Betsy Bell and Mary Gray
They were bonny la**es
They bigget a bower on yon burnside
And theekit it o'er wi' rashes
They theekit it o'er wi' rashes green
They theekit it o'er wi' heather
But the plague came from the burrows-town
And it slew them baith togither
They would not have their shoes of red
Nor would they have them yellow
But they would have their shoes of green
To ride through the streets of Yarrow
They thought to lye in Methren Kirkyard
Among their noble kin
But they were laid in Stronach Hall
All out beneath the sun
Betsy Bell and Mary Gray
They were bonny la**es
They bigget a bower on yon burnside
And theekit it o'er wi' rashes