Young Toshy Law’s a huntin gane
And gallant is his steed
For he’s taen the heart of Lady March
The fairest maid in Tweed
But the faither he has banished him
For he’s below her station
And Toshy Law has fled to France
To fight for king and nation
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Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She’s the Earl of March’s daughter
And the fairest of them aw
But the humble squire o Toshy Law
Has taen her hert awa
Now the lady she has heard the news
That Toshy Law has fled
And the lady’s looking pale and drawn
She’s taen unto her bed
A physician’s came to Neidpath
Aw season she’s been lying
I fear she has a broken heart
I fear my lady’s dying<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now her faither he’s conceded
And he’s won to take the blame
And a messenger has sent away
To fetch her lover hame
And the lady’s feeling better
She’s risen to her feet
And she’s taen a hoose in Peebles toun
Her true love there to meet
But she’s looking tired and pallid
Her cheeks have lost their glow
She’s no the handsome beauty
That she was a year ago
And when Toshy Law to Peebles came
His horse he didn’t tether
He swiftly passed the lady by
And taen her for another<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He’s galloped on for Neidpath
To see his love again
He spurs his horse in anguish
But he spurs his horse in vain
For the lady lies in Peebles toun
It’s there she’s passed awa
Her wounded heart no longer beats
For handsome Toshy Law.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Young Toshy Law’s a huntin gane And gallant is his steedFor he’s taen the heart of Lady MarchThe fairest maid in TweedBut the faither he has banished himFor he’s below her stationAnd Toshy Law has fled to FranceTo fight for king and nation Chorus She’s the Earl of March’s daughterAnd the fairest of them awBut … <\/p>\n