Proud Maisrie

Proud Maisrie stands in her bower door

As slim as the willow wand

And by there comes a gardener child

With a red rose in his hand, his hand

A red rose in his hand

Oh you shall have my rose, fair maid

If you'll give your flower to me

And among the flowers in your father's yard

I'll make a gown for thee, for thee

I'll make a gown for thee

Your dress shall be the smelling thyme

And your petticoat chamomile

And your apron of the celandine

Then kiss, sweetheart, and join and join

Come kiss, sweetheart, and join

Your feet are shoon with yon red rue

That grows in the garden fine

And I'll line them with the tapitaine

So join your love with mine, with mine

So join your love with mine

Since you have made a gown for me

Among the summer flowers

So I will make a suit for thee

Among the winter showers, showers

Among the winter showers

The milk white snow shall be your shirt

And lie your body next

And the mirk-black rain shall be your coat

With a wind-gale at your breast, your breast

A wind-gale at your breast

The bonnet that's upon your head

Shall be the southron grey

And every time that you pass by

I'll wish you were away, away

I'll wish you were away