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+Project Gutenberg's Ballads of Scottish Tradition and Romance, by Various
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+Title: Ballads of Scottish Tradition and Romance
+       Popular Ballads of the Olden Times - Third Series
+
+Author: Various
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+Editor: Frank Sidgwick
+
+Release Date: February 19, 2007 [EBook #20624]
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+POPULAR BALLADS OF THE OLDEN TIME
+
++First Series.+ Ballads of Romance and Chivalry.
+
+'It forms an excellent introduction to a sadly neglected source of
+poetry.... We ... hope that it will receive ample encouragement.'
+--_Athenęum._
+
+'It will certainly, if carried out as it is begun, constitute a boon to
+the lover of poetry.... We shall look with anxiety for the following
+volumes of what will surely be the best popular edition in existence.'
+--_Notes and Queries._
+
+'There can be nothing but praise for the selection, editing, and notes,
+which are all excellent and adequate. It is, in fine, a valuable volume
+of what bids fair to be a very valuable series.' --_Academy._
+
+'The most serviceable edition of the ballads yet published in England.'
+--_Manchester Guardian._
+
+
++Second Series.+ Ballads of Mystery and Miracle and Fyttes of Mirth.
+
+'Even more interesting than the first.' --_Athenęum._
+
+'The augmenting series will prove an inestimable boon.' --_Notes and
+Queries._
+
+'It includes many beautiful and well-known ballads, and no pains have
+been spared by the editor in producing them, so far as may be, in their
+entirety.' --_World._
+
+'The second volume ... carries out the promise of the first.... Even
+after Professor Kittredge's compressed edition of Child, ... Mr.
+Sidgwick's work abundantly justifies its existence.' --_Manchester
+Guardian._
+
+  [The "First Series" is available from Project Gutenberg as e-text
+  #20469. The "Second Series" is in preparation as of February 2007.]
+
+
+
+
+  POPULAR BALLADS
+  OF THE OLDEN TIME
+  SELECTED AND EDITED
+  BY FRANK SIDGWICK
+
+  Third Series. Ballads of
+  Scottish Tradition and
+  Romance
+
+  'I wadna gi'e ae wheeple of a whaup
+  for a' the nichtingales in England.'
+
+
+
+
+  A. H. BULLEN
+  47 Great Russell Street
+  London. MCMVI
+
+
+
+
+  'It is impossible that anything should be universally tasted and
+  approved by a Multitude, tho' they are only the Rabble of a Nation,
+  which hath not in it some peculiar Aptness to please and gratify the
+  Mind of Man.'
+
+      Addison.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+                                                          PAGE
+
+  Map to illustrate Border Ballads               _Frontispiece_
+  Preface                                                  vii
+  Ballads in the Third Series                               ix
+
+  The Hunting of the Cheviot                                 1
+  The Battle of Otterburn                                   16
+  Johnie Armstrong                                          30
+  The Braes of Yarrow                                       34
+  The Twa Brothers                                          37
+  The Outlyer Bold                                          40
+  Mary Hamilton                                             44
+  Kinmont Willie                                            49
+  The Laird o' Logie                                        58
+  Captain Car                                               62
+  Sir Patrick Spence                                        68
+  Flodden Field                                             71
+  Dick o' the Cow                                           75
+  Sir Hugh in the Grime's Downfall                          89
+  The Death of Parcy Reed                                   93
+  Bewick and Grahame                                       101
+  The Fire of Frendraught                                  112
+  Geordie                                                  118
+  The Baron of Brackley                                    122
+  The Gipsy Laddie                                         129
+  Bessy Bell and Mary Gray                                 133
+  Sir James the Rose                                       135
+  Clyde's Water                                            140
+  Katharine Jaffray                                        145
+  Lizie Lindsay                                            148
+  The Gardener                                             153
+  John o' the Side                                         156
+  Jamie Douglas                                            164
+    Waly, waly gin love be bonny                           168
+  The Heir of Linne                                        170
+  Earl Bothwell                                            177
+  Durham Field                                             181
+  The Battle of Harlaw                                     194
+  The Laird of Knottington                                 200
+  The Whummil Bore                                         204
+  Lord Maxwell's Last Goodnight                            206
+
+  Appendix--
+    the Jolly Juggler                                      211
+  Index of Titles                                          217
+  Index of First Lines                                     219
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE
+
+
+Although a certain number of the ballads in this volume belong to
+England as much as to Scotland, the greater number are so intimately
+connected with Scottish history and tradition, that it would have been
+rash (to say the least) for a Southron to have ventured across the
+border unaided. It is therefore more than a pleasure to record my thanks
+to my friend Mr. A. Francis Steuart of Edinburgh, to whom I have
+submitted the proofs of these ballads. His extensive and peculiar
+knowledge of Scottish history and genealogy has been of the greatest
+service throughout.
+
+I must also thank Mr. C. G. Tennant for assistance with the map given as
+frontispiece; and my unknown friend, Messrs. Constable's reader, has
+supplied valuable help in detail.
+
+My self-imposed scheme of classification by subject-matter becomes no
+easier as the end of my task approaches. The Fourth Series will consist
+mainly of ballads of Robin Hood and other outlaws, including a few
+pirates. The projected class of 'Sea Ballads' has thus been split; _Sir
+Patrick Spence_, for example, appears in this volume. A few ballads defy
+classification, and will have to appear, if at all, in a miscellaneous
+section.
+
+The labour of reducing to modern spelling several ballads from the
+seventeenth-century orthography of the Percy Folio is compensated,
+I hope, by the quaint and spirited result. These lively ballads are now
+presented for the first time in this popular form.
+
+In _The Jolly Juggler_, given in the Appendix, I claim to have
+discovered a new ballad, which has not yet been treated as such, though
+I make bold to think Professor Child would have included it in his
+collection had he known of it. I trust that the publicity thus given to
+it will attract the attention of experts more competent than myself to
+annotate and illustrate it as it deserves.
+
+    F. S.
+
+
+
+
+BALLADS IN THE THIRD SERIES
+
+
+I have hesitated to use the term 'historical' in choosing a general
+title for the ballads in this volume, although, if the word can be
+applied to any popular ballads, it would be applied with most
+justification to a large number of these ballads of Scottish and Border
+tradition. 'Some ballads are historical, or at least are founded on
+actual occurrences. In such cases, we have a manifest point of departure
+for our chronological investigation. The ballad is likely to have sprung
+up shortly after the event, and to represent the common rumo[u]r of the
+time. Accuracy is not to be expected, and indeed too great historical
+fidelity in detail is rather a ground of suspicion than a certificate
+of the genuinely popular character of the piece.... Two cautionary
+observations are necessary. Since history repeats itself, the
+possibility and even the probability must be entertained that every now
+and then a ballad which had been in circulation for some time was
+adapted to the circumstances of a recent occurrence, and has come down
+to us only in such an adaptation. It is also far from improbable that
+many ballads which appear to have no definite localization or historical
+antecedents may be founded on fact, since one of the marked tendencies
+of popular narrative poetry is to alter or eliminate specific names of
+persons and places in the course of oral tradition.'[1]
+
+    [Footnote 1: Introduction (p. xvi) to _English and Scottish Popular
+    Ballads, edited from the Collection of Francis James Child, by Helen
+    Child Sargent and George Lyman Kittredge_, 1905. This admirable
+    condensation of Child's five volumes, issued since my Second Series,
+    is enhanced by Professor Kittredge's _Introduction_, the best
+    possible substitute for the gap left in the larger book by the
+    death of Child before the completion of his task.]
+
+Warned by these wise words, we may, perhaps, select the following
+ballads from the present volume as 'historical, or at least founded on
+actual occurrences.'
+
+(i) This section, which we may call 'Historical,' includes _The Hunting
+of the Cheviot_, _The Battle of Otterburn_, _Mary Hamilton_, _The Laird
+o' Logie_, _Captain Car_, _Flodden Field_, _The Fire of Frendraught_,
+_Bessy Bell and Mary Gray_, _Jamie Douglas_, _Earl Bothwell_, _Durham
+Field_, _The Battle of Harlaw_, and _Lord Maxwell's Last Goodnight_.
+Probably we should add _The Death of Parcy Reed_; possibly _Geordie_ and
+_The Gipsy Laddie_. More doubtful still is _Sir Patrick Spence_; and
+_The Baron of Brackley_ confuses two historical events.
+
+(ii) From the above section I have eliminated those which may be
+separately classified as 'Border Ballads.' _Sir Hugh in the Grime's
+Downfall_ seems to have some historical foundation, but _Bewick and
+Grahame_ has none. A sub-section of 'Armstrong Ballads' forms a good
+quartet; _Johnie Armstrong_, _Kinmont Willie_, _Dick o' the Cow_, and
+_John o' the Side_.
+
+(iii) In the purely 'Romantic' class we may place _The Braes of Yarrow_,
+_The Twa Brothers_, _The Outlyer Bold_, _Clyde's Water_, _Katharine
+Jaffray_, _Lizie Lindsay_, _The Heir of Linne_, and _The Laird of
+Knottington_.
+
+(iv) There remain a lyrical ballad, _The Gardener_; a song, _Waly, waly,
+gin love be bonny_; and the nondescript _Whummil Bore_. The Appendix
+contains a ballad, _The Jolly Juggler_, which would have come more
+fittingly in the First Series, had I known of it in time.
+
+In the general arrangement, however, the above classes have been mixed,
+in order that the reader may browse as he pleases.
+
+
+I
+
+A comparison of the first two ballads in this volume will show the
+latitude with which it is possible for an historical incident to be
+treated by tradition. The Battle of Otterburn was fought in 1388; but
+our two versions belong to the middle of the sixteenth century. The
+English _Battle of Otterburn_ is the more faithful to history, and
+refers (35.2) to 'the cronykle' as authority. _The Hunting of the
+Cheviot_ was in the repertory of Richard Sheale (see First Series,
+_Introduction_, xxvii), who ends his version in the regular manner
+traditional amongst minstrels. Also, we have the broadside _Chevy
+Chase_, which well illustrates the degradation of a ballad in the hands
+of the hack-writers; this may be seen in many collections of ballads.
+
+_Mary Hamilton_ has a very curious literary history. If, _pendente
+lite_, we may assume the facts to be as suggested, pp. 44-46, it
+illustrates admirably Professor Kittredge's warning, quoted above, that
+ballads already in circulation may be adapted to the circumstances of a
+recent occurrence. But the incidents--betrayal, child-murder, and
+consequent execution--cannot have been uncommon in courts, at least in
+days of old; and it is quite probable that an early story was adapted,
+first to the incident of 1563, and again to the Russian story of 1718.
+Perhaps we may remark in passing that it is a pity that so repugnant a
+story should be attached to a ballad containing such beautiful stanzas
+as the last four.
+
+_Captain Car_ is an English ballad almost contemporary with the Scottish
+incident which it records; and, from the fact of its including a popular
+burden, we may presume it was adapted to the tune. _Bessy Bell and Mary
+Gray_, which records a piece of Scottish news of no importance whatever,
+has become an English nursery rhyme. In _Jamie Douglas_ an historical
+fact has been interwoven with a beautiful lyric. Indeed, the chances of
+corruption and contamination are infinite.
+
+
+II
+
+The long pathetic ballad of _Bewick and Grahame_ is a link between the
+romantic ballads and the ballads of the Border, _Sir Hugh in the Grime's
+Downfall_ connecting the Border ballads with the 'historical' ballads.
+The four splendid 'Armstrong ballads' also are mainly 'historical,'
+though _Dick o' the Cow_ requires further elucidation. _Kinmont Willie_
+is under suspicion of being the work of Sir Walter Scott, who alone of
+all ballad-editors, perhaps, could have compiled a ballad good enough to
+deceive posterity. We cannot doubt the excellence of _Kinmont Willie_;
+but it would be tedious, as well as unprofitable, to collect the hundred
+details of manner, choice of words, and expression, which discredit the
+authenticity of the ballad.
+
+_John o' the Side_ has not, I believe, been presented to readers in its
+present shape before. It is one of the few instances in which the
+English version of a ballad is better than the Scottish.
+
+
+III
+
+_The Braes o' Yarrow_ is a good example of the Scottish lyrical ballad,
+the continued rhyme being very effective. _The Twa Brothers_ has become
+a game, and _Lizie Lindsay_ a song. _The Outlyer Bold_ is a title I have
+been forced to give to a version of the ballad best known as _The Bonnie
+Banks o' Fordie_; this, it is true, might have come more aptly in the
+First Series. So also _Katharine Jaffray_, which enlarges the lesson
+taught in _The Cruel Brother_ (First Series, p. 76), and adds one of its
+own.
+
+_The Heir of Linne_ is another of the naļve, delightful ballads from the
+Percy Folio, and in general style may be compared with _The Lord of
+Learne_ in the Second Series (p. 182).
+
+
+IV
+
+Little is to be said of _The Gardener_ or _The Whummil Bore_, the former
+being almost a lyric, and the latter presumably a fragment. _Waly,
+waly_, is not a ballad at all, and is only included because it has
+become confused with _Jamie Douglas_.
+
+_The Jolly Juggler_ seems to be a discovery, and I commend it to the
+notice of those better qualified to deal with it. The curious fifth line
+added to each verse may be the work of some minstrel--a humorous
+addition to, or comment upon, the foregoing stanza. Certain Danish
+ballads exhibit this peculiarity, but I cannot find any Danish
+counterpart to the ballad in Prior's three volumes.
+
+
+
+
+THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT
+
+
++The Text+ here given is that of a MS. in the Bodleian Library (Ashmole
+48) of about the latter half of the sixteenth century. It was printed by
+Hearne, and by Percy in the _Reliques_, and the whole MS. was edited by
+Thomas Wright for the Roxburghe Club in 1860. In this MS. _The Hunting
+of the Cheviot_ is No. viii., and is subscribed 'Expliceth, quod Rychard
+Sheale.' Sheale is known to have been a minstrel of Tamworth, and it
+would appear that much of this MS. (including certain poems, no doubt
+his own) is in his handwriting--probably the book belonged to him. But
+the supposition that he was author of the _Hunting of the Cheviot_,
+Child dismisses as 'preposterous in the extreme.'
+
+The other version, far better known as _Chevy Chase_, is that of the
+Percy Folio, published in the _Reliques_, and among the Pepys, Douce,
+Roxburghe, and Bagford collections of ballads. For the sake of
+differentiation this may be called the broadside form of the ballad, as
+it forms a striking example of the impairment of a traditional ballad
+when re-written for the broadside press. Doubtless it is the one known
+and commented on by Addison in his famous papers (Nos. 70 and 74) in the
+_Spectator_ (1711), but it is not the one referred to by Sir Philip
+Sidney in his _Apologie_. Professor Child doubts if Sidney's ballad,
+'being so evill apparelled in the dust and cobwebbes of that uncivill
+age,' is the traditional one here printed, which is scarcely the product
+of an uncivil age; more probably Sidney had heard it in a rough and
+ancient form, 'sung,' as he says, 'but by some blind crouder, with no
+rougher voyce than rude stile.' 'The Hunttis of the Chevet' is mentioned
+as one of the 'sangis of natural music of the antiquite' sung by the
+shepherds in _The Complaynt of Scotland_, a book assigned to 1549.
+
+
++The Story.+--The _Hunting of the Cheviot_ is a later version of the
+_Battle of Otterburn_, and a less conscientious account thereof.
+Attempts have been made to identify the _Hunting_ with the Battle of
+Piperden (or Pepperden) fought in 1436 between a Percy and a Douglas.
+But the present ballad is rather an unauthenticated account of an
+historical event, which made a great impression on the public mind. Of
+that, its unfailing popularity on both sides of the Border, its constant
+appearance in broadside form, and its inclusion in every ballad-book,
+give the best witness.
+
+The notable deed of Witherington (stanza 54) has many parallels. All
+will remember the warrior who
+
+  '... when his legs were smitten off
+  He fought upon his stumps.'
+
+Tradition tells an identical story of 'fair maiden Lilliard' at the
+Battle of Ancrum Muir in 1545. Seneca mentions the feat. It occurs in
+the Percy Folio, Sir Graysteel (in _Eger and Grine_) fighting on one
+leg. Johnie Armstrong and Sir Andrew Barton both retire to 'bleed
+awhile' after being transfixed through the body. Finally, in an early
+saga, King Starkathr (Starkad) fights on after his head is cut off.
+
+
+THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT
+
+  1.
+  The Persė owt off Northombarlonde,
+    and avowe to God mayd he
+  That he wold hunte in the mowntayns
+    off Chyviat within days thre,
+  In the magger of doughtė Dogles,
+    and all that ever with him be.
+
+  2.
+  The fattiste hartes in all Cheviat
+    he sayd he wold kyll, and cary them away:
+  'Be my feth,' sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn,
+    'I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may.'
+
+  3.
+  Then the Persė owt off Banborowe cam,
+    with him a myghtee meany,
+  With fifteen hondrith archares bold off blood and bone;
+    the wear chosen owt of shyars thre.
+
+  4.
+  This begane on a Monday at morn,
+    in Cheviat the hillys so he;
+  The chylde may rue that ys vn-born,
+    it wos the mor pittė.
+
+  5.
+  The dryvars thorowe the woodės went,
+    for to reas the dear;
+  Bomen byckarte vppone the bent
+    with ther browd aros cleare.
+
+  6.
+  Then the wyld thorowe the woodės went,
+    on every sydė shear;
+  Greahondės thorowe the grevis glent,
+    for to kyll thear dear.
+
+  7.
+  This begane in Chyviat the hyls abone,
+    yerly on a Monnyn-day;
+  Be that it drewe to the oware off none,
+    a hondrith fat hartės ded ther lay.
+
+  8.
+  The blewe a mort vppone the bent,
+    the semblyde on sydis shear;
+  To the quyrry then the Persė went,
+    to se the bryttlynge off the deare.
+
+  9.
+  He sayd, 'It was the Duglas promys
+    this day to met me hear;
+  But I wyste he wolde faylle, verament;'
+    a great oth the Persė swear.
+
+  10.
+  At the laste a squyar off Northomberlonde
+    lokyde at his hand full ny;
+  He was war a the doughetie Doglas commynge,
+    with him a myghttė meany.
+
+  11.
+  Both with spear, bylle, and brande,
+    yt was a myghtti sight to se;
+  Hardyar men, both off hart nor hande,
+    wear not in Cristiantė.
+
+  12.
+  The wear twenti hondrith spear-men good,
+    withoute any feale;
+  The wear borne along be the watter a Twyde,
+    yth bowndės of Tividale.
+
+  13.
+  'Leave of the brytlyng of the dear,' he sayd,
+    'and to your bo’s lock ye tayk good hede;
+  For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne
+    had ye never so mickle nede.'
+
+  14.
+  The dougheti Dogglas on a stede,
+    he rode alle his men beforne;
+  His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede;
+    a boldar barne was never born.
+
+  15.
+  'Tell me whos men ye ar,' he says,
+    'or whos men that ye be:
+  Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays,
+    in the spyt of myn and of me.'
+
+  16.
+  The first mane that ever him an answear mayd,
+    yt was the good lord Persė:
+  'We wyll not tell the whoys men we ar,' he says,
+    'nor whos men that we be;
+  But we wyll hounte hear in this chays,
+    in the spyt of thyne and of the.
+
+  17.
+  'The fattiste hartės in all Chyviat
+    we have kyld, and cast to carry them away:'
+  'Be my troth,' sayd the doughetė Dogglas agayn,
+    'therfor the ton of us shall de this day.'
+
+  18.
+  Then sayd the doughtė Doglas
+    unto the lord Persė:
+  'To kyll alle thes giltles men,
+    alas, it wear great pittė!
+
+  19.
+  'But, Persė, thowe art a lord of lande,
+    I am a yerle callyd within my contrė;
+  Let all our men vppone a parti stande,
+    and do the battell off the and of me.'
+
+  20.
+  'Nowe Cristes cors on his crowne,' sayd the lord Persė,
+    'who-so-ever ther-to says nay!
+  Be my troth, doughttė Doglas,' he says,
+    'thow shalt never se that day.
+
+  21.
+  'Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France,
+    nor for no man of a woman born,
+  But, and fortune be my chance,
+    I dar met him, on man for on.'
+
+  22.
+  Then bespayke a squyar off Northombarlonde,
+    Richard Wytharyngton was his nam:
+  'It shall never be told in Sothe-Ynglonde,' he says,
+    'to Kyng Herry the Fourth for sham.
+
+  23.
+  'I wat youe byn great lordės twaw,
+    I am a poor squyar of lande:
+  I wylle never se my captayne fyght on a fylde,
+    and stande my selffe and loocke on,
+  But whylle I may my weppone welde,
+    I wylle not fayle both hart and hande.'
+
+  24.
+  That day, that day, that dredfull day!
+    the first fit here I fynde;
+  And youe wyll here any mor a the hountyng a the Chyviat,
+    yet ys ther mor behynde.
+
+    ...   ...   ...
+
+  25.
+  The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent,
+    ther hartes wer good yenoughe;
+  The first off arros that the shote off,
+    seven skore spear-men the sloughe.
+
+  26.
+  Yet byddys the yerle Doglas vppon the bent,
+    a captayne good yenoughe,
+  And that was sene verament,
+    for he wrought hom both woo and wouche.
+
+  27.
+  The Dogglas partyd his ost in thre,
+    lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde;
+  With suar spears off myghttė tre,
+    the cum in on every syde:
+
+  28.
+  Thrughe our Yngglyshe archery
+    gave many a wounde fulle wyde;
+  Many a doughetė the garde to dy,
+    which ganyde them no pryde.
+
+  29.
+  The Ynglyshe men let ther bo’s be,
+    and pulde owt brandes that wer brighte;
+  It was a hevy syght to se
+    bryght swordes on basnites lyght.
+
+  30.
+  Thorowe ryche male and myneyeple,
+    many sterne the strocke done streght;
+  Many a freyke that was fulle fre,
+    ther undar foot dyd lyght.
+
+  31.
+  At last the Duglas and the Persė met,
+    lyk to captayns of myght and of mayne;
+  The swapte togethar tylle the both swat
+    with swordes that wear of fyn myllan.
+
+  32.
+  Thes worthė freckys for to fyght,
+    ther-to the wear fulle fayne,
+  Tylle the bloode owte off thear basnetes sprente,
+    as ever dyd heal or rayn.
+
+  33.
+  'Yelde the, Persė,' sayde the Doglas,
+    'and i feth I shalle the brynge
+  Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis
+    of Jamy our Skottish kynge.
+
+  34.
+  'Thou shalte have thy ransom fre,
+    I hight the hear this thinge;
+  For the manfullyste man yet art thowe
+    that ever I conqueryd in filde fighttynge.'
+
+  35.
+  'Nay,' sayd the lord Persė,
+    'I tolde it the beforne,
+  That I wolde never yeldyde be
+    to no man of a woman born.'
+
+  36.
+  With that ther cam an arrowe hastely,
+    forthe off a myghttė wane;
+  Hit hathe strekene the yerle Duglas
+    in at the brest-bane.
+
+  37.
+  Thorowe lyvar and longės bathe
+    the sharpe arrowe ys gane,
+  That never after in all his lyffe-days
+    he spayke mo wordės but ane:
+  That was, 'Fyghte ye, my myrry men, whyllys ye may,
+    for my lyff-days ben gan.'
+
+  38.
+  The Persė leanyde on his brande,
+    and sawe the Duglas de;
+  He tooke the dede mane by the hande,
+    and sayd, 'Wo ys me for the!
+
+  39.
+  'To have savyde thy lyffe, I wolde have partyde with
+    my landes for years thre,
+  For a better man, of hart nare of hande,
+    was nat in all the north contrė.'
+
+  40.
+  Off all that se a Skottishe knyght,
+    was callyd Ser Hewe the Monggombyrry;
+  He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght,
+    he spendyd a spear, a trusti tre.
+
+  41.
+  He rod uppone a corsiare
+    throughe a hondrith archery:
+  He never stynttyde, nar never blane,
+    tylle he cam to the good lord Persė.
+
+  42.
+  He set uppone the lorde Persė
+    a dynte that was full soare;
+  With a suar spear of a myghttė tre
+    clean thorow the body he the Persė ber,
+
+  43.
+  A the tothar syde that a man myght se
+    a large cloth-yard and mare:
+  Towe bettar captayns wear nat in Cristiantė
+    then that day slan wear ther.
+
+  44.
+  An archar off Northomberlonde
+    say slean was the lord Persė;
+  He bar a bende bowe in his hand,
+    was made off trusti tre.
+
+  45.
+  An arow, that a cloth-yarde was lang,
+    to the harde stele halyde he;
+  A dynt that was both sad and soar
+    he sat on Ser Hewe the Monggombyrry.
+
+  46.
+  The dynt yt was both sad and sar,
+    that he of Monggomberry sete;
+  The swane-fethars that his arrowe bar
+    with his hart-blood the wear wete.
+
+  47.
+  Ther was never a freake wone foot wolde fle,
+    but still in stour dyd stand,
+  Heawyng on yche othar, whylle the myghte dre,
+    with many a balfull brande.
+
+  48.
+  This battell begane in Chyviat
+    an owar befor the none.
+  And when even-songe bell was rang,
+    the battell was nat half done.
+
+  49.
+  The tocke ... on ethar hande
+    be the lyght off the mone;
+  Many hade no strenght for to stande,
+    in Chyviat the hillys abon.
+
+  50.
+  Of fifteen hondrith archars of Ynglonde
+    went away but seventi and thre;
+  Of twenti hondrith spear-men of Skotlonde,
+    but even five and fifti.
+
+  51.
+  But all wear slayne Cheviat within;
+    the hade no strengthe to stand on hy;
+  The chylde may rue that ys unborne,
+    it was the mor pittė.
+
+  52.
+  Thear was slayne, withe the lord Persė,
+    Sir Johan of Agerstone,
+  Ser Rogar, the hinde Hartly,
+    Ser Wyllyam, the bolde Hearone.
+
+  53.
+  Ser Jorg, the worthė Loumle,
+    a knyghte of great renowen,
+  Ser Raff, the ryche Rugbe,
+    with dyntes wear beaten dowene.
+
+  54.
+  For Wetharryngton my harte was wo,
+    that ever he slayne shulde be;
+  For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to,
+    yet he knyled and fought on hys kny.
+
+  55.
+  Ther was slayne, with the dougheti Duglas,
+    Ser Hewe the Monggombyrry,
+  Ser Davy Lwdale, that worthė was,
+    his sistar's son was he.
+
+  56.
+  Ser Charls a Murrė in that place,
+    that never a foot wolde fle;
+  Ser Hewe Maxwelle, a lorde he was,
+    with the Doglas dyd he dey.
+
+  57.
+  So on the morrowe the mayde them byears
+    off birch and hasell so gray;
+  Many wedous, with wepyng tears,
+    cam to fache ther makys away.
+
+  58.
+  Tivydale may carpe off care,
+    Northombarlond may mayk great mon,
+  For towe such captayns as slayne wear thear
+    on the March-parti shall never be non.
+
+  59.
+  Word ys commen to Eddenburrowe,
+    to Jamy the Skottishe kynge,
+  That dougheti Duglas, lyff-tenant of the Marches,
+    he lay slean Chyviot within.
+
+  60.
+  His handdės dyd he weal and wryng,
+    he sayd, 'Alas, and woe ys me!
+  Such an othar captayn Skotland within,'
+    he seyd, 'ye-feth shuld never be.'
+
+  61.
+  Worde ys commyn to lovly Londone,
+    till the fourth Harry our kynge,
+  That lord Persė, leyff-tenante of the Marchis,
+    he lay slayne Chyviat within.
+
+  62.
+  'God have merci on his solle,' sayde Kyng Harry,
+    'good lord, yf thy will it be!
+  I have a hondrith captayns in Ynglonde,' he sayd,
+    'as good as ever was he:
+  But, Persė, and I brook my lyffe,
+    thy deth well quyte shall be.'
+
+  63.
+  As our noble kynge mayd his avowe,
+    lyke a noble prince of renowen,
+  For the deth of the lord Persė
+    he dyde the battell of Hombyll-down;
+
+  64.
+  Wher syx and thrittė Skottishe knyghtes
+    on a day wear beaten down:
+  Glendale glytteryde on ther armor bryght,
+    over castille, towar, and town.
+
+  65.
+  This was the hontynge off the Cheviat,
+    that tear begane this spurn;
+  Old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe
+    call it the battell of Otterburn.
+
+  66.
+  At Otterburn begane this spurne
+    uppone a Monnynday;
+  Ther was the doughtė Doglas slean,
+    the Persė never went away.
+
+  67.
+  Ther was never a tym on the Marche-partės
+    sen the Doglas and the Persė met,
+  But yt ys mervele and the rede blude ronne not,
+    as the reane doys in the stret.
+
+  68.
+  Ihesue Crist our balys bete,
+    and to the blys vs brynge!
+  Thus was the hountynge of the Chivyat:
+    God send vs alle good endyng!
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.5: 'magger' = maugre; _i.e._ in spite of.
+  2.4: 'let,' hinder.
+  3.2: 'meany,' band, company.
+  3.4: 'the' = they; so constantly, 'shyars thre'; the districts
+    (still called shires) of Holy Island, Norham, and Bamborough.
+  5.3: 'byckarte,' _i.e._ bickered, attacked the deer.
+  6.1: 'wyld,' deer.
+  6.3: _i.e._ through the groves darted.
+  7.3: 'oware,' hour.
+  8.1: 'mort,' note of the bugle.
+  8.4: 'bryttlynge,' cutting up.
+  10.2: shaded his eyes with his hand.
+  12.2: 'feale,' fail.
+  12.4: 'yth,' in the.
+  13.2: 'bo’s,' bows.
+  14.3: 'glede,' glowing coal.
+  17.4: 'the ton,' one or other.
+  20.1: 'cors,' curse.
+  21.4: 'on,' one.
+  24.3: 'And,' If.
+  25.4: 'sloughe,' slew.
+  26.4: 'wouche,' evil.
+  29.4: 'basnites,' light helmets or skull-caps.
+  30.1: 'myneyeple,' = manople, a kind of long gauntlet.
+  30.3: 'freyke,' man. So 32.1, 47.1, etc.
+  31.4: 'myllan,' Milan steel. Cp. 'collayne,' _Battle of Otterburn_,
+    54.4
+  36.2: 'wane.' One arrow out of a large number.--Skeat.
+  38.3: Addison compared (Vergil, _Aen._ x. 823):--
+    'Ingemuit miserans graviter dextramque tetendit,' etc.
+  41.3: 'blane,' lingered.
+  44.2: 'say,' saw.
+  45.2: _i.e._ till the point reached the wood of the bow.
+  47.3: 'whylle the myghte dre' = while they might dree, as long as
+    they could hold.
+  53.1: 'Loumle,' Lumley; previously printed Louele (= Lovel).
+  57.4: 'makys,' mates, husbands.
+  58.4: 'March-parti,' the Border; so 'the Marches,' 59.3
+  60.1: 'weal,' clench(?).
+  63.4: The battle of Homildon Hill, near Wooler, Northumberland,
+    was fought in 1402. See 1 _King Henry IV._, Act I. sc. i.
+  65.2: 'spurn' = kick(?): Child suggests the reading:--'That ear
+    [= e'er] began this spurn!' as a lament. But the whole meaning
+    is doubtful.
