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 Saying Master will you please come down,

to a lady who wants you to see?

A lady gay stands at your gates,

the like of her I ne’er did see,

She has more gold above her eye,

nor would buy a baron’s land to me.

Out then spake the bride’s mother,

I’m sure an angry woman was she,

You’re impudent and insolent,

ye might excepted the bride and me.

Ye lie ye lie, ye proud woman,

sae loud as I hear ye lie,

She has more gold on her body

than would buy the lands, the bride and thee.

Go down, go down, Porter, he says,

and tell the lady from me,

That I’m up stairs with my lovely bride,

and a sight of her I cannot see.

The Porter he goes down again,

the lady waited patiently,

My master’s with his lovely bride,

and a sight of him you cannot see.

From off her finger she’s taen a ring,

give that to your master, she says, from me

And tell him now, young man, she says,

to bring down a cup of wine to me.

Here's a ring for you, master, he says,

on her mid finger she has three;