Meg Drummond

(Andrew Douglas)

The king's at hame in Holyrood

There's lights in every ha'.

Of a' the dancers gathered there

Meg Drummond shines maist braw.



The grey Scots lords lords stand round the king

Desire the king to wed,

But it isna Meg o' the gowden hair

They choose to share his bed.



"The English princess, sire, is fair

A marriage there would lead

To English Gowd and English gear

to fill our country's need."



Fair deaved was Jamie by their words

Fair deaved by night and day

But he thocht o' Meg wi' the gowden hair

And aye he answered "Nay."



And when she cam tae the kings ha' door

And curtsied down fu' low,

Wi' at her back her sisters twa

They made a bonny show.



The Scots lords in the ha' did glower

And grimly did they see

For well they knew tis happy hour

Their ruin soon could be.



The candle now is guttering low,

"To bed!" the king doth cry,

And he himsel' did light her up

To her chamber door sae high.



Oh gladly, gladly rose the king

At the dawning of the day,

But Meg and her sisters ne'er rose up

Lay stiff and cauld as clay.



No court did speir whit wey they died

By sickness or poison dread

To Dunblane Kirk wi' haste at night

Their corpses soon were sped.



And when on Flodden's fatal field

King James was doomed tae dee

A sma' voice in the wind did sigh

"O Jamie, come to me!"



O Drummond's woods are fine and fair

And Drummond's woods are green,

And some folks say they still do walk

The bonny birks atween.



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