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