Betsy Bell And Mary Gray

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.