3. Edward of Morton
E. Smith MCPS/PRS

Lady Morton was sitting in her chamber up high
Combing her locks as she did everyday
Young Edward her servant stood out in the hall
Dreaming of Agnes and their wedding day

Oh Edward, oh Edward won’t you tarry wi’ me
Out in the green woods doon by the loch side?
No, no Lady Morton I’ll no gan wi’ ye
I’ve a lass o’ my ain and I’ll mak her my bride

She answered him back wi’ a glint in her e’ee
Don’t be foolish young man don’t you turn against me
For I’ll tell ma guid man the advances were yours
And he’ll lock you away when he’s hame frae the moors

Well the lady o’ the castle tae her husband did go
Poor Edward was sentenced to a life doon below
In the torturous chambers he’d starve til he died
But still lady Morton’s requests he denied

Then with pity and shame she returned to his side
And fed him in secret for to keep him alive
She begged wi’ his Agnes tae plead wi’ the Earl
To give Edward his freedom and be wed wi’ his girl

But on hearing her words the Earl’s anger grew
And the people of Morton they all came to view
As by both hands and feet, poor Edward was bound
And tied tae the wildest pair o’ colts to be found

They galloped awa wi’ their eyes filled wi’ fear
On the lang and rugged road that leads tae Durisdeer
Poor Edward was dragged until he was dead
And now a stone marks the spot, where off fell his head