Betsy Bell And Mary Gray
Betsy Bell and Mary Gray,
They were bonny lasses
They bigget a bower on yon burnside,
And theekit it o'er wi' rashes.
They theekit it o'er wi' rashes green,
They theekit it o'er wi' heather;
But the plague came from the burrows-town,
And it slew them baith thegither.
They would not have their shoes of red
Nor would they have them yellow
But they would have their shoes of green
To ride through the streets of yarrow
They thought to lye in Methren Kirk yard,
Amang their noble kin;
But they maun lye in Stronach haugh,
All art beneath the sun.
Betsy Bell y Mary Gray
Betsy Bell y Mary Gray,
Eran chicas hermosas
Construyeron una cabaña en la orilla del arroyo,
Y la techaban con juncos.
La techaban con juncos verdes,
La techaban con brezo;
Pero la plaga vino del pueblo de las madrigueras,
Y las mató a ambas juntas.
No querían sus zapatos rojos
Ni los querían amarillos
Pero querían sus zapatos verdes
Para pasear por las calles de Yarrow.
Pensaban descansar en el cementerio de Methren Kirk,
Entre su noble parentela;
Pero deben descansar en Stronach haugh,
Todo arte bajo el sol.