The Lass of Glenshee

One bright summer morning as day was a dawning
 Bright Phoebus had risen shone over the lea
 I spied a fair maiden all down by the river
 While herding her flocks on the hills of Glenshee
 I stood in amazement, said I, "Pretty fair maid
 If you will come down to James Town with me
 There's ne'er been a lady set foot in my castle
 There's ne'er been a lady dressed grander than thee"
 "A coach and six horses to go at your bidding
 And all men that speak shall say "ma'am unto thee"
 Fine servants to serve you and go at your bidding
 I'll make you my bride, my sweet lass of Glenshee"
 "Oh what do I care for your castles and coaches?
 And what do I care for your gay grandeury?
 I'd rather be home at my cot, at my spinning
 Or herding my flocks on the hills of Glenshee"
 "Away with such nonsense and get up beside me
 When summer has come my sweet bride you will be
 And then in my arms I will gently caress thee"
 'Twas then she consented, I took her with me
 Many years have rolled on since we were united
 There's many's a change, but there's no change on me
 And my love, she's as fair as that morn on the mountain
 I plucked me a wild rose