+  67.4: as the rain does.
+  68.1: 'our balys bete,' our misfortunes relieve.]
+
+
+
+
+THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN
+
+
++The Text+ is given mainly from the Cotton MS., Cleopatra C. iv.
+(_circa_ 1550). It was printed by Percy in the fourth edition of the
+_Reliques_; in the first edition he gave it from Harleian MS. 293, which
+text also is made use of here. A separate Scottish ballad was popular at
+least as early as 1549, and arguments to prove that it was derived from
+the English ballad are as inconclusive as those which seek to prove the
+opposite.
+
+
++The Story.+--The battle of Otterburn was fought on Wednesday, August
+19, 1388. The whole story is given elaborately by Froissart, in his
+usual lively style, but is far too long to be inserted here. It may,
+however, be condensed as follows.
+
+The great northern families of Neville and Percy being at variance owing
+to the quarrels of Richard II. with his uncles, the Scots took the
+advantage of preparing a raid into England. Earl Percy, hearing of this,
+collected the Northumbrian powers; and, unable to withstand the force of
+the Scots, determined to make a counter-raid on the east or west of the
+border, according as the Scots should cross. The latter, hearing of the
+plan through a spy, foiled it by dividing their army into two parts, the
+main body under Archibald Douglas being directed to Carlisle. Three or
+four hundred picked men-at-arms, with two thousand archers and others,
+under James, Earl of Douglas, Earl of March and Dunbar, and the Earl of
+Murray, were to aim at Newcastle, and burn and ravage the bishopric of
+Durham. With the latter alone we are now concerned.
+
+With his small army the Earl of Douglas passed rapidly through
+Northumberland, crossed the Tyne near Brancepeth, wasted the country as
+far as the gates of Durham, and returned to Newcastle as rapidly as they
+had advanced. Several skirmishes took place at the barriers of the town:
+and in one of these Sir Henry Percy (Hotspur) was personally opposed to
+Douglas. After an obstinate struggle the Earl won the pennon of the
+English leader, and boasted that he would carry it to Scotland, and set
+it high on his castle of Dalkeith. 'That,' cried Hotspur, 'no Douglas
+shall ever do, and ere you leave Northumberland you shall have small
+cause to boast.' 'Your pennon,' answered Douglas, 'shall this night be
+placed before my tent; come and win it if you can.' But the Scots were
+suffered to retreat without any hostile attempts on the part of the
+English, and accordingly, after destroying the tower of Ponteland, they
+came on the second day to the castle of Otterburn, situated in
+Redesdale, about thirty-two miles from Newcastle. The rest may be read
+in the ballad.
+
+'Of all the battayles,' says Froissart, 'that I have made mention of
+here before, in all thys hystorye, great or small, thys battayle was one
+of the sorest, and best foughten, without cowards or faint hertes: for
+ther was nother knyght nor squyre but that dyde hys devoyre, and fought
+hand to hand.'
+
+
+THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN
+
+  1.
+  Yt fell abowght the Lamasse tyde,
+    Whan husbondes Wynnes ther haye,
+  The dowghtye Dowglasse bowynd hym to ryde,
+    In Ynglond to take a praye.
+
+  2.
+  The yerlle of Fyffe, wythowghten stryffe,
+    He bowynd hym over Sulway;
+  The grete wolde ever to-gether ryde;
+    That raysse they may rewe for aye.
+
+  3.
+  Over Hoppertope hyll they cam in,
+    And so down by Rodclyffe crage;
+  Vpon Grene Lynton they lyghted dowyn,
+    Styrande many a stage.
+
+  4.
+  And boldely brente Northomberlond,
+    And haryed many a towyn;
+  They dyd owr Ynglyssh men grete wrange,
+    To battell that were not bowyn.
+
+  5.
+  Than spake a berne vpon the bent,
+    Of comforte that was not colde,
+  And sayd, 'We have brente Northomberlond,
+    We have all welth in holde.
+
+  6.
+  'Now we have haryed all Bamborowe schyre,
+    All the welth in the world have wee;
+  I rede we ryde to Newe Castell,
+    So styll and stalworthlye.'
+
+  7.
+  Vpon the morowe, when it was day,
+    The standerds schone full bryght;
+  To the Newe Castell the toke the waye,
+    And thether they cam full ryght.
+
+  8.
+  Syr Henry Perssy laye at the New Castell,
+    I tell yow wythowtten drede;
+  He had byn a march-man all hys dayes,
+    And kepte Barwyke upon Twede.
+
+  9.
+  To the Newe Castell when they cam,
+    The Skottes they cryde on hyght,
+  'Syr Hary Perssy, and thow byste within,
+    Com to the fylde, and fyght.
+
+  10.
+  'For we have brente Northomberlonde,
+    Thy erytage good and ryght,
+  And syne my logeyng I have take,
+    Wyth my brande dubbyd many a knyght.'
+
+  11.
+  Syr Harry Perssy cam to the walles,
+    The Skottyssch oste for to se,
+  And sayd, 'And thow hast brente Northomberlond,
+    Full sore it rewyth me.
+
+  12.
+  'Yf thou hast haryed all Bamborowe schyre,
+    Thow hast done me grete envye;
+  For the trespasse thow hast me done,
+    The tone of vs schall dye.'
+
+  13.
+  'Where schall I byde the?' sayd the Dowglas,
+    'Or where wylte thow com to me?'
+  'At Otterborne, in the hygh way,
+    Ther mast thow well logeed be.
+
+  14.
+  'The roo full rekeles ther sche rinnes,
+    To make the game and glee;
+  The fawken and the fesaunt both,
+    Amonge the holtes on hye.
+
+  15.
+  'Ther mast thow haue thy welth at wyll,
+    Well looged ther mast be;
+  Yt schall not be long or I com the tyll,'
+    Sayd Syr Harry Perssye.
+
+  16.
+  'Ther schall I byde the,' sayd the Dowglas,
+    'By the fayth of my bodye':
+  'Thether schall I com,' sayd Syr Harry Perssy,
+    'My trowth I plyght to the.'
+
+  17.
+  A pype of wyne he gaue them over the walles,
+    For soth as I yow saye;
+  Ther he mayd the Dowglasse drynke,
+    And all hys ost that daye.
+
+  18.
+  The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde agayne,
+    For soth withowghten naye;
+  He toke his logeyng at Oterborne,
+    Vpon a Wedynsday.
+
+  19.
+  And ther he pyght hys standerd dowyn,
+    Hys gettyng more and lesse,
+  And syne he warned hys men to goo
+    To chose ther geldynges gresse.
+
+  20.
+  A Skottysshe knyght hoved vpon the bent,
+    A wache I dare well saye;
+  So was he ware on the noble Perssy
+    In the dawnyng of the daye.
+
+  21.
+  He prycked to hys pavyleon-dore,
+    As faste as he myght ronne;
+  'Awaken, Dowglas,' cryed the knyght,
+    'For hys love that syttes in trone.
+
+  22.
+  'Awaken, Dowglas,' cryed the knyght,
+    'For thow maste waken wyth wynne;
+  Yender haue I spyed the prowde Perssye,
+    And seven stondardes wyth hym.'
+
+  23.
+  'Nay by my trowth,' the Dowglas sayed,
+    'It ys but a fayned taylle;
+  He durst not loke on my brede banner
+    For all Ynglonde so haylle.
+
+  24.
+  'Was I not yesterdaye at the Newe Castell,
+    That stondes so fayre on Tyne?
+  For all the men the Perssy had,
+    He coude not garre me ones to dyne.'
+
+  25.
+  He stepped owt at his pavelyon-dore,
+    To loke and it were lesse:
+  'Araye yow, lordynges, one and all,
+    For here begynnes no peysse.
+
+  26.
+  'The yerle of Mentaye, thow arte my eme,
+    The fowarde I gyve to the:
+  The yerlle of Huntlay, cawte and kene,
+    He schall be wyth the.
+
+  27.
+  'The lorde of Bowghan, in armure bryght,
+    On the other hand he schall be;
+  Lord Jhonstoune and Lorde Maxwell,
+    They to schall be with me.
+
+  28.
+  'Swynton, fayre fylde vpon your pryde!
+    To batell make yow bowen
+  Syr Davy Skotte, Syr Water Stewarde,
+    Syr Jhon of Agurstone!'
+
+  29.
+  The Perssy cam byfore hys oste,
+    Wych was ever a gentyll knyght;
+  Vpon the Dowglas lowde can he crye,
+    'I wyll holde that I haue hyght.
+
+  30.
+  'For thou haste brente Northomberlonde,
+    And done me grete envye;
+  For thys trespasse thou hast me done,
+    The tone of vs schall dye.'
+
+  31.
+  The Dowglas answerde hym agayne,
+    Wyth grett wurdes vpon hye,
+  And sayd, 'I have twenty agaynst thy one,
+    Byholde, and thou maste see.'
+
+  32.
+  Wyth that the Perssy was grevyd sore,
+    For soth as I yow saye:
+  He lyghted dowyn vpon his foote,
+    And schoote hys horsse clene awaye.
+
+  33.
+  Every man sawe that he dyd soo,
+    That ryall was ever in rowght;
+  Every man schoote hys horsse hym froo,
+    And lyght hym rowynde abowght.
+
+  34.
+  Thus Syr Hary Perssye toke the fylde,
+    For soth as I yow saye;
+  Jhesu Cryste in hevyn on hyght
+    Dyd helpe hym well that daye.
+
+  35.
+  But nyne thowzand, ther was no moo,
+    The cronykle wyll not layne;
+  Forty thowsande of Skottes and fowre
+    That day fowght them agayne.
+
+  36.
+  But when the batell byganne to joyne,
+    In hast ther cam a knyght;
+  The letters fayre furth hath he tayne,
+    And thus he sayd full ryght:
+
+  37.
+  'My lorde your father he gretes yow well,
+    Wyth many a noble knyght;
+  He desyres yow to byde
+    That he may see thys fyght.
+
+  38.
+  'The Baron of Grastoke ys com out of the west,
+    With hym a noble companye;
+  All they loge at your fathers thys nyght,
+    And the batell fayne wolde they see.'
+
+  39.
+  'For Jhesus love,' sayd Syr Harye Perssy,
+    'That dyed for yow and me,
+  Wende to my lorde my father agayne,
+    And saye thow sawe me not wyth yee.
+
+  40.
+  'My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght,
+    It nedes me not to layne,
+  That I schalde byde hym upon thys bent,
+    And I have hys trowth agayne.
+
+  41.
+  'And if that I weynde of thys growende,
+    For soth, onfowghten awaye,
+  He wolde me call but a kowarde knyght
+    In hys londe another daye.
+
+  42.
+  'Yet had I lever to be rynde and rente,
+    By Mary, that mykkel maye,
+  Then ever my manhood schulde be reprovyd
+    Wyth a Skotte another daye.
+
+  43.
+  'Wherefore schote, archars, for my sake,
+    And let scharpe arowes flee:
+  Mynstrell, playe up for your waryson,
+    And well quyt it schall bee.
+
+  44.
+  'Every man thynke on hys trewe-love,
+    And marke hym to the Trenite;
+  For to God I make myne avowe
+    Thys day wyll I not flee.'
+
+  45.
+  The blodye harte in the Dowglas armes,
+    Hys standerde stood on hye,
+  That every man myght full well knowe;
+    By syde stode starrės thre.
+
+  46.
+  The whyte lyon on the Ynglyssh perte,
+    For soth as I yow sayne,
+  The lucettes and the cressawntes both;
+    The Skottes faught them agayne.
+
+  47.
+  Vpon Sent Androwe lowde can they crye,
+    And thrysse they schowte on hyght,
+  And syne merked them one owr Ynglysshe men,
+    As I haue tolde yow ryght.
+
+  48.
+  Sent George the bryght, owr ladyes knyght,
+    To name they were full fayne:
+  Owr Ynglyssh men they cryde on hyght,
+    And thrysse the schowtte agayne.
+
+  49.
+  Wyth that scharpe arowes bygan to flee,
+    I tell yow in sertayne;
+  Men of armes byganne to joyne,
+    Many a dowghty man was ther slayne.
+
+  50.
+  The Perssy and the Dowglas mette,
+    That ether of other was fayne;
+  They swapped together whyll that the swette,
+    Wyth swordes of fyne collayne:
+
+  51.
+  Tyll the bloode from ther bassonnettes ranne,
+    As the roke doth in the rayne;
+  'Yelde the to me,' sayd the Dowglas,
+    'Or elles thow schalt be slayne.
+
+  52.
+  'For I see by thy bryght bassonet,
+    Thow arte sum man of myght;
+  And so I do by thy burnysshed brande;
+    Thow arte an yerle, or elles a knyght.'
+
+  53.
+  'By my good faythe,' sayd the noble Perssye,
+    'Now haste thou rede full ryght;
+  Yet wyll I never yelde me to the,
+    Whyll I may stonde and fyght.'
+
+  54.
+  They swapped together whyll that they swette,
+    Wyth swordės scharpe and long;
+  Ych on other so faste thee beette,
+    Tyll ther helmes cam in peyses dowyn.
+
+  55.
+  The Perssy was a man of strenghth,
+    I tell yow, in thys stounde;
+  He smote the Dowglas at the swordes length
+    That he fell to the growynde.
+
+  56.
+  The sworde was scharpe, and sore can byte,
+    I tell yow in sertayne;
+  To the harte he cowde hym smyte,
+    Thus was the Dowglas slayne.
+
+  57.
+  The stonderdes stode styll on eke a syde,
+    Wyth many a grevous grone;
+  Ther the fowght the day, and all the nyght,
+    And many a dowghty man was slayne.
+
+  58.
+  Ther was no freke that ther wolde flye,
+    But styffely in stowre can stond,
+  Ychone hewyng on other whyll they myght drye,
+    Wyth many a bayllefull bronde.
+
+  59.
+  Ther was slayne vpon the Skottės syde,
+    For soth and sertenly,
+  Syr James a Dowglas ther was slayne,
+    That day that he cowde dye.
+
+  60.
+  The yerlle of Mentaye he was slayne,
+    Grysely groned upon the growynd;
+  Syr Davy Skotte, Syr Water Stewarde,
+    Syr Jhon of Agurstoune.
+
+  61.
+  Syr Charllės Morrey in that place,
+    That never a fote wold flee;
+  Syr Hewe Maxwell, a lord he was,
+    Wyth the Dowglas dyd he dye.
+
+  62.
+  Ther was slayne upon the Skottės syde,
+    For soth as I yow saye,
+  Of fowre and forty thowsande Scottes
+    Went but eyghtene awaye.
+
+  63.
+  Ther was slayne upon the Ynglysshe syde,
+    For soth and sertenlye,
+  A gentell knyght, Syr Jhon Fechewe,
+    Yt was the more pety.
+
+  64.
+  Syr James Hardbotell ther was slayne,
+    For hym ther hartes were sore;
+  The gentyll Lovell ther was slayne,
+    That the Perssys standerd bore.
+
+  65.
+  Ther was slayne upon the Ynglyssh perte,
+    For soth as I yow saye,
+  Of nyne thowsand Ynglyssh men
+    Fyve hondert cam awaye.
+
+  66.
+  The other were slayne in the fylde;
+    Cryste kepe ther sowlles from wo!
+  Seyng ther was so fewe fryndes
+    Agaynst so many a foo.
+
+  67.
+  Then on the morne they mayde them beerys
+    Of byrch and haysell graye;
+  Many a wydowe, wyth wepyng teyres,
+    Ther makes they fette awaye.
+
+  68.
+  Thys fraye bygan at Otterborne,
+    Bytwene the nyght and the day;
+  Ther the Dowglas lost hys lyffe,
+    And the Perssy was lede awaye.
+
+  69.
+  Then was ther a Scottysh prisoner tayne,
+    Syr Hewe Mongomery was hys name;
+  For soth as I yow saye,
+    He borowed the Perssy home agayne.
+
+  70.
+  Now let us all for the Perssy praye
+    To Jhesu most of myght,
+  To bryng hys sowlle to the blysse of heven,
+    For he was a gentyll knyght.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.3: 'bowynd,' hied.
+  2.4: 'raysse,' raid.
+  3.: 'Hoppertope,' Ottercap (now Ottercaps) Hill, in the parish of
+    Kirk Whelpington, Tynedale Ward, Northumberland. 'Rodclyffe
+    crage' (now Rothby Crags), a cliff near Rodeley, south-east of
+    Ottercap. 'Grene Lynton,' a corruption of Green Leyton, south-east
+    of Rodely.--Percy.
+  5.1: 'berne,' man.
+  8.1: Sir Henry Percy (Hotspur), killed at Shrewsbury fifteen years
+    after Otterburn.
+  8.3: 'march-man,' borderer. Percy is said to have been appointed
+    Governor of Berwick and Warden of the Marches in 1385.
+  12.4: 'The tone,' one or other.
+  14.1: 'I have harde say that Chivet Hills stretchethe XX miles.
+    Theare is greate plente of Redde Dere, and Roo Bukkes.'
+    --_Leland's Itinerary._
+  15.3: 'the tyll' = thee till, to thee.
+  19.1: 'pyght,' fixed.
+  22.2: 'wynne,' pleasure.
+  24.4: _i.e._ he could not give me my fill (of defeat).
+  25.2: _i.e._ to see if it were false.
+  26.1: 'eme,' uncle.
+  26.3: 'cawte,' wary.
+  29.4: 'hyght,' promised.
+  32.4: 'schoote,' dismissed.
+  33.2: _i.e._ who was ever royal among the rout.
+  35.2: 'layne,' lie; so 40.2
+  41.1: _i.e._ if I wend off this ground.
+  42.1: _i.e._ I had rather be flayed.
+  43.3: 'waryson,' reward.
+  44.2: 'marke hym,' commit himself (by signing the cross).
+  50.4: 'collayne,' of Cologne steel. Cp. 'myllan,' _Hunting of the
+    Cheviot_, 31.4
+  51.2: 'roke,' reek, vapour.
+  55.2: 'stounde,' moment of time, hour.
+  58.3: 'drye' = dree, endure.
+  60.2: 'grysely,' frightfully, grievously.
+  67.4: 'makes,' mates.
+  69.4: 'borowed,' ransomed, set free.]
+
+
+
+
+JOHNIE ARMSTRONG
+
+
++The Text+ is taken from _Wit Restor'd_, 1658, where it is called _A
+Northern Ballet_. From the same collection comes the version of _Little
+Musgrave and Lady Barnard_ given in First Series, p. 19. The version
+popularly known as _Johnny Armstrong's Last Good-Night_, so dear to
+Goldsmith, and sung by the Vicar of Wakefield, is a broadside found in
+most of the well-known collections.
+
+
++The Story+ of the ballad has the authority of more than one chronicle,
+and is attributed to the year 1530. James V., in spite of the promise
+'to doe no wrong' in his large and long letter, appears to have been
+incensed at the splendour of 'Jonnė's' retinue. It seems curious that
+the outlaw should have been a Westmoreland man; but the _Cronicles of
+Scotland_ say that 'from the Scots border to Newcastle of England, there
+was not one, of whatsoever estate, but paid to this John Armstrong a
+tribute, to be free of his cumber, he was so doubtit in England.'
+Jonnė's offer in the stanza 16.3,4, may be compared to the similar feat
+of Sir Andrew Barton.
+
+
+JOHNIE ARMSTRONG
+
+  1.
+  There dwelt a man in faire Westmerland,
+    Jonnė Armestrong men did him call,
+  He had nither lands nor rents coming in,
+    Yet he kept eight score men in his hall.
+
+  2.
+  He had horse and harness for them all,
+    Goodly steeds were all milke-white;
+  O the golden bands an about their necks,
+    And their weapons, they were all alike.
+
+  3.
+  Newes then was brought unto the king
+    That there was sicke a won as hee,
+  That livėd lyke a bold out-law,
+    And robbėd all the north country.
+
+  4.
+  The king he writt an a letter then,
+    A letter which was large and long;
+  He signėd it with his owne hand,
+    And he promised to doe him no wrong.
+
+  5.
+  When this letter came Jonnė untill,
+    His heart it was as blyth as birds on the tree:
+  'Never was I sent for before any king,
+    My father, my grandfather, nor none but mee.
+
+  6.
+  'And if wee goe the king before,
+    I would we went most orderly;
+  Every man of you shall have his scarlet cloak,
+    Laced with silver laces three.
+
+  7.
+  'Every won of you shall have his velvett coat,
+    Laced with sillver lace so white;
+  O the golden bands an about your necks,
+    Black hatts, white feathers, all alyke.'
+
+  8.
+  By the morrow morninge at ten of the clock,
+    Towards Edenburough gon was hee,
+  And with him all his eight score men;
+    Good lord, it was a goodly sight for to see!
+
+  9.
+  When Jonnė came befower the king,
+    He fell downe on his knee;
+  'O pardon, my soveraine leige,' he said,
+    'O pardon my eight score men and mee.'
+
+  10.
+  'Thou shalt have no pardon, thou traytor strong,
+    For thy eight score men nor thee;
+  For to-morrow morning by ten of the clock,
+    Both thou and them shall hang on the gallow-tree.'
+
+  11.
+  But Jonnė looked over his left shoulder,
+    Good Lord, what a grevious look looked hee!
+  Saying, 'Asking grace of a graceles face--
+    Why there is none for you nor me.'
+
+  12.
+  But Jonnė had a bright sword by his side,
+    And it was made of the mettle so free,
+  That had not the king stept his foot aside,
+    He had smitten his head from his faire boddė.
+
+  13.
+  Saying, 'Fight on, my merry men all,
+    And see that none of you be taine;
+  For rather than men shall say we were hange'd,
+    Let them report how we were slaine.'
+
+  14.
+  Then, God wott, faire Eddenburrough rose,
+    And so besett poore Jonnė rounde,
+  That fowerscore and tenn of Jonnė's best men
+    Lay gasping all upon the ground.
+
+  15.
+  Then like a mad man Jonnė laide about,
+    And like a mad man then fought hee,
+  Untill a falce Scot came Jonnė behinde,
+    And runn him through the faire boddee.
+
+  16.
+  Saying, 'Fight on, my merry men all,
+    And see that none of you be taine;
+  For I will stand by and bleed but awhile,
+    And then will I come and fight againe.'
+
+  17.
+  Newes then was brought to young Jonnė Armestrong
+    As he stood by his nurse's knee,
+  Who vowed if ere he live'd for to be a man,
+    O' the treacherous Scots reveng'd hee'd be.
+
+
+
+
+THE BRAES OF YARROW
+
+
++The Text+ was communicated to Percy by Dr. Robertson of Edinburgh, but
+it did not appear in the _Reliques_.
+
+In 9.1, 'Then' is doubtless an interpolation, as are the words 'Now
+Douglas' in 11.1 But on the whole it is the best text of the fifteen or
+twenty variants.
+
+
++The Story.+--James Hogg and Sir Walter Scott referred the ballad to two
+different sources, the former legendary, and the latter historical. It
+has always been very popular in Scotland, and besides the variants there
+are in existence several imitations, such as the well-known poem of
+William Hamilton, 'Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride.' This was
+printed in vol. ii. of Percy's _Reliques_.
+
+About half the known variants make the hero and heroine man and wife,
+the other half presenting them as unmarried lovers.
+
+
+THE BRAES OF YARROW
+
+  1.
+  'I dreamed a dreary dream this night,
+    That fills my heart wi' sorrow;
+  I dreamed I was pouing the heather green
+    Upon the braes of Yarrow.
+
+  2.
+  'O true-luve mine, stay still and dine,
+    As ye ha' done before, O;'
+  'O I'll be hame by hours nine,
+    And frae the braes of Yarrow.'
+
+  3.
+  'I dreamed a dreary dream this night,
+    That fills my heart wi' sorrow;
+  I dreamed my luve came headless hame,
+    O frae the braes of Yarrow!
+
+  4.
+  'O true-luve mine, stay still and dine.
+    As ye ha' done before, O;'
+  'O I'll be hame by hours nine,
+    And frae the braes of Yarrow.'
+
+  5.
+  'O are ye going to hawke,' she says,
+    'As ye ha' done before, O?
+  Or are ye going to wield your brand,
+    Upon the braes of Yarrow?'
+
+  6.
+  'O I am not going to hawke,' he says,
+    'As I have done before, O,
+  But for to meet your brother John,
+    Upon the braes of Yarrow.'
+
+  7.
+  As he gaed down yon dowy den,
+    Sorrow went him before, O;
+  Nine well-wight men lay waiting him,
+    Upon the braes of Yarrow.
+
+  8.
+  'I have your sister to my wife,
+    Ye think me an unmeet marrow!
+  But yet one foot will I never flee
+    Now frae the braes of Yarrow.'
+
+  9.
+  Then four he kill'd and five did wound,
+    That was an unmeet marrow!
+  And he had weel nigh wan the day
+    Upon the braes of Yarrow.
+
+  10.
+  But a cowardly loon came him behind,
+    Our Lady lend him sorrow!
+  And wi' a rappier pierced his heart,
+    And laid him low on Yarrow.
+
+  11.
+  Now Douglas to his sister's gane,
+    Wi' meikle dule and sorrow:
+  'Gae to your luve, sister,' he says,
+    'He's sleeping sound on Yarrow.'
+
+  12.
+  As she went down yon dowy den,
+    Sorrow went her before, O;
+  She saw her true-love lying slain
+    Upon the braes of Yarrow.
+
+  13.
+  She swoon'd thrice upon his breist
+    That was her dearest marrow;
+  Said, 'Ever alace, and wae the day
+    Thou went'st frae me to Yarrow!'
+
+  14.
+  She kist his mouth, she kaimed his hair,
+    As she had done before, O;
+  She wiped the blood that trickled doun
+    Upon the braes of Yarrow.
+
+  15.
+  Her hair it was three quarters lang,
+    It hang baith side and yellow;
+  She tied it round her white hause-bane,
+    And tint her life on Yarrow.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  7.1: 'dowy,' dreary.
+  7.3: 'well-wight,' brave, sturdy.
+  13.: Apparently Percy's invention.
+  14.3: 'wiped': Child suggests the original word was 'drank.'
+  15.2: 'side,' long.
+  15.3: 'hause-bane,' neck.]
+
+
+
+
+THE TWA BROTHERS
+
+
++The Text+ is from Sharpe's _Ballad Book_ (1823). Scott included no
+version of this ballad in his _Minstrelsy_; but Motherwell and Jamieson
+both had traditional versions. Motherwell considered it essential that
+the deadly wound should be accidental; but it is far more typical of a
+ballad-hero that he should lose his temper and kill his brother; and,
+as Child points out, it adds to the pathetic generosity of the slain
+brother in providing excuses for his absence to be made to his father,
+mother, and sister.
+
+
++The Story.+--Motherwell and Sharpe were more or less convinced that the
+ballad was founded on an accident that happened in 1589 to a Somerville,
+who was killed by his brother's pistol going off.
+
+This ballad is still in circulation in the form of a game amongst
+American children--the last state of more than one old ballad otherwise
+extinct.
+
+
+THE TWA BROTHERS
+
+  1.
+  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?'
+
+  2.
+  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.
+
+  3.
+  '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.'
+
+  4.
+  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.
+
+  5.
+  '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.'
+
+  6.
+  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.
+
+  7.
+  '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.'
+
+  8.
+  '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.'
+
+  9.
+  '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.'
+
+  10.
+  'But what will I say to her you lo'e dear,
+    Gin she cry, Why tarries my John?'
+  'Oh tell her I lie in Kirk-land fair,
+    And home again will never come.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.4: 'warsle,' wrestle.]
+
+
+
+
+THE OUTLYER BOLD
+
+
++The Text+ is taken from Motherwell's MS., which contains two versions;
+Motherwell printed a third in his _Minstrelsy_,--_Babylon; or, The
+Bonnie Banks o' Fordie_. Kinloch called the ballad the _Duke of Perth's
+Three Daughters_. As the following text has no title, I have ventured to
+give it one. 'Outlyer' is, of course, simply 'a banished man.'
+
+
++The Story+ is much more familiar in all the branches of the
+Scandinavian race than in England or Scotland. In Denmark it appears as
+_Herr Truels' Daughters_ or _Herr Thor's Children_; in Sweden as _Herr
+Torės' Daughters_. Iceland and Faroe give the name as Torkild or
+Thorkell.
+
+The incidents related in this ballad took place (i) in Scotland on the
+bonnie banks o' Fordie, near Dunkeld; (ii) in Sweden in five or six
+different places; and (iii) in eight different localities in Denmark.
+
+
+THE OUTLYER BOLD
+
+  1.
+  There were three sisters, they lived in a bower,
+    _Sing Anna, sing Margaret, sing Marjorie_
+  The youngest o' them was the fairest flower.
+    _And the dew goes thro' the wood, gay ladie_
+
+  2.
+  The oldest of them she's to the wood gane,
+  To seek a braw leaf and to bring it hame.
+
+  3.
+  There she met with an outlyer bold,
+  Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
+
+  4.
+  'Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
+  Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?'
+
+  5.
+  'O kind sir, if I hae't at my will,
+  I'll twinn with my life, keep my maidenhead still.'
+
+  6.
+  He's taen out his wee pen-knife,
+  He's twinned this young lady of her sweet life.
+
+  7.
+  He wiped his knife along the dew;
+  But the more he wiped, the redder it grew.
+
+  8.
+  The second of them she's to the wood gane,
+  To seek her old sister, and to bring her hame.
+
+  9.
+  There she met with an outlyer bold,
+  Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
+
+  10.
+  'Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
+  Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?'
+
+  11.
+  'O kind sir, if I hae't at my will,
+  I'll twinn with my life, keep my maidenhead still.'
+
+  12.
+  He's taen out his wee pen-knife,
+  He's twinned this young lady of her sweet life.
+
+  13.
+  He wiped his knife along the dew;
+  But the more he wiped, the redder it grew.
+
+  14.
+  The youngest o' them she's to the wood gane,
+  To seek her two sisters, and to bring them hame.
+
+  15.
+  There she met with an outlyer bold,
+  Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
+
+  16.
+  'Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
+  Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?'
+
+  17.
+  'If my three brethren they were here,
+  Such questions as these thou durst nae speer.'
+
+  18.
+  'Pray, what may thy three brethren be,
+  That I durst na mak' so bold with thee?'
+
+  19.
+  'The eldest o' them is a minister bred,
+  He teaches the people from evil to good.
+
+  20.
+  'The second o' them is a ploughman good,
+  He ploughs the land for his livelihood.
+
+  21.
+  'The youngest of them is an outlyer bold,
+  Lies many a long night in the woods so cold.'
+
+  22.
+  He stuck his knife then into the ground,
+  He took a long race, let himself fall on.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  4.1: 'Istow,' art thou.
+  4.2: 'twinn with,' part with.
+  17.2: 'speer,' ask.]
+
+
+
+
+MARY HAMILTON
+
+
++The Text+ given here is from Sharpe's _Ballad Book_ (1824). Professor
+Child collected and printed some twenty-eight variants and fragments,
+of which none is entirely satisfactory, as regards the telling of the
+story. The present text will suit our purpose as well as any other, and
+it ends impressively with the famous pathetic verse of the four Maries.
