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letra de child waters - judy cook

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lord william stood at his stable doors
says i’ll away and ride
lady margaret stood at her bower door
says i’ll go by your side

he mounted don his high horse back
and fast away rode he
if you would go with me he says
my horse boy you must be

so he rode and so she ran
and she ran by his side
until they came to the riverbank
that all men call the clyde

he rode in, she waded in
until the water’s to her knee
and sighing said this fair lady
this wadings not for me

he rode in, she waded in
until the water’s to her pap
and thе babe that lay between her sidе
with cold his chin did crack

lie still, lie still my bonny babe
i’m wading to my chin
your father high upon horse back
cares not if we sink or swim
but in the middle of clyde’s water
they’re stand a steadfast stone
he’s turned his horses head about
and taken his lady on

ride on, ride on my lady g-y
you see not what i see
for yonder stands my father’s hall
a little beyond the lee

there were four and twenty ladies fair
that stood together on the green
but a fairer one then all of them
took willie’s horse from him

there were four and twenty ladies g-y
sat together at the meet
lady margaret sat at a by table
but oh she could not eat

up and spoke lord willie’s mother
and a wise woman was she
you have a brought home a new foot page
his like i ne’er did see

sometimes his color waxes red
sometimes it waxes wan
he’s more like a woman with child
than any waiting man
get up, get up my bonny boy
my bidding for to do
give grain and water to my steed
and see he’s bedded down

slowly, slowly she got up
and slowly she put on
and slowly she’s gone down the stair
making heavy moan

and slowly she’s gone to the stable door
and slowly she’s gone in
and there between his horse’s feet
she’s born her dear wee son

now willie’s mother being in bed
and lying all alone
she thought she heard a baby cry
and woman’s weary moan

get up, get up oh willie’s she cried
and keep us all for harm
you might have chosen a lighter serving boy
than a woman big with child

there were fifteen steps all in the stair
he’s taken them all in three
and he’s to the stable gone in haste
to see his g-y lady
he’s hit the door than with his foot
so did he with his knee
til doors of deal and locks of steel
in splinters he made fly

it’s asking, asking of you willie
asking you’ll grant me
the poorest bower in all your hall
for my young son and me

you’re askings not so great margaret
but granted it shall be
the very best bower in all my hall
for my young son and thee

and i’ll take up my bonny wee son
and i’ll wash him in the milk
and i’ll take up my lady g-y
and clothe her all in silk

and cheer your heart, my fair margaret
for be it as it may
you’re churching and your fair wedding
shall both be on one day

- judy cook

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