\LBALLADS Child 1A.1
\N1 THERE was a lady of the North Country,
\SBALLADS Child 1A.1r
\N1 Lay the bent to the bonny broom
\SBALLADS Child 1A.1
\N2 And she had lovely daughters three.
\SBALLADS Child 1A.1r
\N2 Fa  la la la, fa la la la ra re
\SBALLADS Child 1A.2
\N1 There was knight of noble worth
Which also lived in the North.
\SBALLADS Child 1A.3
\N1 The knight, of courage stout and brave,
A wife he did desire to have.
\SBALLADS Child 1A.4
\N1 He knocked at the ladie\'s gate
One evening when it was late.
\SBALLADS Child 1A.5
\N1 The eldest sister let him in,
And pin\'d the door with a silver pin.
\SBALLADS Child 1A.6
\N1 The second sister she made his bed,
And laid soft pillows under his head.
\SBALLADS Child 1A.7
\N1 The youngest daughter that same night,
She went to bed to this young knight.
\SBALLADS Child 1A.8
\N1 And in the morning, when it was day,
These words unto him she did say:
\SBALLADS Child 1A.9
\N1 `Now you have had your will,' quoth she,
`I pray, sir knight, will you marry me?'
\SBALLADS Child 1A.10
\N1 The young brave knight to her replyed,
`Thy suit, fair maid, shall not be deny\'d.
\SBALLADS Child 1A.11
\N1 `If thou canst answer me questions three,
This very day will I marry thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 1A.12
\N1 `Kind sir, in love, O then,' quoth she,
`Tell me what your [three] questions be.'
\SBALLADS Child 1A.13
\N1 `O what is longer than the way,
Or what is deeper than the sea?
\SBALLADS Child 1A.14
\N1 `Or what is louder than the horn,
Or what is sharper than a thorn?
\SBALLADS Child 1A.15
\N1 `Or what is greener than the grass,
Or what is worse then a woman was?'
\SBALLADS Child 1A.16
\N1 `O love is longer than the way,
And hell is deeper than the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 1A.17
\N1 `And thunder is louder than the horn,
And hunger is sharper than a thorn.
\SBALLADS Child 1A.18
\N1 `And poyson is greener than the grass,
And the Devil is worse than woman was.'
\SBALLADS Child 1A.19
\N1 When she these questions answered had,
The knight became exceeding glad.
\SBALLADS Child 1A.20
\N1 And having [truly] try\'d her wit,
He much commended her for it.
\SBALLADS Child 1A.21
\N1 And after, as it is verif+i\'d,
He made of her his lovely bride.
\SBALLADS Child 1A.22
\N1 So now, fair maidens all, adieu,
This song I dedicate to you.
\SBALLADS Child 1A.23
\N1 I wish that you may constant prove
Vnto the man that you do love.
\LBALLADS Child 1B.1
\N1 THERE were three sisters fair and bright,
\SBALLADS Child 1B.1r
\N1 Jennifer gentle and rosemaree
\SBALLADS Child 1B.1
\N2 And they three loved one valiant knight.
\SBALLADS Child 1B.1r
\N2 As the dew f+lies over the mulberry tree
\SBALLADS Child 1B.2
\N1 The eldest sister let him in,
And barred the door with a silver pin.
\SBALLADS Child 1B.3
\N1 The second sister made his bed,
And placed soft pillows under his head.
\SBALLADS Child 1B.4
\N1 The youngest sister, fair and bright,
Was resolved for to wed with this valiant knight.
\SBALLADS Child 1B.5
\N1 `And if you can answer questions three,
O then, fair maid, I will marry with thee.
\SBALLADS Child 1B.6
\N1 `What is louder than an horn,
And what is sharper than a thorn?
\SBALLADS Child 1B.7
\N1 `Thunder is louder than an horn,
And hunger is sharper than a thorn.'
\SBALLADS Child 1B.8
\N1 `What is broader than the way,
And what is deeper than the sea?'
\SBALLADS Child 1B.9
\N1 `Love is broader than the way,
And hell is deeper than the sea.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 1B.10
\N1 . . . . .
`And now, fair maid, I will marry with thee.'
\LBALLADS Child 1C.1
\N1 THERE was a knicht riding frae the east,
\SBALLADS Child 1C.1r
\N1 Sing the Cather banks, the bonnie brume
\SBALLADS Child 1C.1
\N2 Wha had been wooing at monie a place.
\SBALLADS Child 1C.1r
\N2 And ye may beguile a young thing sune
\SBALLADS Child 1C.2
\N1 He came unto a widow\'s door,
And speird whare her three dochters were.
\SBALLADS Child 1C.3
\N1 The auldest ane\'s to a washing gane,
The second\'s to a baking gane.
\SBALLADS Child 1C.4
\N1 The youngest ane\'s to a wedding gane,
And it will be nicht or she be hame.
\SBALLADS Child 1C.5
\N1 He sat him doun upon a stane,
Till thir three lasses came tripping hame.
\SBALLADS Child 1C.6
\N1 The auldest ane\'s to the bed making,
And the second ane\'s to the sheet spreading.
\SBALLADS Child 1C.7
\N1 The youngest ane was bauld and bricht,
And she was to lye with this unco knicht.
\SBALLADS Child 1C.8
\N1 `Gin ye will answer me questions ten,
The  morn ye sall be made my ain.
\SBALLADS Child 1C.9
\N1 `O what is heigher nor the tree?
And what is deeper nor the sea?
\SBALLADS Child 1C.10
\N1 `Or what is heavier nor the lead?
And what is better nor the breid?
\SBALLADS Child 1C.11
\N1 `O what is whiter nor the milk?
Or what is safter nor the silk?
\SBALLADS Child 1C.12
\N1 `Or what is sharper nor a thorn?
Or what is louder nor a horn?
\SBALLADS Child 1C.13
\N1 `Or what is greener nor the grass?
Or what is waur nor a woman was?'
\SBALLADS Child 1C.14
\N1 `O heaven is higher nor the tree,
And hell is deeper nor the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 1C.15
\N1 `O sin is heavier nor the lead,
The blessing\'s better nor the bread.
\SBALLADS Child 1C.16
\N1 `The snaw is whiter nor the milk,
And the down is safter nor the silk.
\SBALLADS Child 1C.17
\N1 `Hunger is sharper nor a thorn,
And shame is louder nor a horn.
\SBALLADS Child 1C.18
\N1 `The pies are greener nor the grass,
And Clootie\'s waur nor a woman was.'
\SBALLADS Child 1C.19
\N1 As sune as she the f+iend did name,
He f+lew awa in a blazing f+lame.
\LBALLADS Child 1D.1
\N1 `O WHAT is higher than the trees?
\SBALLADS Child 1D.1r
\N1 Gar lay the bent to the bonny broom
\SBALLADS Child 1D.1
\N2 And what is deeper than the seas?
\SBALLADS Child 1D.1r
\N2 And you may beguile a fair maid soon
\SBALLADS Child 1D.2
\N1 `O what is whiter than the milk?
Or what is softer than the silk?
\SBALLADS Child 1D.3
\N1 `O what is sharper than the thorn?
O what is louder than the horn?
\SBALLADS Child 1D.4
\N1 `O what is longer than the way?
And what is colder than the clay?
\SBALLADS Child 1D.5
\N1 `O what is greener than the grass?
And what is worse than woman was?'
\SBALLADS Child 1D.6
\N1 `O heaven\'s higher than the trees,
And hell is deeper than the seas.
\SBALLADS Child 1D.7
\N1 `And snow is whiter than the milk,
And love is softer than the silk.
\SBALLADS Child 1D.8
\N1 `O hunger\'s sharper than the thorn,
And thunder\'s louder than the horn.
\SBALLADS Child 1D.9
\N1 `O wind is longer than the way,
And death is colder than the clay.
\SBALLADS Child 1D.10
\N1 `O poison\'s greener than the grass,
And the Devil\'s worse than eer woman was.'
\LBALLADS Child 1[E.1]
\N1 There was a lady in the West,
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.1r]
\N1 Lay the bank with the bonny broom
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.1]
\N2 She had three daughters of the best.
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.1r]
\N2 Fa lang the dillo
Fa lang the dillo dillo dee
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.2]
\N1 There came a stranger to the gate,
And he three days and nights did wait.
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.3]
\N1 The eldest daughter did ope the door,
The second set him on the f+loor.
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.4]
\N1 The third daughter she brought a chair,
And placed it that he might sit there.
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.5]
\N1 `Now answer me these questions three,
Or you shall surely go with me.
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.6]
\N1 `Now answer me these questions six,
Or you shall surely be Old Nick\'s.
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.7]
\N1 `Now answer me these questions nine,
Or youe shall surely all be mine.
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.8]
\N1 `What is greener than the grass?
What is smoother than crystal glass?
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.9]
\N1 `What is louder than a horn?
What is sharper than a thorn?
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.10]
\N1 `What is brighter than the light?
What is darker than the night?
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.11]
\N1 `What is keener than an axe?
What is softer than melting wax?
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.12]
\N1 `What is rounder than a ring?'
`To you we thus our answers bring.
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.13]
\N1 `Envy is greener than the grass,
Flattery smoother than crystal glass.
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.14]
\N1 `Rumour is louder than a horn,
Hunger is sharper than a thorn.
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.15]
\N1 `Truth is brighter than the light,
Falsehood is darker than the night.
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.16]
\N1 `Revenge is keener than an axe,
Love is softer than melting wax.
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.17]
\N1 `The world is rounder than a ring,
To you we thus our answers bring.
\SBALLADS Child 1[E.18]
\N1 `Thus you have our answers nine,
And we never shall be thine.'
\LBALLADS Child 2A.b
\N1 MY plaid awa, my plaid awa,
And ore the hill and far awa,
And far awa to Norrowa,
My plaid shall not be blown awa.
\SBALLADS Child 2A.1
\N1 The elphin knight sits on yon hill,
\SBALLADS Child 2A.1r
\N1 Ba, ba, ba, lilli ba
\SBALLADS Child 2A.1
\N2 He blaws his horn both lowd and shril.
\SBALLADS Child 2A.1r
\N2 The wind hath blown my plaid awa
\SBALLADS Child 2A.2
\N1 He blowes it east, he blowes it west,
He blowes it where he lyketh best.
\SBALLADS Child 2A.3
\N1 `I wish that horn were in my kist,
Yea, and the knight in my armes two.'
\SBALLADS Child 2A.4
\N1 She had no sooner these words said,
When that the knight came to her bed.
\SBALLADS Child 2A.5
\N1 `Thou art over young a maid,' quoth he,
`Married with me thou il wouldst be.'
\SBALLADS Child 2A.6
\N1 `I have a sister younger than I,
And she was married yesterday.'
\SBALLADS Child 2A.7
\N1 `Married with me if thou wouldst be,
A courtesie thou must do to me.
\SBALLADS Child 2A.8
\N1 `For thou must shape a sark to me,
Without any cut or heme,' quoth he.
\SBALLADS Child 2A.9
\N1 `Thou must shape it knife-and-sheerlesse,
And also sue it needle-threedlesse.'
\SBALLADS Child 2A.10
\N1 `If that piece of courtesie I do to thee,
Another thou must do to me.
\SBALLADS Child 2A.11
\N1 `I have an aiker of good ley-land,
Which lyeth low by yon sea-strand.
\SBALLADS Child 2A.12
\N1 `For thou must eare it with thy horn,
So thou must sow it with thy corn.
\SBALLADS Child 2A.13
\N1 `And bigg a cart of stone and lyme,
Robin Redbreast he must trail it hame.
\SBALLADS Child 2A.14
\N1 `Thou must barn it in a mouse-holl,
And thrash it into thy shoes soll.
\SBALLADS Child 2A.15
And thou must winnow it in thy looff,
And also seck it in thy glove.
\SBALLADS Child 2A.16
\N1 `For thou must bring it over the sea,
And thou must bring it dry home to me.
\SBALLADS Child 2A.17
`When thou hast gotten thy turns well done,
Then come to me and get thy sark then.'
\SBALLADS Child 2A.18
\N1 `I\'l not quite my plaid for my life;
It haps my seven bairns and my wife.'
\SBALLADS Child 2A.18r
\N2 The wind shall not blow my plaid awa
\SBALLADS Child 2A.19
\N1 `My maidenhead I\'l then keep still,
Let the elphin knight do what he will.'
\SBALLADS Child 2A.19r
\N2 The wind\'s not blown my plaid awa
\LBALLADS Child 2B.b
\N1 MY plaid awa, my plaid awa,
And owre the hills and far awa,
And far awa to Norrowa,
My plaid shall not be blawn awa.
\SBALLADS Child 2B.1
\N1 The Elphin knight sits on yon hill,
\SBALLADS Child 2B.1r
\N1 Ba, ba, ba, lillie ba
\SBALLADS Child 2B.1
\N2 He blaws his horn baith loud and shrill.
\SBALLADS Child 2B.1r
\N2 The wind hath blawn my plaid awa
\SBALLADS Child 2B.2
\N1 He blaws it east, he blaws it west,
He blaws it where he liketh best.
\SBALLADS Child 2B.3
\N1 `I wish that horn were in my kist,
Yea, and the knight in my arms niest.'
\SBALLADS Child 2B.4
\N1 She had no sooner these words said,
Than the knight came to her bed.
\SBALLADS Child 2B.5
\N1 `Thou art oer young a maid,' quoth he,
`Married with me that thou wouldst be.'
\SBALLADS Child 2B.6
\N1 `I have a sister, younger than I,
And she was married yesterday.'
\SBALLADS Child 2B.7
\N1 `Married with me if thou wouldst be,
A curtisie thou must do to me.
\SBALLADS Child 2B.8
\N1 `It\'s ye maun mak a sark to me,
Without any cut or seam,' quoth he.
\SBALLADS Child 2B.9
\N1 `And ye maun shape it, knife-, sheerless,
And also sew it needle-, threedless.'
\SBALLADS Child 2B.10
\N1 `If that piece of courtisie I do to thee,
Another thou must do to me.
\SBALLADS Child 2B.11
\N1 `I have an aiker of good ley land,
Which lyeth low by yon sea strand.
\SBALLADS Child 2B.12
\N1 `It\'s ye maun till\'t wi your touting horn,
And ye maun saw\'t wi the pepper corn.
\SBALLADS Child 2B.13
\N1 `And ye maun harrow\'t wi a thorn,
And hae your wark done ere the morn.
\SBALLADS Child 2B.14
\N1 `And ye maun shear it wi your knife,
And no lose a stack o\'t for your life.
\SBALLADS Child 2B.15
\N1 `And ye maun stack it in a mouse hole,
And ye maun thrash it in your shoe sole.
\SBALLADS Child 2B.16
\N1 `And ye maun dight it in your loof,
And also sack it in your glove.
\SBALLADS Child 2B.17
\N1 `And thou must bring it over the sea,
Fair and clean and dry to me.
\SBALLADS Child 2B.18
\N1 `And when that ye have done your wark,
Come back to me, and ye\'ll get your sark.'
\SBALLADS Child 2B.19
\N1 `I\'ll not quite my plaid for my life;
It haps my seven bairns and my wife.'
\SBALLADS Child 2B.20
\N1 `My maidenhead I\'ll then keep still,
Let the elphin knight do what he will.
\LBALLADS Child 2C.1
\N1 THERE stands a knicht at the tap o yon hill,
\SBALLADS Child 2C.1r
\N1 Oure the hills and far awa
\SBALLADS Child 2C.1
\N2 He has blawn his horn loud and shill.
\SBALLADS Child 2C.1r
\N2 The cauld wind\'s blawn my plaid awa
\SBALLADS Child 2C.2
\N1 `If I had the horn that I hear blawn,
And the knicht that blaws that horn!'
\SBALLADS Child 2C.3
\N3 She had na sooner thae words said,
Than the elf+in knicht cam to her side.
\SBALLADS Child 2C.4
\N1 `Are na ye oure young a may
Wi onie young man doun to lie?'
\SBALLADS Child 2C.5
\N1 `I have a sister younger than I,
And she was married yesterday.'
\SBALLADS Child 2C.6
\N1 `Married wi me ye sall neer be nane
Till ye mak to me a sark but a seam.
\SBALLADS Child 2C.7
\N1 `And ye maun shape it knife-,sheer-less,
And ye maun sew it needle-, threed-less.
\SBALLADS Child 2C.8
\N1 `And ye maun wash it in yon cistran,
Whare water never stood nor ran.
\SBALLADS Child 2C.9
\N1 `And ye maun dry it on yon hawthorn,
Whare the sun neer shon sin man was born.'
\SBALLADS Child 2C.10
\N1 `Gin that courtesie I do for thee,
Ye maun do this for me.
\SBALLADS Child 2C.11
\N1 `Ye\'ll get an acre o gude red-land
Atween the saut sea and the sand.
\SBALLADS Child 2C.12
\N1 `I want that land for to be corn,
And ye maun aer it wi your horn.
\SBALLADS Child 2C.13
\N1 `And ye maun saw it without a seed,
And ye maun harrow it wi a threed.
\SBALLADS Child 2C.14
\N1 `And ye maun shear it wi your knife,
And na tyne a pickle o\'t for your life.
\SBALLADS Child 2C.15
\N1 `And ye maun moue it in yon mouse-hole
And ye maun thrash it in your shoe-sole.
\SBALLADS Child 2C.16
\N1 `And ye maun fan it wi your luves,
And ye maun sack it in your gloves.
\SBALLADS Child 2C.17
\N1 `And ye maun bring it oure the sea,
Fair and clean and dry to me.
\SBALLADS Child 2C.18
\N1 `And whan that your wark is weill deen,
Yese get your sark without a seam.'
\LBALLADS Child 2D.1
\N1 THE Elf+in knight stands on yon hill,
\SBALLADS Child 2D.1r
\N1 Blaw, blaw, blaw winds, blaw
\SBALLADS Child 2D.1
\N2 Blawing his horn loud and shrill.
\SBALLADS Child 2D.1r
\N2 And the wind has blawin my plaid awa
\SBALLADS Child 2D.2
\N1 `If I had yon horn in my kist,
And the bonny laddie here that I luve best!
\SBALLADS Child 2D.3
\N1 `I hae a sister eleven years auld,
And she to the young men\'s bed has made bauld.
\SBALLADS Child 2D.4
\N1 `And I mysell am only nine,
And oh! sae fain, luve, as I woud be thine.'
\SBALLADS Child 2D.5
\N1 `Ye maun make me a f+ine Holland sark,
Without ony stitching or needle wark.
\SBALLADS Child 2D.6
\N1 `And ye maun wash it in yonder well,
Where the dew never wat, nor the rain ever fell.
\SBALLADS Child 2D.7
\N1 `And ye maun dry it upon a thorn
That never budded sin Adam was born.'
\SBALLADS Child 2D.8
\N1 `Now sin ye\'ve askd some things o me,
It\'s right I ask as mony o thee.
\SBALLADS Child 2D.9
\N1 `My father he askd me an acre o land,
Between the saut sea and the strand.
\SBALLADS Child 2D.10
\N1 `And ye maun plow\'t wi your blawing horn,
And ye maun saw\'t wi pepper corn.
\SBALLADS Child 2D.11
\N1 And ye maun harrow\'t wi a single tyne,
And ye maun shear\'t wi a sheep\'s shank bane.
\SBALLADS Child 2D.12
\N1 `And ye maun big it in the sea,
And bring the stathle dry to me.
\SBALLADS Child 2D.13
\N1 `And ye maun barn \'t in yon mouse hole,
And ye maun thrash\'t in your shee sole.
\SBALLADS Child 2D.14
\N1 `And ye maun sack it in your gluve,
And ye maun winno\'t in your leuve.
\SBALLADS Child 2D.15
\N1 `And ye maun dry\'t without candle or coal,
And grind it without quirn or mill.
\SBALLADS Child 2D.16
\N1 `Ye\'ll big a cart o stane and lime,
Gar Robin Redbreast trail it syne.
\SBALLADS Child 2D.17
\N1 `When ye\'ve dune, and f+inishd your wark,
Ye\'ll come to me, luve, and get your sark.'
\LBALLADS Child 2E.1
\N1 THE Elf+in Knight sits on yon hill,
\SBALLADS Child 2E.1r
\N1 Ba ba lilly ba
\SBALLADS Child 2E.1
\N2 Blowing his horn loud and shill.
\SBALLADS Child 2E.1r
\N2 And the wind has blawn my plaid awa
\SBALLADS Child 2E.2
\N1 `I love to hear that horn blaw;
I wish him [here] owns it and a\'.'
\SBALLADS Child 2E.3
\N1 That word it was no sooner spoken,
Than Elf+in Knight in her arms was gotten.
\SBALLADS Child 2E.4
\N1 `You must mak to me a sark,
Without threed, sheers or needle wark.'
\LBALLADS Child 2F.1
\N1 `DID ye ever travel twixt Berwick and Lyne?
\SBALLADS Child 2F.1r
\N1 Sober and grave grows merry in time
\SBALLADS Child 2F.1
\N2 There ye\'ll meet wi a handsome young dame,
\SBALLADS Child 2F.1r
\N2 Ance she was a true love o mine.
\SBALLADS Child 2F.2
\N1 `Tell her to sew me a holland sark,
And sew it all without needle-wark:
\SBALLADS Child 2F.2r
\N2 And syne we\'ll be true lovers again.
\SBALLADS Child 2F.3
\N1 `Tell her to wash it at yon spring-well,
Where neer wind blew, nor yet rain fell.
\SBALLADS Child 2F.4
\N1 `Tell her to dry it on yon hawthorn,
That neer sprang up sin Adam was born.
\SBALLADS Child 2F.5
\N1 `Tell her to iron it wi a hot iron,
And plait it a\' in ae plait round.'
\SBALLADS Child 2F.6
\N1 `Did ye ever travel twixt Berwick and Lyne?
There ye\'ll meet wi a handsome young man,
\SBALLADS Child 2F.6r
\N2 Ance he was a true lover o mine.
\SBALLADS Child 2F.7
\N1 `Tell him to plough me an acre o land
Betwixt the sea-side bot and the sea-sand,
\SBALLADS Child 2F.7r
\N2 And syne we\'ll be true lovers again.
\SBALLADS Child 2F.8
\N1 `Tell him to saw it wi ae peck o corn,
And harrow it a\' wi ae harrow tine.
\SBALLADS Child 2F.9
\N1 `Tell him to shear it wi ae hook-tooth,
And carry it hame just into his loof.
\SBALLADS Child 2F.10
\N1 `Tell him to stack it in yon mouse-hole,
And thrash it a\' just wi his shoe-sole.
\SBALLADS Child 2F.11
\N1 `Tell him to dry it on yon ribless kiln,
And grind it a\' in yon waterless miln.
\SBALLADS Child 2F.12
\N1 Tell this young man, whan he\'s f+inished his wark,
He may come to me, and hese get his sark.'
\LBALLADS Child 2G.1
\N1 `CAN you make me a cambrick shirt,
\SBALLADS Child 2G.1r
\N1 Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
\SBALLADS Child 2G.1
\N2 Without any seam or needle work?
\SBALLADS Child 2G.1r
\N2 And you shall be a true lover of mine
\SBALLADS Child 2G.2
\N1 `Can you wash it in yonder well,
Where never sprung water nor rain ever fell?
\SBALLADS Child 2G.3
\N1 `Can you dry it on yonder thorn,
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born?
\SBALLADS Child 2G.4
\N1 `Now you have askd me questions three,
I hope you\'ll answer as many for me.
\SBALLADS Child 2G.5
\N1 `Can you f+ind me an acre of land
Between the salt water and the sea sand?
\SBALLADS Child 2G.6
\N1 `Can you plow it with a ram\'s horn,
And sow it all over with one pepper corn?
\SBALLADS Child 2G.7
\N1 `Can you reap it with a sickle of leather,
And bind it up with a peacock\'s feather?
\SBALLADS Child 2G.8
\N1 `When you have done, and f+inishd your work,
Then come to me for your cambrick shirt.'
\LBALLADS Child 2H.1
\N1 `COME, pretty Nelly, and sit thee down by me,
\SBALLADS Child 2H.1r
\N1 Every rose grows merry wi thyme
\SBALLADS Child 2H.1
\N2 And I will ask thee questions three,
\SBALLADS Child 2H.1r
\N2 And then thou wilt be a true lover of mine.
\SBALLADS Child 2H.2
\N1 `Thou must buy me a cambrick smock
Without any stitch of needlework.
\SBALLADS Child 2H.3
\N1 `Thou must wash it in yonder strand,
Where wood never grew and water neer ran.
\SBALLADS Child 2H.4
\N1 `Thou must dry it on yonder thorn,
Where the sun never shined on since Adam was formed.'
\SBALLADS Child 2H.5
\N1 `Thou hast asked me questions three;
Sit down till I ask as many of thee.
\SBALLADS Child 2H.6
\N1 `Thou must buy me an acre of land
Betwixt the salt water, love, and the sea-sand.
\SBALLADS Child 2H.7
\N1 `Thou must plow it wi a ram\'s horn,
And sow it all over wi one pile o corn.
\SBALLADS Child 2H.8
\N1 `Thou must shear it wi a strap o leather,
And tie it all up in a peacock feather.
\SBALLADS Child 2H.9
\N1 `Thou must stack it in the sea,
And bring the stale o\'t hame dry to me.
\SBALLADS Child 2H.10
\N1 `When my love\'s done, and f+inished his work,
Let him come to me for his cambric smock.'
\LBALLADS Child 2I.1
\N1 A LADY wonned on yonder hill,
\SBALLADS Child 2I.1r
\N1 Hee ba and balou ba
\SBALLADS Child 2I.1
\N2 And she had musick at her will.
\SBALLADS Child 2I.1r
\N2 And the wind has blown my plaid awa
\SBALLADS Child 2I.2
\N1 Up and cam an auld, auld man,
Wi his blue bonnet in his han.
\SBALLADS Child 2I.3
\N1 `I will ask ye questions three;
Resolve them, or ye\'ll gang wi me.
\SBALLADS Child 2I.4
\N1 `Ye maun mak to me a sark,
It maun be free o woman\'s wark.
\SBALLADS Child 2I.5
\N1 `Ye maun shape it knife- sheerless,
And ye maun sew it needle- threedless.
\SBALLADS Child 2I.6
\N1 `Ye maun wash it in yonder well,
Whare rain nor dew has ever fell.
\SBALLADS Child 2I.7
\N1 `Ye maun dry it on yonder thorn,
Where leaf neer grew since man was born.'
\SBALLADS Child 2I.8
\N1 `I will ask ye questions three;
Resolve them, or ye\'ll neer get me.
\SBALLADS Child 2I.9
\N1 `I hae a rig o bonnie land
Atween the saut sea and the sand.
\SBALLADS Child 2I.10
\N1 `Ye maun plow it wi ae horse bane,
And harrow it wi ae harrow pin.
\SBALLADS Child 2I.11
\N1 `Ye maun shear\'t wi a whang o leather,
And ye maun bind \'t bot strap or tether.
\SBALLADS Child 2I.12
\N1 `Ye maun stack it in the sea,
And bring the stale hame dry to me.
\SBALLADS Child 2I.13
\N1 `Ye maun mak a cart o stane,
And yoke the wren and bring it hame.
\SBALLADS Child 2I.14
\N1 `Ye maun thresh\'t atween your lufes,
And ye maun sack\'t atween your thies.'
\SBALLADS Child 2I.15
\N1 `My curse on those wha learne+:d thee;
This night I weend ye\'d gane wi me.'
\LBALLADS Child 2J.1
\N1 NOW you are a-going to Cape Ann,
\SBALLADS Child 2J.1r
\N1 Follomingkathellomeday
\SBALLADS Child 2J.1
\N2 Remember me to the self-same  man.
\SBALLADS Child 2J.1r
\N2 Ummatiddle, ummatiddle, ummatallyho, tallyho, follomingkathellomeday
\SBALLADS Child 2J.2
\N1 Tell him to buy me an acre of land
Between the salt-water and the sea-sand.
\SBALLADS Child 2J.3
\N1 Tell him to plough it with a ram\'s horn,
Tell him to sow it with one peppercorn.
\SBALLADS Child 2J.4
\N1 Tell him to reap it with a penknife,
And tell him to cart it with two mice.
\SBALLADS Child 2J.5
\N1 Tell him to cart it to yonder new barn
That never was built since Adam was born.
\SBALLADS Child 2J.6
\N1 Tell him to thrash it with a goose quill,
Tell him to fan it with an egg-shell.
\SBALLADS Child 2J.7
\N1 Tell the fool, when he\'s done his work,
To come to me, and he shall have his shirt.
\LBALLADS Child 2K.1
\N1 MY father left me three acres of land,
\SBALLADS Child 2K.1r
\N1 Sing ivy, sing ivy
\SBALLADS Child 2K.1
\N2 My father left me three acres of land.
\SBALLADS Child 2K.1r
\N2 Sing holly, go whistle and ivy
\SBALLADS Child 2K.2
\N1 I ploughed it with a ram\'s horn,
And sowed it all over with one pepper corn.
\SBALLADS Child 2K.3
\N1 I harrowed it with a bramble bush,
And reaped it with my little penknife.
\SBALLADS Child 2K.4
\N1 I got the mice to carry it to the barn,
And thrashed it with a goose\'s quill.
\SBALLADS Child 2K.5
\N1 I got the cat to carry it to the mill;
The miller he swore he would have her paw,
And the cat she swore she would scratch his face.
\LBALLADS Child 2L.1
\N1 MY father gave me an acre of land,
\SBALLADS Child 2L.1r
\N1 Sing ivy, sing ivy
\SBALLADS Child 2L.1
\N2 My father gave me an acre of land.
\SBALLADS Child 2L.1r
\N2 Sing green bush, holly and ivy
\SBALLADS Child 2L.2
\N1 I ploughd it with a ram\'s horn.
\SBALLADS Child 2L.3
\N1 I harrowd it with a bramble.
\SBALLADS Child 2L.4
\N1 I sowd it with a pepper corn.
\SBALLADS Child 2L.5
\N1 I reapd it with my penknife.
\SBALLADS Child 2L.6
\N1 I carried it to the mill upon the cat\'s back.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 2L.7
\N1 I made a cake for all the king\'s men.
\LBALLADS Child 2[M.1]
\N1 As I went up to the top o yon hill,
\SBALLADS Child 2[M.1r]
\N1 Every rose springs merry in\' t\' time
\SBALLADS Child 2[M.1]
\N2 I met a fair maid, an her name it was Nell.
\SBALLADS Child 2[M.1r]
\N2 An she langed to be a true lover o mine
\SBALLADS Child 2[M.2]
\N1 `Ye\'ll get to me a cambric sark,
An sew it all over without thread or needle.
\SBALLADS Child 2[M.2r]
\N2 Before that ye be, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 2[M.3]
`Ye\'ll wash it doun in yonder well,
Where water neer ran an dew never fell.
\SBALLADS Child 2[M.4]
\N1 `Ye\'ll bleach it doun by yonder green,
Where grass never grew an wind never blew.
\SBALLADS Child 2[M.5]
\N1 `Ye\'ll dry it doun on yonder thorn,
That never bore blossom sin Adam was born.'
\SBALLADS Child 2[M.6]
\N1 `Four questions ye have asked at me,
An as mony mair ye\'ll answer me.
\SBALLADS Child 2[M.7]
\N1 `Ye\'ll get to me an acre o land
Atween the saut water an the sea sand.
\SBALLADS Child 2[M.8]
\N1 `Ye\'ll plow it wi a ram\'s horn,
An sow it all over wi one peppercorn.
\SBALLADS Child 2[M.9]
\N1 `Ye\'ll shear it wi a peacock\'s feather,
An bind it all up wi the sting o an adder.
\SBALLADS Child 2[M.10]
\N1 `Ye\'ll stook it in yonder saut sea,
An bring the dry sheaves a\' back to me.
\SBALLADS Child 2[M.11]
\N1 `An when ye\'ve done and f+inished your wark,
Ye\'ll come to me, an ye\'se get your sark.'
\SBALLADS Child 2[M.11r
\N2 An then shall ye be ture lover o mine
\LBALLADS Child 3A.1
\N1 `O WHARE are ye gaun?'
\SBALLADS Child 3A.1r
\N1 Quo the fause knicht upon the road:
\SBALLADS Child 3A.1
\N2 `I\'m gaun to the scule,'
\SBALLADS Child 3A.1r
\N2 Quo the wee boy, and still he stude.
\SBALLADS Child 3A.2
\N1 `What is that upon your back?'
\SBALLADS Child 3A.2r
\N1 quo etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 3A.2
\N2 `Atweel it is my bukes,'
\SBALLADS Child 3A.2r
\N2 quo etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 3A.3
\N1 `What\'s that ye\'ve got in your arm?'
`Atweel it is my peit.'
\SBALLADS Child 3A.4
\N1 `Wha\'s aucht they sheep?'
`They are mine and my mither\'s.'
\SBALLADS Child 3A.5
\N1 `How monie o them are mine?'
`A\' they that hae blue tails.'
\SBALLADS Child 3A.6
\N1 `I wiss ye were on yon tree:'
`And a gude ladder under me.'
\SBALLADS Child 3A.7
\N1 `And the ladder for to break:'
`And you for to fa down.'
\SBALLADS Child 3A.8
\N1 `I wiss ye were in yon sie:'
And a gude bottom under me.'
\SBALLADS Child 3A.9
\N1 `And the bottom for to break:'
`And ye to be drowned.'
\LBALLADS Child 3B
\N1 `O WHARE are ye gaun?' quo the false knight,
And false, false was his rede:
`I\'m gaun to the scule,' says the pretty little boy,
And still, still he stude.
\LBALLADS Child 3[C.1]
\N1 `O whare are ye gaun?'
\SBALLADS Child 3[C.1r]
\N1 Says the false knight upon the road:
\SBALLADS Child 3[C.1]
\N2 `I am gaun to the schule,'
\SBALLADS Child 3[C.1r]
\N1 Says the wee boy, and still he stood.
\SBALLADS Child 3[C.2]
\N1 `Wha\'s aught the sheep on yonder hill?'
`They are my papa\'s and mine.'
\SBALLADS Child 3[C.3]
\N1 `How many of them\'s mine?'
`A\' them that has blue tails.'
\SBALLADS Child 3[C.4]
\N1 `I wish you were in yonder well:'
`And you were down in hell.'
\LBALLADS Child 4A.1
\N1 FAIR lady Isabel sits in her bower sewing,
\SBALLADS Child 4A.1r
\N1 Aye as the gowans grow gay
\SBALLADS Child 4A.1
\N2 There she heard an elf-knight blawing his horn.
\SBALLADS Child 4A.1r
\N2 The f+irst morning in May
\SBALLADS Child 4A.2
\N1 `If I had yon horn that I hear blawing,
And yon elf-knight to sleep in my bosom.'
\SBALLADS Child 4A.3
\N1 This maiden had scarcely these words spoken,
Till in at her window the elf-knight has luppen.
\SBALLADS Child 4A.4
\N1 `It\'s a very strange matter, fair maiden,' said he,
`I canna blaw my horn but ye call on me.
\SBALLADS Child 4A.5
\N1 `But will ye go to yon greenwood side?
If ye canna gang, I will cause you to ride.'
\SBALLADS Child 4A.6
\N1 He leapt on a horse, and she on another,
And they rode on to the greenwood together.
\SBALLADS Child 4A.7
\N1 `Light down, light down, lady Isabel,' said he,
We are come to the place where ye are to die.
\SBALLADS Child 4A.8
\N1 `Hae mercy, hae mercy, kind sir, on me,
Till ance my dear father and mother I see.'
\SBALLADS Child 4A.9
\N1 `Seven king\'s-daughters here hae I slain,
And ye shall be the eight o them.'
\SBALLADS Child 4A.10
\N1 `O sit down a while, lay your head on my knee,
That we may hae some rest before that I die.'
\SBALLADS Child 4A.11
\N1 She stroakd him sae fast, the nearer he did creep,
Wi a sma charm she lulld him fast asleep.
\SBALLADS Child 4A.12
\N1 Wi his ain sword-belt sae fast as she ban him,
Wi his ain dag-durk sae sair as she dang him.
\SBALLADS Child 4A.13
\N1 `If seven king\'s-daughters here ye hae slain,
Lye ye here, a husband to them a\'.'
\LBALLADS Child 4B.1
\N1 THERE came a bird out o a bush,
On water for to dine,
An sighing sair, says the king\'s daughter,
`O wae\'s this heart o mine!'
\SBALLADS Child 4B.2
\N1 He\'s taen a harp into his hand,
He\'s harped them all asleep,
Except it was the king\'s daughter,
Who one wink couldna get.
\SBALLADS Child 4B.3
\N1 He\'s luppen on his berry-brown steed,
Taen \'er on behind himsell,
Then baith rede down to that water
That they ca Wearie\'s Well.
\SBALLADS Child 4B.4
\N1 `Wide in, wide in, my lady fair,
No harm shall thee befall;
Oft times I\'ve watered my steed
Wi the waters o Wearie\'s Well.'
\SBALLADS Child 4B.5
\N1 The f+irst step that she stepped in,
She stepped to the knee;
And sighend says this lady fair,
`This water\'s nae for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 4B.6
\N1 `Wide in, wide in, my lady fair,
No harm shall thee befall;
Oft times I\'ve watered my steed
Wi the water o Wearie\'s Well.'
\SBALLADS Child 4B.7
\N1 The next step that she stepped in,
She stepped to the middle;
`O,' sighend says this lady fair,
I\'ve wat my gowden girdle.'
\SBALLADS Child 4B.8
\N1 `Wide in, wide in, my lady fair,
No harm shall thee befall;
Oft times have I watered my steed
Wi the water o Wearie\'s Well.'
\SBALLADS Child 4B.9
\N1 The next step that she stepped in,
She stepped to the chin;
`O,' sighend says this lady fair,
`They sud gar twa loves twin.'
\SBALLADS Child 4B.10
\N1 `Seven king\'s-daughters I\'ve drownd there,
In the water o Wearie\'s Well,
And I\'ll make you the eight o them,
And ring the common bell.'
\SBALLADS Child 4B.11
\N1 `Since I am standing here,' she says,
`This dowie death to die,
One kiss o your comely mouth
I\'m sure wad comfort me.'
\SBALLADS Child 4B.12
\N1 He louted him oer his saddle bow,
To kiss her cheek and chin;
She\'s taen him in her arms twa,
An thrown him headlong in.
\SBALLADS Child 4B.13
\N1 `Since seven king\'s daughters ye\'ve drowned there,
In the water o Wearie\'s Well,
I\'ll make you bridegroom to them a\',
An ring the bell mysell.'
\SBALLADS Child 4B.14
\N1 And aye she warsled, and aye she swam,
And she swam to dry lan;
She thanked God most cheerfully
The dangers she oercame.
\LBALLADS Child 4C.1
\N1 FALSE Sir John a wooing came
To a maid of beauty fair;
May Colven was this lady\'s name,
Her father\'s only heir.
\SBALLADS Child 4C.2
\N1 He wood her butt, he wood her ben,
He wood her in the ha,
Until he got this lady\'s consent
To mount and ride awa.
\SBALLADS Child 4C.3
\N1 He went down to her father\'s bower,
Where all the steeds did stand,
And he\'s taken one of the best steeds
That was in her father\'s land.
\SBALLADS Child 4C.4
\N1 He\'s got on and she\'s got on,
And fast as they could f+lee,
Until they came to a lonesome part,
A rock by the side of the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 4C.5
\N1 `Loup off the steed,' says false Sir John,
`Your bridal bed you see;
For I have drowned seven young ladies,
The eight one you shall be.
\SBALLADS Child 4C.6
\N1 `Cast off, cast off, my May Colven,
All and your silken gown,
For it\'s oer good and oer costly
To rot in the salt sea foam.
\SBALLADS Child 4C.7
\N1 `Cast off, cast off, my May Colven,
All and your embroiderd shoen,
For they\'re oer good and oer costly
To rot in the salt sea foam.'
\SBALLADS Child 4C.8
\N1 `O turn you about, O false Sir John,
And look to the leaf of the tree,
For it never became a gentleman
A naked woman to see.'
\SBALLADS Child 4C.9
\N1 He turnd himself straight round about,
To look to the leaf of the tree;
So swift as May Colven was
To throw him in the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 4C.10
\N1 `O help, O help, my May Colven,
O help, or else I\'ll drown;
I\'ll take you home to your father\'s bower,
And set you down safe and sound.'
\SBALLADS Child 4C.11
\N1 `No help, no help, O false Sir John,
No help, nor pity thee;
Tho seven king\'s-daughters you have drownd,
But the eight shall not be me.'
\SBALLADS Child 4C.12
\N1 So she went on her father\'s steed,
As swift as she could f+lee,
And she came home to her father\'s bower
Before it was break of day.
\SBALLADS Child 4C.13
\N1 Up then and spoke the pretty parrot:
`May Colven, where have you been?
What has become of false Sir John,
That woo\'d you so late the streen?
\SBALLADS Child 4C.14
\N1 `He woo\'d you butt, he woo\'d you ben,
He woo\'d you in the ha,
Until he got your own consent
For to mount and gang awa.'
\SBALLADS Child 4C.15
\N1 `O hold your tongue, my pretty parrot,
Lay not the blame upon me;
Your cup shall be of the f+lowered gold,
Your cage of the root of the tree.'
\SBALLADS Child 4C.16
\N1 Up then spake the king himself,
In the bed-chamber where he lay:
`What ails the pretty parrot,
That prattles so long or day?'
\SBALLADS Child 4C.17
\N1 `There came a cat to my cage door,
It almost a worried me,
And I was calling on May Colven
To take the cat from me.'
\LBALLADS Child 4D.1
\N1 O HEARD ye of a bloody knight,
Lived in the south country?
For he has betrayed eight ladies fair
And drowned them in the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 4D.2
\N1 Then next he went to May Collin,
She was her father\'s heir,
The greatest beauty in the land,
I solemnly declare.
\SBALLADS Child 4D.3
\N1 `I am a knight of wealth and might,
Of townlands twenty-three;
And you\'ll be lady of them all,
If you will go with me.'
\SBALLADS Child 4D.4
\N1 `Excuse me, then, Sir John,' she says;
`To wed I am too young;
Without I have my parents\' leave,
With you I darena gang.'
\SBALLADS Child 4D.5
\N1 `Your parents\' leave you soon shall have,
In that they will agree;
For I have made a solemn vow
This night you\'ll go with me.'
\SBALLADS Child 4D.6
\N1 From below his arm he pulled a charm,
And stuck it in her sleeve,
And he has made her go with him,
Without her parents\' leave.
\SBALLADS Child 4D.7
\N1 Of gold and silver she has got
With her twelve hundred pound,
And the swiftest steed her father had
She has taen to ride upon.
\SBALLADS Child 4D.8
\N1 So privily they went along,
They made no stop or stay,
Till they came to the fatal place
That they call Bunion Bay.
\SBALLADS Child 4D.9
\N1 It being in a lonely place,
And no house there was nigh,
The fatal rocks were long and steep,
And none could hear her cry.
\SBALLADS Child 4D.10
\N1 `Light down,' he said, 'Fair May Collin,
Light down and speak with me,
For here I\'ve drowned eight ladies fair,
And the ninth one you shall be.'
\SBALLADS Child 4D.11
\N1 `Is this your bowers and lofty towers,
So beautiful and gay?
Or is it for my gold,' she said,
`You take my life away?'
\SBALLADS Child 4D.12
\N1 `Strip off,' he says, 'Thy jewels f+ine,
So costly and so brave,
For they are too costly and too f+ine
To throw in the sea wave.'
\SBALLADS Child 4D.13
\N1 `Take all I have my life to save,
O good Sir John, I pray;
Let it neer be said you killed a maid
Upon her wedding day.'
\SBALLADS Child 4D.14
\N1 `Strip off,' he says, 'Thy Holland smock,
That\'s bordered with the lawn,
For it\'s too costly and too f+ine
To rot in the sea sand.'
\SBALLADS Child 4D.15
\N1 `O turn about, Sir John,' she said,
`Your back about to me,
For it never was comely for a man
A naked woman to see.'
\SBALLADS Child 4D.16
\N1 But as he turned him round about,
She threw him in the sea,
Saying, `Lie you there, you false Sir John,
Where you thought to lay me.
\SBALLADS Child 4D.17
\N1 `O lie you there, you traitor false,
Where you thought to lay me,
For though you stripped me to the skin,
Your clothes you\'ve got with thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 4D.18
\N1 Her jewels f+ine she did put on,
So costly, rich and brave,
And then with speed she mounts his steed,
So well she did behave.
\SBALLADS Child 4D.19
\N1 That lady fair being void of fear,
Her steed being swift and free,
And she has reached her father\'s gate
Before the clock struck three.
\SBALLADS Child 4D.20
\N1 Then f+irst she called the stable groom,
He was her waiting man;
Soon as he heard his lady\'s voice
He stood with cap in hand.
\SBALLADS Child 4D.21
\N1 `Where have you been, fair May Collin?
Who owns this dapple grey?'
`It is a found one,' she replied,
`That I got on the way.'
\SBALLADS Child 4D.22
\N1 Then out bespoke the wily parrot
Unto fair May Collin:
`What have you done with false Sir John,
That went with you yestreen?'
\SBALLADS Child 4D.23
\N1 `O hold your tongue, my pretty parrot,
And talk no more to me,
And where you had a meal a day
O now you shall have three.'
\SBALLADS Child 4D.24
\N1 Then up bespoke her father dear,
From his chamber where he lay:
`What aileth thee, my pretty Poll,
That you chat so long or day?'
\SBALLADS Child 4D.25
\N1 The cat she came to my cage-door,
The thief I could not see,
And I called to fair May Collin,
To take the cat from me.'
\SBALLADS Child 4D.26
\N1 Then f+irst she told her father dear
The deed that she had done,
And next she told her mother dear
Concerning false Sir John.
\SBALLADS Child 4D.27
\N1 `If this be true, fair May Collin,
That you have told  to me,
Before I either eat or drink
This false Sir John I\'ll see.'
\SBALLADS Child 4D.28
\N1 Away they went with one consent,
At dawning of the day,
Until they came to Carline Sands,
And there his body lay.
\SBALLADS Child 4D.29
\N1 His body tall, by that great fall,
By the waves tossed to and fro,
The diamond ring that he had on
Was broke in pieces two.
\SBALLADS Child 4D.30
\N1 And they have taken up his corpse
To yonder pleasant green,
And there they have buried false Sir John,
For fear he should be seen.
\LBALLADS Child 4E.1
\N1 AN outlandish knight came from the north lands,
And he came a-wooing to me;
He told me he\'d take me unto the north lands,
And there he would marry me.
\SBALLADS Child 4E.2
\N1 `Come, fetch me some of your father\'s gold,
And some of your mother\'s fee,
And two of the best nags out of the stable,
Where they stand thirty and three.'
\SBALLADS Child 4E.3
\N1 She fetched him some of her father\'s gold,
And some of her mother\'s fee,
And two of the best nags out of the stable,
Where they stood thirty and three.
\SBALLADS Child 4E.4
\N1 She mounted her on her milk-white steed,
He on the dapple grey;
They rode till they came unto the sea-side,
Three hours before it was day.
\SBALLADS Child 4E.5
\N1 `Light off, light off thy milk-white steed,
And deliver it unto me;
Six pretty maids have I drowned here,
And thou the seventh shalt be.
\SBALLADS Child 4E.6
\N1 `Pull off, pull off thy silken gown,
And deliver it unto me;
Methinks it looks too rich and too gay
To rot in the salt sea.
\SBALLADS Child 4E.7
\N1 `Pull off, pull off thy silken stays,
And deliver them unto me;
Methinks they are too f+ine and gay
To rot in the salt sea.
\SBALLADS Child 4E.8
\N1 `Pull off, pull off thy Holland smock,
And deliver it unto me;
Methinks it looks too rich and gay
To rot in the salt sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 4E.9
\N1 `If I must pull off my Holland smock,
Pray turn thy back unto me;
For it is not f+itting that such a ruff+ian
A naked woman should see.'
\SBALLADS Child 4E.10
\N1 He turned his back towards her
And viewed the leaves so green;
She catched him round the middle so small,
And tumbled him into the stream.
\SBALLADS Child 4E.11
\N1 He dropped high and he dropped low,
Until he came to the side;
`Catch hold of my hand, my pretty maiden,
And I will make you my bride.'
\SBALLADS Child 4E.12
\N1 `Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man,
Lie there instead of me;
Six pretty maids have you drowned here,
And the seventh has drowned thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 4E.13
\N1 She mounted on her milk-white steed,
And led the dapple grey;
She rode till she came to her own father\'s hall,
Three hours before it was day.
\SBALLADS Child 4E.14
\N1 The parrot being in the window so high,
Hearing the lady, did say,
`I\'m afraid that some ruff+ian has led you astray,
That you have tarried so long away.'
\SBALLADS Child 4E.15
\N1 `Don\'t prittle nor prattle, my pretty parrot,
Nor tell no tales of me;
Thy cage shall be made of the glittering gold,
Although it is made of a tree.'
\SBALLADS Child 4E.16
\N1 The king being in the chamber so high,
And hearing the parrot, did say,
`What ails you, what ails you, my pretty parrot,
That you prattle so long before day?'
\SBALLADS Child 4E.17
\N1 `It\'s no laughing matter,' the parrot did say,
`That so loudly I call unto thee,
For the cats have got into the window so high,
And I\'m afraid they will have me.'
\SBALLADS Child 4E.18
\N1 `Well turned, well turned, my pretty parrot,
Well turned, well turned for me;
Thy cage shall be made of the glittering gold,
And the door of the best ivory.'
\LBALLADS Child 4F.1
\N1 \R'\rGO fetch me some of your father\'s gold,
And some of your mother\'s fee,
And I\'ll carry you into the north land,
And there I\'ll marry thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 4F.2
\N1 She fetchd him some of her father\'s gold,
And some of her mother\'s fee;
She carried him into the stable,
Where horses stood thirty and three.
\SBALLADS Child 4F.3
\N1 She leapd on a milk-white steed,
And he on a dapple-grey;
They rode til they came to a fair river\'s side,
Three hours before it was day.
\SBALLADS Child 4F.4
\N1 `O light, O light, you lady gay,
O light with speed, I say,
For six knight\'s daughters have I drowned here,
And you the seventh must be.'
\SBALLADS Child 4F.5
\N1 `Go fetch the sickle, to crop the nettle
That grows so near the brim,
For fear it should tangle my golden locks,
Or freckle my milk-white skin.'
\SBALLADS Child 4F.6
\N1 He fetchd the sickle, to crop the nettle
That grows so near the brim,
And with all the strength that pretty Polly had
She pushd the false knight in.
\SBALLADS Child 4F.7
\N1 `Swim on, swim on, thou false knight,
And there bewail thy doom,
For I don\'t think thy cloathing too good
To lie in a watry tomb.'
\SBALLADS Child 4F.8
\N1 She leaped on her milk-white steed,
She led the dapple grey;
She rid till she came to her father\'s house,
Three hours before it was day.
\SBALLADS Child 4F.9
\N1 `Who knocked so loudly at the ring?'
The parrot he did say;
`O where have you been, my pretty Polly,
All this long summer\'s day?'
\SBALLADS Child 4F.10
\N1 `O hold your tongue, parrot,
Tell you no tales of me;
Your cage shall be made of beaten gold,
Which is now made of a tree.'
\SBALLADS Child 4F.11
\N1 O then bespoke her father dear,
As he on his bed did lay:
`O what is the matter, my parrot,
That you speak before it is day?'
\SBALLADS Child 4F.12
\N1 `The cat\'s at my cage, master,
And sorely frighted me,
And I calld down my Polly
To take the cat away.'
\LBALLADS Child 4[G.1]
\N1 `Now steal me some of your father\'s gold,
And some of your mother\'s fee,
And steal the best steed in your father\'s stable,
Where there lie thirty three.'
\SBALLADS Child 4[G.2]
\N1 She stole him some of her father\'s gold,
And some of her mother\'s fee,
And she stole the best steed from her father\'s stable,
Where there lay thirty three.
\SBALLADS Child 4[G.3]
\N1 And she rode on the milk-white steed,
And he on the barb so grey,
Until they came to the green, green wood,
Three hours before it was day.
\SBALLADS Child 4[G.4]
\N1 `Alight, alight, my pretty colleen,
Alight immediately,
For six knight\'s daughters I drowned here,
And thou the seventh shall be.'
\SBALLADS Child 4[G.5]
\N1 `Oh hold your tongue, you false knight villain,
Oh hold your tongue,' said she;
`\'Twas you that promised to marry me,
For some of my father\'s fee.'
\SBALLADS Child 4[G.6]
\N1 `Strip off, strip off your jewels so rare,
And give them all to me;
I think them too rich and too costly by far
To rot in the sand with thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 4[G.7]
\N1 `Oh turn away, thou false knight villain,
Oh turn away from me;
Oh turn away, with your back to the cliff,
And your face to the willow-tree.'
\SBALLADS Child 4[G.8]
\N1 He turned about, with his back to the cliff,
And his face to the willow-tree;
So sudden she took him up in her arms,
And threw him into the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 4[G.9]
\N1 `Lie there, lie there, thou false knight villain,
Lie there instead of me;
\'Twas you that promised to marry me,
For some of my father\'s fee.'
\SBALLADS Child 4[G.10]
\N1 `Oh take me by the arm, my dear,
And hold me by the hand,
And you shall be my gay lady,
And the queen of all Scotland.'
\SBALLADS Child 4[G.11]
\N1 `I\'ll not take you by the arm, my dear,
Nor hold you by the hand;
And I won\'t be your gay lady,
And the queen of all Scotland.'
\SBALLADS Child 4[G.12]
\N1 And she rode on the milk-white steed,
And led the barb so grey,
Until she came back to her father\'s castle,
One hour before it was day.
\SBALLADS Child 4[G.13]
\N1 And out then spoke her parrot so green,
From the cage wherein she lay:
Where have you now been, my pretty colleen,
This long, long summer\'s day?
\SBALLADS Child 4[G.14]
\N1 `Oh hold your tongue, my favourite bird,
And tell no tales on me;
Your cage I will make of the beaten gold,
And hang in the willow-tree.'
\SBALLADS Child 4[G.15]
\N1 Out then spoke her father dear,
From the chamber where he lay:
Oh what hath befallen my favourite bird,
That she calls so loud for day?
\SBALLADS Child 4[G.16]
\N1 `\'Tis nothing at all, good lord,' she said,
`\'Tis nothing at all indeed;
It was only the cat came to my cage-door,
And Icalled my pretty colleen.'
\LBALLADS Child 5A.1
\N1 GIL BRENTON has sent oer the fame,
He\'s woo\'d a wife an brought her hame.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.2
\N1 Full sevenscore o ships came her wi,
The lady by the greenwood tree.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.3
\N1 There was twal an twal wi beer an wine,
An twal an twal wi muskadine:
\SBALLADS Child 5A.4
\N1 An twall an twall wi bouted f+lowr,
An twall an twall wi paramour:
\SBALLADS Child 5A.5
\N1 An twall an twall wi baken bread,
An twall an twall wi the goud sae red.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.6
\N1 Sweet Willy was a widow\'s son,
An at her stirrup-foot he did run.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.7
\N1 An she was dressd i the f+inest pa,
But ay she loot the tears down fa.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.8
\N1 An she was dickd wi the fairest f+lowrs,
But ay she loot the tears down pour.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.9
\N1 `O is there water i your shee?
Or does the win blaw i your glee?
\SBALLADS Child 5A.10
\N1 `Or are you mourning i your meed
That eer you left your mither gueede?
\SBALLADS Child 5A.11
\N1 `Or are ye mourning i your tide
That ever ye was Gil Brenton\'s bride?'
\SBALLADS Child 5A.12
`Th<re] is nae water i my shee,
Nor does the win blaw i my glee:
\SBALLADS Child 5A.13
\N1 `Nor am I mourning i my tide
That eer I was Gil Brenton\'s bride:
\SBALLADS Child 5A.14
\N1 `But I am mourning i my meed
That ever I left my mither gueede.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.15
\N1 `But, bonny boy, tell to me
What is the customs o your country.'
\SBALLADS Child 5A.16
\N1 `The customs o\'t, my dame,' he says,
`Will ill a gentle lady please.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.17
\N1 `Seven king\'s daughters has our king wedded,
An seven king\'s daughters has our king bedded.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.18
\N1 `But he\'s cutted the paps frae their breast-bane,
An sent them mourning hame again.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.19
\N1 `But whan you come to the palace yate,
His mither a golden chair will set.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.20
\N1 `An be you maid or be you nane,
O sit you there till the day be dane.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.21
\N1 `An gin you\'re sure that you are a maid,
Ye may gang safely to his bed.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.22
\N1 `But gin o that you be na sure,
Then hire some woman o youre bowr.'
\SBALLADS Child 5A.23
\N1 O whan she came to the palace yate,
His mither a golden chair did set.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.24
\N1 An was she maid or was she nane,
She sat in it till the day was dane.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.25
\N1 An she\'s calld on her bowr woman,
That waiting was her bowr within.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.26
\N1 `Five hundred pound, maid, I\'ll gi to the,
An sleep this night wi the king for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 5A.27
\N1 Whan bells was rung, an mass was sung,
An a\' man unto bed was gone,
\SBALLADS Child 5A.28
\N1 Gil Brenton an the bonny maid
Intill ae chamber they were laid.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.29
\N1 `O speak to me, blankets, an speak to me, sheets,
An speak to me, cods, that under me sleeps;
\SBALLADS Child 5A.30
\N1 `Is this a maid that I ha wedded?
Is this a maid that I ha bedded?'
\SBALLADS Child 5A.31
\N1 `It\'s nae a maid that you ha wedded,
But it\'s a maid that you ha bedded.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.32
\N1 `Your lady\'s in her bigly bowr,
An for you she drees mony sharp showr.'
\SBALLADS Child 5A.33
\N1 O he has taen him thro the ha,
And on his mither he did ca.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.34
\N1 `I am the most unhappy man
That ever was in christend lan.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.35
\N1 `I woo\'d a maiden meek an mild,
An I\'ve marryed a woman great wi child.'
\SBALLADS Child 5A.36
\N1 `O stay, my son, intill this ha,
An sport you wi your merry men a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.37
\N1 `An I\'ll gang to yon painted bowr,
An see how\'t fares wi yon base whore.'
\SBALLADS Child 5A.38
\N1 The auld queen she was stark an strang;
She gard the door f+lee aff the ban.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.39
\N1 The auld queen she was stark an steer;
She gard the door lye i the f+leer.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.40
\N1 `O is your bairn to laird or loon?
Or is it to your father\'s groom?'
\SBALLADS Child 5A.41
\N1 `My bairn\'s na to laird or loon,
Nor is it to my father\'s groom.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.42
\N1 `But hear me, mither, on my knee,
An my hard wierd I\'ll tell to thee.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.43
\N1 `O we were sisters, sisters seven,
We was the fairest under heaven.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.44
\N1 `We had nae mair for our seven years wark
But to shape an sue the king\'s son a sark.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.45
\N1 `O it fell on a Saturday\'s afternoon,
Whan a\' our langsome wark was dane,
\SBALLADS Child 5A.46
\N1 `We keist the cavils us amang,
To see which shoud to the greenwood gang.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.47
\N1 `Ohone, alas! for I was youngest,
An ay my wierd it was the hardest.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.48
\N1 `The cavil it did on me fa,
Which was the cause of a\' my wae.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.49
\N1 `For to the greenwood I must gae,
To pu the nut but an the slae;
\SBALLADS Child 5A.50
\N1 `To pu the red rose an the thyme,
To strew my mother\'s bowr and mine.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.51
\N1 `I had na pu\'d a f+lowr but ane,
Till by there came a jelly hind greeme,
\SBALLADS Child 5A.52
\N1 `Wi high-colld hose an laigh-colld shoone,
An he \'peard to be some kingis son.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.53
\N1 `An be I maid or be I nane,
\N1 He kept me there till the day was dane.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.54
\N1 `An be I maid or be I nae,
He kept me there till the close of day.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.55
\N1 `He gae me a lock of yallow hair,
An bade me keep it for ever mair.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.56
\N1 `He gae me a carket o gude black beads,
An bade me keep them against my needs.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.57
\N1 `He gae to me a gay gold ring,
An bade me ke<e>p it aboon a\' thing.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.58
\N1 `He gae to me a little pen-kniffe,
An bade me keep it as my life.'
\SBALLADS Child 5A.59
\N1 `What did you wi these tokens rare
That ye got frae that young man there?'
\SBALLADS Child 5A.60
\N1 `O bring that coffer hear to me,
And a\' the tokens ye sal see.'
\SBALLADS Child 5A.61
\N1 An ay she ranked, an ay she f+lang,
Till a\' the tokens came till her han.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.62
\N1 `O stay here, daughter, your bowr within,
Till I gae parley wi my son.'
\SBALLADS Child 5A.63
\N1 O she has taen her thro the ha,
An on her son began to ca.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.64
\N1 `What did you wi that gay gold ring
I bade you keep aboon a\' thing?
\SBALLADS Child 5A.65
\N1 `What did you wi that little pen-kniffe
I bade you keep while you had life?
\SBALLADS Child 5A.66
\N1 `What did you wi that yallow hair
I bade you keep for ever mair?
\SBALLADS Child 5A.67
\N1 `What did you wi that good black beeds
I bade you keep against your needs?'
\SBALLADS Child 5A.68
\N1 `I gae them to a lady gay
I met i the greenwood on a day.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.69
\N1 `An I would gi a\' my father\'s lan,
I had that lady my yates within.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.70
\N1 `I would gi a\' my ha\'s an towrs,
I had that bright burd i my bowrs.'
\SBALLADS Child 5A.71
\N1 `O son, keep still your father\'s lan;
You hae that lady your yates within.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.72
\N1 `An keep you still your ha\'s an towrs;
You hae that bright burd i your bowrs.'
\SBALLADS Child 5A.73
\N1 Now or a month was come an gone,
This lady bare a bonny young son.
\SBALLADS Child 5A.74
\N1 An it was well written on his breast-bane
`Gil brenton is my father\'s name.'
\LBALLADS Child 5B.1
\N1 COSPATRICK has sent oer the faem,
Cospatrick brought his ladye hame.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.2
\N1 And fourscore ships have come her wi,
The ladye by the grenewood tree.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.3
\N1 There were twal and twal wi baken bread,
And twal and twal wi gowd sae reid:
\SBALLADS Child 5B.4
\N1 And twal and twal wi bouted f+lour,
And twal and twal wi the paramour.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.5
\N1 Sweet Willy was a widow\'s son,
And at her stirrup he did run.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.6
\N1 And she was clad in the f+inest pall,
But aye she let the tears down fall.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.7
\N1 `O is your saddle set awrye?
Or rides your steed for you owre high?
\SBALLADS Child 5B.8
\N1 `Or are you mourning in your tide
That you suld be Cospatrick\'s bride?'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.9
\N1 `I am not mourning at this tide
That I suld be Cospatrick\'s bride;
\SBALLADS Child 5B.10
\N1 `But I am sorrowing in my mood
That I suld leave my mother good.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.11
\N1 `But, gentle boy, come tell to me,
What is the custom of thy countrye?'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.12
\N1 `The custom thereof, my dame,' he says,
`Will ill a gentle laydye please.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.13
\N1 `Seven king\'s daughters has our lord wedded,
And seven king\'s daughters has our lord bedded;
\SBALLADS Child 5B.14
\N1 `But he\'s cutted their breasts frae their breast bane,
And sent them mourning hame again.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.15
\N1 `Yet, gin you\'re sure that you\'re a maid,
Ye may gae safely to his bed;
\SBALLADS Child 5B.16
\N1 `But gif o that ye be na sure,
Then hire some damsell o your bour.'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.17
\N1 The ladye\'s calld her bour-maiden,
That waiting was into her train;
\SBALLADS Child 5B.18
\N1 `Five thousand merks I will gie thee,
To sleep this night with my lord for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.19
\N1 When bells were rung, and mass was sayne,
And a\' men unto bed were gane,
\SBALLADS Child 5B.20
\N1 Cospatrick and the bonny maid,
Into ae chamber they were laid.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.21
\N1 `Now, speak to me, blankets, and speak to me, bed,
And speak, thou sheet, inchanted web;
\SBALLADS Child 5B.22
\N1 `And speak up, my bonny brown sword, that winna lie,
Is this a true maiden that lies by me?'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.23
\N1 `It is not a maid that you hae wedded,
But it is a maid that you hae bedded.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.24
\N1 `It is a liel maiden that lies by thee,
But not the maiden that it should be.'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.25
\N1 O wrathfully he left the bed,
And wrathfully his claiths on did.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.26
\N1 And he has taen him thro the ha,
And on his mother he did ca.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.27
\N1 `I am the most unhappy man
That ever was in christen land!
\SBALLADS Child 5B.28
\N1 `I courted a maiden meik and mild,
And I hae gotten naething but a woman wi child.'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.29
\N1 `O stay, my son, into this ha,
And sport ye wi your merrymen a\';
\SBALLADS Child 5B.30
\N1 `And I will to the secret bour,
To see how it fares wi your paramour.'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.31
\N1 The carline she was stark and sture;
She aff the hinges dang the dure.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.32
\N1 `O is your bairn to laird or loun?
Or is it to your father\'s groom?'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.33
\N1 `O hear me, mother, on my knee,
Till my sad story I tell to thee.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.34
\N1 `O we were sisters, sisters seven,
We were the fairest under heaven.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.35
\N1 `It fell on a summer\'s afternoon,
When a\' our toilsome task was done,
\SBALLADS Child 5B.36
\N1 `We cast the kavils us amang,
To see which suld to the grene-wood gang.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.37
\N1 `O hon, alas! for I was youngest,
And aye my wierd it was the hardest.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.38
\N1 `The kavil it on me did fa,
Whilk was the cause of a\' my woe.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.39
\N1 `For to the grene-wood I maun gae,
To pu the red rose and the slae;
\SBALLADS Child 5B.40
\N1 `To pu the red rose and the thyme,
To deck my mother\'s bour and mine.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.41
\N1 `I hadna pu\'d a f+lower but ane,
When by there came a gallant hende,
\SBALLADS Child 5B.42
\N1 `Wi high-colld hose and laigh-colld shoon,
And he seemd to be sum king\'s son.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.43
\N1 `And be I maid or be I nae,
He kept me there till the close o day.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.44
\N1 `And be I maid or be I nane,
He kept me there till the day was done.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.45
\N1 `He gae me a lock o his yellow hair,
And bade me keep it ever mair.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.46
\N1 `He gae me a carknet o bonny beads,
And bade me keep it against my needs.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.47
\N1 `He gae to me a gay gold ring,
And bade me keep it abune a\' thing.'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.48
\N1 `What did ye wi the tokens rare
That ye gat frae theat gallant there?'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.49
\N1 `O bring that coffer unto me,
And a\' the tokens ye sall see.'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.50
\N1 `Now stay, daughter, your bour within,
While I gae parley wi my son.'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.51
\N1 O she has taen her thro the ha,
And on her son began to ca.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.52
\N1 `What did you wi the bonny beads
I bade ye keep against your needs?
\SBALLADS Child 5B.53
\N1 `What did you wi the gay gowd ring
I bade ye keep abune a\' thing?'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.54
\N1 `I gae them a\' to a ladye gay
I met in grene-wood on a day.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.55
\N1 `But I wad gie a\' my halls and tours,
I had that ladye within my bours.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.56
\N1 `But I wad gie my very life,
I had that ladye to my wife.'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.57
\N1 `Now keep, my son, your ha\'s and tours;
Ye have that bright burd in your bours.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.58
\N1 `And keep, my son, your very life;
Ye have that ladye to your wife.'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.59
\N1 Now or a month was cum and gane,
The ladye bore a bonny son.
\SBALLADS Child 5B.60
\N1 And \'twas weel written on his breast-bane,
`Cospatrick is my father\'s name.'
\SBALLADS Child 5B.61
\N1 `O rowe my ladye in satin and silk,
And wash my son in the morning milk.'
\LBALLADS Child 5C.1
\N1 WE were sisters, we were seven,
We were the fairest under heaven.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.2
\N1 And it was a\' our seven years wark
To sew our father\'s seven sarks.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.3
\N1 And whan our seven years wark was done,
We laid it out upo the green.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.4
\N1 We coost the lotties us amang,
Wha wad to the greenwood gang.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.5
\N1 To pu the lily but and the rose,
To strew witha\' our sisters\' bowers.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.6
\N1 . . . . . I was youngest,
. . . . . my weer was hardest.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.7
\N1 And to the greenwood I bud gae,
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 5C.8
\N1 There I met a handsome childe,
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 5C.9
\N1 High-coled stockings and laigh-coled shoon,
He bore him like a king\'s son.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.10
\N1 An was I weel, or was I wae,
He keepit me a\' the simmer day.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.11
\N1 An though I for my hame-gaun sich<t],
He keepit me a\' the simmer night.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.12
\N1 He gae to me a gay gold ring,
And bade me keep it aboon a\' thing.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.13
\N1 He gae to me a cuttie knife,
And bade me keep it as my life:
\SBALLADS Child 5C.14
\N1 Three lauchters o his yellow hair,
For fear we wad neer meet mair.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 5C.15
\N1 Next there came shippes three,
To carry a\' my bridal fee.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.16
\N1 Gowd were the beaks, the sails were silk,
Wrought wi maids\' hands like milk.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.17
\N1 They came toom and light to me,
But heavie went they waie frae me.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.18
They were fu o baken bread,
They were fu of wine sae red.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.19
\N1 My dowry went a\' by the sea,
But I gaed by the grenewode tree.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.20
\N1 An I sighed and made great mane,
As thro the grenewode we rade our lane.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.21
\N1 An I ay siched an wiped my ee,
That eer the grenewode I did see.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.22
\N1 `Is there water in your glove,
Or win into your shoe?
O<r] am I oer low a foot-page
To rin by you, ladie?'
\SBALLADS Child 5C.23
\N1 `O there\'s nae water in my glove,
Nor win into my shoe;
But I am maning for my mither
Wha\'s far awa frae me.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 5C.24
\N1 `Gin ye be a maiden fair,
Meikle gude ye will get there.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.25
\N1 `If ye be a maiden but,
Meikle sorrow will ye get.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.26
\N1 `For seven king\'s daughters he hath wedded,
But never wi ane o them has bedded.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.27
\N1 `He cuts the breasts frae their breast-bane,
An sends them back unto their dame.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.28
\N1 `He sets their backs unto the saddle,
An sends them back unto their father.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.29
\N1 `But be ye maiden or be ye nane,
To the gowden chair ye draw right soon.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.30
\N1 `But be ye leman or be ye maiden,
Sit nae down till ye be bidden.'
\SBALLADS Child 5C.31
\N1 Was she maiden or was she nane,
To the gowden chair she drew right soon.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.32
Was she leman or was she maiden,
She sat down ere she was bidden.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.33
\N1 Out then spake the lord\'s mother;
Says, `This is not a maiden fair.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.34
\N1 `In that chair nae leal maiden
Eer sits down till they be bidden.'
\SBALLADS Child 5C.35
\N1 The Billie Blin then outspake he,
As he stood by the fair ladie.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.36
\N1 `The bonnie may is tired wi riding,
Gaurd her sit down ere she was bidden.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 5C.37
\N1 But on her waiting-maid she ca\'d:
`Fair ladie, what\'s your will wi me?'
`O ye maun gie yere maidenheid
This night to an unco lord for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 5C.38
\N1 `I hae been east, I hae been west,
I hae been far beyond the sea,
But ay, by grenewode or by bower,
I hae keepit my virginitie.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.39
\N1 `But will it for my ladie plead,
I\'ll gie\'t this night to an unco lord.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 5C.40
\N1 When bells were rung an vespers sung,
An men in sleep were locked soun,
\SBALLADS Child 5C.41
\N1 Childe Branton and the waiting-maid
Into the bridal bed were laid.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.42
\N1 `O lie thee down, my fair ladie,
Here are a\' things meet for thee;
\SBALLADS Child 5C.43
\N1 `Here\'s a bolster for yere head,
Here is sheets an comelie weids.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 5C.44
\N1 `Now tell to me, ye Billie Blin,
If this fair dame be a leal maiden.'
\SBALLADS Child 5C.45
\N1 `I wat she is as leal a wight
As the moon shines on in a simmer night.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.46
\N1 `I wat she is as leal a may
As the sun shines on in a simmer day.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.47
\N1 `But your bonnie bride\'s in her bower,
Dreeing the mither\'s trying hour.'
\SBALLADS Child 5C.48
\N1 Then out o his bridal bed he sprang,
An into his mither\'s bower he ran.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.49
\N1 `O mither kind, O mither dear,
This is nae a maiden fair.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.50
\N1 `The maiden I took to my bride
Has a bairn atween her sides.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.51
\N1 `The maiden I took to my bower
Is dreeing the mither\'s trying hour.'
\SBALLADS Child 5C.52
\N1 Then to the chamber his mother f+lew,
And to the wa the door she threw.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.53
\N1 She stapt at neither bolt nor ban,
Till to that ladie\'s bed she wan.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.54
\N1 Says, `Ladie fair, sae meek an mild,
Wha is the father o yere child?'
\SBALLADS Child 5C.55
\N1 `O mither dear,' said that ladie,
`I canna tell gif I sud die.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.56
\N1 `We were sisters, we were seven,
We were the fairest under heaven.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.57
\N1 `And it was a\' our seven years wark
To sew our father\'s seven sarks.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.58
\N1 `And whan our seven years wark was done,
We laid it out upon the green.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.59
\N1 `We coost the lotties us amang,
Wha wad to the greenwode gang;
\SBALLADS Child 5C.60
\N1 `To pu the lily but an the rose,
To strew witha\' our sisters\' bowers.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.61
\N1 . . . . . `I was youngest,
. . . . . my weer was hardest.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.62
\N1 `And to the greenwode I bu<d] gae.
. . . .
\SBALLADS Child 5C.63
\N1 `There I met a handsome childe,
. . . .
\SBALLADS Child 5C.64
\N1 `Wi laigh-coled stockings and high-coled shoon,
He seemed to be some king\'s son.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.65
\N1 `And was I weel or was I wae,
He keepit me a\' the simmer day.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.66
\N1 `Though for my hame-gaun I oft sicht,
He keepit me a\' the simmer night.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.67
\N1 `He gae to me a gay gold ring,
An bade me keep it aboon a\' thing;
\SBALLADS Child 5C.68
\N1 `Three lauchters o he yellow hair,
For fear that we suld neer meet mair.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.69
\N1 `O mither, if ye\'ll believe nae me,
Break up the coffer, an there ye\'ll see.'
\SBALLADS Child 5C.70
\N1 An ay she coost, an ay she f+lang,
Till her ain gowd ring came in her hand.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.71
\N1 And scarce aught i the coffer she left,
Till she gat the knife wi the siller heft,
\SBALLADS Child 5C.72
\N1 Three lauchters o his yellow hair,
Knotted wi ribbons dink and rare.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.73
\N1 She cried to her son, `Where is the ring
Your father gave me at our wooing,
An I gae you at your hunting?
\SBALLADS Child 5C.74
\N1 `What did ye wi the cuttie knife,
I bade ye keep it as yere life?'
\SBALLADS Child 5C.75
\N1 `O haud yere tongue, my mither dear;
I gae them to a lady fair.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.76
\N1 `I wad gie a\' my lands and rents,
I had that ladie within my brents.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.77
\N1 `I wad gie a\' my lands an towers,
I had that ladie within my bowers.'
\SBALLADS Child 5C.78
\N1 `Keep still yere lands, keep still yere rents;
Ye hae that ladie within yere brents.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.79
\N1 `Keep still yere lands, keep still yere towers;
Ye hae that lady within your bowers.'
\SBALLADS Child 5C.80
\N1 Then to his ladie fast ran he,
An low he kneeled on his knee.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.81
\N1 `O tauk ye up my son,' said he,
`An, mither, tent my fair ladie.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.82
\N1 `O wash him purely i the milk,
And lay him saftly in the silk.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.83
\N1 `An ye maun bed her very soft,
For I maun kiss her wondrous oft.'
\SBALLADS Child 5C.84
\N1 It was weel written on his breast-bane
Childe Branton was the father\'s name.
\SBALLADS Child 5C.85
\N1 It was weel written on his right hand
He was the heir o his daddie\'s land.
\LBALLADS Child 5D.1
\N1 WE were sisters, sisters seven,
\SBALLADS Child 5D.1r
\N1 Bowing down, bowing down
\SBALLADS Child 5D.1
\N2 The fairest women under heaven.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.1r
\N2 And aye the birks a-bowing
\SBALLADS Child 5D.2
\N1 They kiest kevels them amang,
Wha woud to the grenewood gang.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.3
\N1 The kevels they gied thro the ha,
And on the youngest it did fa.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.4
\N1 Now she must to the grenewood gang,
To pu the nuts in grenewood hang.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.5
\N1 She hadna tarried an hour but ane
Till she met wi a highlan groom.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.6
\N1 He keeped her sae late and lang
Till the evening set and birds they sang.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.7
\N1 He gae to her at their parting
A chain o gold and gay gold ring;
\SBALLADS Child 5D.8
\N1 And three locks o his yellow hair;
Bade her keep them for evermair.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.9
\N1 When six lang months were come and gane.
A courtier to this lady came.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.10
\N1 Lord Dingwall courted this lady gay,
And so he set their wedding-day.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.11
\N1 A little boy to the ha was sent,
To bring her horse was his intent.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.12
\N1 As she was riding the way along,
She began to make a heavy moan.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.13
\N1 `What ails you, lady,' the boy said,
`That ye seem sae dissatisf+ied?
\SBALLADS Child 5D.14
\N1 `Are the bridle reins for you too strong?
Or the stirrups for you too long?'
\SBALLADS Child 5D.15
\N1 `But, little boy, will ye tell me
The fashions that are in your countrie?'
\SBALLADS Child 5D.16
\N1 `The fashions in our ha I\'ll tell,
And o them a\' I\'ll warn you well.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.17
\N1 `When ye come in upon the f+loor,
His mither will meet you wi a golden chair.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.18
\N1 `But be ye maid or be ye nane,
Unto the high seat make ye boun.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.19
\N1 `Lord Dingwall aft has been beguild
By girls whom young men hae def+iled.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.20
\N1 `He\'s cutted the paps frae their breast-bane,
And sent them back to their ain hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 5D.21
\N1 When she came in upon the f+loor,
His mother met her wi a golden chair.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.22
\N1 But to the high seat she made her boun:
She knew that maiden she was nane.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.23
\N1 When night was come, they went to bed,
And ower her breast his arm he laid.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.24
\N1 He quickly jumped upon the f+loor,
And said, `I\'ve got a vile rank whore.'
\SBALLADS Child 5D.25
\N1 Unto his mother he made his moan,
Says, `Mother dear, I am undone.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.26
\N1 `Ye\'ve aft tald, when I brought them hame,
Whether they were maid or nane.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.27
\N1 `I thought I\'d gotten a maiden bright;
I\'ve gotten but a waefu wight.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.28
\N1 `I thought I\'d gotten  a maiden clear,
But gotten but a vile rank whore.'
\SBALLADS Child 5D.29
\N1 `When she came in upon the f+loor,
I met her wi a golden chair.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.30
\N1 `But to the high seat she made her boun,
Because a maiden she was nane.'
\SBALLADS Child 5D.31
\N1 `I wonder wha\'s tauld that gay ladie
The fashion into our countrie.'
\SBALLADS Child 5D.32
\N1 `It is your little boy I blame,
Whom ye did send to bring her hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 5D.33
\N1 Then to the lady she did go,
And said, `O Lady, let me know
\SBALLADS Child 5D.34
\N1 `Who has def+iled your fair bodie:
Ye\'re the f+irst that has beguiled me.'
\SBALLADS Child 5D.35
\N1 `O we were sisters, sisters seven,
The fairest women under heaven.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.36
\N1 `And we kiest kevels us amang,
Wha woud to the grenewood gang;
\SBALLADS Child 5D.37
\N1 `For to pu the f+inest f+lowers,
To put around our summer bowers.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.38
\N1 `I was the youngest o them a\';
The hardest fortune did me befa.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.39
\N1 `Unto the grenewood I did gang,
And pu\'d the nuts as they down hang.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.40
\N1 `I hadna stayd an hour but ane
Till I met wi a highlan groom.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.41
\N1 `He keeped me sae late and lang
Till the evening set and birds they sang.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.42
\N1 `He gae to me at our parting
A chain of gold and gay gold ring;
\SBALLADS Child 5D.43
\N1 `And three locks o his yellow hair;
Bade me keep them for evermair.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.44
\N1 `Then for to show I make nae lie,
Look ye my trunk, and ye will see.'
\SBALLADS Child 5D.45
\N1 Unto the trunk then she did go,
To see if that were true or no.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.46
\N1 And aye she sought, and aye she f+lang,
Till these four things came to her hand.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.47
\N1 Then she did to her ain son go,
And said, `My son, ye\'ll let me know,
\SBALLADS Child 5D.48
\N1 `Ye will tell to me this thing:
What did you wi my wedding-ring?'
\SBALLADS Child 5D.49
\N1 `Mother dear, I\'ll tell nae lie:
I gave it to a gay ladie.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.50
\N1 `I would gie a\' my ha\'s and towers,
I had this bird within my bowers.'
\SBALLADS Child 5D.51
\N1 `Keep well, keep well your lands and strands;
Ye hae that bird within your hands.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.52
\N1 `Now, my son, to your bower ye\'ll go:
Comfort your ladie, she\'s full o woe.'
\SBALLADS Child 5D.53
\N1 Now when nine months were come and gane,
The lady she brought hame a son.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.54
\N1 It was written on his breast-bane
Lord Dingwall was his father\'s name.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.55
\N1 He\'s taen his young son in his arms,
And aye he praisd his lovely charms.
\SBALLADS Child 5D.56
\N1 And he has gien him kisses three,
And doubled them ower to his ladie.
\LBALLADS Child 5E.1
\N1 LORD BENWALL he\'s a hunting gone;
\SBALLADS Child 5E.1r
\N1 Hey down, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.1
\N2 He\'s taken with him all his merry men.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.1r
\N1 Hey, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.2
\N1 As he was walking late alone,
He spyed a lady both brisk and young.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.3
\N1 He keeped her so long and long,
From the evening late till the morning came.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.4
\N1 All that he gave her at their parting
Was a pair of gloves and a gay gold ring.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.5
\N1 Lord Benwall he\'s a wooing gone,
And he\'s taken with him all his merry men.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.6
\N1 As he was walking the Haleigh throw,
He spy\'d seven ladyes all in a row.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.7
\N1 He cast a lot among them all;
Upon the youngest the lot did fall.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.8
\N1 He wedded her and brought her home,
And by the way she made great moan.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.9
\N1 `What aileth my dearest and dayly f+lower?
What ails my dear, to make such moan?
\SBALLADS Child 5E.10
\N1 `Does the steed carry you too high?
Or does thy pillow sit awry?
\SBALLADS Child 5E.11
\N1 `Or does the wind blow in thy glove?
Or is thy heart after another love?'
\SBALLADS Child 5E.12
\N1 `The steed does not carry me too high,
Nor does my pillow sit awry.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.13
\N1 `Nor does the wind blow in my glove,
Nor is my heart after another love.'
\SBALLADS Child 5E.14
\N1 When they were doun to supper set,
The weary pain took her by the back.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.15
\N1 `What ails my dearest and dayly f+lower?
What ails my dearest, to make such moan?'
\SBALLADS Child 5E.16
\N1 `I am with child, and it\'s not to thee,
And oh and alas, what shall I doe!'
\SBALLADS Child 5E.17
\N1 `I thought I had got a maid so mild;
But I have got a woman big with child.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.18
\N1 `I thought I had got a dayly f+lower;
I have gotten but a common whore.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 5E.19
\N1 `Rise up, Lord Benwall, go to your hall,
And cherrish up your merry men all.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 5E.20
\N1 `As I was walking once late alone,
I spy\'d a lord, both brisk and young.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.21
\N1 `He keeped me so long and long,
From evening late till the morning came.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.22
\N1 `All that he gave me at our parting
Was a pair of gloves and a gay gold ring.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.23
\N1 `If you will not believe what I tell to thee,
There\'s the key of my coffer, you may go and see.'
\SBALLADS Child 5E.24
\N1 His mother went, and threw and f+lang,
Till to her hand the ring it came.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.25
\N1 `Lord Benwall, wilt thou tell to me
Where is the ring I gave to thee?'
\SBALLADS Child 5E.26
\N1 `Now I would give all my lands and tower,
To have that lady in my bower.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.27
\N1 `I would give all my lands and rents,
To have that lady in my tents.'
\SBALLADS Child 5E.28
\N1 `You need not give all your lands and tower,
For you have that lady in your power.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.29
\N1 `You need not give all your lands and rents,
For you have that lady in your tents.'
\SBALLADS Child 5E.30
\N1 Now it was written on the child\'s breast-bone
Lord Benwall\'s sirname and his name.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.31
\N1 It was written on the child\'s right hand
That he should be heir of Lord Benwall\'s land.
\SBALLADS Child 5E.32
\N1 `Canst cloath my lady in the silk,
And feed my young son with the milk.'
\LBALLADS Child 5F.1
\N1 THERE were three sisters in a bouir,
\SBALLADS Child 5F.1r
\N1 Eh down and Oh down
\SBALLADS Child 5F.1
\N2 And the youngest o them was the fairest f+lour.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.1r
\N2 Eh down and O down
\SBALLADS Child 5F.2
\N1 And we began our seven years wark,
To sew our brither John a sark.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.3
\N1 When seven years was come and gane,
There was nae a sleeve in it but ane.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.4
\N1 But we coost kevils us amang
Wha wud to the green-wood gang.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.5
\N1 But tho we had coosten neer sae lang,
The lot it fell on me aye to gang.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.6
\N1 I was the youngest, and I was the fairest,
And alace! my wierd it was aye the sairest.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.7
\N1 . . .
Till I had to the woods to gae.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.8
\N1 To pull the cherrie and the slae,
And to seek our ae brither, we had nae mae.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.9
\N1 But as I was walking the leas o Lyne,
I met a youth gallant and f+ine;
\SBALLADS Child 5F.10
\N1 Wi milk white stockings and coal black shoon;
He seemed to be some gay lord\'s son.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.11
\N1 But he keepit me there sae lang, sae lang,
Till the maids in the morning were singing their sang.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.12
\N1 Would I wee or would I way,
He keepit me the lang simmer day.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.13
\N1 Would I way or would I wight,
He keepit me the simmer night.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.14
\N1 But guess what was at our parting?
A pair o grass green gloves and a gay gold ring.
ring.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.15
\N1 He gave me three plaits o his yellow hair,
In token that we might meet mair.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.16
\N1 But when nine months were come and gane,
This gallant lord cam back again.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.17
\N1 He\'s wed this lady, and taen her wi him;
But as they were riding the leas o Lyne,
\SBALLADS Child 5F.18
\N1 This lady was not able to ride,
. . .
\SBALLADS Child 5F.19
\N1 `O does thy saddle set thee aside?
Or does thy steed ony wrang way ride?
\SBALLADS Child 5F.20
\N1 `Or thinkst thou me too low a groom?
. . .
\SBALLADS Child 5F.21
\N1 `Or hast thou musing in thy mind
For the leaving of thy mother kind?'
\SBALLADS Child 5F.22
\N1 `My saddle it sets not me aside,
Nor does my steed ony wrang way ride.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.23
\N1 `Nor think I thee too low a groom
. . .
\SBALLADS Child 5F.24
\N1 `But I hae musing in my mind
For the leaving of my mother kind.'
\SBALLADS Child 5F.25
\N1 `I\'ll bring thee to a mother of mine,
As good a mother as eer was thine.'
\SBALLADS Child 5F.26
\N1 `A better mother she may be,
But an unco woman she\'ll prove to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 5F.27
\N1 But when lords and ladies at supper sat,
Her pains they struck her in the back.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.28
\N1 When lords and ladies were laid in bed,
Her pains they struck her in the side.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.29
\N1 `Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Brangwill,
For I\'m wi child and you do not know\'t.'
\SBALLADS Child 5F.30
\N1 He took up his foot and gave her sic a bang
Till owre the bed the red blood sprang.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.31
\N1 He is up to his mother\'s ha,
Calling her as hard as he could ca.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.32
\N1 `I went through moss and I went through mure,
Thinking to get some lily f+louir.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.33
\N1 . . .
`But to my house I have brocht a hure.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.34
\N1 `I thocht to have got a lady baith meek and mild,
But I\'ve got a woman that\'s big wi child.'
\SBALLADS Child 5F.35
\N1 `O rest you here, Lord Brangwill,' she said,
`Till I relieve your lady that lyes so low.'
\SBALLADS Child 5F.36
\N1 `O daughter dear, will you tell to me
Who is the father of your babie?'
\SBALLADS Child 5F.37
\N1 `Yes, mother dear, I will tell thee
Who is the father of my babie.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.38
\N1 `As I was  walking the leas o Lyne,
I met a youth gallant and f+ine;
\SBALLADS Child 5F.39
`With milk-white stockings and coal-black shoon;
He seemed to be sum gay lord\'s son.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.40
\N1 `He keepit me sae lang, sae lang,
Till the maids in the morning were singing their sang.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.41
\N1 `Would I wee or would I way,
He keepit me the lang simmer day.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.42
\N1 `Would I way or would I wight,
He keepit me the simmer night.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.43
\N1 `But guess ye what was at our parting?
A pair of grass green gloves and a gay gold ring.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.44
\N1 `He gave me three plaits o his yellow hair,
In token that we might meet mair.'
\SBALLADS Child 5F.45
\N1 `O dochter dear, will ye show me
These tokens that he gave to thee?'
\SBALLADS Child 5F.46
\N1 `Altho my back should break in three,
Unto my coffer I must be.'
\SBALLADS Child 5F.47
\N1 `Thy back it shall not break in three,
For I\'ll bring thy coffer to thy knee.'
\SBALLADS Child 5F.48
\N1 Aye she coost, and aye she f+lang,
Till these three tokens came to her hand.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.49
\N1 Then she is up to her sons\'s ha,
Calling him hard as she could ca.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.50
\N1 `O son, O son, will you tell me
. . .
\SBALLADS Child 5F.51
\N1 `What ye did wi the grass green gloves and gay gold ring
That ye gat at your own birth-een?'
\SBALLADS Child 5F.52
\N1 `I gave them to as pretty a may
As ever I saw in a simmer day.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.53
\N1 `I wud rather than a\' my lands sae broad
That I had her as sure as eer I had.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.54
\N1 `I would rather than a\' my lands sae free
I had her here this night wi me.'
\SBALLADS Child 5F.55
\N1 `I wish you good o your lands sae broad,
For ye have her as sure as eer ye had.
\SBALLADS Child 5F.56
\N1 `I wish ye good o your lands sae free,
For ye have her here this night wi thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 5F.57
\N1 `Gar wash my auld son in the milk,
Gar deck my lady\'s bed wi silk.'
\SBALLADS Child 5F.58
\N1 He gave his auld son kisses three,
But he doubled them a\' to his gay ladye.
\LBALLADS Child 5G.1
\N1 AS Bothwell was walking in the lowlands alane,
\SBALLADS Child 5G.1r
\N1 Hey down and a down
\SBALLADS Child 5G.1
\N2 He met six ladies sae gallant and f+ine.
\SBALLADS Child 5G.1r
\N2 Hey down and a down
\SBALLADS Child 5G.2
\N1 He cast his lot among them a\',
And on the youngest his lot did fa.
\SBALLADS Child 5G.3
\N1 He\'s brought her frae her mother\'s bower,
Unto his strongest castle and tower.
\SBALLADS Child 5G.4
\N1 But ay she cried and made great moan,
And ay the tear came trickling down.
\SBALLADS Child 5G.5
\N1 `Come up, come up,' said the foremost man,
`I think our bride comes slowly on.'
\SBALLADS Child 5G.6
\N1 `O lady, sits your saddle awry,
Or is your steed for you owre high?'
\SBALLADS Child 5G.7
\N1 `My saddle is not set awry,
Nor carries me my steed owre high;
\SBALLADS Child 5G.8
\N1 `But I am weary of my life,
Since I maun be Lord Bothwell\'s wife.'
\SBALLADS Child 5G.9
\N1 He\'s blawn his horn sae sharp and shrill,
Up start the deer on evry hill.
\SBALLADS Child 5G.10
\N1 He\'s blawn his horn sae lang and loud,
Up start the deer in gude green-wood.
\SBALLADS Child 5G.11
\N1 His lady mother lookit owre the castle wa,
And she saw them riding ane and a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 5G.12
\N1 She\'s calld upon her maids by seven,
To mak his bed baith saft and even.
\SBALLADS Child 5G.13
\N1 She\'s calld upon her cooks by nine,
To make their dinner fair and f+ine.
\SBALLADS Child 5G.14
\N1 When day was gane, and night was come,
`What ails my love on me to frown?
\SBALLADS Child 5G.15
\N1 `Or does the wind blow in your glove?
Or runs your mind on another love?'
\SBALLADS Child 5G.16
\N1 `Nor blows the wind within my glove,
Nor runs my mind on another love;
\SBALLADS Child 5G.17
\N1 `But I nor maid nor maiden am,
For I\'m wi bairn to another man.'
\SBALLADS Child 5G.18
\N1 `I thought I\'d a maiden sae meek and sae mild,
But I\'ve nought but a woman wi child.'
\SBALLADS Child 5G.19
\N1 His mother\'s taen her up to a tower,
And lockit her in her secret bower.
\SBALLADS Child 5G.20
\N1 `Now, doughter mine, come tell to me,
Wha\'s bairn this is that you are wi.'
\SBALLADS Child 5G.21
\N1 `O mother dear, I canna learn
Wha is the faither of my bairn.
\SBALLADS Child 5G.22
\N1 `But as I walkd in the lowlands my lane,
I met a gentleman gallant and f+ine.
\SBALLADS Child 5G.23
\N1 `He keepit me there sae late and sae lang,
Frae the evning late till the morning dawn.
\SBALLADS Child 5G.24
\N1 `And a\' that he gied me to my propine
Was a pair of green gloves and a gay gold ring;
\SBALLADS Child 5G.25
\N1 `Three lauchters of his yellow hair,
In case that we shoud meet nae mair.'
\SBALLADS Child 5G.26
\N1 His lady mother went down the stair:
. . .
\SBALLADS Child 5G.27
\N1 `Now son, now son, come tell to me,
Where\'s the green gloves I gave to thee?'
\SBALLADS Child 5G.28
\N1 `I gied to a lady sae fair and so f+ine
The green gloves and a gay gold ring.
\SBALLADS Child 5G.29
\N1 `But I wad gie my castles and towers,
I had that lady within my bowers.
\SBALLADS Child 5G.30
\N1 `But I wad gie my very life,
I had that lady to be my wife.'
\SBALLADS Child 5G.31
\N1 `Now keep, now keep your castles and towers,
You have that lady within your bowers.
\SBALLADS Child 5G.32
\N1 `Now keep, now keep your very life,
You have that lady to be your wife.'
\SBALLADS Child 5G.33
\N1 `O row my lady in sattin and silk,
And wash my son in the morning milk.'
\LBALLADS Child 5H.1
\N1 WE were seven sisters in a bower,
\SBALLADS Child 5H.1r
\N1 Adown adown, and adown and adown
\SBALLADS Child 5H.1
\N2 The f+lower of a\' fair Scotland ower.
\SBALLADS Child 5H.1r
\N2 Adown adown, and adown and adown
\SBALLADS Child 5H.2
\N1 We were sisters, sisters seven,
The fairest women under heaven.
\SBALLADS Child 5H.3
\N1 There fell a dispute us amang,
Wha would to the greenwood gang.
\SBALLADS Child 5H.4
\N1 They kiest the kevels them amang,
O wha would to the greenwood gang.
\SBALLADS Child 5H.5
\N1 The kevels they gied thro the ha,
And on the youngest it did fa.
\SBALLADS Child 5H.6
\N1 The kevel fell into her hand,
To greenwood she was forced to gang.
\SBALLADS Child 5H.7
\N1 She hedna pued a f+lower but ane,
When by there came an earl\'s son.
\SBALLADS Child 5H.8
\N1 `And was he well or was he wae,
He keepet me that summer\'s day.'
\SBALLADS Child 5H.9
\N1 And was he weel or was he weight,
He keepet her that summer\'s night.
\SBALLADS Child 5H.10
\N1 And he gave her a gay goud ring
His mother got at her wedding.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 5H.11
\N1 `Oh is yer stirrup set too high?
Or is your saddle set awry?
\SBALLADS Child 5H.12
\N1 `Oh is yer stirrup set too side?
Or what\'s the reason ye canna ride?'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 5H.13
\N1 When all were at the table set,
Then not a bit could this lady eat.
\SBALLADS Child 5H.14
\N1 When all made merry at the feast,
This lady wished she were at her rest.
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 6A.1
\N1 WILLIE has taen him oer the fame,
He\'s woo\'d a wife and brought her hame.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.2
\N1 He\'s woo\'d her for her yellow hair,
But his mother wrought her mickle care.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.3
\N1 And mickle dolour gard her dree,
For lighter she can never be.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.4
\N1 But in her bower she sits wi pain,
And Willie mourns oer her in vain.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.5
\N1 And to his mother he has gone,
That vile rank witch of vilest kind.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.6
\N1 He says: `My ladie has a cup,
Wi gowd and silver set about.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.7
\N1 `This goodlie gift shall be your ain,
And let her be lighter o her young bairn.'
\SBALLADS Child 6A.8
\N1 `Of her young bairn she\'ll neer be lighter,
Nor in her bower to shine the brighter.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.9
\N1 `But she shall die and turn to clay,
And you shall wed another may.'
\SBALLADS Child 6A.10
\N1 `Another may I\'ll never wed,
Another may I\'ll neer bring home.'
\SBALLADS Child 6A.11
\N1 But sighing says that weary wight,
`I wish my life were at an end.'
\SBALLADS Child 6A.12
\N1 `Ye doe [ye] unto your mother again,
That vile rank witch of vilest kind.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.13
\N1 `And say your ladie has a steed,
The like o\'m\'s no in the lands of Leed.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.14
\N1 `For he [i>s golden shod before,
And he [i>s golden shod behind.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.15
\N1 `And at ilka tet of that horse\'s main,
There\'s a golden chess and a bell ringing.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.16
\N1 `This goodlie gift shall be your ain,
And let me be lighter of my young bairn.'
\SBALLADS Child 6A.17
\N1 `O her young bairn she\'ll neer be lighter,
Nor in her bower to shine the brighter.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.18
\N1 `But she shall die and turn to clay,
And ye shall wed another may.'
\SBALLADS Child 6A.19
\N1 `Another may I<\'ll] never wed,
Another may I<\'ll] neer bring hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 6A.20
\N1 But sighing said that weary wight,
`I wish my life were at an end.'
\SBALLADS Child 6A.21
\N1 `Ye doe [ye] unto your mother again,
That vile rank witch of vilest kind.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.22
\N1 `And say your ladie has a girdle,
It\'s red gowd unto the middle.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.23
\N1 `And ay at every silver hem,
Hangs f+ifty silver bells and ten.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.24
\N1 `That goodlie gift has be her ain,
And let me be lighter of my young bairn.'
\SBALLADS Child 6A.25
\N1 `O her young bairn she\'s neer be lighter,
Nor in her bower to shine the brighter.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.26
\N1 `But she shall die and turn to clay,
And you shall wed another may.'
\SBALLADS Child 6A.27
\N1 `Another may I\'ll never wed,
Another may I\'ll neer bring hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 6A.28
\N1 But sighing says that weary wight,
`I wish my life were at an end.'
\SBALLADS Child 6A.29
\N1 Then out and spake the Belly Blind;
He spake aye in good time.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.30
\N1 `Ye doe ye to the market place,
And there ye buy a loaf o wax.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.31
\N1 `Ye shape it bairn and bairnly like,
And in twa glassen een ye pit;
\SBALLADS Child 6A.32
\N1 `And bid her come to your boy\'s christening;
Then notice weel what she shall do.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.33
\N1 `And do you stand a little fore bye,
And listen weel what she shall say.'
\SBALLADS Child 6A.34
\N1 `Oh wha has loosed the nine witch knots
That was amo that ladie\'s locks?
\SBALLADS Child 6A.35
\N1 `And wha has taen out the kaims of care
That hangs amo that ladie\'s hair?
\SBALLADS Child 6A.36
\N1 `And wha\'s taen down the bush o woodbine
That hang atween her bower and mine?
\SBALLADS Child 6A.37
\N1 `And wha has killd the master kid
That ran beneath that ladie\'s bed?
\SBALLADS Child 6A.38
\N1 `And wha has loosed her left-foot shee,
And lotten that ladie lighter be?'
\SBALLADS Child 6A.39
\N1 O Willie has loosed the nine witch knots
That was amo that ladie\'s locks.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.40
\N1 And Willie\'s taen out the kaims o care
That hang amo that ladie\'s hair.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.41
\N1 And Willie\'s taen down the bush o woodbine
That hang atween her bower and thine.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.42
\N1 And Willie has killed the master kid
That ran beneath that ladie\'s bed.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.43
\N1 And Willie has loosed her left-foot shee,
And letten his ladie lighter be.
\SBALLADS Child 6A.44
\N1 And now he\'s gotten a bonny young son,
And mickle grace be him upon.
\LBALLADS Child 7A.1
\N1 OH did ye ever hear o brave Earl Bran?
\SBALLADS Child 7A.1r
\N1 Ay lally, o lilly lally
\SBALLADS Child 7A.1
\N2 He courted the king\'s daughter of fair England.
\SBALLADS Child 7A.1r
\N2 All i the night sae early
\SBALLADS Child 7A.2
\N1 She was scarcely f+ifteen years of age
Till sae boldly she came to his bedside.
\SBALLADS Child 7A.3
\N1 `O Earl Bran, fain wad I see
A pack of hounds let loose on the lea.'
\SBALLADS Child 7A.4
\N1 `O lady, I have no steeds but one,
And thou shalt ride, and I will run.'
\SBALLADS Child 7A.5
\N1 `O Earl Bran, my father has two,
And thou shall have the best o them a.'
\SBALLADS Child 7A.6
\N1 They have ridden oer moss and moor,
And they met neither rich nor poor.
\SBALLADS Child 7A.7
\N1 Until they met with old Carl Hood;
He comes for ill, but never for good.
\SBALLADS Child 7A.8
\N1 `Earl Bran, if ye love me,
Seize this old carl, and gar him die.'
\SBALLADS Child 7A.9
\N1 `O lady fair, it wad be sair,
To slay an old man that has grey hair.
\SBALLADS Child 7A.10
\N1 `O lady fair, I\'ll no do sae;
I\'ll gie him a pound, and let him gae.'
\SBALLADS Child 7A.11
\N1 `O where hae ye ridden this lee lang day?
Or where hae ye stolen this lady away?'
\SBALLADS Child 7A.12
\N1 `I have not ridden this lee lang day.
Nor yet have I stolen this lady away.
\SBALLADS Child 7A.13
\N1 `She is my only, my sick sister,
Whom I have brought from Winchester.'
\SBALLADS Child 7A.14
\N1 `If she be sick, and like to dead,
Why wears she the ribbon sae red?
\SBALLADS Child 7A.15
\N1 `If she be sick, and like to die,
Then why wears she the gold on high?'
\SBALLADS Child 7A.16
\N1 When he came to his lady\'s gate,
Sae rudely as he rapped at it.
\SBALLADS Child 7A.17
\N1 `O where\'s the lady o this ha?'
`She\'s out with her maids to play at the ba.
\SBALLADS Child 7A.18
\N1 `Ha, ha, ha! ye are a\' mistaen:
Gae count your maidens oer again.
\SBALLADS Child 7A.19
\N1 `I saw her far beyond the moor,
Away to be the Earl o Bran\'s whore.'
\SBALLADS Child 7A.20
\N1 The father armed f+ifteen of his best men,
To bring his daughter back again.
\SBALLADS Child 7A.21
\N1 Oer her left shoulder the lady looked then:
`O Earl Bran, we both are tane.'
\SBALLADS Child 7A.22
\N1 `If they come on me ane by ane,
Ye may stand by and see them slain.
\SBALLADS Child 7A.23
\N1 `But if they come on me one and all,
Ye may stand by and see me fall.'
\SBALLADS Child 7A.24
\N1 They have come on him ane by ane,
And he has killed them all but ane.
\SBALLADS Child 7A.25
\N1 And that ane came behind his back,
And he\'s gien him a deadly whack.
\SBALLADS Child 7A.26
\N1 But for a\' sae wounded as Earl Bran was,
He has set his lady on her horse.
\SBALLADS Child 7A.27
\N1 They rode till they came to the water o Doune,
And then he alighted to wash his wounds.
\SBALLADS Child 7A.28
\N1 `O Earl Bran, I see your heart\'s blood!'
\'Tis but the gleat o my scarlet hood.'
\SBALLADS Child 7A.29
\N1 They rode till they came to his mother\'s gate,
And sae rudely as he rapped at it.
\SBALLADS Child 7A.30
\N1 `O my son\'s slain, my son\'s put down,
And a\' for the sake of an English loun.'
\SBALLADS Child 7A.31
\N1 `O say not sae, my dear mother,
But marry her to my youngest brother.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 7A.32
\N1 `This has not been the death o ane,
But it\'s been that of fair seventeen.'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 7B.1
\N1 `RISE up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas,' she says,
`And put on your armour so bright;
Let it never be said that a daughter of thine
Was married to a lord under night.
\SBALLADS Child 7B.2
\N1 `Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons,
And put on your armour so bright,
And take better care of your youngest sister,
For your eldest\'s awa the last night.'
\SBALLADS Child 7B.3
\N1 He\'s mounted her on a milk-white steed,
And himself on a dapple grey,
With a bugelet horn hung down by his side,
And lightly they rode away.
\SBALLADS Child 7B.4
\N1 Lord William lookit oer his left shoulder,
To see what he could see,
And there he spy\'d her seven brethren bold,
Come riding over the lee.
\SBALLADS Child 7B.5
\N1 `Light down, light down, Lady Margret,' he said,
`And hold my steed in your hand,
Until that against your seven brethren bold,
And your father, I mak a stand.'
\SBALLADS Child 7B.6
\N1 She held his steed in her milk-white hand,
And never shed one tear,
Until that she saw her seven brethren fa,
And her father hard f+ighting, who lovd her so dear.
\SBALLADS Child 7B.7
\N1 `O hold your hand, Lord William!' she said,
`For your strokes they are wondrous sair;
True lovers I can get many a ane,
But a father I can never get mair.'
\SBALLADS Child 7B.8
\N1 O she\'s taen out her handkerchief,
It was o the holland sae f+ine,
And aye she dighted her father\'s bloody wounds,
That were redder than the wine.
\SBALLADS Child 7B.9
\N1 `O chuse, O chuse, Lady Margret,' he said,
`O whether will ye gang or bide?'
`I\'ll gang, I\'ll gang, Lord William,' she said,
`For ye have left me no other guide.'
\SBALLADS Child 7B.10
\N1 He\'s lifted her on a milk-white steed,
And himself on a dapple grey,
With a bugelet horn hung down by his side,
And slowly they baith rade away.
\SBALLADS Child 7B.11
\N1 O they rade on, and on they rade,
And a\' by the light of the moon,
Until they came to yon wan water,
And there they lighted down.
\SBALLADS Child 7B.12
\N1 They lighted down to tak a drink
Of the spring that ran sae clear,
And down the stream ran his gude heart\'s blood,
And sair she gan to fear.
\SBALLADS Child 7B.13
\N1 `Hold up, hold up, Lord William,' she says,
`For I fear that you are slain;'
`\'Tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak,
That shines in the water sae plain.'
\SBALLADS Child 7B.14
\N1 O they rade on, and on they rade,
And a\' by the light of the moon,
Until they cam to his mother\'s ha door,
And there they lighted down.
\SBALLADS Child 7B.15
\N1 `Get up, get up, lady mother,' he says,
`Get up, and let me in!
Get up, get up, lady mother,' he says,
`For this night my fair lady I\'ve win.
\SBALLADS Child 7B.16
\N1 `O mak my bed, lady mother,' he says,
`O mak it braid and deep,
And lay Lady Margret close at my back,
And the sounder I will sleep.'
\SBALLADS Child 7B.17
\N1 Lord William was dead lang ere midnight,
Lady Margret lang ere day,
And all true lovers that go thegither,
May they have mair luck than they!
\SBALLADS Child 7B.18
\N1 Lord William was buried in St. Mary\'s kirk,
Lady Margret in Mary\'s quire;
Out o the lady\'s grave grew a bonny red rose,
And out o the knight\'s a briar.
\SBALLADS Child 7B.19
\N1 And they twa met, and they twa plat,
And fain they wad be near;
And a\' the warld might ken right weel
They were twa lovers dear.
\SBALLADS Child 7B.20
\N1 But bye and rade the Black Douglas,
And wow but he was rough!
For he pulld up the bonny brier,
And f+lang\'t in St. Mary\'s Loch.
\LBALLADS Child 7C.1
\N1 `RISE up, rise up, my seven brave sons,
And dress in your armour so bright;
Earl Douglas will hae Lady Margaret awa
Before that it be light.
\SBALLADS Child 7C.2
\N1 `Arise, arise, my seven brave sons,
And dress in your armour so bright;
It shall never be said that a daughter of mine
Shall go with an earl or a knight.'
\SBALLADS Child 7C.3
\N1 `O will ye stand, fair Margaret,' he says,
`And hold my milk-white steed,
Till I f+ight your father and seven brethren,
In yonder pleasant mead?'
\SBALLADS Child 7C.4
\N1 She stood and held his milk-white steed,
She stood trembling with fear,
Until she saw her seven brethren fall,
And her father that loved her dear.
\SBALLADS Child 7C.5
\N1 `Hold your hand, Earl Douglas,' she says,
`Your strokes are wonderous sair;
I may get sweethearts again enew,
But a father I\'ll ne\'er get mair.'
\SBALLADS Child 7C.6
\N1 She took  out a handkerchief
Was made o\' the cambrick f+ine,
And aye she wiped her father\'s bloody wounds,
And the blood sprung up like wine.
\SBALLADS Child 7C.7
\N1 `Will ye go, fair Margaret?' he said,
`Will ye now go, or bide?'
`Yes, I\'ll go, sweet William,' she said,
`For ye\'ve left me never a guide.
\SBALLADS Child 7C.8
\N1 `If I were to go to my mother\'s house,
A welcome guest I would be;
But for the bloody deed that\'s done this day
I\'ll rather go with thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 7C.9
\N1 He lifted her on a milk-white steed
And himself on a dapple gray;
They drew their hats out over their face,
And they both went weeping away.
\SBALLADS Child 7C.10
\N1 They rode, they rode, and they better rode,
Till they came to yon water wan;
They lighted down to gie their horse a drink
Out of the running stream.
\SBALLADS Child 7C.11
\N1 `I am afraid, Earl Douglas,' she said,
`I am afraid ye are slain;'
I think I see your bonny heart\'s blood
Running down the water wan.'
\SBALLADS Child 7C.12
\N1 `Oh no, oh no, fair Margaret,' he said,
`Oh no, I am not slain;
It is but the scad of my scarlet cloak
Runs down the water wan.'
\SBALLADS Child 7C.13
\N1 He mounted her on a milk-white steed
And himself on a dapple gray,
And they have reached Earl Douglas\' gates
Before the break of day.
\SBALLADS Child 7C.14
\N1 `O rise, dear mother, and make my bed,
And make it braid and wide,
And lay me down to take my rest,
And at my back my bride.'
\SBALLADS Child 7C.15
\N1 She has risen and made his bed,
She made it braid and wide;
She laid him down to take his rest,
And at his back his bride.
\SBALLADS Child 7C.16
\N1 Lord William died ere it was day,
Lady Margaret on the morrow;
Lord William died through loss of blood and wounds,
Fair Margaret died with sorrow.
\SBALLADS Child 7C.17
\N1 The one was buried in Mary\'s kirk,
The other in Mary\'s quire;
The one sprung up a bonnie bush,
And the other a bonny brier.
\SBALLADS Child 7C.18
\N1 These twa grew, and these twa threw,
Till they came to the top,
And when they could na farther gae,
They coost the lovers\' knot.
\LBALLADS Child 7D.1
\N1 `SLEEPST thou or wakst thou, Lord Montgomerie,
Sleepst thou or wakst thou, I say?
Rise up, make a match for your eldest daughter,
For the youngest I carry away.'
\SBALLADS Child 7D.2
\N1 `Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons,
Dress yourselves in the armour sae f+ine;
For it ne\'er shall be said that a churlish knight
Eer married a daughter of mine.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 7D.3
\N1 `Loup aff, loup aff, Lady Margaret,' he said,
`And hold my steed in your hand,
And I will go f+ight your seven brethren,
And your father, where they stand.'
\SBALLADS Child 7D.4
\N1 Sometimes she gaed, sometimes she stood,
But never dropt a tear,
Until she saw her brethren all slain,
And her father who lovd her so dear.
\SBALLADS Child 7D.5
\N1 `Hold thy hand, sweet William,' she says,
`Thy blows are wondrous sore;
Sweethearts I may have many a one,
But a father I\'ll never have more.'
\SBALLADS Child 7D.6
\N1 O she\'s taken her napkin frae her pocket,
Was made o the holland f+ine,
And ay as she dichted her father\'s bloody wounds,
They sprang as red as the wine.
\SBALLADS Child 7D.7
\N1 `Two chooses, two chooses, Lady Margret,' he says,
`Two chooses I\'ll make thee;
Whether to go back to your mother again,
Or go along with me.'
\SBALLADS Child 7D.8
\N1 `For to go home to my mother again,
An unwelcome guest I\'d be;
But since my fate has ordered it so,
I\'ll go along with thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 7D.9
\N1 He has mounted her on a milk-white steed,
Himself on the dapple gray,
And blawn his horn baith loud and shill,
And it sounded far on their way.
\SBALLADS Child 7D.10
\N1 They rode oer hill, they rode oer dale,
They rode oer mountains so high,
Until they came to that beautiful place
Where Sir William\'s mother did lie.
\SBALLADS Child 7D.11
\N1 `Rise up, rise up, lady mother,' he said,
`Rise up, and make much o your own;
Rise up, rise up, lady mother,' he said,
`For his bride\'s just new come home.'
\SBALLADS Child 7D.12
\N1 Sir Willian he died in the middle o the night,
Lady Margaret died on the morrow;
Sir William he died of pure pure love,
Lady Margaret of grief and sorrow.
\LBALLADS Child 7E.1
\N1 HE has lookit over his left shoulder,
And through his bonnie bridle rein,
And he spy\'d her father and her seven bold brethren,
Come riding down the glen.
\SBALLADS Child 7E.2
\N1 `O hold my horse, Lady Margret,' he said,
O hold my horse by the bonnie bridle rein,
Till I f+ight your father and seven bold brethren,
As they come riding down the glen.'
\SBALLADS Child 7E.3
\N1 Some time she rade, and some time she gaed,
Till she that place did near,
And there she spy\'d her seven bold brethren slain,
And her father who loved her so dear.
\SBALLADS Child 7E.4
\N1 `O hold you hand, sweet William,' she said,
`Your bull baits are wondrous sair;
Sweet-hearts I may get many a one,
But a father I will never get mair.'
\SBALLADS Child 7E.5
\N1 She has taken a napkin from off her neck,
That was of the cambrick so f+ine,
And aye as she wiped her father\'s bloody wounds,
The blood ran red as the wine.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 7E.6
\N1 He set her upon the milk-white steed,
Himself upon the brown;
He took a horn out of his pocket,
And they both went weeping along.
\LBALLADS Child 7F.1
\N1 . . .
  . . .
Sayes `Christ thee saue, good Child of Ell!
Christ saue thee and thy steede!
\SBALLADS Child 7F.2
\N1 `My father sayes he will [eat] noe meate,
Nor his drinke shall doe him noe good,
Till he haue slaine the Child of Ell,
And haue seene his harts blood.'
\SBALLADS Child 7F.3
\N1 `I wold I were in my sadle sett,
And a mile out of the towne;
I did not care for your father
And all his merry men!
\SBALLADS Child 7F.4
\N1 `I wold I were in my sadle sett,
And a little space him froe;
I did not care for yo\iu\rr father
And all that long him to!'
\SBALLADS Child 7F.5
\N1 He leaned ore his saddle bow
To kisse this lady good;
The tears \itha\rt went them \itwo\r betweene
Were blend water and blood.
\SBALLADS Child 7F.6
\N1 He sett himselfe on one good steed,
This lady on a palfray,
And sett his litle horne to his mouth,
And roundlie he rode away.
\SBALLADS Child 7F.7
\N1 He had not ridden past a mile,
A mile out of the towne,
. . .
. . .
\SBALLADS Child 7F.8
\N1 Her father was readye w\ii\rth her \iseuen\r brether,
He said, `Sett thou my daughter downe!
For it ill beseemes thee, thou false churles sonne,
To carry her forth of this towne!'
\SBALLADS Child 7F.9
\N1 But lowd thou lyest, S\ii\rr Iohn the k\inigh\rt,
Thou now doest lye of me;
A knight me gott, and a lady me bore;
Soe neuer did none by thee.
\SBALLADS Child 7F.10
\N1 `But light now downe, my lady gay,
Light downe and hold my horsse,
Whilest I and yo\iu\rr father and yo\iu\rr brether
Doe play vs at this crosse.
\SBALLADS Child 7F.11
\N1 `But light now downe, my owne trew loue,
And meeklye hold my steede,
Whilest yo\iu\rr father [and your \iseuen\r brether] bold
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 7[G.1]
* * * * *
\N1 `Gude Earl Brand, I long to see
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.1r]
\N1 Faldee faldee fal deediddle a dee
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.1]
\N2 All your grey hounds running over the lea.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.1r]
\N2 And the brave knights in the valley
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.2]
\N1 `Gude lady fair, I have not a steed but one,
But you shall ride and I shall run.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.3]
\N1 They\'re ower moss and they\'re ower mure,
And they saw neither rich nor pure.
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.4]
\N1 Until that they came to auld Karl Hude;
He\'s aye for ill and never for gude.
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.5]
\N1 `Gude Earl Brand, if ye love me,
Kill auld Karl Hude, and gar him die.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.6]
\N1 `O fair ladie, we\'ll do better than sae:
Gie him a penny and let him gae.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.7]
\N1 `Gude Earl Brand, whare hae ye been,
Or whare hae ye stown this lady sheen?'
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.8]
\N1 `She\'s not my lady, but my sick sister,
And she\'s been at the wells of Meen.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.9]
\N1 `If she was sick, and very sair,
She wadna wear the red gold on her hair.
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.10[
\N1 `Or if she were sick, and like to be dead,
She wadna wear the ribbons red.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.11]
\N1 He cam till he cam to her father\'s gate,
And he has rappit furious thereat.
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.12]
\N1 `Where is the lady o this hall?'
`She\'s out wi her maidens, playing at the ball.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.13]
\N1 `If you\'ll get me fyfteen wale wight men,
Sae fast as I\'ll fetch her back again.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.14]
\N1 She\'s lookit ower her left collar-bane:
`O gude Earl Brand, we baith are taen.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.15]
\N1 `Light down, light down, and hold my steed;
Change never your cheer till ye see me dead.
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.16]
\N1 `If they come on me man by man,
I\'ll be very laith for to be taen.
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.17]
\N1 `But if they come on me one and all,
The sooner you will see me fall.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.18]
\N1 O he has killd them all but one,
And wha was that but auld Karl Hude.
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.19]
\N1 And he has come on him behind,
And put in him the deadly wound.
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.20]
\N1 O he has set his lady on,
And he\'s come whistling all along.
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.21]
\N1 hGude Earl Brand, I see blood:'
`It\'s but the shade o my scarlet robe.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.22]
\N1 They cam till they cam to the water af+lood;
He\'s lighted down and he\'s wushen aff the blood.
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.23]
\N1 His mother walks the f+loor alone:
`O yonder does come my poor son.
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.24]
\N1 `He is both murderd and undone,
And all for the sake o an English loon.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.25]
\N1 `Say not sae, my dearest mother,
Marry her on my eldest brother.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.26]
\N1 She set her f+it up to the wa,
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.26r]
\N1 Faldee faldee fal deediddle adee
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.26]
\N2 She\'s fallen down dead amang them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 7[G.26r]
\N2 And the brave knights o the valley
\LBALLADS Child 7[H.1]
\N1 Did you ever hear of good Earl Brand,
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.1r]
\N1 Aye lally an lilly lally
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.1]
\N2 And the king\'s daughter of fair Scotland?
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.1r]
\N2 And the braw knights o Airly
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.2]
\N1 She was scarce f+ifteen years of age
When she came to Earl Brand\'s bed.
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.2r]
\N2 Wi the braw knights o Airly
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.3]
\N1 `O Earl Brand, I fain wad see
Our grey hounds run over the lea.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.3r]
\N2 Mang the braw bents o Airly
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.4]
\N1 `O,' says Earl Brand, `I\'ve nae steads but one,
And you shall ride and I shall run.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.4r]
\N2 Oer the braw heights o Airly
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.5]
\N1 `O,' says the lady, `I hae three,
And ye shall hae yeer choice for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.5r]
\N2 Of the braw steeds o Airly
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.6]
\N1 So they lap on, and on they rade,
Till they came to auld Carle Hood.
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.6r]
\N2 Oer the braw hills o Airly
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.7]
\N1 Carl Hood\'s aye for ill, and he\'s no for good,
He\'s aye for ill, and he\'s no for good.
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.7r]
\N2 Mang the braw hills o Airly
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.8]
\N1 `Where hae ye been hunting a\' day,
And where have ye stolen this fair may?'
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.8r]
\N2 I\' the braw nights sae airly
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.9]
\N1 `She is my sick sister dear,
New comd home from another sister.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.9r]
\N2 I the braw nights sae early
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.10]
\N1 `O,' says the lady, 'if ye love me,
Gie him a penny fee and let him gae.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.10r]
\N2 I the braw nights sae early
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.11]
\N1 He\'s gane home to her father\'s bower,
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.12]
\N1 `Where is the lady o this ha?'
`She\'s out wi the young maids, playing at the ba.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.12r]
\N2 I the braw nights so early
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.13]
\N1 `No,' says another, 'She\'s riding oer the moor,
And a\' to be Earl Brand\'s whore.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.13r]
\N2 I the braw nights so early
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.14]
\N1 The king mounted f+ifteen weel armed men,
A\' to get Earl Brand taen.
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.14r]
\N2 I the braw hills so early
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.15]
\N1 The lady looked over her white horse mane:
`O Earl Brand, we will be taen.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.15r]
\N2 In the braw hills so early
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.16]
\N1 He says, If they come one by one,
Ye\'ll no see me so soon taen.
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.16r]
\N2 In the braw hills so early
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.17]
\N1 So they came every one but one,
And he has killd them a\' but ane.
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.17r]
\N2 In the braw hills so early
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.18]
\N1 And that one came behind his back,
And gave Earl Brand a deadly stroke.
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.18r]
\N2 In the braw nights of Airly
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.19]
\N1 For as sair wounded as he was,
He lifted the lady on her horse.
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.19r]
\N2 In the braw nights so early
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.20]
\N1 `O Earl Brand, I see thy heart\'s bluid!'
`It\'s but the shadow of my scarlet robe.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.20r]
\N2 I the braw nights so early
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.21]
\N1 He came to his mother\'s home;
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.22]
\N1 She looked out and cryd her son was gone,
And a\' for the sake [of] an English loon.
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.23]
\N1 `What will I do wi your lady fair?'
`Marry her to my eldest brother.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[H.23r]
\N2 The brawest knight i Airly
\LBALLADS Child 7[I.1]
\N1 `Rise up, rise up, Lord Douglas,' she said,
`And draw to your arms so bright;
Let it never be said a daughter of yours
Shall go with a lord or a knight.
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.2]
\N1 `Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons,
And draw to your armour so bright;
Let it never be said a sister of yours
Shall go with a lord or a night.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.3]
\N1 He looked over his left shoulder,
To see what he could see,
And there he spy\'d her seven brethren bold,
And her father that lov\'d her tenderly.
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.4]
\N1 `Light down, light down, Lady Margret,' he said,
`And hold my steed in thy hand.
That I may go f+itht with your seven brethren bold,
And your father who\'s just at hand.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.5]
\N1 O there she stood, and bitter she stood,
And never did shed a tear,
Till once she saw her seven brethren slain,
And her father she lovd so dear.
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.6]
\N1 `Hold, hold your hand, William,' she said,
`For thy strokes are wondrous sore;
For sweethearts I may get many a one,
But a father I neer will get more.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.7]
\N1 She took out a handkerchief of holland so f+ine
And wip\'d her father\'s bloody wound,
Which ran more clear than the red wine,
And forked on the cold ground.
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.8]
\N1 `O chuse you, chuse you, Margret,' he said,
`Whether you will go or bide!'
`I must go with you, Lord William,' she said,
`Since you\'ve left me no other guide.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.9]
\N1 He lifted her on a milk-white steed,
And himself on a dapple grey,
With a blue gilded horn hanging by his side,
And they slowly both rode away.
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.10]
\N1 Away they rode, and better they rode,
Till they came to yonder sand,
Till once they came to yon river side,
And ther they lighted down.
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.11]
\N1 They lighted down to take a drink
Of the spring that ran so clear,
And there she spy\'d his bonny heart\'s blood,
A running down the stream.
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.12]
\N1 `Hold up, hold up, Lord William,' she says,
`For I fear that you are slain;'
`\'Tis nought but the shade of my scarlet clothes,
That is sparkling down the stream.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.13]
\N1 He lifted her on a milk-white steed,
And himself on a dapple grey,
With a blue gilded horn hanging by his side,
And slowly they rode away.
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.14]
\N1 Ay they rode, and better they rode,
Till they came to his mother\'s bower;
Till once they came to his mother\'s bower,
And down they lighted there.
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.15]
\N1 `O mother, mother, make my bed,
And make it saft and f+ine,
And lay my lady close at my back,
That I may sleep most sound.'
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.16]
\N1 Lord William he died eer middle o the night,
Lady Margret long before the morrow;
Lord William he died for pure true love,
And Lady Margret died for sorrow.
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.17]
\N1 Lord William was bury\'d in Lady Mary\'s kirk,
The other in Saint Mary\'s quire;
Out of William\'s grave sprang a red rose,
And out of Margret\'s a briar.
\SBALLADS Child 7[I.18]
\N1 And ay they grew, and ay they threw,
As they wad fain been near;
And by this you may ken right well
They were twa lovers dear.
\LBALLADS Child 8A.1
\N1 ERLINTON had a fair daughter;
I wat he weird her in a great sin;
For he has built a bigly bower,
An a\' to put that lady in.
\SBALLADS Child 8A.2
\N1 An he has warnd her sisters six,
An sae has he her brethren se\'en,
Outher to watch her a\' the night,
Or else to seek her morn an een.
\SBALLADS Child 8A.3
\N1 She hadna been i that bigly bower
Na not a night but barely ane,
Till there was Willie, her ain true love,
Chappd at the door, cryin `Peace within!'
\SBALLADS Child 8A.4
\N1 `O whae is this at my bower door,
That chaps sae late, nor kens the gin?'
`O it is Willie, your ain true love,
I pray you rise an let me in!'
\SBALLADS Child 8A.5
\N1 `But in my bower there is a wake,
An at the wake there is a wane;
But I\'ll come to the green-wood the morn,
Whar blooms the brier, by mornin dawn.'
\SBALLADS Child 8A.6
\N1 Then she\'s gane to her bed again,
Where she has layen till the cock crew thrice,
Then she said to her sisters a\',
`Maidens, \'tis time for us to rise.'
\SBALLADS Child 8A.7
\N1 She pat on her back her silken gown,
An on her breast a siller pin,
An she\'s tane a sister in ilka hand,
An to the green-wood she is gane.
\SBALLADS Child 8A.8
\N1 She hadna walkd in the green-wood
Na not a mile but barely ane,
Till there was Willie, her ain true love,
Whae frae her sister has her taen.
\SBALLADS Child 8A.9
\N1 He took her sisters by the hand,
He kissd them baith, an sent them hame,
An he\'s taen his true love him behind,
And through the green-wood they are gane.
\SBALLADS Child 8A.10
\N1 They hadna ridden in the bonnie green-wood
Na not a mile but barely ane,
When there came f+ifteen o the boldest knights
That ever bare f+lesh, blood, or bane.
\SBALLADS Child 8A.11
\N1 The foremost was an aged knight,
He wore the grey hair on his chin:
Says, `Yield to me thy lady bright,
An thou shalt walk the woods within.'
\SBALLADS Child 8A.12
\N1 `For me to yield my lady bright
To such an aged knight as thee,
People wad think I war gane mad,
Or a\' the courage f+lown frae me.'
\SBALLADS Child 8A.13
\N1 But up then spake the second knight,
I wat he spake right boustouslie:
`Yield me thy life, or thy lady bright,
Or here the tane of us shall die.'
\SBALLADS Child 8A.14
\N1 `My lady is my warld\'s meed;
My life I winna yield to nane;
But if ye be men of your manhead,
Ye\'ll only f+ight me ane by ane.'
\SBALLADS Child 8A.15
\N1 He lighted aff his milk-white steed,
An gae his lady him by the head,
Sayn, `See ye dinna change your cheer,
Untill ye see my body bleed.'
\SBALLADS Child 8A.16
\N1 He set his back unto an aik,
He set his feet against a stane,
An he has fought these f+ifteen men,
An killd them a\' but barely ane.
\SBALLADS Child 8A.17
\N1 . . . . .
. . . .
For he has left that aged knight,
An a\' to carry the tidings hame.
\SBALLADS Child 8A.18
\N1 When he gaed to his lady fair,
I wat he kissd her tenderlie:
`Thou art mine ain love, I have thee bought;
Now we shall walk the green-wood free.'
\LBALLADS Child 8B.1
\N1 THERE was a knight, an he had a daughter,
An he wad wed her, wi muckle sin;
Sae he has biggit a bonnie bower, love,
An a\' to keep his fair daughter in.
\SBALLADS Child 8B.2
\N1 But she hadna been in the bonnie bower, love,
And no twa hours but barely ane,
Till up started Tammas, her ain true lover,
And O sae fain as he wad been in.
\SBALLADS Child 8B.3
\N1 `For a\' sae weel as I like ye, Tammas,
An for a\' sae weel as I like the gin,
I wadna for ten thousand pounds, love,
Na no this night wad I let thee in.
\SBALLADS Child 8B.4
\N1 `But yonder is a bonnie greenwud,
An in the greenwud there is a wauk,
An I\'ll be there an sune the morn, love,
It\'s a\' for my true love\'s sake.
\SBALLADS Child 8B.5
\N1 `On my right hand I\'ll have a glove, love,
An on my left ane I\'ll have nane;
I\'ll have wi\' me my sisters six, love,
An we will wauk the wuds our lane.'
\SBALLADS Child 8B.6
\N1 They hadna waukd in the bonnie greenwud,
Na no an hour but barely ane,
Till up start Tammas, her ain true lover,
He\'s taen her sisters her frae mang.
\SBALLADS Child 8B.7
\N1 An he has kissed her sisters six, love,
An he has sent them hame again,
But he has keepit his ain true lover,
Saying, `We will wauk the wuds our lane.'
\SBALLADS Child 8B.8
\N1 They hadna waukd in the bonnie greenwud
Na no an hour but barely ane,
Till up start f+ifteen o the bravest outlaws
That ever bure either breath or bane.
\SBALLADS Child 8B.9
\N1 An up bespake the foremost man, love,
An O but he spake angrily:
`Either your life-+-or your lady fair, sir,
This night shall wauk the wuds wi me.'
\SBALLADS Child 8B.10
\N1 `My lady fair, O I like her weel, sir,
An O my life, but it lies me near!
But before I lose my lady fair, sir,
I\'ll rather lose my life sae dear.'
\SBALLADS Child 8B.11
\N1 Then up bespak the second man, love,
An aye he spake mair angrily,
Saying, `Baith your life, and your lady fair, sir,
This night shall wauk the wuds wi me.'
\SBALLADS Child 8B.12
\N1 `My lady fair, O I like her weel, sir,
An O my life, but it lies me near!
But before I lose my lady fair, sir,
I\'ll rather lose my life sae dear.
\SBALLADS Child 8B.13
\N1 `But if ye\'ll be men to your manhood,
As that I will be unto mine,
I\'ll f+ight ye every ane man by man,
Till the last drop\'s blude I hae be slain.
\SBALLADS Child 8B.14
\N1 `O sit ye down, my dearest dearie,
Sit down and hold my noble steed,
And see that ye never change your cheer
Until ye see my body bleed.'
\SBALLADS Child 8B.15
\N1 He\'s feughten a\' the f+ifteen outlaws,
The f+ifteen outlaws every ane,
He\'s left naething but the auldest man
To go and carry the tidings hame.
\SBALLADS Child 8B.16
\N1 An he has gane to his dearest dear,
An he has kissed her, cheek and chin,
Saying, `Thou art mine ain, I have bought thee dear,
An we will wauk the wuds our lane.'
\LBALLADS Child 8C.1
\N1 AS Robin Hood sat by a tree,
He espied a prettie may,
And when she chanced him to see,
She turnd her head away.
\SBALLADS Child 8C.2
\N1 `O feare me not, thou prettie mayde,
And doe not f+lie from mee;
I am the kindest man,' he said,
`That ever eye did see.'
\SBALLADS Child 8C.3
\N1 Then to her he did doffe his cap,
And to her lowted low;
`To meete with thee I hold it good hap,
If thou wilt not say noe.'
\SBALLADS Child 8C.4
\N1 Then he put his hand around her waste,
Soe small, so tight, and trim,
And after sought her lip to taste,
And she to kissed him.
\SBALLADS Child 8C.5
\N1 `Where dost thou dwell, my prettie maide?
I prithee tell to me;'
`I am a tanner\'s daughter,' she said,
`John Hobbes of Barneslee.'
\SBALLADS Child 8C.6
\N1 `And whither goest thou, pretty maide?
Shall I be thy true love?'
`If thou art not afeard,' she said,
`My true love thou shalt prove.'
\SBALLADS Child 8C.7
\N1 `What should I feare?' then he replied;
`I am thy true love now;'
`I have two brethren, and their pride
Would scorn such one as thou.'
\SBALLADS Child 8C.8
\N1 `That will we try,' quoth Robin Hood;
`I was not made their scorne;
Ile shed my blood to doe the<e] good,
As sure as they were borne.'
\SBALLADS Child 8C.9
\N1 `My brothers are proude and f+ierce and strong;'
`I am,' said he, 'The same,
And if they offer thee to wrong,
Theyle f+inde Ile play their game.
\SBALLADS Child 8C.10
\N1 `Through the free forrest I can run,
The king may not controll;
They are but barking tanners\' sons,
To me they shall pay toll.
\SBALLADS Child 8C.11
\N1 `And if not mine be sheepe and kine,
I have cattle on my land;
On venison eche day I may dine,
Whiles they have none in hand.'
\SBALLADS Child 8C.12
\N1 These wordes had Robin Hood scarce spoke,
When they two men did see,
Come riding till their horses smoke:
`My brothers both,' cried shee.
\SBALLADS Child 8C.13
\N1 Each had a good sword by his side,
And furiouslie they rode
To where they Robin Hood espied,
That with the maiden stood.
\SBALLADS Child 8C.14
\N1 `Flee hence, f+lee hence, away with speede!'
Cried she to Robin Hood,
`For if thou stay, thoult surely bleede;
I could not see thy blood.'
\SBALLADS Child 8C.15
\N1 `With us, false maiden, come away,
And leave that outlawe bolde;
Why f+ledst thou from thy home this day,
And left thy father olde?'
\SBALLADS Child 8C.16
\N1 Robin stept backe but paces f+ive,
Unto a sturdie tree;
`Ile f+ight whiles I am left alive;
Stay thou, sweete maide, with mee.'
\SBALLADS Child 8C.17
\N1 He stood before, she stoode behinde,
The brothers two drewe nie;
`Our sister now to us resign,
Or thou full sure shalt die.'
\SBALLADS Child 8C.18
\N1 Then cried the maide, `My brethren deare,
With ye Ile freely wend,
But harm not this young forrester,
Noe ill doth he pretend.'
\SBALLADS Child 8C.19
\N1 `Stande up, sweete maide, I plight my troth;
Fall thou not on thy knee;
Ile force thy cruell brothers both
To bend the knee to thee.
\SBALLADS Child 8C.20
\N1 `Stand thou behinde this sturdie oke,
I soone will quell their pride;
Thoult see my sword with furie smoke,
And in their hearts\' blood died.'
\SBALLADS Child 8C.21
\N1 He set his backe against a tree,
His foote against a stone;
The f+irst blow that he gave so free
Cleft one man to the bone.
\SBALLADS Child 8C.22
\N1 The tanners bold they fought right well,
And it was one to two;
But Robin did them both refell,
All in the damsell\'s viewe.
\SBALLADS Child 8C.23
\N1 The red blood ran from Robins brow,
All downe unto his knee;
`O holde your handes, my brethren now,
I will goe backe with yee.'
\SBALLADS Child 8C.24
\N1 `Stand backe, stand backe, my pretty maide,
Stand backe and let me f+ight;
By sweete St. James be no<t] afraide
But I will it requite.'
\SBALLADS Child 8C.25
\N1 Then Robin did his sword uplift,
And let it fall againe;
The oldest brothers head it cleft,
Right through unto his braine.
\SBALLADS Child 8C.26
\N1 `O hold thy hand, bolde forrester,
Or ill may thee betide;
Slay not my youngest brother here,
He is my father\'s pride.'
\SBALLADS Child 8C.27
\N1 `Away, for I would scorne to owe,
My life to the<e], false maide!'
The youngest cried, and aimd a blow
That lit on Robin\'s head.
\SBALLADS Child 8C.28
\N1 Then Robin leand against the tree,
His life nie gone did seeme;
His eyes did swim, he could not see
The maiden start betweene.
\SBALLADS Child 8C.29
\N1 It was not long ere Robin Hood
Could welde his sword so bright;
Upon his feete he f+irmly stood,
And did renew the f+ight.
\SBALLADS Child 8C.30
\N1 Untill the tanner scarce could heave
His weapon in the aire;
But Robin would not him bereave
Of life, and left him there.
\SBALLADS Child 8C.31
\N1 Then to the greenewood did he f+ly,
And with him went the maide;
For him she vowd that she would dye,
He\'d live for her, he said.
\LBALLADS Child 9A.1
\N1 IT was a knight in Scotland borne
\SBALLADS Child 9A.1r
\N1 Follow, my love, come over the strand
\SBALLADS Child 9A.1
\N2 Was taken prisoner, and left forlorne,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.1r
\N2 Even by the good Earle of Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.2
\N1 Then was he cast in prison strong,
Where he could not walke nor lie along,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.2r
\N2 Even by the goode Earle of Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.3
\N1 And as in sorrow thus he lay,
The Earle\'s sweete daughter walkt that way,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.3r
\N2 And she the faire f+lower of Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.4
\N1 And passing by, like an angell bright,
The prisoner had of her a sight,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.4r
\N2 And she the faire f+lower of Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.5
\N1 And loud to her this knight did crie,
The salt teares standing in his eye,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.5r
\N2 And she the faire f+lower of Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.6
\N1 `Faire lady,' he said, 'Take pity on me,
And let me not in prison dye,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.6r
\N2 And you the faire f+lower of Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9A.7
\N1 `Faire Sir, how should I take pity on thee,
Thou being a foe to our countrey,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.7r
\N2 And I the faire f+lower of Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9A.8
\N1 `Faire lady, I am no foe,' he said,
`Through thy sweet love heere was I stayd,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.8r
\N2 For thee, the faire f+lower of Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9A.9
\N1 `Why shouldst thou come heere for love of me,
Having wife and children in thy countrie?
\SBALLADS Child 9A.9r
\N2 And I the faire f+lower of Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9A.10
\N1 `I sweare by the blessed Trinitie,
I have no wife nor children, I,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.10r
\N2 Nor dwelling at home in merrie Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.11
\N1 `If curteously you will set me free,
I vow that I will marrie thee,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.11r
\N2 So soone as I come in faire Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.12
\N1 `Thou shalt be a lady of castles and towers,
And sit like a queene in princely bowers,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.12r
\N2 When I am at home in faire Scotland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9A.13
\N1 Then parted hence this lady gay,
And got her father\'s ring away,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.13r
\N2 To helpe this sad knight into faire Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.14
\N1 Likewise much gold she got by sleight,
And all to help this forlorne knight
\SBALLADS Child 9A.14r
\N2 To wend from her father to faire Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.15
\N1 Two gallant steedes, both good and able,
She likewise tooke out of the stable,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.15r
\N2 To ride with this knight into faire Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.16
\N1 And to the jaylor she sent this ring,
The knight from prison forth to bring,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.16r
\N2 To wend with her into faire Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.17
\N1 This token set the prisoner free,
Who straight went to this faire lady,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.17r
\N2 To wend with her into faire Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.18
\N1 A gallant steede he did bestride,
And with the lady away did ride,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.18r
\N2 And she the faire f+lower of Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.19
\N1 They rode till they came to a water cleare:
`Good Sir, how should I follow you heere,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.19r
\N2 And I the faire f+lower of Northumberland?
\SBALLADS Child 9A.20
\N1 `The water is rough and wonderfull deepe,
An<d] on my saddle I shall not keepe,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.20r
\N2 And I the faire f+lower of Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9A.21
\N1 `Feare not the foord, faire lady,' quoth he,
`For long I cannot stay for thee,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.21r
\N2 And thou the faire f+lower of Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9A.22
\N1 The lady prickt her wanton steed,
And over the river swom with speede,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.22r
\N2 And she the faire f+lower of Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.23
\N1 From top to toe all wet was shee:
`This have I done for love of thee,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.23r
\N2 And I the faire f+lower of Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9A.24
\N1 Thus rode she all one winter\'s night,
Till Edenborow they saw in sight,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.24r
\N2 The chiefest towne in all Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.25
\N1 `Now chuse,' quoth he, 'Thou wanton f+lower,
Whe\'r thou wilt be my paramour,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.25r
\N2 Or get thee home to Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.26
\N1 `For I have wife, and children f+ive,
In Edenborow they be alive;
\SBALLADS Child 9A.26r
\N2 Then get thee home to faire England.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.27
\N1 `This favour shalt thou have to boote,
Ile have thy horse, go thou on foote,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.27r
\N2 Go, get thee home to Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9A.28
\N1 `O false and faithlesse knight,' quoth shee,
`And canst thou deale so bad with me,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.28r
\N2 And I the faire f+lower of Northumberland?
\SBALLADS Child 9A.29
\N1 `Dishonour not a ladie\'s name,
But draw thy sword and end my shame,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.29r
\N2 And I the faire f+lower of Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9A.30
\N1 He tooke her from her stately steed,
And left her there in extreme need,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.30r
\N2 And she the faire f+lower of Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.31
\N1 Then sate she downe full heavily;
At length two knights came riding by,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.31r
\N2 Two gallant knights of faire England.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.32
\N1 She fell downe humbly on her knee,
Saying, `Courteous knights, take pittie on me,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.32r
\N2 And I the faire f+lower of Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.33
\N1 `I have offended my father deere,
And by a false knight that brought me heere,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.33r
\N2 From the good Earle of Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9A.34
\N1 They tooke her up behind them then,
And brought her to her father\'s againe,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.34r
\N2 And he the good Earle of Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9A.35
\N1 All you faire maidens be warned by me,
Scots were never true, nor never will be,
\SBALLADS Child 9A.35r
\N2 To lord, nor lady, nor faire England.
\LBALLADS Child 9B.1
\N1 THE provost\'s daughter went out a walking,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.1r
\N1 A may\'s love whiles is easy won
\SBALLADS Child 9B.1
\N2 She heard a poor prisoner making his moan,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.1r
\N2 And she was the fair f+lower of Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9B.2
\N1 `If any lady would borrow me
\SBALLADS Child 9B.2r
\N1 Out into the prison strong,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.2
\N2 I would make her a lady of high degree,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.2r
\N2 For I am a great lord in fair Scotland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9B.3
\N1 She\'s done her to her father\'s bed-stock,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.3r
\N1 A may\'s love whiles is easy won
\SBALLADS Child 9B.3
\N2 She\'s stolen the keys o many braw lock,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.3r
\N2 And she\'s loosd him out o the prison strong.
\SBALLADS Child 9B.4
\N1 She\'s done her to her father\'s stable,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.4r
\N1 A may\'s love whiles is easy won
\SBALLADS Child 9B.4
\N2 She\'s taen out a steed that was both swift and able,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.4r
\N2 To carry them both to fair Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 9B.5
\N1 O when they came to the Scottish cross,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.5r
\N1 A may\'s whiles is easy won
\SBALLADS Child 9B.5
\N2 `Ye brazen-faced whore, light off o my horse,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.5r
\N2 And go get you back to Northumberland!'
\SBALLADS Child 9B.6
\N1 O when they came to the Scottish moor,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.6r
\N1 A may\'s love whiles is easy won
\SBALLADS Child 9B.6
\N2 `Get off o my horse, you\'re a brazen-faced whore,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.6r
\N2 So go get you back to Northumberland!'
\SBALLADS Child 9B.7
\N1 `O pity on me, O pity,' said she,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.7r
\N1 `O that my love was so easy won!
\SBALLADS Child 9B.7
\N2 Have pity on me as I had upon thee,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.7r
\N2 When I loosd you out of the prison strong.'
\SBALLADS Child 9B.8
\N1 `O how can I have pity on thee?
\SBALLADS Child 9B.8r
\N1 O why was your love so easy won!
\SBALLADS Child 9B.8
\N2 When I have a wife and children three
\SBALLADS Child 9B.8r
\N2 More worthy than a\' Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9B.9
\N1 `Cook in your kitchen I will be,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.9r
\N1 O that my love was so easy won!
\SBALLADS Child 9B.9
\N2 And serve your lady most reverently,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.9r
\N2 For I darena go back to Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9B.10
\N1 `Cook in my kitchen you shall not be,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.10r
\N1 Why was your love so easy won!
\SBALLADS Child 9B.10
\N2 For I will have no such servants as thee,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.10r
\N2 So get you back to Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9B.11
\N1 But laith was he the lassie to tyne,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.11r
\N1 A may\'s love whiles is easy won
\SBALLADS Child 9B.11
\N2 He\'s hired an old horse and feed an old man,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.11r
\N2 To carry her back to Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9B.12
\N1 O when she came her father before,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.12r
\N1 A may\'s love whiles is easy won
\SBALLADS Child 9B.12
\N2 She fell down on her knees so low
\SBALLADS Child 9B.12r
\N2 For she was the fair f+lower of Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9B.13
\N1 `O daughter, O daughter, why was ye so bold,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.13r
\N1 Or why was your love so easy won,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.13
\N2 To be a Scottish whore in your f+ifteen year old?
\SBALLADS Child 9B.13r
\N2 And you the fair f+lower of Northumberland!'
\SBALLADS Child 9B.14
\N1 Her mother she gently on her did smile,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.14r
\N1 O that her love was so easy won!
\SBALLADS Child 9B.14
\N2 `She is not the f+irst that the Scotts have beguild,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.14r
\N2 But she\'s still the fair f+lower of Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9B.15
\N1 `She shanna want gold, she shanna want fee,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.15r
\N1 Altho that her love was so easy won,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.15
\N2 She shanna want gold to gain a man wi,
\SBALLADS Child 9B.15r
\N2 And she\'s still the fair f+lower of Northumberland.'
\LBALLADS Child 9C.1
\N1 AS I went by a jail-house door,
\SBALLADS Child 9C.1r
\N1 Maid\'s love whiles is easy won
\SBALLADS Child 9C.1
\N2 I saw a prisoner standing there,
\SBALLADS Child 9C.1r
\N2 `I wish I were home in fair Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 9C.2
\N1 `Fair maid, will you pity me?
Ye\'ll steal the keys, let me gae free:
\SBALLADS Child 9C.2r
\N2 I\'ll make you my lady in fair Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 9C.3
\N1 `I\'m sure you have no need of me,
For ye have a wife and bairns three,
\SBALLADS Child 9C.3r
\N2 That lives at home in fair Scotland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9C.4
\N1 He swore by him that was crownd with thorn,
That he never had a wife since the day he was born,
\SBALLADS Child 9C.4r
\N2 But livd a free lord in fair Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 9C.5
\N1 She went unto her father\'s bed-head,
She\'s stown the key o mony a lock,
\SBALLADS Child 9C.5r
\N2 She\'s let him out o prison strong.
