Betsy Bell And Mary Grey

Traditional Betsy Bell and Mary Gray They were bonny lasses They bigget a bower on yon burnside And theekit it o'er wi' rashes. They theekit it o'er wi' rashes green They theekit it o'er wi' heather But the plague came from the burrows-town And it slew them baith thegither. They would not have their shoes of red Nor would they have them yellow But they would have their shoes of green To ride through the streets of Yarrow. They thought to lye in Methren Kirk yard Among their noble kin But they were laid in Stronach Hall All art beneath the sun. Betsy Bell and Mary Gray They were bonny lasses They bigget a bower on yon burnside And theekit it o'er wi' rashes.