3 ‘I’ll gie ye God’s blessing an mine, Willie, To hae you on to Gamery; Ye’s hae God’s blessing an mine, Willie, To gae to the bride-stool wi you. 4 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ‘But Gamery it is wide and deep, An ye’ll never see your wedding;’ 5 Some rede back, an some rede fore, An some rede on to Gamery; The bonniest knight’s saddle among them all Stood teem in the Water o Gamery. 6 Out it spake the bride hersell, Says, What makes all this riding? Where is the knight amongst you all Aught me this day for wedding? 7 Out it spake the bridegroom’s brother, Says, Margaret, I’ll tell you plainly; The knight ye should hae been wedded on Is drownd in the Water o Gamery. 8 She’s torn the ribbons aff her head— They were baith thick an mony— She kilted up her green claithing, And she has passed the Gamery. 9 She’s plunged in, so did she down, That was baith black an jumly, And in the middle o that water She found her ain sweet Willie. 10 She’s taen him in her arms twa And gied him kisses many: ‘My mother’s be as wae as thine! We’ll baith lie in the Water o Gamery.’ * * * * * G Motherwell’s MS., p. 637; from the recitation of the wife of James Baird, forester at Dalrymple. 1 ‘O stay at hame, my ain son Willie, And let your bride tak Johnie! O stay at hame, my ain son Willie! For my blessing gaes not wi thee.’ 2 ‘I canna stay, nor I winna stay, And let my bride tak Johnie; I canna stay, nor I winna stay, Though your blessing gaes na wi me. 3 ‘I have a steed in my stable That cost me monie a pennie, And on that steed I winna dread To ride the water o Genrie.’ 4 The firsten step that Willie stept, He steppit to the bellie; The wind blew loud, the stream ran proud, And awa wi it gaed Willie. 5 And when the bride gaed to the kirk, Into the kirk o Ganrie, She cuist her ee among them a’, But she sawna her love Willie. 6 Out and spak her auld brither, Saying, Peggie, I will tell thee; The man ye should been married till Lyes in the water o Genrie. 7 She tore the ribbons aff her head, That were baith rich and manie, And she has kiltit up her coat, And ran to the water o Ganrie. 8 She’s sought him up, sae did she doun, Thro a’ the water o Ganrie; In the deepest weil in a’ the burn, Oh, there she fand her Willie! 9 She has taen him in her arms twa, Sae fondly as she kisst him! Said, ‘My mither sall be wae as thine,’ And she’s lain doun aside him. * * * * * H Campbell MSS, II, 78.