1 Gil Brenton has sent oer the fame, He's woo'd a wife an brought her hame. 2 Full sevenscore o ships came her wi, The lady by the greenwood tree. 3 There was twal an twal wi beer an wine, An twal an twal wi muskadine: 4 An twall an twall wi bouted flowr, An twall an twall wi paramour: 5 An twall an twall wi baken bread, An twall an twall wi the goud sae red. 6 Sweet Willy was a widow's son, An at her stirrup-foot he did run. 7 An she was dressd i the finest pa, But ay she loot the tears down fa. 8 An she was deckd wi the fairest flowrs, But ay she loot the tears down pour. 9 'O is there water i your shee? Or does the win blaw i your glee? 10 'Or are you mourning i your meed That eer you left your mither gueede? 11 'Or are ye mourning i your tide That ever ye was Gil Brenton's bride?' 12 'The[re] is nae water i my shee, Nor does the win blaw i my glee: 13 'Nor am I mourning i my tide That eer I was Gil Brenton's bride: 14 'But I am mourning i my meed That ever I left my mither gueede. 15 'But, bonny boy, tell to me What is the customs o your country.' 16 'The customs o't, my dame,' he says, 'Will ill a gentle lady please. 17 'Seven king's daughters has our king wedded, An seven king's daughters has our king bedded. 18 'But he's cutted the paps frae their breast-bane, An sent them mourning hame again. 19 'But whan you come to the palace yate, His mither a golden chair will set. 20 'An be you maid or be you nane, O sit you there till the day be dane. 21 'An gin you're sure that you are a maid, Ye may gang safely to his bed. 22 'But gin o that you be na sure, Then hire some woman o youre bowr.' 23 O whan she came to the palace yate, His mither a golden chair did set. 24 An was she maid or was she nane, She sat in it till the day was dane. 25 An she's calld on her bowr woman, That waiting was her bowr within. 26 'Five hundred pound, maid, I'll gi to the, An sleep this night wi the king for me.' 27 Whan bells was rung, an mass was sung, An a' man unto bed was gone, 28 Gil Brenton an the bonny maid Intill ae chamber they were laid. 29 'O speak to me, blankets, an speak to me, sheets, An speak to me, cods, that under me sleeps; 30 'Is this a maid that I ha wedded? Is this a maid that I ha bedded?' 31 'It's nae a maid that you ha wedded, But it's a maid that you ha bedded. 32 'Your lady's in her bigly bowr, An for you she drees mony sharp showr.' 33 O he has taen him thro the ha, And on his mither he did ca. 34 'I am the most unhappy man That ever was in christend lan.