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Summary: The
provest's daughter steals her father's keys to release a
prisoner from jail after they fall in love. After crossing
the border on her father's best horse, the prisoner throws
her from the horse and leaves her on her own as he heads
back to his wife.
Moral: If you put
your hands in the fire you'll get burnt.
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The provost's aye daughter
was making her lane
Oh but her love was easy won
And she heard a Scots prisoner a making his mane
And she's the fair flower of Northumberland
"It's oh, gin the lassie would borrow a key"
Oh but her love was easy won
"And I'd make her a lady of high degree
If she'd loose me out of this prison stang"
Oh she's gane then tae her faither's bed stock
Oh but her love was easy won
And she's stolen the keys for many a braw lock
And she's loosed him out of his prison strang
Oh she's gane ben tae her faither's stable
Oh but her love was easy won
And she's ta'en a horse that's both fleet and able
To carry them ben tae bonnie Scotland
As they were a riding across the Scot's moor
He said, "Oh but her love was easy won
Get doon frae my horse, you're a brazen faced whore
Although you're the flower of northumberland"
"It's I hae a wife in my ain country
Oh but her love was easy won
And I cannae do nothing wi a lassie like thee
So go get ye back tae Northumberland"
"It's cook in your kitchen I surely will be"
Oh but her love was easy won
"And I'll serve your lady most reverently
For I dare nae go back tae Northumberland"
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"It's cook in my kitchen
ye cannae well be
Oh but her love was easy won
For my lady, she winnae hae servants like thee
So get ye back tae Northumberland"
But laith was he the lassie tae tyne
He said, " Oh but her love was easy won"
So he's hired an old horse and he's feed an old man
To carry her hame tae Northumberland
But when she gaed in, her Faither did froon
And said, " Oh but her love was easy won
To be a Scot's whore and you're fifteen years old
And you're the fair flower of Northumberland"
But when she gaed in, her mither did smile
And said, " Oh but her love was easy won
You're nae the first that the Scots hae beguiled
And you're still the fair flower of Northumberland"
"For ye winnae want bread and ye winnae want wine
Oh but her love was easy won
And ye winnae want silver to buy a man
And you're still the fair flower of Northumberland"
Additional Information:
This song featured in Dave's Angle
on episode 53 of the Garden Sessions FREE fortnightly internet
radio show (or Podcast).
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