KEITH OF CRAIGENTOLLY

O KEITH o’ Craigentolly! Ye sall live to rue the day When ye brak the berried holly Beside St. Andrew’s bay! When Pitcullo’s kine Card down to the brine, And were drooned in the driving spray!

In the bower o’ Craigentolly Is a wan and waefu’ bride, Singing, O waly! waly! Through the whole country side; And a river to wade For a dying maid, And a weary way to ride!

O Keith o’ Craigentolly, The bairn’s grave by the sea! O Keith o’ Craigentolly, The graves of maidens three! And a bluidy shift, And a sainless shrift, For Keith o’ Craigentolly!