And when she was married She would not lie down, 20 But they took out a knife, And cuttit her gown; Likewise of her stays The lacing in three, And now she lies dead 25 For her Auchanachie. Out comes her bower-woman, Wringing her hands, Says, "Alas for the staying So long on the sands! 30 "Alas for the staying So long on the flood! For Jeanie was married, And now she is dead." LORD SALTON AND AUCHANACHIE. From Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 133. "Auchanachie Gordon is bonny and braw, He would tempt any woman that ever he saw; He would tempt any woman, so has he tempted me, And I'll die if I getna my love Auchanachie." In came her father, tripping on the floor, 5 Says, "Jeanie, ye're trying the tricks o' a whore; Ye're caring for them that cares little for thee, Ye must marry Salton, leave Auchanachie. "Auchanachie Gordon, he is but a man, Altho' he be pretty, where lies his free land? 10 Salton's lands they lie broad, his towers they stand hie, Ye must marry Salton, leave Auchanachie. "Salton will gar you wear silk gowns fring'd to thy knee, But ye'll never wear that wi' your love Auchanachie." "Wi' Auchanachie Gordon I would beg my bread, 15 Before that wi' Salton I'd wear gowd on my head; "Wear gowd on my head, or gowns fring'd to the knee, And I'll die if I getna my love Auchanachie; O Salton's valley lies low by the sea, He's bowed on the back, and thrawin on the knee." 20 "O Salton's a valley lies low by the sea; Though he's bowed on the back, and thrawin on the knee, Though he's bowed on the back, and thrawin on the knee, The bonny rigs of Salton they're nae thrawin tee." "O you that are my parents to church may me bring, 25 But unto young Salton I'll never bear a son; For son, or for daughter, I'll ne'er bow my knee, And I'll die if I getna my love Auchanachie." When Jeanie was married, from church was brought hame, When she wi' her maidens sae merry shou'd hae been, 30 When she wi' her maidens sae merry shou'd hae been, She's called for a chamber to weep there her lane. "Come to your bed, Jeanie, my honey and my sweet, For to stile you mistress I do not think it meet." "Mistress, or Jeanie, it is a' ane to me, 35 It's in your bed, Salton, I never will be." Then out spake her father, he spake wi' renown, "Some of you that are maidens, ye'll loose aff her gown; Some of you that are maidens, ye'll loose aff her gown, And I'll mend the marriage wi' ten thousand crowns." 40