+
+
++The Story.+--Lesley in his _History of Scotland_ (1830) says that when
+Mary Stuart was sent to France in 1548, she had in attendance 'sundry
+gentlewomen and noblemen's sons and daughters, almost of her own age, of
+the which there were four in special of whom everyone of them bore the
+same name of Mary, being of four sundry honourable houses, to wit,
+Fleming, Livingston, Seton, and Beaton of Creich.' The four Maries were
+still with the Queen in 1564. Hamilton and Carmichael appear in the
+ballad in place of Fleming and Livingston.
+
+Scott attributed the origin of the ballad to an incident related by Knox
+in his _History of the Reformation_: in 1563 or 1564 a Frenchwoman was
+seduced by the Queen's apothecary, and the babe murdered by consent of
+father and mother. But the cries of a new-born babe had been heard;
+search was made, and both parents were 'damned to be hanged upon the
+public street of Edinburgh.'
+
+In 1824, in his preface to the _Ballad Book_, Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe
+produced a similar story from the Russian court. In 1885 this story was
+retold from authentic sources as follows. After the marriage of one of
+the ministers of Peter the Great's father with a Hamilton, the Scottish
+family ranked with the Russian aristocracy. The Czar Peter required that
+all his Empress Catharine's maids-of-honour should be remarkably
+handsome; and Mary Hamilton, a niece, it is supposed, of the above
+minister's wife, was appointed on account of her beauty. This Mary
+Hamilton had an amour with one Orlof, an aide-de-camp to the Czar;
+a murdered babe was found, the guilt traced to Mary, and she and Orlof
+sent to prison in April 1718. Orlof was afterwards released; Mary
+Hamilton was executed on March 14, 1719.
+
+Professor Child, in printing this ballad in 1889, considered the details
+of the Russian story[1] (most of which I have omitted) to be so closely
+parallel to the Scottish ballad, that he was convinced that the later
+story was the origin of the ballad, and that the ballad-maker had
+located it in Mary Stuart's court on his own responsibility. In
+September 1895 Mr. Andrew Lang contributed the results of his researches
+concerning the ballad to _Blackwood's Magazine_, maintaining that the
+ballad must have arisen from the 1563 story, as it is too old and too
+good to have been written since 1718. Balancing this improbability--that
+the details of a Russian court scandal of 1718 should exactly correspond
+to a previously extant Scottish ballad--against the improbability of the
+eighteenth century producing such a ballad, Child afterwards concluded
+the latter to be the greater. The coincidence is undoubtedly striking;
+but neither the story nor the name are uncommon.
+
+    [Footnote 1: See Waliszewski's _Peter the Great_ (translated by
+    Lady Mary Loyd), vol. i. p. 251. London, 1897.]
+
+It is, of course, possible that the story is older than 1563--it should
+not be difficult to find more than one instance--and that it was first
+adapted to the 1563 incident and afterwards to the Russian scandal, the
+two versions being subsequently confused. But there is no evidence for
+this.
+
+
+MARY HAMILTON
+
+  1.
+  Word's gane to the kitchen,
+    And word's gane to the ha',
+  That Marie Hamilton gangs wi' bairn
+    To the hichest Stewart of a'.
+
+  2.
+  He's courted her in the kitchen,
+    He's courted her in the ha',
+  He's courted her in the laigh cellar,
+    And that was warst of a'.
+
+  3.
+  She's tyed it in her apron
+    And she's thrown it in the sea;
+  Says, 'Sink ye, swim ye, bonny wee babe,
+    You'll ne'er get mair o' me.'
+
+  4.
+  Down then cam the auld queen,
+    Goud tassels tying her hair:
+  'O Marie, where's the bonny wee babe
+    That I heard greet sae sair?'
+
+  5.
+  'There was never a babe intill my room,
+    As little designs to be;
+  It was but a touch o' my sair side,
+    Come o'er my fair bodie.'
+
+  6.
+  'O Marie, put on your robes o' black,
+    Or else your robes o' brown,
+  For ye maun gang wi' me the night,
+    To see fair Edinbro' town.'
+
+  7.
+  'I winna put on my robes o' black,
+    Nor yet my robes o' brown;
+  But I'll put on my robes o' white,
+    To shine through Edinbro' town.'
+
+  8.
+  When she gaed up the Cannogate,
+    She laugh'd loud laughters three;
+  But whan she cam down the Cannogate
+    The tear blinded her ee.
+
+  9.
+  When she gaed up the Parliament stair,
+    The heel cam aff her shee;
+  And lang or she cam down again
+    She was condemn'd to dee.
+
+  10.
+  When she cam down the Cannogate,
+    The Cannogate sae free,
+  Many a ladie look'd o'er her window,
+    Weeping for this ladie.
+
+  11.
+  'Ye need nae weep for me,' she says,
+    'Ye need nae weep for me;
+  For had I not slain mine own sweet babe,
+    This death I wadna dee.
+
+  12.
+  'Bring me a bottle of wine,' she says,
+    'The best that e'er ye hae,
+  That I may drink to my weil-wishers,
+    And they may drink to me.
+
+  13.
+  'Here's a health to the jolly sailors,
+    That sail upon the main;
+  Let them never let on to my father and mother
+    But what I'm coming hame.
+
+  14.
+  'Here's a health to the jolly sailors,
+    That sail upon the sea;
+  Let them never let on to my father and mother
+    That I cam here to dee.
+
+  15.
+  'Oh little did my mother think,
+    The day she cradled me,
+  What lands I was to travel through,
+    What death I was to dee.
+
+  16.
+  'Oh little did my father think,
+    The day he held up me,
+  What lands I was to travel through,
+    What death I was to dee.
+
+  17.
+  'Last night I wash'd the queen's feet,
+    And gently laid her down;
+  And a' the thanks I've gotten the nicht
+    To be hang'd in Edinbro' town!
+
+  18.
+  'Last nicht there was four Maries,
+    The nicht there'll be but three;
+  There was Marie Seton, and Marie Beton,
+    And Marie Carmichael, and me.'
+
+
+
+
+KINMONT WILLIE
+
+
++The Text.+--There is only one text of this ballad, and that was printed
+by Scott in the _Minstrelsy_ from 'tradition in the West Borders'; he
+adds that 'some conjectural emendations have been absolutely necessary,'
+a remark suspicious in itself; and such modernities as the double rhymes
+in 26.3, 28.3, etc., do not restore confidence.
+
+
++The Story.+--The forcible entry into Carlisle Castle and the rescue of
+William Armstrong, called Will of Kinmouth, took place on April 13,
+1596; but Kinmont Willie was notorious as a border thief at least as
+early as 1584.
+
+The events leading up to the beginning of the ballad were as follow:
+'The keen Lord Scroop' was Warden of the West-Marches of England, and
+'the bauld Buccleuch' (Sir Walter Scott of Branxholm, or 'Branksome
+Ha',' 8.2) was the Keeper of Liddesdale. To keep a periodical day of
+truce, these two sent their respective deputies, the 'fause Sakelde' (or
+Salkeld) and a certain Robert Scott. In the latter's company was Kinmont
+Willie. Business being concluded, Kinmont Willie took his leave, and
+made his way along the Scottish side of the Liddel river, which at that
+point is the boundary between England and Scotland. The English deputy
+and his party spied him from their side of the stream; and bearing an
+ancient grudge against him as a notorious cattle-lifter and thief, they
+pursued and captured him, and he was placed in the castle of Carlisle.
+
+This brings us to the ballad. 'Hairibee' (1.4) is the place of execution
+at Carlisle. The 'Liddel-rack' in 3.4 is a ford over the Liddel river.
+Branxholm, the Keeper's Hall (8.2) and Stobs (16.4) are both within a
+few miles of Hawick.
+
+The remark in 16.2 appears to be untrue: the party that accompanied
+Buccleuch certainly contained several Armstrongs, including four sons of
+Kinmont Willie, and 'Dickie of Dryhope' (24.3) was also of that ilk; as
+well as two Elliots, though not Sir Gilbert, and four Bells. 'Red Rowan'
+was probably a Forster.
+
+The tune blown on the Warden's trumpets (31.3,4) is said to be a
+favourite song in Liddesdale. See Chambers's _Book of Days_, i. 200.
+
+
+KINMONT WILLIE
+
+  1.
+  O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde?
+    O have ye na heard o' the keen Lord Scroop?
+  How they hae taen bauld Kinmont Willie,
+    On Hairibee to hang him up?
+
+  2.
+  Had Willie had but twenty men,
+    But twenty men as stout as he,
+  Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont taen,
+    Wi' eight score in his companie.
+
+  3.
+  They band his legs beneath the steed,
+    They tied his hands behind his back;
+  They guarded him, fivesome on each side,
+    And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack.
+
+  4.
+  They led him thro' the Liddel-rack,
+    And also thro' the Carlisle sands;
+  They brought him to Carlisle castell,
+    To be at my Lord Scroop's commands.
+
+  5.
+  'My hands are tied, but my tongue is free,
+    And whae will dare this deed avow?
+  Or answer by the Border law?
+    Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch!'
+
+  6.
+  'Now haud thy tongue, thou rank reiver!
+    There's never a Scot shall set ye free;
+  Before ye cross my castle-yate,
+    I trow ye shall take farewell o' me.'
+
+  7.
+  'Fear na ye that, my lord,' quo' Willie;
+    'By the faith o' my body, Lord Scroop,' he said,
+  'I never yet lodged in a hostelrie,
+    But I paid my lawing before I gaed.'
+
+  8.
+  Now word is gane to the bauld Keeper,
+    In Branksome Ha' where that he lay,
+  That Lord Scroop has taen the Kinmont Willie,
+    Between the hours of night and day.
+
+  9.
+  He has taen the table wi' his hand,
+    He garr'd the red wine spring on hie;
+  'Now Christ's curse on my head,' he said,
+    'But avenged of Lord Scroop I'll be!
+
+  10.
+  'O is my basnet a widow's curch,
+    Or my lance a wand of the willow-tree,
+  Or my arm a ladye's lilye hand,
+    That an English lord should lightly me?
+
+  11.
+  'And have they taen him, Kinmont Willie,
+    Against the truce of Border tide,
+  And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch
+    Is keeper here on the Scottish side?
+
+  12.
+  'And have they e'en taen him, Kinmont Willie,
+    Withouten either dread or fear,
+  And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch
+    Can back a steed, or shake a spear?
+
+  13.
+  'O were there war between the lands,
+    As well I wot that there is none,
+  I would slight Carlisle castell high,
+    Tho' it were builded of marble stone.
+
+  14.
+  'I would set that castell in a low,
+    And sloken it with English blood;
+  There's nevir a man in Cumberland
+    Should ken where Carlisle castell stood.
+
+  15.
+  'But since nae war's between the lands,
+    And there is peace, and peace should be,
+  I'll neither harm English lad or lass,
+    And yet the Kinmont freed shall be!'
+
+  16.
+  He has call'd him forty marchmen bauld,
+    I trow they were of his ain name,
+  Except Sir Gilbert Elliot, call'd
+    The Laird of Stobs, I mean the same.
+
+  17.
+  He has call'd him forty marchmen bauld,
+    Were kinsmen to the bauld Buccleuch,
+  With spur on heel, and splent on spauld,
+    And gleuves of green, and feathers blue.
+
+  18.
+  They were five and five before them a',
+    Wi' hunting-horns and bugles bright;
+  And five and five came wi' Buccleuch,
+    Like Warden's men, arrayed for fight.
+
+  19.
+  And five and five like a mason-gang,
+    That carried the ladders lang and hie;
+  And five and five like broken men;
+    And so they reached the Woodhouselee.
+
+  20.
+  And as we cross'd the Bateable Land,
+    When to the English side we held,
+  The first o' men that we met wi',
+    Whae should it be but fause Sakelde!
+
+  21.
+  'Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?'
+    Quo' fause Sakelde; 'come tell to me!'
+  'We go to hunt an English stag,
+    Has trespass'd on the Scots countrie.'
+
+  22.
+  'Where be ye gaun, ye marshal-men?'
+    Quo' fause Sakelde; 'come tell me true!'
+  'We go to catch a rank reiver,
+    Has broken faith wi' the bauld Buccleuch.
+
+  23.
+  'Where are ye gaun, ye mason-lads,
+    Wi' a' your ladders lang and hie?'
+  'We gang to herry a corbie's nest,
+    That wons not far frae Woodhouselee.'
+
+  24.
+  'Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?'
+    Quo' fause Sakelde; 'come tell to me!'
+  Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band,
+    And the nevir a word o' lear had he.
+
+  25.
+  'Why trespass ye on the English side?
+    Row-footed outlaws, stand!' quo' he;
+  The neer a word had Dickie to say,
+    Sae he thrust the lance thro' his fause bodie.
+
+  26.
+  Then on we held for Carlisle toun,
+    And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we cross'd;
+  The water was great, and meikle of spait,
+    But the nevir a horse nor man we lost.
+
+  27.
+  And when we reach'd the Staneshaw-bank,
+    The wind was rising loud and hie;
+  And there the laird garr'd leave our steeds,
+    For fear that they should stamp and nie.
+
+  28.
+  And when we left the Staneshaw-bank,
+    The wind began full loud to blaw;
+  But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet,
+    When we came beneath the castel-wa'.
+
+  29.
+  We crept on knees, and held our breath,
+    Till we placed the ladders against the wa';
+  And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell
+    To mount the first before us a'.
+
+  30.
+  He has taen the watchman by the throat,
+    He flung him down upon the lead:
+  'Had there not been peace between our lands,
+    Upon the other side thou hadst gaed.
+
+  31.
+  'Now sound out, trumpets!' quo' Buccleuch;
+    'Let's waken Lord Scroop right merrilie!'
+  Then loud the Warden's trumpets blew
+    'Oh whae dare meddle wi' me?'
+
+  32.
+  Then speedilie to wark we gaed,
+    And raised the slogan ane and a',
+  And cut a hole thro' a sheet of lead,
+    And so we wan to the castel-ha'.
+
+  33.
+  They thought King James and a' his men
+    Had won the house wi' bow and spear;
+  It was but twenty Scots and ten,
+    That put a thousand in sic a stear!
+
+  34.
+  Wi' coulters and wi' forehammers,
+    We garr'd the bars bang merrilie,
+  Untill we came to the inner prison,
+    Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie.
+
+  35.
+  And when we cam to the lower prison,
+    Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie:
+  'O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie,
+    Upon the morn that thou's to die?'
+
+  36.
+  'O I sleep saft, and I wake aft,
+    It's lang since sleeping was fleyed frae me;
+  Gie my service back to my wyfe and bairns,
+    And a' gude fellows that speer for me.'
+
+  37.
+  Then Red Rowan has hente him up,
+    The starkest man in Teviotdale:
+  'Abide, abide now, Red Rowan,
+    Till of my Lord Scroop I take farewell.
+
+  38.
+  'Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroop!
+    My gude Lord Scroop, farewell!' he cried;
+  'I'll pay you for my lodging-maill
+    When first we meet on the border-side.'
+
+  39.
+  Then shoulder high, with shout and cry,
+    We bore him down the ladder lang;
+  At every stride Red Rowan made,
+    I wot the Kinmont's airns play'd clang.
+
+  40.
+  'O mony a time,' quo' Kinmont Willie,
+    'I have ridden horse baith wild and wood;
+  But a rougher beast than Red Rowan
+    I ween my legs have ne'er bestrode.
+
+  41.
+  'And mony a time,' quo' Kinmont Willie,
+    'I've pricked a horse out oure the furs;
+  But since the day I backed a steed,
+    I never wore sic cumbrous spurs.'
+
+  42.
+  We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank,
+    When a' the Carlisle bells were rung,
+  And a thousand men, in horse and foot,
+    Cam' wi' the keen Lord Scroop along.
+
+  43.
+  Buccleuch has turned to Eden Water,
+    Even where it flow'd frae bank to brim,
+  And he has plunged in wi' a' his band,
+    And safely swam them thro' the stream.
+
+  44.
+  He turned him on the other side,
+    And at Lord Scroop his glove flung he:
+  'If ye like na my visit in merry England,
+    In fair Scotland come visit me!'
+
+  45.
+  All sore astonished stood Lord Scroop,
+    He stood as still as rock of stane;
+  He scarcely dared to trew his eyes,
+    When thro' the water they had gane.
+
+  46.
+  'He is either himsell a devil frae hell,
+    Or else his mother a witch maun be;
+  I wad na have ridden that wan water
+    For a' the gowd in Christentie.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  6.1: 'haud,' hold: 'reiver,' robber.
+  7.4: 'lawing,' reckoning.
+  10.1: 'basnet,' helmet: 'curch,' kerchief.
+  10.4: 'lightly,' insult.
+  13.3: 'slight,' destroy.
+  14.1: 'low,' fire.
+  17.3: 'splent on spauld,' plate-armour on their shoulders.
+  19.3: 'broken men,' outlaws.
+  24.4: 'lear,' information.
+  25.2: 'Row,' rough.
+  26.3: 'spait,' flood.
+  33.4: 'stear,' stir, disturbance.
+  34.1: 'forehammers,' sledge-hammers.
+  38.3: 'maill,' rent.
+  45.3: 'trew,' believe.]
+
+
+
+
+THE LAIRD O' LOGIE
+
+
++The Text+ is that of Scott's _Minstrelsy,_ which was repeated in
+Motherwell's collection, with the insertion of one stanza, obtained from
+tradition, between Scott's 2 and 3.
+
+
++The Story+ as told in this variant of the ballad is remarkably true to
+the historical facts.
+
+The Laird was John Wemyss, younger of Logie, a gentleman-in-waiting to
+King James VI. of Scotland, and an adherent of the notorious Francis
+Stuart, Earl of Bothwell. After the failure of the two rash attempts of
+Bothwell upon the King's person--the former at Holyrood House in 1591
+and the second at Falkland in 1592--the Earl persuaded the Laird of
+Logie and the Laird of Burleigh to join him in a third attempt, which
+was fixed for the 7th or 9th of August 1592; but the King got wind of
+the affair, and the two Lairds were seized by the Duke of Lennox and
+'committed to ward within Dalkeith.'
+
+The heroine of the ballad was a Danish maid-of-honour to James's Queen;
+her name is variously recorded as Margaret Vinstar, Weiksterne,
+Twynstoun, or Twinslace. 'Carmichael' was Sir John Carmichael, appointed
+captain of the King's guard in 1588.
+
+The ballad stops short at the escape of the lovers by ship. But history
+relates that the young couple were befriended by the Queen, who refused
+to comply with the King's demand that May Margaret should be dismissed.
+Eventually both were received into favour again, though the Laird of
+Logie was constantly in political trouble. He died in 1599. (See a paper
+by A. Francis Steuart in _The Scots Magazine_ for October 1899, p. 387.)
+
+
+THE LAIRD O' LOGIE
+
+  1.
+  I will sing, if ye will hearken,
+    If ye will hearken unto me;
+  The king has ta'en a poor prisoner,
+    The wanton laird o' young Logie.
+
+  2.
+  Young Logie's laid in Edinburgh chapel,
+    Carmichael's the keeper o' the key;
+  And May Margaret's lamenting sair,
+    A' for the love of Young Logie.
+
+  3.
+  'Lament, lament na, May Margaret,
+    And of your weeping let me be,
+  For ye maun to the king himsell,
+    To seek the life of Young Logie.'
+
+  4.
+  May Margaret has kilted her green cleiding,
+    And she has curl'd back her yellow hair;
+  'If I canna get Young Logie's life,
+    Farewell to Scotland for evermair!'
+
+  5.
+  When she came before the king,
+    She knelit lowly on her knee;
+  'O what's the matter, May Margaret?
+    And what needs a' this courtesie?'
+
+  6.
+  'A boon, a boon, my noble liege,
+    A boon, a boon, I beg o' thee!
+  And the first boon that I come to crave,
+    Is to grant me the life o' Young Logie.'
+
+  7.
+  'O na, O na, May Margaret,
+    Forsooth, and so it mauna be;
+  For a' the gowd o' fair Scotland
+    Shall not save the life o' Young Logie.'
+
+  8.
+  But she has stown the king's redding-kaim,
+    Likewise the queen her wedding knife;
+  And sent the tokens to Carmichael,
+    To cause Young Logie get his life.
+
+  9.
+  She sent him a purse o' the red gowd,
+    Another o' the white monie;
+  She sent him a pistol for each hand,
+    And bade him shoot when he gat free.
+
+  10.
+  When he came to the Tolbooth stair,
+    There he let his volley flee;
+  It made the king in his chamber start,
+    E'en in the bed where he might be.
+
+  11.
+  'Gae out, gae out, my merrymen a',
+    And bid Carmichael come speak to me,
+  For I'll lay my life the pledge o' that,
+    That yon's the shot o' Young Logie.'
+
+  12.
+  When Carmichael came before the king,
+    He fell low down upon his knee;
+  The very first word that the king spake,
+    Was 'Where's the laird of Young Logie?'
+
+  13.
+  Carmichael turn'd him round about,
+    I wat the tear blinded his eye;
+  'There came a token frae your grace,
+    Has ta'en away the laird frae me.'
+
+  14.
+  'Hast thou play'd me that, Carmichael?
+    And hast thou play'd me that?' quoth he;
+  'The morn the Justice Court's to stand,
+    And Logie's place ye maun supplie.'
+
+  15.
+  Carmichael's awa to Margaret's bower,
+    Even as fast as he may dree;
+  'O if Young Logie be within,
+    Tell him to come and speak with me.'
+
+  16.
+  May Margaret turn'd her round about,
+    I wat a loud laugh laughed she;
+  'The egg is chipp'd, the bird is flown,
+    Ye'll see nae mair of Young Logie.'
+
+  17.
+  The tane is shipped at the pier of Leith,
+    The tother at the Queen's Ferrie;
+  And she's gotten a father to her bairn,
+    The wanton laird of Young Logie.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  8.1: 'redding-kaim,' dressing-comb.]
+
+
+
+
+CAPTAIN CAR
+
+
++The Text+ is from a Cottonian MS. of the sixteenth century in the
+British Museum (Vesp. A. xxv. fol. 178). It is carelessly written, and
+words are here and there deleted and altered. I have allowed myself the
+liberty of choosing readings from several alternatives or possibilities.
+
+
++The Story.+--There seems to be no doubt that this ballad is founded
+upon an historical incident of 1571. The Scottish variants are mostly
+called _Edom o' Gordon_, _i.e._ Adam Gordon, who was brother to George
+Gordon, Earl of Huntly. Adam was a bold soldier; and, his clan being at
+variance with the Forbeses--on religious grounds,--he encountered them
+twice in the autumn of 1571, and inflicted severe defeat on them at the
+battles of Tuiliangus and Crabstane. In November he approached the
+castle of Towie, a stronghold of the Forbes clan; but the lady occupying
+it obstinately refused to yield it up, and it was burnt to the ground.
+
+It is not clear whether the responsibility of giving the order to fire
+the castle attaches to Adam Gordon or to Captain Car or Ker, who was
+Adam's right-hand man. But when all is said on either side, it is
+irrational, as Child points out, to apply modern standards of morality
+or expediency to sixteenth-century warfare. It is curious that this
+text, almost contemporary with the occurrence which gave rise to the
+ballad, should be wholly concerned with Captain Car and make no mention
+of Adam Gordon.
+
+For the burden, see Chappell _Popular Music of the Olden Time_, i. 226.
+
+
+CAPTAIN CAR
+
+  1.
+  It befell at Martynmas,
+    When wether waxed colde,
+  Captaine Care said to his men,
+    'We must go take a holde.'
+
+  _Syck, sicke, and to-towe sike,
+    And sicke and like to die;
+  The sikest nighte that ever I abode,
+    God lord have mercy on me!_
+
+  2.
+  'Haille, master, and wether you will,
+    And wether ye like it best;'
+  'To the castle of Crecrynbroghe,
+    And there we will take our reste.'
+
+  3.
+  'I knowe wher is a gay castle,
+    Is builded of lyme and stone;
+  Within their is a gay ladie,
+    Her lord is riden and gone.'
+
+  4.
+  The ladie she lend on her castle-walle,
+    She loked upp and downe;
+  There was she ware of an host of men,
+    Come riding to the towne.
+
+  5.
+  'Se yow, my meri men all,
+    And se yow what I see?
+  Yonder I see an host of men,
+    I muse who they bee.'
+
+  6.
+  She thought he had ben her wed lord,
+    As he com'd riding home;
+  Then was it traitur Captaine Care
+    The lord of Ester-towne.
+
+  7.
+  They wer no soner at supper sett,
+    Then after said the grace,
+  Or Captaine Care and all his men
+    Wer lighte aboute the place.
+
+  8.
+  'Gyve over thi howsse, thou lady gay,
+    And I will make the a bande;
+  To-nighte thou shall ly within my armes,
+    To-morrowe thou shall ere my lande.'
+
+  9.
+  Then bespacke the eldest sonne,
+    That was both whitt and redde:
+  'O mother dere, geve over your howsse,
+    Or elles we shalbe deade.'
+
+  10.
+  'I will not geve over my hous,' she saithe,
+    'Not for feare of my lyffe;
+  It shalbe talked throughout the land,
+    The slaughter of a wyffe.'
+
+  11.
+  'Fetch me my pestilett,
+    And charge me my gonne,
+  That I may shott at yonder bloddy butcher,
+    The lord of Easter-towne.'
+
+  12.
+  Styfly upon her wall she stode,
+    And lett the pellettes flee;
+  But then she myst the blody bucher,
+    And she slew other three.
+
+  13.
+  ['I will] not geve over my hous,' she saithe,
+    'Netheir for lord nor lowne;
+  Nor yet for traitour Captain Care,
+    The lord of Easter-towne.
+
+  14.
+  'I desire of Captine Care
+    And all his bloddye band,
+  That he would save my eldest sonne,
+    The eare of all my lande.'
+
+  15.
+  'Lap him in a shete,' he sayth,
+    'And let him downe to me,
+  And I shall take him in my armes,
+    His waran shall I be.'
+
+  16.
+  The captayne sayd unto him selfe:
+    Wyth sped, before the rest,
+  He cut his tonge out of his head,
+    His hart out of his breast.
+
+  17.
+  He lapt them in a handkerchef,
+    And knet it of knotes three,
+  And cast them over the castell-wall,
+    At that gay ladye.
+
+  18.
+  'Fye upon the, Captayne Care,
+    And all thy bloddy band!
+  For thou hast slayne my eldest sonne,
+   The ayre of all my land.'
+
+  19.
+  Then bespake the yongest sonne,
+    That sat on the nurse's knee,
+  Sayth, 'Mother gay, geve over your house;
+    It smoldereth me.'
+
+  20.
+  'I wold geve my gold,' she saith,
+    'And so I wolde my ffee,
+  For a blaste of the westryn wind,
+    To dryve the smoke from thee.
+
+  21.
+  'Fy upon the, John Hamleton,
+    That ever I paid the hyre!
+  For thou hast broken my castle-wall,
+    And kyndled in the ffyre.'
+
+  22.
+  The lady gate to her close parler,
+    The fire fell aboute her head;
+  She toke up her children thre,
+    Seth, 'Babes, we are all dead.'
+
+  23.
+  Then bespake the hye steward,
+    That is of hye degree;
+  Saith, 'Ladie gay, you are in close,
+    Wether ye fighte or flee.'
+
+  24.
+  Lord Hamleton drem'd in his dream,
+    In Carvall where he laye,
+  His halle were all of fyre,
+    His ladie slayne or daye.
+
+  25.
+  'Busk and bowne, my mery men all,
+    Even and go ye with me;
+  For I drem'd that my hall was on fyre,
+    My lady slayne or day.'
+
+  26.
+  He buskt him and bown'd hym,
+    And like a worthi knighte;
+  And when he saw his hall burning,
+    His harte was no dele lighte.
+
+  27.
+  He sett a trumpett till his mouth,
+    He blew as it ples'd his grace;
+  Twenty score of Hamlentons
+    Was light aboute the place.
+
+  28.
+  'Had I knowne as much yesternighte
+    As I do to-daye,
+  Captaine Care and all his men
+    Should not have gone so quite.
+
+  29.
+  'Fye upon the, Captaine Care,
+    And all thy blody bande!
+  Thou haste slayne my lady gay,
+    More wurth then all thy lande.
+
+  30.
+  'If thou had ought eny ill will,' he saith,
+    'Thou shoulde have taken my lyffe,
+  And have saved my children thre,
+    All and my lovesome wyffe.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  Burden.1: 'to-towe' = too-too.
+  8.2: 'bande,' bond, compact.
+  8.4: 'ere,' plough.
+  11.1: 'pestilett,' pistolet.
+  14.4: 'eare,' and 18.4 'ayre,' both = heir.
+  25.1: 'Busk and bowne,' make ready.
+  26.4:'no dele,' in no way. Cf. _somedele_, etc.
+  28.4: 'quite,' acquitted, unpunished.
+  30.1: 'ought,' owed.]
+
+
+
+
+SIR PATRICK SPENCE
+
+
++The Text+ is taken from Percy's _Reliques_ (1765), vol. i. p. 71,
+'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very
+similar ballad, which substitutes a Sir Andrew Wood for the hero. The
+version of this ballad printed in most collections is that of Scott's
+_Minstrelsy_, Sir Patrick Spens being the spelling adopted.[1] Scott
+compounded his ballad of two manuscript copies and a few verses from
+recitation, but the result is of unnecessary length.
+
+    [Footnote 1: Coleridge, however, wrote of the 'grand old ballad of
+    Sir Patrick Spence.']
+
+
++The Story.+--Much labour has been expended upon the question whether
+this ballad has an historical basis or not. From Percy's ballad--the
+present text--we can gather that Sir Patrick Spence was chosen by the
+king to convey something of value to a certain destination; and later
+versions tell us that the ship is bound for Norway, the object of the
+voyage being either to bring home the king of Norway's daughter, or the
+Scottish king's daughter, or to take out the Scottish king's daughter to
+be queen in Norway. The last variation can be supported by history,
+Margaret, daughter of Alexander III. of Scotland, being married in 1281
+to Erik, king of Norway. Many of the knights and nobles who accompanied
+her to Norway were drowned on the voyage home.
+
+However, we need not elaborate our researches in the attempt to prove
+that the ballad is historical. It is certainly of English and Scottish
+origin, and has no parallels in the ballads of other lands. 'Haf owre to
+Aberdour,' _i.e._ halfway between Aberdour in Buchan and the coast of
+Norway, lies the island of Papa Stronsay, on which there is a tumulus
+called 'the Earl's Knowe' (knoll); but the tradition, that this marks
+the grave of Sir Patrick Spence, is in all probability a modern
+invention.
+
+
+SIR PATRICK SPENCE
+
+  1.
+  The king sits in Dumferling toune,
+    Drinking the blude-reid wine:
+  'O whar will I get [a] guid sailor,
+    To sail this schip of mine?'
+
+  2.
+  Up and spak an eldern knicht,
+    Sat at the king's richt kne:
+  'Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor
+    That sails upon the se.'
+
+  3.
+  The king has written a braid letter,
+    And sign'd it wi' his hand,
+  And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence,
+    Was walking on the sand.
+
+  4.
+  The first line that Sir Patrick red,
+    A loud lauch lauched he;
+  The next line that Sir Patrick red,
+    The teir blinded his ee.
+
+  5.
+  'O wha is this has done this deid,
+    This ill deid don to me,
+  To send me out this time o' the yeir,
+    To sail upon the se!
