The Earl Of Moray

The Earl Of Moray

Ye highlands and ye lowlands, and where have ye been,
They have slain the Earl of Moray and laid him on the green.
He was a braw gallant and he rode at the ring,
And the bonny Earl of Moray, he was the Queen`s own love.
Long will his lady look o`er the castle down
Ere she sees the Earls of Moray come sounding through the town.

Oh, woe betide ye Huntley, and wherefore die ye say,
I bade ye bring him to me, but forbade ye him to slay?”
He was a braw gallant and he rode at the ring,
And the bonny Earl of Moray, he might have been a king.
Long will his lady look o`er the castle down
Ere she sees the Earls of Moray come sounding through the town.

Ye highlands and ye lowlands, and where have ye been,
They have slain the Earl of Moray and laid him on the green.
He was a braw gallant and he rode at the ring,
And the bonny Earl of Moray, wasa flow`r among them all.
Long will his lady look o`er the castle down
Ere she sees the Earls of Moray come sounding through the town.