Lord Gregory 1: Lord Gregory Versions from the Singing Tradition 1: Lord Gregory As sung by Hughie Stewart, Alyth, Perthshire 2: Lord Gregory As sung by Hughie Stewart, Alyth, Perthshire [ HOME ] [ Numbered List ] As sung by Hughie Stewart. Recorded by Peter and Lena Shepheard at Marshall's berryfield Alyth, Blairgowrie in August 1965 [Spr 65.15.8]. 'You be the bonnie lass o Thackan Rhyne, [i.e. Lochan Rhyne You'll be beneath both kith and kin, If you tell me the first if I can love, [i.e. token of our love, That's before I let you in.' 'Come open the door Lord Gregory, Come open and let me all in, For the rain it does fall on my bonnie yeller hair, And the dew falls on your young son.' Compilation based on the version from Hughie Stewart recorded at Marshall's berryfield Alyth, Blairgowrie August 1965. The singers two verses occur as verses 9 and 6. Easy and free (q =100) Dorian (-3rd). 1: 'Oh wha will shoe my bonnie babe's foot? And wha will glove his hand? And wha will lace ma middle sae jimp, Wi a new made linen band?' 2: 'And wha will trim my yeller hair, Wi my new siller kame? And wha will be faither tae my young son, Till Lord Gregory comes hame?' 3: 'Your faither will hoe your bonnie babe's foot, Your mither will glove his hand, Your sister will lace your middle sae jimp, With a new made linen band.' 4: Fair Annie stood at her true love's door, And tirled at the drawing pin, 'Rise up rise up Lord Gregory, And let your true love in.' 5: Then up and rose his false lady, Says, 'Who's a wanting in?' x x 6: 'Come open the door Lord Gregory, Come open and let me in, For the rain it falls on my bonnie yeller hair, And the dew falls on your young son.' 7: 'Oh whether ye be the Queen hersel, Or ane o her Maries three, Or are ye the lass o Lochan Rhyne Seeking Lord Gregory.' 8: 'Oh I am not the Queen hersel, Nor ane o her Maries three, But I am the lass o Lochan Ryne Seeking Lord Gregory.' 9: 'Gin ye be the lass o Lochan Rhyne, Banished from kith and kin, Then tell me the first token of our love, Before I let you in.' 10: 'Oh dae ye mind, Lord Gregory, When we drank at the wine? We changed the rings on our fingers, And aye the best was mine.' 11: 'For mine was true and trusty gowd, And yours it was but tin, Mine was of the true and trusty gowd, But yours was fause within.' 12: 'And dae ye mind Lord Gregory, When we drank at the wine? We changed the napkins frae our necks, And aye the best was mine.' 13: 'For mine was of the Holland fine, And yours was but coarse and thin, X X 14: 'Come open the door Lord Gregory, Come open the door I pray, For your young son that is in my airms, Will be dead ere it is day.' 15: 'Awa awa ye ill woman, Gae frae my door in shame, For I hae gotten another fair love, So ye may hie for hame.' 16: 'Oh mither dear I dreamed a dream, The thocht it gars me greet, That the bonnie lass o the Lochan Rhyne, Lay cauld deid at my feet.' 17: 'I dreamed that Annie o Lochan Rhyne, The flower o aa her kin, Wis standin mournin at my door, But nane wad let her in.' 18: 'Oh there was a woman stood at your door, Wi a bairn intil her airms, But I wadna let her within the bower, For fear she had done you harm.' 19: Oh quickly quickly raise he up, And fast ran tae the strand, And there he saw his fair Annie dear, Fast sailing frae the land. 20: The wind blew loud and the sea grew high, And her boat was dashed on shore, Fair Annie floats on the raging sea, But her young son rose no more. 21: He caught her by her yellow hair, And drew her tae the strand, Fair Annie's corpse lay at his feet, But his bonnie young son was gone. 22: And first he kissed her pale pale cheek, And then he kissed her chin, And softly he kissed her pale pale lips, But there was nae breath within. [ HOME ][ TOP ]