YE Highlands and ye Lawlands, 
O where hae ye been? 
They hae slain the Earl of Murray, 
   And hae laid him on the green. 

Now wae be to thee, Huntley! 
   And whairfore did ye sae! 
I bade you bring him wi' you, 
   But forbade you him to slay. 

He was a braw gallant, 
   And he rid at the ring; 
Ana the bonny Earl of Murray, 
   O he might hae been a king! 

He was a braw gallant, 
   And he play'd at the ba'; 
And the bonny Earl of Murray 
   Was the flower amang them a'! 

He was a braw gallant, 
   And he play'd at the gluve; 
And the bonny Earl of Murray, 
   O he was the Queen's luve! 

O lang will his Lady 
   Look owre the Castle Downe, 
Ere she see the Earl of Murray 
   Come sounding through the town!