Bonnie George Campbell

[27. Traditional Ballads]

Hie upon Hielands,

and laigh upon Tay,

rode out on a day.

He saddled, he bridled,

and gallant rode he,

And hame cam his guid horse,

but never cam he.

Out cam his mother dear,

greeting fu sair,

And out cam his bonnie bryde,

riving [1] her hair.

“The meadow lies green,

the corn is unshorn,

But bonnie George Campbell

will never return,”

Saddled and bridled

and booted rode he,

A plume in his helmet,

A sword at his knee.

But toom [2] cam his saddle,

all bloody to see,

Oh, hame cam his guid horse,

but never cam he!

[1. Tearing.]

[2. Empty.]