\SBALLADS Child 9C.6
\N1 She\'s went to her father\'s stable,
She\'s stown a steed baith wight and able,
\SBALLADS Child 9C.6r
\N2 To carry them on to fair Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 9C.7
\N1 They rode till they came to a muir,
He bade her light aff, they\'d call her a whore,
\SBALLADS Child 9C.7r
\N2 If she didna return to Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9C.8
\N1 They rode till they came to a moss,
He bade her light aff her father\'s best horse,
\SBALLADS Child 9C.8r
\N2 And return her again to Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9C.9
\N1 `I\'m sure I have no need of thee,
When I have a wife and bairns three,
\SBALLADS Child 9C.9r
\N2 That lives at home in fair Scotland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9C.10
\N1 `I\'ll be cook in your kitchen,
And serve your lady handsomelie,
\SBALLADS Child 9C.10r
\N2 For I darena gae back to Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9C.11
\N1 `Ye cannot be cook in my kitchen,
My lady cannot fa sic servants as thee,
\SBALLADS Child 9C.11r
\N2 So ye\'ll return again to Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9C.12
\N1 When she went thro her father\'s ha,
She looted her low amongst them a\',
\SBALLADS Child 9C.12r
\N2 She was the fair f+lower o Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9C.13
\N1 Out spake her father, he spake bold,
`How could ye be a whore in f+ifteen years old,
\SBALLADS Child 9C.13r
\N2 And you the f+lower of Northumberland?'
\SBALLADS Child 9C.14
\N1 Out spake her mother, she spake wi a smile,
`She\'s nae the f+irst his coat did beguile,
\SBALLADS Child 9C.14r
\N2 Ye\'re welcome again to Northumberland.'
\LBALLADS Child 9D.1
\N1 SHE\R\'\rS gane down to her father\'s stable,
\SBALLADS Child 9D.1r
\N1 O my dear, and my love that she wan
\SBALLADS Child 9D.1
\N2 She\'s taen out a black steed baith sturdy and able,
\SBALLADS Child 9D.1r
\N2 And she\'s away to fair Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 9D.2
\N1 When they came to Scotland bridge,
`Light off, you whore, from my black steed,
\SBALLADS Child 9D.2r
\N2 And go your ways back to Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9D.3
\N1 `O take me by the body so meek,
And throw me in the water so deep,
\SBALLADS Child 9D.3r
\N2 For I daurna gae back to Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9D.4
\N1 `I\'ll no take thee by the body so meek,
Nor throw thee in the water so deep;
\SBALLADS Child 9D.4r
\N2 Thou may go thy ways back to Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9D.5
\N1 `Take me by the body so small,
And throw me in yon bonny mill-dam,
\SBALLADS Child 9D.5r
\N2 For I daurna gae back to Northumberland.'
\LBALLADS Child 9E.1
\N1 A BAILIFF\R\'\rS fair daughter, she lived by the Aln,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.1r
\N1 A young maid\'s love is easily won
\SBALLADS Child 9E.1
\N2 She heard a poor prisoner making his moan,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.1r
\N2 And she was the f+lower of Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9E.2
\N1 `If ye could love me, as I do love thee,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.2r
\N1 A young maid\'s love is hard to win
\SBALLADS Child 9E.2
\N2 I\'ll make you a lady of high degree,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.2r
\N2 When once we go down to fair Scotland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9E.3
\N1 To think of the prisoner her heart was sore,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.3r
\N1 A young maid\'s love is easily won
\SBALLADS Child 9E.3
\N2 Her love it was much, but her pity was more,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.3r
\N2 And she, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 9E.4
\N1 She stole from her father\'s pillow the key,
And out of the dungeon she soon set him free,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.4r
\N2 And she, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 9E.5
\N1 She led him into her father\'s stable,
And they\'ve taken a steed both gallant and able,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.5r
\N2 To carry them down to fair Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 9E.6
\N1 When they f+irst took the way, it was darling and dear;
As forward they fared, all changed was his cheer,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.6r
\N2 And she, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 9E.7
\N1 They rode till they came to a fair Scottish corse;
Says he, `Now, pray madam, dismount from my horse,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.7r
\N2 And go get you back to Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9E.8
\N1 `It bef+its not to ride with a leman light,
When awaits my returning my own lady bright,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.8r
\N2 My own wedded wife in fair Scotland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9E.9
\N1 The words that he said on her fond heart smote,
She knew not in sooth if she lived or not,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.9r
\N2 And she, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 9E.10
\N1 She looked to his face, and it kythed so unkind
That her fast coming tears soon rendered her blind,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.10r
\N2 And she, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 9E.11
\N1 `Have pity on me as I had it on thee,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.11r
\N1 O why was my love so easily won!
\SBALLADS Child 9E.11
\N2 A slave in your kitchen I\'m willing to be,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.11r
\N2 But I may not go back to Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9E.12
\N1 `Or carry me up by the middle sae sma,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.12r
\N1 O why was my love so easily won!
\SBALLADS Child 9E.12
\N2 And f+ling me headlong from your high castle wa,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.12r
\N2 For I dare not go back to Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9E.13
\N1 Her wailing, her woe, for nothing they went,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.13r
\N1 A young maid\'s love is easily won
\SBALLADS Child 9E.13
\N2 His bosom was stone and he would not relent,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.13r
\N2 And she, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 9E.14
\N1 He turned him around and he thought of a plan,
He bought an old horse and he hired an old man,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.14r
\N2 To carry her back to Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9E.15
\N1 A heavy heart makes a weary way,
She reached her home in the evening gray,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.15r
\N2 And she, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 9E.16
\N1 And all as she stood at her father\'s tower-gate,
More loud beat her heart than her knock thereat,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.16r
\N2 And she, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 9E.17
\N1 Down came her step-dame, so rugged and doure,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.17r
\N1 O why was your love so easily won!
\SBALLADS Child 9E.17
\N2 `In Scotland go back to your false paramour,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.17r
\N2 For you shall not stay here in Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9E.18
\N1 Down came her father, he saw her and smiled,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.18r
\N1 A young maid\'s love is easily won
\SBALLADS Child 9E.18
\N2 `You are not the f+irst that false Scots have beguiled,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.18r
\N2 And ye\'re aye welcome back to Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9E.19
\N1 `You shall not want houses, you shall not want land,
You shall not want gold for to gain a husband,
\SBALLADS Child 9E.19r
\N2 And ye\'re aye welcome back to Northumberland.'
\LBALLADS Child 9[F.1]
* * * * *
\N1 She stole the keys from her father\'s bed-head,
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.1r]
\N1 O but her love it was easy won!
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.1]
\N2 She opened the gates, she opened them wide,
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.1r]
\N2 She let him out o the prison strong.
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.2]
\N1 She went into her father\'s stable,
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.2r]
\N1 O but her love it was easy won!
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.2]
\N2 She stole a steed that was both stout and strong,
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.2r]
\N2 To carry him hame frae Northumberland.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.3]
\N1 `I\'ll be cook in your kitchen,
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.3r]
\N1 Noo sure my love has been easy won!
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.3]
\N2 I\'ll serve your own lady with hat an with hand,
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.3r]
\N2 For I daurna gae back to Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.4]
\N1 `I need nae cook in my kitchin,
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.4r]
\N1 O but your love it was easy won!
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.4]
\N2 Ye\'ll serve not my lady with hat or with hand,
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.4r]
\N2 For ye maun gae back to Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.5]
\N1 When she gaed hame, how her father did ban!
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.5r]
\N1 `O but your love it was easy won!
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.5]
\N2 A fair Scottish girl, not sixteen years old,
\SBALLADS Child 9[F.5r]
\N2 Was once the fair f+lower o Northumberland!'
\LBALLADS Child 9[G.1]
\N1 `Why, fair maid, have pity on me,'
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.1r]
\N1 Waly\'s my love wi the life that she wan
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.1]
\N2 `For I am bound in prison strong,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.1r]
\N2 And under the heir o Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.2]
\N1 `How can I have pity on thee,'
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.2r]
\N1 Waly\'s my love, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.2]
\N2 `When thou hast a wife and children three,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.2r]
\N2 All dwelling at home in fair Scotland?'
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.3]
\N1 Now he has sworn a solemn oath,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.3r]
\N1 An it was by eternity,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.3]
\N2 That wife and children he had none,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.3r]
\N2 All dwelling at home in fair Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.4]
\N1 Now she\'s gone to her father\'s bedstock,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.4r]
\N1 Waly\'s my love, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.4]
\N2 And has stolen the key of the dungeon-lock,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.4r]
\N2 And she the great heir o Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.5]
\N1 And she\'s gone to her father\'s chest,
She has stolen away a suit of the best,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.5r]
\N2 Altho she was heir o Northumberland.
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.6]
\N1 Now she\'s gone to her father\'s coffer,
And has taen out gold nane kens how meickle,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.6r]
\N2 Altho she, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.7]
\N1 She\'s gane to her father\'s stable,
And taen out a steed baith lusty and able,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.7r]
\N2 For a\' she was heir, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.8]
\N1 The rade till they came to Crafurdmoor,
He bade her light down for an English whore,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.8r]
\N2 Altho she, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.9]
\N1 The rade till the came to the water o Clyde,
He bade her light down, nae farer she should ride,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.9r]
\N2 `For now I am at hame in fair Scotland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.10]
\N1 `Yonder view my castle,' said he;
`There I hae a wife and children three,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.10r]
\N2 All dwelling at home,' etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.11]
\N1 `O take me by the middle sae sma
And thro me oer your castle-wa,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.11r]
\N2 For I darena gang hame to Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.12]
\N1 When she came to her father\'s yett,
She durst hardly rapp thereat,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.12r]
\N2 Altho she was, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.13]
\N1 Out then spoke her stepmother sour,
She bad her pack off for an impudent whore,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.13r]
\N2 `For thou shalt not be heir o Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.14]
\N1 Out then spock her bastard brother;
`She\'ll hae nae mair grace than God has gien her,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.14r]
\N2 And she shall be heir o Northumberland.'
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.15]
\N1 Out and spoke her father sae mild,
`She\'s no the f+irst maid a false Scot has beguild,
\SBALLADS Child 9[G.15r]
\N2 And she shall be,' etc\.
\LBALLADS Child 10A.1
\N1 THERE were two sisters, they went playing,
\SBALLADS Child 10A.1r
\N1 With a hie downe downe a downe-a
\SBALLADS Child 10A.1
\N2 To see their father\'s ships come sayling in.
\SBALLADS Child 10A.1r
\N2 With a hy downe downe a downe-a
\SBALLADS Child 10A.2
\N1 And when they came unto the sea-brym,
The elder did push the younger in.
\SBALLADS Child 10A.3
\N1 `O sister, O sister, take me by the gowne,
And drawe me up upon the dry ground.'
\SBALLADS Child 10A.4
\N1 `O sister, O sister, that may not bee,
Till salt and oatmeale grow both of a tree.'
\SBALLADS Child 10A.5
\N1 Somtymes she sanke, somtymes she swam,
Until she came unto the mill-dam.
\SBALLADS Child 10A.6
\N1 The miller runne hastily downe the cliffe,
And up he betook her withouten her life.
\SBALLADS Child 10A.7
\N1 What did he doe with her brest-bone?
He made him a violl to play thereupon.
\SBALLADS Child 10A.8
\N1 What did he doe with her f+ingers so small?
He made him peggs to his violl withall.
\SBALLADS Child 10A.9
\N1 What did he doe with her nose-ridge?
Unto his violl he made him a bridge.
\SBALLADS Child 10A.10
\N1 What did he doe with her veynes so blew?
He made him strings to his violl thereto.
\SBALLADS Child 10A.11
\N1 What did he doe with her eyes so bright?
Upon his violl he played at f+irst sight.
\SBALLADS Child 10A.12
\N1 What did he doe with her tongue so rough?
Unto the violl it spake enough.
\SBALLADS Child 10A.13
\N1 What did he doe with her two shinnes?
Unto the violl they danc\'d Moll Syms.
\SBALLADS Child 10A.14
\N1 Then bespake the treble string,
`O yonder is my father the king.'
\SBALLADS Child 10A.15
\N1 Then bespake the second string,
`O yonder sitts my mother the queen.'
\SBALLADS Child 10A.16
\N1 And then bespake the strings all three,
`O yonder is my sister that drowned mee.'
\SBALLADS Child 10A.17
\N1 `Now pay the miller for his payne,
And let him bee gone in the divel\'s name.'
\LBALLADS Child 10B.1
\N1 THERE was twa sisters in a bowr,
\SBALLADS Child 10B.1r
\N1 Edinburgh, Edinburgh
\SBALLADS Child 10B.1
\N2 There was twa sisters in a bowr,
\SBALLADS Child 10B.1r
\N2 Stirling for ay
\SBALLADS Child 10B.1
\N3 There was twa sisters in a bowr,
There came a knight to be their wooer.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.1r
\N3 Bonny Saint Johnston stands upon Tay
\SBALLADS Child 10B.2
\N1 He courted the eldest wi glove an ring,
But he lovd the youngest above a\' thing.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.3
\N1 He courted the eldest wi brotch an knife,
But lovd the youngest as his life.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.4
\N1 The eldest she was vexed sair,
An much envi\'d her sister fair.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.5
\N1 Into her bowr she could not rest,
Wi grief an spite she almos brast.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.6
\N1 Upon a morning fair an clear,
She cried upon her sister dear:
\SBALLADS Child 10B.7
\N1 `O sister, come to yon sea stran,
An see our father\'s ships come to lan.'
\SBALLADS Child 10B.8
\N1 She\'s taen her by the milk-white han,
An led her down to yon sea stran.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.9
\N1 The younges<t] stood upon a stane,
The eldest came an threw her in.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.10
\N1 She tooke her by the middle sma,
An dashd her bonny back to the jaw.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.11
\N1 `O sister, sister, tak my han,
An Ise mack you heir to a\' my lan.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.12
\N1 `O sister, sister, tak my middle,
An yes get my goud and my gouden girdle.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.13
\N1 `O sister, sister, save my life,
\N2 An I swear Ise never be nae man\'s wife.'
\SBALLADS Child 10B.14
\N1 `Foul fa the han that I should tacke,
It twin\'d me an my wardles make.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.15
\N1 `Your cherry cheeks an yallow hair
Gars me gae maiden for evermair.'
\SBALLADS Child 10B.16
\N1 Sometimes she sank, an sometimes she swam,
Till she came down yon bonny mill-dam.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.17
\N1 O out it came the miller\'s son,
An saw the fair maid swimmin in.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.18
\N1 `O father, father, draw your dam,
Here\'s either a mermaid or a swan.'
\SBALLADS Child 10B.19
\N1 The miller quickly drew the dam,
An there he found a drownd woman.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.20
\N1 You coudna see her yallow hair
For gold and pearle that were so rare.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.21
\N1 You coudna see her middle sma
For gouden girdle that was sae braw.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.22
\N1 You coudna see her f+ingers white,
For gouden rings that was sae gryte.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.23
\N1 An by there came a harper f+ine,
That harped to the king at dine.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.24
\N1 When he did look that lady upon,
He sighd and made a heavy moan.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.25
\N1 He\'s taen three locks o her yallow hair,
An wi them strung his harp sae fair.
\SBALLADS Child 10B.26
\N1 The f+irst tune he did play and sing,
Was, `Farewell to my father the king.'
\SBALLADS Child 10B.27
\N1 The nextin tune that he playd syne,
Was, `Farewell to my mother the queen.'
\SBALLADS Child 10B.28
\N1 The lasten tune that he playd then,
Was, `Wae to my sister, fair Ellen.'
\LBALLADS Child 10C.1
\N1 THERE were two sisters sat in a bour;
\SBALLADS Child 10C.1r
\N1 Binnorie, O Binnorie
\SBALLADS Child 10C.1
\N2 There came a knight to be their wooer.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.1r
\N2 By the bonny mill-dams of Binnorie
\SBALLADS Child 10C.2
\N1 He courted the eldest with glove and ring,
But he loed the youngest aboon a\' thing.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.3
\N1 He courted the eldest with broach and knife,
But he loed the youngest aboon his life.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.4
\N1 The eldest she was vexed sair,
And sore envied her sister fair.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.5
\N1 The eldest said to the youngest ane,
`Will ye go and see our father\'s ships come in?'
\SBALLADS Child 10C.6
\N1 She\'s taen her by the lilly hand,
And led her down to the river strand.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.7
\N1 The youngest stude upon a stane,
The eldest came and pushed her in.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.8
\N1 She took her by the middle sma,
And dashed her bonnie back to the jaw.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.9
\N1 `O sister, sister, reach your hand,
And ye shall be heir of half my land.'
\SBALLADS Child 10C.10
\N1 `O sister, I\'ll not reach my hand,
And I\'ll be heir of all your land.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.11
\N1 `Shame fa the hand that I should take,
It\'s twin\'d me and my world\'s make.'
\SBALLADS Child 10C.12
\N1 `O sister, reach me but your glove,
And sweet William shall be your love.'
\SBALLADS Child 10C.13
\N1 `Sink on, nor hope for hand or glove,
And sweet William shall better be my love.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.14
\N1 `Your cherry cheeks and your yellow hair
Garrd me gang maiden evermair.'
\SBALLADS Child 10C.15
\N1 Sometimes she sunk, and sometimes she swam,
Until she came to the miller\'s dam.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.16
\N1 `O father, father, draw your dam,
There\'s either a mermaid or a milk-white swan.'
\SBALLADS Child 10C.17
\N1 The miller hasted and drew his dam,
And there he found a drowned woman.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.18
\N1 You could not see her yellow hair,
For gowd and pearls that were sae rare.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.19
\N1 You could na see her middle sma,
Her gowden girdle was sae bra.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.20
\N1 A famous harper passing by,
The sweet pale face he chanced to spy.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.21
\N1 And when he looked that ladye on,
He sighed and made a heavy moan.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.22
\N1 He made a harp of her breast-bone,
Whose sounds would melt a heart of stone.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.23
\N1 The strings he framed of her yellow hair,
Whose notes made sad the listening ear.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.24
\N1 He brought it to her father\'s hall,
And there was the court assembled all.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.25
\N1 He laid this harp upon a stone,
And straight it began to play alone.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.26
\N1 `O yonder sits my father, the king,
And yonder sits my mother, the queen.
\SBALLADS Child 10C.27
\N1 `And yonder stands my brother Hugh,
And by him my William, sweet and true.'
\SBALLADS Child 10C.28
\N1 But the last tune that the harp playd then,
Was `Woe to my sister, false Helen!'
\LBALLADS Child 10D.1
\N1 THERE lived three sisters in a bouer,
\SBALLADS Child 10D.1r
\N1 Edinbruch, Edinbruch
\SBALLADS Child 10D.1
\N2 There lived three sisters in a bouer,
\SBALLADS Child 10D.1r
\N2 Stirling for aye
\SBALLADS Child 10D.1
\N3 There lived three sisters in a bouer,
The youngest was the sweetest f+lowr.
\SBALLADS Child 10D.1r
\N3 Bonnie St Johnston stands upon Tay
\SBALLADS Child 10D.2
\N1 There cam a knicht to see them a\',
And on the youngest his love did fa.
\SBALLADS Child 10D.3
\N1 He brought the eldest ring and glove,
But the youngest was his ain true-love.
\SBALLADS Child 10D.4
\N1 He brought the second sheath and knife,
But the youngest was to be his wife.
\SBALLADS Child 10D.5
\N1 The eldest sister said to the youngest ane,
`Will ye go and see our father\'s ships come in?'
\SBALLADS Child 10D.6
\N1 And as they walked by the linn,
The eldest dang the youngest in.
\SBALLADS Child 10D.7
\N1 `O sister, sister, tak my hand,
And ye\'ll be heir to a\' my land.'
\SBALLADS Child 10D.8
\N1 `Foul fa the hand that I wad take,
To twin me o my warld\'s make.'
\SBALLADS Child 10D.9
\N1 `O sister, sister, tak my glove,
And yese get Willie, my true-love.'
\SBALLADS Child 10D.10
\N1 `Sister, sister, I\'ll na tak your glove,
For I\'ll get Willie, your true-love.'
\SBALLADS Child 10D.11
\N1 Aye she swittert, and aye she swam,
Till she cam to yon bonnie mill-dam.
\SBALLADS Child 10D.12
\N1 The miller\'s dochter cam out wi speed,
It was for water, to bake her bread.
\SBALLADS Child 10D.13
\N1 `O father, father, gae slack your dam;
There\'s in\'t a lady or a milk-white swan.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 10D.14
\N1 They could na see her coal-black eyes
For her yellow locks hang oure her brees.
\SBALLADS Child 10D.15
\N1 They could na see her weel-made middle
For her braid gowden girdle.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 10D.16
\N1 And by there cam an auld blind f+iddler,
And took three tets o her bonnie yellow hair.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 10D.17
\N1 The f+irst spring that the bonnie f+iddle playd,
`Hang my cruel sister, Alison,' it said.
\LBALLADS Child 10E.1
\N1 THERE livd twa sisters in a bower,
\SBALLADS Child 10E.1r
\N1 Hey Edinbruch, how Edinbruch!
\SBALLADS Child 10E.1
\N2 There lived twa sisters in a bower,
\SBALLADS Child 10E.1r
\N2 Stirling for aye!
\SBALLADS Child 10E.1
\N3 The youngest o them O she was a f+lower!
\SBALLADS Child 10E.1r
\N3 Bonny Sanct Johnstoune that stands upon Tay!
\SBALLADS Child 10E.2
\N1 There cam a squire frae the west,
He loed them baith, but the youngest best.
\SBALLADS Child 10E.3
\N1 He gied the eldest a gay gold ring,
But he loed the youngest aboon a\' thing.
\SBALLADS Child 10E.4
\N1 `O sister, sister, will ye go to the sea?
Our father\'s ships sail bonnilie.'
\SBALLADS Child 10E.5
\N1 The youngest sat down upon a stane;
The eldest shot the youngest in.
\SBALLADS Child 10E.6
\N1 `O sister, sister, lend me your hand,
And you shall hae my gouden fan.
\SBALLADS Child 10E.7
\N1 `O sister, sister, save my life,
And ye shall be the squire\'s wife.'
\SBALLADS Child 10E.8
\N1 First she sank, and then she swam,
Untill she cam to Tweed mill-dam.
\SBALLADS Child 10E.9
\N1 The millar\'s daughter was baking bread,
She went for water, as she had need.
\SBALLADS Child 10E.10
\N1 `O father, father, in our mill-dam
There\'s either a lady, or a milk-white swan.'
\SBALLADS Child 10E.11
\N1 They could nae see her f+ingers small,
Wi diamond rings they were coverd all.
\SBALLADS Child 10E.12
\N1 They could nae see her yellow hair,
Sae mony knots and platts were there.
\SBALLADS Child 10E.13
\N1 They could nae see her lilly feet,
Her gowden fringes war sae deep.
\SBALLADS Child 10E.14
\N1 Bye there cam a f+iddler fair,
And he\'s taen three taits o her yellow hair.
\LBALLADS Child 10F.1
\N1 THERE was two ladies livd in a bower,
\SBALLADS Child 10F.1r
\N1 Hey with a gay and a grinding O
\SBALLADS Child 10F.1
\N2 The youngest o them was the fairest f+lower
\SBALLADS Child 10F.1r
\N2 About a\' the bonny bows o London.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.2
\N1 There was two ladies livd in a bower,
An wooer unto the youngest did go.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.3
\N1 The oldest one to the youngest did say,
`Will ye take a walk with me today,
\SBALLADS Child 10F.3r
\N2 And we\'ll view the bonny bows o London.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.4
\N1 `Thou\'ll set thy foot whare I set mine,
Thou\'ll set thy foot upon this stane.'
\SBALLADS Child 10F.5
\N1 `I\'ll set my foot where thou sets thine:'
The old sister dang the youngest in,
\SBALLADS Child 10F.5r
\N2 At, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.6
\N1 `O sister dear, come tak my hand,
Take my life safe to dry land,'
\SBALLADS Child 10F.6r
\N2 At, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.7
\N1 `It\'s neer by my hand thy hand sall come in,
It\'s neer by my hand thy hand sall come in,
\SBALLADS Child 10F.7r
\N2 At, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.8
\N1 `It\'s thy cherry cheeks and thy white briest bane
Gars me set a maid owre lang at hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 10F.9
\N1 She clasped her hand<s] about a brume rute,
But her cruel sister she lowsed them out.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.10
\N1 Sometimes she sank, and sometimes she swam,
Till she cam to the miller\'s dam.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.11
\N1 The miller\'s bairns has muckle need,
They were bearing in water to bake some breid.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.12
\N1 Says, `Father, dear father, in our mill-dam,
It\'s either a fair maid or a milk-white swan.'
\SBALLADS Child 10F.13
\N1 The miller he\'s spared nae his hose nor his shoon
Till he brocht this lady till dry land.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.14
\N1 I wad he saw na a bit o her feet,
Her silver slippers were made so neat.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.15
\N1 I wad he saw na a bit o her skin,
For ribbons there was mony a ane.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.16
\N1 He laid her on a brume buss to dry,
To see wha was the f+irst wad pass her by.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.17
\N1 Her ain father\'s herd was the f+irst man
That by this lady gay did gang.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.18
\N1 He\'s taen three links of her yellow hair,
And made it a string to his f+iddle there.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.19
\N1 He\'s cut her f+ingers long and small
To be f+iddle-pins that neer might fail.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.20
\N1 The very f+irst spring that the f+iddle did play,
`Hang my auld sister,' I wad it did say.
\SBALLADS Child 10F.21
\N1 `For she drowned me in yonder sea,
God neer let her rest till she shall die,'
\SBALLADS Child 10F.21r
\N2 At the bonny bows o London.
\LBALLADS Child 10G.1
\N1 THERE were three sisters lived in a bouir,
\SBALLADS Child 10G.1r
\N1 Hech, hey, my Nannie O
\SBALLADS Child 10G.1
\N2 And the youngest was the fairest f+louir.
\SBALLADS Child 10G.1r
\N2 And the swan swims bonnie O
\SBALLADS Child 10G.2
\N1 `O sister, sister, gang down to yon sand,
And see your father\'s ships coming to dry land.'
\SBALLADS Child 10G.3
\N1 O they have gane down to yonder sand,
To see their father\'s ships coming to dry land.
\SBALLADS Child 10G.4
\N1 `Gae set your f+it on yonder stane,
Till I tye up your silken goun.'
\SBALLADS Child 10G.5
\N1 She set her f+it on yonder stane,
And the auldest drave the youngest in.
\SBALLADS Child 10G.6
\N1 `O sister, sister, tak me by the hand,
And ye\'ll get a\' my father\'s land.
\SBALLADS Child 10G.7
\N1 `O sister, sister, tak me by the gluve,
An ye\'ll get Willy, my true luve.'
\SBALLADS Child 10G.8
\N1 She had a switch into her hand,
And ay she drave her frae the land.
\SBALLADS Child 10G.9
\N1 O whiles she sunk, and whiles she swam,
Until she swam to the miller\'s dam.
\SBALLADS Child 10G.10
\N1 The miller\'s daughter gade doun to Tweed,
To carry water to bake her bread.
\SBALLADS Child 10G.11
\N1 `O father, O father, what\'s yon in the dam?
It\'s either a maid or a milk-white swan.'
\SBALLADS Child 10G.12
\N1 They have tane her out till yonder thorn,
And she has lain till Monday morn.
\SBALLADS Child 10G.13
\N1 She hadna, hadna twa days lain,
Till by there came a harper f+ine.
\SBALLADS Child 10G.14
\N1 He made a harp o her breast-bane,
That he might play forever thereon.
\LBALLADS Child 10H.1
\N1 THERE were three sisters lived in a hall,
\SBALLADS Child 10H.1r
\N1 Hey with the gay and the grandeur O
\SBALLADS Child 10H.1
\N2 And there came a lord to court them all.
\SBALLADS Child 10H.1r
\N2 At the bonnie bows o London town.
\SBALLADS Child 10H.2
\N1 He courted the eldest with a penknife,
And he vowed that he would take her life.
\SBALLADS Child 10H.3
\N1 He courted the youngest with a glove,
And he said that he\'d be her true love.
\SBALLADS Child 10H.4
\N1 `O sister, O sister, will you go and take a walk,
And see our father\'s ships how they f+loat?
\SBALLADS Child 10H.5
\N1 `O lean your foot upon the stone,
And wash your hand in that sea-foam.'
\SBALLADS Child 10H.6
\N1 She leaned her foot upon the stone,
But her eldest sister has tumbled her down.
\SBALLADS Child 10H.7
\N1 `O sister, sister, give me your hand,
And I\'ll make you lady of all my land.'
\SBALLADS Child 10H.8
\N1 `O I\'ll not lend to you my hand,
But I\'ll be lady of your land.'
\SBALLADS Child 10H.9
\N1 `O sister, sister, give me your glove,
And I\'ll make you lady of my true love.'
\SBALLADS Child 10H.10
\N1 `It\'s I\'ll not lend to you my glove,
But I\'ll be lady of your true love.'
\SBALLADS Child 10H.11
\N1 Sometimes she sank, and sometimes she swam,
Until she came to a miller\'s dam.
\SBALLADS Child 10H.12
\N1 The miller\'s daughter was coming out wi speed,
For water for to bake some bread.
\SBALLADS Child 10H.13
\N1 `O father, father, stop the dam,
For it\'s either a lady or a milk-white swan.'
\SBALLADS Child 10H.14
\N1 He dragged her out unto the shore,
And stripped her of all she wore.
\SBALLADS Child 10H.15
\N1 By cam a f+iddler, and he was fair,
And he buskit his bow in her bonnie yellow hair.
\N1 By cam her father\'s harper, and he was f+ine,
\SBALLADS Child 10H.16
And he made a harp o her bonny breast-bone.
\SBALLADS Child 10H.17
\N1 When they came to her father\'s court,
The harp [and f+iddle these words] spoke:
\SBALLADS Child 10H.18
\N1 `O God bless my father the king,
And I wish the same to my mother the queen.
\SBALLADS Child 10H.19
\N1 `My sister Jane she tumbled me in,
. . . . .
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 10I.1
\N1 THERE war twa sisters lived in a bouer,
\SBALLADS Child 10I.1r
\N1 Binnorie and Binnorie
\SBALLADS Child 10I.1
\N2 There cam a squire to court them baith.
\SBALLADS Child 10I.1r
\N2 At the bonnie mill-streams o Binnorie
\SBALLADS Child 10I.2
\N1 He courted the eldest with Jewels and rings,
But he lovd the youngest the best of all things.
\SBALLADS Child 10I.3
\N1 He courted the eldest with a penknife,
He lovd the youngest as dear as his life.
\SBALLADS Child 10I.4
\N1 It fell ance upon a day
That these twa sisters hae gane astray.
\SBALLADS Child 10I.5
\N1 It was for to meet their father\'s ships that had come in.
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 10I.6
\N1 As they walked up the linn,
The eldest dang the youngest in.
\SBALLADS Child 10I.7
\N1 `O sister, sister, tak my hand,
And ye\'ll hae Lud John and aw his land.'
\SBALLADS Child 10I.8
\N1 With a silver wand she pushd her in,
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 10I.9
\N1 `O sister, sister, tak my glove,
And ye sall hae my ain true love.'
\SBALLADS Child 10I.10
\N1 The miller\'s dochter cam out wi speed.
It was for a water to bake her bread.
\SBALLADS Child 10I.11
\N1 `O father, father, gae slack your dam;
There\'s either a white f+ish or a swan.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 10I.12
\N1 Bye cam a blind f+iddler that way,
And he took three tets o her bonnie yellow hair.
\SBALLADS Child 10I.13
\N1 And the f+irst spring that he playd,
It said, `It was my sister threw me in.'
\LBALLADS Child 10J.1
\N1 THERE were two ladies playing ball,
\SBALLADS Child 10J.1r
\N1 Hey, ho, my Nannie O
\SBALLADS Child 10J.1
\N2 A great lord came to court them all.
\SBALLADS Child 10J.1r
\N2 The swan she does swim bonnie O
\SBALLADS Child 10J.2
\N1 He gave to the f+irst a golden ring,
He gave to the second a far better thing.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 10J.3
\N1 He made a harp of her breast-bone
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 10J.4
\N1 He set it down upon a stone,
And it began to play its lone.
\LBALLADS Child 10K.1
\N1 `O SISTER, sister, gie me your hand,
\SBALLADS Child 10K.1r
\N1 Binnorie and Binnorie
\SBALLADS Child 10K.1
\N2 And I\'ll give the half of my fallow-land,
\SBALLADS Child 10K.1r
\N2 By the bonnie mill-dams of Binnorie.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 10K.2
\N1 The f+irst time the bonnie f+iddle played,
`Hang my sister, Alison,' it said,
\SBALLADS Child 10K.2r
\N2 `At the bonnie mill-dams of Binnorie.'
\LBALLADS Child 10L.1
\N1 O WAS it eke a pheasant cock,
Or eke a pheasant hen,
Or was it the bodye of a fair ladye,
Come swimming down the stream?
\SBALLADS Child 10L.2
\N1 O it was not a pheasant cock,
Nor eke a pheasant hen,
But it was the bodye of a fair ladye
Came swimming down the stream.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 10L.3
\N1 And what did he do with her fair bodye?
\SBALLADS Child 10L.3r
\N1 Fal the lal the lal laral lody
\SBALLADS Child 10L.3
\N2 He made it a case for his melodye.
\SBALLADS Child 10L.3r
\N2 Fal, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10L.4
\N1 And what did he do with her legs so strong?
He made them a stand for his violon.
\SBALLADS Child 10L.5
\N1 And what did he do with her hair so f+ine?
He made of it strings for his violine.
\SBALLADS Child 10L.6
\N1 And what did he do with her arms so long?
He made them bows for his violon.
\SBALLADS Child 10L.7
\N1 And what did he do with her nose so thin?
He made it a bridge for his violin.
\SBALLADS Child 10L.8
\N1 And what did he do with her eyes so bright?
He made them spectacles to put to his sight.
\SBALLADS Child 10L.9
\N1 And what did he do with her petty toes?
He made them a nosegay to put to his nose.
\LBALLADS Child 10M.1
\N1 THERE lived twa sisters in yonder ha,
\SBALLADS Child 10M.1r
\N1 Bin'orie O an Bin'orie
\SBALLADS Child 10M.1
\N2 They hadna but ae lad atween them twa,
\SBALLADS Child 10M.1r
\N2 He\'s the bonnie miller lad o Bin'orie.
\SBALLADS Child 10M.2
\N1 It fell oot upon a day,
The auldest ane to the youngest did say,
\SBALLADS Child 10M.2r
\N2 At the bonnie mill-dams o Bin'orie,
\SBALLADS Child 10M.3
\N1 `O sister, O sister, will ye go to the dams,
To hear the blackbird thrashin oer his songs?
\SBALLADS Child 10M.3r
\N2 At the,' etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10M.4
\N1 `O sister, O sister, will ye go to the dams,
To see oor father\'s f+ish-boats come safe to dry lan?
\SBALLADS Child 10M.4r
\N2 An the bonnie miller lad o Binorie.'
\SBALLADS Child 10M.5
\N1 They hadna been an oor at the dams,
Till they heard the blackbird thrashin oer his tune,
\SBALLADS Child 10M.5r
\N2 At the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10M.6
\N1 They hadna been an oor at the dams
Till they saw their father\'s f+ish-boats come safe to dry lan,
\SBALLADS Child 10M.6r
\N2 Bat they sawna the bonnie miller laddie.
\SBALLADS Child 10M.7
\N1 They stood baith up upon a stane,
An the eldest ane dang the youngest in,
\SBALLADS Child 10M.7r
\N2 I the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10M.8
\N1 She swam up, an she swam doon,
An she swam back to her sister again,
\SBALLADS Child 10M.8r
\N2 I the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10M.9
\N1 `O sister, O sister, len me your han,
An yes be heir to my true love,
\SBALLADS Child 10M.9r
\N2 He\'s the bonnie miller lad o Binorie.'
\SBALLADS Child 10M.10
\N1 `It was not for that love at I dang you in,
But ye was fair and I was din,
\SBALLADS Child 10M.10r
\N2 And yes droon i the dams o Binorie.'
\SBALLADS Child 10M.11
\N1 The miller\'s daughter she cam oot,
For water to wash her father\'s hans,
\SBALLADS Child 10M.11r
\N2 Frae the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10M.12
\N1 `O father, O father, ye will f+ish your dams,
An ye\'ll get a white f+ish or a swan,
\SBALLADS Child 10M.12r
\N2 I the,' etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10M.13
\N1 They f+ished up and they f+ished doon,
But they got nothing but a droonet woman,
\SBALLADS Child 10M.13r
\N2 I the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10M.14
\N1 Some o them kent by her skin sae fair,
But weel kent he by her bonnie yallow hair
\SBALLADS Child 10M.14r
\N2 She\'s the bonnie miller\'s lass o Binorie.
\SBALLADS Child 10M.15
\N1 Some o them kent by her goons o silk,
But weel kent he by her middle sae jimp,
\SBALLADS Child 10M.15r
\N2 She\'s the bonnie miller\'s lass o Binorie.
\SBALLADS Child 10M.16
\N1 Mony ane was at her oot-takin,
But mony ane mair at her green grave makin,
\SBALLADS Child 10M.16r
\N2 At the bonny mill-dams o Binorie.
\LBALLADS Child 10N.1
\N1 THERE were twa sisters livd in a bouir,
\SBALLADS Child 10N.1r
\N1 Binnorie, O Binnorie
\SBALLADS Child 10N.1
\N2 Their father was a baron of pouir.
\SBALLADS Child 10N.1r
\N2 By the bonnie mildams of Binnorie
\SBALLADS Child 10N.2
\N1 The youngest was meek, and fair as the may
Whan she springs in the east wi the gowden day.
\SBALLADS Child 10N.3
\N1 The eldest austerne as the winter cauld,
Ferce was her saul, and her seiming was bauld.
\SBALLADS Child 10N.4
\N1 A gallant squire can sweet Isabel to wooe;
Her sister had naething to luve I trow.
\SBALLADS Child 10N.5
\N1 But f+illd was she wi dolour and ire,
To see that to her the comlie squire
\SBALLADS Child 10N.6
\N1 Preferd the debonair Isabel:
Their hevin of luve of spyte was her hell.
\SBALLADS Child 10N.7
\N1 Till ae ein she to her sister can say,
`Sweit sister, cum let us wauk and play.'
\SBALLADS Child 10N.8
\N1 They wauked up, and they wauked down,
Sweit sang the birdis in the vallie loun.
\SBALLADS Child 10N.9
\N1 Whan they cam to the roaring lin,
She drave unweiting Isabel in.
\SBALLADS Child 10N.10
\N1 `O sister, sister, tak my hand,
And ye sall hae my silver fan.
\SBALLADS Child 10N.11
\N1 `O sister, sister, tak my middle,
And ye sall hae my gowden girdle.'
\SBALLADS Child 10N.12
\N1 Sumtimes she sank, sumtimes she swam,
Till she cam to the miller\'s dam.
\SBALLADS Child 10N.13
\N1 The miller\'s dochtor was out that ein,
And saw her rowing down the streim.
\SBALLADS Child 10N.14
\N1 `O father deir, in your mil-dam
There is either a lady or a milk-white swan!'
\SBALLADS Child 10N.15
\N1 Twa days were gane, whan to her deir
Her wraith at deid of nicht cold appeir.
\SBALLADS Child 10N.16
\N1 `My luve, my deir, how can ye sleip,
Whan your Isabel lyes in the deip!
\SBALLADS Child 10N.17
\N1 `My deir, how can ye sleip bot pain
Whan she by her cruel sister is slain!'
\SBALLADS Child 10N.18
\N1 Up raise he sune, in frichtfu mude:
`Busk ye, my meiny, and seik the f+lude.'
\SBALLADS Child 10N.19
\N1 They socht her up and they socht her doun,
And spyd at last her glisterin gown.
\SBALLADS Child 10N.20
\N1 They raisd her wi richt meidle care;
Pale was her cheik and grein was her hair.
\LBALLADS Child 10O.1
\N1 THERE were twa sisters in a bower,
\SBALLADS Child 10O.1r
\N1 Hey wi the gay and the grinding
\SBALLADS Child 10O.1
\N2 And ae king\'s son has courted them baith.
\SBALLADS Child 10O.1r
\N2 At the bonny bonny bows o London
\SBALLADS Child 10O.2
\N1 He courted the youngest wi broach and ring,
He courted the eldest wi some other thing.
\SBALLADS Child 10O.3
\N1 It fell ance upon a day
The eldest to the youngest did say,
\SBALLADS Child 10O.4
\N1 `Will ye gae to yon Tweed mill-dam,
And see our father\'s ships come to land?'
\SBALLADS Child 10O.5
\N1 They baith stood up upon a stane,
The eldest dang the youngest in.
\SBALLADS Child 10O.6
\N1 She swimmed up, sae did she down,
Till she came to the Tweed mill-dam.
\SBALLADS Child 10O.7
\N1 The miller\'s servant he came out,
And saw the lady f+loating about.
\SBALLADS Child 10O.8
\N1 `O master, master, set your mill,
There is a f+ish, or a milk-white swan.'
\SBALLADS Child 10O.9
\N1 They could not ken her yellow hair,
[For] the scales o gowd that were laid there.
\SBALLADS Child 10O.10
\N1 They could not ken her f+ingers sae white,
The rings o gowd they were sae bright.
\SBALLADS Child 10O.11
\N1 They could not ken her middle sae jimp,
The stays o gowd were so well laced.
\SBALLADS Child 10O.12
\N1 They could not ken her foot sae fair,
The shoes o gowd they were so rare.
\SBALLADS Child 10O.13
\N1 Her father\'s f+iddler he came by,
Upstarted her ghaist before his eye.
\SBALLADS Child 10O.14
\N1 `Ye\'ll take a lock o my yellow hair,
Ye\'ll make a string to your f+iddle there.
\SBALLADS Child 10O.15
\N1 `Ye\'ll take a lith o my little f+inger bane,
And ye\'ll make a pin to your f+iddle then.'
\SBALLADS Child 10O.16
\N1 He\'s taen a lock o her yellow hair,
And made a string to his f+iddle there.
\SBALLADS Child 10O.17
\N1 He\'s taen a lith o her little f+inger bane,
And he\'s made a pin to his f+iddle then.
\SBALLADS Child 10O.18
\N1 The f+irstand spring the f+iddle did play,
Said, `Ye\'ll drown my sister, as she\'s dune me.'
\LBALLADS Child 10P.1
\N1 THERE were twa ladies in a bower,
\SBALLADS Child 10P.1r
\N1 Hey my bonnie Nannie O
\SBALLADS Child 10P.1
\N2 The old was black and the young ane fair.
\SBALLADS Child 10P.1r
\N2 And the swan swims bonnie O
\SBALLADS Child 10P.2
\N1 Once it happened on a day
The auld ane to the young did say,
\SBALLADS Child 10P.3
\N1 The auld ane to the young did say,
`Will you gae to the green and play?'
\SBALLADS Child 10P.4
\N1 `O sister, sister, I daurna gang,
For fear I f+ile my silver shoon.'
\SBALLADS Child 10P.5
\N1 It was not to the green they gaed,
But it was to the water of Tweed.
\SBALLADS Child 10P.6
\N1 She bowed her back and she\'s taen her on,
And she\'s tumbled her in Tweed mill-dam.
\SBALLADS Child 10P.7
\N1 `O sister, O sister, O tak my hand,
And I\'ll mak you heir of a\' my land.'
\SBALLADS Child 10P.8
\N1 `O sister, O sister, I\'ll no take your hand,
And I\'ll be heir of a\' your land.'
\SBALLADS Child 10P.9
\N1 `O sister, O sister, O tak my thumb,
And I\'ll give you my true-love John.'
\SBALLADS Child 10P.10
\N1 `O sister, O sister, I\'ll no tak your thumb,
And I will get your true-love John.'
\SBALLADS Child 10P.11
\N1 Aye she swattered and aye she swam,
Until she came to the mouth of the dam.
\SBALLADS Child 10P.12
\N1 The miller\'s daughter went out to Tweed,
To get some water to bake her bread.
\SBALLADS Child 10P.13
\N1 In again she quickly ran:
`Here\'s a lady or a swan in our mill-dam.'
\SBALLADS Child 10P.14
\N1 Out went the miller and his man
And took the lady out of the dam.
\SBALLADS Child 10P.15
\N1 They laid her on the brae to dry;
Her father\'s f+iddler then rode by.
\SBALLADS Child 10P.16
\N1 When he this lady did come near,
Her ghost to him then did appear.
\SBALLADS Child 10P.17
\N1 `When you go to my father the king,
You\'ll tell him to burn my sister Jean.
\SBALLADS Child 10P.18
\N1 `When you go to my father\'s gate,
You\'ll play a spring for fair Ellen\'s sake.
\SBALLADS Child 10P.19
\N1 `You\'ll tak three links of my yellow hair,
And play a spring for evermair.'
\LBALLADS Child 10Q.1
\N1 THERE dwelt twa sisters in a bower,
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.1r
\N1 Oh and ohone, and ohone and aree!
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.1
\N2 And the youngest she was the fairest f+lower.
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.1r
\N2 On the banks of the Banna, ohone and aree!
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.2
\N1 There cam a knight to court the twa,
But on the youngest his love did fa.
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.3
\N1 He courted the eldest with ring and wi glove,
But he gave the youngest all his love.
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.4
\N1 He courted the eldest with brooch and wi knife,
But he loved the youngest as his life.
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.5
\N1 `O sister, O sister, will ye come to the stream,
To see our father\'s ships come in?'
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.6
\N1 The youngest stood upon a stane,
Her sister came and pusht her in.
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.7
\N1 `O sister, O sister, come reach me your hand,
And ye shall hae all our father\'s land.
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.8
\N1 `O sister, O sister, come reach me your glove,
And you shall hae William to be your true love.'
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.9
\N1 `I did not put you in with the design
Just for to pull you out again.'
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.10
\N1 Some time she sank, some time she swam,
Until she came to a miller\'s dam.
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.11
\N1 The miller\'s daughter dwelt on the Tweed,
She went for water to bake her bread.
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.12
\N1 `O faither, faither, come drag me your dam,
For there\'s aither a lady in\'t, or a milk-white swan.'
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.13
\N1 The miller went, and he dragd his dam,
And he brought her fair body to lan.
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.14
\N1 They couldna see her waist sae sma
For the goud and silk about it a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.15
\N1 They couldna see her yallow hair
For the pearls and jewels that were there.
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.16
\N1 Then up and spak her ghaist sae green,
`Do ye no ken the king\'s dochter Jean?
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.17
\N1 `Tak my respects to my father the king,
And likewise to my mother the queen.
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.18
\N1 `Tak my respects to my true love William,
Tell him I deid for the love of him.
\SBALLADS Child 10Q.19
\N1 `Carry him a lock of my yallow hair,
To bind his heart for evermair.'
\LBALLADS Child 10R.1
\N1 THERE was a king of the north countree,
\SBALLADS Child 10R.1r
\N1 Bow down, bow down, bow down
\SBALLADS Child 10R.1
\N2 There was a king of the north countree,
And he had daughters one, two, three.
\SBALLADS Child 10R.1r
\N2 I\'ll be true to my love, and my love\'ll be true to me
\SBALLADS Child 10R.2
\N1 To the eldest he gave a beaver hat,
And the youngest she thought much of that.
\SBALLADS Child 10R.3
\N1 To the youngest he gave a gay gold chain,
And the eldest she thought much of the same.
\SBALLADS Child 10R.4
\N1 These sisters were walking on the bryn,
And the elder pushed the younger in.
\SBALLADS Child 10R.5
\N1 `Oh sister, oh sister, oh lend me your hand,
And I will give you both houses and land.'
\SBALLADS Child 10R.6
\N1 `I\'ll neither give you my hand nor glove,
Unless you give me your true love.'
\SBALLADS Child 10R.7
\N1 Away she sank, away she swam,
Until she came to a miller\'s dam.
\SBALLADS Child 10R.8
\N1 The miller and daughter stood at the door,
And watched her f+loating down the shore.
\SBALLADS Child 10R.9
\N1 `Oh father, oh father, I see a white swan,
Or else it is a fair woman.'
\SBALLADS Child 10R.10
\N1 The miller he took up his long crook,
And the maiden up from the stream he took.
\SBALLADS Child 10R.11
\N1 `I\'ll give to thee this gay gold chain,
If you\'ll take me back to my father again.'
\SBALLADS Child 10R.12
\N1 The miller he took the gay gold chain,
And he pushed her into the water again.
\SBALLADS Child 10R.13
\N1 The miller was hanged on his high gate
For drowning our poor sister Kate.
\SBALLADS Child 10R.14
\N1 The cat\'s behind the buttery shelf,
If you want any more, you may sing it yourself.
\LBALLADS Child 10S.1
* * * * *
\N1 `O FATHER, father, swims a swan,'
This story I\'ll vent to thee
`O father, father, swims a swan,
Unless it be some dead woman.'
\SBALLADS Child 10S.1r
\N1 I\'ll prove true to my true love,
If my love prove true to me
\SBALLADS Child 10S.2
\N1 The miller he held out his long f+ish hook,
And hooked this fair maid from the brook.
\SBALLADS Child 10S.3
\N1 She offered the miller a gold ring stane
To throw her into the river again.
\SBALLADS Child 10S.4
\N1 Down she sunk, and away she swam,
Until she came to her father\'s brook.
\SBALLADS Child 10S.5
\N1 The miller was hung at his mill-gate,
For drowning of my sister Kate.
\LBALLADS Child 10T.1
\N1 \R'S\rISTER, dear sister, where shall we go play?'
\SBALLADS Child 10T.1r
\N1 Cold blows the wind, and the wind blows low
\SBALLADS Child 10T.1
\N2 `We shall go to the salt sea\'s brim.'
\SBALLADS Child 10T.1r
\N2 And the wind blows cheerily around us, high ho
\LBALLADS Child 10U.1
\N1 THERE was a man lived in the mist,
\SBALLADS Child 10U.1r
\N1 Bow down, bow down
\SBALLADS Child 10U.1
\N2 He loved his youngest daughter best.
\SBALLADS Child 10U.1r
\N2 The bow is bent to me,
So you be true to your own true love,
And I\'ll be true to thee.
\SBALLADS Child 10U.2
\N1 These two sisters went out to swim;
The oldest pushed the youngest in.
\SBALLADS Child 10U.3
\N1 First she sank and then she swam,
First she sank and then she swam.
\SBALLADS Child 10U.4
\N1 The miller, with his rake and hook,
He caught her by the petticoat.
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 10[V.1]
\N1 There dwelt twa sisters in a bower,
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.1r]
\N1 Benorie, O Benorie
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.1]
\N2 The youngest o them was the fairest f+lower.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.1r]
\N2 In the merry milldams o Benorie
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.2]
\N1 There cam a wooer them to woo,
. . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.3]
\N1 He\'s gien the eldest o them a broach and a real,
Because that she loved her sister weel.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.3r]
\N2 At etc.'p
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.4]
\N1 He\'s gien the eldest a gay penknife,
He loved the youngest as dear as his life.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.4r]
\N2 At etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.5]
\N1 `O sister, O sister, will ye go oer yon glen,
And see my father\'s ships coming in?'
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.5r]
\N2 At etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.6]
\N1 `O sister dear, I darena gang,
Because I\'m feard ye throw me in.'
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.6r]
\N2 The etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.7]
\N1 `O set your foot on yon sea stane,
And was yeer hands in the sea foam.'
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.7r]
\N2 At etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.8]
\N1 She set her foot on yon sea stane,
To wash her hands in the sea foam.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.8r]
\N2 At etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.9]
\N1 . . . . .
But the eldest has thrown the youngest in.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.9r]
\N2 The etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.10]
\N1 `O sister, O sister, lend me your hand,
And ye\'se get William and a\' his land.'
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.10r]
\N2 At etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.11]
\N1 The miller\'s daughter cam out clad in red,
Seeking water to bake her bread.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.11r]
\N2 At etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.12]
\N1 `O father, O father, gae f+ish yeer mill-dam,
There\'s either a lady or a milk-<white] swan.'
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.12r]
\N2 In etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.13]
\N1 The miller cam out wi his lang cleek,
And he cleekit the lady out by the feet.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.13r]
\N2 From the bonny milldam, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.14]
\N1 Ye wadna kend her pretty feet,
The American leather was sae neat.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.14r]
\N2 In etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.15]
\N1 Ye wadna kend her pretty legs,
The silken stockings were so neat tied.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.15r]
\N2 In etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.16]
\N1 Ye wadna kend her pretty waist,
The silken stays were sae neatly laced.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.16r]
\N2 In etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.17]
\N1 Ye wadna kend her pretty face,
It was sae prettily preend oer wi lace.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.17r]
\N2 In etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.18]
\N1 Ye wadna kend her yellow hair,
It was sae besmeared wi dust and glar.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.18r]
\N2 In etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.19]
\N1 By cam her father\'s f+iddler f+ine,
And that lady\'s spirit spake to him.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.19r]
\N2 From etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.20]
\N1 She bad him take three taits o her hair,
And make them three strings to his f+iddle sae rare.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.20r]
\N2 At etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.21]
\N1 `Take two of my f+ingers, sae lang and sae white,
And make them pins to your f+iddle sae neat.'
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.21r]
\N2 At etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.22]
\N1 The ae f+irst spring that the f+iddle played
Was, Cursed be Sir John, my ain true-love.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.22r]
\N2 At etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.23]
\N1 The next spring that the f+iddle playd
Was, Burn burd Hellen, she threw me in.
\SBALLADS Child 10[V.23r]
\N2 The etc\.
\LBALLADS Child 10[W.1]
\N1 Ther were three ladies playing at the ba,
\SBALLADS Child 10[W.1r]
\N1 Norham, down by Norham
\SBALLADS Child 10[W.1]
\N2 And there cam a knight to view them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 10[W.1r]
\N2 By the bonnie mill-dams o Norham
\SBALLADS Child 10[W.2]
\N1 He courted the aldest wi diamonds and rings,
But he loved the youngest abune a\' things.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 10[W.3]
\N1 `Oh sister, oh sister, lend me your hand,
And pull my poor body unto dry land.
\SBALLADS Child 10[W.4]
\N1 `Oh sister, oh sister, lend me your glove,
And you shall have my own true love!'
\SBALLADS Child 10[W.5]
\N1 Oot cam the miller\'s daughter upon Tweed,
To carry in water to bake her bread.
\SBALLADS Child 10[W.6]
\N1 `Oh father, oh father, there\'s a f+ish in your dam;
It either is a lady or a milk-white swan.'
\SBALLADS Child 10[W.7]
\N1 Oot cam the miller\'s man upon Tweed,
And there he spied a lady lying dead.
\SBALLADS Child 10[W.8]
\N1 He could not catch her by the waist,
For her silken stays they were tight laced.
\SBALLADS Child 10[W.9]
\N1 But he did catch her by the hand,
And pulled her poor body unto dry land.
\SBALLADS Child 10[W.10]
\N1 He took three taets o her bonnie yellow hair,
To make harp strings they were so rare.
\SBALLADS Child 10[W.11]
\N1 The very f+irst tune that the bonnie harp played
Was The aldest has cuisten the youngest away.
\LBALLADS Child 10[X.1]
\N1 I see a lady in the dam,
\SBALLADS Child 10[X.1r]
\N1 Binnorie, oh Binnorie
\SBALLADS Child 10[X.1]
\N2 She shenes as sweet as ony swan.
\SBALLADS Child 10[X.1r]
\N2 I the bonny milldams o Binnorie
\LBALLADS Child 10[Y.1]
\N1 There was a king lived in the North Country,
\SBALLADS Child 10[Y.1r
\N1 Hey down down dery down
\SBALLADS Child 10[Y.1]
\N2 There was a king lived in the North Country,
\SBALLADS Child 10[Y.1r
\N2 And the bough it was bent to me
\SBALLADS Child 10[Y.1]
\N3 There was a king lived in the North Country,
And he had daughters one, two, three.
\SBALLADS Child 10[Y.1r
\N3 I\'ll prove true to my love,
If my love will prove true to me.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 10[Y.2]
\N2 He gave the eldest a gay gold ring,
But he gave the younger a better thing.
\SBALLADS Child 10[Y.3]
\N1 He bought the younger a beaver hat;
The eldest she thought much of that.
\SBALLADS Child 10[Y.4]
\N1 `Oh sister, oh sister, let us go run,
To see the ships come sailing along!'
\SBALLADS Child 10[Y.5]
\N1 And when they got to the sea-side brim,
The eldest pushed the younger in.
\SBALLADS Child 10[Y.6]
\N1 `Oh sister, oh sister, lend me your hand,
I\'ll make you heir of my house and land.'
\SBALLADS Child 10[Y.7]
\N1 `I\'ll neither lend you my hand nor my glove,
Unless you grant me your true-love.'
\SBALLADS Child 10[Y.8]
\N1 Then down she sunk and away she swam,
Untill she came to the miller\'s mill-dam.
\SBALLADS Child 10[Y.9]
\N1 The miller\'s daughter sat at the mill-door,
As fair as never was seen before.
\SBALLADS Child 10[Y.10]
\N1 `Oh father, oh father, there swims a swan,
Or else the body of a dead woman.'
\SBALLADS Child 10[Y.11]
\N1 The miller he ran with his f+ishing hook,
To pull the fair maid out o the brook.
\SBALLADS Child 10[Y.12]
\N1 `Wee\'ll hang the miller upon the mill-gate,
For drowning of my sister Kate.'
\LBALLADS Child 11A.1
\N1 THERE was three ladies playd at the ba,
\SBALLADS Child 11A.1r
\N1 With a hey ho and a lillie gay
\SBALLADS Child 11A.1
\N2 There came a knight and played oer them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 11A.1r
\N2 As the primrose spreads so sweetly
\SBALLADS Child 11A.2
\N1 The eldest was baith tall and fair,
But the youngest was beyond compare.
\SBALLADS Child 11A.3
\N1 The midmost had a graceful mien,
But the youngest lookd like beautie\'s queen.
\SBALLADS Child 11A.4
\N1 The knight bowd low to a\' the three,
But to the youngest he bent his knee.
\SBALLADS Child 11A.5
\N1 The ladie turned her head aside,
The knight he woo\'d her to be his bride.
\SBALLADS Child 11A.6
\N1 The ladie blushd a rosy red,
And sayd, `Sir knight, I\'m too young to wed.'
\SBALLADS Child 11A.7
\N1 `O ladie fair, give me your hand,
And I\'ll make you ladie of a\' my land.'
\SBALLADS Child 11A.8
\N1 `Sir knight, ere ye my favor win,
You maun get consent frae a\' my kin.'
\SBALLADS Child 11A.9
\N1 He\'s got consent frae her parents dear,
And likewise frae her sisters fair.
\SBALLADS Child 11A.10
\N1 He\'s got consent frae her kin each one,
But forgot to spiek to her brother John.
\SBALLADS Child 11A.11
\N1 Now, when the wedding day was come,
The knight would take his bonny bride home.
\SBALLADS Child 11A.12
\N1 And many a lord and many a knight
Came to behold that ladie bright.
\SBALLADS Child 11A.13
\N1 And there was nae man that did her see,
But wishd himself bridegroom to be.
\SBALLADS Child 11A.14
\N1 Her father dear led her down the stair,
And her sisters twain they kissd her there.
\SBALLADS Child 11A.15
\N1 Her mother dear led her thro the closs,
And her brother John set her on her horse.
\SBALLADS Child 11A.16
\N1 She leand her oer the saddle-bow,
To give him a kiss ere she did go.
\SBALLADS Child 11A.17
\N1 He has taen a knife, baith lang and sharp,
And stabbd that bonny bride to the heart.
\SBALLADS Child 11A.18
\N1 She hadno ridden half thro the town,
Until her heart\'s blude staind her gown.
\SBALLADS Child 11A.19
\N1 `Ride softly on,' says the best young man,
`For I think our bonny bride looks pale and wan.'
\SBALLADS Child 11A.20
\N1 `O lead me gently up yon hill,
And I\'ll there sit down, and make my will.'
\SBALLADS Child 11A.21
\N1 `O what will you leave to your father dear?'
`The silver-shod steed that brought me here.'
\SBALLADS Child 11A.22
\N1 `What will you leave to your mother dear?'
`My velvet pall and my silken gear.'
\SBALLADS Child 11A.23
\N1 `What will you leave your sister Anne?'
`My silken scarf and my gowden fan.'
\SBALLADS Child 11A.24
`What will you leave to your sister Grace?'
My bloody cloaths to wash and dress.'
\SBALLADS Child 11A.25
\N1 `What will you leave to your brother John?'
`The gallows-tree to hang him on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11A.26
\N1 `What will you leave to your brother John\'s wife?'
`The wilderness to end her life.'
\SBALLADS Child 11A.27
\N1 This ladie fair in her grave was laid,
And many a mass was oer her said.
\SBALLADS Child 11A.28
\N1 But it would have made your heart right sair,
To see the bridegroom rive his haire.
\LBALLADS Child 11B.1
\N1 A GENTLEMAN cam oure the sea,
\SBALLADS Child 11B.1r
\N1 Fine f+lowers in the valley
\SBALLADS Child 11B.1
\N2 And he has courted ladies three.
\SBALLADS Child 11B.1r
\N2 With the light green and the yellow
\SBALLADS Child 11B.2
\N1 One o them was clad in red:
He asked if she wad be his bride.
\SBALLADS Child 11B.3
\N1 One o them was clad in green:
He asked if she wad be his queen.
\SBALLADS Child 11B.4
\N1 The last o them was clad in white:
He asked if she wad be his heart\'s delight.
\SBALLADS Child 11B.5
\N1 `Ye may ga ask my father, the king:
Sae maun ye ask my mither, the queen.
\SBALLADS Child 11B.6
\N1 `Sae maun ye ask my sister Anne:
And dinna forget my brither John.'
\SBALLADS Child 11B.7
\N1 He has asked her father, the king:
And sae did he her mither, the queen.
\SBALLADS Child 11B.8
\N1 And he has asked her sister Anne:
But he has forgot her brother John.
\SBALLADS Child 11B.9
\N1 Her father led her through the ha,
Her mither danced afore them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 11B.10
\N1 Her sister Anne led her through the closs,
Her brither John set her on her horse.
\SBALLADS Child 11B.11
\N1 It\'s then he drew a little penknife,
And he reft the fair maid o her life.
\SBALLADS Child 11B.12
\N1 `Ride up, ride up,' said the foremost man;
`I think our bride comes hooly on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11B.13
\N1 `Ride up, ride up,' said the second man;
`I think our bride looks pale and wan.'
\SBALLADS Child 11B.14
\N1 Up than cam the gay bridegroom,
And straucht unto the bride he cam.
\SBALLADS Child 11B.15
\N1 `Does your side-saddle sit awry?
Or does your steed . . .
\SBALLADS Child 11B.16
\N1 `Or does the rain run in your glove?
Or wad ye chuse anither love?'
\SBALLADS Child 11B.17
\N1 `The rain runs not in my glove,
Nor will I e\'er chuse anither love.
\SBALLADS Child 11B.18
\N1 `But O an I war at Saint Evron\'s well,
There I wad licht, and drink my f+ill!
\SBALLADS Child 11B.19
\N1 `Oh an I war at Saint Evron\'s closs,
There I wad licht, and bait my horse!'
\SBALLADS Child 11B.20
\N1 Whan she cam to Saint Evron\'s well,
She dought na licht to drink her f+ill.
\SBALLADS Child 11B.21
\N1 Whan she cam to Saint Evron\'s closs,
The bonny bride fell aff her horse.
\SBALLADS Child 11B.22
\N1 `What will ye leave to your father, the king?'
`The milk-white steed that I ride on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11B.23
\N1 `What will ye leave to your mother, the queen?'
\N1 `The bluidy robes that I have on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11B.24
\N1 `What will ye leave to your sister Anne?'
`My gude lord, to be wedded on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11B.25
\N1 `What will ye leave to your brither John?'
`The gallows pin to hang him on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11B.26
\N1 `What will ye leave to your brither\'s wife?'
`Grief and sorrow a\' the days o her life.'
\SBALLADS Child 11B.27
\N1 `What will ye leave to your brither\'s bairns?'
`The meal-pock to hang oure the arms.'
\SBALLADS Child 11B.28
\N1 Now does she neither sigh nor groan:
She lies aneath yon marble stone.
\LBALLADS Child 11C.1
\N1 THERE waur three ladies in a ha,
\SBALLADS Child 11C.1r
\N1 Hech hey an the lily gey
\SBALLADS Child 11C.1
\N2 By cam a knicht, an he wooed them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 11C.1r
\N2 An the rose is aye the redder aye
\SBALLADS Child 11C.2
\N1 The f+irst ane she was cled in green;
`Will you fancy me, an be my queen?'
\SBALLADS Child 11C.3
\N1 `You may seek me frae my father dear,
An frae my mither, wha did me bear.
\SBALLADS Child 11C.4
\N1 `You may seek me frae my sister Anne,
But no, no, no frae my brither John.'
\SBALLADS Child 11C.5
\N1 The niest ane she was cled in yellow;
`Will you fancy me, an be my marrow?'
\SBALLADS Child 11C.6
\N1 `Ye may seek me frae my father dear,
An frae my mither, wha did me bear.
\SBALLADS Child 11C.7
\N1 `Ye may seek me frae my sister Anne,
But no, no, no frae my brither John.'
\SBALLADS Child 11C.8
\N1 The niest ane she was cled in red:
`Will ye fancy me, an be my bride?'
\SBALLADS Child 11C.9
\N1 `Ye may seek me frae my father dear,
An frae my mither wha did me bear.
\SBALLADS Child 11C.10
\N1 `Ye may seek me frae my sister Anne,
An dinna forget my brither John.'
\SBALLADS Child 11C.11
\N1 He socht her frae her father, the king,
An he socht her frae her mither, the queen.
\SBALLADS Child 11C.12
\N1 He socht her frae her sister Anne,
But he forgot her brither John.
\SBALLADS Child 11C.13
\N1 Her mither she put on her goun,
An her sister Anne preened the ribbons doun.
\SBALLADS Child 11C.14
\N1 Her father led her doon the close,
An her brither John set her on her horse.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 11C.15
\N1 Up an spak our foremost man:
`I think our bonnie bride\'s pale an wan.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 11C.16
\N1 `What will ye leave to your father dear?'
`My . . . . . an my . . . . . chair.'
\SBALLADS Child 11C.17
\N1 `What will ye leave to your mither dear?'
`My silken screen I was wont to wear.'
\SBALLADS Child 11C.18
\N1 `What will ye leave to your sister Anne?'
`My silken snood an my golden fan.'
\SBALLADS Child 11C.19
\N1 `What will you leave to your brither John?'
`The gallows tree to hang him on.'
\LBALLADS Child 11D.1
\N1 THERE were three ladies playing at ball,
\SBALLADS Child 11D.1r
\N1 Farin-dan-dan and farin-dan-dee
\SBALLADS Child 11D.1
\N2 There came a white knight, and he wooed them all.
\SBALLADS Child 11D.1r
\N2 With adieu, sweet honey, wherever you be
\SBALLADS Child 11D.2
\N1 He courted the eldest with golden rings,
And the others with many f+ine things.
\SBALLADS Child 11D.2r
\N2 And adieu, etc\.
\LBALLADS Child 11E
\N1 THERE were three sisters playin at the ba,
\SBALLADS Child 11E.r
\N1 Wi a hech hey an a lillie gay
\SBALLADS Child 11E
\N2 There cam a knicht an lockt ower the wa\'.
\SBALLADS Child 11E.r
\N2 An the primrose springs sae sweetly.
Sing Annet, an Marret, an fair Maisrie,
An the dew hangs i the wood, gay ladie.
\LBALLADS Child 11F.1
\N1 THERE did three knights come from the west,
\SBALLADS Child 11F.1r
\N1 With the high and the lily oh
\SBALLADS Child 11F.1
\N2 And these three knights courted one lady.
\SBALLADS Child 11F.1r
\N2 As the rose was so sweetly blown
\SBALLADS Child 11F.2
\N1 The f+irst knight came was all in white,
And asked of her, if she\'d be his delight.
\SBALLADS Child 11F.3
\N1 The next knight came was all in green,
And asked of her, if she\'d be his queen.
\SBALLADS Child 11F.4
\N1 The third knight came was all in red,
And asked of her, if she would wed.
\SBALLADS Child 11F.5
\N1 `Then have you asked of my father dear,
Likewise of her who did me bear?
\SBALLADS Child 11F.6
\N1 `And have you asked of my brother John?
And also of my sister Anne?'
\SBALLADS Child 11F.7
\N1 `Yes, I have asked of your father dear,
Likewise of her who did you bear.
\SBALLADS Child 11F.8
\N1 `And I have asked of your sister Anne,
But I\'ve not asked of your brother John.'
\SBALLADS Child 11F.9
\N1 Far on the road as they rode along,
There did they meet with her brother John.
\SBALLADS Child 11F.10
\N1 She stooped low to kiss him sweet,
He to her heart did a dagger meet.
\SBALLADS Child 11F.11
\N1 `Ride on, ride on,' cried the serving man,
`Methinks your bride she looks wondrous wan.'
\SBALLADS Child 11F.12
\N1 `I wish I were on yonder stile,
For there I would sit and bleed awhile.
\SBALLADS Child 11F.13
\N1 `I wish I were on yonder hill,
There I\'d alight and make my will.'
\SBALLADS Child 11F.14
\N1 `What would you give to your father dear?'
`The gallant steed which doth me bear.'
\SBALLADS Child 11F.15
\N1 `What would you give to your mother dear?'
`My wedding shift which I do wear.
\SBALLADS Child 11F.16
\N1 `But she must wash it very clean,
For my heart\'s blood sticks in evry seam.'
\SBALLADS Child 11F.17
\N1 `What would you give to your sister Anne?'
`My gay gold ring and my feathered fan.'
\SBALLADS Child 11F.18
\N1 `What would you give to your brother John?'
`A rope and gallows to hang him on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11F.19
\N1 `What would you give to your brother John\'s wife?'
`A widow\'s weeds, and a quiet life.'
\LBALLADS Child 11G.1
\N1 THERE was three ladys in a ha,
\SBALLADS Child 11G.1r
\N1 Fine f+lowers i the valley
\SBALLADS Child 11G.1
\N2 There came three lords amang them a\',
\SBALLADS Child 11G.1r
\N2 Wi the red, green , and the yellow
\SBALLADS Child 11G.2
\N1 The f+irst of them was clad in red:
`O lady fair, will you be my bride?'
\SBALLADS Child 11G.3
\N1 The second of them was clad in green:
`O lady fair, will you be my queen?'
\SBALLADS Child 11G.4
\N1 The third of them was clad in yellow:
`O lady fair, will you be my marrow?'
\SBALLADS Child 11G.5
\N1 `You must ask my father dear,
Likewise the mother that did me bear.'
\SBALLADS Child 11G.6
\N1 `You must ask my sister Ann,
And not forget my brother John.'
\SBALLADS Child 11G.7
\N1 `I have askt thy father dear,
Likewise thy mother that did thee bear.
\SBALLADS Child 11G.8
\N1 `I have askt thy sister Ann,
But I forgot thy brother John.'
\SBALLADS Child 11G.9
\N1 Her father led her through the ha,
Her mother dancd before them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 11G.10
\N1 Her sister Ann led her through the closs,
Her brother John put her on her horse.
\SBALLADS Child 11G.11
\N1 `You are high and I am low;
Let me have a kiss before you go.'
\SBALLADS Child 11G.12
\N1 She was louting down to kiss him sweet,
Wi his penknife he wounded her deep.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 11G.13
\N1 `O lead me over into yon stile,
That I may stop and braeth a while.
\SBALLADS Child 11G.14
\N1 `O lead me over to yon stair,
For there I\'ll ly and bleed ne mair.'
\SBALLADS Child 11G.15
\N1 `O what will you leave your father dear?'
`That milk-white steed that brought me here.'
\SBALLADS Child 11G.16
\N1 `O what will you leave your mother dear?'
`The silken gown that I did wear.'
\SBALLADS Child 11G.17
\N1 `What will you leave your sister Ann?'
`My silken snood and golden fan.'
\SBALLADS Child 11G.18
\N1 `What will you leave your brother John?'
`The highest gallows to hang him on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11G.19
\N1 `What will you leave your brother John\'s wife?'
`Grief and sorrow to end her life.'
\SBALLADS Child 11G.20
\N1 `What will ye leave your brother John\'s bairns?'
`The world wide for them to range.'
\LBALLADS Child 11H.1
\N1 SHE louted down to gie a kiss,
\SBALLADS Child 11H.1r
\N1 With a hey and a lilly gay
\SBALLADS Child 11H.1
\N2 He stuck his penknife in her hass.
\SBALLADS Child 11H.1r
\N2 And the rose it smells so sweetly
\SBALLADS Child 11H.2
`Ride up, ride up,' cry\'d the foremost man;
`I think our bride looks pale and wan.'
\LBALLADS Child 11I.1
\N1 THERE war three bonnie boys playing at the ba,
\SBALLADS Child 11I.1r
\N1 Hech hey and a lily gay
\SBALLADS Child 11I.1
\N2 There cam three ladies to view them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 11I.1r
\N2 And the rose it smells sae sweetlie
\SBALLADS Child 11I.2
\N1 The f+irst ane was clad in red:
`O,' says he, 'ye maun be my bride.'
\SBALLADS Child 11I.3
\N1 The next o them was clad in green:
`O,' says he, 'ye maun be my queen.'
\SBALLADS Child 11I.4
\N1 The tither o them was clad in yellow:
`O,' says he, 'ye maun be my marrow.'
\SBALLADS Child 11I.5
\N1 `Ye maun gang to my father\'s bouer,
To see gin your bride he\'ll let me be.'
\SBALLADS Child 11I.6
\N1 Her father led her doun the stair,
Her mither at her back did bear.
\SBALLADS Child 11I.7
\N1 Her sister Jess led her out the closs,
Her brother John set her on the horse.
\SBALLADS Child 11I.8
\N1 She loutit doun to gie him a kiss;
He struck his penknife thro her breist.
\SBALLADS Child 11I.9
\N1 `Ride on, ride on,' says the foremaist man;
`I think our bride looks pale and wan.'
\SBALLADS Child 11I.10
\N1 `Ride on, ride on,' says the merry bride-groom;
`I think my bride\'s blude is rinnin doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 11I.11
\N1 `O gin I war at yon bonnie hill,
I wad lie doun and bleed my f+ill!
\SBALLADS Child 11I.12
\N1 `O gin I war at yon bonnie kirk-yard,
I wad mak my testament there!'
\SBALLADS Child 11I.13
\N1 `What will ye leave to your father dear?'
`The milk-white steed that brocht me here.'
\SBALLADS Child 11I.14
\N1 `What will ye leave to your mother dear?'
`The bluidy robes that I do wear.'
\SBALLADS Child 11I.15
\N1 `What will ye leave to your sister Ann?'
`My silken snood and gowden fan.'
\SBALLADS Child 11I.16
\N1 `What will ye leave to your sister Jess?'
`The bonnie lad that I loe best.'
\SBALLADS Child 11I.17
\N1 `What will ye leave to your brother John?'
`The gallows pin to hang him on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11I.18
\N1 `What will ye leave to your brother John\'s wife?'
`Sorrow and trouble a\' her life.'
\SBALLADS Child 11I.19
\N1 `What will ye leave to your brother\'s bairns?'
`The warld\'s wide, and let them beg.'
\LBALLADS Child 11J.1
\N1 THERE were three sisters playing ball,
\SBALLADS Child 11J.1r
\N1 With the high and the lily O
\SBALLADS Child 11J.1
\N2 And there came three knights to court them all.
\SBALLADS Child 11J.1r
\N2 With the rosey sweet, heigh ho
\SBALLADS Child 11J.2
\N1 The eldest of them was drest in green:
`I wish I had you to be my queen.'
\SBALLADS Child 11J.3
\N1 The second of them was drest in red:
`I wish I had you to grace my bed.'
\SBALLADS Child 11J.4
\N1 The youngest of them was drest in white:
`I wish I had you to be my wife.'
\SBALLADS Child 11J.5
\N1 `Did ye ask my father brave?
Or did ye ask my mother fair?
\SBALLADS Child 11J.6
\N1 `Or did ye ask my brother John?
For without his will I dare not move on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11J.7
\N1 `I did ask your parents dear,
But I did not see your brother John.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 11J.8
\N1 `Ride on, ride on,' said the f+irst man,
`For I fear the bride comes slowly on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11J.9
\N1 `Ride on, ride on,' said the next man,
`For lo! the bride she comes bleeding on.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 11J.10
\N1 `What will you leave your mother dear?'
`My heart\'s best love for ever and aye.'
\SBALLADS Child 11J.11
\N1 `What will ye leave your sister Anne?'
`This wedding garment that I have on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11J.12
\N1 `What will ye leave your brother John\'s wife?'
`Grief and sorrow all the days of her life.'
\SBALLADS Child 11J.13
\N1 `What will ye leave your brother John?'
`The highest gallows to hang him on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11J.14
\N1 `What will ye leave your brother John\'s son?'
`The grace of God to make him a man.'
\LBALLADS Child 11K.1
\N1 THERE were three ladies playing at ball,
\SBALLADS Child 11K.1r
\N1 Gilliver, Gentle, and Rosemary
\SBALLADS Child 11K.1
\N2 There came three knights and looked over the wall.
\SBALLADS Child 11K.1r
\N2 Sing O the red rose and the white lilly
\SBALLADS Child 11K.2
\N1 The f+irst young knight, he was clothed in red,
And he said, `Gentle lady, with me will you wed?'
\SBALLADS Child 11K.3
\N1 The second young knight, he was clothed in blue,
And he said, `To my love I shall ever be true.'
\SBALLADS Child 11K.4
\N1 The third young knight, he was clothed in green,
And he said, `Fairest maiden, will you be my queen?'
\SBALLADS Child 11K.5
\N1 The lady thus spoke to the knight in red,
`With you, sir knight, I never can wed.'
\SBALLADS Child 11K.6
\N1 The lady then spoke to the knight in blue,
And she said, `Little faith I can have in you.'
\SBALLADS Child 11K.7
\N1 The lady then spoke to the knight in green,
And she said, `\'Tis at court you must seek for a queen.'
\SBALLADS Child 11K.8
\N1 The three young knights then rode away,
And the ladies they laughed, and went back to their play.
\SBALLADS Child 11K.8r
\N1 Singing, etc\.
\LBALLADS Child 11[L.1]
\N1 There were three ladies playing at the ba,
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.1r]
\N1 With a hey and a lilly gay
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.1]
\N2 When the King o Fairies rode by them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.1r]
\N2 And the roses they grow sweetlie
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.2]
\N1 The foremost one was clad in blue;
He askd at her if she\'d be his doo.
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.3]
\N1 The second of them was clad in red;
He asked at her if she\'d be his bride.
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.4]
\N1 The next of them was clad in green;
He askd at her if she\'d be his queen.
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.5]
\N1 `Go you ask at my father then,
And you may ask at my mother then.
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.6]
\N1 `You may ask at my sister Ann,
And not forget my brother John.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.7]
\N1 `O I have askd at your father then,
And I have askd at your mother then.
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.8]
\N1 `And I have askd at your sister Ann,
But I\'ve quite forgot your brother John.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.9]
\N1 Her father led her down the stair,
Her mother combd down her yellow hair.
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.10]
\N1 Her sister Ann led her to the cross,
And her brother John set her on her horse.
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.11]
\N1 `Now you are high and I am low,
Give me a kiss before ye go.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.12]
\N1 She\'s lootit down to gie him a kiss,
He gave her a deep wound and didna miss.
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.13]
\N1 And with a penknife as sharp as a dart,
And he has stabbit her to the heart.
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.14]
\N1 `Ride up, ride up,' says the foremost man,
`I think our bride looks pale an wan.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.15]
\N1 `Ride up, ride up,' says the middle man,
`I see her heart\'s blude trinkling down.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.16]
\N1 `Ride on, ride,' says the Fairy King,
`She will be dead lang ere we win hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.17]
\N1 `O I wish I was at yonder cross,
Where my brother John put me on my horse.
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.18]
\N1 `I wish I was at yonder thorn,
I wad curse the day that ere I was born.
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.19]
\N1 `I wish I was at yon green hill,
Then I wad sit and bleed my f+ill.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.20]
\N1 `What will you leave your father then?'
`The milk-white steed that I ride on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.21]
\N1 `What will you leave your mother then?'
`My silver Bible and my golden fan.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.22]
\N1 `What will ye leave your sister Ann?'
`My good lord, to be married on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.23]
\N1 `What will ye leave your sister Pegg?'
`The world wide to go and beg.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.24]
\N1 `What will you leave your brother John?'
`The gallows-tree to hang him on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[L.25]
\N1 `What will you leave your brother\'s wife?'
`Grief and sorrow to end her life.'
\LBALLADS Child 11[M.1]
\N1 There was three ladies playing at the ba,
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.1r]
\N1 With a hay and a lilly gay
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.1]
\N2 A gentleman cam amang them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.1r]
\N2 And the roses grow sweet aye
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.2]
\N1 The f+irst of them was clad in yellow,
And he askd at her gin she\'d be his marrow.
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.3]
\N1 The next o them was clad in green;
He askd at her gin she\'d be his queen.
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.4]
\N1 The last o them [was] clad in red;
He askd at her gin she\'d be his bride.
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.5]
\N1 `Have ye asked at my father dear?
Or have ye asked my mother dear?
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.6]
\N1 `Have ye asked my sister Ann?
Or have ye asked my brother John?'
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.7]
\N1 `I have asked yer father dear,
And I have asked yer mother dear.
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.8]
\N1 `I have asked yer sister Ann,
But I\'ve quite forgot your brother John.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.9]
\N1 Her father dear led her thro them a\',
Her mother dear led her thro the ha.
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.10]
\N1 Her sister Ann led her thro the closs,
And her brother John stabbed her on her horse.
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.11]
\N1 `Ride up, ride up,' says the foremost man,
`I think our bride looks pale and wan.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.12]
\N1 `Ride up,' cries the bonny bridegroom,
`I think the bride be bleeding.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.13]
\N1 `This is the bludy month of May,
Me and my horse bleeds night and day.
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.14]
\N1 `O an I were at yon green hill,
I wad ly down and bleed a while.
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.15]
\N1 `O gin I was at yon red cross,
I wad light down and corn my horse.
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.16]
\N1 `O an I were at yon kirk-style,
I wad lye down and soon be weel.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.17]
\N1 When she cam to yon green hill,
Then she lay down and bled a while.
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.18]
\N1 And when she cam to yon red cross,
Then she lighted and corned her horse.
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.19]
\N1 `What will ye leave your father dear?'
`My milk-white steed, which cost me dear.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.20]
\N1 `What will ye leave your mother dear?'
`The bludy clothes that I do wear.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.21]
\N1 `What will ye leave your sister Ann?'
`My silver bridle and my golden fan.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.22]
\N1 `What will ye leave your brother John?'
`The gallows-tree to hang him on.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.23]
\N1 `What will ye leave to your sister Pegg?'
`The wide world for to go and beg.'
\SBALLADS Child 11[M.24]
\N1 When she came to yon kirk-style,
Then she lay down, and soon was weel.
\LBALLADS Child 11[N.1]
\N1 Then out bespak the foremost priest:
\SBALLADS Child 11[N.1r]
\N1 Wi a heigh ho and a lilly gay
\SBALLADS Child 11[N.1]
\N2 I think she\'s bleedin at the breast.
\SBALLADS Child 11[N.1r]
\N2 The f+lowers they spring so sweetly
\LBALLADS Child 12A.1
\N1 `O WHERE ha you been, Lord Randal, my son?
And where ha you been, my handsome young man?'
`I ha been at the greenwood; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12A.2
\N1 `An what met ye there, Lord Randal, my son?
An wha met you there, my handsome young man?'
`O I met wi my true-love; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m wearied wi huntin, an fain wad lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12A.3
\N1 `And what did she give you, Lord Randal, my son?
And what did she give you, my handsome young man?'
`Eels fried in a pan; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12A.4
\N1 `And wha gat your leavins, Lord Randal, my son?
And wha gat your leavins, my handsom young man?'
`My hawks and my hounds; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12A.5
`And what becam of them, Lord Randal, my son?
And what becam of them, my handsome young man?'
`They stretched their legs out an died; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12A.6
\N1 `O I fear you are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son!
I fear you are poisoned, my handsome young man!'
`O yes, I am poisoned; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12A.7
\N1 `What d\'ye leave to your mother, Lord Randal, my son?
What d\'ye leave to your mother, my handsome young man?'
`Four and twenty milk kye; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12A.8
\N1 `What d\'ye leave to your sister, Lord Randal, my son?
What d\'ye leave to your sister, my handsome young man?'
`My gold and my silver; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m sick at the heart, an I fain wad lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12A.9
\N1 `What d\'ye leave to your brother, Lord Randal, my son?
What d\'ye leave to your brother, my handsome young man?'
`My houses and my lands; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12A.10
\N1 `What d\'ye leave to your true-love, Lord Randal, my son?
What d\'ye leave to your true-love, my handsome young man?'
`I leave her hell and f+ire; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.'
\LBALLADS Child 12B.1
\N1 `O WHARE hae ye been a\' day, Lord Donald, my son?
O whare hae ye been a\' day, my jollie young man?'
`I\'ve been awa courtin; mither, mak my bed sune,
For I\'m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12B.2
\N1 `What wad ye hae for your supper, Lord Donald, my son?
What wad ye hae for your supper, my jollie young man?'
`I\'ve gotten my supper; mither, mak my bed sune,
For I\'m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12B.3
\N1 `What did ye get for your supper, Lord Donald,my son?
What did ye get for your supper, my jollie young man?'
`A dish of sma f+ishes; mither mak my bed sune,
For I\'m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12B.4
\N1 `Whare gat ye the f+ishes, Lord Donald, my son?
Whare gat ye the f+ishes, my jollie young man?'
`In my father\'s black ditches; mither, mak my bed sune,
For I\'m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12B.5
\N1 `What like were your f+ishes, Lord Donald, my son?
What like were your f+ishes, my jollie young man?'
`Black backs and spreckld bellies; mither, mak my bed sune,
For I\'m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12B.6
\N1 `O I fear ye are poisond, Lord Donald, my son!
O I fear ye are poisond, my jollie young man!'
`O yes! I am poisond; mither mak my bed sune,
For I\'m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12B.7
\N1 `What will ye leave to your father, Lord Donald my son?
What will ye leave to your father, my jollie young man?'
`Baith my houses and land; mither, mak my bed sune,
For I\'m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12B.8
\N1 `What will ye leave to your brither, Lord Donald, my son?
What will ye leave to your brither, my jollie young man?'
`My horse and the saddle; mither, mak my bed sune,
For I\'m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12B.9
\N1 `What will ye leave to your sister, Lord Donald, my son?
What will ye leave to your sister, my jollie young man?'
`Baith my gold box and rings; mither, mak my bed sune,
For I\'m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12B.10
\N1 `What will ye leave to your true-love, Lord Donald, my son?
What will ye leave to your true-love, my jollie young man?'
`The tow and the halter, for to hang on yon tree,
And lat her hang there for the poysoning o me.'
\LBALLADS Child 12C.1
\N1 `WHAT\R\'\rS become of your hounds, King Henrie, my son?
What\'s become of your hounds, my pretty little one?'
`They all died on the way; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12C.2
\N1 `What gat ye to your supper, King Henry, my son?
What gat ye to your supper, my pretty little one?'
`I gat f+ish boiled in broo; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12C.3
\N1 `What like were the f+ish, King Henry, my son?
What like were the f+ish, my pretty little one?'
`They were spreckled on the back and white on the belly; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12C.4
\N1 `What leave ye to your father, King Henry, my son?
What leave ye to your father, my pretty little one?'
`The keys of Old Ireland, and all that\'s therein; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12C.5
`What leave ye to your brother, King Henry, my son?
What leave ye to your brother, my pretty little one?'
`The keys of my coffers and all that\'s therein; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12C.6
\N1 `What leave ye to your sister, King Henry, my son?
What leave ye to your sister, my pretty little one?'
`The world\'s wide, she may go beg; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12C.7
\N1 `What leave ye to your trew-love, King Henry, my son?
What leave ye to your trew-love, my pretty little one?'
`The highest hill to hang her on, for she\'s poisoned me and my hounds all; mother, make my bed soon,
Oh I\'m sick to the heart, and I fain wald lie down.'
\LBALLADS Child 12D.1
\N1 `O WHERE hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son?
O where hae ye been, my handsome young man?'
`I hae been to the wild wood; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12D.2
\N1 `Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son?
Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?'
`I din\'d wi my true-love; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12D.3
\N1 `What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son?
What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?'
`I gat eels boild in broo; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12D.4
\N1 `What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son?
What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?'
`O they swelld and they died; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12D.5
\N1 `O I fear ye are poisond, Lord Randal, my son!
O I fear ye are poisond, my handsome young man!'
`O yes! I am poisond; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m sick at the heart, and I fain wald lie down.'
\LBALLADS Child 12E.1
\N1 `AH where have you been, Lairde Rowlande, my son?
Ah where have you been, Lairde Rowlande, my son?'
`I\'ve been in the wild woods; mither, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m weary wi hunting, and faine would lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12E.2
\N1 `Oh you\'ve been at your true love\'s, Lairde Rowlande, my son!
Oh you\'ve been at your true-love\'s, Lairde Rowlande, my son!'
`I\'ve been at my true-love\'s; mither, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m weary wi hunting, and faine would lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12E.3
\N1 `What got you to dinner, Lairde Rowlande, my son?
What got you to dinner, Lairde Rowlande, my son?'
`I got eels boild in brue; mither, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m weary wi hunting, and faine would lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12E.4
\N1 `What\'s become of your warden, Lairde Rowlande, my son?
What\'s become of your warden, Lairde Rowlande, my son?'
`He died in the muirlands; mither, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m weary wi hunting, and faine would lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12E.5
\N1 `What\'s become of your stag-hounds, Lairde Rowlande, my son?
What\'s become of your stag-hounds, Lairde Rowlande, my son?'
`They swelled and they died; mither, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m weary wi hunting, and faine would lie down.'
\LBALLADS Child 12F.1
\N1 `O WHERE hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son?
O where hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son?'
`I hae been wi my sweetheart; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m weary wi the hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12F.2
\N1 `What got ye frae your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?
What got ye frae your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?'
`I hae got deadly poison; mother, make my bed soon,
For life is a burden that soon I\'ll lay down.'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 12G.1
\N1 `WHERE have you been today, Billy, my son?
Where have you been today, my only man?'
`I\'ve been a wooing; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m sick at heart, and fain would lay down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12G.2
\N1 `What have you ate today, Billy, my son?
What have you ate today, my only man?'
`I\'ve ate eel-pie; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m sick at heart, and shall die before noon.'
\LBALLADS Child 12H.1
\N1 `WHERE was you all day, my own pretty boy?
Where was you all day, my comfort and joy?'
`I was f+ishing and fowling; mother, make my bed soon,
There\'s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12H.2
\N1 `What did you have for your breakfast, my own pretty boy?
What did you have for your breakfast, my comfort and joy?'
`A cup of strong poison; mother, make my bed soon,
There\'s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12H.3
\N1 `I fear you are poisoned, my own pretty boy,
I fear you are poisoned, my comfort and joy!'
`O yes, I am poisoned; mother, make my bed soon,
There\'s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12H.4
\N1 `What will you leave to your father, my own pretty boy?
What will you leave to your father, my comfort and joy?'
`I\'ll leave him my house and my property; mother, make my bed soon,
There\'s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12H.5
\N1 `What will you leave to your mother, my own pretty boy?
What will you leave to your mother, my comfort and joy?'
`I\'ll leave her my coach and four horses; mother, make my bed soon,
There\'s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12H.6
\N1 `What will you leave to your brother, my own pretty boy?
What will you leave to your brother, my comfort and joy?'
`I\'ll leave him my bow and my f+iddle; mother, make my bed soon,
There\'s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12H.7
\N1 `What will you leave to your sister, my own pretty boy?
What will you leave to your sister, my comfort and joy?'
`I\'ll leave her my gold and my silver; mother, make my bed soon,
There\'s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12H.8
\N1 `What will you leave to your servant, my own pretty boy?
What will you leave to you servant, my comfort and joy?'
`I\'ll leave him the key of my small silver box; mother, make my bed soon,
There\'s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12H.9
\N1 `What will you leave to your children, my own pretty boy?
What will you leave to your children, my comfort and joy?'
`The world is wide all round for to beg; mother, make my bed soon,
There\'s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12H.10
\N1 `What will you leave to your wife, my own pretty boy?
What will you leave to your wife, my comfort and joy?'
`I\'ll leave her the gallows, and plenty to hang her; mother, make my bed soon,
There\'s a pain in my heart, and I mean to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12H.11
\N1 `Where shall I make it, my own pretty boy?
Where shall I make it, my comfort and joy?'
`Above in the churchyard, and dig it down deep,
Put a stone to my head and a f+lag to my feet,
And leave me down easy until I\'ll take a long sleep.'
\LBALLADS Child 12I.1
\N1 `O WHERE have you been, Tiranti, my son?
O where have you been, my sweet little one?'
`I have been to my grandmother\'s; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m sick to my heart, and I\'m faint to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12I.2
\N1 `What did you have for your supper, Tiranti, my son?
What did you have for your supper, my sweet little one?'
`I had eels fried in butter; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m sick to my heart, and I\'m faint to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12I.3
\N1 `Where did the eels come from, Tiranti, my son?
Where did the eels come from, my sweet little one?'
`From the corner of the haystack; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m sick to my heart, and I\'m faint to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12I.4
\N1 `What color were the eels, Tiranti, my son?
What color were the eels, my sweet little one?'
`They were streake+:d and stripe+:d; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m sick to my heart, and I\'m faint to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12I.5
\N1 `What\'ll you give to your father, Tiranti, my son?
What\'ll you give to your father, my sweet little one?'
`All my gold and my silver; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m sick to my heart, and I\'m faint to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12I.6
\N1 `What\'ll you give to your mother, Tiranti, my son?
What\'ll you give to your mother, my sweet little one?'
`A coach and six horses; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m sick to my heart, and I\'m faint to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12I.7
\N1 `What\'ll you give to your grandmother, Tiranti, my son?
What\'ll you give to your grandmother, my sweet little one?'
`A halter to hang her; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m sick to my heart, and I\'m faint to lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12I.8
\N1 `Where\'ll you have your bed made, Tiranti, my son?
Where\'ll you have your bed made, my sweet little one?'
`In the corner of the churchyard; mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m sick to my heart, and I\'m faint to lie down.'
\LBALLADS Child 12J.1
\N1 `O WHARE hae ye been a\' day, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?
O whare hae ye been a\' day, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?'
`I\'ve been at my step-mother\'s; oh mak my bed, mammie, now!
I\'ve been at my step-mother\'s; oh mak my bed, mammie, now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12J.2
\N1 `O what did ye get at your step-mother\'s, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?' [\iTwice\r.]
`I gat a wee wee f+ishie; oh mak my bed, mammie, now!' [\iTwice\r.]
\SBALLADS Child 12J.3
\N1 `O whare gat she the wee f+ishie, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?'
`In a dub before the door; oh mak my bed, mammie, now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12J.4
\N1 `What did ye wi the wee f+ishie, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?'
`I boild it in a wee pannie; oh mak my bed, mammy, now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12J.5
\N1 `Wha gied ye the banes o the f+ishie till, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?'
`I gied them till a wee doggie; oh mak my bed, mammie, now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12J.6
\N1 `O whare is the little wee doggie, my bonnie wee croodlin dow?
O whare is the little wee doggie, my bonnie wee croodlin doo?'
`It shot out its f+it and died, and sae maun I do too;
Oh mak my bed, mammy, now, now, oh mak my bed, mammy, now!'
\LBALLADS Child 12K.1
\N1 `O WHAUR hae ye been a\' the day, my little wee croodlin doo?'
`O I\'ve been at my grandmother\'s; mak my bed, mammie, now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12K.2
\N1 `O what gat ye at your grandmother\'s, my little wee croodlin doo?'
`I got a bonnie wee f+ishie; mak my bed, mammie, now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12K.3
\N1 `O whaur did she catch the f+ishie, my bonnie wee croodlin doo?'
`She catchd it in the gutter hole; mak my bed, mammie, now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12K.4
\N1 `And what did she do wi the f+ish, my little wee croodlin doo?'
`She boiled it in a brass pan; O mak my bed, mammie, now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12K.5
`And what did ye do wi the banes o\'t, my bonnie wee croodlin doo?'
`I gied them to my little dog; mak my bed, mammie, now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12K.6
\N1 `And what did your little doggie do, my bonnie wee croodlin doo?'
`He stretched out his head, his feet, and deed; and so will I, mammie, now!'
\LBALLADS Child 12L.1
\N1 `WHAR hae ye been a\' the day, Willie doo, Willie doo?
Whar hae ye been a\' the day, Willie, my doo?'
\SBALLADS Child 12L.2
\N1 `I\'ve been to see my step-mother; make my bed, lay me down;
Make my bed, lay me down, die shall I now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12L.3
\N1 `What got ye frae your step-mother, Willie doo, Willie doo?
What got ye frae your step-mother, Willie, my doo?'
\SBALLADS Child 12L.4
\N1 `She gae me a speckled trout; make my bed, lay me down;
She gae me a speckled trout, die shall I now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12L.5
\N1 `Whar got she the speckled trout,Willie doo, Willie doo?'
`She got it amang the heather hills; die shall I now.'
\SBALLADS Child 12L.6
\N1 `What did she boil it in, Willie doo, Willie doo?'
`She boild it in the billy-pot; die shall I now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12L.7
\N1 `What gaed she you for to drink, Willie doo, Willie doo?
What gaed she you for to drink, Willie, my doo?'
\SBALLADS Child 12L.8
\N1 `She gaed me hemlock stocks; make my bed, lay me down;
Made in the brewing pot; die shall I now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12L.9
\N1 They made his bed, laid him down, poor Willie doo, Willie doo;
He turnd his face to the wa; he\'s dead now!
\LBALLADS Child 12M.1
\N1 `WHERE hae ye been a\' the day, my bonny wee croodin doo?'
`O I hae been at my stepmother\'s house; make my bed, mammie, now, now, now,
Make my bed, mammie, now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12M.2
\N1 `Where did ye get your dinner?' my, etc\.
`I got it at my stepmother\'s;' make, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 12M.3
\N1 `What did she gie ye to your dinner?'
`She gae me a little four-footed f+ish.'
\SBALLADS Child 12M.4
\N1 `Where got she the four-footed f+ish?'
`She got it down in yon well strand;' O make, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 12M.5
\N1 `What did she do with the banes o\'t?'
`She gae them to the little dog.'
\SBALLADS Child 12M.6
\N1 `O what became o the little dog?'
`O it shot out its feet and died;' O make, etc\.
\LBALLADS Child 12N.1
\N1 `FARE hae ye been a\' day, a\' day, a\' day,
Fare hae ye been a\' day, my little wee croudlin doo?'
\SBALLADS Child 12N.2
\N1 `I\'ve been at my step-mammie\'s, my step mammie\'s, my step-mammie\'s,
I\'ve been at my step-mammie\'s; come mack my beddy now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12N.3
\N1 `What got ye at yer step-mammie\'s,
My little wee croudlin doo?'
\SBALLADS Child 12N.4
\N1 `She gied me a spreckled f+ishie;
Come mack my beddy now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12N.5
\N1 `What did ye wi the baenies oet,
My little wee croudlin doo?'
\SBALLADS Child 12N.6
\N1 `I gaed them till her little dogie;
Come mack my beddy now!'
\SBALLADS Child 12N.7
\N1 `What did her little dogie syne,
My little wee croudlin doo?'
\SBALLADS Child 12N.8
\N1 `He laid down his heed and feet;
And sae shall I dee now!'
\LBALLADS Child 12O.1
\N1 `O WHERE hae ye been a\' the day, my wee wee croodlin doo doo?
O where hae ye been a\' the day, my bonnie wee croodlin doo?'
`O I hae been to my step-mammie\'s; mak my bed, mammy, noo, noo,
Mak my bed, mammy, noo!'
\SBALLADS Child 12O.2
\N1 `O what did yere step-mammie gie to you?' etc\.
`She gied to me a wee wee f+ish,' etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 12O.3
\N1 `[O] what did she boil the wee f+ishie in?'
`O she boiled it in a wee wee pan; it turned baith black an blue, blue,
It turned baith black an blue.'
\SBALLADS Child 12O.4
\N1 `An what did she gie the banes o\'t to?'
`O she gied them to a wee wee dog;' mak, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 12O.5
\N1 `An what did the wee wee doggie do then?'
`O it put out its tongue and its feet, an it deed; an sae maun I do, noo, noo,
An sae maun I do noo!'
\LBALLADS Child 12[P.1]
\N1 `Where hae ye been a\' day, Lord Ronald, my son?
Where hae ye been a\' day, my handsome young one?'
`I\'ve been in the wood hunting; mother, make my bed soon,
For I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun'
\SBALLADS Child 12[P.2]
\N1 `O where did you dine, Lord Ronald, my son?
O where did you dine, my handsome young one?'
`I dined with my sweetheart; mother, make my bed soon,
For I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[P.3]
\N1 `What got you to dine on, Lord Ronald, my son?
What got you to dine on, my handsome young one?'
`I got eels boiled in water that in heather doth run,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[P.4]
\N1 `What did she wi the broo o them, Lord Ronald, my son?
What did she wi the broo o them, my handsome young one?'
`She gave it to my hounds for to live upon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[P.5]
\N1 `Where are your hounds now, Lord Ronald, my son?
Where are your hounds now, my handsome young one?'
`They are a\' swelled and bursted, and sae will I soon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[P.6]
\N1 `What will you leave your father, Lord Ronald, my son?
What will you leave your father, my handsome young one?'
`I\'ll leave him my lands for to live upon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[P.7]
\N1 `What will you leave your brother, Lord Ronald, my son?
What will you leave your brother, my handsome young one?'
`I\'ll leave him my gallant steed for to ride upon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[P.8]
\N1 `What will you leave your sister, Lord Ronald, my son?
What will you leave your sister, my handsome young one?'
`I\'ll leave her my gold watch for to look upon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[P.9]
\N1 `What will you leave your mother, Lord Ronald, my son?
What will you leave your mother, my handsome young one?'
`I\'ll leave her my Bible for to read upon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[P.10]
\N1 `What will you leave your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?
What will you leave your sweetheart, my handsome young one?'
`I\'ll leave her the gallows-tree for to hang upon,
It was her that poisoned me;' and so he fell doun.
\LBALLADS Child 12[Q.1]
\N1 `O whare hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son?
O whare hae ye been, my handsome young man?'
`Oer the peat moss mang the heather, mother, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m weary, weary hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[Q.6]
\N1 `What leave ye to your father, Lord Randal, my son?
What leave ye to your father, my handsome young man?'
`I leave my houses and land, mother, mak my bed soon,
For I\'m weary, weary hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[Q.7]
\N1 `What leave ye to your brother, Lord Randal, my son?
What leave ye to your brother, my handsome young man?'
`O the guid milk-white steed that I rode upon,
For I\'m weary, weary hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[Q.8]
\N1 `What leave ye to your true-love, Lord Randal, my son?
What leave ye to your true-love, my handsome young man?'
`O a high, high gallows, to hang her upon,
For I\'m weary, weary hunting, and fain wad lie down.'
\LBALLADS Child 12[R.1]
\N1 `Whare hae ye been a\' day, my little wee toorin dow?'
`It\'s I\'ve been at my grandmammy\'s; mak my bed, mammy, now.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[R.2]
\N1 `And what did ye get frae your grandmammy, my little wee toorin dow?'
`It\'s I got a wee bit f+ishy to eat; mak my bed, mammy, now.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[R.3]
\N1 `An what did ye do wi the banes o it, my little wee toorin dow?'
`I gied it to my black doggy to eat; mak my bed, mammy, now.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[R.4]
\N1 `An what did your little black doggy do syne, my little wee toorin dow?'
`He shot out his head, and his feet, and he died; as I do, mammy, now.'
\LBALLADS Child 12[S.1]
\N1 `Where have you been today, Randall, my son?
Where have you been today, my only man?'
`I have been a hunting, mother, make my bed soon,
For I\'m sick at the heart, fain woud lie down.
Dear sister, hold my head, dear mother, make my bed,
I am sick at the heart, fain woud lie down.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[S.2]
\N1 `What have you eat today, Randal, my son?
What have you eat today, my only man?'
`I have eat an eel; mother, make,' etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 12[S.3]
\N1 `What was the colour of it, Randal, my son?
What was the colour of it, my only man?'
`It was neither green, grey, blue nor black,
But speckled on the back; make,' etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 12[S.4]
\N1 `Who gave you eels today, Randal, my son?
Who gave you eels today, my only man?'
`My own sweetheart; mother, make,' etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 12[S.5]
\N1 `Where shall I make your bed, Randal, my son?
Where shall I make your bed, my only man?'
`In the churchyard; mother, make,' etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 12[S.6]
\N1 `What will you leave her then, Randall, my son?
What will you leave her then, my only man?'
`A halter to hang herself; make,' etc\.
\LBALLADS Child 12[U.1]
\N1 `Whare were ye the lea lang day,
\SBALLADS Child 12[U.1r]
\N1 My wee crooding doo, doo?'
\SBALLADS Child 12[U.1]
\N2 `I hae been at my step-dame\'s;
\SBALLADS Child 12[U.1r]
\N2 Mammy, mak my bed noo, noo!'
\SBALLADS Child 12[U.2]
\N1 `Whare gat she the wee, wee f+ish?'
`She gat it neist the edder-f+lowe.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[U.3]
\N1 `What did she wi the f+ishie\'s banes?'
`The wee black dog gat them to eat.'
\SBALLADS Child 12[U.4]
\N1 `What did the wee black doggie then?'
`He shot out his f+ittie an deed;
\SBALLADS Child 12[U.4r]
\N1 An sae maun I now too, too.' Etc\.
\LBALLADS Child 13A.1
\N1 `WHAT bluid\'s that on thy coat lap,
Son Davie, son Davie?
What bluid\'s that on thy coat lap?
And the truth come tell to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 13A.2
\N1 `It is the bluid of my great hawk,
Mother lady, mother lady:
It is the bluid of my great hawk,
And the truth I have told to thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 13A.3
\N1 `Hawk\'s bluid was neer sae red,
Son Davie, son Davie:
Hawk\'s bluid was neer sae red,
And the truth come tell to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 13A.4
\N1 `It is the bluid of my greyhound,
Mother lady, mother lady:
It is the bluid of my greyhound,
And it wadna rin for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 13A.5
\N1 `Hound\'s bluid was neer sae red,
Son Davie, son Davie:
Hound\'s bluid was neer sae red,
And the truth come tell to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 13A.6
\N1 `It is the bluid o my brither John,
Mother lady, mother lady:
It is the bluid o my brither John,
And the truth I have told to thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 13A.7
\N1 `What about did the plea begin,
Son Davie, son Davie?'
`It began about the cutting of a willow wand
That would never been a tree.'
\SBALLADS Child 13A.8
\N1 `What death dost thou desire to die,
Son Davie, son Davie?
What death dost thou desire to die?
And the truth come tell to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 13A.9
\N1 `I\'ll set my foot in a bottomless ship,
Mother lady, mother lady:
I\'ll set my foot in a bottomless ship,
And ye\'ll never see mair o me.'
\SBALLADS Child 13A.10
\N1 `What wilt thou leave to thy poor wife,
Son Davie, son Davie?'
`Grief and sorrow all her life,
And she\'ll never see mair o me.'
\SBALLADS Child 13A.11
\N1 `What wilt thou leave to thy old son,
Son Davie, son Davie?'
`I\'ll leave him the weary world to wander up and down,
And he\'ll never get mair o me.'
\SBALLADS Child 13A.12
\N1 `What wilt thou leave to thy mother dear,
Son Davie, son Davie?'
`A f+ire o coals to burn her, wi hearty cheer,
And she\'ll never get mair o me.'
\LBALLADS Child 13B.1
\N1 `WHY dois your brand sae drap wi bluid,
Edward, Edward,
Why dois your brand sae drap wi bluid,
And why sae sad gang yee O?'
`O I hae killed my hauke sae guid,
Mither, mither,
O I hae killed my hauke sae guid,
And I had nae mair bot hee O.'
\SBALLADS Child 13B.2
\N1 `Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid,
Edward, Edward,
Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid,
My deir son I tell thee O.'
\N1 `O I hae killed my reid-roan steid,
Mither, mither,
O I hae killed my reid-roan steid,
That erst was sae fair and frie O.'
\SBALLADS Child 13B.3
\N1 `Your steid was auld, and ye hae gat mair,
Edward, Edward,
Your steid was auld, and ye hae gat mair,
Sum other dule ye drie O.'
`O I hae killed my fadir deir,
Mither, mither,
O I hae killed my fadir deir,
Alas, and wae is mee O!'
\SBALLADS Child 13B.4
\N1 `And whatten penance wul ye drie, for that,
Edward, Edward?
And whatten penance will ye drie for that?
My deir son, now tell me O.'
`Ile set my feit in yonder boat,
Mither, mither,
Ile set my feit in yonder boat,
And Ile fare ovir the sea O.'
\SBALLADS Child 13B.5
\N1 `And what wul ye doe wi your towirs and your ha,
Edward, Edward?
And what wul ye doe wi your towirs and your ha,
That were sae fair to see O?'
`Ile let thame stand tul they doun fa,
Mither, mither,
Ile let thame stand tul they doun fa,
For here nevir mair maun I bee O.'
\SBALLADS Child 13B.6
\N1 `And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife,
Edward, Edward?
And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife,
Whan ye gang ovir the sea O?'
`The warldis room, late them beg thrae life,
Mither, mither,
The warldis room, late them beg thrae life,
For thame nevir mair wul I see O.'
\SBALLADS Child 13B.7
\N1 `And what wul ye leive to your ain mither deir,
Edward, Edward?
And what wul ye leive to your ain mither deir?
My deir son, now tell me O.'
`The curse of hell frae me sall ye beir,
Mither, mither,
The curse of hell frae me sall ye beir,
Sic counseils ye gave to me O.'
\LBALLADS Child 13C.1
\N1 `O WHAT did the fray begin about?
My son, come tell to me:'
`It began about the breaking o the bonny hazel wand,
And a penny wad hae bought the tree.'
\LBALLADS Child 14A.1
\N1 THERE were three ladies lived in a bower,
\SBALLADS Child 14A.1r
\N1 Eh vow bonnie
\SBALLADS Child 14A.1
\N2 And they went out to pull a f+lower.
\SBALLADS Child 14A.1r
\N2 On the bonnie banks o Fordie
\SBALLADS Child 14A.2
\N1 They hadna pu\'ed a f+lower but ane,
When up started to them a banisht man.
\SBALLADS Child 14A.3
\N1 He\'s taen the f+irst sister by her hand,
And he\'s turned her round and made her stand.
\SBALLADS Child 14A.4
\N1 `It\'s whether will ye be a rank robber\'s wife,
Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife?'
\SBALLADS Child 14A.5
\N1 `It\'s I\'ll not be a rank robber\'s wife,
But I\'ll rather die by your wee pen-knife.'
\SBALLADS Child 14A.6
\N1 He\'s killed this may, and he\'s laid her by,
For to bear the red rose company.
\SBALLADS Child 14A.7
\N1 He\'s taken the second ane by the hand,
And he\'s turned her round and made her stand.
\SBALLADS Child 14A.8
\N1 `It\'s whether will ye be a rank robber\'s wife,
Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife?'
\SBALLADS Child 14A.9
\N1 `I\'ll not be a rank robber\'s wife,
But I\'ll rather die by your wee pen-knife.'
\SBALLADS Child 14A.10
\N1 He\'s killed this may, and he\'s laid her by,
For to bear the red rose company.
\SBALLADS Child 14A.11
\N1 He\'s taken the youngest ane by the hand,
And he\'s turned her round and made her stand.
\SBALLADS Child 14A.12
\N1 Says, `Will ye be a rank robber\'s wife,
Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife?'
\SBALLADS Child 14A.13
\N1 `I\'ll not be a rank robber\'s wife,
Nor will I die by your wee pen-knife.
\SBALLADS Child 14A.14
\N1 `For I hae a brother in this wood,
And gin ye kill me, it\'s he\'ll kill thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 14A.15
\N1 `What\'s thy brother\'s name? come tell to me.'
`My brother\'s name is Baby Lon.'
\SBALLADS Child 14A.16
\N1 `O sister, sister, what have I done!
O have I done this ill to thee!
\SBALLADS Child 14A.17
\N1 `O since I\'ve done this evil deed,
Good sall never be seen o me.'
\SBALLADS Child 14A.18
\N1 He\'s taken out his wee pen-knife,
And he\'s twyned himsel o his ain sweet life.
\LBALLADS Child 14B.1
\N1 THERE wond three ladies in a bower,
\SBALLADS Child 14B.1r
\N1 Annet and Margret and Marjorie
\SBALLADS Child 14B.1
\N2 And they have gane out to pu a f+lower.
\SBALLADS Child 14B.1r
\N2 And the dew it lyes on the wood, gay ladie
\SBALLADS Child 14B.2
\N1 They had nae pu\'d a f+lower but ane,
When up has started a banished man.
\SBALLADS Child 14B.3
\N1 He has taen the eldest by the hand,
He has turned her about and bade her stand.
\SBALLADS Child 14B.4
\N1 `Now whether will ye be a banisht man\'s wife,
Or will ye be sticked wi my pen-knife?'
\SBALLADS Child 14B.5
\N1 `I will na be ca\'d a banished man\'s wife,
I\'ll rather be sticked wi your pen-knife.'
\SBALLADS Child 14B.6
\N1 And he has taen out his little pen-knife,
And frae this lady he has taen the life.
\SBALLADS Child 14B.7
\N1 He has taen the second by the hand,
He has turned her about and he bad her stand.
\SBALLADS Child 14B.8
\N1 `Now whether will ye be a banisht man\'s wife,
Or will ye be sticked wi my pen-knife?'
\SBALLADS Child 14B.9
\N1 `I will na be ca\'d a banished man\'s wife;
I\'ll rather be sticked wi your pen-knife.'
\SBALLADS Child 14B.10
\N1 And he has taen out his little pen-knife,
And frae this lady he has taen the life.
\SBALLADS Child 14B.11
\N1 He has taen the youngest by the hand,
He has turned her about and he bad her stand.
\SBALLADS Child 14B.12
\N1 `Now whether will ye be a banished man\'s wife,
Or will ye be sticked wi my pen-knife?'
\SBALLADS Child 14B.13
\N1 `I winnae be called a banished man\'s wife,
Nor yet will I be sticked wi your pen-knife.
\SBALLADS Child 14B.14
\N1 `But gin my three brethren had been here,
Ye had nae slain my sisters dear.'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 14C.1
\N1 THERE were three sisters on a road,
\SBALLADS Child 14C.1r
\N1 Gilly f+lower gentle rosemary
\SBALLADS Child 14C.1
\N2 And there they met a banished lord.
\SBALLADS Child 14C.1r
\N2 And the dew it hings over the mulberry tree
\SBALLADS Child 14C.2
\N1 The eldest sister was on the road,
And there she met with the banished lord.
\SBALLADS Child 14C.3
\N1 `O will ye consent to lose your life,
Or will ye be a banished lord\'s wife?'
\SBALLADS Child 14C.4
\N1 `I\'ll rather consent to lose my life
Before I\'ll be a banished lord\'s wife.'
\SBALLADS Child 14C.5
\N1 `It\'s lean your head upon my staff,'
And with his pen-knife he has cutted it aff.
\SBALLADS Child 14C.6
\N1 He f+lang her in amang the broom,
Saying, `Lye ye there till another ane come.'
\SBALLADS Child 14C.7
\N1 The second sister was on the road,
And there she met with the banished lord.
\SBALLADS Child 14C.8
\N1 `O will ye consent to lose your life,
Or will ye be a banished lord\'s wife?'
\SBALLADS Child 14C.9
\N1 `I\'ll rather consent to lose my life
Before I\'ll be a banished lord\'s wife.'
\SBALLADS Child 14C.10
\N1 `It\'s lean your head upon my staff,'
And with his pen-knife he has cutted it aff.
\SBALLADS Child 14C.11
\N1 He f+lang her in amang the broom,
Saying, `Lie ye there till another ane come.'
\SBALLADS Child 14C.12
\N1 The youngest sister was on the road,
And there she met with the banished lord.
\SBALLADS Child 14C.13
\N1 `O will ye consent to lose your life,
Or will ye be a banished lord\'s wife?'
\SBALLADS Child 14C.14
\N1 `O if my three brothers were here,
Ye durstna put me in such a fear.'
\SBALLADS Child 14C.15
\N1 `What are your three brothers, altho they were here,
That I durstna put you in such a fear?'
\SBALLADS Child 14C.16
\N1 `My eldest brother\'s a belted knight,
The second, he\'s a . . .
\SBALLADS Child 14C.17
\N1 `My youngest brother\'s a banished lord,
And oftentimes he walks on this road.'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 14D.1
\N1 THERE were three sisters, they lived in a bower,
\SBALLADS Child 14D.1r
\N1 Sing Anna, sing Margaret, sing Marjorie
\SBALLADS Child 14D.1
\N2 The youngest o them was the fairest f+lower.
\SBALLADS Child 14D.1r
\N2 And the dew goes thro the wood, gay ladie
\SBALLADS Child 14D.2
\N1 The oldest of them she\'s to the wood gane,
To seek a braw leaf and to bring it hame.
\SBALLADS Child 14D.3
\N1 There she met with an outlyer bold,
Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
\SBALLADS Child 14D.4
\N1 `Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?'
\SBALLADS Child 14D.5
\N1 `O kind sir, if I hae\'t at my will,
I\'ll twinn with my life, keep my maidenhead still.'
\SBALLADS Child 14D.6
\N1 He\'s taen out his we pen-knife,
He\'s twinned this young lady of her sweet life
\SBALLADS Child 14D.7
\N1 He wiped his knife along the dew;
But the more he wiped, the redder it grew.
\SBALLADS Child 14D.8
\N1 The second of them she\'s to the wood gane,
To seek her old sister, and to bring her hame.
\SBALLADS Child 14D.9
\N1 There she met with an outlyer bold,
Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
\SBALLADS Child 14D.10
\N1 `Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?'
\SBALLADS Child 14D.11
\N1 `O kind sir, if I hae\'t at my will,
I\'ll twinn with my life, keep my maidenhead still.'
\SBALLADS Child 14D.12
\N1 He\'s taen out his we pen-knife,
He\'s twinned this young lady of her sweet life.
\SBALLADS Child 14D.13
\N1 He wiped his knife along the dew;
But the more he wiped, the redder it grew.
\SBALLADS Child 14D.14
\N1 The youngest of them she\'s to the wood gane,
To seek her two sisters, and to bring them hame.
\SBALLADS Child 14D.15
\N1 There she met with an outlyer bold,
Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
\SBALLADS Child 14D.16
\N1 `Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?'
\SBALLADS Child 14D.17
\N1 `If my three brethren they were here,
Such questions as these thou durst nae speer.'
\SBALLADS Child 14D.18
\N1 `Pray, what may thy three brethren be,
That I durst na mak so bold with thee?'
\SBALLADS Child 14D.19
\N1 `The eldest o them is a minister bred,
He teaches the people from evil to good.
\SBALLADS Child 14D.20
\N1 `The second o them is a ploughman good,
He ploughs the land for his livelihood.
\SBALLADS Child 14D.21
\N1 `The youngest of them is an outlyer bold,
Lies many a long night in the woods so cold.'
\SBALLADS Child 14D.22
\N1 He stuck his knife then into the ground,
He took a long race, let himself fall on.
\LBALLADS Child 14E.1
\N1 THE Duke o Perth had three daughters,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.1r
\N1 Elizabeth, Margaret, and fair Marie;
\SBALLADS Child 14E.1
\N2 And Elizabeth\'s to the greenwud gane,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.1r
\N2 To pu the rose and the fair lilie.
\SBALLADS Child 14E.2
\N1 But she hadna pu\'d a rose, a rose,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.2r
\N1 A double rose, but barely three,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.2
\N2 Whan up and started a Loudon lord,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.2r
\N2 Wi Loudon hose, and Loudon sheen.
\SBALLADS Child 14E.3
\N1 `Will ye be called a robber\'s wife?
Or will ye be stickit wi my bloody knife?
\SBALLADS Child 14E.3r
\N1 For pu\'in the rose and the fair lilie,
For pu\'in them sae fair and free.'
\SBALLADS Child 14E.4
\N1 `Before I\'ll be called a robber\'s wife,
I\'ll rather be stickit wi your bloody knife,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.4r
\N1 For pu\'in,' etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 14E.5
\N1 Then out he\'s tane his little pen-knife,
And he\'s parted her and her sweet life,
And thrown her oer a bank o brume,
There never more for to be found.
\SBALLADS Child 14E.6
\N1 The Duke o Perth had three daughters,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.6r
\N1 Elizabeth, Margaret, and fair Marie;
\SBALLADS Child 14E.6
\N2 And Margaret\'s to the greenwud gane,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.6r
\N2 To pu the rose and the fair lilie.
\SBALLADS Child 14E.7
\N1 She hadna pu\'d a rose, a rose,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.7r
\N1 A double rose, but barely three,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.7
\N2 When up and started a Loudon lord,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.7r
\N2 Wi Loudon hose, and Loudon sheen.
\SBALLADS Child 14E.8
\N1 `Will ye be called a robber\'s wife?
Or will ye be stickit wi my bloody knife?
\SBALLADS Child 14E.8r
\N1 For pu\'in,' etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 14E.9
\N1 `Before I\'ll be called a robber\'s wife,
I\'ll rather be stickit wi your bloody knife,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.9r
\N1 For pu\'in,' etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 14E.10
\N1 Then out he\'s tane his little pen-knife,
And he\'s parted her and her sweet life,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.10r
\N1 For pu\'in, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 14E.11
\N1 The Duke o Perth had three daughters,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.1r
\N1 Elizabeth, Margaret, and fair Marie;
\SBALLADS Child 14E.11
\N2 And Mary\'s to the greenwud gane,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.1r
\N2 To pu the rose and the fair lilie.
\SBALLADS Child 14E.12
\N1 She hadna pu\'d a rose, a rose,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.12r
\N1 A double rose, but barely three,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.12
\N2 When up and started a Loudon lord,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.12r
\N2 Wi Loudon hose, and Loudon sheen.
\SBALLADS Child 14E.13
\N1 `O will ye be called a robber\'s wife?
Or will ye be stickit wi my bloody knife?
\SBALLADS Child 14E.13r
\N1 For pu\'in,' etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 14E.14
\N1 `Before I\'ll be called a robber\'s wife,
I\'ll rather be stickit wi your bloody knife,
\SBALLADS Child 14E.14r
\N1 For pu\'in,' etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 14E.15
\N1 But just as he took out his knife,
To tak frae her her ain sweet life,
Her brother John cam ryding bye,
And this bloody robber he did espy.
\SBALLADS Child 14E.16
\N1 But when he saw his sister fair,
He kennd her by her yellow hair;
He calld upon his pages three,
To f+ind this robber speedilie.
\SBALLADS Child 14E.17
\N1 `My sisters twa that are dead and gane,
For whom we made a heavy maene,
It\'s you that\'s twinnd them o their life,
And wi your cruel bloody knife.
\SBALLADS Child 14E.18
\N1 `Then for their life ye sair shall dree;
Ye sall be hangit on a tree,
Or thrown into the poisond lake,
To feed the toads and rattle-snake.'
\LBALLADS Child 14[F.1]
\N1 There were three sisters going from home,
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.1r]
\N1 All in a lea and alony, oh
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.1]
\N2 They met a man, and he made them stand,
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.1r]
\N2 Down by the bonny banks of Airdrie, oh.
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.2]
\N1 He took the f+irst one by the hand,
He turned her round, and he made her stand.
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.3]
\N1 Saying, Will you be a robber\'s wife?
Or will you die by my penknife?
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.4]
\N1 `Oh, I wont be a robber\'s wife,
But I will die by your penknife.'
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.5]
\N1 Then he took the second by her hand,
He turned her round, and he made her stand.
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.6]
\N1 Saying, Will you be a robber\'s wife?
Or will you die by my penknife?
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.7]
\N1 `Oh, I wont be a robber\'s wife,
But I will die by your penknife.'
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.8]
\N1 He took the third one by the hand,
He turned her round, and he made her stand.
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.9]
\N1 Saying, Will you be a robber\'s wife?
Or will you die by my penknife?
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.10]
\N1 `Oh, I wont be a robber\'s wife,
And I wont die by you penknife.
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.11]
\N1 `If my two brothers had been here,
You would not have killed my sisters two.'
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.12]
\N1 `What was your two brothers\' names?'
`One was John, and the other was James.'
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.13]
\N1 `Oh, what did your two brothers do?'
`One was a minister, the other such as you.'
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.14]
\N1 `Oh, what is this that I have done?
I have killed my sisters, all but one.
\SBALLADS Child 14[F.15]
\N1 `And now I\'ll take out my penknife,
And here I\'ll end my own sweet life.'
\LBALLADS Child 15A.1
\N1 MY boy was scarcely ten years auld,
Whan he went to an unco land,
Where wind never blew, nor cocks ever crew,
Ohon for my son, Leesome Brand!
\SBALLADS Child 15A.2
\N1 Awa to that king\'s court he went,
It was to serve for meat an fee;
Gude red gowd it was his hire,
And lang in that king\'s court stayd he.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.3
\N1 He hadna been in that unco land
But only twallmonths twa or three,
Till by the glancing o his ee,
He gaind the love o a gay ladye.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.4
\N1 This ladye was scarce eleven years auld,
When on her love she was right bauld;
She was scarce up to my right knee,
When oft in bed wi men I\'m tauld.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.5
\N1 But when nine months were come and gane,
This ladye\'s face turnd pale and wane.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.6
\N1 To Leesome Brand she then did say,
`In this place I can nae mair stay.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.7
\N1 `Ye do you to my father\'s stable,
Where steeds do stand baith wight and able.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.8
\N1 `Strike ane o them upo the back,
The swiftest will gie his head a wap.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.9
\N1 `Ye take him out upo the green,
And get him saddled and bridled seen.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.10
\N1 `Get ane for you, anither for me,
And lat us ride out ower the lee.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.11
\N1 `Ye do you to my mother\'s coffer,
And out of it ye\'ll take my tocher.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.12
\N1 `Therein are sixty thousand pounds,
Which all to me by right belongs.'
\SBALLADS Child 15A.13
\N1 He\'s done him to her father\'s stable,
Where steeds stood baith wicht and able.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.14
\N1 Then he strake ane upon the back,
The swiftest gae his head a wap.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.15
\N1 He\'s taen him out upo the green,
And got him saddled and bridled seen.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.16
\N1 Ane for him, and another for her,
To carry them baith wi might and virr.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.17
\N1 He\'s done him to her mother\'s coffer,
And there he\'s taen his love\'s tocher;
\SBALLADS Child 15A.18
\N1 Wherein were sixty thousand pound,
Which all to her by right belongd.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.19
\N1 When they had ridden about six mile,
His true love then began to fail.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.20
\N1 `O wae\'s me,' said that gay ladye,
`I fear my back will gang in three!
\SBALLADS Child 15A.21
\N1 `O gin I had but a gude midwife,
Here this day to save my life,
\SBALLADS Child 15A.22
\N1 `And ease me o my misery,
O dear, how happy I would be!'
\SBALLADS Child 15A.23
\N1 `My love, we\'re far frae ony town,
There is nae midwife to be foun.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.24
\N1 `But if ye\'ll be content wi me,
I\'ll do for you what man can dee.'
\SBALLADS Child 15A.25
\N1 `For no, for no, this maunna be,'
Wi a sigh, replied this gay ladye.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.26
\N1 `When I endure my grief and pain,
My companie ye maun refrain.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.27
\N1 `Ye\'ll take your arrow and your bow,
And ye will hunt the deer and roe.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.28
\N1 `Be sure ye touch not the white hynde,
For she is o the woman kind.'
\SBALLADS Child 15A.29
\N1 He took sic pleasure in deer and roe,
Till he forgot his gay ladye.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.30
\N1 Till by it came that milk-white hynde,
And then he mind on his ladye syne.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.31
\N1 He hasted him to yon greenwood tree,
For to relieve his gay ladye;
\SBALLADS Child 15A.32
\N1 But found his ladye lying dead,
Likeways her young son at her head.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.33
\N1 His mother lay ower her castle wa,
And she beheld baith dale and down;
And she beheld young Leesome Brand,
As he came riding to the town.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.34
\N1 `Get minstrels for to play,' she said,
`And dancers to dance in my room;
For here comes my son, Leesome Brand,
And he comes merrilie to the town.'
\SBALLADS Child 15A.35
\N1 `Seek nae minstrels to play, mother,
Nor dancers to dance in your room;
But tho your son comes, Leesome Brand,
Yet he comes sorry to the town.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.36
\N1 `O I hae lost my gowden knife;
I rather had lost my ain sweet life!
\SBALLADS Child 15A.37
\N1 `And I hae lost a better thing,
The gilded sheath that it was in.'
\SBALLADS Child 15A.38
\N1 `Are there nae gowdsmiths here in Fife,
Can make to you anither knife?
\SBALLADS Child 15A.39
\N1 `Are there nae sheath-makers in the land,
Can make a sheath to Leesome Brand?'
\SBALLADS Child 15A.40
\N1 `There are nae gowdsmiths here in Fife,
Can make me sic a gowden knife;
\SBALLADS Child 15A.41
\N1 `Nor nae sheath-makers in the land,
Can make to me a sheath again.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.42
\N1 `There ne\'er was man in Scotland born,
Ordaind to be so much forlorn.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.43
\N1 `I\'ve lost my ladye I lovd sae dear,
Likeways the son she did me bear.'
\SBALLADS Child 15A.44
\N1 `Put in your hand at my bed head,
There ye\'ll f+ind a gude grey horn;
In it three draps o\' Saint Paul\'s ain blude,
That hae been there sin he was born.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.45
\N1 `Drap twa o them o your ladye,
And ane upo your little young son;
Then as lively they will be
As the f+irst night ye brought them hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 15A.46
\N1 He put his hand at her bed head,
And there he found a gude grey horn,
Wi three draps o\' Saint Paul\'s ain blude,
That had been there sin he was born.
\SBALLADS Child 15A.47
\N1 Then he drappd twa on his ladye,
And ane o them on his young son,
And now they do as lively be,
As the f+irst day he brought them hame.
\LBALLADS Child 15B.1
\N1 `THERE is a feast in your father\'s house,
\SBALLADS Child 15B.1r
\N1 The broom blooms bonnie and so is it fair
\SBALLADS Child 15B.1
\N2 It becomes you and me to be very douce.
\SBALLADS Child 15B.1r
\N2 And we\'ll never gang up to the broom nae mair
\SBALLADS Child 15B.2
\N1 `You will go to yon hill so hie;
Take your bow and your arrow wi thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 15B.3
\N1 He\'s tane his lady on his back,
And his auld son in his coat lap.
\SBALLADS Child 15B.4
\N1 `When ye hear me give a cry,
Ye\'ll shoot your bow and let me lye.
\SBALLADS Child 15B.5
\N1 `When ye see my lying still,
Throw away your bow and come running me till.'
\SBALLADS Child 15B.6
\N1 When he heard her gie the cry,
He shot his bow and he let her lye.
\SBALLADS Child 15B.7
\N1 When he saw she was lying still,
He threw away his bow and came running her till.
\SBALLADS Child 15B.8
\N1 It was nae wonder his heart was sad
When he shot his auld son at her head.
\SBALLADS Child 15B.9
He houkit a grave, long, large and wide,
He buried his auld son doun by her side.
\SBALLADS Child 15B.10
\N1 It was nae wonder his heart was sair
When he shooled the mools in her yellow hair.
\SBALLADS Child 15B.11
\N1 `Oh,' said his father, 'Son, but thou\'rt sad!
At our braw meeting you micht be glad.'
\SBALLADS Child 15B.12
\N1 `Oh,' said he, `Father, I\'ve lost my knife
I loved as dear almost as my own life.
\SBALLADS Child 15B.13
\N1 `But I have lost a far better thing,
I lost the sheath that the knife was in.'
\SBALLADS Child 15B.14
\N1 `Hold thy tongue, and mak nae din;
I\'ll buy thee a sheath and a knife therein.'
\SBALLADS Child 15B.15
\N1 `A\' the ships eer sailed the sea
Neer\'ll bring such a sheath and a knife to me.
\SBALLADS Child 15B.16
\N1 `A\' the smiths that lives on land
Will neer bring such a sheath and knife to my hand.'
\LBALLADS Child 16A.1
\N1 IT is talked the warld all over,
\SBALLADS Child 16A.1r
\N1 The brume blooms bonnie and says it is fair
\SBALLADS Child 16A.1
\N2 That the king\'s dochter gaes wi child to her brither.
\SBALLADS Child 16A.1r
\N2 And we\'ll never gang doun to the brume onie mair
\SBALLADS Child 16A.2
\N1 He\'s taen his sister doun to her father\'s deer park,
Wi his yew-tree bow and arrows fast slung to his back.
\SBALLADS Child 16A.3
\N1 `Now when that ye hear me gie a loud cry,
Shoot frae thy bow an arrow and there let me lye.
\SBALLADS Child 16A.4
\N1 `And when that ye see I am lying dead,
Then ye\'ll put me in a grave, wi a turf at my head.'
\SBALLADS Child 16A.5
\N1 Now when he heard her gie a loud cry,
His silver arrow frae his bow he suddenly let f+ly.
\SBALLADS Child 16A.5r
\N2 Now they\'ll never, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 16A.6
\N1 He has made a grave that was lang and was deep,
And he has buried his sister, wi her babe at her feet.
\SBALLADS Child 16A.6r
\N2 And they\'ll never, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 16A.7
\N1 And when he came to his father\'s court hall,
There was music and minstrels and dancing and all.
\SBALLADS Child 16A.7r
\N2 But they\'ll never, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 16A.8
\N1 `O Willie, O Willie, what makes thee in pain?'
`I have lost a sheath and knife that I\'ll never see again.'
\SBALLADS Child 16A.8r
\N2 For we\'ll never, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 16A.9
\N1 `There is ships o your father\'s sailing on the sea
That will bring as good a sheath and a knife unto thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 16A.10
\N1 `There is ships o my father\'s sailing on the sea,
But sic a sheath and a knife they can never bring to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 16A.10r
\N2 Now we\'ll never, etc\.
\LBALLADS Child 16B.1
\N1 AE lady has whispered the other,
\SBALLADS Child 16B.1r
\N1 The broom grows bonnie, the broom grows fair
\SBALLADS Child 16B.1
\N2 Lady Margaret\'s wi bairn to Sir Richard, her brother.
\SBALLADS Child 16B.1r
\N2 And we daur na gae doun to the broom nae mair
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 16B.2
\N1 `And when ye hear me loud, loud cry,
O bend your bow, let your arrow f+ly.
\SBALLADS Child 16B.2r
\N2 And I daur na, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 16B.3
\N1 `But when ye see me lying still,
O then you may come and greet your f+ill.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 16B.4
\N1 `It\'s I hae broken my little pen-knife
That I loed dearer than my life.'
\SBALLADS Child 16B.4r
\N2 And I daur na, etc\.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 16B.5
\N1 `It\'s no for the knife that my tears doun run,
But it\'s a\' for the case that my knife was kept in.'
\LBALLADS Child 16C.1
\N1 IT\R\'\rS whispered in parlour, it\'s whispered in ha,
\SBALLADS Child 16C.1r
\N1 The broom blooms bonie, the broom blooms fair
\SBALLADS Child 16C.1
\N2 Lady Marget\'s wi child amang our ladies a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 16C.1r
\N2 And she dare na gae down to the broom nae mair
\SBALLADS Child 16C.2
\N1 One day whisperd unto another
Lady Marget\'s wi child to Sir Richard, her brother.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 16C.3
\N1 `O when that you hear my loud loud cry,
Then bend your bow and let your arrows f+ly.
\SBALLADS Child 16C.3r
\N2 For I dare na,' etc\.
\LBALLADS Child 16D.1
\N1 AE king\'s dochter said to anither,
\SBALLADS Child 16D.1r
\N1 Broom blooms bonnie an grows sae fair
\SBALLADS Child 16D.1
\N2 We\'ll gae ride like sister and brither.
\SBALLADS Child 16D.1r
\N2 But we\'ll never gae down to the broom nae mair
\LBALLADS Child 16[E.1]
\N1 One king\'s daughter said to anither,
\SBALLADS Child 16[E.1r]
\N1 Brume blumes bonnie and grows sae fair
\SBALLADS Child 16[E.1]
\N2 `We\'ll gae ride like sister and brither.'
\SBALLADS Child 16[E.1r]
\N2 And we\'ll neer gae down to the brume nae mair
\SBALLADS Child 16[E.2]
\N1 `We\'ll ride doun into yonder valley,
Whare the greene green trees are budding sae gaily.
\SBALLADS Child 16[E.3]
\N1 `Wi hawke and hounde we will hunt sae rarely,
And we\'ll come back in the morning early.'
\SBALLADS Child 16[E.4]
\N1 They rade on like sister and brither,
And they hunted and hawket in the valley the-gether.
\SBALLADS Child 16[E.5]
\N1 `Now, lady, hauld my horse and my hawk,
For I maun na ride, and I downa walk.
\SBALLADS Child 16[E.6]
\N1 `But set me doun be the rute o this tree,
For there hae I dreamt that my bed sall be.'
\SBALLADS Child 16[E.7]
\N1 The ae king\'s dochter did lift doun the ither,
And she was licht in her armis like ony fether.
\SBALLADS Child 16[E.8]
\N1 Bonnie Lady Ann sat doun be the tree,
And a wide grave was houkit whare nane suld be.
\SBALLADS Child 16[E.9]
\N1 The hawk had nae lure, and the horse had nae master,
And the faithless hounds thro the woods ran faster.
\SBALLADS Child 16[E.10]
\N1 The one king\'s dochter has ridden awa,
But bonnie Lady Ann lay in the deed-thraw.
\LBALLADS Child 16[F.1]
\N1 `There is a feast in your father\'s house,
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.1r]
\N1 The broom blooms bonnie, and so is it fair
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.1]
\N2 It becomes you and me to be very douce.'
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.1r]
\N2 And we\'ll never gang up to the broom nae mair
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.2]
\N1 `Will you to to yon hill so hie,
Take your bow and your arrow wi thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.3]
\N1 He\'s tane his lady on his back,
And his auld son in his coat-lap.
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.4]
\N1 `When ye hear me give a cry,
Ye\'ll shoot your bow and let me ly.
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.5]
\N1 `When ye see me lying still,
Throw awa your bow and come running me till.'
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.6]
\N1 When he heard her gie a cry,
He shot his bow and he let her lye.
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.7]
\N1 When he saw she was lying still,
He threw awa his bow and came running her till.
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.8]
\N1 It was nae wonder his heart was sad,
When he shot his auld son at her head.
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.9]
\N1 He howkit a grave lang, large and wide,
He buried his auld son down by her side.
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.10]
\N1 It was nae wonder his heart was sair,
When he shooled the mools on her yellow hair.
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.11]
\N1 `Oh,' said his father, 'Son, but thou\'rt sad,
At our braw meeting you micht be glad.'
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.12]
\N1 `Oh,' said he, 'Father, I\'ve lost my knife,
I loved as dear almost as my own life.
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.13]
\N1 `But I have lost a far better thing,
I lost the sheathe that the knife was in.'
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.14]
\N1 `Hold thy tongue and mak nae din,
I\'ll buy thee a sheath and a knife therein.'
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.15]
\N1 `A\' the ships ere sailed the sea
Neer\'ll bring such a sheathe and knife to me.
\SBALLADS Child 16[F.16]
\N1 `A\' the smiths that lives on land
Will neer bring such a sheath and knife to my hand.'
\LBALLADS Child 17A.1
\N1 IN Scotland there was a babie born,
\SBALLADS Child 17A.1r
\N1 Lill lal, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.1
\N2 And his name it was called young Hind Horn.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.1r
\N2 With a fal lal, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.2
\N1 He sent a letter to our king
That he was in love with his daughter Jean.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.3
\N1 He\'s gien to her a silver wand,
With seven living lavrocks sitting thereon.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.4
\N1 She\'s gien to him a diamond ring,
With seven bright diamonds set therein.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.5
\N1 `When this ring grows pale and wan,
You may know by it my love is gane.'
\SBALLADS Child 17A.6
\N1 One day as he looked his ring upon,
He saw the diamonds pale and wan.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.7
\N1 He left the sea and came to land,
And the f+irst that he met was an old beggar man.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.8
\N1 `What news, what news?' said young Hind Horn;
`No news, no news,' said the old beggar man.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.9
\N1 `No news,' said the beggar, 'No news at a\',
But there is a wedding in the king\'s ha.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.10
\N1 `But there is a wedding in the king\'s ha,
That has halden these forty days and twa.'
\SBALLADS Child 17A.11
\N1 `Will ye lend me your begging coat?
And I\'ll lend you my scarlet cloak.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.12
\N1 `Will you lend me your beggar\'s rung?
And I\'ll gie you my steed to ride upon.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.13
\N1 `Will you lend me your wig o hair,
To cover mine, because it is fair?'
\SBALLADS Child 17A.14
\N1 The auld beggar man was bound for the mill,
But young Hind Horn for the king\'s hall.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.15
\N1 The auld beggar man was bound for to ride,
But young Hind Horn was bound for the bride.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.16
\N1 When he came to the king\'s gate,
He sought a drink for Hind Horn\'s sake.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.17
\N1 The bride came down with a glass of wine,
When he drank out the glass, and dropt in the ring.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.18
\N1 `O got ye this by sea or land?
Or got ye it off a dead man\'s hand?'
\SBALLADS Child 17A.19
\N1 `I got not it by sea, I got it by land,
And I got it, madam, out of your own hand.'
\SBALLADS Child 17A.20
\N1 `O I\'ll cast off my gowns of brown,
And beg wi you frae town to town.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.21
\N1 `O I\'ll cast off my gowns of red,
And I\'ll beg wi you to win my bread.'
\SBALLADS Child 17A.22
\N1 `Ye needna cast off your gowns of brown,
For I\'ll make you lady o many a town.
\SBALLADS Child 17A.23
\N1 `Ye needna cast off your gowns of red,
It\'s only a sham, the begging o my bread.'
\SBALLADS Child 17A.24
\N1 The bridegroom he had wedded the bride,
But young Hind Horn he took her to bed.
\LBALLADS Child 17B.1
\N1 I NEVER saw my love before,
\SBALLADS Child 17B.1r
\N1 With a hey lillelu and a ho lo lan
\SBALLADS Child 17B.1
\N2 Till I saw her thro an oger bore.
\SBALLADS Child 17B.1r
\N2 With a hey down and a hey diddle downie
\SBALLADS Child 17B.2
\N1 She gave to me a gay gold ring,
With three shining diamonds set therein.
\SBALLADS Child 17B.3
\N1 And I gave to her a silver wand,
With three singing lavrocks set thereon.
\SBALLADS Child 17B.4
\N1 `What if these diamonds lose their hue,
Just when your love begins for to rew?'
\SBALLADS Child 17B.5
\N1 He\'s left the land, and he\'s gone to sea,
And he\'s stayd there seven years and a day.
\SBALLADS Child 17B.6
\N1 But when he looked this ring upon,
The shining diamonds were both pale and wan.
\SBALLADS Child 17B.7
\N1 He\'s left the seas and he\'s come to the land,
And there he met with an auld beggar man.
\SBALLADS Child 17B.8
\N1 `What news, what news, thou auld beggar man
For it is seven years sin I\'ve seen lan.'
\SBALLADS Child 17B.9
\N1 `No news,' said the old beggar man, `at all,
But there is a wedding in the king\'s hall.'
\SBALLADS Child 17B.10
\N1 `Wilt thou give to me thy begging coat?
And I\'ll give to thee my scarlet cloak.
\SBALLADS Child 17B.11
\N1 `Wilt thou give to me thy begging staff?
And I\'ll give to thee my good gray steed.'
\SBALLADS Child 17B.12
\N1 The old beggar man was bound for to ride,
But Young Hynd Horn was bound for the bride.
\SBALLADS Child 17B.13
\N1 When he came to the king\'s gate,
He asked a drink for Young Hynd Horn\'s sake.
\SBALLADS Child 17B.14
\N1 The news unto the bonnie bride came
That at the yett there stands an auld man.
\SBALLADS Child 17B.15
\N1 `There stands an auld man at the king\'s gate;
He asketh a drink for young Hyn Horn\'s sake.'
\SBALLADS Child 17B.16
\N1 `I\'ll go thro nine f+ires so hot,
But I\'ll give him a drink for Young Hyn Horn\'s sake.'
\SBALLADS Child 17B.17
\N1 She gave him a drink out of her own hand;
He drank out the drink and he dropt in the ring.
\SBALLADS Child 17B.18
\N1 `Got thou\'t by sea, or got thou\'t by land?
Or got thou\'t out of any dead man\'s hand?'
\SBALLADS Child 17B.19
\N1 `I got it not by sea, but I got it by land,
For I got it out of thine own hand.'
\SBALLADS Child 17B.20
\N1 `I\'ll cast off my gowns of brown,
And I\'ll follow thee from town to town.
\SBALLADS Child 17B.21
\N1 `I\'ll cast off my gowns of red,
And along with thee I\'ll beg my bread.'
\SBALLADS Child 17B.22
\N1 `Thou need not cast off thy gowns of brown,
For I can make thee lady of many a town.
\SBALLADS Child 17B.23
\N1 `Thou need not cast off thy gowns of red,
For I can maintain thee with both wine and bread.'
\SBALLADS Child 17B.24
\N1 The bridegroom thought he had the bonnie bride wed,
But Young Hyn Horn took the bride to bed.
\LBALLADS Child 17C.1
\N1 YOUNG Hyn Horn\'s to the king\'s court gone,
\SBALLADS Child 17C.1r
\N1 Hoch hey and an ney O
\SBALLADS Child 17C.1
\N2 He\'s fallen in love with his little daughter Jean.
\SBALLADS Child 17C.1r
\N2 Let my love alone, I pray you
\SBALLADS Child 17C.2
\N1 He\'s bocht to her a little gown,
With seven broad f+lowers spread it along.
\SBALLADS Child 17C.3
\N1 She\'s given to him a gay gold ring.
The posie upon it was richt plain.
\SBALLADS Child 17C.4
\N1 `When you see it losing its comely hue,
So will I my love to you.'
\SBALLADS Child 17C.5
\N1 Then within a little wee,
Hyn Horn left land and went to sea.
\SBALLADS Child 17C.6
\N1 When he lookt his ring upon,
He saw it growing pale and wan.
\SBALLADS Child 17C.7
\N1 Then within a little [wee] again,
Hyn Horn left sea and came to the land.
\SBALLADS Child 17C.8
\N1 As he was riding along the way,
There he met with a jovial beggar.
\SBALLADS Child 17C.9
\N1 `What news, what news, old man?' he did say:
`This is the king\'s young dochter\'s wedding day.'
\SBALLADS Child 17C.10
\N1 `If this be true you tell to me,
You must niffer clothes with me.
\SBALLADS Child 17C.11
\N1 `You\'ll gie me your cloutit coat,
I\'ll gie you my f+ine velvet coat.
\SBALLADS Child 17C.12
\N1 `You\'ll gie me your cloutit pock,
I\'ll gie you my purse; it\'ll be no joke.'
\SBALLADS Child 17C.13
\N1 `Perhaps there<\'s] nothing in it, not one bawbee;'
`Yes, there\'s gold and silver both,' said he.
\SBALLADS Child 17C.14
\N1 `You\'ll gie me your bags of bread,
And I\'ll gie you my milk-white steed.'
\SBALLADS Child 17C.15
\N1 When they had niffered all, he said,
`You maun learn me how I\'ll beg.'
\SBALLADS Child 17C.16
\N1 `When you come before the gate,
You\'ll ask for a drink for the highman\'s sake.'
\SBALLADS Child 17C.17
\N1 When that he came before the gate,
He calld for a drink for the highman\'s sake.
\SBALLADS Child 17C.18
\N1 The bride cam tripping down the stair,
To see whaten a bold beggar was there.
\SBALLADS Child 17C.19
\N1 She gave him a drink with her own hand;
He loot the ring drop in the can.
\SBALLADS Child 17C.20
\N1 `Got ye this by sea or land?
Or took ye\'t aff a dead man\'s hand?'
\SBALLADS Child 17C.21
\N1 `I got na it by sea nor land,
But I got it aff your own hand.'
\SBALLADS Child 17C.22
\N1 The bridegroom cam tripping down the stair,
But there was neither bride nor beggar there.
\SBALLADS Child 17C.23
\N1 Her ain bridegroom had her f+irst wed,
But Young Hyn Horn had her f+irst to bed.
\LBALLADS Child 17D.1
\N1 NEAR Edinburgh was a young son born,
\SBALLADS Child 17D.1r
\N1 Hey lilelu an a how low lan
\SBALLADS Child 17D.1
\N2 An his name it was called young Hyn Horn.
