The lady turned her head aside, _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; The knight he woo'd her to be his bride, _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. 20 The lady blush'd a rosy red, _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; And said, "Sir knight, I'm o'er young to wed," _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. "O lady fair, give me your hand, 25 _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; And I'll mak you ladie of a' my land," _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. "Sir knight, ere you my favor win, _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; 30 Ye maun get consent frae a' my kin," _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. He has got consent fra her parents dear, _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; And likewise frae her sisters fair, 35 _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. He has got consent frae her kin each one, _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; But forgot to speer at her brother John, _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. 40 Now, when the wedding day was come, _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; The knight would take his bonny bride home, _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. And many a lord and many a knight, 45 _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; Came to behold that lady bright, _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. And there was nae man that did her see, _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_, 50 But wished himself bridegroom to be, _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. Her father dear led her down the stair, _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; And her sisters twain they kiss'd her there, 55 _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. Her mother dear led her through the close, _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; And her brother John set her on her horse, _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. 60 She lean'd her o'er the saddle-bow, _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_, To give him a kiss ere she did go, _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. He has ta'en a knife, baith lang and sharp, 65 _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_, And stabb'd the bonny bride to the heart, _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. She hadna ridden half thro' the town, _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_, 70 Until her heart's blood stained her gown, _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_. "Ride saftly on," said the best young man, _With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay_; "For I think our bonny bride looks pale and wan," 75 _As the primrose spreads so sweetly_.