Betsy Bell And Mary Gray
Betsy Bell and Mary Gray,
They were bonny lasses
They bigget a bower on yon burnside,
And theekit it o'er wi' rashes.
They theekit it o'er wi' rashes green,
They theekit it o'er wi' heather;
But the plague came from the burrows-town,
And it slew them baith thegither.
They would not have their shoes of red
Nor would they have them yellow
But they would have their shoes of green
To ride through the streets of yarrow
They thought to lye in Methren Kirk yard,
Amang their noble kin;
But they maun lye in Stronach haugh,
All art beneath the sun.
Betsy Bell e Mary Gray
Betsy Bell e Mary Gray,
Eram lasses bonny
Eles bigget um pavilhão em yon burnside,
E theekit que o'er erupções wi '.
Eles theekit que o'er verde wi 'erupções cutâneas,
Eles theekit que o'er urze wi ';
Mas a praga veio do tocas-cidade,
E matou baith thegither.
Eles não teriam seus sapatos de vermelho
Nem os têm amarela
Mas eles teriam seus sapatos de verde
Para montar pelas ruas de milefólio
Eles pensaram que a lixívia em Methren quintal Kirk,
Amang seus parentes nobres;
Mas eles maun lixívia em Stronach haugh,
Toda a arte sob o sol.