\SBALLADS Child 17D.1r
\N2 An it\'s hey down down deedle airo
\SBALLADS Child 17D.2
\N1 Seven long years he served the king,
An it\'s a\' for the sake of his daughter Jean.
\SBALLADS Child 17D.3
\N1 The king an angry man was he;
He send young Hyn Horn to the sea.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 17D.4
\N1 An on his f+inger she put a ring.
. . . . .
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 17D.5
\N1 `When your ring turns pale and wan,
Then I\'m in love wi another man.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 17D.6
\N1 Upon a day he lookd at his ring,
It was as pale as anything.
\SBALLADS Child 17D.7
\N1 He\'s left the sea, an he\'s come to the lan,
An there he met an auld beggar man.
\SBALLADS Child 17D.8
\N1 `What news, what news, my auld beggar man?
What news, what news, by sea or by lan?'
\SBALLADS Child 17D.9
\N1 `Nae news, nae news,' the auld beggar said,
`But the king\'s dochter Jean is going to be wed.'
\SBALLADS Child 17D.10
\N1 `Cast off, cast off thy auld beggar-weed,
An I\'ll gie thee my gude gray steed.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 17D.11
\N1 When he cam to our guid king\'s yet,
He sought a glass o wine for young Hyn Horn\'s sake.
\SBALLADS Child 17D.12
\N1 He drank out the wine, an he put in the ring,
An he bade them carry\'t to the king\'s dochter Jean.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 17D.13
\N1 `O gat ye\'t by sea, or gat ye\'t by lan?
Or gat ye\'t aff a dead man\'s han?'
\SBALLADS Child 17D.14
\N1 `I gat na\'t by sea, I gat na\'t by lan,
But I gat it out of your own han.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 17D.15
`Go take away my bridal gown,
For I\'ll follow him frae town to town.'
\SBALLADS Child 17D.16
\N1 `Ye need na leave your bridal gown,
For I\'ll make ye ladie o\' mony a town.'
\LBALLADS Child 17E.1
* * * * *
\N1 HYND HORN he has lookt on his ring,
\SBALLADS Child 17E.1r
\N1 Hey ninny ninny, how ninny nanny
\SBALLADS Child 17E.1
\N2 And it was baith black and blue,
And she is either dead or she\'s married.
\SBALLADS Child 17E.1r
\N2 And the barck and the broom blooms bonnie
\SBALLADS Child 17E.2
\N1 Hynd Horn he has shuped to land,
And the f+irst he met was an auld beggar man.
\SBALLADS Child 17E.3
\N1 `What news, what news, my silly auld man?
For it is seven years syne I have seen land.
\SBALLADS Child 17E.4
\N1 `What news, what news, my auld beggar man?
What news, what news, by sea or by land?'
\SBALLADS Child 17E.5
\N1 `There is a king\'s dochter in the east,
And she has been marryed these nine nights past.
\SBALLADS Child 17E.6
\N1 `Intil the bride\'s bed she winna gang
Till she hears tell of her Hynd Horn.'
\SBALLADS Child 17E.7
\N1 `Cast aff, cast aff thy auld beggar weed,
And I will gie thee my gude gray steed.'
\LBALLADS Child 17F.1
\N1 IN Newport town this knight was born,
\SBALLADS Child 17F.1r
\N1 Hey lily loo, hey loo lan
\SBALLADS Child 17F.1
\N2 And they\'ve called him Young Hynd Horn.
\SBALLADS Child 17F.1r
\N2 Fal lal la, fal the dal the dady
\SBALLADS Child 17F.2
\N1 Seven long years he served the king,
For the love of his daughter Jean.
\SBALLADS Child 17F.3
\N1 He courted her through a wimble bore,
The way never woman was courted before.
\SBALLADS Child 17F.4
\N1 He gave her through a silver wand,
With three singing laverocks there upon.
\SBALLADS Child 17F.5
\N1 She gave him back a gay gold ring,
With three bright diamonds glittering.
\SBALLADS Child 17F.6
\N1 `When this ring grows pale and blue,
Fair Jeanie\'s love is lost to you.'
\SBALLADS Child 17F.7
\N1 Young Hynd Horn is gone to sea,
And there seven long years staid he.
\SBALLADS Child 17F.8
\N1 When he lookd his ring upon,
It grew pale and it grew wan.
\SBALLADS Child 17F.9
\N1 Young Hynd Horn is come to land,
When he met an old beggar man.
\SBALLADS Child 17F.10
\N1 `What news, what news doth thee betide?'
`No news, but Princess Jeanie\'s a bride.'
\SBALLADS Child 17F.11
\N1 `Will ye give me your old brown cap?
And I\'ll give you my gold-laced hat.
\SBALLADS Child 17F.12
\N1 `Will ye give me your begging weed?
And I\'ll give you my good grey steed.'
\SBALLADS Child 17F.13
\N1 The beggar has got on to ride,
But Young Hynd Horn\'s bound for the bride.
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 17G.1
\N1 `HYNDE HORN\R\'\rS bound love, and Hynde Horn\'s free,
Whare was ye born, or in what countrie?'
\SBALLADS Child 17G.2
\N1 `In gude greenwud whare I was born,
And all my friends left me forlorn.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.3
\N1 `I gave my love a silver wand;
That was to rule oure all Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.4
\N1 `My love gave me a gay gowd ring;
That was to rule abune a\' thing.'
\SBALLADS Child 17G.5
\N1 `As lang as that ring keeps new in hue,
Ye may ken that your love loves you.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.6
\N1 `But whan that ring turns pale and wan,
Ye may ken that your love loves anither man.'
\SBALLADS Child 17G.7
\N1 He hoisted up his sails, and away sailed he,
Till that he cam to a foreign countrie.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.8
\N1 He looked at his ring; it was turnd pale and wan;
He said, `I wish I war at hame again.'
\SBALLADS Child 17G.9
\N1 He hoisted up his sails, and hame sailed he,
Until that he came to his ain countrie.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.10
\N1 The f+irst ane that he met wi
Was wi a puir auld beggar man.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.11
\N1 `What news, what news, my silly old man?
What news hae ye got to tell to me?'
\SBALLADS Child 17G.12
\N1 `Na news, na news,' the puir man did say,
`But this is our queen\'s wedding day.'
\SBALLADS Child 17G.13
\N1 `Ye\'ll lend me your begging weed,
And I\'ll gie you my riding steed.'
\SBALLADS Child 17G.14
\N1 `My begging weed is na for thee,
Your riding steed is na for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 17G.15
\N1 But he has changed wi the beggar man,
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 17G.16
\N1 `Which is the gate that ye used to gae?
And what are the words ye beg wi?'
\SBALLADS Child 17G.17
\N1 `Whan ye come to yon high hill,
Ye\'ll draw your bent bow nigh until.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.18
\N1 `Whan ye come to yonder town,
Ye\'ll let your bent bow low fall down.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.19
\N1 `Ye\'ll seek meat for St Peter, ask for St Paul,
And seek for the sake of Hynde Horn all.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.20
\N1 `But tak ye frae nane of them a\',
Till ye get frae the bonnie bride hersel O.'
\SBALLADS Child 17G.21
\N1 Whan he cam to yon high hill,
He drew his bent bow nigh until.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.22
\N1 And whan he cam to yonder town,
He lute his bent bow low fall down.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.23
\N1 He saught meat for St Peter, he askd for St Paul,
And he sought for the sake of Hynde Horn all.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.24
\N1 But he would tak frae nane o them a\',
Till he got frae the bonnie bride hersel O.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.25
\N1 The bride cam tripping doun the stair,
Wi the scales o red gowd on her hair.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.26
\N1 Wi a glass of red wine in her hand,
To gie to the puir auld beggar man.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.27
\N1 It\'s out he drank the glass o wine,
And into the glass he dropt the ring.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.28
\N1 `Got ye\'t by sea, or got ye\'t by land,
Or got ye\'t aff a drownd man\'s hand?'
\SBALLADS Child 17G.29
\N1 `I got na\'t by sea, I got na\'t by land,
Nor got I it off a drownd man\'s hand.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.30
\N1 `But I got it at my wooing,
And I\'ll gie it at your wedding.'
\SBALLADS Child 17G.31
\N1 `I\'ll tak the scales o gowd frae my head,
I\'ll follow you, and beg my bread.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.32
\N1 `I\'ll tak the scales of gowd frae my hair,
I\'ll follow you, for evermair.'
\SBALLADS Child 17G.33
\N1 She has tane the scales o gowd frae her head,
She has followed him to beg her bread.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.34
\N1 She has tane the scales o gowd frae her hair,
And she has followed him for evermair.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.35
\N1 But atween the kitchen and the ha,
There he lute his cloutie cloak fa.
\SBALLADS Child 17G.36
\N1 And the red gowd shined oure him a\',
And the bride frae the bridegroom was stown awa.
\LBALLADS Child 17H.1
\N1 `HYND HORN fair, and Hynd Horn free,
O where were you born, in what countrie?'
\SBALLADS Child 17H.2
\N1 `In gude greenwood, there I was born,
And all my forbears me beforn.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.3
\N1 `O seven years I served the king,
And as for wages, I never gat nane;
\SBALLADS Child 17H.4
\N1 `But ae sight o his ae daughter,
And that was thro an augre bore.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.5
\N1 `My love gae me a siller wand,
\'Twas to rule ower a\' Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.6
\N1 `And she gae me a gay gowd ring,
The virtue o\'t was above a\' thing.'
\SBALLADS Child 17H.7
\N1 `As lang\'s this ring it keeps the hue,
Ye\'ll know I am a lover true:
\SBALLADS Child 17H.8
\N1 `But when the ring turns pale and wan,
Ye\'ll know I love another man.'
\SBALLADS Child 17H.9
\N1 He hoist up sails, and awa saild he,
And saild into a far countrie.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.10
\N1 And when he lookd upon his ring,
He knew she loved another man.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.11
\N1 He hoist up sails and home came he,
Home unto his ain countrie.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.12
\N1 The f+irst he met on his own land,
It chancd to be a beggar man.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.13
\N1 `What news, what news, my gude auld man?
What news, what news, hae ye to me?'
\SBALLADS Child 17H.14
\N1 `Nae news, nae news,' said the auld man,
`The morn\'s our queen\'s wedding day.'
\SBALLADS Child 17H.15
\N1 `Will ye lend me your begging weed?
And I\'ll lend you my riding steed.'
\SBALLADS Child 17H.16
\N1 `My begging weed will ill suit thee,
And your riding steed will ill suit me.'
\SBALLADS Child 17H.17
\N1 But part be right, and part be wrang,
Frae the beggar man the cloak he wan.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.18
\N1 `Auld man, come tell to me your leed;
What news ye gie when ye beg your bread.'
\SBALLADS Child 17H.19
\N1 `As ye walk up unto the hill,
Your pike staff ye lend ye till.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.20
\N1 `But whan ye come near by the yett,
Straight to them ye will upstep.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.21
\N1 `Take nane frae Peter, nor frae Paul,
Nane frae high or low o them all.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.22
\N1 `And frae them all ye will take nane,
Until it comes frae the bride\'s ain hand.'
\SBALLADS Child 17H.23
\N1 He took nane frae Peter nor frae Paul,
Nane frae the high nor low o them all.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.24
\N1 And frae them all he would take nane,
Until it came frae the bride\'s ain hand.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.25
\N1 The bride came tripping down the stair,
The combs o red gowd in her hair.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.26
\N1 A cup o red wine in her hand,
And that she gae to the beggar man.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.27
\N1 Out o the cup he drank the wine,
And into the cup he dropt the ring.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.28
\N1 `O got ye\'t by sea, or got ye\'t by land,
Or got ye\'t on a drownd man\'s hand?'
\SBALLADS Child 17H.29
\N1 `I got it not by sea, nor got it by land,
Nor got I it on a drownd man\'s hand.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.30
\N1 `But I got it at my wooing gay,
And I\'ll gie\'t you on your wedding day.'
\SBALLADS Child 17H.31
\N1 `I\'ll take the red gowd frae my head,
And follow you, and beg my bread.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.32
\N1 `I\'ll take the red gowd frae my hair,
And follow you for evermair.'
\SBALLADS Child 17H.33
\N1 Atween the kitchen and the ha,
He loot his cloutie cloak down fa.
\SBALLADS Child 17H.34
\N1 And wi red gowd shone ower them a\',
And frae the bridegroom the bride he sta.
\LBALLADS Child 17[I.1]
* * * * *
\N1 She gave him a gay gold ring,
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.1r]
\N1 Hey lillelu and how lo lan
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.1]
\N2 But he gave her a far better thing.
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.1r]
\N2 With my hey down and a hey diddle downie
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.2]
\N1 He gave her a silver wan,
With nine bright laverocks thereupon.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.3]
\N1 Young Hynd Horn is come to the lan,
There he met a beggar man.
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.4]
\N1 `What news, what news do ye betide?'
`Na news but Jeanie\'s the prince\'s bride.'
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.5]
\N1 `Wilt thou give me thy begging weed?
And I\'ll give thee my good grey steed.
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.6]
\N1 `Wilt thou give me thy auld grey hair?
And I\'ll give ye mine that is thrice as fair.'
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.7]
\N1 The beggar he got on for to ride,
But young Hynd Horn is bound for the bride.
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.8]
\N1 First the news came to the ha,
Then to the room mang the gentles a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.9]
\N1 `There stands a beggar at our gate,
Asking a drink for young Hynd Horn\'s sake.'
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.10]
\N1 `I\'ll ga through nine f+ires hot
To give him a drink for young Hynd Horn\'s sake.'
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.11]
\N1 She gave him the drink, and he dropt in the ring;
They lady turned baith pale an wan.
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.12]
\N1 `Oh got ye it by sea, or got ye it by lan?
Or got ye it off some dead man\'s han?'
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.13]
\N1 `I got it not by sea, nor I got it not by lan,
But I got it off thy milk-white han.'
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.14]
\N1 `I\'ll cast off my dress of red,
And I\'ll go with thee and beg my bread.
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.15]
\N1 `I\'ll cast off my dress of brown,
And follow you from city to town.
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.16]
\N1 `I\'ll cast off my dress of green,
For I am not ashamed with you to be seen.'
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.17]
\N1 `You need not cast off your dress of red,
For I can support thee on both wine and bread.
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.18]
\N1 `You need not cast off your dress of brown,
For I can keep you a lady in any town.
\SBALLADS Child 17[I.19]
\N1 `You need not cast off your dress of green,
For I can maintain you as gay as a queen.'
\LBALLADS Child 18A.1
\N1 SIR EGRABELL had sonnes three,
\SBALLADS Child 18A.1r
\N1 Blow thy horne, good hunter
\SBALLADS Child 18A.1
\N2 S\iir\r Lyonell was one of these.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.1r
\N2 As I am a gentle hunter
\SBALLADS Child 18A.2
\N1 S\iir\r Lyonell wold on hunting ryde,
Vntill the forrest him beside.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.3
\N1 And as he rode thorrow the wood,
Where trees and harts and all were good,
\SBALLADS Child 18A.4
\N1 And as he rode over the plaine,
There he saw a knight lay slaine.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.5
\N1 And as he rode still on the plaine,
He saw a lady sitt in a graine.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.6
\N1 `Say thou, lady, and tell thou me,
What blood shedd heere has bee.'
\SBALLADS Child 18A.7
\N1 `Of this blood shedd we may all rew,
Both wife and childe and man alsoe.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.8
\N1 `For it is not past 3 days right
Since S\iir\r Broninge was mad a k\inigh\rt.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.9
\N1 `Nor it is not more than 3 dayes agoe
Since the wild bore did him sloe.'
\SBALLADS Child 18A.10
\N1 `Say thou, lady, and tell thou mee,
How long thou wilt sitt in \itha\rt tree.'
\SBALLADS Child 18A.11
\N1 She said, `I will sitt in this tree
Till my friends doe feitch me.'
\SBALLADS Child 18A.12
\N1 `Tell me, lady, and doe not misse,
Where that yo\iu\rr friends dwellings is.'
\SBALLADS Child 18A.13
\N1 `Downe,' shee said, 'in yonder towne,
There dwells my freinds of great renowne.'
\SBALLADS Child 18A.14
\N1 Says, `Lady, Ile ryde into yonder towne
And see wether yo\iu\rr friends beene bowne.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.15
\N1 `I my self wilbe the formost man
That shall come, lady, to feitch you home.'
\SBALLADS Child 18A.16
\N1 But as he rode then by the way,
He thought it shame to goe away;
\SBALLADS Child 18A.17
\N1 And vmbethought him of a wile,
How he might that wilde bore beguile.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.18
\N1 `S\ii\rr Egrabell,' he said, 'My father was;
He neuer left lady in such a case;
\SBALLADS Child 18A.19
\N1 `Noe more will I' . . .
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 18A.20
\N1 `And a<fter] that thou shalt doe mee
Thy hawkes and thy lease alsoe.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.21
\N1 `Soe shalt thou doe at my com\im\rand
The litle f+ingar on thy right hand.'
\SBALLADS Child 18A.22
\N1 `Ere I wold leaue all this w\ii\rth thee,
Vpoon this ground I rather dyee.'
\SBALLADS Child 18A.23
\N1 The gyant gaue S\ii\rr Lyon\iel\rl such a blow,
The fyer out of his eyen did throw.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.24
\N1 He said then, 'if I were saffe and sound,
As w\ii\rth-in this hower I was in the ground,
\SBALLADS Child 18A.25
\N1 `It shold be in the next towne told
How deare thy buffett it was sold;
\SBALLADS Child 18A.26
\N1 `And it shold haue beene in the next towne s\iai\rd
How well thy buffett it were paid.'
\SBALLADS Child 18A.27
\N1 `Take 40 daies into spite,
To heale thy wounds that beene soe wide.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.28
\N1 `When 40 dayes beene at an end,
Heere meete thou me both safe and sound.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.29
\N1 And till thou come to me againe,
W\ii\rth me thoust leaue thy lady alone.'
\SBALLADS Child 18A.30
\N1 When 40 dayes was at an end,
Sir Lyon\iel\rl of his wounds was healed sound.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.31
\N1 He tooke w\ii\rth him a litle page,
He gaue to him good yeomans wage.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.32
\N1 And as he rode by one hawthorne,
Even there did hang his hunting horne.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.33
\N1 He sett his bugle to his mouth,
And blew his bugle still full south.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.34
\N1 He blew his bugle lowde and shrill;
The lady heard, and came him till.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.35
\N1 Sayes, 'The gyant lyes vnder yond low,
And well he heares yo\iu\rr bugle blow.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.36
\N1 `And bidds me of good cheere be,
This night heele supp w\ii\rth you and me.'
\SBALLADS Child 18A.37
\N1 Hee sett that lady vppon a steede,
And a litle boy before her yeede.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.38
\N1 And said, 'lady, if you see that I must dye,
As euer you loued me, from me f+lye.
\SBALLADS Child 18A.39
\N1 `But, lady, if you see \itha\rt I must liue,'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 18B.1
\N1 A KNIGHT had two sons o sma fame,
\SBALLADS Child 18B.1r
\N1 Hey nien nanny
\SBALLADS Child 18B.1
\N2 Isaac-a-Bell and Hugh the Graeme.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.1r
\N2 And the norlan f+lowers spring bonny
\SBALLADS Child 18B.2
\N1 And to the youngest he did say,
`What occupation will you hae?
\SBALLADS Child 18B.2r
\N2 When the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.3
\N1 `Will you gae fee to pick a mill?
Or will you keep hogs on yon hill?'
\SBALLADS Child 18B.3r
\N2 While the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.4
\N1 `I winna fee to pick a mill,
Nor will I keep hogs on yon hill.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.4r
\N2 While the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.5
\N1 `But it is said, as I do hear,
That war will last for seven year,
\SBALLADS Child 18B.5r
\N2 And the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.6
\N1 `With a giant and a boar
That range into the wood o Tore.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.6r
\N2 And the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.7
\N1 `You\'ll horse and armour to me provide,
That through Tore wood I may safely ride.'
\SBALLADS Child 18B.7r
\N2 When the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.8
\N1 The knicht did horse and armour provide,
That through Tore wood Graeme micht safely ride.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.8r
\N2 When the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.9
\N1 Then he rode through the wood o Tore,
And up it started the grisly boar.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.9r
\N2 When the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.10
\N1 The f+irsten bout that he did ride,
The boar he wounded in the left side.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.10r
\N2 When the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.11
\N1 The nexten bout at the boar he gaed,
He from the boar took aff his head.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.11r
\N2 And the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.12
\N1 As he rode back through the wood o Tore,
Up started the giant him before.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.12r
\N2 And the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.13
\N1 `O cam you through the wood o Tore,
Or did you see my good wild boar?'
\SBALLADS Child 18B.13r
\N2 And the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.14
\N1 `I cam now through the wood o Tore,
But woe be to your grisly boar.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.14r
\N2 And the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.15
\N1 `The f+irsten bout that I did ride,
I wounded your wild boar in the side.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.15r
\N2 And the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.16
\N1 `The nexten bout at him I gaed,
From your wild boar I took aff his head.'
\SBALLADS Child 18B.16r
\N2 And the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.17
\N1 `Gin you have cut aff the head o my boar,
It\'s your head shall be taen therfore.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.17r
\N2 And the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.18
\N1 `I\'ll gie you thirty days and three,
To heal your wounds, then come to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 18B.18r
\N2 While the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.19
\N1 `It\'s after thirty days and three,
When my wounds heal, I\'ll come to thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 18B.19r
\N2 When the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.20
\N1 So Graeme is back to the wood o Tore,
And he\'s killd the giant, as he killd the boar.
\SBALLADS Child 18B.20r
\N2 And the, etc\.
\LBALLADS Child 18C.1
\N1 SIR ROBERT BOLTON had three sons,
\SBALLADS Child 18C.1r
\N1 Wind well thy horn, good hunter
\SBALLADS Child 18C.1
\N2 And one of them was called Sir Ryalas.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.1r
\N2 For he was a jovial hunter
\SBALLADS Child 18C.2
\N1 He rang\'d all round down by the woodside,
Till up in the top of a tree a gay lady he spy\'d.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.2r
\N2 For he was, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.3
\N1 `O what dost thou mean, fair lady?' said he;
`O the wild boar has killed my lord and his men thirty.'
\SBALLADS Child 18C.3r
\N2 As thou beest, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.4
\N1 `O what shall I do this wild boar to see?'
`O thee blow a blast, and he\'ll come unto thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 18C.4r
\N2 As thou beest, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.5
\N1 [Then he put his horn unto his mouth],
Then he blowd a blast full north, east, west and south.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.5r
\N2 As he was, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.6
\N1 And the wild boar heard him full into his den;
Then he made the best of his speed unto him.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.6r
\N2 To Sir Ryalas, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.7
\N1 Then the wild boar, being so stout and so strong,
He thrashd down the trees as he came along.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.7r
\N2 To Sir Ryalas, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.8
\N1 `O what dost thou want of me?' the wild boar said he;
`O I think in my heart I can do enough for thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 18C.8r
\N2 For I am, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.9
\N1 Then they fought four hours in a long summer\'s day,
Till the wild boar fain would have gotten away.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.9r
\N2 From Sir Ryalas, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.10
\N1 Then Sir Ryalas drawd his broad sword with might,
And he fairly cut his head off quite.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.10r
\N2 For he was, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.11
\N1 Then out of the wood the wild woman f+lew:
`Oh thou hast killed my pretty spotted pig!
\SBALLADS Child 18C.11r
\N2 As thou beest, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.12
\N1 `There are three things I do demand of thee,
It\'s thy horn, and thy hound, and thy gay lady.'
\SBALLADS Child 18C.12r
\N2 As thou beest, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.13
\N1 `If these three things thou dost demand of me,
It\'s just as my sword and thy neck can agree.'
\SBALLADS Child 18C.13r
\N2 For I am, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.14
\N1 Then into his locks the wild woman f+lew,
Till she thought in her heart she had torn him through.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.14r
\N2 As he was, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.15
\N1 Then Sir Ryalas drawd his broad sword again,
And he fairly split her head in twain.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.15r
\N2 For he was, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18C.16
\N1 In Bromsgrove church they both do lie;
There the wild boar\'s head is picturd by
\SBALLADS Child 18C.16r
\N2 Sir Ryalas, etc\.
\LBALLADS Child 18D.1
\N1 AS I went up one brook, one brook,
\SBALLADS Child 18D.1r
\N1 Well wind the horn, good hunter
\SBALLADS Child 18D.1
\N2 I saw a fair maiden sit on a tree top.
\SBALLADS Child 18D.1r
\N2 As thou art the jovial hunter
\SBALLADS Child 18D.2
\N1 I said, `Fair maiden, what brings you here?'
`It is the wild boar that has drove me here.'
\SBALLADS Child 18D.2r
\N2 As thou art, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18D.3
\N1 `I wish I could that wild boar see;'
\SBALLADS Child 18D.3r
\N1 Well wind the horn, good hunter,
And the wild boar soon will come to thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 18D.3r
\N2 As thou art, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18D.4
\N1 Then he put his horn unto his mouth,
And he blowd both east, west, north and south.
\SBALLADS Child 18D.4r
\N2 As he was, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18D.5
\N1 The wild boar hearing it into his den,
[Then he made the best of his speed unto him].
\SBALLADS Child 18D.6
\N1 He whetted his tusks for to make them strong,
And he cut down the oak and the ash as he came along.
\SBALLADS Child 18D.6r
\N2 For to meet with, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18D.7
\N1 They fought f+ive hours one long summer\'s day,
Till the wild boar he yelld, and he\'d fain run away.
\SBALLADS Child 18D.7r
\N2 And away from, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18D.8
\N1 O then he cut his head clean off,
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 18D.9
\N1 Then there came an old lady running out of the wood,
Saying, `You have killed my pretty, my pretty spotted pig.'
\SBALLADS Child 18D.9r
\N2 As thou art, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18D.10
\N1 Then at him this old lady she did go,
And he clove her from the top of her head to her toe.
\SBALLADS Child 18D.10r
\N2 As he was, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18D.11
\N1 In Bromsgrove churchyard this old lady lies,
And the face of the boar\'s head there is drawn by,
\SBALLADS Child 18D.11r
\N2 That was killed by, etc\.
\LBALLADS Child 18E.1
\N1 THERE was an old man and sons he had three;
\SBALLADS Child 18E.1r
\N1 Wind well, Lion, good hunter
\SBALLADS Child 18E.1
\N2 A friar he being one of the three,
With pleasure he ranged the north country.
\SBALLADS Child 18E.1r
\N2 For he was a jovial hunter
\SBALLADS Child 18E.2
\N1 As he went to the woods some pastime to see,
He spied a fair lady under a tree,
Sighing and moaning mournfully.
\SBALLADS Child 18E.2r
\N2 He was, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18E.3
\N1 `What are you doing, my fair lady?'
`I\'m f+ightened the wild boar he will kill me;
He has worried my lord and wounded thirty.'
\SBALLADS Child 18E.3r
\N2 As thou art, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 18E.4
\N1 Then the friar he put his horn to his mouth,
And he blew a blast, east, west, north and south,
And the wild boar from his den he came forth.
\SBALLADS Child 18E.4r
\N2 Unto the, etc\.
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 18F.1
\N1 SIR RACKABELLO had three sons,
\SBALLADS Child 18F.1r
\N1 Wind well your horn, brave hunter
\SBALLADS Child 18F.1
\N2 Sir Ryalash was one of these.
\SBALLADS Child 18F.1r
\N2 And he was a jovial hunter
\LBALLADS Child 19A.1
\N1 DER lived a king inta da aste,
\SBALLADS Child 19A.1r
\N1 Scowan u+:rla gru+:n
\SBALLADS Child 19A.1
\N2 Der lived a lady in da wast.
\SBALLADS Child 19A.1r
\N2 Whar giorten han gru+:n oarlac
\SBALLADS Child 19A.2
\N1 Dis king he has a huntin gaen,
He\'s left his Lady Isabel alane.
\SBALLADS Child 19A.3
\N1 `Oh I wis ye\'d never gaen away,
For at your hame is d'ol an wae.
\SBALLADS Child 19A.4
\N1 `For da king o Ferrie we his daert,
Has pierced your lady to da hert.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 19A.5
\N1 And aifter dem da king has gaen,
But whan he cam it was a grey stane.
\SBALLADS Child 19A.6
\N1 Dan he took oot his pipes ta play,
Bit sair his hert wi d'ol an wae.
\SBALLADS Child 19A.7
\N1 And f+irst he played da notes o noy,
An dan he played da notes o joy.
\SBALLADS Child 19A.8
\N1 An dan he played da g'od gabber reel,
Dat meicht ha made a sick hert hale.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 19A.9
\N1 `Noo come ye in inta wir ha,
An come ye in among wis a\'.'
\SBALLADS Child 19A.10
\N1 Now he\'s gaen in inta der ha,
An he\'s gaen in among dem a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 19A.11
\N1 Dan he took out his pipes to play,
Bit sair his hert wi d'ol an wae.
\SBALLADS Child 19A.12
\N1 An f+irst he played da notes o noy,
An dan he played da notes o joy.
\SBALLADS Child 19A.13
\N1 An dan he played da g'od gabber reel,
Dat meicht ha made a sick hert hale.
\SBALLADS Child 19A.14
\N1 `Noo tell to us what ye will hae:
What sall we gie you for your play?
\SBALLADS Child 19A.15
\N1 `What I will hae I will you tell,
An dat\'s me Lady Isabel.'
\SBALLADS Child 19A.16
\N1 `Yees tak your lady, an yees gaeng hame,
An yees be king ower a\' your ain.'
\SBALLADS Child 19A.17
\N1 He\'s taen his lady, an he\'s gaen hame,
An noo he\'s king ower a\' his ain.
\LBALLADS Child 20A.1
* * * * *
\N1 AND there she\'s leand her back to a thorn,
\SBALLADS Child 20A.1r
\N1 Oh and alelladay, oh and alelladay
\SBALLADS Child 20A.1
\N2 And there she has her baby born.
\SBALLADS Child 20A.1r
\N2 Ten thousand times good night and be wi thee
\SBALLADS Child 20A.2
\N1 She has houked a grave ayont the sun,
And there she has buried the sweet babe in.
\SBALLADS Child 20A.3
\N1 And she\'s gane back to her father\'s ha,
She\'s counted the leelest maid o them a\'.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 20A.4
\N1 `O look not sae sweet, my bonie babe,
Gin ye smyle sae, ye\'ll smyle me dead.'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 20B.1
\N1 SHE sat down below a thorn,
\SBALLADS Child 20B.1r
\N1 Fine f+lowers in the valley
\SBALLADS Child 20B.1
\N2 And there she has her sweet babe born.
\SBALLADS Child 20B.1r
\N2 And the green leaves they grow rarely
\SBALLADS Child 20B.2
\N1 `Smile na sae sweet, my bonie babe,
And ye smile sae sweet, ye\'ll smile me dead.'
\SBALLADS Child 20B.3
\N1 She\'s taen out her little pen-knife,
And twinnd the sweet babe o its life.
\SBALLADS Child 20B.4
\N1 She\'s howket a grave by the light o the moon,
And there she\'s buried her sweet babe in.
\SBALLADS Child 20B.5
\N1 As she was going to the church,
She saw a sweet babe in the porch.
\SBALLADS Child 20B.6
\N1 `O sweet babe, and thou were mine,
I wad cleed thee in the silk so f+ine.'
\SBALLADS Child 20B.7
\N1 `O mother dear, when I was thine,
You did na prove to me sae kind.'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 20C.1
\N1 SHE leaned her back unto a thorn,
\SBALLADS Child 20C.1r
\N1 Three, three, and three by three
\SBALLADS Child 20C.1
\N2 And there she has her two babes born.
\SBALLADS Child 20C.1r
\N2 Three, three, and thirty-three
\SBALLADS Child 20C.2
\N1 She took frae \'bout her ribbon-belt,
And there she bound them hand and foot.
\SBALLADS Child 20C.3
\N1 She has taen out her wee pen-knife,
And there she ended baith their life.
\SBALLADS Child 20C.4
\N1 She has howked a hole baith deep and wide,
She has put them in baith side by side.
\SBALLADS Child 20C.5
\N1 She has covered them oer wi a marble stane,
Thinking she would gang maiden hame.
\SBALLADS Child 20C.6
\N1 As she was walking by her father\'s castle wa,
She saw twa pretty babes playing at the ba.
\SBALLADS Child 20C.7
\N1 `O bonnie babes, gin ye were mine,
I would dress you up in satin f+ine.
\SBALLADS Child 20C.8
\N1 `O I would dress you in the silk,
And wash you ay in morning milk.'
\SBALLADS Child 20C.9
\N1 `O cruel mother, we were thine,
And thou made us to wear the twine.
\SBALLADS Child 20C.10
\N1 `O cursed mother, heaven\'s high,
And that\'s where thou will neer win nigh.
\SBALLADS Child 20C.11
\N1 `O cursed mother, hell is deep,
And there thou\'ll enter step by step.'
\LBALLADS Child 20D.1
\N1 THERE lies a lady in London,
\SBALLADS Child 20D.1r
\N1 All alone and alone ee
\SBALLADS Child 20D.1
\N2 She\'s gane wi bairn to the clerk\'s son.
\SBALLADS Child 20D.1r
\N2 Down by the green wood sae bonnie
\SBALLADS Child 20D.2
\N1 She\'s taen her mantle her about,
She\'s gane aff to the gude green wood.
\SBALLADS Child 20D.3
\N1 She\'s set her back untill an oak,
First it bowed and then it broke.
\SBALLADS Child 20D.4
\N1 She\'s set her back untill a tree,
Bonny were the twa boys she did bear.
\SBALLADS Child 20D.5
\N1 But she took out a little pen-knife,
And she parted them and their sweet life.
\SBALLADS Child 20D.6
\N1 She\'s aff untill her father\'s ha;
She was the lealest maiden that was amang them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 20D.7
\N1 As she lookit oure the castle wa,
She spied twa bonnie boys playing at the ba.
\SBALLADS Child 20D.8
\N1 `O if these two babes were mine,
They should wear the silk and the sabelline!'
\SBALLADS Child 20D.9
\N1 `O mother dear, when we were thine,
We neither wore the silks nor the sabelline.
\SBALLADS Child 20D.10
\N1 `But out ye took a little pen-knife,
And ye parted us and our sweet life.
\SBALLADS Child 20D.11
\N1 `But now we\'re in the heavens hie,
And ye\'ve the pains o hell to drie.'
\LBALLADS Child 20E.1
\N1 THERE was a lady, she lived in Lurk,
\SBALLADS Child 20E.1r
\N1 Sing hey alone and alonie O
\SBALLADS Child 20E.1
\N2 She fell in love with her father\'s clerk.
\SBALLADS Child 20E.1r
\N2 Down by yon greenwood sidie O
\SBALLADS Child 20E.2
\N1 She loved him seven years and a day,
Till her big belly did her betray.
\SBALLADS Child 20E.3
\N1 She leaned her back unto a tree,
And there began her sad misery.
\SBALLADS Child 20E.4
\N1 She set her foot unto a thorn,
And there she got her two babes born.
\SBALLADS Child 20E.5
\N1 She took out her wee pen-knife,
She twind them both of their sweet life.
\SBALLADS Child 20E.6
\N1 She took the sattins was on her head,
She rolled them in both when they were dead.
\SBALLADS Child 20E.7
\N1 She howkit a grave forenent the sun,
And there she buried her twa babes in.
\SBALLADS Child 20E.8
\N1 As she was walking thro her father\'s ha,
She spied twa boys playing at the ba.
\SBALLADS Child 20E.9
\N1 `O pretty boys, if ye were mine,
I would dress ye both in the silks so f+ine.'
\SBALLADS Child 20E.10
\N1 `O mother dear, when we were thine,
Thou neer dressed us in the silks so f+ine.
\SBALLADS Child 20E.11
\N1 `For thou was a lady, thou livd in Lurk,
And thou fell in love with thy father\'s clerk.
\SBALLADS Child 20E.12
\N1 `Thou loved him seven years and a day,
Till thy big belly did thee betray.
\SBALLADS Child 20E.13
\N1 `Thou leaned thy back unto a tree,
And there began thy sad misery.
\SBALLADS Child 20E.14
\N1 `Thou set thy foot unto a thorn,
And there thou got thy two babes born.
\SBALLADS Child 20E.15
\N1 `Thou took out thy wee pen-knife,
And twind us both of our sweet life.
\SBALLADS Child 20E.16
\N1 `Thou took the sattins was on thy head,
Thou rolled us both in when we were dead.
\SBALLADS Child 20E.17
\N1 `Thou howkit a grave forenent the sun,
And there thou buried thy twa babes in.
\SBALLADS Child 20E.18
\N1 `But now we\'re both in [the] heavens hie,
There is pardon for us, but none for thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 20E.19
\N1 `My pretty boys, beg pardon for me!'
`There is pardon for us, but none for thee.'
\LBALLADS Child 20F.1
\N1 IT fell ance upon a day,
\SBALLADS Child 20F.1r
\N1 Edinburgh, Edinburgh
\SBALLADS Child 20F.1
\N2 It fell ance upon a day,
\SBALLADS Child 20F.1r
\N2 Stirling for aye
\SBALLADS Child 20F.1
\N3 It fell ance upon a day
The clerk and lady went to play.
\SBALLADS Child 20F.1r
\N3 So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay
\SBALLADS Child 20F.2
\N1 `If my baby be a son,
I\'ll make him a lord of high renown.'
\SBALLADS Child 20F.3
\N1 She\'s leand her back to the wa,
Prayd that her pains might fa.
\SBALLADS Child 20F.4
\N1 She\'s leand her back to the thorn,
There was her baby born.
\SBALLADS Child 20F.5
\N1 `O bonny baby, if ye suck sair,
You\'ll never suck by my side mair.'
\SBALLADS Child 20F.6
\N1 She\'s riven the muslin frae her head,
Tied the baby hand and feet.
\SBALLADS Child 20F.7
\N1 Out she took her little pen-knife,
Twind the young thing o its sweet life.
\SBALLADS Child 20F.8
\N1 She\'s howked a hole anent the meen,
There laid her sweet baby in.
\SBALLADS Child 20F.9
\N1 She had her to her father\'s ha,
She was the meekest maid amang them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 20F.10
\N1 It fell ance upon a day,
She saw twa babies at their play.
\SBALLADS Child 20F.11
\N1 `O bonny babies, gin ye were mine,
I\'d cleathe you in the silks sae f+ine.'
\SBALLADS Child 20F.12
\N1 `O wild mother, when we were thine,
You cleathd us not in silks so f+ine.
\SBALLADS Child 20F.13
\N1 `But now we\'re in the heavens high,
And you\'ve the pains o hell to try.'
\SBALLADS Child 20F.14
\N1 She threw hersell oer the castle-wa,
There I wat she got a fa.
\LBALLADS Child 20G.1
\N1 THERE was a lady lived on [a] lea,
\SBALLADS Child 20G.1r
\N1 All alone, alone O
\SBALLADS Child 20G.1
\N2 Down by the greenwood side went she.
\SBALLADS Child 20G.1r
\N2 Down the greenwood side O
\SBALLADS Child 20G.2
\N1 She set her foot all on a thorn,
There she had two babies born.
\SBALLADS Child 20G.3
\N1 O she had nothing to lap them in,
But a white appurn, and that was thin.
\LBALLADS Child 20H.1
\N1 THERE was a lady brisk and smart,
\SBALLADS Child 20H.1r
\N1 All in a lone and a lonie O
\SBALLADS Child 20H.1
\N2 And she goes with child to her father\'s clark.
\SBALLADS Child 20H.1r
\N2 Down by the greenwood sidie O
\SBALLADS Child 20H.2
\N1 Big, big oh she went away,
And then she set her foot to a tree.
\SBALLADS Child 20H.3
\N1 Big she set her foot to a stone,
Till her three bonnie babes were borne.
\SBALLADS Child 20H.4
\N1 She took the ribbons off her head,
She tied the little babes hand and feet.
\SBALLADS Child 20H.5
\N1 She howkit a hole before the sun,
She\'s laid these three bonnie babes in.
\SBALLADS Child 20H.6
\N1 She covered them over with marble stone,
For dukes and lords to walk upon.
\SBALLADS Child 20H.7
\N1 She lookit over her father\'s castle wa,
She saw three bonnie boys playing at the ba.
\SBALLADS Child 20H.8
\N1 The f+irst o them was clad in red,
To shew the innocence of their blood.
\SBALLADS Child 20H.9
\N1 The neist o them was clad in green,
To shew that death they had been in.
\SBALLADS Child 20H.10
\N1 The next was naked to the skin,
To shew they were murderd when they were born,
\SBALLADS Child 20H.11
\N1 `O bonnie babes, an ye were mine,
I wad dress you in the satins so f+ine.'
\SBALLADS Child 20H.12
\N1 `O mother dear, when we were thine,
Thou did not use us half so kind.'
\SBALLADS Child 20H.13
\N1 `O bonnie babes, an ye be mine,
Whare hae ye been a\' this time?'
\SBALLADS Child 20H.14
\N1 `We were at our father\'s house,
Preparing a place for thee and us.'
\SBALLADS Child 20H.15
\N1 `Whaten a place hae ye prepar\'d for me?'
`Heaven\'s for us, but hell\'s for thee.
\SBALLADS Child 20H.16
\N1 `O mother dear, but heaven\'s high;
That is the place thou\'ll ne\'er come nigh.
\SBALLADS Child 20H.17
\N1 `O mother dear, but hell is deep;
\'Twill cause thee bitterlie to weep.'
\LBALLADS Child 20I.1
\N1 THE minister\'s daughter of New York,
\SBALLADS Child 20I.1r
\N1 Hey wi the rose and the lindie, O
\SBALLADS Child 20I.1
\N2 Has faen in love wi her father\'s clerk.
\SBALLADS Child 20I.1r
\N2 Alone by the green burn sidie, O
\SBALLADS Child 20I.2
\N1 She courted him six years and a day,
At length her belly did her betray.
\SBALLADS Child 20I.3
\N1 She did her down to the greenwood gang,
To spend awa a while o her time.
\SBALLADS Child 20I.4
\N1 She lent her back unto a thorn,
And she\'s got her twa bonny boys born.
\SBALLADS Child 20I.5
\N1 She\'s taen the ribbons frae her hair,
Bound their bodyes fast and sair.
\SBALLADS Child 20I.6
\N1 She\'s put them aneath a marble stane,
Thinking a maiden to gae hame.
\SBALLADS Child 20I.7
\N1 Looking oer her castle wa,
She spied her bonny boys at the ba.
\SBALLADS Child 20I.8
\N1 `O bonny babies, if ye were mine,
I woud feed you with the white bread and wine.
\SBALLADS Child 20I.9
\N1 `I woud feed you wi the ferra cow\'s milk,
And dress you in the f+inest silk.'
\SBALLADS Child 20I.10
\N1 `O cruel mother, when we were thine,
We saw none of your bread and wine.
\SBALLADS Child 20I.11
\N1 `We saw none of your ferra cow\'s milk,
Nor wore we of your f+inest silk.'
\SBALLADS Child 20I.12
\N1 `O bonny babies, can ye tell me,
What sort of death for you I must die?'
\SBALLADS Child 20I.13
\N1 `Yes, cruel mother, we\'ll tell to thee,
What sort of death for us you must die.
\SBALLADS Child 20I.14
\N1 `Seven years a fowl in the woods,
Seven years a f+ish in the f+loods.
\SBALLADS Child 20I.15
\N1 `Seven years to be a church bell,
Seven years a porter in hell.'
\SBALLADS Child 20I.16
\N1 `Welcome, welcome, fowl in the wood<s],
Welcome, welcome, f+ish in the f+lood<s].
\SBALLADS Child 20I.17
\N1 `Welcome, welcome, to be a church bell,
But heavens keep me out of hell.'
\LBALLADS Child 20J.1
\N1 SHE leant her back against a thorn,
\SBALLADS Child 20J.1r
\N1 Hey for the Rose o\' Malindie O
\SBALLADS Child 20J.1
\N2 And there she has twa bonnie babes born.
\SBALLADS Child 20J.1r
\N2 Adoon by the green wood sidie O
\SBALLADS Child 20J.2
\N1 She\'s taen the ribbon frae her head,
An hankit their necks till they waur dead.
\SBALLADS Child 20J.3
\N1 She luikit outowre her castle wa,
An saw twa nakit boys, playin at the ba.
\SBALLADS Child 20J.4
\N1 `O bonnie boys, waur ye but mine,
I wald feed ye wi f+lour-bread an wine.'
\SBALLADS Child 20J.5
\N1 `O fause mother, whan we waur thine,
Ye didna feed us wi f+lour-bread an wine.'
\SBALLADS Child 20J.6
\N1 `O bonnie boys, gif ye waur mine,
I wald clied ye wi silk sae f+ine.'
\SBALLADS Child 20J.7
\N1 `O fause mother, whan we waur thine,
You didna clied us in silk sae f+ine.
\SBALLADS Child 20J.8
\N1 `Ye tuik the ribbon aff your head,
An\' hankit our necks till we waur dead.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 20J.9
\N1 `Ye sall be seven years bird on the tree,
Ye sall be seven years f+ish i the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 20J.10
\N1 `Ye sall be seven years eel i the pule,
An ye sall be seven years doon into hell.'
\SBALLADS Child 20J.11
\N1 `Welcome, welcome, bird on the tree,
Welcome, welcome, f+ish i the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 20J.12
\N1 `Welcome, welcome, eel i the pule,
But oh for gudesake, keep me frae hell!'
\LBALLADS Child 20K.1
\N1 LADY MARGARET looked oer the castle wa,
\SBALLADS Child 20K.1r
\N1 Hey and a lo and a lilly O
\SBALLADS Child 20K.1
\N2 And she saw twa bonnie babes playing at the ba.
\SBALLADS Child 20K.1r
\N2 Down by the green wood sidy O
\SBALLADS Child 20K.2
\N1 `O pretty babes, an ye were mine,
I would dress you in the silks so f+ine.'
\SBALLADS Child 20K.3
\N1 `O false mother, when we were thine,
Ye did not dress us in silks so f+ine.'
\SBALLADS Child 20K.4
\N1 `O bonnie babes, an ye were mine,
I would feed you on the bread and wine.'
\SBALLADS Child 20K.5
\N1 `O false mother, when we were thine,
Ye did not feed us on the bread and the wine.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 20K.6
\N1 `Seven years a f+ish in the sea,
And seven years a bird in the tree.
\SBALLADS Child 20K.7
\N1 `Seven years to ring a bell,
And seven years porter in hell.'
\LBALLADS Child 20L.1
\N1 A LADY lookd out at a castle wa,
\SBALLADS Child 20L.1r
\N1 Fine f+lowers in the valley
\SBALLADS Child 20L.1
\N2 She saw twa bonnie babes playing at the ba.
\SBALLADS Child 20L.1r
\N2 And the green leaves they grow rarely
\SBALLADS Child 20L.2
\N1 `O my bonnie babes, an ye were mine,
I would cleed ye i the scarlet sae f+ine.
\SBALLADS Child 20L.3
\N1 `I\'d lay ye saft in beds o down,
And watch ye morning, night and noon.'
\SBALLADS Child 20L.4
\N1 `O mither dear, when we were thine,
Ye didna cleed us i the scarlet sae f+ine.
\SBALLADS Child 20L.5
\N1 `But ye took out yere little pen-knife,
And parted us frae our sweet life.
\SBALLADS Child 20L.6
\N1 `Ye howkit a hole aneath the moon,
And there ye laid our bodies down.
\SBALLADS Child 20L.7
\N1 `Ye happit the hole wi mossy stanes,
And there ye left our wee bit banes.
\SBALLADS Child 20L.8
\N1 `But ye ken weel, O mither dear,
Ye never cam that gate for fear.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 20L.9
\N1 `Seven lang years ye\'ll ring the bell,
And see sic sights as ye darna tell.'
\LBALLADS Child 20M.1
\N1 `O mother dear, when we were thine,
\SBALLADS Child 20M.1r
\N1 All a lee and aloney O
\SBALLADS Child 20M.1
\N2 You neither dressed us in coarse or f+ine.'
\SBALLADS Child 20M.1r
\N2 Down by the greenwood sidy O
\LBALLADS Child 20[N.1]
\N1 As I lookit oer my father\'s castle wa,
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.1r]
\N1 All alone and alone O
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.1]
\N2 I saw two pretty babes playing at the ba.
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.1r]
\N2 Down by yon green-wood sidie
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.2]
\N1 `O pretty babes, gin ye were mine,'
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.2r]
\N1 Hey the loch o the Loanie
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.2]
\N2 `I would clead ye o the silk sae f+ine.'
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.2r]
\N2 Down by that green-wood sidie
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.3]
\N1 `O sweet darlings, gin ye were mine,'
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.3r]
\N1 Hey the loch o the Loanie
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.3]
\N2 `I would feed ye on the morning\'s milk.'
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.3r]
\N2 Down by the green-wood sidie
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.4]
\N1 `O mither dear, when we were thine,'
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.4r]
\N1 By the lock o the Loanie
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.4]
\N2 `Ye neither dressd us wi silk nor twine.'
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.4r]
\N2 Down by this green-wood sidie
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.5]
\N1 `But ye tuke out your little pen-knife,'
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.5r]
\N1 By, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.5]
\N2 `And there ye tuke yer little babes\' life.'
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.5r]
\N2 Down by the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.6]
\N1 `O mither dear, when this ye had done,'
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.6r]
\N1 Alone by, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.6]
\N2 `Ye unkirtled yersel, and ye wrapt us in \'t.'
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.6r]
\N2 Down by the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.7]
\N1 `Neist ye houkit a hole fornent the seen.'
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.7r]
\N1 All alone and alone O
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.7]
\N2 `And tearless ye stappit your little babes in'
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.7r]
\N2 Down by the, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.8]
\N1 `But we are in the heavens high,'
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.8r]
\N1 And far frae the loch o the Loanie
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.8]
\N2 `But ye hae the pains o hell to d<r>ie.'
\SBALLADS Child 20[N.8r]
\N2 Before ye leave the green-wood sidie
\LBALLADS Child 20[N2.1]
\N1 There was a duke\'s daughter lived at York,
\SBALLADS Child 20[N2.1r]
\N1 All alone and alone a
\SBALLADS Child 20[N2.1]
\N2 And she fell in love with her father\'s clarke.
\SBALLADS Child 20[N2.1r]
\N2 Down by the greenwood side a, side a,
Down, etc.
\SBALLADS Child 20[N2.2]
\N1 She loved him seven long years and a day,
Till at last she came big-bellied away.
\SBALLADS Child 20[N2.3]
\N1 She set her back against a thorn,
And there she had two pretty babes born.
\SBALLADS Child 20[N2.4]
\N1 She took out a penknife long and short,
And she pierc\'d these pretty babes to the tender heart.
\SBALLADS Child 20[N2.5]
\N1 So as she was walking in her father\'s hall,
She saw three pretty babes playing at ball.
\SBALLADS Child 20[N2.6]
\N1 The one was clothed in purple, the other in pall,
And the other was cloathed in no cloths at all.
\SBALLADS Child 20[N2.7]
\N1 `O pretty babes, pretty babes, will you be mine?
You shall be clothed in scarlet so f+ine,
And ye shall drink ale, beer, and wine.'
\SBALLADS Child 20[N2.8]
\N1 `We are three angels, as other angels be,
And the hotest place in hell is reserved for thee.'
\LBALLADS Child 20[O.1]
\N1 There was a duke\'s daughter lived in York,
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.1r]
\N1 Come bend and bear away the bows of yew
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.1]
\N2 So secretly she loved her father\'s clark.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.1r]
\N2 Gentle hearts, be to me true.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.2]
\N1 She loved him long and many a day,
Till big with child she went away.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.3]
\N1 She went into the wide wilderness;
Poor she was to be pitied for heaviness.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.4]
\N1 She leant her back against a tree,
And there she endurd much misery.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.5]
\N1 She leant her back against an oak,
With bitter sighs these words she spoke.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.6]
\N1 She set her foot against a thorne,
And there she had two pretty babes born.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.7]
\N1 She took her f+illiting off her head,
And there she ty\'d them hand and leg.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.8]
\N1 She had a penknife long [and] sharp,
And there she stuck them to the heart.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.9]
\N1 She dug a grave, it was long and deep,
And there she laid them in to sleep.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.10]
\N1 The coldest earth it was their bed,
The green grass was their coverlid.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.11]
\N1 As she was a going by her father\'s hall,
She see three children a playing at ball.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.12]
\N1 One was drest in scarlet f+ine,
And the other<s was naked] as ere they was born.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.13]
\N1 `O mother, O mother, if these children was mine,
I wold dress them [in] scarlet f+ine.'
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.14]
\N1 `O mother, O mother, when we was thine,
You did not dress [us] in scarlet f+ine.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.15]
\N1 `You set your back against a tree,
And there you endured great misery.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.16]
\N1 `You set your foot against a thorne,
And there you had us pritty babes born.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.17]
\N1 `You took your f+illiting off your head,
And there you bound us, hand to leg.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.18]
\N1 `You had a penknife long and sharp,
And there you stuck us to the heart.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.19]
\N1 `You dug a grave, it was long and deep,
And there you laid us in to sleep.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.20]
\N1 The coldest earth it was our bed,
The green grass was our coverlid.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.21]
\N1 `O mother, mother, for your sin
Heaven-gate you shall not enter in.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.22]
\N1 `O mother, mother, for your sin
Hell-gates stands open to let you in.'
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.23]
\N1 The lady\'s cheeks lookd pale and wan,
`Alass I,' said she, 'what have I done!'
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.24]
\N1 She tore her silken locks of hair,
And dy\'d away in sad despair.
\SBALLADS Child 20[O.25]
\N1 Young ladies all, of beauty bright,
Take warning by her last good-night.
\LBALLADS Child 20[Q.1]
\N1 There was a lady, a lady of York,
\SBALLADS Child 20[Q.1r]
\N1 Ri fol i diddle i gee wo
\SBALLADS Child 20[Q.1]
\N2 She fell a-courting in her own father\'s park.
\SBALLADS Child 20[Q.1r]
\N2 Down by the greenwood side, O
\SBALLADS Child 20[Q.2]
\N1 She leaned her back against the stile,
There she had two pretty babes born.
\SBALLADS Child 20[Q.3]
\N1 And she had nothing to lap \'em in,
But she had a penknife sharp and keen.
\SBALLADS Child 20[Q.4]
\N1 . . . . . . . . .
There she stabbed them right through the heart.
\SBALLADS Child 20[Q.5]
\N1 She wiped the penknife in the sludge;
The more she wiped it, the more the blood showed.
\SBALLADS Child 20[Q.6]
\N1 As she was walking in her own father\'s park,
She saw two pretty babes playing with a ball.
\SBALLADS Child 20[Q.7]
\N1 `Pretty babes, pretty babes, if you were mine,
I\'d dress you up in silks so f+ine.'
\SBALLADS Child 20[Q.8]
\N1 `Dear mother, dear mother, [when we were thine,]
You dressed us not in silks so f+ine.
\SBALLADS Child 20[Q.9]
\N1 `Here we go to the heavens so high,
You\'ll go to bad when you do die.'
\LBALLADS Child 21A.1
\N1 THE maid shee went to the well to washe,
\SBALLADS Child 21A.1r
\N1 Lillumwham, lillumwham!
\SBALLADS Child 21A.1
\N2 The mayd shee went to the well to washe,
\SBALLADS Child 21A.1r
\N2 Whatt then? what then?
\SBALLADS Child 21A.1
\N3 The maid shee went to the well to washe,
Dew f+fell of her lilly white f+leshe.
\SBALLADS Child 21A.1r
\N3 Grandam boy, grandam boy, heye!
Leg a derry, leg a merry, mett, mer, whoope, whir!
Driuance, larumben, grandam boy, heye!
\SBALLADS Child 21A.2
\N1 While shee washte and while shee ronge,
While shee hangd o the hazle wand.
\SBALLADS Child 21A.3
\N1 There came an old palmer by the way,
Sais, `God speed thee well, thou faire maid!'
\SBALLADS Child 21A.4
\N1 `Hast either cupp or can,
To giue an old palmer drinke therin?'
\SBALLADS Child 21A.5
\N1 Sayes, `I have neither cupp nor cann,
To giue an old palmer drinke therin.'
\SBALLADS Child 21A.6
\N1 `But an thy lem\im\ran came from Roome,
Cupps and canns thou wold f+f+ind soone.'
\SBALLADS Child 21A.7
\N1 She sware by God & good St\. John,
Lemman had shee neuer none.
\SBALLADS Child 21A.8
\N1 Sais, `Peace, f+faire mayd, you are f+forsworne!
Nine children you haue borne.
\SBALLADS Child 21A.9
\N1 `Three were buryed vnder thy bed\'s head,
Other three vnder thy brewing leade.
\SBALLADS Child 21A.10
\N1 `Other three on yon play greene;
Count, maid, and there be 9.'
\SBALLADS Child 21A.11
\N1 `But I hope you are the good old man
That all the world beleeues vpon.
\SBALLADS Child 21A.12
\N1 `Old palmer, I pray thee,
Pennaunce \itha\rt thou wilt giue to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 21A.13
\N1 `Penance I can giue thee none,
But 7 yeere to be a stepping-stone.
\SBALLADS Child 21A.14
\N1 `Other seaven a clapper in a bell,
Other 7 to lead an ape in hell.
\SBALLADS Child 21A.15
\N1 `When thou hast thy penance done,
Then thoust come a mayden home.'
\LBALLADS Child 21B.1
\N1 `SEVEN years ye shall be a stone,
\SBALLADS Child 21B.1r
\N1 . . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 21B.1
\N2 For many a poor palmer to rest him upon.
\SBALLADS Child 21B.1r
\N2 And you the fair maiden of Gowden-gane
\SBALLADS Child 21B.2
\N1 `Seven years ye\'ll be porter of hell,
And then I\'ll take you to mysell.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 21B.3
\N1 `Weel may I be a\' the other three,
But porter of hell I never will be.'
\SBALLADS Child 21B.3r
\N2 And I, etc\.
\LBALLADS Child 22.1
\N1 SEY\iN\rT Steuene was a clerk i\in\r ky\in\rg Herowd\ies\r halle,
\iAnd\r seruyd hi\im\r of bred \iand\r clot+h, as euery ky\in\rg befalle.
\SBALLADS Child 22.2
\N1 Steuy\in\r out of kechon\ie\r ca\im\r, w\iy\rt\ih\r boris hed o\in\r honde;
He saw a sterr\ie\r was fayr \iand\r bryy+ot ou\ier\r Bedle\im\r sto\in\rde.
\SBALLADS Child 22.3
\N1 He kyst adoun t+he boris hed \iand\r went in to t+he halle:
`I forsak t+he, ky\in\rg Herowd\ies\r, \iand\r t+hi werk\ies\r alle.
\SBALLADS Child 22.4
\N1 `I forsak t+he, ky\in\rg Herowd\ies\r, \iand\r t+hi werk\ie\rs alle;
\Rt+h\ier\r is a chyld in Bedle\im\r born is bet\ier\r t+ha\in\r we alle.'
\SBALLADS Child 22.5
\N1 `Q\iuat\r eylyt t+he, Steuene? q\iuat\r is t+he befalle?
Lakkyt t+he eyt+h\ier\r mete or drynk in kyng Herowd\ies\r h\ialle\r!'
\SBALLADS Child 22.6
`Lakit me neyt+h\ier\r mete ne drynk i\in\r ky\in\rg Herowd\ies\r halle;
\Rt+h\ier\r is a chyld in Bedle\im\r born is bet\ier\r t+ha\in\r we alle.'
\SBALLADS Child 22.7
\N1 Q\iuat\r eylyt t+he, Steuyn? art t+hu wod, or t+hu gy\in\rnyst to brede?
Lakkyt t+he eyt+h\ier\r gold or fe, or ony ryche wede?'
\SBALLADS Child 22.8
\N1 `Lakyt me neyt+h\ier\r gold ne fe, ne no\in\r ryche wede;
\Rt+h\ier\r is a chyld in Bedle\im\r born xal helpy\in\r vs at o\iur\r nede.'
\SBALLADS Child 22.9
\N1 `\Rt+h\ia\rt is al so sot+h, Steuy\in\r, al so sot+h, iwys,
As t+his capou\in\r crowe xal t+h\ia\rt lyt+h her\ie\r in my\in\r dysh.'
\SBALLADS Child 22.10
\N1 \Rt+h\ia\rt word was not so sone seyd, t+h\ia\rt word i\in\r t+h\ia\rt halle,
T+He capou\in\r crew C\iristu\rs nat\ius\r est! among t+he lord\ies\r alle.
\SBALLADS Child 22.11
\N1 Rysyt vp, my\in\r turme\in\rtowr\ies\r, be to \iand\r al be on,
\iAnd\r led\iy\rt Steuy\in\r out of t+his town, \iand\r sto\in\ryt hy\im\r w\iy\rt\ih\r ston!'
\SBALLADS Child 22.12
\N1 Toky\in\r he Steuene, \iand\r stonyd hy\im\r in the way,
\iAnd\r t+h\ier\rfor\ie\r is his euy\in\r on Cryst\ies\r owy\in\r day.
\LBALLADS Child 23.1
\N1 HIT wes upon a Scere-thorsday that ure loverd aros;
Ful milde were the wordes he spec to Judas.
\SBALLADS Child 23.2
\N1 `Judas, thou most to Jurselem, oure mete for to bugge;
Thritti platen of selver thou bere up othi rugge.
\SBALLADS Child 23.3
\N1 `Thou comest fer ithe brode stret, fer ithe brode strete;
Summe of thine tunesmen ther thou meiht imete.'
\SBALLADS Child 23.4
\N1 . . . . .
Immette wid is soster, the swikele wimon.
\SBALLADS Child 23.5
\N1 `Judas, thou were wrthe me stende the wid ston,
For the false prophete that tou bilevest upon.'
\SBALLADS Child 23.6
\N1 `Be stille, leve soster, thin herte the tobreke!
Wiste min loverd Crist, ful wel he wolde be wreke.'
\SBALLADS Child 23.7
\N1 `Judas, go thou on the roc, heie upon the ston;
Lei thin heved imy barm, slep thou the anon.'
\SBALLADS Child 23.8
\N1 Sone so Judas of slepe was awake,
Thritti platen of selver from hym weren itake.
\SBALLADS Child 23.9
\N1 He drou hymselve bi the cop, that al it lavede a blode;
The Jewes out of Jurselem awenden he were wode.
\SBALLADS Child 23.10
\N1 Foret hym com the riche Jeu that heihte Pilatus:
`Wolte sulle thi loverd, that hette Jesus?'
\SBALLADS Child 23.11
\N1 `I nul sulle my loverd [for] nones cunnes eihte,
Bote hit be for the thritti platen that he me bitaihte.'
\SBALLADS Child 23.12
\N1 `Wolte sulle thi lord Crist for enes cunnes golde?'
`Nay, bote hit be for the platen that he habben wolde.'
\SBALLADS Child 23.13
\N1 In him com ur lord Crist gon, as is postles seten at mete:
`Wou sitte ye, postles, ant wi nule ye ete?
\SBALLADS Child 23.14
\N1 [`Wou sitte ye, postles, ant wi nule ye ete?]
Ic am ibouht ant isold today for oure mete.'
\SBALLADS Child 23.15
\N1 Up stod him Judas: `Lord, am I that . . .?
`I nas never othe stude ther me the evel spec.'
\SBALLADS Child 23.16
\N1 Up him stod Peter, and spec wid al is mihte,
. . . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 23.17
\N1 `Thau Pilatus him come wid ten hundred cnihtes,
Yet ic wolde, loverd, for thi love f+ihte.'
\SBALLADS Child 23.18
\N1 `Still thou be, Peter, wel I the icnowe;
Thou wolt fursake me thrien ar the coc him crowe.'
\LBALLADS Child 24A.1
\N1 THERE was a rich lord, and he lived in Forfar,
He had a fair lady, and one only dochter.
\SBALLADS Child 24A.2
\N1 O she was fair, O dear, she was bonnie!
A ship\'s captain courted her to be his honey.
\SBALLADS Child 24A.3
\N1 There cam a ship\'s captain out owre the sea sailing,
He courted this young thing till he got her wi bairn.
\SBALLADS Child 24A.4
\N1 `Ye\'ll steal your father\'s gowd, and your mother\'s money,
And I\'ll mak ye a lady in Ireland bonnie.'
\SBALLADS Child 24A.5
\N1 She\'s stown her father\'s gowd, and her mother\'s money,
But she was never a lady in Ireland bonnie.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 24A.6
\N1 `There\'s fey fowk in our ship, she winna sail for me,
There\'s fey fowk in our ship, she winna sail for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 24A.7
\N1 They\'ve casten black bullets twice six and forty,
And ae the black bullet fell on bonnie Annie.
\SBALLADS Child 24A.8
\N1 `Ye\'ll tak me in your arms twa, lo, lift me cannie,
Throw me out owre board, your ain dear Annie.'
\SBALLADS Child 24A.9
\N1 He has tane her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her cannie,
He has laid her on a bed of down, his ain dear Annie.
\SBALLADS Child 24A.10
\N1 `What can a woman do, love, I\'ll do for ye;'
`Muckle can a woman do, ye canna do for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 24A.11
\N1 `Lay about, steer about, lay our ship cannie,
Do all ye can to save my dear Annie.'
\SBALLADS Child 24A.12
\N1 `I\'ve laid about, steerd about, laid about cannie,
But all I can do, she winna sail for me.
\SBALLADS Child 24A.13
\N1 `Ye\'ll tak her in your arms twa, lo, lift her cannie,
And throw her out owre board, your ain dear Annie.'
\SBALLADS Child 24A.14
\N1 He has tane her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her cannie,
He has thrown her out owre board, his ain dear Annie.
\SBALLADS Child 24A.15
\N1 As the ship sailed, bonnie Annie she swam,
And she was at Ireland as soon as them.
\SBALLADS Child 24A.16
\N1 He made his love a coff+in of the gowd sae yellow,
And buried his bonnie love doun in a sea valley.
\LBALLADS Child 24B.1
\N1 DOWN in Dumbarton there wonnd a rich merchant,
Down in Dumbarton there wond a rich merchant,
And he had nae family but ae only dochter.
\SBALLADS Child 24B.1r
\N2 Sing fal lal de deedle, fal lal de deedle lair, O a day
\SBALLADS Child 24B.2
\N1 There cam a rich squire, intending to woo her,
He wooed her until he had got her wi babie.
\SBALLADS Child 24B.3
\N1 `Oh what shall I do! oh what shall come o me!
Baith father and mither will think naething o me.'
\SBALLADS Child 24B.4
\N1 `Gae up to your father, bring down gowd and money,
And I\'ll take ye ower to a braw Irish ladie.'
\SBALLADS Child 24B.5
\N1 She gade to her father, brought down gowd and money,
And she\'s awa ower to a braw Irish ladie.
\SBALLADS Child 24B.6
\N1 She hadna sailed far till the young thing cried `Women!'
`What women can do, my dear, I\'ll do for you.'
\SBALLADS Child 24B.7
\N1 `O haud your tongue, foolish man, dinna talk vainly,
For ye never kent what a woman driet for you.
\SBALLADS Child 24B.8
\N1 `Gae wash your hands in the cauld spring water,
And dry them on a towel a\' giltit wi silver.
\SBALLADS Child 24B.9
\N1 `And tak me by the middle, and lift me up saftlie,
And throw me ower shipboard, baith me and my babie.'
\SBALLADS Child 24B.10
\N1 He took her by the middle, and lifted her saftly,
And threw her ower shipboard, baith her and her babie.
\SBALLADS Child 24B.11
\N1 Sometimes she did sink, sometimes she did f+loat it,
Until that she cam to the high banks o Yarrow.
\SBALLADS Child 24B.12
\N1 `O captain tak gowd, O sailors tak money,
And launch out your sma boat till I sail for my honey.'
\SBALLADS Child 24B.13
\N1 `How can I tak gowd, how can I tak money?
My ship\'s on a sand bank, she winna sail for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 24B.14
\N1 The captain took gowd, the sailors took money,
And they launchd out their sma boat till he sailed for his honey.
\SBALLADS Child 24B.15
\N1 `Mak my love a coff+in o the gowd sae yellow,
Whar the wood it is dear, and the planks they are narrow,
And bury my love on the high banks o Yarrow.'
\SBALLADS Child 24B.16
\N1 They made her a coff+in o the gowd sae yellow,
And buried her deep on the high banks o Yarrow.
\LBALLADS Child 25A.1
\N1 `WILLIE, Willie, I\'ll learn you a wile,'
\SBALLADS Child 25A.1r
\N1 And the sun shines over the valleys and a\'
\SBALLADS Child 25A.1
\N2 `How this pretty fair maid ye may beguile.'
\SBALLADS Child 25A.1r
\N2 Amang the blue f+lowrs and the yellow and a\'
\SBALLADS Child 25A.2
\N1 `Ye maun lie doun just as ye were dead,
And tak your winding-sheet around your head.
\SBALLADS Child 25A.3
\N1 `Ye maun gie the bellman his bell-groat,
To ring your dead-bell at your lover\'s yett.'
\SBALLADS Child 25A.4
\N1 He lay doun just as he war dead,
And took his winding-sheet round his head.
\SBALLADS Child 25A.5
\N1 He gied the bellman his bell-groat,
To ring his dead-bell at his lover\'s yett.
\SBALLADS Child 25A.6
\N1 `O wha is this that is dead, I hear?'
`O wha but Willie that loed ye sae dear.'
\SBALLADS Child 25A.7
\N1 She is to her father\'s chamber gone,
And on her knees she\'s fallen down.
\SBALLADS Child 25A.8
\N1 `O father, O father, ye maun grant me this;
I hope that ye will na tak it amiss.
\SBALLADS Child 25A.9
\N1 `That I to Willie\'s burial should go;
For he is dead, full well I do know.'
\SBALLADS Child 25A.10
\N1 `Ye\'ll tak your seven bauld brethren wi thee,
And to Willie\'s burial straucht go ye.'
\SBALLADS Child 25A.11
\N1 It\'s whan she cam to the outmost yett,
She made the silver f+ly round for his sake.
\SBALLADS Child 25A.12
\N1 It\'s whan she cam to the inmost yett,
She made the red gowd f+ly round for his sake.
\SBALLADS Child 25A.13
\N1 As she walked frae the court to the parlour there,
The pretty corpse syne began for to steer.
\SBALLADS Child 25A.14
\N1 He took her by the waist sae neat and sae sma,
And threw her atween him and the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 25A.15
\N1 `O Willie, O Willie, let me alane this nicht,
O let me alane till we\'re wedded richt.'
\SBALLADS Child 25A.16
\N1 `Ye cam unto me baith sae meek and mild,
But I\'ll mak ye gae hame a wedded wife wi child.'
\LBALLADS Child 25B.1
\N1 `O Willie my son, what makes you sae sad?'
\SBALLADS Child 25B.1r
\N1 As the sun shines over the valley
\SBALLADS Child 25B.1
\N2 `I lye sarely sick for the love of a maid.'
\SBALLADS Child 25B.1r
\N2 Amang the blue f+lowers and the yellow
\SBALLADS Child 25B.2
\N1 `Were she an heiress or lady sae free,
That she will take no pity on thee?
\SBALLADS Child 25B.3
\N1 `O Willie, my son, I\'ll learn you a wile,
How this fair maid ye may beguile.
\SBALLADS Child 25B.4
\N1 `Ye\'ll gie the principal bellman a groat,
And ye\'ll gar him cry your dead lyke-wake.'
\SBALLADS Child 25B.5
\N1 Then he gae the principal bellman a groat,
He bade him cry his dead lyke-wake.
\SBALLADS Child 25B.6
\N1 This maiden she stood till she heard it a\',
And down frae her cheeks the tears did fa.
\SBALLADS Child 25B.7
\N1 She is hame to her father\'s ain bower:
`I\'ll gang to yon lyke-wake ae single hour.'
\SBALLADS Child 25B.8
\N1 `Ye must take with you your ain brither John;
It\'s not meet for maidens to venture alone.'
\SBALLADS Child 25B.9
\N1 `I\'ll not take with me my brither John,
But I\'ll gang along, myself all alone.'
\SBALLADS Child 25B.10
\N1 When she came to young Willie\'s yate,
His seven brithers were standing thereat.
\SBALLADS Child 25B.11
\N1 Then they did conduct her into the ha,
Amang the weepers and merry mourners a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 25B.12
\N1 When she lifted up the covering sae red,
With melancholy countenance to look on the dead,
\SBALLADS Child 25B.13
\N1 He\'s taen her in his arms, laid her gainst the wa,
Says, `Lye ye here, fair maid, till day.'
\SBALLADS Child 25B.14
\N1 `O spare me, O spare me, but this single night,
And let me gang hame a maiden sae bright.'
\SBALLADS Child 25B.15
\N1 `Tho all your kin were about your bower,
Ye shall not be a maiden ae single hour.
\SBALLADS Child 25B.16
\N1 `Fair maid, ye came here without a convoy,
But ye shall return wi a horse and a boy.
\SBALLADS Child 25B.17
\N1 `Ye came here a maiden sae mild,
But ye shall gae hame a wedded wife with child.'
\LBALLADS Child 25C.1
\N1 `O WILLIE, Willie, what makes thee so sad?'
\SBALLADS Child 25C.1r
\N1 And the sun shines over the valley
\SBALLADS Child 25C.1
\N2 `I have loved a lady these seven years and mair.'
\SBALLADS Child 25C.1r
\N2 Down amang the blue f+lowers and the yellow
\SBALLADS Child 25C.2
\N1 `O Willie, lie down as thou were dead,
And lay thy winding-sheet down at thy head.
\SBALLADS Child 25C.3
\N1 `And gie to the bellman a belling-great,
To ring the dead-bell at thy love\'s bower-yett.'
\SBALLADS Child 25C.4
\N1 He laid him down as he were dead,
And he drew the winding-sheet oer his head.
\SBALLADS Child 25C.5
\N1 He gied to the bellman a belling-great,
To ring the dead-bell at his love\'s bower-yett.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 25C.6
\N1 When that she came to her true lover\'s gate,
She dealt the red gold and all for his sake.
\SBALLADS Child 25C.7
\N1 And when that she came to her true lover\'s bower,
She had not been there for the space of half an hour,
\SBALLADS Child 25C.8
\N1 Till that she cam to her true lover\'s bed,
And she lifted the winding-sheet to look at the dead.
\SBALLADS Child 25C.9
\N1 He took her by the hand so meek and sma,
And he cast her over between him and the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 25C.10
\N1 `Tho all your friends were in the bower,
I would not let you go for the space of half an hour.
\SBALLADS Child 25C.11
\N1 `You came to me without either horse or boy,
But I will send you home with a merry convoy.'
\LBALLADS Child 25D.1
\N1 `O JOHNIE, dear Johnie, what makes ye sae sad?'
\SBALLADS Child 25D.1r
\N1 As the sun shines ower the valley
\SBALLADS Child 25D.1
\N2 `I think nae music will mak ye glad.'
\SBALLADS Child 25D.1r
\N2 Amang the blue f+lowers and the yellow
\LBALLADS Child 25[E.1]
\N1 `If my love loves me, she lets me not know,
That is a dowie chance;
I wish that I the same could do,
Tho my love were in France, France,
Tho my love were in France.
\SBALLADS Child 25[E.2]
\N1 `O lang think I, and very lang,
And lang think I, I true;
But lang and langer will I think
Or my love o me rue.
\SBALLADS Child 25[E.3]
\N1 `I will write a broad letter,
And write it sae perf+ite,
That an she winna o me rue,
I\'ll bid her come to my lyke.'
\SBALLADS Child 25[E.4]
\N1 Then he has written a broad letter,
And seald it wi his hand,
And sent it on to his true love,
As fast as boy could gang.
\SBALLADS Child 25[E.5]
\N1 When she looked the letter upon,
A light laugh then gae she;
But ere she read it to an end,
The tear blinded her ee.
\SBALLADS Child 25[E.6]
\N1 `O saddle to me a steed, father,
O saddle to me a steed;
For word is come to me this night,
That my true love is dead.'
\SBALLADS Child 25[E.7]
\N1 `The steeds are in the stable, daughter,
The keys are casten by;
Ye cannot won to-night, daughter,
To-morrow ye\'se won away.'
\SBALLADS Child 25[E.8]
\N1 She has cut aff her yellow locks,
A little aboon her ee,
And she is on to Willie\'s lyke,
As fast as gang could she.
\SBALLADS Child 25[E.9]
\N1 As she gaed ower yon high hill head,
She saw a dowie light;
It was the candles at Willie\'s lyke,
And torches burning bright.
\SBALLADS Child 25[E.10]
\N1 Three o Willie\'s eldest brothers
Were making for him a bier;
One half o it was gude red gowd,
The other siller clear.
\SBALLADS Child 25[E.11]
\N1 Three o Willie\'s eldest sisters
Were making for him a sark;
The one half o it was cambric f+ine,
The other needle wark.
\SBALLADS Child 25[E.12]
\N1 Out spake the youngest o his sisters,
As she stood on the f+leer:
How happy would our brother been,
If ye\'d been sooner here!
\SBALLADS Child 25[E.13]
\N1 She lifted up the green covering,
And gae him kisses three;
Then he lookd up into her face,
The blythe blink in his ee.
\SBALLADS Child 25[E.14]
\N1 O then he started to his feet,
And thus to her said he:
Fair Annie, since we\'re met again,
Parted nae mair we\'se be.
\LBALLADS Child 26.1
\N1 THERE were three rauens sat on a tree,
\SBALLADS Child 26.1r
\N1 Downe a downe, hay down, hay downe
\SBALLADS Child 26.1
\N2 There were three rauens sat on a tree,
\SBALLADS Child 26.1r
\N2 With a downe
\SBALLADS Child 26.1
\N3 There were three rauens sat on a tree,
They were as blacke as they might be.
\SBALLADS Child 26.1r
\N3 With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe
\SBALLADS Child 26.2
\N1 The one of them said to his mate,
`Where shall we our breakefast take?'
\SBALLADS Child 26.3
\N1 `Downe in yonder greene f+ield,
There lies a knight slain vnder his shield.
\SBALLADS Child 26.4
\N1 `His hounds they lie downe at his feete,
So well they can their master keepe.
\SBALLADS Child 26.5
\N1 `His haukes they f+lie so eagerly,
There\'s no fowle dare him come nie.'
\SBALLADS Child 26.6
\N1 Downe there comes a fallow doe,
As great with yong as she might goe.
\SBALLADS Child 26.7
\N1 She lift vp his bloudy hed,
And kist his wounds that were so red.
\SBALLADS Child 26.8
\N1 She got him vp vpon her backe,
And carried him to earthen lake.
\SBALLADS Child 26.9
\N1 She buried him before the prime,
She was dead herselfe ere euen-song time.
\SBALLADS Child 26.10
\N1 God send euery gentleman,
Such haukes, such hounds, and such a leman.
\LBALLADS Child 27.1
\N1 SEVEN lang years I hae served the king,
\SBALLADS Child 27.1r
\N1 Fa fa fa fa lilly
\SBALLADS Child 27.1
\N2 And I never got a sight of his daughter but ane.
\SBALLADS Child 27.1r
\N2 With my glimpy, glimpy, glimpy eedle,
Lillum too tee a ta too a tee a ta a tally
\SBALLADS Child 27.2
\N1 I saw her thro a whummil bore,
And I neer got a sight of her no more.
\SBALLADS Child 27.3
\N1 Twa was putting on her gown,
And ten was putting pins therein.
\SBALLADS Child 27.4
\N1 Twa was putting on her shoon,
And twa was buckling them again.
\SBALLADS Child 27.5
\N1 Five was combing down her hair,
And I never got a sight of her nae mair.
\SBALLADS Child 27.6
\N1 Her neck and breast was like the snow,
Then from the bore I was forced to go.
\LBALLADS Child 28.1
\N1 BURD ELLEN sits in her bower windowe,
\SBALLADS Child 28.1r
\N1 With a double laddy double, and for the double dow
\SBALLADS Child 28.1
\N2 Twisting the red silk and the blue.
\SBALLADS Child 28.1r
\N2 With the double rose and the May-hay
\SBALLADS Child 28.2
\N1 And whiles she twisted, and whiles she twan,
And whiles the tears fell down amang.
\SBALLADS Child 28.3
\N1 Till once there by cam Young Tamlane:
`Come light, oh light, and rock your young son.'
\SBALLADS Child 28.4
\N1 `If you winna rock him, you may let him rair,
For I hae rockit my share and mair.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 28.5
\N1 Young Tamlane to the seas he\'s gane,
And a\' women\'s curse in his company\'s gane.
\LBALLADS Child 29.1
\N1 IN the third day of May
to Carleile did come
A kind curteous child,
that cold much of wisdome.
\SBALLADS Child 29.2
\N1 A kirtle and a mantle
this child had vppon,
W\ii\rth brauches and ringes
full richelye bedone.
\SBALLADS Child 29.3
\N1 He had a sute of silke,
about his middle drawne;
W\ii\rthout he cold of curtesye,
he thought itt much shame.
\SBALLADS Child 29.4
\N1 `God speed thee, K\iing\r Arthur,
sitting att thy meate!
And the goodly Queene Gueneuer!
I cannott her f+forgett.
\SBALLADS Child 29.5
\N1 `I tell you lords in this hall,
I hett you all heede,
Except you be the more surer,
is you for to dread.'
\SBALLADS Child 29.6
\N1 He plucked out of his potewer,
and longer wold not dwell,
He pulled forth a pretty mantle,
betweene two nut-shells.
\SBALLADS Child 29.7
\N1 `Haue thou here, K\iing\r Arthure,
haue thou heere of mee;
Giue itt to thy comely queene,
shapen as itt is alreadye.
\SBALLADS Child 29.8
\N1 `Itt shall neu\ier\r become \itha\rt wiffe
\itha\rt hath once done amisse:'
Then euery k\inigh\rt in the k\iing\rs court
began to care for his.
\SBALLADS Child 29.9
\N1 Forth came dame Gueneuer,
to the mantle shee her bed;
The ladye shee was new-fangle,
but yett shee was affrayd.
\SBALLADS Child 29.10
\N1 When shee had taken the mantle,
shee stoode as she had beene madd;
It was from the top to the toe
as sheeres had itt shread.
\SBALLADS Child 29.11
\N1 One while was itt gaule,
another while was itt greene;
another while was itt wadded;
ill itt did her beseeme.
\SBALLADS Child 29.12
\N1 Another while was it blacke,
and bore the worst hue;
`By my troth,' q\iuo\rth K\iing\r Arthur,
`I thinke thou be not true.'
\SBALLADS Child 29.13
\N1 Shee threw downe the mantle,
\itha\rt bright was of blee,
Fast w\ii\rth a rudd redd
to her chamber can shee f+lee.
\SBALLADS Child 29.14
\N1 Shee curst the weauer and the walker
that clothe \itha\rt had wrought,
And bade a vengeance on his crowne
\itha\rt hither hath itt brought.
\SBALLADS Child 29.15
\N1 `I had rather be in a wood,
vnder a greene tree,
Then in K\iing\r Arthurs court
shamed for to bee.'
\SBALLADS Child 29.16
\N1 Kay called forth his ladye,
and bade her come neere;
Saies, `Madam, and thou be guiltye,
I pray thee hold thee there.'
\SBALLADS Child 29.17
\N1 Forth came his ladye
shortlye and anon,
Boldlye to the mantle
then is shee gone.
\SBALLADS Child 29.18
\N1 When she had tane the mantle,
and cast it her about,
Then was shee bare
all aboue the buttocckes.
\SBALLADS Child 29.19
\N1 Then euery knight
\itha\rt was in the kings court
Talked, laughed, and showted,
full oft att \itha\rt sport.
\SBALLADS Child 29.20
\N1 Shee threw downe the mantle,
\itha\rt bright was of blee,
Ffast w\ii\rth a red rudd
to her chamber can shee f+lee.
\SBALLADS Child 29.21
\N1 Forth came an old k\inigh\rt,
pattering ore a creede,
And he p\iro\rferred to this little boy
twenty markes to his meede,
\SBALLADS Child 29.22
\N1 And all the time of the Christmasse
willinglye to f+feede;
For why, this mantle might
doe his wiffe some need.
\SBALLADS Child 29.23
\N1 When shee had tane the mantle,
of cloth \itha\rt was made,
Shee had no more left on her
but a tassell and a threed:
Then euery k\inigh\rt in the k\iing\rs court
bade euill might shee speed.
\SBALLADS Child 29.24
\N1 Shee threw downe the mantle,
\itha\rt bright was of blee,
And fast w\ii\rth a redd rudd
to her chamber can shee f+lee.
\SBALLADS Child 29.25
\N1 Craddocke called forth his ladye,
and bade her come in;
Saith, `Winne this mantle, ladye,
w\ii\rth a litle dinne.
\SBALLADS Child 29.26
\N1 `Winne this mantle, ladye,
and it shalbe thine
If thou neuer did amisse
since thou wast mine.'
\SBALLADS Child 29.27
\N1 Forth came Craddockes ladye
shortlye and anon,
But boldlye to the mantle
then is shee gone.
\SBALLADS Child 29.28
\N1 When shee had tane the mantle,
and cast itt her about,
Vpp att her great toe
itt began to crinkle and crowt;
Shee said, `Bowe downe, mantle,
and shame me not for nought.
\SBALLADS Child 29.29
\N1 `Once I did amisse,
I tell you certainlye,
When I kist Craddockes mouth
vnder a greene tree,
When I kist Craddockes mouth
before he marryed mee.'
\SBALLADS Child 29.30
\N1 When shee had her shreeuen,
and her sines shee had tolde,
The mantle stoode about her
right as shee wold;
\SBALLADS Child 29.31
\N1 Seemelye of coulour,
glittering like gold;
Then euery k\inigh\rt in Arthurs court
did her behold.
\SBALLADS Child 29.32
\N1 Then spake dame Gueneuer
to Arthur our king:
`She hath tane yonder mantle,
not w\ii\rth wright but w\ii\rth wronge!
\SBALLADS Child 29.33
\N1 `See you not yonder woman
\itha\rt maketh her selfe soe clene?
I haue seene tane out of her bedd
of men f+iueteene;
\SBALLADS Child 29.34
\N1 `Preists, clarkes, and wedded men,
from her by-deene;
Yett she taketh the mantle,
and maketh her-selfe cleane!'
\SBALLADS Child 29.35
\N1 Then spake the litle boy
\itha\rt kept the mantle in hold;
Sayes `K\iing\r, chasten thy wiffe;
of her words shee is to bold.
\SBALLADS Child 29.36
\N1 `Shee is a bitch and a witch,
and a whore bold;
King, in thine owne hall
thou art a cuchold.'
\SBALLADS Child 29.37
\N1 The litle boy stoode
looking ou\ie\rr a dore;
He was ware of a wyld bore,
wold haue werryed a man.
\SBALLADS Child 29.38
\N1 He pulld forth a wood kniffe,
fast thither \itha\rt he ran;
He brought in the bores head,
and quitted him like a man.
\SBALLADS Child 29.39
\N1 He brought in the bores head,
and was wonderous bold;
He said there was neu\ie\rr a cucholds kniffe
carue itt that cold.
\SBALLADS Child 29.40
\N1 Some rubbed their kniues
vppon a whetstone;
Some threw them vnder the table,
and said they had none.
\SBALLADS Child 29.41
\N1 K\iing\r Arthur and the child
stood looking them vpon;
All their kniues edges
turned backe againe.
\SBALLADS Child 29.42
\N1 Craddoccke had a litle kniue
of iron and of steele;
He birtled the bores head
wonderous weele,
\iTha\rt euery k\inigh\rt in the k\iing\rs court
had a morssell.
\SBALLADS Child 29.43
\N1 The litle boy had a horne,
of red gold \itha\rt ronge;
He said, 'There was noe cuckolde
shall drinke of my horne,
But he shold itt sheede,
either behind or beforne.'
\SBALLADS Child 29.44
\N1 Some shedd on their shoulder,
and some on their knee;
He \itha\rt cold not hitt his mouth
put it in his eye;
And he \itha\rt was a cuckhold,
euery man might him see.
\SBALLADS Child 29.45
\N1 Craddoccke wan the horne
and the bores head;
His ladye wan the mantle
vnto her meede;
Euerye such a louely ladye,
God send her well to speede!
\LBALLADS Child 30.1
* * * * *
\N1 [SAIES, `Come here, cuzen Gawaine so gay,]
My sisters sonne be yee;
Ffor you shall see one of the fairest round tables
That euer you see w\ii\rth your eye.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.2
\N1 Then bespake Lady Qu\ieen\r Gueneuer,
And these were the words said shee:
`I know where a round table is, thou noble k\iing\r,
Is worth thy round table and other such three.
\SBALLADS Child 30.3
\N1 `The trestle that stands vnder this round table,' she said,
`Lowe downe to the mould,
It is worth thy round table, thou worthy k\iing\r,
Thy halls, and all thy gold.
\SBALLADS Child 30.4
\N1 `The place where this round table stands in,
. . . . . .
It is worth thy castle, thy gold, thy fee,
And all good Litle Britaine.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.5
\N1 `Where may that table be, lady?' q\iuo\rth hee,
`Or where may all that goodly building be?'
`You shall it seeke,' shee says, 'Till you it f+ind,
For you shall neuer gett more of me.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.6
\N1 Then bespake him noble K\iing\r Arthur,
These were the words said hee:
`Ile make mine avow to God,
And alsoe to the Trinity,
\SBALLADS Child 30.7
\N1 `Ile never sleepe one night there as I doe another,
Till \itha\rt round table I see:
S\iir\r Marramiles and S\iir\r Tristeram,
Fellowes \itha\rt ye shall bee.
\SBALLADS Child 30.8
\N1 . . . . .
. . . . .
`Weele be clad in palmers weede,
Fiue palmers we will bee;
\SBALLADS Child 30.9
\N1 `There is noe outlandish man will vs abide,
Nor will vs come nye.'
Then they riued east and the+: riued west,
In many a strange country.
\SBALLADS Child 30.10
\N1 Then they tranckled a litle further,
They saw a battle new sett:
`Now, by my faith,' saies noble King Arthur,
. . . . . . well .
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 30.11
\N1 But when he cam to this . . c . .
And to the palace gate,
Soe ready was ther a proud porter,
And met him soone therat.
\SBALLADS Child 30.12
\N1 Shooes of gold the porter had on,
And all his other rayment was vnto the same:
`Now, by my faith,' saies noble K\iing\r Arthur,
`Yonder is a minion swaine.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.13
\N1 Then bespake noble K\iing\r Arthur,
These were the words says hee:
`Come hither, thou proud porter,
I pray thee come hither to me.
\SBALLADS Child 30.14
\N1 `I haue two poore rings of my f+inger,
The better of them Ile giue to thee;
Tell who may be lord of this castle,' he sayes,
`Or who is lord in this cuntry?'
\SBALLADS Child 30.15
\N1 `Cornewall K\iing\r,' the porter sayes,
`There is none soe rich as hee;
Neither in christendome, nor yet in heathennest,
None hath soe much gold as he.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.16
\N1 And then bespake him noble K\iing\r Arthur,
These were the words sayes hee:
`I haue two poore rings of my f+inger,
The better of them Ile giue thee,
If thou wilt greete him well, Cornewall K\iing\r,
And greete him well from me.
\SBALLADS Child 30.17
\N1 `Pray him for one nights lodging and two meales meate,
For his love that dyed vppon a tree;
Of one ghesting and two meales meate,
For his loue that dyed vppon a tree.
\SBALLADS Child 30.18
\N1 `Of one ghesting, of two meales meate,
For his love that was of virgin borne,
And in the morning \itha\rt we may scape away,
Either w\ii\rthout scath or scorne.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.19
\N1 Then forth is gone this proud porter,
As fast as he cold hye,
And when he came befor Cornewall K\iing\r,
He kneeled downe on his knee.
\SBALLADS Child 30.20
\N1 Sayes, `I haue beene porter-man, at thy gate,
This thirty winter and three . .
. . . . . .
. . . . .
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 30.21
\N1 . . . . . .
. . . . .
Our Lady was borne; then thought Cornewall K\iing\r
These palmers had beene in Britt\iaine\r.
\SBALLADS Child 30.22
\N1 Then bespake him Cornwall King,
These were the words he said there:
`Did you euer know a comely k\iing\r,
His name was King Arthur?'
\SBALLADS Child 30.23
\N1 And then bespake him noble K\iing\r Arthur,
These were the words said hee:
`I doe not know that comly k\iing\r,
But once my selfe I did him see.'
Then bespake Cornwall K\iing\r againe,
These were the words said he:
\SBALLADS Child 30.24
\N1 Sayes, `Seuen yeere I was clad and fed,
In Litle Brittaine, in a bower;
I had a daughter by K\iing\r Arthurs wife,
\iTha\rt now is called my f+lower;
For K\iing\r Arthur, that kindly cockward,
Hath none such in his bower.
\SBALLADS Child 30.25
\N1 `For I durst sweare, and saue my othe,
\iTha\rt same lady soe bright,
That a man \itha\rt were laid on his death bed
Wold open his eyes on her to haue sight.'
`Now, by my faith,' sayes noble K\iing\r Arthur,
`And that\'s a full faire wight!'
\SBALLADS Child 30.26
\N1 And then bespake Cornewall [King] againe,
And these were the words he said:
`Come hither, f+iue or three of my knights,
And feitch me downe my steed;
King Arthur, that foule cockeward,
Hath none such, if he had need.
\SBALLADS Child 30.27
\N1 `For I can ryde him as far on a day
As King Arthur can doe any of his on three;
And is it not a pleasure for a k\iing\r
When he shall ryde forth on his iourney?
\SBALLADS Child 30.28
\N1 `For the eyes that beene in his head,
The+: glister as doth the gleed.'
`Now, by my faith,' says noble King Arthur,
'\iTha\rt is a well faire steed.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 30.29
\N1 . . . . . .
. . . . .
`Nobody say . . . .
But one \ithat\r\'s learned to speake.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.30
\N1 Then K\iing\r Arthur to his bed was brought,
A greeiued man was hee;
And soe were all his fellowes w\ii\rth him,
From him the+: thought neuer to f+lee.
\SBALLADS Child 30.31
\N1 Then take they did that lodly groome,
And under the rub-chadler closed was hee,
And he was set by K\iing\r Arthurs bed-side,
To heere theire talke and theire comu\in\rye;
\SBALLADS Child 30.32
\N1 \iTha\rt he might come forth, and make Proclamation,
Long before it was day;
It was more for K\iing\r Cornwalls pleasure,
Then it was for K\iing\r Arthurs pay.
\SBALLADS Child 30.33
\N1 And when K\iing\r Arthur in his bed was laid,
These were the words said hee:
`Ile make mine avow to God,
And alsoe to the Trinity,
That Ile be the bane of Cornwall Kinge,
Litle Brittaine or euer I see!'
\SBALLADS Child 30.34
\N1 `It is an vnaduised vow,' saies Gawaine the gay,
`As ever k\iing\r hard make I;
But wee \itha\rt beene f+ive christian men,
Of the christen faith are wee,
And we shall f+ight against anoynted k\iing\r
And all his armorie.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.35
\N1 And then bespake him noble Arthur,
And these were the words said he:
`Why, if thou be afraid, S\iir\r Gawaine the gay,
Goe home, and drinke wine in thine owne country.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.36
\N1 And then bespake S\ii\rr Gawaine the gay,
And these were the words said hee:
`Nay, seeing you have made such a hearty vow,
Heere another vow make will I.
\SBALLADS Child 30.37
\N1 `Ile make mine avow to God,
And alsoe to the Trinity,
\iTha\rt I will haue yonder faire lady
To Litle Brittaine w\ii\rth mee.
\SBALLADS Child 30.38
\N1 `Ile hose her hourly to my heart,
And w\ii\rth her Ile worke my will;'
. . . . .
. . . . .
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 30.39
\N1 . . . . .
These were the words sayd hee:
`Befor I wold wrestle with yonder feend,
It is better be drowned in the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.40
\N1 And then bespake S\ii\rr Bredbeddle,
And these were the words said he:
`Why, I will wrestle w\ii\rth yon lodly feend,
God, my gouernor thou wilt bee!'
\SBALLADS Child 30.41
\N1 Then bespake him noble Arthur,
And these were the words said he:
`What weapons wilt thou haue, thou gentle knight?
I pray thee tell to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.42
\N1 He sayes, `Collen brand Ile haue in my hand,
And a Millaine knife fast by me knee,
And a Danish axe fast in my hands,
\iTha\rt a sure weapon I thinke wilbe.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.43
\N1 Then w\ii\rth his Collen brand \itha\rt he had in his hand
The bunge of that rub-chandler he burst in three;
W\ii\rth that start out a lodly feend,
W\ii\rth seuen heads, and one body.
\SBALLADS Child 30.44
\N1 The fyer towards the element f+lew,
Out of his mouth, where was great plentie;
The knight stoode in the middle and fought,
\iTha\rt it was great ioy to see.
\SBALLADS Child 30.45
\N1 Till his Collaine brand brake in his hand,
And his Millaine knife burst on his knee,
And then the Danish axe burst in his hand f+irst,
That a sur weapon he thought shold be.
\SBALLADS Child 30.46
\N1 But now is the knight left w\ii\rthout any weapons,
And alacke! it was the more pitty;
But a surer weapon then he had one,
Had neuer l\iord\r in Christentye;
And all was but one litle booke,
He found it by the side of the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 30.47
\N1 He found it at the sea-side,
Wrucked upp in a f+loode;
Our L\iord\r had written it w\ii\rth his hands,
And sealed it w\ii\rth his bloode.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 30.48
\N1 `That thou doe not s . . . .
But ly still in that wall of stone,
Till I haue beene with noble K\iing\r Arthur,
And told him what I haue done.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.49
\N1 And when he came to the k\iing\rs chamber,
He cold of his curtesie:
Says, `Sleepe you, wake you, noble K\iing\r Arthur?
And euer Iesus waken yee!'
\SBALLADS Child 30.50
\N1 `Nay, I am not sleeping, I am waking,'
These were the words said hee;
`Ffor thee I haue card; how hast thou fared?
O gentle knight, let me see.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.51
\N1 The knight wrought the k\iing\r his booke,
Bad him behold, reede and see;
And euer he found it on the backside of the leafe
As noble Arthur wold wish it to be.
\SBALLADS Child 30.52
\N1 And then bespake him K\iing\r Arthur,
`Alas! thow gentle knight, how may this be,
That I might see him in the same licknesse
\iTha\rt he stood vnto thee?'
\SBALLADS Child 30.53
\N1 And then bespake him the Greene Knight,
These were the words said hee:
`If youle stand stif+ly in the battell stronge,
For I haue won all the victory.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.54
\N1 Then bespake him the K\iing\r againe,
And these were the words said hee:
`If wee stand not stif+ly in this battell strong,
Wee are worthy to be hanged all on a tree.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.55
\N1 Then bespake him the Greene Kinght,
These were the words said he:
Saies, `I doe coniure thee, thou fowle feend,
In the same licknesse thou stood vnto me.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.56
\N1 W\ii\rth that start out a lodly feend,
W\ii\rth seuen heads, and one body;
The f+ier towards the element f+laugh,
Out of his mouth, where was great plenty.
\SBALLADS Child 30.57
\N1 The knight stood in the middle p . . .
. . . . . .
. . . . . .
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* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 30.58
\N1 . . . . . .
. . . . .
. . . they stood the space of an houre,
I know not what they did.
\SBALLADS Child 30.59
\N1 And then bespake him the Greene Knight,
And these were the words said he:
Saith, `I coniure thee, thou fowle feend,
\iTha\rt thou feitch downe the steed that we see.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.60
\N1 And then forth is gone Burlow-beanie,
As fast as he cold hie,
And feitch he did \itha\rt faire steed,
And came againe by and by.
\SBALLADS Child 30.61
\N1 Then bespake him S\iir\r Marramiles,
And these were the words said hee:
`Riding of this steed, brother Bredbeddle,
The mastery belongs to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.62
\N1 Marramiles tooke the steed to his hand,
To ryd him he was full bold;
He cold noe more make him goe
Then a child of three yeere old.
\SBALLADS Child 30.63
\N1 He laid vppon him w\ii\rth heele and hand,
W\ii\rth yard that was soe fell;
`Helpe! brother Bredbeddle,' says Marramile,
`For I thinke he be the devill of hell.
\SBALLADS Child 30.64
\N1 `Helpe! brother Bredbeddle,' says Marramile,
`Helpe! for Christs pittye;
Ffor w\ii\rthout thy help, brother Bredbeddle,
He will neuer be rydden for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.65
\N1 Then bespake him S\iir\r Bredbeddle,
These were the words said he:
`I coniure thee, thou Burlow-beane,
Thou tell me how this steed was riddin in his country.
\SBALLADS Child 30.66
\N1 He saith, 'There is a gold wand
Stands in K\iing\r Cornwalls study windowe;
. . . . . .
. . . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 30.67
\N1 `Let him take that wand in \itha\rt window,
And strike three strokes on that steed;
And then he will spring forth of his hand
As sparke doth out of gleede.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.68
\N1 And then bespake him the Greene Knight,
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* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 30.69
\N1 . . . . . .
. . . . .
. . . . . .
A lowd blast he may blow then.
\SBALLADS Child 30.70
\N1 And then bespake S\iir\r Bredebeddle,
To the f+feend these words said hee:
Says, `I coniure thee, thou Burlow-beanie,
The powder-box thou feitch me.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.71
\N1 Then forth is gone Burlow-beanie,
As fast as he cold hie,
And feich he did the powder-box,
And came againe by and by.
\SBALLADS Child 30.72
\N1 Then S\iir\r Tristeram tooke powder forth of \itha\rt box,
And blent it w\ii\rth warme sweet milke,
And there put it vnto that horne,
And swilled it about in that ilke.
\SBALLADS Child 30.73
\N1 Then he tooke the horne in his hand,
And a lowd blast he blew;
He rent the horne vp to the midst,
All his f+fellowes this the+: knew.
\SBALLADS Child 30.74
\N1 Then bespake him the Greene Knight,
These were the words said he:
Saies, `I coniure thee, thou Burlow-beanie,
\iTha\rt thou feitch me the sword \itha\rt I see.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.75
\N1 Then forth is gone Burlow-beanie,
As fast as he cold hie,
And feitch he did that faire sword,
And came againe by and by.
\SBALLADS Child 30.76
\N1 Then bespake him Sir Bredbeddle,
To the k\iing\r these words said he:
`Take this sword in thy hand, thou noble K\iing\r A\irthur\r,
For the vowes sake \itha\rt thou made Ile giue it th<ee,]
And goe strike off K\iing\r Cornewalls head,
In bed were he doth lye.'
\SBALLADS Child 30.77
\N1 Then forth is gone noble K\iing\r Arthur,
As fast as he cold hye,
And strucken he hath off K\iing\r Cornwalls head,
And came againe by and by.
\SBALLADS Child 30.78
\N1 He put the head vpon a swords point,
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* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 31.1
\N1 KINGE ARTHUR liues in merry Carleile,
And seemely is to see,
And there he hath with him Queene Genev\ier\r,
\iTha\rt bride soe bright of blee.
\SBALLADS Child 31.2
\N1 And there he hath w\ii\rth [him] Queene Genever,
\iTha\rt bride soe bright in bower,
And all his barons about him stoode,
\iTha\rt were both stiffe and stowre.
\SBALLADS Child 31.3
\N1 The k\iin\rg kept a royall Christmasse,
Of mirth and great honor,
And when . . . . . . .
. . . . .
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 31.4
\N1 `And bring me word what thing it is
T\iha\rt a woman [will] most desire;
This shalbe thy ransome, Arthur,' he sayes,
`For Ile haue noe other hier.'
\SBALLADS Child 31.5
\N1 K\iing\r Arthur then held vp his hand,
According thene as was the law;
He tooke his leaue of the baron there,
And homward can he draw.
\SBALLADS Child 31.6
\N1 And when he came to merry Carlile,
To his chamber he is gone,
And ther came to him his cozen S\ii\rr Gawaine,
As he did make his mone.
\SBALLADS Child 31.7
\N1 And there came to him his cozen S\ii\rr Gawaine,
\iTha\rt was a curteous knight;
`Why sigh you soe sore, vnckle Arthur,' he said,
`Or who hath done thee vnright?'
\SBALLADS Child 31.8
\N1 `O peace, O peace, thou gentle Gawaine,
\iTha\rt faire may thee beffall!
For if thou knew my sighing soe deepe,
Thou wold not meruaile att all.
\SBALLADS Child 31.9
\N1 `Ffor when I came to Tearne Wadling,
A bold barron there I fand,
W\ii\rth a great club vpon his backe,
Standing stiffe and strong.
\SBALLADS Child 31.10
\N1 `And he asked me wether I wold f+ight
Or from him I shold begone,
O<r] else I must him a ransome pay,
And soe dep\iar\rt him from.
\SBALLADS Child 31.11
\N1 `To f+ight w\ii\rth him I saw noe cause;
Methought it was not meet;
For he was stiffe and strong w\ii\rth-all,
His strokes were nothing sweete.
\SBALLADS Child 31.12
\N1 `Therefor this is my ransome, Gawaine,
I ought to him to pay;
I must come againe, as I am sworne,
Vpon the New Yeers day;
\SBALLADS Child 31.13
\N1 `And I must bring him word what thing it is
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* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 31.14
\N1 Then king Arthur drest him for to ryde,
In one soe rich array,
Toward the fore-said Tearne Wadling,
\iTha\rt he might keepe his day.
\SBALLADS Child 31.15
\N1 And as he rode over a more,
Hee see a lady where shee sate
Betwixt an oke and a greene hollen;
She was cladd in red scarlett.
\SBALLADS Child 31.16
\N1 Then there as shold haue stood her mouth,
Then there was sett her eye;
The other was in her forhead fast,
The way that she might see.
\SBALLADS Child 31.17
\N1 Her nose was crooked and turnd outward,
Her mouth stood foule a-wry;
A worse formed lady than shee was,
Neuer man saw w\ii\rth his eye.
\SBALLADS Child 31.18
\N1 To halch vpon him, K\iing\r Arthur,
This lady was full faine,
But K\iing\r Arthur had forgott his lesson,
What he shold say againe.
\SBALLADS Child 31.19
\N1 `What knight art thou,' the lady sayd,
`That will not speak to me?
Of me be thou nothing dismayd,
Tho I be vgly to see.
\SBALLADS Child 31.20
\N1 `For I haue halched you curteouslye,
And you will not me againe;
Yett I may happen S\ii\rr Knight,' shee said,
`To ease thee of thy paine.'
\SBALLADS Child 31.21
\N1 `Giue thou ease me, lady,' he said,
`Or helpe me any thing,
Thou shalt have gentle Gawaine, my cozen,
And marry him w\ii\rth a ring.'
\SBALLADS Child 31.22
\N1 `Why, if I help thee not, thou noble K\iing\r Arthur,
Of thy owne hearts desiringe,
Of gentle Gawaine . . . . .
. . . . .
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 31.23
\N1 And when he came to the Tearne Wadling,
The baron there cold he f+inde,
W\ii\rth a great weapon on his backe,
Standing stiffe and stronge.
\SBALLADS Child 31.24
\N1 And then he tooke K\iing\r Arthurs letters in his hands,
And away he cold them f+ling,
And then he puld out a good browne sword,
And cryd himselfe a k\iing\r.
\SBALLADS Child 31.25
\N1 And he sayd, I have thee and thy land, Arthur,
To doe as it pleaseth me,
For this is not thy ransome sure,
Therfore yeeld thee to me.
\SBALLADS Child 31.26
\N1 And then bespoke him noble Arthur,
And bad him hold his hand:
`And giue me leaue to speake my mind
In defence of all my land.'
\SBALLADS Child 31.27
\N1 He said, As I came over a more,
I see a lady where shee sate
Betweene an oke and a green hollen;
Shee was clad in red scarlett.
\SBALLADS Child 31.28
\N1 And she says a woman will haue her will,
And this is all her cheef desire:
Doe me right, as thou art a baron of sckill,
This is thy ransome and all thy hyer.
\SBALLADS Child 31.29
\N1 He sayes, An early vengeance light on her!
She walkes on yonder more;
It was my sister that told thee this,
And she is a misshappen hore.
\SBALLADS Child 31.30
\N1 But heer Ile make mine avow to God
To doe her an euill turne,
For an euer I may thate fowle theefe get,
In a fyer I will her burne.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 31.31
\N1 Sir Lancelott and S\ii\rr Steven bold,
They rode w\ii\rth them that day,
And the formost of the company
There rode the steward Kay.
\SBALLADS Child 31.32
\N1 Soe did S\ii\rr Banier and S\ii\rr Bore,
S\ii\rr Garrett w\ii\rth them soe gay,
Soe did S\ii\rr Tristeram \itha\rt gentle k\inigh\rt,
To the forrest fresh and gay.
\SBALLADS Child 31.33
\N1 And when he came to the greene forrest,
Vnderneath a greene holly tree,
Their sate that lady in red scarlet
\iTha\rt vnseemly was to see.
\SBALLADS Child 31.34
\N1 S\ii\rr Kay beheld this ladys face,
And looked vppon her swire;
`Whosoeuer kisses this lady,' he sayes,
`Of his kisse he stands in feare.'
\SBALLADS Child 31.35
\N1 S\ii\rr Kay beheld the lady againe,
And looked vpon her snout;
`Whosoeuer kisses this lady,' he saies,
`Of his kisse he stands in doubt.'
\SBALLADS Child 31.36
\N1 `Peace, coz\ien\r Kay,' then said S\ii\rr Gawaine,
`Amend thee of thy life;
For there is a knight amongst vs all
\iTha\rt must marry her to his wife.'
\SBALLADS Child 31.37
\N1 `What! wedd her to wiffe!' then said S\ii\rr Kay,
`In the diuells name anon!
Gett me a wiffe where-ere I may,
For I had rather be slaine!'
\SBALLADS Child 31.38
\N1 Then some tooke vp their hawkes in hast,
And some tooke vp their hounds,
And some sware thy wold not marry her
For citty nor for towne.
\SBALLADS Child 31.39
\N1 And then be-spake him noble K\iing\r Arthur,
And sware there by this day,
`For a litle foule sight and misliking
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* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 31.40
\N1 Then shee said, Choose thee, gentle Gawaine,
Truth as I doe say,
Wether thou wilt haue me in this liknesse
In the night or else in the day.
\SBALLADS Child 31.41
\N1 And then bespake him gentle Gawaine,
Was one soe mild of moode,
Sayes, Well I know what I wold say,
God grant it may be good!
\SBALLADS Child 31.42
\N1 To haue thee fowle in the night
When I w\ii\rth thee shold play-+-
Yet I had rather, if I might,
Haue thee fowle in the day.
\SBALLADS Child 31.43
\N1 `What! when lords goe w\ii\rth ther feires,' shee said,
`Both to the ale and wine,
Alas! then I must hyde my selfe,
I must not goe withinne.'
\SBALLADS Child 31.44
\N1 And then bespake him gentle Gawaine,
Said, Lady, that\'s but skill;
And because thou art my owne lady,
Thou shalt haue all thy will.
\SBALLADS Child 31.45
\N1 Then she said, Blesed be thou, gentle Gawain,
This day \itha\rt I thee see,
For as thou seest me att this time,
From hencforth I wilbe.
\SBALLADS Child 31.46
\N1 My father was an old knight,
And yett it chanced soe
That he marryed a younge lady
\iTha\rt brought me to this woe.
\SBALLADS Child 31.47
\N1 Shee witched me, being a faire young lady,
To the greene forrest to dwell,
And there I must walke in womans liknesse,
Most like a feend of hell.
\SBALLADS Child 31.48
\N1 She witched my brother to a carlish b. . .
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* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 31.49
\N1 . . . . . .
. . . . . .
`That looked soe foule, and that was wont
On the wild more to goe.'
\SBALLADS Child 31.50
\N1 `Come kisse her, brother Kay,' then said S\ii\rr Gawaine,
`And amend the+: of thy liffe;
I sweare this is the same lady
\iTha\rt I marryed to my wiffe.'
\SBALLADS Child 31.51
\N1 S\ii\rr Kay kissed that lady bright,
Standing vpon his f+feete;
He swore as he was trew knight,
The spice was neuer soe sweete.
\SBALLADS Child 31.52
\N1 `Well, coz\ien\r Gawaine,' sayes S\ii\rr Kay,
`Thy chance is fallen arright,
For thou hast gotten one of the fairest maids
I euer saw w\ii\rth my sight.'
\SBALLADS Child 31.53
\N1 `It is my fortune,' said S\ii\rr Gawaine;
`For my vnckle Arthurs sake
I am glad as grasse wold be of raine,
Great ioy that I may take.'
\SBALLADS Child 31.54
\N1 S\ii\rr Gawaine tooke the lady by the one arme,
S\ii\rr Kay tooke her by the tother,
They led her straight to K\iing\r Arthur,
As they were brother and brother.
\SBALLADS Child 31.55
\N1 K\iing\r Arthur welcomed them there all,
And soe did Lady Geneuer his queene,
W\ii\rth all the knights of the Round Table,
Most seemly to be seene.
\SBALLADS Child 31.56
\N1 K\iing\r Arthur beheld that lady faire
That was soe faire and bright,
He thanked Christ in Trinity
For S\ii\rr Gawaine that gentle knight.
\SBALLADS Child 31.57
\N1 Soe did the knights, both more and lesse,
Reioyced all that day
For the good chance \itha\rt hapened was
To S\ii\rr Gawaine and his lady gay.
\LBALLADS Child 32.1
\N1 LAT never a man a wooing wend
That lacketh thingis three;
A routh o gold, an open heart,
Ay fu o charity.
\SBALLADS Child 32.2
\N1 As this I speak of King Henry,
For he lay burd-alone;
An he\'s doen him to a jelly hunt\'s ha,
Was seven miles frae a town.
\SBALLADS Child 32.3
\N1 He chas\'d the deer now him before,
An the roe down by the den,
Till the fattest buch in a\' the f+lock
King Henry he has slain.
\SBALLADS Child 32.4
\N1 O he has doen him to his ha,
To make him beerly cheer;
An in it came a griesly ghost,
Steed stappin i the f+leer.
\SBALLADS Child 32.5
\N1 Her head hat the reef-tree o the house,
Her middle ye mot wel span;
He\'s thrown to her his gay mantle,
Says, `Lady, hap your lingcan.'
\SBALLADS Child 32.6
\N1 Her teeth was a\' like teather stakes,
Her nose like club or mell;
An I ken naething she \'peard to be,
But the f+iend that wons in hell.
\SBALLADS Child 32.7
\N1 `Some meat, some meat, ye King Henry,
Some meat ye gie to me!'
`An what meat\'s in this house, lady,
An what ha I to gie?'
`O ye do kill your berry-brown steed,
An you bring him here to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 32.8
\N1 O whan he slew his berry-brown steed,
Wow but his heart was sair!
Shee eat him [a\'] up, skin an bane,
Left naething but hide an hair.
\SBALLADS Child 32.9
\N1 `Mair meat, mair meat, ye King Henry,
Mair meat ye gi to me!'
`An what meat\'s in this house, lady,
An what ha I to gi?'
`O ye do kill your good gray-hounds,
An ye bring them a\' to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 32.10
\N1 O whan he slew his good gray-hounds,
Wow but his heart was sair!
She eat them a\' up, skin an bane,
Left naething but hide an hair.
\SBALLADS Child 32.11
\N1 `Mair meat, mair meat, ye King Henry,
Mair meat ye gi to me!'
`An what meat\'s i this house, lady,
An what ha I to gi?'
`O ye do kill your gay gos-hawks,
An ye bring them here to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 32.12
\N1 O whan he slew his gay gos-hawks,
Wow but his heart was sair!
She eat them a\' up, skin an bane,
Left naething but feathers bare.
\SBALLADS Child 32.13
\N1 `Some drink, some drink, now, King Henry,
Some drink ye bring to me!'
`O what drink\'s i this house, lady,
That you\'re nae welcome ti?'
`O ye sew up your horse\'s hide,
An bring in a drink to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 32.14
\N1 And he\'s sewd up the bloody hide,
A puncheon o wine put in;
She drank it a\' up at a waught,
Left na ae drap ahin.
\SBALLADS Child 32.15
\N1 `A bed, a bed, now, King Henry,
A bed you mak to me!
For ye maun pu the heather green,
An mak a bed to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 32.16
\N1 O pu\'d has he the heather green,
An made to her a bed,
An up has he taen his gay mantle,
An oer it has he spread.
\SBALLADS Child 32.17
\N1 `Tak aff your claiths, now, King Henry,
An lye down by my side!'
`O God forbid,' says King Henry,
`That ever the like betide;
That ever the f+iend that wons in hell
Shoud streak down by my side.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 32.18
\N1 Whan night was gane, and day was come,
An the sun shone throw the ha,
The fairest lady that ever was seen
Lay atween him an the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 32.19
\N1 `O well is me!' says King Henry,
`How lang\'ll this last wi me?'
Then out it spake that fair lady,
`Even till the day you dee.
\SBALLADS Child 32.20
\N1 `For I\'ve met wi mony a gentle knight
That\'s gien me sic a f+ill,
But never before wi a courteous knight
That ga me a\' my will.'
\LBALLADS Child 33A.1
\N1 KEMPY KAYE\'s a wooing gane,
Far, far ayont the sea,
And he has met with an auld, auld man,
His gudefaythir to be.
\SBALLADS Child 33A.2
\N1 `It\'s I\'m coming to court your daughter dear,
And some part of your gear:'
`And by my sooth,' quoth Bengoleer,
`She\'ll sare a man a wear.
\SBALLADS Child 33A.3
\N1 `My dochter she\'s a thrifty lass,
She span seven year to me,
And if it were weel counted up,
Full three heire it would be.
\SBALLADS Child 33A.4
\N1 `What\'s the matter wi you, my fair creature,
You look so pale and wan?
I\'m sure you was once the fairest creature
That ever the sun shined on.
\SBALLADS Child 33A.5
\N1 `Gae scrape yoursel, and gae scart yoursel,
And mak your brucket face clean,
For the wooers are to be here to nighte,
And your body\'s to be seen.'
\SBALLADS Child 33A.6
\N1 Sae they scrapit her, and they scartit her,
Like the face of an aussy pan;
Syne in cam Kempy Kay himself,
A clever and tall young man.
\SBALLADS Child 33A.7
\N1 His teeth they were like tether-sticks,
His nose was three f+it lang,
Between his shouthers was ells three,
And tween his eyne a span.
\SBALLADS Child 33A.8
\N1 He led his dochter by the hand,
His dochter ben brought he:
`O is she not the fairest lass
That\'s in great Christendye?'
\SBALLADS Child 33A.9
\N1 Ilka hair intil her head
Was like a heather-cowe,
And ilka louse anunder it
Was like a bruckit ewe.
\SBALLADS Child 33A.10
\N1 She had tauchy teeth and kaily lips,
And wide lugs, fou o hair;
Her pouches fou o peasemeal-daighe
A\' hinging down her spare.
\SBALLADS Child 33A.11
\N1 Ilka eye intil her head
Was like a rotten plumbe,
And down browed was the queyne,
And sairly did she gloom.
\SBALLADS Child 33A.12
\N1 Ilka nail upon her hand
Was like an iron rake,
And ilka tooth intil her head
Was like a tether-stake.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 33A.13
\N1 She gied to him a gravat,
O the auld horse\'s sheet,
And he gied her a gay gold ring,
O the auld couple-root.
\LBALLADS Child 33B.1
\N1 KEMPY KAYE is a wooing gane,
Far ayont the sea,
And there he met wi auld Goling,
His gudefather to be, be,
His gudefather to be.
\SBALLADS Child 33B.2
\N1 `Whar are ye gaun, O Kempy Kaye,
Whar are ye gaun sae sune?'
`O I am gaun to court a wife,
And think na ye that\'s a weel dune?'
\SBALLADS Child 33B.3
\N1 `An ye be gaun to court a wife,
As ye do tell to me,
\'Tis ye sall hae my Fusome Fug,
Your ae wife for to be.'
\SBALLADS Child 33B.4
\N1 Whan auld Goling cam to the house,
He lookit thro a hole,
And there he saw the dirty drab
Just whisking oure the coal.
\SBALLADS Child 33B.5
\N1 `Rise up, rise up my Fusome Fug,
And mak your foul face clean,
For the brawest wooer that ere ye saw
Is come develling doun the green.'
\SBALLADS Child 33B.6
\N1 Up then rose the Fusome Fug,
To mak her foul face clean;
And aye she cursed her mither
She had na water in.
\SBALLADS Child 33B.7
\N1 She rampit out, and she rampit in,
She rampit but and ben;
The tittles and tattles that hang frae her tail
Wad muck an acre o land.
\SBALLADS Child 33B.8
\N1 She had a neis upon her face
Was like an auld pat-f+it;
Atween her neis bot an her mou
Was inch thick deep wi dirt.
\SBALLADS Child 33B.9
\N1 She had twa een intil her head
War like twa-rotten plums;
The heavy brows hung doun her face,
And O I vow she glooms!
\SBALLADS Child 33B.10
\N1 He gied to her a braw silk napkin,
Was made o\' an auld horse-brat:
`I ne\'er wore a silk napkin a\' my life,
But weel I wat Ise wear that.'
\SBALLADS Child 33B.11
\N1 He gied to her a braw gowd ring,
Was made frae an auld brass pan:
`I neer wore a gowd ring in a\' my life,
But now I wat Ise wear ane.'
\SBALLADS Child 33B.12
\N1 Whan thir twa lovers had met thegither,
O kissing to get their f+ill,
The slaver that hang atween their twa gabs
Wad hae tetherd a ten year auld bill.
\LBALLADS Child 33C.1
\N1 KEMPY KAYE\'s a wooing gane,
And far beyond the sea, a wee
And there he met wi Drearylane,
His gay gudefather to be. a wee
\SBALLADS Child 33C.2
\N1 `Gude een, gude een,' quo Drearylane,
`Gude een, gude een,' quo he, a wee
`I\'ve come your dochter\'s love to win,
I kenna how it will do.' a wee
\SBALLADS Child 33C.3
\N1 `My dochter she\'s a thrifty lass,
She\'s spun this gay seven year,
And if it come to gude guiding,
It will be half a heer.'
\SBALLADS Child 33C.4
\N1 `Rise up, rise up, ye dirty slut,
And wash your foul face clean;
The wooers will be here the night
That suld been here yestreen.'
\SBALLADS Child 33C.5
\N1 They took him ben to the f+ire en,
And set him on a chair;
He looked on the lass that he loved best,
And thought she was wondrous fair.
\SBALLADS Child 33C.6
\N1 The een that was in our bride\'s head
Was like twa rotten plooms;
She was a chaunler-chaftit quean,
And O but she did gloom!
\SBALLADS Child 33C.7
\N1 The skin that was on our bride\'s breast
Was like a saffron bag,
And aye her hand was at her neek,
And riving up the scabs.
\SBALLADS Child 33C.8
\N1 The hair that was on our bride\'s head
Was like a heather-cow,
And every louse that lookit out
Was like a brockit ewe.
\SBALLADS Child 33C.9
\N1 Betwixd Kempy\'s shouthers was three ells,
His nose was nine feet lang,
His teeth they were like tether sticks,
Between his eyne a span.
\SBALLADS Child 33C.10
\N1 So aye they kissed, and aye they clapped,
I wat they kissed weel;
The slaver that hang between their mouths
Wad hae tethered a twa year auld bill.
\LBALLADS Child 33D.1
* * * * *
\N1 The father came unto the door,
And keeked thro the key-hole, a wee
And there he saw his dochter Jean,
Sitting on a coal. a wee
\SBALLADS Child 33D.2
\N1 They scartit her, and scrapit her,
Wi the hand o a rusty pan, a wee
Her father he did all his best
For to get her a man. a wee
\SBALLADS Child 33D.3
\N1 She is to the stoups gane,
There is nae water in;
She\'s cursed the hands and ban\'d the feet
That did na bring it in.
\SBALLADS Child 33D.4
\N1 Out then spak her auld mither,
In her bed whare she lay:
`If there is nae water in the house,
Gae harl her thro the lin.'
\SBALLADS Child 33D.5
\N1 O she is to the taipy tapples gane,
That stood for seven year,
And there she washed her foul face clean,
And dried it wi a huggar.
\SBALLADS Child 33D.6
\N1 He\'s gien her a gay gold ring,
Just like a cable-rope,
And she\'s gien him a gay gravat,
Made out o the tail o a sark.
\LBALLADS Child 33E.1
\N1 `GUD een, gud een,' says Chickmakin,
`Ye\'re welcome here,' says Drowsy Lane;
`I\'m comd to court your daughter Jean,
And marry her wi yer will, a wee.'
\SBALLADS Child 33E.2
\N1 `My daughter Jean\'s a thrifty lass,
She\'s spun these seven lang years to me,
And gin she spin another seven,
She\'ll munt a half an heir, a wee.'
\SBALLADS Child 33E.3
\N1 Drowsy Lane, it\'s he\'s gane hame,
And keekit through the hole, a wee
And there he saw his daughter Jean
A reeking oer the coal. a wee
\SBALLADS Child 33E.4
\N1 `Get up, get up, ye dirty bitch,
And wash yer foul face clean,
For they are to be here the night
That should hae been here yestreen.'
\SBALLADS Child 33E.5
\N1 Up she rose, pat on her clothes,
She\'s washen her foul face clean;
She cursed the hands, she ban\'d the feet,
That wadna bring the water in.
\SBALLADS Child 33E.6
\N1 She rubbit hersel, she scrubbit hersel,
Wi the side of a rustit pan, a wee,
And in a little came Chickmakin,
A braw young lad indeed was he.
\SBALLADS Child 33E.7
\N1 His teeth they were like tether-steeks,
His nose was f+ive feet lang;
Between his shoulders was nine yards broad,
And between his een a span.
\SBALLADS Child 33E.8
\N1 Ilka hair into his head
Was like a heather-cowe,
And ilka louse that lookit out
Was like a brookit ewe.
\SBALLADS Child 33E.9
\N1 Thae twa kissd and thae twa clapt,
And thae twa kissd their f+ill,
And aye the slaver between them hang
Wad tetherd a ten-pund bull.
\SBALLADS Child 33E.10
\N1 They twa kissd and they twa clapt,
And they gaed to their bed, a wee,
And at their head a knocking stane
And at their feet a mell, a wee.
\SBALLADS Child 33E.11
\N1 The auld wife she lay in her bed:
`And gin ye\'ll do my bidding a wee,
And gin ye\'ll do my bidding,' quoth she,
`Yees whirl her oer the lea, a wee.'
\LBALLADS Child 33F.1
\N1 AS I cam oer yon misty muir,
And oer yon grass-green hill,
There I saw a campy carle
Going to the mill.
\SBALLADS Child 33F.1r
\N1 And bar aye yer bower door weel weel,
And bar ay yer bower door weel.
\SBALLADS Child 33F.2
\N1 I lookit in at her window,
And in at her hove hole,
And there I saw a fousome fag,
Cowering oer a coal.
\SBALLADS Child 33F.3
\N1 `Get up, get up, ye fousome fag,
And make yer face fou clean;
For the wooers will be here the night,
And your body will be seen.'
\SBALLADS Child 33F.4
\N1 He gave her a gay cravat,
\'Twas of an auld horse-sheet;
He gave her a gay goud ring,
\'Twas of an auld tree root.
\SBALLADS Child 33F.5
\N1 He laid his arms about her neck,
They were like kipple-roots;
And aye he kissd her wi his lips,
They were like meller\'s hoops.
\SBALLADS Child 33F.6
\N1 When they were laid in marriage bed,
And covered oer wi fail,
The knocking mell below their heads
Did serve them wondrous weel.
\SBALLADS Child 33F.7
\N1 Ilka pap into her breasts
Was like a saffron bag,
And aye his hand at her a . . e
Was tearing up the scabs.
\SBALLADS Child 33F.8
\N1 Ilka hair into her head
Was like a heather-cow,
And ilka louse that lookit out
Was like a brookit ewe.
\LBALLADS Child 33G.1
\N1 KING KNAPPERTY he\'s a hunting gane,
Oer hills and mountains high, high, high,
A gude pike-staff intill his hand,
And dulgets anew forbye,I, I, I,
And dulgets anew forbye.
\SBALLADS Child 33G.2
\N1 Then he met in wi an auld woman,
Was feeding her f+locks near by, I, I, I:
`I\'m come a wooing to your daughter,
And a very gude bargain am I, I, I.'
\SBALLADS Child 33G.3
\N1 And she\'s awa to her wee hole house,
Lookd in a wee chip hole,
And there she saw her f+ilthy wee f+lag,
Was sitting athort the coal.
\SBALLADS Child 33G.4
\N1 `Get up, get up, ye f+ilthy foul f+lag,
And make your foul face clean;
There are wooers coming to the town,
And your foul face mauna be seen.'
\SBALLADS Child 33G.5
\N1 Then up she raise, an awa she gaes,
And in at the back o the door,
And there a pig o water she saw,
\'Twas seven years auld an mair.
\SBALLADS Child 33G.6
\N1 Aye she rubbed, an aye she scrubbed,
To make her foul face clean,
And aye she bannd the auld wife, her mither,
For nae bringing clean water in.
\SBALLADS Child 33G.7
\N1 King Knapperty he came in at the door,
Stood even up in the f+loor;
Altho that she had neer seen him before,
She kent him to be her dear.
\SBALLADS Child 33G.8
\N1 He has taen her in his arms twa,
And kissd her, cheek and chin:
`I neer was kissd afore in my life,
But this night got mony ane.'
\SBALLADS Child 33G.9
\N1 He has put his hand in his pocket,
And he\'s taen out a ring:
Says, `Take ye that, my dearest dear,
It is made o the brazen pan.'
\SBALLADS Child 33G.10
\N1 She thankd him ance, she thankd him twice,
She thankd him oer again:
`I neer got a ring before in my life,
But this night hae gotten ane.'
\SBALLADS Child 33G.11
\N1 These lovers bed it was well made,
And at their hearts\' desire;
These lovers bed it was well made,
At the side o the kitchen f+ire.
\SBALLADS Child 33G.12
\N1 The bolster that these lovers had
Was the mattock an the mell,
And the covring that these lovers had
Was the clouted cloak an pale.
\SBALLADS Child 33G.13
\N1 The draps that fell frae her twa een
Woud have gard a froth-mill gang,
An [the] clunkerts that hung at their heels
Woud hae muckd an acre o land.
\SBALLADS Child 33G.14
\N1 An ilka hair that was in their head
Was like a heather-cow,
And ilka tenant that it containd
Was like a linsteed-bow.
\LBALLADS Child 34A.1
\N1 HER mother died when she was young,
Which gave her cause to make great moan;
Her father married the warst woman
That ever lived in Christendom.
\SBALLADS Child 34A.2
\N1 She served her with foot and hand,
In every thing that she could dee,
Till once, in an unlucky time,
She threw her in ower Craigy\'s sea.
\SBALLADS Child 34A.3
\N1 Says, `Lie you there, dove Isabel,
And all my sorrows lie with thee;
Till Kemp Owyne come ower the sea,
And borrow you with kisses three,
Let all the warld do what they will,
Oh borrowed shall you never be!'
\SBALLADS Child 34A.4
\N1 Her breath grew strang, her hair grew lang,
And twisted thrice about the tree,
And all the people, far and near,
Thought that a savage beast was she.
\SBALLADS Child 34A.5
\N1 These news did come to Kemp Owyne,
Where he lived, far beyond the sea;
He hasted him to Craigy\'s sea,
And on the savage beast lookd he.
\SBALLADS Child 34A.6
\N1 Her breath was strang, her hair was lang,
And twisted was about the tree,
And with a swing she came about:
`Come to Craigy\'s sea, and kiss with me.
\SBALLADS Child 34A.7
\N1 `Here is a royal belt,' she cried,
`That I have found in the green sea;
And while your body it is on,
Drawn shall your blood never be;
But if you touch me, tail or f+in,
I vow my belt your death shall be.'
\SBALLADS Child 34A.8
\N1 He stepped in, gave her a kiss,
The royal belt he brought him wi;
Her breath was strang, her hair was lang,
And twisted twice about the tree,
And with a swing she came about:
`Come to Craigy\'s sea, and kiss with me.
\SBALLADS Child 34A.9
\N1 `Here is a royal ring,' she said,
`That I have found in the green sea;
And while your f+inger it is on,
Drawn shall your blood never be;
But if you touch me, tail or f+in,
I swear my ring your death shall be.'
\SBALLADS Child 34A.10
\N1 He stepped in, gave her a kiss,
The royal ring he brought him wi;
Her breath was strang, her hair was lang,
And twisted ance about the tree,
And with a swing she came about:
`Come to Craigy\'s sea, and kiss with me.
\SBALLADS Child 34A.11
\N1 `Here is a royal brand,' she said,
`That I have found in the green sea;
And while your body it is on,
Drawn shall your blood never be;
But if you touch me, tail or f+in,
I swear my brand your death shall be.'
\SBALLADS Child 34A.12
\N1 He stepped in, gave her a kiss,
The royal brand he brought him wi;
Her breath was sweet, her hair grew short,
And twisted nane about the tree,
And smilingly she came about,
As fair a woman as fair could be.
\LBALLADS Child 34B.1
\N1 COME here, come here, you freely feed,
An lay your head low on my knee;
The hardest weird I will you read
That eer war read to a lady.
\SBALLADS Child 34B.2
\N1 `O meikle dollour sall you dree,
An ay the sat seas oer ye<\'s] swim;
An far mair dollour sall ye dree
On Eastmuir craigs, or ye them clim.
\SBALLADS Child 34B.3
\N1 `I wot ye\'s be a weary wight,
An releived sall ye never be
Till Kempion, the kingis son,
Come to the craig and thrice kiss thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 34B.4
\N1 O meickle dollour did she dree,
An ay the sat seas oer she swam;
An far mair dollour did she dree
On Eastmuir craigs, or them she clam;
An ay she cried for Kempion,
Gin he would come till her han.
\SBALLADS Child 34B.5
\N1 Now word has gane to Kempion
That sich a beast was in his lan,
An ay be sure she would gae mad
Gin she gat nae help frae his han.
\SBALLADS Child 34B.6
\N1 `Now by my sooth,' says Kempion,
`This f+iery beast I<\'ll] gang to see;'
`An by my sooth,' says Segramour,
`My ae brother, I\'ll gang you wi.'
\SBALLADS Child 34B.7
\N1 O biggit ha they a bonny boat,
An they hae set her to the sea,
An Kempion an Segramour
The f+iery beast he gane to see:
A mile afore they reachd the shore,
I wot she gard the red f+ire f+lee.
\SBALLADS Child 34B.8
\N1 `O Segramour, keep my boat af+loat,
An lat her no the lan so near;
For the wicked beast she\'ll sure gae mad,
An set f+ire to the land an mair.'
\SBALLADS Child 34B.9
\N1 `O out o my stye I winna rise-+-
An it is na for the fear o thee-+-
Till Kempion, the kingis son,
Come to the craig an thrice kiss me.'
\SBALLADS Child 34B.10
\N1 He\'s louted him oer the Eastmuir craig,
An he has gien her kisses ane;
Awa she gid, an again she came,
The f+ieryest beast that ever was seen.
\SBALLADS Child 34B.11
\N1 `O out o my stye I winna rise-+-
An it is na for fear o thee-+-
Till Kempion, the kingis son,
Come to the craig an thrice kiss me.'
\SBALLADS Child 34B.12
\N1 He louted him oer the Eastmuir craig,
An he has gien her kisses twa;
Awa she gid, an again she came,
The f+ieryest beast that ever you saw.
\SBALLADS Child 34B.13
\N1 `O out o my stye I winna rise-+-
An it is na for fear o ye-+-
Till Kempion, the kingis son,
Come to the craig an thrice kiss me.'
\SBALLADS Child 34B.14
\N1 He\'s louted him oer the Eastmuir craig,
An he has gien her kisses three;
Awa she gid, an again she came,
The fairest lady that ever coud be.
\SBALLADS Child 34B.15
\N1 `An by my sooth,' say<s] Kempion,
`My ain true love-+-for this is she-+-
O was it wolf into the wood,
Or was it f+ish intill the sea,
Or was it man, or wile woman,
My true love, that misshapit thee?'
\SBALLADS Child 34B.16
\N1 `It was na wolf into the wood,
Nor was it f+ish into the sea,
But it was my stepmother,
An wae an weary mot she be.
\SBALLADS Child 34B.17
\N1 `O a heavier weird light her upon
Than ever fell on wile woman;
Her hair\'s grow rough, an her teeth\'s grow lang,
An on her four feet sal she gang.
\SBALLADS Child 34B.18
\N1 `Nane sall tack pitty her upon,
But in Wormie\'s Wood she sall ay won,
An relieved sall she never be,
Till St Mungo come oer the sea.'
\LBALLADS Child 35.1
\N1 O ALLISON GROSS, that lives in yon towr,
The ugliest witch i the north country,
Has trysted me ae day up till her bowr,
An monny fair speech she made to me.
\SBALLADS Child 35.2
\N1 She stroaked my head, an she kembed my hair,
An she set me down saftly on her knee;
Says, Gin ye will be my lemman so true,
Sae monny braw things as I woud you gi.
\SBALLADS Child 35.3
\N1 She showd me a mantle o red scarlet,
Wi gouden f+lowrs an fringes f+ine;
Says, Gin ye will be my lemman so true,
This goodly gift it sal be thine.
\SBALLADS Child 35.4
\N1 `Awa, awa, ye ugly witch,
Haud far awa, an lat me be;
I never will be your lemman sae true,
An I wish I were out o your company.'
\SBALLADS Child 35.5
\N1 She neist brought a sark o the saftest silk,
Well wrought wi pearles about the ban;
Says, Gin you will be my ain true love,
This goodly gift you sal comman.
\SBALLADS Child 35.6
\N1 She showd me a cup of the good red gold,
Well set wi jewls sae fair to see;
Says, Gin you will be my lemman sae true,
This goodly gift I will you gi.
\SBALLADS Child 35.7
\N1 `Awa, awa, ye ugly witch,
Had far awa, and lat me be;
For I woudna ance kiss your ugly mouth
For a\' the gifts that ye coud gi.'
\SBALLADS Child 35.8
\N1 She\'s turnd her right and roun about,
An thrice she blaw on a grass-green horn,
An she sware by the meen and the stars abeen,
That she\'d gar me rue the day I was born.
\SBALLADS Child 35.9
\N1 Then out has she taen a silver wand,
An she\'s turnd her three times roun an roun;
She\'s mutterd sich words till my strength it faild,
An I fell down senceless upon the groun.
\SBALLADS Child 35.10
\N1 She\'s turnd me into an ugly worm,
And gard me toddle about the tree;
An ay, on ilka Saturdays night,
My sister Maisry came to me,
\SBALLADS Child 35.11
\N1 Wi silver bason an silver kemb,
To kemb my heady upon her knee;
But or I had kissd her ugly mouth,
I\'d rather a toddled about the tree.
\SBALLADS Child 35.12
\N1 But as it fell out on last Hallow-even,
When the seely court was ridin by,
The queen lighted down on a gowany bank,
Nae far frae the tree where I wont to lye.
\SBALLADS Child 35.13
\N1 She took me up in her milk-white han,
An she\'s stroakd me three times oer her knee;
She chang\'d me again to my ain proper shape,
An I nae mair maun toddle about the tree.
\LBALLADS Child 36.1
\N1 `I WAS but seven year auld
When my mither she did die;
My father married the ae warst woman
The warld did ever see.
\SBALLADS Child 36.2
\N1 `For she has made me the laily worm,
That lies at the f+it o the tree,
An my sister Masery she\'s made
The machrel of the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 36.3
\N1 `An every Saturday at noon
The machrel comes to me,
An she takes my laily head
An lays it on her knee,
She kaims it wi a siller kaim,
An washes\'t in the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 36.4
\N1 `Seven knights hae I slain,
Sin I lay at the f+it of the tree,
An ye war na my ain father,
The eight ane ye should be.'
\SBALLADS Child 36.5
\N1 `Sing on your song, ye laily worm,
That ye did sing to me:'
`I never sung that song but what
I would it sing to thee.
\SBALLADS Child 36.6
\N1 `I was but seven year auld,
When my mither she did die;
My father married the ae warst woman
The warld did ever see.
\SBALLADS Child 36.7
\N1 `For she changed me to the laily worm,
That lies at the f+it o the tree,
And my sister Masery
To the machrel of the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 36.8
\N1 `And every Saturday at noon
The machrel comes to me,
An she takes my laily head
An lays it on her knee,
An kames it wi a siller kame,
An washes it i the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 36.9
\N1 `Seven knights hae I slain,
Sin I lay at the f+it o the tree,
An ye war na my ain father,
The eighth ane ye shoud be.'
\SBALLADS Child 36.10
\N1 He sent for his lady,
As fast as send could he:
`Whar is my son that ye sent frae me,
And my daughter, Lady Masery?'
\SBALLADS Child 36.11
\N1 `Your son is at our king\'s court,
Serving for meat an fee,
An your daughter\'s at our queen\'s court,
. . . . . '
\SBALLADS Child 36.12
\N1 `Ye lie, ye ill woman,
Sae loud as I hear ye lie;
My son\'s the laily worm,
That lies at the f+it o the tree,
And my daughter, Lady Masery,
Is the machrel of the sea!'
\SBALLADS Child 36.13
\N1 She has tane a siller wan,
An gien him strokes three,
And he has started up the bravest knight
That ever your eyes did see.
\SBALLADS Child 36.14
\N1 She has taen a small horn,
An loud an shrill blew she,
An a\' the f+ish came her untill
But the proud machrel of the sea:
`Ye shapeit me ance an unseemly shape,
An ye\'s never mare shape me.'
\SBALLADS Child 36.15
\N1 He has sent to the wood
For whins and for hawthorn,
An he has taen that gay lady,
An there he did her burn.
\LBALLADS Child 37A.1
\N1 TRUE THOMAS lay oer yond grassy bank,
And he beheld a ladie gay,
A ladie that was brisk and bold,
Come riding oer the fernie brae.
\SBALLADS Child 37A.2
\N1 Her skirt was of the grass-green silk,
Her mantel of the velvet f+ine,
At ilka tett of her horse\'s mane
Hung f+ifty silver bells and nine.
\SBALLADS Child 37A.3
\N1 True Thomas he took off his hat,
And bowed him low down till his knee:
`All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven!
For your peer on earth I never did see.'
\SBALLADS Child 37A.4
\N1 `O no, O no, True Thomas,' she says,
`That name does not belong to me;
I am but the queen of fair Elf+land,
And I\'m come here for to visit thee.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 37A.5
\N1 `But ye maun go wi me now, Thomas,
True Thomas, ye maun go wi me,
For ye maun serve me seven years,
Thro weel or wae as may chance to be.'
\SBALLADS Child 37A.6
\N1 She turned about her milk-white steed,
And took True Thomas up behind,
And aye wheneer her bridle rang,
The steed f+lew swifter than the wind.
\SBALLADS Child 37A.7
\N1 For forty days and forty nights
He wade thro red blude to the knee,
And he saw neither sun nor moon,
But heard the roaring of the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 37A.8
\N1 O they rade on, and further on,
Until they came to a garden green:
`Light down, light down, ye ladie free,
Some of that fruit let me pull to thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 37A.9
\N1 `O no, O no, True Thomas,' she says,
`That fruit maun not be touched by thee,
For a\' the plagues that are in hell
Light on the fruit of this countrie.
\SBALLADS Child 37A.10
\N1 `But I have a loaf here in my lap,
Likewise a bottle of claret wine,
And now ere we go farther on,
We\'ll rest a while, and ye may dine.'
\SBALLADS Child 37A.11
\N1 When he had eaten and drunk his f+ill,
`Lay down your head upon my knee,'
The lady sayd, e+:re we climb yon hill,
And I will show you fairlies three.
\SBALLADS Child 37A.12
\N1 `O see not ye yon narrow road,
So thick beset wi thorns and briers?
That is the path of righteousness,
Tho after it but few enquires.
\SBALLADS Child 37A.13
\N1 `And see not ye that braid braid road,
That lies across yon lillie leven?
That is the path of wickedness,
Tho some call it the road to heaven.
\SBALLADS Child 37A.14
\N1 `And see not ye that bonny road,
Which winds about the fernie brae?
That is the road to fair Elf+land,
Whe<re] you and I this night maun gae.
\SBALLADS Child 37A.15
\N1 `But Thomas, ye maun hold your tongue,
Whatever you may hear or see,
For gin ae word you should chance to speak,
You will neer get back to your ain countrie.'
\SBALLADS Child 37A.16
\N1 He has gotten a coat of the even cloth,
And a pair of shoes of velvet green,
And till seven years were past and gone
True Thomas on earth was never seen.
\LBALLADS Child 37B.1
\N1 As Thomas lay on Huntlie banks-+-
A wat a weel bred man was he-+-
And there he spied a lady fair,
Coming riding down by the Eildon tree.
\SBALLADS Child 37B.2
\N1 The horse she rode on was dapple gray,
And in her hand she held bells nine;
I thought I heard this fair lady say
These fair siller bells they should a\' be mine.
\SBALLADS Child 37B.3
\N1 It\'s Thomas even forward went,
And lootit low down on his knee:
`Weel met thee save, my lady fair,
For thou\'rt the f+lower o this countrie.'
\SBALLADS Child 37B.4
\N1 `O no, O no, Thomas,' she says,
`O no, O no, that can never be,
For I\'m but a lady of an unco land,
Comd out a hunting, as ye may see.
\SBALLADS Child 37B.5
\N1 `O harp and carp, Thomas,' she says,
`O harp and carp, and go wi me;
It\'s be seven years, Thomas, and a day,
Or you see man or woman in your ain countrie.'
\SBALLADS Child 37B.6
\N1 It\'s she has rode, and Thomas ran,
Until they cam to yon water clear;
He\'s coosten off his hose and shon,
And he\'s wooden the water up to the knee.
\SBALLADS Child 37B.7
\N1 It\'s she has rode, and Thomas ran,
Until they cam to yon garden green;
He\'s put up his hand for to pull down ane,
For the lack o food he was like to tyne.
\SBALLADS Child 37B.8
\N1 `Hold your hand, Thomas,' she says,
`Hold your hand, that must not be;
It was a\' that cursed fruit o thine
Beggared man and woman in your countrie.
\SBALLADS Child 37B.9
\N1 `But I have a loaf and a soup o wine,
And ye shall go and dine wi me;
And lay yer head down in my lap,
And I will tell ye farlies three.
\SBALLADS Child 37B.10
\N1 `It\'s dont ye see yon broad broad way,
That leadeth down by yon skerry fell?
It\'s ill\'s the man that dothe thereon gang,
For it leadeth him straight to the gates o hell.
\SBALLADS Child 37B.11
\N1 `It\'s dont ye see yon narrow way,
That leadeth down by yon lillie lea?
It\'s weel\'s the man that doth therein gang,
For it leads him straight to the heaven hie.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 37B.12
\N1 It\'s when she cam into the hall-+-
I wat a weel bred man was he-+-
They\'ve asked him question<s], one and all,
But he answered none but that fair ladie.
\SBALLADS Child 37B.13
\N1 O they speerd at her where she did him get,
And she told them at the Eildon tree;
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\LBALLADS Child 37C.1
\N1 TRUE Thomas lay on Huntlie bank,
A ferlie he spied wi\' his ee,
And there he saw a lady bright,
Come riding down by the Eildon Tree.
\SBALLADS Child 37C.2
\N1 Her shirt was o the grass-green silk,
Her mantle o the velvet fyne,
At ilka tett of her horse\'s mane
Hang f+ifty siller bells and nine.
\SBALLADS Child 37C.3
\N1 True Thomas, he pulld aff his cap,
And louted low down to his knee:
`All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven!
For thy peer on earth I never did see.'
\SBALLADS Child 37C.4
\N1 `O no, O no, Thomas,' she said,
`That name does not belang to me;
I am but the queen of fair Elf+land,
That am hither come to visit thee.
\SBALLADS Child 37C.5
\N1 `Harp and carp, Thomas,' she said,
`Harp and carp along wi me,
And if ye dare to kiss my lips,
Sure of your bodie I will be.'
\SBALLADS Child 37C.6
\N1 `Betide me weal, betide me woe,
That weird shall never daunton me;'
Syne he has kissed her rosy lips,
All underneath the Eildon Tree.
\SBALLADS Child 37C.7
\N1 `Now, ye maun go wi me,' she said,
`True Thomas, ye maun go wi me,
And ye maun serve me seven years,
Thro weal or woe, as may chance to be.'
\SBALLADS Child 37C.8
\N1 She mounted on her milk-white steed,
She\'s taen True Thomas up behind,
And aye wheneer her bridle rung,
The steed f+lew swifter than the wind.
