There lived a knight in Jesuitmont
A hunting he did ride
His footmen all attending him
And his horsemen by his side

And they found out in Jesuitmont
A pleasant sport and play
His lady goes exceeding fine
To hear the masses play

An' she's called on her daughter Anne
To come to her with speed
To go and tell the master cook
To dress the dinner straight

To go her message for to tell
Young Annie feared nae ill
An' she is gone to the master cook
The message for to tell

Ye maun dress the dow, the dow
That fair and milk-white dow
That in your parlour shines so fair
There's none so fair to show

Here is a panknife in my hand
Bereave you of your life
For you're the dow that I maun dress
Unto your father's wife
Up then spoke the kitchie boy
An' he spoke loud an' high
"O save, O save fair Annie's life
An' bake me in your pie"

"Well I'll not save fair Annie's life
Nae for such as thee, oh
But if you divulge this lady's life
Thy butcher I will be"

Day was done, the night had come
And they were all at dinner
He's called on his daughter Anne
To come and carve his dinner

Up he rose and away he goes
An angry man was he, oh
"One bit of meat I will not eat
'Til I fair Annie see"

Up then spoke the kitchie boy
An' he spoke loud an' high
"An ye wad your fair Annie see
Ye maun break up the pie"

"Her meat it was a' minced sma'
An' forced by the fire
An' cursed be the old stepmother
For it was her desire"
The knight he was a' dressed in black
A' for his Annie's sake
An' he has caused the old stepmother
To be burnt at the stake

An' he has caused the master cook
In boilin' lead to stand
An' he has made the kitchie boy
The heir to all his land