"Ye'se bide at hame, Lord Wellington: Ye daurna gang wi' me: For ye hae been ance in the land o' France, And that's eneuch for ye. "Ye'se bide at hame, Sir Robert Peel, To gather the red and the white monie; And see that my men dinna eat me up At Windsor wi' their gluttonie." They hadna sailed a league, a league,-- A league, but barely twa, When the lift grew dark, and the waves grew wan, And the wind began to blaw. "O weel weel may the waters rise, In welcome o' their Queen; What gars ye look sae white, Albert? What makes yer ee sae green?" "My heart is sick, my heid is sair: Gie me a glass o' the gude brandie: To set my foot on the braid green sward, I'd gie the half o' my yearly fee. "It's sweet to hunt the sprightly hare On the bonny slopes o' Windsor lea, But oh, it's ill to bear the thud And pitching o' the saut saut sea!" And aye they sailed, and aye they sailed, Till England sank behind, And over to the coast of France They drave before the wind. Then up and spak the King o' France, Was birling at the wine; "O wha may be the gay ladye, That owns that ship sae fine? "And wha may be that bonny lad, That looks sae pale and wan I'll wad my lands o' Picardie, That he's nae Englishman." Then up and spak an auld French lord, Was sitting beneath his knee, "It is the Queen o' braid England That's come across the sea." "And oh an it be England's Queen, She's welcome here the day; I'd rather hae her for a friend Than for a deadly fae. "Gae, kill the eerock in the yard, The auld sow in the sty, And bake for her the brockit calf, But and the puddock-pie!" And he has gane until the ship, As soon as it drew near, And he has ta'en her by the hand-- "Ye're kindly welcome here!" And syne he kissed her on ae cheek, And syne upon the ither; And he ca'd her his sister dear, And she ca'd him her brither. "Light doun, light doun now, ladye mine, Light doun upon the shore; Nae English king has trodden here This thousand years and more." "And gin I lighted on your land, As light fu' weel I may, O am I free to feast wi' you, And free to come and gae?" And he has sworn by the Haly Rood, And the black stane o' Dumblane, That she is free to come and gae Till twenty days are gane. "I've lippened to a Frenchman's aith," Said gude Lord Aberdeen; "But I'll never lippen to it again, Sae lang's the grass is green. "Yet gae your ways, my sovereign liege, Sin' better mayna be; The wee bit bairns are safe at hame, By the blessing o' Marie!" Then doun she lighted frae the ship, She lighted safe and sound; And glad was our good Prince Albert To step upon the ground. "Is that your Queen, my Lord," she said, "That auld and buirdly dame? I see the crown upon her head; But I dinna ken her name." And she has kissed the Frenchman's Queen, And eke her daughters three, And gien her hand to the young Princess, That louted upon the knee.