Proud Maisrie
Proud Maisrie stands in her bower door
As slim as the willow wand
And by there comes a gardener child
With a red rose in his hand, his hand
A red rose in his hand
Oh you shall have my rose, fair maid
If you'll give your flower to me
And among the flowers in your father's yard
I'll make a gown for thee, for thee
I'll make a gown for thee
Your dress shall be the smelling thyme
And your petticoat chamomile
And your apron of the celandine
Then kiss, sweetheart, and join and join
Come kiss, sweetheart, and join
Your feet are shoon with yon red rue
That grows in the garden fine
And I'll line them with the tapitaine
So join your love with mine, with mine
So join your love with mine
Since you have made a gown for me
Among the summer flowers
So I will make a suit for thee
Among the winter showers, showers
Among the winter showers
The milk white snow shall be your shirt
And lie your body next
And the mirk-black rain shall be your coat
With a wind-gale at your breast, your breast
A wind-gale at your breast
The bonnet that's upon your head
Shall be the southron grey
And every time that you pass by
I'll wish you were away, away
I'll wish you were away
As slim as the willow wand
And by there comes a gardener child
With a red rose in his hand, his hand
A red rose in his hand
Oh you shall have my rose, fair maid
If you'll give your flower to me
And among the flowers in your father's yard
I'll make a gown for thee, for thee
I'll make a gown for thee
Your dress shall be the smelling thyme
And your petticoat chamomile
And your apron of the celandine
Then kiss, sweetheart, and join and join
Come kiss, sweetheart, and join
Your feet are shoon with yon red rue
That grows in the garden fine
And I'll line them with the tapitaine
So join your love with mine, with mine
So join your love with mine
Since you have made a gown for me
Among the summer flowers
So I will make a suit for thee
Among the winter showers, showers
Among the winter showers
The milk white snow shall be your shirt
And lie your body next
And the mirk-black rain shall be your coat
With a wind-gale at your breast, your breast
A wind-gale at your breast
The bonnet that's upon your head
Shall be the southron grey
And every time that you pass by
I'll wish you were away, away
I'll wish you were away
Credits
Writer(s): Shirley Elizabeth Collins, Davy Graham
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