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Gill Morice was an Earl's son His name it waxed wide; It was nae for his great riches, Nor yet his meikle pride. His face was fair, lang was his hair, In the wild woods he staid, But his fame was, by a fair lady, That lived on Carron side.—

Whare will I get a bonny boy That will win hose and shoon, That will gae to Lord Barnard's ha', And bid his lady come. Ye maun rin this crranderrand [sic], Willie, And maun rin wi' pride, When other boys gae on their feet, On horseback ye shall ride.

O no! O no! my master dear, I dare not for my life, I'll no gae to the bauld Baron's For to tryst forth his wife. My bird Willie, my boy Willie My dear Willie, he said, How can you strive against the stream, For I shall be obey'd.