"Ritchie Storey" genre: Celtic
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	A Scottish lady runs off with her footman instead of marrying the Earl of Home. He turns out to be a Northumbrian landowner - but not before worrying her. Actually, he's a Geordie secondhand coach-and-four dealer...
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	Story Behind the Song This one's for my son Richie! There are not all that many songs around with that particular shortening of Richard in their title. This is an unrehearsed straight-off arrangement from the pages of a selected version (there are several) in the Grieg-Duncan collection. I've made a few small changes to ensure it is reasonably singable, and been fairly free with the tune, which is nevertheless accurate enough to the various versions given. Lyrics There are seven bonnie ladies in yonder ha' Seven bonnie ladies in Campernauldie And the youngest and fairest o' them a' She's fell in luv wi' Ritchie Storey... An' he has ta'en him up the stair Wi' a letter for his ladie The Laird o' Home (Hume) wad have yer hand But you will gang wi' your footman laddie That I daurna dae, Ritchie! That I daurna dae, laddie For gin ma faither got a word o' this Is you that he wad hang, laddie That he daurna dae, ladie That he daurna dae, lassie! Though yet faither gets a word o' this It's me he daurna hang, lassie To the Border we must gang, Ritchie To the Border we must gang, laddie For if my faither get a word' a this It's you that he will surely hang, laddie As they gaed by yon castle wa' O her silk goon it hung bonnie Tak off, tak off your goon o'silk Ye'll muck the byres we' Ritchie Storey! As they gaed up yon bonnie hillside O her gowd watch it shone bonnie She turned aboot and gave a sigh Ah wish ah was back in Campernauldie Dear me, aren't ye sorry lassie! Dear me, aren't ye sorry lady! That you foorsook yer own true luv To follow me yer footman laddie What needs I be sorry Ritchie? What needs I be sorry laddie For the things that I must undergo I'll follow you, my footman laddie As they gaed up yon bonnie hillside O the sun was settin' bonnie There were fower and twenty Englishmen Come to welcome Ritchie Storey A coach and four they did prepare A coach and four they soon made ready And now she rides in a coach and four And blesses the day she was Ritchie's ladie! (1st verse repeat)

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