\SBALLADS Child 37C.9
\N1 O they rade on, and farther on-+-
The steed gaed swifter than the wind-+-
Untill they reached a desart wide,
And living land was left behind.
\SBALLADS Child 37C.10
\N1 `Light down, light down, now, True Thomas,
And lean your head upon my knee;
Abide and rest a little space,
And I will shew you ferlies three.
\SBALLADS Child 37C.11
\N1 `O see ye not yon narrow road,
So thick beset with thorns and briers?
That is the path of righteousness,
Tho after it but few enquires.
\SBALLADS Child 37C.12
\N1 `And see not ye that braid braid road,
That lies across that lily leven?
That is the path of wickedness,
Tho some call it the road to heaven.
\SBALLADS Child 37C.13
\N1 `And see not ye that bonny road,
That winds about the fernie brae?
That is the road to fair Elf+land,
Where thou and I this night maun gae.
\SBALLADS Child 37C.14
\N1 `But, Thomas, ye maun hold your tongue,
Whatever ye may hear or see,
For, if you speak word in Elf+lyn land,
Ye\'ll neer get back to your ain countrie.'
\SBALLADS Child 37C.15
\N1 O they rade on, and farther on,
And they waded thro rivers aboon the knee,
And they saw neither sun nor moon,
But they heard the roaring of the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 37C.16
\N1 It was mirk mirk night, and there was nae stern light,
And they waded thro red blude to the knee;
For a\' the blude that\'s shed on earth
Rins thro the springs o that countrie.
\SBALLADS Child 37C.17
\N1 Syne they came on to a garden green,
And she pu\'d an apple frae a tree:
`Take this for thy wages, True Thomas,
It will give the tongue that can never lie.'
\SBALLADS Child 37C.18
\N1 `My tongue is mine ain,' True Thomas said;
`A gudely gift ye wad gie to me!
I neither dought to buy nor sell,
At fair or tryst where I may be.
\SBALLADS Child 37C.19
\N1 `I dought neither speak to prince or peer,
Nor ask of grace from fair ladye:'
`Now hold thy peace,' the lady said,
`For as I say, so must it be.'
\SBALLADS Child 37C.20
\N1 He has gotten a coat of the even cloth,
And a pair of shoes of velvet green,
And till seven years were gane and past
True Thomas on earth was never seen.
\LBALLADS Child 38A.1
\N1 As I was walking all alone,
Between a water and a wa,
And there I spy\'d a wee wee man,
And he was the least that ere I saw.
\SBALLADS Child 38A.2
\N1 His legs were scarce a shathmont\'s length,
And thick and thimber was his thigh;
Between his brows there was a span,
And between his shoulders there was three.
\SBALLADS Child 38A.3
\N1 He took up a meikle stane,
And he f+lang\'t as far as I could see;
Though I had been a Wallace wight,
I couldna liften\'t to my knee.
\SBALLADS Child 38A.4
\N1 `O wee wee man, but thou be strang!
O tell me where thy dwelling be?'
`My dwelling\'s down at yon bonny bower;
O will you go with me and see?'
\SBALLADS Child 38A.5
\N1 On we lap, and awa we rade,
Till we came to yon bonny green;
We lighted down for to bait our horse,
And out there came a lady f+ine.
\SBALLADS Child 38A.6
\N1 Four and twenty at her back,
And they were a\' clad out in green;
Though the King of Scotland had been there,
The warst o them might hae been his queen.
\SBALLADS Child 38A.7
\N1 On we lap, and awa we rade,
Till we came to yon bonny ha,
Whare the roof was o the beaten gould,
And the f+loor was o the cristal a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 38A.8
\N1 When we came to the stair-foot,
Ladies were dancing, jimp and sma,
But in the twinkling of an eye,
My wee wee man was clean awa.
\LBALLADS Child 38B.1
\N1 AS I was walking by my lane,
Atween a water and a wa,
There sune I spied a wee wee man,
He was the least that eir I saw.
\SBALLADS Child 38B.2
\N1 His legs were scant a shathmont\'s length,
And sma and limber was his thie;
Atween his shoulders was ae span,
About his middle war but three.
\SBALLADS Child 38B.3
\N1 He has tane up a meikle stane,
And f+lang\'t as far as I cold see;
Ein thouch I had been Wallace wicht,
I dought na lift it to my knie.
\SBALLADS Child 38B.4
\N1 `O wee wee man, but ye be strang!
Tell me whar may thy dwelling be?
`I dwell beneth that bonnie bouir;
O will ye gae wi me and see?'
\SBALLADS Child 38B.5
\N1 On we lap, and awa we rade,
Till we cam to a bonny green;
We lichted syne to bait our steid,
And out there cam a lady sheen.
\SBALLADS Child 38B.6
\N1 Wi four and twentie at her back,
A\' comely cled in glistering green;
Thouch there the King of Scots had stude,
The warst micht weil hae been his queen.
\SBALLADS Child 38B.7
\N1 On syne we past wi wondering cheir,
Till we cam to a bonny ha;
The roof was o the beaten gowd,
The f+lure was o the crystal a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 38B.8
\N1 When we cam there, wi wee wee knichts
War ladies dancing, jimp and sma,
But in the twinkling of an eie,
Baith green and ha war clein awa.
\LBALLADS Child 38C.1
\N1 \'TWAS down by Carterhaugh, father,
I walked beside the wa,
And there I saw a wee wee man,
The least that eer I saw.
\SBALLADS Child 38C.2
\N1 His legs were skant a shathmont lang,
Yet umber was his thie;
Between his brows there was ae span,
And between his shoulders three.
\SBALLADS Child 38C.3
\N1 He\'s taen and f+lung a meikle stane,
As far as I could see;
I could na, had I been Wallace wight,
Hae lifted it to my knee.
\SBALLADS Child 38C.4
`O wee wee man, but ye be strang!
Where may thy dwelling be?'
`It\'s down beside yon bonny bower;
Fair lady, come and see.'
\SBALLADS Child 38C.5
\N1 On we lap, and away we rade,
Down to a bonny green;
We lighted down to bait our steed,
And we saw the fairy queen.
\SBALLADS Child 38C.6
\N1 With four and twenty at her back,
Of ladies clad in green;
Tho the King of Scotland had been there,
The worst might hae been his queen.
\SBALLADS Child 38C.7
\N1 On we lap, and away we rade,
Down to a bonny ha;
The roof was o the beaten goud,
The f+loor was of chrystal a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 38C.8
\N1 And there were dancing on the f+loor,
Fair ladies jimp and sma;
But in the twinkling o an eye,
They sainted clean awa.
\LBALLADS Child 38D.1
\N1 AS I gaed out to tak a walk,
Atween the water and the wa,
There I met wi a wee wee man,
The weest man that ere I saw.
\SBALLADS Child 38D.2
\N1 Thick and short was his legs,
And sma and thin was his thie,
And atween his een a f+lee might gae,
And atween his shouthers were inches three.
\SBALLADS Child 38D.3
\N1 And he has tane up a muckle stane,
And thrown it farther than I c\iou\rd see;
If I had been as strong as ere Wallace was,
I c\iou\rd na lift it to my knie.
\SBALLADS Child 38D.4
\N1 `O,' quo I, 'But ye be strong!
And O where may your dwelling be?'
`It\'s down in to yon bonnie glen;
Gin ye dinna believe, ye can come and see.'
\SBALLADS Child 38D.5
\N1 And we rade on, and we sped on,
Till we cam to yon bonny glen,
And there we lichted and louted in,
And there we saw a dainty dame.
\SBALLADS Child 38D.6
\N1 There was four and twenty wating on her,
And ilka ane was clad in green,
And he had been the king of fair Scotland,
The warst o them micht hae been his queen.
\SBALLADS Child 38D.7
\N1 There war pipers playing on ilka stair,
And ladies dancing in ilka ha,
But before ye c\iou\rd hae sadd what was that,
The house and wee manie was awa.
\LBALLADS Child 38E.1
\N1 AS I was walking mine alone,
Betwext the water and the wa,
There I spied a wee wee man,
He was the least ane that eer I saw.
\SBALLADS Child 38E.2
\N1 His leg was scarse a shaftmont lang,
Both thick and nimble was his knee;
Between his eyes there was a span,
Betwixt his shoulders were ells three.
\SBALLADS Child 38E.3
\N1 This wee wee man pulled up a stone,
He f+lang\'t as far as I could see;
Tho I had been like Wallace strong,
I wadna gotn\'t up to my knee.
\SBALLADS Child 38E.4
\N1 I said, Wee man, oh, but you\'re strong!
Where is your dwelling, or where may\'t be?
`My dwelling\'s at yon bonnie green;
Fair lady, will ye go and see?'
\SBALLADS Child 38E.5
\N1 On we lap, and awa we rade,
Until we came to yonder green;
We lichtit down to rest our steed,
And there cam out a lady soon.
\SBALLADS Child 38E.6
\N1 Four and twenty at her back,
And every one of them was clad in green;
Altho he had been the King of Scotland,
The warst o them a\' micht hae been his queen.
\SBALLADS Child 38E.7
\N1 There were pipers playing in every neuk,
And ladies dancing, jimp and sma,
And aye the owre-turn o their tune
Was `Our wee wee man has been lang awa.'
\LBALLADS Child 38F.1
\N1 AS I was walking mine alane,
Between the water and the wa,
And oh there I spy\'d a wee wee mannie,
The weeest mannie that ere I saw.
\SBALLADS Child 38F.2
\N1 His legs they were na a gude inch lang,
And thick and nimble was his thie;
Between his een there was a span,
And between his shouthers there were ells three.
\SBALLADS Child 38F.3
\N1 I asked at this wee wee mannie
Whare his dwelling place might be;
The answer that he gied to me
Was, Cum alang, and ye shall see.
\SBALLADS Child 38F.4
\N1 So we\'ll awa, and on we rade,
Till we cam to yon bonnie green;
We lichted down to bait our horse,
And up and started a lady syne.
\SBALLADS Child 38F.5
\N1 Wi four and twenty at her back,
And they were a\' weell clad in green;
Tho I had been a crowned king,
The warst o them might ha been my queen.
\SBALLADS Child 38F.6
\N1 So we\'ll awa, and on we rade,
Till we cam to yon bonnie hall;
The rafters were o the beaten gold,
And silver wire were the kebars all.
\SBALLADS Child 38F.7
\N1 And there was mirth in every end,
And ladies dancing, ane and a,
And aye the owre-turn o their sang
Was `The wee wee mannie\'s been lang awa.'
\LBALLADS Child 38G.1
\N1 AS I gaed out to tak the air,
Between Midmar and bonny Craigha,
There I met a little wee man,
The less o him I never saw.
\SBALLADS Child 38G.2
\N1 His legs were but a f+inger lang,
And thick and nimle was his knee;
Between his brows there was a span,
Between his shoulders ells three.
\SBALLADS Child 38G.3
\N1 He lifted a stane sax feet in hight,
He lifted it up till his right knee,
And f+ifty yards and mair, I\'m sure,
I wyte he made the stane to f+lee.
\SBALLADS Child 38G.4
\N1 `O little wee man, but ye be wight!
Tell me whar your dwelling be;'
`I hae a bower, compactly built,
Madam, gin ye\'ll cum and see.'
\SBALLADS Child 38G.5
\N1 Sae on we lap, and awa we rade,
Till we come to yon little ha;
The kipples ware o the gude red gowd,
The reef was o the proseyla.
\SBALLADS Child 38G.6
\N1 Pipers were playing, ladies dancing,
The ladies dancing, jimp and sma;
At ilka turning o the spring,
The little man was wearin\'s wa.
\SBALLADS Child 38G.7
\N1 Out gat the lights, on cam the mist,
Ladies nor mannie mair coud see
I turnd about, and gae a look,
Just at the foot o\' Benachie.
\LBALLADS Child 39A.1
\N1 O I FORBID you, maidens a\',
That wear gowd on your hair,
To come or gae by Carterhaugh,
For young Tam Lin is there.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.2
\N1 There\'s nane that gaes by Carterhaugh
But they leave him a wad,
Either their rings, or green mantles,
Or else their maidenhead.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.3
\N1 Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little aboon her knee,
And she has broded her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree,
And she\'s awa to Carterhaugh,
As fast as she can hie.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.4
\N1 When she came to Carterhaugh
Tam Lin was at the well,
And there she fand his steed standing,
But away was himsel.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.5
\N1 She had na pu\'d a double rose,
A rose but only twa,
Till up then started young Tam Lin,
Says, Lady, thou\'s pu nae mae.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.6
\N1 Why pu\'s thou the rose, Janet,
And why breaks thou the wand?
Or why comes thou to Carterhaugh
Withoutten my command?
\SBALLADS Child 39A.7
\N1 `Carterhaugh, it is my ain,
My daddie gave it me;
I\'ll come and gang by Carterhaugh,
And ask nae leave at thee.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 39A.8
\N1 Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little aboon her knee,
And she has snooded her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree,
And she is to her father\'s ha,
As fast as she can hie.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.9
\N1 Four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the ba,
And out then cam the fair Janet,
Ance the f+lower amang them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.10
\N1 Four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the chess,
And out then cam the fair Janet,
As green as onie glass.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.11
\N1 Out then spak an auld grey knight,
Lay oer the castle wa,
And says, Alas, fair Janet, for thee
But we\'ll be blamed a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.12
\N1 `Haud your tongue, ye auld fac\'d knight,
Some ill death may ye die!
Father my bairn on whom I will,
I\'ll father nane on thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 39A.13
\N1 Out then spak her father dear,
And he spak meek and mild;
`And ever alas, sweet Janet,' he says,
`I think thou gaes wi child.'
\SBALLADS Child 39A.14
\N1 `If that I gae wi child, father,
Mysel maun bear the blame;
There\'s neer a laird about your ha
Shall get the bairn\'s name.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.15
\N1 `If my love were an earthly knight,
As he\'s an elf+in grey,
I wad na gie my ain true-love
For nae lord that ye hae.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.16
\N1 `The steed that my true-love rides on
Is lighter than the wind;
Wi siller he is shod before,
Wi burning gowd behind.'
\SBALLADS Child 39A.17
\N1 Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little aboon her knee,
And she has snooded her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree,
And she\'s awa to Carterhaugh,
As fast as she can hie.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.18
\N1 When she cam to Carterhaugh,
Tam Lin was at the well,
And there she fand his steed standing,
But away was himsel.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.19
\N1 She has na pu\'d a double rose,
A rose but only twa,
Till up then started young Tam Lin,
Says Lady, thou pu\'s nae mae.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.20
\N1 Why pu\'s thou the rose, Janet,
Amang the groves sae green,
And a\' to kill the bonie babe
That we gat us between?
\SBALLADS Child 39A.21
\N1 `O tell me, tell me, Tam Lin,' she says,
`For\'s sake that died on tree,
If eer ye was in holy chapel,
Or chirstendom did see?'
\SBALLADS Child 39A.22
\N1 `Roxbrugh he was my grandfather,
Took me with him to bide,
And ance it fell upon a day
That wae did me betide.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.23
\N1 `And ance it fell upon a day,
A cauld day and a snell,
When we were frae the hunting come,
That frae my horse I fell;
The Queen o Fairies she caught me,
In yon green hill to dwell.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.24
\N1 `And pleasant is the fairy land,
But, an eerie tale to tell,
Ay at the end of seven years
We pay a tiend to hell;
I am sae fair and fu o f+lesh,
I\'m feard it be mysel.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.25
\N1 `But the night is Halloween, lady,
The morn is Hallowday;
Then win me, win me, an ye will,
For weel I wat ye may.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.26
\N1 `Just at the mirk and midnight hour
The fairy folk will ride,
And they that wad their true-love win,
At Miles Cross they maun bide.'
\SBALLADS Child 39A.27
\N1 `But how shall I thee ken, Tam Lin,
Or how my true-love know,
Amang sae mony unco knights
The like I never saw?'
\SBALLADS Child 39A.28
\N1 `O f+irst let pass the black, lady,
And syne let pass the brown,
But quickly run to the milk-white steed,
Pu ye his rider down.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.29
\N1 `For I\'ll ride on the milk-white steed,
And ay nearest the town;
Because I was an earthly knight
They gie me that renown.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.30
\N1 `My right hand will be glovd, lady,
My left hand will be bare,
Cockt up shall my bonnet be,
And kaimd down shall my hair,
And thae\'s the takens I gie thee,
Nae doubt I will be there.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.31
\N1 `They\'ll turn me in your arms, lady,
Into an esk and adder;
But hold me fast, and fear me not,
I am your bairn\'s father.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.32
\N1 `They\'ll turn me to a bear sae grim,
And then a lion bold;
But hold me fast, and fear me not,
As ye shall love your child.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.33
\N1 `Again they\'ll turn me in your arms
To a red het gaud of airn;
But hold me fast, and fear me not,
I\'ll do to you nae harm.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.34
\N1 `And last they\'ll turn me in your arms
Into the burning gleed;
Then throw me into well water,
O throw me in wi speed.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.35
\N1 `And then I\'ll be your ain true-love,
I\'ll turn a naked knight;
Then cover me wi your green mantle,
And cover me out o sight.'
\SBALLADS Child 39A.36
\N1 Gloomy, gloomy was the night,
And eerie was the way,
As fair Jenny in her green mantle
To Miles Cross she did gae.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.37
\N1 About the middle o the night
She heard the bridles ring;
This lady was as glad at that
As any earthly thing.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.38
\N1 First she let the black pass by,
And syne she let the brown;
But quickly she ran to the milk-white steed,
And pu\'d the rider down.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.39
\N1 Sae weel she minded whae he did say,
And young Tam Lin did win;
Syne coverd him wi her green mantle,
As blythe\'s a bird in spring.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.40
\N1 Out then spak the Queen o Fairies,
Out of a bush o broom:
`Them that has gotten young Tam Lin
Has gotten a stately groom.'
\SBALLADS Child 39A.41
\N1 Out then spak the Queen o Fairies,
And an angry woman was she:
`Shame betide her ill-far\'d face,
And an ill death may she die,
For she\'s taen awa the boniest knight
In a\' my companie.
\SBALLADS Child 39A.42
\N1 `But had I kend, Tam Lin,' she says,
`What now this night I see,
I wad hae taen out thy twa grey een,
And put in twa een o tree.'
\LBALLADS Child 39B.1
\N1 I FORBID ye, maidens a\',
That wear goud on your gear,
To come and gae by Carterhaugh,
For young Tom Line is there.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.2
\N1 There\'s nane that gaes by Carterhaugh
But they leave him a wad.
Either their things or green mantles,
Or else their maidenhead.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.3
\N1 But Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little above her knee,
And she has broded her yellow hair
A little above her bree,
And she has gaen for Carterhaugh,
As fast as she can hie.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.4
\N1 When she came to Carterhaugh
Tom Line was at the well,
And there she fand his steed standing,
But away was himsell.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.5
\N1 She hadna pu\'d a double rose,
A rose but only twae,
Till up then started young Tom Line,
Says, Lady, thou\'s pu nae mae.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.6
\N1 Why pu\'s thou the rose, Janet?
Why breaks thou the wand?
Why comest thou to Carterhaugh
Withouthen my command?
\SBALLADS Child 39B.7
\N1 `Fair Carterhaugh it is my ain,
My daddy gave it me;
I\'ll come and gae by Carterhaugh,
And ask nae leave at thee.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 39B.8
\N1 Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little aboon her knee,
And she has snooded her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree,
And she is on to her father\'s ha,
As fast as she can hie.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.9
\N1 Four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the ba,
And out then came fair Janet,
The f+lowr amang them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.10
\N1 Four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the chess,
Out then came fair Janet,
As green as ony glass.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.11
\N1 Out spak an auld grey-headed knight,
Lay owre the castle wa,
And says, Alas, fair Janet,
For thee we\'ll be blam\'d a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.12
\N1 `Had your tongue, you auld grey knight,
Some ill dead may ye die!
Father my bairn on whom I will,
I\'ll father nane on thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 39B.13
\N1 Out then spak her father dear,
He spak baith thick and milde;
`And ever alas, sweet Janet,' he says,
`I think ye gae wi childe.'
\SBALLADS Child 39B.14
\N1 `If that I gae wi child, father,
Mysell bears a\' the blame;
There\'s not a laird about your ha
Shall get the bairnie\'s name.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.15
\N1 `If my lord were an earthly knight,
As he\'s an elf+ish grey,
I wad na gie my ain true-love
For nae lord that ye hae.'
\SBALLADS Child 39B.16
\N1 Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little aboon her knee,
And she has snooded her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree,
And she\'s away to Carterhaugh,
As fast as she can hie.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.17
\N1 When she came to Carterhaugh,
Tom Line was at the well,
And there she faund his steed standing,
But away was himsell.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.18
\N1 She hadna pu\'d a double rose,
A rose but only twae,
Till up then started young Tom Line,
Says, Lady, thou\'s pu na mae.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.19
\N1 Why pu\'s thou the rose, Janet,
Out owr yon groves sae green,
And a\' to kill your bonny babe,
That we gat us between?
\SBALLADS Child 39B.20
\N1 `O tell me, tell me, Tom,' she says,
`For\'s sake who died on tree,
If eer ye were in holy chapel,
Or christendom did see.'
\SBALLADS Child 39B.21
\N1 `Roxburgh he was my grandfather,
Took me with him to bide,
And ance it fell upon a day
That wae did me betide.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.22
\N1 `Ance it fell upon a day,
A cauld day and a snell,
When we were frae the hunting come,
That from my horse I fell.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.23
\N1 `The Queen of Fairies she came by,
Took me wi her to dwell,
Evn where she has a pleasant land
For those that in it dwell,
But at the end o seven years,
They pay their teind to hell.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.24
\N1 `The night it is gude Halloween,
The fairie folk do ride,
And they that wad their true-love win,
At Miles Cross they maun bide.'
\SBALLADS Child 39B.25
\N1 `But how shall I thee ken, Thomas,
Or how shall I thee knaw,
Amang a pack o uncouth knights
The like I never saw?'
\SBALLADS Child 39B.26
\N1 `The f+irst company that passes by,
Say na, and let them gae;
The next company that passes by,
Say na, and do right sae;
The third company that passes by,
Then I\'ll be ane o thae.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.27
\N1 `Some ride upon a black, lady,
And some ride on a brown,
But I ride on a milk-white steed,
And ay nearest the town:
Because I was an earthly knight
They gae me that renown.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.28
\N1 `My right hand will be glovd, lady,
My left hand will be bare,
And thae\'s the tokens I gie thee,
Nae doubt I will be there.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.29
\N1 `Then hie thee to the milk-white steed,
And pu me quickly down,
Cast thy green kirtle owr me,
And keep me frae the rain.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.30
\N1 `They\'ll turn me in thy arms, lady,
An adder and a snake;
But hold me fast, let me na gae,
To be your warldly mate.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.31
\N1 `They\'ll turn me in your arms, lady,
A grey greyhound to girn;
But hald me fast, let me na gae,
The father o your bairn.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.32
\N1 `They\'ll turn me in your arms, lady,
A red het gad o iron;
Then haud me fast, and be na feard,
I\'ll do to you nae harm.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.33
\N1 `They\'ll turn me in your arms, lady,
A mother-naked man;
Cast your green kirtle owr me,
To keep me frae the rain.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.34
\N1 `First dip me in a stand o milk,
And then a stand o water;
Haud me fast, let me na gae,
I\'ll be your bairnie\'s father.'
\SBALLADS Child 39B.35
\N1 Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little aboon her knee,
And she has snooded her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree,
And she is on to Miles Cross,
As fast as she can hie.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.36
\N1 The f+irst company that passd by,
She said na, and let them gae;
The next company that passed by,
She said na, and did right sae;
The third company that passed by,
Then he was ane o thae.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.37
\N1 She hied her to the milk-white steed,
And pu\'d him quickly down;
She cast her green kirtle owr him,
To keep him frae the rain;
Then she did all was orderd her,
And sae recoverd him.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.38
\N1 Then out then spak the Queen o Fairies,
Out o a bush o broom:
`They that hae gotten young Tom Line
Hae got a stately groom.'
\SBALLADS Child 39B.39
\N1 Out then spak the Queen o Fairies,
Out o a bush of rye:
`Them that has gotten young Tom Line
Has the best knight in my company.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.40
\N1 `Had I kend, Thomas,' she says,
`A lady wad hae borrowd thee,
I wad hae taen out thy twa grey een,
Put in twa een o tree.
\SBALLADS Child 39B.41
\N1 `Had I but kend, Thomas,' she says,
`Before I came frae hame,
I had taen out that heart o f+lesh,
Put in a heart o stane.'
\LBALLADS Child 39C.1
* * * * *
\N1 SHE\R\'\rS prickt hersell and prind hersell,
By the ae light o the moon,
And she\'s awa to Kertonha,
As fast as she can gang.
\SBALLADS Child 39C.2
\N1 `What gars ye pu the rose, Jennet?
What gars ye break the tree?
What gars you gang to Kertonha
Without the leave of me?'
\SBALLADS Child 39C.3
\N1 `Yes, I will pu the rose, Thomas,
And I will break the tree;
For Kertonha shoud be my ain,
Nor ask I leave of thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 39C.4
\N1 `Full pleasant is the fairy land,
And happy there to dwell;
I am a fairy, lyth and limb,
Fair maiden, view me well.
\SBALLADS Child 39C.5
\N1 `O pleasant is the fairy land,
How happy there to dwell!
But ay at every seven years end
We\'re a\' dung down to hell.
\SBALLADS Child 39C.6
\N1 `The morn is good Halloween,
And our court a\' will ride;
If ony maiden wins her man,
Then she may be his bride.
\SBALLADS Child 39C.7
\N1 `But f+irst ye\'ll let the black gae by,
And then ye\'ll let the brown;
Then I\'ll ride on a milk-white steed,
You\'ll pu me to the ground.
\SBALLADS Child 39C.8
\N1 `And f+irst, I\'ll grow into your arms
An esk but and an edder;
Had me fast, let me not gang,
I\'ll be your bairn\'s father.
\SBALLADS Child 39C.9
\N1 `Next, I\'ll grow into your arms
A toad but and an eel;
Had me fast, let me not gang,
If you do love me leel.
\SBALLADS Child 39C.10
\N1 `Last, I\'ll grow into your arms
A dove but and a swan;
Then, maiden fair, you\'ll let me go,
I\'ll be a perfect man.'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 39D.1
\N1 O ALL you ladies young and gay,
Who are so sweet and fair,
Do not go into Chaster\'s wood,
For Tomlin will be there.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.2
\N1 Fair Margret sat in her bonny bower,
Sewing her silken seam,
And wished to be in Chaster\'s wood,
Among the leaves so green.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.3
\N1 She let her seam fall to her foot,
The needle to her toe,
And she has gone to Chaster\'s wood,
As fast as she could go.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.4
\N1 When she began to pull the f+lowers,
She pulld both red and green;
Then by did come, and by did go,
Said, Fair maid, let aleene.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.5
\N1 `O why pluck you the f+lowers, lady,
Or why climb you the tree?
Or why come ye to Chaster\'s wood
Without the leave of me?'
\SBALLADS Child 39D.6
\N1 `O I will pull the f+lowers,' she said,
`Or I will break the tree,
For Chaster\'s wood it is my own,
I\'ll no ask leave at thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 39D.7
\N1 He took her by the milk-white hand,
And by the grass green sleeve,
And laid her low down on the f+lowers,
At her he asked no leave.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.8
\N1 The lady blushed, and sourly frowned,
And she did think great shame;
Says, 'if you are a gentleman,
You will tell me your name.'
\SBALLADS Child 39D.9
\N1 `First they did call me Jack,' he said,
`And then they called me John,
But since I lived in the fairy court
Tomlin has always been my name.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.10
\N1 `So do not pluck that f+lower, lady,
That has these pimples gray;
They would destroy the bonny babe
That we\'ve got in our play.'
\SBALLADS Child 39D.11
\N1 `O tell me, Tomlin,' she said,
`And tell it to me soon,
Was you ever at good church-door,
Or got you christendoom?'
\SBALLADS Child 39D.12
\N1 `O I have been at good church-door,
And aff her yetts within;
I was the Laird of Foulis\'s son,
The heir of all this land.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.13
\N1 `But it fell once upon a day,
As hunting I did ride,
As I rode east and west yon hill
There woe did me betide.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.14
\N1 `O drowsy, drowsy as I was!
Dead sleep upon me fell;
The Queen of Fairies she was there,
And took me to hersell.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.15
\N1 `The Elf+ins is a pretty place,
In which I love to dwell,
But yet at every seven years\' end
The last here goes to hell;
And as I am ane o f+lesh and blood,
I fear the next be mysell.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.16
\N1 `The morn at even is Halloween;
Our fairy court will ride,
Throw England and Scotland both,
Throw al the world wide;
And if ye would me borrow,
At Rides Cross ye may bide.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.17
\N1 `You may go into the Miles Moss,
Between twelve hours and one;
Take holy water in your hand,
And cast a compass round.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.18
\N1 `The f+irst court that comes along,
You\'ll let them all pass by;
The next court that comes along,
Salute them reverently.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.19
\N1 `The next court that comes along
Is clad in robes of green,
And it\'s the head court of them all,
For in it rides the queen.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.20
\N1 `And I upon a milk-white steed,
With a gold star in my crown;
Because I am an earthly man
I\'m next to the queen in renown.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.21
\N1 `Then seize upon me with a spring,
Then to the ground I\'ll fa,
And then you\'ll hear a rueful cry
That Tomlin is awa.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.22
\N1 `Then I\'ll grow in your arms two
Like to a savage wild;
But hold me fast, let me not go,
I\'m father of your child.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.23
\N1 `I\'ll grow into your arms two
Like an adder or a snake;
But hold me fast, let me not go,
I\'ll be your earthly maick.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.24
\N1 `I\'ll grow into your arms two
Like iron in strong f+ire;
But hold me fast, let me not go,
Then you\'ll have your desire.'
\SBALLADS Child 39D.25
\N1 She rid down to Miles Cross,
Between twelve hours and one,
Took holy water in her hand,
And cast a compass round.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.26
\N1 The f+irst court that came along,
She let them all pass by;
The next court that came along
Saluted reverently.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.27
\N1 The next court that came along
Were clad in robes of green,
When Tomlin, on a milk-white steed,
She saw ride with the queen.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.28
\N1 She seized him in her arms two,
He to the ground did fa,
And then she heard a ruefull cry
`Tomlin is now awa.'
\SBALLADS Child 39D.29
\N1 He grew into her arms two
Like to a savage wild;
She held him fast, let him not go,
The father of her child.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.30
\N1 He grew into her arms two
Like an adder or a snake;
She held him fast, let him not go,
He was her earthly maick.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.31
\N1 He grew into her arms two
Like iron in hot f+ire;
She held him fast, let him not go,
He was her heart\'s desire.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.32
\N1 Then sounded out throw elphin court,
With a loud shout and a cry,
That the pretty maid of Chaster\'s wood
That day had caught her prey.
\SBALLADS Child 39D.33
\N1 `O stay, Tomlin,' cried Elphin Queen,
`Till I pay you your fee;'
`His father has lands and rents enough,
He wants no fee from thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 39D.34
\N1 `O had I known at early morn
Tomlin would from me gone,
I would have taken out his heart of f+lesh
Put in a heart of stone.'
\LBALLADS Child 39E.1
\N1 LADY MARGARET is over gravel green,
And over gravel grey,
And she\'s awa to Charteris ha,
Lang lang three hour or day.
\SBALLADS Child 39E.2
\N1 She hadna pu\'d a f+lower, a f+lower,
A f+lower but only ane,
Till up and started young Tamlin,
Says, Lady, let alane.
\SBALLADS Child 39E.3
\N1 She hadna pu\'d a f+lower, a f+lower,
A f+lower but only twa,
Till up and started young Tamlene,
Atween her and the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 39E.4
\N1 `How daur you pu my f+lower, madam?
How daur ye break my tree?
How daur ye come to Charter\'s ha,
Without the leave of me?'
\SBALLADS Child 39E.5
\N1 `Weel I may pu the rose,' she said,
`But I daurna break the tree;
And Charter\'s ha is my father\'s,
And I\'m his heir to be.'
\SBALLADS Child 39E.6
\N1 `If Charteris ha be thy father\'s,
I was ance as gude mysell;
But as I came in by Lady Kirk,
And in by Lady Well,
\SBALLADS Child 39E.7
\N1 `Deep and drowsy was the sleep
On my poor body fell;
By came the Queen of Faery,
Made me with her to dwell.
\SBALLADS Child 39E.8
\N1 `But the morn at een is Halloween,
Our fairy foks a\' do ride;
And she that will her true-love win,
At Blackstock she must bide.
\SBALLADS Child 39E.9
\N1 `First let by the black,' he said,
`And syne let by the brown;
But when you see the milk-white steed,
You\'ll pull his rider down.
\SBALLADS Child 39E.10
\N1 `You\'ll pull him into thy arms,
Let his bricht bridle fa,
And he\'ll fa low into your arms
Like stone in castle\'s wa.
\SBALLADS Child 39E.11
\N1 `They\'ll f+irst shape him into your arms
An adder or a snake;
But hold him fast, let him not go,
He\'ll be your world\'s make.
\SBALLADS Child 39E.12
\N1 `They\'ll next shape him into your arms
Like a wood black dog to bite;
Hold him fast, let him not go,
For he\'ll be your heart\'s delight.
\SBALLADS Child 39E.13
\N1 `They\'ll next shape [him] into your arms
Like a red-het gaud o airn;
But hold him fast, let him not go,
He\'s the father o your bairn.
\SBALLADS Child 39E.14
\N1 `They\'ll next shape him into your arms
Like the laidliest worm of Ind;
But hold him fast, let him not go,
And cry aye "[Young Tamlin."]'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 39E.15
\N1 Lady Margaret f+irst let by the black,
And syne let by the brown,
But when she saw the milk-white steed
She pulled the rider down.
\SBALLADS Child 39E.16
\N1 She pulled him into her arms,
Let his bright bridle fa\',
And he fell low into her arms,
Like stone in castle\'s wa.
\SBALLADS Child 39E.17
\N1 They f+irst shaped him into arms
An adder or a snake;
But she held him fast, let him not go,
For he\'d be her warld\'s make.
\SBALLADS Child 39E.18
\N1 They next shaped him into her arms
Like a wood black dog to bite;
But she held him fast, let him not go,
For he\'d be her heart\'s delight.
\SBALLADS Child 39E.19
\N1 They next shaped him into her arms
Like a red-het gaud o airn;
But she held him fast, let him not go,
He\'d be father o her bairn.
\SBALLADS Child 39E.20
\N1 They next shaped him into her arms
Like the laidliest worm of Ind;
But she held him fast, let him not go,
And cried aye `Young Tamlin.'
\SBALLADS Child 39E.21
\N1 The Queen of Faery turned her horse about,
Says, Adieu to thee, Tamlene!
For if I had kent what I ken this night,
If I had kent it yestreen,
I wad hae taen out thy heart o f+lesh,
And put in a heart o stane.
\LBALLADS Child 39F.1
* * * * *
\N1 SHE\R\'\rS taen her petticoat by the band,
Her mantle owre her arm,
And she\'s awa to Chester wood,
As fast as she could run.
\SBALLADS Child 39F.2
\N1 She scarsely pulled a rose, a rose,
She scarse pulled two or three,
Till up there starts Thomas
On the Lady Margaret\'s knee.
\SBALLADS Child 39F.3
\N1 She\'s taen her petticoat by the band,
Her mantle owre her arm,
And Lady Margaret\'s gane hame agen,
As fast as she could run.
\SBALLADS Child 39F.4
\N1 Up starts Lady Margaret\'s sister,
An angry woman was she:
`If there ever was a woman wi child,
Margaret, you are wi!'
\SBALLADS Child 39F.5
\N1 Up starts Lady Margaret\'s mother,
An angry woman was she:
`There grows ane herb in yon kirk-yard
That will scathe the babe away.'
\SBALLADS Child 39F.6
\N1 She took her petticoats by the band,
Her mantle owre her arm,
And she\'s gane to yon kirk-yard
As fast as she could run.
\SBALLADS Child 39F.7
\N1 She scarcely pulled an herb, an herb,
She scarse pulled two or three,
Till up starts there Thomas
Upon this Lady Margret\'s knee.
\SBALLADS Child 39F.8
\N1 `How dare ye pull a rose?' he says,
`How dare ye break the tree?
How dare ye pull this herb,' he says,
`To scathe my babe away?
\SBALLADS Child 39F.9
\N1 `This night is Halloweve,' he said,
`Our court is going to waste,
And them that loves their true-love best
At Chester bridge they\'ll meet.
\SBALLADS Child 39F.10
\N1 `First let pass the black,' he says,
`And then let pass the brown,
But when ye meet the milk-white steed,
Pull ye the rider down.
\SBALLADS Child 39F.11
\N1 `They\'ll turn me to an eagle,' he says,
`And then into an ass;
Come, hold me fast, and fear me not,
The man that you love best.
\SBALLADS Child 39F.12
\N1 `They\'ll turn me to a f+lash of f+ire,
And then to a naked man;
Come, wrap you your mantle me about,
And then you\'ll have me won.'
\SBALLADS Child 39F.13
\N1 She took her petticoats by the band,
Her mantle owre her arm,
And she\'s awa to Chester bridge,
As fast as she could run.
\SBALLADS Child 39F.14
\N1 And f+irst she did let pass the black,
And then let pass the brown,
But when she met the milk-white steed,
She pulled the rider down.
\SBALLADS Child 39F.15
\N1 They turned him in her arms an eagle,
And then into an ass;
But she held him fast, and feared him not,
The man that she loved best.
\SBALLADS Child 39F.16
\N1 They turned him into a f+lash of f+ire,
And then into a naked man;
But she wrapped her mantle him about,
And then she had him won.
\SBALLADS Child 39F.17
\N1 `O wae be to ye, Lady Margaret,
And an ill death may you die,
For you\'ve robbed me of the bravest knight
That eer rode in our company.'
\LBALLADS Child 39G.1
\N1 TAKE warning, a\' ye ladies fair,
That wear gowd on your hair,
Come never unto Charter\'s woods,
For Tam-a-line he\'s there.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.2
\N1 Even about that knight\'s middle
O\' siller bells are nine;
Nae ane comes to Charter wood,
And a maid returns again.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.3
\N1 Lady Margaret sits in her bower door,
Sewing at her silken seam;
And she langd to gang to Charter woods,
To pou the roses green.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.4
\N1 She hadna poud a rose, a rose,
Nor broken a branch but ane,
Till by it came him true Tam-a-line,
Says, Ladye, lat alane.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.5
\N1 O why pou ye the rose, the rose?
Or why brake ye the tree?
Or why come ye to Charter woods,
Without leave askd of me?
\SBALLADS Child 39G.6
\N1 `I will pou the rose, the rose,
And I will brake the tree;
Charter woods are a\' my ain,
I\'ll ask nae leave o thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 39G.7
\N1 He\'s taen her by the milk-white hand,
And by the grass-green sleeve,
And laid her low on gude green wood,
At her he spierd nae leave.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.8
\N1 When he had got his wills of her,
His wills as he had taen,
He\'s taen her by the middle sma,
Set her to feet again.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.9
\N1 She turnd her right and round about,
To spier her true-love\'s name,
But naething heard she, nor naething saw,
As a\' the woods grew dim.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.10
\N1 Seven days she tarried there,
Saw neither sun nor meen;
At length, by a sma glimmering light,
Came thro the wood her lane.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.11
\N1 When she came to her father\'s court,
As f+ine as ony queen;
But when eight months were past and gane,
Got on the gown o\' green.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.12
\N1 Then out it speaks an eldren knight,
As he stood at the yett:
`Our king\'s daughter, she gaes wi bairn,
And we\'ll get a\' the wyte.'
\SBALLADS Child 39G.13
\N1 `O had your tongue, ye eldren man,
And bring me not to shame;
Although that I do gang wi bairn,
Yese naeways get the blame.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.14
\N1 `Were my love but an earthly man,
As he\'s an elf+in knight,
I woudna gie my ain true love
For a\' that\'s in my sight.'
\SBALLADS Child 39G.15
\N1 Then out it speaks her brither dear,
He meant to do her harm:
`There is an herb in Charter wood
Will twine you an the bairn.'
\SBALLADS Child 39G.16
\N1 She\'s taen her mantle her about,
Her coffer by the band,
And she is on to Charter wood,
As fast as she coud gang.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.17
\N1 She hadna poud a rose, a rose,
Nor braken a branch but ane,
Till by it came him Tam-a-Line,
Says, Ladye, lat alane.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.18
\N1 O why pou ye the pile, Margaret,
The pile o the gravil green,
For to destroy the bonny bairn
That we got us between?
\SBALLADS Child 39G.19
\N1 O why pou ye the pile, Margaret,
The pile o the gravil gray,
For to destroy the bonny bairn
That we got in our play?
\SBALLADS Child 39G.20
\N1 For if it be a knave-bairn,
He\'s heir o a\' my land;
But if it be a lass-bairn,
In red gowd she shall gang.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.21
\N1 `If my luve were an earthly man,
As he\'s an elf+in rae,
I coud gang bound, love, for your sake,
A twalmonth and a day.'
\SBALLADS Child 39G.22
\N1 `Indeed your love\'s an earthly man,
The same as well as thee,
And lang I\'ve haunted Charter woods,
A\' for your fair bodie.'
\SBALLADS Child 39G.23
\N1 `O tell me, tell me, Tam-a-Line,
O tell, an tell me true,
Tell me this night, an mak nae lie,
What pedigree are you?'
\SBALLADS Child 39G.24
\N1 `O I hae been at gude church-door,
An I\'ve got christendom;
I\'m the Earl o\' Forbes\' eldest son,
An heir ower a\' his land.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.25
\N1 `When I was young, o three years old,
Muckle was made o me;
My step-mother put on my claithes,
An ill, ill sained she me.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.26
\N1 `Ae fatal morning I went out,
Dreading nae injury,
And thinking lang, fell soun asleep,
Beneath an apple tree.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.27
\N1 `Then by it came the Elf+in Queen,
And laid her hand on me;
And from that time since ever I mind,
I\'ve been in her companie.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.28
\N1 `O Elf+in it\'s a bonny place,
In it fain woud I dwell;
But ay at ilka seven years\' end
They pay a tiend to hell,
And I\'m sae fou o f+lesh an blude,
I\'m sair feard for mysell.'
\SBALLADS Child 39G.29
\N1 `O tell me, tell me, Tam-a-Line,
O tell, an tell me true;
Tell me this night, an mak nae lie,
What way I\'ll borrow you?'
\SBALLADS Child 39G.30
\N1 `The morn is Halloweven night,
The elf+in court will ride,
Through England, and thro a\' Scotland,
And through the world wide.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.31
\N1 `O they begin at sky setting,
Rides a\' the evening tide;
And she that will her true-love borrow,
[At] Miles-corse will him bide.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.32
\N1 `Ye\'ll do you down to Miles-corse,
Between twall hours and ane,
And full your hands o holy water,
And cast your compass roun.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.33
\N1 `Then the f+irst an court that comes you till
Is published king and queen;
The next an court that comes you till,
It is maidens mony ane.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.34
\N1 `The next an court that comes you till
Is footmen, grooms and squires;
The next an court that comes you till
Is knights, and I\'ll be there.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.35
\N1 `I Tam-a-Line, on milk-white steed,
A goud star on my crown;
Because I was an earthly knight,
Got that for a renown.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.36
\N1 `And out at my steed\'s right nostril,
He\'ll breathe a f+iery f+lame;
Ye\'ll loot you low, and sain yoursel,
And ye\'ll be busy then.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.37
\N1 `Ye\'ll take my horse then by the head,
And lat the bridal fa;
The Queen o\' Elf+in she\'ll cry out,
True Tam-a-Line\'s awa.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.38
\N1 `Then I\'ll appear in your arms
Like the wolf that neer woud tame;
Ye\'ll had me fast, lat me not go,
Case we neer meet again.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.39
\N1 `Then I\'ll appear in your arms
Like the f+ire that burns sae bauld;
Ye\'ll had me fast, lat me not go,
I\'ll be as iron cauld.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.40
\N1 `Then I\'ll appear in your arms
Like the adder an the snake;
Ye\'ll had me fast, lat me not go,
I am your warld\'s make.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.41
\N1 `Then I\'ll appear in your arms
Like to the deer sae wild;
Ye\'ll had me fast, lat me not go,
And I\'ll father your child.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.42
\N1 `And I\'ll appear in your arms
Like to a silken string;
Ye\'ll had me fast, lat me not go,
Till ye see the fair morning.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.43
\N1 `And I\'ll appear in your arms
Like to a naked man;
Ye\'ll had me fast, lat me not go,
And wi you I\'ll gae hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 39G.44
\N1 Then she has done her to Miles-corse,
Between twall hours an ane,
And f+illed her hands o holy water,
And kiest her compass roun.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.45
\N1 The f+irst an court that came her till
Was published king and queen;
The niest an court that came her till
Was maidens mony ane.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.46
\N1 The niest an court that came her till
Was footmen, grooms and squires;
The niest an court that came her till
Was knights, and he was there.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.47
\N1 True Tam-a-Line, on milk-white steed,
A gowd star on his crown;
Because he was an earthly man,
Got that for a renown.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.48
\N1 And out at the steed\'s right nostril,
He breathd a f+iery f+lame;
She loots her low, an sains hersell,
And she was busy then.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.49
\N1 She\'s taen the horse then by the head,
And loot the bridle fa;
The Queen o Elf+in she cried out,
`True Tam-a-Line\'s awa.'
\SBALLADS Child 39G.50
\N1 `Stay still, true Tam-a-Line,' she says,
`Till I pay you your fee:'
`His father wants not lands nor rents,
He\'ll ask nae fee frae thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 39G.51
\N1 `Gin I had kent yestreen, yestreen,
What I ken weel the day,
I shoud taen your fu fause heart,
Gien you a heart o clay.'
\SBALLADS Child 39G.52
\N1 Then he appeared in her arms
Like the wolf that neer woud tame;
She held him fast, let him not go,
Case they neer meet again.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.53
\N1 Then he appeared in her arms
Like the f+ire burning bauld;
She held him fast, let him not go,
He was as iron cauld.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.54
\N1 And he appeared in her arms
Like the adder an the snake;
She held him fast, let him not go,
He was her warld\'s make.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.55
\N1 And he appeared in her arms
Like to the deer sae wild;
She held him fast, let him not go,
He\'s father o her child.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.56
\N1 And he appeared in her arms
Like to a silken string;
She held him fast, let him not go,
Till she saw fair morning.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.57
\N1 And he appeared in her arms
Like to a naked man;
She held him fast, let him not go,
And wi her he\'s gane hame.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.58
\N1 These news hae reachd thro a\' Scotland,
And far ayont the Tay,
That Lady Margaret, our king\'s daughter,
That night had gaind her prey.
\SBALLADS Child 39G.59
\N1 She borrowed her love at mirk midnight,
Bare her young son ere day,
And though ye\'d search the warld wide,
Ye\'ll nae f+ind sic a may.
\LBALLADS Child 39H.1
\N1 I FORBID ye, maidens a\',
That wears gowd in your hair,
To come or gang by Carterhaugh,
For young Tam Lane is there.
\SBALLADS Child 39H.2
\N1 I forbid ye, maidens a\',
That wears gowd in your green,
To come or gang by Carterhaugh,
For fear of young Tam Lane.
\SBALLADS Child 39H.3
\N1 `Go saddle for me the black,' says Janet,
`Go saddle for me the brown,
And I\'ll away to Carterhaugh,
And f+lower mysell the gown.
\SBALLADS Child 39H.4
\N1 `Go saddle for me the brown,' says Janet,
`Go saddle for me the black,
And I\'ll away to Carterhaugh,
And f+lower mysel a hat.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 39H.5
\N1 She had not pulld a f+lowr, a f+lowr,
A f+lower but only three,
Till up there startit young Tam Lane,
Just at bird Janet\'s knee.
\SBALLADS Child 39H.6
\N1 `Why pullst thou the herb, Janet,
And why breaks thou the tree?
Why put you back the bonny babe
That\'s between you and me?'
\SBALLADS Child 39H.7
\N1 `If my child was to an earthly man,
As it is to a wild buck rae,
I would wake him the length of the winter\'s night,
And the lea lang simmer\'s day.'
\SBALLADS Child 39H.8
\N1 `The night is Halloween, Janet,
When our gude neighbours will ride,
And them that would their true-love won
At Blackning Cross maun bide.
\SBALLADS Child 39H.9
\N1 `Many will the black ride by,
And many will the brown,
But I ride on a milk-white steed,
And ride nearest the town:
Because I was a christened knight
They gie me that renown.
\SBALLADS Child 39H.10
\N1 `Many will the black ride by,
But far mae will the brown;
But when ye see the milk-white stead,
Grip fast and pull me down.
\SBALLADS Child 39H.11
\N1 `Take me in yer arms, Janet,
An ask, an adder lang;
The grip ye get ye maun haud fast,
I\'ll be father to your bairn.
\SBALLADS Child 39H.12
\N1 `Take me in your arms, Janet,
An adder and a snake;
The grip ye get ye maun haud fast,
I\'ll be your warld\'s make.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 39H.13
\N1 Up bespak the Queen of Fairies,
She spak baith loud and high:
`Had I kend the day at noon
Tam Lane had been won from me,
\SBALLADS Child 39H.14
\N1 `I wad hae taen out his heart o f+lesh,
Put in a heart o tree,
That a\' the maids o Middle Middle Mist
Should neer hae taen Tam Lane frae me.'
\SBALLADS Child 39H.15
\N1 Up bespack the Queen of Fairies,
And she spak wi a loud yell:
`Aye at every seven year\'s end
We pay the kane to hell.
And the koors they hae gane round about,
And I fear it will be mysel.'
\LBALLADS Child 39I.1
\N1 `O I FORBID ye, maidens a\',
That wear gowd on your hair,
To come or gae by Carterhaugh,
For young Tamlane is there.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.2
\N1 `There\'s nane that gaes by Carterhaugh
But maun leave him a wad,
Either gowd rings, or green mantles,
Or else their maidenheid.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.3
\N1 `Now gowd rings ye may buy, maidens,
Green mantles ye may spin,
But, gin ye lose your maidenheid,
Ye\'ll neer get that agen.'
\SBALLADS Child 39I.4
\N1 But up then spak her, fair Janet,
The fairest o a\' her kin:
`I\'ll cum and gang to Carterhaugh,
And ask nae leave o him.'
\SBALLADS Child 39I.5
\N1 Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little abune her knee,
And she has braided her yellow hair
A little abune her bree.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.6
\N1 And when she came to Carterhaugh,
She gaed beside the well,
And there she fand his steed standing,
But away was himsell.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.7
\N1 She hadna pu\'d a red red rose,
A rose but barely three,
Till up and starts a wee wee man,
At lady Janet\'s knee.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.8
\N1 Says, Why pu ye the rose, Janet?
What gars ye break the tree?
Or why come ye to Carterhaugh,
Withouten leave o me?
\SBALLADS Child 39I.9
\N1 Says, Carterhaugh it is mine ain,
My daddie gave it me;
I\'ll come and gang to Carterhaugh,
And ask nae leave o thee.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.10
\N1 He\'s taen her by the milk-white hand,
Among the leaves sae green,
And what they did I cannot tell,
The green leaves were between.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.11
\N1 He\'s taen her by the milk-white hand,
Among the roses red,
And what they did I cannot say,
She neer returnd a maid.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.12
\N1 When she cam to her father\'s ha,
She looked pale and wan;
They thought she\'d dreed some sair sickness,
Or been with some leman.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.13
\N1 She didna comb her yellow hair
Nor make meikle o her head,
And ilka thing that lady took
Was like to be her deid.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.14
\N1 It\'s four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the ba;
Janet, the wightest of them anes,
Was faintest o them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.15
\N1 Four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the chess;
And out there came the fair Janet,
As green as any grass.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.16
\N1 Out and spak an auld grey-headed knight,
Lay oer the castle wa:
`And ever, alas! for thee, Janet,
But we\'ll be blamed a\'!'
\SBALLADS Child 39I.17
\N1 `Now haud your tongue, ye auld grey knight,
And an ill deid may ye die!
Father my bairn on whom I will,
I\'ll father nane on thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 39I.18
\N1 Out then spak her father dear,
And he spak meik and mild:
`And ever, alas! my sweet Janet,
I fear ye gae with child.'
\SBALLADS Child 39I.19
\N1 `And if I be with child, father,
Mysell maun bear the blame;
There\'s neer a knight about your ha
Shall hae the bairnie\'s name.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.20
\N1 `And if I be with child, father,
\'Twill prove a wondrous birth,
For weel I swear I\'m not wi bairn
To any man on earth.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.21
\N1 `If my love were an earthly knight,
As he\'s an elf+in grey,
I wadna gie my ain true love
For nae lord that ye hae.'
\SBALLADS Child 39I.22
\N1 She prinkd hersell and prinnd hersell,
By the ae light of the moon,
And she\'s away to Carterhaugh,
To speak wi young Tamlane.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.23
\N1 And when she cam to Carterhaugh,
She gaed beside the well,
And there she saw the steed standing,
But away was himsell.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.24
\N1 She hadna pu\'d double rose,
A rose but only twae,
When up and started young Tamlane,
Says, Lady, thou pu\'s nae mae.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.25
\N1 Why pu ye the rose, Janet,
Within this garden grene,
And a\' to kill the bonny babe
That we got us between?
\SBALLADS Child 39I.26
\N1 `The truth ye\'ll tell to me, Tamlane,
A word ye mauna lie;
Gin eer ye was in haly chapel,
Or sained in Christentie?'
\SBALLADS Child 39I.27
\N1 `The truth I\'ll tell to thee, Janet,
A word I winna lie;
A knight me got, and a lady me bore,
As well as they did thee.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.28
\N1 `Randolph, Earl Murray, was my sire,
Dunbar, Earl March, is thine;
We loved when we were children small,
Which yet you well may mind.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.29
\N1 `When I was a boy just turnd of nine,
My uncle sent for me,
To hunt and hauk, and ride with him,
And keep him companie.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.30
\N1 `There came a wind out of the north,
A sharp wind and a snell,
And a deep sleep came over me,
And frae my horse I fell.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.31
\N1 `The Queen of Fairies keppit me
In yon green hill to dwell,
And I\'m a fairy, lyth and limb,
Fair ladye, view me well.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.32
\N1 `Then would I never tire, Janet,
In Elf+ish land to dwell,
But aye, at every seven years,
They pay the teind to hell;
And I am sae fat and fair of f+lesh,
I fear \'twill be mysell.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.33
\N1 `This night is Halloween, Janet,
The morn is Hallowday,
And gin ye dare your true love win,
Ye hae nae time to stay.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.34
\N1 `The night it is good Halloween,
When fairy folk will ride,
And they that wad their true-love win,
At Miles Cross they maun bide.'
\SBALLADS Child 39I.35
\N1 `But how shall I thee ken, Tamlane?
Or how shall I thee knaw,
Amang so many unearthly knights,
The like I never saw?'
\SBALLADS Child 39I.36
\N1 `The f+irst company that passes by,
Say na, and let them gae;
The next company that passes by,
Say na, and do right sae;
The third company that passes by,
Then I\'ll be ane o thae.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.37
\N1 `First let pass the black, Janet,
And syne let pass the brown,
But grip ye to the milk-white steed,
And pu the rider down.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.38
\N1 `For I ride on the milk-white steed,
And aye nearest the town;
Because I was a christend knight,
They gave me that renown.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.39
\N1 `My right hand will be gloved, Janet,
My left hand will be bare;
And these the tokens I gie thee,
Nae doubt I will be there.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.40
\N1 `They\'ll turn me in your arms, Janet,
An adder and a snake;
But had me fast, let me not pass,
Gin ye wad be my maik.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.41
\N1 `They\'ll turn me in your arms, Janet,
An adder and an ask;
They\'ll turn me in your arms, Janet,
A bale that burns fast.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.42
\N1 `They\'ll turn me in your arms, Janet,
A red-hot gad o airn;
But haud me fast, let me not pass,
For I\'ll do you no harm.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.43
\N1 `First dip me in a stand o milk,
And then in a stand o water;
But had me fast, let me not pass,
I\'ll be your bairn\'s father.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.44
\N1 `And next they\'ll shape me in your arms
A tod but and an eel;
But had me fast, nor let me gang,
As you do love me weel.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.45
\N1 `They\'ll shape me in your arms, Janet,
A dove but and a swan,
And last they\'ll shape me in your arms
A mother-naked man;
Cast your green mantle over me,
I\'ll be myself again.'
\SBALLADS Child 39I.46
\N1 Gloomy, gloomy, was the night,
And eiry was the way,
As fair Janet, in her green mantle,
To Miles Cross she did gae.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.47
\N1 About the dead hour o the night
She heard the bridles ring,
And Janet was as glad o that
As any earthly thing.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.48
\N1 And f+irst gaed by the black black steed,
And then gaed by the brown;
But fast she gript the milk-white steed,
And pu\'d the rider down.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.49
\N1 She pu\'d him frae the milk-white steed,
And loot the bridle fa,
And up there raise an erlish cry,
`He\'s won amang us a\'!'
\SBALLADS Child 39I.50
\N1 They shaped him in fair Janet\'s arms
An esk but and an adder;
She held him fast in every shape,
To be her bairn\'s father.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.51
\N1 They shaped him in her arms at last
A mother-naked man,
She wrapt him in her green mantle,
And sae her true love wan.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.52
\N1 Up then spake the Queen o Fairies,
Out o a bush o broom:
`She that has borrowd young Tamlane
Has gotten a stately groom.'
\SBALLADS Child 39I.53
\N1 Up then spake the Queen o Fairies,
Out o a bush o rye:
`She\'s taen awa the bonniest knight
In a\' my cumpanie.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.54
\N1 `But had I kennd, Tamlane,' she says,
`A lady wad borrowd thee
I wad taen out thy twa grey een,
Put in twa een o tree.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.55
\N1 `Had I but kennd, Tamlane,' she says,
`Before ye came frae hame,
I wad taen out your heart o f+lesh,
Put in a heart o stane.
\SBALLADS Child 39I.56
\N1 `Had I but had the wit yestreen
That I hae coft the day,
I\'d paid my kane seven times to hell
Ere you\'d been won away.'
\LBALLADS Child 39[J.1]
* * * * *
\N1 `The night, the night is Halloween,
Tommorow\'s Hallowday,
 . . . . . .
. . . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 39[J.2]
\N1 `The night, the night is Halloween,
Our seely court maun ride,
Thro England and thro Ireland both,
And a\' the warld wide.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 39[J.3]
\N1 `The f+irsten court that comes ye bye,
You\'ll lout, and let them gae;
The seconden court that comes you bye,
You\'ll hail them reverently.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J.4]
\N1 `The thirden court that comes you by,
Sae weel\'s ye will me ken,
For some will be on a black, a black,
And some will be on a brown,
But I will be on a bluid-red steed,
And will ride neist the queen.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J.5]
\N1 `The thirden court that comes you bye,
Sae weel\'s ye will me ken,
For I\'ll be on a bluid-red steed,
Wi three stars on his crown.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J.6]
\N1 `Ye\'ll tak the horse head in yer hand,
And grip the bridle fast;
The Queen o Elf+in will gie a cry,
`True Tamas is stown awa!'
\SBALLADS Child 39[J.7]
\N1 `And I will grow in your twa hands
And adder and an eel;
But the grip ye get ye\'ll hold it fast,
I\'ll be father to yer chiel.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J.8]
\N1 `I will wax in your twa hans
As hot as any coal;
But if you love me as you say,
You\'ll think of me and thole.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J.9]
\N1 `O I will grow in your twa hands
An adder and a snake;
The grip ye get now hold it fast,
And I\'ll be your world\'s mait.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J.10]
\N1 `O I\'ll gae in at your gown sleeve,
And out at your gown hem,
And I\'ll stand up before thee then
A freely naked man.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J.11]
\N1 `O I\'ll gae in at your gown sleeve,
And out at your gown hem,
And I\'ll stand before you then,
But claithing I\'ll hae nane.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J.12]
\N1 `Ye\'ll do you down to Carden\'s Ha,
And down to Carden\'s stream,
And there you\'ll see our seely court,
As they come riding hame.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 39[J.13]
\N1 `It\'s nae wonder, my daughter Janet,
Ture Tammas ye thought on;
An he were a woman as he\'s a man,
My bedfellow he should be.'
\LBALLADS Child 39[J2.1]
\N1 The maid that sits in Katherine\'s Hall,
Clad in her robes so black,
She has to yon garden gone,
For f+lowers to f+lower her hat.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.2]
\N1 She had not pulled the red, red rose,
A double rose but three,
When up there starts a gentleman,
Just at this lady\'s knee.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.3]
\N1 Says, Who\'s this pulls the red, red rose?
Breaks branches off the tree?
Or who\'s this treads my garden-grass,
Without the leave of me?
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.4]
\N1 `Yes, I will pull the red, red rose,
Break branches off the tree,
This garden in Moorcartney wood,
Without the leave o thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.5:
\N1 He took her by the milk-white hand
And gently laid her down,
Just in below some shady trees
Where the green leaves hung down.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.6]
\N1 `Come tell to me, kind sir,' she said,
`What before you never told;
Are you an earthly man?' said she,
`A knight or a baron bold?'
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.7]
\N1 `I\'ll tell to you, fair lady,' he said,
`What before I neer did tell;
I\'m Earl Douglas\'s second son,
With the queen of the fairies I dwell.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.8]
\N1 `When riding through yon forest-wood,
And by yon grass-green well,
A sudden sleep me overtook,
And off my steed I fell.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.9]
\N1 Ther queen of the fairies, being there,
Made me with her to dwell,
And still once in the seven years
We pay a teind to hell.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.10]
\N1 `And because I am an earthly man,
Myself doth greatly fear,
For the cleverest man in all our train
To Pluto must go this year.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.11]
\N1 `This night is Halloween, lady,
And the fairies they will ride;
The maid that will her true-love win
At Miles Cross she may bide.'
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.12]
\N1 `But how shall I thee ken, though, sir?
Or how shall I thee know,
Amang a pack o hellish wraiths,
Before I never saw?'
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.13]
\N1 `Some rides upon a black horse, lady,
And some upon a brown,
But I myself on a milk-white steed,
And I aye nearest the toun.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.14]
\N1 `My right hand shall be covered, lady,
My left hand shall be bare,
And that\'s a token good enough
That you will f+ind me there.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.15]
\N1 `Take the Bible in your right hand,
With God for to be your guide,
Take holy water in thy left hand,
And throw it on every side.'
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.16]
\N1 She\'s taen her mantle her about,
A cane into her hand,
And she has unto Miles Cross gone,
As hard as she can gang.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.17]
\N1 First she has letten the black pass by,
And then she has letten the brown,
But she\'s taen a fast hold o the milk-white steed,
And she\'s pulled Earl Thomas doun.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.18]
\N1 The queen of the fairies being there,
Sae loud she\'s letten a cry,
`The maid that sits in Katherine\'s Hall
This night has gotten her prey.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.19]
\N1 `But hadst thou waited, fair lady,
Till about this time the morn,
He would hae been as far from thee or me
As the wind that blew when he was born.'
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.20]
\N1 They turned him in this lady\'s arms
Like the adder and the snake;
She held him fast; why should she not?
Though her poor heart was like to break.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.21]
\N1 They turned him in this lady\'s arms
Like two red gads of airn;
She held him fast; why should she not?
She knew they could do her no harm.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.22]
\N1 They turned him in this lady\'s arms
Like to all things that was vile;
She held him fast; why should she not?
The father of her child.
\SBALLADS Child 39[J2.23]
\N1 They turned him in this lady\'s arms
Like to a naked knight;
She\'s taen him hame to her ain bower,
And clothed him in armour bright.
\LBALLADS Child 39[K.1]
\N1 Leady Margat stands in her boor-door,
Clead in the robs of green;
She longed to go to Charters Woods,
To pull the f+lowers her lean.
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.2]
\N1 She had not puld a rose, a rose,
O not a rose but one,
Till up it starts True Thomas,
Said, Leady, let alone.
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.3]
\N1 `Why pull ye the rose, Marget?
Or why break ye the tree?
Or why come ye to Charters Woods
Without the leave of me?'
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.4]
\N1 `I will pull the rose,' she said,
`And I will break the tree,
For Charters Woods is all my own,
And I\'l ask no leave of the.'
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.5]
\N1 He\'s tean her by the milk-white hand,
And by the grass-green sleeve,
And laid her lo at the foot of the tree,
At her he askt no leave.
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.6]
\N1 It fell once upon a day
They wer a pleaying at the ba,
And every one was reed and whyte,
Leady Marget\'s culler was all awa.
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.7]
\N1 Out it speaks an elder man,
As he stood in the gate,
`Our king\'s daughter she gos we bern,
And we will get the wait.'
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.8]
\N1 `If I be we bern,' she said,
`My own self beer the blame!
There is not a man in my father\'s court
Will get my bern\'s name.'
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.9]
\N1 `There grows a f+lower in Charters Woods,
It grows on gravel greay,
It ould destroy the boney young bern
That ye got in your pley.'
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.10]
\N1 She\'s tean her mantle her about,
Her green glove on her hand,
And she\'s awa to Charters Woods,
As fest as she could gang.
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.11]
\N1 She had no puld a pile, a pile,
O not a pile but one,
Up it startid True Thomas,
Said, Leady, lat alean.
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.12]
\N1 Why pull ye the pile, Marget,
That grows on gravel green,
For to destroy the boney young bern
That we got us between?'
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.13]
\N1 `If it were to an earthly man,
As [it is] to an elphan knight,
I ould walk for my true-love\'s sake
All the long winter\'s night.'
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.14]
\N1 `When I was a boy of eleven years old,
And much was made of me,
I went out to my father\'s garden,
Fell asleep at yon aple tree:
The queen of Elphan [she] came by,
And laid on her hands on me.
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.15]
\N1 `Elphan it\'s a boney place,
In it fain wid I dwall;
But ey at every seven years end
We pay the teene to hell:
I\'m so full of f+lesh and blood
I\'m sear feart for mysel.
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.16]
\N1 `The morn\'s Hallow Even\'s night,
When a\' our courts do ride,
Through England and through Irland,
Through a\' the world wide:
And she that would her true-love borrow
At Miles Corse she may bide.
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.17]
\N1 `The f+irst an court that ye come till,
Ye let them a\' pass by;
The next an court that ye come till,
Ye hile them reverendly.
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.18]
\N1 `The next an court the ye come till,
An therein rides the queen,
Me upon a milk-whyte steed,
And a gold star in my croun;
Because I am a erle\'s soon,
I get that for my renoun.
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.19]
\N1 `Ye take me in your armes,
Give me a right sear fa;
The queen of Elphan she\'l cry out,
True Thomas is awa!
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.20]
\N1 `First I\'l be in your armes
The f+ire burning so bold;
Ye hold me fast, let me no pass
Till I be like iron cold.
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.21]
\N1 `Next I\'l be in your armes
The f+ire burning so wild;
Ye hold me fast, let me no pass,
I\'m the father of your child.'
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.22]
\N1 The f+irst court that came her till,
She let them a\' pass by;
The nex an court that came her till,
She helt them reverendly.
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.23]
\N1 The nex an court that came her till,
And therein read the queen,
True Thomas on a milk-whyte steed,
A gold star in his croun;
Because he was a earl\'s soon,
He got that for his renoun.
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.24]
\N1 She\'s tean him in her arms,
Geen him a right sore fa;
The queen of Elphan she cried out,
True Thomas is awa!
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.25]
\N1 He was into her arms
The f+ire burning so bold;
She held him fast, let him no pass
Till he was like iron cold.
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.26]
\N1 He was into her arms
The f+ire burning so wild;
She held him fast, let him no pass,
He was the father of her child.
\SBALLADS Child 39[K.27]
\N1 The queen of Elphan she cried out,
An angry woman was she,
`Let Leady Marget an her true-love be,
She\'s bought him dearer than me.'
\LBALLADS Child 39[L.1]
\N1 I charge ye, a\' ye ladies fair,
That wear goud in your hair,
To come an gang bye Carterhaugh,
For young Tam Lien is there.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 39[L.2]
\N1 Then Janet kiltit her green cleadin
A wee aboon her knee,
An she\'s gane away to Carterhaugh,
As fast as she can dree.
\SBALLADS Child 39[L.3]
\N1 When Janet cam to Carterhaugh,
Tam Lien was at the wall,
An there he left his steed stannin,
But away he gaed his sell.
\SBALLADS Child 39[L.4]
\N1 She had na pu\'d a red, red rose,
A rose but only thre,
Till up then startit young Tam Lien,
Just at young Jenet\'s knee.
\SBALLADS Child 39[L.5]
\N1 `What gars ye pu the rose, Janet,
Briek branches frae the tree,
An come an gang by Carterhaugh,
An speir nae leave of me?'
\SBALLADS Child 39[L.6]
\N1 `What need I speir leave o thee, Tam?
What need I speir leave o thee,
When Carterhaugh is a\' mine ain,
My father gae it me?'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 39[L.7]
\N1 She\'s kiltit up her green cleadin
A wee aboon her knee,
An she\'s away to her ain bower-door,
As fast as she can dree.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 39[L.8]
\N1 There war four-an-twentie fair ladies
A\' dancin in a chess,
An some war blue an some war green,
But Janet was like the gress.
\SBALLADS Child 39[L.9]
\N1 There war four-an-twentie fair ladies
A\' playin at the ba,
An some war red an som wer white,
But Jennet was like the snaw.
\LBALLADS Child 39[M.1]
\N1 My father was a noble knight,
And was much gi\'n to play,
And I myself a bonny boy,
And followed him away.
\SBALLADS Child 39[M.2]
\N1 He rowd me in his hunting-coat
And layd me down to sleep,
And by the queen of fairies came,
And took me up to keep.
\SBALLADS Child 39[M.3]
\N1 She set me on a milk-whtie steed;
\'Twas o the elf+in kind;
His feet were shot wi beaten goud,
And f+leeter than the wind.
\SBALLADS Child 39[M.4]
\N1 Then we raid on and on\'ard mair,
Oer mountain, hill and lee,
Till we came to a hie, hie wa,
Upon a mountain\'s bree.
\SBALLADS Child 39[M.5]
\N1 The apples hung like stars of goud
Out-our that wa sa f+ine;
I put my hand to pu down ane,
For want of food I thought to tine.
\SBALLADS Child 39[M.6]
\N1 `O had your hand, Tamas!' she said,
`O let that evil fruit now be!
It was that apple ye see there
Beguil\'d man and woman in your country.
\SBALLADS Child 39[M.7]
\N1 `O dinna ye see yon road, Tamas,
Down by yon lilie lee?
Blessd is the man who yon gate gaes,
It leads him to the heavens hie.
\SBALLADS Child 39[M.8]
\N1 `And dinna ye see yon road, Tamas,
Down by yon frosty fell?
Curst is the man that yon gate gaes,
For it leads to the gates of hell.
\SBALLADS Child 39[M.9]
\N1 `O dinna ye see yon castle, Tamas,
That\'s biggit between the twa,
And theekit wi the beaten goud?
O that\'s the fairies\' ha.
\SBALLADS Child 39[M.10]
\N1 `O when ye come to the ha, Tamas,
See that a weel-learnd boy ye be;
They\'ll ask ye questions ane and a\',
But see ye answer nane but me.
\SBALLADS Child 39[M.11]
\N1 `If ye speak to ain but me, Tamas,
A fairie ye maun ever bide;
But if ye speak to nane but me, Tamas,
Ye may come to be your country\'s pride.'
\SBALLADS Child 39[M.12]
\N1 And when he came to Fairie Ha,
I wot a weel-learnd boy was he;
They askd him questions ane and a\',
But he answerd nane but his ladie.
\SBALLADS Child 39[M.13]
\N1 There was four-and-twenty gude knights\'-sons
In fairie land obliged to bide,
And of a\' the pages that were there
Fair Tamas was his ladie\'s pride.
\SBALLADS Child 39[M.14]
\N1 There was four-and-twenty earthly boys,
Wha all played at the ba,
But Tamas was the bonniest boy,
And playd the best amang them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 39[M.15]
\N1 There was four-and-twenty earthly maids,
Wha a\' playd at the chess,
Their colour rosy-red and white,
Their gowns were green as grass.
\SBALLADS Child 39[M.16]
\N1 `And pleasant are our fairie sports,
We f+lie o\'er hill and dale;
But at the end of seven years
They pay the teen to hell.
\SBALLADS Child 39[M.17]
\N1 `And now\'s the time, at Hallowmess,
Late on the morrow\'s even,
And if ye miss me then, Janet,
I\'m lost for yearis seven.'
\LBALLADS Child 39[N.1]
\N1 `Gowd rings I can buy, Thomas,
Green mantles I can spin,
But gin ye take my maidenheid
I\'ll neer get that again.'
\SBALLADS Child 39[N.2]
\N1 Out and spak the queen o fairies,
Out o a shot o wheat,
`She that has gotten young Tamlane
Has gotten my heart\'s delight.'
\LBALLADS Child 40.1
\N1 I HEARD a cow low, a bonnie cow low,
An a cow low down in yon glen;
Lang, lang will my young son greet
Or his mither bid him come ben.
\SBALLADS Child 40.2
\N1 I heard a cow low, a bonnie cow low,
An a cow low down in yon fauld;
Lang, lang will my young son greet
Or his mither take him frae cauld.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 40.3
\N1 . . . . .
. . . .
Waken, Queen of Elfan,
An hear your nourice moan.'
\SBALLADS Child 40.4
\N1 `O moan ye for your meat,
Or moan ye for your fee,
Or moan ye for the ither bounties
That ladies are wont to gie?'
\SBALLADS Child 40.5
\N1 `I moan na for my meat,
Nor moan I for my fee,
Nor moan I for the ither bounties
That ladies are wont to gie.
\SBALLADS Child 40.6
\N1 . . . . .
. . . . .
But I moan for my young son
I left in four nights auld.
\SBALLADS Child 40.7
\N1 `I moan na for my meat,
Nor yet for my fee,
But I mourn for Christen land,
It\'s there I fain would be.'
\SBALLADS Child 40.8
\N1 `O nurse my bairn, nourice,' she says,
`Till he stan at your knee,
An ye\'s win hame to Christen land,
Whar fain it\'s ye wad be.
\SBALLADS Child 40.9
\N1 `O keep my bairn, nourice,
Till he gang by the hauld,
An ye\'s win hame to your young son
Ye left in four nights auld.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 40.10
\N1 `O nourice lay your head
Upo my knee:
See ye na that narrow road
Up by yon tree?
\SBALLADS Child 40.11
\N1 . . . . . .
. . . . .
That\'s the road the righteous goes,
And that\'s the road to heaven.
\SBALLADS Child 40.12
\N1 `An see na ye that braid road,
Down by yon sunny fell?
Yon\'s the road the wicked gae,
An that\'s the road to hell.'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 41A.1
\N1 LADY MARGARET sits in her bower door,
Sewing at her silken seam;
She heard a note in Elmond\'s wood,
And wishd she there had been.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.2
\N1 She loot the seam fa frae her side,
And the needle to her tae,
And she is on to Elmond\'s wood
As fast as she coud gae.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.3
\N1 She hadna pu\'d a nut, a nut,
Nor broken a branch but ane,
Till by it came a young hind chiel,
Says, Lady, lat alane.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.4
\N1 O why pu ye the nut, the nut,
Or why brake ye the tree?
For I am forester o this wood:
Ye shoud spier leave at me.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.5
\N1 `I\'ll ask leave at no living man,
Nor yet will I at thee;
My father is king oer a\' this realm,
This wood belongs to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.6
\N1 She hadna pu\'d a nut, a nut,
Nor broken a branch but three,
Till by it came him Young Akin,
And gard her lat them be.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.7
\N1 The highest tree in Elmond\'s wood,
He\'s pu\'d it by the reet,
And he has built for her a bower,
Near by a hallow seat.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.8
\N1 He\'s built a bower, made it secure
We carbuncle and stane;
Tho travellers were never sae nigh,
Appearance it had nane.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.9
\N1 He\'s kept her there in Elmond\'s wood,
For six lang years and one,
Till six pretty sons to him she bear,
And the seventh she\'s brought home.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.10
\N1 It fell ance upon a day,
This guid lord went from home,
And he is to the hunting gane,
Took wi him his eldest son.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.11
\N1 And when they were on a guid way,
Wi slowly pace did walk,
The boy\'s heart being something wae,
He thus began to talk:
\SBALLADS Child 41A.12
\N1 `A question I woud ask, father,
Gin ye woudna angry be:'
`Say on, say on, my bonny boy,
Ye\'se nae be quarrelld by me.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.13
\N1 `I see my mither\'s cheeks aye weet,
I never can see them dry;
And I wonder what aileth my mither,
To mourn continually.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.14
\N1 `Your mither was a king\'s daughter,
Sprung frae a high degree,
And she might hae wed some worthy prince,
Had she nae been stown by me.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.15
\N1 `I was her father\'s cup-bearer,
Just at that fatal time;
I catchd her on a misty night,
Whan summer was in prime.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.16
\N1 `My luve to her was most sincere,
Her luve was great for me,
But when she hardships doth endure,
Her folly she does see.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.17
\N1 `I\'ll shoot the buntin o the bush,
The linnet o the tree,
And bring them to my dear mither,
See if she\'ll merrier be.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.18
\N1 It fell upo another day,
This guid lord he thought lang,
And he is to the hunting gane,
Took wi him his dog and gun.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.19
\N1 Wi bow and arrow by his side,
He\'s aff, single, alane,
And left his seven children to stay
Wi their mither at hame.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.20
\N1 `O I will tell to you, mither,
Gin ye wadna angry be:'
`Speak on, speak on, my little wee boy,
Ye\'se nae be quarrelld by me.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.21
\N1 `As we came frae the hynd-hunting,
We heard f+ine music ring:'
`My blessings on you, my bonny boy,
I wish I\'d been there my lane.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.22
\N1 He\'s taen his mither by the hand,
His six brithers also,
And they are on thro Elmond\'s wood,
As fast as they coud go.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.23
\N1 They wistna weel where they were gaen,
Wi the stratlins o their feet;
They wistna weel where they were gaen,
Till at her father\'s yate.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.24
\N1 `I hae nae money in my pocket,
But royal rings hae three;
I\'ll gie them you, my little young son,
And ye\'ll walk there for me.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.25
\N1 `Ye\'ll gie the f+irst to the proud porter,
And he will lat you in;
Ye\'ll gie the next to the butler-boy,
And he will show you ben;
\SBALLADS Child 41A.26
\N1 `Ye\'ll gie the third to the minstrel
That plays before the king;
He\'ll play success to the bonny boy
Came thro the wood him lane.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.27
\N1 He gae the f+irst to the proud porter,
And he opend an let him in;
He gae the next to the butler-boy,
And he has shown him ben;
\SBALLADS Child 41A.28
\N1 He gae the third to the minstrel
That playd before the king;
And he playd success to the bonny boy
Came thro the wood him lane.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.29
\N1 Now when he came before the king,
Fell low down on his knee;
The king he turned round about,
And the saut tear blinded his ee.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.30
\N1 `Win up, win up, my bonny boy,
Gang frae my companie;
Ye look sae like my dear daughter,
My heart will birst in three.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.31
\N1 `If I look like your dear daughter,
A wonder it is none;
If I look like your dear daughter,
I am her eldest son.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.32
\N1 `Will ye tell me, ye little wee boy,
Where may my Margaret be?'
`She\'s just now standing at your yates,
And my six brithers her wi.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.33
\N1 `O where are all my porter-boys
That I pay meat and fee,
To open my yates baith wide and braid?
Let her come in to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.34
\N1 When she came in before the king,
Fell low down on her knee;
`Win up, win up, my daughter dear,
This day ye\'ll dine wi me.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.35
\N1 `Ae bit I canno eat, father,
Nor ae drop can I drink,
Till I see my mither and sister dear,
For lang for them I think.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.36
\N1 When she came before the queen,
Fell low down on her knee;
`Win up, win up, my daughter dear
This day ye\'se dine wi me.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.37
\N1 `Ae bit I canno eat, mither,
Nor ae drop can I drink,
Until I see my dear sister,
For lang for her I think.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.38
\N1 When that these two sisters met,
She haild her courteouslie;
`Come ben, come ben, my sister dear,
This day ye\'se dine wi me.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.39
\N1 `Ae bit I canno eat, sister,
Nor ae drop can I drink,
Until I see my dear husband,
For lang for him I think.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.40
\N1 `O where are all my rangers bold
That I pay meat and fee,
To search the forest far an wide,
And bring Akin to me?'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.41
\N1 Out it speaks the little wee boy:
Na, na, this maunna be;
Without ye grant a free pardon,
I hope ye\'ll nae him see.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.42
\N1 `O here I grant a free pardon,
Well seald by my own han;
Ye may make search for Young Akin,
As soon as ever you can.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.43
\N1 They searchd the country wide and braid,
The forests far and near,
And found him into Elmond\'s wood,
Tearing his yellow hair.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.44
\N1 `Win up, win up now, Young Akin,
Win up, and boun wi me;
We\'re messengers come from the court,
The king wants you to see.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.45
\N1 `O lat him take frae me my head,
Or hang me on a tree;
For since I\'ve lost my dear lady,
Life\'s no pleasure to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.46
\N1 `Your head will nae be touchd, Akin,
Nor hangd upon a tree;
Your lady\'s in her father\'s court,
And all he wants is thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.47
\N1 When he came in before the king,
Fell low down on his knee;
`Win up, win up now, Young Akin,
This day ye\'se dine wi me.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.48
\N1 But as they were at dinner set,
The boy asked a boun:
`I wish we were in the good church,
For to get christendoun.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.49
\N1 `We hae lived in guid green wood
This seven years and ane;
But a\' this time, since eer I mind,
Was never a church within.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.50
\N1 `Your asking\'s nae sae great, my boy,
But granted it shall be;
This day to guid church ye shall gang,
And your mither shall gang you wi.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.51
\N1 When unto the guid church she came,
She at the door did stan;
She was sae sair sunk down wi shame,
She coudna come farer ben.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.52
\N1 Then out it speaks the parish priest,
And a sweet smile gae he:
`Come ben, come ben, my lily f+lower,
Present your babes to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 41A.53
\N1 Charles, Vincent, Sam and Dick,
And likewise James and John;
They calld the eldest Young Akin,
Which was his father\'s name.
\SBALLADS Child 41A.54
\N1 Then they staid in the royal court,
And livd wi mirth and glee,
And when her father was deceasd,
Heir of the crown was she.
\LBALLADS Child 41B.1
\N1 MAY MARGRET stood in her bouer door,
Kaiming doun her yellow hair;
She spied some nuts growin in the wud,
And wishd that she was there.
\SBALLADS Child 41B.2
\N1 She has plaited her yellow locks
A little abune her bree,
And she has kilted her petticoats
A little below her knee,
And she\'s aff to Mulberry wud,
As fast as she could gae.
\SBALLADS Child 41B.3
\N1 She had na pu\'d a nut, a nut,
A nut but barely ane,
Till up started the Hynde Etin,
Says, Lady, let thae alane!
\SBALLADS Child 41B.4
\N1 `Mulberry wuds are a\' my ain;
My father gied them me,
To sport and play when I thought lang;
And they sall na be tane by thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 41B.5
\N1 And ae she pu\'d the tither berrie,
Na thinking o\' the skaith,
And said, To wrang ye, Hynde Etin,
I wad be unco laith.
\SBALLADS Child 41B.6
\N1 But he has tane her by the yellow locks,
And tied her till a tree,
And said, For slichting my commands,
An ill death sall ye dree.
\SBALLADS Child 41B.7
\N1 He pu\'d a tree out o the wud,
The biggest that was there,
And he howkit a cave monie fathoms deep,
And put May Margret there.
\SBALLADS Child 41B.8
\N1 `Now rest ye there, ye saucie may;
My wuds are free for thee;
And gif I tak ye to mysell,
The better ye\'ll like me.'
\SBALLADS Child 41B.9
\N1 Na rest, na rest May Margret took,
Sleep she got never nane;
Her back lay on the cauld, cauld f+loor,
Her head upon a stane.
\SBALLADS Child 41B.10
\N1 `O tak me out,' May Margret cried,
`O tak me hame to thee,
And I sall be your bounden page
Until the day I dee.'
\SBALLADS Child 41B.11
\N1 He took her out o the dungeon deep,
And awa wi him she\'s gane;
But sad was the day an earl\'s dochter
Gaed hame wi Hynde Etin.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 41B.12
\N1 It fell out ance upon a day
Hynde Etin\'s to the hunting gane,
And he has tane wi him his eldest son,
For to carry his game.
\SBALLADS Child 41B.13
\N1 `O I wad ask ye something, father,
An ye wadna angry be;'
`Ask on, ask on, my eldest son,
Ask onie thing at me.'
\SBALLADS Child 41B.14
\N1 `My mother\'s cheeks are aft times weet,
Alas! they are seldom dry;'
`Na wonder, na wonder, my eldest son,
Tho she should brast and die.
\SBALLADS Child 41B.15
\N1 `For your mother was an earl\'s dochter,
Of noble birth and fame,
And now she\'s wife o Hynde Etin,
Wha neer got christendame.
\SBALLADS Child 41B.16
\N1 `But we\'ll shoot the laverock in the lift,
The buntlin on the tree,
And ye\'ll tak them hame to your mother,
And see if she\'ll comforted be.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 41B.17
\N1 `I wad ask ye something, mother,
An ye wadna angry be;'
`Ask on, ask on, my eldest son,
Ask onie thing at me.'
\SBALLADS Child 41B.18
\N1 `Your cheeks they are aft times weet,
Alas! they\'re seldom dry;'
`Na wonder, na wonder, my eldest son,
Tho I whould brast and die.
\SBALLADS Child 41B.19
\N1 `For I was ance an earl\'s dochter,
Of noble birth and fame,
And now I am the wife of Hynde Etin,
Wha neer got christendame.'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 41C.1
\N1 `O WELL like I to ride in a mist,
And shoot in a northern win,
And far better a lady to steal,
That\'s come of a noble kin.'
\SBALLADS Child 41C.2
\N1 Four an twenty fair ladies
Put on this lady\'s sheen,
And as mony young gentlemen
Did lead her ower the green.
\SBALLADS Child 41C.3
\N1 Yet she preferred before them all
Him, young Hastings the Groom;
He\'s coosten a mist before them all,
And away this lady has taen.
\SBALLADS Child 41C.4
\N1 He\'s taken the lady on him behind,
Spared neither grass nor corn,
Till they came to the wood o Amonshaw,
Where again their loves were sworn.
\SBALLADS Child 41C.5
\N1 And they hae lived in that wood
Full mony a year and day,
And were supported from time to time
By what he made of prey.
\SBALLADS Child 41C.6
\N1 And seven bairns, fair and f+ine,
There she has born to him,
And never was in gude church-door,
Nor ever got gude kirking.
\SBALLADS Child 41C.7
\N1 Ance she took harp into her hand,
And harped them a\' asleep,
Then she sat down at their couch-side,
And bitterly did weep.
\SBALLADS Child 41C.8
\N1 Said, Seven bairns hae I born now
To my lord in the ha;
I wish they were seven greedy rats,
To run upon the wa,
And I mysel a great grey cat,
To eat them ane and a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 41C.9
\N1 For ten lang years now I hae lived
Within this cave of stane,
And never was at gude church-door,
Nor got no gude churching.
\SBALLADS Child 41C.10
\N1 O then out spake her eldest child,
And a f+ine boy was he:
O hold your tongue, my mother dear;
I\'ll tell you what to dee.
\SBALLADS Child 41C.11
\N1 Take you the youngest in your lap,
The next youngest by the hand,
Put all the rest of us you before,
As you learnt us to gang.
\SBALLADS Child 41C.12
\N1 And go with us unto some kirk-+-
You say they are built of stane-+-
And let us all be christened,
And you get gude kirking.
\SBALLADS Child 41C.13
\N1 She took the youngest in her lap,
The next youngest by the hand,
Set all the rest of them her before,
As she learnt them to gang.
\SBALLADS Child 41C.14
\N1 And she has left the wood with them,
And to the kirk has gane,
Where the gude priest them christened,
And gave her gude kirking.
\LBALLADS Child 42A.1
\N1 CLARK COLVEN and his gay ladie,
As they walked to yon garden green,
A belt about her middle gimp,
Which cost Clark Colven crowns f+ifteen:
\SBALLADS Child 42A.2
\N1 `O hearken weel now, my good lord,
O hearken weel to what I say;
When ye gang to the wall o Stream,
O gang nae neer the well-fared may.'
\SBALLADS Child 42A.3
\N1 `O haud your tongue, my gay ladie,
Tak nae sic care o me;
For I nae saw a fair woman
I like so well as thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 42A.4
\N1 He mounted on his berry-brown steed,
And merry, merry rade he on,
Till he came to the wall o Stream,
And there he saw the mermaiden.
\SBALLADS Child 42A.5
\N1 `Ye wash, ye wash, ye bonny may,
And ay\'s ye wash your sark o silk:'
`It\'s a\' for you, ye gentle knight,
My skin is whiter than the milk.'
\SBALLADS Child 42A.6
\N1 He\'s taen her by the milk-white hand,
He\'s taen her by the sleeve sae green,
And he\'s forgotten his gay ladie,
And away with the fair maiden.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 42A.7
\N1 `Ohon, alas!' says Clark Colven,
`And aye sae sair\'s I mean my head!'
And merrily leugh the mermaiden,
`O win on till you be dead.
\SBALLADS Child 42A.8
\N1 `But out ye tak your little pen-knife,
And frae my sark ye shear a gare;
Row that about your lovely head,
And the pain ye\'ll never feel nae mair.'
\SBALLADS Child 42A.9
\N1 Out he has taen his little pen-knife,
And frae her sark he\'s shorn a gare,
Rowed that about his lovely head,
But the pain increased mair and mair.
\SBALLADS Child 42A.10
\N1 `Ohon, alas!' says Clark Colven,
`An aye sae sair\'s I mean my head!'
And merrily laughd the mermaiden,
`It will ay be war till ye be dead.'
\SBALLADS Child 42A.11
\N1 Then out he drew his trusty blade,
And thought wi it to be her dead,
But she\'s become a f+ish again,
And merrily sprang into the f+leed.
\SBALLADS Child 42A.12
\N1 He\'s mounted on his berry-brown steed,
And dowy, dowy rade he home,
And heavily, heavily lighted down
When to his ladie\'s bower-door he came.
\SBALLADS Child 42A.13
\N1 `Oh, mither, mither, mak my bed,
And, gentle ladie, lay me down;
Oh, brither, brither, unbend my bow,
\'Twill never be bent by me again.'
\SBALLADS Child 42A.14
\N1 His mither she has made his bed,
His gentle ladie laid him down,
His brither he has unbent his bow,
\'Twas never bent by him again.
\LBALLADS Child 42B.1
\N1 CLERK COLVILL and his lusty dame
Were walking in the garden green;
The belt around her stately waist
Cost Clerk Colvill of pounds f+ifteen.
\SBALLADS Child 42B.2
\N1 `O promise me now, Clerk Colvill,
Or it will cost ye muckle strife,
Ride never by the wells of Slane,
If ye wad live and brook your life.'
\SBALLADS Child 42B.3
\N1 `Now speak nae mair, my lusty dame,
Now speak nae mair of that to me;
Did I neer see a fair woman,
But I wad sin with her body?'
\SBALLADS Child 42B.4
\N1 He\'s taen leave o his gay lady,
Nought minding what his lady said,
And he\'s rode by the wells of Slane,
Where washing was a bonny maid.
\SBALLADS Child 42B.5
\N1 `Wash on, wash on, my bonny maid,
That wash sae clean your sark of silk;'
`And weel fa you, fair gentleman,
Your body whiter than the milk.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 42B.6
\N1 Then loud, loud cry\'d the Clerk Colvill,
`O my head it pains me sair;'
`Then take, then take,' the maiden said,
`And frae my sark you\'ll cut a gare.'
\SBALLADS Child 42B.7
\N1 Then she\'s gied him a little bane-knife,
And frae her sark he cut a share;
She\'s ty\'d it round his whey-white face,
But ay his head it aked mair.
\SBALLADS Child 42B.8
\N1 Then louder cry\'d the Clerk Colvill,
`O sairer, sairer akes my head;'
`And sairer, sairer ever will,'
The maiden crys, 'Till you be dead.'
\SBALLADS Child 42B.9
\N1 Out then he drew his shining blade,
Thinking to stick her where she stood,
But she was vanishd to a f+ish,
And swam far off, a fair mermaid.
\SBALLADS Child 42B.10
\N1 `O mother, mother, braid my hair;
My lusty lady, make my bed;
O brother, take my sword and spear,
For I have seen the false mermaid.'
\LBALLADS Child 42C.1
\N1 CLERK COLIN and his mother dear
Were in the garden green;
The band that was about her neck
Cost Colin pounds f+ifteen;
The belt about her middle sae sma
Cost twice as much again.
\SBALLADS Child 42C.2
\N1 `Forbidden gin ye wad be, love Colin,
Forbidden gin ye wad be,
And gang nae mair to Clyde\'s water,
To court yon gay ladie.'
\SBALLADS Child 42C.3
\N1 `Forbid me frae your ha, mother,
Forbid me frae your bour,
But forbid me not frae yon ladie;
She\'s fair as ony f+lour.
\SBALLADS Child 42C.4
\N1 `Forbidden I winna be, mother,
Forbidden I winna be,
For I maun gang to Clyde\'s water,
To court yon gay ladie.'
\SBALLADS Child 42C.5
\N1 An he is on his saddle set,
As fast as he could win,
An he is on to Clyde\'s water,
By the lee licht o the moon.
\SBALLADS Child 42C.6
\N1 An when he cam to the Clyde\'s water
He lichted lowly down,
An there he saw the mermaiden,
Washin silk upon a stane.
\SBALLADS Child 42C.7
\N1 `Come down, come down, now, Clerk Colin,
Come down an [f+ish] wi me;
I\'ll row ye in my arms twa,
An a foot I sanna jee.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 42C.8
\N1 `O mother, mother, mak my bed,
And, sister, lay me doun,
An brother, tak my bow an shoot,
For my shooting is done.'
\SBALLADS Child 42C.9
\N1 He wasna weel laid in his bed,
Nor yet weel fa\'en asleep,
When up an started the mermaiden,
Just at Clerk Colin\'s feet.
\SBALLADS Child 42C.10
\N1 `Will ye lie there an die, Clerk Colin,
Will ye lie there an die?
Or will ye gang to Clyde\'s water,
To f+ish in f+lood wi me?'
\SBALLADS Child 42C.11
\N1 `I will lie here an die,' he said,
`I will lie here an die;
In spite o a\' the deils in hell
I will lie here an die.'
\LBALLADS Child 43A.1
\N1 there was a knight and a lady bright,
Had a true tryste at the broom;
The ane gaed early in the morning,
The other in the afternoon.
\SBALLADS Child 43A.2
\N1 And ay she sat in her mother\'s bower door,
And ay she made her mane:
`O whether should I gang to the Broomf+ield Hill,
Or should I stay at hame?
\SBALLADS Child 43A.3
\N1 `For if I gang to the Broomf+ield Hill,
My maidenhead is gone;
And if I chance to stay at hame,
My love will ca me mansworn.'
\SBALLADS Child 43A.4
\N1 Up then spake a witch-woman,
Ay from the room aboon:
`O ye may gang to the broomf+ield Hill,
And yet come maiden hame.
\SBALLADS Child 43A.5
\N1 `For when ye gang to the Broomf+ield Hill,
Ye\'ll f+ind your love asleep,
With a silver belt about his head,
And a broom-cow at his feet.
\SBALLADS Child 43A.6
\N1 `Take ye the blossom of the broom,
The blossom it smells sweet,
And strew it at your true-love\'s head,
And likewise at his feet.
\SBALLADS Child 43A.7
\N1 `Take ye the rings off your f+ingers,
Put them on his right hand,
To let him know, when he doth awake,
His love was at his command.'
\SBALLADS Child 43A.8
\N1 She pu\'d the broom f+lower on Hive Hill,
And strewd on\'s white hals-bane,
And that was to be wittering true
That maiden she had gane.
\SBALLADS Child 43A.9
\N1 `O where were ye, my milk-white steed,
That I hae coft sae dear,
That wadna watch and waken me
When there was maiden here?'
\SBALLADS Child 43A.10
\N1 `I stamped wi my foot, master,
And gard my bridle ring,
But na kin thing wald waken ye,
Till she was past and gane.'
\SBALLADS Child 43A.11
\N1 `And wae betide ye, my gay goss-hawk,
That I did love sae dear,
That wadna watch and waken me
When there was maiden here.'
\SBALLADS Child 43A.12
\N1 `I clapped wi my wings, master,
And aye my bells I rang,
And aye cry\'d, Waken, waken, master,
Before the ladye gang.'
\SBALLADS Child 43A.13
\N1 `But haste and haste, my gude white steed,
To come the maiden till,
Or a\' the birds of gude green wood
Of your f+lesh shall have their f+ill.'
\SBALLADS Child 43A.14
\N1 `Ye need na burst your gude white steed
Wi racing oer the howm;
Nae bird f+lies faster through the wood,
Than she f+led through the broom.'
\LBALLADS Child 43B.1
\N1 `I\R\'\rLL wager, I\'ll wager, I\'ll wager with you
Five hundred merks and ten,
That a maid shanae go to yon bonny green wood,
And a maiden return agen.'
\SBALLADS Child 43B.2
\N1 `I\'ll wager, I\'ll wager, I\'ll wager with you
Five hundred merks and ten,
That a maid shall go to yon bonny green wood,
And a maiden return agen.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 43B.3
\N1 She\'s pu\'d the blooms aff the broom-bush,
And strewd them on\'s white hass-bane:
`This is a sign whereby you may know
That a maiden was here, but she\'s gane.'
\SBALLADS Child 43B.4
\N1 `O where was you, my good gray steed,
That I hae loed sae dear?
O why did you not awaken me
When my true love was here?'
\SBALLADS Child 43B.5
\N1 `I stamped with my foot, master,
And gard my bridle ring,
But you wadnae waken from your sleep
Till your love was past and gane.'
\SBALLADS Child 43B.6
\N1 `Now I may sing as dreary a sang
As the bird sung on the brier,
For my true love is far removd,
And I\'ll neer see her mair.'
\LBALLADS Child 43C.1
\N1 THERE was a knight and lady bright
Set trysts amo the broom,
The one to come at morning ear,
The other at afternoon.
\SBALLADS Child 43C.2
\N1 `I\'ll wager a wager wi you,' he said,
`An hundred merks and ten,
That ye shall not go to Broomf+ield Hills,
Return a maiden again.'
\SBALLADS Child 43C.3
\N1 `I\'ll wager a wager wi you,' she said,
`A hundred pounds and ten,
That I will gang to Broomf+ield Hills,
A maiden return again.'
\SBALLADS Child 43C.4
\N1 The lady stands in her bower door,
And thus she made her mane:
`O shall I gang to Broomf+ield Hills,
Or shall I stay at hame?
\SBALLADS Child 43C.5
\N1 `If I do gang to Broomf+ield Hills,
A maid I\'ll not return;
But if I stay from Broomf+ield Hills,
I\'ll be a maid mis-sworn.'
\SBALLADS Child 43C.6
\N1 Then out it speaks an auld witch-wife,
Sat in the bower aboon:
`O ye shall gang to Broomf+ield Hills,
Ye shall not stay at hame.
\SBALLADS Child 43C.7
\N1 `But when ye gang to Broomf+ield Hills,
Walk nine times round and round;
Down below a bonny burn bank,
Ye\'ll f+ind your love sleeping sound.
\SBALLADS Child 43C.8
\N1 `Ye\'ll pu the bloom frae aff the broom,
Strew\'t at his head and feet,
And aye the thicker that ye do strew,
The sounder he will sleep.
\SBALLADS Child 43C.9
\N1 `The broach that is on your napkin,
Put it on his breast bane,
To let him know, when he does wake,
That\'s true love\'s come and gane.
\SBALLADS Child 43C.10
\N1 `The rings that are on your f+ingers,
Lay them down on a stane,
To let him know, when he does wake,
That\'s true love\'s come and gane.
\SBALLADS Child 43C.11
\N1 `And when ye hae your work all done,
Ye\'ll gang to a bush o\' broom,
And then you\'ll hear what he will say,
When he sees ye are gane.'
\SBALLADS Child 43C.12
\N1 When she came to Broomf+ield Hills,
She walkd it nine times round,
And down below yon burn bank,
She found him sleeping sound.
\SBALLADS Child 43C.13
\N1 She pu\'d the bloom frae aff the broom,
Strew\'d it at \'s head and feet,
And aye the thicker that she strewd,
The sounder he did sleep.
\SBALLADS Child 43C.14
\N1 The broach that was on her napkin,
She put on his breast bane,
To let him know, when he did wake,
His love was come and gane.
\SBALLADS Child 43C.15
\N1 The rings that were on her f+ingers,
She laid upon a stane,
To let him know, when he did wake,
His love was come and gane.
\SBALLADS Child 43C.16
\N1 Now when she had her work all dune,
She went to a bush o broom,
That she might hear what he did say,
When he saw she was gane.
\SBALLADS Child 43C.17
\N1 `O where were ye, my guid grey hound,
That I paid for sae dear,
Ye didna waken me frae my sleep
When my true love was sae near?'
\SBALLADS Child 43C.18
\N1 `I scraped wi my foot, master,
Till a\' my collars rang,
But still the mair that I did scrape,
Waken woud ye nane.'
\SBALLADS Child 43C.19
\N1 `Where were ye, my berry-brown steed,
That I paid for sae dear,
That ye woudna waken me out o my sleep
When my love was sae near?'
\SBALLADS Child 43C.20
\N1 `I patted wi my foot, master,
Till a\' my bridles rang,
But still the mair that I did patt,
Waken woud ye nane.'
\SBALLADS Child 43C.21
\N1 `O where were ye, my gay goss-hawk,
That I paid for sae dear,
That ye woudna waken me out o my sleep
When ye sae my love near?'
\SBALLADS Child 43C.22
\N1 `I f+lapped wi my wings, master,
Till a\' my bells they rang,
But still the mair that I did f+lap,
Waken woud ye nane.'
\SBALLADS Child 43C.23
\N1 `O where were ye, my merry young men,
That I pay meat and fee,
Ye woudna waken me out o\' my sleep
When my love ye did see?'
\SBALLADS Child 43C.24
\N1 `Ye\'ll sleep mair on the night, master,
And wake mair on the day;
Gae sooner down to Broomf+ield Hills
When ye\'ve sic pranks to play.
\SBALLADS Child 43C.25
\N1 `If I had seen any armed men
Come riding over the hill-+-
But I saw but a fair lady
Come quietly you until.'
\SBALLADS Child 43C.26
\N1 `O wae mat worth you, my young men,
That I pay meat and fee,
That ye woudna waken me frae sleep
When ye my love did see.
\SBALLADS Child 43C.27
\N1 `O had I waked when she was nigh,
And o her got my will,
I shoudna cared upon the morn
Tho sma birds o her were f+ill.'
\SBALLADS Child 43C.28
\N1 When she went out, right bitter wept,
But singing came she hame;
Says, I hae been at Broomf+ield Hills,
And maid returnd again.
\LBALLADS Child 43D.1
\N1 `I\R\'\rLL wager, I\'ll wager,' says Lord John,
`A hundred merks and ten,
That ye winna gae to the bonnie broom-f+ields,
And a maid return again.'
\SBALLADS Child 43D.2
\N1 `But I\'ll lay a wager wi you, Lord John,
A\' your merks oure again,
That I\'ll gae alane to the bonnie broom-f+ields,
And a maid return again.'
\SBALLADS Child 43D.3
\N1 Then Lord John mounted his grey steed,
And his hound wi his bells sae bricht,
And swiftly he rade to the bonny broomf+ields,
Wi his hawks, like a lord or knicht.
\SBALLADS Child 43D.4
\N1 `Now rest, now rest, my bonnie grey steed,
My lady will soon be here,
And I\'ll lay my head aneath this rose sae red,
And the bonnie burn sae near.'
\SBALLADS Child 43D.5
\N1 But sound, sound was the sleep he took,
For he slept till it was noon,
And his lady cam at day, left a taiken and away,
Gaed as licht as a glint o the moon.
\SBALLADS Child 43D.6
\N1 She strawed the roses on the ground,
Threw her mantle on the brier,
And the belt around her middle sae jimp,
As a taiken that she\'d been there.
\SBALLADS Child 43D.7
\N1 The rustling leaves f+lew round his head,
And rousd him frae his dream;
He saw by the roses, and mantle sae green,
That his love had been there and was gane.
\SBALLADS Child 43D.8
\N1 `O whare was ye, my gude grey steed,
That I coft ye sae dear,
That ye didna waken your master,
Whan ye kend that his love was here?'
\SBALLADS Child 43D.9
\N1 `I pautit wi my foot, master,
Garrd a\' my bridles ring,
And still I cried, Waken, gude master,
For now is the hour and time.'
\SBALLADS Child 43D.10
\N1 `Then whare was ye, my bonnie grey hound,
That I coft ye sae dear,
That ye didna waken your master,
Whan ye kend that his love was here?'
\SBALLADS Child 43D.11
\N1 `I pautit wi my foot, master,
Garrd a\' my bells to ring,
And still I cried, Waken, gude master,
For now is the hour and time.'
\SBALLADS Child 43D.12
\N1 `But whare was ye, my hawks, my hawks,
That I coft ye sae dear,
That ye didna waken your master,
Whan ye kend that his love was here?'
\SBALLADS Child 43D.13
\N1 `O wyte na me, now, my master dear,
I garrd a\' my young hawks sing,
And still I cried, Waken, gude master,
For now is the hour and time.'
\SBALLADS Child 43D.14
\N1 `Then be it sae, my wager gane,
\'Twill skaith frae meikle ill,
For gif I had found her in bonnie broomf+ields,
O her heart\'s blude ye\'d drunken your f+ill.'
\LBALLADS Child 43E.1
\N1 `I\R\'\rLL wager, I\'ll wager wi you, fair maid,
Five hunder punds and ten,
That a maid winna gae to the bonnie green bower,
An a maid return back agen.'
\SBALLADS Child 43E.2
\N1 `I\'ll wager, I\'ll wager wi you, kin\' sir,
Five hunder punds and ten,
That a maid I\'ll gang to the bonnie green bower,
An a maid return again.'
\SBALLADS Child 43E.3
\N1 But when she cam to the bonnie green bower,
Her true-love was fast asleep;
Sumtimes she kist his rosie, rosie lips,
An his breath was wondrous sweet.
\SBALLADS Child 43E.4
\N1 Sometimes she went to the crown o his head,
Sometimes to the soles o his feet,
Sometimes she kist his rosie, rosie lips,
An his breath was wondrous sweet.
\SBALLADS Child 43E.5
\N1 She\'s taen a ring frae her f+inger,
Laid it upon his breast-bane;
It was for a token that she had been there,
That she had been there, but was gane.
\SBALLADS Child 43E.6
\N1 `Where was you, where was ye, my merry men a\',
That I do luve sae dear,
That ye didna waken me out o my sleep
When my true love was here?
\SBALLADS Child 43E.7
\N1 `Where was ye, where was ye, my gay goshawk,
That I do luve sae dear,
That ye didna waken me out o my sleep
Whan my true love was here?'
\SBALLADS Child 43E.8
\N1 `Wi my wings I f+law, kin\' sir,
An wi my bill I sang,
But ye woudna waken out o yer sleep
Till your true love was gane.'
\SBALLADS Child 43E.9
\N1 `Where was ye, my bonnie grey steed,
That I do luve sae dear,
That ye didna waken me out o my sleep
When my true love was here?'
\SBALLADS Child 43E.10
\N1 `I stampit wi my f+it, maister,
And made my bridle ring,
But ye wadna waken out o yer sleep,
Till your true love was gane.'
\LBALLADS Child 43F.1
\N1 A NOBLE young squire that livd in the west,
He courted a young lady gay,
And as he was merry, he put forth a jest,
A wager with her he would lay.
\SBALLADS Child 43F.2
\N1 `A wager with me?' the young lady reply\'d,
`I pray, about what must it be?
If I like the humour you shan\'t be deny\'d;
I love to be merry and free.'
\SBALLADS Child 43F.3
\N1 Quoth he, `I will lay you an hundred pounds,
A hundred pounds, aye, and ten,
That a maid if you go to the merry broomf+ield,
That a maid you return not again.'
\SBALLADS Child 43F.4
\N1 `I\'ll lay you that wager,' the lady she said,
Then the money she f+lung down amain;
`To the merry broomf+ield I\'ll go a pure maid,
The same I\'ll return home again.'
\SBALLADS Child 43F.5
\N1 He coverd her bett in the midst of the hall
With an hundred and ten jolly pounds,
And then to his servant straightway he did call,
For to bring forth his hawk and his hounds.
\SBALLADS Child 43F.6
\N1 A ready obedience the servant did yield,
And all was made ready oer night;
Next morning he went to the merry broomf+ield,
To meet with his love and delight.
\SBALLADS Child 43F.7
\N1 Now when he came there, having waited a while,
Among the green broom down he lies;
The lady came to him, and coud not but smile,
For sleep then had closed his eyes.
\SBALLADS Child 43F.8
\N1 Upon his right hand a gold ring she secur\'d,
Down from her own f+inger so fair,
That when he awaked he might be assur\'d
His lady and love had been there.
\SBALLADS Child 43F.9
\N1 She left him a posie of pleasant perfume,
Then stept from the place where he lay;
Then hid herself close in the besom of the broom,
To hear what her true-love would say.
\SBALLADS Child 43F.10
\N1 He wakend and found the gold ring on his hand,
Then sorrow of heart he was in:
`My love has been here, I do well understand,
And this wager I now shall not win.
\SBALLADS Child 43F.11
\N1 `O where was you, my goodly gawshawk,
The which I have purchasd so dear?
Why did you not waken me out of my sleep
When the lady, my lover, was here?'
\SBALLADS Child 43F.12
\N1 `O with my bells did I ring, master,
And eke with my feet did I run;
And still did I cry, Pray awake, master,
She\'s here now, and soon will be gone.'
\SBALLADS Child 43F.13
\N1 `O where was you, my gallant greyhound,
Whose collar is f+lourishd with gold?
Why hadst thou not wakend me out of my sleep
When thou didst my lady behold?'
\SBALLADS Child 43F.14
\N1 `Dear master, I barkd with my mouth when she came,
And likewise my coller I shook,
And told you that here was the beautiful dame,
But no notice of me then you took.'
\SBALLADS Child 43F.15
\N1 `O where was thou, my serving-man,
Whom I have cloathed so f+ine?
If you had wak\'d me when she was here,
The wager then had been mine.'
\SBALLADS Child 43F.16
\N1 `In the night ye should have slept, master,
And kept awake in the day;
Had you not been sleeping when hither she came,
Then a maid she had not gone away.'
\SBALLADS Child 43F.17
\N1 Then home he returnd, when the wager was lost,
With sorrow of heart, I may say;
The lady she laughd to f+ind her love crost,-+-
This was upon midsummer-day.
\SBALLADS Child 43F.18
\N1 `O squire, I laid in the bushes conceald,
And heard you when you did complain;
And thus I have been to the merry broomf+ield,
And a maid returnd back again.
\SBALLADS Child 43F.19
\N1 `Be chearful, be chearful, and do not repine,
For now \'tis as clear as the sun,
The money, the money, the money is mine,
The wager I fairly have won.'
\LBALLADS Child 44.1
\N1 THE lady stands in her bower door,
As straight as willow wand;
The blacksmith stood a little forebye,
Wi hammer in his hand.
\SBALLADS Child 44.2
\N1 `Weel may ye dress ye, lady fair,
Into your robes o red;
Before the morn at this same time,
I\'ll gain your maidenhead.'
\SBALLADS Child 44.3
\N1 `Awa, awa, ye coal-black smith,
Woud ye do me the wrang
To think to gain my maidenhead,
That I hae kept sae lang!'
\SBALLADS Child 44.4
\N1 Then she has hadden up her hand,
And she sware by the mold,
`I wudna be a blacksmith\'s wife
For the full o a chest o gold.
\SBALLADS Child 44.5
\N1 `I\'d rather I were dead and gone,
And my body laid in grave,
Ere a rusty stock o coal-black smith
My maidenhead shoud have.'
\SBALLADS Child 44.6
\N1 But he has hadden up his hand,
And he sware by the mass,
`I\'ll cause ye be my light leman
For the hauf o that and less.'
\SBALLADS Child 44.6b
\N1 O bide, lady, bide,
And aye he bade her bide;
The rusty smith your leman shall be,
For a\' your muckle pride.
\SBALLADS Child 44.7
\N1 Then she became a turtle dow,
To f+ly up in the air,
And he became another dow,
And they f+lew pair and pair.
\SBALLADS Child 44.7b
\N1 O bide, lady, bide, 'C\.
\SBALLADS Child 44.8
\N1 She turnd hersell into an eel,
To swim into yon burn,
And he became a speckled trout,
To gie the eel a turn.
\SBALLADS Child 44.8b
\N1 O bide, lady, bide, 'C\.
\SBALLADS Child 44.9
\N1 Then she became a duck, a duck,
To puddle in a peel,
And he became a rose-kaimd drake,
To gie the duck a dreel.
\SBALLADS Child 44.9b
\N1 O bide, lady, bide, 'C\.
\SBALLADS Child 44.10
\N1 She turnd hersell into a hare,
To rin upon yon hill,
And he became a gude grey-hound,
And boldly he did f+ill.
\SBALLADS Child 44.10b
\N1 O bide, lady, bide, 'C\.
\SBALLADS Child 44.11
\N1 Then she became a gay grey mare,
And stood in yonder slack,
And he became a gilt saddle,
And sat upon her back.
\SBALLADS Child 44.11b
\N1 Was she wae, he held her sae,
And still he bade her bide;
The rusty smith her leman was,
For a\' her muckle pride.
\SBALLADS Child 44.12
\N1 Then she became a het girdle,
And he became a cake,
And a\' the ways she turnd hersell,
The blacksmith was her make.
\SBALLADS Child 44.12b
\N1 Was she wae, 'C\.
\SBALLADS Child 44.13
\N1 She turnd hersell into a ship,
To sail out ower the f+lood;
He ca\'ed a nail intill her tail,
And syne the ship she stood.
\SBALLADS Child 44.13b
\N1 Was she wae, 'C\.
\SBALLADS Child 44.14
\N1 Then she became a silken plaid,
And stretchd upon a bed,
And he became a green covering,
And gaind her maidenhead.
\SBALLADS Child 44.14b
\N1 Was she wae, 'C\.
\LBALLADS Child 45A.1
\N1 OFF an ancient story Ile tell you anon,
Of a notable prince \itha\rt was called K\iin\rg Iohn,
In England was borne, with maine and with might;
Hee did much wrong and mainteined litle right.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.2
\N1 This noble prince was vexed in veretye,
For he was angry w\ii\rth the Bishopp of Canterbury;
Ffor his house-keeping and his good cheere,
The+: rode post for him, as you shall heare.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.3
\N1 They rode post for him verry hastilye;
The k\iing\r sayd the bishopp kept a better house then hee:
A hundred men euen, as I [have heard] say,
The bishopp kept in his house eu\ier\rye day,
And f+ifty gold chaines, w\ii\rthout any doubt,
In veluett coates waited the bishopp about.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.4
\N1 The bishopp, he came to the court anon,
Before his prince \itha\rt was called K\iing\r Iohn.
As soone as the bishopp the k\iing\r did see,
`O,' q\iuo\rth the k\iing\r, 'Bishopp, thow art welcome to mee.
There is noe man soe welcome to towne
As thou \itha\rt workes treason against my crowne'
\SBALLADS Child 45A.5
\N1 `My leege,' q\iuo\rth the bishopp, `I wold it were knowne
I spend, yo\iu\rr grace, nothing but \itha\rt \itha\rt\'s my owne;
I trust yo\iu\rr grace will doe me noe deare
For spending my owne trew gotten geere.'
\SBALLADS Child 45A.6
\N1 `Yes,' q\iuo\rth the k\iing\r, 'Bishopp, thou must needs dye,
Eccept thou can answere mee questions three;
Thy head shalbe smitten quite from thy bodye,
And all thy liuing remayne vnto mee.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.7
\N1 `First,' q\iuo\rth the k\iing\r, 'Tell me in this steade,
W\ii\rth this crowne of gold heere vpon my head,
Amongst my nobilitye, w\ii\rth ioy and much mirth,
Lett me know w\ii\rthin one pennye what I am worth.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.8
\N1 `Secondlye, tell me w\ii\rthout any dowbt
How soone I may goe the whole world about;
And thirdly, tell mee or eu\ier\r I stinte,
What is the thing, bishopp, \itha\rt I doe thinke.
Twenty dayes pardon thoust haue trulye,
And come againe and answere mee.'
\SBALLADS Child 45A.9
\N1 The bishopp bade the k\iing\r god night att a word;
He rode betwixt Cambridge and Oxenford,
But neu\ier\r a doctor there was soe wise
Cold shew him these questions or enterprise.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.10
\N1 Wherew\ii\rth the bishopp was nothing gladd,
But in his hart was heauy and sadd,
And hyed him home to a house in the countrye,
To ease some p\iar\rt of his melanchollye.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.11
\N1 His halfe-brother dwelt there, was feirce and fell,
Noe better but a shepard to the bishoppe himsell;
The shepard came to the bishopp anon,
Saying, My Lord, you are welcome home!
\SBALLADS Child 45A.12
\N1 `What ayles you,' q\iuo\rth the shepard, '\itha\rt you are soe sadd,
And had wonte to haue beene soe merry and gladd?'
`Nothing,' q\iuo\rth the bishopp, `I ayle att this time;
Will not thee availe to know, brother mine.'
\SBALLADS Child 45A.13
\N1 `Brother,' q\iuo\rth the shepeard, 'you haue heard itt,
\iTha\rt a f+foole may teach a wisemane witt;
Say me therfore whatsoeu\ier\r you will,
And if I doe you noe good, Ile doe you noe ill.'
\SBALLADS Child 45A.14
\N1 Q\iuo\rth the bishop: I haue beene att the court anon,
Before my prince is called K\iing\r Iohn,
And there he hath charged mee
Against his crowne w\ii\rth traitorye.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.15
\N1 If I cannott answer his misterye,
Three questions hee hath p\iro\rpounded to mee,
He will haue my land soe faire and free,
And alsoe the head from my bodye.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.16
\N1 The f+irst question was, to tell him in \itha\rt stead,
W\ii\rth the crowne of gold vpon his head,
Amongst his nobilitye, w\ii\rth ioy and much mirth,
To lett him know w\ii\rthin one penye what hee is worth.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.17
\N1 And secondlye, to tell him w\ii\rth-out any doubt
How soone he may goe the whole world about;
And thirdlye, to tell him, or ere I stint,
What is the thinge \itha\rt he does thinke.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.18
\N1 `Brother,' qu\io\rth the shepard, 'you are a man of learninge;
What neede you stand in doubt of soe small a thinge?
Lend me,' q\iuo\rth the shepard, 'yo\iu\rr ministers apparrell,
Ile ryde to the court and answere yo\iu\rr quarrell.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.19
\N1 `Lend me yo\iu\rr serving men, say me not nay,
W\ii\rth all yo\iu\rr best horsses \itha\rt ryd on the way;
Ile to the court, this matter to stay;
Ile speake w\ii\rth K\iing\r Iohn and heare what heele say.'
\SBALLADS Child 45A.20
\N1 The bishopp w\ii\rth speed p\ire\rpared then
To sett forth the shepard with horsse and man;
The shepard was liuely w\ii\rthout any doubt;
I wott a royall companye came to the court.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.21
\N1 The shepard hee came to the court anon
Before [his] prince \itha\rt was called K\iing\r Iohn.
As soone as the k\iing\r the shepard did see,
`O,' q\iuo\rth the king, 'Bishopp thou art welcome to me.'
The shepard was soe like the bishopp his brother,
The k\iing\r cold not know the one from the other.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.22
\N1 Q\iuo\rth the k\iing\r, Bishopp, thou art welcome to me
If thou can answer me my questions three.
Said the shepeard, If it please yo\iu\rr grace,
Show mee what the f+irst quest<i>on was.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.23
\N1 `First,' q\iuo\rth the k\iing\r, 'Tell mee in this stead,
W\ii\rth the crowne of gold vpon my head,
Amongst my nobilitye, w\ii\rth ioy and much mirth,
W\ii\rthin one pennye what I am worth.'
\SBALLADS Child 45A.24
\N1 Q\iuo\rth the shepard, To make yo\iu\rr grace noe offence,
I thinke you are worth nine and twenty pence;
For our L\iord\r Iesus, \itha\rt bought vs all,
For thirty pence was sold into thrall
Amongst the cursed Iewes, as I to you doe showe;
But I know Christ was one penye better then you.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.25
\N1 Then the k\iing\r laught, and swore by St Andrew
He was not thought to bee of such a small value.
`Secondlye, tell mee w\ii\rth-out any doubt
How soone I may goe the world round about.'
\SBALLADS Child 45A.26
\N1 Saies the shepard, It is noe time w\ii\rth yo\iu\rr grace to scorne,
But rise betime w\ii\rth the sun in the morne,
And follow his course till his vprising,
And then you may know w\ii\rthout any leasing.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.27
\N1 And this [to] yo\iu\rr grace shall proue the same,
You are come to the same place from whence you came;
[In] twenty-four houres, w\ii\rth-out any doubt,
Yo\iu\rr grace may the world goe round about;
The world round about, euen as I doe say,
If w\ii\rth the sun you can goe the next way.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.28
\N1 `And thirdlye tell me or eu\ier\r I stint,
What is the thing, bishoppe, \itha\rt I doe thinke.'
`\iTha\rt shall I doe,' q\iuo\rth the shepeard; 'For veretye,
You thinke I am the bishopp of Canterburye.'
\SBALLADS Child 45A.29
\N1 `Why, art not thou? the truth tell to me;
For I doe thinke soe,' q\iuo\rth the k\iing\r, 'By St Marye.'
`Not soe,' q\iuo\rth the shepeard; 'The truth shalbe knowne,
I am his poore shepeard; my brother is att home.'
\SBALLADS Child 45A.30
\N1 `Why,' q\iuo\rth the k\iing\r, 'if itt soe bee,
Ile make thee bishopp here to mee.'
`Noe, S\ii\rr,' q\iuo\rth the shepard, `I pray you be still,
For Ile not bee bishop but against my will;
For I am not f+itt for any such deede,
For I can neither write nor reede.'
\SBALLADS Child 45A.31
\N1 `Why then,' q\iuo\rth the k\iing\r, `Ile giue thee cleere
A pattent of three hundred pound a yeere;
\iTha\rt I will giue thee franke and free;
Take thee \itha\rt, shepard, for coming to me.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.32
\N1 `Free p\iar\rdon Ile giue,' the k\iing\rs grace said,
`To saue the bishopp, his land and his head;
W\ii\rth him nor thee Ile be nothing wrath;
Here is the p\iar\rdon for him and thee both.'
\SBALLADS Child 45A.33
\N1 Then the shepard he had noe more to say,
But tooke the p\iar\rdon and rode his way:
When he came to the bishopps place,
The bishopp asket anon how all things was.
\SBALLADS Child 45A.34
\N1 `Brother,' q\iuo\rth the shepard, `I haue well sped,
For I haue saued both yo\iu\rr land and yo\iu\rr head;
The k\iing\r w\ii\rth you is nothing wrath,
For heere is the p\iar\rdon for you and mee both.'
\SBALLADS Child 45A.35
\N1 Then the bishopes hart was of a merry cheere:
`Brother, thy paines Ile quitt them cleare;
For I will giue thee a patent to thee and to thine
Of f+ifty pound a yeere, land good and f+ine.'
\SBALLADS Child 45A.36
\N1 . . . . . .
. . . .
`I will to thee noe longer croche nor creepe,
Nor Ile serue thee noe more to keepe thy sheepe.'
\SBALLADS Child 45A.37
\N1 Whereeu\ier\r wist you shepard before,
\iTha\rt had in his head witt such store
To pleasure a bishopp in such a like case,
To answer three questions to the k\iing\rs grace?
Whereeu\ier\r wist you shepard gett cleare
Three hundred and f+ifty pound a yeere?
\SBALLADS Child 45A.38
\N1 I neu\ier\r hard of his fellow before.
Nor I neu\ier\r shall: now I need to say noe more.
I neu\ier\r knew shepeard \itha\rt gott such a liuinge
But David, the shepeard, \itha\rt was a k\iing\r.
\LBALLADS Child 45B.1
\N1 I\R\'\rLL tell you a story, a story anon,
Of a noble prince, and his name was King John;
For he was a prince, and a prince of great might,
He held up great wrongs, he put down great right.
\SBALLADS Child 45B.1r
\N1 Derry down, down hey, derry down
\SBALLADS Child 45B.2
\N1 I\'ll tell you a story, a story so merry,
Concerning the Abbot of Canterbury,
And of his house-keeping and high renown,
Which made him resort to fair London town.
\SBALLADS Child 45B.3
\N1 `How now, father abbot? \'Tis told unto me
That thou keepest a far better house than I;
And for [thy] house-keeping and high renown,
I fear thou has treason against my crown.'
\SBALLADS Child 45B.4
\N1 `I hope, my liege, that you owe me no grudge
For spending of my true-gotten goods:'
`If thou dost not answer me questions three,
Thy head shall be taken from thy body.
\SBALLADS Child 45B.5
\N1 `When I am set so high on my steed,
With my crown of gold upon my head,
Amongst all my nobility, with joy and much mirth,
Thou must tell me to one penny what I am worth.
\SBALLADS Child 45B.6
\N1 `And the next question you must not f+lout,
How long I shall be riding the world about;
And the third question thou must not shrink,
But tell to me truly what I do think.'
\SBALLADS Child 45B.7
\N1 `O these are hard questions for my shallow wit,
For I cannot answer your grace as yet;
But if you will give me but three days space,
I\'ll do my endeavor to answer your grace.'
\SBALLADS Child 45B.8
\N1 `O three days space I will thee give,
For that is the longest day thou hast to live.
And if thou dost not answer these questions right,
Thy head shall be taken from thy body quite.'
\SBALLADS Child 45B.9
\N1 And as the shepherd was going to his fold,
He spy\'d the old abbot come riding along:
`How now, master abbot? You\'r welcome home;
What news have you brought from good King John?'
\SBALLADS Child 45B.10
\N1 `Sad news, sad news I have thee to give,
For I have but three days space for to live;
If I do not answer him questions three,
My head will be taken from my body.
\SBALLADS Child 45B.11
\N1 `When he is set so high on his steed,
With his crown of gold upon his head,
Amongst all his nobility, with joy and much mirth,
I must tell him to one penny what he is worth.
\SBALLADS Child 45B.12
\N1 `And the next question I must not f+lout,
How long he shall be riding the world about;
And the third question I must not shrink,
But tell him truly what he does think.'
\SBALLADS Child 45B.13
\N1 `O master, did you never hear it yet,
That a fool may learn a wiseman wit?
Lend me but your horse and your apparel,
I\'ll ride to fair London and answer the quarrel.'
\SBALLADS Child 45B.14
\N1 `Now I am set so high on my steed,
With my crown of gold upon my head,
Amongst all my nobility, with joy and much mirth,
Now tell me to one penny what I am worth.'
\SBALLADS Child 45B.15
\N1 `For thirty pence our Saviour was sold,
Amongst the false Jews, as you have been told,
And nine and twenty\'s the worth of thee,
For I think thou are one penny worser than he.'
\SBALLADS Child 45B.16
\N1 `And the next question thou mayst not f+lout;
How long I shall be riding the world about.'
`You must rise with the sun, and ride with the same,
Until the next morning he rises again,
And then I am sure you will make no doubt
But in twenty-four hours you\'l ride it about.'
\SBALLADS Child 45B.17
\N1 `And the third question you must not shrink,
But tell me truly what I do think.'
`All that I can do, and \'twill make you merry;
For you think I\'m the Abbot of Canterbury,
But I\'m his poor shepherd, as you may see,
And am come to beg pardon for he and for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 45B.18
\N1 The king he turned him about and did smile,
Saying, Thou shalt be the abbot the other while:
`O no, my grace, there is no such need,
For I can neither write nor read.'
\SBALLADS Child 45B.19
\N1 `Then four pounds a week will I give unto thee
For this merry jest thou hast told unto me;
And tell the old abbot, when thou comest home,
Thou hast brought him a pardon from good King John.'
\LBALLADS Child 46A.1
\N1 THE laird of Bristoll\'s daughter was in the woods walking,
And by came Captain Wetherbourn, a servant to the king;
And he said to his livery man, Wer\'t not against the law,
I would tak her to mine ain bed, and lay her neist the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 46A.2
\N1 `I\'m into my father\'s woods, amongst my father\'s trees,
O kind sir, let mee walk alane, O kind sir, if you please;
The butler\'s bell it will be rung, and I\'ll be mist awa;
I\'ll lye into mine ain bed, neither at stock nor wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46A.3
\N1 `O my bonny lady, the bed it\'s not be mine,
For I\'ll command my servants for to call it thine;
The hangings are silk satin, the sheets are holland sma,
And we\'s baith lye in ae bed, but you\'s lye neist the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 46A.4
\N1 `And so, my bonny lady, -+-I do not know your name,-+-
But my name\'s Captain Wetherburn, and I\'m a man of fame;
Tho your father and a\' his men were here, I would na stand in awe
To tak you to mine ain bed, and lay you neist the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 46A.5
\N1 `Oh my bonny, bonny lady, if you\'ll gie me your hand,
You shall hae drums and trumpets to sound at your command;
Wi f+ifty men to guard you, sae weel their swords can dra,
And wee\'s baith lye in ae bed, but you\'s lye neist the wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46A.6
\N1 He\'s mounted her upon a steid, behind his gentleman,
And he himself did walk afoot, to had his lady on,
With his hand about her midle sae jimp, for fear that she should fa;
She man lye in his bed, but she\'ll not lye neist the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 46A.7
\N1 He\'s taen her into Edinburgh, his landlady cam ben:
`And monny bonny ladys in Edinburgh hae I seen,
But the like of this f+ine creature my eyes they never sa;'
`O dame bring ben a down-bed, for she\'s lye neist the wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46A.8
\N1 `Hold your tongue, young man,' she said, a+end dinna trouble me,
Unless you get to my supper, and that is dishes three;
Dishes three to my supper, tho I eat nane at a\',
Before I lye in your bed, but I winna lye neist the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 46A.9
\N1 `You maun get to my supper a cherry but a stane,
And you man get to my supper a capon but a bane,
And you man get a gentle bird that f+lies wanting the ga,
Before I lye in your bed, but I\'ll not lye neist the wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46A.10
\N1 `A cherry whan in blossom is a cherry but a stane;
A capon when he\'s in the egg canna hae a bane;
The dow it is a gentle bird that f+lies wanting the ga;
And ye man lye in my bed, between me and the wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46A.11
\N1 `Hold your tongue, young man,' she said, a+end dinna me perplex,
Unless you tell me questions, and that is questions six;
Tell me them as I shall ask them, and that is twa by twa,
Before I lye in your bed, but I\'ll not lye neist the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 46A.12
\N1 `What is greener than the grass, what\'s higher than the tree?
What\'s war than a woman\'s wiss, what\'s deeper than the sea?
What bird sings f+irst, and whereupon the dew down f+irst does fa?
Before I lye in your bed, but I\'ll lye neist the wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46A.13
\N1 `Virgus is greener than the grass, heaven\'s higher than the tree;
The deil\'s war than a woman\'s wish, hell\'s deeper than the sea;
The cock sings f+irst, on the Sugar Loaf the dew down f+irst does fa;
And ye man lye in my bed, betweest me and the wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46A.14
\N1 `Hold your tongue, young man,' she said, `I pray you give it oer,
Unless you tell me questions, and that is questions four;
Tell me them as I shall ask them, and that is twa by twa,
Before I lye in your bed, but I winna lye neist the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 46A.15
\N1 `You man get to me a plumb that does in winter grow;
And likewise a silk mantle that never waft gaed thro;
A sparrow\'s horn, a priest unborn, this night to join us twa,
Before I lye in your bed, but I winna lye neist the wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46A.16
\N1 `There is a plumb in my father\'s yeard that does in winter grow;
Likewise he has a silk mantle that never waft gaed thro;
A sparrow\'s horn, it may be found, there\'s ane in every tae,
There\'s ane upo the mouth of him, perhaps there may be twa.
\SBALLADS Child 46A.17
\N1 `The priest is standing at the door, just ready to come in;
Nae man could sae that he was born, to lie it is a sin;
For a wild boar bored him mother\'s side, he out of it did fa;
And you man lye in my bed, between me and the wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46A.18
\N1 Little kent Grizey Sinclair, that morning when she raise,
\'Twas to be the hindermost of a\' her single days;
For now she\'s Captain Wetherburn\'s wife, a man she never saw,
And she man lye in his bed, but she\'ll not lye neist the wa.
\LBALLADS Child 46B.1
\N1 THE Lord of Rosslyn\'s daughter gaed through the wud her lane,
And there she met Captain Wedderburn, a servant to the king.
He said unto his livery-man, Were\'t na agen the law,
I wad tak her to my ain bed, and lay her at the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 46B.2
\N1 `I\'m walking here my lane,' she says, `amang my father\'s trees;
And ye may lat me walk my lane, kind sir, now gin ye please.
The supper-bell it will be rung, and I\'ll be missd awa;
Sae I\'ll na lie in your bed, at neither stock nor wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46B.3
\N1 He said, My pretty lady, I pray lend me your hand,
And ye\'ll hae drums and trumpets always at your command;
And f+ifty men to guard ye wi, that weel their swords can draw;
Sae we\'ll baith lie in ae bed, and ye\'ll lie at the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 46B.4
\N1 `Haud awa frae me, kind sir, I pray let go my hand;
The supper-bell it will be rung, nae langer maun I stand.
My father he\'ll na supper tak, gif I be missd awa;
Sae I\'ll na lie in your bed, at neither stock nor wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46B.5
\N1 `O my name is Captain Wedderburn, my name I\'ll neer deny,
And I command ten thousand men, upo yon mountains high.
Tho your father and his men were here, of them I\'d stand na awe,
But should tak ye to my ain bed, and lay ye neist the wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46B.6
\N1 Then he lap aff his milk-white steed, and set the lady on,
And a\' the way he walkd on foot, he held her by the hand;
He held her by the middle jimp, for fear that she should fa;
Saying, I\'ll tak ye to my ain bed, and lay thee at the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 46B.7
\N1 He took her to his quartering-house, his landlady looked ben,
Saying, Monie a pretty ladie in Edinbruch I\'ve seen;
But sic \'na pretty ladie is not into it a\':
Gae, mak for her a f+ine down-bed, and lay her at the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 46B.8
\N1 `O haud awa frae me, kind sir, I pray ye lat me be,
For I\'ll na lie in your bed till I get dishes three;
Dishes three maun be dressd for me, gif I should eat them a\',
Before I lie in your bed, at either stock or wa.
\SBALLADS Child 46B.9
\N1 `\'Tis I maun hae to my supper a chicken without a bane;
And I maun hae to my supper a cherry without a stane;
And I maun hae to my supper a bird without a gaw,
Before I lie in your bed, at either stock or wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46B.10
\N1 `Whan the chicken\'s in the shell, I am sure it has na bane;
And whan the cherry\'s in the bloom, I wat it has na stane;
The dove she is a genty bird, she f+lees without a gaw;
Sae we\'ll baith lie in ae bed, and ye\'ll be at the wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46B.11
\N1 `O haud awa frae me, kind sir, I pray ye give me owre,
For I\'ll na lie in your bed, till I get presents four;
Presents four ye maun gie me, and that is twa and twa,
Before I lie in your bed, at either stock or wa.
\SBALLADS Child 46B.12
\N1 `\'Tis I maun hae some winter fruit that in December grew;
And I maun hae a silk mantil that waft gaed never through;
A sparrow\'s horn, a priest unborn, this nicht to join us twa,
Before I lie in your bed, at either stock or wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46B.13
\N1 `My father has some winter fruit that in December grew;
My mither has a silk mantil the waft gaed never through;
A sparrow\'s horn ye soon may f+ind, there\'s ane on evry claw,
And twa upo the gab o it, and ye shall get them a.
\SBALLADS Child 46B.14
\N1 `The priest he stands without the yett, just ready to come in;
Nae man can say he eer was born, nae man without he sin;
He was haill cut frae his mither\'s side, and frae the same let fa;
Sae we\'ll baith lie in ae bed, and ye\'se lie at the wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46B.15
\N1 `O haud awa frae me, kind sir, I pray don\'t me perplex,
For I\'ll na lie in your bed till ye answer questions six:
Questions six ye maun answer me, and that is four and twa,
Before I lie in your bed, at either stock or wa.
\SBALLADS Child 46B.16
\N1 `O what is greener than the gress, what\'s higher than thae trees?
O what is worse than women\'s wish, what\'s deeper than the seas?
What bird craws f+irst, what tree buds f+irst, what f+irst does on them fa?
Before I lie in your bed, at either stock or wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46B.17
\N1 `Death is greener than the gress, heaven higher than thae trees;
The devil\'s waur than women\'s wish, hell\'s deeper than the seas;
The cock craws f+irst, the cedar buds f+irst, dew f+irst on them does fa;
Sae we\'ll baith lie in ae bed, and ye\'se lie at the wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 46B.18
\N1 Little did this lady think, that morning whan she raise,
That this was for to be the last o a\' her maiden days.
But there\'s na into the king\'s realm to be found a blither twa,
And now she\'s Mrs. Wedderburn, and she lies at the wa.
\LBALLADS Child 46C.1
\N1 THE laird of Roslin\'s daughter walked thro the wood her lane,
And by came Captain Wedderburn, a servant to the Queen;
He said unto his serving man, Wer\'t not agaynst the law,
I would tak her to my ain house as lady o my ha.
\SBALLADS Child 46C.2
\N1 He said, My pretty ladye, I pray give me your hand;
You shall have drums and trumpets always at your command;
With f+ifty men to guard you, that well their swords can draw,
And I\'ll tak ye to my ain bed, and lay you next the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 46C.3
\N1 `I\'m walking in my feyther\'s shaws:' quo he, My charming maid,
I am much better than I look, so be you not afraid;
For I serve the queen of a\' Scotland, and a gentil dame is she;
So we\'se be married ere the morn, gin ye can fancy me.
\SBALLADS Child 46C.4
\N1 . . . . . .
. . . . .
`The sparrow shall toot on his horn, gif naething us befa,
And I\'ll mak you up a down-bed, and lay you next the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 46C.5
\N1 `Now hold away from me, kind sir, I pray you let me be;
I wont be lady of your ha till you answer questions three;
Questions three you must answer me, and that is one and twa,
Before I gae to Woodland\'s house, and be lady o your ha.
\SBALLADS Child 46C.6
\N1 `You must get me to my supper a chicken without a bone;
You must get me to my supper a cherry without a stone;
You must get me to my supper a bird without a ga,
Before I go to Woodland\'s house and be lady of your ha.'
\SBALLADS Child 46C.7
\N1 `When the cherry is in the bloom, I\'m sure it has no stone;
When the chicken\'s in the shell, I\'m sure it has nae bone;
The dove she is a gentil bird, and f+lies without a ga;
So I\'ve answered you your questions three, and you\'re lady of my ha.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 46C.8
\N1 `Questions three you must answer me: What\'s higher than the trees?
And what is worse than woman\'s voice? What\'s deeper than the seas?'
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 46C.9
\N1 He answered then so readily: Heaven\'s higher than the trees;
The devil\'s worse than woman\'s voice; hell\'s deeper than the seas;
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 46C.10
\N1 `One question still you must answer me, or you I laugh to scorn;
Go seek me out an English priest, of woman never born;'
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 46C.11
\N1 `Oh then,' quo he, 'My young brother from mother\'s side was torn,
And he\'s a gentil English priest, of woman never born;'
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 46C.12
\N1 Little did his lady think, that morning when she raise,
It was to be the very last of all her mayden days;
. . . .
. . . . .
\LBALLADS Child 47A.1
\N1 \R\'\rTWAS on a night, an evening bright,
When the dew began to fa,
Lady Margaret was walking up and down,
Looking oer her castle wa.
\SBALLADS Child 47A.2
\N1 She looked east and she looked west,
To see what she could spy,
When a gallant knight came in her sight,
And to the gate drew nigh.
\SBALLADS Child 47A.3
\N1 `You seem to be no gentleman,
You wear your boots so wide;
But you seem to be some cunning hunter,
You wear the horn so syde.'
\SBALLADS Child 47A.4
\N1 `I am no cunning hunter,' he said,
`Nor neer intend to be;
But I am come to this castle
To seek the love of thee.
And if you do not grant me love,
This night for thee I\'ll die.'
\SBALLADS Child 47A.5
\N1 `If you should die for me, sir knight,
There\'s few for you will meane;
For mony a better has died for me,
Whose graves are growing green.
\SBALLADS Child 47A.6
\N1 [`But ye maun read my riddle,' she said,
`And answer my questions three;
And but ye read them right,' she said,
`Gae stretch ye out and die.]
\SBALLADS Child 47A.7
\N1 `Now what is the f+lower, the ae f+irst f+lower,
Springs either on moor or dale?
And what is the bird, the bonnie bonnie bird,
Sings on the evening gale?'
\SBALLADS Child 47A.8
\N1 `The primrose is the ae f+irst f+lower
Springs either on moor or dale,
And the thristlecock is the bonniest bird
Sings on the evening gale.'
\SBALLADS Child 47A.9
\N1 [`But what\'s the little coin,' she said,
`Wald buy my castle bound?
And what\'s the little boat,' she said,
`Can sail the world all round?']
\SBALLADS Child 47A.10
\N1 `O hey, how mony small pennies
Make thrice three thousand pound?
Or hey, how mony salt f+ishes
Swim a\' the salt sea round?'
\SBALLADS Child 47A.11
\N1 `I think you maun be my match,' she said,
`My match and something mair;
You are the f+irst eer got the grant
Of love frae my father\'s heir.
\SBALLADS Child 47A.12
\N1 `My father was lord of nine castles,
My mother lady of three;
My father was lord of nine castles,
And there\'s nane to heir but me.
\SBALLADS Child 47A.13
\N1 `And round about a\' thae castles
You may baith plow and saw,
And on the f+ifteenth day of May
The meadows they will maw.'
\SBALLADS Child 47A.14
\N1 `O hald your tongue, Lady Margaret,' he said,
`For loud I hear you lie;
Your father was lord of nine castles,
Your mother was lady of three;
Your father was lord of nine castles,
But ye fa heir to but three.
\SBALLADS Child 47A.15
\N1 `And round about a\' thae castles
You may baith plow and saw,
But on the f+ifteenth day of May
The meadows will not maw.
\SBALLADS Child 47A.16
\N1 `I am your brother Willie,' he said,
`I trow ye ken na me;
I came to humble your haughty heart,
Has gard sae mony die.'
\SBALLADS Child 47A.17
\N1 `If ye be my brother Willie,' she said,
`As I trow weel ye be,
This night I\'ll neither eat nor drink,
But gae alang wi thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 47A.18
\N1 `O hold your tongue, Lady Margaret,' he said,
`Again I hear you lie;
For ye\'ve unwashen hands and ye\'ve unwashen feet,
To gae to clay wi me.
\SBALLADS Child 47A.19
\N1 `For the wee worms are my bedfellows,
And cauld clay is my sheets,
And when the stormy winds do blow,
My body lies and sleeps.'
\LBALLADS Child 47B.1
\N1 THERE was a knight, in a summer\'s night,
Appeard in a lady\'s hall,
As she was walking up and down,
Looking oer her castle wall.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.2
\N1 `God make you safe and free, fair maid,
God make you safe and free!'
`O sae fa you, ye courteous knight,
What are your wills wi me?'
\SBALLADS Child 47B.3
\N1 `My wills wi you are not sma, lady,
My wills wi you nae sma,
And since there\'s nane your bower within,
Ye\'se hae my secrets a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.4
\N1 `For here am I a courtier,
A courtier come to thee,
And if ye winna grant your love,
All for your sake I\'ll dee.'
\SBALLADS Child 47B.5
\N1 `If that ye dee for me, sir knight,
Few for you will make meen;
For mony gude lord\'s done the same,
Their graves are growing green.'
\SBALLADS Child 47B.6
\N1 `O winna ye pity me, fair maid,
O winna ye pity me?
O winna ye pity a courteous knight,
Whose love is laid on thee?'
\SBALLADS Child 47B.7
\N1 `Ye say ye are a courteous knight,
But I think ye are nane;
I think ye\'re but a millar bred,
By the colour o your claithing.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.8
\N1 `You seem to be some false young man,
You wear your hat sae wide;
You seem to be some false young man,
You wear your boots sae side.'
\SBALLADS Child 47B.9
\N1 `Indeed I am a courteous knight,
And of great pedigree;
Nae knight did mair for a lady bright
Than I will do for thee.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.10
\N1 `O I\'ll put smiths in your smithy,
To shoe for you a steed,
And I\'ll put tailors in your bower,
To make for you a weed.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.11
\N1 `I will put cooks in your kitchen,
And butlers in your ha,
And on the tap o yourn father\'s castle
I\'ll big gude corn and saw.'
\SBALLADS Child 47B.12
\N1 `If ye be a courteous knight,
As I trust not ye be,
Ye\'ll answer some o the sma questions
That I will ask at thee.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.13
\N1 `What is the fairest f+lower, tell me,
That grows in mire or dale?
Likewise, which is the sweetest bird
Sings next the nightingale?
Or what\'s the f+inest thing,' she says,
`That king or queen can wile?'
\SBALLADS Child 47B.14
\N1 `The primrose is the fairest f+lower
That grows in mire or dale;
The mavis is the sweetest bird
Next to the nightingale;
And yellow gowd\'s the f+inest thing
That king or queen can wale.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.15
\N1 `Ye hae asked many questions, lady,
I\'ve you as many told;'
`But how many pennies round
Make a hundred pounds in gold?
\SBALLADS Child 47B.16
\N1 `How many of the small f+ishes
Do swim the salt seas round?
Or what\'s the seemliest sight you\'ll see
Into a May morning?'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 47B.17
\N1 `Berry-brown ale and a birken speal,
And wine in a horn green;
A milk-white lace in a fair maid\'s dress
Looks gay in a May morning.'
\SBALLADS Child 47B.18
\N1 `Mony\'s the questions I\'ve askd at thee,
And ye\'ve answerd them a\';
Ye are mine, and I am thine,
Amo the sheets sae sma.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.19
\N1 `You may be my match, kind sir,
You may be my match and more;
There neer was ane came sic a length
Wi my father\'s heir before.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.20
\N1 `My father\'s lord o nine castles,
My mother she\'s lady ower three,
And there is nane to heir them all,
No never a ane but me;
Unless it be Willie, my ae brother,
But he\'s far ayont the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 47B.21
\N1 `If your father\'s laird o nine castles,
Your mother lady ower three,
I am Willie your ae brother,
Was far beyond the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 47B.22
\N1 `If ye be Willie, my ae brother,
As I doubt sair ye be,
But if it\'s true ye tell me now,
This night I\'ll gang wi thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 47B.23
\N1 `Ye\'ve ower ill washen feet, Janet,
And ower ill washen hands,
And ower coarse robes on your body,
Alang wi me to gang.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.24
\N1 `The worms they are my bed-fellows,
And the cauld clay my sheet,
And the higher that the wind does blaw,
The sounder I do sleep.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.25
\N1 `My body\'s buried in Dumfermline,
And far beyond the sea,
But day nor night nae rest coud get,
All for the pride o thee.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.26
\N1 `Leave aff your pride, jelly Janet,' he says,
`Use it not ony mair;
Or when ye come where I hae been
You will repent it sair.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.27
\N1 `Cast aff, cast aff, sister,' he says,
`The gowd lace frae your crown;
For if ye gang where I hae been,
Ye\'ll wear it laigher down.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.28
\N1 `When ye\'re in the gude church set,
The gowd pins in your hair,
Ye take mair delight in your feckless dress
Than ye do in your morning prayer.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.29
\N1 `And when ye walk in the church-yard,
And in your dress are seen,
There is nae lady that sees your face
But wishes your grave were green.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.30
\N1 `You\'re straight and tall, handsome withall,
But your pride owergoes your wit,
But if ye do not your ways refrain,
In Pirie\'s chair ye\'ll sit.
\SBALLADS Child 47B.31
\N1 `In Pirie\'s chair you\'ll sit, I say,
The lowest seat o hell;
If ye do not amend your ways,
It\'s there that ye must dwell.'
\SBALLADS Child 47B.32
\N1 Wi that he vanishd frae her sight,
Wi the twinkling o an eye;
Naething mair the lady saw
But the gloomy clouds and sky.
