Bonnie James Campbell

High upon highlands and low upon Tay

Bonny James Campbell rode out on a day

He saddled, he bridled, how gallant rode he

Home came his good horse but never came he

Home came his good horse but never came he

Out came his mother, weeping full sore

Out came his new bride, a-tearing her hair

"My meadow lies green and my corn is unshorn,

My barn is to build and my baby unborn,

My barn is to build and my baby unborn."

Saddled and bridled and booted rode he,

A plume in his helmet, a sword at his knee

His hounds running by him, his hawk flying free

Home came his good horse but never came he

Home came his good horse but never came he

Empty the saddle, all bloody to see...

Home came his good horse but never came he

Home came his good horse but never came he