Scotland has many songs and stories of young celtic lovers eloping to escape wealthy parents.Indeed Scots would romanticise these stories into song with fervour and passion.
long ago in Scotland a rich chief's daughter falls in love with a poor lowlander who works for her father.
When she falls with child her father finds out and marries her off to an old but wealthy gentleman.
To make sure the young lover does not interfere he is locked in a dungeon deep in the castle until the wedding ceremony is complete.
Later that evening when the old gentlemen retires to his bedroom to consumate the marriage he discovers she has escaped with her young lover before the dark deed is done.
True love always wins!
OH LADY ANN, OH LADY ANN,
DON'T BREAK MY HEART, DON'T LET ME DOWN,
FOR I AM YOURS AND YOU ARE MINE,
OH LADY ANN, OH LADY ANN.
THAT LADY FINE-O HIGH DEGREE,
SHE FELL IN LOVE-WITH POOR OLD ME,
LOVED HER SO- I DO DECLARE,
I LOVED THE GIRL-WITH THE GOLDEN HAIR
I WORKED THE LAND-HER FATHER OWNED,
A LITTLE CROFT I CALLED MY OWN,
SOMEDAY I HOPED THAT I WOULD SHARE,
THE LONELY NIGHTS WITH THE GOLDEN HAIR
WHEN A WALKING-ON FINE DAYS,
I'D ESCORT HER-IN HER FATHERS PAY,
HE TRUSTED ME -SHE WAS IN MY CARE,
NEVER KNEW I LOVED THE GOLDEN HAIR
FAR DOWN THE GLEN-WHERE WATERS FLOW,
TO A SECRET PLACE-WHERE HEATHER GROWS,
WE BOTH LAY DOWN-FOR A MOMENT THERE,
THEY FELL ON ME-THOSE GOLDEN HAIRS.
IN TIME SHE GREW TO MY DELIGHT,
FROM BOTH OF US- A CHILD OF LIGHT,
HER FATHERS FORTUNE-TO A LAIRD WAS SHARED,
TO MARRY MY LOVE-WITH THE GOLDEN HAIR.
UNTIL THE DAY-THEY WERE MARRIED THERE,
I WAS CONFINED-IN A DUNGEON BARE,
THAT NIGHT TO HER ROOM -THE LAIRD REPAIRED,
BUT I'D RUN AWAY WITH- THE GOLDEN HAIR.