Cat. #0342 (MFH #583) - As sung by George Lay, Fayetteville, Arkansas on May 23, 1959
VERSE 1
Sir Lord Lochinvar, came out of th west
In all th broad country, his steed was th best
He stopped not for bush and he stopped not for stone
He rode all in arms and he rode all alone
For so dauntless in love and so daring in war
There n'er was a knight like, Sir Lord Lochinvar
VERSE 2
He stopped not for bush, he stopped not for stone
He swam th Esk river where ford there was none
He stopped not till he got to the Netherby Gay
And there he found his valet, came late
How come ye in peace sir, now come ye in war
Or to dance at our bridal, Sir Lord Lochinvar
How come ye in peace sir, now come ye in war
Or to dance at our bridal, Sir Lord Lochinvar
VERSE 3
I long wooed your daughter, my suit you deny
Love flows like salt water and ebbs like its tide
And, now I have come with this lost love of mine
To leave but one measure, drink one cup of wine
There are maidens in Scotland more fairer, by far
That would gladly be wed sir, to Lord Lochinvar
There are maidens in Scotland more fairer, by far
That would gladly be wed sir, to Lord Lochinvar
VERSE 4
Th bride filled th goblet, th knight took it up
He drank off th wine and he threw down th cup
She looked up to weep and she looked down to sigh
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye
He took her fair hand e'r her Mother could bar
Now, lead me a measure, said Lord Lochinvar
He took her fair hand e'r her Mother could bar
Now, lead me a measure, said Lord Lochinvar
VERSE 5
So noble his form, so fair was her face
There n'er was a hall such a couple did grace
While th Father did fret and th Mother did fewm
And th bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume
O, th bridesmaids did whisper, was better by far
To have wed their fair cousin, to Lord Lochinvar
Yes, th bridesmaids did whisper, was better by far
To have wed their fair cousin, to Lord Lochinvar
VERSE 6
One touch of that hand, one word in your ear
They reached th hall door and th charger stood near
So light to th crop, this fair lady, he swung
So light to th saddle, before her he sprung
She is won, they are gone, o'er bank, bush and bar
They'll be fleece theives that follow, said Lord Lochinvar
She is won, they are gone, o'er bank, bush and bar
They'll be fleece theives that follow, said Lord Lochinvar
VERSE 7
There was mounting in haste of th Netherby clan
Th Cosgraves and th Mosgraves, they rode and they ran
And, there was racing and chasing o'er Netherby lee
But th bridegroom of Netherby n'er did they see
For so, dauntless in love and so daring in war
There n'er was a knight like, Sir Lord Lochinvar
For so, dauntless in love and so daring in war
There n'er was a knight like, Sir Lord Lochinvar
George said, he learned this song from his Grandfather.