Lyrics Betsy Bell and Mary Gray - Martin Carthy
Betsy
Bell
and
Mary
Gray
They
were
bonny
lasses
They
built
them
a
bower
on
yon
burnside
They
theeked
it
all
o′er
wi'
rushes
They
theeked
it
all
o′er
wi'
rushes
green
They
theeked
it
all
o'er
wi′
heather
The
plague
come
from
the
borough
town
And
slew
them
both
together
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
lie
all
in
the
churchyard
Among
their
noble
kin
But
they
were
laid
in
Stronach
Hall
All
out
beneath
the
sun
Betsy
Bell
and
Mary
Gray
They
were
bonny
lasses
They
built
them
a
bower
on
yon
burnside
They
theeked
it
all
o′er
wi'
rushes
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