| lyric | Ye Hielands and ye Lawlands, Oh! where hae ye been?
They hae slain the Earl o’ Moray, And laid him on the green,
He was a braw gallant, and he rade at the ring;
And the bonnie Earl o’ Moray, He might hae been a king.
O, lang will his ladye look frae the Castle Doune,
Ere she see the Earl o’ Mopray Come soundin’ through the toun.
Oh [Wae betide ye, Huntly, and wherefore did ye sae ?
Ibade ye bring him wi’ you, and forbad’ ye him to slay.
He was a braw gallant, and he played at the glove;
And the bonnie Earl o’Moray, he was the Queen’s love.
Oh !Lang will his ladye look frae the Castle Doune
Ere she see the Earl o’ Moray come soundin’ through the toun. |