'Good, my lord, will you stay then about my father's house
And walk into these gardens green? In my arms I'll thee embrace.
Ten thousand times I'll kiss your mouth, make sport and let's be merry.'
'I thank you, lady, for your kindness, trust me, I may not stay with thee.
For I have killed the Laird Johnstone, I care not for the feud.
My loyal heart did still incline, he was my father's death.
By day and night I did pursue and all on him revenged to be;
Now I have gotten what I long sought, trust me, I may not stay with thee.
Adieu Dumfries, my proper place, adieu, adieu Caerlaverock fair;
Adieu my castle of the Threave, and all my buildings there.
Adieu Lochmaben's gates so fair and the Langholm shank where the birk bops bonny;
Adieu my lady and my only joy, trust me, I may not stay with thee.'
Now he has taken a good gold ring whereat hang signets three,
Says, 'Take you this, my own dear love, and aye, have mind of me.
'But if you have another lord while I am o'er the sea,
His life is but a three day's lease, trust me, I may not stay with thee.'
The wind was fair, the ship was clear, the good Lord went away;
The most part of his friends were there to give him fair convoy.
They ate the meat, they drank the wine, presenting in that good Lord's sight.
Now he is over the floods so grey, Lord Maxwell's taken his last goodnight.
And walk into these gardens green? In my arms I'll thee embrace.
Ten thousand times I'll kiss your mouth, make sport and let's be merry.'
'I thank you, lady, for your kindness, trust me, I may not stay with thee.
For I have killed the Laird Johnstone, I care not for the feud.
My loyal heart did still incline, he was my father's death.
By day and night I did pursue and all on him revenged to be;
Now I have gotten what I long sought, trust me, I may not stay with thee.
Adieu Dumfries, my proper place, adieu, adieu Caerlaverock fair;
Adieu my castle of the Threave, and all my buildings there.
Adieu Lochmaben's gates so fair and the Langholm shank where the birk bops bonny;
Adieu my lady and my only joy, trust me, I may not stay with thee.'
Now he has taken a good gold ring whereat hang signets three,
Says, 'Take you this, my own dear love, and aye, have mind of me.
'But if you have another lord while I am o'er the sea,
His life is but a three day's lease, trust me, I may not stay with thee.'
The wind was fair, the ship was clear, the good Lord went away;
The most part of his friends were there to give him fair convoy.
They ate the meat, they drank the wine, presenting in that good Lord's sight.
Now he is over the floods so grey, Lord Maxwell's taken his last goodnight.