Classic Poem

Good lord of the land, will you stay thane
About my faither's house,
And walk into these gardines green?
In my arms I'll thee embraice;

Ten thousand times I'll kiss thy face;
Make sport, and let's be mery.
I thank you, lady, fore your kindness;
Trust me, I may not stay with the.

For I have kil'd the laird Johnston;
I vallow not the feed;
My wiked heart did still incline,
He was my faither's dead.

Both night and day I did proceed
And a' on him revainged to be;
But now have I gotten what I long sowght,
Trust me, I may not stay with the.

Adue, Dumfriese, that proper place;
Fair well, Carlaurike faire;
Adue the castle of the Trive,
And all my buldings there.

Adue, Lochmaben gaits so faire,
And the Langhm shank where birks bobs bony;
Adue, my leady and only joy;
Trust me, I may not stay with the.

Adue, fair Eskdale, up and doun,
Wher my poor frends do duell;
The bangisters will beat them doun
And will them sore compell.

I'll reveinge the cause mysell
Again when I come over the sea;
Adue, my leady and only joy;
Fore, trust me, I may not stay with the.

Adue, Dumlanark, fals was ay,
And Closburn, in a band;
The laird of the Lag from my faither fled
When the Jhohnstones struek of his head.

They wer three brethren in a band;
I pray they may never be merry;
Adue, my leady and only joy;
Trust me, I may not stay with the.

Adue, madam my mother dear,
But and my sister[s] two;
Fair well, Robin in the Orchet,
Fore the my heart is wo.

Adue the lillie, and fair well rose,
And the primros, spreads fair and bony;
Adue, my leady and only joy;
Fore, trust me, I may not stay with thee.

He took out a good gold ring
Where at hang sygnets three:
Take thou that, my own kind thing,
And ay have mind of me.

Do not mary another lord
Agan or I come over the sea;
Adue, my leady and only joy;
For, trust me, I may not stay with thee.

The wind was fair and the ship was clare,
And the good lord went away;
The most part of his frends was there
Giving him a fair convoy.

They drank the wine, they did not spare,
Presentting in that good lord's sight;
Now he is over the floods so gray;
Lord Maxwell has te'n his last good-night.