Video The Fair Flower Of Northumberland de Alasdair Roberts Amble Skuse Y David Mcguinness 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Alasdair Roberts Amble Skuse Y David Mcguinness - The Fair Flower Of Northumberland Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Aye the provost's ae dochter was walking her lane
Oh but her love it was easy won
When she heard a Scots prisoner makin his mane
Aye and she wis the flouer of Northumberland

Saying it's "Oh, gin a lassie would borrow a key
Oh but her love it was easy won
I would mak' her a lady of high degree
If she loose me out fae this prison sae strang."

[Verse 2]
So she's gone her baint to her father's bed stocks
Oh but her love it was easy won
And she's stol'n the best key there for many's the broad lock
To loose him out fae his prison sae strang

And she's gone her baint to her faither's stables
Oh but her love it was easy won
An she's stolen the best horse that was both fleet and able
For tae carry them baith tae bonnie Scotland

[Verse 3]
And as they were a-ridin' across the Scots muir
He cried, "Oh but your love it was easy won!
Get you down from my horse, you're a brazen-faced whore
Although you're the flouer of Northumberland
“For it's I have a wife in my ain country
Oh and yer love it was easy won
And I cannae do nothing with a lassie like thee
So you'll need to gae back to Northumberland."

[Verse 4]
“Well it's cook in yer kitchen I surely can be
Although my love it was easy won
And I'll serve yer lady most reverently
For I cannae go back to my family."

“Well it's cook in my kitchen ye cannae well be
Oh and yer love it was easy won
For my lady she will nae ha'e servants like thee
So you'll need tae gae back tae Northumberland.”

Ah, but laith was he the lassie tae tine
Oh and her love it was easy won
So he's hired an old horse an he's fee'd an old man
For tae carry her back tae Northumberland

[Verse 5]
And when she come in her faither did frown
He cried, "Oh but your love it was easy won!
For to gan with a Scotsman when you're barely sixteen
And you the fair flouer of Northumberland!”
Ah, but when she come in her mother did smile
She said, “Oh but your love it was easy won
For ye're no the first lass upon Scots has beguiled
So ye're welcome back hame tae Northumberland

“And ye winnae want breid an ye winnae want wine
Oh and yer love it was easy won
An ye winnae want siller tae buy a man wi'
An ye're aye the fair flouer o' Northumberland.”