\LBALLADS Child 47C.1
\N1 ONCE there was a jolly hind squire
Appeard in a lady\'s ha,
And aye she walked up and down,
Looking oer her castle wa.
\SBALLADS Child 47C.2
\N1 `What is your wills wi me, kind sir?
What is your wills wi me?'
`My wills are [not] sma wi thee, lady,
My wills are [not] sma wi thee.
\SBALLADS Child 47C.3
\N1 `For here I stand a courtier,
And a courtier come to thee,
And if ye will not grant me your love,
For your sake I will die.'
\SBALLADS Child 47C.4
\N1 `If you die for my sake,' she says,
`Few for you will make moan;
Many better\'s died for my sake,
Their graves are growing green.
\SBALLADS Child 47C.5
\N1 `You appear to be some false young man,
You wear your hat so wide;
You appear to be some false young man,
You wear your boots so side.
\SBALLADS Child 47C.6
\N1 `An asking, asking, sir,' she said,
`An asking ye\'ll grant me:'
`Ask on, ask on, lady,' he said,
`What may your asking be?'
\SBALLADS Child 47C.7
\N1 `What\'s the f+irst thing in f+lower,' she said,
`That springs in mire or dale?
What\'s the next bird that sings,' she says,
`Unto the nightingale?
Or what is the f+inest thing,' she says,
`That king or queen can wile?'
\SBALLADS Child 47C.8
\N1 `The primrose is the f+irst in f+lower
That springs in mire or dale;
The thristle-throat is the next that sings
Unto the nightingale;
And yellow gold is the f+inest thing
That king or queen can wile.
\SBALLADS Child 47C.9
\N1 `You have asked many questions, lady,
I\'ve you as many told;'
`But how many pennies round
Make a hundred pounds in gold?
\SBALLADS Child 47C.10
\N1 `How many small f+ishes
Do swim the salt seas round?
Or what\'s the seemliest sight you\'ll see
Into a May morning?
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 47C.11
\N1 `There\'s ale into the birken scale,
Wine in the horn green;
There\'s gold in the king\'s banner
When he is f+ighting keen.'
\SBALLADS Child 47C.12
\N1 `You may be my match, kind sir,' she said,
`You may be my match and more;
There neer was one came such a length
With my father\'s heir before.
\SBALLADS Child 47C.13
\N1 `My father\'s lord of nine castles,
No body heir but me.'
`Your father\'s lord of nine castles,
Your mother\'s lady of three;
\SBALLADS Child 47C.14
\N1 `Your father\'s heir of nine castles,
And you are heir to three;
For I am William, thy ae brother,
That died beyond the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 47C.15
\N1 `If ye be William, my ae brother,
This night, O well is me!
If ye be William, my ae brother,
This night I\'ll go with thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 47C.16
\N1 `For no, for no, jelly Janet,' he says,
`For no, that cannot be;
You\'ve oer foul feet and ill washen hands
To be in my company.
\SBALLADS Child 47C.17
\N1 `For the wee wee worms are my bedfellows,
And the cold clay is my sheet,
And the higher that the winds do blow,
The sounder I do sleep.
\SBALLADS Child 47C.18
\N1 `Leave off your pride, jelly Janet,' he says,
`Use it not any more;
Or when you come where I have been
You will repent it sore.
\SBALLADS Child 47C.19
\N1 `When you go in at yon church door,
The red gold on your hair,
More will look at your yellow locks
Than look on the Lord\'s prayer.
\SBALLADS Child 47C.20
\N1 `When you go in at yon church door,
The red gold on your crown;
When you come where I have been,
You\'ll wear it laigher down.'
\SBALLADS Child 47C.21
\N1 The jolly hind squire, he went away
In the twinkling of an eye,
Left the lady sorrowful behind,
With many bitter cry.
\LBALLADS Child 47D.1
\N1 THERE cam a knicht to Archerdale,
His steed was winder sma,
An there he spied a lady bricht,
Luikin owre her castle wa.
\SBALLADS Child 47D.2
\N1 `Ye dinna seem a gentle knicht,
Though on horseback ye do ride;
Ye seem to be some sutor\'s son,
Your butes they are sae wide.'
\SBALLADS Child 47D.3
\N1 `Ye dinna seem a lady gay,
Though ye be bound wi pride;
Else I\'d gane bye your father\'s gate
But either taunt or gibe.'
\SBALLADS Child 47D.4
\N1 He turned aboot his hie horse head,
An awa he was boun to ride,
But neatly wi her mouth she spak:
Oh bide, f+ine squire, oh bide.
\SBALLADS Child 47D.5
\N1 `Bide, oh bide, ye hindy squire,
Tell me mair o your tale;
Tell me some o that wondrous lied
Ye\'ve learnt in Archerdale.
\SBALLADS Child 47D.6
\N1 `What gaes in a speal?' she said,
`What in a horn green?
An what gaes on a lady\'s head,
Whan it is washen clean?'
\SBALLADS Child 47D.7
\N1 `Ale gaes in a speal,' he said,
`Wine in a horn green;
An silk gaes on a lady\'s head,
Whan it is washen clean.'
\SBALLADS Child 47D.8
\N1 Aboot he turned his hie horse head,
An awa he was boun to ride,
When neatly wi her mouth she spak:
Oh bide, f+ine squire, oh bide.
\SBALLADS Child 47D.9
\N1 `Bide, oh bide, ye hindy squire,
Tell me mair o your tale;
Tell me some o that unco lied
You\'ve learnt in Archerdale.
\SBALLADS Child 47D.10
\N1 `Ye are as like my ae brither
As ever I did see;
But he\'s been buried in yon kirkyaird
It\'s mair than years is three.'
\SBALLADS Child 47D.11
\N1 `I am as like your ae brither
As ever ye did see;
But I canna get peace into my grave,
A\' for the pride o thee.
\SBALLADS Child 47D.12
\N1 `Leave pride, Janet, leave pride, Janet,
Leave pride an vanitie;
If ye come the roads that I hae come,
Sair warned will ye be.
\SBALLADS Child 47D.13
\N1 `Ye come in by yonder kirk
Wi the goud preens in your sleeve;
When you\'re bracht hame to yon kirkyaird,
You\'ll gie them a\' thier leave.
\SBALLADS Child 47D.14
\N1 `Ye come in to yonder kirk
Wi the goud plaits in your hair;
When you\'re bracht hame to yon kirkyaird,
You will them a\' forbear.'
\SBALLADS Child 47D.15
\N1 He got her in her mither\'s bour,
Puttin goud plaits in her hair;
He left her in her father\'s gairden,
Mournin her sins sae sair.
\LBALLADS Child 47E.1
\N1 FAIR MARGRET was a young ladye,
An come of high degree;
Fair Margret was a young ladye,
An proud as proud coud be.
\SBALLADS Child 47E.2
\N1 Fair Margret was a rich ladye,
The king\'s cousin was she;
Fair Margaret was a rich ladye,
An vain as vain coud be.
\SBALLADS Child 47E.3
\N1 She war\'d her wealth on the gay cleedin
That comes frae yont the sea,
She spent her time frae morning till night
Adorning her fair bodye.
\SBALLADS Child 47E.4
\N1 Ae night she sate in her stately ha,
Kaimin her yellow hair,
When in there cum like a gentle knight,
An a white scarf he did wear.
\SBALLADS Child 47E.5
\N1 `O what\'s your will wi me, sir knight,
O what\'s your will wi me?
You\'re the likest to my ae brother
That ever I did see.
\SBALLADS Child 47E.6
\N1 `You\'re the likest to my ae brother
That ever I hae seen,
But he\'s buried in Dunfermline kirk,
A month an mair bygane.'
\SBALLADS Child 47E.7
\N1 `I\'m the likest to your ae brother
That ever ye did see,
But I canna get rest into my grave,
A\' for the pride of thee.
\SBALLADS Child 47E.8
\N1 `Leave pride, Margret, leave pride, Margret,
Leave pride an vanity;
Ere ye see the sights that I hae seen,
Sair altered ye maun be.
\SBALLADS Child 47E.9
\N1 `O ye come in at the kirk-door
Wi the gowd plaits in your hair;
But wud ye see what I hae seen,
Ye maun them a\' forbear.
\SBALLADS Child 47E.10
\N1 `O ye come in at the kirk-door
Wi the gowd prins i your sleeve;
But wad ye see what I hae seen,
Ye maun gie them a\' their leave.
\SBALLADS Child 47E.11
\N1 `Leave pride, Margret, leave pride, Margret,
Leave pride an vanity;
Ere ye see the sights that I hae seen,
Sair altered ye maun be.'
\SBALLADS Child 47E.12
\N1 He got her in her stately ha,
Kaimin her yellow hair,
He left her on her sick sick bed,
Sheding the saut saut tear.
\LBALLADS Child 48.1
\N1 AS I was cast in my f+f+irst sleepe,
A dreadffull draught in my mind I drew,
Ffor I was dreamed of a yong man,
Some men called him yonge Andrew.
\SBALLADS Child 48.2
\N1 The moone shone bright, and itt cast a f+fayre light,
Sayes shee, Welcome, my honey, my hart, and my sweete!
For I haue loued thee this seuen long yeere,
And our chance itt was wee cold neuer meete.
\SBALLADS Child 48.3
\N1 Then he tooke her in his armes two,
And kissed her both cheeke and chin,
And twise or thrise he pleased this may
Before they tow did p\iar\rt in twinn.
\SBALLADS Child 48.4
\N1 Saies, Now, good s\ii\rr, you haue had yo\iu\rr will,
You can demand no more of mee;
Good s\ii\rr, remember what you said before,
And goe to the church and marry mee.
\SBALLADS Child 48.5
\N1 `Ffaire maid, I cannott doe as I wold;
. . . . .
Goe home and fett thy fathers redd gold,
And I\'le goe to the church and marry thee.
\SBALLADS Child 48.6
\N1 This ladye is gone to her f+fathers hall,
And well she knew where his red gold lay,
And counted f+forth f+ive hundred pound,
Besides all other iuells and chaines:
\SBALLADS Child 48.7
Itt was well counted vpon his knee;
\N1 And brought itt all to younge Andrew,
Then he tooke her by the lillye white hand,
And led her vp to an hill soe hye.
\SBALLADS Child 48.8
\N1 Shee had vpon a gowne of blacke veluett,
(A pittyffull sight after yee shall see:)
`Put of thy clothes, bonny wenche,' he sayes,
`For noe f+foote further thoust gang w\ii\rth mee.'
\SBALLADS Child 48.9
\N1 But then shee put of her gowne of veluett,
W\ii\rth many a salt teare from her eye,
And in a kirtle of f+f+ine breaden silke
Shee stood beffore young Andrews eye.
\SBALLADS Child 48.10
\N1 Sais, O put off thy kirtle of silke,
Ffor some and all shall goe with mee;
And to my owne lady I must itt beare,
Who I must needs loue better then thee.
\SBALLADS Child 48.11
\N1 Then shee put of her kirtle of silke,
W\ii\rth many a salt teare still f+from her eye;
In a peticoate of scarlett redd
Shee stood before young Andrewes eye.
\SBALLADS Child 48.12
\N1 Saies, O put of thy peticoate,
For some and all of itt shall goe w\ii\rth mee;
And to my owne lady I will itt beare,
W\ihi\rch dwells soe f+farr in a strange countrye
\SBALLADS Child 48.13
\N1 But then shee put of her peticoate,
W\ii\rth many a salt teare still from her eye,
And in a smocke of braue white silke
She stood before young Andrews eye.
\SBALLADS Child 48.14
\N1 Saies, O put of thy smocke of silke,
For some and all shall goe w\ii\rth mee;
Vnto my owne ladye I will itt beare,
\iTha\rt dwells soe f+farr in a strange countrye.
\SBALLADS Child 48.15
\N1 Sayes, O remember, young Andrew,
Once of a woman you were borne;
And f+for \itha\rt birth \itha\rt Marye bore,
I pray you let my smocke be vpon!
\SBALLADS Child 48.16
\N1 `Yes, f+fayre ladye, I know itt well,
Once of a woman I was borne;
Yett f+for noe birth \itha\rt Mary bore,
Thy smocke shall not be left here vpon.'
\SBALLADS Child 48.17
\N1 But then shee put of her head-geere f+f+ine;
Shee hadd billaments worth a hundred pound;
The hayre \itha\rt was vpon this bony wench head
Couered her bodye downe to the ground.
\SBALLADS Child 48.18
\N1 Then he pulled forth a Scottish brand,
And held itt there in his owne right hand;
Saies, Whether wilt thou dye vpon my swords point, ladye,
Or thow wilt goe naked home againe?
\SBALLADS Child 48.19
\N1 `Liffe is sweet,' then, 'S\ii\rr,' said shee,
`Therfore I pray you leaue mee w\ii\rth mine;
Before I wold dye on yo\iu\rr swords point,
I had rather goe naked home againe.
\SBALLADS Child 48.20
\N1 `My f+father,' shee sayes, 'is a right good erle
As any remaines in his countrye;
If euer he doe yo\iu\rr body take,
Yo\iu\r\'r sure to f+f+lower a gallow tree.
\SBALLADS Child 48.21
\N1 `And I haue seuen brethren,' shee sayes,
`And they are all hardy men and bold;
Giff euer the+: doe yo\iu\rr body take,
You must neuer gang quicke ou\ier\r the mold.'
\SBALLADS Child 48.22
\N1 `If yo\iu\rr f+father be a right good erle
As any remaines in his owne countrye,
Tush! he shall neuer by body take,
I\'le gang soe f+fast ouer the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 48.23
\N1 `If you have seuen brethren,"] he sayes,
`If they be neu\ier\r soe hardy or bold,
Tush! they shall neu\ier\r my body take,
I\'le gang soe f+fast into the Scottish mold.'
\SBALLADS Child 48.24
\N1 Now this ladye is gone to her fathers hall,
When euery body their rest did take;
But the Erle w\ihi\rch was her f+father
Lay waken for his deere daughters sake.
\SBALLADS Child 48.25
\N1 `But who is \itha\rt,' her f+father can say,
'\iTha\rt soe priuilye knowes the pinn?'
`It\'s Hellen, yo\iu\rr owne deere daughter, f+father,
I pray you rise and lett me in.'
\SBALLADS Child 48.26
\N1 . . . . .
`Noe, by my hood!' q\iuo\rth her f+father then,
`My [house] thoust neuer come w\ii\rthin,
W\ii\rthout I had my red gold againe.'
\SBALLADS Child 48.27
\N1 `Nay, yo\iu\rr gold is gone, f+father!' said shee,
. . . . .
`Then naked thou came into this world,
And naked thou shalt returne againe.'
\SBALLADS Child 48.28
\N1 `Nay! God f+forgaue his death, father,' shee sayes,
`And soe I hope you will doe mee;'
`Away, away, thou cursed woman,
I pray God an ill death thou may dye!'
\SBALLADS Child 48.29
\N1 Shee stood soe long quacking on the ground
Till her hart itt burst in three;
And then shee f+fell dead downe in a swoond,
And this was the end of this bonny ladye.
\SBALLADS Child 48.30
\N1 Ithe morning, when her f+father gott vpp,
A pittyffull sight there he might see;
His owne deere daughter was dead, w\ii\rthout clothes,
The teares they trickeled fast f+from his eye.
\SBALLADS Child 48.31
\N1 . . . . . .
Sais, Fye of gold, and f+fye of f+fee!
For I sett soe much by my red gold
\iTha\rt now itt hath lost both my daughter and mee!'
\SBALLADS Child 48.32
\N1 . . . . . .
But after this time he neere dought good day,
But as f+lowers doth fade in the frost,
Soe he did wast and weare away.
\SBALLADS Child 48.33
\N1 But let vs leaue talking of this ladye,
And talke some more of young Andrew;
Ffor f+false he was to this bonny ladye,
More pitty \itha\rt he had not beene true.
\SBALLADS Child 48.34
\N1 He was not gone a mile into the wild forrest,
Or halfe a mile into the hart of Wales,
But there they cought him by such a braue wyle
\iTha\rt hee must come to tell noe more tales.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 48.35
\N1 . . . . .
Ffull soone a wolfe did of him smell,
And shee came roaring like a beare,
And gaping like a f+feend of hell.
\SBALLADS Child 48.36
\N1 Soe they f+fought together like two lyons,
And f+ire betweene them two glashet out;
The+: raught eche other such a great rappe,
\iTha\rt there young Andrew was slaine, well I wott.
\SBALLADS Child 48.37
\N1 But now young Andrew he is dead,
But he was neuer buryed vnder mold,
For ther as the wolfe devoured him,
There lyes all this great erles gold.
\LBALLADS Child 49A.1
\N1 THERE were twa brethren in the north,
They went to the school thegither;
The one unto the other said,
Will you try a warsle afore?
\SBALLADS Child 49A.2
\N1 They warsled up, they warsled down,
Till Sir John fell to the ground,
And there was a knife in Sir Willie\'s pouch,
Gied him a deadlie wound.
\SBALLADS Child 49A.3
\N1 `Oh brither dear, take me on your back,
Carry me to yon burn clear,
And wash the blood from off my wound,
And it will bleed nae mair.'
\SBALLADS Child 49A.4
\N1 He took him up upon his back,
Carried him to yon burn clear,
And washd the blood from off his wound,
But aye it bled the mair.
\SBALLADS Child 49A.5
\N1 `Oh brither dear, take me on your back,
Carry me to yon kirk-yard,
And dig a grave baith wide and deep,
And lay my body there.'
\SBALLADS Child 49A.6
\N1 He\'s taen him up upon his back,
Carried him to yon kirk-yard,
And dug a grave baith deep and wide,
And laid his body there.
\SBALLADS Child 49A.7
\N1 `But what will I say to my father dear,
Gin he chance to say, Willie, whar\'s John?'
`Oh say that he\'s to England gone,
To buy him a cask of wine.'
\SBALLADS Child 49A.8
\N1 `And what will I say to my mother dear,
Gin she chance to say, Willie, whar\'s John?'
`Oh say that he\'s to England gone,
To buy her a new silk gown.'
\SBALLADS Child 49A.9
\N1 `And what will I say to my sister dear,
Gin she chance to say, Willie, whar\'s John?'
`Oh say that he\'s to England gone,
To buy her a wedding ring.'
\SBALLADS Child 49A.10
\N1 `But what will I say to her you loe dear,
Gin she cry, Why tarries my John?'
`Oh tell her I lie in Kirk-land fair,
And home again will never come.'
\LBALLADS Child 49B.1
\N1 THERE was two little boys going to the school,
And twa little boys they be,
They met three brothers playing at the ba,
And ladies dansing hey.
\SBALLADS Child 49B.2
\N1 `It\'s whether will ye play at the ba, brither,
Or else throw at the stone?'
`I am too little, I am too young,
O brother let me alone.'
\SBALLADS Child 49B.3
\N1 He pulled out a little penknife,
That was baith sharp and sma,
He gave his brother a deadly wound
That was deep, long and sair.
\SBALLADS Child 49B.4
\N1 He took the holland sark off his back,
He tore it frae breast to gare,
He laid it to the bloody wound,
That still bled mair and mair.
\SBALLADS Child 49B.5
\N1 `It\'s take me on your back, brother,' he says,
`And carry me to yon kirk-yard,
And make me there a very f+ine grave,
That will be long and large.
\SBALLADS Child 49B.6
\N1 `Lay my bible at my head,' he says,
`My chaunter at my feet,
My bow and arrows by my side,
And soundly I will sleep.
\SBALLADS Child 49B.7
\N1 `When you go home, brother,' he says,
`My father will ask for me;
You may tell him I am in Saussif town,
Learning my lesson free.
\SBALLADS Child 49B.8
\N1 `When you go home, brother,' he says,
`My mother will ask for me;
You may tell her I am in Sausaf town,
And I\'ll come home merrily.
\SBALLADS Child 49B.9
\N1 `When you go home, brother,' he says,
`Lady Margaret will ask for me;
You may tell her I\'m dead and in grave laid,
And buried in Sausaff toun.'
\SBALLADS Child 49B.10
\N1 She put the small pipes to her mouth,
And she harped both far and near,
Till she harped the small birds off the briers,
And her true love out of the grave.
\SBALLADS Child 49B.11
\N1 `What\'s this? what\'s this, lady Margaret?' he says,
\N1 `What\'s this you want of me?'
`One sweet kiss of your ruby lips,
That\'s all I want of thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 49B.12
\N1 `My lips they are so bitter,' he says,
`My breath it is so strong,
If you get one kiss of my ruby lips,
Your days will not be long.'
\LBALLADS Child 49C.1
\N1 THERE were twa brithers at ae scule;
As they were coming hame,
Then said the ane until the other
`John, will ye throw the stane?'
\SBALLADS Child 49C.2
\N1 `I will not throw the stane, brither,
I will not play at the ba;
But gin ye come to yonder wood
I\'ll warsle you a fa.'
\SBALLADS Child 49C.3
\N1 The f+irsten fa young Johnie got,
It brought him to the ground;
The wee pen-knife in Willie\'s pocket
Gied him a deadly wound.
\SBALLADS Child 49C.4
\N1 `Tak aff, tak aff, my holland sark,
And rive it frae gore to gore,
And stap it in my bleeding wounds,
They\'ll aiblins bleed noe more.'
\SBALLADS Child 49C.5
\N1 He pouit aff his holland sark,
And rave it frae gore to gore,
And stapt it in his bleeding wounds,
But ay they bled the more.
\SBALLADS Child 49C.6
\N1 `O brither, tak me on your back,
And bear me hence away,
And carry me to Chester kirk,
And lay me in the clay.'
\SBALLADS Child 49C.7
\N1 `What will I say to your father,
This night when I return?'
`Tell him I\'m gane to Chester scule,
And tell him no to murn.'
\SBALLADS Child 49C.8
\N1 `What will I say to your mother,
This nicht whan I gae hame?'
`She wishd afore I cam awa
That I might neer gae hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 49C.9
\N1 `What will I say to your true-love,
This nicht when I gae hame?'
`Tell her I\'m dead and in my grave,
For her dear sake alane.'
\SBALLADS Child 49C.10
\N1 He took him upon his back
And bore him hence away,
And carried him to Chester kirk,
And laid him in the clay.
\SBALLADS Child 49C.11
\N1 He laid him in the cauld cauld clay,
And he cuirt him wi a stane,
And he\'s awa to his fathers ha,
Sae dowilie alane.
\SBALLADS Child 49C.12
\N1 `You\'re welcome, dear son,' he said,
`You\'re welcome hame to me;
But what\'s come o your brither John,
That gade awa wi thee?'
\SBALLADS Child 49C.13
\N1 `Oh he\'s awa to Chester scule,
A scholar he\'ll return;
He bade me tell his father dear
About him no to murn.'
\SBALLADS Child 49C.14
\N1 `You\'re welcome hame, dear son,' she said,
`You\'re welcome hame to me;
But what\'s come o your brither John,
That gade awa wi thee?'
\SBALLADS Child 49C.15
\N1 `He bade me tell his mother dear,
This nicht when I cam hame,
Ye wisht before he gade awa,
That he might neer return.'
\SBALLADS Child 49C.16
\N1 Then next came up his true-love dear,
And heavy was her moan;
`You\'re welcome hame, dear Will,' she said,
`But whare\'s your brither John?'
\SBALLADS Child 49C.17
\N1 `O lady, cease your trouble now,
O cease your heavy moan;
He\'s dead and in the cauld cauld clay,
For your dear sake alone.'
\SBALLADS Child 49C.18
\N1 She ran distraught, she wept, she sicht,
She wept the sma brids frae the tree,
She wept the starns adoun frae the lift,
She wept the f+ish out o the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 49C.19
\N1 `O cease your weeping, my ain true-love,
Ye but disturb my rest;'
`Is that my ain true lover John,
The man that I loe best?'
\SBALLADS Child 49C.20
\N1 `\'Tis naething but my ghaist,' he said,
`That\'s sent to comfort thee;
O cease your weeping, my true-love,
And \'twill gie peace to me.'
\LBALLADS Child 49D.1
\N1 `O WILL ye gae to the school, brother?
Or will ye gae to the ba?
Or will ye gae to the wood a-warslin,
To see whilk o\'s maun fa?'
\SBALLADS Child 49D.2
\N1 `It\'s I winna gae to the school, brother,
Nor will I gae to the ba;
But I will gae to the wood a-warslin,
And it is you maun fa.'
\SBALLADS Child 49D.3
\N1 They warstled up, they warstled down,
The lee-lang simmer\'s day;
. . . . .
. . . .
\SBALLADS Child 49D.4
\N1 `O lift me up upon your back,
Tak me to yon wall fair;
You\'ll wash my bluidy wounds oer and oer,
And syne they\'ll bleed nae mair.
\SBALLADS Child 49D.5
\N1 `And ye\'ll tak aff my hollin sark,
And riv\'t frae gair to gair;
Ye\'ll stap it in my bluidy wounds,
And syne they\'ll bleed nae mair.'
\SBALLADS Child 49D.6
\N1 He\'s liftit his brother upon his back,
Taen him to yon wall fair;
He\'s washed his bluidy wounds oer and oer,
But ay they bled mair and mair.
\SBALLADS Child 49D.7
\N1 And he\'s taen aff his hollin sark,
And riven\'t frae gair to gair;
He\'s stappit it in his bluidy wounds,
But ay they bled mair and mair.
\SBALLADS Child 49D.8
\N1 `Ye\'ll lift me up upon your back,
Tak me to Kirkland fair;
Ye\'ll mak my greaf baith braid and lang,
And lay my body there.
\SBALLADS Child 49D.9
\N1 Ye\'ll lay my arrows at my head,
My bent bow at my feet,
My sword and buckler at my side,
As I was wont to sleep.
\SBALLADS Child 49D.10
\N1 `Whan ye gae hame to your father,
He\'ll speer for his son John:
Say, ye left him into Kirkland fair,
Learning the school alone.
\SBALLADS Child 49D.11
\N1 `When ye gae hame to my sister,
She\'ll speer for her brother John:
Ye\'ll say, ye left him in Kirkland fair,
The green grass growin aboon.
\SBALLADS Child 49D.12
\N1 `Whan ye gae hame to my true-love,
She\'ll speer for her lord John:
Ye\'ll say, ye left him in Kirkland fair,
But hame ye fear he\'ll never come.'
\SBALLADS Child 49D.13
\N1 He\'s gane hame to his father;
He speered for his son John:
`It\'s I left him into Kirkland fair,
Learning the school alone.'
\SBALLADS Child 49D.14
\N1 And whan he gaed hame to his sister,
She speered for her brother John:
`It\'s I left him into Kirkland fair,
The green grass growin aboon.'
\SBALLADS Child 49D.15
\N1 And whan he gaed home to his true-love,
She speerd for her lord John:
`It\'s I left him into Kirkland fair,
And hame I fear he\'ll never come.'
\SBALLADS Child 49D.16
\N1 `But whaten bluid\'s that on your sword, Willie?
Sweet Willie, tell to me;'
`O it is the bluid o my grey hounds,
They wadna rin for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 49D.17
\N1 `It\'s nae the bluid o your hounds, Willie,
Their bluid was never so red;
But it is the bluid o my true-love,
That ye hae slain indeed.'
\SBALLADS Child 49D.18
\N1 That fair may wept, that fair may mournd,
That fair may mournd and pin\'d:
`When every lady looks for her love,
I neer need look for mine.'
\SBALLADS Child 49D.19
\N1 `O whaten a death will ye die, Willie?
Now, Willie, tell to me;'
`Ye\'ll put me in a bottomless boat,
And I\'ll gae sail the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 49D.20
\N1 `Whan will ye come hame again, Willie?
Now, Willie, tell to me;'
`Whan the sun and moon dances on the green,
And that will never be.'
\LBALLADS Child 49E.1
\N1 THERE were twa brothers at the scule,
And when they got awa,
`It\'s will ye play at the stane-chucking,
Or will ye play at the ba,
Or will ye gae up to yon hill head,
And there we\'ll warsel a fa?'
\SBALLADS Child 49E.2
\N1 `I winna play at the stane-chucking,
Nor will I play at the ba;
But I\'ll gae up to yon bonnie green hill,
And there we\'ll warsel a fa.'
\SBALLADS Child 49E.3
\N1 They warsled up, they warsled down,
Till John fell to the ground;
A dirk fell out of William\'s pouch,
And gave John a deadly wound.
\SBALLADS Child 49E.4
\N1 `O lift me upon your back,
Take me to yon well fair,
And wash my bluidy wounds oer and oer,
And they\'ll neer bleed nae mair.'
\SBALLADS Child 49E.5
\N1 He\'s lifted his brother upon his back,
Taen him to yon well fair;
He\'s wash\'d his bluidy wounds oer and oer,
But they bleed ay mair and mair.
\SBALLADS Child 49E.6
\N1 `Tak ye aff my holland sark,
And rive it gair by gair,
And row it in my bluidy wounds,
And they\'ll neer bleed nae mair.'
\SBALLADS Child 49E.7
\N1 He\'s taken aff his holland sark,
And torn it gair by gair;
He\'s rowit it in his bluidy wounds,
But they bleed ay mair and mair.
\SBALLADS Child 49E.8
\N1 `Tak now aff my green cleiding,
And row me saftly in,
And tak me up to yon kirk-style,
Whare the grass grows fair and green.'
\SBALLADS Child 49E.9
\N1 He\'s taken aff the green cleiding,
And rowed him saftly in;
He\'s laid him down by yon kirk-style,
Whare the grass grows fair and green.
\SBALLADS Child 49E.10
\N1 `What will ye say to your father dear,
When ye gae hame at een?'
`I\'ll say ye\'re lying at yon kirk-style,
Whare the grass grows fair and green.'
\SBALLADS Child 49E.11
\N1 `O no, O no, my brother dear,
O you must not say so;
But say that I\'m gane to a foreign land,
Whare nae man does me know.'
\SBALLADS Child 49E.12
\N1 When he sat in his father\'s chair,
He grew baith pale and wan:
`O what blude\'s that upon your brow?
O dear son, tell to me;'
`It is the blude of my gray steed,
He wadna ride wi me.'
\SBALLADS Child 49E.13
\N1 `O thy steed\'s blude was neer sae red,
Nor eer sae dear to me:
O what blude\'s this upon your cheek?
O dear son, tell to me;'
`It is the blude of my greyhound,
He wadna hunt for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 49E.14
\N1 `O thy hound\'s blude was neer sae red,
Nor eer sae dear to me:
O what blude\'s this upon your hand?
O dear son, tell to me;'
`It is the blude of my gay goss-hawk,
He wadna f+lee for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 49E.15
\N1 `O thy hawk\'s blude was neer sae red,
Nor eer sae dear to me:
O what blude\'s this upon your dirk?
Dear Willie, tell to me;'
`It is the blude of my ae brother,
O dule and wae is me!'
\SBALLADS Child 49E.16
\N1 `O what will ye say to your father?
Dear Willie, tell to me;'
`I\'ll saddle my steed, and awa I\'ll ride,
To dwell in some far countrie.'
\SBALLADS Child 49E.17
\N1 `O when will ye come hame again?
Dear Willie, tell to me;'
`When sun and mune leap on yon hill,
And that will never be.'
\SBALLADS Child 49E.18
\N1 She turnd hersel right round about,
And her heart burst into three:
`My ae best son is deid and gane,
And my tother ane I\'ll neer see.'
\LBALLADS Child 49F.1
\N1 THERE were twa brothers in the east,
Went to the school o Ayr;
The one unto the other did say,
Come let us wrestle here.
\SBALLADS Child 49F.2
\N1 They wrestled up and wrestled down,
Till John fell to the ground;
There being a knife in Willie\'s pocket,
Gae John his deadly wound.
\SBALLADS Child 49F.3
\N1 `O is it for my gold, brother?
Or for my white monie?
Or is it for my lands sae braid,
That ye hae killed me?'
\SBALLADS Child 49F.4
\N1 `It is not for your gold,' he said,
`Nor for your white monie;
It is by the hand o accident
That I hae killed thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 49F.5
\N1 `Ye\'ll take the shirt that\'s on my back,
Rive it frae gair to gair,
And try to stop my bloody wounds,
For they bleed wonderous sair.'
\SBALLADS Child 49F.6
\N1 He\'s taen the shirt was on his back,
Reave it frae gare to gare,
And tried to stop his bleeding wounds,
But still they bled the mair.
\SBALLADS Child 49F.7
\N1 `Ye\'ll take me up upon your back,
Carry me to yon water clear,
And try to stop my bloody wounds,
For they run wonderous sair.'
\SBALLADS Child 49F.8
\N1 He\'s taen him up upon his back,
Carried him to yon water clear,
And tried to stop his bleeding wounds,
But still they bled the mair.
\SBALLADS Child 49F.9
\N1 `Ye\'ll take me up upon your back,
Carry me to yon church-yard;
Ye\'ll dig a grave baith wide and deep,
And then ye\'ll lay me there.
\SBALLADS Child 49F.10
\N1 `Ye\'ll put a head-stane at my head,
Another at my feet,
Likewise a sod on my breast-bane,
The souner I may sleep.
\SBALLADS Child 49F.11
\N1 `Whenever my father asks of thee,
Saying, What\'s become of John?
Ye\'ll tell frae me, I\'m ower the sea,
For a cargo of good wine.
\SBALLADS Child 49F.12
\N1 `And when my sweetheart asks of thee,
Saying, What\'s become of John?
Ye\'ll tell frae me, I\'m ower the sea,
To buy a wedding gown.
\SBALLADS Child 49F.13
\N1 `And when my sister asks of thee,
Saying, William, where is John?
Ye\'ll tell frae me, I\'m ower the sea,
To learn some merry sang.
\SBALLADS Child 49F.14
\N1 `And when my mother asks of thee,
Saying, William, where is John?
Tell her I\'m buried in green Fordland,
The grass growing ower my tomb.'
\SBALLADS Child 49F.15
\N1 He\'s taen him up upon his back,
Carried him to yon church-yard,
And dug a grave baith wide and deep,
And he was buried there.
\SBALLADS Child 49F.16
\N1 He laid a head-stane at his head,
Another at his feet,
And laid a green sod on his breast,
The souner he might sleep.
\SBALLADS Child 49F.17
\N1 His father asked when he came hame,
Saying, `William, where is John?'
Then John said, `He is ower the sea,
To bring you hame some wine.'
\SBALLADS Child 49F.18
\N1 `What blood is this upon you, William,
And looks sae red on thee?'
`It is the blood o my grey-hound,
He woudna run for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 49F.19
\N1 `O that\'s nae like your grey-hound\'s blude,
William, that I do see;
I fear it is your own brother\'s blood
That looks sae red on thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 49F.20
\N1 `That is not my own brother\'s blude,
Father, that ye do see;
It is the blood o my good grey steed,
He woudna carry me.'
\SBALLADS Child 49F.21
\N1 `O that is nae your grey steed\'s blude,
William, that I do see;
It is the blood o your brother John,
That looks sae red on thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 49F.22
\N1 `It\'s nae the blood o my brother John,
Father, that ye do see;
It is the blude o my good grey hawk,
Because he woudna f+lee.'
\SBALLADS Child 49F.23
\N1 `O that is nae your grey hawk\'s blood,
William, that I do see:'
`Well, it\'s the blude o my brother,
This country I maun f+lee.'
\SBALLADS Child 49F.24
\N1 `O when will ye come back again,
My dear son, tell to me?'
`When sun and moon gae three times round,
And this will never be.'
\SBALLADS Child 49F.25
\N1 `Ohon, alas! now William, my son,
This is bad news to me;
Your brother\'s death I\'ll aye bewail,
And the absence o thee.'
\LBALLADS Child 49G.1
\N1 AS John and William were coming home one day,
One Saturday afternoon,
Says John to William, Come and try a f+ight,
Or will you throw a stone?
Or will you come down to yonder, yonder town
Where the maids are all playing ball, ball, ball,
Where the maids are all playing ball?
\SBALLADS Child 49G.2
\N1 Says William to John, I will not try a f+ight,
Nor will I throw a stone,
Nor will I come down to yonder town,
Where the maids are all playing ball.
\SBALLADS Child 49G.3
\N1 So John took out of his pocket
A knife both long and sharp,
And stuck it through his brother\'s heart,
And the blood came pouring down.
\SBALLADS Child 49G.4
\N1 Says John to William, Take off thy shirt,
And tear it from gore to gore,
And wrap it round your bleeding heart,
And the blood will pour no more.'
\SBALLADS Child 49G.5
\N1 So John took off his shirt,
And tore it from gore to gore,
And wrapped it round his bleeding heart,
And the blood came pouring more.
\SBALLADS Child 49G.6
\N1 `What shall I tell your dear father,
When I go home to-night?'
`You\'ll tell him I\'m dead and in my grave,
For the truth must be told.'
\SBALLADS Child 49G.7
\N1 `What shall I tell your dear mother,
When I go home to-night?'
`You\'ll tell her I\'m dead and in my grave,
For the truth must be told.'
\SBALLADS Child 49G.8
\N1 `How came this blood upon your knife?
My son, come tell to me;'
`It is the blood of a rabbit I have killed,
O mother, pardon me.'
\SBALLADS Child 49G.9
\N1 `The blood of a rabbit couldnt be so pure,
My son, come tell to me:'
`It is the blood of a squirrel I have killed,
O mother, pardon me.'
\SBALLADS Child 49G.10
\N1 `The blood of a squirrel couldnt be so pure,
My son, come tell to me:'
`It is the blood of a brother I have killed,
O mother, pardon me.'
\LBALLADS Child 49[H.1]
\N1 Two pretty boys lived in the North,
The went to the school so rare;
The one unto the other said,
We\'ll try some battle of war.
\SBALLADS Child 49[H.2]
\N1 The worselaid up, the worselaid down,
Till John lay on the ground;
A pen-knife out of William\'s pocket
Gave John a deadly wound.
\SBALLADS Child 49[H.3]
\N1 `O is it for my gold?' he said,
`Or for my rich monie?
Or is it for my land sa broad,
That you have killed me?'
\SBALLADS Child 49[H.4]
\N1 `It\'s neither for your gold,' he said,
`Or for your rich monie,
But it is for your land sa broad
That I have killed thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 49[H.5]
\N1 `You\'ll take [me] up upon your back,
Carry me to Wastlen kirk-yard;
You\'ill houk a hole large and deep,
And lay my body there.
\SBALLADS Child 49[H.6]
\N1 `You\'ll put a good stone ou my head,
Another at me feet,
A good green turf upon my breast,
That the sounder I m<a>y sleep.
\SBALLADS Child 49[H.7]
\N1 `And if my father chance to ask
What\'s come of your brother John,
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . . .
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 49[H.8]
\N1 `What blood is this upon your coat?
I pray come tell to me;'
`It is the blood of my grey hound,
It would not run for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 49[H.9]
\N1 `The blood of your greyhound was near so red,
I pray come tell to me;'
`It is the blood of my black horse,
It would not hunt for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 49[H.10]
\N1 `The blood of your black horse was near so red,
I pray come tell to me;'
`It is the blood of my brother John,
Since better canna be.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 49[H.11]
\N1 He put his foot upon a ship,
Saying, I am gane our the sea;
`O when will you come back again,
I pray come tell to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 49[H.12]
\N1 `When the sun and the moon passes over the broom,
That<\'s] the day you\'ll never see.'
\LBALLADS Child 50.1
\N1 O MAY she comes, and may she goes,
Down by yon gardens green,
And there she spied a gallant squire
As squire had ever been.
\SBALLADS Child 50.2
\N1 And may she comes, and may she goes,
Down by yon hollin tree,
And there she spied a brisk young squire,
And a brisk young squire was he.
\SBALLADS Child 50.3
\N1 `Give me your green manteel, fair maid,
Give me your maidenhead;
Gif ye winna gie me your green manteel,
Gi me your maidenhead.'
\SBALLADS Child 50.4
\N1 He has taen her by the milk-white hand,
And softly laid her down,
And when he\'s lifted her up again
Given her a silver kaim.
\SBALLADS Child 50.5
\N1 `Perhaps there may be bairns, kind sir,
Perhaps there may be nane;
But if you be a courtier,
You\'ll tell to me your name.'
\SBALLADS Child 50.6
\N1 `I am nae courtier, fair maid,
But new come frae the sea;
I am nae courtier, fair maid,
But when I court\'ith thee.
\SBALLADS Child 50.7
\N1 `They call me Jack when I\'m abroad,
Sometimes they call me John;
But when I\'m in my father\'s bower
Jock Randal is my name.'
\SBALLADS Child 50.8
\N1 `Ye lee, ye lee, ye bonny lad,
Sae loud\'s I hear ye lee!
Ffor I\'m Lord Randal\'s yae daughter,
He has nae mair nor me.'
\SBALLADS Child 50.9
\N1 `Ye lee, ye lee, ye bonny may,
Sae loud\'s I hear ye lee!
For I\'m Lord Randal\'s yae yae son,
Just now come oer the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 50.10
\N1 She\'s putten her hand down by her spare,
And out she\'s taen a knife,
And she has putn\'t in her heart\'s bluid,
And taen away her life.
\SBALLADS Child 50.11
\N1 And he\'s taen up his bonny sister,
With the big tear in his een,
And he has buried his bonny sister
Amang the hollins green.
\SBALLADS Child 50.12
\N1 And syne he\'s hyed him oer the dale,
His father dear to see:
`Sing O and O for my bonny hind,
Beneath yon hollin tree!'
\SBALLADS Child 50.13

\N1 `What needs you care for your bonny hyn?
For it you needna care;
There\'s aught score hyns in yonder park,
And f+ive score hyns to spare.
\SBALLADS Child 50.14
\N1 `Four score of them are siller-shod,
Of thae ye may get three;'
`But O and O for my bonny hyn,
Beneath yon hollin tree!'
\SBALLADS Child 50.15
\N1 `What needs you care for your bonny hyn?
For it you need na care;
Take you the best, gi me the warst,
Since plenty is to spare.'
\SBALLADS Child 50.16
\N1 `I care na for your hyns, my lord,
I care na for your fee;
But O and O for my bonny hyn,
Beneath the hollin tree!'
\SBALLADS Child 50.17
\N1 `O were ye at your sister\'s bower,
Your sister fair to see,
Ye\'ll think na mair o your bonny hyn
Beneath the hollin tree.'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 51A.1
\N1 LIZIE WAN sits at her father\'s bower-door,
Weeping and making a mane,
And by there came her father dear:
`What ails thee, Lizie Wan?'
\SBALLADS Child 51A.2
\N1 `I ail, and I ail, dear father,' she said,
`And I\'ll tell you a reason for why;
There is a child between my twa sides,
Between my dear billy and I.'
\SBALLADS Child 51A.3
\N1 Now Lizie Wan sits at her father\'s bower-door,
Sighing and making a mane,
And by there came her brother dear:
`What ails thee, Lizie Wan?'
\SBALLADS Child 51A.4
\N1 `I ail, I ail, dear brither,' she said,
`And I\'ll tell you a reason for why;
There is a child bewteen my twa sides,
Between you, dear billy, and I.'
\SBALLADS Child 51A.5
\N1 `And hast thou tald father and mother o that?
And hast thou tald sae o me?'
And he has drawn his gude braid sword,
That hung down by his knee.

\SBALLADS Child 51A.6
\N1 And he has cutted aff Lizie Wan\'s head,
And her fair body in three,
And he\'s awa to his mothers bower,
And sair aghast was he.
\SBALLADS Child 51A.7
\N1 `What ails thee, what ails thee, Geordy Wan?
What ails thee sae fast to rin?
For I see by thy ill colour
Some fallow\'s deed thou hast done.'
\SBALLADS Child 51A.8
\N1 `Some fallow\'s deed I have done, mother,
And I pray you pardon me;
For I\'ve cutted aff my greyhound\'s head;
He wadna rin for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 51A.9
\N1 `Thy greyhound\'s bluid was never sae red,
O my son Geordy Wan!
For I see by thy ill colour
Some fallow\'s deed thou hast done.'
\SBALLADS Child 51A.10
\N1 `Some fallow\'s deed I hae done, mother,
And I pray you pardon me;
For I hae cutted aff Lizie Wan\'s head
And her fair body in three.'
\SBALLADS Child 51A.11
\N1 `O what wilt thou do when thy father comes hame,
O my son Geordy Wan?'
`I\'ll set my foot in a bottomless boat,
And swim to the sea-ground.'
\SBALLADS Child 51A.12
\N1 `And when will thou come hame again,
O my son Geordy Wan?'
`The sun and the moon shall dance on the green
That night when I come hame.'
\LBALLADS Child 51B.1
\N1 ROSIE she sat in her simmer bower,
Greitin and making grit mane,
When down by cam her father, saying,
What ails thee Rosie Ann?
\SBALLADS Child 51B.2
\N1 `A deal, a deal, dear father,' she said,
`Great reason hae I to mane,
For there lyes a little babe in my side,
Between me and my brither John.'
\SBALLADS Child 51B.3
\N1 Rosie she sat in her simmer bower,
Weeping and making great mane,
And wha cam doun but her mither dear,
Saying, What ails thee, Rosie Ann?
\SBALLADS Child 51B.4
\N1 `A deal, a deal, dear mither,' she said,
`Great reason hae I to mane,
For there lyes a little babe in my side,
Between me and my brither John.'
\SBALLADS Child 51B.5
\N1 Rosie she sat in her simmer bower,
Greiting and making great mane,
And wha came doun but her sister dear,
Saying, What ails thee, Rosie Ann?

\SBALLADS Child 51B.6
\N1 `A deal, a deal, dear sister,' she said,
`Great reason hae I to mane,
For there lyes a little babe in my side,
Between me and my brither John.'
\SBALLADS Child 51B.7
\N1 Rosie she sat in her simmer bower,
Weeping and making great mane,
And wha cam doun but her fause, fause brither,
Saying, What ails thee, Rosie Ann?
\SBALLADS Child 51B.8
\N1 `A deal, a deal, dear brither,' she said,
`Great reason hae I to cry,
For there lyes a little babe in my side,
Between yoursell and I.'
\SBALLADS Child 51B.9
\N1 `Weel ye hae tauld father, and ye hae tauld mither,
And ye hae tauld sister, a\' three;'
Syne he pulled out his wee penknife,
And he cut her fair bodie in three.
\SBALLADS Child 51B.10
\N1 `O what blude is that on the point o your knife,
Dear son, come tell to me?'
`It is my horse\'s, that I did kill,
Dear mother and fair ladie.'
\SBALLADS Child 51B.11
\N1 `The blude o your horse was neer sae red,
Dear son, come tell to me:'
`It is my grandfather\'s, that I hae killed,
Dear mother and fair ladie.'
\SBALLADS Child 51B.12
\N1 `The blude o your grandfather was neer sae fresh,
Dear son, come tell to me:'
`It is my sister\'s, that I did kill,
Dear mother and fair ladie.'
\SBALLADS Child 51B.13
\N1 `What will ye do when your father comes hame,
Dear son, come tell to me?'
`I\'ll set my foot on yon shipboard,
And I hope she\'ll sail wi me.'
\SBALLADS Child 51B.14
\N1 `What will ye do wi your bonny bonny young wife,
Dear son, come tell to me?'
`I\'ll set her foot on some other ship,
And I hope she\'ll follow me.'
\SBALLADS Child 51B.15
\N1 `And what will ye do wi your wee son,
Dear son, come tell to me?'
`I\'ll leave him wi you, my dear mother,
To keep in remembrance of me.'
\SBALLADS Child 51B.16
\N1 `What will ye do wi your houses and lands,
Dear son, come tell to me?'
\N1 `I\'ll leave them wi you, my dear mother,
To keep my own babie.'
\SBALLADS Child 51B.17
\N1 `And whan will you return again,
Dear son, come tell to me?'
`When the sun and the mune meet on yon hill,
And I hope that\'ll neer be.'
\LBALLADS Child 52A.1
\N1 THE king\'s young dochter was sitting in her window,
Sewing at her silken seam;
She lookt out o the bow-window,
And she saw the leaves growing green, my luve,
And she saw the leaves growing green.
\SBALLADS Child 52A.2
\N1 She stuck her needle into her sleeve,
Her seam down by her tae,
And she is awa to the merrie green-wood,
To pu the nit and slae.
\SBALLADS Child 52A.3
\N1 She hadna pu\'t a nit at a\',
A nit but scarcely three,
Till out and spak a braw young man,
Saying, How daur ye bow the tree?
\SBALLADS Child 52A.4
\N1 `It\'s I will pu the nit,' she said,
`And I will bow the tree,
And I will come to the merrie green wud,
And na ax leive o thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 52A.5
\N1 He took her by the middle sae sma,
And laid her on the gerss sae green,
And he has taen his will o her,
And he loot her up agen.
\SBALLADS Child 52A.6
\N1 `Now syn ye hae got your will o me,
Pray tell to me your name;
For I am the king\'s young dochter,' she said,
`And this nicht I daurna gang hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 52A.7
\N1 `Gif ye be the king\'s dochter,' he said,
`I am his auldest son;
I wish I had died on some frem isle,
And never had come hame!
\SBALLADS Child 52A.8
\N1 `The f+irst time I came hame, Jeanie,
Thou was na here nor born;
I wish my pretty ship had sunk,
And I had been forlorn!
\SBALLADS Child 52A.9
\N1 `The neist time I came hame, Jeanie,
Thou was sittin on the nourice knee;
And I wish my pretty ship had sunk,
And I had never seen thee!
\SBALLADS Child 52A.10
\N1 `And the neist time I came hame, Jeanie,
I met thee here alane;
I wish my pretty ship had sunk,
And I had neer come hame!'
\SBALLADS Child 52A.11
\N1 She put her hand down by her side,
And doun into her spare,
And she pou\'t out a wee pen-knife,
And she wounded hersell fu sair.
\SBALLADS Child 52A.12
\N1 Hooly, hooly rase she up,
And hooly she gade hame,
Until she came to her father\'s parlour,
And there she did sick and mane.
\SBALLADS Child 52A.13
\N1 `O sister, sister, mak my bed,
O the clean sheets and strae,
O sister, sister, mak my bed,
Down in the parlour below.'
\SBALLADS Child 52A.14
\N1 Her father he came tripping down the stair,
His steps they were fu slow;
`I think, I think, Lady Jean,' he said,
`Ye\'re lying far ower low.'
\SBALLADS Child 52A.15
\N1 `O late yestreen, as I came hame,
Down by yon castil wa,
O heavy, heavy was the stane
That on my briest did fa!'
\SBALLADS Child 52A.16
\N1 Her mother she came tripping doun the stair,
Her steps they were fu slow;
`I think, I think, Lady Jean,' she said,
`Ye\'re lying far ower low.'
\SBALLADS Child 52A.17
\N1 `O late yestreen, as I cam hame,
Down by yon castil wa,
O heavy, heavy was the stane
That on my breast did fa!'
\SBALLADS Child 52A.18
\N1 Her sister came tripping doun the stair,
Her steps they were fu slow;
`I think, I think, Lady Jean,' she said,
`Ye\'re lying far ower low.'
\N1 `O late yestreen, as I cam hame,
Doun by yon castil wa,
O heavy, heavy was the stane
That on my breast did fa!'
\SBALLADS Child 52A.19
\N1 Her brither he cam trippin doun the stair,
His steps they were fu slow;
He sank into his sister\'s arms,
And they died as white as snaw.
\LBALLADS Child 52B.1
\N1 LADY MARGARET sits in her bow-window,
Sewing her silken seam;
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 52B.2
\N1 She\'s drapt the thimble at her tae,
And her scissars at her heel,
And she\'s awa to the merry green-wood,
To see the leaves grow green.
\SBALLADS Child 52B.3
\N1 She had scarsely bowed a branch,
Or plucked a nut frae the tree,
Till up and starts a fair young man,
And a fair young man was he.
\SBALLADS Child 52B.4
\N1 `How dare ye shake the leaves?' he said,
`How dare ye break the tree?
How dare ye pluck the nuts,' he said,
`Without the leave of me?'
\SBALLADS Child 52B.5
\N1 . . . . . .
. . . . .
`Oh I know the merry green wood\'s my ain,
And I\'ll ask the leave of nane.'
\SBALLADS Child 52B.6
\N1 He gript her by the middle sae sma,
He gently sat her down,
While the grass grew up on every side,
And the apple trees hang down.
\SBALLADS Child 52B.7
\N1 She says, Young man, what is your name?
For ye\'ve brought me to meikle shame;
For I am the king\'s youngest daughter,
And how shall I gae hame?
\SBALLADS Child 52B.8
\N1 `If you\'re the king\'s youngest daughter,
It\'s I\'m his auldest son,
And heavy heavy is the deed, sister,
That you and I have done.'
\SBALLADS Child 52B.9
\N1 He had a penknife in his hand,
Hang low down by his gair,
And between the long rib and the short one
He woundit her deep and sair.
\SBALLADS Child 52B.10
\N1 . . . . . .
. . . . .
And fast and fast her ruddy bright blood
Fell drapping on the ground.
\SBALLADS Child 52B.11
\N1 She took the glove off her right hand,
And slowly slipt it in the wound,
And slowly has she risen up,
And slowly slipped home.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 52B.12
\N1 `O sister dear, when thou gaes hame
Unto thy father\'s ha,
It\'s make my bed baith braid and lang,
Wi the sheets as white as snaw.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 52B.13
\N1 `When I came by the high church-yard
Heavy was the stain that bruised my heel,
. . . . . . . that bruised my heart,
I\'m afraid it shall neer heal.'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 52C.1
\N1 AS Annie sat into her bower,
A thought came in her head,
That she would gang to gude greenwood,
Across the f+lowery mead.
\SBALLADS Child 52C.2
\N1 She hadna pu\'d a f+lower, a f+lower,
Nor broken a branch but twa,
Till by it came a gentle squire,
Says, Lady, come awa.
\SBALLADS Child 52C.3
\N1 There\'s nane that comes to gude greenwood
But pays to me a tein,
And I maun hae your maidenhead,
Or than your mantle green.
\SBALLADS Child 52C.4
\N1 `My mantle\'s o the f+inest silk,
Anither I can spin;
But gin you take my maidenhead,
The like I\'ll never f+in.'
\SBALLADS Child 52C.5
\N1 He\'s taen her by the milk-white hand,
And by the grass-green sleeve,
There laid her low in gude greenwood,
And at her spierd nae leave.
\SBALLADS Child 52C.6
\N1 When he had got his wills o her,
His wills as he had taen,
She said, If you rightly knew my birth,
Ye\'d better letten alane.
\SBALLADS Child 52C.7
\N1 `Is your father a lord o might?
Or baron o high degree?
Or what race are ye sprung frae,
That I should lat ye be?'
\SBALLADS Child 52C.8
\N1 `O I am Castle Ha\'s daughter,
O birth and high degree,
And if he knows what ye hae done,
He\'ll hang you on a tree.'
\SBALLADS Child 52C.9
\N1 `If ye be Castle Ha\'s daughter,
This day I am undone;
If ye be Castle Ha\'s daughter,
I am his only son.'
\SBALLADS Child 52C.10
\N1 `Ye lie, ye lie, ye jelly hind squire,
Sae loud as I hear you lie,
Castle Ha, he has but ae dear son,
And he is far beyond the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 52C.11
\N1 `O I am Castle Ha\'s dear son,
A word I dinna lie;
Yes, I am Castle Ha\'s dear son,
And new come oer the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 52C.12
\N1 `\'Twas yesterday, that fatal day,
That I did cross the faem;
I wish my bonny ship had sunk,
And I had neer come hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 52C.13
\N1 Then dowie, dowie, raise she up,
And dowie came she hame,
And stripped aff her silk mantle,
And then to bed she\'s gane.
\SBALLADS Child 52C.14
\N1 Then in it came her mother dear,
And she steps in the f+leer:
`Win up, win up, now fair Annie,
What makes your lying here?'
\SBALLADS Child 52C.15
\N1 `This morning fair, as I went out,
Near by yon castle wa,
Great and heavy was the stane
That on my foot did fa.'
\SBALLADS Child 52C.16
\N1 `Hae I nae ha\'s, hae I nae bowers,
Towers, or mony a town?
Will not these cure your bonny foot,
Gar you gae hale and soun?'
\SBALLADS Child 52C.17
\N1 `Ye hae ha\'s, and ye hae bowers,
And towers, and mony a town,
But nought will cure my bonny foot,
Gar me gang hale and soun.'
\SBALLADS Child 52C.18
\N1 Then in it came her father dear,
And he trips in the f+leer:
`Win up, win up, now fair Annie,
What makes your lying here?'
\SBALLADS Child 52C.19
\N1 `This morning fair, as I went out,
Near by yon castle wa,
Great and heavy was the stane
That on my foot did fa.'
\SBALLADS Child 52C.20
\N1 `Hae I nae ha\'s, hae I nae bowers,
And towers, and mony a town?
Will not these cure your bonny foot,
Gar you gang hale and soun?'
\SBALLADS Child 52C.21
\N1 `O ye hae ha\'s, and ye hae bowers,
And towers, and mony a town,
But nought will cure my bonny foot,
Gar me gang hale and soun.'
\SBALLADS Child 52C.22
\N1 Then in it came her sister Grace;
As she steps in the f+leer,
`Win up, win up, now fair Annie,
What makes your lying here?
\SBALLADS Child 52C.23
\N1 `Win up, and see your ae brother,
That\'s new come ower the sea;'
`Ohon, alas!' says fair Annie,
`He spake ower soon wi me.'
\SBALLADS Child 52C.24
\N1 To her room her brother\'s gane,
Stroked back her yellow hair,
To her lips his ain did press,
But words spake never mair.
\LBALLADS Child 52D.1
\N1 THE lady\'s taen her mantle her middle about,
Into the woods she\'s gane,
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 52D.2
\N1 She hadna poud a f+lower o gude green-wood,
O never a f+lower but ane,
Till by he comes, an by he gangs,
Says, Lady, lat alane.
\SBALLADS Child 52D.3
\N1 For I am forester o this wood,
And I hae power to pine
Your mantle or your maidenhead,
Which o the twa ye\'ll twine.
\SBALLADS Child 52D.4
\N1 `My mantle is o gude green silk,
Another I can card an spin;
But gin ye tak my maidenhead,
The like I\'ll never f+in.'
\SBALLADS Child 52D.5
\N1 He\'s taen her by the milk-white hand,
And by the grass-green sleeve,
And laid her low at the foot o a tree,
At her high kin spierd nae leave.
\SBALLADS Child 52D.6
\N1 `I am bold Burnet\'s ae daughter,
You might hae lat me be:'
`And I\'m bold Burnet\'s ae dear son,
Then dear! how can this dee?'
\SBALLADS Child 52D.7
\N1 `Ye lie, ye lie, ye jolly hind squire,
So loud\'s I hear you lie!
Bold Burnet has but ae dear son,
He\'s sailing on the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 52D.8
\N1 `Yesterday, about this same time,
My bonny ship came to land;
I wish she\'d sunken in the sea,
And never seen the strand!
\SBALLADS Child 52D.9
\N1 `Heal well this deed on me, lady,
Heal well this deed on me!'
`Although I would heal it neer sae well,
Our God above does see.'
\SBALLADS Child 52D.10
\N1 She\'s taen her mantle her middle about,
And mourning went she hame,
And a\' the way she sighd full sair,
Crying, Am I to blame!
\SBALLADS Child 52D.11
\N1 Ben it came her father dear,
Stout stepping on the f+lear:
`Win up, win up, my daughter Janet,
And welcome your brother here.'
\SBALLADS Child 52D.12
\N1 Up she\'s taen her milk-white hand,
Streakd by his yellow hair,
Then turnd about her bonny face,
And word spake never mair.
\LBALLADS Child 53A.1
\N1 IN London city was Bicham born,
He longd strange countries for to see,
But he was taen by a savage Moor,
Who handld him right cruely.
\SBALLADS Child 53A.2
\N1 For thro his shoulder he put a bore,
An thro the bore has pitten a tree,
An he\'s gard him draw the carts o wine,
Where horse and oxen had wont to be.
\SBALLADS Child 53A.3
\N1 He\'s casten [him] in a dungeon deep,
Where he coud neither hear nor see;
He\'s shut him up in a prison strong,
An he\'s handld him right cruely.
\SBALLADS Child 53A.4
\N1 O this Moor he had but ae daughter,
I wot her name was Shusy Pye;
She\'s doen her to the prison-house,
And she\'s calld Young Bicham one word by.
\SBALLADS Child 53A.5
\N1 `O hae ye ony lands or rents,
Or citys in your ain country,
Coud free you out of prison strong,
An coud mantain a lady free?'
\SBALLADS Child 53A.6
\N1 `O London city is my own,
An other citys twa or three,
Coud loose me out o prison strong,
An coud mantain a lady free.'
\SBALLADS Child 53A.7
\N1 O she has bribed her father\'s men
Wi meikle goud and white money,
She\'s gotten the key o the prison doors,
An she has set Young Bicham free.
\SBALLADS Child 53A.8
\N1 She\'s gi\'n him a loaf o good white bread,
But an a f+lask o Spanish wine,
An she bad him mind on the ladie\'s love
That sae kindly freed him out o pine.
\SBALLADS Child 53A.9
\N1 `Go set your foot on good ship-board,
An haste you back to your ain country,
An before that seven years has an end,
Come back again, love, and marry me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53A.10
\N1 It was long or seven years had an end
She longd fu sair her love to see;
She\'s set her foot on good ship-board,
An turnd her back on her ain country.
\SBALLADS Child 53A.11
\N1 She\'s saild up, so has she doun,
Till she came to the other side;
She\'s landed at Young Bicham\'s gates,
An I hop this day she sal be his bride.
\SBALLADS Child 53A.12
\N1 `Is this Young Bicham\'s gates?' says she,
`Or is that noble prince within?'
`He\'s up the stairs wi his bonny bride,
An monny a lord and lady wi him.'
\SBALLADS Child 53A.13
\N1 `O has he taen a bonny bride,
An has he clean forgotten me!'
An sighing said that gay lady,
I wish I were in my ain country!
\SBALLADS Child 53A.14
\N1 But she\'s pitten her han in her pocket,
An gin the porter guineas three;
Says, Take ye that, ye proud porter,
An bid the bridegroom speak to me.
\SBALLADS Child 53A.15
\N1 O whan the porter came up the stair,
He\'s fa\'n low down upon his knee:
`Won up, won up, ye proud porter,
An what makes a\' this courtesy?'
\SBALLADS Child 53A.16
`O I\'ve been porter at your gates
This mair nor seven years an three,
But there is a lady at them now
The like of whom I never did see.
\SBALLADS Child 53A.17
\N1 `For on every f+inger she has a ring,
An on the mid-f+inger she has three,
An there\'s as meikle goud aboon her brow
As woud buy an earldome o lan to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53A.18
\N1 Then up it started Young Bicham,
An sware so loud by Our Lady,
`It can be nane but Shusy Pye,
That has come oer the sea to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53A.19
\N1 O quickly ran he down the stair,
O f+ifteen steps he has made but three;
He\'s tane his bonny love in his arms,
An a wot he kissd her tenderly.
\SBALLADS Child 53A.20
\N1 `O hae you tane a bonny bride?
An hae you quite forsaken me?
An hae ye quite forgotten her
That gae you life an liberty?'
\SBALLADS Child 53A.21
\N1 She\'s lookit oer her left shoulder
To hide the tears stood in her ee;
`Now fare thee well, Young Bicham,' she says,
`I\'ll strive to think nae mair on thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 53A.22
\N1 `Take back your daughter, madam,' he says,
`An a double dowry I\'ll gi her wi;
For I maun marry my f+irst true love,
That\'s done and suffered so much for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53A.23
\N1 He\'s take his bonny love by the han,
And led her to yon fountain stane;
He\'s changd her name frae Shusy Pye,
An he\'s cald her his bonny love, Lady Jane.
\LBALLADS Child 53B.1
\N1 IN England was Young Brechin born,
Of parents of a high degree;
The selld him to the savage Moor,
Where they abused him maist cruellie.
\SBALLADS Child 53B.2
\N1 Thro evry shoulder they bord a bore,
And thro evry bore they pat a tree;
They made him draw the carts o wine,
Which horse and owsn were wont to drie.
\SBALLADS Child 53B.3
\N1 The pat him into prison strong,
Where he could neither hear nor see;
They pat him in a dark dungeon,
Where he was sick and like to die.
\SBALLADS Child 53B.4
\N1 `Is there neer an auld wife in this town
That\'ll borrow me to be her son?
Is there neer a young maid in this town
Will take me for her chiefest one?'
\SBALLADS Child 53B.5
\N1 A Savoyen has an only daughter,
I wat she\'s called Young Brichen by;
`O sleepst thou, wakest thou, Brichen?' she says,
`Or who is\'t that does on me cry?
\SBALLADS Child 53B.6
\N1 `O hast thou any house or lands,
Or hast thou any castles free,
That thou wadst gi to a lady fair
That out o prison wad bring thee?'
\SBALLADS Child 53B.7
\N1 `O lady, Lundin it is mine,
And other castles twa or three;
These I wad gie to a lady fair
That out of prison wad set me free.'
\SBALLADS Child 53B.8
\N1 She\'s taen him by the milk-white hand,
And led him to a towr sae hie,
She\'s made him drink the wine sae reid,
And sung to him like a mavosie.
\SBALLADS Child 53B.9
\N1 O these two luvers made a bond,
For seven years, and that is lang,
That he was to marry no other wife,
And she\'s to marry no other man.
\SBALLADS Child 53B.10
When seven years were past and gane,
This young lady began to lang,
And she\'s awa to Lundin gane,
To see if Brechin\'s got safe to land.
\SBALLADS Child 53B.11
\N1 When she came to Young Brechin\'s yett,
She chappit gently at the gin;
`Is this Young Brechin\'s yett?' she says,
`Or is this lusty lord within?'
`O yes, this is Lord Brechin\'s yett,
And I wat this be his bridal een.'
\SBALLADS Child 53B.12
\N1 She\'s put her hand in her pocket,
And thrawin the porter guineas three;
`Gang up the stair, young man,' she says,
`And bid your master come down to me.
\SBALLADS Child 53B.13
\N1 `Bid him bring a bite o his ae best bread,
And a bottle o his ae best wine,
And neer forget that lady fair
That did him out o prison bring.'
\SBALLADS Child 53B.14
\N1 The porter tripped up the stair,
And fell low down upon his knee:
`Rise up, rise up, ye proud porter,
What mean you by this courtesie?'
\SBALLADS Child 53B.15
\N1 `O I hae been porter at your yett
This thirty years and a\' but three;
There stands the fairest lady thereat
That ever my twa een did see.
\SBALLADS Child 53B.16
\N1 `On evry f+inger she has a ring,
On her mid-f+inger she has three;
She\'s as much gold on her horse\'s neck
As wad by a earldom o land to me.
\SBALLADS Child 53B.17
\N1 `She bids you send o your ae best bread,
And a bottle o your ae best wine,
And neer forget the lady fair
That out o prison did you bring.'
\SBALLADS Child 53B.18
\N1 He\'s taen the table wi his foot,
And made the cups and cans to f+lee:
`I\'ll wager a\' the lands I hae
That Susan Pye\'s come oer the sea.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 53B.19
\N1 Then up and spak the bride\'s mother:
`And O an ill deid may ye die!
If ye didna except the bonny bride,
Ye might hae ay excepted me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53B.20
\N1 `O ye are fair, and fair, madam,
And ay the fairer may ye be!
But the fairest day that eer ye saw,
Ye were neer sae fair as yon lady.'
\SBALLADS Child 53B.21
\N1 O when these lovers two did meet,
The tear it blinded baith their ee;
`Gie me my faith and troth,' she says,
`For now fain hame wad I be.'
\SBALLADS Child 53B.22
\N1 `Tak hame your daughter, madam,' he says,
`She\'s neer a bit the war o me;
Except a kiss o her bonny lips,
Of her body I am free;
She came to me on a single horse,
Now I\'ll send her hame in chariots three.'
\SBALLADS Child 53B.23
\N1 He\'s taen her by the milk-white hand,
And he\'s led her to a yard o stane;
He\'s changed her name frae Susan Pye,
And calld her lusty Lady Jane.
\LBALLADS Child 53C.1
\N1 YOUNG Bekie was as brave a knight
As ever saild the sea;
An he\'s doen him to the court of France,
To serve for meat and fee.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.2
\N1 He had nae been i the court of France
A twelvemonth nor sae long,
Til he fell in love with the king\'s daughter,
An was thrown in prison strong.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.3
\N1 The king he had but ae daughter,
Burd Isbel was her name;
An she has to the prison-house gane,
To hear the prisoner\'s mane.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.4
\N1 `O gin a lady woud borrow me,
At her stirrup-foot I wood rin;
Or gin a widow wad borrow me,
I woud swear to be her son.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.5
\N1 `Or gin a virgin woud borrow me,
I woud wed her wi a ring;
I\'d gi her ha\'s, I\'d gie her bowers,
The bonny towrs o Linne.'
\SBALLADS Child 53C.6
\N1 O barefoot, barefoot gaed she but,
An barefoot came she ben;
It was no for want o hose an shoone,
Nor time to put them on.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.7
\N1 But a\' for fear that her father dear
Had heard her making din:
She\'s stown the keys o the prison-house dor
An latten the prisoner gang.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.8
\N1 O whan she saw him, Young Bekie,
Her heart was wondrous sair!
For the mice but an the bold rottons
Had eaten his yallow hair.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.9
\N1 She\'s gien him a shaver for his beard,
A comber till his hair,
Five hunder pound in his pocket,
To spen, an nae to spair.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.10
\N1 She\'s gien him a steed was good in need,
An a saddle o royal bone,
A leash o hounds o ae litter,
An Hector called one.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.11
\N1 Atween this twa a vow was made,
\'Twas made full solemnly,
That or three years was come an gane,
Well married they should be.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.12
\N1 He had nae been in\'s ain country
A twelvemonth till an end,
Till he\'s forcd to marry a duke\'s daughter,
Or than lose a\' his land.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.13
\N1 `Ohon, alas!' says Young Beckie,
`I know not what to dee;
For I canno win to Burd Isbel,
And she kensnae to come to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53C.14
\N1 O it fell once upon a day
Burd Isbel fell asleep,
An up it starts the Belly Blin,
An stood at her bed-feet.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.15
\N1 `O waken, waken, Burd Isbel,
How [can] you sleep so soun,
Whan this is Bekie\'s wedding day,
An the marriage gain on?
\SBALLADS Child 53C.16
\N1 `Ye do ye to your mither\'s bowr,
Think neither sin nor shame;
An ye tak twa o your mither\'s marys,
To keep ye frae thinking lang.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.17
\N1 `Ye dress yoursel in the red scarlet,
An your marys in dainty green,
An ye pit girdles about your middles
Woud buy an earldome.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.18
\N1 `O ye gang down by yon sea-side,
An down by yon sea-stran;
Sae bonny will the Hollans boats
Come rowin till your han.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.19
\N1 `Ye set your milk-white foot abord,
Cry, Hail ye, Domine!
An I shal be the steerer o\'t,
To row you oer the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 53C.20
\N1 She\'s tane her till her mither\'s bowr,
Thought neither sin nor shame,
An she took twa o her mither\'s marys,
To keep her frae thinking lang.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.21
\N1 She dressd hersel i the red scarlet,
Her marys i dainty green,
And they pat girdles about their middles
Woud buy an earldome.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.22
\N1 An they gid down by yon sea-side,
An down by yon sea-stran;
Sae bonny did the Hollan boats
Come rowin to their han.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.23
\N1 She set her milk-white foot on board,
Cried, Hail ye, Domine!
An the Belly Blin was the steerer o\'t,
To row her oer the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.24
\N1 Whan she came to Young Bekie\'s gate,
She heard the music play;
Sae well she kent frae a\' she heard,
It was his wedding day.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.25
\N1 She\'s pitten her han in her pocket,
Gin the porter guineas three;
`Hae, tak ye that, ye proud porter,
Bid the bride-groom speake to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53C.26
\N1 O whan that he cam up the stair,
He fell low down on his knee:
He haild the king, an he haild the queen,
An he haild him, Young Bekie.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.27
\N1 `O I\'ve been porter at your gates
This thirty years an three;
But there\'s three ladies at them now,
Their like I never did see.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.28
\N1 `There\'s ane o them dressd in red scarlet,
And twa in dainty green,
An they hae girdles about their middles
Woud buy an earldome.'
\SBALLADS Child 53C.29
\N1 Then out it spake the bierly bride,
Was a\' goud to the chin;
`Gin she be braw without,' she says,
`We\'s be as braw within.'
\SBALLADS Child 53C.30
\N1 Then up it starts him, Young Bekie,
An the tears was in his ee:
`I\'ll lay my life it\'s Burd Isbel,
Come oer the sea to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53C.31
\N1 O quickly ran he down the stair,
An whan he saw \'twas shee,
He kindly took her in his arms,
And kissd her tenderly.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.32
\N1 `O hae ye forgotten, Young Bekie,
The vow ye made to me,
Whan I took you out o the prison strong,
Whan ye was condemnd to die?
\SBALLADS Child 53C.33
\N1 `I gae you a steed was good in need,
An a saddle o royal bone,
A leash o hounds o ae litter,
An Hector called one.'
\SBALLADS Child 53C.34
\N1 It was well kent what the lady said,
That it wasnae a lee,
For at ilka word the lady spake,
The hound fell at her knee.
\SBALLADS Child 53C.35
\N1 `Tak hame, tak hame your daughter dear,
A blessing gae her wi,
For I maun marry my Burd Isbel,
That\'s come oer the sea to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53C.36
\N1 `Is this the custom o your house,
Or the fashion o your lan,
To marry a maid in a May mornin,
An send her back at even?'
\LBALLADS Child 53D.1
\N1 YOUNG BEACHEN was born in fair London,
And foreign lands he langed to see;
He was taen by the savage Moor,
An the used him most cruellie.
\SBALLADS Child 53D.2
\N1 Through his showlder they pat a bore,
And through the bore the pat a tree;
They made him trail their ousen carts,
And they used him most cruellie.
\SBALLADS Child 53D.3
\N1 The savage Moor had ae daughter,
I wat her name was Susan Pay;
And she is to the prison house,
To hear the prisoner\'s moan.
\SBALLADS Child 53D.4
\N1 He made na his moan to a stocke,
He made na it to a stone,
Bit it was to the Queen of Heaven
That he made his moan.
\SBALLADS Child 53D.5
\N1 `Gin a lady wad borrow me,
I at her foot wad run;
An a widdow wad borrow me,
I wad become her son.
\SBALLADS Child 53D.6
\N1 `But an a maid wad borrow me,
I wad wed her wi a ring;
I wad make her lady of haas and bowers,
An of the high towers of Line.'
\SBALLADS Child 53D.7
\N1 `Sing oer yer sang, Young Beachen,' she says,
`Sing oer yer sang to me;'
`I never sang that sang, lady,
But I wad sing to thee.
\SBALLADS Child 53D.8
\N1 `Gin a lady wad borrow me,
I at her foot wad run;
An a widdow wad borrow me,
I wad become her son.
\SBALLADS Child 53D.9
\N1 `But an a maid wad borrow me,
I wad wed her wi a ring;
I wad make her lady of haas and bowers,
An of the high towers of Line.'
\SBALLADS Child 53D.10
\N1 Saftly, [saftly] gaed she but,
An saftlly gaed she ben,
It was na for want of hose nor shoon,
Nor time to pet them on.
\SBALLADS Child 53D.11
\N1 . . . . .
. . . . .
An she has staen the keys of the prison,
An latten Young Beachen gang.
\SBALLADS Child 53D.12
\N1 She gae him a leaf of her white bread,
An a bottle of her wine,
She bad him mind on the lady\'s love
That freed him out of pine.
\SBALLADS Child 53D.13
\N1 She gae him a steed was guid in need,
A saddle of the bane,
Five hundred pown in his pocket,
Bad him gae speeding hame.
\SBALLADS Child 53D.14
\N1 An a leash of guid grayhounds,
. . . . .
. . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 53D.15
\N1 Whan seven lang years were come and gane,
Shusie Pay thought lang,
An she is on to fair London,
As fast as she could gang.
\SBALLADS Child 53D.16
\N1 Whan she cam to Young Beachen\'s gate,
. . . . .
`Is Young Beachan at hame,
Or is he in this countrie?'
\SBALLADS Child 53D.17
\N1 `He is at hame, is hear,' they said,
. . . . .
An sighan says her Susie Pay,
Has he quite forgotten me?
\SBALLADS Child 53D.18
\N1 On every f+inger she had a ring,
On the middle f+inger three;
She gae the porter ane of them:
`Get a word o your lord to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53D.19
\N1 He gaed up the stair,
Fell low down on his knee:
`Win up, my proud porter,
What is your will wi me?'
\SBALLADS Child 53D.20
\N1 `I hae been porter at yer gate
This thirty year and three;
The fairst lady is at yer gate
Mine eyes did ever see.'
\SBALLADS Child 53D.21
\N1 Out spak the bride\'s mither,
An a haghty woman was she:
`If ye had na eccepted the bonny bride,
Ye might well ha eccepted me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53D.22
\N1 `No disparagement to you, madam,
Nor none unto her Grace;
The sole of yonr lady\'s foot
Is fairer than her face.'
\SBALLADS Child 53D.23
\N1 He\'s gaen the table wi his foot,
And couped it wi his knee:
`I wad my head and a\' my land
\'Tis Susie Pay, come oer the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 53D.24
\N1 The stair was thirty steps,
I wat he made them three;
He took her in his arms twa:
`Susie Pay, ye\'r welcome to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53D.25
\N1 `Gie me a shive of your white bread,
An a bottle of your wine;
Dinna ye mind on the lady\'s love
That freed ye out of pine?'
\SBALLADS Child 53D.26
\N1 He took her . . . .
Down to yon garden green,
An changed her name fra Susie Pay,
An called her bonny Lady Jean.
\SBALLADS Child 53D.27
\N1 `Yer daughter came here on high horse-back,
She sal gae hame in coaches three,
An I sall double her tocher our,
She\'s nane the war o me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53D.28
\N1 `It\'s na the fashion o our countrie,
Nor yet o yer nane,
To wed a maid in the morning,
An send her hame at een.'
\SBALLADS Child 53D.29
\N1 `It\'s na the fashion o my countrie,
Nor is it of my nane,
But I man mind on the lady\'s love
That freed me out of pine.'
\LBALLADS Child 53E.1
\N1 IN London was Young Beichan born,
He longed strange countries for to see,
But he was taen by a savage Moor,
Who handled him right cruellie.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.2
\N1 For he viewed the fashions of that land,
Their way of worship viewed he,
But to Mahound or Termagant
Would Beichan never bend a knee.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.3
\N1 So in every shoulder they\'ve putten a bore,
In every bore they\'ve putten a tree,
And they have made him trail the wine
And spices on his fair bodie.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.4
\N1 They\'ve casten him in a dungeon deep,
Where he could neither hear nor see,
For seven years they kept him there,
Till he for hunger\'s like to die.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.5
\N1 This Moor he had but ae daughter,
Her name was called Susie Pye,
And every day as she took the air,
Near Beichan\'s prison she passed by.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.6
\N1 O so it fell upon a day
She heard Young Beichan sadly sing:
`My hounds they all go masterless,
My hawks they f+lee from tree to tree,
My younger brother will heir my land,
Fair England again I\'ll never see!'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.7
\N1 All night long no rest she got,
Young Beichan\'s song for thinking on;
She\'s stown the keys from her father\'s head,
And to the prison strong is gone.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.8
\N1 And she has opend the prison doors,
I wot she opend two or three,
Ere she could come Young Beichan at,
He was locked up so curiouslie.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.9
\N1 But when she came Young Beichan before,
Sore wonderd he that may to see;
He took her for some fair captive:
`Fair Lady, I pray, of what countrie?'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.10
\N1 `O have ye any lands,' she said,
`Or castles in your own countrie,
That ye could give to a lady fair,
From prison strong to set you free?'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.11
\N1 `Near London town I have a hall,
With other castles two or three;
I\'ll give them all to the lady fair
That out of prison will set me free.'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.12
\N1 `Give me the truth of your right hand,
The truth of it give unto me,
That for seven years ye\'ll no lady wed,
Unless it be along with me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.13
\N1 `I\'ll give thee the truth of my right hand,
The truth of it I\'ll freely gie,
That for seven years I\'ll stay unwed,
For the kindness thou dost show to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.14
\N1 And she has brib\'d the proud warder
Wi mickle gold and white monie,
She\'s gotten the keys of the prison strong,
And she has set Young Beichan free.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.15
\N1 She\'s gien him to eat the good spice-cake,
She\'s gien him to drink the blood-red wine,
She\'s bidden him sometimes think on her,
That sae kindly freed him out of pine.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.16
\N1 She\'s broken a ring from her f+inger,
And to Beichan half of it gave she:
`Keep it, to mind you of that love
The lady bore that set you free.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.17
\N1 `And set your foot on good ship-board,
And haste ye back to your own countrie,
And before that seven years have an end,
Come back again, love, and marry me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.18
\N1 But long ere seven years had an end,
She longd full sore her love to see,
For ever a voice within her breast
Said, `Beichan has broke his vow to thee:'
So she\'s set her foot on good ship-board,
And turnd her back on her own countrie.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.19
\N1 She sailed east, she sailed west,
Till to fair England\'s shore she came,
Where a bonny shepherd she espied,
Feeding his sheep upon the plain.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.20
\N1 `What news, what news, thou bonny shepherd?
What news hast thou to tell to me?'
`Such news I hear, ladie,' he says,
`The like was never in this countrie.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.21
\N1 `There is a wedding in yonder hall,
Has lasted these thirty days and three;
Young Beichan will not bed with his bride,
For love of one that\'s yond the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.22
\N1 She\'s put her hand in her pocket,
Gien him the gold and white monie:
`Hae, take ye that, my bonny boy,
For the good news thou tellst to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.23
\N1 When she came to Young Beichan\'s gate,
She tirled softly at the pin;
So ready was the proud porter
To open and let this lady in.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.24
\N1 `Is this Young Beichan\'s hall,' she said,
`O is that noble lord within?'
`Yea, he\'s in the hall among them all,
And this is the day o his weddin.'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.25
\N1 `And has he wed anither love?
And has he clean forgotten me?'
And sighin said that gay ladie,
I wish I were in my own countrie!
\SBALLADS Child 53E.26
\N1 And she has taen her gay gold ring,
That with her love she brake so free;
Says, Gie him that, ye proud porter,
And bid the bridegroom speak to me.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.27
\N1 When the porter came his lord before,
He kneeled down low on his knee:
`What aileth thee, my proud porter,
Thou art so full of courtesie?'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.28
\N1 `I\'ve been porter at your gates,
It\'s thirty long years now and three;
But there stands a lady at them now,
The like o her did I never see.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.29
\N1 `For on every f+inger she has a ring,
And on her mid-f+inger she has three,
And as meickle gold aboon her brow
As would buy an earldom to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.30
\N1 It\'s out then spak the bride\'s mother,
Aye and an angry woman was shee:
`Ye might have excepted our bonny bride,
And twa or three of our companie.'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.31
\N1 `O hold your tongue, thou bride\'s mother,
Of all your folly let me be;
She\'s ten times fairer nor the bride,
And all that\'s in your companie.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.32
\N1 `She begs one sheave of your white bread,
But and a cup of your red wine,
And to remember the lady\'s love
That last relievd you out of pine.'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.33
\N1 `O well-a-day!' said Beichan then,
`That I so soon have married thee!
For it can be none but Susie Pye,
That sailed the sea for love of me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.34
\N1 And quickly hied he down the stair;
Of f+ifteen steps he made but three;
He\'s taen his bonny love in his arms,
And kist and kist her tenderlie.
\SBALLADS Child 53E.35
\N1 `O hae ye taen anither bride?
And hae ye quite forgotten me?
And hae ye quite forgotten her
That gave your life and libertie?'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.36
\N1 She looked oer her left shoulder,
To hide the tears stood in her ee:
`Now fare thee well, Young Beichan,' she says,
`I\'ll try to think no more on thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.37
\N1 `O never, never, Susie Pye,
For surely this can never be,
Nor ever shall I wed but her
That\'s done and dreed so much for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.38
\N1 Then out and spak the forenoon bride:
`My lord, your love it changeth soon;
This morning I was made your bride,
And another chose ere it be noon.'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.39
\N1 O hold thy tongue, thou forenoon bride,
Ye\'re neer a whit the worse for me,
And whan ye return to your own countrie,
A double dower I\'ll send with thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.40
\N1 He\'s taen Susie Pye by the white hand,
And gently led her up and down,
And ay as he kist her red rosy lips,
`Ye\'re welcome, jewel, to your own.'
\SBALLADS Child 53E.41
\N1 He\'s taen her by the milk-white hand,
And led her to yon fountain stane;
He\'s changed her name from Susie Pye,
And he\'s call\'d her his bonny love, Lady Jane.
\LBALLADS Child 53F.1
\N1 IN the lands whre Lord Beichan was born,
Amang the stately steps of stane,
He wore the goud at his left shoulder,
But to the Holy Land he\'s gane.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.2
\N1 He was na lang in the Holy Land,
Amang the Prudents that was black,
He was na lang in the Holy Land,
Till the Prudent did Lord Beichan tak.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.3
\N1 The gard him draw baith pleugh and harrow,
And horse and oxen twa or three;
They cast him in a dark dungeon,
Whare he coud neither hear nor see.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.4
\N1 The Prudent had a fair daughter,
I wot they ca\'d her Susy Pye,
And all the keys in that city
Hang at that lady by and bye.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.5
\N1 It once fell out upon a day
That into the prison she did gae,
And whan she cam to the prison door,
She kneeled low down on her knee.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.6
\N1 `O hae ye ony lands, Beichan,
Or hae ye ony castles hie,
Whar ye wad tak a young thing to,
If out of prison I wad let thee?'
\SBALLADS Child 53F.7
\N1 `Fair London\'s mine, dear lady,' he said,
`And other places twa or three,
Whar I wad tak a young thing to,
If out of prison ye wad let me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53F.8
\N1 O she has opened the prison door,
And other places twa or three,
And gien him bread, and wine to drink,
In her own chamber privately.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.9
\N1 O then she built a bonny ship,
And she has set it on the main,
And she has built a bonny ship,
It\'s for to tak Lord Beichan hame.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.10
\N1 O she\'s gaen murning up and down,
And she\'s gaen murnin to the sea,
Then to her father she has gane in,
Wha spak to her right angrily.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.11
\N1 `O do ye mourn for the goud, daughter,
Or do ye mourn for the whyte monie?
Or do ye mourn for the English squire?
I wat I will gar hang him hie.'
\SBALLADS Child 53F.12
\N1 `I neither mourn for the goud, father,
Nor do I for the whyte monie,
Nor do I for the English squire;
And I care na tho ye hang him hie.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.13
\N1 `But I hae promised an errand to go,
Seven lang miles ayont the sea,
And blythe and merry I never will be
Untill that errand you let me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53F.14
\N1 `That errand, daughter, you may gang,
Seven long miles beyond the sea,
Since blythe and merry you\'ll neer be
Untill that errand I\'ll let thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 53F.15
\N1 O she has built a bonny ship,
And she has set it in the sea,
And she has built a bonny ship,
It\'s all for to tak her a long journie.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.16
\N1 And she\'s sailed a\' the summer day,
I wat the wind blew wondrous fair;
In sight of fair London she has come,
And till Lord Beichan\'s yett she walked.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.17
\N1 Whan she cam till Lord Beichan\'s yett,
She rappit loudly at the pin:
`Is Beichan lord of this bonny place?
I pray ye open and let me in.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.18
\N1 `And O is this Lord Beichan\'s yett,
And is the noble lord within?'
`O yes, it is Lord Beichan\'s yett,
He\'s wi his bride and mony a ane.'
\SBALLADS Child 53F.19
\N1 `If you\'ll gang up to Lord Beichan,
Tell him the words that I tell thee;
It will put him in mind of Susy Pye,
And the Holy Land, whareer he be.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.20
\N1 `Tell him to send one bite of bread,
It\'s and a glass of his gude red wine,
Nor to forget the lady\'s love
That loosed him out of prison strong.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 53F.21
\N1 `I hae been porter at your yett,
I\'m sure this therty lang years and three,
But the fairest lady stands thereat
That evir my twa eyes did see.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.22
\N1 `On ilka f+inger she has a ring,
And on the foremost she has three;
As muckle goud is on her head
As wad buy an earldom of land to thee.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.23
\N1 `She bids you send a bite of bread,
It\'s and a glass of your gude red wine,
Nor to forget the lady\'s love
That let you out of prison strong.'
\SBALLADS Child 53F.24
\N1 It\'s up and spak the bride\'s mother,
A weight of goud hung at her chin:
`There is no one so fair without
But there are, I wat, as fair within.'
\SBALLADS Child 53F.25
\N1 It\'s up and spak the bride hersel,
As she sat by the gude lord\'s knee:
`Awa, awa, ye proud porter,
This day ye might hae excepted me.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 53F.26
\N1 `Tak hence, tak hence your fair daughter,
Tak hame your daughter fair frae me;
For saving one kiss of her bonny lips,
I\'m sure of her body I am free.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.27
\N1 `Awa, awa, ye proud mither,
It\'s tak your daughter fair frae me;
For I brought her home with chariots six,
And I\'ll send her back wi coaches three.'
\SBALLADS Child 53F.28
\N1 It\'s he\'s taen the table wi his f+it,
And syne he took it wi his knee;
He gard the glasses and wine so red,
He gard them all in f+linders f+lee.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.29
\N1 O he\'s gane down the steps of stairs,
And a\' the stately steps of stane,
Until he cam to Susy Pye;
I wat the tears blinded baith their eyne.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.30
\N1 He led her up the steps of stairs,
And a\' the stately steps of stane,
And changed her name from Susy Pye,
And ca\'d her lusty Lady Jane.
\SBALLADS Child 53F.31
\N1 `O fye, gar cooks mak ready meat,
O fye, gar cooks the pots supply,
That it may be talked of in fair London,
I\'ve been twice married in ae day.'
\LBALLADS Child 53G.1
* * * * *
\N1 `O WHA\R\'\rS aught a\' yon f+lock o sheep,
An wha\'s aught a\' yon f+lock o kye?
An wha\'s aught a\' yon pretty castles,
That you sae often do pass bye?'
\SBALLADS Child 53G.2
\N1 `They\'re a\' Lord Beekin\'s sheep,
They\'re a\' Lord Beekin\'s kye;
They\'re a\' Lord Beekin\'s castles,
That you sae often do pass bye.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 53G.3
\N1 He\'s tane [the] table wi his feet,
Made cups an candlesticks to f+lee:
`I\'ll lay my life \'tis Susy Pie,
Come owr the seas to marry me.'
\LBALLADS Child 53H.1
\N1 YOUNG BEICHAN was in London born,
He was a man of hie degree;
He past thro monie kingdoms great,
Until he cam unto Grand Turkie.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.2
\N1 He viewd the fashions of that land,
Their way of worship viewed he,
But unto onie of their stocks
He wadna sae much as bow a knee:
\SBALLADS Child 53H.3
\N1 Which made him to be taken straight,
And brought afore their hie jurie;
The savage Moor did speak upricht,
And made him meikle ill to dree.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.4
\N1 In ilka shoulder they\'ve bord a hole,
And in ilka hole they\'ve put a tree;
They\'ve made him to draw carts and wains,
Till he was sick and like to dee.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.5
\N1 But Young Beichan was a Christian born,
And still a Christian was he;
Which made them put him in prison strang,
And cauld and hunger sair to dree,
And fed on nocht but bread and water,
Until the day that he mot dee.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.6
\N1 In this prison there grew a tree,
And it was unco stout and strang,
Where he was chained by the middle,
Until his life was almaist gane.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.7
\N1 The savage Moor had but ae dochter,
And her name it was Susie Pye,
And ilka day as she took the air,
The prison door she passed bye.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.8
\N1 But it fell ance upon a day,
As she was walking, she heard him sing;
She listend to his tale of woe,
A happy day for Young Beichan!
\SBALLADS Child 53H.9
\N1 `My hounds they all go masterless,
My hawks they f+lee frae tree to tree,
My youngest brother will heir my lands,
My native land I\'ll never see.'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.10
\N1 `O were I but the prison-keeper,
As I\'m a ladie o hie degree,
I soon wad set this youth at large,
And send him to his ain countrie.'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.11
\N1 She went away into her chamber,
All nicht she never closd her ee;
And when the morning begoud to dawn,
At the prison door alane was she.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.12
\N1 She gied the keeper a piece of gowd,
And monie pieces o white monie,
To tak her thro the bolts and bars,
The lord frae Scotland she langd to see;
She saw young Beichan at the stake,
Which made her weep maist bitterlie.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.13
\N1 `O hae ye got onie lands,' she says,
`Or castles in your ain countrie?
It\'s what wad ye gie to the ladie fair
Wha out o prison wad set you free?'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.14
\N1 `It\'s I hae houses, and I hae lands,
Wi monie castles fair to see,
And I wad gie a\' to that ladie gay,
Wha out o prison wad set me free.'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.15
\N1 The keeper syne brak aff his chains,
And set Lord Beichan at libertie;
She f+illd his pockets baith wi gowd,
To tak him till his ain countrie.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.16
\N1 She took him frae her father\'s prison,
And gied to him the best o wine,
And a brave health she drank to him:
`I wish, Lord Beichan, ye were mine!
\SBALLADS Child 53H.17
\N1 `It\'s seven lang years I\'ll mak a vow,
And seven lang years I\'ll keep it true;
If ye\'ll wed wi na ither woman,
It\'s I will wed na man but you.'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.18
\N1 She\'s tane him to her father\'s port,
And gien to him a ship o fame:
`Farewell, farewell, my Scottish lord,
I fear I\'ll neer see you again.'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.19
\N1 Lord Beichan turnd him round about,
And lowly, lowly loutit he:
`Ere seven lang years come to an end,
I\'ll tak you to mine ain countrie.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 53H.20
\N1 Then whan he cam to Glosgow town,
A happy, happy man was he;
The ladies a\' around him thrangd,
To see him come frae slaverie.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.21
\N1 His mother she had died o sorrow,
And a\' his brothers were dead but he;
His lands they a\' were lying waste,
In ruins were his castles free.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.22
\N1 Na porter there stood at his yett,
Na human creature he could see,
Except the screeching owls and bats,
Had he to bear him companie.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.23
\N1 But gowd will gar the castles grow,
And he had gowd and jewels free,
And soon the pages around him thrangd,
To serve him on their bended knee.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.24
\N1 His hall was hung wi silk and satin,
His table rung wi mirth and glee,
He soon forgot the lady fair
That lowsd him out o slaverie.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.25
\N1 Lord Beichan courted a lady gay,
To heir wi him his lands sae free,
Neer thinking that a lady fair
Was on her way frae Grand Turkie.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.26
\N1 For Susie Pye could get na rest,
Nor day nor nicht could happy be,
Still thinking on the Scottish lord,
Till she was sick and like to dee.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.27
\N1 But she has builded a bonnie ship,
Weel mannd wi seamen o hie degree,
And secretly she stept on board,
And bid adieu to her ain countrie.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.28
\N1 But whan she cam to the Scottish shore,
The bells were ringing sae merrilie;
It was Lord Beichan\'s wedding day,
Wi a lady fair o hie degree.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.29
\N1 But sic a vessel was never seen;
The very masts were tappd wi gold,
Her sails were made o the satin f+ine,
Maist beautiful for to behold.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.30
\N1 But whan the lady cam on shore,
Attended wi her pages three,
Her shoon were of the beaten gowd,
And she a lady of great beautie.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.31
\N1 Then to the skipper she did say,
`Can ye this answer gie to me?
Where are Lord Beichan\'s lands sae braid?
He surely lives in this countrie.'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.32
\N1 Then up bespak the skipper bold,
For he could speak the Turkish tongue:
`Lord Beichan lives not far away;
This is the day of his wedding.'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.33
\N1 `If ye will guide me to Beichan\'s yetts,
I will ye well reward,' said she;
Then she and all her pages went,
A very gallant companie.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.34
\N1 When she cam to Lord Beichan\'s yetts,
She tirld gently at the pin;
Sae ready was the proud porter
To let the wedding guests come in.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.35
\N1 `Is this Lord Beichan\'s house,' she says,
`Or is that noble lord within?'
`Yes, he is gane into the hall,
With his brave bride and monie ane.'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.36
\N1 `Ye\'ll bid him send me a piece of bread,
Bot and a cup of his best wine;
And bid him mind the lady\'s love
That ance did lowse him out o pyne.'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.37
\N1 Then in and cam the porter bold,
I wat he gae three shouts and three:
`The fairest lady stands at your yetts
That ever my twa een did see.'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.38
\N1 Then up bespak the bride\'s mither,
I wat an angry woman was she:
`You micht hae excepted our bonnie bride,
Tho she\'d been three times as fair as she.'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.39
\N1 `My dame, your daughter\'s fair enough,
And aye the fairer mot she be!
But the fairest time that eer she was,
She\'ll na compare wi this ladie.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.40
\N1 `She has a gowd ring on ilka f+inger,
And on her mid-f+inger she has three;
She has as meikle gowd upon her head
As wad buy an earldom o land to thee.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.41
\N1 `My lord, she begs some o your bread,
Bot and a cup o your best wine,
And bids you mind the lady\'s love
That ance did lowse ye out o pyne.'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.42
\N1 Then up and started Lord Beichan,
I wat he made the table f+lee:
`I wad gie a\' my yearlie rent
\'Twere Susie Pye come owre the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.43
\N1 Syne up bespak the bride\'s mother,
She was never heard to speak sae free:
`Ye\'ll no forsake my ae dochter,
Tho Susie Pye has crossd the sea?'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.44
\N1 `Tak hame, tak hame, your dochter, madam,
For she is neer the waur o me;
She cam to me on horseback riding,
And she sall gang hame in chariot free.'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.45
\N1 He\'s tane Susie Pye by the milk-white hand,
And led her thro his halls sae hie:
`Ye\'re now Lord Beichan\'s lawful wife,
And thrice ye\'re welcome unto me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53H.46
\N1 Lord Beichan prepard for another wedding,
Wi baith their hearts sae fu o glee;
Says, `I\'ll range na mair in foreign lands,
Sin Susie Pye has crossd the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 53H.47
\N1 `Fy! gar a\' our cooks mak ready,
And fy! gar a\' our pipers play,
And fy! gar trumpets gae thro the toun,
That Lord Beichan\'s wedded twice in a day!'
\LBALLADS Child 53I.1
\N1 IN London was Young Bechin born,
Foreign nations he longed to see;
He passed through many kingdoms great,
At length he came unto Turkie.
\SBALLADS Child 53I.2
\N1 He viewed the fashions of that land,
The ways of worship viewed he,
But unto any of their gods
He would not so much as bow the knee.
\SBALLADS Child 53I.3
On every shoulder they made a bore,
In every bore they put a tree,
Then they made him the winepress tread,
And all in spite of his fair bodie.
\SBALLADS Child 53I.4
\N1 They put him into a deep dungeon,
Where he could neither hear nor see,
And for seven years they kept him there,
Till for hunger he was like to die.
\SBALLADS Child 53I.5
\N1 Stephen, their king, had a daughter fair,
Yet never a man to her came nigh;
And every day she took the air,
Near to his prison she passed by.
\SBALLADS Child 53I.6
\N1 One day she heard Young Bechin sing
A song that pleased her so well,
No rest she got till she came to him,
All in his lonely prison cell.
\SBALLADS Child 53I.7
\N1 `I have a hall in London town,
With other buildings two or three,
And I\'ll give them all to the ladye fair
That from this dungeon shall set me free.'
\SBALLADS Child 53I.8
\N1 She stole the keys from her dad\'s head,
And if she oped one door ay she opened three,
Till she Young Bechin could f+ind out,
He was locked up so curiouslie.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 53I.9
\N1 `I\'ve been a porter at your gate
This thirty years now, ay and three;
There stands a ladye at your gate,
The like of her I neer did see.
\SBALLADS Child 53I.10
\N1 `On every f+inger she has a ring,
On the mid-f+inger she has three;
She\'s as much gold about her brow
As would an earldom buy to me.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 53I.11
\N1 He\'s taen her by the milk-white hand,
He gently led her through the green;
He changed her name from Susie Pie,
An he\'s called her lovely Ladye Jean.
\LBALLADS Child 53J.1
* * * * *
\N1 SHE\R\'\rS taen the keys frae her fadder\'s coffer,
Tho he keeps them most sacredlie,
And she has opend the prison strong,
And set Young Beichan at libertie.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 53J.2
\N1 . . . . . .
. . . . .
`Gae up the countrie, my chile,' she says,
`Till your fadder\'s wrath be turned from thee.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 53J.3
\N1 She\'s put her han intill her purse,
And gave the porter guineas three;
Says, `Tak ye that, ye proud porter,
And tell your master to speak wi me.
\SBALLADS Child 53J.4
\N1 `Ye\'ll bid him bring a shower o his best love,
But and a bottle o his wine,
And do to me as I did to him in time past,
And brought him out o muckle pine.'
\SBALLADS Child 53J.5
\N1 He\'s taen the table wi his foot,
And he has keppit it wi his knee:
`I\'ll wager my life and a\' my lan,
It\'s Susan Pie come ower the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 53J.6
\N1 `Rise up, rise up, my bonnie bride,
Ye\'re neither better nor waur for me;
Ye cam to me on a horse and saddle,
But ye may gang back in a coach and three.'
\LBALLADS Child 53K.1
* * * * *
\N1 `There is a marriage in yonder hall,
Has lasted thirty days and three;
The bridegroom winna bed the bride,
For the sake of one that\'s owre the sea.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 53K.2
\N1 `What news, what news, my brave young porter?
What news, what news have ye for me?'
`As beautiful a ladye stands at your gate
As eer my two eyes yet did see.'
\SBALLADS Child 53K.3
\N1 `A slice of bread to her get ready,
And a bottle of the best of wine;
Not to forget that fair young ladye
Who did release thee out of close conf+ine.'
\SBALLADS Child 53K.4
\N1 Lord Bechin in a passion f+lew,
And rent himself like a sword in three,
Saying, `I would give all my father\'s riches
If my Sophia was \'cross the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 53K.5
\N1 Up spoke the young bride\'s mother,
Who never was heard to speak so free,
Saying, `I hope you\'ll not forget my only daughter,
Though your Sophia be \'cross the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 53K.6
\N1 `I own a bride I\'ve wed your daughter,
She\'s nothing else the worse of me;
She came to me on a horse and saddle,
She may go back in a coach and three.'
\LBALLADS Child 53L.1
\N1 LORD BATEMAN was a noble lord,
A noble lord of high degree;
He shipped himself all aboard of a ship,
Some foreign country for to see.
\SBALLADS Child 53L.2
\N1 He sailed east, he sailed west,
Until he came to famed Turkey,
Where he was taken and put to prison,
Until his life was quite weary.
\SBALLADS Child 53L.3
\N1 All in this prison there grew a tree,
O there it grew so stout and strong!
Where he was chained all by the middle,
Until his life was almost gone.
\SBALLADS Child 53L.4
\N1 This Turk he had one only daughter,
The fairest my two eyes eer see;
She steel the keys of her father\'s prison,
And swore Lord Bateman she would let go free.
\SBALLADS Child 53L.5
\N1 O she took him to her father\'s cellar,
And gave to him the best of wine;
And every health she drank unto him
Was, `I wish, Lord Bateman, as you was mine.'
\SBALLADS Child 53L.6
\N1 `O have you got houses, have you got land,
And does Northumberland belong to thee?
And what would you give to the fair young lady
As out of prison would let you go free?'
\SBALLADS Child 53L.7
\N1 `O I\'ve got houses and I\'ve got land,
And half Northumberland belongs to me;
And I will give it all to the fair young lady
As out of prison would let me go free.'
\SBALLADS Child 53L.8
\N1 `O in seven long years, I\'ll make a vow
For seven long years, and keep it strong,
That if you\'ll wed no other woman,
O I will wed no other man.'
\SBALLADS Child 53L.9
\N1 O she took him to her father\'s harbor,
And gave to him a ship of fame,
Saying, Farewell, farewell to you, Lord Bateman,
I fear I never shall see you again.
\SBALLADS Child 53L.10
\N1 Now seven long years is gone and past,
And fourteen days, well known to me;
She packed up all her gay clothing,
And swore Lord Bateman she would go see.
\SBALLADS Child 53L.11
\N1 O when she arrived at Lord Bateman\'s castle,
How boldly then she rang the bell!
`Who\'s there? who\'s there?' cries the proud young porter,
`O come unto me pray quickly tell.'
\SBALLADS Child 53L.12
\N1 `O is this here Lord Bateman\'s castle,
And is his lordship here within?'
`O yes, O yes,' cries the proud young porter,
`He\'s just now taking his young bride in.'
\SBALLADS Child 53L.13
\N1 `O bid him to send me a slice of bread,
And a bottle of the very best wine,
And not forgetting the fair young lady
As did release him when close conf+ine.'
\SBALLADS Child 53L.14
\N1 O away and away went this proud young porter,
O away and away and away went he,
Until he come to Lord Bateman\'s chamber,
When he went down on his bended knee.
\SBALLADS Child 53L.15
\N1 `What news, what news, my proud young porter?
What news, what news? Come tell to me:'
`O there is the fairest young lady
As ever my two eyes did see.
\SBALLADS Child 53L.16
\N1 `She has got rings on every f+inger,
And on one f+inger she has got three;
With as much gay gold about her middle
As would buy half Northumberlee.
\SBALLADS Child 53L.17
\N1 `O she bids you to send her a slice of bread,
And a bottle of the very best wine,
And not forgetting the fair young lady
As did release you when close conf+ine.'
\SBALLADS Child 53L.18
\N1 Lord Bateman then in passion f+lew,
And broke his sword in splinters three,
Saying, I will give half of my father\'s land,
If so be as Sophia has crossed the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 53L.19
\N1 Then up and spoke this young bride\'s mother,
Who never was heard to speak so free;
Saying, You\'ll not forget my only daughter,
If so be as Sophia has crossed the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 53L.20
\N1 `O it\'s true I made a bride of your daughter,
But she\'s neither the better nor the worse for me;
She came to me with a horse and saddle,
But she may go home in a coach and three.'
\SBALLADS Child 53L.21
\N1 Lord Bateman then prepared another marriage,
With both their hearts so full of glee,
Saying, I will roam no more to foreign countries,
Now that Sophia has crossed the sea.
\LBALLADS Child 53M.1
\N1 YOUNG BONWELL was a squire\'s ae son,
And a squire\'s ae son was he;
He went abroad to a foreign land,
To serve for meat and fee.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.2
\N1 He hadna been in that country
A twalmonth and a day,
Till he was cast in prison strong,
For the sake of a lovely may.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.3
\N1 `O if my father get word of this,
At hame in his ain country,
He\'ll send red gowd for my relief,
And a bag o white money.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.4
\N1 `O gin an earl woud borrow me,
At his bridle I woud rin;
Or gin a widow woud borrow me,
I\'d swear to be her son.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.5
\N1 `Or gin a may woud borrow me,
I\'d wed her wi a ring,
Infeft her wi the ha\'s and bowers
O the bonny towers o Linne.'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.6
\N1 But it fell ance upon a day
Dame Essels she thought lang,
And she is to the jail-house door,
To hear Young Bondwell\'s sang.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.7
\N1 `Sing on, sing on, my bonny Bondwell,
The sang ye sang just now:'
`I never sang the sang, lady,
But I woud war\'t on you.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.8
\N1 `O gin my father get word o this,
At hame in his ain country,
He\'ll send red gowd for my relief,
And a bag o white money.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.9
\N1 `O gin an earl woud borrow me,
At his bridle I woud rin;
Or gin a widow would borrow me,
I\'d swear to be her son.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.10
\N1 `O gin a may woud borrow me,
I woud wed her wi a ring,
Infeft her wi the ha\'s and bowers
O the bonny towers o Linne.'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.11
\N1 She\'s stole the keys o the jail-house door,
Where under the bed they lay;
She\'s opend to him the jail-house door,
And set Young Bondwell free.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.12
\N1 She gae\'m a steed was swift in need,
A saddle o royal ben,
A hunder pund o pennies round,
Bade him gae roav an spend.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.13
\N1 A couple o hounds o ae litter,
And Cain they ca\'d the one;
Twa gay gos-hawks she gae likeways,
To keep him onthought lang.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.14
\N1 When mony days were past and gane,
Dame Essels thought fell lang,
And she is to her lonely bower,
To shorten her wi a sang.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.15
\N1 The sang has such a melody,
It lulld her fast asleep;
Up starts a woman, clad in green,
And stood at her bed-feet.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.16
\N1 `Win up, win up, Dame Essels,' she says,
`This day ye sleep ower lang;
The morn is the squire\'s wedding day,
In the bonny towers o Linne.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.17
\N1 `Ye\'ll dress yoursell in the robes o green,
Your maids in robes sae fair,
And ye\'ll put girdles about their middles,
Sae costly, rich and rare.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.18
\N1 `Ye\'ll take your maries alang wi you,
Till ye come to yon strand;
There ye\'ll see a ship, wi sails all up,
Come sailing to dry land.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.19
\N1 `Ye\'ll take a wand into your hand,
Ye\'ll stroke her round about,
And ye\'ll take God your pilot to be,
To drown ye\'ll take nae doubt.'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.20
\N1 Then up it raise her Dame Essels,
Sought water to wash her hands,
But aye the faster that she washd,
The tears they trickling ran.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.21
\N1 Then in it came her father dear,
And in the f+loor steps he:
`What ails Dame Essels, my daughter dear,
Ye weep sae bitterlie?
\SBALLADS Child 53M.22
\N1 `Want ye a small f+ish frae the f+lood,
Or turtle frae the sea?
Or is there man in a\' my realm
This day has offended thee?'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.23
\N1 `I want nae small f+ish frae the f+lood,
Nor turtle frae the sea;
But Young Bondwell, your ain prisoner,
This day has offended me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.24
\N1 Her father turnd him round about,
A solemn oath sware he:
`If this be true ye tell me now
High hanged he shall be.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.25
\N1 `To-morrow morning he shall be
Hung high upon a tree:'
Dame Essels whisperd to hersel,
`Father, ye\'ve made a lie.'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.26
\N1 She dressd hersel in robes o green,
Her maids in robes sae fair,
Wi gowden girdles round their middles,
Sae costly, rich and rare.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.27
\N1 She\'s taen her mantle her about,
A maiden in every hand;
They saw a ship, wi sails a\' up,
Come sailing to dry land.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.28
\N1 She\'s taen a wand intill her hand,
And stroked her round about,
And she\'s taen God her pilot to be,
To drown she took nae doubt.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.29
\N1 So they saild on, and further on,
Till to the water o Tay;
There they spied a bonny little boy,
Was watering his steeds sae gay.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.30
\N1 `What news, what news, my little boy,
What news hae ye to me?
Are there any weddings in this place,
Or any gaun to be?'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.31
\N1 `There is a wedding in this place,
A wedding very soon;
The morn\'s the young squire\'s wedding day,
In the bonny towers of Linne.'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.32
\N1 O then she walked alang the way
To see what coud be seen,
And there she saw the proud porter,
Drest in a mantle green.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.33
\N1 `What news, what news, porter?' she said,
`What news hae ye to me?
Are there any weddings in this place,
Or any gaun to be?'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.34
\N1 `There is a wedding in this place,
A wedding very soon;
The morn is Young Bondwell\'s wedding day,
The bonny squire o Linne.'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.35
\N1 `Gae to your master, porter,' she said,
`Gae ye right speedilie;
Bid him come and speak wi a maid
That wishes his face to see.'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.36
\N1 The porter\'s up to his master gane,
Fell low down on his knee;
`Win up, win up, my porter,' he said,
`Why bow ye low to me?'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.37
`I hae been porter at your yetts
These thirty years and three,
But fairer maids than\'s at them now
My eyes did never see.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.38
\N1 `The foremost she is drest in green,
The rest in f+ine attire,
Wi gowden girdles round their middles,
Well worth a sheriff\'s hire.'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.39
\N1 Then out it speaks Bondwell\'s own bride,
Was a\' gowd to the chin;
`They canno be fairer thereout,' she says,
`Than we that are therein.'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.40
\N1 `There is a difference, my dame,' he said,
`\'Tween that ladye\'s colour and yours;
As much difference as you were a stock,
She o the lily f+lowers.'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.41
\N1 Then out it speaks him Young Bondwell,
An angry man was he:
`Cast up the yetts baith wide an braid,
These ladies I may see.'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.42
\N1 Quickly up stairs Dame Essel\'s gane,
Her maidens next her wi;
Then said the bride, This lady\'s face
Shows the porter\'s tauld nae lie.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.43
\N1 The lady unto Bondwell spake,
These words pronounced she:
O hearken, hearken, fause Bondwell,
These words that I tell thee.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.44
\N1 Is this the way ye keep your vows
That ye did make to me,
When your feet were in iron fetters,
Ae foot ye coudna f+lee?
\SBALLADS Child 53M.45
\N1 I stole the keys o the jail-house door
Frae under the bed they lay,
And opend up the jail-house door,
Set you at liberty.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.46
\N1 Gae you a steed was swift in need,
A saddle o royal ben,
A hunder pund o pennies round,
Bade you gae rove an spend.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.47
\N1 A couple o hounds o ae litter,
Cain they ca\'ed the ane,
Twa gay gos-hawks as swift\'s eer f+lew,
To keep you onthought lang.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.48
\N1 But since this day ye\'ve broke your vow,
For which ye\'re sair to blame,
And since nae mair I\'ll get o you,
O Cain, will ye gae hame?
\SBALLADS Child 53M.49
\N1 `O Cain! O Cain!' the lady cried,
And Cain did her ken;
They baith f+lappd round the lady\'s knee,
Like a couple o armed men.
\SBALLADS Child 53M.50
\N1 He\'s to his bride wi hat in hand,
And haild her courteouslie:
`Sit down by me, my bonny Bondwell,
What makes this courtesie?'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.51
\N1 `An asking, asking, fair lady,
An asking ye\'ll grant me;'
`Ask on, ask on, my bonny Bondwell,
What may your askings be?'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.52
\N1 `Five hundred pounds to you I\'ll gie,
Of gowd an white monie,
If ye\'ll wed John, my ain cousin;
He looks as fair as me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.53
\N1 `Keep well your monie, Bondwell,' she said,
`Nae monie I ask o thee;
Your cousin John was my f+irst love,
My husband now he\'s be.'
\SBALLADS Child 53M.54
\N1 Bondwell was married at morning ear,
John in the afternoon;
Dame Essels is lady ower a\' the bowers
And the high towers o Linne.
\LBALLADS Child 53N.1
\N1 IN London was Young Bichen born,
He longd strange lands to see;
He set his foot on good ship-board,
And he sailed over the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.2
\N1 He had not been in a foreign land
A day but only three,
Till he was taken by a savage Moor,
And they used him most cruelly.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.3
\N1 In every shoulder they put a pin,
To every pin they put a tree;
They made him draw the plow and cart,
Like horse and oxen in his country.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.4
\N1 He had not servd the savage Moor
A week, nay scarcely but only three,
Till he has casten him in prison strong,
Till he with hunger was like to die.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.5
\N1 It fell out once upon a day
That Young Bichen he made his moan,
As he lay bound in irons strong,
In a dark and deep dungeon.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.6
\N1 `An I were again in fair England,
As many merry day I have been,
Then I would curb my roving youth
No more to see a strange land.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.7
\N1 `O an I were free again now,
And my feet well set on the sea,
I would live in peace in my own country,
And a foreign land I no more would see.'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.8
\N1 The savage Moor had but one daughter,
I wot her name was Susan Py;
She heard Young Bichen make his moan,
At the prison-door as she past by.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.9
\N1 `O have ye any lands,' she said,
`Or have you any money free,
Or have you any revenues,
To maintain a lady like me?'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.10
\N1 `O I have land in fair England,
And I have estates two or three,
And likewise I have revenues,
To maintain a lady like thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.11
\N1 `O will you promise, Young Bichen,' she says,
`And keep your vow faithful to me,
That at the end of seven years
In fair England you\'ll marry me?
\SBALLADS Child 53N.12
\N1 `I\'ll steal the keys from my father dear,
Tho he keeps them most secretly;
I\'ll risk my life for to save thine,
And set thee safe upon the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.13
\N1 She\'s stolen the keys from her father,
From under the bed where they lay;
She opened the prison strong
And set Young Bichen at liberty.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.14
\N1 She\'s gone to her father\'s coffer,
Where the gold was red and fair to see;
She f+illed his pockets with good red gold,
And she set him far upon the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.15
\N1 `O mind you well, Young Bichen,' she says,
`The vows and oaths you made to me;
When you are come to your native land,
O then remember Susan Py!'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.16
\N1 But when her father he came home
He missd the keys there where they lay;
He went into the prison strong,
But he saw Young Bichen was away.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.17
\N1 `Go bring your daughter, madam,' he says,
`And bring her here unto me;
Altho I have no more but her,
Tomorrow I\'ll gar hang her high.'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.18
\N1 The lady calld on the maiden fair
To come to her most speedily;
`Go up the country, my child,' she says,
`Stay with my brother two years or three.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.19
\N1 `I have a brother, he lives in the isles,
He will keep thee most courteously
And stay with him, my child,' she says,
`Till thy father\'s wrath be turnd from thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.20
\N1 Now will we leave young Susan Py
A while in her own country,
And will return to Young Bichen,
Who is safe arrived in fair England.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.21
\N1 He had not been in fair England
Above years scarcely three,
Till he has courted another maid,
And so forgot his Susan Py.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.22
\N1 The youth being young and in his prime,
Of Susan Py thought not upon,
But his love was laid on another maid,
And the marriage-day it did draw on.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.23
\N1 But eer the seven years were run,
Susan Py she thought full long;
She set her foot on good ship-board,
And she has saild for fair England.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.24
\N1 On every f+inger she put a ring,
On her mid-f+inger she put three;
She f+illd her pockets with good red gold,
And she has sailed oer the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.25
\N1 She had not been in fair England
A day, a day, but only three,
Till she heard Young Bichen was a bridegroom,
And the morrow to be the wedding-day.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.26
\N1 `Since it is so,' said young Susan,
`That he has provd so false to me,
I\'ll hie me to Young Bichen\'s gates,
And see if he minds Susan Py.'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.27
\N1 She has gone up thro London town,
Where many a lady she there did spy;
There was not a lady in all London
Young Susan that could outvie.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.28
\N1 She has calld upon a waiting-man,
A waiting-man who stood near by:
`Convey me to Young Bichen\'s gates,
And well rewarded shals thou be.'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.29
\N1 When she came to Young Bichen\'s gate
She chapped loudly at the pin,
Till down there came the proud porter;
`Who\'s there,' he says, 'That would be in?'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.30
\N1 `Open the gates, porter,' she says,
`Open them to a lady gay,
And tell your master, porter,' she says,
`To speak a word or two with me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.31
\N1 The porter he has opend the gates;
His eyes were dazzled to see
A lady dressd in gold and jewels;
No page nor waiting-man had she.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.32
\N1 `O pardon me, madam,' he cried,
`This day it is his wedding-day;
He\'s up the stairs with his lovely bride,
And a sight of him you cannot see.'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.33
\N1 She put her hand in her pocket,
And therefrom took out guineas three,
And gave to him, saying, Please, kind sir,
Bring down your master straight to me.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.34
\N1 The porter up again has gone,
And he fell low down on his knee,
Saying, Master, you will please come down
To a lady who wants you to see.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.35
\N1 A lady gay stands at your gates,
The like of her I neer did see;
She has more gold above her eye
Nor would buy a baron\'s land to me.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.36
\N1 Out then spake the bride\'s mother,
I\'m sure an angry woman was she:
`You\'re impudent and insolent,
For ye might excepted the bride and me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.37
\N1 `Ye lie, ye lie, ye proud woman,
I\'m sure sae loud as I hear you lie;
She has more gold on her body
Than would buy the lands, the bride, and thee!'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.38
\N1 `Go down, go down, porter,' he says,
`And tell the lady gay from me
That I\'m up-stairs wi my lovely bride,
And a sight of her I cannot see.'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.39
\N1 The porter he goes down again,
The lady waited patiently:
`My master\'s with his lovely bride,
And he\'ll not win down my dame to see.'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.40
\N1 From off her f+inger she\'s taen a ring;
`Give that your master,' she says, 'From me,
And tell him now, young man,' she says,
`To send down a cup of wine to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.41
\N1 `Here\'s ring for you, master,' he says,
`On her mid-f+inger she has three,
And you are desird, my lord,' he says,
`To send down a cup of wine with me.'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.42
\N1 He hit the table with his foot,
He kepd it with his right knee:
`I\'ll wed my life and all my land
That is Susan Py, come o\'er the sea!'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.43
\N1 He has gone unto the stair-head,
A step he took but barely three;
He opend the gates most speedily,
And Susan Py he there could see.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.44
\N1 `Is this the way, Young Bichen,' she says,
`Is this the way you\'ve guided me?
I relieved you from prison strong,
And ill have you rewarded me.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.45
`O mind ye, Young Bichen,' she says,
`The vows and oaths that ye made to me,
When ye lay bound in prison strong,
In a deep dungeon of misery?'
\SBALLADS Child 53N.46
\N1 He took her by the milk-white hand,
And led her into the palace f+ine;
There was not a lady in all the palace
But Susan Py did all outshine.
\SBALLADS Child 53N.47
\N1 The day concluded with joy and mirth,
On every side there might you see;
There was great joy in all England
For the wedding-day of Susan Py.
\LBALLADS Child 54A.1
\N1 JOSEPH was an old man,
and an old man was he,
When he wedded Mary,
in the land of Galilee.
\SBALLADS Child 54A.2
\N1 Joseph and Mary walked
through an orchard good,
Where was cherries and berries,
so red as any blood.
\SBALLADS Child 54A.3
\N1 Joseph and Mary walked
through an orchard green,
Where was berries and cherries,
as thick as might be seen.
\SBALLADS Child 54A.4
\N1 O then bespoke Mary,
so meek and so mild:
`Pluck me one cherry, Joseph,
for I am with child.'
\SBALLADS Child 54A.5
\N1 O then bespoke Joseph,
with words most unkind:
`Let him pluck thee a cherry
that brought thee with child.'
\SBALLADS Child 54A.6
\N1 O then bespoke the babe,
within his mother\'s womb:
`Bow down then the tallest tree,
for my mother to have some.'
\SBALLADS Child 54A.7
\N1 Then bowed down the highest tree
unto his mother\'s hand;
Then she cried, See, Joseph,
I have cherries at command.
\SBALLADS Child 54A.8
\N1 O then bespake Joseph:
`I have done Mary wrong;
But cheer up, my dearest,
and be not cast down.'
\SBALLADS Child 54A.9
\N1 Then Mary plucked a cherry,
as red as the blood,
Then Mary went home
with her heavy load.
\SBALLADS Child 54A.10
\N1 Then Mary took her babe,
and sat him on her knee,
Saying, My dear son, tell me
what this world will be.
\SBALLADS Child 54A.11
\N1 `O I shall be as dead, mother,
as the stones in the wall;
O the stones in the streets, mother,
shall mourn for me all.
\SBALLADS Child 54A.12
\N1 `Upon Easter-day, mother,
my uprising shall be;
O the sun and the moon, mother,
shall both rise with me.'
\LBALLADS Child 54B.1
\N1 JOSEPH was an old man,
and an old man was he,
And he married Mary,
the Queen of Galilee.
\SBALLADS Child 54B.2
\N1 When Joseph was married,
and Mary home had brought,
Mary proved with child,
and Joseph knew it not.
\SBALLADS Child 54B.3
\N1 Joseph and Mary walked
through a garden gay,
Where the cherries they grew
upon every tree.
\SBALLADS Child 54B.4
\N1 O then bespoke Mary,
with words both meek and mild:
`O gather me cherries, Joseph,
they run so in my mind.'
\SBALLADS Child 54B.5
\N1 And then replied Joseph,
with words so unkind:
`Let him gather thee cherries
that got thee with child.'
\SBALLADS Child 54B.6
\N1 O then bespoke our Saviour,
all in his mother\'s womb:
`Bow down, good cherry-tree,
to my mother\'s hand.'
\SBALLADS Child 54B.7
\N1 The uppermost sprig
bowed down to Mary\'s knee:
`Thus you may see, Joseph,
these cherries are for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 54B.8
\N1 `O eat your cherries, Mary,
O eat your cherries now;
O eat your cherries, Mary,
that grow upon the bough.'
\SBALLADS Child 54B.9
\N1 As Joseph was a walking,
he heard an angel sing:
`This night shall be born
our heavenly king.
\SBALLADS Child 54B.10
\N1 `He neither shall be born
in housen nor in hall,
Nor in the place of Paradise,
but in an ox\'s stall.
\SBALLADS Child 54B.11
\N1 `He neither shall be clothed
in purple nor in pall,
But all in fair linen,
as were babies all.
\SBALLADS Child 54B.12
\N1 `He neither shall be rocked
in silver nor in gold,
But in a wooden cradle,
that rocks on the mould.
\SBALLADS Child 54B.13
\N1 `He neither shall be christened
in white wine nor red,
But with fair spring water,
with which we were christened.'
\SBALLADS Child 54B.14
\N1 Then Mary took her young son,
and set him on her knee:
`I pray thee now, dear child,
tell how this world shall be.'
\SBALLADS Child 54B.15
\N1 `O I shall be as dead, mother,
as the stones in the wall;
O the stones in the street, mother,
shall mourn for me all.
\SBALLADS Child 54B.16
\N1 `And upon a Wednesday
my vow I will make,
And upon Good Friday
my death I will take.
\SBALLADS Child 54B.17
\N1 `Upon Easter-day, mother,
my rising shall be;
O the sun and the moon
shall uprise with me.
\SBALLADS Child 54B.18
\N1 ' The people shall rejoice,
and the birds they shall sing,
To see the uprising
of the heavenly king.'
\LBALLADS Child 54C.1
\N1 JOSEPH was an old man,
an old man was he,
He married sweet Mary,
the Queen of Galilee.
\SBALLADS Child 54C.2
\N1 As they went a walking
in the garden so gay,
Maid Mary spied cherries,
hanging over yon tree.
\SBALLADS Child 54C.3
\N1 Mary said to Joseph,
with her sweet lips so mild,
`Pluck those cherries, Joseph,
for to give to my child.'
\SBALLADS Child 54C.4
\N1 O then replied Joseph,
with words so unkind,
`I will pluck no cherries
for to give to thy child.'
\SBALLADS Child 54C.5
\N1 Mary said to cherry-tree,
`Bow down to my knee,
That I may pluck cherries,
by one, two, and three.'
\SBALLADS Child 54C.6
\N1 The uppermost sprig then
bowed down to her knee:
`Thus you may see, Joseph,
these cherries are for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 54C.7
\N1 `O eat your cherries, Mary,
O eat your cherries now,
O eat your cherries, Mary,
that grow upon the bough.'
\SBALLADS Child 54C.8
\N1 As Joseph was a walking
he heard angels sing,
`This night there shall be born
our heavenly king.
\SBALLADS Child 54C.9
\N1 `He neither shall be born
in house nor in hall,
Nor in the place of Paradise,
but in an ox-stall.
\SBALLADS Child 54C.10
\N1 `He shall not be clothed
in purple nor pall,
But all in fair linen,
as wear babies all.
\SBALLADS Child 54C.11
\N1 `He shall not be rocked
in silver nor gold,
But in a wooden cradle,
that rocks on the mould.
\SBALLADS Child 54C.12
\N1 `He neither shall be christened
in milk nor in wine,
But in pure spring-well water,
fresh sprung from Bethine.'
\SBALLADS Child 54C.13
\N1 Mary took her baby,
she dressed him so sweet;
She laid him in a manger,
all there for to sleep.
\SBALLADS Child 54C.14
\N1 As she stood over him
she heard angels sing,
`Oh bless our dear Saviour,
our heavenly king.'
\LBALLADS Child 54D.1
\N1 O JOSEPH was an old man,
and an old man was he,
And he married Mary,
from the land of Galilee.
\SBALLADS Child 54D.2
\N1 Oft after he married her,
how warm he were abroad,
. . . .
. . . .
\SBALLADS Child 54D.3
\N1 Then Mary and Joseph
walkd down to the gardens cool;
Then Mary spied a cherry,
as red as any blood.
\SBALLADS Child 54D.4
\N1 `Brother Joseph, pluck the cherry,
for I am with child:'
`Let him pluck the cherry, Mary,
as is father to the child.'
\SBALLADS Child 54D.5
\N1 Then our blessed Saviour spoke,
from his mother\'s womb:
`Mary shall have cherries,
and Joseph shall have none.'
\SBALLADS Child 54D.6
\N1 From the high bough the cherry-tree
bowd down to Mary\'s knee;
Then Mary pluckt the cherry,
by one, two, and three.
\SBALLADS Child 54D.7
\N1 They went a little further,
and heard a great din:
`God bless our sweet Saviour,
our heaven\'s love in.'
\SBALLADS Child 54D.8
\N1 Our Saviour was not rocked
in silver or in gold,
But in a wooden cradle,
like other babes all.
\SBALLADS Child 54D.9
\N1 Our Saviour was not christend
in white wine or red,
But in some spring water,
like other babes all.
\LBALLADS Child 55.1
\N1 AS I passed by a river side,
And there as I did reign,
In argument I chanced to hear
A Carnal and a Crane.
\SBALLADS Child 55.2
\N1 The Carnal said unto the Crane,
If all the world should turn,
Before we had the Father,
But now we have the Son!
\SBALLADS Child 55.3
\N1 `From whence does the Son come,
From where and from what place?'
He said, In a manger,
Between an ox and ass.
\SBALLADS Child 55.4
\N1 `I pray thee,' said the Carnal,
`Tell me before thou go,
Was not the mother of Jesus
Conceivd by the Holy Ghost?'
\SBALLADS Child 55.5
\N1 She was the purest virgin,
And the cleanest from sin;
She was the handmaid of our Lord
And mother of our king.
\SBALLADS Child 55.6
\N1 `Where is the golden cradle
That Christ was rocked in?
Where are the silken sheets
That Jesus was wrapt in?'
\SBALLADS Child 55.7
\N1 A manger was the cradle
That Christ was rocked in:
The provender the asses left
So sweetly he slept on.
\SBALLADS Child 55.8
\N1 There was a star in the east land,
So bright it did appear,
Into King Herod\'s chamber,
And where King Herod were.
\SBALLADS Child 55.9
\N1 The Wise Men soon espied it,
And told the king on high
A princely babe was born that night
No king could eer destroy.
\SBALLADS Child 55.10
\N1 `If this be true,' King Herod said,
`As thou tellest unto me,
This roasted cock that lies in the dish
Shall crow full fences three.'
\SBALLADS Child 55.11
\N1 The cock soon freshly featherd was,
By the work of God\'s own hand,
And then three fences crowed he,
In the dish where he did stand.
\SBALLADS Child 55.12
\N1 `Rise up, rise up, you merry men all,

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+SEE THAT YOU READY BE;
+ALL CHILDREN UNDER TWO YEARS OLD
+NOW SLAIN THEY ALL SHALL BE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.13
=1 +THEN +JESUS, AH, AND +JOSEPH,
+AND +MARY, THAT WAS SO PURE,
+THEY TRAVELLD INTO +EGYPT,
+AS YOU SHALL FIND IT SURE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.14
=1 +AND WHEN THEY CAME TO +EGYPT*S LAND, +AMONGST THOSE FIERCE WILD BEASTS,
+MARY, SHE BEING WEARY,
+MUST NEEDS SIT DOWN TO REST.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.15
=1 ?+COME SIT THEE DOWN,? SAYS +JESUS,
?+COME SIT THEE DOWN BY ME,
+AND THOU SHALT SEE HOW THESE WILD BEASTS +DO COME AND WORSHIP ME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.16
=1 +FIRST CAME THE LOVELY LION,
+WHICH +JESUS*S GRACE DID BRING,
+AND OF THE WILD BEASTS IN THE FIELD
+THE LION SHALL BE KING.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.17
=1 +WE*LL CHOOSE OUR VIRTUOUS PRINCESS
+OF BIRTH AND HIGH DEGREE,
+IN EVERY SUNDRY NATION,
+WHEREER WE COME AND SEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.18
=1 +THEN +JESUS, AH, AND +JOSEPH,
+AND +MARY, THAT WAS UNKNOWN,
+THEY TRAVELLED BY A HUSBANDMAN,
+JUST WHILE HIS SEED WAS SOWN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.19
=1 ?+GOD SPEED THEE, MAN,? SAID +JESUS, ?+GO FETCH THY OX AND WAIN,
+AND CARRY HOME THY CORN AGAIN
+WHICH THOU THIS DAY HAST SOWN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.20
=1 +THE HUSBANDMAN FELL ON HIS KNEES,
+EVEN UPON HIS FACE:
?+LONG TIME HAST THOU BEEN LOOKED FOR,
+BUT NOW THOU ART COME AT LAST.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.21
=1 ?+AND +I MYSELF DO NOW BELIEVE
+THY NAME IS +JESUS CALLED;
+REDEEMER OF MANKIND THOU ART,
+THOUGH UNDESERVING ALL.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.22
=1 ?+THE TRUTH, MAN, THOU HAST SPOKEN,
+OF IT THOU MAYST BE SURE,
+FOR +I MUST LOSE MY PRECIOUS BLOOD
+FOR THEE AND THOUSANDS MORE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.23
=1 ?+IF ANY ONE SHOULD COME THIS WAY,
+AND ENQUIRE FOR ME ALONE,
+TELL THEM THAT +JESUS PASSED BY
+AS THOU THY SEED DID SOW.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.24
=1 +AFTER THAT THERE CAME +KING +HEROD, +WITH HIS TRAIN SO FURIOUSLY,
+ENQUIRING OF THE HUSBANDMAN
+WHETHER +JESUS PASSED BY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.25
=1 ?+WHY , THE TRUTH IT MUST BE SPOKE,
+AND THE TRUTH IT MUST BE KNOWN;
+FOR +JESUS PASSED BY THIS WAY
+WHEN MY SEED WAS SOWN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.26
=1 ?+BUT NOW +I HAVE IT REAPEN,
+AND SOME LAID ON MY WAIN,
+READY TO FETCH AND CARRY
+INTO MY BARN AGAIN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.27
=1 ?+TURN BACK,? SAYS THE CAPTAIN,
?+YOUR LABOR AND MINE*S IN VAIN;
+IT*S FULL THREE QUARTERS OF A YEAR
+SINCE HE HIS SEED HAS SOWN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.28
=1 +SO +HEROD WAS DECEIVED,
+BY THE WORK OF +GOD*S OWN HAND,
+AND FURTHER HE PROCEEDED
+INTO THE +HOLY +LAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.29
=1 +THERE*S THOUSANDS OF CHILDREN YOUNG +WHICH FOR HIS SAKE DID DIE;
+DO NOT FORBID THOSE LITTLE ONES,
+AND DO NOT THEM DENY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 55.30
=1 +THE TRUTH NOW +I HAVE SPOKEN,
+AND THE TRUTH NOW +I HAVE SHOWN;
+EVEN THE +BLESSED +VIRGIN
+SHE*S NOW BROUGHT FORTH A SON.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 56+A.1
=/ +CHILD 56 +A
=/ +DIVES AND +LAZARUS
=/ A. +SYLVESTER, +A +GARLAND OF +CHRISTMAS +CAROLS, P. 50, FROM AN OLD =/ +BIRMINGHAM BROADSIDE.  B. +HUSK, +SONGS OF THE +NATIVITY, P. 94, =/ FROM A +WORCESTERSHIRE BROADSIDE OF THE LAST CENTURY.
=1 ^AS IT FELL OUT UPON A DAY,
+RICH +DIVES HE MADE A FEAST,
+AND HE INVITED ALL HIS FRIENDS,
+AND GENTRY OF THE BEST.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+A.2
=1 +THEN +LAZARUS LAID HIM DOWN AND DOWN, +AND DOWN AT +DIVES* DOOR:
?+SOME MEAT, SOME DRINK, BROTHER +DIVES, +BESTOW UPON THE POOR.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+A.3
=1 ?+THOU ART NONE OF MY BROTHER, +LAZARUS, +THAT LIES BEGGING AT MY DOOR;
+NO MEAT NOR DRINK WILL +I GIVE THEE,
+NOR BESTOW UPON THE POOR.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+A.4
=1 +THEN +LAZARUS LAID HIM DOWN AND DOWN, +AND DOWN AT +DIVE*S WALL:
?+SOME MEAT, SOME DRINK, BROTHER +DIVES, +OR WITH HUNGER STARVE +I SHALL.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+A.5
=1 ?+THOU ART NONE OF MY BROTHER, +LAZARUS, +THAT LIES BEGGING AT MY WALL;
+NO MEAT NOR DRINK WILL +I GIVE THEE,
+BUT WITH HUNGER STARVE YOU SHALL.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+A.6
=1 +THEN +LAZARUS LAID HIM DOWN AND DOWN, +AND DOWN AT +DIVE*S GATE:
?+SOME MEAT, SOME DRINK, BROTHER +DIVES, +FOR +JESUS +CHRIST SAKE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+A.7
=1 ?+THOU ART NONE OF MY BROTHER, +LAZARUS, +THAT LIES BEGGING AT MY GATE;
+NO MEAT NOR DRINK WILL +I GIVE THEE,
+FOR +JESUS +CHRIST HIS SAKE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+A.8
=1 +THEN +DIVES SENT OUT HIS MERRY MEN, +TO WHIP POOR +LAZARUS AWAY;
+THEY HAD NO POWER TO STRIKE A STROKE,
+BUT FLUNG THEIR WHIPS AWAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+A.9
=1 +THEN +DIVES SENT OUT HIS HUNGRY DOGS, +TO BITE HIM AS HE LAY;
+THEY HAD NO POWER TO BITE AT ALL,
+BUT LICKED HIS SORES AWAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+A.10
=1 +AS IT FELL OUT UPON A DAY,
+POOR +LAZARUS SICKENED AND DIED;
+THEN CAME TWO ANGELS OUT OF HEAVEN
+HIS SOUL THEREIN TO GUIDE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+A.11
=1 ?+RISE UP, RISE UP, BROTHER +LAZARUS, +AND GO ALONG WITH ME;
+FOR YOU*VE A PLACE PREPARED IN HEAVEN, +TO SIT ON AN ANGEL*S KNEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+A.12
=1 +AS IT FELL OUT UPON A DAY,
+RICH +DIVES SICKENED AND DIED;
+THEN CAME TWO SERPENTS OUT OF HELL,
+HIS SOUL THEREIN TO GUIDE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+A.13
=1 ?+RISE UP, RISE UP, BROTHER +DIVES,
+AND GO WITH US TO SEE
+A DISMAL PLACE, PREPARED IN HELL,
+FROM WHICH THOU CANST NOT FLEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+A.14
=1 +THEN +DIVES LOOKED UP WITH HIS EYES, +AND SAW POOR +LAZARUS BLEST:
?+GIVE ME ONE DROP OF WATER, BROTHER +LAZARUS, +TO QUENCH MY FLAMING THIRST.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+A.15
=1 ?+OH HAD +I AS MANY YEARS TO ABIDE
+AS THERE ARE BLADES OF GRASS,
+THEN THERE WOULD BE AN END, BUT NOW
+HELL*S PAINS WILL NE*ER BE PAST.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+A.16
=1 ?+OH WAS +I NOW BUT ALIVE AGAIN,
+THE SPACE OF ONE HALF HOUR'
+OH THAT +I HAD MY PEACE SECURE'
+THEN THE DEVIL SHOULD HAVE NO POWER.?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 56+B.1
=/ +CHILD 56 +B
=/ +DIVES AND +LAZARUS
=/ +FROM MEMORY, AS SUNG BY CAROL-SINGERS AT +CHRISTMAS, IN +WORCESTERSHIRE, =/ AT +HAGLEY AND +HARTLEBURY, 1829-39: +F. +S. +L., IN +NOTES AND +QUERIES, =/ +FOURTH +SERIES, +I+I+I, 76.
=1 ^AS IT FELL OUT UPON ONE DAY,
+RICH +DIVERUS HE MADE A FEAST,
+AND HE INVITED ALL HIS FRIENDS,
+AND GENTRY OF THE BEST.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+B.2
=1 +AND IT FELL OUT UPON ONE DAY,
+POOR +LAZARUS HE WAS SO POOR,
+HE CAME AND LAID HIM DOWN AND DOWN.
+EVN DOWN AT +DIVERUS* DOOR.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+B.3
=1 +SO +LAZARUS LAID HIM DOWN AND DOWN
+EVEN DOWN AT +DIVERUS* DOOR:
?+SOME MEAT, SOME DRINK, BROTHER +DIVERUS, +DO BESTOW UPON THE POOR.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+B.4
=1 ?+THOU ART NONE OF MINE, BROTHER +LAZARUS, +LYING BEGGING AT MY DOOR:
+NO MEAT, NO DRINK WILL +I GIVE THEE,
+NOR BESTOW UPON THE POOR.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+B.5
=1 +THEN +LAZARUS LAID HIM DOWN AND DOWN, +EVEN DOWN AT +DIVERUS* WALL:
?+SOME MEAT, SOME DRINK, BROTHER +DIVERUS, +OR SURELY STARVE +I SHALL.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+B.6
=1 ?+THOU ART NONE OF MINE, BROTHER +LAZARUS, +LYING BEGGING AT MY WALL;
+NO MEAT, NO DRINK WILL +I GIVE THEE,
+AND THEREFORE STARVE THOU SHALL.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+B.7
=1 +THEN +LAZARUS LAID HIM DOWN AND DOWN, +EVEN DOWN AT +DIVERUS* GATE:
?+SOME MEAT, SOME DRINK, BROTHER +DIVERUS, +FOR +JESUS +CHRIST HIS SAKE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+B.8
=1 ?+THOU ART NONE OF MINE, BROTHER +LAZARUS, +LYING BEGGING AT MY GATE;
+NO MEAT, NO DRINK WILL +I GIVE THEE,
+FOR +JESUS +CHRIST HIS SAKE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+B.9
=1 +THEN +DIVERUS SENT OUT HIS MERRY MEN ALL, +TO WHIP POOR +LAZARUS AWAY;
+THEY HAD NOT POWER TO WHIP ONE WHIP,
+BUT THREW THEIR WHIPS AWAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+B.10
=1 +THEN +DIVERUS SENT OUT HIS HUNGRY DOGS, +TO BITE POOR +LAZARUS AWAY;
+THEY HAD NOT POWER TO BITE ONE BITE,
+BUT LICKED HIS SORES AWAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+B.11
=1 +AND IT FELL OUT UPON ONE DAY,
+POOR +LAZARUS HE SICKENED AND DIED;
+THERE CAME TWO ANGELS OUT OF HEAVEN,
+HIS SOUL THERETO TO GUIDE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+B.12
=1 ?+RISE UP, RISE UP, BROTHER +LAZARUS, +AND COME ALONG WITH ME;
+THERE IS A PLACE PREPARED IN HEAVEN,
+FOR TO SIT UPON AN ANGEL*S KNEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+B.13
=1 +AND IT FELL OUT UPON ONE DAY
+RICH +DIVERUS HE SICKENED AND DIED;
+THERE CAME TWO SERPENTS OUT OF HELL,
+HIS SOUL THERETO TO GUIDE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 56+B.14
=1 ?+RISE UP, RISE UP, BROTHER +DIVERUS, +AND COME ALONG WITH ME;
+THERE IS A PLACE PREPARED IN HELL,
+FOR TO SIT UPON A SERPENT*S KNEE.?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 57.1
=/ +CHILD 57
=/ +BROWN +ROBYN*S +CONFESSION
=/ +BUCHAN*S +BALLADS OF THE +NORTH OF +SCOTLAND, +I, 110.  +MOTHERWELL*S =/ +M+S., P. 580.
=1 ^IT FELL UPON A +WODENSDAY
+BROWN +ROBYN*S MEN WENT TO SEA,
+BUT THEY SAW NEITHER MOON NOR SUN,
+NOR STARLIGHT WI THEIR EE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 57.2
=1 ?+WE*LL CAST KEVELS US AMANG,
+SEE WHA THE UNHAPPY MAN MAY BE;?
+THE KEVEL FELL ON +BROWN +ROBYN,
+THE MASTER-MAN WAS HE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 57.3
=1 ?+IT IS NAE WONDER,? SAID +BROWN +ROBYN, ?+ALTHO +I DINNA THRIVE,
+FOR WI MY MITHER +I HAD TWA BAIRNS,
+AND WI MY SISTER FIVE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 57.4
=1 ?+BUT TIE ME TO A PLANK O WUDE,
+AND THROW ME IN THE SEA;
+AND IF +I SINK, YE MAY BID ME SINK,
+BUT IF +I SWIM, JUST LAT ME BEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 57.5
=1 +THEY*VE TYED HIM TO A PLANK O WUDE, +AND THROWN HIM IN THE SEA;
+HE DIDNA SINK, THO THEY BADE HIM SINK; +HE SWIMD, AND THEY BADE LAT HIM BEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 57.6
=1 +HE HADNA BEEN INTO THE SEA
+AN HOUR BUT BARELY THREE,
+TILL BY IT CAME +OUR +BLESSED +LADY,
+HER DEAR YOUNG SON HER WI.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 57.7
=1 ?+WILL YE GANG TO YOUR MEN AGAIN,
+OR WILL YE GANG WI ME$
+WILL YE GANG TO THE HIGH HEAVENS,
+WI MY DEAR SON AND ME$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 57.8
=1 ?+I WINNA GANG TO MY MEN AGAIN,
+FOR THEY WOULD BE FEARED AT MEE;
+BUT +I WOUD GANG TO THE HIGH HEAVENS,
+WI THY DEAR SON AND THEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 57.9
=1 ?+IT*S FOR NAE HONOUR YE DID TO ME, +BROWN +ROBYN, +IT*S FOR NAE GUID YE DID TO MEE;
+BUT A* IS FOR YOUR FAIR CONFESSION
+YOU*VE MADE UPON THE SEA.?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+A.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +A
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ A. +PERCY*S +RELIQUES, 1765, +I, 71: "GIVEN FROM TWO +M+S. COPIES, =/ TRANSMITTED FROM +SCOTLAND."  B. +HERD*S +SCOTS +SONGS, 1769, P. 243.
=1 ^THE KING SITS IN +DUMFERLING TOUNE, +DRINKING THE BLUDE-REID WINE:
?+O WHAR WILL +I GET GUID SAILOR,
+TO SAIL THIS SCHIP OF MINE$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+A.2
=1 +UP AND SPAK AN ELDERN KNICHT,
+SAT AT THE KINGS RICHT KNE:
?+SIR +PATRICK +SPENCE IS THE BEST SAILOR +THAT SAILS UPON THE SE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+A.3
=1 +THE KING HAS WRITTEN A BRAID LETTER, +AND SIGND IT WI HIS HAND,
+AND SENT IT TO +SIR +PATRICK +SPENCE,
+WAS WALKING ON THE SAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+A.4
=1 +THE FIRST LINE THAT +SIR +PATRICK RED, +A LOUD LAUCH LAUCHED HE;
+THE NEXT LINE THAT +SIR +PATRICK RED,
+THE TEIR BLINDED HIS EE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+A.5
=1 ?+O WHA IS THIS HAS DON THIS DEID,
+THIS ILL DEID DON TO ME,
+TO SEND ME OUT THIS TIME O* THE YEIR,
+TO SAIL UPON THE SE'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+A.6
=1 ?+MAK HAST, MAK HASTE, MY MIRRY MEN ALL, +OUR GUID SCHIP SAILS THE MORNE:?
?+O SAY NA SAE, MY MASTER DEIR,
+FOR +I FEIR A DEADLIE STORME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+A.7
=1 ?+LATE LATE YESTREEN +I SAW THE NEW MOONE, +WI THE AULD MOONE IN HIR ARME,
+AND +I FEIR, +I FEIR, MY DEIR MASTER,
+THAT WE WILL CUM TO HARME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+A.8
=1 +O OUR +SCOTS NABLES WER RICHT LAITH +TO WEET THEIR CORK-HEILD SCHOONE;
+BOT LANG OWRE A* THE PLAY WER PLAYD,
+THEIR HATS THEY SWAM ABOONE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+A.9
=1 +O LANG, LANG MAY THEIR LADIES SIT,
+WI THAIR FANS INTO THEIR HAND,
+OR EIR THEY SE +SIR +PATRICK +SPENCE
+CUM SAILING TO THE LAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+A.10
=1 +O LANG, LANG MAY THE LADIES STAND,
+WI THAIR GOLD KEMS IN THEIR HAIR,
+WAITING FOR THAIR AIN DEIR LORDS,
+FOR THEY*LL SE THAME NA MAIR.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+A.11
=1 +HAF OWRE, HAF OWRE TO +ABERDOUR,
+IT*S FIFTIE FADOM DEIP,
+AND THAIR LIES GUID +SIR +PATRICK +SPENCE, +WI THE +SCOTS LORDS AT HIS FEIT.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+B.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +B
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +HERD*S +M+S+S., +I+I, 27, +I, 49.
