THE GAIRDNER CHILD



Proud Maisrie stands at her faither's door

As straight's a willow wand

Till by there came a gairdner child

And a red rose in his hand, his hand,

A red rose in his hand



"It's you will hae my rose, fair maid,

Gin ye'll gie yer floo'r tae me

And amang the floo'rs o' yer faither's yard

I'll make a goon for thee, for thee

I'll make a goon for thee



"The lily white will be yer smock

And lie yer body neist

The marigold will be yer stays

And a red rose at yer briest, yer breist,

A red rose at yer briest

"Yer goon shall be o' the smellin' thyme

And yer petticoat camowine

And yer apron o the soladine

Jine yer love wi' mine, wi' mine,

Come jine yer love wi' mine



"Yer shoon will be o' yon red rue

That grows in the garden fine

And I'll them wi' the tapitan

Oh kiss, sweetheart and jine, and jine

Oh kiss, sweetheart and jine"



"Since you hae made a goon for me

Amang the simmer floo'rs

I will mak' a suit for thee

Amang the winter shoo'rs, the shoo'rs

Amang the winter shoo'rs



"The milk-white snaw will be yer sark

And lie yer body neist

The mirk black rain will be yer coat

A wind gale at yer briest, yer briest

A wind gale at yer briest



"The horse that ye shall ride upon

Will be the winter snell

And I'll bridle him wi' some norland blasts

And some sharp shoo'rs o'hail, o' hail

And some sharp shoo'rs o' hail



"The bonnet's that be upon yer heid

Will be the southron grey

And every time that ye pass by

I'll wish ye were away, away

I'll wish ye were away



Child #219

sung by Jean Redpath and Ewan MacColl

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