed-head, O but her love it was easy won! She opened the gates, she opened them wide, She let him out o the prison strong.
  2. She went into her father’s stable, O but her love it was easy won! She stole a steed that was both stout and strong, To carry him hame frae Northumberland.
  3. ‘I’ll be cook in your kitchen, Noo sure my love has been easy won! I’ll serve your own lady with hat an with hand, For I daurna gae back to Northumberland.’
  4. ‘I need nae cook in my kitchin, O but your love it was easy won! Ye’ll serve not my lady with hat or with hand, For ye maun gae back to Northumberland.’
  5. When she gaed hame, how her father did ban! ‘O but your love it was easy won! A fair Scottish girl, not sixteen years old, Was once the fair flower o Northumberland!’