April 2001
Version recorded by James Madison Carpenter of Harvard from Mrs Watson Gray of Fochabers in 1931 (‘learned in Glenlivet over fifty years before’)
He’s ben an’ ben,
An ben tae his bed,
An wie a shairp rapier,
He stabbit him dead.
The ladye cam’ doon the stairs
Wringin’ her hands,
He’s slain the Earl o Moray
The floor o’ Scotland.
But Huntly lap(s) on his horse
Rade tae the king;
“Ye’re welcome hame, Huntly
An’ Whare hae ye been?
“Whare hae ye been,
An’ hoo hae ye sped?
“I’ve killed the Earl o’ moray,
Dead in his bed.”
“Noo wae be to ye, Huntly,
An wharefore did ye sae,
I bade ye bring him wie ye,
But forbade ye him tae slay.”
He was a braw gallant,
An’ he rade at the ring,
An the bonnie Earl o’ moray,
He micht hae been a king.”
He was a braw gallant,
An he played at the glove,
An’ the bonnie Earl o’ moray
He was the Queen’s love.
He was a braw gallant,
He played at the ba,’
O the bonnie Earl o’ Moray
Was the floor o’ them a’.
O lang will his ladye,
Look owre the castle doone,
Ere she see the Earl o’ Moray
Come soundin’ through the toon.1
Notes:
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