Traditional
This favourite old ballad was written in the ealy part of the 19th century, but nothing is certain as to the author or composer.
O Willie's gane tae Melville Castle,
Boots and spurs and a'
To bid the ladies a' fareweel, before hes gaed awa',
Willie's young and blythe and bonnie
Loved by ane and a'
O what would all the lassies do
When Willie gaes awa'
The first he met was Lady Kate,
She led him through the ha',
And wi' a sad and sorry heart she let the teardrops fa',
Beside the fire stood Lady Gray,
Said ne'er a word of a'
She thocht that she was sure of him
Before he gaed awa'.
Then ben the hoose cam' Lady Bell,
"Guid troth ye need na craw,
Maybe the lad will fancy me and disappoint ye all",
And doon the stair tripped Lady Jean,
The flo'er amang them all,
"O lassies trust in providence,
Ye'll get guid husbands all."
When on his horse he rade awa',
They gathered round the door,
He gaily waved his bonnet blue, they set up sich a roar
Their cries, their tears brought Willie back,
He kissed them ane and a',
"O lassies bide till I cam' hame
And then I'll wed ye all!"
This favourite old ballad was written in the ealy part of the 19th century, but nothing is certain as to the author or composer.
O Willie's gane tae Melville Castle,
Boots and spurs and a'
To bid the ladies a' fareweel, before hes gaed awa',
Willie's young and blythe and bonnie
Loved by ane and a'
O what would all the lassies do
When Willie gaes awa'
The first he met was Lady Kate,
She led him through the ha',
And wi' a sad and sorry heart she let the teardrops fa',
Beside the fire stood Lady Gray,
Said ne'er a word of a'
She thocht that she was sure of him
Before he gaed awa'.
Then ben the hoose cam' Lady Bell,
"Guid troth ye need na craw,
Maybe the lad will fancy me and disappoint ye all",
And doon the stair tripped Lady Jean,
The flo'er amang them all,
"O lassies trust in providence,
Ye'll get guid husbands all."
When on his horse he rade awa',
They gathered round the door,
He gaily waved his bonnet blue, they set up sich a roar
Their cries, their tears brought Willie back,
He kissed them ane and a',
"O lassies bide till I cam' hame
And then I'll wed ye all!"