Lyrics

There were three sisters lived in a ha' Hech, hey, and the lily gay By cam a knicht and he woo'd them a' And the rose is aye the redder aye And the first ane she was dressed in green Hech, hey, and the lily gay "Would ye fancy me and be my queen?" And the rose is aye the redder aye And the second ane she was dressed in yellow Hech, hey, and the lily gay "Would ye fancy me and be my marrow?" And the rose is aye the redder aye And the first ane she was dressed in red Hech, hey, and the lily gay "Would ye fancy me and be my bride?" And the rose is aye the redder aye "Ye may seek me frae my faither dear Hech, hey, and the lily gay And frae my mither wha' did me bear And the rose is aye the redder aye "Ye may seek me frae my sister Anne Hech, hey, and the lily gay And dinna forget my brither John." And the rose is aye the redder aye And he socht her frae her faither, the king Hech, hey, and the lily gay And he socht her frae her mither, the queen And the rose is aye the redder aye And he socht her frae her sister Anne Hech, hey, and the lily gay But forgot tae speir at her brither John And the rose is aye the redder aye And her mither dressed her in her gown Hech, hey, and the lily gay And her sister tied the flounces 'round And the rose is aye the redder aye Her faither mounted her on her horse Hech, hey, and the lily gay And her brither led her doon the close And the rose is aye the redder aye And he's ta'en a knife baith lang and sharp Hech, hey, and the lily gay And he's pierced the bonnie bride through the heart And the rose is aye the redder aye "Oh, lead me, lead me up yon hill Hech, hey, and the lily gay And there I'll sit and mak' my will." And the rose is aye the redder aye "What will ye leave tae your faither dear?" Hech, hey, and the lily gay "The bonnie white steed that brocht me here." And the rose is aye the redder aye "What will ye leave tae your mither dear?" Hech, hey, and the lily gay "The bloody robes that I do wear." And the rose is aye the redder aye "What will ye leave tae your sister Anne?" Hech, hey, and the lily gay "The gowden ring frae off my hand." And the rose is aye the redder aye "What will ye leave tae your brither John?" Hech, hey, and the lily gay "The gallows tree for tae hang him on." And the rose is aye the redder aye