+
+  6.
+  'Mak haste, mak haste, my mirry men all,
+    Our guid schip sails the morne:'
+  'O say na sae, my master deir,
+    Fir I feir a deadlie storme.
+
+  7.
+  '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.'
+
+  8.
+  O our Scots nobles wer richt laith
+    To weet their cork-heil'd schoone;
+  Bot lang owre a' the play wer play'd,
+    Thair hats they swam aboone.
+
+  9.
+  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.
+
+  10.
+  O lang, lang may the ladies stand,
+    Wi' thair gold kerns in their hair,
+  Waiting for thair ain deir lords,
+    For they'll se thame na mair.
+
+  11.
+  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.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.1: 'Dumferling,' _i.e._ Dunfermline, on the north side of the
+    Firth of Forth.]
+
+
+
+
+FLODDEN FIELD
+
+
++The Text+ is from Thomas Deloney's _Pleasant History of John
+Winchcomb_,[1] the eighth edition of which, in 1619, is the earliest
+known. 'In disgrace of the Soots,' says Deloney, 'and in remembrance of
+the famous atchieved historie, the commons of England made this song,
+which to this day is not forgotten of many.' I suspect it was Deloney
+himself rather than the commons of England who made this song. A variant
+is found in Additional MS. 32,380 in the British Museum--a statement
+which might be of interest if it were not qualified by the addition
+'formerly in the possession of J. Payne Collier.' That egregious
+antiquary took the pains to fill the blank leaves of a sixteenth-century
+manuscript with ballads either copied from their original sources,
+as this from Deloney, or forged by Collier himself; he then made a
+transcript in his own handwriting (Add. MS. 32,381), and finally printed
+selections. In the present ballad he has inserted two or three verses of
+his own; otherwise the changes from Deloney's ballad are slight.
+
+    [Footnote 1: Reprinted from the ninth edition of 1633 by J. O.
+    Halliwell [-Phillipps], 1859, where the ballad appears on pp. 48-9.
+    Deloney's book was licensed in 1597.]
+
+A very long ballad on the same subject is in the Percy Folio, and
+similar copies in Harleian MSS. 293 and 367. Another is 'Scotish Field,'
+also in the Percy Folio.
+
+
++The Story.+--Lesley says in his History, 'This battle was called the
+Field of Flodden by the Scotsmen and Brankston [Bramstone, 8.3] by the
+Englishmen, because it was stricken on the hills of Flodden beside a
+town called Brankston; and was stricken the ninth day of September,
+1513.'
+
+The ballad follows history closely. 'Lord Thomas Howard' (6.1), uncle to
+the queen, escorted her to Scotland in 1503: 'This is ground enough,'
+says Child, 'for the ballad's making him her chamberlain ten years
+later.'
+
+'Jack with a feather' (12.1) is a contemptuous phrase directed at King
+James's rashness.
+
+
+FLODDEN FIELD
+
+  1.
+  King Jamie hath made a vow,
+    Keep it well if he may!
+  That he will be at lovely London
+    Upon Saint James his day.
+
+  2.
+  'Upon Saint James his day at noon,
+    At fair London will I be,
+  And all the lords in merry Scotland,
+    They shall dine there with me.'
+
+  3.
+  Then bespake good Queen Margaret,
+    The tears fell from her eye:
+  'Leave off these wars, most noble king,
+    Keep your fidelity.
+
+  4.
+  'The water runs swift and wondrous deep,
+    From bottom unto the brim;
+  My brother Henry hath men good enough;
+    England is hard to win.'
+
+  5.
+  'Away,' quoth he, 'with this silly fool!
+    In prison fast let her lie:
+  For she is come of the English blood,
+    And for those words she shall die.'
+
+  6.
+  With that bespake Lord Thomas Howard,
+    The queen's chamberlain that day:
+  'If that you put Queen Margaret to death,
+    Scotland shall rue it alway.'
+
+  7.
+  Then in a rage King James did say,
+    'Away with this foolish mome!
+  He shall be hanged, and the other be burned,
+    So soon as I come home.'
+
+  8.
+  At Flodden Field the Scots came in,
+    Which made our English men fain;
+  At Bramstone Green this battle was seen,
+    There was King Jamie slain.
+
+  9.
+  Then presently the Scots did fly,
+    Their cannons they left behind;
+  Their ensigns gay were won all away,
+    Our soldiers did beat them blind.
+
+  10.
+  To tell you plain, twelve thousand were slain
+    That to the fight did stand,
+  And many prisoners took that day,
+    The best in all Scotland.
+
+  11.
+  That day made many [a] fatherless child,
+    And many a widow poor,
+  And many a Scottish gay lady
+    Sat weeping in her bower.
+
+  12.
+  Jack with a feather was lapt all in leather,
+    His boastings were all in vain;
+  He had such a chance, with a new morrice dance,
+    He never went home again.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  7.2: 'Mome,' dolt.]
+
+
+
+
+DICK O' THE COW
+
+
++The Text+ is a combination of three, but mainly from a text which seems
+to have been sent to Percy in 1775. The other two are from Scottish
+tradition of the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries. I have
+made a few changes in spelling only. The ballad was certainly known
+before the end of the sixteenth century, as Thomas Nashe refers to it in
+1596:--'_Dick of the Cow_, that mad Demilance Northren Borderer, who
+plaid his prizes with the Lord _Iockey_ so brauely' (Nashe 's _Works_,
+ed. R. B. McKerrow, iii. p. 5). _Dick at the Caw_ occurs in a list of
+'penny merriments' printed for, and sold by, Philip Brooksby, about
+1685.
+
+
++The Story+ is yet another of the Border ballads of the Armstrongs and
+Liddesdale, and tells itself in an admirable way.
+
+The 'Cow,' of course, cannot refer to cattle, as the word would be
+'Kye': possibly it means 'broom,' or the hut in which he lived. See
+Murray's _Dictionary_, and cp. 9.3
+
+'Billie' means 'brother'; hence the quaint 'billie Willie.' It is the
+same word as 'bully,' used of Bottom the Weaver, which also occurs in
+the ballad of _Bewick and Grahame_, 5.2 (see p. 102 of this volume).
+
+
+DICK O' THE COW
+
+  1.
+  Now Liddisdale has long lain in,
+          _Fa la_
+  There is no rideing there at a';
+          _Fa la_
+  Their horse is growing so lidder and fatt
+    That are lazie in the sta'.
+          _Fa la la didle_
+
+  2.
+  Then Johnė Armstrang to Willie can say,
+    'Billie, a rideing then will we;
+  England and us has been long at a feed;
+    Perhaps we may hitt of some bootie.
+
+  3.
+  Then they're com'd on to Hutton Hall,
+    They rade that proper place about;
+  But the laird he was the wiser man,
+    For he had left nae gear without.
+
+  4.
+  Then he had left nae gear to steal,
+    Except six sheep upon a lee;
+  Says Johnie, 'I'de rather in England die,
+    Before their six sheep goed to Liddisdale with me.
+
+  5.
+  'But how cal'd they the man we last with mett,
+    Billie, as we came over the know?'
+  'That same he is an innocent fool,
+    And some men calls him Dick o' the Cow.'
+
+  6.
+  'That fool has three as good kyne of his own
+    As is in a' Cumberland, billie,' quoth he;
+  'Betide my life, betide my death,
+    These three kyne shal go to Liddisdaile with me.'
+
+  7.
+  Then they're com'd on to the poor fool's house,
+    And they have broken his wals so wide;
+  They have loos'd out Dick o' the Cow's kyne three,
+    And tane three co'erlets off his wife's bed.
+
+  8.
+  Then on the morn, when the day grew light,
+    The shouts and crys rose loud and high;
+  'Hold thy tongue, my wife,' he says,
+    'And of thy crying let me bee.
+
+  9.
+  'Hald thy tongue, my wife,' he says,
+    'And of thy crying let me bee,
+  And ay that where thou wants a kow,
+    Good sooth that I shal bring thee three.'
+
+  10.
+  Then Dick's com'd on to lord and master,
+    And I wat a drerie fool was he;
+  'Hald thy tongue, my fool,' he says,
+    'For I may not stand to jest with thee.'
+
+  11.
+  'Shame speed a' your jesting, my lord,' quo' Dickie,
+    'For nae such jesting 'grees with me;
+  Liddesdaile has been in my house this last night,
+    And they have tane my three kyne from me.'
+
+  12.
+  'But I may nae langer in Cumberland dwel,
+    To be your poor fool and your leel,
+  Unless ye give me leave, my lord,
+    To go to Liddisdale and steal.'
+
+  13.
+  'To give thee leave, my fool,' he says,
+    'Thou speaks against mine honour and me;
+  Unless thou give me thy troth and thy right hand,
+    Thou'l steal frae nane but them that sta' from thee.'
+
+  14.
+  'There is my trouth and my right hand;
+    My head shal hing on Hairibie,
+  I'le never crose Carlele sands again,
+    If I steal frae a man but them that sta' frae me.'
+
+  15.
+  Dickie has tane leave at lord and master,
+    And I wat a merrie fool was he;
+  He has bought a bridle and a pair of new spurs,
+    And has packed them up in his breek-thigh.
+
+  16.
+  Then Dickie's come on for Puddinburn,
+    Even as fast as he may drie;
+  Dickie's come on for Puddinburn,
+    Where there was thirty Armstrongs and three.
+
+  17.
+  'What's this com'd on me!' quo' Dickė,
+    'What meakle wae's this happen'd on me,' quo' he,
+  'Where here is but an innocent fool,
+    And there is thirty Armstrongs and three!'
+
+  18.
+  Yet he's com'd up to the hall among them all;
+    So wel he became his courtisie;
+  'Well may ye be, my good Laird's Jock,
+    But the deil bless all your companie!
+
+  19.
+  'I'm come to plain of your man Fair Johnie Armstrong,
+    And syne his billie Willie,' quo' he;
+  'How they have been in my house this last night,
+    And they have tane my three ky frae me.'
+
+  20.
+  Quo' Johnie Armstrong, 'We'll him hang;'
+    'Nay,' then quo' Willie, 'we'll him slae;'
+  But up bespake another young man,
+    'We'le nit him in a four-nooked sheet,
+  Give him his burden of batts, and lett him gae.'
+
+  21.
+  Then up bespake the good Laird's Jock,
+    The best falla in the companie;
+  'Sitt thy way down a little while, Dickė,
+    And a peice of thine own cow's hough I'l give to thee.'
+
+  22.
+  But Dickie's heart it grew so great
+    That never a bitt of it he dought to eat;
+  But Dickie was warr of ane auld peat-house,
+    Where there al the night he thought for to sleep.
+
+  23.
+  Then Dickie was warr of that auld peat-house,
+    Where there al the night he thought for to ly;
+  And a' the prayers the poor fool pray'd was,
+    'I wish I had a mense for my own three kye!'
+
+  24.
+  Then it was the use of Puddinburn,
+    And the house of Mangertoun, all haile!
+  These that came not at the first call
+    They gott no more meat till the next meall.
+
+  25.
+  The lads, that hungry and aevery was,
+    Above the door-head they flang the key.
+  Dickie took good notice to that;
+    Says, 'There's a bootie younder for me.'
+
+  26.
+  Then Dickie's gane into the stable,
+    Where there stood thirty horse and three;
+  He has ty'd them a' with St. Mary knot,
+    All these horse but barely three.
+
+  27.
+  He has ty'd them a' with St. Mary knot,
+    All these horse but barely three;
+  He has loupen on one, taken another in his hand,
+    And out at the door and gane is Dickie.
+
+  28.
+  Then on the morn, when the day grew light,
+    The shouts and cryes rose loud and high;
+  'What's that theife?' quo' the good Laird's Jock,
+    'Tel me the truth and the verity.
+
+  29.
+  'What's that theife?' quo' the good Laird's Jock,
+    'See unto me ye do not lie.
+  Dick o' the Cow has been in the stable this last nicht,
+    And has my brother's horse and mine frae me.'
+
+  30.
+  'Ye wad never be tel'd it,' quo' the Laird's Jock,
+    'Have ye not found my tales fu' leel?
+  Ye wad never out of England bide,
+    Till crooked and blind and a' wad steal.'
+
+  31.
+  'But will thou lend me thy bay?' Fair Johnė Armstrong can say,
+    'There's nae mae horse loose in the stable but he;
+  And I'le either bring ye Dick o' the Kow again.
+    Or the day is come that he must die.'
+
+  32.
+  'To lend thee my bay,' the Laird's Jock can say,
+    'He's both worth gold and good monie;
+  Dick o' the Kow has away twa horse,
+    I wish no thou should make him three.'
+
+  33.
+  He has tane the Laird's jack on his back,
+    The twa-handed sword that hang leugh by his thigh;
+  He has tane the steel cap on his head,
+    And on is he to follow Dickie.
+
+  34.
+  Then Dickie was not a mile off the town,
+    I wat a mile but barely three,
+  Till John Armstrong has o'ertane Dick o' the Kow,
+    Hand for hand on Cannobie lee.
+
+  35.
+  'Abide thee, bide now, Dickie than,
+    The day is come that thou must die.'
+  Dickie looked o'er his left shoulder,
+    'Johnie, has thou any mo in thy company?
+
+  36.
+  'There is a preacher in our chapell,
+    And a' the lee-lang day teaches he;
+  When day is gane, and night is come,
+    There's never a word I mark but three.
+
+  37.
+  'The first and second's Faith and Conscience,
+    The third is, Johnie, Take head of thee!
+  But what faith and conscience had thou, traitor,
+    When thou took my three kye frae me?
+
+  38.
+  'And when thou had tane my three kye,
+    Thou thought in thy heart thou was no wel sped;
+  But thou sent thy billie Willie o'er the know,
+    And he took three co'erlets off my wife's bed.'
+
+  39.
+  Then Johnė lett a spear fa' leugh by his thigh,
+    Thought well to run the innocent through,
+  But the powers above was more than his,
+    He ran but the poor fool's jerkin through.
+
+  40.
+  Together they ran or ever they blan;
+    This was Dickie the fool, and hee;
+  Dickie could not win to him with the blade of the sword,
+    But he fel'd him with the plummet under the eye.
+
+  41.
+  Now Dickie has fel'd Fair Johnė Armstrong,
+    The prettiest man in the south countrey;
+  'Gramercie,' then can Dickie say,
+    'I had twa horse, thou has made me three.'
+
+  42.
+  He has tane the laird's jack of his back,
+    The twa-handed sword that hang leugh by his thigh;
+  He has tane the steel cap off his head;
+    'Johnie, I'le tel my master I met with thee.'
+
+  43.
+  When Johnė waken'd out of his dream,
+    I wat a drery man was he;
+  'Is thou gane now, Dickie, than?
+    The shame gae in thy company!
+
+  44.
+  'Is thou gane now, Dickie, than?
+    The shame go in thy companie!
+  For if I should live this hundred year,
+    I shal never fight with a fool after thee.'
+
+  45.
+  Then Dickie comed home to lord and master,
+    Even as fast as he may drie.
+  'Now, Dickie, I shal neither eat meat nor drink
+    Till high hanged that thou shall be!'
+
+  46.
+  'The shame speed the liars, my lord!' quo' Dickie,
+    'That was no the promise ye made to me;
+  For I'd never gane to Liddesdale to steal
+    Till that I sought my leave at thee.'
+
+  47.
+  'But what gart thou steal the Laird's Jock's horse?
+    And, limmer, what gart thou steal him?' quo' he;
+  'For lang might thou in Cumberland dwelt
+    Or the Laird's Jock had stoln ought frae thee.'
+
+  48.
+  'Indeed I wat ye lee'd, my lord,
+    And even so loud as I hear ye lie;
+  I wan him frae his man, Fair Johnė Armstrong,
+    Hand for hand on Cannobie lee.
+
+  49.
+  'There's the jack was on his back,
+    The twa-handed sword that hung leugh by his thigh;
+  There's the steel cap was on his head;
+    I have a' these takens to lett you see.'
+
+  50.
+  'If that be true thou to me tels
+    (I trow thou dare not tel a lie),
+  I'le give thee twenty pound for the good horse,
+    Wel tel'd in thy cloke-lap shall be.
+
+  51.
+  'And I'le give thee one of my best milk-kye
+    To maintain thy wife and children three;
+  And that may be as good, I think,
+    As ony twa o' thine might be.'
+
+  52.
+  'The shame speed the liars, my lord!' quo' Dickie;
+    'Trow ye ay to make a fool of me?
+  I'le either have thirty pound for the good horse,
+    Or else he's gae to Mattan fair wi' me.'
+
+  53.
+  Then he has given him thirty pound for the good horse,
+    All in gold and good monie:
+  He has given him one of his best milk-kye
+    To maintain his wife and children three.
+
+  54.
+  Then Dickie's come down through Carlile town,
+    Even as fast as he may drie.
+  The first of men that he with mett
+    Was my lord's brother, Bailife Glazenberrie.
+
+  55.
+  'Well may ye be, my good Ralph Scrupe!'
+    'Welcome, my brother's fool!' quo' he;
+  'Where did thou gett Fair Johnie Armstrong's horse?'
+    'Where did I get him but steal him,' quo' he.
+
+  56.
+  'But will thou sell me Fair Johnie Armstrong's horse?
+    And, billie, will thou sell him to me?' quo' he;
+  'Ay, and [thou] tel me the monie on my cloke-lap,
+    For there's not one farthing I'le trust thee.'
+
+  57.
+  'I'le give thee fifteen pound for the good horse,
+    Wel told on thy cloke-lap shal be;
+  And I'le give thee one of my best milk-kye
+    To maintain thy wife and thy children three.'
+
+  58.
+  'The shame speed the liars, my lord!' quo' Dickė,
+    'Trow ye ay to make a fool of me?' quo' he;
+  'I'le either have thirty pound for the good horse.
+    Or else he's to Mattan Fair with me.'
+
+  59.
+  He has given him thirty pound for the good horse,
+    All in gold and good monie;
+  He has given him one of his best milk-kye
+    To maintain his wife and children three.
+
+  60.
+  Then Dickie lap a loup on high,
+    And I wat a loud laughter leugh he;
+  'I wish the neck of the third horse were browken,
+    For I have a better of my own, and onie better can be.'
+
+  61.
+  Then Dickie com'd hame to his wife again.
+    Judge ye how the poor fool he sped!
+  He has given her three score of English pounds
+    For the three auld co'erlets was tane off her bed.
+
+  62.
+  'Hae, take thee there twa as good kye,
+    I trow, as all thy three might be;
+  And yet here is a white-footed naigg,
+    I think he'le carry both thee and me.
+
+  63.
+  'But I may no langer in Cumberland dwell;
+    The Armstrongs they'le hang me high.'
+  But Dickie has tane leave at lord and master,
+    And Burgh under Stanemuir there dwels Dickie.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.3: 'lidder,' lazy.
+  2.2: 'billie,' brother.
+  2.3: 'feed,' feud.
+  5.2: 'know,' hillock.
+  20.5: 'burden of batts,' all the blows he can bear.
+  22.2: 'dought,' was able.
+  25.1: 'aevery,' ravenous.
+  26.3: 'St. Mary knot,' a triple knot.
+  32.4: The copy reads 'should no make.'
+  33.1: 'jack,' jerkin.
+  40.1: 'blan,' stopped.
+  47.2: 'limmer,' rascal.
+  56.3: I have inserted 'thou' to complete the sense; 'and,' here and
+    below, 60.4, meaning 'if.']
+
+
+
+
+SIR HUGH IN THE GRIME'S DOWNFALL
+
+
++The Text+ given here is comparatively a late one, from the Roxburghe
+collection (iii. 456). An earlier broadside, in the same and other
+collections, gives a longer but curiously corrupted version, exhibiting
+such perversions as 'Screw' for 'Scroop,' and 'Garlard' for 'Carlisle.'
+
+
++The Story+ in its full form relates that Sir Hugh in the Grime (Hughie
+Graeme or Graham) stole a mare from the Bishop of Carlisle, by way of
+retaliation for the Bishop's seduction of his wife. He was pursued by
+Lord Scroop, taken, and conveyed to Carlisle and hanged.
+
+Scott suggested that Hugh Graham may have been one of four hundred
+Borderers accused to the Bishop of Carlisle of various murders and
+thefts about 1548.
+
+
+SIR HUGH IN THE GRIME'S DOWNFALL
+
+  1.
+  Good Lord John is a hunting gone,
+    Over the hills and dales so far,
+  For to take Sir Hugh in the Grime,
+    For stealing of the bishop's mare.
+            _He derry derry down_
+
+  2.
+  Hugh in the Grime was taken then
+    And carried to Carlisle town;
+  The merry women came out amain,
+    Saying, 'The name of Grime shall never go down.'
+
+  3.
+  O then a jury of women was brought,
+    Of the best that could be found;
+  Eleven of them spoke all at once,
+    Saying 'The name of Grime shall never go down.'
+
+  4.
+  And then a jury of men was brought,
+    More the pity for to be!
+  Eleven of them spoke all at once,
+    Saying 'Hugh in the Grime, you are guilty.'
+
+  5.
+  Hugh in the Grime was cast to be hang'd,
+    Many of his friends did for him lack;
+  For fifteen foot in the prisin he did jump,
+    With his hands tyed fast behind his back.
+
+  6.
+  Then bespoke our good Lady Ward,
+    As she set on the bench so high;
+  'A peck of white pennys I'll give to my lord,
+    If he'll grant Hugh Grime to me.
+
+  7.
+  'And if it be not full enough,
+    I'll stroke it up with my silver fan;
+  And if it be not full enough,
+    I'll heap it up with my own hand.'
+
+  8.
+  'Hold your tongue now, Lady Ward,
+    And of your talkitive let it be!
+  There is never a Grime came in this court
+    That at thy bidding shall saved be.'
+
+  9.
+  Then bespoke our good Lady Moor,
+    As she sat on the bench so high;
+  'A yoke of fat oxen I'll give to my lord,
+    If he'll grant Hugh Grime to me.'
+
+  10.
+  'Hold your tongue now, good Lady Moor,
+    And of your talkitive let it be!
+  There is never a Grime came to this court
+    That at thy bidding saved shall be.'
+
+  11.
+  Sir Hugh in the Grime look'd out of the door,
+    With his hand out of the bar;
+  There he spy'd his father dear,
+    Tearing of his golden hair.
+
+  12.
+  'Hold your tongue, good father dear,
+    And of your weeping let it be!
+  For if they bereave me of my life,
+    They cannot bereave me of the heavens so high.'
+
+  13.
+  Sir Hugh in the Grime look'd out at the door;
+    Oh, what a sorry heart had he!
+  There he spy'd his mother dear,
+    Weeping and wailing 'Oh, woe is me!'
+
+  14.
+  'Hold your tongue now, mother dear,
+    And of your weeping let it be!
+  For if they bereave me of my life,
+    They cannot bereave me of heaven's fee.
+
+  15.
+  'I'll leave my sword to Johnny Armstrong,
+    That is made of mettal so fine,
+  That when he comes to the border-side
+    He may think of Hugh in the Grime.'
+
+
+
+
+THE DEATH OF PARCY REED
+
+
++The Text.+--There are two texts available for this ballad, of which the
+second one, here given, was said to have been taken down from the
+singing of an old woman by James Telfer of Liddesdale, and was so
+printed in Richardson's _Borderers' Table Book_ (1846). It preserves
+almost the whole of the other version, taken from Robert White's papers,
+who recorded it in 1829; but it obviously bears marks of having been
+tampered with by Telfer. However, it contains certain stanzas which
+Child says may be regarded as traditional, and it is therefore preferred
+here.
+
+
++The Story.+--Percival or Parcy Reed was warden of the district round
+Troughend, a high tract of land in Redesdale. In the discharge of his
+duties he incurred the enmity of the family of Hall of Girsonsfield (two
+miles east of Troughend) and of some moss-troopers named Crosier. As the
+ballad shows, the treachery of the Halls delivered Parcy Reed into the
+Crosiers' hands at a hut in Batinghope, a glen westward of the Whitelee
+stream. Local tradition adds to the details narrated in the ballad that
+Parcy's wife had been warned by a dream of her husband's danger, and
+that on the following morning his loaf of bread happened to be turned
+upside down--a very bad omen.
+
+Further, we learn from the same source, the Crosiers' barbarous
+treatment of Parcy's corpse aroused the indignation of the
+neighbourhood, and they and the treacherous Halls were driven away.
+
+Girsonsfield has belonged to no one of the name of Hall as far back as
+Elizabeth, whence it is argued that the ballad is not later than the
+sixteenth century.
+
+
+THE DEATH OF PARCY REED
+
+  1.
+  God send the land deliverance
+    Frae every reaving, riding Scot!
+  We'll sune hae neither cow nor ewe,
+    We'll sune hae neither staig nor stot.
+
+  2.
+  The outlaws come frae Liddesdale,
+    They herry Redesdale far and near;
+  The rich man's gelding it maun gang,
+    They canna pass the puir man's mear.
+
+  3.
+  Sure it were weel, had ilka thief
+    Around his neck a halter strang;
+  And curses heavy may they light
+    On traitors vile oursels amang.
+
+  4.
+  Now Parcy Reed has Crosier taen,
+    He has delivered him to the law;
+  But Crosier says he'll do waur than that,
+    He'll make the tower o' Troughend fa'.
+
+  5.
+  And Crosier says he will do waur,
+    He will do waur if waur can be;
+  He'll make the bairns a' fatherless;
+    And then the land it may lie lee.
+
+  6.
+  'To the hunting, ho!' cried Parcy Reed,
+    'The morning sun is on the dew;
+  The cauler breeze frae off the fells
+    Will lead the dogs to the quarry true.
+
+  7.
+  'To the hunting, ho!' cried Parcy Reed,
+    And to the hunting he has gane;
+  And the three fause Ha's o' Girsonsfield
+    Alang wi' him he has them ta'en.
+
+  8.
+  They hunted high, they hunted low,
+    By heathery hill and birken shaw;
+  They raised a buck on Rooken Edge,
+    And blew the mort at fair Ealylawe.
+
+  9.
+  They hunted high, they hunted low,
+    They made the echoes ring amain;
+  With music sweet o' horn and hound,
+    They merry made fair Redesdale glen.
+
+  10.
+  They hunted high, they hunted low,
+    They hunted up, they hunted down,
+  Until the day was past the prime,
+    And it grew late in the afternoon.
+
+  11.
+  They hunted high in Batinghope,
+    When as the sun was sinking low.
+  Says Parcy then, 'Ca' off the dogs,
+    We'll bait our steeds and homeward go.'
+
+  12.
+  They lighted high in Batinghope,
+    Atween the brown and benty ground;
+  They had but rested a little while,
+    Till Parcy Reed was sleeping sound.
+
+  13.
+  There's nane may lean on a rotten staff,
+    But him that risks to get a fa';
+  There's nane may in a traitor trust,
+    And traitors black were every Ha'.
+
+  14.
+  They've stown the bridle off his steed,
+    And they've put water in his lang gun;
+  They've fixed his sword within the sheath,
+    That out again it winna come.
+
+  15.
+  'Awaken ye, waken ye, Parcy Reed,
+    Or by your enemies be taen;
+  For yonder are the five Crosiers
+    A-coming owre the Hingin-stane.'
+
+  16.
+  'If they be five, and we be four,
+    Sae that ye stand alang wi' me,
+  Then every man ye will take one,
+    And only leave but two to me.
+  We will them meet as brave men ought,
+    And make them either fight or flee.'
+
+  17.
+  'We mayna stand, we canna stand,
+    We daurna stand alang wi' thee;
+  The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
+    And they wad kill baith thee and we.'
+
+  18.
+  'O, turn thee, turn thee, Johnnie Ha',
+    O, turn thee, man, and fight wi' me;
+  When ye come to Troughend again,
+    My gude black naig I will gie thee;
+  He cost full twenty pound o' gowd,
+    Atween my brother John and me
+
+  19.
+  'I mayna turn, I canna turn,
+    I daurna turn and fight wi' thee;
+  The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
+    And they wad kill baith thee and me.'
+
+  20.
+  'O, turn thee, turn thee, Willie Ha',
+    O, turn thee, man, and fight wi' me;
+  When ye come to Troughend again,
+    A yoke o' owsen I'll gie thee.'
+
+  21.
+  'I mayna turn, I canna turn,
+    I daurna turn and fight wi' thee;
+  The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
+    And they wad kill baith thee and me.'
+
+  22.
+  'O, turn thee, turn thee, Tommy Ha',
+    O, turn now, man, and fight wi' me;
+  If ever we come to Troughend again,
+    My daughter Jean I'll gie to thee.'
+
+  23.
+  'I mayna turn, I canna turn,
+    I daurna turn, and fight wi' thee;
+  The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
+    And they wad kill baith thee and me.'
+
+  24.
+  'O, shame upon ye, traitors a'!
+    I wish your hames ye may never see;
+  Ye've stown the bridle off my naig,
+    And I can neither fight nor flee.
+
+  25.
+  'Ye've stown the bridle off my naig,
+    And ye've put water i' my lang gun;
+  Ye've fixed my sword within the sheath,
+    That out again it winna come.'
+
+  26.
+  He had but time to cross himsel',
+    A prayer he hadna time to say,
+  Till round him came the Crosiers keen,
+    All riding graithed, and in array.
+
+  27.
+  'Weel met, weel met, now, Parcy Reed,
+    Thou art the very man we sought;
+  Owre lang hae we been in your debt,
+    Now will we pay you as we ought.
+
+  28.
+  'We'll pay thee at the nearest tree,
+    Where we shall hang thee like a hound;'
+  Brave Parcy rais'd his fankit sword,
+    And fell'd the foremost to the ground.
+
+  29.
+  Alake, and wae for Parcy Reed,
+    Alake, he was an unarmed man;
+  Four weapons pierced him all at once,
+    As they assailed him there and than.
+
+  30.
+  They fell upon him all at once,
+    They mangled him most cruellie;
+  The slightest wound might caused his deid,
+    And they hae gi'en him thirty-three:
+  They hacket off his hands and feet,
+    And left him lying on the lee.
+
+  31.
+  'Now, Parcy Reed, we've paid our debt,
+    Ye canna weel dispute the tale,'
+  The Crosiers said, and off they rade;
+    They rade the airt o' Liddesdale.
+
+  32.
+  It was the hour o' gloaming gray,
+    When herds come in frae fauld and pen;
+  A herd he saw a huntsman lie,
+    Says he, 'Can this be Laird Troughen'?'
+
+  33.
+  'There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed,
+    And some will ca' me Laird Troughen';
+  It's little matter what they ca' me,
+    My faes hae made me ill to ken.
+
+  34.
+  'There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed,
+    And speak my praise in tower and town
+  It's little matter what they do now,
+    My life-blood rudds the heather brown.
+
+  35.
+  'There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed,
+    And a' my virtues say and sing;
+  I would much rather have just now
+    A draught o' water frae the spring.'
+
+  36.
+  The herd flung aff his clouted shoon,
+    And to the nearest fountain ran;
+  He made his bonnet serve a cup,
+    And wan the blessing o' the dying man.
+
+  37.
+  'Now, honest herd, you maun do mair,--
+    Ye maun do mair as I you tell;
+  You maun bear tidings to Troughend,
+    And bear likewise my last farewell.
