My plaid awa, my plaid awa,

And ore the hill and far awa,

And far awa to Norrowa,

My plaid shall not be blown awa.

The elfin knight sits on yon hill,

Ba, ba, ba, lilli ba

He blaws his horn both lowd and shril.

The wind hath blown my plaid awa

He blowes it east, he blowes it west,

He blowes it where he lyketh best.

"I wish that horn were in my kist,

Yes, and the knight in my armes two."

She had no sooner these words said,

When that the knight came to her bed.

"thou art over young a maid", quoth he,

"married with me thou il wouldst be"

"I have a sister younger than I,

And she was married yesterday"

"Married with me if thou wouldst be,

a courtesie thou must do to me.

"For thou must shape a sark to me,

without any cut or heme" quoth he.

"Thou must shape it knife-and-sheerlesse,

And also sue it needle-threedlesse"

"If that piece of courtesie I do to thee,

another thou must do to me.

I have an aiker of good ley-land,

Which lyeth low by yon sea-strand.

For thou must care it with thy horn,

So thou must sow it with thy corn.

And bigg a cart of stone and lyme,

Robin Redbreast he must trail it hame.

Thou must barn it in a mouse-holl,

And trash it into thy shoes soll.

And thou must winnow it in thy looff,

And also seek it in thy glove.

And thou must bring it over the sea,

And thou must bring it dry home to me.

When thou hast gotten thy turns well done,

Then come to me and get thy sark then.

I'l not quite plaid for my life

It haps my seven bairns and my wife

The wind shall not blow my plaid awa.

My maidenhead I'l then keep still,

Let the elphin knight do what he will

The wind's not blown my plaid awa.

Child nr: 3; The fause knight on the road

Why are you driving over my field? Said the carlin

Because the way lies over it, answered the boy

who was a little fellow

I will cut your traces, sais the carlin

Yes you hew, and i'll build answered the boy

Who was a little fellow

I wish you were in the wild wood, said the carlin

Yes you in, and i outside, answered the boy

Who was a little fellow

I wish you were in the highest tree-top, said the carlin

Yes, you up in the top, and i at the roots, answered the boy

Who was a little fellow

I wish you were in the wild sea, said the carlin

Yes, you in the sea and i in a boat, answered the boy

Who was a little fellow

I'll bore a hole in your boat, sai the carlin

Yes, you bore and I'll plug, answered the boy

Who was a little fellow

I wish you were in hell, said the carlin

Yes, you in and i outside, answered the boy

Who was a little fellow

I wish you were in heaven, said the carlin

Yes, I in and you outside, answered the boy

Who was a little fellow.

Child nr. 173:  Mary Hamilton (one of my favorites)

word's gane to the kitchen

and word's gane to the ha

that Mary Hamilton gangs i bairn

to the highest Stewart of a'

he's courted her in the kitchen

he's courted her in the ha

he's courted her in the laigh cellar

and that was warst of a'

she's tyed it in her apron

and she's thrown in it the sea

says, sink ye, swim ye bonny wee babe

you'l neer get mair o me

down them cam the auld queen

goud tassels tying her hair

o Marie where's the bonny wee babe

that i heard greet sae sair

there never was a babe intill my room

as little desings to be

it was but of touch o my sair side

come oer my fair bodie

o Mari put on your robes o' black

or else your robes o brown

for ye maun gang wi me the night

to see fair Edinbro town

I winna put on my robes o black

nor yet my robes o brown

but i'll put on my robes o white

to shine through Edinbro town

when she gaed up the Cannogate

she loud loud laughters three

but whan she cam down the Cannogate

the tear blinded her ee

when she gaed up the parliament stair

the heel cam af her shee

and lang or she cam down again

she was condemned to dee

when see came down the Cannogate

the Cannogate sae free

many a ladie lookd oer her window

weeping for this ladie

ye need nae weep for me, she said

ye need nae weep for me

for had i not slain mine own sweet babe

this death i wadna dee

bring me a bottle of wine, she says

the best that eer ye hae

that i may drink my weil-wishers

and they may drink to me

here's a health to the jolly sailors

that sail upon the main

let them never let on to my father and mother

but wath i'm coming hame

here's a health to the jolly sailors

that sail upon the sea

let them never let on to my father and mother

that i cam here to dee

oh little did my mother think

the day she cradled me

what lands i was to travel through

what death i was to dee

oh little did my father think

the day he held up me

what lands i was to travel through

what death i was to dee

last night i washd the queens feet

and gently laid her down

and a' the thanks i gotten the nicht

to be hangd in Edinbro town

last nicht there was four Maries

the nicht there'l but three

there was Marie Seton and Marie Beton,

and Marie Carmichael and me