=1 ^THE KING HE SITS IN +DUMFERLING,
+DRINKING THE BLUDE REID WINE: +O
?+O WHERE WILL +I GET A GUDE SAILOR,
+THAT*L SAIL THE SHIPS O MINE$? +O
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+B.2
=1 +UP THEN STARTED A YALLOW-HAIRD MAN, +JUST BE THE KINGS RIGHT KNEE:
?+SIR +PATRICK +SPENCE IS THE BEST SAILOR +THAT EVER SAILD THE SEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+B.3
=1 +THEN THE KING HE WROTE A LANG LETTER, +AND SEALLD IT WITH HIS HAND,
+AND SENT IT TO +SIR +PATRICK +SPENCE,
+THAT WAS LYAND AT +LEITH +SANDS.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+B.4
=1 +WHEN +PATRICK LOOKD THE LETTER ON,
+HE GAE LOUD LAUGHTERS THREE;
+BUT AFORE HE WAN TO THE END OF IT
+THE TEIR BLINDIT HIS EE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+B.5
=1 ?+O WHA IS THIS HAS TALD THE KING,
+HAS TALD THE KING O ME$
+GIF +I BUT WIST THE MAN IT WAR,
+HANGED SHOULD HE BE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+B.6
=1 ?+COME EAT AND DRINK, MY MERRY MEN ALL, +FOR OUR SHIPS MAUN SAIL THE MORN;
+BLA*D WIND, BLA*D WEET, BLA*D SNA OR SLEET, +OUR SHIPS MAUN SAIL THE MORN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+B.7
=1 ?+ALAKE AND ALAS NOW, GOOD MASTER,
+FOR +I FEAR A DEIDLY STORM;
+FOR +I SAW THE NEW MOON LATE YESTREEN, +AND THE AULD MOON IN HER ARMS.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+B.8
=1 +THEY HAD NOT SAILD UPON THE SEA
+A LEAGUE BUT MERELY THREE,
+WHEN UGLY, UGLY WERE THE JAWS
+THAT ROWD UNTO THEIR KNEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+B.9
=1 +THEY HAD NOT SAILD UPON THE SEA
+A LEAGUE BUT MERELY NINE,
+WHEN WIND AND WEIT AND SNAW AND SLEIT
+CAME BLAWING THEM BEHIND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+B.10
=1 ?+THEN WHERE WILL +I GET A PRETTY BOY +WILL TAKE MY STEER IN HAND,
+TILL +I GO UP TO MY TAP-MAST,
+AND SEE GIF +I SEE DRY LAND$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+B.11
=1 ?+HERE AM +I, A PRETTY BOY
+THAT*L TAKE YOUR STEIR IN HAND,
+TILL YOU GO UP TO YOUR TAP-MAST,
+AND SEE AN YOU SEE THE LAND.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+B.12
=1 +LAITH, LAITH WERE OUR +SCOTTICH LORDS +TO WEIT THEIR COAL-BLACK SHOON;
+BUT YET ERE A* THE PLAY WAS PLAYD,
+THEY WAT THEIR HATS ABOON.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+B.13
=1 +LAITH, LAITH WAR OUR +SCOTTISH LORDS +TO WEIT THEIR COAL-BLACK HAIR;
+BUT YET ERE A* THE PLAY WAS PLAYD,
+THEY WAT IT EVERY HAIR.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+B.14
=1 +THE WATER AT +ST +JOHNSTON*S WALL
+WAS FIFTY FATHOM DEEP,
+AND THERE LY A* OUR +SCOTTISH LORDS,
+SIR +PATRICK AT THEIR FEET.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+B.15
=1 +LANG, LANG MAY OUR LADIES WAIT
+WI THE TEAR BLINDING THEIR EE,
+AFORE THEY SEE +SIR +PATRICK*S SHIPS
+COME SAILING OER THE SEA.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+B.16
=1 +LANG, LANG MAY OUR LADIES WAIT,
+WI THEIR BABIES IN THEIR HANDS,
+AFORE THEY SEE +SIR +PATRICK +SPENCE
+COME SAILING TO +LEITH +SANDS.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +C
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +MOTHERWELL*S +M+S., P. 493, "FROM THE RECITATION OF&+BUCHANAN, ALIAS =/ +MRS +NOTMAN, 9 +SEPTEMBER, 1826."
=1 ^THE KING SAT IN +DUNFERMLINE TOUN,
+DRINKING THE BLUDE RED WINE:
?+WHERE WILL +I GET A BOLD SAILOR,
+TO SAIL THIS SHIP O MINE$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.2
=1 +OUT THEN SPAK AN AULD AULD KNICHT,
+WAS NIGH THE KING AKIN:
?+SIR +PATRICK +SPENS IS THE BEST SAILOR +THAT EVER SAILED THE MAIN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.3
=1 +THE KING*S WROTE A LARGE LETTER,
+SEALED IT WITH HIS OWN HAND,
+AND SENT IT TO +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS,
+WAS WALKING ON DRY LAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.4
=1 +THE FIRST THREE LINES HE LOOKED ON, +THE TEARS DID BLIND HIS EE;
+THE NEIST THREE LINES HE LOOKED ON
+NOT ONE WORD COULD HE SEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.5
=1 ?+WHA IS THIS,? +SIR +PATRICK SAYS,
?+THAT*S TAULD THE KING O ME,
+TO SET ME OUT THIS TIME O THE YEAR
+TO SAIL UPON THE SEA'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.6
=1 ?+YESTREEN +I SAW THE NEW NEW MUNE,
+AND THE AULD MUNE IN HER ARM;
+AND THAT IS THE SIGN SINCE WE WERE BORN +EVEN OF A DEADLY STORM.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.7
=1 ?+DRINK ABOUT, MY MERRY BOYS,
+FOR WE MAUN SAIL THE MORN;
+BE IT WIND, OR BE IT WEET,
+OR BE IT DEADLY STORM.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.8
=1 +WE HADNA SAILED A LEAGUE, A LEAGUE, +A LEAGUE BUT ONLY ANE,
+TILL CAULD AND WATRY GREW THE WIND,
+AND STORMY GREW THE MAIN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.9
=1 +WE HADNA SAILED A LEAGUE, A LEAGUE, +A LEAGUE BUT ONLY TWA,
+TILL CAULD AND WATRY GREW THE WIND,
+COME HAILING OWRE THEM A*.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.10
=1 +WE HADNA SAILED A LEAGUE, A LEAGUE, +A LEAGUE BUT ONLY THREE,
+TILL COLD AND WATRY GREW THE WIND,
+AND GRUMLY GREW THE SEA.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.11
=1 ?+WHA WILL COME,? THE CAPTAIN SAYS,
?+AND TAKE MY HELM IN HAND$
+OR WHA*LL GAE UP TO MY TOPMAST,
+AND LOOK FOR SOME DRY LAND$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.12
=1 ?+MOUNT UP, MOUNT UP, MY PRETTY BOY, +SEE WHAT YOU CAN SPY;
+MOUNT UP, MOUNT UP, MY PRETTY BOY,
+SEE IF ANY LAND WE*RE NIGH.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.13
=1 ?+WE*RE FIFTY MILES FROM SHORE TO SHORE, +AND FIFTY BANKS OF SAND;
+AND WE HAVE ALL THAT FOR TO SAIL
+OR WE COME TO DRY LAND.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.14
=1 ?+COME DOWN, COME DOWN, MY PRETTY BOY, +I THINK YOU TARRY LANG;
+FOR THE SAUT SEA*S IN AT OUR COAT-NECK +AND OUT AT OUR LEFT ARM.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.15
=1 ?+COME DOWN, COME DOWN, MY PRETTY BOY, +I FEAR WE HERE MAUN DIE;
+FOR THRO AND THRO MY GOODLY SHIP
+I SEE THE GREEN-WAVED SEA.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.16
=1 +OUR +SCOTCH LORDS WERE ALL AFRAID
+TO WEET THEIR CORK-HEELED SHOON;
+BUT LANG OR A* THE PLAY WAS PLAYED,
+THEIR HATS THEY SWAM ABUNE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.17
=1 +THE FIRST STEP THAT THE CAPTAIN STEPT, +IT TOOK HIM TO THE KNEE,
+AND THE NEXT STEP THAT THE CAPTAIN STEPPED +THEY WERE A* DROWND IN THE SEA.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.18
=1 +HALF OWRE, HALF OWRE TO +ABERDOUR
+IT*S FIFTY FADOMS DEEP,
+AND THERE LAY GOOD +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS, +AND THE +SCOTCH LORDS AT HIS FEET.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.19
=1 +LANG MAY OUR +SCOTCH LORDS* LADIES SIT, +AND SEW THEIR SILKEN SEAM,
+BEFORE THEY SEE THEIR GOOD +SCOTCH LORDS +COME SAILING OWRE THE MAIN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+C.20
=1 +LANG LANG MAY +SIR +PATRICK*S LADY
+SIT ROCKING HER AULD SON,
+BEFORE SHE SEES +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
+COME SAILING OWRE THE MAIN.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+D.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +D
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +MOTHERWELL*S +M+S., P. 496, COMMUNICATED BY +KIRKPATRICK +SHARPE.
=1 ^THE KING SITS IN +DUMFERLING TOWN,
+DRINKING THE BLOOD RED WINE: +O
?+WHERE WILL +I GET A GOOD SKIPPER,
+TO SAIL SEVEN SHIPS O MINE$? +O
+WHERE WILL, ETC?P
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+D.2
=1 +O UP THEN SPAKE A BRA YOUNG MAN,
+AND A BRA YOUNG MAN WAS HE:
?+SIR +ANDREW +WOOD IS THE BEST SKIPPER +THAT EVER SAILD THE SEA.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+D.3
=1 +THE KING HAS WRITTEN A BRA LETTER,
+AND SEALD IT WI HIS HAND,
+AND ORDERED +SIR +ANDREW +WOOD
+TO COME AT HIS COMMAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+D.4
=1 ?+O WHA IS THIS, OR WHA IS THAT,
+HAS TAULD THE KING O ME$
+FOR HAD HE BEEN A BETTER MAN,
+HE MIGHT HA TAULD A LEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+D.5
=1 +AS +I CAME IN BY THE +INCH, +INCH, +INCH, +I HEARD AN AULD MAN WEEP:
?+SIR +ANDREW +WOOD AND A* HIS MEN
+ARE DROWNED IN THE DEEP'?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+D.6
=1 +O LANG LANG MAY YON LADIES STAND,
+THEIR FANS INTO THEIR HANDS,
+BEFORE THEY SEE +SIR +ANDREW +WOOD
+COME SAILING TO DRY LAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+D.7
=1 +O LAITH LAITH WERE OUR +SCOTTISH LORDS +TO WEIT THEIR CORK-HEELED SHOON;
+BUT ERE THAT A* THE PLAY WAS PLAID,
+THEY WAT THEIR HEADS ABOON.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+D.8
=1 +NORE-EAST, NORE-WEST FRAE +ABERDEEN +IS FIFTY FANTHOM DEEP,
+AND THERE LIES GOOD +SIR +ANDREW +WOOD, +AND A* THE +SCOTTISH FLEET.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+E.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +E
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +MOTHERWELL*S +M+S., P. 348.
=1 ^THE KING SITS IN +DUMFERMLINE TOUN, +SAE MERRILIE DRINKING WINE; +O
+SAYS, +WHARE WILL +I GET A FINE SKIPPER, +WUD SAIL THESE SHIPS OF MINE$ +O
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+E.2
=1 +OUT AND SPAK AN AULD RICH KNICHT,
+AND AN ILL DEATH MAY HE DIE'
+SAYS, +YOUNG +PATRICK IS THE BEST SKIPPER +THAT EVER SET SAIL ON SEA.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+E.3
=1 +THE KING DID WRITE A LANG LETTER,
+SEALED IT WITH HIS OWN HAND,
+AND HE SENT IT TO +YOUNG +PATRICK,
+TO COME AT HIS COMMAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+E.4
=1 +WHEN +YOUNG +PATRICK READ THE LETTER LANG, +THE TEAR BLINDIT HIS EE;
+SAYS +WHA IS THIS, OR WHA IS THAT,
+THAT*S TAULD THE KING OF ME$
+ALTHO HE HAD BEEN BETTER THAN WHAT HE IS, +HE MICHT HAE ASKT LEAVE OF ME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+E.5
=1 ?+BUT BUSK, +O BUSK, MY MERRY MEN A*, +O BUSK AND MAK YOU BRAW,
+FOR BLAW THE WIND WHAT AIRT IT WILL,
+OUR SHIP SHE MUST AWA.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+E.6
=1 ?+DRINK, +O DRINK, MY MERRIE MEN ALL, +DRINK O THE BEER AND WINE,
+FOR GIN +WEDENSDAY BY TWAL O*CLOCK
+WE*LL A* BE IN OUR LANG HAME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+E.7
=1 +OUT AND SPAK A PRETTY LITTLE BOY:
?+I FEAR A DEADLIE STORM;
+FOR +I SAW THE NEW MUNE LATE YESTREEN, +AND THE OLD ANE IN HER ARM,
+AND READILIE, MAISTER,? SAID HE,
?+THAT*S THE SIGN OF A DEADLY STORM.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+E.8
=1 +AYE THEY SAT, AND AYE THEY DRANK,
+THEY DRANK OF THE BEER AND WINE,
+AND GIN +WEDENSDAY GIN TEN O*CLOCK,
+THEIR HAIR WAS WAT ABUNE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+E.9
=1 ?+WHARE WULD +I GET A PRETTY LITTLE BOY, +THAT WANTS TO WIN HOSE AND SHOON,
+WULD UP TO THE TOP OF MY MAINMAST GO,
+SEE IF HE COULD SPY LAND$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+E.10
=1 ?+O HERE AM +I, A PRETTY LITTLE BOY, +WANTS TO WIN HOSE AND SHOON;
+I*LL UP TO THE TOP OF YOUR MAINMAST GO, +THOUGH +I SHOULD NEER COME DOUN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+E.11
=1 ?+COME DOUN, COME DOUN, MY PRETTY LITTLE BOY, +I THINK THOU TARRIES LANG;
+FOR THE JAWE IS COMING IN AT MY COAT-NECK, +GOING OUT AT MY RICHT HAND.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+E.12
=1 +BUT THERE CUM A SHOUIR OUT O THE +NOREWEST, +OF DREIDFU HAIL AND RAIN,
+IT MADE +YOUNG +PATRICK AND HIS MEN
+A* FLAT WI THE SEA FAEM.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+E.13
=1 +O IS NA IT A GREAT PITYE
+TO SEE FEATHER-BEDS ON THE MAIN$
+BUT IT IS A GREATER PITYE, +I THINK,
+TO SEE MEN DOING THE SAME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+E.14
=1 +THERE*S A BRIG AT THE BACK O +SANCT +JOHN*S TOUN, +IT*S FIFTY FADOM DEEP,
+AND THERE LIES A* OUR BRAU +SCOTS LORDS, +YOUNG +PATRICK*S AT THEIR FEET.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+E.15
=1 +YOUNG +PATRICK*S LADY SITS AT HAME, +SHE*S SEWING HER SILKEN SEAM;
+AND AYE WHEN SHE LOOKS TO THE SALT SEA WAVES, ?+I FEAR HE*LL NEER RETURN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+E.16
=1 +YOUNG +PATRICK*S LADY SITS AT HAME
+ROCKING HER OLDEST SON;
+AND AYE WHEN SHE LOOKS TO THE SALT SEA WAVES, ?+I*M FEARED HE*LL NEER COME HAME.?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+F.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +F
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +MOTHERWELL*S +M+S., P. 153, FROM THE RECITATION OF +MRS +THOMSON.
=1 ^THE KING HE SITS ON +DUNFERMLINE HILL, +DRINKING BAITH BEER AND WINE; +O
+SAYS, +WHARE SHALL +I GET A GOOD SKIPPER, +THAT WILL SAIL THE SALT SEA FINE$ +O
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+F.2
=1 +BUT OUT THEN SPEAKS AN +IRISH KNIGHT, +SAT BY THE KING*S RIGHT KNEE:
?+SKIPPER +PATRICK IS THE BEST SKIPPER
+THAT EVER MY EYES DID SEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+F.3
=1 +THE KING HAS WRITTEN A LANG LETTER, +AND SEALED IT WI HIS HAND,
+AND SENT IT TO +SKIPPER +PATRICK,
+AS HE WALKED ALANG THE SAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+F.4
=1 ?+O WHA IS THIS, OR WHA IS THAT,
+THAT*S TAULD THE KING OF ME$
+FOR THO IT HAD BEEN THE QUEEN HERSELL, +SHE MIGHT HAE LET IT BE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+F.5
=1 ?+BUT BUSK YOU, +O BUSK, MY MERRY MEN ALL, +SAE MERRILY BUSK AND BOUNE,
+FOR BLAW THE WIND WHERE EER IT WILL,
+OUR GUDE SHIP SAILS THE MORN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+F.6
=1 ?+O NO, +O NO, OUR DEAR MASTER,
+IT WILL BE A DEIDLY STORM;
+FOR YESTREEN +I SAW THE NEW NEW MUNE,
+WI THE AULD MUNE IN HER ARM;
+IT*S A TOKEN, MAISTER, OR YE WERE BORN, +IT WILL BE A DEADLY STORM.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+F.7
=1 ?+BUT BUSK, +O BUSK, MY MERRIE MEN ALL, +OUR GUDE SHIP SAILS THE MORN,
+FOR BLOW THE WIND WHEREER IT WILL,
+OUR GUDE SHIP SAILS THE MORN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+F.8
=1 +THEY HAD NA SAILED A DAY, A DAY,
+A DAY BUT SCARSELY FIVE,
+TILL +SKIPPER +PATRICK*S BONNY SHIP
+BEGAN TO CRACK AND RIVE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+F.9
=1 +IT*S BONNY WAS THE FEATHER BEDS
+THAT SWIMMED ALANG THE MAIN,
+BUT BONNIER WAS OUR BRAW +SCOTS LORDS, +THEY NEER RETURNED AGAIN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+F.10
=1 +OUR +SCOTS LORDS THEY ARE ALL LAITH +TO WEET THEIR COAL BLACK SHOON;
+BUT +I TROW OR A* THE PLAY WAS PLAYED, +THEY WAT THEIR HAIR ABUNE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+F.11
=1 +OUR LADIES MAY STAND UPON THE SAND, +KEMBING DOWN THEIR YELLOW HAIR,
+BUT THEY WILL NEER SEE +SKIPPER +PATRICK*S SHIP +COME SAILING IN NAE MAIR.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+F.12
=1 +OUR LADIES MAY STAND UPON THE SAND
+WI GLOVES UPON THEIR HAND,
+BUT THEY WILL NEVER SEE +SKIPPER +PATRICK*S SHIP +COME SAILING INTO THE LAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+F.13
=1 +O VOUR AND O VOUR TO BONNIE +ABERDOUR +IT*S FIFTY FADOMS DEEP;
+THERE YOU WILL FIND YOUNG +PATRICK LYE, +WI HIS +SCOTS LORDS AT HIS HEAD.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+F.14
=1 +ROW OWRE, ROW OWRE TO +ABERDOUR,
+IT*S FIFTY FADOM DEEP;
+AND THERE LIES +EARL +PATRICK +SPENS,
+HIS MEN ALL AT HIS FEET.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +G
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +JAMIESON*S +POPULAR +BALLADS, +I, 157, COMMUNICATED BY +SCOTT.
=1 ^THE KING SITS IN +DUNFERMLIN TOWN,
+SAE MERRILY DRINKIN THE WINE:
?+WHARE WILL +I GET A MARINER,
+WILL SAIL THIS SHIP O MINE$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.2
=1 +THEN UP BESPAK A BONNY BOY,
+SAT JUST AT THE KING*S KNEE:
?+SIR +PATRICK +SPENCE IS THE BEST SEAMAN, +THAT EER SET FOOT ON SEA.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.3
=1 +THE KING HAS WRITTEN A BRAID LETTER, +SEALD IT WI HIS AIN HAND;
+HE HAS SENT WORD TO +SIR +PATRICK,
+TO COME AT HIS COMMAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.4
=1 ?+O WHA IS THIS, OR WHA IS THAT,
+HAS TALD THE KING O ME$
+FOR +I WAS NEVER A GOOD SEAMAN,
+NOR EVER INTEND TO BE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.5
=1 +THEY MOUNTED SAIL ON +MUNENDAY MORN, +WI A* THE HASTE THEY MAY,
+AND THEY HAE LANDED IN +NORRAWAY,
+UPON THE +WEDNESDAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.6
=1 +THEY HADNA BEEN A MONTH, A MONTH
+IN +NORRAWAY BUT THREE,
+TILL LADS O +NORRAWAY BEGAN TO SAY,
+YE SPEND A* OUR WHITE MONIE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.7
=1 ?+YE SPEND A* OUR GOOD KINGIS GOUD,
+BUT AND OUR QUEENIS FEE:?
?+YE LIE, YE LIE, YE LIARS LOUD,
+SAE WEEL*S +I HEAR YOU LIE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.8
=1 ?+FOR +I BROUGHT AS MUCH WHITE MONEY +AS WILL GAIN MY MEN AND ME;
+I BROUGHT HALF A FOU O GOOD RED GOUD
+OUT OER THE SEA WITH ME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.9
=1 ?+BE*T WIND OR WEET, BE*T SNAW OR SLEET, +OUR SHIPS MAUN SAIL THE MORN:?
?+O EVER ALACK' MY MASTER DEAR,
+I FEAR A DEADLY STORM.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.10
=1 ?+I SAW THE NEW MOON LATE YESTREEN,
+WI THE AULD MOON IN HER ARM;
+AND IF WE GANG TO SEA, MASTER,
+I FEAR WE*LL SUFFER HARM.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.11
=1 +THEY HADNA SAILED A LEAGUE ON SEA,
+A LEAGUE BUT BARELY ANE,
+TILL ANCHORS BRAK, AND TAP-MASTS LAP;
+THERE CAME A DEADLY STORM.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.12
=1 ?+WHARE WILL +I GET A BONNY BOY
+WILL TAK THIR SAILS IN HAND,
+THAT WILL GANG UP TO THE TAP-MAST,
+SEE AN HE KEN DRY LAND$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.13
=1 +LAITH, LAITH WERE OUR GOOD +SCOTS LORDS +TO WEET THEIR LEATHERN SHOON;
+BUT OR THE MORN AT FAIR DAY-LIGHT,
+THEIR HATS WERE WAT ABOON.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.14
=1 +MONY WAS THE FEATHER BED,
+THAT FLOTTERD ON THE FAEM,
+AND MONY WAS THE GOOD +SCOTS LORD
+GAED AWA THAT NEER CAM HAME,
+AND MONY WAS THE FATHERLESS BAIRN
+THAT LAY AT HAME GREETIN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.15
=1 +IT*S FORTY MILES TO +ABERDEEN,
+AND FIFTY FATHOMS DEEP;
+AND THERE LYES A* OUR GOOD +SCOTS LORDS, +WI +SIR +PATRICK AT THEIR FEET.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.16
=1 +THE LADIES CRACKT THEIR FINGERS WHITE, +THE MAIDENS TORE THEIR HAIR,
+A* FOR THE SAKE O THEIR TRUE LOVES,
+FOR THEM THEY NEER SAW MAIR.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+G.17
=1 +LANG, LANG MAY OUR LADIES STAND,
+WI THEIR FANS IN THEIR HAND,
+ERE THEY SEE +SIR +PATRICK AND HIS MEN +COME SAILING TO THE LAND.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +H
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +MINSTRELSY OF THE +SCOTTISH +BORDER, +I+I+I, 64, ED. 1803; +I, 299, =/ ED. 1833; "TAKEN FROM TWO +M+S. COPIES, COLLATED WITH SEVERAL VERSES =/ RECITED BY THE EDITOR*S FRIEND, +ROBERT +HAMILTON, +ESQ., +ADVOCATE." =1 ^THE KING SITS IN +DUMFERMLINE TOWN, +DRINKING THE BLUDE-RED WINE: +O
?+O WHARE WILL +I GET A SKEELY SKIPPER, +TO SAIL THIS NEW SHIP OF MINE$? +O
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.2
=1 +O UP AND SPAKE AN ELDERN KNIGHT,
+SAT AT THE KING*S RIGHT KNEE:
?+SIR +PATRICK +SPENS IS THE BEST SAILOR +THAT EVER SAILD THE SEA.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.3
=1 +OUR KING HAS WRITTEN A BRAID LETTER, +AND SEALD IT WITH HIS HAND,
+AND SENT IT TO +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS,
+WAS WALKING ON THE STRAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.4
=1 ?+TO +NOROWAY, TO +NOROWAY,
+TO +NOROWAY OER THE FAEM;
+THE KING*S DAUGHTER OF +NOROWAY,
*+TIS THOU MAUN BRING HER HAME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.5
=1 +THE FIRST WORD THAT +SIR +PATRICK READ, +SAE LOUD, LOUD LAUGHED HE;
+THE NEIST WORD THAT +SIR +PATRICK READ, +THE TEAR BLINDED HIS EE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.6
=1 ?+O WHA IS THIS HAS DONE THIS DEED,
+AND TAULD THE KING O ME,
+TO SEND US OUT AT THIS TIME OF THE YEAR +TO SAIL UPON THE SEA$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.7
=1 ?+BE IT WIND, BE IT WEET, BE IT HAIL, BE IT SLEET, +OUR SHIP MUST SAIL THE FAEM;
+THE KING*S DAUGHTER OF +NOROWAY,
*+TIS WE MUST FETCH HER HAME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.8
=1 +THEY HOYSED THEIR SAILS ON +MONENDAY MORN, +WI A* THE SPEED THEY MAY;
+THEY HAE LANDED IN +NOROWAY,
+UPON A +WODENSDAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.9
=1 +THEY HADNA BEEN A WEEK, A WEEK
+IN +NOROWAY BUT TWAE,
+WHEN THAT THE LORDS O +NOROWAY
+BEGAN ALOUD TO SAY:
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.10
=1 ?+YE +SCOTTISHMEN SPEND A* OUR KING*S GOUD, +AND A* OUR QUEENIS FEE'?
?+YE LIE, YE LIE, YE LIARS LOUD,
+FU LOUD +I HEAR YE LIE'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.11
=1 ?+FOR +I BROUGHT AS MUCH WHITE MONIE +AS GANE MY MEN AND ME,
+AND +I BROUGHT A HALF-FOU O GUDE RED GOUD +OUT OER THE SEA WI ME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.12
=1 ?+MAKE READY, MAKE READY, MY MERRYMEN A*, +OUR GUDE SHIP SAILS THE MORN:?
?+NOW, EVER ALAKE' MY MASTER DEAR,
+I FEAR A DEADLY STORM'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.13
=1 ?+I SAW THE NEW MOO LATE YESTREEN,
+WI THE AULD MOON IN HER ARM;
+AND IF WE GANG TO SEA, MASTER,
+I FEAR WE*LL COME TO HARM.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.14
=1 +THEY HADNA SAILED A LEAGUE, A LEAGUE, +A LEAGUE BUT BARELY THREE,
+WHEN THE LIFT GREW DARK, AND THE WIND BLEW LOUD, +AND GURLY GREW THE SEA.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.15
=1 +THE ANKERS BRAK, AND THE TOPMASTS LAP, +IT WAS SIC A DEADLY STORM,
+AND THE WAVES CAME OER THE BROKEN SHIP, +TILL A* HER SIDES WERE TORN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.16
=1 ?+O WHERE WILL +I GET A GUDE SAILOR, +TO TAKE MY HELM IN HAND,
+TILL +I GET UP TO THE TALL TOPMAST,
+TO SEE IF +I CAN SPY LAND$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.17
=1 ?+O HERE AM +I, A SAILOR GUDE,
+TO TAKE THE HELM IN HAND,
+TILL YOU GO UP TO THE TALL TOPMAST;
+BUT +I FEAR YOU*LL NEER SPY LAND.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.18
=1 +HE HADNA GANE A STEP, A STEP,
+A STEP BUT BARELY ANE,
+WHEN A BOUT FLEW OUT OF OUR GOODLY SHIP, +AND THE SALT SEA IT CAME IN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.19
=1 ?+GAE FETCH A WEB O THE SILKEN CLAITH, +ANOTHER O THE TWINE,
+AND WAP THEM INTO OUR SHIP*S SIDE,
+AND LETNA THE SEA COME IN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.20
=1 +THEY FETCHED A WEB O THE SILKEN CLAITH, +ANOTHER O THE TWINE,
+AND THEY WAPPED THEM ROUN THAT GUDE SHIP*S SIDE, +BUT STILL THE SEA CAME IN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.21
=1 +O LAITH, LAITH WERE OUR GUDE +SCOTS LORDS +TO WEET THEIR CORK-HEELD SHOON;
+BUT LANG OR A* THE PLAY WAS PLAYD,
+THEY WAT THEIR HATS ABOON.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.22
=1 +AND MONY WAS THE FEATHER-BED
+THAT FLATTERED ON THE FAEM,
+AND MONY WAS THE GUDE LORD*S SON
+THAT NEVER MAIR CAM HAME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.23
=1 +THE LADYES WRANG THEIR FINGERS WHITE, +THE MAIDENS TORE THEIR HAIR,
+A* FOR THE SAKE OF THEIR TRUE LOVES,
+FOR THEM THEY*LL SEE NA MAIR.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.24
=1 +O LANG, LANG MAY THE LADYES SIT,
+WI THEIR FANS INTO THEIR HAND,
+BEFORE THEY SEE +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
+COME SAILING TO THE STRAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.25
=1 +AND LANG, LANG MAY THE MAIDENS SIT, +WI THEIR GOUD KAIMS IN THEIR HAIR,
+A* WAITING FOR THEIR AIN DEAR LOVES,
+FOR THEM THEY*LL SEE NA MAIR.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+H.26
=1 +O FORTY MILES OFF +ABERDEEN
*+TIS FIFTY FATHOMS DEEP,
+AND THERE LIES GUDE +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS, +WI THE +SCOTS LORDS AT HIS FEET.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +I
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +BUCHAN*S +BALLADS OF THE +NORTH OF +SCOTLAND, +I, 1; +MOTHERWELL*S +M+S., =/ P. 550.
=1 ^THE KING SITS IN +DUMFERMLINE TOWN, +A-DRINKING AT THE WINE;
+SAYS, +WHERE WILL +I GET A GOOD SKIPPER, +WILL SAIL THE SAUT SEAS FINE$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.2
=1 +OUT IT SPEAKS AN ELDREN KNIGHT
+AMANG THE COMPANIE:
?+YOUNG +PATRICK +SPENS IS THE BEST SKIPPER +THAT EVER SAILD THE SEA.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.3
=1 +THE KING HE WROTE A BRAID LETTER,
+AND SEALD IT WI HIS RING;
+SAYS, +YE*LL GIE THAT TO +PATRICK +SPENS, +SEE IF YE CAN HIM FIND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.4
=1 +HE SENT THIS NOT WI AN AULD MAN,
+NOR YET A SIMPLE BOY,
+BUT THE BEST O NOBLES IN HIS TRAIN
+THIS LETTER DID CONVOY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.5
=1 +WHEN +PATRICK LOOKD THE LETTER UPON +A LIGHT LAUGH THEN GAE HE;
+BUT ERE HE READ IT TILL AN END,
+THE TEAR BLINDED HIS EE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.6
=1 +YE*LL EAT AND DRINK, MY MERRY MEN A*, +AN SEE YE BE WEELL THORN;
+FOR BLAW IT WEET, OR BLAW IT WIND,
+MY GUID SHIP SAILS THE MORN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.7
=1 +THEN OUT IT SPEAKS A GUID AULD MAN, +A GUID DEATH MAT HE DEE'
?+WHATEVER YE DO, MY GUID MASTER,
+TAK +GOD YOUR GUIDE TO BEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.8
=1 ?+FOR LATE YESTREEN +I SAW THE NEW MOON, +THE AULD MOON IN HER ARM:?
?+OHON, ALAS'? SAYS +PATRICK +SPENS,
?+THAT BODES A DEADLY STORM.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.9
=1 ?+BUT +I MAUN SAIL THE SEAS THE MORN, +AND LIKEWISE SAE MAUN YOU;
+TO +NOROWAY, WI OUR KING*S DAUGHTER,
+A CHOSEN QUEEN SHE*S NOW.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.10
=1 ?+BUT +I WONDER WHO HAS BEEN SAE BASE +AS TAULD THE KING O MEE;
+EVEN THO HE WARE MY AE BRITHER,
+AN ILL DEATH MAT HE DEE'?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.11
=1 +NOW +PATRICK HE RIGGD OUT HIS SHIP, +AND SAILED OWER THE FAEM,
+BUT MONY A DREARY THOUGHT HAD HEE,
+WHILE HEE WAS ON THE MAIN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.12
=1 +THEY HADNA SAILD UPON THE SEA
+A DAY BUT BARELY THREE,
+TILL THEY CAME IN SIGHT O +NOROWAY,
+IT*S THERE WHERE THEY MUST BEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.13
=1 +THEY HADNA STAYED INTO THAT PLACE
+A MONTH BUT AND A DAY,
+TILL HE CAUSD THE FLIP IN MUGS GAE ROUN, +AND WINE IN CANS SAE GAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.14
=1 +THE PIPE AND HARP SAE SWEETLY PLAYD, +THE TRUMPETS LOUDLY SOUN;
+IN EVERY HALL WHERE IN THEY STAYD,
+WI THEIR MIRTH DID REBOUN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.15
=1 +THEN OUT IT SPEAKS AN AULD SKIPPER, +AN INBEARING DOG WAS HEE:
?+YE*VE STAYD OWER LANG IN +NOROWAY,
+SPENDING YOUR KING*S MONIE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.16
=1 +THEN OUT IT SPEAKS +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS: ?+O HOW CAN A* THIS BEE$
+I HAE A BOW O GUID RED GOWD
+INTO MY SHIP WI MEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.17
=1 ?+BUT BETIDE ME WELL, BETIDE ME WAE, +THIS DAY +I*SE LEAVE THE SHORE,
+AND NEVER SPEND MY KING*S MONIE
+MONG +NOROWAY DOGS NO MORE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.18
=1 +YOUNG +PATRICK HEE IS ON THE SEA,
+AND EVEN ON THE FAEM,
+WI FIVE-AN-FIFTY +SCOTS LORDS* SONS,
+THAT LANGD TO BEE AT HAME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.19
=1 +THEY HADNA SAILD UPON THE SEA
+A DAY BUT BARELY THREE,
+TILL LOUD AND BOISTROUS GREW THE WIND, +AND STORMY GREW THE SEA.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.20
=1 ?+O WHERE WILL +I GET A LITTLE WEE BOY +WILL TAK MY HELM IN HAND,
+TILL +I GAE UP TO MY TAPMAST,
+AND SEE FOR SOME DRY LAND$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.21
=1 +HE HADNA GANE TO HIS TAPMAST
+A STEP BUT BARELY THREE,
+ERE THRO AND THRO THE BONNY SHIP*S SIDE +HE SAW THE GREEN HAW SEA.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.22
=1 ?+THERE ARE FIVE-AN-FIFTY FEATHER BEDS +WELL PACKED IN AE ROOM;
+AND YE*LL GET AS MUCKLE GUID CANVAS
+AS WRAP THE SHIP A* ROUN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.23
=1 ?+YE*LL PICT HER WELL, AND SPARE HER NOT, +AND MAK HER HALE AND SOUN:?
+BUT ERE HE HAD THE WORD WELL SPOKE
+THE BONNY SHIP WAS DOWN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.24
=1 +O LAITH, LAITH WERE OUR GUID LORDS* SONS +TO WEET THEIR MILK-WHITE HANDS;
+BUT LANG ERE A* THE PLAY WAS OWER,
+THEY WAT THEIR GOWDEN BANDS.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.25
=1 +O LAITH, LAITH WERE OUR +SCOTS LORDS* SONS +TO WEET THEIR COAL-BLACK SHOON;
+BUT LANG ERE A* THE PLAY WAS OWER,
+THEY WAT THEIR HATS ABOON.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.26
=1 +IT*S EVEN OWER BY +ABERDOUR
+IT*S FIFTY FATHOMS DEEP,
+AND YONDER LIES +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS,
+AND A*S MEN AT HIS FEET.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.27
=1 +IT*S EVEN OWER BY +ABERDOUR,
+THERE*S MONY A CRAIG AND FIN,
+AND YONDER LIES +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS,
+WI MONY A GUID LORD*S SON.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.28
=1 +LANG, LANG WILL THE LADYES LOOK,
+INTO THEIR MORNING WEED,
+BEFORE THEY SEE YOUNG +PATRICK +SPENS
+COME SAILING OWER THE FLEED.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+I.29
=1 +LANG, LANG WILL THE LADYES LOOK,
+WI THEIR FANS IN THEIR HAND,
+BEFORE THEY SEE HIM +PATRICK +SPENS
+COME SAILING TO DRY LAND.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +J
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +MISS +HARRIS*S +M+S., FOL. 4, FROM THE SINGING OF HER MOTHER.
=1 ^HIE SITS OOR KING IN +DUMFERMLINE,
+SITS BIRLIN AT THE WINE;
+SAYS, +WHARE WILL +I GET A BONNIE BOY
+THAT WILL SAIL THE SAUT SEAS FINE$
+THAT WILL HIE OWRE TO +NORRAWAY,
+TO BRING MY DEAR DOCHTER HAME$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.2
=1 +UP IT SPAK A BONNIE BOY,
+SAT BY THE KING*S AIN KNIE:
?+SIR +PATRICK +SPENS IS AS GUDE A SKIPPER +AS EVER SAILED THE SEA.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.3
=1 +THE KING HAS WROTE A BROAD LETTER,
+AND SIGNED IT WI HIS HAND,
+AND SENT IT TO +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS,
+TO READ IT GIF HE CAN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.4
=1 +THE FIRSTEN LINE HE LUIKIT ON,
+A LICHT LAUCHTER GAE HE;
+BUT ERE HE READ IT TO THE END,
+THE TEAR BLINDIT HIS EE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.5
=1 ?+O WHA IS THIS, OR WHA IS THAT,
+HAS TAULD OOR KING O ME$
+I WAD HAE GIEN HIM TWICE AS MUCKLE THANK +TO LATTEN THAT ABEE'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.6
=1 ?+BUT EAT AN DRINK, MY MERRIE YOUNG MEN, +EAT, AN BE WEEL FORN;
+FOR BLAW IT WIND, OR BLAW IT WEET,
+OOR GUDE SHIP SAILS THE MORN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.7
=1 +UP IT SPAK HIS YOUNGEST SON,
+SAT BY +SIR +PATRICK*S KNIE:
?+I BEG YOU BIDE AT HAME, FATHER,
+AN +I PRAY BE RULED BY ME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.8
=1 ?+FOR +I SAW THE NEW MUNE LATE YESTREEN, +WI THE AULD MUNE IN HER ARMS;
+AN EVER AN ALAKE, MY FATHER DEAR,
+IT*S A TOKEN O DIEDLY STORMS.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.9
=1 ?+IT*S EAT AN DRINK, MY MERRIE YOUNG MEN, +EAT, AN BE WEEL FORN;
+FOR BLAW IT WIND, OR BLAW IT WEET,
+OOR GUDE SHIP SAILS THE MORN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.10
=1 +THEY HADNA SAILED A LEAGUE, A LEAGUE, +A LEAGUE BUT ONLY THREE,
+WHEN THE WHIRLIN WIND AN THE UGLY JAWS +CAM DRIVIN TO THEIR KNIE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.11
=1 +THEY HADNA SAILED A LEAGUE, A LEAGUE, +A LEAGUE BUT ONLY FIVE,
+WHEN THE WHIRLIN WIND AN THE UGLY JAWS +THEIR GUDE SHIP BEGAN TO RIVE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.12
=1 +THEY HADNA SAILED A LEAGUE, A LEAGUE, +A LEAGUE BUT ONLY NINE,
+WHEN THE WHIRLIN WIND AN THE UGLY JAWS +CAM DRIVIN TO THEIR CHIN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.13
=1 ?+O WHAUR WILL +I GET A BONNIE BOY
+WILL TAK THE STEER IN HAND,
+TILL +I MOUNT UP TO OOR TAPMAST,
+TO LUIK OOT FOR DRY LAND$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.14
=1 ?+O HERE AM +I, A BONNIE BOY,
+WILL TAK THE STEER IN HAND,
+TILL YOU MOUNT UP TO OOR TAPMAST,
+TO LUIK OOT FOR DRY LAND.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.15
=1 +HE*S GAEN UP TO THE TAPMAST,
+TO THE TAPMAST SAE HIE;
+HE LUIKIT AROUND ON EVERY SIDE,
+BUT DRY LAND HE COULDNA SEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.16
=1 +HE LUIKIT ON HIS YOUNGEST SON,
+AN THE TEAR BLINDIT HE EE;
+SAYS, +I WISH YOU HAD BEEN IN YOUR MOTHER*S BOWR, +BUT THERE YOU*LL NEVER BE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.17
=1 ?+PRAY FOR YOURSELS, MY MERRIE YOUNG MEN, +PRAY FOR YOURSELS AN ME,
+FOR THE FIRST LANDEN THAT WE WILL LAND +WILL BE IN THE BODDAM O THE SEA.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.18
=1 +THEN UP IT RAISE THE MERMAIDEN,
+WI THE COMB AN GLASS IN HER HAND:
?+HERE*S A HEALTH TO YOU, MY MERRIE YOUNG MEN, +FOR YOU NEVER WILL SEE DRY LAND.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.19
=1 +O LAITH, LAITH WAUR OOR GUDE +SCOTS LORDS +TO WEET THEIR CORK-HEELED SHOON;
+BUT LANG, LANG ERE THE PLAY WAS PLAYED, +THEIR YELLOW LOCKS SOOMED ABOUN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.20
=1 +THERE WAS +SATURDAY, AN +SABBATH DAY, +AN +MONNONDAY AT MORN,
+THAT FEATHER-BEDS AN SILKEN SHEETS
+CAN FLOATIN TO +KINGHORN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.21
=1 +IT*S OCH, OCH OWRE TO +ABERDOUR,
+IT*S FIFTY FADDOMS DEEP;
+AN THERE LIE A* OOR GUDE +SCOTS LORDS, +WI +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS AT THEIR FEET.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.22
=1 +O LANG, LANG WILL HIS LADY SIT,
+WI THE FAN INTO HER HAND,
+UNTIL SHE SEE HER AIN DEAR LORD
+COME SAILIN TO DRY LAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.23
=1 +O LANG, LANG WILL HIS LADY SIT,
+WI THE TEAR INTO HER EE,
+AFORE SHE SEE HER AIN DEAR LORD
+COME HIEING TO +DUNDEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+J.24
=1 +O LANG, LANG WILL HIS LADY SIT,
+WI THE BLACK SHOON ON HER FEET,
+AFORE SHE SEE +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
+COME DRIVIN UP THE STREET.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+K.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +K
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +COMMUNICATED BY +MR +MURISON, AS TAKEN DOWN FROM RECITATION IN =/ +OLD +DEER BY +MRS +MURISON.
=1 ^IT*S WHEN HE READ THE LETTER OWER
+A LICHT LAUCH THEN LEUCH HE;
+BUT LANG ERE HE WAN THE END O IT
+THE SAUT TEAR FILLED HIS EE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+K.2
=1 ?+O WOE BE TO THE MAN,? HE SAYS,
?+THAT*S TAULD THE KING O ME;
+ALTHO HE BE MY AIN BRITHER,
+SOME ILL DEATH MAT HE DEE'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+K.3
=1 . . . . . .
. . . .
?+FOR BE IT WEET, OR BE IT WIN,
+MY BONNIE SHIP SAILS THE MORN.?
?* ?* ?* ?* ?*
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+K.4
=1 ?+FOR LATE THE STREEN +I SAW THE NEW MEEN, +BIT AN THE AULD ANE TEE.
+AN IT FEARS ME SAIR, MY GOOD MAISTER,
+FOR A TEMPEST IN THE SEA.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+K.5
=1 . . . . .
. . . . . .
+TILL UP IT RASE THE WIN AN STORM,
+AN A TEMPEST I THE SEA.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+K.6
. . . . . .
. . . . .
=1 +IT*S THROCH AN THROU THE COMELY COG +THERE COMES THE GREEN RAW SEA.
?* ?* ?* ?* ?*
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+K.7
=1 ?+CALL UPO YOUR MEN, MAISTER,
+AN DINNA CALL ON ME,
+FOR YE DRANK THEM WEEL ERE YE TUKE THE GATE, +BUT +O NANE GAE YE ME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+K.8
=1 ?+YE BEAT MY BACK, AN BEAT MY SIDES, +WHEN +I SOCHT HOSE AN SHEEN;
+SO CALL UPO YOUR MEN, MAISTER,
+AS THEY LIE DRUNK WI WINE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+K.9
=1 ?+COME DOON, COME DOON, MY BONNIE BOY, +AN TAK MY HELM IN HAN;
+GIN EVER WE LIVE TO GAE TO LAN,
+I*LL WED YE WI MY DAUGHTER +ANN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+K.10
=1 ?+YE USED ME ILL, MY GUID MAISTER,
+WHEN WE WAS ON THE LAN,
+BUT NEVERTHELESS, MY GUDE MAISTER,
+I*LL TAK YOUR HELM IN HAN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+K.11
=1 +O LAITH, LAITH WAS OOR BONNY BOYS
+TO WEET THEIR CORK-HEELED SHOES;
+BUT LANG ERE A* THE PLAY WAS PLAYED,
+THEY WAT THEIR YALLOW BROOS.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+K.12
=1 +O LAITH, LAITH WAS OOR BONNIE BOYS
+TO WEET THEIR CORK-HEELED SHEEN;
+BUT LANG ERE A* THE PLAY WAS PLAYED,
+THEY WAT THEIR HAIR ABEEN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+K.13
=1 ?+O LANG, LANG WILL MY LADY LEUK,
+WI THE LANTERN IN HER HAN,
+AFORE SHE SEE MY BONNIE SHIP
+COME SAILIN TO DRY LAN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+K.14
=1 +ATWEEN +LEITH AN +ABERDEEN
+LIES MONY A CRAIG AN SEA,
+AN THERE IT LIES YOUNG +PATRICK +SPENS, +AN MONY BONNIE BOYS HIM WI.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+L.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +L
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +MOTHERWELL*S +NOTE-+BOOK, P. 6, +MOTHERWELL*S +M+S., P. 156, =/ FROM +MRS +GENTLES, +PAISLEY, +FEBRUARY 1825.
=1 ^OUR SHIP IT WAS A GUDELY SHIP,
+ITS TOPMAST WAS OF GOLD,
+AND AT EVERY TACK OF NEEDLEWORK
+THERE HUNG A SILVER BELL.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+L.2
=1 +UP STARTED THE MERMAID BY OUR SHIP, +WI THE GLASS AND THE COMB IN HER HAND: ?+REEK ABOUT, REEK ABOUT, MY MERRIE MEN, +YE ARE NOT FAR FROM LAND.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+L.3
=1 ?+YOU LIE, YOU LIE, YOU PRETTY MERMAID, +SAE LOUD AS +I HEAR YOU LIE;
+FOR SINCE +I HAVE SEEN YOUR FACE THIS NICHT, +THE LAND +I WILL NEVER SEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+L.4
=1 +WE HADNA SAILED A LEAGUE BUT ANE,
+A LEAGUE BUT BARELY THREE,
+TILL ALL WE AND OUR GOODLY SHIP
+WAS ALL DROWNED IN THE SEA.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+L.5
=1 +LANG LANG MAY OUR LADIES STAND,
+WI THEIR SEAMS INTO THEIR HAND,
+LOOKING FOR +SIR +PATRICK*S SHIP,
+THAT WILL NEVER COME TO LAND.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+M.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +M
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +BUCHAN*S +GLEANING, P. 196, "FROM A VERY INTELLIGENT OLD MAN." =1 ^THERE SHALL NO MAN GO TO MY SHIP
+TILL +I SAY MASS AND DINE,
+AND TAKE MY LEAVE OF MY LADY;
+GO TO MY BONNY SHIP SYNE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+M.2
=1 +WHEN HE WAS UP AT THE TOP-MAST HEAD +AROUND COULD NAETHING SEE,
+BUT TERRIBLE STORM IN THE AIR ABOON,
+AND BELOW THE ROARING SEA.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+M.3
=1 ?+COME DOWN, COME DOWN, MY GOOD MASTER, +YOU SEE NOT WHAT +I SEE;
+FOR THRO AN THRO YOUR BONNY SHIP*S SIDE +I SEE THE GREEN SALT SEA.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+M.4
=1 +LANG LANG WILL THE LADIES LOOK,
+WI THEIR GOWN-TAILS OWRE THEIR CROWN,
+BEFORE THEY SEE +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
+SAILING TO +DUMFERLINE TOWN.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+N.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +N
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +NOTED DOWN FROM A FEMALE SERVANT, BY +JOSEPH +ROBERTSON, +JULY, 15, 1829, =/ +ADVERSARIA, P. 67.
=1 ^OWER AND OWER BY +ABERDOUR
+THERE*S MONY A CLOUDY STONE,
+AND THERE IS MONY A GUDE LORD*S SON
+I FEAR WILL NEVER COME HOME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+N.2
=1 +LANG, LANG WILL HIS LADY LOOK,
+WI HER BABY IN HER ARMS,
+BUT SHE*LL NEVER SEE +EARL +PATRICK +SPENS +COM WALKIN UP THE STRAN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+N.3
=1 ?+I HAVE A TABLE IN MY ROOM,
+IT COST ME GUINEAS NINE;
+I WAD SINK IT IN THE SEA
+FOR AE SIGHT O DRY LAN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+N.4
=1 ?+THERE*S A COAST O GREEN VELVET ON MY BACK, +I GOT IT FOR MY FEE;
+BUT THO +I WAD GIE TEN THOUSAN PUNDS,
+DRY LAND +I WILL NEVER SEE.?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+O.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +O
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +GIBB +M+S., P. 63.
=1 ^BONNY WERE THE FEATHER BEDS
+CAM SAILIN OWER THE FAEM,
+BUT BONNIER WAS THE SEXTEEN LORDS
+GAED OUT AND NEER CAM HAME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+O.2
=1 +LANG, LANG MAY THE NOURICE SIT,
+WI THE BONNY BABE ON HER KNEE,
+ERE EVER SHE SEE HER GOOD LORD COME,
+TO PAY TO HER HER FEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+O.3
=1 +AN LANG, LANG WILL THE LADY SIT,
+WI THE GOWD FAN IN HER HAND,
+ERE EVER SHE SEE HER AIN GUDE LORD
+COME SKIPPING TO DRY LAND.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+P.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +P
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +KINLOCH +M+S+S, +I, 281.
=1 ^FU LAITH, FU LAITH WAS OUR BRAW +SCOTS LORDS +TO WEET THEIR COAL BLACK SHOON;
+BUT ERE THE BATTLE A* WAS FOUCHT,
+THEIR HATS WAR WEET ABOUN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+P.2
=1 +OUT AND STARTS THE MERMAIDEN,
+WI A FAN INTO HER HAND:
?+KEEP UP YOUR HEARTS, MY MERRY MEN A*, +FOR YE*RE NEAR THE DRY LAND.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+P.3
=1 +OUT AND SPAK +EARL +PATRICK +GRAHAM, +WI THE SAUT TEAR IN HIS EE:
?+NOW SIN WE*VE SEEN THE MERMAIDEN,
+DRY LAND WE*LL NEVER SEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+P.4
=1 +DOWN BELOW +DUNBARTON CASTLE,
+FULL FIFTY FATHOMS DEEP,
+THERE LIES A* OUR BRAW +SCOTS MEN,
+EARL +PATRICK AT THEIR FEET.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+Q.1
=/ +CHILD 58 +Q
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +FINLAY*S +SCOTTISH +BALLADS, +I, XIV, FROM A RECITED COPY.
=1 ^THEN UP AN CAM A MERMAID,
+WI A SILLER CUP IN HER HAN:
?+SAIL ON, SAIL ON, MY GUDE +SCOTCH LORDS, +FOR YE SUNE WILL SEE DRY LAN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 58+Q.2
=1 ?+AWA, AWA, YE WIND WOMAN,
+AN LET YOUR FLEECHIN BE;
+FOR SEN YOUR FACE WE*VE SEEN THE DAY,
+DRY LAN WE*LL NEVER SEE.?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 58+R
=/ +CHILD 58 +R
=/ +SIR +PATRICK +SPENS
=/ +COMMUNICATED BY +MR +MACMATH, FROM +MR +WILLIAM +TRAQUAIR, =/ +S. +S. +C., +EDINBURGH; OBTAINED ORIGINALLY IN +PERTHSIRE.
=1 *^TWAS LATE, LATE ON A +SATURDAY NIGHT, +AND EARLY ON A +SUNDAY MORN,
+THAT ROBES OF SILK AND FEATHER BEDS
+CAME FLOATING TO +KEAN-+GORN.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.1
=/ +CHILD 59 +A
=/ +SIR +ALDINGAR
=/ +PERCY +M+S., P. 68; +HALES AND +FURNIVALL, +I, 166.
=1 ^OUR KING HE KEPT A FFALSE STEWARD,
+MEN CALLED HIM +SiR +ALDINGAR,
. . . . .
. . . .
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.2
=1 +HE WOLD HAUE LAYEN BY OUR COMELY QUEENE, +HER DEERE WORSHIPP TO HAUE BETRAIDE;
+OUR QUEENE SHEE WAS A GOOD WOMAN,
+AND EUER MORE SAID HIM NAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.3
=1 +ALDINGAR WAS OFFENDED IN HIS MIND,
+WiTH HER HEE WAS NEUER CONTENT,
+BUT HE SOUGHT WHAT MEANES HE COLD FIND OUT, +IN A FYER TO HAUE HER BRENT.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.4
=1 +THERE CAME A LAME LAZER TO THE Kings GATES, +A LAZAR WAS BLIND AND LAME;
+HE TOOKE THE LAZAR VPON HIS BACKE,
+VPON THE QUEENES BED HE DID HIM LAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.5
=1 +HE SAID, +LYE STILL, LAZAR, WHERAS THOU LYEST; +LOOKE THOU GOE NOT AWAY;
+ILE MAKE THEE A WHOLE MAN AND A SOUND
+IN TWO HOWRES OF A DAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.6
=1 +AND THEN WENT FORTH +SiR +ALDINGAR, +OUR QUEENE FOR TO BETRAY,
+AND THEN HE METT WiTH OUR COMLYE King, +SAIES, +GOD YOU SAUE AND SEE'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.7
=1 ?+IF +I HAD SPACE, AS +I HAUE GRACE, +A MESSAGE +I WOLD SAY TO THEE:?
?+SAY ON, SAY ON, +SiR +ALDINGAR,
+SAY THOU ON AND VNTO ME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.8
=1 ?+I CAN LET YOU NOW SEE ONE OF [THE] GREIUOS[EST] SIGHTS !ThaT EUER +CHRISTEN King DID SEE;
+OUR QUEENE HATH CHOSEN A NEW, NEW LOUE, +SHE WILL HAUE NONE OF THEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.9
=1 ?+IF SHEE HAD CHOSEN A RIGHT GOOD KnighT, +THE LESSE HAD BEENE HER SHAME;
+BUT SHE HATH CHOSEN A LAZAR MAN,
+WhiCH IS BOTH BLINDE AND LAME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.10
=1 ?+IF THIS BE TRUE, THOU +ALDINGAR,
!ThaT THOU DOST TELL TO ME,
+THEN WILL +I MAKE THEE A RICH KnighT
+BOTH OF GOLD AND FEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.11
=1 ?+BUT IF IT BE FALSE, +SiR +ALDINGAR, +THAT THOU DOEST TELL TO ME,
+THEN LOOKE FOR NOE OTHER DEATH
+BUT TO BE HANGD ON A TREE.
+GOE WiTH ME,? SAIDE OUR COMLY KING,
?+THIS LAZAR FOR TO SEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.12
=1 +WHEN THE King HE CAME INTO THE QUEENES CHAMBER, +STANDING HER BED BEFOR,
?+THERE IS A LODLY LOME,? SAYS +HARRY +King, ?+FOR OUR DAME +QUEENE +ELINOR'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.13
=1 ?+IF THOU WERE A MAN, AS THOU ART NONE, +HERE THOU SHOLDEST BE SLAINE;
+BUT A PAIRE OF NEW GALLOWES SHALL BE BUILT, +THOUST HANG ON THEM SOE HYE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.14
=1 ?+AND [A] FAYRE FYER THERE SHALBE BETT, +AND BRENT OUR QUEENE SHALBEE:?
+FFORTH THEN WALKED OUR COMLYE King,
+AND METT WiTH OUR COMLY QUEENE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.15
=1 +SAIES, +GOD YOU SAUE, OUR QUEENE, +MADAM, +AND +CHRIST YOU SAUE AND SEE'
+HEERE YOU [HAUE] CHOSEN A NEW, NEW LOUE, +AND YOU WILL HAUE NONE OF MEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.16
=1 ?+IF YOU HAD CHOSEN A RIGHT GOOD KnighT, +THE LESSE HAD BEENE YOuR SHAME;
+BUT YOU HAUE CHOSEN A LAZAR MAN,
+THAT IS BOTH BLIND AND LAME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.17
=1 ?+EUER ALACKE'? SAID OUR COMLY QUEENE, ?+SiR +ALDINGAR IS FALSE TO MEE;
+BUT EUER ALACKE'? SAID OUR COMLY QUEENE, ?+EUER ALAS, AND WOE IS MEE'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.18
=1 ?+I HAD THOUGHT SWEUENS HAD NEUER BEEN TRUE; +I HAUE PROOUED THEM TRUE AT THE LAST;
+I DREAMED IN MY SWEAUEN ON +THURSDAY AT EUENINGE, +IN MY BED WHERAS +I LAY,
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.19
=1 ?+I DREAMED A GRYPE AND A GRIMLIE BEAST +HAD CARRYED MY CROWNE AWAY,
+MY GORGETT AND MY KIRTLE OF GOLDE,
+AND ALL MY FAIRE HEADE-GEERE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.20
=1 +HOW HE WOLD HAUE WORRYED ME WiTH HIS TUSH, +AND BORNE ME INTO HIS NEST,
+SAVING THERE CAME A LITTLE HAWK,
+FLYING OUT OF THE EAST.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.21
=1 ?+SAVING THERE CAME A LITTLE HAWKE,
+WhiCH MEN CALL A MERLION;
+VNTILL THE GROUND HE STROKE HIM DOWNE, !ThaT DEAD HE DID FALL DOWNE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.22
=1 ?+GIFFE +I WERE A MAN, AS +I AM NONE, +A BATTELL +I WOULD PROUE;
+I WOLD FIGHT WiTH THAT FALSE TRAITOR;
+ATT HIM +I CAST MY GLOUE'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.23
?+SEING +I AM ABLE NOE BATTELL TO MAKE, =1 +YOU MUST GRANT ME, MY LEEGE, A KNIGHT, +TO FIGHT WiTH thaT TRAITOR, +SiR +ALDINGAR, +TO MAINTAINE ME IN MY RIGHT.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.24
=1 ?+I*LE GIUE THEE FORTY DAYES,? SAID OUR King, ?+TO SEEKE THEE A MAN THERIN;
+IF THOU FIND NOT A MAN IN FORTY DAYES, +IN A HOTT FYER THOU SHALL BRENN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.25
=1 +OUR QUEENE SENT FORTH A MESSENGER;
+HE RODE FAST INTO THE SOUTH;
+HE RODE THE COUNTRYES THROUGH AND THROUGH, +SOE FFAR VNTO +PORTSMOUTH.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.26
=1 . . . . . .
. . . . .
+HE COLD FIND NEVER A MAN IN THE SOUTH COUNTRY !ThaT WOLD FIGHT WiTH THE KnighT SOE KEENE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.27
=1 +THE SECOND MESSENGER THE QUEEN FORTH SENT +RODE FAR INTO THE EAST;
+BUT, BLESSED BE +GOD MADE SUNN AND MOONE' +HE SPED THEN ALL OF THE BEST.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.28
=1 +AS HE RODE THEN BY ONE RIUER SIDE,
+THERE HE METT WiTH A LITTLE CHILD;
+HE SEEMED NOE MORE IN A MANS LIKENESSE +THEN A CHILD OF FOUR YEERES OLD.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.29
=1 +HE ASKT THE QUEENES MESSENGER HOW FAR HE RODE; +LOTH HE WAS HIM TO TELL;
+THE LITTLE ONE WAS OFFENDED ATT HIM,
+BID HIM ADEW, FARWELL.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.30
=1 +SAID, +TURNE THOU AGAINE, THOU MESSENGER, +GREETE OUR QUEENE WELL FROM ME;
+WHEN BALE IS ATT HYEST, BOOTE IS ATT NEXT; +HELPE ENOUGH THERE MAY BEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.31
=1 ?+BID OuR QUEENE REMEMBER WHAT SHE DID DREAME +IN HER BEDD WHERAS SHEE LAY;
+SHEE DREAMED THE GRYPE AND THE GRIMLY BEAST +HAD CARRYED HER CROWNE AWAY;
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.32
=1 ?+HER GORGETT AND HER KIRTLE OF GOLD, +ALSOE HER FAIRE HEAD-GEERE;
+HE WOLD HAUE WERRYED HER WiTH HIS TUSHE, +AND BORNE HER INTO HIS NEST.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.33
=1 ?+SAVING THERE CAME A LITTLE HAWKE,
+MEN CALL HIM A MERLYON;
+VNTILL THE GROUND HE DID STRIKE HIM DOWNE, !ThaT DEAD HE DID FFALL DOWNE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.34
=1 ?+BIDD THE QUEENE BE MERRY ATT HER HART, +EUERMORE LIGHT AND GLAD;
+WHEN BALE IS ATT HYEST, BOOTE IS AT NEXT, +HELPE ENOUGHE THERE SHALBE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.35
=1 +THEN THE QUEENES MESSENGER RODE BACKE, +A GLADED MAN THEN WAS HEE;
+WHEN HE CAME BEFORE OUR QUEENE,
+A GLADD WOMAN THEN WAS SHEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.36
=1 +SHEE GAUE THE MESSENGER TWENTY POUND, +O LORD, IN GOLD AND FFEE;
+SAIES, +SPEND AND SPARE NOT WHILE THIS DOTH LAST, +THEN FEITCH THOU MORE OF ME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.37
=1 +OUR QUEENE WAS PUT IN A TUNNE TO BURNE, +SHE THOUGHT NO THING BUT DEATH;
+TH?E WERE WARE OF THE LITTLE ONE
+CAME RYDING FORTH OF THE EAST.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.38
=1 +WiTH A MU . . . . .
+A LOUELIE CHILD WAS HEE;
+WHEN HE CAME TO THAT FIER,
+HE LIGHT THE QUEENE FULL NIGH.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.39
=1 +SAID, +DRAW AWAY THESE BRANDS OF FIRE +LIE BURNING BEFORE OUR QUEENE,
+AND FEITCH ME HITHER +SiR +ALDINGAR,
!ThaT IS A KNIGHT SOE KEENE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.40
=1 +WHEN +ALDINGAR SEE thaT LITTLE ONE, +FFULL LITLE OF HIM HEE THOUGHT;
+IF THERE HAD BEENE HALFE A HUNDRED SUCH, +OF THEM HE WOLD NOT HAUE WROUGHT.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.41
=1 +HEE SAYD, +COME HITHER, +SiR +ALDINGAR; +THOU SEEMUST AS BIGGE AS A FFOODER;
+I TRUST TO +GOD, ERE +I HAUE DONE WiTH THEE, +GOD WILL SEND TO VS [AN] AUGER.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.42
=1 +SAIES, +THE FIRST STROKE THAT*S GIUEN, +SiR +ALDINGAR, +I WILL GIUE VNTO THEE,
+AND IF THE SECOND GIUE THOU MAY,
+LOOKE THEN THOU SPARE NOT MEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.43
=1 +THE LITLE ONE PULLD FORTH A WELL GOOD SWORD, +I-WIS ITT WAS ALL OF GUILT;
+IT CAST LIGHT THERE OVER thaT FEILD,
+IT SHONE SOE ALL OF GUILT.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.44
=1 +HE STROKE THE FIRST STROKE ATT +ALDINGAR, +HE STROKE AWAY HIS LEGGS BY HIS KNEE;
. . . . . .
. . . . .
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.45
=1 +SAYES, +STAND VP, STAND VP, THOU FALSE TRAITOR, +AND FIGHT VPON THY FEETE;
+FOR AND THOU THRIUE AS THOU BEGINS,
+OF A HEIGHT WEE SHALBE MEETE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.46
=1 ?+A PREIST, A PREIST,? SAYES +ALDINGAR, ?+ME FOR TO HOUZLE AND SHRIUE'
+A PREIST, A PREIST,? SAYES +ALDINGAR,
?+WHILE +I AM A MAN LIUING A-LIUE'
=1 +HE THEN STEPPD OUT AT HER ROOM-DOOR, =*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.47
=1 ?+I WOLD HAUE LAINE BY OUR COMLIE QUEENE; +TO IT SHEE WOLD NEUER CONSENT;
+I THOUGHT TO HAUE BETRAYD HER TO OUR King, +IN A FYER TO HAUE HAD HER BRENT.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.48
=1 ?+THERE CAME A LAME LAZAR TO THE KingS GATES, +A LAZAR BOTH BLIND AND LAME;
+I TOOKE THE LAZAR VPON MY BACKE,
+IN THE +QUEENES BED +I DID HIM LAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.49
=1 ?+I BAD HIM, +LIE STILL, LAZAR, WHERE HE LAY, +LOOKE HE WENT NOT AWAY;
+I WOLD MAKE HIM A WHOLE MAN AND A SOUND +IN TWO HOURES OF A DAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.50
=1 . . . . .
. . . . .
?+EUER ALACKE'? SAYES +SiR +ALDINGAR,
?+FALSING NEUER DOTH WELL;
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.51
=1 ?+FORGIUE, FORGIUE ME, QUEENE, +MADAM' +FOR +CHRISTS LOUE FORGIUE ME'?
?+GOD FORGAUE HIS DEATH, +ALDINGAR,
+AND FREELY +I FORGIUE THEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.52
=1 ?+NOW TAKE THY WIFE, THOU +King +HARRY, +AND LOUE HER AS THOU SHOLD;
+THY WIFFE SHEE IS AS TRUE TO THEE
+AS STONE thaT LIES ON THE CASTLE WALL.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+A.53
=1 +THE LAZAR VNDER THE GALLOW TREE
+WAS A PRETTY MAN AND SMALL;
+THE LAZAR VNDER THE GALLOW TREE
+WAS MADE STEWARD IN +King +HENERYS HALL.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.1
=/ +CHILD 59 +B
=/ +SIR +ALDINGAR
=/ +MINSTRELSY OF THE +SCOTTISH +BORDER, +I+I+I, 51, 1803.  +COMMUNICATED =/ TO +SCOTT BY +K. +WILLIAMSON +BURNET, OF +MONBODDO, AS WRITTEN DOWN FROM THE =/ RECITATION OF AN OLD WOMAN, LONG IN THE SERVICE OF THE +ARBUTHNOT FAMILY.
=1 ^THE BIRDS SANG SWEET AS ONY BELL,
+THE WORLD HAD NOT THEIR MAKE;
+THE QUEEN SHE*S GONE TO HER CHAMBER,
+WITH +RODINGHAM TO TALK.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.2
=1 ?+I LOVE YOU WELL, MY QUEENE, MY DAME, +BOVE LAND AND RENTS SO CLEAR,
+AND FOR THE LOVE OF YOU, MY QUEEN,
+WOULD THOLE PAIN MOST SEVERE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.3
=1 ?+IF WELL YOU LOVE ME, +RODINGHAM,
+I*M SURE SO DO +I THEE;
+I LOVE YOU WELL AS ANY MAN,
+SAVE THE KING*S FAIR BODYE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.4
=1 ?+I LOVE YOU WELL, MY QUEEN, MY DAME, *+TIS TRUTH THAT +I DO TELL;
+AND FOR TO LYE A NIGHT WITH YOU,
+THE SALT SEAS +I WOULD SAIL.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.5
=1 ?+AWAY, AWAY, +O +RODINGHAM'
+YOU ARE BOTH STARK AND STOOR;
+WOULD YOU DEFILE THE KING*S OWN BED,
+AND MAKE HIS QUEEN A WHORE$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.6
=1 ?+TO-MORROW YOU*D BE TAKEN SURE,
+AND LIKE A TRAITOR SLAIN,
+AND +I*D BE BURNED AT A STAKE,
+ALTHO +I BE THE QUEEN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.7
+ALL IN AN ANGRY MOOD,
+UNTILL HE MET A LEPER-MAN,
+JUST BY THE HARD WAY-SIDE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.8
=1 +HE INTOXICATE THE LEPER-MAN,
+WITH LIQUORS VERY SWEET,
+AND GAVE HIM MORE AND MORE TO DRINK,
+UNTIL HE FELL ASLEEP.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.9
=1 +HE TOOK HIM IN HIS ARMS TWO,
+AND CARRIED HIM ALONG,
+TILL HE CAME TO THE QUEEN*S OWN BED,
+AND THERE HE LAID HIM DOWN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.10
=1 +HE THEN STEPPD OUT OF THE QUEEN*S BOWER, +AS SWIFT AS ANY ROE,
+TILL HE CAME TO THE VERY PLACE
+WHERE THE KING HIMSELF DID GO.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.11
=1 +THE KING SAID UNTO +RODINGHAM,
+WHAT NEWS HAVE YOU TO ME$
+HE SAID, +YOUR QUEEN*S A FALSE WOMAN,
+AS +I DID PLAINLY SEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.12
=1 +HE HASTEND TO THE QUEEN*S CHAMBER,
+SO COSTLY AND SO FINE,
+UNTIL HE CAME TO THE QUEEN*S OWN BED,
+WHERE THE LEPER-MAN WAS LAIN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.13
=1 +HE LOOKED ON THE LEPER-MAN,
+WHO LAY ON HIS QUEEN*S BED;
+HE LIFTED UP THE SNAW-SHITE SHEETS,
+AND THUS HE TO HIM SAID.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.14
=1 ?+PLOOKY, PLOOKY ARE YOUR CHEEKS,
+AND PLOOKY IS YOUR CHIN,
+AND PLOOKY ARE YOUR ARMIS TWA,
+MY BONNY QUEEN*S LAYNE IN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.15
=1 ?+SINCE SHE HAS LAIN INTO YOUR ARMS, +SHE SHALL NOT LYE IN MINE;
+SINCE SHE HAS KISSD YOUR UGSOME MOUTH, +SHE NEVER SHALL KISS MINE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.16
=1 +IN ANGER HE WENT TO THE QUEEN,
+WHO FELL UPON HER KNEE;
+HE SAID, +YOU FALSE, UNCHASTE WOMAN,
+WHAT*S THIS YOU*VE DONE TO ME$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.17
=1 +THE QUEEN THEN TURND HERSELF ABOUT, +THE TEAR BLINDED HER EE:
?+THERE*S NOT A KNIGHT IN A* YOUR COURT +DARE GIVE THAT NAME TO ME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.18
=1 +HE SAID, *+TIS TRUE THAT +I DO SAY; +FOR +I A PROOF DID MAKE;
+YOU SHALL BE TAKEN FROM MY BOWER,
+AND BURNED AT A STAKE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.19
=1 ?+PERHAPS +I*LL TAKE MY WORD AGAIN,
+AND MAY REPENT THE SAME,
+IF THAT YOU*LL GET A +CHRISTIAN MAN
+TO FIGHT THAT +RODINGHAM.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.20
=1 ?+ALASS' ALASS'? THEN CRIED OUR QUEEN, ?+ALAS, AND WOE TO ME'
+THERE*S NOT A MAN IN ALL +SCOTLAND
+WILL FIGHT WITH HIM FOR ME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.21
=1 +SHE BREATHED UNTO HER MESSENGERS,
+SENT THEM SOUTH, EAST, AND WEST;
+THEY COULD FIND NONE TO FIGHT WITH HIM, +NOR ENTER THE CONTEST.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.22
=1 +SHE BREATHED ON HER MESSENGERS,
+SHE SENT THEM TO THE NORTH;
+AND THERE THEY FOUND +SIR +HUGH LE +BLOND, +TO FIGHT HIM HE CAME FORTH.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.23
=1 +WHEN UNTO HIM THEY DID UNFOLD
+THE CIRCUMSTANCE ALL RIGHT,
+HE BADE THEM GO AND TELL THE QUEEN
+THAT FOR HER HE WOULD FIGHT.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.24
=1 +THE DAY CAME ON THAT WAS TO DO
+THAT DREADFUL TRAGEDY;
+SIR HUGH LE +BLOND WAS NOT COME UP,
+TO FIGHT FOR OUR LADY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.25
=1 ?+PUT ON THE FIRE,? THE MONSTER SAID, ?+IT IS TWELVE ON THE BELL;?
?*+TIS SCARCELY TEN, NOW,? SAID THE KING, ?+I HEARD THE CLOCK MYSELL.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.26
=1 +BEFORE THE HOUR THE QUEEN IS BROUGHT, +THE BURNING TO PROCEED;
+IN A BLACK VELVET CHAIR SHE*S SET,
+A TOKEN FOR THE DEAD.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.27
=1 +SHE SAW THE FLAMES ASCENDING HIGH,
+THE TEARS BLINDED HER EE:
?+WHERE IS THE WORTHY KNIGHT,? SHE SAID, ?+WHO IS TO FIGHT FOR ME$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.28
=1 +THEN UP AND SPAK THE KING HIMSELL:
?+MY DEAREST, HAVE NO DOUBT,
+FOR YONDER COMES THE MAN HIMSEL,
+AS BOLD AS EER SET OUT.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.29
=1 +THEY THEN ADVANCED TO FIGHT THE DUEL, +WITH SWORDS OF TEMPERD STEEL;
+TILL DOWN THE BLOOD OF +RODINGHAM
+CAME RUNNING TO HIS HEEL.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.30
=1 +SIR +HUGH TOOK OUT A LUSTY SWORD,
*+TWAS OF THE METAL CLEAR,
+AND HE HAS PIERCED +RODINGHAM
+TILL*S HEART-BLOOD DID APPEAR.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.31
=1 ?+CONFESS YOUR TREACHERY, NOW,? HE SAID, ?+THIS DAY BEFORE YOU DIE;?
?+I DO CONFESS MY TREACHERY,
+I SHALL NO LONGER LYE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.32
=1 ?+I LIKE TO WICKED +HAMAN AM,
+THIS DAY +I SHALL BE SLAIN:?
+THE QUEEN WAS BROUGHT TO HER CHAMBER,
+A GOOD WOMAN AGAIN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.33
=1 +THE QUEEN THEN SAID UNTO THE KING,
+ARBATTLE*S NEAR THE SEA;
+GIVE IT UNTO THE NORTHERN KNIGHT,
+THAT THIS DAY FOUGHT FOR ME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+B.34
=1 +THEN SAID THE KING, +COME HERE, +SIR +KNIGHT, +AND DRINK A GLASS OF WINE,
+AND, IF +ARBATTLE*S NOT ENOUGH,
+TO IT WE*LL +FORDOUN JOIN.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 59+C.1
=/ +CHILD 59 +C
=/ +SIR +ALDINGAR
=/ +DR +JOSEPH +ROBERTSON*S +NOTE-+BOOK, +JANUARY 1, 1830, P. 6.
=1 ^THEY*VE PUTTEN HER INTO PRISON STRANG, +A TWALMON LANG AND MAIR,
+UNTIL THE MICE AND WILD RATTENS
+DID TEAR HER YALLOW HAIR.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+C.2
=1 ?* ?* ?* ?* ?*
?+ONE SHAKE O YOUR HAN,? SAID +RODINGHAM, ?+ONE SHAK O YOUR HAN GIE ME:?
?+I CAM NA HERE FOR SHAKING HANS,
+BUT TO FIGHT MAIST DESPERATELIE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 59+C.3
=1 ?+IT*S NAE TEN STRUCKEN ON THE CLOCK, +NOR ELEVEN ON THE BELL:?
?+WE*LL DOE ILL DEEDS ANEW ERE NIGHT,
+THO IT WERE STRUCKEN TWALL.?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 60.1
=/ +CHILD 60
=/ +KING +ESTMERE
=/ A. +PERCY*S +RELIQUES, EDITION OF 1794, +I, 64.  B. +RELIQUES, =/ EDITION OF 1765, +I, 58.
=1 ^HEARKEN TO ME, GENTLEMEN,
+COME AND YOU SHALL HEARE;
+ILE TELL YOU OF TWO OF THE BOLDEST BRETHER +THAT EVER BORNE WERE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.2
=1 +THE TONE OF THEM WAS +ADLER +YOUNGE, +THE TOTHER WAS +KYNG +ESTMERE;
+THE WERE AS BOLDE MEN IN THEIR DEEDS
+AS ANY WERE, FARR AND NEARE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.3
=1 +AS THEY WERE DRINKING ALE AND WINE
+WITHIN HIS BROTHER*S HALL,
?+WHEN WILL YE MARRY A WYFE, BROTHER,
+A WYFE TO GLAD US ALL$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.4
=1 +THEN BESPAKE HIM +KYNG +ESTMERE,
+AND ANSWERED HIM HARTILYE:
?+I KNOW NOT THAT LADYE IN ANY LAND,
+THAT*S ABLE TO MARRYE WITH MEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.5
=1 ?+KYNG +ADLAND HATH A DAUGHTER, BROTHER, +MEN CALL HER BRIGHT AND SHEENE;
+IF +I WERE KYNG HERE IN YOUR STEAD,
+THAT LADYE SHOLD BE MY QUEENE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.6
=1 +SAIES, +READE ME, READE ME, DEARE BROTHER, +THROUGHOUT MERRY +ENGLAND,
+WHERE WE MIGHT FIND A MESSENGER
+BETWIXT US TOWE TO SENDE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.7
=1 +SAIES, +YOU SHAL RYDE YOURSELFE, BROTHER, +ILE BEARE YOU COMPANYE;
+MANY A MAN THROUGHE FALS MESSENGERS IS DECEIVED, +AND +I FEARE LEST SOE SHOLD WEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.8
=1 +THUS THE RENISHT THEM TO RYDE,
+OF TWOE GOOD RENISHT STEEDS,
+AND WHEN THE CAME TO +KING +ADLANDS HALLE, +OF REDD GOLD SHONE THEIR WEEDS.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.9
=1 +AND WHEN THE CAME TO +KYNG +ADLANDS HALL, +BEFORE THE GOODLYE GATE,
+THERE THEY FOUND GOOD +KYNG +ADLAND
+REARING HIMSELFE THERATT.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.10
=1 ?+NOW +CHRIST THEE SAVE, GOOD +KYNG +ADLAND; +NOW +CHRIST YOU SAVE AND SEE:?
+SAYD, +YOU BE WELCOME, +KING +ESTMERE, +RIGHT HARTILYE TO MEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.11
=1 ?+YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER,? SAID +ADLER +YOUNGE, ?+MEN CALL HER BRIGHT AND SHEENE;
+MY BROTHER WOLD MARRYE HER TO HIS WIFFE, +OF +ENGLANDE TO BE QUEENE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.12
=1 ?+YESTERDAY WAS ATT MY DEERE DAUGHTER +THE KING HIS SONNE OF +SPAYN,
+AND THEN SHE NICKED HIM OF NAYE,
+AND +I DOUBT SHEELE DO YOU THE SAME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.13
=1 ?+THE KYNG OF +SPAYNE IS A FOULE PAYNIM, +AND *LEEVETH ON +MAHOUND,
+AND PITYE IT WERE THAT FAYRE LADYE
+SHOLD MARRYE A HEATHEN HOUND.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.14
=1 ?+BUT GRANT TO ME,? SAYES +KYNG +ESTMERE, ?+FOR MY LOVE +I YOU PRAYE,
+THAT +I MAY SEE YOUR DAUGHTER DEERE
+BEFORE +I GOE HENCE AWAYE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.15
=1 ?+ALTHOUGH ITT IS SEVEN YEERS AND MORE +SINCE MY DAUGHTER WAS IN HALLE,
+SHE SHALL COME ONCE DOWNE FOR YOUR SAKE, +TO GLAD MY GUEST?ES ALLE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.16
=1 +DOWNE THEN CAME THAT MAYDEN FAYRE,
+WITH LADYES LACED IN PALL,
+AND HALFE A HUNDRED OF BOLD KNIGHTES,
+TO BRING HER [FROM] BOWRE TO HALL,
+AND AS MANY GENTLE SQUIERS,
+TO TEND UPON THEM ALL.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.17
=1 +THE TALENTS OF GOLDE WERE ON HER HEAD SETTE +HANGED LOW DOWNE TO HER KNEE,
+AND EVERYE RING ON HER SMALL FINGER
+SHONE OF THE CHRYSTALL FREE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.18
=1 +SAIES, +GOD YOU SAVE, MY DEERE MADAM, +SAIES, +GOD YOU SAVE AND SEE:
+SAID, +YOU BE WELCOME, +KYNG +ESTMERE, +RIGHT WELCOME UNTO MEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.19
=1 ?+AND, IF YOU LOVE ME, AS YOU SAYE,
+SOE WELL AND HARTILEE,
+ALL THAT EVER YOU ARE COMEN ABOUT
+SOONE SPED NOW ITT SHAL BEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.20
=1 +THEN BESPAKE HER FATHER DEARE:
+MY DAUGHTER, +I SAYE NAYE;
+REMEMBER WELL THE KYNG OF +SPAYNE,
+WHAT HE SAYD YESTERDAYE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.21
=1 ?+HE WOLD PULL DOWNE MY HALLES AND CASTLES, +AND REAVE ME OF MY LYFE;
+I CANNOT BLAME HIM IF HE DOE,
+IF +I REAVE HIM OF HIS WYFE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.22
=1 ?+YOUR CASTLES AND YOUR TOWRES, FATHER, +ARE STRONGLYE BUILT ABOUTE,
+AND THEREFORE OF THE KING HIS SONNE OF +SPAINE +WEE NEEDE NOT STANDE IN DOUBT.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.23
=1 ?+PLIGHT ME YOUR TROTH, NOWE, +KYNG +ESTMERE, +BY HEAVEN AND YOUR RIGHTE HAND,
+THAT YOU WILL MARRYE ME TO YOUR WYFE,
+AND MAKE ME QUEENE OF YOUR LAND.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.24
=1 +THEN +KYNG +ESTMERE HE PLIGHT HIS TROTH, +BY HEAVEN AND HIS RIGHTE HAND,
+THAT HE WOLDE MARRYE HER TO HIS WYFE,
+AND MAKE HER QUEENE OF HIS LAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.25
=1 +AND HE TOOKE LEAVE OF THAT LADYE FAYRE, +TO GOE TO HIS OWNE COUNTREE,
+TO FETCHE HIM DUKES AND LORDES AND KNIGHTES, +THAT MARRYED THE MIGHT BEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.26
=1 +THEY HAD NOT RIDDEN SCANT A MYLE,
+A MYLE FORTHE OF THE TOWNE,
+BUT IN DID COME THE KYNG OF +SPAYNE,
+WITH KEMP?ES MANY ONE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.27
=1 +BUT IN DID COME THE KYNG OF +SPAYNE, +WITH MANYE A BOLD BARONE,
+TONE DAY TO MARRYE +KYNG +ADLANDS DAUGHTER, +TOTHER DAYE TO CARRYE HER HOME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.28
=1 +SHEE SENT ONE AFTER +KYNG +ESTMERE, +IN ALL THE SPEDE MIGHT BEE,
+THAT HE MUST EITHER TURNE AGAINE AND FIGHTE, +OR GOE HOME AND LOOSE HIS LADYE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.29
=1 +ONE WHYLE THEN THE PAGE HE WENT,
+ANOTHER WHILE HE RANNE;
+TILL HE HAD ORETAKEN +KING +ESTMERE,
+I-WIS HE NEVER BLANNE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.30
=1 ?+TYDINGS, TYDINGS, +KYNG +ESTMERE'?
?+WHAT TYDINGES NOWE, MY BOYE$?
?+O TYDINGES +I CAN TELL TO YOU,
+THAT WILL YOU SORE ANNOYE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.31
=1 ?+YOU HAD NOT RIDDEN SCANT A MILE,
+A MILE OUT OF THE TOWNE,
+BUT IN DID COME THE KYNG OF +SPAYNE,
+WITH KEMP?ES MANY A ONE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.32
=1 ?+BUT IN DID COME THE KYNG OF +SPAYNE, +WITH MANYE A BOLD BARONE,
+TONE DAYE TO MARRYE +KING +ADLANDS DAUGHTER, +TOTHER DAYE TO CARRY HER HOME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.33
=1 ?+MY LADYE FAYRE SHE GREETES YOU WELL, +AND EVER-MORE WELL BY MEE;
+YOU MUST EITHER TURNE AGAINE AND FIGHTE, +OR GOE HOME AND LOOSE YOUR LADYE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.34
=1 +SAIES, +READE ME, READE ME, DEERE BROTHER, +MY READE SHALL RYSE AT THEE,
+WHETHER IT IS BETTER TO TURNE AND FIGHTE, +OR GOE HOME AND LOOSE MY LADYE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.35
=1 ?+NOW HEARKEN TO ME,? SAYES +ADLER +YONGE, ?+AND YOUR READE MUST RISE AT ME;
+I QUICKLYE WILL DEVISE A WAYE
+TO SETTE THY LADYE FREE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.36
=1 ?+MY MOTHER WAS A WESTERNE WOMAN,
+AND LEARNED IN GRAMARYE,
+AND WHEN +I LEARNED AT THE SCHOLE,
+SOMETHING SHEE TAUGHT ITT MEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.37
=1 ?+THERE GROWES AN HEARBE WITHIN THIS FIELD, +AND IFF IT WERE BUT KNOWNE,
+HIS COLOR, WHICH IS WHYTE AND REDD,
+IT WILL MAKE BLACKE AND BROWNE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.38
=1 ?+HIS COLOR, WHICH IS BROWNE AND BLACKE, +ITT WILL MAKE REDD AND WHYTE;
+THAT SWORDE IS NOT IN ALL +ENGLANDE
+UPON HIS COATE WILL BYTE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.39
=1 ?+AND YOU SHAL BE A HARPER, BROTHER, +OUT OF THE NORTH COUNTRYE,
+AND +ILE BE YOUR BOY, SOO FAINE OF FIGHTE, +AND BEARE YOUR HARPE BY YOUR KNEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.40
=1 ?+AND YOU SHAL BE THE BEST HARPER
+THAT EVER TOOKE HARPE IN HAND,
+AND +I WIL BE THE BEST SINGER
+THAT EVER SUNG IN THIS LANDE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.41
=1 ?+ITT SHAL BE WRITTEN IN OUR FORHEADS, +ALL AND IN GRAMMARYE,
+THAT WE TOWE ARE THE BOLDEST MEN
+THAT ARE IN ALL +CHRISTENTYE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.42
=1 +AND THUS THEY RENISHT THEM TO RYDE, +OF TOW GOOD RENISHT STEEDES,
+AND WHEN THEY CAME TO +KING +ADLANDS HALL, +OF REDD GOLD SHONE THEIR WEEDES.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.43
=1 +AND WHAN THE CAME TO +KYNG +ADLANDS HALL +UNTILL THE FAYRE HALL-YATE,
+THERE THEY FOUND A PROUD PORTER,
+REARING HIMSELFE THEREATT.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.44
=1 +SAYES, +CHRIST THEE SAVE, THOU PROUD PORTER, +SAYES, +CHRIST THEE SAVE AND SEE:
?+NOWE YOU BE WELCOME,? SAYD THE PORTER, ?+OF WHAT LAND SOEVER YE BEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.45
=1 ?+WEE BEENE HARPERS,? SAYD +ADLER +YOUNGE, ?+COME OUT OF THE NORTHE COUNTRYE;
+WEE BEENE COME HITHER UNTILL THIS PLACE +THIS PROUD WEDDINGE FOR TO SEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.46
=1 +SAYD, +AND YOUR COLOR WERE WHITE AND REDD, +AS IT IS BLACKE AND BROWNE,
+I WOLDE SAYE +KING +ESTMERE AND HIS BROTHER +WERE COMEN UNTILL THIS TOWNE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.47
=1 +THEN THEY PULLED OUT A RYNG OF GOLD, +LAYD ITT ON THE PORTERS ARME:
?+AND EVER WE WILL THEE, PROUD PORTER,
+THOW WILT SAYE US NO HARME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.48
=1 +SORE HE LOOKED ON +KYNG +ESTMERE,
+AND SORE HE HANDLED THE RYNG,
+THEN OPENED TO THEM THE FAYRE HALL-YATES, +HE LETT FOR NO KIND OF THYNG.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.49
=1 +KYNG +ESTMERE HE STABLED HIS STEEDE +SOE FAYRE ATT THE HALL-BORD;
+THE FROTH THAT CAME FROM HIS BRYDLE BITTE +LIGHT IN +KYNG +BREMORS BEARD.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.50
=1 +SAIES, +STABLE THY STEED, THOU PROUD HARPER, +SAIES, +STABLE HIM IN THE STALLE;
+IT DOTH NOT BESEEME A PROUD HARPER
+TO STABLE HIS STEED IN A KYNGS HALLE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.51
=1 ?+MY LADDE HE IS SO LITHER,? HE SAID, ?+HE WILL DOE NOUGHT THAT*S MEETE;
+AND IS THERE ANY MAN IN THIS HALL
+WERE ABLE HIM TO BEATE$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.52
=1 ?+THOU SPEAKST PROUD WORDS,? SAYES THE KING OF +SPAINE, ?+THOU HARPER, HERE TO MEE;
+THERE IS A MAN WITHIN THIS HALLE
+WILL BEATE THY LADD AND THEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.53
=1 ?+O LET THAT MAN COME DOWNE,? HE SAID, ?+A SIGHT OF HIM WOLD +I SEE;
+AND WHEN HEE HATH BEATEN WELL MY LADD, +THEN HE SHALL BEATE OF MEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.54
=1 +DOWNE THEN CAME THE KEMPERYE MAN,
+AND LOOKED HIM IN THE EARE;
+FOR ALL THE GOLD THAT WAS UNDER HEAVEN, +HE DURST NOT NEIGH HIM NEARE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.55
=1 ?+AND HOW NOWE, KEMPE,? SAID THE KYNG OF +SPAINE, ?+AND HOW, WHAT AILETH THEE$?
+HE SAIES, +IT IS WRITT IN HIS FORHEAD, +ALL AND IN GRAMMARYE,
+THAT FOR ALL THE GOLD THAT IS UNDER HEAVEN, +I DARE NOT NEIGH HIM NYE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.56
=1 +THEN +KYNG +ESTMERE PULLD FORTH HIS HARPE, +AND PLAID A PRETTY THINGE;
+THE LADYE UPSTART FROM THE BORDE,
+AND WOLD HAVE GONE FROM THE KING.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.57
=1 ?+STAY THY HARPE, THOU PROUD HARPER, +FOR +GODS LOVE +I PRAY THEE;
+FOR AND THOU PLAYES AS THOU BEGINNS,
+THOU*LT TILL MY BRYDE FROM MEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.58
=1 +HE STROAKE UPON HIS HARPE AGAINE,
+AND PLAYD A PRETTY THINGE;
+THE LADYE LOUGH A LOUD LAUGHTER,
+AS SHEE SATE BY THE KING.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.59
=1 +SAIES, +SELL ME THY HARPE, THOU PROUD HARPER, +AND THY STRING?ES ALL;
+FOR AS MANY GOLD NOBLES THOU SHALT HAVE +AS HEERE BEE RINGES IN THE HALL.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.60
=1 ?+WHAT WOLD YE DOE WITH MY HARPE,? HE SAYD, ?+IF +I DID SELL ITT YEE$?
?+TO PLAYE MY WIFFE AND ME A FITT,
+WHEN ABED TOGETHER WEE BEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.61
=1 ?+NOW SELL ME,? QUOTH HEE, ?THY BRYDE SOE GAY, +AS SHEE SITTS BY THY KNEE;
+AND AS MANY GOLD NOBLES +I WILL GIVE
+AS LEAVES BEEN ON A TREE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.62
=1 ?+AND WHAT WOLD YE DOE WITH MY BRYDE SOE GAY, +IFF +I DID SELL HER THEE$
+MORE SEEMELYE IT IS FOR HER FAYRE BODYE +TO LYE BY MEE THEN THEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.63
=1 +HEE PLAYED AGAYNE BOTH LOUD AND SHRILLE, +AND +ADLER HE DID SYNG,
?+O LADYE, THIS IS THY OWNE TRUE LOVE,
+NOE HARPER, BUT A KYNG.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.64
=1 ?+O LADYE, THIS IS THY OWNE TRUE LOVE, +AS PLAYNLYE THOU MAYEST SEE,
+AND +ILE RID THEE OF THAT FOULE PAYNIM +WHO PARTES THY LOVE AND THEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.65
=1 +THE LADYE LOOKED, THE LADYE BLUSHTE, +AND BLUSHTE AND LOOKT AGAYNE,
+WHILE +ADLER HE HATH DRAWNE HIS BRANDE, +AND HATH THE SOWDAN SLAYNE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.66
=1 +UP THEN ROSE THE KEMPERYE MEN,
+AND LOUD THEY GAN TO CRYE:
?+AH' TRAYTORS, YEE HAVE SLAYNE OUR KYNG, +AND THEREFORE YEE SHALL DYE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.67
=1 +KYNG +ESTMERE THREWE THE HARPE ASYDE, +AND SWITH HE DREW HIS BRAND,
+AND +ESTMERE HE AND +ADLER +YONGE
+RIGHT STIFFE IN STOUR CAN STAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.68
=1 +AND AYE THEIR SWORDES SOE SORE CAN BYTE, +THROUGHE HELP OF GRAMARYE,
+THAT SOONE THEY HAVE SLAYNE THE KEMPERY MEN, +OR FORST THEM FORTH TO FLEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 60.69
=1 +KYNG +ESTMERE TOOKE THAT FAYRE LADYE, +AND MARRYED HER TO HIS WIFFE,
+AND BROUGHT HER HOME TO MERRY +ENGLAND, +WITH HER TO LEADE HIS LIFE.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 61.1
=/ +CHILD 61
=/ +SIR +CAWLINE
=/ +PERCY +M+S., P. 368; +HALES AND +FURNIVALL, +I+I+I, 3.
?* ?* ?* ?* ?*
=1 ^AND IN thaT LAND DWELLS A KING
+WhiCH DOES BEARE THE BELL OUER ALL,
+AND WiTH HIM THERE DWELLED A CURTEOUS KnighT, +SiR +CAWLINE MEN HIM CALL.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.2
=1 +AND HE HATH A LADYE TO HIS DAUGHTER, +OF FFASHYON SHEE HATH NOE PEER;
+KnighTS AND LORDES THEY WOED HER BOTH, +TRUSTED TO HAUE BEENE HER FEERE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.3
=1 +SiR +CAWLINE LOUES HER BEST OF ON?E, +BUT NOTHING DURST HEE SAY
+TO DISCREEUE HIS COUNCELL TO NOE MAN,
+BUT DEERLYE LOUED THIS MAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.4
=1 +TILL ITT BEFFELL VPON A DAY,
+GREAT DILL TO HIM WAS DIGHT;
+THE MAYDENS LOUE REMOUED HIS MIND,
+TO CARE-BED WENT THE KNIGHT.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.5
=1 +AND ONE WHILE HE SPREAD HIS ARMES HIM FFROE, +AND CRYED SO PITTYOUSLYE:
?+FFOR THE MAYDENS LOUE thaT +I HAUE MOST MINDE +THIS DAY MAY COMFORT MEE,
+OR ELSE ERE NOONE +I SHALBE DEAD'?
+THUS CAN +SiR +CAWLINE SAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.6
=1 +WHEN OUR ParISH MASSE thaT ITT WAS DONE, +AND OUR KING WAS BOWNE TO DINE,
+HE SAYES, +WHERE IS +SiR +CAWLINE,
!ThaT WAS WONT TO SERUE ME WiTH ALE AND WINE$ =*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.7
=1 +BUT THEN ANSWERED A CURTEOUS KnighT, +FFAST HIS HANDS WRINGINGE:
?+SiR +CAWLINE*S SICKE, AND LIKE TO BE DEAD +WiTHOUT AND A GOOD LEEDGINGE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.8
=1 ?+FFEITCH YEE DOWNE MY DAUGHTER DEERE, +SHEE IS A LEECHE FFULL FFINE;
+I, AND TAKE YOU DOE AND THE BAKEN BREAD, +AND DRINKE HE ON THE WINE SOE RED,
+AND LOOKE NO DAYNTI IS FFOR HIM TO DEARE, +FOR FFULL LOTH +I WOLD HIM TINE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.9
=1 +THIS LADYE IS GONE TO HIS CHAMBER,
+HER MAYDENS FFOLLOWING NYE;
?+O WELL,? SHEE SAYTH, ?HOW DOTH MY LORD$?
?+O SICKE'? AGAINE SAITH HEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.10
=1 ?+I, BUT RISE VP WIGHTLYE, MAN, FOR SHAME' +NEUER LYE HERE SOE COWARDLYE'
+ITT IS TOLD IN MY FFATHERS HALL,
+FFOR MY LOUE YOU WILL DYE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.11
=1 ?+ITT IS FFOR YOuR LOUE, FFAYRE LADYE, !ThaT ALL THIS DILL +I DRYE;
+FFOR IF YOU WOLD COMFORT ME WiTH A KISSE, +THEN WERE +I BROUGHT FFROM BALE TO BLISSE, +NOE LONGER HERE WOLD +I LYE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.12
=1 ?+ALAS' SOE WELL YOU KNOW, +SiR KnighT,?
. . . . .
. . . . . .
. . . . .
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.13
=1 . . . . . .
+I CANNOTT BEE YOuR PEERE:
?+FFOR SOME DEEDS OF ARMES FFAINE WOLD +I DOE, +TO BE YOuR BACHEELEERE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.14
=1 ?+VPON +ELDRIGE +HILL THERE GROWES A THORNE, +VPON THE MORES BRODINGE;
+AND WOLD YOU, SiR KNIGHT, WAKE THERE ALL NIGHT +TO DAY OF THE OTHER MORNINGE$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.15
=1 ?+FFOR THE ELDRIGE King, thaT IS MICKLE OF MIGHT, +WILL EXAMINE YOU BEFORNE;
+AND THERE WAS NEUER MAN thaT BARE HIS LIFFE AWAY +SINCE THE DAY thaT +I WAS BORNE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.16
=1 ?+BUT +I WILL FFOR YOuR SAKE, FFAIRE LADYE, +WALKE ON THE BENTS [SOE] BROWNE,
+AND +ILE EITHER BRING YOU A READYE TOKEN, +OR +ILE NEUER COME TO YOU AGAINE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.17
=1 +BUT THIS LADYE IS GONE TO HER CHAMBER, +HER MAYDENS FFOLLOWING BRIGHT,
+AND +SiR +CAWLIN*S GONE TO THE MORES SOE BROAD, +FFOR TO WAKE THERE ALL NIGHT.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.18
=1 +VNTO MIDNIGHT [THAT] THE MOONE DID RISE, +HE WALKED VP AND DOWNE,
+AND A LIGHTSOME BUGLE THEN HEARD HE BLOW, +OUER THE BENTS SOE BROWNE;
+SAIES HEE, +AND IF CRYANCE COME VNTILL MY HART, +I AM FFARR FFROM ANY GOOD TOWNE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.19
=1 +AND HE SPYED, ENE A LITLE HIM BY,
+A FFURYOUS KING AND A FFELL,
+AND A LADYE BRIGHT HIS BRYDLE LED,
!ThaT SEEMLYE ITT WAS TO SEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.20
=1 +AND SOE FAST HEE CALLED VPON +SiR +CAWLINE, +OH MAN, +I REDD THE FFLYE'
+FFOR IF CRYANCE COME VNTILL THY HART,
+I AM A-FEARD LEAST THOU MUN DYE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.21
=1 +HE SAYES, [+NO] CRYANCE COMES TO MY HART, +NOR IFAITH +I FFEARE NOT THEE;
+FFOR BECAUSE THOU MINGED NOT +CHRIST BEFORE, +THEE LESSE ME DREADETH THEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.22
=1 +BUT +SiR +CAWLINE HE SHOOKE A SPEARE; +THE King WAS BOLD, AND ABODE;
+AND THE TIMBER THESE TWO CHILDREN BORE +SOE SOONE IN SUNDER SLODE;
+FFOR THEY TOOKE AND TWO GOOD SWORDS,
+AND THEY LAYDEN ON GOOD LOADE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.23
=1 +BUT THE ELRIDGE King WAS MICKLE OF MIGHT, +AND STIFFLY TO THE GROUND DID STAND;
+BUT +SiR +CAWLINE, WiTH AN AUKEWARD STROKE, +HE BROUGHT FFROM HIM HIS HAND,
+I, AND FFLYING OUER HIS HEAD SOE HYE,
[+IT] FFELL DOWNE OF THAT LAY LAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.24
=1 +AND HIS LADY STOOD A LITLE THEREBY, +FFAST RINGING HER HANDS:
?+FOR THE MAYDENS LOUE thaT YOU HAUE MOST MINDE, +SMYTE YOU MY LOrD NO MORE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.25
=1 ?+AND HEES NEUer COME VPON +ELDRIGE [+HILL], +HIM TO SPORT, GAMON, OR PLAY,
+AND TO MEETE NOE MAN OF MIDDLE-EARTH
+AND thaT LIUES ON +CHRISTS HIS LAY.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.26
=1 +BUT HE THEN VP AND thaT ELDRYGE King, +SETT HIM IN HIS SADLE AGAINE,
+AND thaT ELDRYGE King AND HIS LADYE
+TO THEIR CASTLE ARE THEY GONE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.27
=1 +AND HEE TOOKE THEN VP AND thaT ELDRYGE SWORD, +AS HARD AS ANY FFLYNT,
+AND SOE HE DID THOSE RINGES FIUE,
+HARDER THEN FFYER, AND BRENT.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.28
=1 +FFIRST HE PReSENTED TO THE KingS DAUGHTER +THE HAND, AND THEN THE SWORD,
. . . . . .
. . . . .
?* ?* ?* ?* ?*
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.29
=1 ?+BUT A SERRE BUFFETT YOU HAUE HIM GIUEN, +THE King AND THE CROWNE,? SHEE SAYD:
?+I, BUT FOUR AND THIRTY STRIPES
+COMEN BESIDE THE ROOD.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.30
=1 +AND A GYANT THAT WAS BOTH STIFFE [AND] STRONG, +HE LOPE NOW THEM AMONGE,
+AND VPON HIS SQUIER FIUE HEADS HE BARE, +VNMACKLEY MADE WAS HEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.31
=1 +AND HE DRANKE THEN ON THE KingS WINE, +AND HEE PUT THE CUP IN HIS SLEEUE,
+AND ALL TH?E TREMBLED AND WERE WAN,
+FFOR FEARE HE SHOLD THEM GREEFFE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.32
=1 ?+ILL TELL THEE MINE ARRAND, King,? HE SAYES, ?+MINE ERRAND WHAT +I DOE HEERE;
+FFOR +I WILL BREN THY TEMPLES HYE,
+OR +ILE HAUE THY DAUGHTER DEERE;
+THOU SHALT FFIND MEE A PPEARE.?
+I, OR ELSE VPON YOND MORE SOE BROOD
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.33
=1 +THE King HE TURNED HIM ROUND ABOUT, +LOrd, IN HIS HEART HE WAS WOE'
+SAYS, +IS THERE NOE KnighT OF THE +ROUND +TABLE +THIS MATTER WILL VNDERGOE$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.34
=1 ?+I, AND HEE SHALL HAUE MY BROAD LANDS, +AND KEEPE THEM WELL HIS LIUE;
+I, AND SOE HEE SHALL MY DAUGHTER DEERE, +TO BE HIS WEDED WIFFE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.35
=1 +AND THEN STOOD VP +SiR +CAWLINE,
+HIS OWNE ERRAND FFOR TO SAY:
?+IFAITH, +I WOLD TO +GOD, +SiR,? SAYD +SiR +CAWLINE, ?!ThaT SOLDAN +I WILL ASSAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.36
=1 ?+GOE FFEITCH ME DOWNE MY ELDRIGE SWORD, +FFOR +I WOONE ITT ATT FFRAY:?
?+BUT AWAY, AWAY'? SAYD THE HEND SOLDAN, ?+THOU TARRYEST MEE HERE ALL DAY'?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.37
=1 +BUT THE HEND SOLDAN AND +SiR +CAWLINE +TH?E FFOUGHT A SUMmERS DAY;
+NOW HAS HEE SLAINE thaT HEND SOLDAN,
+AND BROUGHT HIS FIUE HEADS AWAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.38
=1 +AND THE King HAS BETAKEN HIM HIS BROADE LANDS, +AND ALL HIS VENISON;
. . . . . .
. . . . .
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.39
=1 ?+BUT TAKE YOU DOO AND YOuR LANDS [SOE] BROAD, +AND BROOKE THEM WELL YOuR LIFFE;
+FFOR YOU ProMISED MEE YOuR DAUGHTER DEERE, +TO BE MY WEDED WIFFE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.40
=1 ?+NOW BY MY FFAITH,? THEN SAYES OUR King, ?+FFOR thaT WEE WILL NOT STRIFFE,
+FFOR THOU SHALT HAUE MY DAUGHTER DERE, +TO BE THY WEDED WIFFE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.41
=1 +THE OTHER MORNINGE +SiR +CAWLINE ROSE +BY THE DAWNING OF THE DAY,
+AND VNTILL A GARDEN DID HE GOE
+HIS MATTINS FFOR TO SAY;
+AND thaT BESPYED A FFALSE STEWARD,
+A SHAMES DEATH thaT HE MIGHT DYE'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.42
=1 +AND HE LETT A LYON OUT OF A BANDE,
+SiR +CAWLINE FFOR TO TEARE;
+AND HE HAD NOE WEPON HIM VPON,
+NOR NOE WEPON DID WEARE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.43
=1 +BUT HEE TOOKE THEN HIS MANTLE OF GREENE, +INTO THE LYONS MOUTH ITT THRUST;
+HE HELD THE LYON SOE SORE TO THE WALL
+TILL THE LYONS HART DID BURST.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.44
=1 +AND THE WATCHMEN CRYED VPON THE WALLS +AND SAYD, ?+SiR +CAWLINE*S SLAINE'
+AND WiTH A BEAST IS NOT FFULL LITLE,
+A LYON OF MICKLE MAYNE:?
+THEN THE KingS DAUGHTER SHEE FFELL DOWNE, ?+FOR PEERLESSE IS MY PAYNE'?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.45
=1 ?+O PEACE, MY LADY'? SAYES +SiR +CAWLINE, ?+I HAUE BOUGHT THY LOUE FFULL DEERE;
+O PEACE, MY LADY'? SAYES +SiR +CAWLINE, ?+PEACE, LADY, FFOR +I AM HEERE'?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 61.46
=1 +THEN HE DID MARRY THIS KingS DAUGHTER, +WiTH GOLD AND SILUER BRIGHT,
+AND FIFTENE SONNES THIS LADYE BEERE
+TO +SiR +CAWLINE THE KNIGHT.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.1
=/ +CHILD 62 +A
=/ +FAIR +ANNIE
=/ +MINSTRELSY OF THE +SCOTTISH +BORDER, +I+I, 102, 1802, CHIEFLY FROM THE =/ RECITATION OF AN OLD WOMAN RESIDING NEAR +KIRKHILL, IN +WEST +LOTHIAN.
=1 ?^IT*S NARROW, NARROW, MAKE YOUR BED, +AND LEARN TO LIE YOUR LANE;
+FOR +I*M GA*N OER THE SEA, +FAIR +ANNIE, +A BRAW BRIDE TO BRING HAME.
+WI HER +I WILL GET GOWD AND GEAR;
+WI YOU +I NEER GOT NANE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.2
=1 ?+BUT WHA WILL BAKE MY BRIDAL BREAD, +OR BREW MY BRIDAL ALE$
+AND WHA WILL WELCOME MY BRISK BRIDE,
+THAT +I BRING OER THE DALE$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.3
=1 ?+IT*S +I WILL BAKE YOUR BRIDAL BREAD, +AND BREW YOUR BRIDAL ALE,
+AND +I WILL WELCOME YOUR BRISK BRIDE,
+THAT YOU BRING OER THE DALE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.4
=1 ?+BUT SHE THAT WELCOMES MY BRISK BRIDE +MAUN GANG LIKE MAIDEN FAIR;
+SHE MAUN LACE ON HER ROBE SAE JIMP,
+AND BRAID HER YELLOW HAIR.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.5
=1 ?+BUT HOW CAN +I GANG MAIDEN-LIKE,
+WHEN MAIDEN +I AM NANE$
+HAVE +I NOT BORN SEVEN SONS TO THEE,
+AND AM WITH CHILD AGAIN$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.6
=1 +SHE*S TAEN HER YOUNG SON IN HER ARMS, +ANOTHER IN HER HAND,
+AND SHE*S UP TO THE HIGHEST TOWER,
+TO SEE HIM COME TO LAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.7
=1 ?+COME UP, COME UP, MY ELDEST SON,
+AND LOOK OER YON SEA-STRAND,
+AND SEE YOUR FATHER*S NEW-COME BRIDE,
+BEFORE SHE COME TO LAND.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.8
=1 ?+COME DOWN, COME DOWN, MY MOTHER DEAR, +COME FRAE THE CASTLE WA'
+I FEAR, IF LANGER YE STAND THERE,
+YE*LL LET YOURSELL DOWN FA.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.9
=1 +AND SHE GAED DOWN, AND FARTHER DOWN, +HER LOVE*S SHIP FOR TO SEE,
+AND THE TOPMAST AND THE MAINMAST
+SHONE LIKE THE SILVER FREE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.10
=1 +AND SHE*S GANE DOWN, AND FARTHER DOWN, +THE BRIDE*S SHIP TO BEHOLD,
+AND THE TOPMAST AND THE MAINMAST
+THEY SHONE JUST LIKE THE GOLD.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.11
=1 +SHE*S TAEN HER SEVEN SONS IN HER HAND, +I WOT SHE DIDNA FAIL;
+SHE MET +LORD +THOMAS AND HIS BRIDE,
+AS THEY CAME OER THE DALE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.12
=1 ?+YOU*RE WELCOME TO YOUR HOUSE, +LORD +THOMAS, +YOU*RE WELCOME TO YOUR LAND;
+YOU*RE WELCOME WITH YOUR FAIR LADYE,
+THAT YOU LEAD BY THE HAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.13
=1 ?+YOU*RE WELCOME TO YOUR HA*S, LADYE, +YOUR WELCOME TO YOUR BOWERS;
+YOU*RE WELCOME TO YOUR HAME, LADYE,
+FOR A* THAT*S HERE IS YOURS.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.14
=1 ?+I THANK THEE, +ANNIE; +I THANK THEE, +ANNIE, +SAE DEARLY AS +I THANK THEE;
+YOU*RE THE LIKEST TO MY SISTER +ANNIE, +THAT EVER +I DID SEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.15
=1 ?+THERE CAME A KNIGHT OUT OER THE SEA, +AND STEALD MY SISTER AWAY;
+THE SHAME SCOUP IN HIS COMPANY,
+AND LAND WHEREER HE GAE'?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.16
=1 +SHE HANG AE NAPKIN AT THE DOOR,
+ANOTHER IN THE HA,
+AND A* TO WIPE THE TRICKLING TEARS,
+SAE FAST AS THEY DID FA.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.17
=1 +AND AYE SHE SERVED THE LANG TABLES, +WITH WHITE BREAD AND WITH WINE,
+AND AYE SHE DRANK THE WAN WATER,
+TO HAD HER COLOUR FINE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.18
=1 +AND AYE SHE SERVED THE LANG TABLES, +WITH WHITE BREAD AND WITH BROWN;
+AND AY SHE TURNED HER ROUND ABOUT,
+SAE FAST THE TEARS FELL DOWN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.19
=1 +AND HE*S TAEN DOWN THE SILK NAPKIN, +HUNG ON A SILVER PIN,
+AND AYE HE WIPES THE TEAR TRICKLING
+A* DOWN HER CHEEK AND CHIN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.20
=1 +AND AYE HE TURN*D HIM ROUND ABOUT,
+AND SMILED AMANG HIS MEN;
+SAYS, +LIKE YE BEST THE OLD LADYE,
+OR HER THAT*S NEW COME HAME$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.21
=1 +WHEN BELLS WERE RUNG, AND MASS WAS SUNG, +AND A* MEN BOUND TO BED,
+LORD +THOMAS AND HIS NEW-COME BRIDE
+TO THEIR CHAMBER THEY WERE GAED.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.22
=1 +ANNIE MADE HER BED A LITTLE FORBYE, +TO HEAR WHAT THEY MIGHT SAY;
?+AND EVER ALAS'? +FAIR +ANNIE CRIED,
?+THAT +I SHOULD SEE THIS DAY'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.23
=1 ?+GIN MY SEVEN SONS WERE SEVEN YOUNG RATS, +RUNNING ON THE CASTLE WA,
+AND +I WERE A GREW CAT MYSELL,
+I SOON WOULD WORRY THEM A*.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.24
=1 ?+GIN MY SEVEN SONS WERE SEVEN YOUNG HARES, +RUNNING OER YON LILLY LEE,
+AND +I WERE A GREW HOUND MYSELL,
+SOON WORRIED THEY A* SHOULD BE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.25
=1 +AND WAE AND SAD +FAIR +ANNIE SAT,
+AND DREARIE WAS HER SANG,
+AND EVER, AS SHE SOBBD AND GRAT,
?+WAE TO THE MAN THAT DID THE WRANG'?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.26
=1 ?+MY GOWN IS ON,? SAID THE NEW-COME BRIDE, ?+MY SHOES ARE ON MY FEET,
+AND +I WILL TO +FAIR +ANNIE*S CHAMBER, +AND SEE WHAT GARS HER GREET.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.27
=1 ?+WHAT AILS YE, WHAT AILS YE, +FAIR +ANNIE, +THAT YE MAKE SIC A MOAN$
+HAS YOUR WINE BARRELS CAST THE GIRDS,
+OR IS YOUR WHITE BREAD GONE$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.28
=1 ?+O WHA WAS*T WAS YOUR FATHER, +ANNIE, +OR WHA WAS*T WAS YOUR MOTHER$
+AND HAD YE ONY SISTER, +ANNIE,
+OR HAD YE ONY BROTHER$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.29
=1 ?+THE +EARL OF +WEMYSS WAS MY FATHER, +THE +COUNTESS OF +WEMYSS MY MOTHER;
+AND A* THE FOLK ABOUT THE HOUSE
+TO ME WERE SISTER AND BROTHER.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.30
=1 ?+IF THE +EARL OF +WEMYSS WAS YOUR FATHER, +I WOT SAE WAS HE MINE;
+AND IT SHALL NOT BE FOR LACK O GOWD
+THAT YE YOUR LOVE SALL TYNE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+A.31
=1 ?+FOR +I HAVE SEVEN SHIPS O MINE AIN, +A* LOADED TO THE BRIM,
+AND +I WILL GIE THEM A* TO THEE,
+WI FOUR TO THINE ELDEST SON:
+BUT THANKS TO A* THE POWERS IN HEAVEN
+THAT +I GAE MAIDEN HAME'?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.1
=/ +CHILD 62 +B
=/ +FAIR +ANNIE
=/ +JAMIESON*S +POPULAR +BALLADS, +I+I, 376, FROM THE RECITATION OF =/ +MRS +ARROT, OF +ABERBROTHICK.
=1 ^THERE LIVD A LORD ON YON SEA-SIDE,
+AND HE THOUGHT ON A WILE,
+HOW HE WOULD GO OVER THE SAUT SEA
+A LADY TO BEGUILE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.2
=1 ?+O LEARN TO MAK YOUR BED, +HELEN,
+AND LEARN TO LY YOUR LANE,
+FOR +I*M GAUN OVER THE SAUT SEAS
+A BRIGHT BRIDE TO BRING HAME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.3
=1 ?+HOW CAN +I MAK MY BED,? SHE SAYS,
?+UNLESS +I MAK IT WIDE,
+WHAN +I HAVE SEVEN O YOUR SONS
+TO LIE DOWN BY MY SIDE$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.4
=1 ?+AND THE FIRST O YOUR SEVEN SONS,
+HE RIDES A MILK-WHITE STEED;
+THE SECOND O YOUR SEVEN SONS
+HE WEARS A MILK-WHITE WEED.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.5
=1 ?+THE THIRD ANE O YOUR SEVEN SONS,
+HE DRAWS BAITH ALE AND WINE;
+THE FOURTH ANE O YOUR SEVEN SONS,
+HE SERVES YOU WHEN YOU DINE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.6
=1 ?+THE FIFTH ANE O YOUR SEVEN SONS,
+HE CAN BAITH READ AND WRITE;
+AND THE SIXTH ANE O YOUR SEVEN SONS,
+HE IS A* YOUR HEART*S DELIGHT.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.7
=1 ?+AND THE YOUNGEST O YOUR SEVEN SONS, +HE SLEEPS ON MY BREAST-BANE;
+WHAN HIM AND +I LY DOWN AT NIGHT,
+FOR HIM REST GET +I NANE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.8
=1 ?+O WHA WILL BAKE MY BRIDAL BREAD,
+AND BREW MY BRIDAL ALE$
+AND WHA WILL WELCOME MY GAE LADY,
+THAT +I BRING OER THE DALE$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.9
=1 ?+AND SIN YE*VE TAEN THE TURN IN HAND, +SEE THAT YE DO IT RIGHT,
+AND ILKA CHIMLY O THE HOUSE,
+THAT THEY BE DEARLY DIGHT.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.10
=1 +O A* THE DAY SHE WASHD AND WRANG,
+AND A* THE NIGHT SHE BUIK,
+AND SHE*S AWA TO HER CHAMBER,
+TO GIE HER YOUNG SON SUCK.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.11
=1 ?+COME HERE, COME HERE, MY ELDEST SON, +AND SEE WHAT YE MAY SEE;
+FOR YONDER COMES YOUR FATHER DEAR,
+YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW SIDE BE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.12
=1 +SHE*S TAEN A CAKE O THE BEST BREAD, +A BOTTLE O THE BEST WINE,
+AND A* THE KEYS UPON HER ARM,
+AND TO THE YATES SHE*S GAEN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.13
=1 ?+YE ARE WELCOME HAME, GAY LADY,? SHE SAID, ?+AND AY YE ARE WELCOME HAME;
+AND SAE IS A* THE GENTLEWOMEN
+THAT*S WI YOU RIDDEN AND GANE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.14
=1 ?+YOU ARE WELCOME HAME, GAY LORD? SHE SAID, ?+AND AY YE ARE WELCOME HAME;
+AND SAE IS A* THE GENTLEMEN
+THAT*S WI YOU RIDDEN AND GANE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.15
=1 +SHE SAIRD THEM UP, SHE SAIRD THEM DOWN, +SHE SAIRD THEM TILL AND FRAE;
+BUT WHEN SHE WENT BEHIND THEIR BACKS,
+THE TEAR DID BLIND HER EE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.16
=1 +WHAN DAY WAS GANE, AND NIGHT WAS COME, +AND A* MAN BOUN TO BED,
+THE BRIDEGROOM AND THE BONNY BRIDE
+IN THEIR CHAMBER WAS LAID.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.17
=1 +BURD +HELEN AND HER SEVEN SONS
+LAY IN A BOWER NEAR BY;
. . . . .
. . . . .
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.18
=1 ?+IF MY SEVEN SONS WERE SEVEN GREY RATTS, +TO RIN FRAE WA TO WA,
+AND +I MYSEL A GOOD GREY CAT,
+I WOULD BITE THEIR BACK A-TWA.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.19
=1 ?+IF MY SEVEN SONS WERE SEVEN GREY HARES, +AND THEM TO RIN A RACE,
+AND +I MYSEL A GOOD GREYHOUND,
+I WOULD GIE THEM A CHACE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.20
=1 +UP AND SPAK THE BONNY BRIDE,
+IN CHAMBER WHERE SHE LAY:
?+THERE IS A LADY IN THIS BOWER,
+SHE WILL GAE MAD OR DAY.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.21
=1 ?+LYE STILL, LYE STILL, MY BONNY BRIDE, +LYE STILL AND TAK A SLEEP;
+IT*S BUT ANE O MY WINE PUNCHEONS;
+NAE LANGER WAD IT KEEP.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.22
=1 ?+KING +HENRY WAS MY FATHER DEAR,
+QUEEN +CATHERINE WAS MY MOTHER,
+LADY +ANNE SHE WAS MY SISTER DEAR,
+AND +FREDERICK WAS MY BROTHER.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.23
=1 ?+AND WHAN +I WAS SIX YEARS OF AGE,
+THEY CA*D ME +MARY +MILD;
+I WAS STOWN FRAE MY FATHER*S YATE,
+WHAN +I WAS BUT A CHILD.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.24
=1 +THEN UP AND SPAK THE BONNY BRIDE,
+BY HER LORD AS SHE LAY:
?+LYE DOWN, LYE DOWN, MY DEAR SISTER,
+THERE*S NAE ILL DONE FOR ME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.25
=1 ?+O SEVEN SHIPS CONVEYD ME HERE,
+AND SEVEN CAME OER THE MAIN;
+AND FOUR O THEM SHALL STAY WI YOU,
+AND THREE CONVEY ME HAME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+B.26
=1 ?+BUT WHEN +I GAE HAME TO MY FATHER*S HOUSE, +THEY WILL LAUGH ME TO SCORN,
+TO COME AWA A WEDDED WIFE,
+GAE HAME A MAID THE MORN.?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.1
=/ +CHILD 62 +C
=/ +FAIR +ANNIE
=/ +MOTHERWELL*S MANUSCRIPT, P. 351, FROM THE RECITATION OF +JANET +HOLMES, =/ AN OLD WOMAN IN +KILBARCHAN, WHO DERIVED THE BALLAD FROM HER MOTHER; =/ +JULY 18, 1825.
=1 ?^LEARN TO MAK YOU BED, HONEY,
+AND LEARN TO LYE YOUR LANE,
+FOR +I*M GAUN OWRE THE SALT SEAS,
+A FAIR LADY TO BRING HAME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.2
=1 ?+AND WITH HER +I*LL GET GOLD AND GEAR, +WITH THEE +I NEER GOT NANE;
+I TOOK YOU AS A WAAF WOMAN,
+I LEAVE YOU AS THE SAME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.3
=1 ?+WHAT AILETH THEE AT ME, MY LORD,
+WHAT AILETH THEE AT ME,
+WHEN SEVEN BONNIE SONS +I HAVE BORN,
+ALL OF YOUR FAIR BODIE$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.4
=1 ?+THE ELDEST OF YOUR SEVEN SONS,
+HE CAN BOTH READ AND WRITE;
+THE SECOND OF YOUR SONS, MY LORD,
+CAN DO IT MORE PERFYTE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.5
=1 ?+THE THIRD ONE OF YOUR SONS, MY LORD, +HE WATERS YOUR MILK-WHITE STEED;
+THE FOURTH ONE OF YOUR SONS, MY LORD,
+WITH RED GOLD SHINES HIS WEED.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.6
=1 ?+THE FIFTH ONE OF YOUR SONS, MY LORD, +HE SERVES YOU WHEN YOU DINE;
+THE SIXTH ONE NOW YOU DO BEHOLD,
+HOW HE WALKS OUT AND IN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.7
=1 ?+THE SEVENTH ONE OF YOUR SONS, MY LORD, +SUCKS HARD AT MY BREAST-BANE;
+WHEN A* THE HOUSE THEY ARE AT REST,
+FOR HIM +I CAN GET NANE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.8
=1 ?+AND IF YOU LEAVE ME THUS FORLORN,
+A WAINLESS WIFE +I*LL BE,
+FOR ANYBODY*S GOLD OR GEAR
+THAT IS BEYOND THE SEA.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.9
=1 ?+O WHA WILL BAKE MY BRIDAL BREAD,
+OR WHA WILL BREW MY ALE$
+OR WHA WILL COOK MY KITCHEN NEAT,
+OR GIVE MY MEN THEIR MEAL$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.10
=1 ?+FOR LOVE +I*LL BAKE YOUR BRIDAL BREAD, +TO BREW YOUR ALE +I*M FAIN,
+TO COOK YOUR KITCHEN, AS +I HAVE DONE, +TILL YOU RETURN AGAIN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.11
=1 ?+O WHA WILL BAKE MY BRIDAL BREAD,
+OR WHA WILL BREW MY ALE$
+OR WHA WILL WELCOME MY BRAW BRIDE,
+THAT +I BRING OWRE THE DALE$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.12
=1 ?+FOR LOVE +I*LL BAKE YOUR BRIDAL BREAD, +FOR LOVE +I*LL BREW YOUR ALE,
+AND +I WILL WELCOME YOUR BRAW BRIDE
+THAT YOU BRING OWRE THE DALE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.13
=1 +HER MIND SHE KEEPED, BUT SAIR SHE WEEPD +THE TIME THAT HE WAS GANE
. . . . . .
. . . . . .
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.14
=1 ?+GO UP, GO UP, MY ELDEST SON,
+GO TO THE UPMOST HA,
+AND SEE IF YOU SEE YOUR FATHER COMING, +WITH YOUR MOTHER-TO-BE-IN-LAW.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.15
=1 ?+PUT ON, PUT ON, +O MOTHER DEAR,
+PUT ON YOUR GOUNS SO BRAW,
+FOR YONDER IS MY FATHER COMING,
+WITH MY MOTHER-TO-BE-IN-LAW.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.16
=1 +SHE*S TAEN THE WHEAT-BREAD IN ONE HAND, +THE RED WINES, WHICH PLENTY WERE,
+AND SHE*S GANE TO THE OUTMOST GATE,
+AND BID THEM WELCOME THERE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.17
=1 ?+YOU*RE WELCOME HERE, MY BROTHER DEAR, +YE*RE WELCOME, BROTHER +JOHN;
+YE*RE WELCOME A* MY BRETHERN DEAR,
+THAT HAS THIS JOURNEY GONE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.18
=1 ?+I THANK YOU, SISTER +ANNIE,? HE SAYS, ?+AND +I THANK YOU HEARTILIE,
+AND AS YOU*VE WELCOMED HOME MYSELF,
+YOU*LL WELCOME MY FAIR LADYE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.19
=1 ?+IF +I HAD ROSES TO MY FEET,
+AND RIBBONS TO MY GOWN,
+AND AS LEAL A MAID AS YOUR BRAW BRIDE, +I WOULD SPEAK WITHOUT A FROWN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.20
=1 +HE*S GIVEN HER ROSES TO HER FEET,
+AND RIBBONS TO HER GOWN,
+AND SHE HAS WELCOMED HIS BRAW BRIDE,
+BUT WEEL THAT WAS HER OWN'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.21
=1 ?+I THANK YOU, SISTER +ANNIE,? SHE SAYS, ?+I THANK YOU HEARTILIE,
+AND IF +I BE SEVEN YEARS ABOUT THIS PLACE, +REWARDED YOU SHALL BE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.22
=1 +SHE SERVED THEM UP, SHE SERVED THEM DOWN, +AND SHE SERVED ALL THEIR CRIES,
+AND AYE AS SHE CAME DOWN THE STAIR
+THE TEARS FELL FROM HER EYES.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.23
=1 +WHEN MASS WAS SUNG, AND ALL BELLS RUNG, +AND ALL MEN BOUNE FOR BED,
+THE GOOD LORD AND HIS FAIR LADY
+WERE IN THEIR CHAMBER LAID.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.24
=1 +BUT POOR +ANNIE AND HER SEVEN SONS
+WAS IN A ROOM HARD BY,
+AND AS SHE LAY SHE SIGHED AND WEPT,
+AND THUS BEGAN TO CRY:
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.25
=1 ?+O WERE MY SONS TRANSFORMED TO CATS, +TO SPEEL THIS CASTLE WA,
+AND +I MYSELL A RED BLOOD-HOUND
+THAT +I MIGHT WORRY THEM A*'?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.26
=1 +THE BRIDE SHE OVERHEARING ALL,
+AND SAIR SHE RUED HER FATE:
?+AWAUK, AWAUK, MY LORD,? SHE SAID,
?+AWAUK, FOR WELL YOU MAY;
+FOR +THERE*S A WOMAN IN THIS GATE
+THAT WILL GO MAD ERE DAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.27
=1 ?+I FEAR SHE IS A LEMAN OF THINE,
+AND A LEMAN MEEK AND MILD;
+GET UP AND PACK HER DOWN THE STAIRS,
+THO THE WOODS WERE NEER SAE WILD.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.28
=1 ?+O YES, SHE IS A LEMAN OF MINE,
+AND A LEMAN MEEK AND KIND,
+AND +I WILL NOT PACK HER DOWN THE STAIRS, +FOR A* THE GEAR THAT*S THINE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.29
=1 ?+O WHA*S YOUR FATHER, +ANN$? SHE SAYS, ?+OR WHA*S YOUR MOTHER DEAR$
+OR WHA*S YOUR SISTER, +ANN$? SHE SAYS, ?+OR BROTHER$ LET ME HEAR.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.30
=1 ?+KING +EASTER HE*S MY FATHER DEAR,
+THE +QUEEN MY MOTHER WAS;
+JOHN +ARMSTRANG, IN THE WEST-AIRT LANDS, +MY ELDEST BROTHER IS.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.31
=1 ?+THEN +I*M YOUR SISTER, +ANN,? SHE SAYS, ?+AND +I*M A FULL SISTER TO THEE;
+YOU WERE STOLEN AWA WHEN VERY YOUNG,
+BY THE SAME LORD*S TREACHERIE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.32
=1 ?+I*VE SEVEN SHIPS UPON THE SEA,
+ALL LOADED TO THE BRIM,
+AND FIVE OF THEM +I*LL GIVE TO THEE,
+AND TWA SHALL CARRY ME HAME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+C.33
=1 ?+MY MOTHER SHALL MAK MY TOCHER UP,
+WHEN +I TELL HER HOW YOU THRIVE;
+FOR WE NEVER KNEW WHERE YOU WAS GONE,
+OR IF YOU WAS ALIVE.?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 62+D.1
=/ +CHILD 62 +D
=/ +FAIR +ANNIE
=/ +HERD, +THE +ANCIENT AND +MODERN +SCOTS +SONGS, 1769, P.307.
=1 ?^WHA WILL BAKE MY BRIDAL BREAD,
+AND BREW MY BRIDAL ALE$
+AND WHA WILL WELCOME MY BRISK BRIDE,
+THAT +I BRING OER THE DALE$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+D.2
=1 ?+I WILL BAKE YOUR BRIDAL BREAD,
+AND BREW YOUR BRIDAL ALE,
+AND +I WILL WELCOME YOUR BRISK BRIDE,
+THAT YOU BRING OER THE DALE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+D.3
=1 ?+BUT SHE THAT WELCOMES MY BRISK BRIDE +MAUN GANG LIKE MAIDEN FAIR;
+SHE MAUN LACE ON HER ROBE SAE JIMP,
+AND BRAID HER YELLOW HAIR.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+D.4
=1 ?+BUT HOW CAN +I GANG MAIDEN-LIKE,
+WHEN MAIDEN +I AM NANE$
+HAVE +I NOT BORN SEVEN SONS TO THEE,
+AND AM WITH CHILD AGEN$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+D.5
=1 +SHE*S TAEN HER YOUNG SON IN HER ARMS, +ANOTHER IN HER HAND,
+AND SHE*S UP TO THE HIGHEST TOWER,
+TO SEE HIM COME TO LAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+D.6
=1 ?+YOU*RE WELCOME TO YOUR HOUSE, MASTER, +YOU*RE WELCOME TO YOUR LAND;
+YOU*RE WELCOME WITH YOUR FAIR LADY,
+THAT YOU LEAD BY THE HAND.?
?* ?* ?* ?* ?*
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+D.7
=1 +AND AY SHE SERVD THE LANG TABLES,
+WITH WHITE BREAD AND WITH WINE,
+AND AY SHE DRANK THE WAN WATER,
+TO HAD HER COLOUR FINE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+D.8
=1 +NOW HE*S TAEN DOWN A SILK NAPKIN,
+HUNG ON THE SILVER PIN,
+AND AY HE WIPES THE TEARS TRICKLING
+ADOWN HER CHEEK AND CHIN.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.1
=/ +CHILD 62 +E
=/ +FAIR +ANNIE
=/ +JAMIESON-+BROWN +M+S., FOL. 20; +JAMIESON*S +POPULAR +BALLADS, +I+I, 371.
=1 ?+O ^WHA WILL BAKE MY BRIDAL BREAD,
+AND BREW MY BRIDAL ALE$
+WHA WILL WELCOME MY BRIGHT BRIDE,
+THAT +I BRING OER THE DALE$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.2
=1 ?+O +I WILL BAKE YOUR BRIDAL BREAD,
+AN BREW YOUR BRIDAL ALE;
+AN +I WILL WELCOME YOUR BRIGHT BRIDE,
+THAT YOU BRING OER THE DALE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.3
=1 ?+O SHE THAT WELCOMES MY BRIGHT BRIDE +MAUN GANG LIKE MAIDEN FAIR;
+SHE MAUN LACE HER IN HER GREEN CLOATHIN, +AN BRAID HER YALLOW HAIR.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.4
=1 ?+O HOW CAN +I GANG MAIDEN LIKE,
+WHAN MAIDEN +I AM NANE$
+WHAN +I HA BORN YOU SEVEN SONS,
+AN AM WI BAIRN AGAIN$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.5
=1 +THE LADY STOOD IN HER BOWR DOOR
+AN LOOKIT OER THE LAN,
+AN THERE SHE SAW HER AIN GOOD LORD,
+LEADIN HIS BRIDE BY THE HAN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.6
=1 +SHE*S DRESSD HER SONS I THE SCARLET RED, +HERSEL I THE DAINTY GREEN,
+AN THO HER CHEEK LOOKD PALE AND WAN,
+SHE WELL MIGHT HA BEEN A QUEEN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.7
=1 +SHE CALLD UPON HER ELDEST SON:
?+LOOK YONDER WHAT YOU SEE;
+FOR YONDER COMES YOUR FATHER DEAR,
+YOUR STEP-MOTHER HIM WI.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.8
=1 ?+O YOU*R WELCOME HAME, MY AIN GOOD LORD, +TO YOUR HA*S BUT AN YOUR BOWRS;
+YOU*R WELCOME HAME, MY AIN GOOD LORD,
+TO YOUR CASTLES AN YOUR TOWRS:
+SAE IS YOUR BRIGHT BRIDE YOU BESIDE,
+SHE*S FAIRER NOR THE FLOWERS.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.9
=1 ?+O WHATN A LADY*S THAT$? SHE SAYS,
?+THAT WELCOMS YOU AN ME$
+IF +I*M LANG LADY ABOUT THIS PLACE,
+SOME GOOD +I WILL HER DEE.
+SHE LOOKS SAE LIKE MY SISTER +JANE,
+WAS STOLN I THE BOWR FRAE ME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.10
=1 +O SHE HAS SERVD THE LANG TABLES,
+WI THE WHITE BREAD AN THE WINE;
+BUT AY SHE DRANK THE WAN WATER,
+TO KEEP HER COLOUR FINE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.11
=1 ?+AN SHE GID BY THE FIRST TABLE,
+AN LEUGH AMO THEM A*;
+BUT ERE SHE REACHD THE SECOND TABLE,
+SHE LET THE TEARS DOWN FA.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.12
=1 +SHE*S TAEN A NAPKIN LANG AN WHITE,
+AN HUNG*T UPON A PIN;
+IT WAS TO DRY HER WATRY EYES,
+AS SHE WENT OUT AND IN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.13
=1 +WHAN BELLS WERE RUNG, AN MASS WAS SUNG, +AN A* MAN BOUN TO BED,
+THE BRIDE BUT AN THE BONNY BRIDEGROOM
+IN AE CHAMBER WAS LAID.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.14
=1 +SHE*S TAEN HER HARP INTILL HER HAN, +TO HARP THIS TWA ASLEEP;
+AN AY AS SHE HARPED AN SHE SANG,
+FULL SORELY DID SHE WEEP.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.15
=1 ?+O SEVEN FU FAIR SONS +I HAVE BORN
+TO THE GOOD LORD O THIS PLACE,
+AN +I WISH THAT THEY WERE SEVEN HARES, +TO RUN THE CASTLE RACE,
+AN +I MYSEL A GOOD GRAY HOUN,
+AN +I WOUD GI THEM CHASE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.16
=1 ?+O SEVEN FU FAIR SONS +I HAVE BORN
+TO THE GOOD LORD O THIS HA;
+I WISH THAT THEY WERE SEVEN ROTTONS,
+TO RIN THE CASTLE WA,
+AN +I MYSELL A GOOD GRAY CAT,
+I WOT +I WOUD WORRY THEM A*
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.17
=1 ?+THE EARLE O +RICHMOND WAS MY FATHER, +AN THE LADY WAS MY MOTHER,
+AN A* THE BAIRNS BISIDES MYSEL
+WAS A SISTER AN A BROTHER.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.18
=1 ?+SING ON, SING ON, YE GAY LADY,
+I WOT YE HAE SUNG IN TIME;
+GIN THE EARLE O +RICHMOND WAS YOUR FATHER, +I WOT SAE WAS HE MINE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.19
=1 ?+RISE UP, RISE UP, MY BIERLY BRIDE; +I THINK MY BED*S BUT CAUL;
+I WOUDNA HEAR MY LADY LAMENT
+FOR YOUR TOCHER TEN TIMES TAUL.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+E.20
=1 ?+O SEVEN SHIPS DID BRING YOU HERE,
+AN AN SAL TAK YOU HAME;
+THE LEVE +I*LL KEEP TO YOUR SISTER +JANE, +FOR TOCHER SHE GAT NANE.?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.1
=/ +CHILD 62 +F
=/ +FAIR +ANNIE
=/ +MOTHERWELL*S +M+S., P. 385; +MOTHERWELL*S +MINSTRELSY, P. 327.  +FROM =/ THE RECITATION OF +MRS +RULE, +PAISLEY, +AUGUST 16, 1825.
=1 ?^LEARN TO MAK YOUR BED, +ANNIE,
+AND LEARN TO LIE YOUR LANE,
+FOR +I MAUN OWRE THE SALT SEAS GANG,
+A BRISK BRIDE TO BRING HAME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.2
=1 ?+BIND UP, BIND UP YOUR YELLOW HAIR, +AND TYE IT IN YOUR NECK,
+AND SEE YOU LOOK AS MAIDEN-LIKE
+AS THE FIRST DAY THAT WE MET.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.3
=1 ?+O HOW CAN +I LOOK MAIDEN-LIKE,
+WHEN A MAID +I*LL NEVER BE;
+WHEN SEVEN BRAVE SONS +I*VE BORN TO THEE, +AND THE EIGHTH IS IN MY BODIE$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.4
=1 ?+THE ELDEST OF YOUR SONS, MY LORD,
+WI RED GOLD SHINES HIS WEED;
+THE SECOND OF YOUR SONS, MY LORD,
+RIDES ON A MILK-WHITE STEED.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.5
=1 ?+AND THE THIRD OF YOUR SONS, MY LORD, +HE DRAWS YOUR BEER AND WINE,
+AND THE FOURTH OF YOUR SONS, MY LORD,
+CAN SERVE YOU WHEN YOU DINE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.6
=1 ?+AND THE FIFT OF YOUR SONS, MY LORD, +HE CAN BOTH READ AND WRITE,
+AND THE SIXTH OF YOUR SONS, MY LORD,
+CAN DO IT MAIST PERFYTE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.7
=1 ?+AND THE SEVENT OF YOUR SONS, MY LORD, +SITS ON THE NURSE*S KNEE;
+AND HOW CAN +I LOOK MAIDEN-LIKE,
+WHEN A MAID +I*LL NEVER BE$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.8
=1 ?+BUT WHA WILL BAKE YOUR WEDDING BREAD, +AND BREW YOUR BRIDAL ALE$
+OR WHA WILL WELCOME YOUR BRISK BRIDE,
+THAT YOU BRING OWRE THE DALE$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.9
=1 ?+I*LL PUT COOKS IN MY KITCHEN,
+AND STEWARDS IN MY HALL,
+AND +I*LL HAVE BAKERS FOR MY BREAD,
+AND BREWERS FOR MY ALE;
+BUT YOU*RE TO WELCOME MY BRISK BRIDE,
+THAT +I BRING OWRE THE DALE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.10
=1 +HE SET HIS FUT INTO HIS SHIP,
+AND HIS COCK-BOAT ON THE MAIN;
+HE SWORE IT WOULD BE YEAR AND DAY
+OR HE RETURNED AGAIN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.11
=1 +WHEN YEAR AND DAY WAS PAST AND GANE, +FAIR +ANNIE SHE THOCHT LANG,
+AND SHE IS UP TO HER BOWER-HEAD,
+TO BEHOLD BOTH SEA AND LAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.12
=1 ?+COME UP, COME UP, MY ELDEST SON,
+AND SEE NOW WHAT YOU SEE;
+O YONDER COMES YOUR FATHER DEAR,
+AND YOUR STEPMOTHER-TO-BE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.13
=1 ?+CAST OFF YOUR GOWN OF BLACK, MOTHER, +PUT ON YOUR GOWN OF BROWN,
+AND +I*LL PUT OFF MY MOURNING WEEDS,
+AND WE*LL WELCOME HIM HOME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.14
=1 +SHE*S TAKEN WINE INTO HER HAND,
+AND SHE HAS TAKEN BREAD,
+AND SHE IS DOWN TO THE WATER-SIDE
+TO WELCOME THEM INDEED.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.15
=1 ?+YOU*RE WELCOME, MY LORD, YOU*RE WELCOME, MY LORD, +YOU*RE WELCOME HOME TO ME;
+SO IS EVERY LORD AND GENTLEMAN
+THAT IS IN YOUR COMPANIE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.16
=1 ?+YOU*RE WELCOME, MY LADY, YOU*RE WELCOME, MY LADY, +YOU*RE WELCOME HOME TO ME;
+SO IS EVERY LADY AND GENTLEMAN
+THAT*S IN YOUR COMPANYE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.17
=1 ?+I THANK YOU, MY GIRL, +I THANK YOU, MY GIRL, +I THANK YOU HEARTILIE;
+IF +I LIVE SEVEN YEARS ABOUT THIS HOUSE, +REWARDED YOU SHALL BE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.18
=1 +SHE SERVED THEM UP, SHE SERVED THEM DOWN, +WITH THE WHEAT BREAD AND THE WINE;
+BY AYE SHE DRANK THE COLD WATER,
+TO KEEP HER COLOUR FINE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.19
=1 +SHE SERVD THEM UP, SHE SERVD THEM DOWN, +WITH THE WHEAT BREAD AND THE BEER;
+BY AYE SHE DRANK THE CAULD WATER,
+TO KEEP HER COLOUR CLEAR.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.20
=1 +WHEN BELLS WERE RUNG AND MASS WAS SUNG, +AND ALL WERE BOUNE FOR REST,
+FAIR +ANNIE LAID HER SONS IN BED,
+AND A SORROWFUL WOMAN SHE WAS.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.21
=1 ?+WILL +I GO TO THE SALT, SALT SEAS, +AND SEE THE FISHES SWIM$
+OR WILL +I GO TO THE GAY GREEN-WOOD,
+AND HEAR THE SMALL BIRDS SING$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.22
=1 +OUT AND SPOKE AN AGED MAN,
+THAT STOOD BEHIND THE DOOR:
?+YE WILL NOT GO TO THE SALT, SALT SEAS, +TO SEE THE FISHES SWIM;
+NOR WILL YE GO TO THE GAY GREEN-WOOD,
+TO HEAR THE SMALL BIRDS SING.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.23
=1 ?+BUT YE*LL TAKE A HARP, INTO YOUR HAND, +GO TO THE CHAMBER DOOR,
+AND AYE YE*LL HARP, AND AYE YE*LL MURN, +WITH THE SALT TEARS FALLING OER.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.24
=1 +SHE*S TANE A HARP INTO HER HAND,
+WENT TO THEIR CHAMBER DOOR,
+AND AYE SHE HARPD, AND AYE SHE MURND,
+WITH THE SALT TEARS FALLING OER.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.25
=1 +OUT AND SPAK THE BRISK YOUNG BRIDE, +IN BRIDE-BED WHERE SHE LAY:
?+I THINK +I HEAR MY SISTER +ANNIE,
+AND +I WISH WEEL IT MAY;
+FOR A +SCOTISH LORD STAW HER AWA,
+AND AN ILL DEATH MAY HE DIE'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.26
=1 ?+WHA WAS YOUR FATHER, MY GIRL,? SHE SAYS, ?+OR WHA WAS YOUR MOTHER$
+OR HAD YOU EVER A SISTER DEAR,
+OR HAD YOU EVER A BROTHER$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.27
=1 ?+KING +HENRY WAS MY FATHER DEAR,
+QUEEN +EASTER WAS MY MOTHER,
+PRINCE +HENRY WAS MY BROTHER DEAR,
+AND +FANNY +FLOWER MY SISTER.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.28
=1 ?+IF +KING +HENRY WAS YOUR FATHER DEAR, +AND +QUEEN +EASTER WAS YOUR MOTHER,
+AND +PRINCE +HENRY WAS YOUR BROTHER DEAR, +THEN SURELY +I*M YOUR SISTER.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.29
=1 ?+COME TO YOUR BED, MY SISTER DEAR,
+IT NEER WAS WRANGD FOR ME,
+BUT AN AE KISS OF HIS MERRY MOUTH,
+AS WE CAM OWRE THE SEA.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.30
=1 ?+AWA, AWA, YE FORENOON BRIDE,
+AWA, AWA FRAE ME'
+I WUDNA HEAR MY +ANNIE GREET,
+FOR A* THE GOLD +I GOT WI THEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.31
=1 ?+THERE WAS FIVE SHIPS OF GAY RED GOLD +CAME OWRE THE SEAS WITH ME;
+IT*S TWA O THEM WILL TAKE ME HAME,
+AND THREE +I*LL LEAVE WI THEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+F.32
=1 ?+SEVEN SHIPS O WHITE MONEY
+CAME OWRE THE SEAS WI ME;
+FIVE O THEM +I*LL LEAVE WI THEE,
+AND TWA*LL TAK ME HAME,
+AND MY MOTHER WILL MAK MY PORTION UP,
+WHEN +I RETURN AGAIN.?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 62+G.1
=/ +CHILD 62 +G
=/ +FAIR +ANNIE
=/ +COMMUNICATED BY +MISS +MARGARET +REBURN, AS CURRENT IN +COUNTY +MEATH, =/ +IRELAND, 1860-70.
=1 ^SHE SERVED THEM UP, SHE SERVED THEM DOWN, +SHE SERVED THEM UP WITH WINE,
+BUT STILL SHE DRANK THE CLEAR SPRING WATER, +TO KEEP HER COLOR FINE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+G.2
=1 ?+I MUST GET UP, SHE MUST SIT DOWN,
+SHE MUST SIT IN MY PLACE,
+OR ELSE BE TORN BY WILD HORSES
+AND THROWN OVER THE GATES.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+G.3
=1 ?+YOU WONT GET UP, SHE WONT SIT DOWN, +SHE WONT SIT IN YOUR PLACE,
+NOR YET BE TORN BY WILD HORSES,
+NOR THROWN OVER THE GATES.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+G.4
=1 +SHE CALLED UP HER SEVEN SONS,
+BY ONE, BY TWO, BY THREE:
?+I WISH YOU WERE ALL SEVEN GRAY-HOUNDS, +THIS NIGHT TO WORRY ME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+G.5
=1 ?+WHAT AILS YOU, FAIR +ELLEN$ WHAT AILS YOU, FAIR$ +OR WHY DO YOU SIGH AND MOAN$?
?+THE HOOPS ARE OFF MY WINE HOGSHEADS,
+AND MY WINE IS OVERFLOWN.?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 62+H.1
=/ +CHILD 62 +H
=/ +FAIR +ANNIE
=/ +FROM +DR +THOMAS +DAVIDSON.  +ABERDEENSHIRE.
=1 ?^BUT WHA WILL BAKE MY BRIDAL BREAD, +AN BREW MY BRIDAL ALE,
+AND WHA WILL WELCOME MY BRIDE HAME,
+IS MAIR THAT +I CAN TELL.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+H.2
=1 ?+IT*S +I WILL BAKE YOUR BRIDAL BREAD, +AND BREW YOUR BRIDAL ALE,
+BUT WHA WILL WELCOME YOUR BRIDE HAME,
+IT*LL NEED TAE BE YERSEL.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+H.3
=1 +AN SHE*S HUNG UP A SILKEN TOWEL
+UPON A GOLDEN PIN,
...TAE WIPE HER EEN,
+AS SHE GAED BUT AND BEN.