+
+  38.
+  'A farewell to my wedded wife,
+    A farewell to my brother John,
+  Wha sits into the Troughend tower,
+    Wi' heart as black as any stone.
+
+  39.
+  'A farewell to my daughter Jean,
+    A farewell to my young sons five;
+  Had they been at their father's hand,
+    I had this night been man alive.
+
+  40.
+  'A farewell to my followers a',
+    And a' my neighbours gude at need;
+  Bid them think how the treacherous Ha's
+    Betrayed the life o' Parcy Reed.
+
+  41.
+  'The laird o' Clennel bears my bow,
+    The laird o' Brandon bears my brand;
+  Whene'er they ride i' the Border side,
+    They'll mind the fate o' the laird Troughend.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.2: 'reaving,' robbing.
+  1.4: 'staig,' horse; 'stot,' ox.
+  26.4: 'graithed,' accoutred.
+  28.3: 'fankit,' entangled.
+  31.4: 'the airt o',' _i.e._ in the direction of.]
+
+
+
+
+BEWICK AND GRAHAME
+
+
++The Text+ is from several broadsides and chap-books, but mainly depends
+on a stall-copy entitled _The Song of Bewick and Grahame_, approximately
+dated 1740. Sir Walter Scott considered this ballad 'remarkable, as
+containing probably the very latest allusion to the institution of
+brotherhood in arms' (see 14.4, and the use of the word 'bully'); but
+Child strongly suspects there was an older and better copy than those
+extant, none of which is earlier than the eighteenth century.
+
+
++The Story+ is concerned with two fathers, who boast about their sons,
+and cause the two lads to fight. Christy Graham is faced with the
+dilemma of fighting either his father or his brother-in-arms, and
+decides to meet the latter; but, should he kill his friend, he
+determines not to return alive. Young Bewick takes a similar vow. They
+fight two hours, and at last an 'ackward' stroke kills Bewick, and
+Christy falls on his sword. The two fathers lament, and the
+ballad-singer finishes by putting the blame on them.
+
+
+BEWICK AND GRAHAME
+
+  1.
+  Old Grahame he is to Carlisle gone,
+    Where Sir Robert Bewick there met he;
+  In arms to the wine they are gone,
+    And drank till they were both merry.
+
+  2.
+  Old Grahame he took up the cup,
+    And said, 'Brother Bewick, here's to thee,
+  And here's to our two sons at home,
+    For they live best in our country.'
+
+  3.
+  'Nay, were thy son as good as mine,
+    And of some books he could but read,
+  With sword and buckler by his side,
+    To see how he could save his head.
+
+  4.
+  'They might have been call'd two bold brethren
+    Where ever they did go or ride;
+  They might have been call'd two bold brethren,
+    They might have crack'd the Border-side.
+
+  5.
+  Thy son is bad, and is but a lad,
+    And bully to my son cannot be;
+  For my son Bewick can both write and read,
+    And sure I am that cannot he.'
+
+  6.
+  'I put him to school, but he would not learn,
+    I bought him books but he would not read;
+  But my blessing he's never have
+    Till I see how his hand can save his head.'
+
+  7.
+  Old Grahame called for an account,
+    And he ask'd what was for to pay;
+  There he paid a crown, so it went round,
+    Which was all for good wine and hay.
+
+  8.
+  Old Grahame is into the stable gone,
+    Where stood thirty good steeds and three;
+  He's taken his own steed by the head,
+    And home rode he right wantonly.
+
+  9.
+  When he came home, there did he espy
+    A loving sight to spy or see,
+  There did he espy his own three sons,
+    Young Christy Grahame, the foremost was he.
+
+  10.
+  There did he espy his own three sons,
+    Young Christy Grahame, the foremost was he;
+  'Where have you been all day, father,
+    That no counsel you would take by me?'
+
+  11.
+  'Nay, I have been in Carlisle town,
+    Where Sir Robert Bewick there met me;
+  He said thou was bad, and call'd thee a lad,
+    And a baffled man by thou I be.
+
+  12.
+  'He said thou was bad, and call'd thee a lad,
+    And bully to his son cannot be;
+  For his son Bewick can both write and read,
+    And sure I am that cannot thee.
+
+  13.
+  'I put thee to school, but thou would not learn,
+    I bought thee books, but thou would not read;
+  But my blessing thou's never have
+    Till I see with Bewick thou can save thy head.'
+
+  14.
+  'Oh, pray forbear, my father dear;
+    That ever such a thing should be!
+  Shall I venture my body in field to fight
+    With a man that's faith and troth to me?'
+
+  15.
+  'What's that thou sayst, thou limmer loon?
+    Or how dare thou stand to speak to me?
+  If thou do not end this quarrel soon,
+    Here is my glove, thou shalt fight me.'
+
+  16.
+  Christy stoop'd low unto the ground,
+    Unto the ground, as you'll understand;
+  'O father, put on your glove again,
+    The wind hath blown it from your hand.'
+
+  17.
+  'What's that thou sayst, thou limmer loon?
+    Or how dare thou stand to speak to me?
+  If thou do not end this quarrel soon,
+    Here is my hand, thou shalt fight me.'
+
+  18.
+  Christy Grahame is to his chamber gone,
+    And for to study, as well might be,
+  Whether to fight with his father dear,
+    Or with his bully Bewick he.
+
+  19.
+  'If it be my fortune my bully to kill,
+    As you shall boldly understand,
+  In every town that I ride through,
+    They'll say, There rides a brotherless man!
+
+  20.
+  'Nay, for to kill my bully dear,
+    I think it will be a deadly sin;
+  And for to kill my father dear,
+    The blessing of heaven I ne'er shall win.
+
+  21.
+  'O give me your blessing, father,' he said,
+    'And pray well for me for to thrive;
+  If it be my fortune my bully to kill,
+    I swear I'll ne'er come home alive.'
+
+  22.
+  He put on his back a good plate-jack,
+    And on his head a cap of steel,
+  With sword and buckler by his side;
+    O gin he did not become them well!
+
+  23.
+  'O fare thee well, my father dear!
+    And fare thee well, thou Carlisle town!
+  If it be my fortune my bully to kill,
+    I swear I'll ne'er eat bread again.'
+
+  24.
+  Now we'll leave talking of Christy Grahame,
+    And talk of him again belive;
+  But we will talk of bonny Bewick,
+    Where he was teaching his scholars five.
+
+  25.
+  Now when he had learn'd them well to fence,
+    To handle their swords without any doubt,
+  He's taken his own sword under his arm,
+    And walk'd his father's close about.
+
+  26.
+  He look'd between him and the sun,
+    To see what farleys he could see;
+  There he spy'd a man with armour on,
+    As he came riding over the lee.
+
+  27.
+  'I wonder much what man yon be
+    That so boldly this way does come;
+  I think it is my nighest friend,
+    I think it is my bully Grahame.
+
+  28.
+  'O welcome, O welcome, bully Grahame!
+    O man, thou art my dear, welcome!
+  O man, thou art my dear, welcome!
+    For I love thee best in Christendom.'
+
+  29.
+  'Away, away, O bully Bewick,
+    And of thy bullyship let me be!
+  The day is come I never thought on;
+    Bully, I'm come here to fight with thee.'
+
+  30.
+  'O no! not so, O bully Grahame!
+    That e'er such a word should spoken be!
+  I was thy master, thou was my scholar;
+    So well as I have learned thee.'
+
+  31.
+  'My father he was in Carlisle town,
+    Where thy father Bewick there met he;
+  He said I was bad, and he call'd me a lad,
+    And a baffled man by thou I be.'
+
+  32.
+  'Away, away, O bully Grahame,
+    And of all that talk, man, let us be!
+  We'll take three men of either side
+    To see if we can our fathers agree.'
+
+  33.
+  'Away, away, O bully Bewick,
+    And of thy bullyship let me be!
+  But if thou be a man, as I trow thou art,
+    Come over this ditch and fight with me.'
+
+  34.
+  'O no, not so, my bully Grahame!
+    That e'er such a word should spoken be!
+  Shall I venture my body in field to fight
+    With a man that's faith and troth to me?'
+
+  35.
+  'Away, away, O bully Bewick,
+    And of all that care, man, let us be!
+  If thou be a man, as I trow thou art,
+    Come over this ditch and fight with me.'
+
+  36.
+  'Now, if it be my fortune thee, Grahame, to kill,
+    As God's will's, man, it all must be:
+  But if it be my fortune thee, Grahame, to kill,
+    'Tis home again I'll never gae.'
+
+  37.
+  'Thou art then of my mind, bully Bewick,
+    And sworn-brethren will we be;
+  If thou be a man, as I trow thou art,
+    Come over this ditch and fight with me.'
+
+  38.
+  He flang his cloak from off his shoulders,
+    His psalm-book out of his hand flung he,
+  He clap'd his hand upon the hedge,
+    And o'er lap he right wantonly.
+
+  39.
+  When Grahame did see his bully come,
+    The salt tear stood long in his eye;
+  'Now needs must I say that thou art a man,
+    That dare venture thy body to fight with me.
+
+  40.
+  'Now I have a harness on my back;
+    I know that thou hath none on thine;
+  But as little as thou hath on thy back,
+    Sure as little shall there be on mine.'
+
+  41.
+  He flang his jack from off his back,
+    His steel cap from his head flang he;
+  He's taken his sword into his hand,
+    He's tyed his horse unto a tree.
+
+  42.
+  Now they fell to it with two broad swords,
+    For two long hours fought Bewick and he;
+  Much sweat was to be seen on them both,
+    But never a drop of blood to see.
+
+  43.
+  Now Grahame gave Bewick an ackward stroke,
+    An ackward stroke surely struck he;
+  He struck him now under the left breast,
+    Then down to the ground as dead fell he.
+
+  44.
+  'Arise, arise, O bully Bewick,
+    Arise, and speak three words to me!
+  Whether this be thy deadly wound,
+    Or God and good surgeons will mend thee.'
+
+  45.
+  'O horse, O horse, O bully Grahame,
+    And pray do get thee far from me!
+  Thy sword is sharp, it hath wounded my heart,
+    And so no further can I gae.
+
+  46.
+  'O horse, O horse, O bully Grahame,
+    And get thee far from me with speed!
+  And get thee out of this country quite!
+    That none may know who's done the deed.'
+
+  47.
+  'O if this be true, my bully dear,
+    The words that thou dost tell to me,
+  The vow I made, and the vow I'll keep;
+    I swear I'll be the first to die.'
+
+  48.
+  Then he stuck his sword in a moudie-hill,
+    Where he lap thirty good foot and three;
+  First he bequeathed his soul to God,
+    And upon his own sword-point lap he.
+
+  49.
+  Now Grahame he was the first that died,
+    And then came Robin Bewick to see;
+  'Arise, arise, O son,' he said,
+    'For I see thou's won the victory.
+
+  50.
+  'Arise, arise, O son,' he said,
+    'For I see thou's won the victory;'
+  'Father, could ye not drunk your wine at home,
+    And letten me and my brother be?
+
+  51.
+  'Nay, dig a grave both low and wide,
+    And in it us two pray bury;
+  But bury my bully Grahame on the sun-side,
+    For I'm sure he's won the victory.'
+
+  52.
+  Now we'll leave talking of these two brethren,
+    In Carlisle town where they lie slain,
+  And talk of these two good old men,
+    Where they were making a pitiful moan.
+
+  53.
+  With that bespoke now Robin Bewick;
+    'O man, was I not much to blame?
+  I have lost one of the liveliest lads
+    That ever was bred unto my name.'
+
+  54.
+  With that bespoke my good lord Grahame;
+    'O man, I have lost the better block;
+  I have lost my comfort and my joy,
+    I have lost my key, I have lost my lock.
+
+  55.
+  'Had I gone through all Ladderdale,
+    And forty horse had set on me,
+  Had Christy Grahame been at my back,
+    So well as he would guarded me.'
+
+  56.
+  I have no more of my song to sing,
+    But two or three words to you I'll name;
+  But 'twill be talk'd in Carlisle town
+    That these two old men were all the blame.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  5.2: 'bully,' = billie, brother. See page 75.
+  24.2: 'belive,' soon.
+  26.2: 'farleys,' wonders, novelties.
+  48.1: 'moudie-hill,' mole-hill.]
+
+
+
+
+THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT
+
+
++The Text+ is from Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_. He received the ballad
+from Charles Kirkpatrick Sharp. In Maidment's _North Countrie Garland_
+there is a similar version with a number of small verbal differences.
+
+
++The Story.+--Frendraught in Aberdeenshire, and Rothiemay in Banffshire,
+lie on opposite sides of the Deveron, which separates the counties.
+A feud began (as the result of a dispute over fishing rights) between
+Crichton of Frendraught and Gordon of Rothiemay, and in a fight on the
+first day of the year 1630, Rothiemay and others were killed. Kinsmen of
+both parties were involved; and though the broil was temporarily
+settled, another soon sprang up. The Lord John of the ballad was
+Viscount Melgum, the second son of the Marquis of Huntly, who was
+appealed to as a peacemaker between the factions of Leslie and Crichton.
+Lord John and Rothiemay were sent by the Marquis to escort Frendraught
+to his home, a precaution rendered necessary by the knowledge that the
+Leslies were in ambuscade. Arrived at Frendraught, the laird and lady
+entreated the two young men to remain the night, and eventually
+prevailed on them to do so.
+
+However (though it was long disputed whether the fire was an accident or
+not), it seems that the ancient grudge against Rothiemay moved
+Frendraught to sacrifice 'a great quantity of silver, both coined and
+uncoined,' in the firing of his house for the sake of burning Rothiemay.
+
+Sophia Hay (25.1) was the daughter of the Earl of Erroll, and Viscount
+Melgum's wife. The last two lines of the ballad are not easily
+explained, as the lady is recorded to have been deeply attached to her
+husband; but it is possible that they have been inserted from a similar
+stanza in some other ballad.
+
+
+THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT
+
+  1.
+  The eighteenth of October,
+    A dismal tale to hear
+  How good Lord John and Rothiemay
+    Was both burnt in the fire.
+
+  2.
+  When steeds was saddled and well bridled,
+    And ready for to ride,
+  Then out it came her false Frendraught,
+    Inviting them to bide.
+
+  3.
+  Said, 'Stay this night untill we sup,
+    The morn untill we dine;
+  'Twill be a token of good 'greement
+    'Twixt your good Lord and mine.'
+
+  4.
+  'We'll turn again,' said good Lord John;
+    'But no,' said Rothiemay,
+  'My steed's trapan'd, my bridle's broken,
+    I fear the day I'm fey.'
+
+  5.
+  When mass was sung, and bells was rung,
+    And all men bound for bed,
+  Then good Lord John and Rothiemay
+    In one chamber was laid.
+
+  6.
+  They had not long cast off their cloaths,
+    And were but now asleep,
+  When the weary smoke began to rise,
+    Likewise the scorching heat.
+
+  7.
+  'O waken, waken, Rothiemay!
+    O waken, brother dear!
+  And turn you to our Saviour;
+    There is strong treason here.'
+
+  8.
+  When they were dressed in their cloaths,
+    And ready for to boun,
+  The doors and windows was all secured,
+    The roof-tree burning down.
+
+  9.
+  He did him to the wire-window
+    As fast as he could gang;
+  Says 'Wae to the hands put in the stancheons!
+    For out we'll never win.'
+
+  10.
+  When he stood at the wire-window,
+    Most doleful to be seen,
+  He did espy her Lady Frendraught,
+    Who stood upon the green.
+
+  11.
+  Cried 'Mercy, mercy, Lady Frendraught,
+    Will ye not sink with sin?
+  For first your husband killed my father,
+    And now you burn his son.'
+
+  12.
+  O then out spoke her Lady Frendraught,
+    And loudly did she cry;
+  'It were great pity for good Lord John,
+    But none for Rothiemay;
+  But the keys are casten in the deep draw well,
+    Ye cannot get away.'
+
+  13.
+  While he stood in this dreadful plight,
+    Most piteous to be seen,
+  There called out his servant Gordon,
+    As he had frantic been.
+
+  14.
+  'O loup, O loup, my dear master!
+    O loup and come to me!
+  I'll catch you in my arms two,
+    One foot I will not flee.
+
+  15.
+  'O loup, O loup, my dear master!
+    O loup and come away!
+  I'll catch you in my arms two,
+    But Rothiemay may lie.'
+
+  16.
+  'The fish shall never swim in the flood,
+    Nor corn grow through the clay,
+  Nor the fiercest fire that was ever kindled
+    Twin me and Rothiemay.
+
+  17.
+  'But I cannot loup, I cannot come,
+    I cannot win to thee;
+  My head's fast in the wire-window,
+    My feet burning from me.
+
+  18.
+  'My eyes are seething in my head,
+    My flesh roasting also,
+  My bowels are boiling with my blood;
+    Is not that a woeful woe?
+
+  19.
+  'Take here the rings from my white fingers,
+    That are so long and small,
+  And give them to my lady fair,
+    Where she sits in her hall.
+
+  20.
+  'So I cannot loup, I cannot come,
+    I cannot loup to thee;
+  My earthly part is all consumed,
+    My spirit but speaks to thee.'
+
+  21.
+  Wringing her hands, tearing her hair,
+    His lady she was seen,
+  And thus addressed his servant Gordon,
+    Where he stood on the green.
+
+  22.
+  'O wae be to you, George Gordon!
+    An ill death may you die!
+  So safe and sound as you stand there
+    And my lord bereaved from me.'
+
+  23.
+  'I bad him loup, I bad him come,
+    I bad him loup to me;
+  I'd catch him in my arms two,
+    A foot I should not flee.
+
+  24.
+  'He threw me the rings from his white fingers,
+    Which were so long and small,
+  To give to you, his lady fair,
+    Where you sat in your hall.'
+
+  25.
+  Sophia Hay, Sophia Hay,
+    O bonny Sophia was her name,
+  Her waiting-maid put on her cloaths,
+    But I wot she tore them off again.
+
+  26.
+  And aft she cried, 'Ohon! alas! alas!
+    A sair heart's ill to win;
+  I wan a sair heart when I married him,
+    And the day it's well return'd again.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  16.4: 'twin,' part.]
+
+
+
+
+GEORDIE
+
+
++The Text+ is from Johnson's _Museum_, communicated by Robert Burns.
+
+
++The Story.+--Some editors have identified the hero of the ballad with
+George Gordon, fourth earl of Huntly, but upon what grounds it is
+difficult to see.
+
+There are two English broadside ballads, of the first and second halves
+respectively of the seventeenth century, which are either the originals
+of, or copies from, the Scottish ballad, which exists in many variants.
+The earlier is concerned with 'the death of a worthy gentleman named
+George Stoole,' 'to a delicate Scottish tune,' and the second is called
+'The Life and Death of George of Oxford. To a pleasant tune, called Poor
+Georgy.' One of the Scottish versions has a burden resembling that of
+'George Stoole.'
+
+The 'battle in the north' and Sir Charles Hay are not identified.
+
+
+GEORDIE
+
+  1.
+  There was a battle in the north,
+    And nobles there was many,
+  And they hae killed Sir Charlie Hay,
+    And they laid the wyte on Geordie.
+
+  2.
+  O he has written a lang letter,
+    He sent it to his lady:
+  'Ye maun cum up to Enbrugh town,
+    To see what word's o' Geordie.'
+
+  3.
+  When first she look'd the letter on,
+    She was both red and rosy;
+  But she had na read a word but twa
+    Till she wallowt like a lily.
+
+  4.
+  'Gar get to me ray gude grey steed;
+    My menyie a' gae wi' me;
+  For I shall neither eat nor drink
+    Till Enbrugh town shall see me.'
+
+  5.
+  And she has mountit her gude grey steed,
+    Her menyie a' gaed wi' her,
+  And she did neither eat nor drink
+    Till Enbrugh town did see her,
+
+  6.
+  And first appear'd the fatal block,
+    And syne the aix to head him,
+  And Geordie cumin' down the stair,
+    And bands o' airn upon him.
+
+  7.
+  But tho' he was chain'd in fetters strang,
+    O' airn and steel sae heavy,
+  There was na ane in a' the court
+    Sae bra' a man as Geordie.
+
+  8.
+  O she's down on her bended knee;
+    I wat she's pale and weary:
+  'O pardon, pardon, noble king,
+    And gie me back my dearie!
+
+  9.
+  'I hae born seven sons to my Geordie dear,
+    The seventh ne'er saw his daddie,
+  O pardon, pardon, noble king,
+    Pity a waefu' lady!'
+
+  10.
+  'Gar bid the headin'-man mak haste,'
+    Our king reply'd fu' lordly:
+  'O noble king, tak a' that's mine,
+    But gie me back my Geordie!'
+
+  11.
+  The Gordons cam, the Gordons ran,
+    And they were stark and steady,
+  And ay the word amang them a'
+    Was 'Gordons, keep you ready!'
+
+  12.
+  An aged lord at the king's right hand
+    Says 'Noble king, but hear me;
+  Gar her tell down five thousand pound,
+    And gie her back her dearie.'
+
+  13.
+  Some gae her marks, some gae her crowns,
+    Some gae her dollars many,
+  And she's tell'd down five thousand pound,
+    And she's gotten again her dearie.
+
+  14.
+  She blinkit blythe in her Geordie's face,
+    Says 'Dear I've bought thee, Geordie;
+  But there sud been bluidy bouks on the green
+    Or I had tint my laddie.'
+
+  15.
+  He claspit her by the middle sma',
+    And he kist her lips sae rosy:
+  'The fairest flower o' woman-kind
+    Is my sweet bonnie lady!'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.4: 'wyte,' blame.
+  3.4: 'wallowt,' drooped.
+  4.2: 'menyie,' attendants.
+  14.3: 'bouk,' body.
+  14.4: 'Or,' ere; 'tint,' lost.]
+
+
+
+
+THE BARON OF BRACKLEY
+
+
++The Text+ is from Alexander Laing's _Scarce Ancient Ballads_ (1822).
+A similar version occurs in Buchan's _Gleanings_ (1825). Professor
+Gummere, in printing the first text, omits six stanzas, on the
+assumption that they represent part of a second ballad imperfectly
+incorporated. But I think the ballad can be read as it stands below,
+though doubtless 'his ladie's' remark, st. 11, is out of place.
+
+
++The Story+ seems to be a combination of at least two. An old Baron of
+Brackley, 'an honest aged man,' was slain in 1592 by 'caterans' or
+freebooters who had been entertained hospitably by him. In 1666 John
+Gordon of Brackley began a feud with John Farquharson of Inverey by
+seizing some cattle or horses--accounts differ--by way of fines due for
+taking fish out of season. This eventually led to the slaying of
+Brackley and certain of his adherents.
+
+Professor Child suspects a commixture of the two episodes in the one
+ballad, or more probably, a grafting of a later ballad on to an earlier
+one. The character of the Baron as revealed in the ballad more closely
+resembles that of the 1592 episode, while the details of the fray are in
+keeping with the later story.
+
+'Peggy,' the Baron's wife, was Margaret Burnet, cousin to Gilbert,
+Bishop of Salisbury. After Brackley's death she married again, but not
+her husband's murderer, as the end of our ballad scandalously suggests.
+
+Brackley is near Ballater, about forty miles west of Aberdeen.
+
+
+THE BARON OF BRACKLEY
+
+  1.
+  Inverey cam doun Deeside, whistlin' and playin',
+  He was at brave Braikley's yett ere it was dawin'.
+
+  2.
+  He rappit fu' loudly an' wi' a great roar,
+  Cried, 'Cum doun, cum doun, Braikley, and open the door.
+
+  3.
+  'Are ye sleepin', Baronne, or are ye wakin'?
+  Ther's sharpe swords at your yett, will gar your blood spin.
+
+  4.
+  'Open the yett, Braikley, and lat us within,
+  Till we on the green turf gar your bluid rin.'
+
+  5.
+  Out spak the brave baronne, owre the castell-wa';
+  'Are ye cum to spulyie and plunder mi ha'?
+
+  6.
+  'But gin ye be gentlemen, licht and cum in:
+  Gin ye drink o' my wine, ye'll nae gar my bluid spin.
+
+  7.
+  'Gin ye be hir'd widifu's, ye may gang by,
+  Ye may gang to the lowlands and steal their fat ky.
+
+  8.
+  'Ther spulyie like rievers o' wyld ketterin clan,
+  Who plunder unsparing baith houses and lan'.
+
+  9.
+  'Gin ye be gentlemen, licht and cum [in],
+  Ther's meat and drink i' my ha' for every man.
+
+  10.
+  'Gin ye be hired widifu's, ye may gang by,
+  Gang doun to the lowlands, and steal horse and ky.'
+
+  11.
+  Up spak his ladie, at his bak where she lay,
+  'Get up, get up, Braikley, an be not afraid;
+  The'r but young hir'd widifu's wi' belted plaids.'
+
+  12.
+  'Cum kiss me, mi Peggy, I'le nae langer stay,
+  For I will go out and meet Inverey.
+
+  13.
+  'But haud your tongue, Peggy, and mak nae sic din,
+  For yon same hir'd widifu's will prove themselves men.'
+
+  14.
+  She called on her marys, they cam to her hand;
+  Cries, 'Bring me your rocks, lassies, we will them command.
+
+  15.
+  'Get up, get up, Braikley, and turn bak your ky,
+  Or me and mi women will them defy.
+
+  16.
+  'Cum forth then, mi maidens, and show them some play;
+  We'll ficht them, and shortly the cowards will fly.
+
+  17.
+  'Gin I had a husband, whereas I hae nane,
+  He woud nae ly i' his bed and see his ky taen.
+
+  18.
+  'Ther's four-and-twenty milk-whit calves, twal o' them ky,
+  In the woods o' Glentanner, it's ther thei a' ly.
+
+  19.
+  'Ther's goat i' the Etnach, and sheep o' the brae,
+  An a' will be plunder'd by young Inverey.'
+
+  20.
+  'Now haud your tongue, Peggy, and gie me a gun,
+  Ye'll see me gae furth, but I'll never cum in.
+
+  21.
+  'Call mi brother William, mi unkl also,
+  Mi cousin James Gordon; we'll mount and we'll go.'
+
+  22.
+  When Braikley was ready and stood i' the closs,
+  He was the bravest baronne that e'er mounted horse.
+
+  23.
+  Whan all wer assembled o' the castell green,
+  No man like brave Braikley was ther to be seen.
+
+  24.
+    ...   ...   ...
+  'Turn bak, brother William, ye are a bridegroom;
+
+  25.
+  'Wi' bonnie Jean Gordon, the maid o' the mill;
+  O' sichin' and sobbin' she'll soon get her fill.'
+
+  26.
+  'I'm no coward, brother, 'tis ken'd I'm a man;
+  I'll ficht i' your quarral as lang's I can stand.
+
+  27.
+  'I'll ficht, my dear brother, wi' heart and gudewill,
+  And so will young Harry that lives at the mill.
+
+  28.
+  'But turn, mi dear brother, and nae langer stay:
+  What'll cum o' your ladie, gin Braikley thei slay?
+
+  29.
+  'What'll cum o' your ladie and bonnie young son?
+  O what'll cum o' them when Braikley is gone?'
+
+  30.
+  'I never will turn: do you think I will fly?
+  But here I will ficht, and here I will die.'
+
+  31.
+  'Strik, dogs,' crys Inverey, 'and ficht till ye're slayn,
+  For we are four hundred, ye are but four men.
+
+  32.
+  'Strik, strik, ye proud boaster, your honour is gone,
+  Your lands we will plunder, your castell we'll burn.'
+
+  33.
+  At the head o' the Etnach the battel began,
+  At Little Auchoilzie thei kill'd the first man.
+
+  34.
+  First thei kill'd ane, and soon they kill'd twa,
+  Thei kill'd gallant Braikley, the flour o' them a'.
+
+  35.
+  Thei kill'd William Gordon, and James o' the Knox,
+  And brave Alexander, the flour o' Glenmuick.
+
+  36.
+  What sichin' and moaning was heard i' the glen,
+  For the Baronne o' Braikley, who basely was slayn!
+
+  37.
+  'Cam ye bi the castell, and was ye in there?
+  Saw ye pretty Peggy tearing her hair?'
+
+  38.
+  'Yes, I cam by Braikley, and I gaed in there,
+  And there saw his ladie braiding her hair.
+
+  39.
+  'She was rantin', and dancin', and singin' for joy,
+  And vowin' that nicht she woud feest Inverey.
+
+  40.
+  'She eat wi' him, drank wi' him, welcom'd him in,
+  Was kind to the man that had slain her baronne.'
+
+  41.
+  Up spake the son on the nourice's knee,
+  'Gin I live to be a man, revenged I'll be.'
+
+  42.
+  Ther's dool i' the kitchin, and mirth i' the ha',
+  The Baronne o' Braikley is dead and awa'.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.2: 'yett,' gate.
+  5.2: 'spulyie,' spoil.
+  7.1: 'widifu's,' gallows-birds (lit. 'halter-fulls').
+  8.1: 'rievers,' robbers; 'ketterin' = cateran, marauder freebooter.
+  14.2: 'rocks,' distaffs.]
+
+
+
+
+THE GIPSY LADDIE
+
+
++The Text+ is from Motherwell's MS., a copy from tradition in
+Renfrewshire in 1825. The ballad exists both in English and Scottish,
+and though the English ballad is probably derived from the Scottish, it
+was the first in print. It is also called _Johnnie Faa_. Motherwell, in
+printing an elaborated version of the following text (_Minstrelsy_,
+1827, p. 360), called it _Gypsie Davy_.
+
+
++The Story.+--Singers--presumably gipsies--entice Lady Cassillis down to
+hear them, and cast glamour on her. She follows their chief, Gipsy Davy,
+but finds (stt. 5 and 6) that the conditions are changed. Her lord
+misses her, seeks her 'thro' nations many,' and finds her drinking with
+the gipsy chief. He asks her to return home with him. At this point the
+present version becomes difficult, and the bearing of st. 12 is not
+apparent. We may gather that the lady returned home with her husband,
+as he proceeded to hang sixteen of the gipsies.
+
+This version calls the lady 'Jeanie Faw,' but the majority call the
+gipsy chief Johnnie Faa, which is a well-known name amongst gipsies, and
+occurs as early as 1540 as the name of the 'lord and earl of Little
+Egypt.' Gipsies being expelled from Scotland by Act of Parliament in
+1609, a Captain Johnnė Faa and seven others were hanged in 1624 for
+disobeying the ordinance, and this execution is sufficient to account
+for the introduction of the name into a ballad of this kind.
+
+The ballad has no certain connection with the Cassillis family, and it
+has been suggested that the word is simply a corruption of 'castle,' the
+original beginning of the ballad being
+
+  'The gipsies came to the castle-gate.'
+
+If this be so, the present form of the ballad illustrates admirably two
+methods of corruption by tradition.
+
+
+THE GIPSY LADDIE
+
+  1.
+  There cam singers to Earl Cassillis' gates,
+    And oh, but they sang bonnie!
+  They sang sae sweet and sae complete,
+    Till down cam the earl's lady.
+
+  2.
+  She cam tripping down the stair,
+    And all her maids before her;
+  As soon as they saw her weel-faur'd face
+    They coost their glamourye owre her.
+
+  3.
