paroles de chanson 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