Mae Colven

False Sir John's a wooing gone
 To a maid o' beauty fair
 Mae Colven was this lady's name
 Her faither's only heir
 He woo'd her b(?), he woo'd her ben
 He woo'd her in the ha'
 Until he got this lady's consent
 To mount and ride awa
 They went doon to her faither's bower
 Where all the steeds did stand
 And he's ta'en yin o' the best steeds there
 Right frae her faither's hands
 He's got on and she's got on
 As fast as they could flee
 Until they've come tae a lonesome part
 A rock by the side o' the sea
 Higher rose the tide and faster he did ride
 Loup off the steed says false Sir John
 Your bridal bed you see
 For it's seven daughters I hae drooned
 And the eighth'in ye shall be
 Cast off, cast off Mae Colven
 A' and your silken gown
 For it's o'er guid and o'er costly
 To rot in the salt sea foam
 Weel turn yer head then false Sir John
 Look to the leaf o' the tree
 For it ne'er becam a gentleman
 A naked woman to see
 So he turned his head straight roon' aboot
 To look to the leaf o' the tree
 So swift as Mae Colven was
 She pushed him in the sea
 Higher rose the tide and faster he did ride
 O help, o help Mae Colven
 O help or else I'll droon
 An' I'll tak ye back tae yer faither's boo'er
 And set you safe and soond
 Nae help, nae help o' false Sir John
 Nae help nor pity for thee
 For it's seven daughters ye hae drooned
 And the eighth yin'll not be me
 So she louped onto her faither's steed
 As swift as she could flee
 And she got hame tae her faither's bower
 Afore the break o' day
 Higher rose the tide and faster she did ride
 Higher rose the tide and faster she did ride