+  They gave her o' the gude sweet-meats,
+    The nutmeg and the ginger,
+  And she gied them a far better thing,
+    Ten gold rings aff her finger.
+
+  4.
+  'Tak from me my silken cloak,
+    And bring me down my plaidie;
+  For it is good eneuch,' she said,
+    'To follow a Gipsy Davy.
+
+  5.
+  'Yestreen I rode this water deep,
+    And my gude lord beside me;
+  But this nicht I maun set in my pretty fit and wade,
+    A wheen blackguards wading wi' me,
+
+  6.
+  'Yestreen I lay in a fine feather-bed,
+    And my gude lord beyond me;
+  But this nicht I maun lie in some cauld tenant's-barn,
+    A wheen blackguards waiting on me.'
+
+  7.
+  'Come to thy bed, my bonny Jeanie Faw,
+    Come to thy bed, my dearie,
+  For I do swear by the top o' my spear,
+    Thy gude lord'll nae mair come near thee.'
+
+  8.
+  When her gude lord cam hame at nicht,
+    It was asking for his fair ladye;
+  One spak slow, and another whisper'd out,
+    'She's awa' wi' Gipsey Davy!'
+
+  9.
+  'Come saddle to me my horse,' he said;
+    'Come saddle and mak him readie!
+  For I'll neither sleep, eat, nor drink,
+    Till I find out my lady.'
+
+  10.
+  They socht her up, they socht her doun,
+    They socht her thro' nations many,
+  Till at length they found her out in Abbey dale,
+    Drinking wi' Gipsey Davy.
+
+  11.
+  'Rise, oh, rise! my bonny Jeanie Faw;
+    Oh, rise, and do not tarry!
+  Is this the thing ye promised to me
+    When at first I did thee marry?'
+
+  12.
+  They drank her cloak, so did they her goun,
+    They drank her stockings and her shoon,
+  And they drank the coat that was nigh to her smock,
+    And they pawned her pearled apron.
+
+  13.
+  They were sixteen clever men,
+    Suppose they were na bonnie;
+  They are a' to be hang'd on ae tree,
+    For the stealing o' Earl Cassilis' lady.
+
+  14.
+  'We are sixteen clever men,
+    One woman was a' our mother;
+  We are a' to be hanged on ae day,
+    For the stealing of a wanton lady.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  2.3: 'weel-faur'd,' well-favoured.
+  5.4:'a wheen,' a pack [of].]
+
+
+
+
+BESSY BELL AND MARY GRAY
+
+
++The Text+ is from Sharpe's _Ballad Book_. A parody of this ballad,
+concerning an episode of the end of the seventeenth century, shows it to
+have been popular not long after its making. In England it has become a
+nursery rhyme (see Halliwell's _Nursery Rhymes_, p. 246).
+
+
++The Story.+--In 1781 a Major Barry, then owner of Lednock, recorded the
+following tradition. Mary Gray was the daughter of the Laird of Lednock,
+near Perth, and Bessy Bell was the daughter of the Laird of Kinvaid,
+a neighbouring place. Both were handsome, and the two were intimate
+friends. Bessy Bell being come on a visit to Mary Gray, they retired, in
+order to avoid an outbreak of the plague, to a bower built by themselves
+in a romantic spot called Burnbraes, on the side of Branchie-burn,
+three-quarters of a mile from Lednock House. The ballad does not say
+_how_ the 'pest cam,' but tradition finds a cause for their deaths by
+inventing a young man, in love with both, who visited them and brought
+the infection. They died in the bower, and were buried in the
+Dranoch-haugh ('Stronach haugh,' 3.3), near the bank of the river
+Almond. The grave is still visited by pious pilgrims.
+
+Major Barry mentions 1666 as the year, but the plague did not reach
+Scotland in that year. Probably the year in question was 1645, when the
+district was ravaged with the pestilence.
+
+
+BESSY BELL AND MARY GRAY
+
+  1.
+  O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray,
+    They war twa bonnie lasses;
+  They bigget a bower on yon burn-brae,
+    And theekit it o'er wi' rashes.
+
+  2.
+  They theekit it o'er wi' rashes green,
+    They theekit it o'er wi' heather;
+  But the pest cam frae the burrows-town,
+    And slew them baith thegither.
+
+  3.
+  They thought to lie in Methven kirk-yard,
+    Amang their noble kin;
+  But they maun lye in Stronach haugh,
+    To biek forenent the sin.
+
+  4.
+  And Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
+    They war twa bonnie lasses;
+  They bigget a bower on yon burn-brae,
+    And theekit it o'er wi' rashes.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.3: 'bigget,' built.
+  1.4: 'theekit,' thatched.
+  3.4: _i.e._ to bask beneath the sun.]
+
+
+
+
+SIR JAMES THE ROSE
+
+
++The Text+ is from Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_ (1827). It is based on a
+stall-copy, presumably similar to one preserved by Sir Walter Scott at
+Abbotsford, combined with a version from recitation, which Child none
+the less calls 'well remembered from print.'
+
+
++The Story+ has no historical foundation, as far as can be discovered;
+and for once we have a traditional tale inculcating a moral, though we
+do not understand why the 'nourice' betrays Sir James to his enemies.
+
+Michael Bruce wrote a version of the story of this ballad, which seems
+to have become more popular than the ballad itself. It may be seen in
+A. B. Grosart's edition of his works (1865), p. 197.
+
+
+SIR JAMES THE ROSE
+
+  1.
+  O heard ye of Sir James the Rose,
+    The young heir of Buleighan?
+  For he has killed a gallant squire,
+    And his friends are out to take him.
+
+  2.
+  Now he's gone to the house of Marr,
+    Where the Nourice was his leman;
+  To seek his dear he did repair,
+    Thinking she would befriend him.
+
+  3.
+  'Where are you going, Sir James?' she says,
+    'Or where now are you riding?'
+  'Oh, I am bound to a foreign land,
+    For now I'm under hiding.
+
+  4.
+  'Where shall I go? where shall I run?
+    Where shall I go to hide me?
+  For I have killed a gallant squire,
+    And they're seeking to slay me.'
+
+  5.
+  'O go ye down to yon ale-house,
+    And I'll there pay your lawin';
+  And if I be a maiden true,
+    I'll meet you in the dawin'.'
+
+  6.
+  'I'll no go down to yon ale-house,
+    For you to pay my lawin';
+  There's forty shillings for one supper,
+    I'll stay in't till the dawin'.'
+
+  7.
+  He's turned him richt and round about,
+    And rowed him in his brechan;
+  And he has gone to take his sleep,
+    In the lowlands of Buleighan.
+
+  8.
+  He had not weel gone out o' sicht,
+    Nor was he past Millstrethen,
+  Till four-and-twenty belted knights,
+    Came riding owre the Lethan.
+
+  9.
+  'O have ye seen Sir James the Rose,
+    The young heir of Buleighan?
+  For he has killed a gallant squire,
+    And we're sent out to take him.'
+
+  10.
+  'O I have seen Sir James,' she says,
+    'For he passed here on Monday;
+  If the steed be swift that he rides on,
+    He's past the gates o' London.'
+
+  11.
+  As they rode on man after man,
+    Then she cried out behind them,
+  'If you do seek Sir James the Rose,
+    I'll tell you where you'll find him.'
+
+  12.
+  'Seek ye the bank abune the mill,
+    In the lowlands of Buleighan;
+  And there you'll find Sir James the Rose,
+    Lying sleeping in his brechan.
+
+  13.
+  'You must not wake him out of sleep,
+    Nor yet must you affright him,
+  Till you drive a dart quite through his heart,
+    And through his body pierce him.'
+
+  14.
+  They sought the bank abune the mill,
+    In the lowlands of Buleighan,
+  And there they found Sir James the Rose,
+    Lying sleeping in his brechan.
+
+  15.
+  Up then spake Sir John the Graeme
+    Who had the charge a-keeping,
+  'It shall ne'er be said, dear gentlemen,
+    We killed a man when a-sleeping.
+
+  16.
+  They seized his broad sword and his targe,
+    And closely him surrounded;
+  And when he waked out of his sleep,
+    His senses were confounded.
+
+  17.
+  'O pardon, pardon, gentlemen,
+    Have mercy now upon me.'
+  'Such as you gave, such you shall have,
+    And so we fall upon thee.'
+
+  18.
+  'Donald, my man, wait me upon,
+    And I'll gie you my brechan;
+  And if you stay here till I die,
+    You'll get my trews of tartan.
+
+  19.
+  'There is fifty pounds in my pocket,
+    Besides my trews and brechan,
+  Ye'll get my watch and diamond ring,
+    And take me to Loch-Largan.'
+
+  20.
+  Now they've ta'en out his bleeding heart,
+    And stuck it on a spear,
+  Then took it to the House of Marr,
+    And gave it to his dear.
+
+  21.
+  But when she saw his bleeding heart,
+    She was like one distracted,
+  She wrung her hands and tore her hair,
+    Crying, 'Oh! what have I acted.
+
+  22.
+  'It's for your sake, Sir James the Rose,
+    That my poor heart's a-breaking;
+  Cursed be the day I did thee betray,
+    Thou brave knight o' Buleighan.'
+
+  23.
+  Then up she rose, and forth she goes,
+    And in that fatal hour
+  She bodily was borne away,
+    And never was seen more.
+
+  24.
+  But where she went was never kent;
+    And so, to end the matter,
+  A traitor's end you may depend
+    Can never be no better.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  7.2: 'brechan,' plaid.]
+
+
+
+
+CLYDE'S WATER
+
+
++The Text+ is from the Skene MS., but I have omitted the three final
+lines, which do not make a complete stanza, and, when compared with
+Scott's 'Old Lady's' version, are obviously corrupt. The last verse
+should signify that the mothers of Willie and Meggie went up and down
+the bank saying, 'Clyde's water has done us wrong!'
+
+The ballad is better known as _Willie and May Margaret_.
+
+
++The Story.+--Willie refuses his mother's request to stay at home, as he
+wishes to visit his true-love. The mother puts her malison, or curse,
+upon him, but he rides off. Clyde is roaring, but Willie says, 'Drown me
+as I come back, but spare me as I go,' which is Martial's
+
+  'Parcite dum propero, mergite cum redeo,'
+
+and occurs in other English broadsides. Meggie will not admit Willie,
+and he rides away. Meggie awakes, and learns that she has dismissed her
+true-love in her sleep. Our ballad is deficient here, but it is obvious
+from st. 19 that both lovers are drowned. We must understand, therefore,
+that Meggie follows Willie across Clyde. A variant of the ballad
+explains that she found him 'in the deepest pot' in all Clyde's water,
+and drowned herself.
+
+Child notes that there is a very popular Italian ballad of much the same
+story, except that the mother's curse is on the girl and not the man.
+
+There is a curious change in the style of spelling from stanza 15 to the
+end.
+
+
+CLYDE'S WATER
+
+  1.
+  'Ye gie corn unto my horse,
+    An' meat unto my man,
+  For I will gae to my true-love's gates
+    This night, gin that I can.'
+
+  2.
+  'O stay at hame this ae night, Willie,
+    This ae bare night wi' me;
+  The best bed in a' my house
+    Sall be well made to thee.'
+
+  3.
+  'I carena for your beds, mither,
+    I carena ae pin,
+  For I'll gae to my love's gates
+    This night, gin I can win.'
+
+  4.
+  'O stay, my son Willie, this night,
+    This ae night wi' me;
+  The best hen in a' my roost
+    Sall be well made ready for thee.'
+
+  5.
+  'I carena for your hens, mither,
+    I carena ae pin;
+  I sall gae to my love's gates
+    This night, gin I can win.'
+
+  6.
+  'Gin ye winna stay, my son Willie,
+    This ae bare night wi' me,
+  Gin Clyde's water be deep and fu' o' flood,
+    My malisen drown ye!'
+
+  7.
+  He rode up yon high hill,
+    An' down yon dowie glen;
+  The roaring o' Clyde's water
+    Wad hae fleyt ten thousand men.
+
+  8.
+  'O spare me, Clyde's water,
+    O spare me as I gae!
+  Mak me your wrack as I come back,
+    But spare me as I gae!'
+
+  9.
+  He rade in, and farther in,
+    Till he came to the chin;
+  And he rade in, and farther in,
+    Till he came to dry lan'.
+
+  10.
+  And whan he came to his love's gates,
+    He tirled at the pin.
+  'Open your gates, Meggie,
+    Open your gates to me,
+  For my beets are fu' o' Clyde's water,
+    And the rain rains oure my chin.'
+
+  11.
+  'I hae nae lovers therout,' she says,
+    'I hae nae love within;
+  My true-love is in my arms twa,
+    An' nane will I lat in.'
+
+  12.
+  'Open your gates, Meggie, this ae night,
+    Open your gates to me;
+  For Clyde's water is fu' o' flood,
+    An' my mither's malison'll drown me.'
+
+  13.
+  'Ane o' my chamers is fu' o' corn,' she says,
+    'An' ane is fu' o' hay;
+  Anither is fu' o' gentlemen,
+    An' they winna move till day.'
+
+  14.
+  Out waked her May Meggie,
+    Out o' her drousy dream:
+  'I dreamed a dream sin the yestreen,
+    (God read a' dreams to guid!)
+  That my true-love Willie
+    Was standing at my bed-feet.'
+
+  15.
+  'Now lay ye still, my ae dochter,
+    An' keep my back fra the call',
+  For it's na the space of hafe an hour
+    Sen he gad fra yer hall'.'
+
+  16.
+  'An' hey, Willie, an' hoa, Willie,
+    Winne ye turn agen?'
+  But ay the louder that she crayed
+    He rod agenst the wind.
+
+  17.
+  He rod up yon high hill,
+    An' doun yon douey den;
+  The roring that was in Clide's water
+    Wad ha' flayed ten thousand men.
+
+  18.
+  He road in, an' farder in,
+    Till he came to the chine;
+  An' he road in, an' farder in,
+    Bat never mare was seen.
+
+    ...   ...   ...
+
+  19.
+  Ther was na mare seen of that guid lord
+    Bat his hat frae his head;
+  There was na mare seen of that lady
+    Bat her comb an' her sneed.
+
+    ...   ...   ...
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  6.4: 'malisen,' curse.
+  7.4: 'fleyt,' frightened.
+  14.4: 'read,' interpret.
+  14.6: 'standing,' _staring_ in manuscript.
+  19.4: 'sneed,' snood, fillet.]
+
+
+
+
+KATHARINE JAFFRAY
+
+
++The Text+ is from Herd's MSS., two copies showing a difference of one
+word and a few spellings. Stt. 3 and 5 are interchanged for the sake of
+the sense.
+
+Many copies of this ballad exist (Child prints a dozen), but this one is
+both the shortest and simplest.
+
+
++The Story.+--In _The Cruel Brother_ (First Series, p. 76) it was shown
+that a lover must 'speak to the brother' of his lady. Here the lesson,
+it seems, is that he must 'tell the lass herself' before her
+wedding-day. Katharine, however, not only proves her faith to her first
+lover (her 'grass-green' dress, 10.2, shows an ill-omened marriage), but
+prefers the Scot to the Southron. This lesson the ballad drives home in
+the last two verses.
+
+Presumably Scott founded _Young Lochinvar_ on the story of this ballad,
+as in six versions the Scots laird bears that name.
+
+
+KATHARINE JAFFRAY
+
+  1.
+  There liv'd a lass in yonder dale,
+    And doun in yonder glen, O,
+  And Kath'rine Jaffray was her name,
+    Well known by many men, O.
+
+  2.
+  Out came the Laird of Lauderdale,
+    Out frae the South Countrie,
+  All for to court this pretty maid,
+    Her bridegroom for to be.
+
+  3.
+  He has teld her father and mither baith,
+    And a' the rest o' her kin,
+  And has teld the lass hersell,
+    And her consent has win.
+
+  4.
+  Then came the Laird of Lochinton,
+    Out frae the English border,
+  All for to court this pretty maid,
+    Well mounted in good order.
+
+  5.
+  He's teld her father and mither baith,
+    As I hear sindry say,
+  But he has nae teld the lass hersell,
+    Till on her wedding day.
+
+  6.
+  When day was set, and friends were met,
+    And married to be,
+  Lord Lauderdale came to the place,
+    The bridal for to see.
+
+  7.
+  'O are you come for sport, young man?
+    Or are you come for play?
+  Or are you come for a sight o' our bride,
+    Just on her wedding day?'
+
+  8.
+  'I'm nouther come for sport,' he says,
+    'Nor am I come for play;
+  But if I had one sight o' your bride,
+    I'll mount and ride away.'
+
+  9.
+  There was a glass of the red wine
+    Fill'd up them atween,
+  And ay she drank to Lauderdale,
+    Wha her true-love had been.
+
+  10.
+  Then he took her by the milk-white hand,
+    And by the grass-green sleeve,
+  And he mounted her high behind him there,
+    At the bridegroom he askt nae leive.
+
+  11.
+  Then the blude run down by Cowden Banks,
+    And down by Cowden Braes,
+  And ay she gard the trumpet sound,
+    'O this is foul, foul play!'
+
+  12.
+  Now a' ye that in England are,
+    Or are in England born,
+  Come nere to Scotland to court a lass,
+    Or else ye'l get the scorn.
+
+  13.
+  They haik ye up and settle ye by,
+    Till on your wedding day,
+  And gie ye frogs instead o' fish,
+    And play ye foul, foul play.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  13.1: 'haik ye up,' kidnap (_Jamieson_), but ? delude, or keep in
+    suspense.]
+
+
+
+
+LIZIE LINDSAY
+
+
++The Text+ is from Kinloch's MSS. He obtained it from Mearnsshire, and
+remarks that according to the tradition of that district the heroine was
+said to have been a daughter of Lindsay of Edzell, though he had
+searched in vain for genealogical confirmation of the tradition.
+
+
++The Story.+--'Ballads of this description,' says Professor Child, 'are
+peculiarly liable to interpolation and debasement.' In this version the
+most offending stanza is the tenth; and the extra two lines in stt. 22
+and 24 also appear to be unnecessary. The anapaestic metre of this
+version should be noted.
+
+The ballad was and is a great favourite with singers, and the tune may
+be found in several of the collections of Scottish songs.
+
+
+LIZIE LINDSAY
+
+  1.
+  It's of a young lord o' the Hielands,
+    A bonnie braw castle had he,
+  And he says to his lady mither,
+    'My boon ye will grant to me:
+  Sall I gae to Edinbruch city,
+    And fesh hame a lady wi' me?'
+
+  2.
+  'Ye may gae to Edinbruch city,
+    And fesh hame a lady wi' thee,
+  But see that ye bring her but flatt'rie,
+    And court her in grit povertie.'
+
+  3.
+  'My coat, mither, sall be o' the plaiden,
+    A tartan kilt oure my knee,
+  Wi' hosens and brogues and the bonnet;
+    I'll court her wi' nae flatt'rie.'
+
+  4.
+  Whan he cam to Edinbruch city,
+    He play'd at the ring and the ba',
+  And saw monie a bonnie young ladie,
+    But Lizie Lindsay was first o' them a'.
+
+  5.
+  Syne, dress'd in his Hieland grey plaiden,
+    His bonnet abune his e'e-bree,
+  He called on fair Lizie Lindsay;
+    Says, 'Lizie, will ye fancy me?
+
+  6.
+  'And gae to the Hielands, my lassie,
+    And gae, gae wi' me?
+  O gae to the Hielands, Lizie Lindsay,
+    I'll feed ye on curds and green whey.
+
+  7.
+  'And ye'se get a bed o' green bracken;
+    My plaidie will hap thee and me;
+  Ye'se lie in my arms, bonnie Lizie,
+    If ye'll gae to the Hielands wi' me.'
+
+  8.
+  'O how can I gae to the Hielands
+    Or how can I gae wi' thee,
+  Whan I dinna ken whare I'm gaing,
+    Nor wha I hae to gae wi'?'
+
+  9.
+  'My father, he is an auld shepherd,
+    My mither, she is an auld dey;
+  My name it is Donald Macdonald,
+    My name I'll never deny.'
+
+  10.
+  'O Donald, I'll gie ye five guineas
+    To sit ae hour in my room,
+  Till I tak aff your ruddy picture;
+    Whan I hae 't, I'll never think lang.'
+
+  11.
+  'I dinna care for your five guineas;
+    It's ye that's the jewel to me;
+  I've plenty o' kye in the Hielands,
+    To feed ye wi' curds and green whey.
+
+  12.
+  'And ye'se get a bonnie blue plaidie,
+    Wi' red and green strips thro' it a';
+  And I'll be the lord o' your dwalling,
+    And that's the best picture ava'.
+
+  13.
+  'And I am laird o' a' my possessions;
+    The king canna boast o' na mair;
+  And ye'se hae my true heart in keeping,
+    There'll be na ither e'en hae a share.
+
+  14.
+  'Sae gae to the Hielands, my lassie,
+    O gae awa' happy wi' me;
+  O gae to the Hielands, Lizie Lindsay.
+    And hird the wee lammies wi' me.'
+
+  15.
+  'O how can I gae wi' a stranger,
+    Oure hills and oure glens frae my hame?'
+  'I tell ye I am Donald Macdonald;
+    I'll ever be proud o' my name.'
+
+  16.
+  Doun cam Lizie Lindsay's ain father,
+    A knicht o' a noble degree;
+  Says, 'If ye do steal my dear daughter,
+    It's hangit ye quickly sall be.'
+
+  17.
+  On his heel he turn'd round wi' a bouncie,
+    And a licht lauch he did gie;
+  'There's nae law in Edinbruch city
+    This day that can dare to hang me.'
+
+  18.
+  Then up bespak Lizie's best woman,
+    And a bonnie young lass was she;
+  'Had I but a mark in my pouchie,
+    It's Donald that I wad gae wi'.'
+
+  19.
+  'O Helen, wad ye leave your coffer,
+    And a' your silk kirtles sae braw,
+  And gang wi' a bare-hough'd puir laddie,
+    And leave father, mither, and a'?
+
+  20.
+  'But I think he's a witch or a warlock,
+    Or something o' that fell degree,
+  For I'll gae awa' wi' young Donald,
+    Whatever my fortune may be.'
+
+  21.
+  Then Lizie laid doun her silk mantle,
+    And put on her waiting-maid's goun,
+  And aff and awa' to the Hielands
+    She's gane wi' this young shepherd loun.
+
+  22.
+  Thro' glens and oure mountains they wander'd,
+    Till Lizie had scantlie a shoe;
+  'Alas and ohone!' says fair Lizie,
+    'Sad was the first day I saw you!
+  I wish I war in Edinbruch city;
+    Fu' sair, sair this pastime I rue.'
+
+  23.
+  'O haud your tongue now, bonnie Lizie,
+    For yonder's the shieling, my hame,
+  And there's my guid auld honest mither,
+    That's coming to meet ye her lane.'
+
+  24.
+  'O ye're welcome, ye're welcome, Sir Donald,
+    Ye're welcome hame to your ain.'
+  'O ca' me na young Sir Donald,
+    But ca' me Donald my son.'
+  And this they hae spoken in Erse,
+    That Lizie micht not understand.
+
+  25.
+  The day being weetie and daggie,
+    They lay till 'twas lang o' the day.
+  'Win up, win up, bonnie Lizie,
+    And help at the milking the kye.'
+
+  26.
+  O slowly raise up Lizie Lindsay,
+    The saut tear blindit her e'e.
+  'O war I in Edinbruch city,
+    The Hielands shoud never see me!'
+
+  27.
+  He led her up to a hie mountain,
+    And bade her look out far and wide.
+  'I'm lord o' thae isles and thae mountains,
+    And ye're now my beautiful bride.
+
+  28.
+  'Sae rue na ye've come to the Hielands,
+    Sae rue na ye've come aff wi' me,
+  For ye're great Macdonald's braw lady,
+    And will be to the day that ye dee.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  9.2: 'dey,' dairy-woman.
+  19.3: 'bare-hough'd,' with bare thighs.
+  20.1: 'warlock,' wizard.
+  23.2: 'shieling,' hut.
+  25.1: 'daggie,' drizzling.]
+
+
+
+
+THE GARDENER
+
+
++The Text+ of this pretty little song is taken from Kinloch's MSS.,
+where it is in James Beattie's handwriting. In _Five Excellent New
+Songs_, printed at Edinburgh in 1766, there is an older but much
+corrupted version of this song, confused with two other songs, a 'Thyme'
+song and the favourite 'I sowed the seeds of love.' It is printed as two
+songs, _The New Lover's Garland_ and _The Young Maid's Answer_, both
+with the following refrain:--
+
+  'Brave sailing here, my dear,
+    And better sailing there,
+  And brave sailing in my love's arms,
+    O if I were there!'
+
+
++The Story+ is so slight that the song can scarcely be counted as a
+narrative. But it is one of the lyrical dialogues covered by the word
+'ballad,' and was not ruled out by Professor Child. There seems to be a
+loss of half a verse in 7, which should doubtless be two stanzas.
+
+
+THE GARDENER
+
+  1.
+  The gardener stands in his bower-door,
+    With a primrose in his hand,
+  And by there came a leal maiden,
+    As jimp's a willow wand.
+  _And by_, etc.
+
+  2.
+  'O lady, can you fancy me,
+    For to be my bride?
+  You'll get a' the flowers in my garden
+    To be to you a weed.
+
+  3.
+  'The lily white shall be your smock,
+    Becomes your body neat;
+  And your head shall be deck'd with jelly-flower,
+    And the primrose in your breast.
+
+  4.
+  'Your gown shall be o' the sweet-william,
+    Your coat o' camovine,
+  And your apron o' the salads neat,
+    That taste baith sweet and fine.
+
+  5.
+  'Your stockings shall be o' the broad kail-blade,
+    That is baith broad and long;
+  And narrow, narrow at the coot,
+    And broad, broad at the brawn.
+
+  6.
+  'Your gloves shall be the marygold,
+    All glittering to your hand,
+  Well spread o'er wi' the blue blaewort,
+    That grows in corn-land.'
+
+  7.
+  'O fare you well, young man,' she says,
+    'Farewell, and I bid adieu;
+  Since you've provided a weed for me,
+    Among the summer flowers,
+  Then I'll provide another for you,
+    Among the winter showers.
+
+  8.
+  'The new-fallen snow to be your smock,
+    Becomes your body neat;
+  And your head shall be deck'd with the eastern wind,
+    And the cold rain on your breast.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  2.4: 'weed,' dress.
+  4.2: 'camovine,' camomile.
+  5.3: 'coot,' ankle.
+  5.4: 'brawn,' calf.]
+
+
+
+
+JOHN O' THE SIDE
+
+  'He is weil kend, Johne of the Syde,
+  A greater theif did never ryde.'
+
+      Sir Richard Maitland.
+
+
++The Text+ is from the Percy Folio, but is given in modernised spelling.
+It lacks the beginning, probably, and one line in st. 3, which can be
+easily guessed; but as a whole it is an infinitely fresher and better
+ballad than that inserted in the _Minstrelsy_ of Sir Walter Scott.
+
+
++The Story+ is akin to that of _Kinmont Willie_ (p. 49). John of the
+Side (on the river Liddel, nearly opposite Mangerton) first appears
+about 1550 in a list of freebooters against whom complaints were laid
+before the Bishop of Carlisle. He was, it seems, another of the
+Armstrong family.
+
+Hobby Noble has a ballad[1] to himself (as the hero of the present
+ballad deserves), in which mention is made of Peter of Whitfield. This
+is doubtless the person mentioned in the first line of _John o' the
+Side_ as having been killed presumably by John himself.
+
+    [Footnote 1: Child, No. 189, from Caw's _Poetical Museum_, but not
+    of sufficient merit to be included here.]
+
+'Culertun,' 10.1, is Chollerton on the Tyne. Percy suggests Challerton,
+and in the ballads upon which Scott founded his version the name is
+'Choler-ford.' 'Howbrame wood' and 'Lord Clough' are not identified; and
+Flanders files, effective as they appear to be, are not otherwise known.
+
+'The ballad,' says Professor Child, 'is one of the best in the world,
+and enough to make a horse-trooper of any young borderer, had he lacked
+the impulse.'
+
+
+JOHN O' THE SIDE
+
+  1.
+  Peter o' Whifield he hath slain,
+    And John o' Side, he is ta'en,
+  And John is bound both hand and foot,
+    And to the New-castle he is gone.
+
+  2.
+  But tidings came to the Sybil o' the Side,
+    By the water-side as she ran;
+  She took her kirtle by the hem,
+    And fast she run to Mangerton.
+
+  3.
+    ...   ...   ...
+    The lord was set down at his meat;
+  When these tidings she did him tell,
+    Never a morsel might he eat.
+
+  4.
+  But lords they wrung their fingers white,
+    Ladies did pull themselves by the hair,
+  Crying 'Alas and welladay!
+    For John o' the Side we shall never see more.
+
+  5.
+  'But we'll go sell our droves of kine,
+    And after them our oxen sell,
+  And after them our troops of sheep,
+    But we will loose him out of the New Castell.'
+
+  6.
+  But then bespake him Hobby Noble,
+    And spoke these words wondrous high;
+  Says, 'Give me five men to myself,
+    And I'll fetch John o' the Side to thee.'
+
+  7.
+  'Yea, thou'st have five, Hobby Noble,
+    Of the best that are in this country;
+  I'll give thee five thousand, Hobby Noble,
+    That walk in Tyvidale truly.'
+
+  8.
+  'Nay, I'll have but five,' says Hobby Noble,
+    'That shall walk away with me;
+  We will ride like no men of war,
+    But like poor badgers we will be.'
+
+  9.
+  They stuffed up all their bags with straw,
+    And their steeds barefoot must be;
+  'Come on, my brethren,' says Hobby Noble,
+    'Come on your ways, and go with me.'
+
+  10.
+  And when they came to Culerton ford,
+    The water was up, they could it not go;
+  And then they were ware of a good old man,
+    How his boy and he were at the plough.
+
+  11.
+  'But stand you still,' says Hobby Noble,
+    'Stand you still here at this shore,
+  And I will ride to yonder old man,
+    And see where the gate it lies o'er.
+
+  12.
+  'But Christ you save, father!' quoth he,
+    'Christ both you save and see!
+  Where is the way over this ford?
+    For Christ's sake tell it me.'
+
+  13.
+  'But I have dwelled here three score year,
+    So have I done three score and three;
+  I never saw man nor horse go o'er,
+    Except it were a horse of tree.'
+
+  14.
+  'But fare thou well, thou good old man!
+    The devil in hell I leave with thee,
+  No better comfort here this night
+    Thou gives my brethren here and me.'
+
+  15.
+  But when he came to his brether again,
+    And told this tidings full of woe,
+  And then they found a well good gate
+    They might ride o'er by two and two.
+
+  16.
+  And when they were come over the ford,
+    All safe gotten at the last,
+  'Thanks be to God!' says Hobby Noble,
+    'The worst of our peril is past.'
+
+  17.
+  And then they came into Howbrame wood,
+    And there then they found a tree,
+  And cut it down then by the root.
+    The length was thirty foot and three.
+
+  18.
+  And four of them did take the plank,
+    As light as it had been a flea,
+  And carried it to the New Castle,
+    Where as John o' Side did lie.
+
+  19.
+  And some did climb up by the walls,
+    And some did climb up by the tree,
+  Until they came up to the top of the castle,
+    Where John made his moan truly.
