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Eppie Morrie 
Eppie Morrie 
Four-and-twenty Hielan' men Cam' frae the Carron side To steal awa' Epple Morrle For she wadna be a bride, a bride, She wadna be a bride. 
Then oot it's cam' her mither then, It was a moonlicht nicht, She couldnae see her dochter (daughter) For tbe water shine sae bricht, sae bricht The water shine sae bricht. 
Haud awa' frae me, mither, (hold) Haud awa' frae me! There's no' a man in' Strathdon Shall wedded be with me, with me, Shall wedded be with me. They've taken Eppie Morrie, tben, And a horse they've bound her on, And they hae rid to the minister's hoose As fast as horse could gang, could gang, As fast as horse could gang. 
Then Willie's ta'en his pistol oot (taken) And set it to the minister's breist, O marry me, marry me, minister, Or else I'll be your priest, your priest Or else I'll be your priest. 
Haud awa' frae me, Willie, Haud awa' frae me, I daurna avow to marry you Except she's willin' as thee, as thee, Except she's willin' as thee. 
Haud awa' frae me, good sir, Haud awa' frae me, There's no' a man in a' Strathdon Sball married be by me, by me, Shall married be by me. 
They've taken Eppie Morrie then, Sin' better couldna' be, And they hae rid o'er Carron side As fast as horse could flee, could flee, As fast as horse could flee. 
The mass was sung and bells were rung And they'r awa' to bed, And Willie and Eppie Morrie, In ane bed they were laid, were laid In ane bed they were laid. 
He's ta'en the sark frae aff his back And kicked awa his shoon, And thrawn awa the chaulmer key, And naked he lay doon, lay doon And naked he lay doon. 
"Haud awa frae me, Willie, Haud awa' frae me, Before I lose my maidenheid I'll try my strength wi' thee, wi' thee. I'll try my strength wi' thee:" 
He's kissed her on the lily breist And held her shouthers twa But aye she grat and aye she spat And turned tae the wa', the wa', And turned tae the wa'. 
"Haud awa frae me, Willie, Haud awa' frae me, Before I lose my maidenheid I'll fecht wi' you till day, till day I'll fecht wi' you till day. A' through the nicht they warssled there Until the licht o' day, And Willie grat and Willie swat But he couldna' streitch her spey, her spey He couldna' streitch her spey 
Then, early in the morning Before the licht o' day In came the maid o' Scallater Wi' a goun and shirt alane, alane Wi' a goun and shirt alane 
Get up, get up, young woman And drink the wine wi' me, 
You nicht hae ca'd me "maiden", For I'm sure as hale as thee, as thee, For I'm sure as hale as thee. 
Weary fa' you, Willie, then, That ye couldna' prove a man, Ye micht hae ta'en her maidenheid, She wuuld hae hired your hand, your hand, She would hae hired your hand. 
"Haud awa' frae me, lady, Haud awa' frae me! There's no' a man in a' Strathdon Shall wedded be with me, with me, Shall wedded be with me. 
Then in there came young Breadalbane Wi' a pistol on each side, O, come awa', Eppie Morrie, And I'll mak' you my bride, my bride, And l'll mak' you my bride. 
Gae get to me a horse, Willie, Get it like a man, And send me back to my mither A maiden as I cam', I cam' O a maiden as I cam'. The sun shines ower the westlin hills (wesiward) By the lamplicht o' the moon, O --- saddle your horse, young John Forsythe, Just whistle and I'll come soon, come soon, Just whistle snd I'll come soon. 
from Blood & Roses vol.3 MacColl & Seeger Child #223 SOF