Betsy Bell and Mary Gray They were bonny lasses They built them a bower on yon burnside They theeked it all o'er wi' rushes They theeked it all o'er wi' rushes green They theeked it all o'er wi' heather The plague come from the borough town And slew them both together They would not have their shoes of red Nor would they have them yellow But they would have their shoes of green To ride through the streets of Yarrow They thought to lie all in the churchyard Among their noble kin But they were laid in Stronach Hall All out beneath the sun Betsy Bell and Mary Gray They were bonny lasses They built them a bower on yon burnside They theeked it all o'er wi' rushes