+
+  20.
+  He said, 'God be with thee, Sybil o' the Side!
+    My own mother thou art,' quoth he;
+  'If thou knew this night I were here,
+    A woe woman then wouldst thou be.
+
+  21.
+  'And fare you well, Lord Mangerton!
+    And ever I say God be with thee!
+  For if you knew this night I were here,
+    You would sell your land for to loose me.
+
+  22.
+  'And fare thou well, Much, Miller's son!
+    Much, Miller's son, I say;
+  Thou has been better at mirk midnight
+    Than ever thou was at noon o' the day.
+
+  23.
+  'And fare thou well, my good lord Clough!
+    Thou art thy father's son and heir;
+  Thou never saw him in all thy life
+    But with him durst thou break a spear.
+
+  24.
+  'We are brothers childer nine or ten,
+    And sisters children ten or eleven;
+  We never came to the field to fight,
+    But the worst of us was counted a man.'
+
+  25.
+  But then bespake him Hobby Noble,
+    And spake these words unto him;
+  Says 'Sleepest thou, wakest thou, John o' the Side,
+    Or art thou this castle within?'
+
+  26.
+  'But who is there,' quoth John o' the Side,
+    'That knows my name so right and free?'
+  'I am a bastard-brother of thine;
+    This night I am comen for to loose thee.'
+
+  27.
+  'Now nay, now nay,' quoth John o' the Side,
+    'It fears me sore that will not be,
+  For a peck of gold and silver,' John said,
+    'In faith this night will not loose me.'
+
+  28.
+  But then bespake him Hobby Noble,
+    And till his brother thus said he;
+  Says 'Four shall take this matter in hand,
+    And two shall tent our geldings free.'
+
+  29.
+  Four did break one door without,
+    Then John brake five himsel';
+  But when they came to the iron door,
+    It smote twelve upon the bell.
+
+  30.
+  'It fears me sore,' said Much, the Miller,
+    'That here taken we all shall be;'
+  'But go away, brethren,' said John o' the Side,
+    'For ever alas! this will not be.'
+
+  31.
+  'But fie upon thee!' said Hobby Noble;
+    'Much, the Miller, fie upon thee!
+  It sore fears me,' said Hobby Noble,
+    'Man that thou wilt never be.'
+
+  32.
+  But then he had Flanders files two or thee,
+    And he filed down that iron door,
+  And took John out of the New Castle,
+    And said 'Look thou never come here more!'
+
+  33.
+  When he had him forth of the New Castle,
+    'Away with me, John, thou shalt ride.'
+  But ever alas! it could not be,
+    For John could neither sit nor stride.
+
+  34.
+  But then he had sheets two or three,
+    And bound John's bolts fast to his feet,
+  And set him on a well good steed,
+    Himself on another by him set.
+
+  35.
+  Then Hobby Noble smiled and lough,
+    And spoke these words in mickle pride;
+  'Thou sits so finely on thy gelding
+    That, John, thou rides like a bride.'
+
+  36.
+  And when they came thorough Howbrame town,
+    John's horse there stumbled at a stone;
+  'Out and alas!' cried Much, the Miller,
+    'John, thou'll make us all be ta'en.'
+
+  37.
+  'But fie upon thee!' says Hobby Noble,
+    'Much, the Miller, fie on thee!
+  I know full well,' says Hobby Noble,
+    'Man that thou wilt never be.'
+
+  38.
+  And when they came into Howbrame wood,
+    He had Flanders files two or three
+  To file John's bolts beside his feet,
+    That he might ride more easily.
+
+  39.
+  Says 'John, now leap over a steed!'
+    And John then he lope over five.
+  'I know well,' says Hobby Noble,
+    'John, thy fellow is not alive.'
+
+  40.
+  Then he brought him home to Mangerton;
+    The lord then he was at his meat;
+  But when John o' the Side he there did see,
+    For fain he could no more eat.
+
+  41.
+  He says 'Blest be thou, Hobby Noble,
+    That ever thou wast man born!
+  Thou hast fetched us home good John o' the Side,
+    That was now clean from us gone.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  8.4: 'badgers,' corn-dealers or pedlars.
+  9.2: 'barefoot,' unshod.
+  11.4: 'gate,' way.
+  12.2: 'see,' protect.
+  13.4: 'tree,' wood. The Folio gives '3'; Percy suggested the
+    emendation.
+  23.3: 'him' = man, which is suggested by Furnivall.
+  28.4: 'tent,' guard.
+  35.1: 'lough,' laughed.
+  39.2: 'lope,' leapt.]
+
+
+
+
+JAMIE DOUGLAS
+  AND
+WALY, WALY, GIN LOVE BE BONNY
+
+
++The Text+ of the ballad is here given from Kinloch's MSS., where it is
+in the handwriting of John Hill Burton when a youth. The text of the
+song _Waly, waly_, I take from Ramsay's _Tea-Table Miscellany_. The song
+and the ballad have become inextricably confused, and the many variants
+of the former contain a greater or a smaller proportion of verses
+apparently taken from the latter.
+
+
++The Story+ of the ballad as here told is nevertheless quite simple and
+straightforward. It is spoken in the first person by the daughter of the
+Earl of Mar. (She also says she is sister to the Duke of York, 7.4,
+a person often introduced into ballads.) Blacklaywood, the lady
+complains, has spoken calumniously of her to her lord, and she leaves
+him, saying farewell to her children, and taking her youngest son with
+her.
+
+The ballad is historical in so far as that Lady Barbara Erskine,
+daughter of the Earl of Mar, was married in 1670 to James, second
+Marquis of Douglas, and was formally separated from him in 1681.
+Further, tradition puts the blame of the separation on William Lawrie,
+factor to the Marquis, often styled the laird of Blackwood
+('Blacklaywood,' 2.3), from his wife's family estate.
+
+The non-historical points in the ballad are minor ones. The couple had
+only one child; and the lady's father could not have come to fetch her
+away (9.2), as the Earl of Mar died in 1668, before his daughter's
+wedding.
+
+I have printed the song _Waly, waly_ not because it can be considered a
+ballad, but simply because it is so closely interwoven with _Jamie
+Douglas_. Stanza 6 is reminiscent of the beautiful English quatrain
+beginning:
+
+  'Westron wind, when will thou blow.'
+
+See Chappell's _Popular Music of the Olden Time_, i. 57.
+
+
+JAMIE DOUGLAS
+
+  1.
+  Waly, waly up the bank,
+    And waly, waly down the brae!
+  And waly, waly to yon burn-side,
+    Where me and my love wunt to gae!
+
+  2.
+  As I lay sick, and very sick,
+    And sick was I, and like to die,
+  And Blacklaywood put in my love's ears
+    That he staid in bower too lang wi' me.
+
+  3.
+  As I lay sick, and very sick,
+    And sick was I, and like to die,
+  And walking into my garden green,
+    I heard my good lord lichtlie me.
+
+  4.
+  Now woe betide ye, Blacklaywood!
+    I'm sure an ill death you must die;
+  Ye'll part me and my ain good lord,
+    And his face again I'll never see.
+
+  5.
+  'Come down stairs now, Jamie Douglas,
+    Come down stairs and drink wine wi' me;
+  I'll set thee into a chair of gold,
+    And not one farthing shall it cost thee.'
+
+  6.
+  'When cockle-shells turn silver bells,
+    And muscles grow on every tree,
+  When frost and snow turn fiery baas,
+    I'll come down the stair and drink wine wi' thee.'
+
+  7.
+  'What's needs me value you, Jamie Douglas,
+    More than you do value me?
+  The Earl of Mar is my father,
+    The Duke of York is my brother gay.
+
+  8.
+  'But when my father gets word o' this,
+    I trow a sorry man he'll be;
+  He'll send four score o' his soldiers brave,
+    To tak me hame to mine ain countrie.'
+
+  9.
+  As I lay owre my castell-wa',
+    I beheld my father comin' for me,
+  Wi' trumpets sounding on every side;
+    But they werena music at a' for me.
+
+  10.
+  'And fare ye weel now, Jamie Douglas!
+    And fare ye weel, my children three!
+  And fare ye weel, my own good lord!
+    For my face again ye shall never see.
+
+  11.
+  'And fare ye weel now, Jamie Douglas!
+    And fare ye weel, my children three!
+  And fare ye weel now, Jamie Douglas,
+    But my youngest son shall gae wi' me.'
+
+  12.
+  'What ails ye at your youngest son,
+    Sits smilin' at the nurse's knee?
+  I'm sure he never knew any harm,
+    Except it was from his nurse or thee.'
+
+  13.
+    ...   ...   ...
+    ...   ...   ...
+  And when I was into my coaches set,
+    He made his trumpets a' to soun.'
+
+  14.
+  I've heard it said, and it's oft times seen,
+    The hawk that flies far frae her nest;
+  And a' the world shall plainly see
+    It's Jamie Douglas that I love best.
+
+  15.
+  I've heard it said, and it's oft times seen,
+    The hawk that flies from tree to tree;
+  And a' the world shall plainly see
+    It's for Jamie Douglas I maun die.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.1: 'Waly' = alas!
+  1.4: 'wunt' = were wont.
+  3.4: 'lichtlie,' make light of.
+  6.3: 'baas,' balls.]
+
+
+WALY, WALY, GIN LOVE BE BONNY
+
+  1.
+  O waly, waly up the bank!
+    And waly, waly, down the brae!
+  And waly, waly yon burn-side,
+    Where I and my love wont to gae!
+
+  2.
+  I lean'd my back unto an aik,
+    I thought it was a trusty tree;
+  But first it bow'd, and syne it brak,
+    Sae my true-love did lightly me.
+
+  3.
+  O waly, waly! but love be bonny
+    A little time, while it is new;
+  But when it is auld, it waxeth cauld,
+    And fades away like morning dew.
+
+  4.
+  O wherefore shoud I busk my head?
+    Or wherefore shoud I kame my hair?
+  For my true-love has me forsook,
+    And says he'll never love me mair.
+
+  5.
+  Now Arthur-Seat shall be my bed,
+    The sheets shall ne'er be fyl'd by me;
+  Saint Anton's well shall be my drink,
+    Since my true-love has forsaken me.
+
+  6.
+  Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw,
+    And shake the green leaves off the tree?
+  O gentle death, when wilt thou come?
+    For of my life I am weary.
+
+  7.
+  'Tis not the frost that freezes fell,
+    Nor blawing snaw's inclemency;
+  'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry,
+    But my love's heart grown cauld to me.
+
+  8.
+  When we came in by Glasgow town,
+    We were a comely sight to see;
+  My love was cled in the black velvet,
+    And I mysell in cramasie.
+
+  9.
+  But had I wist, before I kiss'd,
+    That love had been sae ill to win,
+  I'd lock'd my heart in a case of gold,
+    And pin'd it with a silver pin.
+
+  10.
+  Oh, oh, if my young babe were born,
+    And set upon the nurse's knee,
+  And I mysell were dead and gane!
+    For a maid again I'll never be.
+
+
+
+
+THE HEIR OF LINNE
+
+
++The Text+ is taken from the Percy Folio, but I have modernised the
+spelling. For the _Reliques_ Percy made a ballad out of the Folio
+version combined with 'a modern ballad on a similar subject,'
+a broadside entitled _The Drunkard's Legacy_, thus producing a very good
+result which is about thrice the length of the Folio version.
+
+The Scottish variant was noted by Motherwell and Buchan, but previous
+editors--Herd, Ritson, Chambers, Aytoun--had used Percy's composition.
+
+
++The Story.+--There are several Oriental stories which resemble the
+ballad as compounded by Percy from _The Drunkard's Legacy_. In most of
+these--Tartar, Turkish, Arabic, Persian, etc.--the climax of the story
+lies in the fact that the hero in attempting to hang himself by a rope
+fastened to the ceiling pulls down a hidden treasure. There is, of
+course, no such episode in _The Heir of Linne_, but all the stories have
+similar circumstances, and the majority present the moral aspect of
+unthriftiness, and of friends deserting a man who loses his wealth.
+
+'Linne,' of course, is the place which is so often mentioned in ballads.
+See note, First Series, p. 1.
+
+
+THE HEIR OF LINNE
+
+  1.
+  Of all the lords in fair Scotland
+    A song I will begin;
+  Amongst them all there dwelled a lord,
+    Which was the unthrifty lord of Linne.
+
+  2.
+  His father and mother were dead him fro,
+    And so was the head of all his kin;
+  To the cards and dice that he did run
+    He did neither cease nor blin.
+
+  3.
+  To drink the wine that was so clear,
+    With every man he would make merry;
+  And then bespake him John of the Scales,
+    Unto the heir of Linne said he;
+
+  4.
+  Says 'How dost thou, lord of Linne?
+    Dost either want gold or fee?
+  Wilt thou not sell thy lands so broad
+    To such a good fellow as me?
+
+  5.
+  'For ... I ... ,' he said,
+    'My land, take it unto thee.'
+  'I draw you to record, my lordės all.'
+    With that he cast him a God's penny.
+
+  6.
+  He told him the gold upon the board,
+    It wanted never a bare penny.
+  'That gold is thine, the land is mine;
+    The heir of Linne I will be.'
+
+  7.
+  'Here's gold enough,' saith the heir of Linne,
+    'Both for me and my company.'
+  He drunk the wine that was so clear,
+    And with every man he made merry.
+
+  8.
+  Within three-quarters of a year
+    His gold and fee it waxed thin,
+  His merry men were from him gone,
+    And left him himself all alone.
+
+  9.
+  He had never a penny left in his purse,
+    Never a penny left but three,
+  And one was brass, and another was lead,
+    And another was white money.
+
+  10.
+  'Now welladay!' said the heir of Linne,
+    'Now welladay, and woe is me!
+  For when I was the lord of Linne,
+    I neither wanted gold nor fee.
+
+  11.
+  'For I have sold my lands so broad,
+    And have not left me one penny;
+  I must go now and take some read
+    Unto Edinburgh, and beg my bread.'
+
+  12.
+  He had not been in Edinburgh
+    Not three-quarters of a year,
+  But some did give him, and some said nay,
+    And some bid 'To the deil gang ye!
+
+  13.
+  'For if we should hang any landless fere,
+    The first we would begin with thee.'
+  'Now welladay!' said the heir of Linne,
+    'Now welladay, and woe is me!
+
+  14.
+  'For now I have sold my lands so broad,
+    That merry man is irk with me;
+  But when that I was the lord of Linne,
+    Then on my land I lived merrily.
+
+  15.
+  'And now I have sold my land so broad,
+    That I have not left me one penny!
+  God be with my father!' he said,
+    'On his land he lived merrily.'
+
+  16.
+  Still in a study there as he stood,
+    He unbethought him of a bill--
+  He unbethought him of a bill
+    Which his father had left with him.
+
+  17.
+  Bade him he should never on it look
+    Till he was in extreme need;
+  'And by my faith,' said the heir of Linne,
+    'Than now I had never more need.'
+
+  18.
+  He took the bill, and looked it on,
+    Good comfort that he found there;
+  It told him of a castle wall
+    Where there stood three chests in fere.
+
+  19.
+  Two were full of the beaten gold,
+    The third was full of white money.
+  He turned then down his bags of bread,
+    And filled them full of gold so red.
+
+  20.
+  Then he did never cease nor blin,
+    Till John of the Scales' house he did win.
+  When that he came to John of the Scales,
+    Up at the speer he looked then.
+
+  21.
+  There sat three lords upon a row,
+    And John o' the Scales sat at the board's head,
+  And John o' the Scales sat at the board's head,
+    Because he was the lord of Linne.
+
+  22.
+  And then bespake the heir of Linne,
+    To John o' the Scales' wife thus said he;
+  Said, 'Dame, wilt thou not trust me one shot
+    That I may sit down in this company?'
+
+  23.
+  'Now Christ's curse on my head,' she said,
+    'If I do trust thee one penny!'
+  Then bespake a good fellow,
+    Which sat by John o' the Scales his knee;
+
+  24.
+  Said, 'Have thou here, thou heir of Linne,
+    Forty pence I will lend thee;
+  Some time a good fellow thou hast been;
+    And other forty if need be.'
+
+  25.
+  They drunken wine that was so clear,
+    And every man they made merry;
+  And then bespake him John o' the Scales,
+    Unto the lord of Linne said he;
+
+  26.
+  Said, 'How dost thou, heir of Linne,
+    Since I did buy thy lands of thee?
+  I will sell it to thee twenty pound better cheap
+    Nor ever I did buy it of thee.'
+
+  27.
+  'I draw you to record, lordės all;'
+    With that he cast him a God's penny;
+  Then he took to his bags of bread,
+    And they were full of the gold so red.
+
+  28.
+  He told him the gold then over the board,
+    It wanted never a broad penny.
+  'That gold is thine, the land is mine,
+    And heir of Linne again I will be.'
+
+  29.
+  'Now welladay!' said John o' the Scales' wife,
+    'Welladay, and woe is me!
+  Yesterday I was the lady of Linne,
+    And now I am but John o' the Scales' wife!'
+
+  30.
+  Says 'Have thou here, thou good fellow,
+    Forty pence thou did lend me,
+  Forty pence thou did lend me,
+    And forty pound I will give thee.
+
+  31.
+  'I'll make thee keeper of my forest,
+    Both of the wild deer and the tame,'
+    ...   ...   ...
+    ...   ...   ...
+
+  32.
+  But then bespake the heir of Linne,
+    These were the words, and thus said he,
+  'Christ's curse light upon my crown,
+    If e'er my land stand in any jeopardy!'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  2.3,4: Interchanged in manuscript.
+  2.4: 'blin,' stop.
+  5.1: Deficient in manuscript.
+  5.4: 'God's penny,' an earnest-penny, to clinch a bargain.
+  11.3: 'read,' advice.
+  13.1: 'fere,' companion.
+  14.2: 'irk with,' weary of.
+  16.2: 'unbethought him,' bethought himself. See _Old Robin of
+    Portingale_, 5.3 (First Series, p. 14).
+  18.4:'in fere,' together.
+  19.4: ? 'gold and fee.' Cp. 27.4
+  20.4: Ritson said 'speer' was a hole in the wall of a house, through
+    which the family received and answered the inquiries of strangers.
+    This is apparently a mere conjecture.
+  22.3: 'shot,' reckoning. Cp. 'pay the shot.'
+  27.4: See 19.4 and note.]
+
+
+
+
+EARL BOTHWELL
+
+
++The Text+ is from the Percy Folio, the spelling being modernised. Percy
+printed it (with alterations) in the _Reliques_.
+
+
++The Story+ of the ballad represents that Darnley was murdered by way of
+revenge for his participation in the murder of Riccio; that Mary sent
+for Darnley to come to Scotland, and that she was finally banished by
+the Regent. All of these statements, and several minor ones, contain as
+much truth as may be expected in a ballad of this kind.
+
+Mary escaped from Lochleven Castle on May 2, 1568, and found refuge in
+England on the 16th. The ballad was doubtless written shortly
+afterwards. On March 24, 1579, a 'ballad concerninge the murder of the
+late Kinge of Scottes' was licensed to Thomas Gosson, a well-known
+printer of broadsides.
+
+
+EARL BOTHWELL
+
+  1.
+  Woe worth thee, woe worth thee, false Scotland!
+    For thou hast ever wrought by a sleight;
+  For the worthiest prince that ever was born
+    You hanged under a cloud by night.
+
+  2.
+  The Queen of France a letter wrote,
+    And sealed it with heart and ring,
+  And bade him come Scotland within,
+    And she would marry him and crown him king.
+
+  3.
+  To be a king, it is a pleasant thing,
+    To be a prince unto a peer;
+  But you have heard, and so have I too,
+    A man may well buy gold too dear.
+
+  4.
+  There was an Italian in that place
+    Was as well beloved as ever was he;
+  Lord David was his name,
+    Chamberlain unto the queen was he.
+
+  5.
+  For if the king had risen forth of his place,
+    He would have sit him down in the chair,
+  And tho' it beseemed him not so well,
+    Altho' the king had been present there.
+
+  6.
+  Some lords in Scotland waxed wonderous worth,
+    And quarrell'd with him for the nonce;
+  I shall you tell how it befell;
+    Twelve daggers were in him all at once.
+
+  7.
+  When this queen see the chamberlain was slain,
+    For him her cheeks she did weet,
+  And made a vow for a twelvemonth and a day
+    The king and she would not come in one sheet.
+
+  8.
+  Then some of the lords of Scotland waxed wroth,
+    And made their vow vehemently;
+  'For death of the queen's chamberlain
+    The king himself he shall die.'
+
+  9.
+  They strowed his chamber over with gun powder,
+    And laid green rushes in his way;
+  For the traitors thought that night
+    The worthy king for to betray.
+
+  10.
+  To bed the worthy king made him boun;
+    To take his rest, that was his desire;
+  He was no sooner cast on sleep
+    But his chamber was on a blazing fire.
+
+  11.
+  Up he lope, and a glass window broke,
+    He had thirty foot for to fall;
+  Lord Bodwell kept a privy watch
+    Underneath his castle wall.
+  'Who have we here?' said Lord Bodwell;
+    'Answer me, now I do call.'
+
+  12.
+  'King Henry the Eighth my uncle was;
+    Some pity show for his sweet sake!
+  Ah, Lord Bodwell, I know thee well;
+    Some pity on me I pray thee take!'
+
+  13.
+  'I'll pity thee as much,' he said,
+    'And as much favour I'll show to thee,
+  As thou had on the queen's chamberlain
+    That day thou deemedst him to die.'
+
+  14.
+  Through halls and towers this king they led,
+    Through castles and towers that were high,
+  Through an arbour into an orchard,
+    And there hanged him in a pear tree.
+
+  15.
+  When the governor of Scotland he heard tell
+    That the worthy king he was slain,
+  He hath banished the queen so bitterly
+    That in Scotland she dare not remain.
+
+  16.
+  But she is fled into merry England,
+    And Scotland too aside hath lain,
+  And through the Queen of England's good grace
+    Now in England she doth remain.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.2: 'sleight,' trick.
+  3.3,4: A popular proverb; see _The Lord of Learne_, 39.3,4 (Second
+    Series, p. 190).
+  10.1: 'made him boun,' prepared himself.]
+
+
+
+
+DURHAM FIELD
+
+
++The Text+ is another of the lively battle-pieces from the Percy Folio,
+put into modern spelling, and no other version is known or needed. The
+battle of Durham, which the minstrel says (27.1, 64.2) was fought on a
+morning of May, and (64.3,4) within a month of Creēy and Poictiers,[1]
+actually took place on October 17, 1346. Stanza 18 makes the king say to
+Lord Hamilton that they are of 'kin full nigh'; and this provides an
+upper limit for the date of the ballad, as James Hamilton was married to
+Princess Mary, sister of James III., in 1474.
+
+    [Footnote 1: Creēy was fought on August 26, 1346; Poictiers on
+    September 19, 1356.]
+
+
++The Story.+--We have as authorities for the history of the battle both
+Scottish and English chronicles, but the ballad, as might be expected,
+follows neither very closely. Indeed it is not easy to reconcile the
+Scottish account with the English. David Bruce, the young king of
+Scotland, seized the opportunity afforded by Edward III.'s absence in
+France at the siege of Calais to invade England with a large army. They
+were met at Durham by an English force in three divisions, led
+(according to the English chronicle) by (i) the Earl of Angus, Henry
+Percy, Ralph Neville, and Henry Scrope, (ii) the Archbishop of York, and
+(iii) Mowbray, Rokeby, and John of Copland. The Scots were also in three
+divisions, which were led (says the Scottish version) by King David, the
+Earl of Murray and William Douglas, and the Steward of Scotland and the
+Earl of March respectively. The English chronicle puts John of Douglas
+with the Earl of Murray, and the Earl of Buchan with King David.
+
+The ballad, therefore, that calls Angus 'Anguish' (11.1) and puts him on
+the side of the Scots, as well as Neville (17.1), and apparently
+confuses the two Douglases (14 and 21), is not more at variance with
+history than is to be expected, and in the present case is but little
+more vague than the historical records themselves.
+
+'Vaughan' (13.1) may be Baughan or Buchan, though it is doubtful whether
+there was an Earl of Buchan in 1346. 'Fluwilliams' (41.3) is perhaps a
+form of Llewellyn (Shakespeare spells it Fluellen), but this does not
+help to identify that lord.
+
+
+DURHAM FIELD
+
+  1.
+  Lordings, listen and hold you still;
+    Hearken to me a little [spell];
+  I shall you tell of the fairest battle
+    That ever in England befell.
+
+  2.
+  For as it befell in Edward the Third's days,
+    In England, where he ware the crown,
+  Then all the chief chivalry of England
+    They busked and made them boun.
+
+  3.
+  They chosen all the best archers
+    That in England might be found,
+  And all was to fight with the King of France,
+    Within a little stound.
+
+  4.
+  And when our king was over the water,
+    And on the salt sea gone,
+  Then tidings into Scotland came
+    That all England was gone.
+
+  5.
+  Bows and arrows they were all forth,
+    At home was not left a man
+  But shepherds and millers both,
+    And priests with shaven crowns.
+
+  6.
+  Then the King of Scots in a study stood,
+    As he was a man of great might;
+  He sware he would hold his Parliament in leeve London,
+    If he could ride there right.
+
+  7.
+  Then bespake a squire, of Scotland born,
+    And said, 'My liege, apace,
+  Before you come to leeve London,
+    Full sore you'll rue that race.
+
+  8.
+  'There been bold yeomen in merry England,
+    Husbandmen stiff and strong;
+  Sharp swords they done wear,
+    Bearen bows and arrows long.'
+
+  9.
+  The King was angry at that word;
+    A long sword out he drew,
+  And there before his royal company
+    His own squire he slew.
+
+  10.
+  Hard hansel had the Scots that day,
+    That wrought them woe enough,
+  For then durst not a Scot speak a word
+    For hanging at a bough.
+
+  11.
+  'The Earl of Anguish, where art thou?
+    In my coat-armour thou shalt be,
+  And thou shalt lead the forward
+    Thorough the English country.
+
+  12.
+  'Take thee York,' then said the King,
+    'In stead whereas it doth stand;
+  I'll make thy eldest son after thee
+    Heir of all Northumberland.
+
+  13.
+  'The Earl of Vaughan, where be ye?
+    In my coat-armour thou shalt be;
+  The high Peak and Derbyshire
+    I give it thee to thy fee.'
+
+  14.
+  Then came in famous Douglas,
+    Says 'What shall my meed be?
+  And I'll lead the vanward, lord,
+    Thorough the English country.'
+
+  15.
+  'Take thee Worcester,' said the King,
+    'Tewkesbury, Kenilworth, Burton upon Trent;
+  Do thou not say another day
+    But I have given thee lands and rent.
+
+  16.
+  'Sir Richard of Edinburgh, where are ye?
+    A wise man in this war!
+  I'll give thee Bristow and the shire
+    The time that we come there.
+
+  17.
+  'My lord Nevill, where been ye?
+    You must in these wars be;
+  I'll give thee Shrewsbury,' says the King,
+    'And Coventry fair and free.
+
+  18.
+  'My lord of Hamilton, where art thou?
+    Thou art of my kin full nigh;
+  I'll give thee Lincoln and Lincolnshire,
+    And that's enough for thee.'
+
+  19.
+  By then came in William Douglas,
+    As breme as any boar;
+  He kneeled him down upon his knees,
+    In his heart he sighed sore.
+
+  20.
+  Says 'I have served you, my lovely liege,
+    These thirty winters and four,
+  And in the Marches between England and Scotland,
+    I have been wounded and beaten sore.
+
+  21.
+  'For all the good service that I have done,
+    What shall my meed be?
+  And I will lead the vanward
+    Thorough the English country.'
+
+  22.
+  'Ask on, Douglas,' said the King,
+    'And granted it shall be.'
+  'Why then, I ask little London,' says Will Douglas,
+    'Gotten if that it be.'
+
+  23.
+  The King was wrath, and rose away;
+    Says 'Nay, that cannot be!
+  For that I will keep for my chief chamber,
+    Gotten if it be.
+
+  24.
+  'But take thee North Wales and Westchester,
+    The country all round about,
+  And rewarded thou shalt be,
+    Of that take thou no doubt.'
+
+  25.
+  Five score knights he made on a day,
+    And dubb'd them with his hands;
+  Rewarded them right worthily
+    With the towns in merry England.
+
+  26.
+  And when the fresh knights they were made,
+    To battle they busk them boun;
+  James Douglas went before,
+    And he thought to have won him shoon.
+
+  27.
+  But they were met in a morning of May
+    With the communalty of little England;
+  But there scaped never a man away,
+    Through the might of Christės hand.
+
+  28.
+  But all only James Douglas;
+    In Durham in the field
+  An arrow struck him in the thigh;
+    Fast flings he towards the King.
+
+  29.
+  The King looked toward little Durham,
+    Says 'All things is not well!
+  For James Douglas bears an arrow in his thigh,
+    The head of it is of steel.
+
+  30.
+  'How now, James?' then said the King,
+    'How now, how may this be?
+  And where been all thy merry men
+    That thou took hence with thee?'
+
+  31.
+  'But cease, my King,' says James Douglas,
+    'Alive is not left a man!'
+  'Now by my faith,' says the King of the Scots,
+    'That gate was evil gone.
+
+  32.
+  'But I'll revenge thy quarrel well,
+    And of that thou may be fain;
+  For one Scot will beat five Englishmen,
+    If they meeten them on the plain,'
+
+  33.
+  'Now hold your tongue,' says James Douglas,
+    'For in faith that is not so;
+  For one Englishman is worth five Scots,
+    When they meeten together tho.
+
+  34.
+  'For they are as eager men to fight
+    As a falcon upon a prey;
+  Alas! if ever they win the vanward,
+    There scapes no man away.'
+
+  35.
+  'O peace thy talking,' said the King,
+    'They be but English knaves,
+  But shepherds and millers both,
+    And priests with their staves.'
+
+  36.
+  The King sent forth one of his heralds of armes
+    To view the Englishmen.
+  'Be of good cheer,' the herald said,
+    'For against one we be ten.'
+
+  37.
+  'Who leads those lads,' said the King of Scots,
+    'Thou herald, tell thou me.'
+  The herald said 'The Bishop of Durham
+    Is captain of that company.
+
+  38.
+  'For the Bishop hath spread the King's banner,
+    And to battle he busks him boun.'
+  'I swear by St. Andrew's bones,' says the King,
+    'I'll rap that priest on the crown.'
+
+  39.
+  The King looked towards little Durham,
+    And that he well beheld,
+  That the Earl Percy was well armed,
+    With his battle-axe entered the field.
+
+  40.
+  The King looked again towards little Durham,
+    Four ancients there see he;
+  There were two standards, six in a valley,
+    He could not see them with his eye.
+
+  41.
+  My lord of York was one of them,
+    My lord of Carlisle was the other,
+  And my lord Fluwilliams,
+    The one came with the other.
+
+  42.
+  The Bishop of Durham commanded his men,
+    And shortly he them bade,
+  That never a man should go to the field to fight
+    Till he had served his God.
+
+  43.
+  Five hundred priests said mass that day
+    In Durham in the field,
+  And afterwards, as I heard say,
+    They bare both spear and shield.
+
+  44.
+  The Bishop of Durham orders himself to fight
+    With his battle-axe in his hand;
+  He said 'This day now I will fight
+    As long as I can stand!'
