She’s leaned her head all against a thorn
The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa';
And there she has her young babe born
And the lyon shall be lord of a'.
Smile no sae sweet, my bonnie babe
The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa';
An ye smile sae sweet ye'll smile me dead
And the lyon shall be lord of a'.
She's dug a grave by the light o' the moon
The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa';
And there she's buried her sweet babe in
And the lyon shall be lord of a'.
As she was going to the church
The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa';
She saw a sweet babe in the porch
And the lyon shall be lord of a'.
O bonnie babe, an ye were mine
The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa';
I will clead you in silk and sabelline
And the lyon shall be lord of a'.
O mother mine, when I was thine
The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa';
To me ye were na half sae kind
And the lyon shall be lord of a'.
But now I'm in the heavens hie
The sun shines fair on Carlisle wa';
And ye have the pains of hell to dree
And the lyon shall be lord of a'.