181A: The Bonnie Earl o’ Moray

181A.1	 YE Highlands, and ye Lawlands,
	 Oh where have you been?
	 They have slain the Earl of Murray,
	 And they layd him on the green.
181A.2	 ‘Now wae be to thee, Huntly!
	 And wherefore did you sae?
	 I bade you bring him wi you,
	 But forbade you him to slay.’
181A.3	 He was a braw gallant,
	 And he rid at the ring;
	 And the bonny Earl of Murray,
	 Oh he might have been a king!
181A.4	 He was a braw gallant,
	 And he playd at the ba;
	 And the bonny Earl of Murray
	 Was the flower amang them a’.
181A.5	 He was a braw gallant,
	 And he playd at the glove;
	 And the bonny Earl of Murray,
	 Oh he was the Queen’s love!
181A.6	 Oh lang will his lady
	 Look oer the castle Down,
	 Eer she see the Earl of Murray
	 Come sounding thro the town!
	 Eer she, etc.

181B: The Bonnie Earl o’ Moray

181B.1	 ‘OPEN the gates,
	 and let him come in;
	 He is my brother Huntly,
	 he’ll do him nae harm.’
181B.2	 The gates they were opent,
	 they let him come in,
	 But fause traitor Huntly,
	 he did him great harm.
181B.3	 He’s ben and ben,
	 and ben to his bed,
	 And with a sharp rapier
	 he stabbed him dead.
181B.4	 The lady came down the stair,
	 wringing her hands:
	 ‘He has slain the Earl o Murray,
	 the flower o Scotland.’
181B.5	 But Huntly lap on his horse,
	 rade to the king:
	 ‘Ye’re welcome hame, Huntly,
	 and whare hae ye been?
181B.6	 ‘Whare hae ye been?
	 and how hae ye sped?’
	 ‘I’ve killed the Earl o Murray,
	 dead in his bed.’
181B.7	 ‘Foul fa you, Huntly!
	 and why did ye so?
	 You might have taen the Earl o Murray,
	 and saved his life too.’
181B.8	 ‘Her bread it’s to bake,
	 her yill is to brew;
	 My sister’s a widow,
	 and sair do I rue.
181B.9	 ‘Her corn grows ripe,
	 her meadows grow green,
	 But in bonny Dinnibristle
	 I darena be seen.’