==^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.1
=/ +CHILD 62 +I
=/ +FAIR +ANNIE
=/ +KINLOCH +M+S+S, +I, 155, +MAY, 1827.  "+COMPOSED OF THREE RECITED =/ VERSIONS OBTAINED IN THE WEST OF +SCOTLAND." =1 ?^LEARN TO MAK YOUR BED, +ANNIE,
+AND LEARN TO LIE YOUR LANE;
+FOR +I AM GAING OURE THE SAUT SEAS,
+A BRISK BRIDE TO BRING HAME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.2
=1 ?+WI HER +I WILL GET GOWD AND GEAR;
+WI THEE +I NEER GAT NANE;
+I GOT THEE AS A WAIF WOMAN,
+I*LL LEAVE THEE AS THE SAME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.3
=1 ?+O WHA WILL BAKE MY BRIDAL BREAD,
+OR BREW MY BRIDAL ALE$
+OR WHA WELCOME MY BRISK BRIDE,
+THAT +I*LL BRING OURE THE DALE$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.4
=1 ?+O +I WILL BAKE YOUR BRIDAL BREAD,
+AND BREW YOUR BRIDAL ALE;
+BUT +I DOWNA WELCAM YOUR BRISK BRIDE
+THAT YE*LL BRING FRAE THE DALE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.5
=1 ?+SHE THAT WELCOMES MY BRISK BRIDE,
+SHE MAUN TOOK MAIDEN-LIKE;
+SHE MAUN KAIM DOUN HER YELLOW LOCKS,
+AND LAY THEM IN HER NECK.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.6
=1 ?+O HOW CAN +I LOOK MAIDEN-LIKE,
+WHEN MAIDEN +I AM NANE$
+FOR SEVEN SONS +I HAE BORN TO THEE,
+AND THE EIGHTH LIES IN MY WAME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.7
=1 ?+BUT WHAT AILETH THEE AT ME, MY LORD, +WHAT AILETH THEE AT ME,
+WHAN SEVEN BRAW SONS +I*VE BORN TO THEE, +OUT OF MY FAIR BODIE$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.8
=1 ?+THE FIRST ANE OF YOUR SONS, MY LORD, +CAN BAITH READ AND WRITE;
+AND THE SECOND OF YOUR SONS, MY LORD,
+CAN DO IT MAIST PERFYTE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.9
=1 ?+THE THIRD ANE O YOUR SONS, MY LORD, +CAN WATER YOUR GREY STEED;
+AND THE FOURTH ANE O YOUR SONS, MY LORD, +CAN BAKE YOUR BRIDAL BREAD.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.10
=1 ?+THE FIFTH ANE O YOUR SONS, MY LORD, +CAN SERVE YE WHAN YE DINE;
+AND THE SIXTH ANE O YOUR SONS, MY LORD, +CAN BREW YOUR BRIDAL WINE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.11
=1 ?+THE SEVENTH ANE O YOUR SONS, MY LORD, +LIES CLOSE AT MY BREIST-BANE;
+WHAN A* THE LAVE ARE FAST ASLEEP,
+IT*S REST +I CAN GET NANE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.12
=1 +HE SET HIS FOOT INTO THE STIRRUP,
+HIS HAND UPON THE MANE;
+SAYS, +IT WILL BE YEAR AND DAY, LADIE, +ERE YE SEE ME AGAIN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.13
=1 +WHAN HE HAD AE FOOT ON THE SEA,
+THE ITHER ON DRY LAN,
?+IT WILL BE YEAR AND DAY, LADIE,
+TILL +I COME BACK AGAIN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.14
=1 +WHAN YEAR AND DAY WAR PAST AND GANE, +FAIR +ANNIE SHE THOUGHT LANG;
+AND SHE WENT UP TO HER HIE TOWER,
+WI A SILK SEAM IN HER HAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.15
=1 +SHE LOOKIT EAST, SHE LOOKIT WEST,
+AND SOUTH, BELOW THE SUN,
+AND THERE SHE SPIED HER AIN GUDE LORD, +COMING SAILING TO THE LAN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.16
=1 +SHE CALLED UP HER SEVEN BRAW SONS,
+BY ANE, TWA, AND BY THREE:
?+SEE, YONDER COMES YOUR FATHER,
+AND YOUR MOTHER-FOR-TO-BE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.17
=1 +AND SHE CALLED UP HER SERVANTS A*:
?+O COME, BEHOLD AND SEE'
+O YONDER COMES YOUR MASTER DEAR,
+AND A NEW MISTRESS BRINGS HE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.18
=1 ?+GAE DOUN, GAE DOUN, MY ELDEST SON, +INTO THE OUTMOST HA,
+AND IF YE WELCOME ANE O THEM,
+BE SURE TO WELCOME A*.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.19
=1 +SOME RAN EAST, AND SOME RAN WEST,
+AND SOME RAN TO THE SEA;
+THERE WAS NA ANE IN A* HIS HOUSE
+TO WELCOME HIS NEW LADIE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.20
=1 +BUT +ANNIE*S TO HER COFFER GANE,
+TANE OUT A SILVER KAIM,
+AND SHE*S KAIMD DOUN HER YELLOW HAIR,
+AS SHE A MAID HAD BEEN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.21
=1 +AND +ANNIE HAS KAIMD HER LANG YELLOW LOCKS, +AND LAID THEM IN HER NECK;
+AND SHE*S AWA TO THE SAUT, SAUT SEA,
+TO WELCOME HIS LADY AFF DECK.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.22
=1 +SHE DURST NA CA HIM HER AIN GUDE LORD, +FOR ANGERING O THE BRIDE;
+BUT SHE DID CA HIM MASTER DEAR,
+AND +I WAT HE WAS RICHT GLAD.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.23
=1 ?+YOU*RE WELCOME, YOU*RE WELCOME, MASTER,? SHE SAID, ?+TO YOUR HALLS BOT AN YOUR BOUERS;
+AND SAE ARE A* THIR MERRY YOUNG MEN
+THAT COME ALANG WITH YOU.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.24
=1 ?+YOU*RE WELCOME, YOU*RE WELCOME, FAIR LADIE, +TO YOUR HALLS BUT AN YOUR BOUERS;
+AND SAE ARE A* THIR GAY LADIES;
+FOR A* THAT*S HERE IS YOURS.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.25
=1 ?+I THANK YE, +I THANK YE, FAIR MAIDEN, +I THANK YE KINDLIE;
+IF +I BE LANG ABOUT THIS HOUSE,
+REWARDED YE SALL BE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.26
=1 ?+I HAVE A BRITHER O MINE AIN;
+HE*S NEWLY COME FROM SEA;
+I THINK IT WAD BE A RICHT GUDE MATCH
+TO MARRY HIM AND THEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.27
=1 ?+I THANK YE, +I THANK YE, FAIR LADIE; +GIE YOUR BRITHER TO WHOM LIKE YE;
+BUT THERE*S NEVER ANE IN THIS WARLD
+MY WEDDING DAY SALL SEE:
+BUT ONE WORD O MY MASTER DEAR
+IN PRIVATE WAD +I BE.?
?* ?* ?* ?* ?*
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.28
=1 +THE FIRST DISH THAT FAIR +ANNIE SET DOUN, +SHE LOOKIT BAITH PALE AND WAN;
+THE NEIST DISH THAT FAIR +ANNIE SET DOUN, +SHE WAS SCARCE ABLE TO STAN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.29
=1 ?+O IS THIS YOUR MISTRESS, GOOD LORD,? SHE SAYS, ?+ALTHOUGH SHE LOOKS MODEST AND MILD$
+THEN WE WILL HUNT HER FRAE OUR HOUSE
+WI DOGS AND HAWKS SAE WILD.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.30
=1 ?+SHE*S NA MY MISTRESS, DEAR LADY,? HE SAYS, ?+ALTHO SHE LOOKS MODEST AND MILD;
+NOR WILL WE HUNT HER FRAE OUR HOUSE
+WI DOGS AND HAWKS SAE WILD.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.31
=1 +WHAN BELLS WAR RUNG, AND MASS WAS SUNG, +AND A* MEN BOUN FOR BED,
+THE BONNIE BRIDE AND THE BRIDEGROOM
+IN BRIDE*S BED THEY WERE LAID.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.32
=1 +WHAN DINNER WAS PAST, AND SUPPER WAS BY, +AND A* WERE BOUN FOR BED,
+FAIR +ANNIE AND HER SEVEN SONS
+IN A PUIR BYE-CHAMBER WAR LAID.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.33
=1 +FAIR +ANNIE TOOK OUT HER VIRGINALS, +AND SADLY DID SHE PLAY;
. . . . .
. . . . .
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.34
=1 ?+O GIN MY SONS WERE YON GREY RATS,
+THAT CLIMB THE CASTLE-WA,
+AND +I MYSEL A BLOODY GREY CAT,
+I*D RISE AND WORRY THEM A*.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.35
=1 +THEN OUT AND SPAK THE BONNY BRIDE,
+IN BRIDE*S BED WHARE SHE LAY:
?+I THINK THIS IS LIKE MY SISTER +ANNE, +THAT DOTH SAE SADLY PLAY.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.36
=1 ?+LIE STILL, LIE STILL, MY GAY LADIE, +LIE STILL AND SLEEP A WEE;
+IT*S NATHING BUT AN AULD SERVANT,
+THAT WAILETH SAE FOR ME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.37
=1 ?+O GIN MY SEVEN SONS WERE SEVEN YOUNG HARES, +THAT RIN ROUND THE CASTLE WA,
+AND +I MYSEL A BLUIDY GREWHUND,
+I WAD RISE AND WORRY THEM A*.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.38
=1 +THE NEW BRIDE WAUKENIT IN THE NICHT, +AND BLEW UPON HER HORN:
?+I THINK +I HEAR MY SISTER*S VOICE,
+THAT WAS STOWN FRAE US A BAIRN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.39
=1 ?+SLEEP ON, SLEEP ON, DEAR LADY,? HE SAYS, ?+IT*S YON MAIDEN IN HER DREAM,
. . . . . .
. . . . . .
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.40
=1 ?+O WHA WAS EER THY FATHER, FAIR MAID, +OR WHA WAS EER THY MITHER$
+OR WHA WAS EER THY AE SISTER,
+OR WHA WAS EER THY BRITHER$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.41
=1 ?+KING +HENRY WAS MY FATHER,? SHE SAID, ?+QUEEN +ELINORE WAS MY MITHER;
+FAIR +MARION WAS MY AE SISTER,
+EARL +ROBERT WAS MY BRITHER.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.42
=1 ?+SIN +KING +HENRY WAS YOUR FATHER, FAIR MAID, +AND +QUEEN +ELINORE YOUR MITHER,
+O +I AM EEN YOUR AE SISTER,
+AND YE ARE JUST THE ITHER.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.43
=1 ?+COME TO YOUR BED, FAIR +ANNIE,? SHE SAID, ?+COME TO YOUR BED FULL SUNE;
+I MAY WEEL SAY, +I DAUR WEEL SAY,
+THERE IS NA EVIL DUNE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.44
=1 ?+SEVEN SHIPS OF GOLD DID BRING ME HERE, +BUT ANE SHALL TAK ME HAME;
+SIX +I WILL LEAVE TO MY SISTER +ANNE,
+TO BRING UP HER CHILDREN YOUNG.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+I.45
=1 ?+BUT WHAN +I GANG TO MY FATHER*S HA, +AND TIRL ON THE PIN,
+THE MEANEST IN A* MY FATHER*S HOUSE
+WILL CA ME A FORSAKEN ANE.?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.1
=/ +CHILD 62 +J
=/ +FAIR +ANNIE
=/ +BUCHAN*S +M+S+S, +I, 66.
=1 ?^LEARN, +O LEARN, +FAIR +ANNIE,? HE SAID, ?+O LEARN TO LIE YOUR LANE;
+FOR +I AM GOING OWER THE SEA,
+TO WOO AND TO BRING HAME
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.2
=1 ?+A BRIGHTER AND A FAIRER DAME
+THAN EVER YE HAE BEEN;
+FOR +I AM GOING OWER THE SEA,
+TO CHUSE AND BRING HER HAME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.3
=1 ?+WHAT AILETH THEE, MY AIN GUDE LORD, +WHAT AILETH THEE AT ME$
+FOR SEVEN BRAW SONS HAE +I BORN
+UNTO YOUR FAIR BODIE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.4
=1 ?+THE ELDEST O YOUR SONS, MY LORD,
+IS HEIR O A* YOUR LAND;
+THE SECOND O YOUR BRAW YOUNG SONS
+HE RISES AT YOUR RIGHT HAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.5
=1 ?+THE THIRD O YOUR BRAW YOUNG SONS
+HE SERVES YOU WHEN YOU DINE;
+THE FOURTH O YOUR BRAW SONS, MY LORD,
+HE BRING TO YOU THE WINE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.6
=1 ?+THE FIFTH O YOUR BRAW YOUNG SONS
+RIGHT WELL CAN USE THE PEN;
+THE SIXTH O YOUR BRAW YOUNG SONS,
+HE*S TRAVELLING BUT AND BEN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.7
=1 ?+THE SEVENTH O YOUR BRAW YOUNG SONS, +HE LIES ON MY BREAST-BANE,
+THE FAIREST FLOWER AMO THEM A*,
+THAT LAY MY SIDES BETWEEN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.8
=1 ?+BUT +I AM GOING OWER THE SEA,
+TO WOO AND TO BRING HAME
+A LADY WI SOME GOWD AND GEAR;
+WI YOU +I NEVER GOT NANE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.9
=1 ?+YE STAW ME AWA IN TWALL YEARS AULD, +YE SOUGHT NAE GOWD WI ME;
+YE PUT ME TO THE SCHOOLS O +AYR
+FOR FULLY YEARS THREE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.10
=1 ?+BUT WHA*LL BE COOK IN YOUR KITCHEN, +AND BUTLER IN YOUR HA$
+AND WHA WILL GOVERN YOUR MERRY YOUNG MEN, +WHEN YE ARE FAR AWA$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.11
=1 ?+O YE*LL BE COOK IN MY KITCHEN,
+AND BUTLER IN MY HA,
+AND YE*LL WAIT ON MY MERRY YOUNG MEN,
+AND SERVE THEM ANE AND A*.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.12
=1 ?+BUT WHA WILL BAKE YOUR BRIDAL BREAD, +AND WHA WILL BREW YOUR ALE$
+AND WHA WILL WELCOME THAT LADY
+THAT YE BRING OWER THE DALE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.13
=1 ?+O YE WILL BAKE MY BRIDAL BREAD,
+AND YE WILL BREW MY ALE,
+AND YE WILL WELCOME THAT LADY
+THAT +I BRING OWER THE DALE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.14
=1 ?+YE*LL BAKE BREAD, AND YE*LL BREW ALE, +FOR THREE SCORE KNIGHTS AND TEN;
+THAT DAY MONTH +I GANG AWA,
+THE SAME DAY +I*LL COME AGAIN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.15
=1 ?+O +I WILL BAKE YOUR BRIDAL BREAD,
+AND +I WILL BREW YOUR ALE;
+BUT OH, TO WELCOME ANOTHER WOMAN
+MY HEART WILL NAE BE HALE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.16
=1 ?+YE WILL PUT ROSES IN YOUR HAIR,
+AND RIBBONS IN YOUR SHEEN,
+AND YE WILL LOOK FAIR MAIDEN LIKE,
+THOUGH MAIDEN YE BE NANE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.17
=1 ?+O +I*LL PUT ROSES IN MY HAIR,
+AND RIBBONS IN MY SHEEN,
+AND MAY BE LOOK AS MAIDEN-LIKE
+AS THE BRIDE YE BRING HAME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.18
=1 +TWO OF HIS SONS HE SENT BEFORE,
+AND TWO RADE BY HIS SIDE,
+AND THREE HE LEFT AT HAME WI HER,
+SHE WAS THE BRIGHTEST BRIDE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.19
=1 +AS SHE WAS GAZING HER AROUND,
+TO VIEW THE RURAL PLAIN,
+AND THERE SHE SAW THE BRIDAL FOLK,
+MERRILY COMING HAME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.20
=1 ?+COME HERE, COME HERE, MY BOYS A*,
+YE SEE NOT WHAT +I SEE;
+FOR HERE +I SEE YOUR FAIR FATHER,
+AND A STEP-MOTHER TO THEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.21
=1 ?+O SHALL +I CALL HIM HONEY, +SANDY, +HUSBAND, OR MY GUDE LORD$
+OR SHALL +I CALL HIM MY GUDE MASTER,
+LET WELL OR WOE BETIDE$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.22
=1 ?+YE WINNA CALL HIM HONEY, MOTHER,
+FOR ANGERING O THE BRIDE;
+BUT YE*LL CALL HIM YOUR GUDE MASTER,
+LET WELL OR WOE BETIDE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.23
=1 +SHE BUSKD HER BONNY BOYS IN BLACK,
+HERSELF IN SIMPLE GREEN,
+A KAIM O GOWD UPON HER HAIR,
+AS MAIDEN SHE HAD BEEN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.24
=1 +SHE*S TAEN THE WHITE BREAD IN HER LAP, +THE WINE GLASS IN HER HAND,
+AND SHE*S GANE OUT UPO THE GREEN,
+TO WELCOME THE BRIDE HAME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.25
=1 +SHE WOUDNA CA HIM HER AIN GUDE LORD, +FOR ANGERING O THE BRIDE:
?+YE*RE WELCOME HAME, MY GUDE MASTER,
+YOUR LANDS LIE BRAID AND WIDE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.26
=1 ?+O FAIR MAT FA YOU, +FAIR +ANNIE,
+SAE WELL*S YE*VE WELCOMD ME;
+YE MIGHT HAE WELCOMD MY NEW BRIDE;
+SOME GIFT TO YOU SHE*LL GIE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.27
=1 ?+YE*RE WELCOME HAME, YE NEW-COME BRIDE, +TO YOUR HA*S AND YOUR BOWERS;
+YE*RE WELCOME HAME, MY LADY GAY,
+YE*RE WHITER THAT THE FLOWERS.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.28
=1 ?+O WHA IS THIS,? THE BRIDE DID SAY, ?+SAE WELL THAT WELCOMES ME$
+IF +I*M LANG LADY O THIS PLACE
+SOME GIFT TO HER +I*LL GIE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.29
=1 ?+SHE*S LIKEST TO MY DEAR SISTER
+THAT EER MY EYES DID SEE;
+A LANDIT LORD STAW HER AWA,
+AN ILL DEATH MAT HE DIE'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.30
=1 ?+I HAE A BROTHER HERE THIS DAY,
+FAIRER YE NEER DID SEE;
+AND +I WOUD THINK NAE ILL A MATCH
+UNTO THIS FAIR LADIE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.31
=1 ?+YE*LL WED YOUR BROTHER ON A STOCK, +SAE DO YE ON A STANE;
+I*LL WED ME TO THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN,
+FOR +I*LL NEER WED A MAN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.32
=1 +SHE SERVD THE FOOTMEN O THE BEER,
+THE NOBLES O THE WINE;
+BUT NANE DID CROSS HER PALE, PALE LIPS, +FOR CHANGING O HER MIN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.33
=1 +WHEN SHE CAME IN UNTO THE ROOM
+SHE LEUCH AMO THEM A*,
+BUT WHEN SHE TURND HER BACK ABOUT
+SHE LOOT THE SAUT TEARS FA.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.34
=1 +SHE HANGED UP A SILKEN CLOATH
+UPON A SILLER PIN;
+IT WAS TO DRY HER TWA BLUE EYES,
+AS SHE WENT OUT AND IN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.35
=1 +HER HEART WI SORROW SAIR WAS FILLD, +HER BREAST WI MILK RAN OUT;
+SHE AFT WENT OT A QUIET CHAMBER,
+AND LET HER YOUNG SON SUCK.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.36
=1 ?+THERE IS A WOMAN IN THIS HOUSE
+THIS DAY HAS SERVED ME;
+BUT +I*LL RISE UP, LET HER SIT DOWN,
+SHE*S ATE, THAT +I MAY SEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.37
=1 ?+O WHA IS THIS,? THE BRIDE COUD SAY, ?+THAT SERVES THIS DAY SAE WELL$
+AND WHAT MEANS A* THIS BONNY BOYS,
+THAT FOLLOW AT HER HEEL$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.38
=1 ?+THIS IS MY SISTER, +FAIR +ANNIE,
+THAT SERVES THIS DAY SAE WELL,
+AND THESE ARE A* HER BAULD BROTHERS,
+THAT FOLLOW AT HER HEEL.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.39
=1 +THEN OUT IT SPEAKS THE NEW-COME BRIDE, +WAS FULL O JEALOUSIE:
?+I FEAR THERE*S SOMETHING NEW, MY LORD, +YE MEAN TO HIDE FRAE ME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.40
=1 ?+BUT IF SHE BE YOUR LIGHT LEMAN
+HAS ME SAIR BEGUILD,
+SHE SHALL GAE OUT AT MY WINDOW,
+AND RANGE THE WOODS SAE WILD.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.41
=1 +WHEN DAY WAS DANE, AND NIGHT DREW ON, +AND A* MAN BOUND FOR BED,
+THE BRIDEGROOM AND THE NEW-COME BRIDE
+IN AE CHAMBER WERE LAID.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.42
=1 +THE LADY BEING LEFT ALONE,
+NURSING HER FAIR YOUNG SON,
+SHE HAS TAEN UP HER GUDE LORD*S HARP,
+SHE HARPED AND SHE SUNG.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.43
=1 ?+SEVEN BRAW SONS HAE +I BORN
+TO THE LORD O THIS PLACE;
+I WISH THEY WERE SEVEN HARES
+TO RUN THE CASTLE RACE,
+AND +I MYSEL A GUDE GREYHOUND,
+TO GIE THEM A* A CHACE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.44
=1 ?+LIE NEAR, LIE NEAR, MY AIN GUDE LORD, +LIE NEAR AND SPEAK WI ME;
+THERE IS A WOMAN IN THE HOUSE,
+SHE WILL BE WILD ERE DAY.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.45
=1 ?+LIE STILL, LIE STILL, MY NEW-COME BRIDE, +LIE STILL AND TAKE YOUR REST;
+THE PALE*S OUT O MY WINE-PUNCHEON,
+AND LANG IT WINNA REST.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.46
=1 +SHE HELD THE HARP STILL IN HER HAND, +TO HARP THEM BAITH ASLEEP,
+AND AYE SHE HARPED AND SHE SANG,
+AND SAUT TEARS SHE DID WEEP.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.47
=1 ?+SEVEN BRAW SONS HAE +I BORN
+TO THE GUDE LORD O THIS HA;
+I WISH THAT THEY WERE SEVEN BROWN RATS, +TO CLIMB THE CASTLE WA,
+AND +I MYSEL A GUDE GREY CAT,
+TO TAKE THEM ANE AND A*.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.48
=1 ?+LIE NEAR, LIE NEAR, MY AIN GUDE LORD, +LIE NEAR AND SPEAK WI ME;
+THERE IS A WOMAN IN THIS HOUSE,
+SHE WILL BE WILD ERE DAY.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.49
=1 ?+LIE YOND, LIE YOND, MY NEW-COME BRIDE, +MY SHEETS ARE WONDEROUS CAULD;
+I WOUDNA HEAR MY LOVE*S LAMENT
+FOR YOUR GOWD TEN THOUSAND FAULD.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.50
=1 ?+O WAE BE TO YOU, YE FAUSE LORD,
+SOME ILL DEATH MAT YE DIE'
+FOR THAT*S THE VOICE O MY SISTER +ANN, +WAS STOWN FRAE YONT THE SEA.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.51
=1 ?+FAIR MAT FA YE, YE BUIRDLY BRIDE,
+A GUDE DEATH MAT YE DIE'
+FOR THAT*S THE VOICE O YOUR SISTER +ANN, +WAS STOWN FRAE YONT THE SEA;
+I CAME SEEKING +ANNIE*S TOCHER,
+I WAS NOT SEEKING THEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.52
=1 ?+SEVEN GUDE SHIPS +I HAE BROUGHT HERE, +IN SEVEN +I*SE GAE HAME;
+AND A* THE GOWD THAT +I BROUGHT HERE,
+IT*S A* GANG BACK AGAIN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.53
=1 ?+SEVEN SHIPS THEY BROUGHT YOU HERE, +BUT YE*LL GANG HAME IN ANE;
+YE*LL LEAVE THE REST TO TOCHER +ANN,
+FOR WI HER +I GOT NANE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.54
=1 ?+SEVEN SHIPS THEY BROUGHT ME HERE,
+BUT +I*LL GANG HAME IN ANE;
+I*LL GET MY SISTER*S ELDEST SON
+TO HAE ME MAIDEN HAME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.55
=1 ?+MY FATHER WANTS NOT GOWD NOR GEAR, +HE WILL GET ME A MAN;
+AND HAPPY, HAPPY WILL HE BE
+TO HEAR O HIS DAUGHTER +ANN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 62+J.56
=1 ?+I HAE MY SHEEN UPON MY FEET,
+MY GLOVES UPON MY HAND,
+AND YE*LL COME TO YOUR BED, +ANNIE,
+FOR +I*VE DANE YOU NAE WRANG.?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.1
=/ +CHILD 63 +A
=/ +CHILD +WATERS
=/ +PERCY +M+S., P. 274; +HALES AND +FURNIVALL, +I+I, 269.
=1 ^CHILDE +WATTERS IN HIS STABLE STOODE, +AND STROAKET HIS MILKE-WHITE STEEDE;
+TO HIM CAME A FFAIRE YOUNG LADYE
+AS ERE DID WEARE WOMANS WEE<DE].
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.2
=1 +SAIES, +CHRIST YOU SAUE, GOOD +CHYLD +WATERS' +SAYES, +CHRIST YOU SAUE AND SEE'
+MY GIRDLE OF GOLD, WHICH WAS TOO LONGE, +IS NOW TO SHORT FFOR MEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.3
=1 ?+AND ALL IS WiTH ONE CHYLD OF YOURS, +I FFEELE STURRE ATT MY SIDE;
+MY GOWNE OF GREENE, IT IS TO STRAYGHT; +BEFORE IT WAS TO WIDE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.4
=1 ?+IF THE CHILD BE MINE, +FAIRE +ELLEN,? HE SAYD, ?+BE MINE, AS YOU TELL MEE,
+TAKE YOU +CHESHIRE AND +LANCASHIRE BOTH, +TAKE THEM YOuR OWNE TO BEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.5
=1 ?+IF THE CHILD BE MINE, +FFAIRE +ELLEN,? HE SAID, ?+BE MINE, AS YOU DOE SWEARE,
+TAKE YOU +CHESHIRE AND +LANCASHIRE BOTH, +AND MAKE thaT CHILD YOuR HEYRE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.6
=1 +SHEE SAIES, +I HAD RATHER HAUE ONE KISSE, +CHILD +WATERS, OF THY MOUTH,
+THEN +I WOLD HAUE +CHESHIRE AND +LANCASHIRE BOTH, !ThaT LYES BY NORTH AND SOUTH.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.7
=1 ?+AND +I HAD RATHER HAUE A TWINKLING, +CHILD +WATERS, OF YOuR EYE,
+THEN +I WOLD HAUE +CHESHIRE AND +LANCASHIRE BOTH, +TO TAKE THEM MINE OUNE TO BEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.8
=1 ?+TO-MORROW, +ELLEN, +I MUST FORTH RYDE +SOE FFARR INTO THE NORTH COUNTRYE;
+THE FFAIREST LADY thaT +I CAN FFIND,
+ELLEN, MUST GOE WiTH MEE.?
?+AND EUER +I PRAY YOU, +CHILD +WATTERS, +YOuR FFOOTPAGE LET ME BEE'?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.9
=1 ?+IF YOU WILL MY FFOOTPAGE BE, +ELLEN, +AS YOU DOE TELL ITT MEE,
+THEN YOU MUST CUTT YOUR GOWNNE OF GREENE +AN INCHE ABOUE YOuR KNEE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.10
=1 ?+SOE MUST YOU DOE YOuR YELLOW LOCKES, +ANOTHER INCH ABOUE YOuR EYE;
+YOU MUST TELL NOE MAN WHAT IS MY NAME; +MY FFOOTPAGE THEN YOU SHALL BEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.11
=1 +ALL THIS LONG DAY +CHILD +WATERS RODE, +SHEE RAN BARE FFOOTE BY HIS SIDE;
+YETT WAS HE NEUer SOE CURTEOUS A KnighT +TO SAY, +ELLEN, WILL YOU RYDE$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.12
=1 +BUT ALL THIS DAY +CHILD +WATERS RODE, +SHEE RAN BARFFOOTE THOROW THE BROOME;
+YETT HE WAS NEUer SOE CURTEOUS A KnighT +AS TO SAY, +PUT ON YOuR SHOONE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.13
=1 ?+RIDE SOFTLYE,? SHEE SAID, ?+CHILD +WATTERS; +WHY DOE YOU RYDE SOE FFAST$
+THE CHILD WhiCH IS NO MANS BUT YOURS
+MY BODYE ITT WILL BURST.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.14
=1 +HE SAYES, +SEES THOU YONDER WATER, +ELLEN, !ThaT FFLOWES FROM BANKE TO BRIM$
?+I TRUST TO GOD, +CHILD +WATERS,? SHEE SAID, ?+YOU WILL NEUER SEE MEE SWIME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.15
=1 +BUT WHEN SHEE CAME TO THE WATERS SIDE, +SHEE SAYLED TO THE CHINNE:
?+EXCEPT THE LOrd OF HEAUEN BE MY SPEED, +NOW MUST +I LEARNE TO SWIME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.16
=1 +THE SALT WATERS BARE VP +ELLENS CLOTHES, +OUR +LADYE BARE VPP HE<R] CHINNE,
+AND +CHILD +WATERS WAS A WOE MAN, GOOD +LOrd, +TO SSEE +FAIRE +ELLEN SWIME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.17
=1 +AND WHEN SHEE OUER THE WATER WAS,
+SHEE THEN CAME TO HIS KNEE:
+HE SAID, +COME HITHER, +FFAIRE +ELLEN, +LOE YONDER WHAT +I SEE'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.18
=1 ?+SEEST THOU NOT YONDER HALL, +ELLEN$ +OF REDD GOLD SHINE THE YATES;
+THERE*S FOUR AND TWENTY FFAYRE LADYES, +THE FFAIREST IS MY WORDLYE MAKE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.19
=1 ?+SEEST THOU NOT YONDER HALL, +ELLEN$ +OF REDD GOLD SHINETH THE TOWER;
+THERE IS FOUR AND TWENTY FFAIRE LADYES, +THE FAIREST IS MY PARAMOURE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.20
=1 ?+I DOE SEE THE HALL NOW, +CHILD +WATERS, !ThaT OF REDD GOLD SHINETH THE YATES;
+GOD GIUE GOOD THEN OF YOuR SELFE,
+AND OF YOuR WORDLYE MAKE'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.21
=1 ?+I DOE SEE THE HALL NOW, +CHILD +WATERS, !ThaT OF REDD GOLD SHINETH THE YATES;
+GOD GIUE GOOD THEN OF YOuR SELFE,
+AND OF YOuR PARAMOURE'?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.22
=1 +THERE WERE FOUR AND TWENTY LADYES,
+WERE PLAYING ATT THE BALL,
+AND +ELLEN, WAS THE FFAIREST LADYE,
+MUST BRING HIS STEED TO THE STALL.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.23
=1 +THERE WERE FOUR AND TWENTY FAIRE LADYES +WAS PLAYING ATT THE CHESSE;
+AND +ELLEN, SHEE WAS THE FFAIREST LADYE, +MUST BRING HIS HORSSE TO GRASSE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.24
=1 +AND THEN BESPAKE +CHILD +WATERS SISTER, +AND THESE WERE THE WORDS SAID SHEE:
+YOU HAUE THE PRETTYEST FFOOTPAGE, BROTHER, !ThaT EUER +I SAW WiTH MINE EYE;
+THAT EUER +I SAW WITH MINE EYE;
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.25
=1 ?+BUT thaT HIS BELLY IT IS SOE BIGG, +HIS GIRDLE GOES WONDEROUS HYE;
+AND EUer +I PRAY YOU, +CHILD +WATERS,
+LET HIM GOE INTO THE CHAMBER WiTH MEE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.26
=1 ?+IT IS MORE MEETE FOR A LITTLE FFOOTPAGE, !ThaT HAS RUN THROUGH MOSSE AND MIRE,
+TO TAKE HIS SUPPER VPON HIS KNEE
+AND SITT DOWNE BY THE KITCHIN FYER,
+THEN TO GOE INTO THE CHAMBER WITH ANY LADYE +THAT WEARES SOE [RICH] ATTYRE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.27
=1 +BUT WHEN TH?E HAD SUPPED EUERY ONE, +TO BEDD THEY TOOK THE WAY;
+HE SAYD, +COME HITHER, MY LITTLE FOOTPAGE, +HARKEN WHAT +I DOE SAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.28
=1 +AND GOE THEE DOWNE INTO YONDER TOWNE, +AND LOW INTO THE STREET;
+THE FFAIREST LADYE thaT THOU CAN FIND, +HYER HER IN MINE ARMES TO SLEEPE,
+AND TAKE HER VP IN THINE ARMES TWO,
+FOR FILINGE OF HER FFEETE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.29
=1 +ELLEN IS GONE INTO THE TOWNE,
+AND LOW INTO THE STREETE;
+THE FAIREST LADYE thaT SHEE COLD FIND
+SHEE HYRED IN HIS ARMES TO SLEEPE,
+AND TOOKE HER IN HER ARMES TWO,
+FOR FILING OF HER FFEETE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.30
=1 ?+I PRAY YOU NOW, GOOD +CHILD +WATERS, !ThaT +I MAY CREEPE IN ATT YOuR BEDDS FEETE; +FOR THERE IS NOE PLACE ABOUT THIS HOUSE +WHERE +I MAY SAY A SLEEPE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.31
=1 +THIS [NIGHT] AND ITT DROUE ON AFFTERWARD +TILL ITT WAS NEERE THE DAY:
+HE SAYD, +RISE VP, MY LITLE FFOOTE-PAGE, +AND GIUE MY STEED CORNE AND HAY;
+AND SOE DOE THOU THE GOOD BLACKE OATES, !ThaT HE MAY CARRY ME THE BETTER AWAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.32
=1 +AND VP THEN ROSE +FFAIRE +ELLEN,
+AND GAUE HIS STEED CORNE AND HAY,
+AND SOE SHEE DID AND THE GOOD BLACKE OATES, !ThaT HE MIGHT CARRY HIM THE BETTER AWAY.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.33
=1 +SHEE LAYNED HER BACKE TO THE MANGER SIDE, +AND GREIUOUSLYE DID GROANE;
+AND thaT BEHEARD HIS MOTHER DEERE,
+AND HEARD HER MAKE HER MOANE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.34
=1 +SHEE SAID, +RISE VP, THOU +CHILD +WATERS, +I THINKE THOU ART A CURSED MAN;
+FOR YONDER IS A GHOST IN THY STABLE,
!ThaT GREIUOUSLYE DOTH GROANE,
+OR ELSE SOME WOMAN LABOURES OF CHILD,
+SHEE IS SOE WOE BEGONE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.35
=1 +BUT VP THEN ROSE +CHILD +WATERS,
+AND DID ON HIS SHIRT OF SILKE;
+THEN HE PUT ON HIS OTHER CLOTHES
+ON HIS BODY AS WHITE AS MILKE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.36
=1 +AND WHEN HE CAME TO THE STABLE-DORE, +FULL STILL thaT HEE DID STAND,
!ThaT HEE MIGHT HEARE NOW +FAIRE +ELLEN, +THAT HEE MIGHT HEARE NOW +FAIRE +ELLEN, +HOW SHEE MADE HER MONAND.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.37
=1 +SHEE SAID, +LULLABYE, MY OWNE DEERE CHILD' +LULLABYE, DEERE CHILD, DEERE'
+I WOLD THY FATHER WERE A KING,
+THY MOTHER LAYD ON A BEERE'
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+A.38
=1 ?+PEACE NOW,? HE SAID, ?GOOD +FAIRE +ELLEN, +AND BE OF GOOD CHEERE, +I THEE PRAY,
+AND THE BRIDALL AND THE CHURCHING BOTH, +THEY SHALL BEE VPON ONE DAY.?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.1
=/ +CHILD 63 +B
=/ +CHILD +WATERS
=/ A. +JAMIESON*S +BROWN +M+S., FOL. 22, TAKEN DOWN FROM +MRS +BROWN*S =/ RECITATION BEFORE 1783.  B. +A. +FRASER +TYTLER*S +BROWN +M+S., +NO 9, =/ AS RECITED BY +MRS +BROWN IN 1800.
=1 ?+I ^WARN YE ALL, YE GAY LADIES,
+THAT WEAR SCARLET AN BROWN,
+THAT YE DINNA LEAVE YOUR FATHER*S HOUSE, +TO FOLLOW YOUNG MEN FRAE TOWN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.2
=1 ?+O HERE AM +I, A LADY GAY,
+THAT WEARS SCARLET AN BROWN,
+YET +I WILL LEAVE MY FATHER*S HOUSE,
+AN FOLLOW +LORD +JOHN FRAE THE TOWN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.3
=1 +LORD +JOHN STOOD IN HIS STABLE-DOOR, +SAID HE WAS BOUND TO RIDE;
+BURD +ELLEN STOOD IN HER BOWR-DOOR,
+SAID SHE*D RIN BY HIS SIDE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.4
=1 +HE*S PITTEN ON HIS CORK-HEELD SHOONE, +AN FAST AWA RADE HE;
+SHE*S CLADE HERSEL IN PAGE ARRAY,
+AN AFTER HIM RAN SHE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.5
=1 +TILL THEY CAME TILL A WAN WATER,
+AN FOLKS DO CA IT CLYDE;
+THEN HE*S LOOKIT OER HIS LEFT SHOULDER, +SAYS, +LADY, CAN YE WIDE$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.6
=1 ?+O +I LEARNT IT I MY FATHER HOUSE,
+AN +I LEARNT IT FOR MY WEAL,
+WENNEER +I CAME TO A WAN WATER,
+TO SWIM LIKE ONY EEL.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.7
=1 +BUT THE FIRSTIN STAP THE LADY STAPPIT, +THE WATER CAME TIL HER KNEE;
?+OHON, ALAS'? SAID THE LADY,
?+THIS WATER*S OER DEEP FOR ME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.8
=1 +THE NEXTIN STAP THE LADY STAPPIT,
+THE WATER CAME TILL HER MIDDLE;
+AN SIGHIN SAYS THAT GAY LADY,
+I*VE WAT MY GOUDEN GIRDLE
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.9
=1 +THE NEXTIN STAP THE LADY STAPPIT,
+THE WATER CAME TILL HER PAP;
+AN THE BAIRN THAT WAS IN HER TWA SIDES +FOR CAUL BEGANE TO QUAKE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.10
=1 ?+LYE STILL, LYE STILL, MY AIN DEAR BABE, +YE WORK YOUR MITHER WAE;
+YOUR FATHER RIDES ON HIGH HORSE-BACK,
+CARES LITTLE FOR US TWAE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.11
=1 +O ABOUT THE MIDST O +CLYDEN WATER
+THERE WAS A YEARD-FAST STANE;
+HE LIGHTLY TURND HIS HORSE ABOUT,
+AN TOOKE HER ON HIM BEHIN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.12
=1 ?+O TELL ME THIS NOW, GOOD +LORD +JOHN, +AN A WORD YE DINNA LEE,
+HOW FAR IT IS TO YOUR LODGIN,
+WHARE WE THIS NIGHT MAUN BE$?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.13
=1 ?+O SEE YOU NAE YON CASTLE, +ELLEN,
+THAT SHINES SAE FAIR TO SEE$
+THERE IS A LADY IN IT, +ELLEN,
+WILL SUNDER YOU AN ME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.14
=1 ?+THERE IS A LADY IN THAT CASTLE
+WILL SUNDER YOU AND +I:?
?+BETIDE ME WELL, BETIDE ME WAE,
+I SAL GO THERE AN TRY.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.15
=1 ?+O MY DOGS SAL EAT THE GOOD WHITE BREAD, +AN YE SAL EAT THE BRAN;
+THEN WILL YE SIGH, AN SAY, ALAS'
+THAT EVER +I WAS A MAN'?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.16
=1 ?+O +I SAL EAT THE GOOD WHITE BREAD, +AN YOUR DOGS SAL EAT THE BRAN;
+AN +I HOPE TO LIVE AN BLESS THE DAY,
+THAT EVER YE WAS A MAN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.17
=1 ?+O MY HORSE SAL EAT THE GOOD WHITE MEAL, +AN YE SAL EAT THE CORN;
+THEN WILL YE CURSE THE HEAVY HOUR
+THAT EVER YOUR LOVE WAS BORN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.18
=1 ?+O +I SAL EAT THE GOOD WHITE MEAL,
+AN YOUR HORSE SAL EAT THE CORN;
+AN +I AY SALL BLESS THE HAPPY HOUR
+THAT EVER MY LOVE WAS BORN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.19
=1 +O FOUR AN TWENTY GAY LADIES
+WELCOMD +LORD +JOHN TO THE HA,
+BUT A FAIRER LADY THAN THEM A*
+LED HIS HORSE TO THE STABLE STA.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.20
=1 +AN FOUR AN TWENTY GAY LADIES
+WELCOMD +LORD +JOHN TO THE GREEN,
+BUT A FAIRER LADY THAN THEM A*
+AT THE MANGER STOOD ALANE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.21
=1 +WHAN BELLS WERE RUNG, AN MASS WAS SUNG, +AR A* MEN BOUN TO MEAT,
+BURD +ELLEN AT A BYE-TABLE
+AMO THE FOOT-MEN WAS SET.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.22
=1 ?+O EAT AN DRINK, MY BONNY BOY,
+THE WHITE BREAD AN THE BEER:?
?+THE NEVER A BIT CAN +I EAT OR DRINK,
+MY HEART*S SAE FULL OF FEAR.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.23
=1 ?+O EAT AN DRINK, MY BONNY BOY,
+THE WHITE BREAD AN THE WINE:?
?+O +I CANNA EAT NOR DRINK, MASTER,
+MY HEART*S SAE FULL OF PINE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.24
=1 +BUT OUT IT SPAKE +LORD +JOHN*S MOTHER, +AN A WISE WOMAN WAS SHE:
?+WHARE MET YE WI THAT BONNY BOY,
+THAT LOOKS SAE SAD ON THEE$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.25
=1 ?+SOMETIMES HIS CHEEK IS ROSY RED,
+AN SOMETIMES DEADLY WAN;
+HE*S LIKER A WOMAN BIG WI BAIRN,
+THAN A YOUNG LORD*S SERVING MAN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.26
=1 ?+O IT MAKES ME LAUGH, MY MOTHER DEAR, +SIC WORDS TO HEAR FRAE THEE;
+HE IS A SQUIRE*S AE DEAREST SON,
+THAT FOR LOVE HAS FOLLOWD ME.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.27
=1 ?+RISE UP, RISE UP, MY BONNY BOY,
+GI MY HORSE CORN AN HAY:?
?+O THAT +I WILL, MY MASTER DEAR,
+AS QUICKLY AS +I MAY.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.28
=1 +SHE*S TAEN THE HAY UNDER HER ARM,
+THE CORN INTILL HER HAN,
+AN SHE*S GANE TO THE GREAT STABLE,
+AS FAST AS EER SHE CAN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.29
=1 ?+O ROOM YE ROUN, MY BONNY BROUN STEEDS, +O ROOM YE NEAR THE WA;
+FOR THE PAIN THAT STRIKES ME THRO MY SIDES +FULL SOON WILL GAR ME FA.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.30
=1 +SHE*S LEAND HER BACK AGAINST THE WA; +STRONG TRAVAIL SEIZD HER ON;
+AN EVEN AMO THE GREAT HORSE FEET
+BURD +ELLEN BROUGHT FORTH HER SON.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.31
=1 +LORD +JOHN*<S] MITHER INTILL HER BOWR +WAS SITTING ALL ALONE,
+WHAN, I THE SILENCE O THE NIGHT,
+SHE HEARD FAIR +ELLEN*S MOAN.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.32
=1 ?+WON UP, WON UP, MY SON,? SHE SAYS, ?+GO SE HOW A* DOES FARE;
+FOR +I THINK +I HEAR A WOMAN*S GROANS, +AN A BAIRN GREETING SAIR.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.33
=1 +O HASTILY HE GAT HIM UP,
+STAYD NEITHER FOR HOSE NOR SHOONE,
+AN HE*S DOEN HIM TO THE STABLE-DOOR,
+WI THE CLEAR LIGHT O THE MOON.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.34
=1 +HE STRACK THE DOOR HARD WI HIS FOOT, +AN SAE HAS HE WI HIS KNEE,
+AN IRON LOCKS AN IRON BARS
+INTO THE FLOOR FLUNG HE:
?+BE NOT AFRAID, +BURD +ELLEN,? HE SAYS, ?+THER*S NANE COME IN BUT ME.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.35
=1 +UP HE HAS TAEN HIS BONNY YOUNG SON, +AN GARD WASH HIM WI THE MILK;
+AN UP HAS HE TAEN HIS FAIR LADY,
+GARD ROW HER IN THE SILK.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+B.36
=1 ?+CHEER UP YOUR HEART, +BURD +ELLEN,? HE SAYS, ?+LOOK NAE MAIR SAD NOR WAE;
+FOR YOUR MARRIAGE AN YOUR KIRKIN TOO
+SAL BAITH BE IN AE DAY.?
==^BALLADS +CHILD 63+C.1
=/ +CHILD 63 +C
=/ +CHILD +WATERS
=/ +KINLOCH*S ANNOTATED COPY OF HIS +ANCIENT +SCOTTISH +BALLADS, =/ +KINLOCH +M+S+S, +I+V, 180.
=1 ?^THE CORN IS TURNING RIPE, +LORD +JOHN, +THE NUTS ARE GROWING FU,
+AND YE ARE BOUND FOR YOUR AIN COUNTRIE, +FAIN WAD +I GO WI YOU.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+C.2
=1 ?+WI ME, +MARGRET, WI ME, +MARGRET,
+WHAT WAD YE DO WI ME$
+I*VE MAIR NEED O A PRETTY LITTLE BOY,
+TO WAIT UPON MY STEED.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+C.3
=1 ?+IT*S +I WILL BE YOUR PRETTY LITTLE BOY, +TO WAIT UPON YOUR STEED;
+AND ILKA TOWN THAT WE COME TO,
+A PACK OF HOUNDS +I*LL LEAD.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+C.4
=1 ?+MY HOUNDS WILL EAT O THE BREAD O WHEAT, +AND YE OF THE BREAD OF BRAN;
+AND THEN YOU WILL SIT AND SIGH,
+THAT EER YE LOED A MAN.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+C.5
=1 +THE FIRST WATER THAT THEY CAM TO,
+I THINK THEY CALL IT +CLYDE,
+HE SAFTLY UNTO HER DID SAY,
+LADY +MARGRET, WILL YE RIDE$
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+C.6
=1 +THE FIRST STEP THAT SHE STEPPIT IN, +SHE STEPPIT TO THE KNEE;
+SAYS, +WAE BE TO YE, WAEFU WATER,
+FOR THROUGH YE +I MAUN BE.
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+C.7
=1 +THE SECOND STEP THAT SHE STEPPIT IN, +SHE STEPPIT TO THE MIDDLE,
+AND SIGHD, AND SAID, +LADY +MARGRET,
?+I*VE STAIND MY GOWDEN GIRDLE.?
=*^BALLADS +CHILD 63+C.8
=1 +THE THIRD STEP THAT SHE STEPPIT IN,

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She steppit to the neck;
The pretty babe within her sides,
The cauld it garrd it squake.
\SBALLADS Child 63C.9
\N1 `Lie still my babe, lie still my babe,
Lie still as lang\'s ye may,
For your father rides on horseback high,
Cares little for us twae.'
\SBALLADS Child 63C.10
\N1 It\'s whan she cam to the other side,
She sat doun on a stane;
Says, Them that made me, help me now,
For I am far frae hame.
\SBALLADS Child 63C.11
\N1 `How far is it frae your mither\'s bouer,
Gude Lord John tell to me?'
`It\'s therty miles, Lady Margaret,
It\'s therty miles and three:
And yese be wed to ane o her serving men,
For yese get na mair o me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63C.12
\N1 Then up bespak the wylie parrot,
As it sat on the tree,
`Ye lee, ye lee, Lord John,' it said,
`Sae loud as I hear ye lee.
\SBALLADS Child 63C.13
\N1 `Ye say it\'s therty miles frae your mither\'s bouer,
Whan it\'s but barely three;
And she\'ll neer be wed to a serving man,
For she\'ll be your ain ladie.'
\SBALLADS Child 63C.14
\N1 [`O dinna ye see yon bonnie castle,
Lies on yon sunny lea?
And yese get ane o my mither\'s men,
For yese get na mair o me.']
\SBALLADS Child 63C.15
\N1 [`We\'ll see I yon bonnie castle,
Lies on yon sunny lea,
But Ise neer hae nane o your mither\'s men,
Tho I never gat mair o thee.']
\SBALLADS Child 63C.16
\N1 [Whan he cam to the porter\'s yett
He tirled at the pin,
And wha sae ready as the bauld porter
To open and lat him in.]
\SBALLADS Child 63C.17
\N1 Monie a lord and fair ladie
Met Lord John in the closs,
But the bonniest face amang them a\'
Was hauding Lord John\'s horse.
\SBALLADS Child 63C.18
\N1 [Monie a lord and lady bricht
Met Lord John on the green,
But the bonniest boy amang them a\'
Was standing by, him leen.]
\SBALLADS Child 63C.19
\N1 Monie a lord and gay ladie
Sat dining in the ha,
But the bonniest face that was there
Was waiting on them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 63C.20
\N1 O up bespak Lord John\'s sister,
A sweet young maid was she:
`My brither has brought a bonnie young page,
His like I neer did see;
But the red f+lits fast frae his cheek,
And the tear stands in his ee.'
\SBALLADS Child 63C.21
\N1 But up bespak Lord John\'s mither,
She spak wi meikle scorn:
`He\'s liker a woman gret wi bairn,
Than onie waiting-man.'
\SBALLADS Child 63C.22
\N1 `It\'s ye\'ll rise up, my bonnie boy,
And gie my steed the hay:'
`O that I will, my dear master,
As fast as I can gae.'
\SBALLADS Child 63C.23
\N1 She took the hay aneath her arm,
The corn intil her hand,
But atween the stable-door and the staw,
Lady Margret made a stand.
\SBALLADS Child 63C.24
\N1 [Whan bells were rung, and mass was sung,
And a\' men boun for bed,
Lord John, mither, and sister gay
In ae bour they were laid.]
\SBALLADS Child 63C.25
\N1 [Lord John had na weel gat aff his claise,
Nor was he weel laid doun,
Till his mither heard a bairn greet,
And a woman\'s heavy moan.]
\SBALLADS Child 63C.26
\N1 [`Win up, win up, Lord John,' she said,
`Seek neither hose nor shoon;
For I\'ve heard a bairn loud greet,
And a woman\'s heavy moan.']
\SBALLADS Child 63C.27
\N1 [Lord John raise, put on his claise,
Sought neither hose nor shoon,
Atween the ha and the stable-door
He made na a step but ane.]
\SBALLADS Child 63C.28
\N1 `O open the door, Lady Margaret,
O open and let me in;
I want to see if my steed be fed,
Or my grey-hounds f+it to rin.'
\SBALLADS Child 63C.29
\N1 `I\'ll na open the door, Lord John,' she said,
`I\'ll na open it to thee,
Till ye grant to me my ae request,
And a puir ane it\'s to me.
\SBALLADS Child 63C.30
\N1 `Ye\'ll gie to me a bed in an outhouse,
For my young son and me,
And the meanest servant in a\' the place,
To wait on him and me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63C.31
\N1 [He\'s tane the door wi his f+it,
And he keppd it wi his knee,
He made the door o double deals
In splinders soon to f+lee.]
\SBALLADS Child 63C.32
\N1 [`An askin, an askin, grant me, Lord John,
An askin ye\'ll grant me;
The meanest maid about the place
To bring a glass o water to me.']
\SBALLADS Child 63C.33
\N1 `I grant, I grant, Lady Margret,' he said,
`A\' that, and mair frae me,
The very best bed in a\' the place
To your young son and thee,
And my mither, and my sister dear,
To wait on him and thee.
\SBALLADS Child 63C.34
\N1 `And a\' thae lands, and a\' thae rents,
They shall be his and thine;
Our wedding and our kirking day,
They sall be all in ane.'
\SBALLADS Child 63C.35
\N1 And he has tane Lady Margaret,
And rowd her in the silk,
And he has tane his ain young son,
And washd him in the milk.
\LBALLADS Child 63D.24
* * * * *
\N1 Lord John rose, put on his clothes,
Sought neither stockens nor shoon,
An between the ha and the stable
He made not a step but one.
\SBALLADS Child 63D.25
\N1 `O open, open, to me, Burd Ellen,
O open an let me in:'
`O yes, O yes, will I, Lord John,
But not till I can win;
O yes, will I, Lord John,' she says,
`But I\'m lyin wi your young son.'
\SBALLADS Child 63D.26
\N1 He\'s taen the door wi his foot,
An he kepped it wi his knee;
He made the door of double deals
In splinders soon to f+lee.
\SBALLADS Child 63D.27
\N1 `An askin ye\'ll grant me, Lord John,
An askin ye\'ll grant me;
May the meanest maid about the place
Bring a glass o water to me?'
\SBALLADS Child 63D.28
\N1 `O hold your tongue, Burd Ellen,' he said,
`Lat a\' your askins be;
For the best maid about the house
Shall bring a glass o wine to thee.
\SBALLADS Child 63D.29
\N1 `An the best bed about it a\',
For my young son an thee;
My mother and my ae sister
Sal bear you company.
\SBALLADS Child 63D.30
\N1 `Your marriage an your kirkin day
They sal be both in ane,
An a\' these ha\'s an bowers, Burd Ellen,
They sal be yours an mine.'
\LBALLADS Child 63E.1
\N1 `I BEG you bide at hame, Margaret,
An sew your silken seam;
If ye waur in the wide Hielands,
Ye wald be owre far frae hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 63E.2
\N1 `I winna bide a hame,' she said,
`Nor sew my silken seam;
For if I waur in the wide Hielands,
I wald no be owre far frae hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 63E.3
\N1 `My steed sall drink the blude-red wine,
An you the water wan;
I\'ll mak you sigh, an say, alace,
That ever I loed a man!'
\SBALLADS Child 63E.4
\N1 `Though your steed does drink the blude-red wine,
An me the water wan,
Yet will I sing, an merry be,
That ever I loed a man.'
\SBALLADS Child 63E.5
\N1 `My hounds shall eat the bread o wheat,
An you the bread o bran;
I\'ll mak you sigh, an say, alace,
That ever you loed Lord John!'
\SBALLADS Child 63E.6
\N1 `Though your hounds do eat the bread o wheat,
An me the bread o bran,
Yet will I sing, an merrie be,
That ever I loed Lord John.'
\SBALLADS Child 63E.7
\N1 He turned aboot his high horse head,
An awa he was boun to ride;
She kilted up her green clieden,
An after him she gaed.
\SBALLADS Child 63E.8
\N1 Whan they cam to that water
Whilk a\' man ca the Clyde,
He turned aboot his high horse head,
Said, Ladie, will you ride?
\SBALLADS Child 63E.9
\N1 `I learnt it in my mother\'s bour,
I wish I had learnt it weel,
That I could swim this wan water
As weel as f+ish or eel.'
\SBALLADS Child 63E.10
\N1 Whan at the middle o that water,
She sat doon on a stone;
He turned aboot his high horse head,
Says, Ladie, will ye loup on?
\SBALLADS Child 63E.11
\N1 `I learnt in my mother\'s bour,
I wish I had learnt it better,
That I culd swim this wan water
As weel as eel or otter.'
\SBALLADS Child 63E.12
\N1 He has taen the narrow ford,
An she has taen the wide;
Lang, lang ere he was at the middle,
She was sittin at the ither side.
\SBALLADS Child 63E.13
\N1 . . . . .
. . . . .
Wi sighen said that Fair Margaret,
Alace, I\'m far frae hame!
\SBALLADS Child 63E.14
\N1 `Hoo mony miles is\'t to your castle?
Noo Lord John, tell to me;'
`Hoo mony miles is\'t to my castle?
It\'s thirty miles an three:'
Wi sighen said that Fair Margaret,
It\'ll never be gane by me!
\SBALLADS Child 63E.15
\N1 But up it spak the wily bird,
As it sat on the tree,
`Rin on, rin on noo, Fair Margaret,
It scarcely miles is three.'
\SBALLADS Child 63E.16
\N1 Whan they cam to the wide Hielands,
An lichted on the green,
Every an spak Erse to anither,
But Margaret she spak nane.
\SBALLADS Child 63E.17
\N1 Whan they waur at table set,
An birlin at the best,
Margaret set at a bye-table,
An fain she wald hain rest.
\SBALLADS Child 63E.18
\N1 `Oh mither, mither, mak my bed
Wi clean blankets an sheets,
An lay my futeboy at my feet,
The sounder I may sleep.'
\SBALLADS Child 63E.19
\N1 She has made Lord John his bed,
Wi clean blankets an sheets,
An laid his futeboy at his feet,
But neer a wink culd he sleep.
\SBALLADS Child 63E.20
\N1 `Win up, win up noo, Fair Margaret,
An see that my steed has meat;
See that his corn is in his travisse,
Nor lyin amang his feet.'
\SBALLADS Child 63E.21
\N1 Slowly, slowly rase she up,
An slowly put she on,
An slowly gaed she doon the stair,
Aye makin a heavy moan.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 63E.22
\N1 `An asken, an asken, gude Lord John,
I pray you grant it me;
For the warst bed in a\' your hoose,
To your young son an me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63E.23
\N1 `Your asken is but sma, Margaret,
Sune grantet it shall be;
For the best bed in a\' my hoose
Is owre little for thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 63E.24
\N1 `An asken, an asken, gude Lord John,
I pray you grant it me;
For the warst ale in a\' your hoose,
That ye wald gie to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63E.25
\N1 `Your asken is but sma, Margaret,
Sune grantet it sall be;
For the best wine in a\' my hoose
Is owre little for thee.
\SBALLADS Child 63E.26
\N1 `But cheer up your heart noo, Fair Margaret,
For, be it as it may,
Your kirken an your fair weddin
Sall baith be on one day.'
\LBALLADS Child 63F.1
\N1 LORD THOMAS stands in his stable-door,
Seeing his steeds kaimd down;
Lady Ellen sits at her bower-door,
Sewing her silver seam.
\SBALLADS Child 63F.2
\N1 `O will ye stay at hame, Ellen,
And sew your silver seam?
Or will ye to the rank highlands?
For my lands lay far frae hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 63F.3
\N1 `I winna stay at hame, Lord Thomas,
And sew my silver seam;
But I\'ll gae to the rank highlands,
Tho your lands lay far frae hame.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 63F.4
\N1 `An asking, an asking, Lord Thomas,
I pray thee grant it me;
How many miles into your fair tower,
And house where you would be?'
\SBALLADS Child 63F.5
\N1 `Your asking fair, lady Ellen,' he says,
`Shall now be granted thee;
For to my castle where it stands
Is thirty miles and three:'
`O wae is me,' says Lady Ellen,
`It will never be run by me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63F.6
\N1 But up and spak the wily pyot,
That sat upon the tree:
`Sae loud, sae loud, ye fause, fause knight,
Sae loud as I hear you lie!
\SBALLADS Child 63F.7
\N1 `For to your dwelling-house,' it says,
`Of miles it\'s scantly three:'
`O weel is me,' says Lady Ellen;
`It shall be run by me.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 63F.8
\N1 `O mither, mither, mak my bed,
And mak it braid and wide,
And lay my little page at my feet,
Whatever may betide.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 63F.9
\N1 `An asking, an asking, Lord Thomas,
I pray thee grant it me;
O grant me a cup of cold water,
Between my young son and me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63F.10
\N1 `What you do ask, Lady Ellen,
Shall soon be granted thee;
The best bread and the best wine,
Between my young son and thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 63F.11
\N1 `I ask again , my good Lord Thomas,
I ask again of thee;
The poorest cot-house in your land,
Between my young son and me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63F.12
\N1 `Your asking now, dear Lady Ellen,
I quickly grant to thee;
The best bower about my tower,
Between my young son and thee.'
\LBALLADS Child 63G.1
\N1 THE knight he stands in stable-door,
Says he, I will go ride;
The lady\'s kilted her gay cloathing,
And ran low by his side.
\SBALLADS Child 63G.2
\N1 He has ridden, and she has run,
Till they came to yon water wan;
He has ridden, and she has run,
Like to his waiting man.
\SBALLADS Child 63G.3
\N1 He has ridden, and she has run,
Till they came on to Clyde;
The knight he rode on high horseback,
But the lady she bot wide.
\SBALLADS Child 63G.4
\N1 The f+irst step that the lady stepped,
She stept into the knee;
The bairn that was between her sides
There he gied spartles three.
\SBALLADS Child 63G.5
\N1 `Lie still, lie still, my bonny boy,
Ye work your mother woe;
Your father rides on high horseback,
Cares little for us two.'
\SBALLADS Child 63G.6
\N1 The nextand step that lady stepped,
She stept into the pap;
The bairn that was between her sides
There spartled and he lap.
\SBALLADS Child 63G.7
\N1 `Ly still, ly still, my bonny boy,
You work your mother\'s woe;
Your father rides on high horseback,
Cares little for us two.'
\SBALLADS Child 63G.8
\N1 In the middle of that water
There stands a yird-fast stone;
He turnd his horse head back again,
Said, Lady, loup ye on.
\SBALLADS Child 63G.9
\N1 She hadna ridden a mile, a mile,
O never a mile but ane,
Till she grew sick, and so weary
She couldna ride nor gang.
\SBALLADS Child 63G.10
\N1 `Ride on, ride on, my gay lady,
You see not what I see;
For yonder is my father\'s castle,
A little beyond the lee,
And ye\'ll get ane of my father\'s men,
But, lady, neer lippen on me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63G.11
\N1 There were four and twenty bonny ladies
Led Willie frae bower to ha,
But the bonniest lady among them a\'
Led his steed to the sta.
\SBALLADS Child 63G.12
\N1 When they were at the table set,
And sitting at their dine,
Out it spake his mother dear,
And she spake aye in time.
\SBALLADS Child 63G.13
\N1 `Sometimes your boy\'s red, Willie,
And other times he\'s wan;
He looks like a woman wi bairn,
But no ways like a man.'
\SBALLADS Child 63G.14
\N1 `Win up, win up, my bonny boy,
Go look your master\'s steed;
See that his meat be at his head,
And not among his feet.'
\SBALLADS Child 63G.15
\N1 O healy, healy raise she up,
And healy gaed she down,
And healy opend the stable-door,
And as healy gaed she in,
And even among that big horse feet
She bear her dear young son.
\SBALLADS Child 63G.16
\N1 As Willie\'s mother was walking alone,
Between the bower and ha,
She thought she heard a bairn\'s greet
And lady\'s moan in the sta.
\SBALLADS Child 63G.17
\N1 `Gude make ye safe, my ae son Willie,
Gude keep ye safe frae harm;
Ye might hae chosen a lighter foot-boy
Than a women in travilling.'
\SBALLADS Child 63G.18
\N1 He hit the table wi his foot,
He kept it wi his knee,
Till silver cups and silver spoons
Into the f+loor did f+lee.
\SBALLADS Child 63G.19
\N1 There was f+ifteen steps into that stair,
I wat he made them a\' but three;
He\'s to the stable gane in haste,
And a\' to see his gay lady.
\SBALLADS Child 63G.20
\N1 `I am not come o sic low kin,
Nor yet sic low degree,
That you needed to banish me frae your sight,
That ye left nae woman wi me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63G.21
\N1 `I wish I\'d drunken the wan water
When I did drink the wine,
Or when I left my lady gay,
And her at sic a time.
\SBALLADS Child 63G.22
\N1 `But up ye\'ll take my dear young son,
And wash him wi the milk,
And up ye\'ll take my lady gay
And row her in the silk;
For her kirking and her fair wedding
Shall baith stand in ae day.'
\LBALLADS Child 63H.1
* * * * *
\N1 `TURN back, turn back, O Burd Alone,
For the water\'s both broad and long:'
First she went into the shoulders,
And sine unto the chin.
\SBALLADS Child 63H.2
\N1 `How far is it to your hall, Lord John?
How far is it? I pray of thee:'
`The nearest way unto my hall
Is thirty miles and three.
\SBALLADS Child 63H.3
\N1 `Turn back, turn back, O Burd Alone,
Ye\'ll sink before ye win owre:'
`I am too big with bairn,' she says,
`To sink or I win owre.'
\SBALLADS Child 63H.4
\N1 `Turn back, turn back, O Burd Alone,
Turn back, I pray of thee;
For I\'ve got a wife and seven bairns,
I like far better than thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 63H.5
\N1 And then spak a wild parrot,
Sat high upon the tree:
`Gang on, gang on, O Burd Alone,
[He likes nane better nor thee.]
\SBALLADS Child 63H.6
\N1 `For Lord John has neither wife nor bairns,
He likes better than thee,
And the nearest way to Lord John\'s hall
Is only short miles three.'
\SBALLADS Child 63H.7
\N1 When she was come to Lord John\'s hall,
Lords, knights and ladies braw
Was there to welcome them hame;
But the bravest in the ha,
She waited at Lord John\'s back,
Serving the tables a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 63H.8
\N1 When she was laid into her bed,
Amang the servants a\' ilk ane,
The mother heard a babie greet,
And a lady make a heavy maen.
\SBALLADS Child 63H.9
\N1 `Rise up, rise up, Lord John,' she said,
`Bind on thy hose and shoon;
Thow might hae got some other lady
Then a lady big wi bairn.'
\SBALLADS Child 63H.10
\N1 Lord John awa to the hay-loft,
Where his lady lay;
`O rise, O rise, my love,' he says,
`O rise and let me in;
It\'s I have got no loves without,
But I\'ve got one within.'
\SBALLADS Child 63H.11
\N1 `I ask three favours of you, Lord John,
I ask three favours of thee;
I ask a bottle of your sma, sma beer,
For your old son and me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63H.12
\N1 `O rise, O rise, my love,' he says,
`O rise and let me in;
My wine and gin is at your command,
And that of my old son.'
\SBALLADS Child 63H.13
\N1 `The next favour I ask of you, Lord John,
The next favour I ask of thee,
Is the meanest room in all your house,
For your young son and me.
\SBALLADS Child 63H.14
\N1 `The next favour I ask of you, Lord John,
The next favour I ask of thee,
Is the meanest maid in a\' your house,
To wait on your yong son and me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63H.15
\N1 `O rise, O rise, my love,' he says,
`O rise and let me in;
For thy bridal and thy banquet day
Shall both be held in ane.'
\LBALLADS Child 63I.1
\N1 LORD JOHN stands in his stable-door,
Just on his way to ride;
Lady Ellen stands in her bower-door,
Says, Bide, Lord John, abide!
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 63I.2
\N1 He did ride, and she did run,
A lief-lang simmer\'s day,
Until they came till a wan water,
That a\' man did ca Tay.
\SBALLADS Child 63I.3
\N1 The f+irst step that she steppit in,
She steppit tae the cweet;
An sichan said that gay lady,
I fear this water\'s deep!
\SBALLADS Child 63I.4
\N1 The next step that she steppit in,
She steppit tae the knee;
An sichan said that gay lady,
This water\'s deep for me!
\SBALLADS Child 63I.5
\N1 Lord John hield down his high horse head,
Said, Lady, will ye ride?
`O no! O no! kind sir,' she said,
`I\'ll rather choose tae wide.'
\SBALLADS Child 63I.6
\N1 The next step that she steppit in,
She steppit tae the chin;
An sichan said that gay lady,
I\'ll wide nae farrer in.
\SBALLADS Child 63I.7
\N1 The f+irsten town that they cam till,
She got a leash o huns tae lead,
. . . . .
. . . . .
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 63I.8
\N1 When bells were rung, and mass was sung,
An a\' was ready tae dine,
. . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 63I.9
\N1 When bells were rung, and mass was sung,
An a\' were bound for bed,
. . . . .
. . . . .
\LBALLADS Child 63J.1
\N1 THE knight stands in his stable-door,
Says he, I will gae ride;
A lady stands in her bower-door,
Says, I\'ll ride by your side.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.2
\N1 `Ye shall not follow me, Burd Helen,
Except ye do this deed;
That is, to saddle to me my horse,
And bridle to me my steed,
And every town that ye come to,
A liesh o hounds to lead.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.3
\N1 `I will saddle to you your horse,
Sae will I bridle your steed;
And every town that we come to,
A liesh o hounds I\'ll lead.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.4
\N1 Take warning a\', ye maidens fair,
That wear scarlet and brown;
In virtue leave your lammas beds,
To follow knights frae town.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.5
\N1 `My dogs shall eat the white bread, Helen,
And you the dust and bran;
And you will sigh, and say, alas!
That eer our loves began.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.6
\N1 `Your dogs may eat the gude white bread,
And I the dust and bran;
Yet will I sing, and say, well\'s me,
That eer our loves began.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.7
\N1 `My horse shall drink the gude red wine,
And you the water wan;
And then you\'ll sigh, and say, alas!
That eer our loves began.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.8
\N1 `Your horse may drink the gude red wine,
And I the water wan;
But yet I\'ll sing, and say, well\'s me,
That eer our loves began.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.9
\N1 Then Willie lap on his white steed,
And straight awa did ride;
Burd Helen, drest in men\'s array,
She walked by his side.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.10
\N1 But he was neer sae lack a knight
As ance woud bid her ride,
And she was neer sae mean a may
As ance woud bid him bide.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.11
\N1 Sweet Willie rade, Burd Helen ran,
A livelang summer\'s tide,
Until she came to wan water,
For a\' men ca\'s it Clyde.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.12
\N1 The f+irst an step that she wade in,
She wadit to the knee;
`Ohon, alas!' said that fair maid,
`This water\'s nae for me!'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.13
\N1 The next an step that she wade in,
She wadit to the pap;
The babe within her sides twa,
Cauld water gart it quack.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.14
\N1 `Lie still, lie still, my bonny bairn,
For a\' this winna dee;
Your father rides on high horseback,
Minds neither you nor me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.15
\N1 In the midst of Clyde\'s water,
There stands a yird-fast stone;
There he leant him ower his saddle-bow,
And set that lady on,
And brought her to the other side,
Then set her down again.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.16
\N1 `O see ye not yon goodly towers,
And gowd towers stand sae hie?
There is a lady in yonder bower
Will sinder you and me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.17
\N1 `I wish nae ill to your lady,
She neer wishd nane to me;
But I wish the maid maist o your love
That drees far mair for thee.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.18
\N1 `I wish nae ill to your lady,
She neer comes in my thought;
But I wish the maid maist o your love
That dearest hae you bought.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.19
\N1 Four an twenty gay ladies
Led Willie thro bower and ha;
But the fairest lady amo them a\'
Led his horse to the sta.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.20
\N1 Four an twenty gay ladies
Were a\' at dinner set;
Burd Helen sat at a by-table,
A bit she coudna eat.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.21
\N1 Out it spake her Dow Isbel,
A skilly dame was she:
`O whare got ye this f+ine foot-page
Ye\'ve brought alang wi thee?
\SBALLADS Child 63J.22
\N1 `Sometimes his colour waxes red,
Sometimes it waxes wan;
He is liker a woman big wi bairn
Nor be a waiting man.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.23
\N1 `Win up, win up, my boy,' he says,
`At my bidding to be,
And gang and supper my gude steed,
See he be litterd tee.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.24
\N1 Then she is into stable gane,
Shut tee the door wi a pin,
And even amang Willie\'s horse feet
Brought hame her bonny young son.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.25
\N1 When day was gane, and night was come,
And a\' man bound for bed,
Sweet Willie and Dow Isbel
In ae chamber were laid.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.26
\N1 They hadna been well lien down,
Nor yet well faen asleep,
Till up it wakens Sweet Willie,
And stood at Dow Isbel\'s feet.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.27
\N1 `I dreamd a dreary dream this night,
I wish it may be for guid;
Some rogue hae broke my stable-door,
And stown awa my steed.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.28
\N1 `Win up, win up now, Dow Isbel,
At my bidding to be,
And ye\'ll gae to my stable-door,
See that be true or lie.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.29
\N1 When she gaed to the stable-door,
She heard a grievous groan;
She thought she heard a bairn greet,
But and a woman\'s moan.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.30
\N1 `When I was in my bigly bower,
I wore but what I would;
This night I\'m lighter \'mang Willie\'s horse feet,
I fear I\'ll die for cold.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.31
\N1 `When I was in my bigly bower,
I wore gold to my tae;
This night I\'m lighter mang Willie\'s horse feet,
And fear I\'ll die or day.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.32
\N1 `When I was in my bigly bower,
I wore scarlet and green;
This night I\'m lighter mang Willie\'s horse feet,
And fear I\'ll die my lane.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.33
\N1 Dow Isbel now came tripping hame,
As fast as gang coud she;
`I thought your page was not a man,
Ye brought alang wi thee.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.34
\N1 `As I gaed to your stable, Willie,
I heard a grievous groan;
I thought I heard a bairn greet,
But and a woman\'s moan.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.35
\N1 `She said, when in her bigly bower,
She wore but what she would;
But this night is lighter mang your horse feet,
And fears she\'ll die for cold.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.36
\N1 `She said, when in her bigly bower,
She wore gold to her tae;
But this night is lighter mang your horse feet,
And fears she\'ll die or day.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.37
\N1 `Win up, win up, now Sweet Willie,
At my bidding to be,
And speak some comfort to the maid,
That\'s dreed sae much for thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.38
\N1 He is to the stable door gane,
As fast as gang coud he;
`O open, O open, Burd Helen,' he says,
`Ye\'ll open the door to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.39
\N1 `That was never my mother\'s custom,
And hope it\'s never be mine,
A knight into her companie,
When she drees a\' her pine.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.40
\N1 `O open the door, Burd Helen,' he says,
`O open the door to me;
For as my sword hangs by my gair,
I\'ll gar it gang in three.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.41
\N1 `How can I open, how shall I open,
How can I open to thee,
When lying amang your great steed\'s feet,
Your young son on my knee?'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.42
\N1 He hit the door then wi his foot,
Sae did he wi his knee,
Till doors o deal, and locks o steel,
In splinders gart he f+lee.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.43
\N1 `An asking, asking, Sweet Willie,
An asking ye\'ll grant me;
The warst in bower in a\' your towers,
For thy young son and me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.44
\N1 `Your asking\'s nae sae great, Burd Helen,
But granted it shall be;
The best in bower in a\' my towers,
For my young son and thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.45
\N1 `An asking, asking, sweet Willie,
An asking ye\'ll grant me;
The warst an woman about your bowers,
To wait on him and me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63J.46
\N1 `The best an woman about my bowers,
To wait on him and thee,
And that\'s my sister Dow Isbel,
And a gude woman is she.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.47
\N1 `Ye will take up my little young son,
And wash him wi the milk;
And ye\'ll take up my gay lady,
And row her in the silk.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.48
\N1 `Be favourable to my lady,
Be favourable, if ye may;
Her kirking and her fair wedding
Shall baith stand on ae day.
\SBALLADS Child 63J.49
\N1 `There is not here a woman living
But her shall be my bride,
And all is for the fair speeches
I got frae her at Clyde.'
\LBALLADS Child 63[K.1]
\N1 Willie was a harper guid,
He was a harper f+ine;
He harped the burds out of the tree,
The f+ish out of the f+lood,
The milk out of a woman\'s brist
That bab had never nean.
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.2]
\N1 He harped out, an he harped in,
Till he harped them a\' aslep,
Unless it was her Fair Elen,
An she stood on her feett.
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.3]
\N1 Willie stod in stabile dor,
He said he wad ride,
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.4]
\N1 `Na women mane gae we me, Hellen,
Na women mane gaie we me
Bat them that will saddle my hors,
An bridell my steed,
An elky toun that I come to
A lish of hons mane lead.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.5]
\N1 `I will saddle yer hors, Willie,
An I will bridel yer steed,
An elky toun att we come tell
A leash of honds will lead.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.6]
\N1 `The dogs sall eat the gued f+ite bread,
An ye the doue+: pran,
An ye sall bliss, an na curse,
That ever ye lied a man.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.7]
\N1 `The dogs sall eat the whit bread,
An me the doue+: pran,
An I will bliss, an na curs,
That ear I loved a man.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.8]
\N1 She has saddled his hors,
An she has bridled his stead,
An ealky toun att they came throu
A lish of honds did lead.
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.9]
\N1 The dogs did eatt the whit bread,
An her the douey pran,
An she did bliss, an she did na curs,
That ever she loyed a man.
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.10]
\N1 Fan they came to yon wan water
That a\' man caas Clayd,
He louked over his left shoder,
Says, Ellen, will ye ride?
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.11]
\N1 `I learned it in my medder\'s bour,
I wiss I had learned it better,
Fan I came to wane water
To sume as dos the otter.
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.12]
\N1 `I learned in my midder\'s bour,
I watt I learned it well,
Fan I came to wan water,
To sume as dos the ell.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.13]
\N1 . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . .
Or the knight was in the middell of the water,
The lady was in the eather side.
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.14]
\N1 She leaned her back to a stane,
Gaa a call opon:
`O my back is right sore,
An I sae farr frae hame!
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.15]
\N1 `Hou monny mill ha ye to rid,
An hou mony I to rine?'
`Fifty mill ha I to rid,
Fifty you to rine,
An by that time I dou supos
Ye will be a dead woman.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.16]
\N1 Out spak a bonny burd,
Sate on yon tree,
`Gaa on, fair Ellen,
Ye ha scarcly milles three.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.17]
\N1 Four-an-tuenty bony ladys
Mett Willie in the closs,
Bat the fairest lady among them a\'
Took Willie frae his horse.
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.18]
\N1 Four-an-trenty bonny ladys
Lead Willie to the table,
Bat the fairest lady among them a\'
Led his hors to the stable.
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.19]
\N1 She leaned betuen the gray folle an the waa,
An gae a call opon;
`O my back is fue sore,
An I sae far fra home!
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.20]
\N1 `Fan I was in my father\'s bour,
I ware goud to my hell;
Bat nou I am among Willie\'s hors feet,
An the call it will me kell.
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.21]
\N1 `Fan I was in my midder\'s bour
I wear goud to my head;
Bat nou I am among Willie\'s hors feet,
And the calle will be my dead.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.22]
\N1 `Fatten a heavey horse-boy, my son Willie,
Is this ye ha brought to me?
Some times he grous read, read,
An some times paill an wane;
He louks just leak a woman we bairn,
An no weis es leak a man.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.23]
\N1 `Gett up, my heavey hors-boy,
Gie my hors corn an hay;'
`By my soth,' says her Fair Ellen,
`Bat as fast as I may.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.24]
\N1 `I dreamed a dream san the straine,
Gued read a\' dreams to gued!
I dreamed my stable-dor was opned
An stoun was my best steed.
Ye gae, my sister,
An see if the dream be gued.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.25]
\N1 . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
She thought she hard a baby greet,
Bat an a lady mone.
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.26]
\N1 . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
`I think I hard a baby greet,
Bat an a lady mone.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.27]
\N1 `A askend, Wikllie,' she says,
`An ye man grant it me;
The warst room in a\' yer house
To your young son an me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.28]
\N1 [`Ask on, Fair Ellen,
Ye\'r sure yer asken is free;]
The best room in a\' my house
To yer young son an ye.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.29]
\N1 `[A] asken, Willie,' she sayes,
`An ye will grant it me;
The smallest bear in yer house
To [yer] young son an me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.30]
\N1 `Ask on, Fair Ellen,
Ye\'r sure your asken is free;
The best bear in my house
[To yer young son an ye.]
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.31]
\N1 `The best bear in my house
Is the black bear an the wine,
An ye sall haa that, Fair Ellen,
To you an yer young son.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.32]
\N1 `[A] askent, Willie,' she says,
`An ye will grant [it] me;
The warst maid in yer house
To wait on yer young son an me.'
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.33]
\N1 `The best maid in my house
Is my sister Meggie,
An ye sall ha her, Fair Ellen,
To wait on yer young son an ye.
\SBALLADS Child 63[K.34]
\N1 `Chire up, Fair Ellen,
Chire up, gin ye may;
Yer kirking an yer fair weding
Sall baith stand in ae day.'
\LBALLADS Child 64A.1
\N1 `YE maun gang to your father, Janet,
Ye maun gang to him soon;
Ye maun gang to your father, Janet,
In case that his days are dune.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.2
\N1 Janet\'s awa to her father,
As fast as she could hie:
`O what\'s your will wi me, father?
O what\'s your will wi me?'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.3
\N1 `My will wi you, Fair Janet,' he said,
`It is both bed and board;
Some say that he loe Sweet Willie,
But ye maun wed a French lord.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.4
\N1 `A French lord maun I wed, father?
A French lord maun I wed?
Then, by my sooth,' quo Fair Janet,
`He\'s neer enter my bed.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.5
\N1 Janet\'s awa to her chamber,
As fast as she could go;
Wha\'s the f+irst ane that tapped there,
But Sweet Willie her jo?
\SBALLADS Child 64A.6
\N1 `O we maun part this love, Willie,
That has been lang between;
There\'s a French lord coming oer the sea,
To wed me wi a ring;
There\'s a French lord coming oer the sea,
To wed and tak me hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.7
\N1 `If we maun part this love, Janet,
It causeth mickle woe;
If we maun part this love, Janet,
It makes me into mourning go.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.8
\N1 `But ye maun gang to your three sisters,
Meg, Marion, and Jean;
Tell them to come to Fair Janet,
In case that her days are dune.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.9
\N1 Willie\'s awa to his three sisters,
Meg, Marion, and Jean:
`O haste, and gang to Fair Janet,
I fear that her days are dune.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.10
\N1 Some drew to them their silken hose,
Some drew to them their shoon,
Some drew to them their silk manteils,
Their covering to put on,
And they\'re awa to Fair Janet,
By the hie light o the moon.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 64A.11
\N1 `O I have born this babe, Willie,
Wi mickle toil and pain;
Take hame, take hame, your babe, Willie,
For nurse I dare be nane.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.12
\N1 He\'s tane his young son in his arms,
And kisst him cheek and chin,
And he\'s awa to his mother\'s bower,
By the hie light o the moon.
\SBALLADS Child 64A.13
\N1 `O open, open, mother,' he says,
`O open, and let me in;
The rain rains on my yellow hair,
And the dew drops oer my chin,
And I hae my young son in my arms,
I fear that his days are dune.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.14
\N1 With her f+ingers lang and sma
She lifted up the pin,
And with her arms lang and sma
Received the baby in.
\SBALLADS Child 64A.15
\N1 `Gae back, gae back now, Sweet Willie,
And comfort your fair lady;
For where ye had but ae nourice,
Your young son shall hae three.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.16
\N1 Willie he was scarce awa,
And the lady put to bed,
Whan in and came her father dear:
`Make haste, and busk the bride.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.17
\N1 `There\'s a sair pain in my head, father,
There\'s a sair pain in my side;
And ill, O ill, am I, father,
This day for to be a bride.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.18
\N1 `O ye maun busk this bonny bride,
And put a gay mantle on;
For she shall wed this auld French lord,
Gin she should die the morn.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.19
\N1 Some put on the gay green robes,
And some put on the brown;
But Janet put on the scarlet robes,
To shine foremost throw the town.
\SBALLADS Child 64A.20
\N1 And some they mounted the black steed,
And some mounted the brown;
But Janet mounted the milk-white steed,
To ride foremost throw the town.
\SBALLADS Child 64A.21
\N1 `O wha will guide your horse, Janet?
O wha will guide him best?'
`O wha but Willie, my true-love?
He kens I loe him best.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.22
\N1 And when they cam to Marie\'s kirk,
To tye the haly ban,
Fair Janet\'s cheek looked pale and wan,
And her colour gaed an cam.
\SBALLADS Child 64A.23
\N1 When dinner it was past and done,
And dancing to begin,
`O we\'ll go take the bride\'s maidens,
And we\'ll go f+ill the ring.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.24
\N1 O ben than cam the auld French lord,
Saying, Bride, will ye dance with me?
`Awa, awa, ye auld French lord,
Your face I downa see.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.25
\N1 O ben than cam now Sweet Willie,
He cam with ane advance:
`O I\'ll go tak the bride\'s maidens,
And we\'ll go tak a dance.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.26
\N1 `I\'ve seen ither days wi you, Willie,
And so has mony mae,
Ye would hae danced wi me mysel,
Let a\' my maidens gae.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.27
\N1 O ben than cam now Sweet Willie,
Saying, Bride, will ye dance wi me?
`Aye, by my sooth, and that I will,
Gin my back should break in three.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.28
\N1 She had nae turned her throw the dance,
Throw the dance but thrice,
When she fell doun at Willie\'s feet,
And up did never rise.
\SBALLADS Child 64A.29
\N1 Willie\'s taen the key of his coffer,
And gien it to his man:
`Gae hame, and tell my mother dear
My horse he has me slain;
Bid her be kind to my young son,
For father he has nane.'
\SBALLADS Child 64A.30
\N1 The tane was buried in Marie\'s kirk,
And the tither in Marie\'s quire;
Out of the tane there grew a birk,
And the tither a bonny brier.
\LBALLADS Child 64B.1
\N1 `IF you do love me weel, Willie,
Ye\'ll shew to me truelie;
Ye\'ll build to me a bonnie ship,
And set her on the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 64B.2
\N1 He did love her very weel,
He shewed to her trulie;
He builded her a bonnie ship,
And set her on the sea.
\SBALLADS Child 64B.3
\N1 They had not sailed one league, one league,
One league but only three,
Till sharp, sharp showers fair Janet took,
She grew sick and like to die.
\SBALLADS Child 64B.4
\N1 `If you do love me weel, Willie,
Ye\'ll shew to me trulye;
Ye\'ll tak me to my mother\'s bower,
Whare I was wont to be.'
\SBALLADS Child 64B.5
\N1 He did love her very weel,
He shewed to her trulye;
He took her to her mother\'s bower,
Whare she was wont to be.
\SBALLADS Child 64B.6
\N1 `It\'s ye\'ll stand up at my richt side,
You will on tiptaes stand,
Until you hear your auld son weep,
But an you Janet mourn.
\SBALLADS Child 64B.7
\N1 `Come take your auld son in your arms,
He is both large and lang;
Come take your auld son in your arms,
And for a nourice gang.'
\SBALLADS Child 64B.8
\N1 He is to his mother\'s bowers,
An hour or it struck nine:
`I have a babe into my arms,
He\'ll die nor nouricing.'
\SBALLADS Child 64B.9
\N1 `Goe home, go home, my son,' she says,
`And mak thy Jenny blythe;
If ae nurse winna sere her son,
It\'s I\'ll provide him f+ive.'
\SBALLADS Child 64B.10
\N1 Fair Janet was nae weel lichter,
Nor weel doun on her side,
Till ben and cam her father dear,
Saying, Wha will busk our bride?
\SBALLADS Child 64B.11
\N1 Ben and cam her brethren dear,
Saying, Wha will busk our bride?
And wha will saddle our bride\'s horse?
Whom ahint will she ride?
\SBALLADS Child 64B.12
\N1 `Hold your tongue, my brethren dear,
And let your folly be,
For I\'m sae fair and full of hair
Sma busking will serve me.
\SBALLADS Child 64B.13
\N1 `Hold your tongue, my brethren dear,
And let your folly be,
For I will ride behint William,
He will best wait on me.
\SBALLADS Child 64B.14
\N1 `Willie, lay the saddle saft,
And lead the bridle soun,
And when we come to Mary\'s Kirk,
Ye\'ll set me hooly down.'
\SBALLADS Child 64B.15
\N1 Supper scarslie was owre,
Nor musick weel fa\'n to,
Till ben and cam the bride\'s brethren,
Saying, Bride, ye\'ll dance wi me:
`Awa, awa, my brethren dear,
For dancing\'s no for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 64B.16
\N1 Ben and came her ain bridegroom,
Saying, Bride, ye\'ll dance wi me;
She says, Awa, awa, ye southland dog,
Your face I downa see.
\SBALLADS Child 64B.17
\N1 Ben and cam then Sweet Willie,
Saying, Bride, ye\'ll dance wi me:
`Oh I will dance the f+loor once owre,
Tho my heart should break in three.'
\SBALLADS Child 64B.18
\N1 `Oh no, oh no,' said Sweet William,
`Let no such things eer be;
But I will cut my glove in two,
And I\'ll dance for thee and me.'
\SBALLADS Child 64B.19
\N1 She hadna danced the f+loor once owre,
I\'m sure she hadna thrice,
Till she fell in a deadly swound,
And from it neer did rise.
\SBALLADS Child 64B.20
\N1 Out and spak her ain bridegroom,
And an angry man was he:
`This day she has gien me the gecks,
Yet she must bear the scorn;
There\'s not a bell in merry Linkum
Shall ring for her the morn.'
\SBALLADS Child 64B.21
\N1 Out and spoke then Sweet William,
And a sorry man was he:
`Altho she has gien you the gecks,
She will not bear the scorn;
There\'s not a bell in merry Linkum
But shall ring for her the morn.'
\SBALLADS Child 64B.22
\N1 There was not a bell in merry Linkum
But they tinkled and they rang,
And a\' the birds that f+lew above,
They changed their notes and sang.
\LBALLADS Child 64C.1
\N1 LIVD ance twa luvers in yon dale,
And they luvd ither weel;
Frae evning late to morning aire
Of luving luvd their f+ill.
\SBALLADS Child 64C.2
\N1 `Now, Willie, gif you luve me weel,
As sae it seems to me,
Gar build, gar build a bonny schip,
Gar build it speedilie.
\SBALLADS Child 64C.3
\N1 `An\R \rwe wLl saL the sea sae g-een,
Unto some far countrie,
Or we\'ll sail to some bonie isle,
Stands lanely midst the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 64C.4
\N1 But lang or ere the schip was built,
Or deckd, or rigged out,
Came sick a pain in Annet\'s back
That down she coud na lout.
\SBALLADS Child 64C.5
\N1 `Now, Willie, gif ye luve me weel,
As sae it seems to me,
O haste, haste, bring me to my bowr,
And my bowr-maidens three.'
\SBALLADS Child 64C.6
\N1 He\'s taen her in his arms twa,
And kissd her, cheik and chin;
He\'s brocht her to her ain sweet bowr,
But nae bowr-maid was in.
\SBALLADS Child 64C.7
\N1 `Now leave my bower, Willie,' she said,
`Now leave me to my lane;
When she was travelling.'
\SBALLADS Child 64C.8
\N1 He\'s stepped three steps down the stair,
Upon the marble stane;
Sae loud\'s he heard his young son\'s greet,
But and his lady\'s mane!
\SBALLADS Child 64C.9
\N1 `Now come, now come, Willie,' she said,
`Tak your young son frae me,
And hie him to your mother\'s bower,
With speed and privacie.'
\SBALLADS Child 64C.10
\N1 He\'s taen his young son in his arms,
He\'s kissd him, cheik and chin;
He\'s hied him to his mother\'s bower,
By th\' ae light of the moon.
\SBALLADS Child 64C.11
\N1 And with him came the bold barone,
And he spake up wi pride:
`Gar seek, gar seek the bower-maidens,
Gar busk, gar busk the bryde.'
\SBALLADS Child 64C.12
\N1 `My maidens, easy with my back,
And easy with my side;
O set my saddle saft, Willie,
I am a tender bryde.'
\SBALLADS Child 64C.13
\N1 When she came to the burrow-town,
They gied her a broch and ring,
And when she came to . . .,
They had a fair wedding.
\SBALLADS Child 64C.14
\N1 O up then spake the norland lord,
And blinkit wi his ee:
`I trow this lady\'s born a bairn,'
Then laucht loud lauchters three.
\SBALLADS Child 64C.15
\N1 And up then spake the brisk bridegroom,
And he spake up wi pryde:
`Gin I should pawn my wedding-gloves,
I will dance wi the bryde.'
\SBALLADS Child 64C.16
\N1 `Now had your tongue, my lord,' she said,
`Wi dancing let me be;
I am sae thin in f+lesh and blude,
Sma dancing will serve me.'
\SBALLADS Child 64C.17
\N1 But she\'s taen Willie be the hand,
The tear blinded her ee:
`But I wad dance wi my true-luve,
But bursts my heart in three.'
\SBALLADS Child 64C.18
\N1 She\'s taen her bracelet frae her arm,
Her garter frae her knee:
`Gie that, gie that to my young son,
He\'ll neer his mother see.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 64C.19
\N1 `Gar deal, gar deal the bread, mother,
Gar deal, gar deal the wyne;
This day hath seen my true-love\'s death,
This nicht shall witness myne.'
\LBALLADS Child 64D.1
\N1 `IT never was my mother\'s fashion,
As little will\'t be mine,
For to hae gay lords within my room
When ladies are travailing.'
\SBALLADS Child 64D.2
\N1 Lord William was scarsely down the stair,
A step but only ane,
Till he heard his auld son gie a cry,
And his lady a heavy maen.
\SBALLADS Child 64D.3
\N1 `Turn back, turn back, Lord William,' she says,
`Take thy auld son in thy coat-neuk,
And see and reach thy mother\'s bowers
Twa hours before day comes.'
\SBALLADS Child 64D.4
\N1 He\'s awa wi his auld son in his coat-neuk,
As fast as he can run,
And there he\'s reached his mother\'s bowers,
Twa hours before day came.
\SBALLADS Child 64D.5
\N1 `O rise, O rise, my mother dear,
O rise and let me in,
For I\'ve my auld son in my coat-neuk,
And he shivers at the chin.'
\SBALLADS Child 64D.6
\N1 `Ye\'re welcome hame to me, Lord William,
And so is thy auld son;
It\'s where ye had but ae nourice,
Thy auld son he\'ll hae four.'
\SBALLADS Child 64D.7
\N1 His lady was scarsely in her bed,
Nor well faln owre asleep,
When four and twenty knights and lords
Came for the bride at last.
\SBALLADS Child 64D.8
\N1 They dressed her up, they dressed her down,
They dressed her wondrous f+ine,
And just before her ain bedside
She lost her colour clean.
\SBALLADS Child 64D.9
\N1 `Be hooly wi my head, maidens,
Be hooly wi my hair,
For it was washen late last night,
And now it\'s very sair.'
\SBALLADS Child 64D.10
\N1 Out then spoke a southern lord,
And oh but he spak bauld:
`She is the likest that bore a child
That eer my eyes did see.'
\SBALLADS Child 64D.11
\N1 Up then spak her auld, auld father,
And oh he spoke in time:
`She neer bore a child since her birth
Except it was yestreen.'
\SBALLADS Child 64D.12
\N1 Out then spoke a northern lord:
`It\'s bride, will ye dance wi me?'
`Oh no, oh no, you northland lord,
It\'s dancing\'s no for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 64D.13
\N1 Out then spoke a southland lord:
`It\'s bride, will ye dance wi me?'
`Oh no, oh no , you southland lord,
I would as lief chuse to die.'
\SBALLADS Child 64D.14
\N1 Out then spoke her ain bridegroom:
`O bride, will ye dance wi me?'
`Oh no, oh no, my ain bridegroom,
It\'s dancing\'s no for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 64D.15
Oh yes, I\'ll dance, dear Willie,' she said,
\N1 Out then spoke her ain Willy,
And oh he spoke fu f+ine:
`O bride, O bride, will ye dance wi me,'
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 64D.16
\N1 `Oh yes, oh yes, Willie,' she said,
`It\'s I will dance with thee;
Oh yes, I\'ll dance, dear Willie,' she said,
`Tho my back it gaes in three.'
\SBALLADS Child 64D.17
\N1 She leaned her head on Willie\'s breast,
And her back unto the wa:
`O there\'s the key of my coffer,
And pay weel the nouriss fee,
And aye when ye look on your auld son,
Ye may aye think on me.'
\LBALLADS Child 64E.1
\N1 WILLIE and Fair Janet
Sat a\' day on yon hill;
And Janet she took sair pains,
And O but she grew ill.
\SBALLADS Child 64E.2
\N1 `Fetch a woman to me, Willie,
O fetch a woman to me,
For without the help of woman, Willie,
Surely I will dee.'
\SBALLADS Child 64E.3
\N1 `O tie a napkin on my face,
That naething I may see,
And what can a woman do, Janet,
But I will do for thee?'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 64E.4
\N1 She was na scarcely brought to bed,
Nor yet laid on her side,
Till in and cam her father there,
Crying, Fy, gae busk the bride.
\SBALLADS Child 64E.5
\N1 `A wearyed bride am I, father,
A wearyed bride am I;
Must I gae wed that southlan lord,
And let Sweet Willie abe?'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 64E.6
\N1 `Now chuse, now chuse now, Fair Janet,
What shall your cleeding be;
Now chuse, now chuse now, Fair Janet,
And I will gie it to thee.
\SBALLADS Child 64E.7
\N1 `Whether will you hae it of the berry brown,
Or of the holland green;
Or will you hae it of the crimson red,
Most lovely to be seen?'
\SBALLADS Child 64E.8
\N1 `I will not hae\'t of the berry brown,
Nor yet o the holly green;
But I will hae\'t of the crimson red,
Most lovely to be seen.'
\SBALLADS Child 64E.9
\N1 `Now chuse, now chuse now, Fair Janet,
What man you\'ll ride behind:'
`O wha sae f+itting as Sweet Willie?
He\'ll f+it my saddle f+ine.'
\SBALLADS Child 64E.10
\N1 O they rode on, and they rode on,
Till they cam to Merrytown green;
But Sweet Willie and Fair Janet
Cam aye hoolie ahin.
\SBALLADS Child 64E.11
\N1 O whan they cam to Merrytown,
And lighted on the green,
Monie a bluidy aith was sworn
That our bride was wi bairn.
\SBALLADS Child 64E.12
\N1 Out and spake the bonny bride,
And she swore by her f+ingers ten:
`If eer I was wi bairn in my life,
I was lighter sin yestreen.'
\SBALLADS Child 64E.13
\N1 Up and raise he the bridegroom,
Says, Bride, will ye dance wi me?
`Dance on, dance on, bridegroom,' she says,
`For I\'ll dance nane wi thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 64E.14
\N1 Up and raise her father then,
Says, Bride, will ye dance wi me?
`Dance on, my father,' she replied,
`I pray thee let me be.'
\SBALLADS Child 64E.15
\N1 Then up and raise he Sweet Willie,
And he had meikle pride:
`I\'ll lay my gloves in the bride\'s han,
And I\'ll dance for the bride.'
\SBALLADS Child 64E.16
\N1 `O no, O no, O Sweet Willie,
O no, that shall na be;
For I will dance wi thee, Willie,
Tho my back should fa in three.'
\SBALLADS Child 64E.17
\N1 She had na run a reel, a reel,
A reel but barely three,
Till pale and wan grew Fair Janet,
And her head took Willie\'s knee.
\SBALLADS Child 64E.18
\N1 Out and spake then the bridegroom,
And he spake wi great scorn:
`There\'s not a bell in Merrytown kirk
Shall ring for her the morn.'
\SBALLADS Child 64E.19
\N1 Out and spak he Sweet Willie,
And his heart was almost gane:
`\'Tis a the bells in Merrytown kirk
Shall ring for her the morn.'
\SBALLADS Child 64E.20
\N1 Willie was buried in Mary\'s kirk,
etc\., etc\., etc\.
\LBALLADS Child 64F.1
\N1 HEY, love Willie, and how, love Willie,
And Willie my love shall be;
They\'re thinking to sinder our lang love, Willie;
It\'s mair than man can dee.
\SBALLADS Child 64F.2
\N1 `Ye\'ll mount me quickly on a steed,
A milk-white steed or gray,
And carry me on to gude greenwood,
Before that it be day.'
\SBALLADS Child 64F.3
\N1 He mounted her upon a steed,
He chose a steed o gray;
He had her on to gude greenwood,
Before that it was day.
\SBALLADS Child 64F.4
\N1 `O will ye gang to the cards, Meggie?
Or will ye gang wi me?
Or will ye hae a bower-woman,
To stay ere it be day?'
\SBALLADS Child 64F.5
\N1 `I winna gang to the cards,' she said,
`Nor will I gae wi thee,
Nor will I hae a bower-woman,
To spoil my modestie.
\SBALLADS Child 64F.6
\N1 `Ye\'ll gie me a lady at my back,
An a lady me beforn,
An a midwife at my twa sides,
Till your young son be born.
\SBALLADS Child 64F.7
\N1 `Ye\'ll do me up, and further up,
To the top o yon greenwood tree;
For every pain myself shall hae,
The same pain ye maun drie.'
\SBALLADS Child 64F.8
\N1 The f+irst pain that did strike Sweet Willie,
It was into the side;
Then sighing sair said Sweet Willie,
These pains are ill to bide!
\SBALLADS Child 64F.9
\N1 The nextan pain that strake Sweet Willie,
It was into the back;
Then sighing sair said Sweet Willie,
These pains are women\'s wreck!
\SBALLADS Child 64F.10
\N1 The nextan pain that strake Sweet Willie,
It was into the head;
Then sighing sair said Sweet Willie,
I fear my lady\'s dead!
\SBALLADS Child 64F.11
\N1 Then he\'s gane on, and further on,
At the foot o yon greenwood tree;
There he got his lady lighter,
Wi his young son on her knee.
\SBALLADS Child 64F.12
\N1 Then he\'s taen up his little young son,
And kissd him, cheek and chin,
And he is on to his mother,
As fast as he could gang.
\SBALLADS Child 64F.13
\N1 `Ye will take in my son, mother,
Gie him to nurses nine;
Three to wauk, and three to sleep,
And three to fanf between.'
\SBALLADS Child 64F.14
\N1 Then he has left his mother\'s house,
And frae her he has gane,
And he is back to his lady,
And safely brought her hame.
\SBALLADS Child 64F.15
\N1 Then in it came her father dear,
Was belted in a brand:
`It\'s nae time for brides to lye in bed,
When the bridegroom\'s send\'s in town.
\SBALLADS Child 64F.16
\N1 `There are four-and-twenty noble lords
A\' lighted on the green;
The fairest knight amang them a\',
He must be your bridegroom.'
\SBALLADS Child 64F.17
\N1 `O wha will shoe my foot, my foot?
And wha will glove my hand?
And wha will prin my sma middle,
Wi the short prin and the lang?'
\SBALLADS Child 64F.18
\N1 Now out it speaks him Sweet Willie,
Who knew her troubles best:
`It is my duty for to serve,
As I\'m come here as guest.
\SBALLADS Child 64F.19
\N1 `Now I will shoe your foot, Maisry,
And I will glove your hand,
And I will prin your sma middle,
Wi the sma prin and the lang.'
\SBALLADS Child 64F.20
\N1 `Wha will saddle my steed,' she says,
`And gar my bridle ring?
And wha will hae me to gude church-door,
This day I\'m ill abound?'
\SBALLADS Child 64F.21
\N1 `I will saddle your steed, Maisry,
And gar your bridle ring,
And I\'ll hae you to gude church-door,
And safely set you down.'
\SBALLADS Child 64F.22
\N1 `O healy, healy take me up,
And healy set me down,
And set my back until a wa,
My foot to yird-fast stane.'
\SBALLADS Child 64F.23
\N1 He healy took her frae her horse,
And healy set her down,
And set her back until a wa,
Her foot to yird-fast stane.
\SBALLADS Child 64F.24
\N1 When they had eaten and well drunken,
And a\' had thornd f+ine,
The bride\'s father he took the cup,
For to serve out the wine.
\SBALLADS Child 64F.25
\N1 Out it speaks the bridegroom\'s brother,
An ill death mat he die!
`I fear our bride she\'s born a bairn,
Or else has it a dee.'
\SBALLADS Child 64F.26
\N1 She\'s taen out a Bible braid,
And deeply has she sworn;
`If I hae born a bairn,' she says,
`Sin yesterday at morn,
\SBALLADS Child 64F.27
\N1 `Or if I\'ve born a bairn,' she says,
`Sin yesterday at noon,
There\'s nae a lady amang you a\'
That woud been here sae soon.'
\SBALLADS Child 64F.28
\N1 Then out it spake the bridegroom\'s man,
Mischance come ower his heel!
`Win up, win up, now bride,' he says,
`And dance a shamefu reel.'
\SBALLADS Child 64F.29
\N1 Then out it speaks the bride hersell,
And a sorry heart had she:
`Is there nae ane amang you a\'
Will dance this dance for me?'
\SBALLADS Child 64F.30
\N1 Then out it speaks him Sweet Willie,
And he spake aye thro pride:
`O draw my boots for me, bridegroom,
Or I dance for your bride.'
\SBALLADS Child 64F.31
\N1 Then out it spake the bride hersell:
O na, this maunna be;
For I will dance this dance mysell,
Tho my back shoud gang in three.
\SBALLADS Child 64F.32
\N1 She hadna well gane thro the reel,
Nor yet well on the green,
Till she fell down at Willie\'s feet
As cauld as ony stane.
\SBALLADS Child 64F.33
\N1 He\'s taen her in his arms twa,
And haed her up the stair;
Then up it came her jolly bridegroom,
Says, What\'s your business there?
\SBALLADS Child 64F.34
\N1 Then Willie lifted up his foot,
And dang him down the stair,
And brake three ribs o the bridegroom\'s side,
And a word he spake nae mair.
\SBALLADS Child 64F.35
\N1 Nae meen was made for that lady,
When she was lying dead;
But a\' was for him Sweet Willie,
On the f+ields for he ran mad.
\LBALLADS Child 64G.1
\N1 `WILL you marry the southland lord,
A queen of fair England to be?
Or will you burn for Sweet Willie,
The morn upon yon lea?'
\SBALLADS Child 64G.2
\N1 `I will marry the southland lord,
Father, sen it is your will;
But I\'d rather it were my burial-day,
For my grave I\'m going till.
\SBALLADS Child 64G.3
\N1 `O go, O go now, my bower-wife,
O go now hastilie,
O go now to Sweet Willie\'s bower,
And bid him cum speak to me.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 64G.4
\N1 And he is to his mother\'s bower,
As fast as he could rin:
`Open, open, my mother dear,
Open, and let me in.
\SBALLADS Child 64G.5
\N1 `For the rain rains on my yellow hair,
The dew stands on my chin,
And I have something in my lap,
And I wad fain be in.'
\SBALLADS Child 64G.6
\N1 `O go, O go now, Sweet Willie,
And make your lady blithe,
For wherever you had ae nourice,
Your young son shall hae f+ive.'
\SBALLADS Child 64G.7
\N1 Out spak Annet\'s mother dear,
An she spak a word o\' pride;
Says, Whare is a\' our bride\'s maidens,
They\'re no busking the bride?
\SBALLADS Child 64G.8
\N1 `O haud your tongue, my mother dear,
Your speaking let it be,
For I\'m sae fair and full o f+lesh
Little busking will serve me.'
\SBALLADS Child 64G.9
\N1 Out an spak the bride\'s maidens,
They spak a word o pride;
Says, Whare is a\' the f+ine cleiding?
It\'s we maun busk the bride.
\SBALLADS Child 64G.10
\N1 `Deal hooly wi my head, maidens,
Deal hooly wi my hair;
For it was washen late yestreen,
And it is wonder sair.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 64G.11
\N1 And Willie swore a great, great oath,
And he swore by the thorn,
That she was as free o a child that night
As the night that she was born.
\SBALLADS Child 64G.12
\N1 `Ye hae gien me the gowk, Annet,
But I\'ll gie you the scorn;
For there\'s no a bell in a\' the town
Shall ring for you the morn.'
\SBALLADS Child 64G.13
\N1 Out and spak then Sweet Willie:
Sae loud\'s I hear you lie!
There\'s no a bell in a\' the town
But shall ring for Annet and me.
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 65A.1
\N1 THE young lords o the north country
Have all a wooing gone,
To win the love of Lady Maisry,
But o them she woud hae none.
\SBALLADS Child 65A.2
\N1 O they hae courted Lady Maisry
Wi a\' kin kind of things;
An they hae sought her Lady Maisry
Wi brotches an wi\' rings.
\SBALLADS Child 65A.3
\N1 An they ha sought her Lady Maisry
Frae father and frae mother;
An they ha sought her Lady Maisry
Frae sister an frae brother.
\SBALLADS Child 65A.4
\N1 An they ha followd her Lady Maisry
Thro chamber an thro ha;
But a\' that they coud say to her,
Her answer still was Na.
\SBALLADS Child 65A.5
\N1 `O had your tongues, young men,' she says,
`An think nae mair o me;
For I\'ve gien my love to an English lord,
An think nae mair o me.'
\SBALLADS Child 65A.6
\N1 Her father\'s kitchy-boy heard that,
An ill death may he dee!
An he is on to her brother,
As fast as gang coud he.
\SBALLADS Child 65A.7
\N1 `O is my father an my mother well,
But an my brothers three?
Gin my sister Lady Maisry be well,
There\'s naething can ail me.'
\SBALLADS Child 65A.8
\N1 `Your father and your mother is well,
But an your brothers three;
Your sister Lady Maisry\'s well,
So big wi bairn gangs she.'
\SBALLADS Child 65A.9
\N1 `Gin this be true you tell to me,
My mailison light on thee!
But gin it be a lie you tell,
You sal be hangit hie.'
\SBALLADS Child 65A.10
\N1 He\'s done him to his sister\'s bowr,
Wi meikle doole an care;
An there he saw her Lady Maisry,
Kembing her yallow hair.
\SBALLADS Child 65A.11
\N1 `O wha is aught that bairn,' he says,
`That ye sae big are wi'
And gin ye winna own the truth,
This moment ye sall dee.'
\SBALLADS Child 65A.12
\N1 She turnd her right an roun about,
An the kem fell frae her han;
A trembling seizd her fair body,
An her rosy cheek grew wan.
\SBALLADS Child 65A.13
\N1 `O pardon me, my brother dear,
An the truth I\'ll tell to thee;
My bairn it is to Lord William,
An he is betrothd to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 65A.14
\N1 `O coud na ye gotten dukes, or lords,
Intill your ain country,
That ye draw up wi an English dog,
To bring this shame on me?
\SBALLADS Child 65A.15
\N1 `But ye maun gi up the English lord,
Whan youre young babe is born;
For, gin you keep by him an hour langer,
Your life sall be forlorn.'
\SBALLADS Child 65A.16
\N1 `I will gi up this English blood,
Till my young babe be born;
But the never a day nor hour langer,
Tho my life should be forlorn.'
\SBALLADS Child 65A.17
\N1 `O whare is a\' my merry young men,
Whom I gi meat and fee,
To pu the thistle and the thorn,
To burn this wile whore wi?'
\SBALLADS Child 65A.18
\N1 `O whare will I get a bonny boy,
To help me in my need,
To rin wi hast to Lord William,
And bid him come wi speed?'
\SBALLADS Child 65A.19
\N1 O out it spake a bonny boy,
Stood by her brother\'s side:
`O I would rin your errand, lady,
Oer a\' the world wide.
\SBALLADS Child 65A.20
\N1 `Aft have I run your errands, lady,
Whan blawn baith win and weet;
But now I\'ll rin your errand, lady,
Wi sat tears on my cheek.'
\SBALLADS Child 65A.21
\N1 O whan he came to broken briggs,
He bent his bow and swam,
An whan he came to the green grass growin,
He slackd his shoone and ran.
\SBALLADS Child 65A.22
\N1 O whan he came to Lord William\'s gates,
He baed na to chap or ca,
But set his bent bow till his breast,
An lightly lap the wa;
An, or the porter was at the gate,
The boy was i the ha.
\SBALLADS Child 65A.23
\N1 `O is my biggins broken, boy?
Or is my towers won?
Or is my lady lighter yet,
Of a dear daughter or son?'
\SBALLADS Child 65A.24
\N1 `Your biggin is na broken, sir,
Nor is your towers won;
But the fairest lady in a\' the lan
For you this day maun burn.'
\SBALLADS Child 65A.25
\N1 `O saddle me the black, the black,
Or saddle me the brown;
O saddle me the swiftest steed
That ever rade frae a town.'
\SBALLADS Child 65A.26
\N1 Or he was near a mile awa,
She heard his wild horse sneeze:
`Mend up the f+ire, my false brother,
It\'s na come to my knees.'
\SBALLADS Child 65A.27
O whan he lighted at the gate,
She heard his bridle ring:
`Mend up the f+ire, my false brother,
It\'s far yet frae my chin.
\SBALLADS Child 65A.28
\N1 `Mend up the f+ire to me, brother,
Mend up the f+ire to me;
For I see him comin hard an fast
Will soon men\'t up to thee.
\SBALLADS Child 65A.29
\N1 `O gin my hands had been loose, Willy,
Sae hard as they are boun,
I would have turnd me frae the gleed,
And castin out your young son.'
\SBALLADS Child 65A.30
\N1 `O I\'ll gar burn for you, Maisry,
Your father an your mother;
An I\'ll gar burn for you, Maisry,
Your sister an your brother.
\SBALLADS Child 65A.31
\N1 `An I\'ll gar burn for you, Maisry,
The chief of a\' your kin;
An the last bonf+ire that I come to,
Mysel I will cast in.'
\LBALLADS Child 65B.1
\N1 IN came her sister,
Stepping on the f+loor;
Says, It\'s telling me, my sister Janet,
That you\'re become a whore.
\SBALLADS Child 65B.2
\N1 `A whore, sister, a whore, sister?
That\'s what I\'ll never be;
I\'m no so great a whore, sister,
As liars does on me lee.
\SBALLADS Child 65B.3
\N1 In came her brother,
Stepping on the f+loor;
Says, It\'s telling me, my sister Janet,
That you\'re become a whore.'
\SBALLADS Child 65B.4
\N1 `A whore, brother, a whore, brother?
A whore I\'ll never be;
I\'m no so bad a woman, brother,
As liears does on me lee.'
\SBALLADS Child 65B.5
\N1 In came her mother,
Stepping on the f+loor:
`They are telling me, my daughter,
That you\'re so soon become a whore.'
\SBALLADS Child 65B.6
\N1 `A whore, mother, a whore, mother?
A whore I\'ll never be;
I\'m only with child to an English lord,
Who promised to marry me.'
\SBALLADS Child 65B.7
\N1 In came her father,
Stepping on the f+loor;
Says, They tell me, my daughter Janet,
That you are become a whore.'
\SBALLADS Child 65B.8
\N1 `A whore, father, a whore, father?
A whore I\'ll never be;
I\'m but with child to an English lord,
Who promisd to marry me.'
\SBALLADS Child 65B.9
\N1 Then in it came an old woman,
The lady\'s nurse was she,
And ere she could get out a word
The tear blinded her ee.
\SBALLADS Child 65B.10
\N1 `Your father\'s to the f+ire, Janet,
Your brother\'s to the whin;
All for to kindle a bold bonf+ire,
To burn your body in.'
\SBALLADS Child 65B.11
\N1 `Where will I get a boy,' she said,
`Will gain gold for his fee,
That would run unto fair England
For thy good lord to thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 65B.12
\N1 `O I have here a boy,' she said,
`Will gain gold to his fee,
For he will run to fair England
For thy good lord to thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 65B.13
\N1 Now when he found a bridge broken,
He bent his bow and swam,
And when he got where grass did grow,
He slacked it and ran.
\SBALLADS Child 65B.14
\N1 And when he came to that lord\'s gate,
Stopt not to knock or call,
But set his bent bow to his breast
And lightly leapt the wall;
And ere the porter could open the gate,
The boy was in the hall,
\SBALLADS Child 65B.15
\N1 In presence of that noble lord,
And fell down on his knee:
`What is it, my boy,' he cried,
`Have you brought unto me?
\SBALLADS Child 65B.16
\N1 `Is my building broke into?
Or is my towers won?
Or is my true-love delivered
Of daughter or of son?'
\SBALLADS Child 65B.17
\N1 `Your building is not broke,' he cried,
`Nor is your towers won,
Nor is your true-love delivered
Of daughter nor of son;
But if you do not come in haste,
Be sure she will be gone.
\SBALLADS Child 65B.18
\N1 `Her father is gone to the f+ire,
Her brother to the whin,
To kindle up a bold bonf+ire,
To burn her body in.'
\SBALLADS Child 65B.19
\N1 `Go saddle to me the black,' he cried,
`And do it very soon;
Get unto me the swiftest horse
That ever rade from the town.'
\SBALLADS Child 65B.20
\N1 The f+irst horse that he rade upon,
For he was raven black,
He bore him far, and very far,
But failed in a slack.
\SBALLADS Child 65B.21
\N1 The next horse that he rode upon,
He was a bonny brown;
He bore him far, and very far,
But did at last fall down.
\SBALLADS Child 65B.22
\N1 The next horse that he rode upon,
He as the milk was white;
Fair fall the mare that foaled that foal.
Took him to Janet\'s sight!
\SBALLADS Child 65B.23
\N1 And boots and spurs, all as he was,
Into the f+ire he lap,
Got one kiss of her comely mouth,
While her body gave a crack.
\SBALLADS Child 65B.24
\N1 `O who has been so bold,' he says,
`This bonf+ire to set on?
Or who has been so bold,' he says,
`Her body for to burn?'
\SBALLADS Child 65B.25
\N1 `O here are we,' her brother said,
`This bonf+ire who set on;
And we have been so bold,' he said,
`Her body for to burn.'
\SBALLADS Child 65B.26
\N1 `O I\'ll cause burn for you, Janet,
Your father and your mother;
And I\'ll cause die for you, Janet,
Your sister and your brother.
\SBALLADS Child 65B.27
\N1 `And I\'ll cause mony back be bare,
And mony shed be thin,
And mony wife be made a widow,
And mony ane want their son.'
\LBALLADS Child 65C.1
\N1 BEN came to her father dear,
Stepping upon the f+loor;
Says, It\'s told me, my daughter Janet,
That you\'re now become a whore.
\SBALLADS Child 65C.2
\N1 `A whore, father, a whore, father?
That\'s what I\'ll never be,
Tho I am with bairn to an English lord,
That f+irst did marry me.'
\SBALLADS Child 65C.3
\N1 Soon after spoke her bower-woman,
And sorely did she cry:
`Oh woe is me, my lady fair,
That ever I saw this day!
\SBALLADS Child 65C.4
\N1 `For your father\'s to the f+ire, Janet,
Your brother\'s to the whin,
Even to kindle a bold bonef+ire,
\SBALLADS Child 65C.5
\N1 `Where will I get a bonnie boy,
Will win gold to his fee,
That will run on to fair England
For my good lord to me?'
\SBALLADS Child 65C.6
\N1 `Oh here am I, your waiting-boy,
Would win gold to my fee,
And will carry any message for you,
By land or yet by sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 65C.7
\N1 And when he fand the bridges broke,
He bent his bow and swam,
But when he fand the grass growing,
He slacked it and ran.
\SBALLADS Child 65C.8
\N1 And when he came to that lord\'s gate,
Stopt not to knock nor call,
But set his bent bow to his breast,
And lightly lap the wall.
\SBALLADS Child 65C.9
\N1 And ere the porter was at the gate
The boy was in the hall,
And in that noble lord\'s presence
He on his knee did fall.
\SBALLADS Child 65C.10
\N1 `O is my biggins broken?' he said,
`Or is my towers won?
Or is my lady lighter yet,
Of daughter of or son?'
\SBALLADS Child 65C.11
\N1 `Your biggins are not broken,' he said,
`Nor is your towers won,
Nor is your lady lighter yet,
Of daughter or of son;
But if you stay a little time
Her life it will be gone.
\SBALLADS Child 65C.12
\N1 `For her father\'s gone to the f+ire,
Her brother to the whin,
Even to kindle a bold bonf+ire,
To burn her body in.'
\SBALLADS Child 65C.13
\N1 `Go saddle for me in haste,' he cried,
`A brace of horses soon;
Go saddle for me the swiftest steeds
That ever rode to a town.'
\SBALLADS Child 65C.14
\N1 The f+irst steed that he rade on,
For he was as jet black,
He rode him far, and very far,
But he fell down in a slack.
\SBALLADS Child 65C.15
\N1 The next steed that he rode on,
For he was a berry brown;
He bore him far, and very far,
But at the last fell down.
\SBALLADS Child 65C.16
\N1 The next steed that he rode on,
He was as milk so white;
Fair fall the mare that foaled the foal
Took him to Janet\'s lyke!
\SBALLADS Child 65C.17
\N1 But boots and spurs, all as he was,
Into the f+ire he lap,
Took ae kiss of her comely mouth,
While her body gave a crack.
\SBALLADS Child 65C.18
\N1 `O who has been so bold,' he said,
`This bonf+ire to set on?
Or who has been so bold,' he cried,
`My true-love for to burn?'
\SBALLADS Child 65C.19
\N1 Her father cried, I\'ve been so bold
This bonef+ire to put on;
Her brother cried, We\'ve been so bold
Her body for to burn.
\SBALLADS Child 65C.20
\N1 `Oh I shall hang for you, Janet,
Your father and your brother;
And I shall burn for you, Janet,
Your sister and your mother.
\SBALLADS Child 65C.21
\N1 `Oh I shall make many bed empty,
And many shed be thin,
And many a wife to be a widow,
And many one want their son.
\SBALLADS Child 65C.22
\N1 `Then I shall take a cloak of cloth,
A staff made of the wand,
And the boy who did your errand run
Shall be heir of my land.'
\LBALLADS Child 65D.1
\N1 LADY MARGERY was her mother\'s ain daughter,
And her father\'s only heir,
And she\'s away to Strawberry Castle,
To learn some unco lair.
\SBALLADS Child 65D.2
\N1 She hadna been in Strawberry Castle
A year but only three,
Till she has proved as big with child,
As big as woman could be.
\SBALLADS Child 65D.3
\N1 Word has to her father gone,
As he pat on his shoon,
That Lady Margery goes wi child,
Unto some English loon.
\SBALLADS Child 65D.4
\N1 Word has to her mother gane,
As she pat on her gown,
That Lady Margery goes wi child,
Unto some English loon.
\SBALLADS Child 65D.5
\N1 The father he likes her ill,
The mother she likes her waur,
But her father he wished her in a f+ire strang,
To burn for ever mair.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 65D.6
\N1 `Will ye hae this auld man, Lady Margery,
To be yeer warldly make?
Or will ye burn in f+ire strang,
For your true lover\'s sake?'
\SBALLADS Child 65D.7
\N1 `I wunna hae that old, old man
To be my worldly make,
But I will burn in f+ire strang,
For my true lover\'s sake.'
\SBALLADS Child 65D.8
\N1 `O who will put of the pot?
O who will put of the pan?
And who will build a bale-f+ire,
To burn her body in.'
\SBALLADS Child 65D.9
\N1 The brother took of the pot,
The sister took of the pan,
And her mother builded a bold bale-f+ire,
To burn her body in.
\SBALLADS Child 65D.10
\N1 `O where will I get a bony boy
That will run my errand soon?
That will run to Strawberry Castle,
And tell my love to come soon?'
\SBALLADS Child 65D.11
\N1 But then started up a little boy,
Near to that lady\'s kin:
`Often have I gane your errands, madam,
But now it is time to rin.'
\SBALLADS Child 65D.12
\N1 O when he came to Strawberry Castle,
He tirled at the pin;
There was nane sae ready as that lord himsell
To let the young body in.
\SBALLADS Child 65D.13
\N1 `O is my towers broken?
Or is my castle wone?
Or is my lady Margery lighter
Of a daughter or a son?'
\SBALLADS Child 65D.14
\N1 `Your towers are not broken,
Nor is your castle wone;
But the fairest lady of a\' the land
For thee this day does burn.'
\SBALLADS Child 65D.15
\N1 `Go saddle for me the black, black horse,
Go saddle to me the brown;
Go saddle to me as swift a steed
As ever man rade on.'
\SBALLADS Child 65D.16
\N1 They saddled to him the black horse,
They saddled to him the brown;
They\'ve saddled to him as swift a steed
As ever man rade on.
\SBALLADS Child 65D.17
\N1 He put his foot into the stirrup,
He bounded for to ride;
The silver buttons lap of his breast,
And his nose began to bleed.
\SBALLADS Child 65D.18
\N1 He bursted f+ifteen gude stout steeds,
And four o them were dappled gray,
And the little foot-page ran aye before,
Crying, Mend it, an ye may!
\SBALLADS Child 65D.19
\N1 When he came to the bale-f+ire,
He lighted wi a glent,
Wi black boots and clean spurs,
And through the f+ire he went.
\SBALLADS Child 65D.20
\N1 He laid ae arm about her neck,
And the other beneath her chin;
He thought to get a kiss o her,
But her middle it gade in twain.
\SBALLADS Child 65D.21
\N1 `But who has been so false,' he said,
`And who has been sae cruel,
To carry the timber from my ain wood
To burn my dearest jewel?
\SBALLADS Child 65D.22
\N1 `But I\'ll burn for ye, Lady Margery,
Yeer father and yeer mother;
And I\'ll burn for ye, Lady Margery,
Yeer sister and yeer brother.
\SBALLADS Child 65D.23
\N1 `I\'ll do for ye, Lady Margery,
What never was done for nane;
I\'ll make many lady lemanless,
And many a clothing thin.
\SBALLADS Child 65D.24
\N1 `And I\'ll burn for yeer sake, Lady Margery,
The town that yeer burnt in,
And [make] many a baby fatherless,
That\'s naething o the blame.'
\LBALLADS Child 65E.1
\N1 LADY MARJORY was her mother\'s only daughter,
Her father\'s only heir, O
And she is awa to Strawberry Castle,
To get some unco lair. O
\SBALLADS Child 65E.2
\N1 She had na been in Strawberry Castle
A twelve month and a day,
Till Lady Marjory she gaes wi child,
As big as she can gae.
\SBALLADS Child 65E.3
\N1 Word is to her father gone,
Before he got on his shoon,
That Lady Marjory she gaes wi child,
And it is to an Irish groom.
\SBALLADS Child 65E.4
\N1 But word is to her mother gane,
Before that she gat on her gown,
That Lady Marjorie she goes wi child,
To a lord of high renown.
\SBALLADS Child 65E.5
\N1 `O wha will put on the pot?' they said,
`Or wha will put on the pan?
Or wha will put on a bauld, bauld f+ire,
To burn Lady Marjorie in?'
\SBALLADS Child 65E.6
\N1 Her father he put on the pot,
Her sister put on the pan,
And her brother he put on a bauld, bauld f+ire,
To burn Lady Marjorie in;
And her mother she sat in a golden chair,
To see her daughter burn.
\SBALLADS Child 65E.7
\N1 `But where will I get a pretty little boy,
That will win hose and shoon,
That will go quickly to Strawberry Castle
And bid my lord come doun?'
\SBALLADS Child 65E.8
\N1 `O here am I a pretty boy,
That\'ll win hose and shoon,
That will rin quickly to Strawberry Castle,
And bid thy lord come doun.'
\SBALLADS Child 65E.9
\N1 O when he came to broken brigs,
He bent his bow and swam,
And when he came to good dry land,
He let down his foot and ran.
\SBALLADS Child 65E.10
\N1 When he came to Strawberry Castle,
He tirled at the pin;
None was so ready as the gay lord himsell
To open and let him in.
\SBALLADS Child 65E.11
\N1 `O is there any of my towers burnt?
Or any of my castles broken?
Or is Lady Marjorie brought to bed,
Of a daughter or a son?'
\SBALLADS Child 65E.12
\N1 `O there is nane of thy towers burnt,
Nor nane of thy castles broken,
But Lady Marjorie is condemned to die,
To be burnt in a f+ire of oaken.'
\SBALLADS Child 65E.13
\N1 `O gar saddle to me the black,' he said,
`Gar saddle to me the brown;
Gar saddle to me the swiftest steed
That eer carried a man from town.'
\SBALLADS Child 65E.14
\N1 He left the black into the slap,
The brown into the brae,
But fair fa that bonny apple-gray
That carried this gay lord away!
\SBALLADS Child 65E.15
\N1 He took a little horn out of his pocket,
And he blew \'t both loud and shrill,
And the little life that was in her,
She hearkend to it full weel.
\SBALLADS Child 65E.16
\N1 `Beet on, beet on, my brother dear,
I value you not one straw,
For yonder comes my own true-love,
I hear his horn blaw.
\SBALLADS Child 65E.17
\N1 `Beet on, beet on, my father dear,
I value you not a pin,
For yonder comes my own true-love,
I hear his bridle ring.'
\SBALLADS Child 65E.18
\N1 But when he came into the place,
He lap unto the wa;
He thought to get a kiss o her bonny lips,
But her body fell in twa.
\SBALLADS Child 65E.19
\N1 `Oh vow, oh vow, oh vow,' he said,
`Oh vow but ye\'ve been cruel!
Ye\'ve taken the timber out of my own wood
And burnt my ain dear jewel.
\SBALLADS Child 65E.20
\N1 `Now for thy sake, Lady Marjorie,
I\'ll burn both father and mother;
And for thy sake, Lady Marjorie,
I\'ll burn both sister and brother.
\SBALLADS Child 65E.21
\N1 `And for thy sake, Lady Marjorie,
I\'ll burn both kith and kin;
But I will remember the pretty little boy
That did thy errand rin.'
\LBALLADS Child 65F.1
\N1 FAIR MARJORY\R\'\rS gaen into the school,
Between six and seven,
An she\'s come back richt big wi bairn,
Between twalve and eleven.
\SBALLADS Child 65F.2
\N1 It\'s out then sprung her mither dear,
Stood stately on the f+lure:
`Ye\'re welcum back, young Marjory,
But ye\'re sune becum a hure.'
\SBALLADS Child 65F.3
\N1 `I\'m not a hure, mither,' she said,
`Nor ever intend to be;
But I\'m wi child to a gentleman,
An he swears he\'ll marry me.'
\SBALLADS Child 65F.4
\N1 [It\'s out then sprung her father dear,
Stood stately on the f+lure:
`Ye\'re welcum back, young Marjory,
But ye\'re sune becum a hure.'
\SBALLADS Child 65F.5
\N1 `I\'m not a hure, father,' she said,
`Nor ever intend to be;
But I\'m wi child to a gentleman,
An he swears he will marry me.'
\SBALLADS Child 65F.6
\N1 It\'s out then sprung her brother dear,
Stood stately on the f+lure:
`Ye\'re welcum back, young Marjory,
But ye\'re sune becum a hure.'
\SBALLADS Child 65F.7
\N1 `I\'m not a hure, brother,' she said,
`Nor ever intend to be;
But I\'m wi child to a gentleman,
An he swears he will marry me.'
\SBALLADS Child 65F.8
\N1 It\'s out then sprung her sister dear,
Stood stately on the f+lure:
`Ye\'re welcum back, young Marjory,
But ye\'re sune becum a hure.'
\SBALLADS Child 65F.9
\N1 `I\'m not a hure, sister,' she said,
`Nor ever intend to be;]
Ye\'re but a young woman, sister,
An ye shuld speak sparinlie.'
\SBALLADS Child 65F.10
\N1 Her father\'s to the grene-wude gaen,
Her brither\'s to the brume;
An her mither sits in her gowden chair,
To see her dochter burn.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 65F.11
\N1 . . . . . .
. . . . .
The sister she culd do naething,
And she sat down to greet.
\SBALLADS Child 65F.12
\N1 `Oh whare will I get a bonny boy,
That will win hose an shoon,
That wull rin to Strawberry Castle for me,
And bid my true-love come?'
\SBALLADS Child 65F.13
\N1 It\'s out than spak a bonny boy,
That stude richt at her knee:
`It\'s I wull rin your errand, ladie,
Wi the saut tear i my ee.'
\SBALLADS Child 65F.14
\N1 It\'s whan he cam to broken brigg,
He bent his bow an swam,
An whan he cam whare green grass grew,
Set doon his feet an ran.
\SBALLADS Child 65F.15
\N1 An whan he cam to Strawberry Castle,
He thirled at the pin,
An aye sae ready as the porter was
To rise and let him in.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 65F.16
\N1 `Gae saddle to me the black,' he says,
`Gae saddle to me the broun;
Gae saddle to me the swiftest steed
That eer set fute on grun.'
\SBALLADS Child 65F.17
\N1 It\'s f+irst he burst the bonny black,
An syne the bonny broun,
But the dapple-gray rade still away,
Till he cam to the toun.
\SBALLADS Child 65F.18
\N1 An aye he rade, an aye he rade,
An aye away he f+lew,
Till the siller buttons f+lew off his coat;
He took out his horn an blew.
\SBALLADS Child 65F.19
\N1 An aye he blew, an aye he blew,
He blew baith loud an shrill,
An the little life that Marjory had,
She heard his horn blaw weel.
\SBALLADS Child 65F.20
\N1 `Beik on, beik on, cruel mither,' she said,
`For I value you not a straw;
For if ever I heard my love in my life,
He\'s comin here awa.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 65F.21
\N1 When he cam unto the f+lames
He jamp in, butes and a\';
He thocht to hae kissd her red rosy lips,
But her body broke in twa.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 65F.22
\N1 I\'ll burn for thy sake, Marjory,
The toun that thou lies in;
An I\'ll mak the baby fatherless,
For I\'ll throw mysel therein.
\LBALLADS Child 65G.1
* * * * *
\N1 `MY father was the f+irst good man
Who tied me to a stake;
My mother was the f+irst good woman
Who did the f+ire make.
\SBALLADS Child 65G.2
\N1 `My brother was the next good man
Who did the f+ire fetch;
My sister was the next good woman
Who lighted it with a match.
\SBALLADS Child 65G.3
\N1 `They blew the f+ire, they kindled the f+ire,
Till it did reach my knee:
"[O mother, mother, quench the f+ire!
The smoke will smother me."]
\SBALLADS Child 65G.4
\N1 `O had I but my little foot-page,
My errand he would run;
He would run unto gay London,
And bid my lord come home.'
\SBALLADS Child 65G.5
\N1 Then there stood by her sister\'s child,
Her own dear sister\'s son:
`O many an errand I\'ve run for thee,
And but this one I\'ll run.'
\SBALLADS Child 65G.6
\N1 He ran, where the bridge was broken down
He bent his bow and swam;
He swam till he came to the good green turf,
He up on his feet and ran.
\SBALLADS Child 65G.7
\N1 He ran till he came at his uncle\'s hall;
His uncle sat at his meat:
`Good mete, good mete, good uncle, I pray,
O if you knew what I\'d got to say,
How little would you eat!'
\SBALLADS Child 65G.8
\N1 `O is my castle broken down,
Or is my tower won?
Or is my gay lady brought o bed,
Of a daughter or a son?'
\SBALLADS Child 65G.9
\N1 `Your castle is not broken down,
Your tower it is not won;
Your gay lady is not brought to bed,
Of a daughter or a son.
\SBALLADS Child 65G.10
\N1 `But she has sent you a gay gold ring,
With a posy round the rim,
To know, if you have any love for her,
You\'ll come to her burning.'
\SBALLADS Child 65G.11
\N1 He called down his merry men all,
By one, by two, by three;
He mounted on his milk-white steed,
To go to Margery.
\SBALLADS Child 65G.12
\N1 They blew the f+ire, they kindled the f+ire,
Till it did reach her head:
`O mother, mother, quench the f+ire!
For I am nearly dead.'
\SBALLADS Child 65G.13
\N1 She turned her head on her left shoulder,
Saw her girdle hang on the tree:
`O God bless them that gave me that!
They\'ll never give more to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 65G.14
\N1 She turned her head on her right shoulder,
Saw her lord come riding home:
`O quench the f+ire, my dear mother!
For I am nearly gone.'
\SBALLADS Child 65G.15
\N1 He mounted off his milk-white steed,
And into the f+ire he ran,
Thinking to save his gay ladye,
But he had staid too long.
\LBALLADS Child 65H.1
\N1 THERE stands a stane in wan water,
It\'s lang ere it grew green;
Lady Maisry sits in her bower door,
Sewing at her silken seam.
\SBALLADS Child 65H.2
\N1 Word\'s gane to her mother\'s kitchen,
And to her father\'s ha,
That Lady Maisry is big wi bairn-+-
And her true-love\'s far awa.
\SBALLADS Child 65H.3
\N1 When her brother got word of this,
Then f+iercely looked he:
`Betide me life, betide me death,
At Maisry\'s bower I\'se be.
\SBALLADS Child 65H.4
\N1 `Gae saddle to me the black, the black,
Gae saddle to me the brown;
Gae saddle to me the swiftest steed,
To hae me to the town.'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.5
\N1 When he came to Maisry\'s bower,
He turnd him round about,
And at a little shott-window,
He saw her peeping out.
\SBALLADS Child 65H.6
\N1 `Gude morrow, gude morrow, Lady Maisry,
God make you safe and free!'
`Gude morrow, gude morrow, my brother dear,
What are your wills wi me?'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.7
\N1 `What\'s come o a\' your green claithing,
Was ance for you too side?
And what\'s become o your lang stays,
Was ance for you too wide?'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.8
\N1 `O he that made my claithing short,
I hope he\'ll make them side;
And he that made my stays narrow,
I hope he\'ll make them wide.'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.9
\N1 `O is it to a lord o might,
Or baron o high degree?
Or is it to any o your father\'s boys,
Rides in the chase him wi?'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.10
\N1 `It\'s no to any Scottish lord,
Nor baron o high degree;
But English James, that little prince,
That has beguiled me.'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.11
\N1 `O was there not a Scots baron
That could hae f+itted thee,
That thus you\'ve lovd an Englishman,
And has affronted me?'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.12
\N1 She turnd her right and round about,
The tear blinded her ee:
`What is the wrang I\'ve done, brother,
Ye look sae f+ierce at me?'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.13
\N1 `Will ye forsake that English blude,
When your young babe is born?'
`I\'ll nae do that, my brother dear,
Tho I shoud be forlorn.'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.14
\N1 `I\'se cause a man put up the f+ire,
Anither ca in the stake,
And on the head o yon high hill
I\'ll burn you for his sake.
\SBALLADS Child 65H.15
\N1 `O where are all my wall-wight men,
That I pay meat and fee,
For to hew down baith thistle and thorn,
To burn that lady wi?'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.16
\N1 Then he has taen her, Lady Maisry,
And fast he has her bound;
And he causd the f+iercest o his men
Drag her frae town to town.
\SBALLADS Child 65H.17
\N1 Then he has causd ane of his men
Hew down baith thistle and thorn;
She carried the peats in her petticoat-lap,
Her ainsell for to burn.
\SBALLADS Child 65H.18
\N1 Then ane pat up this big bauld f+ire,
Anither ca\'d in the stake;
It was to burn her Lady Maisry,
All for her true-love\'s sake.
\SBALLADS Child 65H.19
\N1 But it fell ance upon a day,
Prince James he thought full lang;
He minded on the lady gay
He left in fair Scotland.
\SBALLADS Child 65H.20
\N1 `O where will I get a little wee boy,
Will win gowd to his fee,
That will rin on to Adam\'s high tower,
Bring tidings back to me?'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.21
\N1 `O here am I, a little wee boy,
Will win gowd to my fee,
That will rin on to Adam\'s high tower,
Bring tidings back to thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.22
\N1 Then he is on to Adam\'s high tower,
As fast as gang coud he,
And he but only wan in time
The fatal sight to see.
\SBALLADS Child 65H.23
\N1 He sat his bent bow to his breast,
And ran right speedilie,
And he is back to his master,
As fast as gang coud he.
\SBALLADS Child 65H.24
\N1 `What news, what news, my little wee boy?
What news hae ye to me?'
`Bad news, bad news, my master dear,
Bad news, as ye will see.'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.25
\N1 `Are ony o my biggins brunt, my boy?
Or ony o my towers won?
Or is my lady lighter yet,
O dear daughter or son?'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.26
\N1 `There\'s nane o your biggins brunt, master,
Nor nane o your towers won,
Nor is your lady lighter yet,
O dear daughter nor son.
\SBALLADS Child 65H.27
\N1 `There\'s an has been [put up] a big bauld f+ire,
Anither ca\'d in the stake,
And on the head o yon high hill,
They\'re to burn her for your sake.'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.28
\N1 `Gae saddle to me the black, the black,
Gae saddle to me the brown;
Gae saddle to me the swiftest steed,
To hae me to the town.'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.29
\N1 Ere he was three miles near the town,
She heard his horse-foot patt:
`Mend up the f+ire, my fause brother,
It scarce comes to my pap.'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.30
\N1 Ere he was twa miles near the town,
She heard his bridle ring:
`Mend up the f+ire, my fause brother,
It scarce comes to my chin.
\SBALLADS Child 65H.31
\N1 `But look about, my fause brother,
Ye see not what I see;
I see them coming here, or lang
Will mend the f+ire for thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.32
\N1 Then up it comes him little Prince James,
And f+iercely looked he:
`I\'se make my love\'s words very true
She said concerning me.
\SBALLADS Child 65H.33
\N1 `O wha has been sae bauld,' he said,
`As put this bonf+ire on?
And wha has been sae bauld,' he said,
`As put that lady in?'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.34
\N1 Then out it spake her brother then,
He spoke right furiouslie;
Says, I\'m the man that put her in:
Wha dare hinder me?
\SBALLADS Child 65H.35
\N1 `If my hands had been loose,' she said,
`As they are fastly bound,
I woud hae looted me to the ground,
Gien you up your bonny young son.'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.36
\N1 `I will burn, for my love\'s sake,
Her father and her mother;
And I will burn, for my love\'s sake,
Her sister and her brother.
\SBALLADS Child 65H.37
\N1 `And I will burn, for my love\'s sake,
The whole o a\' her kin;
And I will burn, for my love\'s sake,
Thro Linkum and thro Lin.
\SBALLADS Child 65H.38
\N1 `And mony a bed will I make toom,
And bower will I make thin;
And mony a babe shall thole the f+ire,
For I may enter in.'
\SBALLADS Child 65H.39
\N1 Great meen was made for Lady Maisry,
On that hill whare she was slain;
But mair was for her ain true-love,
On the f+ields for he ran brain.
\LBALLADS Child 65I.1
\N1 THERE lived a lady in Scotland,
\SBALLADS Child 65I.1r
\N1 Hey my love and ho my joy
\SBALLADS Child 65I.1
\N2 There lived a lady in Scotland,
\SBALLADS Child 65I.1r
\N2 Who dearly loved me
\SBALLADS Child 65I.1
\N3 There lived a lady in Scotland,
An she\'s fa\'n in love wi an Englishman,
\SBALLADS Child 65I.1r
\N3 And bonnie Susie Cleland is to be burnt in Dundee
\SBALLADS Child 65I.2
\N1 The father unto the daughter came,
\SBALLADS Child 65I.2r
\N1 Who dearly loved me
\SBALLADS Child 65I.2
\N2 Saying, Will you forsake that Englishman?
\SBALLADS Child 65I.3
\N1 `If you will not that Englishman forsake,
\SBALLADS Child 65I.3r
\N1 Who dearly loved me
\SBALLADS Child 65I.3
\N2 O I will burn you at a stake.'
\SBALLADS Child 65I.4
\N1 `I will not that Englishman forsake,
\SBALLADS Child 65I.4r
\N1 Who dearly loved me
\SBALLADS Child 65I.4
\N2 Tho you should burn me at a stake.
\SBALLADS Child 65I.5
\N1 `O where will I get a pretty little boy,
\SBALLADS Child 65I.5r
\N1 Who dearly loves me
\SBALLADS Child 65I.5
\N2 Who will carry tidings to my joy?'
\SBALLADS Child 65I.6
\N1 `Here am I, a pretty little boy,
\SBALLADS Child 65I.6r
\N1 Who dearly loves thee
\SBALLADS Child 65I.6
\N2 Who will carry tidings to thy joy.'
\SBALLADS Child 65I.7
\N1 `Give to him this right-hand glove,
\SBALLADS Child 65I.7r
\N1 Who dearly loves me
\SBALLADS Child 65I.7
\N2 Tell him to get another love.
\SBALLADS Child 65I.7r
\N2 For, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 65I.8
\N1 `Give to him this little penknife,
\SBALLADS Child 65I.8r
\N1 Who dearly loves me
\SBALLADS Child 65I.8
\N2 Tell him to get another wife.
\SBALLADS Child 65I.8r
\N2 For, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 65I.9
\N1 `Give to him this gay gold ring;
\SBALLADS Child 65I.9r
\N1 Who dearly loves me
\SBALLADS Child 65I.9
\N2 Tell him I\'m going to my burning.'
\SBALLADS Child 65I.9r
\N2 An, etc\.
\SBALLADS Child 65I.10
\N1 The brother did the stake make,
\SBALLADS Child 65I.10r
\N1 Who dearly loved me
\SBALLADS Child 65I.10
\N2 The father did the f+ire set.
\SBALLADS Child 65I.10r
\N2 An bonnie Susie Cleland was burnt in Dundee.
\LBALLADS Child 65[J.1]
\N1 Lady Margery was the king\'s ae daughter,
But an the prince\'s heir; O
She\'s away to Strawberry Castle,
To learn some English lair.  O
\SBALLADS Child 65[J.2]
\N1 She had not been in Strawberry Castle
A twelvemonth and a day
Till she\'s even as big wi child
As ever a lady could gae.
\SBALLADS Child 65[J.3]
\N1 Her father\'s to the cutting o the birks,
Her mother to the broom,
And a\' for to get a bundle o sticks
To burn that fair lady in.
\SBALLADS Child 65[J.4]
\N1 `O hold your hand now, father dear,
O hold a little while,
For if my true-love be yet alive
I\'ll hear his bridle ring.
\SBALLADS Child 65[J.5]
\N1 `Where will I get a bonny boy,
That will win hoes and shoon,
That will run to Strawberry Castle
And tell my love to come?'
\SBALLADS Child 65[J.6]
\N1 She\'s called on her waiting-maid
To bring out bread and wine:
`Now eat and drink, my bonny boy,
Ye\'ll neer eat mair o mine.'
\SBALLADS Child 65[J.7]
\N1 Away that bonny boy he\'s gaen,
As fast as he could rin;
When he cam where grass grew green
Set down his feet and ran.
\SBALLADS Child 65[J.8]
\N1 And when he cam where brigs were broken
He bent his bow and swam;
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 65[J.9]
\N1 When he came to Strawberry Castle,
He lighted on the green;
Who was so ready as the noble lord
To rise and let the boy in!
\SBALLADS Child 65[J.10]
\N1 `What news? what new, my pretty page?
What tydings do ye bring?
Is my lady lighter yet
Of a daughter or a son?'
\SBALLADS Child 65[J.11]
\N1 `Bad news, bad news, my noble lord,
Bad tydings have I brung;
The fairest lady in a\' Scotland
This day for you does burn.'
\SBALLADS Child 65[J.12]
\N1 He has mounted a stately steed
And he was bound to ride;
The silver buttons f+lew off his coat
And his nose began to bleed.
\SBALLADS Child 65[J.13]
\N1 The second steed that lord mounted
Stumbled at a stone;
`Alass! alass!' he cried with grief,
`My lady will be gone.'
\SBALLADS Child 65[J.14]
\N1 When he came from Strawberry Castle
He lighted boots and a\';
He thought to have goten a kiss from her,
But her body fell in twa.
\SBALLADS Child 65[J.15]
\N1 For the sake o Lady Margery
He\'s cursed her father and mother,
For the sake o Lady Margery
He\'s cursed her sister and brother.
\SBALLADS Child 65[J.16]
\N1 And for the sake o Lady Margery
He\'s cursed all her kin;
He cried, Scotland is the ae warst place
That ever my f+it was in!
\LBALLADS Child 65[K.1]
\N1 Marjorie was fer father\'s dear,
Her mother\'s only heir,
An she\'s away to Strawberry Castle,
To learn some unco lear.
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.2]
\N1 She had na been i Strawberry Castle
A year but barely three
Till Marjorie turnd big wi child,
As big as big could be.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.3]
\N1 `Will ye hae that old, old man
To be yer daily mate,
Or will ye burn in f+ire strong
For your true lover\'s sake?'
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.4]
\N1 `I winna marry that old, old man
To be my daily mate;
I\'ll rather burn i f+ire strong
For my true lover\'s sake.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.5]
\N1 `O where will I get a bonnie boy
That will win hose an shoon
An will gae rin to Strawberry Castle,
To gar my good lord come soon?'
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.6]
\N1 `Here am I, a bonnie boy
That will win hose an shoon,
An I\'ll gae rin to Strawberry Castle,
And gar your lord come soon.'
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.7]
\N1 `Should ye come to a brocken brig,
Than bend your bow an swim;
An whan ye com to garse growin
Set down yer feet an rin.'
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.8]
\N1 When eer he came to brigs broken,
He bent his bow an swam,
And whan he cam to grass growin
He set down his feet an ran.
