Buchan’s Gleanings of Scotch, English and Irish Scarce Old Ballads, 1825, pp. 74, 193; “taken down from oral tradition.” 1 There lives a lass in yonder dale, In yon bonny borrows-town, Her name it is Catherine Jeffrey, She is loved by mony a ane. 2 Lord Lochinvar has courted her These twelve months and a day; With flattering words and fair speeches He has stown her heart away. 3 There came a knight from south sea-bank, From north England I mean, He alighted at her father’s yetts, His stile is Lord Lymington. 4 He has courted her father and moth Her kinsfolk ane and aye, But he never told the lady hersell Till he set the wedding-day. 5 ‘Prepare, prepare, my daughter dear, Prepare, to you I say; For the night it is good Wednesday night, And the morn is your wedding-day.’ 6 ‘O tell to me, father,’ she said, ‘O tell me who it is wi; For I’ll never wed a man on earth Till I know what he be.’ 7 ‘He’s come a knight from the south sea-bank. From north England I mean, For when he lighted at my yetts, His stile is Lord Lymington.’ 8 ‘O where will I get a bonny boy Will win baith meet and fee, And will run on to Lochinvar And come again to me?’ 9 ‘O here am I, a bonny boy That will win baith hose and sheen, And will run on to Lochinvar, And come right seen again.’ 10 ‘Where ye find the brigs broken, Bend your bow and swim; Where ye find the grass growing, Slack your bow and run. 11 ‘When ye come on to Lochinvar, Byde not to chap nor ca, But set your bent bow to your breast And lightly loup the wa. 12 ‘Bid him mind the words he last spake, When we sendered on the lee; Bid him saddle and ride full fast, If he be set for me.’ 13 Where he found the brigs broken, He bent his bow and swam; Where he found the grass growing, He slackt his bow and ran. 14 When he came on to Lochinvar, He did not chap nor ca; He set his bent bow till his breast And lightly leapt the wa. 15 ‘What news? what news, my bonny boy? What news have ye to me?’ ‘Bad news, bad news, my lord,’ he said, ‘Your lady awa will be. 16 ‘You’r bidden mind the words ye last spake, When we sendered on the lee; You’r bidden saddle and ride full fast, Gin ye set for her be.’ 17 When he came to her father’s yetts, There he alighted down; The cups of gold of good red wine Were going roun and roun. 18 ‘Now came ye here for sport?’ they said, ‘Or came ye here for play? Or for a sight of our bonny bride, And then to boun your way? ’ 19 ‘I came not here for sport,’ he says, ‘Nor came I here for play, But if I had a sight of your bonny bride Then I will boun my way.’ 20 When Lymington he called on her, She would not come at a’, But Lochinvar he called on her, And she was not sweer to draw.