| Song | Lord Gregory |
| Artist | Alasdair Roberts |
| Album | The Crook Of My Arm |
| 作曲 : Traditional | |
| I am a poor young girl | |
| That's straight from Callander. | |
| I'm in search of Lord Gregory-- | |
| Pray God I find him! | |
| The rain beats my yellow locks | |
| And the dew wets me still, | |
| My babe is cold in my arms-- | |
| Lord Gregory, let me in!" | |
| "Lord Gregory's not here and | |
| Henceforth can't be seen, | |
| For he's gone to bonny Scotland | |
| For to bring home his new queen. | |
| So leave now these windows | |
| And likewise this hall, | |
| For it's deep in the sea | |
| You should hide your downfall." | |
| "Who'll shoe my babe's little feet? | |
| Who'll put gloves on her hand? | |
| Who will tie my babe's middle | |
| With a long linen band? | |
| Who'll comb my babe's yellow hair | |
| With an ivory comb? | |
| Who will be my babe's father | |
| Till Lord Gregory comes home? | |
| Do you remember, love Gregory, | |
| That night in Callander | |
| Where we changed pocket handkerchiefs, | |
| And me against my will? | |
| For yours was pure linen, love, | |
| And mine but coarse cloth; | |
| For yours cost a guinea, love, | |
| And mine but one groat. | |
| Do you remember, love Gregory, | |
| That night in Callander | |
| Where we changed rings on our fingers, | |
| And me against my will? | |
| For yours was pure silver, love, | |
| And mine was but tin; | |
| For yours cost a guinea, love, | |
| And mine but one cent." | |
| "And my curse on you, Mother, | |
| My curse being sore! | |
| Sure, I dreamed the girl I love | |
| came a-knocking at my door." | |
| "Sleep down you foolish son, | |
| Sleep down and sleep on: | |
| For it's long ago that weary girl | |
| Lies drownin' in the sea." | |
| "Well go saddle me the black horse, | |
| The brown, and the gray; | |
| Go saddle me the best horse | |
| In my stable to-day! | |
| And I'll range over mountains, | |
| Over valleys so wide, | |
| Till I find the girl I love | |
| And I'll lay by her side." |
| zuò qǔ : Traditional | |
| I am a poor young girl | |
| That' s straight from Callander. | |
| I' m in search of Lord Gregory | |
| Pray God I find him! | |
| The rain beats my yellow locks | |
| And the dew wets me still, | |
| My babe is cold in my arms | |
| Lord Gregory, let me in!" | |
| " Lord Gregory' s not here and | |
| Henceforth can' t be seen, | |
| For he' s gone to bonny Scotland | |
| For to bring home his new queen. | |
| So leave now these windows | |
| And likewise this hall, | |
| For it' s deep in the sea | |
| You should hide your downfall." | |
| " Who' ll shoe my babe' s little feet? | |
| Who' ll put gloves on her hand? | |
| Who will tie my babe' s middle | |
| With a long linen band? | |
| Who' ll comb my babe' s yellow hair | |
| With an ivory comb? | |
| Who will be my babe' s father | |
| Till Lord Gregory comes home? | |
| Do you remember, love Gregory, | |
| That night in Callander | |
| Where we changed pocket handkerchiefs, | |
| And me against my will? | |
| For yours was pure linen, love, | |
| And mine but coarse cloth | |
| For yours cost a guinea, love, | |
| And mine but one groat. | |
| Do you remember, love Gregory, | |
| That night in Callander | |
| Where we changed rings on our fingers, | |
| And me against my will? | |
| For yours was pure silver, love, | |
| And mine was but tin | |
| For yours cost a guinea, love, | |
| And mine but one cent." | |
| " And my curse on you, Mother, | |
| My curse being sore! | |
| Sure, I dreamed the girl I love | |
| came aknocking at my door." | |
| " Sleep down you foolish son, | |
| Sleep down and sleep on: | |
| For it' s long ago that weary girl | |
| Lies drownin' in the sea." | |
| " Well go saddle me the black horse, | |
| The brown, and the gray | |
| Go saddle me the best horse | |
| In my stable today! | |
| And I' ll range over mountains, | |
| Over valleys so wide, | |
| Till I find the girl I love | |
| And I' ll lay by her side." |