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.7]
\N1 When eer he cam to Strawberry Castle
He tirlt at the pin;
There was nane sae ready as that young lord
To open an let him in.
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.8]
\N1 `Is there ony o my brigs broken?
Or ony o my castle win?
Or is my lady brought to bed
Of a daughter or a son?'
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.9]
\N1 `There\'s nane o a\' yer brigs broken,
Ther\'s nane of your castles win;
But the fairest lady in a\' your land
This day for you will burn.'
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.10]
\N1 `Gar saddle me the black, black horse,
Gar saddle me the brown,
Gar saddle me the swiftest stead
That eer carried man to town.'
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.11]
\N1 He\'s burstit the black unto the slack,
The grey unto the brae,
An ay the page that ran afore
Cried, Ride, sir, an ye may.
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.12]
\N1 Her father kindlet the bale-f+ire,
Her brother set the stake,
Her mother sat an saw her burn,
An never cired Alack!
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.13]
\N1 `Beet on, beet [on], my cruel father,
For you I cound nae friend;
But for f+ifteen well mete mile
I\'ll hear my love\'s bridle ring.'
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.14]
\N1 When he cam to the bonnie Dundee,
He lightit wi a glent;
Wi jet-black boots an glittrin spurs
Through that bale-f+ire he went.
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.15]
\N1 He thought his love wad hae datit him,
But she was dead an gane;
He was na sae wae for the lady
As he was for her yong son.
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.16]
\N1 `But I\'ll gar burn for you, Marjorie,
Yer father an yer mother,
An I\'ll gar burn for you, Marjorie,
Your sister an your brother.
\SBALLADS Child 65[K.17]
\N1 `An I will burn for you, Marjorie,
The town that ye\'r brunt in,
An monie ane\'s be fatherless
That has but little sin.'
\LBALLADS Child 66A.1
\N1 LORD INGRAM and Chiel Wyet
Was baith born in one bower;
Laid baith their hearts on one lady,
The less was their honour.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.2
\N1 Chiel Wyet and Lord Ingram
Was baith born in one hall;
Laid baith their hearts on one lady,
The worse did them befall.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.3
\N1 Lord Ingram wood her Lady Maisery
From father and from mother;
Lord Ingram wood her Lady Maisery
From sister and from brother.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.4
\N1 Lord Ingram wood her Lady Maisery
With leave of a\' her kin;
And every one gave full consent,
But she said no to him.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.5
\N1 Lord Ingram wood her Lady Maisery
Into her father\'s ha;
Chiel Wyet wood her Lady Maisery
Amang the sheets so sma.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.6
\N1 Now it fell out upon a day,
She was dressing her head,
That ben did come her father dear,
Wearing the gold so red.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.7
\N1 He said, Get up now, Lady Maisery,
Put on your wedding gown;
For Lord Ingram he will be here,
Your wedding must be done.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.8
\N1 `I\'d rather be Chiel Wyet\'s wife,
The white f+ish for to sell,
Before I were Lord Ingram\'s wife,
To wear the silk so well.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.9
\N1 `I\'d rather be Chiel Wyet\'s wife,
With him to beg my bread,
Before I were Lord Ingram\'s wife,
To wear the gold so red.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.10
\N1 `Where will I get a bonny boy,
Will win gold to his fee,
And will run unto Chiel Wyet\'s,
With this letter from me?'
\SBALLADS Child 66A.11
\N1 `O here I am, the boy,' says one,
`Will win gold to my fee,
And carry away any letter
To Chiel Wyet from thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 66A.12
\N1 And when he found the bridges broke,
He bent his bow and swam;
And when he found the grass growing,
He hastened and he ran.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.13
\N1 And when he came to Chiel Wyet\'s castle,
He did not knock nor call,
But set his bent bow to his breast,
And lightly leaped the wall;
And ere the porter opend the gate,
The boy was in the hall.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.14
\N1 The f+irst line he looked on,
A grieved man was he;
The next line he looked on,
A tear blinded his ee:
Says, I wonder what ails my one brother
He\'ll not let my love be!
\SBALLADS Child 66A.15
\N1 `But I\'ll send to my brother\'s bridal-+-
The bacon shall be mine-+-
Full four and twenty buck and roe,
And ten tun of the wine;
And bid my love be blythe and glad,
And I will follow syne.'
\SBALLADS Child 66A.16
\N1 There was not a groom about that castle
But got a gown of green,
And all was blythe, and all was glad,
But Lady Maisery she was neen.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.17
\N1 There was no cook about that kitchen
But got a gown of gray,
And all was blythe, and all was glad,
But Lady Maisery was wae.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.18
\N1 Between Mary Kirk and that castle
Was all spread ower with garl,
To keep Lady Maisery and her maidens
From tramping on the marl.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.19
\N1 From Mary Kirk and that castle
Was spread a cloth of gold,
To keep Lady Maisery and her maidens
From treading on the mold.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.20
\N1 When mass was sung, and bells was rung,
And all men bound for bed,
Then Lord Ingram and Lady Maisery
In one bed they were laid.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.21
\N1 When they were laid into their bed-+-
It was baith soft and warm-+-
He laid his hand over her side,
Says, I think you are with bairn.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.22
\N1 `I told you once, so did I twice,
When ye came me to woo,
That Chiel Wyet, your one brother,
One night lay in my bower.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.23
\N1 `I told you twice, I told you thrice,
Ere ye came me to wed,
That Chiel Wyet, your one brother,
One night lay in my bed.'
\SBALLADS Child 66A.24
\N1 `O will you father your bairn on me,
And on no other man?
And I\'ll give him to his dowry
Full f+ifty ploughs of land.'
\SBALLADS Child 66A.25
\N1 `I will not father my bairn on you,
Nor on no wrongeous man,
Though ye would give him to his dowry
Five thousand ploughs of land.'
\SBALLADS Child 66A.26
\N1 Then up did start him Chiel Wyet,
Shed by his yellow hair,
And gave Lord Ingram to the heart
A deep wound and a sair.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.27
\N1 Then up did start him Lord Ingram,
Shed by his yellow hair,
And gave Chiel Wyet to the heart
A deep wound and a sair.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.28
\N1 There was no pity for that two lords,
Where they were lying slain;
But all was for her Lady Maisery,
In that bower she gaed brain.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.29
\N1 There was no pity for that two lords,
When they were lying dead;
But all was for her Lady Maisery,
In that bower she went mad.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.30
\N1 Said, Get to me a cloak of cloth,
A staff of good hard tree;
If I have been an evil woman,
I shall beg till I dee.
\SBALLADS Child 66A.31
\N1 `For a bit I\'ll beg for Chiel Wyet,
For Lord Ingram I\'ll beg three;
All for the good and honorable marriage
At Mary Kirk he gave me.'
\LBALLADS Child 66B.1
\N1 LORD INGRAM and Gil Viett
Were baith born in ae ha;
They laid their love on ae lady,
An fate they coud na fa.
\SBALLADS Child 66B.2
\N1 Lord Ingram and Gil Viett
Were baith laid in ae wame;
They laid their love on ae lady,
The greater was their shame.
\SBALLADS Child 66B.3
\N1 Lord Ingram wood her Lady Masery
Frae father and frae mither;
Gill Viett wood her Lady Masery
Frae sister and frae brither.
\SBALLADS Child 66B.4
\N1 Lord Ingram courted her Lady Masery
Among the company a\';
Gill Viett he wood her Lady Masery
Among the sheets so sma.
\SBALLADS Child 66B.5
\N1 `Get up, my daughter dear,
Put on your bridal gown;
This day\'s your bridal day
Wi Lord Ingram.'
\SBALLADS Child 66B.6
\N1 `How can I get up,
An put on my bridal gown,
Or how marry the ae brither,
An the tither\'s babe in my womb?'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 66B.7
\N1 `O laugh you at mysell, brither,
Or at my companie?
Or laugh ye at my bonnie bride,
She wad na laugh at thee?'
\SBALLADS Child 66B.8
\N1 `I laugh na at yoursel, brither,
Nor at your companie;
Nor laugh I at your buirlie bride,
She wad na laugh at me.
\SBALLADS Child 66B.9
\N1 `But there\'s a brotch on a breast-bane,
A garlan on ane\'s hair;
Gin ye kend what war under that,
Ye wad neer love woman mair.
\SBALLADS Child 66B.10
\N1 `There is a brotch on a breast-bane,
An roses on ane\'s sheen;
Gin ye kend what war under that,
Your love wad soon be deen.'
\SBALLADS Child 66B.11
\N1 Whan bells were rung, and mass was sung,
And a\' man boun to bed,
Lord Ingram and Lady Masery
In ae chamer were laid.
\SBALLADS Child 66B.12
\N1 He put his hand out oure his bonnie bride,
The babe between her sides did quake:
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 66B.13
\N1 `O father your babe on me, Lady Masery,
O father your babe on me.'
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 66B.14
\N1 `I may father my babe on a stock,
Sae may I on a stane,
But my babe shall never hae
A father but its ain.'
\SBALLADS Child 66B.15
\N1 He took out a brand,
And laid it atween them twa;
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 66B.16
\N1 Gill Viett took out a long brand,
And stroakd it oer a stro,
An thro and thro Lord Ingram\'s bodie
He made it come and go.
\SBALLADS Child 66B.17
\N1 `Wae mat worth ye, Gill Viett,
An ill died mat ye die!
For I had the cup in my hand
To hae drunken her oer to thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 66B.18
\N1 `[For] ae mile [I wad gae] for Gil Viett,
For Lord Ingram I wad hae gaen three;
An a\' for that in good kirk-door
Fair wedding he gave me.'
\SBALLADS Child 66B.19
\N1 Gil Viett took a long brand,
An stroakd it on a stro,
An through and thro his own bodie
He made it come and go.
\SBALLADS Child 66B.20
\N1 There was nae mean made for that godd lords,
In bowr whar they lay slain,
But a\' was for that lady,
In bowr whar she gaed brain.
\SBALLADS Child 66B.21
\N1 There was nae mean made for that lady,
In bowr whar she lay dead,
But a\' was for the bonnie babe
That lay blabbering in her bleed.
\LBALLADS Child 66C.1
\N1 LADY MAISDRY was a lady fair,
She maid her mither\'s bed;
Auld Ingram was an aged knight,
And hee sought her to wed.
\SBALLADS Child 66C.2
\N1 `'Tis I forbid ye, Auld Ingram,
For to seek me to spouse;
For Lord Wayets, your sister\'s son,
Has been into my bowrs.
\SBALLADS Child 66C.3
\N1 `'Tis I forbid ye, Auld Ingram,
For to seek me to wed;
For Lord Wayets, your sister\'s son,
Has been into my bed.'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.4
\N1 `'Tis he has bought to this lady
The robes of the brown;
`And ever alas,' says this lady,
`The robs will pit mee down!'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.5
\N1 And he has bought to this lady
The robs of the red;
`And ever alas,' says this lady,
`The robs will be my dead!'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.6
\N1 And he has bought to this lady
The chrystal and the lammer,
Sae has hee bought to her mither
The curches of the cammer.
\SBALLADS Child 66C.7
\N1 Every ane o her se\'n brethren
They had a hawk in hand,
And every lady i the place
They got a goud garland.
\SBALLADS Child 66C.8
\N1 Every cuk in that kitchen
They gat a noble claith;
A\' was blyth at Auld Ingram\'s cuming,
But Lady Maisdrey was wraith.
\SBALLADS Child 66C.9
\N1 `Whare will I get a bonny boy,
Wad fain wun hos and shoon,
That wud rin on to my Wayets,
And quickly cume again?'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.10
\N1 `Here am I, a bonny boy,
Wad fain wun hoes and shoon,
Wha wull rin on to your Wayets,
And quickly cume again.'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.11
\N1 `Ye\'l bid him, and ye\'l pray him baith,
Gif ony prayer can dee,
To Mary Kirk to cume the morn,
My weary wadding to see.'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.12
\N1 Lord Wayets lay our his castle wa,
Beheld baith dale and down,
And he beheld a bonny boy
Cume rinnen to the town.
\SBALLADS Child 66C.13
\N1 `What news, what news, ye bonny boy?
What news ye hae to mee?
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 66C.14
\N1 `O is my ladie\'s fauldis brunt?
Or is her towrs wun?
Or is my Maisdrey lighter yet
A dear dochter or sun?'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.15
\N1 `Your ladie\'s faulds they are not brunt,
Nor yet are her towrs wun,
Neither is Maisdrey lighter yet
A dear dochter or sun.
\SBALLADS Child 66C.16
\N1 `But she bids ye and she prays ye baith,
Gif ony prayer can dee,
To Mary Kirk to cume the morn,
Her weary wadding to see.'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.17
\N1 He dung the boord up wi his f+it,
Sae did he wi his tae;
The silver cup that sat upon\'t
I the f+ire he gard it f+lee:
`O what na a lord in a\' Scotland
Dare marry my Maisdrey?'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.18
\N1 `O \'tis but a feeble thought
To tell the tane and not the tither;
O \'tis but a feeble thought
To tell \'tis your mither\'s brither.'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.19
\N1 `'Tis I wull send to that wadding,
And I wul follow syne,
The f+itches o the fallow deer
An the gammons o the swine,
An the nine hides o the noble cow;
\'Twas slain in season time.
\SBALLADS Child 66C.20
\N1 `'Tis I wul send to that wadding
Ten ton of the red wyne;
Much more I\'ll send to that wadding,
An I wul follow syne.'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.21
\N1 When he came in unto the ha,
Lady Maisdrey she did ween,
And twenty times he kist her mou
Before Auld Ingram\'s een.
\SBALLADS Child 66C.22
\N1 Nor to the kirk she wud ne gae,
Nor til\'t she wudn ride,
Till four and twunty men she gat her before,
An twunty on ilka side,
An four and twunty milk-white dows
To f+lee aboon her head.
\SBALLADS Child 66C.23
\N1 A loud laughter gae Lord Wayets
Mang the mids o his men:
`Marry the lady wham they weel,
A maiden she is nane.'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.24
\N1 `O laugh ye at my men, Wayets?
Or di ye laugh at me?
Or laugh ye at the beerly bride,
That\'s gane to marry me?'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.25
\N1 `I laugh na at your men, uncle,
Nor yet dive I at thee,
Bit I laugh at my lands sae braid,
Sae weel\'s I do them see.'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.26
\N1 Whan ene was cume, and ene-bells rung,
An a\' man gane to bed,
The bride bit and the silly bridegroom
In chambers they were laid.
\SBALLADS Child 66C.27
\N1 Was na it a fell thing for to see,
Twa heads lye on a coad,
Lady Maisdrey like the moten goud,
Auld Ingram like a toad?
\SBALLADS Child 66C.28
\N1 He turnd his face unto the stock,
And sound he fell asleep;
She turnd her fair face unto the wa,
An sa\'t tears she did weep.
\SBALLADS Child 66C.29
\N1 It fell about the mark midnight,
Auld Ingram began to turn him;
He pat his hands on\'s lady\'s sides,
An waly, sair was she murnin.
\SBALLADS Child 66C.30
\N1 `What aileth thee, my lady dear?
Ever alas and wae\'s me,
There is a baube betwixt thy sides!
O sae sair\'s it grieves me.'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.31
\N1 `Didn I tell ye that, Auld Ingram,
Or ye saught me to wed,
That Lord Wayets, your sister\'s son,
Had been into my bed?'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.32
\N1 `O father that bairn on me, Maisdrey,
O father it on me,
An ye sall hae a rigland shire
Your mornin\'s gift to bee.'
\SBALLADS Child 66C.33
\N1 `O sarbit,' says the Lady Maisdrey,
`That ever the like me befa,
To father my bairn on Auld Ingram,
Lord Wayets in my father\'s ha!
\SBALLADS Child 66C.34
\N1 `O sarbit,' says the Lady Maisdrey,
`That ever the like me betide,
To father my bairn on Auld Ingram,
An Lord Wayets beside!'
\LBALLADS Child 66D.1
\N1 LORD INGRAM and Childe Viat
Were both bred in one ha;
They laid their luves on one ladye,
And frae her they could na fa.
\SBALLADS Child 66D.2
\N1 Lord Ingram courted Lady Maisery,
He courted her frae ha to bower;
And even sae did Childe Viat,
Amang the summer f+lowers.
\SBALLADS Child 66D.3
\N1 Lord Ingram courted Ladye Maisery,
He courted her frae bower to ha;
And even sae did Childe Viat,
Among the sheets sae sma.
\SBALLADS Child 66D.4
\N1 Sir Ingram bought her Ladye Maisery
The steed that paid him well;
She wads he were ayont the sea,
Gin she had her true love.
\SBALLADS Child 66D.5
\N1 Lord Ingram bought her Lady Maisery
The knives hafted wi steel;
She wads they were in his heart\'s bluid,
Gin Childe Viat was weel.
\SBALLADS Child 66D.6
\N1 Lord Ingram bought her Lady Maisery
The golden knobbed gloves;
She wads they were ayone the sea,
Gin she had her true love.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 66D.7
\N1 `There\'s two swords in one scabbard,
They cost me many a pound;
Take you the best, leave me the worst,
We\'s f+ight till they be done.'
\SBALLADS Child 66D.8
\N1 The f+irsten stroke Lord Ingram gae,
He wounded Childe Viat nigh;
The nexten stroke Childe Viat gae,
Lord Ingram\'s head did f+lie;
And f+ifty feet oer a burken buss
Lord Ingram\'s head did f+lee.
\SBALLADS Child 66D.9
\N1 There was no mane made for these two lords,
In bower where they lay slain;
But all was for this fair ladie,
In bower where she gaed brain.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 66D.10
\N1 `For one word I would gie for Childe Viat,
For Lord Ingram I would gie three;
And it\'s a\' for the brave wedding
That he did to me gie.'
\LBALLADS Child 66E.1
\N1 LORD INGRAM and Childe vyet
Were baith born in ae bower;
They fell in love wi ae lady,
Their honour was but poor.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.2
\N1 Lord Ingram and Childe Vyet
Were baith bred in ae ha;
They laid their love on Lady Maisry,
The waur did them befa.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.3
\N1 Lord Ingram gained Lady Maisry
Frae father and frae mother;
Lord Ingram gained Lady Maisry
Frae sister and frae brother.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.4
\N1 Lord Ingram gained Lady Maisry
Frae a\' her kith and kin;
Lord Ingram courted Lady Maisry
But she said nay to him.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.5
\N1 Lord Ingram courted Lady Maisry
In the garden amo the f+lowers;
Childe Vyet courted Lady Maisry
Amo her ha\'s and bowers.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.6
\N1 Lord Ingram sent to Lady Maisry
A steed paced fu well;
She wishes he were ower the sea,
If Childe Vyet were well.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.7
\N1 Lord Ingram courted Lady Maisry
Frae her relations a\';
Childe Vyet courted Lady Maisry
Amo the sheets sae sma.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.8
\N1 Lord Ingram bought to Lady Maisry
The siller knapped gloves;
She wishd his hands might swell in them,
Had she her ain true love.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.9
\N1 Lord Ingram bought to Lady Maisry
The brands garnishd wi steel;
She wishd the same might pierce his heart,
Gin Childe Vyet were weell.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.10
\N1 Child vyet bought to Lady Maisry
The fancy ribbons sma;
She had mair delight in her sma fancy
Than o Lord Ingram, gowd and a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.11
\N1 Lord Ingram\'s gane to her father,
And thus he did complain:
`O am I doomd to die for love,
And nae be loved again?
\SBALLADS Child 66E.12
\N1 `I hae sent to you daughter
The steed paced fu well;
She wishes I were ower the sea,
Gin Childe Vyet were well.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.13
\N1 `I hae bought to your daughter
The siller knapped gloves;
She wishd my hands might swell in them,
Had she her ain true love.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.14
\N1 `I hae bought to your daughter
The brands garnishd wi steel;
She wishd the same might pierce my heart,
Gin Childe Vyet were weell.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.15
\N1 `Childe Vyet bought to your daughter
The fancy ribbons sma;
She\'s mair delight in her sma fancy
Nor o me, gowd and a\'.'
\SBALLADS Child 66E.16
\N1 Her father turnd him round about,
A solemn oath sware he,
Saying, She shall be the bride this night,
And you bridegroom shall be.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.17
\N1 `O had your tongue, my father dear,
Let a\' your passion be;
The reason that I love this man,
It is unknown to thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 66E.18
\N1 Sweetly played the merry organs,
Intill her mother\'s bower;
But still and dum stood Lady Maisry,
And let the tears down pour.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.19
\N1 Sweetly played the harp sae f+ine,
Intill her fathers ha;
But still and dum stood Lady Maisry,
And let tears down fa.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.20
\N1 Tween Marykirk and her mother\'s bower,
Was a\' clad ower wi gowd,
For keeping o her snaw-white feet
Frae treading o the mould.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.21
\N1 Lord Ingram gaed in at ae church-door,
Childe Vyet at another,
And lightly leugh him Childe Vyet
At Lord Ingram, his brother.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.22
\N1 `O laugh ye at my men, brother?
Or do ye laugh at me?
Or laugh ye at young Lady Maisry,
This night my bride\'s to be?'
\SBALLADS Child 66E.23
\N1 `I laugh na at your men, brother,
Nor do I laugh at thee;
But I laugh at the knightless sport
That I saw wi my ee.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.24
\N1 `It is a ring on ae f+inger,
A broach on ae breast-bane;
And if ye kent what\'s under that,
Your love woud soon be dane.'
\SBALLADS Child 66E.25
\N1 Lord Ingram and his merry young men
Out ower the plains are gane,
And pensively walkd him Childe Vyet,
Him single self alane.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.26
\N1 When they had eaten and well drunken,
And a\' men bound for bed,
Lord Ingram and Lady Maisry
In ae chamber were laid.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.27
\N1 He laid his hand upon her breast,
And thus pronounced he:
`There is a bairn within your sides,
Wha may the father be?
\SBALLADS Child 66E.28
\N1 `Wha ever be your bairn\'s father,
Ye will father it on me;
The fairest castle o Snowdown
Your morning gift shall be.'
\SBALLADS Child 66E.29
\N1 `Wha ever be my bairn\'s father,
I\'ll neer father it on thee;
For better love I my bairn\'s father
'Nor ever I\'ll love thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 66E.30
\N1 Then he\'s taen out a trusty brand,
Laid it between them tway;
Says, Lye ye there, ye ill woman,
A maid for me till day.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.31
\N1 Next morning her father came,
Well belted wi a brand;
Then up it starts him Lord Ingram,
He was an angry man.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.32
\N1 `If your daughter had been a gude woman,
As I thought she had been,
Cauld iron shoud hae never lien
The lang night us between.'
\SBALLADS Child 66E.33
\N1 `Ohon, alas! my daughter dear,
What\'s this I hear o thee?
I thought ye was a gude woman
As in the north countrie.'
\SBALLADS Child 66E.34
\N1 `O had your tongue, my father dear,
Let a\' your sorrows be;
I never liked Lord Ingram,
Ye ken ye forced me.'
\SBALLADS Child 66E.35
\N1 Then in it came him Childe Vyet,
Well belted wi a brand;
Then up it raise him Lord Ingram,
He was an angry man.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.36
\N1 `Win up, win up, now Lord Ingram,
Rise up immediately,
That you and I the quarrel try,
Who gains the victory.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.37
\N1 `I hae twa brands in ae scabbard,
That cost me mony pound;
Take ye the best, gie me the warst,
And I\'ll f+ight where I stand.'
\SBALLADS Child 66E.38
\N1 Then up it starts him Childe Vyet,
Shook back his yellow hair;
The f+irst an stroke Childe Vyet drew,
He wounded Ingram sair.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.39
\N1 Then up it starts him Lord Ingram,
Shed back his coal-black hair'
The f+irst an stroke Lord Ingram drew,
Childe Vyet needed nae mair.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.40
\N1 Nae meen was made for these twa knights,
Whan they were lying dead,
But a\' for her Lady Maisry,
That gaes in mournfu weed.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.41
\N1 Says, `If I hae been an ill woman,
Alas and wae is me!
And if I\'ve been an ill woman,
A gude woman I\'ll be!
\SBALLADS Child 66E.42
\N1 `Ye\'ll take frae me my silk attire,
Bring me a palmer\'s weed,
And thro the world, for their sakes,
I\'ll gang and beg my bread.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.43
\N1 `If I gang a step for Childe Vyet,
For Lord Ingram I\'ll gang three;
All for the honour that he paid
At Marykirk to me.
\SBALLADS Child 66E.44
\N1 `I\'ll gang a step for Childe Vyet,
For Lord Ingram I\'ll gang three;
It was into my mother\'s bower
Childe Vyet wronged me.'
\LBALLADS Child 67A.1
\N1 GLASGERION was a kings owne sonne,
And a harp\ier\r he was good;
He harped in the kings chamber,
Where cuppe and candle stoode,
And soe did hee in the queens chamber,
Till ladies waxed wood.
\SBALLADS Child 67A.2
\N1 And then bespake the k\iing\rs daughter,
And these words thus sayd shee:
. . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 67A.3
\N1 Saide, Strike on, strike on, Glasgerrion,
Of thy striking doe not blinne;
There\'s neuer a stroke comes ou\ier\r thin harpe
But it glads my hart w\ii\rthin.
\SBALLADS Child 67A.4
\N1 `Faire might you fall, lady!' q\iuo\rth hee;
`Who taught you now to speake?
I haue loued you, lady, seuen yeere;
My hart I durst neere breake.'
\SBALLADS Child 67A.5
\N1 `But come to my bower, my Glasgerryon,
When all men are att rest;
As I am a ladie true of my p\iro\rmise,
Thou shalt bee a welcome guest.'
\SBALLADS Child 67A.6
\N1 But hom then came Glasgerryon,
A glad man, Lord, was hee:
`And come thou hither, Iacke, my boy,
Come hither vnto mee.
\SBALLADS Child 67A.7
\N1 `For the k\iing\rs daughter of Normandye,
Her loue is granted mee,
And beffore the cocke haue crowen,
Att her chamber must I bee.'
\SBALLADS Child 67A.8
\N1 `But come you hither m\iaste\rr,' q\iuo\rth hee,
`Lay yo\iu\rr head downe on this stone;
For I will waken you, m\iaste\rr deere,
Afore it be time to gone.'
\SBALLADS Child 67A.9
\N1 But vpp then rose \itha\rt lither ladd,
And did on hose and shoone;
A coller he cast vpon his necke,
Hee seemed a gentleman.
\SBALLADS Child 67A.10
\N1 And when he came to \itha\rt ladies chamber,
He thrild vpon a pinn;
The lady was true of her p\iro\rmise,
Rose vp and lett him in.
\SBALLADS Child 67A.11
\N1 He did not take the lady gay
To boulster nor to bedd,
But down vpon her chamber-f+lore
Full soone he hath her layd.
\SBALLADS Child 67A.12
\N1 He did not kisse \itha\rt lady gay
When he came nor when he youd;
And sore mistrusted that lady gay
He was of some churle+:s blood.
\SBALLADS Child 67A.13
\N1 But home then came \itha\rt lither ladd,
And did of his hose and shoone,
And cast \itha\rt coller from about his necke;
He was but a churle+:s sonne:
`Awaken,' quoth hee, 'My m\iaste\rr deere,
I hold it time to be gone.
\SBALLADS Child 67A.14
\N1 `For I haue sadled yo\iu\rr horsse, m\iaste\rr,
Well bridled I haue yo\iu\rr steed;
Haue not I serued a good breakfast,
When time comes I haue need.'
\SBALLADS Child 67A.15
\N1 But vp then rose good Glasgerryon,
And did on both hose and shoone,
And cast a coller about his necke;
He was a k\iing\r\es sonne.
\SBALLADS Child 67A.16
\N1 And when he came to \itha\rt l\iadies\r chamber,
He thrild vpon a pinn;
The la\idy\r was more then true of p\iro\rmise,
Rose vp and let him in.
\SBALLADS Child 67A.17
\N1 Saies, Whether haue you left w\ii\rth me
Yo\iu\rr braclett or yo\iu\rr gloue?
Or are you returned backe againe
To know more of my loue?'
\SBALLADS Child 67A.18
\N1 Glasgerryon swore a full great othe,
By oake and ashe and thorne,
`Lady, I was neuer in yo\iu\rr chamber
Sith the time that I was borne.'
\SBALLADS Child 67A.19
\N1 `O then it was yo\iu\rr litle foote-page
Falsly hath beguiled me:'
And then shee pulld forth a litle pen-kniffe,
\iTha\rt hanged by her knee,
Says, There shall neuer noe churle+:s blood
Spring w\ii\rthin my body.
\SBALLADS Child 67A.20
\N1 But home then went Glasgerryon,
A woe man, good [Lord], was hee;
Sayes, Come hither, thou Iacke, my boy,
Come thou hither to me.
\SBALLADS Child 67A.21
\N1 Ffor if I had killed a man to-night,
Iacke, I wold tell it thee;
But if I haue not killed a man to-night,
Iacke, thou hast killed three!
\SBALLADS Child 67A.22
\N1 And he puld out his bright browne sword,
And dryed it on his sleeue,
And he smote off that lither ladds head,
And asked noe man noe leaue.
\SBALLADS Child 67A.23
\N1 He sett the swords poynt till his brest,
The pumill till a stone;
Thorrow \itha\rt falsenese of \itha\rt lither ladd
These three liues werne all gone.
\LBALLADS Child 67B.1
\N1 GLENKINDIE was ance a harper gude,
He harped to the king;
And Glenkindie was ance the best harper
That ever harpd on a string.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.2
\N1 He\'d harpit a f+ish out o saut water,
Or water out o a stane,
Or milk out o a maiden\'s breast,
That bairn had never nane.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.3
\N1 He\'s taen his harp intil his hand,
He harpit and he sang,
And ay as he harpit to the king,
To haud him unthought lang.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.4
\N1 `I\'ll gie you a robe, Glenkindie,
A robe o the royal pa,
Gin ye will harp i the winter\'s night
Afore my nobles a\'.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 67B.5
\N1 He\'s taen his harp intill his hand,
He\'s harpit them a\' asleep,
Except it was the young countess,
That love did waukin keep.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.6
\N1 And f+irst he has harpit a grave tune,
And syne he has harpit a gay,
And mony a sich atween hands
I wat the lady gae.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.7
\N1 Says, Whan day is dawen, and cocks hae crawen,
And wappit their wings sae wide,
It\'s ye may come to my bower-door,
And streek you by my side.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.8
\N1 But look that ye tell na Gib, your man,
For naething that ye dee;
For, an ye tell him Gib, your man,
He\'ll beguile baith you and me.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.9
\N1 He\'s taen his harp intill his hand,
He harpit and he sang,
And he is hame to Gib, his man,
As fast as he could gang.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.10
\N1 `O mith I tell you, Gib, my man,
Gin I a man had slain?'
`O that ye micht, my gude master,
Altho ye had slain ten.'
\SBALLADS Child 67B.11
\N1 `Then tak ye tent now, Gib, my man,
My bidden for to dee;
And but an ye wauken me in time,
Ye sall be hangit hie.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.12
\N1 `Whan day has dawen, and cocks hae crawen,
And wappit their wings sae wide,
I\'m bidden gang till yon lady\'s bower,
And streek me by her side.'
\SBALLADS Child 67B.13
\N1 `Gae hame to your bed, my good master;
Ye\'ve waukit, I fear, oer lang;
For I\'ll wauken you in as good time
As ony cock i the land.'
\SBALLADS Child 67B.14
\N1 He\'s taen his harp intill his hand,
He harpit and he sang,
Until he harpit his master asleep,
Syne fast awa did gang.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.15
\N1 And he is till that lady\'s bower,
As fast as he could rin;
When he cam till that lady\'s bower,
He chappit at the chin.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.16
\N1 `O wha is this,' says that lady,
`That opens nae and comes in?'
`It\'s I, Glenkindie, your ain true-love,
O open and lat me in!'
\SBALLADS Child 67B.17
\N1 She kent he was nae gentle knicht
That she had latten in,
For neither when he gaed nor cam,
Kist he her cheek or chin.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.18
\N1 He neither kist her when he cam,
Nor clappit her when he gaed,
And in and at her bower window,
The moon shone like the gleed.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.19
\N1 `O ragged is your hose, Glenkindie,
And riven is your sheen,
And reaveld is your yellow hair,
That I saw late yestreen.'
\SBALLADS Child 67B.20
\N1 `The stockings they are Gib, my man\'s,
They came f+irst to my hand,
And this is Gib, my man\'s shoon,
At my bed-feet they stand;
I\'ve reavelld a\' my yellow hair
Coming against the wind.'
\SBALLADS Child 67B.21
\N1 He\'s taen the harp intill his hand,
He harpit and he sang,
Until he cam to his master,
As fast as he could gang.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.22
\N1 `Won up, won up, my good master,
I fear ye sleep oer lang;
There\'s nae a cock in a\' the land
But was wappit his wings and crawn.'
\SBALLADS Child 67B.23
\N1 Glenkindie\'s tane his harp in hand,
He harpit and he sang,
And he has reachd the lady\'s bower
Afore that eer he blan.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.24
\N1 When he cam to the lady\'s bower,
He chappit at the chin:
`O wha is that at my bower-door,
That opens na and comes in?'
`It\'s I, Glenkindie, your ain true-love,
And in I canna win.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 67B.25
\N1 `Forbid it, forbid it,' says that lady,
`That ever sic shame betide,
That I should f+irst be a wild loon\'s lass,
And than a young knight\'s bride.'
\SBALLADS Child 67B.26
\N1 He\'s taen his harp intill his hand,
He harpit and he sang,
And he is hame to Gib, his man,
As fast as he could gang.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.27
\N1 `Come forth, come forth, now, Gib, my man,
Till I pay you your fee;
Come forth, come forth, now, Gib, my man,
Weel payit sall ye be.'
\SBALLADS Child 67B.28
\N1 And he has taen him Gib, his man,
And he has hangd him hie,
And he\'s hangit him oer his ain yate,
As high as high could be.
\SBALLADS Child 67B.29
\N1 There was nae pity for that lady,
For she lay cald and dead,
But a\' was for him, Glenkindie,
In bower he must go mad.
\LBALLADS Child 67C.1
\N1 GLENKINNIE was as good a harper
As ever harpet tone;
He harpet f+ish out o the sea-f+lood,
And water out of a dry loan,
And milk out o the maiden\'s breast
That bairn had never neen.
\SBALLADS Child 67C.2
\N1 He harpit i the king\'s palace,
He harpit them a\' asleep,
Unless it were Burd Bell alone,
And she stud on her feet.
\SBALLADS Child 67C.3
\N1 `Ye will do ye home, Glenkinnie,
And ye will take a sleep,
And ye will come to my bower-door
Before the cock\'s crowing.'
\SBALLADS Child 67C.4
\N1 He\'s taen out his milk-white steed,
And fast away rode he,
Till he came to his ain castle,
Where gold glanced never so hie.
\SBALLADS Child 67C.5
\N1 `Might I tell ye, Jeck, my man,
Gin I had slain a man?'
`Deed might [ye], my good master,
Altho ye had slain ten.'
\SBALLADS Child 67C.6
\N1 `I\'ve faun in love wi a gay ladie,
She\'s daughter to the Queen,
And I maun be at her bower-door
Before the cock\'s crowing.'
\SBALLADS Child 67C.7
\N1 He\'s taen out his master\'s steed,
And fast awa rode he,
Until he cam to Burd Bell\'s door,
Where gold glanced never so hie.
\SBALLADS Child 67C.8
\N1 When he came to Burd Bell\'s door,
He tirled at the pin,
And up she rose, away she goes,
To let Glenkinnie in.
\SBALLADS Child 67C.9
\N1 . . . . .
. . . . .
. . . . .
That I combed out yestreen.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 67C.10
\N1 She looked out at a shot-window,
Atween her and the meen:
`There is twa lovers beguiled the night,
And I fear I am ane.
\SBALLADS Child 67C.11
\N1 `Ye shall na hae to say, Glenkindie,
When you sit at the wine,
That once you loved a queen\'s daughter,
And she was your footman\'s quean.'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 68A.1
\N1 O LADY, rock never your young son young
One hour longer for me,
For I have a sweetheart in Garlick\'s Wells
I love thrice better than thee.
\SBALLADS Child 68A.2
\N1 `The very sols of my love\'s feet
Is whiter then thy face:'
`But nevertheless na, Young Hunting,
Ye\'l stay wi me all night.'
\SBALLADS Child 68A.3
\N1 She has birld in him Young Hunting
The good ale and the beer,
Till he was as fou drunken
As any wild-wood steer.
\SBALLADS Child 68A.4
\N1 She has birld in him Young Hunting
The good ale and the wine,
Till he was as fou drunken
As any wild-wood swine.
\SBALLADS Child 68A.5
\N1 Up she has tain him Young Hunting,
And she has had him to her bed,
. . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 68A.6
\N1 And she has minded her on a little penknife,
That hangs low down by her gare,
And she has gin him Young Hunting
A deep wound and a sare.
\SBALLADS Child 68A.7
\N1 Out an spake the bonny bird,
That f+lew abon her head:
`Lady, keep well thy green clothing
Fra that good lord\'s blood.'
\SBALLADS Child 68A.8
\N1 `O better I\'ll keep my green clothing
Fra that good lord\'s blood
Nor thou can keep thy f+lattering toung,
That f+latters in thy head.
\SBALLADS Child 68A.9
\N1 `Light down, light down, my bonny bird,
Light down upon my hand,
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 68A.10
\N1 `O siller, O siller shall be thy hire,
An goud shall be thy fee,
An every month into the year,
Thy cage shall changed be.'
\SBALLADS Child 68A.11
\N1 `I winna light down, I shanna light down,
I winna light on thy hand;
For soon, soon wad ye do to me
As ye done to Young Hunting.'
\SBALLADS Child 68A.12
\N1 She has booted an spird him Young Hunting
As he had been gan to ride,
A hunting-horn about his neck,
An the sharp sourd by his side.
\SBALLADS Child 68A.13
\N1 And she has had him to yon wan water,
For a\' man calls it Clyde,
. . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 68A.14
\N1 The deepest pot intill it all
She has puten Young Hunting in;
A green truff upon his breast,
To hold that good lord down.
\SBALLADS Child 68A.15
\N1 It fell once upon a day
The king was going to ride,
And he sent for him Young Hunting,
To ride on his right side.
\SBALLADS Child 68A.16
\N1 She has turnd her right and round about,
She sware now by the corn,
`I saw na thy son, Young Hunting,
Sen yesterday at morn.'
\SBALLADS Child 68A.17
\N1 She has turnd her right and round about,
She swear now by the moon,
`I saw na thy son, Young Hunting,
Sen yesterday at noon.
\SBALLADS Child 68A.18
\N1 `It fears me sair in Clyde Water
That he is drownd therein:'
O thay ha sent for the king\'s duckers,
To duck for Young Hunting.
\SBALLADS Child 68A.19
\N1 They ducked in at the tae water-bank,
Thay ducked out at the tither:
`We\'ll duck no more for Young Hunting,
All tho he wear our brother.'
\SBALLADS Child 68A.20
\N1 Out an spake the bonny bird,
That f+lew abon their heads,
. . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 68A.21
\N1 `O he\'s na drownd in Clyde Water,
He is slain and put therein;
The lady that lives in yon castil
Slew him and put him in.
\SBALLADS Child 68A.22
\N1 `Leave aff your ducking on the day,
And duck upon the night;
Whear ever that sakeless knight lys slain,
The candels will shine bright.'
\SBALLADS Child 68A.23
\N1 Thay left off their ducking o the day,
And ducked upon the night,
And where that sakeless knight lay slain,
The candles shone full bright.
\SBALLADS Child 68A.24
\N1 The deepest pot intill it a\'
Thay got Young Hunting in;
A green turff upon his brest,
To hold that good lord down.
\SBALLADS Child 68A.25
\N1 O thay ha sent aff men to the wood
To hew down baith thorn an fern,
That they might get a great bonef+ire
To burn that lady in.
`Put na the wyte on me,' she says,
`It was her May Catheren.'
\SBALLADS Child 68A.26
\N1 Whan thay had tane her May Catheren,
In the bonef+ire set her in;
It wad na take upon her cheeks,
Nor take upon her chin,
Nor yet upon her yallow hair,
To healle the deadly sin.
\SBALLADS Child 68A.27
\N1 Out they hae tain her May Catheren,
And they hay put that lady in;
O it took upon her cheek, her cheek,
An it took upon her chin,
An it took on her fair body,
She burnt like hoky-gren.
\LBALLADS Child 68B.1
\N1 YOUNG REDIN\R\'\rS til the huntin gane,
Wi therty lords and three;
And he has til his true-love gane,
As fast as he could hie.
\SBALLADS Child 68B.2
\N1 `Ye\'re welcome here, my Young Redin,
For coal and candle-licht;
And sae are ye, my Young Redin,
To bide wi me the nicht.'
\SBALLADS Child 68B.3
\N1 `I thank ye for your licht, ladie,
Sae do I for your coal;
But there\'s thrice as fair a ladie as thee
Meets me at Brandie\'s Well.'
\SBALLADS Child 68B.4
\N1 Whan they war at their supper set,
And merrily drinking wine,
This ladie has tane a sair sickness,
And til her bed has gane.
\SBALLADS Child 68B.5
\N1 Young Redin he has followed her,
And a dowie man was he;
He fund his true-love in her bouer,
And the tear was in her ee.
\SBALLADS Child 68B.6
\N1 Whan he was in her arms laid,
And gieing her kisses sweet,
Then out she\'s tane a little penknife,
And woundid him sae deep.
\SBALLADS Child 68B.7
\N1 `O lang, lang is the winter nicht,
And slawly daws the day;
There is a slain knicht in my bouer,
And I wish he war away.'
\SBALLADS Child 68B.8
\N1 Then up bespak her bouer-woman,
And she spak ae wi spite:
`An there be a slain knicht in your bouer,
It\'s yoursell that has the wyte.'
\SBALLADS Child 68B.9
\N1 `O heal this deed on me, Meggy,
O heal this deed on me;
The silks that war shapen for me gen Pasche,
They sall be sewed for thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 68B.10
\N1 `O I hae heald on my mistress
A twalmonth and a day,
And I hae heald on my mistress
Mair than I can say.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 68B.11
\N1 They\'ve booted him, and they\'ve spurred him,
As he was wont to ride,
A huntin-horn round his neck,
And a sharp sword by his side;
In the deepest place o Clyde\'s Water,
It\'s there they\'ve made his bed.
\SBALLADS Child 68B.12
\N1 Sine up bespak the wylie parrot,
As he sat on the tree:
`And hae ye killd him Young Redin,
Wha neer had love but thee?'
\SBALLADS Child 68B.13
\N1 `Come doun, come doun, ye wylie parrot,
Come doun into my hand;
Your cage sall be o the beaten gowd,
Whan now it\'s but the wand.'
\SBALLADS Child 68B.14
\N1 `I winna come doun, I canna come doun,
I winna come doun to thee;
For as ye\'ve dune to Young Redin,
Ye\'ll do the like to me;
Ye\'ll thraw my head aff my hause-bane,
And throw me in the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 68B.15
\N1 O there cam seekin Young Redin
Mony a lord and knicht,
And there cam seekin Young Redin
Mony a ladie bricht.
\SBALLADS Child 68B.16
\N1 And they\'ve til his true-love gane,
Thinking he was wi her;
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 68B.17
\N1 `I hae na seen him Young Redin
Sin yesterday at noon;
He turnd his stately steed about,
And hied him throw the toun.
\SBALLADS Child 68B.18
\N1 `But ye\'ll seek Clyde\'s Water up and doun,
Ye\'ll seek it out and in;
I hae na seen him Young Redin
Sin yesterday at noon.'
\SBALLADS Child 68B.19
\N1 Then up bespak Young Redin\'s mither,
And a dowie woman was scho:
`There\'s na a place in Clyde\'s Water
But my son wad gae throw.'
\SBALLADS Child 68B.20
\N1 They\'ve sought Clyde\'s Water up and doun,
They\'ve sought it out and in,
And the deepest place in Clyde\'s Water
They\'ve fund Young Redin in.
\SBALLADS Child 68B.21
\N1 O white, white war his wounds washen,
As white as a linen clout;
But as the traitor she cam near,
His wounds they gushit out.
\SBALLADS Child 68B.22
\N1 `It\'s surely been my bouer-woman,
O ill may her betide!
I neer wad slain him Young Redin,
And thrown him in the Clyde.'
\SBALLADS Child 68B.23
\N1 Then they\'ve made a big bane-f+ire,
The bouer-woman to brin;
It tuke not on her cheek, her cheek,
It tuke not on her chin,
But it tuke on the cruel hands
That pat Young Redin in.
\SBALLADS Child 68B.24
\N1 Then They\'ve tane out the bouer-woman,
And pat the ladie in;
It tuke na on her cheek, her cheek,
It tuke na on her chin,
But it tuke on the fause, fause arms
That Young Redin lay in.
\LBALLADS Child 68C.1
\N1 The ladie stude in her bour-door,
In her bour-door as she stude,
She thocht she heard a bridle ring,
That did her bodie gude.
\SBALLADS Child 68C.2
\N1 She thocht it had been her father dear,
Come ridin owre the sand;
But it was her true-love Riedan,
Come hiean to her hand.
\SBALLADS Child 68C.3
\N1 `You\'re welcome, you\'re welcome, Young Riedan,' she said,
`To coal an cannel-licht;
You\'re welcome, you\'re welcome, Young Riedan,
To sleep in my bour this nicht.'
\SBALLADS Child 68C.4
\N1 `I thank you for your coal, madame,
An for your cannel tae;
There\'s a fairer maid at Clyde\'s Water,
I love better than you.'
\SBALLADS Child 68C.5
\N1 `A fairer maid than me, Riedan?
A fairer maid than me?
A fairer maid than ten o me
You shurely neer did see.'
\SBALLADS Child 68C.6
\N1 He leant him owre his saddle-bow,
To gie her a kiss sae sweet;
She keppit him on a little penknife,
An gae him a wound sae deep.
\SBALLADS Child 68C.7
\N1 `O hide! oh hide! my bourswoman,
Oh hide this deed on me!
An the silks that waur shappit for me at Yule
At Pasch sall be sewed for thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 68C.8
\N1 They saidled Young Riedan, they bridled Young Riedan,
The way he was wont to ride;
Wi a huntin-horn aboot his neck,
An a sharp sword by his side.
\SBALLADS Child 68C.9
\N1 An they are on to Clyde\'s Water,
An they rade it up an doon,
An the deepest linn in a\' Clyde\'s Water
They f+lang him Young Riedan [in].
\SBALLADS Child 68C.10
\N1 `Lie you there, you Young Riedan,
Your bed it is fu wan;
The [maid] you hae at Clyde\'s Water,
For you she will think lang.'
\SBALLADS Child 68C.11
\N1 Up it spak the wily bird,
As it sat on the tree:
`Oh wae betide you, ill woman,
An an ill death may you dee!
For he had neer anither love,
Anither love but thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 68C.12
\N1 `Come doon, come doon, my pretty parrot,
An pickle wheat aff my glue;
An your cage sall be o the beaten goud,
Whan it\'s of the willow tree.'
\SBALLADS Child 68C.13
\N1 `I winna come doon, I sanna come doon,
To siccan a traitor as thee:
For as you did to Young Riedan,
Sae wald you do to mee.'
\SBALLADS Child 68C.14
\N1 Come doon, come doon, my pretty parrot,
An pickle wheat aff my hand;
An your cage sall be o the beaten goud,
Whan it\'s o the willow wand.'
\SBALLADS Child 68C.15
\N1 `I winna come doon, I sanna come doon,
To siccan a traitor as thee;
You wald thraw my head aff my hase-bane,
An f+ling it in the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 68C.16
\N1 It fell upon a Lammas-tide
The king\'s court cam ridin bye:
`Oh whare is it him Young Riedan?
It\'s fain I wald him see.'
\SBALLADS Child 68C.17
\N1 `Oh I hae no seen Young Riedan
Sin three lang weeks the morn;
It bodes me sair, and drieds me mair,
Clyde\'s Water\'s him forlorn.'
\SBALLADS Child 68C.18
\N1 Up it spak the wily bird,
As it sat on the tree;
. . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 68C.19
\N1 `Leave aff, leave aff your day-seekin,
An ye maun seek by nicht;
Aboon the place Young Riedan lies,
The cannels burn bricht.'
\SBALLADS Child 68C.20
\N1 They gae up their day-seekin,
An they did seek by nicht;
An ower the place Young Riedan lay,
The cannels burnt bricht.
\SBALLADS Child 68C.21
\N1 The f+irsten grip his mother got
Was o his yellow hair;
An was na that a dowie grip,
To get her ae son there!
\SBALLADS Child 68C.22
\N1 The nexten grip his mother got
Was o his milk-white hand;
An wasna that a dowie grip,
To bring sae far to land!
\SBALLADS Child 68C.23
\N1 White, white waur his wounds washen,
As white as ony lawn;
But sune\'s the traitor stude afore,
Then oot the red blude sprang.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 68C.24
\N1 Fire wadna tak on her bourswoman,
Niether on cheek nor chin;
But it took fast on thae twa hands
That f+lang young Riedan in.
\SBALLADS Child 68C.25
\N1 `Come oot, come oot, my bourswoman,
Come oot, lat me win in;
For as I did the deed mysell,
Sae man I drie the pine.'
\LBALLADS Child 68D.1
\N1 EARL RICHARD has a hunting gone,
As fast as he can ride;
He\'s a hunting-horn about his neck,
And a broadsword by his side.
\SBALLADS Child 68D.2
\N1 `Licht down, licht down, Earl Richard,' she says,
`O licht down and come in,
And thou\'ll get cheer and charcoal clear,
And torches for to burn.'
\SBALLADS Child 68D.3
\N1 `I winna licht, I canna licht,
I winna licht at all;
A fairer lady then ten of thee
Meets me at Richard\'s Wall.'
\SBALLADS Child 68D.4
\N1 He louted owre his saddle-bow,
And for to kiss her sweet,
But little thocht o that penknife
Wherewith she wound him deep.
\SBALLADS Child 68D.5
\N1 `Why wounds thou me so deep, lady?
Why stabs thou me so sore?
There\'s not a lord like Earl Richard
Could love false woman more.'
\SBALLADS Child 68D.6
\N1 She called upon her waiting-maid,
Long before it was day:
`I have a dead man in my bower,
I wish he were away.'
\SBALLADS Child 68D.7
\N1 `Keep ye your bower, my lily-f+lower,
Keep it free of all men\'s blood;'
`Oh I will keep it een as weel
As you or any maid.
\SBALLADS Child 68D.8
\N1 `But siller will be thy wage,' she says,
`And gold will be thy fee,
And I mysell will gang alang
And bear thee companye.'
\SBALLADS Child 68D.9
\N1 They booted him, and spurred him,
As he was wont to ride,
And they\'re awa to Lorn\'s Water,
To Lorn\'s Water so wide.
\SBALLADS Child 68D.10
\N1 They turned down his yellow hair,
Turnd up his milk-white feet:
`Lye thou there, Earl Richard,' she said,
`Till the blood seep from thy bane;
That fairer maid than ten of me
Will look lang or thou come hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 68D.11
\N1 As they were coming hame again,
Upon the road so hie,
There they spy\'d a small pyet,
Was sitting on a tree.
\SBALLADS Child 68D.12
\N1 `Where has thou been, fair lady?' it says,
`Whare has thou been so soon?
Or what did thou wi Earl Richard,
Was late wi thee yestreen?'
\SBALLADS Child 68D.13
\N1 `Come down, come down, my wee pyet;
An thou\'ll come to my knee,
I have a cage of beaten gold,
And I\'ll bestow \'t on thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 68D.14
\N1 `Keep thou thy cage of beaten gold,
And I will keep my tree;
For as thou did wi Earl Richard,
So wad thou do wi me;
Thou wad thraw the wee head aff my bouk,
And drown me in the sea.'
\SBALLADS Child 68D.15
\N1 `Come down, come down, my wee pyet;
An thou\'ll come to my hand,
I have a cage of beaten gold,
And thou\'s be put therein.'
\SBALLADS Child 68D.16
\N1 `Keep thou thy cage o beaten gold,
And I will keep my tree;
For as thou did wi Earl Richard,
So would thou do wi me.'
\SBALLADS Child 68D.17
\N1 `Oh an I had my bow bendit,
And set unto my knee,
I wad shoot this wee pyet
Sits gabbling on the tree.'
\SBALLADS Child 68D.18
\N1 `Before thou get thy bow bendit,
And set unto thy knee,
I\'ll be at Earl Richard\'s father,
Telling ill tales on thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 68D.19
\N1 As they were coming hame again,
Upon the road so bricht,
There they saw Earl Richard\'s father,
Coming marching in their sicht.
\SBALLADS Child 68D.20
\N1 `Whare has thou been, fair lady?' he says,
`Whare has thou been back sae sune?
O what did thou wi my auld son,
Was late wi thee yestreen?'
\SBALLADS Child 68D.21
\N1 She did swear by stars o licht,
And grass-green growing corn,
That she had not seen Earl Richard\'s face
Since Saturday at morn;
`But in Lorn\'s Water, indeed,' she says,
`I fear his days are done.'
\SBALLADS Child 68D.22
\N1 `There was not a ford in Lorn\'s Water
But he could ride it weel;
And what did thou wi my auld son,
That went with thee af+ield?'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 68E.1
\N1 LORD WILLIAM was the bravest knight
That dwalt in fair Scotland,
And, though renowned in France and Spain,
Fell by a ladie\'s hand.
\SBALLADS Child 68E.2
\N1 As she was walking maid alone,
Down by yon shady wood,
She heard a smit o bridle reins,
She wishd might be for good.
\SBALLADS Child 68E.3
\N1 `Come to my arms, my dear Willie,
You\'re welcome hame to me;
To best o chear and charcoal red,
And candle burnin free.'
\SBALLADS Child 68E.4
\N1 `I winna light, I darena light,
Nor come to your arms at a\';
A fairer maid than ten o you
I\'ll meet at Castle-law.'
\SBALLADS Child 68E.5
\N1 `A fairer maid than me, Willie?
A fairer maid than me?
A fairer maid than ten o me
Your eyes did never see.'
\SBALLADS Child 68E.6
\N1 He louted owr his saddle-lap
To kiss here ere they part,
And wi a little keen bodkin,
She pierced him to the heart.
\SBALLADS Child 68E.7
\N1 `Ride on, ride on, Lord William now,
As fast as ye can dree;
Your bonny lass at Castle-law
Will weary you to see.'
\SBALLADS Child 68E.8
\N1 Out up then spake a bonny bird,
Sat high upon a tree:
`How could you kill that noble lord?
He came to marry thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 68E.9
\N1 `Come down, come down, my bonny bird,
And eat bread aff my hand;
Your cage shall be of wiry goud,
Whar now it\'s but the wand.'
\SBALLADS Child 68E.10
\N1 `Keep ye your cage o goud, lady,
And I will keep my tree;
As ye hae done to Lord William,
Sae wad ye do to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 68E.11
\N1 She set her foot on her door-step,
A bonny marble stane,
And carried him to her chamber,
Oer him to make her mane.
\SBALLADS Child 68E.12
\N1 And she has kept that good lord\'s corpse
Three quarters of a year,
Until that word began to spread;
Then she began to fear.
\SBALLADS Child 68E.13
\N1 Then she cryed on her waiting-maid,
Ay ready at her ca:
`There is a knight into my bower,
\'Tis time he were awa.'
\SBALLADS Child 68E.14
\N1 The ane has taen him by the head,
The ither by the feet,
And thrown him in the wan water,
That ran baith wide and deep.
\SBALLADS Child 68E.15
\N1 `Look back, look back, now, lady fair,
On him that loed ye weel;
A better man than that blue corpse
Neer drew a sword of steel.'
\LBALLADS Child 68F.1
\N1 EARL RICHARD is a hunting gone,
As fast as he can ride,
His hunting-horn hung about his neck,
And a small sword by his side.
\SBALLADS Child 68F.2
\N1 When he came to my lady\'s gate
He tirled at the pin,
And wha was sae ready as the lady hersell
To open and let him in.
\SBALLADS Child 68F.3
\N1 `O light, O light, Earl Richard,' she says,
`O light and stay a\' night;
You shall have cheer wi charcoal clear,
And candles burning bright.'
\SBALLADS Child 68F.4
\N1 `I will not light, I cannot light,
I cannot light at all;
A fairer lady than ten of thee
Is waiting at Richard\'s Wall.'
\SBALLADS Child 68F.5
\N1 He stooped from his milk-white steed,
To kiss her rosy cheek;
She had a pen-knife in her hand,
And wounded him so deep.
\SBALLADS Child 68F.6
\N1 `O lie ye there, Earl Richard,' she says,
`O lie ye there till morn;
A fairer lady than ten of me
Will think lang of your coming home.'
\SBALLADS Child 68F.7
\N1 She called her servants ane by ane,
She called them twa by twa:
`I have got a dead man in my bower,
I wish he were awa.'
\SBALLADS Child 68F.8
\N1 The one has taen [him] by the hand,
And the other by the feet,
And they\'ve thrown him in a deep draw-well,
Full f+ifty fathom deep.
\SBALLADS Child 68F.9
\N1 Then up bespake a little bird,
That sat upon a tree:
`Gae hame, gae hame, ye false lady,
And pay your maids their fee.'
\SBALLADS Child 68F.10
\N1 `Come down, come down, my pretty bird,
That sits upon the tree;
I have a cage of beaten gold,
I\'ll gie it unto thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 68F.11
\N1 `Gae hame, gae hame, ye fause lady,
And pay your maids their fee;
As ye have done to Earl Richard,
Sae wud ye do to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 68F.12
\N1 `If I had an arrow in my hand,
And a bow bent on a string,
I\'d shoot a dart at thy proud heart,
Amang the leaves sae green.'
\LBALLADS Child 68G.1
\N1 SHE has calld to her her bower-maidens,
She has calld them one by one:
`There is a dead man in my bower,
I wish that he was gone.'
\SBALLADS Child 68G.2
\N1 They have booted him, and spurred him,
As he was wont to ride,
A hunting-horn around his waist,
A sharp sword by his side.
\SBALLADS Child 68G.3
\N1 Then up and spake a bonie bird,
That sat upon the tree:
`What hae ye done wi Earl Richard?
Ye was his gay lady.'
\SBALLADS Child 68G.4
\N1 `Cum down, cum down, my bonie bird,
Cum sit upon my hand;
And ye sall hae a cage o the gowd,
Where ye hae but the wand.'
\SBALLADS Child 68G.5
\N1 `Awa, awa, ye ill woman,
Nae ill woman for me;
What ye hae done to Earl Richard,
Sae wad ye do to mee.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 68G.6
\N1 `O there\'s a bird intill your bowir
That sings sae sad and sweet;
O there\'s a bird intill your bour
Kept me frae my nicht\'s sleep.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 68G.7
\N1 And she sware by the grass sae greene,
Sae did she by the corn,
That she had not seen Earl Richard
Sen yesterday at morn.
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 68H.1
* * * * *
\N1 `HAIL well, hail well, my little foot-page,
Hail well this deed on me,
And ever I live my life to brook,
I\'se pay thee well thy fee.'
\SBALLADS Child 68H.2
\N1 `It\'s we\'l beet him, and we\'l spur him,
As gin he had been gain to ride,
Put a huntin-horn about his neck,
And a small sword by his side.
\SBALLADS Child 68H.3
\N1 `And we\'ll carry him to Clyde\'s Water,
And there we\'ll f+ling him in,
That we may have it to be said
In Clyde\'s Water he drownd.'
\SBALLADS Child 68H.4
\N1 O they bet him, and they spurrd him,
As gin he had been gain to ride,
Pat a huntin-horn about his neck,
But the sword on his wrang side.
\SBALLADS Child 68H.5
\N1 And they hae carried him to Clyde\'s Water,
And there they f+lang him in,
That they might have it to be said
In Clyde\'s Water he drowned.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 68H.6
\N1 `It\'s we\'ll sen for the king\'s doukers,
And douk it up and doun;
It\'s we\'ll sen for the king\'s doukers,
And douk it out and in.'
\SBALLADS Child 68H.7
\N1 Out it spak a little wee birdie,
As it sat on yon burn-brae:
. . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 68H.8
\N1 `Ye may lay by your day doukers,
And turn you to the night,
And where the innocent blood lies slain,
The candles will burn fou bricht.'
\SBALLADS Child 68H.9
\N1 O they hae brunt that gay ladie,
And blawn her in the air,
And nothing o that bower-man would burn
But the hands that buskd him rare.
\LBALLADS Child 68I.1
* * * * *
\N1 `Come down, come down, thou bonnie bird,
Sit low upon my hand,
And thy cage shall be o the beaten gowd,
And not of hazel wand.'
\SBALLADS Child 68I.2
\N1 `O woe, O woe be to thee, lady,
And an ill death may thou die!
For the way thou guided good Lord John,
Soon, soon would thou guide me.'
\SBALLADS Child 68I.3
\N1 `Go bend to me my bow,' she said,
`And set it to my ee,
And I will gar that bonnie bird
Come quickly down to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 68I.4
\N1 `Before thou bend thy bow, lady,
And set it to thy ee,
O I will be at yon far forest,
Telling ill tales on thee.'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 68J.1
\N1 `O lady, rock never your young son young
One hour langer for me;
For I have a sweetheart in Garlioch Wells
I love far better than thee.
\SBALLADS Child 68J.2
\N1 `The very sole o that ladye\'s foot
Than thy face is far mair white:'
`But, nevertheless, now, Erl Richard,
Ye will bide in my bower a\' night?'
\SBALLADS Child 68J.3
\N1 She birled him wi the ale and wine,
As they sat down to sup:
A living man he laid him down,
But I wot he neer rose up.
\SBALLADS Child 68J.4
\N1 Then up and spake the popinjay,
That f+lew aboun her head:
`Lady, keep weel your green cleiding
Frae gude Erl Richard\'s bleid.'
\SBALLADS Child 68J.5
\N1 `O better I\'ll keep my green cleiding
Frae gude Erl Richard\'s bleid,
Than thou canst keep thy clattering toung,
That trattles in thy head.'
\SBALLADS Child 68J.6
\N1 She has calld upon her bower-maidens,
She has calld them ane by ane:
`There lies a deid man in my bowr,
I wish that he were gane.'
\SBALLADS Child 68J.7
\N1 They hae booted him, and spurred him,
As he was wont to ride,
A hunting-horn tied round his waist,
A sharp sword by his side;
And they hae had him to the wan water,
For a\' men call it Clyde.
\SBALLADS Child 68J.8
\N1 Then up and spake the popinjay,
That sat upon the tree:
`What hae ye down wi Erl Richard?
Ye were his gaye ladye.'
\SBALLADS Child 68J.9
\N1 `Come down, come down, my bonny bird,
And sit upon my hand;
And thou sall hae a cage o gowd,
Where thou hast but the wand.'
\SBALLADS Child 68J.10
\N1 `Awa, awa, ye ill woman,
Nae cage o gowd for me;
As ye hae dune to Erl Richard,
Sae wad ye do to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 68J.11
\N1 She hadna crossd a rigg o land,
A rigg but barely ane,
When she met wi his auld father,
Came riding all alane.
\SBALLADS Child 68J.12
\N1 `Where hae ye been, now, ladye fair,
Where hae ye been sae late?
We hae been seeking Erl Richard,
But him we canna get.'
\SBALLADS Child 68J.13
\N1 `Erl Richard kens a\' the fords in Clyde,
He\'ll ride them ane by ane;
And though the night was neer sae mirk,
Erl Richard will be hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 68J.14
\N1 O it fell anes upon a day
The king was boun to ride,
And he has mist him Erl Richard,
Should hae ridden on his right side.
\SBALLADS Child 68J.15
\N1 The ladye turnd her round about,
Wi mickle mournfu din:
`It fears me sair o Clyde water,
That he is drownd therein.'
\SBALLADS Child 68J.16
\N1 `Gar douk, gar douk,' the king he cried,
`Gar douk for gold and fee;
O wha will douk for Erl Richard\'s sake,
Or wha will douk for me?'
\SBALLADS Child 68J.17
\N1 They douked in at ae weil-heid,
And out aye at the other:
`We can douk nae mair for Erl Richard,
Altho he were our brother.'
\SBALLADS Child 68J.18
\N1 It fell that in that ladye\'s castle
The king was boun to bed,
And up and spake the popinjay,
That f+lew abune his head.
\SBALLADS Child 68J.19
\N1 `Leave aff your douking on the day,
And douk upon the night;
And wherever that sackless knight lies slain,
The candles will burn bright.'
\SBALLADS Child 68J.20
\N1 `O there\'s a bird within this bower,
That sings baith sad and sweet;
O there\'s a bird within your bower
Keeps me frae my night\'s sleep.'
\SBALLADS Child 68J.21
\N1 They left the douking on the day,
And douked upon the night,
And where that sackless knight lay slain,
The candles burned bright.
\SBALLADS Child 68J.22
\N1 The deepest pot in a\' the linn
They fand Erl Richard in;
A green turf tyed across his breast,
To keep that gude lord down.
\SBALLADS Child 68J.23
\N1 Then up and spake the king himsell,
When he saw the deadly wound,
`O wha has slain my right-hand man,
That held my hawk and hound?'
\SBALLADS Child 68J.24
\N1 Then up and spake the popinjay,
Says, What needs a\' this din?
It was his light lemman took his life,
And hided him in the linn.
\SBALLADS Child 68J.25
\N1 She swore her by the grass sae grene,
Sae did she by the corn,
She had na seen him Erl Richard
Since Moninday at morn.
\SBALLADS Child 68J.26
\N1 `Put na the wyte on me,' she said,
`It was my may, Catherine:'
Then they hae cut baith fern and thorn,
To burn that maiden in.
\SBALLADS Child 68J.27
\N1 It wadna take upon her cheik,
Nor yet upon her chin,
Nor yet upon her yellow hair,
To cleanse the deadly sin.
\SBALLADS Child 68J.28
\N1 The maiden touchd the clay-cauld corpse,
A drap it never bled;
The ladye laid her hand on him,
And soon the ground was red.
\SBALLADS Child 68J.29
\N1 Out they hae ta\'en her May Catherine,
And put her mistress in;
The f+lame tuik fast upon her cheik,
Tuik fast upon her chin,
Tuik fast upon her fair bodye,
She burnd like hollins grene.
\LBALLADS Child 68K.1
\N1 LADY MAISRY forth from her bower came,
And stood on her tower-head;
She thought she heard a bridle ring,
The sound did her heart guid.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.2
\N1 She thought it was her f+irst true-love,
Whom she loved ance in time;
But it was her new love, Hunting,
Come frae the hunting o the hyn.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.3
\N1 `Gude morrow, gude morrow, Lady Maisry,
God make you safe and free;
I\'m come to take my last farewell,
And pay my last visit to thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 68K.4
\N1 `O stay, O stay then, Young Hunting,
O stay with me this night;
Ye shall hae cheer, an charcoal clear,
And candles burning bright.'
\SBALLADS Child 68K.5
\N1 `Have no more cheer, you lady fair,
An hour langer for me;
I have a lady in Garmouth town
I love better than thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 68K.6
\N1 `O if your love be changed, my love,
Since better canno be,
Nevertheless, for auld lang syne,
Ye\'ll stay this night wi me.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.7
\N1 `Silver, silver shall be your wage,
And gowd shall be your fee,
And nine times nine into the year
Your weed shall changed be.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.8
\N1 `Will ye gae to the cards or dice,
Or to a tavern f+ine?
Or will ye gae to a table forebye,
And birl baith beer and wine?'
\SBALLADS Child 68K.9
\N1 `I winna gang to the cards nor dice,
Nor to a tavern f+ine;
But I will gang to a table forebye,
And birl baith beer and wine.'
\SBALLADS Child 68K.10
\N1 Then she has drawn for Young Hunting
The beer but and the wine,
Till she got him as deadly drunk
As ony unhallowed swine.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.11
\N1 Then she\'s taen out a trusty brand,
That hang below her gare,
Then she\'s wounded him Young Hunting,
A deep wound and a sair.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.12
\N1 Then out it speaks her comrade,
Being in the companie:
`Alas! this deed that ye hae done
Will ruin baith you and me.'
\SBALLADS Child 68K.13
\N1 `Heal well, heal well, you Lady Katharine,
Heal well this deed on me,
The robes that were shapen for my bodie,
They shall be sewed for thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 68K.14
\N1 `Tho I woud heal it never sae well,
And never sae well,' said she,
`There is a God above us baith
That can baith hear and see.'
\SBALLADS Child 68K.15
\N1 They booted him, and spurred him,
As he\'d been gaun to ride,
A hunting-horn about his neck,
A sharp sword by his side.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.16
\N1 And they rode on, and farther on,
All the lang summer\'s tide,
Until they came to wan water,
Where a\' man ca\'s it Clyde.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.17
\N1 And the deepest pot in Clyde\'s water,
And there they f+lang him in,
And put a turf on his breast-bane,
To had Young Hunting down.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.18
\N1 O out it speaks a little wee bird,
As she sat on the brier:
`Gae hame, gae hame, ye Lady Maisry,
And pay your maiden\'s hire.'
\SBALLADS Child 68K.19
\N1 `O I will pay my maiden\'s hire,
And hire I\'ll gie to thee;
If ye\'ll conceal this fatal deed,
Ye\'s hae gowd for your fee.'
\SBALLADS Child 68K.20
\N1 Then out it speaks a bonny bird,
That f+lew aboon their head:
`Keep well, keep well your green claithing
Frae ae drap o his bluid.'
\SBALLADS Child 68K.21
\N1 `O I\'ll keep well my green claithing
Frae ae drop o his bluid,
Better than I\'ll do your f+lattering tongue,
That f+lutters in your head.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.22
\N1 `Come down, come down, my bonny bird,
Light down upon my hand;
For ae gowd feather that\'s in your wing,
I woud gie a\' my land.'
\SBALLADS Child 68K.23
\N1 `How shall I come down, how can I come down,
How shall I come down to thee?
The things ye said to Young Hunting,
The same ye\'re saying to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 68K.24
\N1 But it fell out on that same day
The king was going to ride,
And he calld for him Young Hunting,
For to ride by his side.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.25
\N1 Then out it speaks the little young son,
Sat on the nurse\'s knee:
`It fears me sair,' said that young babe,
`He\'s in bower wi yon ladie.'
\SBALLADS Child 68K.26
\N1 Then they hae calld her Lady Katharine,
And she sware by the thorn
That she saw not him Young Hunting
Sin yesterday at morn.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.27
\N1 Then they hae calld her Lady Maisry,
And she sware by the moon
That she saw not him Young Hunting
Sin yesterday at noon.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.28
\N1 `He was playing him at the Clyde\'s Water,
Perhaps he has fa\'en in:'
The king he calld his divers all,
To dive for his young son.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.29
\N1 They div\'d in thro the wan burn-bank,
Sae did they outthro the other:
`We\'ll dive nae mair,' said these young men,
`Suppose he were our brother.'
\SBALLADS Child 68K.30
\N1 Then out it spake a little bird,
That f+lew aboon their head:
`Dive on, dive on, ye divers all,
For there he lies indeed.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.31
\N1 `But ye\'ll leave aff your day diving,
And ye\'ll dive in the night;
The pot where Young Hunting lies in,
The candles they\'ll burn bright.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.32
\N1 `There are twa ladies in yon bower,
And even in yon ha,
And they hae killd him Young Hunting,
And casten him awa.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.33
\N1 `They booted him, and spurred him,
As he\'d been gaun to ride,
A hunting-horn tied round his neck,
A sharp sword by his side
\SBALLADS Child 68K.34
\N1 `The deepest pot o Clyde\'s Water,
There they f+lang him in,
Laid a turf on his breast-bane,
To had Young Hunting down.'
\SBALLADS Child 68K.35
\N1 Now they left aff their day diving,
And they dived on the night;
The pot that Young Hunting lay in,
The candles were burning bright.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.36
\N1 The king he calld his hewers all,
To hew down wood and thorn,
For to put up a strong bale-f+ire,
These ladies for to burn.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.37
\N1 And they hae taen her Lady Katharine,
And they hae pitten her in;
But it wadna light upon her cheek,
Nor woud it on her chin,
But sang the points o her yellow hair,
For healing the deadly sin.
\SBALLADS Child 68K.38
\N1 Then they hae taen her Lady Maisry,
And they hae put her in:
First it lighted on her cheek,
And syne upon her chin,
And sang the points o her yellow hair,
And she burnt like keckle-pin.
\LBALLADS Child 69A.1
\N1 CLARK SANDERS and May Margret
Walkt ower yon graveld green,
And sad and heavy was the love,
I wat, it fell this twa between.
\SBALLADS Child 69A.2
\N1 `A bed, a bed,' Clark Sanders said,
`A bed, a bed for you and I;'
`Fye no, fye no,' the lady said,
`Until the day we married be.
\SBALLADS Child 69A.3
\N1 `For in it will come my seven brothers,
And a\' their torches burning bright;
They\'ll say, We hae but ae sister,
And here her lying wi a knight.'
\SBALLADS Child 69A.4
\N1 `Ye\'l take the sourde fray my scabbord,
And lowly, lowly lift the gin,
And you may say, your oth to save,
You never let Clark Sanders in.
\SBALLADS Child 69A.5
\N1 `Yele take a napken in your hand,
And ye\'l ty up baith your een,
An ye may say, your oth to save,
That ye saw na Sandy sen late yestreen.
\SBALLADS Child 69A.6
\N1 `Yele take me in your armes twa,
Yele carrey me ben into your bed,
And ye may say, your oth to save,
In your bower-f+loor I never tread.'
\SBALLADS Child 69A.7
\N1 She has taen the sourde fray his scabbord,
And lowly, lowly lifted the gin;
She was to swear, her oth to save,
She never let Clerk Sanders in.
\SBALLADS Child 69A.8
\N1 She has tain a napkin in her hand,
And she ty\'d up baith her eeen;
She was to swear, her oth to save,
She saw na him sene late yestreen.
\SBALLADS Child 69A.9
\N1 She has taen him in her armes twa,
And carried him ben into her bed;
She was to swear, her oth to save,
He never in her bower-f+loor tread.
\SBALLADS Child 69A.10
\N1 In and came her seven brothers,
And all their torches burning bright;
Says thay, We hae but ae sister,
And see there her lying wi a knight.
\SBALLADS Child 69A.11
\N1 Out and speaks the f+irst of them,
`A wat they hay been lovers dear;'
Out and speaks the next of them,
`They hay been in love this many a year.'
\SBALLADS Child 69A.12
\N1 Out an speaks the third of them,
`It wear great sin this twa to twain;'
Out an speaks the fourth of them,
`It wear a sin to kill a sleeping man.'
\SBALLADS Child 69A.13
\N1 Out an speaks the f+ifth of them,
`A wat they\'ll near be twaind by me;'
Out an speaks the sixt of them,
`We\'l tak our leave an gae our way.'
\SBALLADS Child 69A.14
\N1 Out an speaks the seventh of them,
`Altho there wear no a man but me,
. . . . .
I bear the brand, I\'le gar him die.'
\SBALLADS Child 69A.15
\N1 Out he has taen a bright long brand,
And he has striped it throw the straw,
And throw and throw Clarke Sanders\' body
A wat he has gard cold iron gae.
\SBALLADS Child 69A.16
\N1 Sanders he started, an Margret she lapt,
Intill his arms whare she lay,
And well and wellsom was the night,
A wat it was between these twa.
\SBALLADS Child 69A.17
\N1 And they lay still, and sleeped sound,
Untill the day began to daw;
And kindly till him she did say
`It\'s time, trew-love, ye wear awa.'
\SBALLADS Child 69A.18
\N1 They lay still, and sleeped sound,
Untill the sun began to shine;
She lookt between her and the wa,
And dull and heavy was his eeen.
\SBALLADS Child 69A.19
\N1 She thought it had been a loathsome sweat,
A wat it had fallen this twa between;
But it was the blood of his fair body,
A wat his life days wair na lang.
\SBALLADS Child 69A.20
\N1 `O Sanders, I\'le do for your sake
What other ladys would na thoule;
When seven years is come and gone,
There\'s near a shoe go on my sole.
\SBALLADS Child 69A.21
\N1 `O Sanders, I\'le do for your sake
What other ladies would think mare;
When seven years is come and gone,
Ther\'s nere a comb go in my hair.
\SBALLADS Child 69A.22
\N1 `O Sanders, I\'le do for your sake
What other ladies would think lack;
When seven years is come an gone,
I\'le wear nought but dowy black.'
\SBALLADS Child 69A.23
\N1 The bells gaed clinking throw the towne,
To carry the dead corps to the clay,
An sighing says her May Margret,
`A wat I bide a doulfou day.'
\SBALLADS Child 69A.24
\N1 In an come her father dear,
Stout steping on the f+loor;
. . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 69A.25
\N1 `Hold your toung, my doughter dear,
Let all your mourning a bee;
I\'le carry the dead corps to the clay,
An I\'le come back an comfort thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 69A.26
\N1 `Comfort well your seven sons,
For comforted will I never bee;
For it was neither lord nor loune
That was in bower last night wi mee.'
\LBALLADS Child 69B.1
\N1 CLERK SAUNDERS and a gay lady
Was walking in yonder green,
And heavy, heavy was the love
That fell this twa lovers between.
\SBALLADS Child 69B.2
\N1 `A bed, a bed,' Clerk Saunders said,
`And ay a bed for you and me;'
`Never a ane,' said the gay lady,
`Till ance we twa married be.
\SBALLADS Child 69B.3
\N1 `There would come a\' my seven brethern,
And a\' their torches burning bright,
And say, We hae but ae sister,
And behad, she\'s lying wi you the night.'
\SBALLADS Child 69B.4
\N1 `You\'ll take a napkain in your hand,
And then you will tie up your een;
Then you may swear, and safe your aith,
You sawna Sandy sin yestreen.
\SBALLADS Child 69B.5
\N1 `You\'ll take me up upo your back,
And then you\'ll carry me to your bed;
Then you may swear, and save your aith,
Your board [-f+loor] Sandy never tred.'
\SBALLADS Child 69B.6
\N1 She\'s taen him upo her back,
And she\'s carried him unto her bed,
That she might swear, and safe her aith,
Her board-f+loor Sandy never tread.
\SBALLADS Child 69B.7
\N1 She\'s taen a napkin in her hand,
And lo she did tie up her een,
That she might swear, and safe her aith,
She sawna Sandy syne yestreen.
\SBALLADS Child 69B.8
\N1 They were na weel into the room,
Nor yet laid weel into the bed,
. . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 69B.9
\N1 When in came a\' her seven brethern,
And a\' their torches burning bright;
Says they, We hae but ae sister,
And behold, she\'s lying wi you this night.
\SBALLADS Child 69B.10
\N1 `I,' bespake the f+irst o them,
A wat an ill death mat he die!
`I bear a brand into my hand
Shall quickly gar Clerk Saunders die.'
\SBALLADS Child 69B.11
\N1 `I,' bespake the second of them,
A wat a good death mat he die!
`We will gae back, let him alane,
His father has nae mair but he.'
\SBALLADS Child 69B.12
\N1 `I,' bespake the third o them,
A wat an ill death mat he die!
`I bear the brand into my hand
Shall quickly help to gar him die.'
\SBALLADS Child 69B.13
\N1 `I,' bespake the fourth o them,
A wat an ill death mat he die!
`I bear the brand into my hand
Shall never help to gar him die.'
\SBALLADS Child 69B.14
\N1 `I,' bespake the f+ifth o them,
A wat a good death mat he die!
`Altho his father hae nae mair,
I\'ll quickly help to gar him die.'
\SBALLADS Child 69B.15
\N1 `I,' bespake the sixth o them,
A wat a good death mat he die!
`He\'s a worthy earl\'s son,
I\'ll never help to gar him die.'
\SBALLADS Child 69B.16
\N1 `I,' bespake the seventh of them,
A wat an ill death mat he die!
`I bear the brand into my hand
Shall quickly gar Clerk Saunders die.'
\SBALLADS Child 69B.17
\N1 They baith lay still, and sleeped sound,
Untill the sun began to sheen;
She drew the curtains a wee bit,
And dull and drowsie was his een.
\SBALLADS Child 69B.18
\N1 `This night,' said she, 'The sleepiest man
That ever my twa eyes did see
Hay lyen by me, and sweat the sheets;
A wite they\'re a great shame to see.'
\SBALLADS Child 69B.19
\N1 She rowd the claiths a\' to the foot,
And then she spied his deadly wounds:
`O wae be to my seven brethern,
A wat an ill death mat they die!
\SBALLADS Child 69B.20
\N1 `I\'m sure it was neither rogue nor loun
I had into my bed wi me;
\'Twas Clerk Saunders, that good earl\'s son,
That pledgd his faith to marry me.'
\LBALLADS Child 69C.1
\N1 IT was a sad and a rainy nicht
As ever raind frae toun to toun;
Clerk Saunders and his lady gay
They were in the f+ields sae broun.
\SBALLADS Child 69C.2
\N1 `A bed, a bed,' Clerk Saunders cried,
`A bed, a bed, let me lie doun;
For I am sae weet and sae wearie
That I canna gae nor ride frae toun.'
\SBALLADS Child 69C.3
\N1 `A bed, a bed,' his lady cried,
`A bed, a bed, ye\'ll neer get nane;
. . . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 69C.4
\N1 `For I hae seven bauld brethren,
Bauld are they, and very rude;
And if they f+ind ye in bouer wi me,
They winna care to spill your blude.'
\SBALLADS Child 69C.5
\N1 `Ye\'ll tak a lang claith in your hand,
Ye\'ll haud it up afore your een,
That ye may swear, and save your aith,
That ye saw na Sandy sin yestreen.
\SBALLADS Child 69C.6
\N1 `And ye\'ll tak me in your arms twa,
Ye\'ll carry me into your bed,
That ye may swear, and save your aith,
That in your bour-f+loor I never gaed.'
\SBALLADS Child 69C.7
\N1 She\'s taen a lang claith in her hand,
She\'s hauden\'t up afore her een,
That she might swear, and save her aith,
That she saw na Sandy sin yestreen.
\SBALLADS Child 69C.8
\N1 She has taen him in her arms twa,
And carried him into her bed,
That she might swear, and save her aith,
That on her bour-f+loor he never gaed.
\SBALLADS Child 69C.9
\N1 Then in there cam her f+irsten brother,
Bauldly he cam steppin in:
`Come here, come here, see what I see!
We hae only but ae sister alive,
And a knave is in bour her wi.'
\SBALLADS Child 69C.10
\N1 Then in and cam her second brother,
Says, Twa lovers are ill to twin;
And in and cam her thirden brother,
`O brother dear, I say the same.'
\SBALLADS Child 69C.11
\N1 Then in and cam her fourthen brother,
`It\'s a sin to kill a sleepin man;'
And in and cam her f+ifthen brother,
`O brother dear, I say the same.'
\SBALLADS Child 69C.12
\N1 Then in and cam her sixthen brother,
`I wat he\'s neer be steerd by me;'
But in and cam her seventhen brother,
`I bear the hand that sall gar him dee.'
\SBALLADS Child 69C.13
\N1 Then out he drew a nut-brown sword,
I wat he stript it to the stroe,
And thro and thro Clerk Saunder\'s body
I wat he garrd cauld iron go.
\SBALLADS Child 69C.14
\N1 Then they lay there in ither\'s arms
Until the day began to daw;
Then kindly to him she did say,
`It\'s time, my dear, ye were awa.
\SBALLADS Child 69C.15
\N1 `Ye are the sleepiest young man,' she said,
`That ever my twa een did see;
Ye\'ve lain a\' nicht into my arms,
I\'m sure it is a shame to be.'
\SBALLADS Child 69C.16
\N1 She turnd the blankets to the foot,
And turnd the sheets unto the wa,
And there she saw his bluidy wound,
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 69C.17
\N1 `O wae be to my seventhen brother,
I wat an ill death mot he dee!
He\'s killd Clerk Saunders, an earl\'s son,
I wat he\'s killd him unto me.'
\SBALLADS Child 69C.18
\N1 Then in and cam her father dear,
Cannie cam he steppin in;
Says, Haud your tongue, my dochter dear,
What need you mak sic heavy meane?
\SBALLADS Child 69C.19
\N1 `We\'ll carry Clerk Saunders to his grave,
And syne come back and comfort thee:'
`O comfort weel your seven sons, father,
For man sall never comfort me;
Ye\'ll marrie me wi the Queen o Heaven,
For man sall never enjoy me.'
\LBALLADS Child 69D.1
* * * * *
\N1 `O I have seven bold brethren,
And they are all valiant men,
If they knew a man that would tread my bower
His life should not go along wi him.'
\SBALLADS Child 69D.2
\N1 `Then take me up into your arms,
And lay me low down on your bed,
That ye may swear, and keep your oath clear,
That your bower-room I did na tread.
\SBALLADS Child 69D.3
\N1 `Tie a handkerchief round your face,
And you must tye it wondrous keen,
That you may swear, and keep your oath clear,
Ye saw na me since late yestreen.'
\SBALLADS Child 69D.4
\N1 But they were scarsley gone to bed,
Nor scarse fa\'n owre asleep,
Till up and started her seven brethren,
Just at Lord Saunder\'s feet.
\SBALLADS Child 69D.5
\N1 Out bespoke the f+irst brither,
`Oh but love be wondrous keen!'
Out bespoke the second brither,
`It\'s ill done to kill a sleeping man.'
\SBALLADS Child 69D.6
\N1 Out bespoke the third brither,
`We had better gae and let him be;'
Out bespoke the fourth brither,
`He\'ll no be killd this night for me:'
\SBALLADS Child 69D.7
\N1 Out bespoke the f+ifth brother,
`This night Lord Saunders he shall die;
Tho there were not a man in all Scotland,
This night Lord Saunders he shall die.'
\SBALLADS Child 69D.8
\N1 He took out a rousty rapier,
And he drew it three times thro the strae;
Between Lord Saunders\' short rib and his side
He gard the rusty rapier gae.
\SBALLADS Child 69D.9
\N1 `Awake, awake, Lord Saunders,' she said,
`Awake, awake, for sin and shame!
For the day is light, and the sun shines bricht,
`And I am afraid we will be taen.
\SBALLADS Child 69D.10
\N1 `Awake, awake, Lord Saunders,' she said,
`Awake, awake, for sin and shame!
For the sheets they are asweat,' she said,
`And I am afraid we will be taen.
\SBALLADS Child 69D.11
\N1 `I dreamed a dreary dream last night,
I wish it may be for our good,
That I was cutting my yellow hair,
And dipping it in the wells o blood.'
\SBALLADS Child 69D.12
\N1 Aye she waukened at this dead man,
Aye she put on him to and fro;
Oh aye she waukend at this dead man,
But of his death she did not know.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 69D.13
\N1 `It\'s I will do for my love\'s sake
What many ladies would think lang;
Seven years shall come and go
Before a glove go on my hand.
\SBALLADS Child 69D.14
\N1 `And I will do for my love\'s sake
What many ladies would not do;
Seven years shall come and go
Before I wear stocking or shoe.
\SBALLADS Child 69D.15
\N1 `Ther\'ll neer a shirt go on my back,
There\'ll neer a kame go in my hair,
There\'ll never coal nor candle-light
Shine in my bower nae mair.'
\LBALLADS Child 69E.1
\N1 AN ensign and a lady gay,
As they were walking on a green,
The ensign said to the lady gay,
Will you tak me to your bower at een?
\SBALLADS Child 69E.2
\N1 `I have seven bluidy brithers,
Och and to you they have nae good will;
And if they catch you in my bower,
They\'ll value not your bluid to spill.'
\SBALLADS Child 69E.3
\N1 `O you may take me on your back,
And carry me to your chamber-bed,
That I may swear, and avow richt clear,
That your f+lowery bower I did never tread.
\SBALLADS Child 69E.4
\N1 `O take a napkin from your pocket,
And with it blindfold my een,
That I may swear, and avow richt clear,
That your f+lowery bower I have never seen.'
\SBALLADS Child 69E.5
\N1 O she\'s taen him upon her back,
And carried him to her chamber-bed,
That he might swear, and avow it clear,
That her f+lowery [bower] he did never tread.
\SBALLADS Child 69E.6
\N1 O she\'s taen a napkin from her pocket,
And with it blinded baith his een,
That he might swear, and avow it clear,
That her f+lowery bower he had never seen.
\SBALLADS Child 69E.7
\N1 They were not well into their bed,
Nor were they scarsely fallen asleep,
Till in there came her seven bluidy brithers,
And placed themselves at the ensign\'s feet.
\SBALLADS Child 69E.8
\N1 Said the f+irst one to the second,
`Och it is long since this love began;'
Said the second unto the third,
`It\'s a sin to kill a sleeping man.'
\SBALLADS Child 69E.9
\N1 Said the third one to the fourth,
`I will go to yon tavern hie;'
Said [the] fourth one to the f+ifth,
`O if you will go, so will I.'
\SBALLADS Child 69E.10
\N1 Said the f+ifth to the sixth,
`Och it\'s long since this love began;'
Said the sixth to the seventh,
`It\'s a sin to kill a sleeping man.'
\SBALLADS Child 69E.11
\N1 Out then spoke the seventh bluidy brither,
Aye and an angry man was he:
`Altho there was no more men alive,
The ensign\'s butcher I will be.'
\SBALLADS Child 69E.12
\N1 He\'s taen out his rusty broad-sword,
And ran it three times along his throat,
And thro and thro the ensign\'s body
The tempered steel it went thro and thro.
\SBALLADS Child 69E.13
\N1 `O I have dreamed a dream,' she said,
`And such an dreams cannot be good;
I dreamed my bower was full of swine,
And the ensign\'s clothes all dipped in blood.
\SBALLADS Child 69E.14
\N1 `I have dreamed another dream,
And such an dreams are never good;
That I was combing down my yellow hair,
And dipping it in the ensign\'s blood.'
\SBALLADS Child 69E.15
\N1 `O hold your tongue, my sister dear,
And of your weeping let a be;
For I will get you a better match
Than eer the ensign, what was he?'
\SBALLADS Child 69E.16
\N1 `So woe be to you, my seven bluidy brithers,
Aye and an ill death may you die!
For you durst not f+ight him in battle-f+ield,
But you killed him sleeping in bed wi me.
\SBALLADS Child 69E.17
\N1 `I\'ll do more for my love\'s sake
That other lovers would not incline;
Seven years shall come and go
Before I wash this face of mine.
\SBALLADS Child 69E.18
\N1 `I will do for my love\'s sake
What other lovers would not repair;
Seven years shall come and go
Before I comb down my yellow hair.
\SBALLADS Child 69E.19
\N1 `I\'ll do more for my love\'s sake,
What other lovers will not do;
Seven years shall come and go
Before I cast off stocking and shoe.
\SBALLADS Child 69E.20
\N1 `I will do for my love\'s sake
What other lovers they will be slack;
Seven years shall come and go
Before I cast off my robes of black.
\SBALLADS Child 69E.21
\N1 `Go make to me a high, high tower,
Be sure you make it stout and strong,
And on the top put an honour\'s gate,
That my love\'s ghost may go out and in.'
\LBALLADS Child 69F.1
\N1 CLERK SAUNDERS was an earl\'s son,
He livd upon sea-sand;
May Margaret was a king\'s daughter,
She livd in upper land.
\SBALLADS Child 69F.2
\N1 Clerk Saunders was an earl\'s son,
Weel learned at the scheel;
May Margaret was a king\'s daughter,
They baith loed ither weel.
\SBALLADS Child 69F.3
\N1 He\'s throw the dark, and throw the mark,
And throw the leaves o green,
Till he came to May Margaret\'s door,
And tirled at the pin.
\SBALLADS Child 69F.4
\N1 `O sleep ye, wake ye, May Margaret,
Or are ye the bower within?'
O wha is that at my bower-door,
Sae weel my name does ken?'
`It\'s I, Clerk Saunders, your true-love,
You\'ll open and lat me in.
\SBALLADS Child 69F.5
\N1 `O will ye to the cards, Margaret,
Or to the table to dine?
Or to the bed, that\'s weel down spread,
And sleep when we get time?'
\SBALLADS Child 69F.6
\N1 `I\'ll no go to the cards,' she says,
`Nor to the table to dine;
But I\'ll go to a bed, that\'s weel down spread,
And sleep when we get time.'
\SBALLADS Child 69F.7
\N1 They were not weel lyen down,
And no weel fa\'en asleep,
When up and stood May Margaret\'s brethren,
Just up at their bed-feet.
\SBALLADS Child 69F.8
\N1 `O tell us, tell us, May Margaret,
And dinna to us len,
O wha is aught yon noble steed,
That stands your stable in?'
\SBALLADS Child 69F.9
\N1 `The steed is mine, and it may be thine,
To ride whan ye ride in hie;
. . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 69F.10
\N1 `But awa, awa, my bald brethren,
Awa, and mak nae din;
For I am as sick a lady the nicht
As eer lay a bower within.'
\SBALLADS Child 69F.11
\N1 `O tell us, tell us, May Margaret,
And dinna to us len,
O wha is aught yon noble hawk,
That stands your kitchen in?'
\SBALLADS Child 69F.12
\N1 `The hawk is mine, and it may be thine,
To hawk whan ye hawk in hie;
. . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 69F.13
\N1 `But awa, awa, my bald brethren,
Awa, and mak nae din;
For I\'m ane o the sickest ladies this nicht
That eer lay a bower within.'
\SBALLADS Child 69F.14
\N1 `O tell us, tell us, May Margaret,
And dinna to us len,
O wha is that, May Margaret,
You and the wa between?'
\SBALLADS Child 69F.15
\N1 `O it is my bower-maiden,' she says,
`As sick as sick can be;
O it is my bower-maiden,' she says,
`And she\'s thrice as sick as me.'
\SBALLADS Child 69F.16
\N1 `We hae been east, and we\'ve been west,
And low beneath the moon;
But a\' the bower-women eer we saw
Hadna goud buckles in their shoon.'
\SBALLADS Child 69F.17
\N1 Then up and spak her eldest brither,
Ay in ill time spak he:
`It is Clerk Saunders, your true-love,
And never mat I the
But for this scorn that he has done
This moment he sall die.'
\SBALLADS Child 69F.18
\N1 But up and spak her youngest brother,
Ay in good time spak he:
`O but they are a gudelie pair!
True lovers an ye be,
The sword that hangs at my sword-belt
Sall never sinder ye.'
\SBALLADS Child 69F.19
\N1 Syne up and spak her nexten brother,
And the tear stood in his ee:
`You\'ve loed her lang, and loed her weel,
And pity it wad be
The sword that hangs at my sword-belt
Shoud ever sinder ye.'
\SBALLADS Child 69F.20
\N1 But up and spak her f+ifthen brother:
`Sleep on your sleep for me;
But we baith sall never sleep again,
For the tane o us sall die.'
\SBALLADS Child 69F.21
\N1 And up and spak her thirden brother,
Ay in ill time spak he:
`Curse on his love and comeliness!
Dishonourd as ye be,
The sword that hangs at my sword-belt
Sall quickly sinder ye.'
\SBALLADS Child 69F.22
\N1 The eldest brother has drawn his sword,
The second has drawn anither,
Between Clerk Saunders\' hause and collarbane
The cald iron met thegither.
\SBALLADS Child 69F.23
\N1 `O wae be to you, my fause brethren,
And an ill death mat ye die!
Ye mith slain Clerk Saunders in open f+ield,
And no in bed wi me.'
\LBALLADS Child 69G.1
\N1 CLERK SANDY and a lady gay
Where walking in the garden green,
And great and heavy was the love
That hae befa\'en these twa between.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.2
\N1 `A bed, a bed,' said Clerk Sandy,
`A bed, my love, for you and me;'
`O never a foot,' said the lady gay,
`Till ance that we twa married be.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.3
\N1 `My seven brithers will come in,
And a\' their torches burning bright;
They\'ll say, We hae but ae sister,
And here she\'s lying wi a knight.'
\SBALLADS Child 69G.4
\N1 `Ye\'ll take my brand I bear in hand,
And wi the same ye\'ll lift the gin;
Then ye may swear, and save your oath,
That ye neer let Clerk Sandy in.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.5
\N1 `Ye\'ll take that kurchie on your head,
And wi the same tie up your een;
And ye will swear, and save your oath,
Ye saw not Sandy sin yestreen.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.6
\N1 `Ye\'ll lift me in your arms twa,
And carry me unto your bed;
Then ye may swear, and save your oath,
Clerk Sandy in your bower neer tread.'
\SBALLADS Child 69G.7
\N1 She\'s taen the brand he bare in hand,
And wi the same lifted the gin;
It was to swear, and save her oath,
She never loot Clerk Sandy in.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.8
\N1 She\'s taen the kurchie frae her head,
And wi the same tied up her een;
It was to swear, and save her oath,
She saw not Sandy sin yestreen.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.9
\N1 She\'s taen him in her arms twa,
And she\'s carried him to her bed;
It was to swear, and save her oath,
Clerk Sandie in her bower neer tread.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.10
\N1 They hadna kissd, nor love clapped,
Like other lovers when they meet,
Till in a quarter\'s space and less
These two lovers fell sound asleep.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.11
\N1 Then in it came her seven brothers,
And a\' their torches burning bright;
They said, We hae but ae sister,
And here she\'s lying wi a knight.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.12
\N1 O out it speaks the f+irst o them,
`We will awa and lat them be;'
Then out it speaks the second o them,
`His father has nae mair but he.'
\SBALLADS Child 69G.13
\N1 Out it speaks the third o them,
For he was standing on the birk:
`Nae sweeter coud twa lovers lye,
Tho they\'d been married in a kirk.'
\SBALLADS Child 69G.14
\N1 Then out it speaks the fourth o them,
Mair fair and lovely is his buke:
`Our sister dear we cannot blame,
Altho in him she pleasure took.'
\SBALLADS Child 69G.15
\N1 Then out it speaks the f+ifth o them,
`It were a sin to do them ill;'
Then out it spake the sixth o them,
`It\'s hard a sleeping man to kill.'
\SBALLADS Child 69G.16
\N1 But out it speaks the seventh o them,
I wish an ill death mat he dee!
`I wear the sharp brand by my side
That soon shall gar Clerk Sandy die.'
\SBALLADS Child 69G.17
\N1 Then he\'s taen out his trusty brand,
And he has stroakd it ower a strae;
And thro and thro Clerk Sandy\'s middle
I wat he\'s gart it come and gae.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.18
\N1 The lady slept by her love\'s side
Until the dawning o the day,
But what was dune she naething knew,
For when she wak\'d these words did say:
\SBALLADS Child 69G.19
\N1 `Awake, awake, now Clerk Sandy,
Awake, and turn you unto me;
Ye\'re nae sae keen\'s ye were at night,
When you and I met on the lee.'
\SBALLADS Child 69G.20
\N1 O then she calld her chamber-maid
To bring her coal and candle seen:
`I fear Clerk Sandy\'s dead eneuch,
I had a living man yestreen.'
\SBALLADS Child 69G.21
\N1 They hae lifted his body up,
They hae searched it round and round,
And even anent his bonny heart
Discovered the deadly wound.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.22
\N1 She wrung her hands, and tore her hair,
And wrung her hands most bitterlie:
`This is my fause brothers, I fear,
This night hae used this crueltie.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.23
\N1 `But I will do for my love\'s sake
Woud nae be done by ladies rare;
For seven years shall hae an end
Or eer a kame gang in my hair.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.24
\N1 `O I will do for my love\'s sake
What other ladies woud think lack;
For seven years shall hae an end
Or eer I wear but dowie black.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.25
\N1 `And I will do for my love\'s sake
What other ladies woudna thole;
Seven years shall hae an end
Or eer a shoe gang on my sole.'
\SBALLADS Child 69G.26
\N1 In it came her father dear,
And he was belted in a brand;
Sae softly as he trad the f+loor,
And in her bower did stately stand.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.27
\N1 Says, Hold your tongue, my daughter dear,
And ye\'ll lat a\' your mourning be;
I\'ll wed you to a higher match
Or eer his father\'s son coud be.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.28
\N1 `Wed well, wed well your seven sons;
I wish ill wedded they may be,
Sin they hae killd him Clerk Sandy!
For wedded shall I never be.'
\SBALLADS Child 69G.29
\N1 His corpse was laid in the cauld clay,
The bells went tinkling thro the town;
`Alas! alas!' said the lady gay,
`That eer I heard that waefu soun!'
\SBALLADS Child 69G.30
\N1 When she had sitten intill her bower
A twalmonth lang and weary day,
Even below her bower-window
She heard a ghaist to knock an cry.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.31
\N1 She says, Ye\'re thief or bauld robber,
Or biggin come to burn or brake;
Or are you ony masterfu man,
That is come seeking ony make?
\SBALLADS Child 69G.32
\N1 `I am not thief nor bauld robber,
Nor bigging come to burn nor brake;
Nor am I ony masterfu man,
That is come seeking ony make;
But I\'m Clerk Sandy, your f+irst love,
And wants wi you again to speak.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.33
\N1 `Gin ye\'re Clerk Sandy, my f+irst love,
And wants wi me to speak again,
Tell me some o\' the love tokens
That you and I had last between.'
\SBALLADS Child 69G.34
\N1 `O mind not ye, ye gay lady,
Sin last I was in bower wi thee,
That in it came your seven brethren,
The youngest gart me sairly dree?'
Then sighd and said the gay lady,
`Sae true a tale as ye tell me.'
\SBALLADS Child 69G.35
\N1 Sae painfully she clam the wa,
She clam the wa up after him;
\'Twas not for want of stockings nor sheen,
But hadna time to put them on;
And in the midst o gude greenwood,
\'Twas there she lost the sight o him.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.36
\N1 The lady sat, and mourning there,
Until she coudna weep nae mair;
At length the cloks and wanton f+lies
They biggit in her yellow hair.
\SBALLADS Child 69G.37
\N1 `O had your peace, my dearest dear,
For I am come to mak you wise;
Or this night nine nights come and gang,
We baith shall be in Paradise.'
\LBALLADS Child 70A.1
\N1 WILLIE was a widow\'s son,
And he wore a milk-white weed, O
And weel could Willie read and write,
Far better ride on steed. O
\SBALLADS Child 70A.2
\N1 Lady Margerie was the f+irst lady
That drank to him the wine,
And aye as the healths gade round and round,
`Laddy, your love is mine.'
\SBALLADS Child 70A.3
\N1 Lady Margerie was the f+irst ladye
That drank to him the beer,
And aye as the healths gade round and round,
`Laddy, you\'re welcome here.'
\SBALLADS Child 70A.4
\N1 `You must come into my bower
When the evening bells do ring,
And you must come into my bower
When the evening mass doth sing.'
\SBALLADS Child 70A.5
\N1 He\'s taen four and twenty braid arrows,
And laced them in a whang,
And he\'s awa to Lady Margerie\'s bower,
As fast as he can gang.
\SBALLADS Child 70A.6
\N1 He set ae foot on the wall,
And the other on a stane,
And he\'s killed a\' the king\'s life-guards,
And he\'s killed them every man.
\SBALLADS Child 70A.7
\N1 `Oh open, open, Lady Margerie,
Open and let me in;
The weet weets a\' my yellow hair,
And the dew draps on my chin.'
\SBALLADS Child 70A.8
\N1 With her feet as white as sleet
She strode her bower within,
And with her f+ingers long and small
She\'s looten Sweet Willie in.
\SBALLADS Child 70A.9
\N1 She\'s louten down unto her foot
To loose Sweet Willie\'s shoon;
The buckles were sa stiff they wudna lowse,
The blood had frozen in.
\SBALLADS Child 70A.10
\N1 `O Willie, Willie, I fear that thou
Has bred me dule and sorrow;
The deed that thou has dune this nicht
Will kythe upon the morrow.'
\SBALLADS Child 70A.11
\N1 In then came her father dear,
And a broad sword by his gare,
And he\'s gien Willie, the widow\'s son,
A deep wound and a sair.
\SBALLADS Child 70A.12
\N1 `Lye yont, lye yont, Willie,' she says,
`Your sweat weets a\' my side;
Lye yont, lie yont, Willie,' she says,
`For your sweat I downa bide.'
\SBALLADS Child 70A.13
\N1 She turned her back unto the wa,
Her face unto the room,
And there she saw her auld father,
Walking up and down.
\SBALLADS Child 70A.14
\N1 `Woe be to you, father,' she said,
`And an ill deed may you die!
For ye\'ve killd Willie, the widow\'s son
And he would have married me.'
\SBALLADS Child 70A.15
\N1 She turned her back unto the room,
Her face unto the wa,
And with a deep and heavy sich
Her heart it brak in twa.
\LBALLADS Child 70B.1
\N1 SWEET WILLIE was a widow\'s son,
And milk-white was his weed;
It sets him weel to bridle a horse,
And better to saddle a steed, my dear,
And better to saddle a steed.
\SBALLADS Child 70B.2
\N1 But he is on to Maisry\'s bower-door,
And tirled at the pin:
`Ye sleep ye, wake ye, Lady Maisry,
Ye\'ll open, let me come in.'
\SBALLADS Child 70B.3
\N1 `O who is this at my bower-door,
Sae well that knows my name?'
`It is your ain true-love, Willie,
If ye love me, lat me in.'
\SBALLADS Child 70B.4
\N1 Then huly, huly raise she up,
For fear o making din,
Then in her arms lang and bent,
She caught sweet Willie in.
\SBALLADS Child 70B.5
\N1 She leand her low down to her toe,
To loose her true-love\'s sheen,
But cauld, cauld were the draps o bleed
Fell fae his trusty brand.
\SBALLADS Child 70B.6
\N1 `What frightfu sight is that, my love?
A frightfu sight to see!
What bluid is this on your sharp brand?
O may ye not tell me?'
\SBALLADS Child 70B.7
\N1 `As I came thro the woods this night,
The wolf maist worried me;
O shoud I slain the wolf, Maisry?
Or shoud the wolf slain me?'
\SBALLADS Child 70B.8
\N1 They hadna kissd, nor love clapped,
As lovers when they meet,
Till up it starts her auld father,
Out o his drowsy sleep.
\SBALLADS Child 70B.9
\N1 `O what\'s become o my house-cock,
Sae crouse at ane did craw?
I wonder as much at my bold watch,
That\'s nae shooting ower the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 70B.10
\N1 `My gude house-cock, my only son,
Heir ower my land sae free,
If ony ruff+ian hae him slain,
High hanged shall he be.'
\SBALLADS Child 70B.11
\N1 Then he\'s on to Maisry\'s bower-door,
And tirled at the pin:
`Ye sleep ye, wake ye, daughter Maisry,
Ye\'ll open, lat me come in.'
\SBALLADS Child 70B.12
\N1 Between the curtains and the wa
She rowd her true-love then,
And huly went she to the door,
And let her father in.
\SBALLADS Child 70B.13
\N1 `What\'s become o your maries, Maisry,
Your bower it looks sae teem?
What\'s become o your green claithing,
Your beds they are sae thin?'
\SBALLADS Child 70B.14
\N1 `Gude forgie you, father,' she said,
`I wish ye be\'t for sin;
Sae aft as ye hae dreaded me,
But never found me wrang.'
\SBALLADS Child 70B.15
\N1 He turnd him right and round about,
As he\'d been gaun awa;
But sae nimbly as he slippet in
Behind a screen sae sma.
\SBALLADS Child 70B.16
\N1 Maisry, thinking a\' dangers past,
She to her love did say,
`Come, love, and take your silent rest;
My auld father\'s away.'
\SBALLADS Child 70B.17
\N1 Then baith lockd in each other\'s arms,
They fell full fast asleep,
When up it starts her auld father,
And stood at their bed-feet.
\SBALLADS Child 70B.18
\N1 `I think I hae the villain now
That my dear son did slay;
But I shall be revengd on him
Before I see the day.'
\SBALLADS Child 70B.19
\N1 Then he\'s drawn out a trusty brand,
And stroakd it oer a stray,
And thro and thro Sweet Willie\'s middle
He\'s gart cauld iron gae.
\SBALLADS Child 70B.20
\N1 Then up it wakend Lady Maisry,
Out o her drowsy sleep,
And when she saw her true-love slain,
She straight began to weep.
\SBALLADS Child 70B.21
\N1 `O gude forgie you now, father,' she said,
`I wish ye be\'t for sin;
For I never lovd a love but ane,
In my arms ye\'ve him slain.'
\SBALLADS Child 70B.22
\N1 `This night he\'s slain my gude bold watch,
Thirty stout men and twa;
Likewise he\'s slain your ae brother,
To me was worth them a\'.
\SBALLADS Child 70B.23
\N1 `If he has slain my ae brither,
Himsell had a\' the blame,
For mony a day he plots contriv\'d,
To hae Sweet Willie slain.
\SBALLADS Child 70B.24
\N1 `And tho he\'s slain your gude bold watch,
He might hae been forgien;
They came on him in armour bright,
When he was but alane.'
\SBALLADS Child 70B.25
\N1 Nae meen was made for this young knight,
In bower where he lay slain,
But a\' was for sweet Maisry bright,
In f+ields where she ran brain.
\LBALLADS Child 71.1
\N1 `THERE are sixteen lang miles, I\'m sure,
Between my love and me;
There are eight o them in gude dry land,
And other eight by sea.
\SBALLADS Child 71.2
\N1 `Betide me life, betide me death,
My love I\'ll gang and see;
Altho her friends they do me hate,
Her love is great for me.
\SBALLADS Child 71.3
\N1 `If my coat I\'ll make a boat,
And o my sark a sail,
And o my cane a gude tapmast,
Dry land till I come till.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.4
\N1 Then o his coat he\'s made a boat,
And o his sark a sail;
And o his cane a gude tapmast,
Dry land till he came till.
\SBALLADS Child 71.5
\N1 He is on to Annie\'s bower-door,
And tirled at the pin:
`O sleep ye, wake ye, my love, Annie,
Ye\'ll rise, lat me come in.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.6
\N1 `O who is this at my bower-door,
Sae well that kens my name?'
`It is your true-love, Sweet Willie,
For you I\'ve crossd the faem.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.7
\N1 `I am deeply sworn, Willie,
By father and by mother;
At kirk or market where we meet,
We darna own each other.
\SBALLADS Child 71.8
\N1 `And I am deeply sworn, Willie,
By my bauld brothers three;
At kirk or market where we meet,
I darna speak to thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.9
\N1 `Ye take your red fan in your hand,
Your white fan ower your een,
And ye may swear, and save your oath,
Ye sawna me come in.
\SBALLADS Child 71.10
\N1 `Ye take me in your arms twa,
And carry me to your bed;
And ye may swear, and save your oath,
Your bower I never tread.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.11
\N1 She\'s taen her red fan in her hand,
The white fan ower her een;
It was to swear, and save her oath,
She sawna him come in.
\SBALLADS Child 71.12
\N1 She\'s taen him in her arms twa,
And carried him to her bed;
It was to swear, and save her oath,
Her bower he never tread.
\SBALLADS Child 71.13
\N1 They hadna kissd, nor love clapped,
As lovers do when they meet,
Till up it waukens her mother,
Out o her drowsy sleep.
\SBALLADS Child 71.14
\N1 `Win up, win up, my three bauld sons,
Win up and make ye boun;
Your sister\'s lover\'s in her bower,
And he\'s but new come in.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.15
\N1 Then up it raise her three bauld sons,
And girt to them their brand,
And they are to their sister\'s bower,
As fast as they coud gang.
\SBALLADS Child 71.16
\N1 When they came to their sister\'s bower,
They sought it up and down;
But there was neither man nor boy
In her bower to be foun.
\SBALLADS Child 71.17
Then out it speaks the f+irst o them:
`We\'ll gang and lat her be;
For there is neither man nor boy
Intill her companie.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.18
\N1 Then out it speaks the second son:
`Our travel\'s a\' in vain;
But mother dear, nor father dear,
Shall break our rest again.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.19
\N1 Then out it speaks the third o them,
An ill death mat he die!
`We\'ll lurk amang the bent sae brown,
That Willie we may see.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.20
\N1 He stood behind his love\'s curtains,
His goud rings showd him light;
And by this ye may a\' weell guess
He was a renowned knight.
\SBALLADS Child 71.21
\N1 He\'s done him to his love\'s stable,
Took out his berry-brown steed;
His love stood in her bower-door,
Her heart was like to bleed.
\SBALLADS Child 71.22
\N1 `O mourn ye for my coming, love?
Or for my short staying?
Or mourn ye for our safe sindring,
Case we never meet again?'
\SBALLADS Child 71.23
\N1 `I mourn nae for your here coming,
Nor for your staying lang;
Nor mourn I for our safe sindring,
I hope we\'ll meet again.
\SBALLADS Child 71.24
\N1 `I wish ye may won safe away,
And safely frae the town;
For ken you not my brothers three
Are mang the bent sae brown?'
\SBALLADS Child 71.25
\N1 `If I were on my berry-brown steed,
And three miles frae the town,
I woudna fear your three bauld brothers,
Amang the bent sae brown.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.26
\N1 He leint him ower his saddle-bow,
And kissd her lips sae sweet;
The tears that fell between these twa,
They wat his great steed\'s feet.
\SBALLADS Child 71.27
\N1 But he wasna on his berry-brown steed,
Nor twa miles frae the town,
Till up it starts these three f+ierce men,
Amang the bent sae brown.
\SBALLADS Child 71.28
\N1 Then up they came like three f+ierce men,
Wi mony shout and cry:
`Bide still, bide still, ye cowardly youth,
What makes your haste away?
\SBALLADS Child 71.29
\N1 `For I must know before you go,
Tell me, and make nae lie;
If ye\'ve been in my sister\'s bower,
My hands hall gar ye die.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.30
\N1 `Tho I\'ve been in your sister\'s bower,
I have nae fear o thee;
I\'ll stand my ground, and f+iercly f+ight,
Aud shall gain victorie.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.31
\N1 `Now I entreat you for to stay,
Unto us gie a wad;
If ye our words do not obey,
I\'se gar your body bleed.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.32
\N1 `I have nae wad, says Sweet Willie,
Unless it be my brand,
And that shall guard my fair body,
Till I win frae your hand.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.33
\N1 Then two o them stept in behind,
All in a furious meed;
The third o them came him before,
And seizd his berry-brown steed.
\SBALLADS Child 71.34
\N1 O then he drew his trusty brand,
That hang down by his gare,
And he has slain these three f+ierce men,
And left them sprawling there.
\SBALLADS Child 71.35
\N1 Then word has gane to her mother,
In bed where she slept soun,
That Willie had killd her three bauld sons,
Amang the bent sae brown.
\SBALLADS Child 71.36
\N1 Then she has cut the locks that hung
Sae low down by her ee,
Sae has she kiltit her green claithing
A little aboon her knee.
\SBALLADS Child 71.37
\N1 And she has on to the king\'s court,
As fast as gang coud she;
When Fair Annie got word o that,
Was there as soon as she.
\SBALLADS Child 71.38
\N1 Her mother, when before the king,
Fell low down on her knee;
`Win up, win up, my dame,' he said,
`What is your will wi me?'
\SBALLADS Child 71.39
\N1 `My wills they are not sma, my liege,
The truth I\'ll tell to thee;
There is ane o your courtly knights
Last night hae robbed me.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.40
\N1 `And has he broke your bigly bowers?
Or has he stole your fee?
There is nae knight into my court
Last night has been frae me;
\SBALLADS Child 71.41
\N1 `Unless \'twas Willie o Lauderdale,
Forbid that it be he!'
`And by my sooth,' says the auld woman,
`That very man is he.
\SBALLADS Child 71.42
\N1 `For he has broke my bigly bowers,
And he has stole my fee,
And made my daughter Ann a whore,
And an ill woman is she.
\SBALLADS Child 71.43
\N1 `That was not all he did to me,
Ere he went frae the town;
My sons sae true he f+iercly slew,
Amang the bent sae brown.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.44
\N1 Then out it spake her daughter Ann,
She stood by the king\'s knee:
`Ye lie, ye lie, my mother dear,
Sae loud\'s I hear you lie.
\SBALLADS Child 71.45
\N1 `He has not broke your bigly bowers,
Nor has he stole your fee,
Nor made your daughter Ann a whore;
A good woman I\'ll be.
\SBALLADS Child 71.46
\N1 `Altho he slew your three bauld sons,
He weel might be forgien;
They were well clad in armour bright,
Whan my love was him lane.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.47
\N1 `Well spoke, well spoke,' the king replied,
`This tauking pleases me;
For ae kiss o your lovely mouth,
I\'ll set your true-love free.'
\SBALLADS Child 71.48
\N1 She\'s taen the king in her arms,
And kissd him cheek and chin;
He then set her behind her love,
And they went singing hame.
\LBALLADS Child 72A.1
\N1 O I will sing to you a sang,
But oh my heart is sair!
The clerk\'s twa sons in Owsenford
Has to learn some unco lair.
\SBALLADS Child 72A.2
\N1 They hadna been in fair Parish
A twelvemonth an a day,
Till the clerk\'s twa sons o Owsenford
Wi the mayor\'s twa dauthrers lay.
\SBALLADS Child 72A.3
\N1 O word\'s gaen to the mighty mayor,
As he saild on the sea,
That the clerk\'s twa sons o Owsenford
Wi his twa daughters lay.
\SBALLADS Child 72A.4
\N1 `If they hae lain wi my twa daughters,
Meg an Marjorie,
The morn, or I taste meat or drink,
They shall be hangit hie.'
\SBALLADS Child 72A.5
\N1 O word\'s gaen to the clerk himself,
As he sat drinkin wine,
That his twa sons in fair Parish
Were bound in prison strong.
\SBALLADS Child 72A.6
\N1 Then up and spak the clerk\'s ladye,
And she spak powrfully:
`O tak with ye a purse of gold,
Or take with ye three,
And if ye canna get William,
Bring Andrew hame to me.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 72A.7
\N1 `O lye ye here for owsen, dear sons,
Or lie ye here for kye?
Or what is it that ye lie for,
Sae sair bound as ye lie?'
\SBALLADS Child 72A.8
\N1 `We lie not here for owsen, dear father,
Nor yet lie here for kye,
But it\'s for a little o dear bought love
Sae sair bound as we lie.'
\SBALLADS Child 72A.9
\N1 O he\'s gane to the mighty mayor,
And he spoke powerfully:
`Will ye grant me my twa sons\' lives,
Either for gold or fee?
Or will ye be sae gude a man
As grant them baith to me?'
\SBALLADS Child 72A.10
\N1 `I\'ll no grant ye yere twa sons\' lives,
Neither for gold or fee,
Nor will I be sae gude a man
As gie them back to thee;
Before the morn at twelve o\'clock
Ye\'ll see them hangit hie.'
\SBALLADS Child 72A.11
\N1 Up an spak his twa daughters,
An they spak powrfully:
`Will ye grant us our twa loves\' lives,
Either for gold or fee?
Or will ye be sae gude a man
As grant them baith to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 72A.12
\N1 `I\'ll no grant ye yere twa loves\' lives,
Neither for gold or fee,
Nor will I be sae gude a man
As grant their lives to thee;
Before the morn at twelve o\'clock
Ye\'ll see them hangit hie.'
\SBALLADS Child 72A.13
\N1 O he\'s taen out these proper youths,
And hangd them on a tree,
And he\'s bidden the clerk o Owsenford
Gang hame to his ladie.
\SBALLADS Child 72A.14
\N1 His lady sits on yon castle-wa,
Beholding dale an doun,
An there she saw her ain gude lord
Come walkin to the toun.
\SBALLADS Child 72A.15
\N1 `Ye\'re welcome, welcome, my ain gude lord,
Ye\'re welcome hame to me;
But where away are my twa sons?
Ye should hae brought them wi ye.'
\SBALLADS Child 72A.16
\N1 `It\'s I\'ve putten them to a deeper lair,
An to a higher schule;
Yere ain twa sons ill no be here
Till the hallow days o Yule.'
\SBALLADS Child 72A.17
\N1 `O sorrow, sorrow come mak my bed,
An dool come lay me doon!
For I\'ll neither eat nor drink,
Nor set a f+it on ground.'
\LBALLADS Child 72B.1
\N1 DE weel, de weel, my twa young sons,
An learn weel at the squeel;
Tak no up wi young women-kin,
An learn to act the feel.'
\SBALLADS Child 72B.2
\N1 But they had na been in Blomsbury
A twalmon and a day,
Till the twa pretty clerks o Owsenfoord
Wi the mayr\'s dauchters did lay.
\SBALLADS Child 72B.3
\N1 Word has gaen till the auld base mayr,
As he sat at his wine,
That the twa pretty clerks o Owsenford
Wi his daughters had lien.
\SBALLADS Child 72B.4
\N1 Then out bespak the auld base mayr,
An an angry man was he:
`Tomorrow, before I eat meat or drink,
I\'ll see them hanged hie.'
\SBALLADS Child 72B.5
\N1 But word has gaen to Owsenfoord
. . . . .
Before the letter was read,
She let the tears doun fa.
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 72B.6
\N1 `Your sons are weel, an verra weel,
An learnin at the squeel;
But I fear ye winna see your sons
At the holy days o Yeel.'
\SBALLADS Child 72B.7
\N1 Their father he went to Bloomsbury,
He turnit him roun about,
An there he saw his twa braw sons,
In the prison, leukin out.
\SBALLADS Child 72B.8
\N1 `O lie ye there for owsen, my sons,
Or lie ye there for kye?
Or lie ye there for dear fond love,
Si closs as ye de lie?'
\SBALLADS Child 72B.9
\N1 `We lie na here for owsen, father,
We lie na here for kye,
But we lie here for dear fond love,
An we\'re condemned to die.'
* * * * *
\SBALLADS Child 72B.10
\N1 Then out bespak the clerks\' fader,
An a sorry man was he:
`Gae till you bowers, ye lillie-f+lowers,
For a\' this winna dee.'
\SBALLADS Child 72B.11
\N1 Then out bespak the aul base mayr,
An an angry man was he:
`Gar to your bowers, ye vile base whores,
Ye\'ll see them hanged hie.'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 72C.1
\N1 I\R\'\rLL tell you a tale, or I\'ll sing you a song,
Will grieve your heart full sair;
How the twa bonny clerks o Oxenford
Went aff to learn their lear.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.2
\N1 Their father lovd them very weel,
Their mother muckle mair,
And sent them on to Billsbury,
To learn deeper lear.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.3
\N1 Then out it spake their mother dear:
`Do weel, my sons, do weel,
And haunt not wi the young women,
Wi them to play the f+iel.'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.4
\N1 Their father sware them on their souls,
Their mother on their life,
Never to lie wi the auld mayor\'s daughters,
Nor kiss the young mayor\'s wife.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.5
\N1 But they hadna been in Billsbury
A twallmonth and a day,
Till the twa bonny clerks o Oxenford
With the mayor\'s twa daughters lay.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.6
\N1 As these twa clerks they sat and wrote,
The ladies sewed and sang;
There was mair mirth in that chamber
Than all fair Ferrol\'s land.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.7
\N1 But word\'s gane to the wicked mayor,
As he sat at the wine,
That the twa bonny clerks o Oxenford
With his twa daughters had lyne.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.8
\N1 `O have they lain with my daughters dear,
Heirs out ower a\' my land,
The morn, ere I eat or drink,
I\'ll hang them with my hand.'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.9
\N1 Then he has taen the twa bonny clerks,
Bound them frae tap to tae,
Till the reddest blood in their body
Out ower their nails did gae.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.10
\N1 `Whare will I get a little wee boy,
Will win gowd to his fee,
That will rin on to Oxenford,
And that right speedilie?'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.11
\N1 Then up it starts a bonny boy,
Gold yellow was his hair;
I wish his father and mother joy,
His true-love muckle mair.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.12
\N1 Says, Here am I, a little wee boy,
Will win gowd to my fee,
That will rin on to Oxenford,
And that right speedilie.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.13
\N1 `Where ye f+ind the grass green growing,
Set down your heel and rin,
And where ye f+ind the brigs broken,
Ye\'ll bend your bow and swim.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.14
\N1 `But when ye come to Oxenford,
Bide neither to chap nor ca,
But set your bent bow to your breast,
And lightly loup the wa.'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.15
\N1 Where he found the grass green growing,
He slackt his shoes and ran,
And where he found the brigs broken,
He bent his bow and swam.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.16
\N1 And when he came to Oxenford,
Did neither chap nor ca,
But set his bent bow to his breast,
And lightly leapt the wa.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.17
\N1 `What news, what news, my little wee boy?
What news hae ye to me?
How are my sons in Billsbury,
Since they went far frae me?'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.18
\N1 `Your sons are well, and learning well,
But at a higher school,
And ye\'ll never see your sons again.
On the holy days o Yule.'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.19
\N1 `Wi sorrow now gae make my bed,
Wi care and caution lay me down;
That man on earth shall neer be born
Shall see me mair gang on the groun.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.20
\N1 `Take twenty pounds in your pocket,
And ten and ten to tell them wi,
And gin ye getna hynde Henry,
Bring ye gay Gilbert hame to me.'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.21
\N1 Out it speaks old Oxenford,
A sorry, sorry man, was he:
\N1 Out it speaks old Oxenford,
A sorry, sorry man, was he:
`Your strange wish does me surprise,
They are baith there alike to me.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.22
\N1 `Wi sorrow now I\'ll saddle my horse,
And I will gar my bridle ring,
And I shall be at Billsbury
Before the small birds sweetly sing.'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.23
\N1 Then sweetly sang the nightingale,
As she sat on the wand,
But sair, sair, mournd Oxenford,
As he gaed in the strand.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.24
\N1 When he came to Billsbury,
He rade it round about,
And at a little shott-window
His sons were looking out.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.25
\N1 `O lye ye there, my sons,' he said,
`For oxen, or for kye?
Or is it for a little o deep dear love,
Sae sair bound as ye lye?'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.26
\N1 `We lye not here, father,' they said,
`For oxen, nor for kye;
It\'s all for a little o deep dear love,
Sae sair bound as we lye.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.27
\N1 `O borrow\'s, borrow\'s, father,' they said,
`For the love we bear to thee!'
`O never fear, my pretty sons,
Well borrowed ye shall be.'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.28
\N1 Then he\'s gane to the wicked mayor,
And hailed him courteouslie:
`Good day, good day, O Billsbury,
God make you safe and free!'
`Come sit you down, brave Oxenford,
God make you safe and free!'
`Come sit you down, brave Oxenford,
What are your wills with me?'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.29
\N1 `Will ye gie me my sons again,
For gold or yet for fee?
Will ye gie me my sons again,
For\'s sake that died on tree?'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.30
\N1 `I winna gie you your sons again,
For gold nor yet for fee;
But if ye\'ll stay a little while,
Ye\'se see them hanged hie.'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.31
\N1 Ben it came the mayor\'s daughters,
Wi kirtle, coat alone;
Their eyes did sparkle like the gold,
As they tript on the stone.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.32
\N1 `Will ye gie us our loves, father,
For gold or yet for fee?
Or will ye take our own sweet life,
And let our true-loves be?'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.33
\N1 He\'s taen a whip into his hand,
And lashed them wondrous sair:
Gae to your bowers, ye vile rank whores,
Ye\'se never see them mair.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.34
\N1 Then out it speaks old Oxenford,
A sorry man was he:
`Gang to your bowers, ye lily-f+lowers,
For a\' this maunna be.'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.35
\N1 Out it speaks him hynde Henry:
`Come here, Janet, to me;
Will ye gie me my faith and troth,
And love, as I gae thee?'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.36
\N1 `Ye shall hae your faith and troth,
Wi God\'s blessing and mine;'
And twenty times she kissd his mouth,
Her father looking on.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.37
\N1 Then out it speaks him gay Gilbert:
`Come here, Margaret, to me;
Will ye gie me my faith and troth,
And love, as I gae thee?'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.38
\N1 `Yes, ye shall get your faith and troth,
Wi God\'s blessing and mine;'
And twenty times she kissd his mouth,
Her father looking on.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.39
\N1 `Ye\'ll take aff your twa black hats,
Lay them down on a stone,
That nane may ken that ye are clerks
Till ye are putten down.'
\SBALLADS Child 72C.40
\N1 The bonny clerks they died that morn,
Their loves died lang ere noon;
Their father and mother for sorrow died,
They all died very soon.
\SBALLADS Child 72C.41
\N1 These six souls went up to heaven,
I wish sae may we a\'!
The mighty mayor went down to hell,
For wrong justice and law.
\LBALLADS Child 72D.1
\N1 OH I will tell a tale of woe,
Which makes my heart richt sair;
The Clerk\'s two sons of Oxenfoord
Are too soon gone to lair.
\SBALLADS Child 72D.2
\N1 They thought their father\'s service mean,
Their mother\'s no great affair;
But they would go to fair Berwick,
To learn [some] unco lair.
\SBALLADS Child 72D.3
\N1 They had not been in fair Berwick
A twelve month and a day,
Till the clerk\'s two sons of Oxenfoord
With the mayor\'s two daughters lay.
\SBALLADS Child 72D.4
\N1 This word came to the mighty mayor,
As he hunted the rae,
That the clerks two sons of Oxenfoord
With his two daughters lay.
\SBALLADS Child 72D.5
\N1 `If they have lain with my daughters,
The heirs of all my land,
I make a vow, and will keep it true,
To hang them with my hand.'
\SBALLADS Child 72D.6
\N1 When he was certain of the fact,
An angry man was he,
And he has taken these two brothers,
And hanged them on the tree.
\SBALLADS Child 72D.7
\N1 Word it has come to Oxenfoord\'s clerk,
Ere it was many day,
That his two sons sometime ago
With the mayor\'s two daughters lay.
\SBALLADS Child 72D.8
\N1 `O saddle a horse to me,' he cried,
`O do it quick and soon,
That I may ride to fair Berwick,
And see what can be done.'
\SBALLADS Child 72D.9
\N1 But when he came to fair Berwick
A grieved man was he,
When that he saw his two bonnie sons
Both hanging on the tree.
\SBALLADS Child 72D.10
\N1 `O woe is me,' the clerk cried out,
`This dismal sight to see,
All the whole comfort of my life
Dead hanging on the tree!'
\SBALLADS Child 72D.11
\N1 He turned his horse\'s head about,
Making a piteous moan,
And all the way to Oxenfoord
Did sad and grievously groan.
\SBALLADS Child 72D.12
\N1 His wife did hastily cry out,
`You only do I see;
What have you done with my two sons,
You should have brought to me?'
\SBALLADS Child 72D.13
\N1 `I put them to some higher lair,
And to a deeper scule;
You will not see your bonnie sons
Till the haly days of Yule.
\SBALLADS Child 72D.14
\N1 `And I will spend my days in grief,
Will never laugh nor sing;
There\'s never a man in Oxenfoord
Shall hear my bridle ring.'
\LBALLADS Child 73A.1
\N1 LORD THOMAS and Fair Annet
Sate a\' day on a hill;
Whan night was cum, and sun was sett,
They had not talkt their f+ill.
\SBALLADS Child 73A.2
\N1 Lord Thomas said a word in jest,
Fair Annet took it ill:
`A, I will nevir wed a wife
Against my ain friends\' will.'
\SBALLADS Child 73A.3
\N1 `Gif ye wull nevir wed a wife,
A wife wull neir wed yee:'
Sae he is hame to tell his mither,
And knelt upon his knee.
\SBALLADS Child 73A.4
\N1 `O rede, O rede, mither,' he says,
`A gude rede gie to mee;
O sall I tak the nut-browne bride,
And let Fair Annet bee?'
\SBALLADS Child 73A.5
\N1 `The nut-browne bride haes gowd and gear,
Fair Annet she has gat nane;
And the little beauty Fair Annet haes
O it wull soon be gane.'
\SBALLADS Child 73A.6
\N1 And he has till his brother gane:
`Now, brother, rede ye mee;
A, sall I marrie the nut-browne bride,
And let Fair Annet bee?'
\SBALLADS Child 73A.7
\N1 `The nut-browne bride has oxen, brother,
The nut-browne bride has kye;
I wad hae ye marrie the nut-browne bride,
And cast Fair Annet bye.'
I wad hae ye marrie the nut-browne bride,
And cast Fair Annet bye.'
\SBALLADS Child 73A.8
\N1 `Her oxen may dye i the house, billie,
And her kye into the byre,
And I sall hae nothing to mysell
Bot a fat fadge by the fyre.'
\SBALLADS Child 73A.9
\N1 And he has till his sister gane:
`Now, sister, rede ye mee;
O sall I marrie the nut-browne bride,
And set Fair Annet free?'
\SBALLADS Child 73A.10
\N1 `I\'se rede ye tak Fair Annet, Thomas,
And let the browne bride alane;
Lest ye sould sigh, and say, Alace,
What is this we brought hame!'
\SBALLADS Child 73A.11
\N1 `No, I will tak my mither\'s counsel,
And marrie me owt o hand;
And I will tak the nut-browne bride,
Fair Annet may leive the land.'
\SBALLADS Child 73A.12
\N1 Up then rose Fair Annet\'s father,
Twa hours or it wer day,
And he is gane into the bower
Wherein Fair Annet lay.
\SBALLADS Child 73A.13
\N1 `Rise up, rise up, Fair Annet,' he says,
`Put on your silken sheene;
Let us gae to St. Marie\'s kirke,
And see that rich weddeen.'
\SBALLADS Child 73A.14
\N1 `My maides, gae to my dressing-roome,
And dress to me my hair;
\N1 `My maides, gae to my dressing-roome,
And dress to me my hair;
Whaireir yee laid a plait before,
See yee lay ten times mair.
\SBALLADS Child 73A.15
\N1 `My maids, gae to my dressing-room,
And dress to me my smock;
The one half is o the holland f+ine,
The other o needle-work.'
\SBALLADS Child 73A.16
\N1 The horse Fair Annet rade upon,
He amblit like the wind;
Wi siller he was shod before,
Wi burning gowd behind.
\SBALLADS Child 73A.17
\N1 Four and twanty siller bells
Wer a\' tyed till his mane,
And yae tift o the norland wind,
They tinkled ane by ane.
\SBALLADS Child 73A.18
\N1 Four and twanty gay gude knichts
Rade by Fair Annet\'s side,
And four and twanty fair ladies,
As gin she had bin a bride.
\SBALLADS Child 73A.19
\N1 And whan she cam to Marie\'s kirk,
She sat on Marie\'s stean:
The cleading that Fair Annet had on
It skinkled in their een.
\SBALLADS Child 73A.20
\N1 And whan she cam into the kirk,
She shimmerd like the sun;
The belt that was about her waist
Was a\' wi pearles bedone.
\SBALLADS Child 73A.21
\N1 She sat her by the nut-browne bride,
And her een they wer sae clear,
Lord Thomas he clean forgat the bride,
Whan Fair Annet drew near.
\SBALLADS Child 73A.22
\N1 He had a rose into his hand,
He gae it kisses three,
And reaching by the nut-browne bride,
Laid it on Fair Annet\'s knee.
\SBALLADS Child 73A.23
\N1 Up than spak the nut-browne bride,
She spak wi meikle spite:
`And whair gat ye that rose-water,
That does mak yee sae white?'
\SBALLADS Child 73A.24
\N1 `O I did get the rose-water
Whair ye wull neir get nane,
For I did get that very rose-water
Into my mither\'s wame.'
\SBALLADS Child 73A.25
\N1 The bride she drew a long bodkin
Frae out her gay head-gear,
And strake Fair Annet unto the heart,
That word spak nevir mair.
\SBALLADS Child 73A.26
\N1 Lord Thomas he saw Fair Annet wex pale,
And marvelit what mote bee;
But whan he saw her dear heart\'s blude,
A\' wood-wroth wexed hee.
\SBALLADS Child 73A.27
\N1 He drew his dagger, that was sae sharp,
That was sae sharp and meet,
And drave it into the nut-browne bride,
That fell deid at his feit.
\SBALLADS Child 73A.28
\N1 `Now stay for me, dear Annet,' he sed,
`Now stay, my dear,' he cry\'d;
Then strake the dagger untill his heart,
And fell deid by her side.
\SBALLADS Child 73A.29
\N1 Lord Thomas was buried without kirk-wa,
Fair Annet within the quiere,
And o the tane thair grew a birk,
The other a bonny briere.
\SBALLADS Child 73A.30
\N1 And ay they grew, and ay they threw,
As they wad faine be neare;
And by this ye may ken right weil
They were twa luvers deare.
\LBALLADS Child 73B.1
\N1 SWEET WILLIE and Fair Annie
Sat a\' day on yon hill;
Though they had sat til the leventh o June,
They wad na got their f+ill.
\SBALLADS Child 73B.2
\N1 But Willie spak a word amiss,
Fair Annie took it ill:
`I\'ll neer marry a tocherless lass
Agen my ain friends\' will.'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.3
\N1 Then on she lap, and awa she gat,
As fast as she could hie:
`Fare ye weel now, Sweet Willie,
It\'s fare ye weel a wee.'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.4
\N1 Then he is gane to his father\'s ha,
And tirled at the pin;
Then up and rase his father proud.
And loot Sweet Willie in.
\SBALLADS Child 73B.5
\N1 `Come riddle us, riddle us, father dear,
Yea both of us into ane;
Whether sall I marry Fair Annie,
Or bring the brown bride hame?'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.6
\N1 `The brown bride she has houses and land,
And Annie she has nane;
Sae on my blessing, my auld son,
Bring ye Brown Bride hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.7
\N1 Then he is to his mither\'s bouer,
And tirled at the pin;
Then up and rose his mother dear
To let Sweet Willie in.
\SBALLADS Child 73B.8
\N1 `Come riddle us, riddle us, mother dear,
Yea baith o us into ane;
Whether sall I marry Fair Annie,
Or bring the brown bride hame?'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.9
\N1 `The brown bride she has gowd and gear,
Fair Annie she has nane;
And for my blessing, my auld son,
Bring ye Brown Bride hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.10
\N1 Then he is to his sister\'s bouer,
And tirled at the pin;
And wha sae ready as his sister dear
To let her brither in.
\SBALLADS Child 73B.11
\N1 `Come riddle us, riddle us, sister fair,
Us baith yea into ane;
Whether sall I marry Fair Annie,
Or bring the brown bride hame?'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.12
\N1 `The brown bride she has horse and kye,
And Annie she has nane;
But for my love, my brither dear,
Bring hame the fair woman.
\SBALLADS Child 73B.13
\N1 `Your horse may dee into the staw,
The kye into the byre,
And ye\'ll hae nocht but a howther o dirt,
To feed about your f+ire.'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.14
\N1 Then he is to Fair Annie\'s bouer,
And tirled at the pin;
And wha sae ready as Fair Annie
To let Sweet Willie in.
\SBALLADS Child 73B.15
\N1 `You\'re welcome here to me, Willie,
You\'re welcome here to me:'
`I\'m na welcome to thee, Annie,
I\'m na welcome to thee,
For I\'m come to bid ye to my wedding,
It\'s gey sad news to thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.16
\N1 `It\'s gey sad news to me, Willie,
The saddest ye could tell;
It\'s gey sad news to me, Willie,
That shoud been bride mysel.'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.17
\N1 Then she is to her father gane,
And bowed low on her knee:
. . . . .
. . . . .
\SBALLADS Child 73B.18
\N1 `Come riddle us, riddle us, father dear,
Us baith yea into ane;
Whether sall I gang to Willie\'s wedding,
Or sall I stay at hame?'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.19
\N1 `Whare ane will be your frien, Annie,
Twenty will be your fae;'
`But prove it gude, or prove it bad,
To Willie\'s wedding I\'ll gae.
\SBALLADS Child 73B.20
\N1 `I\'ll na put on the grisly black,
Nor yet the dowie green,
But I\'ll put on a scarlet robe
To sheen like onie queen.'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.21
\N1 She\'s orderd the smiths to the smithy,
To shoe her a riding steed;
She has orderd the tailors to her bouer,
To dress her a riding weed.
\SBALLADS Child 73B.22
\N1 She has calld her maries to her bour,
To lay gowd on her hair:
`Whare e\'er ye put ae plait before,
See ye lay ten times mair.'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.23
\N1 The steed Fair Annie rade upon,
He bounded like the wind;
Wi silver he was shod before,
Wi burning gowd behind.
\SBALLADS Child 73B.24
\N1 And four and twenty siller bells
War tie+:d til his mane;
Wi ae blast o the norland wind
They tinkled ane by ane.
\SBALLADS Child 73B.25
\N1 And whan she cam unto the place,
And lichted on the green,
Ilka ane that did her see
Thought that she was a queen.
\SBALLADS Child 73B.26
\N1 `Is this your bride, Sweet Willie?' she said,
`I think she\'s wondrous wan;
Ye micht have had as fair a bride
As eer the sun sheend on.'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.27
\N1 `O haud your tongue, Fair Annie,' he said,
`Wi your talk let me abee;
For better I loe your little f+inger
Than the brown bride\'s haill bodie.'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.28
\N1 Then out and spak the nut-brown bride,
And she spak out of spite:
`O whare gat ye the water, Annie,
That washd your face sae white?'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.29
\N1 `O I gat een the water,' quo she,
`Whare ye will neer get nane;
It\'s I gat een the water,' quo she,
`Aneath yon marble stane.'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.30
\N1 Then out and spake the nut-brown bride,
And she spak yet again:
`O whare gat ye the claith, Annie,
That dried your face sae clean?'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.31
\N1 `O I gat een the claith,' quo she,
`Whare ye will neer get nane;
It\'s I gat een the claith,' quo she,
`Aneath yon bouer o bane.'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.32
\N1 The brown bride had a little penknife,
Which she kept secret there;
She stabbd Fair Annie to the heart,
A deep wound and a sair.
\SBALLADS Child 73B.33
\N1 It\'s out and spak he Sweet Willie,
And he spak yet again:
`O what\'s the matter wi thee, Annie,
That ye do look sae wan?'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.34
\N1 `Oh are ye blind, Willie?' she said,
`Or do ye no weel see?
I think ye micht see my heart\'s blude,
Come rinning by my knee.'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.35
\N1 Then Willie took a little sword,
Which he kept secret there,
And strak the brown bride to the heart,
A word she neer spak mair.
\SBALLADS Child 73B.36
\N1 And after that a\' this was dune,
He drew it through the strae,
And through his ain fair bodie
He causd the cauld iron gae.
\SBALLADS Child 73B.37
\N1 The last words that Sweet Willie spak,
His heart was almaist gane;
`May never a young man like me
Have sic a sad wedding.
\SBALLADS Child 73B.38
\N1 `For gear will come, and gear will gang,
And gear\'s ae but a lend,
And monie a ane for warld\'s gear
A silly brown bride brings hame.'
And monie a ane for warld\'s gear
A silly brown bride brings hame.'
\SBALLADS Child 73B.39
\N1 Sweet Willie was buried in Mary\'s kirk,
And Annie in Mary\'s quire,
And out o the ane there grew a birk,
And out o the ither a brier.
\SBALLADS Child 73B.40
\N1 And ae they grew, and ae they threw,
Until the twa did meet,
That ilka ane micht plainly see
They were true lovers sweet.
\LBALLADS Child 73C.1
\N1 `COME read my rede, O mother dear,
Come riddle it all in one;
O whether will I take Fair Annie,
Or bring the brown bride home?'
\SBALLADS Child 73C.2
\N1 `The brown, brown bride has kye and ewes,
Fair Annie she has none;
She has nothing but a bonny, bonny face,
And that\'ll soon be gone.'
\SBALLADS Child 73C.3
\N1 `Where will I get a pretty little boy,
That\'ll rin my errands soon,
That will rin to Fair Annie\'s bower,
And bid her to my wedding?'
\SBALLADS Child 73C.4
\N1 `Here am I, a pretty little boy,
That\'ll rin your errands soon,
That will rin to Fair Annie\'s bower,
And bid her to your wedding.'
\SBALLADS Child 73C.5
\N1 `Forbid her to put on her silks so black,
Or yet her silks so brown;
But she must put on her suddled silks,
That she wears up and down.
\SBALLADS Child 73C.6
\N1 `Forbid her to put on her silks so green,
Or yet her sils so gray;
But she must put on her suddled silks,
That she wears every day.'
\SBALLADS Child 73C.7
\N1 When he gade to Fair Annie\'s bower,
He tirled at the pin;
So ready was Fair Annie hersell
To open and let him in.
\SBALLADS Child 73C.8
\N1 `What news, what news, my little boy?
What news hast thou to me?'
`You must prepare for Lord Thomas\' wedding,
And that\'s bad news for thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 73C.9
\N1 `Good news, good news,' Fair Annie says,
`Good news is it for me,
For me to be bride and him bridegroom,
And that\'s good news for me.'
\SBALLADS Child 73C.10
\N1 `He forbids thee to put on thy silks so black,
Or yet thy silks so brown;
But thou must put on thy suddled silks,
That thou wears up and down.
\SBALLADS Child 73C.11
\N1 `He forbids you to put on thy silks so green,
Or yet thy silks so gray;
But thou must on thy suddled silks,
That thou wears every day.'
\SBALLADS Child 73C.12
\N1 `There are smiths into my smiddy-bour
That\'ll dress to me a steed,
There are tailors in my tailor-house
That\'ll dress to me a weed.
\SBALLADS Child 73C.13
\N1 `There are maidens in my maiden-bower
That\'ll lay gold in my hair,
And where eer there were ane link before,
It shall be nine times mair.'
\SBALLADS Child 73C.14
\N1 Then Annie got herself attired,
In all things very f+ine,
With red ribbons, and silks so fair,
That owre her shoulders shine.
\SBALLADS Child 73C.15
\N1 When she came to Lord Thomas\' yett,
She shined amang them a\',
And the buttons on Lord Thomas\' coat
Brusted and brak in twa.
\SBALLADS Child 73C.16
\N1 `Brown, brown is your steed,' she says,
`But browner is your bride;
But gallant is that handkerchy
That hideth her din hide.'
\SBALLADS Child 73C.17
\N1 `O hold thy peace, Fair Annie,' he says,
`Speak not of that to me,
For happy is that bonny, bonny lad
That leads his life with thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 73C.18
\N1 Then out bespoke the brown, brown bride,
And she spoke out with spite:
`O whare gets thou that water-cherry,
That washes thee so white?'
\SBALLADS Child 73C.19
\N1 `I got in my father\'s garden,
Below an olive tree,
And although thou war to seek long seven years
That water thou\'ll never see.
\SBALLADS Child 73C.20
\N1 `Tho thou hast got Lord Thomas\' hand
That water thou\'ll neer see;
For thou\'s sunbrunt from thy mother\'s womb,
And thou\'ll never be like me.'
* * * * *
\LBALLADS Child 73D.1
\N1 LORD THOMAS he was a bold forrester,
And a chaser of the king\'s deer;
Fair Ellinor was a fair woman,
And Lord Thomas he loved her dear.
\SBALLADS Child 73D.2
\N1 `Come riddle my riddle, dear mother,' he said,
`And riddle us both as one,
Whether I shall marry Fair Ellinor,
And let the brown girl alone.'
\SBALLADS Child 73D.3
\N1 `The brown girl she has got houses and lands,
And Fair Ellinor she has got none;
Therefore I charge you on my blessing
To bring me the brown girl home.'
\SBALLADS Child 73D.4
\N1 And as it befell on a high holidaye,
As many did more beside,
Lord Thomas he went to Fair Ellinor,
That should have been his bride.
\SBALLADS Child 73D.5
\N1 But when he came to Fair Ellinor\'s bower,
He knocked there at the ring;
But who was so ready as Fair Ellinor
For to let Lord Thomas in.
\SBALLADS Child 73D.6
\N1 `What news, what news, Lord Thomas,' she said,
`What news hast thou brought unto me?'
`I am come to bid thee to my wedding,
And that is bad news to thee.'
\SBALLADS Child 73D.7
\N1 `Oh God forbid, Lord Thomas,' she said,
`That such a thing should be done;
I thought to have been thy bride my own self,
And you to have been the brid\'s-groom.
\SBALLADS Child 73D.8
\N1 `Come riddle my riddle, dear mother,' she sayd,
`And riddle it all in one;
Whether I shall go to Lord Thomas\'s wedding,
Or whether I shall tarry at home.'
\SBALLADS Child 73D.9
\N1 `There\'s many that are your friends, daughter,
And many that are your fo;
Therefore I charge you on my blessing,
To Lord Thomas\'s wedding don\'t go.'
\SBALLADS Child 73D.10
\N1 `There\'s many that are my friends, mother,
If a thousand more were my foe,
Betide my life, betide my death,
To Lord Thomas\'s wedding I\'le go.'
\SBALLADS Child 73D.11
\N1 She cloathed herself in gallant attyre,
And her merry men all in green,
And as they rid thorough everye towne,
They took her to have been a queene.
\SBALLADS Child 73D.12
\N1 But when she came to Lord Thomas\'s gate,
She knocked there at the ring;
But who was so ready as Lord Thomas
To lett Fair Ellinor in.
\SBALLADS Child 73D.13
\N1 `Is this your bride?' Fair Ellin she sayd,
`Methinks she