There Were Three Ladies

There were three ladies play’d at the ba’,
With a hey, hey, an’ a lilly gay.

Bye cam three lords an’ woo’d them a’,
Whan the roses smelled sae sweetly.

The first o’ them was clad in yellow:
‘O fair May, will ye be my marrow?’
Whan the roses smelled sae sweetly.

The niest o’ them was clad i’ ried:
O fair May, will ye be my bride?’

The thrid o’ them was clad i’ green:
He said, ‘O fair May, will ye be my queen?’