+
+  45.
+  'And so will I,' said my lord of Carlisle,
+    'In this fair morning gay.'
+  'And so will I,' said my lord Fluwilliams,
+    'For Mary, that mild may.'
+
+  46.
+  Our English archers bent their bows
+    Shortly and anon;
+  They shot over the Scottish host
+    And scantly touched a man.
+
+  47.
+  'Hold down your hands,' said the Bishop of Durham,
+    'My archers good and true.'
+  The second shoot that they shot,
+    Full sore the Scots it rue.
+
+  48.
+  The Bishop of Durham spoke on high
+    That both parties might hear,
+  'Be of good cheer, my merrymen all,
+    The Scots flien and changen their cheer.'
+
+  49.
+  But as they saiden, so they diden,
+    They fell on heapės high;
+  Our Englishmen laid on with their bows
+    As fast as they might dree.
+
+  50.
+  The King of Scots in a study stood
+    Amongst his company;
+  An arrow struck him thorough the nose,
+    And thorough his armoury.
+
+  51.
+  The King went to a marsh-side
+    And light beside his steed;
+  He leaned him down on his sword-hilts
+    To let his nose bleed.
+
+  52.
+  There followed him a yeoman of merry England,
+    His name was John of Copland;
+  'Yield thee, traitor!' says Copland then,
+    'Thy life lies in my hand.'
+
+  53.
+  'How should I yield me,' says the King,
+    'And thou art no gentleman?'
+  'No, by my troth,' says Copland there,
+    'I am but a poor yeoman.
+
+  54.
+  'What art thou better than I, sir King?
+    Tell me, if that thou can!
+  What art thou better than I, sir King,
+    Now we be but man to man?'
+
+  55.
+  The King smote angrily at Copland then,
+    Angrily in that stound;
+  And then Copland was a bold yeoman,
+    And bore the King to the ground.
+
+  56.
+  He set the King upon a palfrey,
+    Himself upon a steed;
+  He took him by the bridle-rein,
+    Towards London he gan him lead.
+
+  57.
+  And when to London that he came,
+    The King from France was new come home,
+  And there unto the King of Scots
+    He said these words anon.
+
+  58.
+  'How like you my shepherds and my millers?
+    My priests with shaven crowns?'
+  'By my faith, they are the sorest fighting men
+    That ever I met on the ground.
+
+  59.
+  'There was never a yeoman in merry England
+    But he was worth a Scottish knight.'
+  'Ay, by my troth,' said King Edward, and laugh,
+    'For you fought all against the right.'
+
+  60.
+  But now the prince of merry England
+    Worthily under his shield
+  Hath taken the King of France,
+    At Poictiers in the field.
+
+  61.
+  The prince did present his father with that food,
+    The lovely King of France,
+  And forward of his journey he is gone.
+    God send us all good chance!
+
+  62.
+  'You are welcome, brother!' said the King of Scots to the King of
+France,
+    'For I am come hither too soon;
+  Christ leve that I had taken my way
+    Unto the court of Rome!'
+
+  63.
+  'And so would I,' said the King of France,
+    'When I came over the stream,
+  That I had taken my journey
+    Unto Jerusalem!'
+
+  64.
+  Thus ends the battle of fair Durham,
+    In one morning of May,
+  The battle of Creēy, and the battle of Poictiers,
+    All within one monthės day.
+
+  65.
+  Then was wealth and welfare in merry England,
+    Solaces, game, and glee,
+  And every man loved other well,
+    And the king loved good yeomanry.
+
+  66.
+  But God that made the grass to grow,
+    And leaves on greenwood tree,
+  Now save and keep our noble King,
+    And maintain good yeomanry!
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.2: '[spell]' suggested by Child.
+  6.3: 'leeve,' pleasant, dear; formerly a regular epithet of London.
+  10.1: 'Hard hansel,' bad omen.
+  12.2: 'stead,' place.
+  14.1: 'famous' may be a scribe's error for 'James.'
+  14.3: 'vanward,' vanguard.
+  15.2: The manuscript gives 'Tuxburye, Killingworth.'
+  19.2: 'breme,' fierce.
+  26.2: 'they busk them boun,' they make themselves ready.
+  31.4: 'gate,' way.
+  33.4: 'tho,' then.
+  40.2: 'ancients,' ensigns.
+  44.1: 'orders,' prepares.
+  45.4: 'may,' = maid; the Virgin.
+  46.4: 'scantly,' scarcely.
+  48.4: 'cheer,' face, appearance.
+  49.4: 'dree,' hold out.
+  53.2: 'And,' if.
+  61.1: 'food,' man.
+  62.1: The last five words are perhaps inserted by the scribe.
+  62.3: 'leve,' grant.]
+
+
+
+
+THE BATTLE OF HARLAW
+
+
++The Text+ of this ballad was sent to Professor Child by Mr. C. E.
+Dalrymple of Kinaldie, Aberdeenshire, from whose version the printed
+variants (_Notes and Queries_, Third Series, vii. 393, and Aytoun's
+_Ballads of Scotland_, i. 75) have been more or less directly derived.
+
+The ballad is one of those mentioned in _The Complaynt of Scotland_
+(1549), like the 'Hunttis of Chevet' (see p. 2 of this volume). It is
+again mentioned as being in print in 1668; but the latter may possibly
+refer to a poem on the battle, afterwards printed in Allan Ramsay's
+_Evergreen_. The fact that the present ballad omits all reference to the
+Earl of Mar, and deals with the Forbes brothers, who are not otherwise
+known to have taken part in the battle, disposes Professor Child to
+believe that it is a comparatively recent ballad.
+
+
++The Story.+--The battle of Harlaw was fought on July 24, 1411. Harlaw
+is eighteen miles north-west of Aberdeen, Dunidier a hill on the
+Aberdeen road, and Netherha' is close at hand. Balquhain (2.2) is a mile
+south of Harlaw, while Drumminnor (15.3) is more than twenty miles
+away--though the horse covered the distance there and back in 'twa hours
+an' a quarter' (16.3).
+
+The ballad is narrated by 'John Hielan'man' to Sir James the Rose
+(derived from the ballad of that name given earlier in the present
+volume) and Sir John the Gryme (Graeme). 'Macdonell' is Donald of the
+Isles, who, as claimant to the Earldom of Ross, advanced on Aberdeen,
+and was met at Harlaw by the Earl of Mar and Alexander Ogilvy, sheriff
+of Angus. It was a stubborn fight, though it did not last from Monday to
+Saturday (23), and Donald lost nine hundred men and the other party five
+hundred.
+
+Child finds a difficulty with the use of the word 'she' in 4.3, despite
+'me' in the two previous lines. Had it been 'her,' the difficulty would
+not have arisen.
+
+
+THE BATTLE OF HARLAW
+
+  1.
+  As I cam in by Dunidier,
+    An' doun by Netherha',
+  There was fifty thousand Hielan'men
+    A-marching to Harlaw.
+      _Wi' a dree dree dradie drumtie dree_
+
+  2.
+  As I cam on, an' farther on,
+    An' doun an' by Balquhain,
+  Oh there I met Sir James the Rose,
+    Wi' him Sir John the Gryme.
+
+  3.
+  'O cam ye frae the Hielan's, man?
+    An' cam ye a' the wey?
+  Saw ye Macdonell an' his men,
+    As they cam frae the Skee?'
+
+  4.
+  'Yes, me cam frae ta Hielan's, man,
+    An' me cam a' ta wey,
+  An' she saw Macdonell an' his men,
+    As they cam frae ta Skee.'
+
+  5.
+  'Oh was ye near Macdonell's men?
+    Did ye their numbers see?
+  Come, tell to me, John Hielan'man,
+    What micht their numbers be?'
+
+  6.
+  'Yes, me was near, an' near eneuch,
+    An' me their numbers saw;
+  There was fifty thousan' Hielan'men
+    A-marchin' to Harlaw.'
+
+  7.
+  'Gin that be true,' says James the Rose,
+    'We'll no come meikle speed;
+  We'll cry upo' our merry men,
+    And lichtly mount our steed.'
+
+  8.
+  'Oh no, oh no,' says John the Gryme,
+    'That thing maun never be;
+  The gallant Grymes were never bate,
+    We'll try phat we can dee.'
+
+  9.
+  As I cam on, an' farther on,
+    An' doun an' by Harlaw,
+  They fell fu' close on ilka side;
+    Sic fun ye never saw.
+
+  10.
+  They fell fu' close on ilka side,
+    Sic fun ye never saw;
+  For Hielan' swords gied clash for clash
+    At the battle o' Harlaw.
+
+  11.
+  The Hielan'men, wi' their lang swords,
+    They laid on us fu' sair,
+  An' they drave back our merry men
+    Three acres breadth an' mair.
+
+  12.
+  Brave Forbės to his brither did say,
+    'Noo, brither, dinna ye see?
+  They beat us back on ilka side,
+    An' we'se be forced to flee.'
+
+  13.
+  'Oh no, oh no, my brither dear,
+    That thing maun never be;
+  Tak' ye your good sword in your hand,
+    An' come your wa's wi' me.'
+
+  14.
+  'Oh no, oh no, my brither dear,
+    The clans they are ower strang,
+  An' they drive back our merry men,
+    Wi' swords baith sharp an' lang.'
+
+  15.
+  Brave Forbės drew his men aside,
+    Said 'Tak' your rest awhile,
+  Until I to Drumminnor send,
+    To fess my coat o' mail.'
+
+  16.
+  The servant he did ride,
+    An' his horse it did na fail,
+  For in twa hours an' a quarter
+    He brocht the coat o' mail.
+
+  17.
+  Then back to back the brithers twa
+    Gaed in amo' the thrang,
+  An' they hewed doun the Hielan'men,
+    Wi' swords baith sharp an' lang.
+
+  18.
+  Macdonell he was young an' stout,
+    Had on his coat o' mail,
+  An' he has gane oot throw them a',
+    To try his han' himsell.
+
+  19.
+  The first ae straik that Forbės strack,
+    He garrt Macdonell reel,
+  An' the neist ae straik that Forbės strack,
+    The great Macdonell fell.
+
+  20.
+  An' siccan a lierachie
+    I'm sure ye never saw
+  As wis amo' the Hielan'men,
+    When they saw Macdonell fa'.
+
+  21.
+  An' whan they saw that he was deid,
+    They turn'd an' ran awa,
+  An' they buried him in Leggett's Den,
+    A large mile frae Harlaw.
+
+  22.
+  They rade, they ran, an' some did gang,
+    They were o' sma' record;
+  But Forbės an' his merry men,
+    They slew them a' the road.
+
+  23.
+  On Monanday, at mornin',
+    The battle it began,
+  On Saturday, at gloamin',
+    Ye'd scarce kent wha had wan.
+
+  24.
+  An' sic a weary buryin'
+    I'm sure ye never saw
+  As wis the Sunday after that,
+    On the muirs aneath Harlaw.
+
+  25.
+  Gin ony body speer at you
+    For them ye took awa',
+  Ye may tell their wives and bairnies
+    They're sleepin' at Harlaw.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  15.4: 'fess,' fetch.
+  19.1: 'ae,' one.
+  20.1: 'lierachie,' confusion, hubbub.
+  25.1: 'speer at,' ask of.]
+
+
+
+
+THE LAIRD OF KNOTTINGTON
+
+
++The Text+ was sent to Percy in 1768 by R. Lambe of Norham. The ballad
+is widely known in Scotland under several titles, but the most usual is
+_The Broom of Cowdenknows_, which was the title used by Scott in the
+_Minstrelsy_.
+
+
++The Story+ is not consistently told in this version, as in 11.3,4 the
+daughter gives away her secret to her father in an absurd fashion.
+
+An English song, printed as a broadside about 1640, _The Lovely
+Northerne Lasse_, is directed to be sung 'to a pleasant Scotch tune,
+called The broom of Cowden Knowes.' It is a poor variant of our ballad,
+in the usual broadside style, and cannot have been written by any one
+fully acquainted with the Scottish ballad. It is in the Roxburghe,
+Douce, and other collections.
+
+
+THE LAIRD OF KNOTTINGTON
+
+  1.
+  There was a troop of merry gentlemen
+    Was riding atween twa knows,
+  And they heard the voice of a bonny lass,
+    In a bught milking her ews.
+
+  2.
+  There's ane o' them lighted frae off his steed,
+    And has ty'd him to a tree,
+  And he's gane away to yon ew-bught,
+    To hear what it might be.
+
+  3.
+  'O pity me, fair maid,' he said,
+    'Take pity upon me;
+  O pity me, and my milk-white steed
+    That's trembling at yon tree.'
+
+  4.
+  'As for your steed, he shall not want
+    The best of corn and hay;
+  But as to you yoursel', kind sir,
+    I've naething for to say.'
+
+  5.
+  He's taen her by the milk-white hand,
+    And by the green gown-sleeve,
+  And he has led her into the ew-bught,
+    Of her friends he speer'd nae leave.
+
+  6.
+  He has put his hand in his pocket,
+    And given her guineas three;
+  'If I dinna come back in half a year,
+    Then luke nae mair for me.
+
+  7.
+  'Now show to me the king's hie street,
+    Now show to me the way;
+  Now show to me the king's hie street,
+    And the fair water of Tay.'
+
+  8.
+  She show'd to him the king's hie street,
+    She show'd to him the way;
+  She show'd him the way that he was to go,
+    By the fair water of Tay.
+
+  9.
+  When she came hame, her father said,
+    'Come, tell to me right plain;
+  I doubt you've met some in the way,
+    You have not been your lain.'
+
+  10.
+  'The night it is baith mist and mirk,
+    You may gan out and see;
+  The night is mirk and misty too,
+    There's nae body been wi' me.
+
+  11.
+  'There was a tod came to your flock,
+    The like I ne'er did see;
+  When he spake, he lifted his hat,
+    He had a bonny twinkling ee.'
+
+  12.
+  When fifteen weeks were past and gane,
+    Full fifteen weeks and three,
+  Then she began to think it lang
+    For the man wi' the twinkling ee.
+
+  13.
+  It fell out on a certain day,
+    When she cawd out her father's ky,
+  There was a troop of gentlemen
+    Came merrily riding by.
+
+  14.
+  'Weel may ye sigh and sob,' says ane,
+    'Weel may you sigh and see;
+  Weel may you sigh and say, fair maid,
+    Wha's gotten this bairn wi' thee?'
+
+  15.
+  She turned hersel' then quickly about,
+    And thinking meikle shame;
+  'O no, kind sir, it is na sae,
+    For it has a dad at hame.'
+
+  16.
+  'O hawd your tongue, my bonny lass,
+    Sae loud as I hear you lee!
+  For dinna you mind that summer night
+    I was in the bught wi' thee?'
+
+  17.
+  He lighted off his milk-white steed,
+    And set this fair maid on;
+  'Now caw out your ky, good father,' he said,
+    'She'll ne'er caw them out again.
+
+  18.
+  'I am the laird of Knottington,
+    I've fifty plows and three;
+  I've gotten now the bonniest lass
+    That is in the hale country.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.2: 'knows,' knolls.
+  1.4: 'bught,' sheep-pen.
+  9.4: 'your lain,' by yourself.
+  11.1: 'tod,' fox.
+  18.2: 'plows': as much land as a plough will till in a year.]
+
+
+
+
+THE WHUMMIL BORE
+
+
++The Text+ is from Motherwell's MS. He included it in the Appendix to
+his _Minstrelsy_. No other collector or editor notices the ballad--'if
+it ever were one,' as Child remarks.
+
+The only point to be noted is that the second stanza has crept into two
+versions of _Hind Horn_, apparently because of the resemblance of the
+previous stanzas, which present a mere ballad-commonplace.
+
+
+THE WHUMMIL BORE
+
+  1.
+  Seven lang years I hae served the king,
+      _Fa fa fa fa lilly_
+  And I never got a sight of his daughter but ane.
+      _With my glimpy, glimpy, glimpy eedle,
+      Lillum too tee a ta too a tee a ta a tally_
+
+  2.
+  I saw her thro' a whummil bore,
+  And I ne'er got a sight of her no more.
+
+  3.
+  Twa was putting on her gown,
+  And ten was putting pins therein.
+
+  4.
+  Twa was putting on her shoon,
+  And twa was buckling them again.
+
+  5.
+  Five was combing down her hair,
+  And I never got a sight of her nae mair.
+
+  6.
+  Her neck and breast was like the snow,
+  Then from the bore I was forced to go.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.2,4,5: The burden is of course repeated in each stanza.
+  2.1: 'whummil bore,' a hole bored with a whimble or gimlet.]
+
+
+
+
+LORD MAXWELL'S LAST GOODNIGHT
+
+
++The Text+ is from the Glenriddell MSS., and is the one on which Sir
+Walter Scott based the version given in the _Border Minstrelsy_. Byron
+notes in the preface to _Childe Harold_ that 'the good-night in the
+beginning of the first canto was suggested by Lord Maxwell's Goodnight
+in the Border Minstrelsy.'
+
+
++The Story.+--John, ninth Lord Maxwell, killed Sir James Johnstone in
+1608; the feud between the families was of long standing (see 3.4),
+beginning in 1585. Lord Maxwell fled the country, and was sentenced to
+death in his absence. On his return in 1612 he was betrayed by a
+kinsman, and beheaded at Edinburgh on May 21, 1613. This was the end of
+the feud, which contained cases of treachery and perfidy on both sides.
+
+'Robert of Oarchyardtoun' was Sir Robert Maxwell of Orchardton, Lord
+Maxwell's cousin.
+
+'Drumlanrig,' 'Cloesburn,' and 'the laird of Lagg' were respectively
+named Douglas, Kirkpatrick, and Grierson.
+
+The Maxwells had houses, or custody of houses at Dumfries, Lochmaben,
+Langholm, and Thrieve; and Carlaverock Castle is still theirs.
+
+As for Lord Maxwell's 'lady and only joy,' the ballad neglects the fact
+that he instituted a process of divorce against her, and that she died,
+while it was pending, in 1608, five years before the date of the
+'Goodnight.'
+
+
+LORD MAXWELL'S LAST GOODNIGHT
+
+  1.
+  'Adiew, madam my mother dear,
+    But and my sisters two!
+  Adiew, fair Robert of Oarchyardtoun
+    For thee my heart is woe.
+
+  2.
+  'Adiew, the lilly and the rose,
+    The primrose, sweet to see!
+  Adiew, my lady and only joy!
+    For I manna stay with thee.
+
+  3.
+  'Tho' I have killed the laird Johnston,
+    What care I for his feed?
+  My noble mind dis still incline;
+    He was my father's dead.
+
+  4.
+  'Both night and day I laboured oft
+    Of him revenged to be,
+  And now I've got what I long sought;
+    But I manna stay with thee.
+
+  5.
+  'Adiew, Drumlanrig! false was ay,
+    And Cloesburn! in a band,
+  Where the laird of Lagg fra my father fled
+    When the Johnston struck off his hand.
+
+  6.
+  'They were three brethren in a band;
+    Joy may they never see!
+  But now I've got what I long sought,
+    And I maunna stay with thee.
+
+  7.
+  'Adiew, Dumfries, my proper place,
+    But and Carlaverock fair!
+  Adiew, the castle of the Thrieve,
+    And all my buildings there!
+
+  8.
+  'Adiew, Lochmaben's gates so fair,
+    The Langholm shank, where birks they be!
+  Adiew, my lady and only joy!
+    And, trust me, I maunna stay with thee.
+
+  9.
+  'Adiew, fair Eskdale, up and down,
+    Where my poor friends do dwell!
+  The bangisters will ding them down,
+    And will them sore compel.
+
+  10.
+  'But I'll revenge that feed mysell
+    When I come ou'r the sea;
+  Adiew, my lady and only joy!
+    For I maunna stay with thee.'
+
+  11.
+  'Lord of the land, will you go then
+    Unto my father's place,
+  And walk into their gardens green,
+    And I will you embrace.
+
+  12.
+  'Ten thousand times I'll kiss your face,
+    And sport, and make you merry.'
+  'I thank thee, my lady, for thy kindness,
+    But, trust me, I maunna stay with thee.'
+
+  13.
+  Then he took off a great gold ring,
+    Whereat hang signets three;
+  'Hae, take thee that, my ain dear thing,
+    And still hae mind of me;
+
+  14.
+  'But if thow marry another lord
+    Ere I come ou'r the sea;
+  Adiew, my lady and only joy!
+    For I maunna stay with thee.'
+
+  15.
+  The wind was fair, the ship was close,
+    That good lord went away,
+  And most part of his friends were there,
+    To give him a fair convay.
+
+  16.
+  They drank thair wine, they did not spare,
+    Even in the good lord's sight;
+  Now he is o'er the floods so gray,
+    And Lord Maxwell has ta'en his goodnight.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  3.2: 'feed,' feud.
+  3.4: 'dead,' death.
+  8.2: 'shank,' point of a hill.
+  9.3: 'bangisters,' roisterers, freebooters.
+  14.1: 'But if,' unless.]
+
+
+
+
+END OF THE THIRD SERIES
+
+
+
+
+APPENDIX
+
+
+THE JOLLY JUGGLER
+
++The Text+ is from a manuscript at Balliol College, Oxford, No. 354,
+already referred to in the First Series (p. 80) as supplying a text of
+_The Nut-brown Maid_. The manuscript, which is of the early part of the
+sixteenth century, has been edited by Ewald Flügel in _Anglia_, vol.
+xxvi., where the present ballad appears on pp. 278-9. I have only
+modernised the spelling, and broken up the lines, as the ballad is
+written in two long lines and a short one to each stanza.
+
+No other text is known to me. The volume of _Anglia_ containing the
+ballad was not published till 1903, some five years after Professor
+Child's death; and I believe he would have included it in his collection
+had he known of it.
+
+
++The Story+ narrates the subjugation of a proud lady who scorns all her
+wooers, by a juggler who assumes the guise of a knight. On the morrow
+the lady discovers her paramour to be a churl, and he is led away to
+execution, but escapes by juggling himself into a meal-bag: the dust
+falls in the lady's eye.
+
+It would doubtless require a skilled folk-lorist to supply full critical
+notes and parallels; but I subjoin such details as I have been able to
+collect.
+
+In _The Beggar Laddie_ (Child, No. 280, v. 116) a pretended beggar or
+shepherd-boy induces a lassie to follow him, 'because he was a bonny
+laddie.' They come to his father's (or brother's) hall; he knocks,
+four-and-twenty gentlemen welcome him in, and as many gay ladies attend
+the lassie, who is thenceforward a knight's or squire's lady.
+
+In _The Jolly Beggar_ (Child, No. 279, v. 109), which, with the similar
+Scottish poem _The Gaberlunzie Man_, is attributed without authority to
+James V. of Scotland, a beggar takes up his quarters in a house, and
+will only lie behind the hall-door, or by the fire. The lassie rises to
+bar the door, and is seized by the beggar. He asks if there are dogs in
+the town, as they would steal all his 'meal-pocks.' She throws the
+meal-pocks over the wall, saying, 'The deil go with your meal-pocks, my
+maidenhead, and a'.' The beggar reveals himself as a braw gentleman.
+
+A converse story is afforded by the first part of the Norse tale
+translated by Dasent in _Popular Tales from the Norse_, 1888, p. 39,
+under the title of _Hacon Grizzlebeard_. A princess refuses all suitors,
+and mocks them publicly. Hacon Grizzlebeard, a prince, comes to woo her.
+She makes the king's fool mutilate the prince's horses, and then makes
+game of his appearance as he drives out the next day. Resolved to take
+his revenge, Hacon disguises himself as a beggar, attracts the
+princess's notice by means of a golden spinning-wheel, its stand, and a
+golden wool-winder, and sells them to her for the privilege of sleeping
+firstly outside her door, secondly beside her bed, and finally in it.
+The rest of the tale narrates Hacon's method of breaking down the
+princess's pride.
+
+Other parallels of incident and phraseology may be noted:--
+
+4.1 'well good steed'; 'well good,' a commonplace = very good; for 'well
+good steed,' cf. _John o' the Side_, 34.3 (p. 162 of this volume).
+
+7.1 'Four-and-twenty knights.' The number is a commonplace in ballads;
+especially cf. _The Beggar Laddie_ (as above), Child's text A, st. 13:
+
+  'Four an' tuenty gentelmen
+  They conved the beager ben,
+  An' as mony gay ladės
+    Conved the beager's lassie.'
+
+12.4 For the proper medięval horror of 'churl's blood,' see
+_Glasgerion_, stt. 12, 19 (First Series, pp. 4, 5).
+
+13.3 'meal-pock.' The meal-bag was part of the professional beggar's
+outfit; see _Will Stewart and John_, 78.3 (Child, No. 107, ii. 437). For
+blinding with meal-dust, see _Robin Hood and the Beggar_, ii. 77, 78
+(Child, No. 134, iii. 163). The meal-pock also occurs in _The Jolly
+Beggar_, as cited above.
+
+
+THE JOLLY JUGGLER
+
+  Draw me near, draw me near,
+  Draw me near, ye jolly jugglere!
+
+  1.
+  Here beside dwelleth
+    A rich baron's daughter;
+  She would have no man
+    That for her love had sought her.
+      _So nice she was!_
+
+  2.
+  She would have no man
+    That was made of mould,
+  But if he had a mouth of gold
+    To kiss her when she would.
+      _So dangerous she was!_
+
+  3.
+  Thereof heard a jolly juggler
+    That laid was on the green;
+  And at this lady's words
+    I wis he had great teen.
+      _An-ang'red he was!_
+
+  4.
+  He juggled to him a well good steed
+    Of an old horse-bone,
+  A saddle and a bridle both,
+    And set himself thereon.
+      _A juggler he was!_
+
+  5.
+  He pricked and pranced both
+    Before that lady's gate;
+  She wend he [had] been an angel
+    Was come for her sake.
+      _A pricker he was!_
+
+  6.
+  He pricked and pranced
+    Before that lady's bower;
+  She wend he had been an angel
+    Come from heaven tower.
+      _A prancer he was!_
+
+  7.
+  Four-and-twenty knights
+    Led him into the hall,
+  And as many squires
+    His horse to the stall,
+      _And gave him meat_.
+
+  8.
+  They gave him oats
+    And also hay;
+  He was an old shrew
+    And held his head away.
+      _He would not eat._
+
+  9.
+  The day began to pass,
+    The night began to come,
+  To bed was brought
+    The fair gentlewoman,
+      _And the juggler also_.
+
+  10.
+  The night began to pass,
+    The day began to spring;
+  All the birds of her bower,
+    They began to sing,
+      _And the cuckoo also_!
+
+  11.
+  'Where be ye, my merry maidens,
+    That ye come not me to?
+  The jolly windows of my bower
+    Look that you undo,
+      _That I may see_!
+
+  12.
+  'For I have in mine arms
+    A duke or else an earl.'
+  But when she looked him upon,
+    He was a blear-eyed churl.
+      _'Alas!' she said._
+
+  13.
+  She led him to an hill,
+    And hanged should he be.
+  He juggled himself to a meal-pock;
+    The dust fell in her eye;
+      _Beguiled she was_.
+
+  14.
+  God and our Lady
+    And sweet Saint Joham
+  Send every giglot of this town
+    Such another leman,
+      _Even as he was_!
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  2.3: 'But if,' unless.
+  3.4: 'teen,' wrath.
+  5.3, 6.3: 'wend,' thought.
+  5.3: 'had' omitted in the manuscript.
+  8.3: 'He': the manuscript reads '&.'
+  13.3: 'meal-pock,' meal-bag.
+  14.3: 'giglot,' wench.]
+
+
+
+
+INDEX OF TITLES
+                                                    PAGE
+
+  Baron of Brackley, The,                            122
+  Battle of Harlaw, The,                             194
+  Battle of Otterburn, The,                           16
+  Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,                          133
+  Bewick and Grahame,                                101
+  Braes of Yarrow, The,                               34
+
+  Captain Car,                                        62
+  Clyde's Water,                                     140
+
+  Death of Parcy Reed, The,                           93
+  Dick o' the Cow,                                    75
+  Durham Field,                                      181
+
+  Earl Bothwell,                                     177
+
+  Fire of Frendraught, The,                          112
+  Flodden Field,                                      71
+
+  Gardener, The,                                     153
+  Geordie,                                           118
+  Gipsy Laddie, The,                                 129
+
+  Heir of Linne, The,                                170
+  Hunting of the Cheviot, The,                         1
+
+  Jamie Douglas,                                     164
+  John o' the Side,                                  156
+  Johnie Armstrong,                                   30
+  Jolly Juggler, The,                                211
+
+  Katharine Jaffray,                                 145
+  Kinmont Willie,                                     49
+
+  Laird of Knottington, The,                         200
+  Laird o' Logie, The,                                58
+  Lizie Lindsay,                                     148
+  Lord Maxwell's Last Goodnight,                     206
+
+  Mary Hamilton,                                      44
+
+  Outlyer Bold, The,                                  40
+
+  Sir Hugh in the Grime's Downfall,                   89
+  Sir James the Rose,                                135
+  Sir Patrick Spence,                                 68
+
+  Twa Brothers, The,                                  37
+  Waly, waly, gin love be bonny,                     168
+  Whummil Bore, The,                                 204
+
+
+INDEX OF FIRST LINES
+                                                    PAGE
+
+  Adiew, madam my mother dear,                       207
+  As I cam in by Dunidier,                           195
+
+  God send the land deliverance,                      94
+  Good Lord John is a hunting gone,                   89
+
+  Here beside dwelleth,                              214
+
+  I dreamed a dreary dream this night,                34
+  Inverey cam doun Deeside, whistlin' and playin',   123
+  It befell at Martynmas,                             63
+  It's of a young lord o' the Hielands,             148
+  I will sing, if ye will hearken,                    59
+
+  King Jamie hath made a vow,                         72
+
+  Lordings, listen and hold you still,               182
+
+  Now Liddisdale has long lain in,                    76
+
+  O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray,                       134
+  Of all the lords in fair Scotland,                 171
+  O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde,            50
+  O heard ye of Sir James the Rose,                  135
+  Old Grahame he is to Carlisle gone,                101
+  O waly, waly up the bank,                          168
+
+  Peter o' Whifield he hath slain,                   157
+
+  Seven lang years I hae served the king,            204
+
+  The eighteenth of October,                         113
+  The gardener stands in his bower-door,             153
+  The king sits in Dumferling toune,                  69
+  The Persė owt off Northombarlonde,                   3
+  There cam singers to Earl Cassillis' gates,        130
+  There dwelt a man in faire Westmerland,             30
+  There liv'd a lass in yonder dale,                 145
+  There was a battle in the north,                   118
+  There was a troop of merry gentlemen,              200
+  There were three sisters, they lived in a bower,    40
+  There were twa brethren in the north,               37
+
+  Waly, waly up the bank,                            165
+  Woe worth thee, woe worth thee, false Scotland,    177
+  Word's gane to the kitchen,                         46
+
+  Ye gie corn unto my horse,                         141
+  Yt fell abowght the Lamasse tyde,                   18
+
+
+
+
+  Printed by T. and A. CONSTABLE, Printers to His Majesty
+  at the Edinburgh University Press
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Errata:
+
+Bewick and Grahame
+  [Stanza 33.]
+  But if thou be a man, as I trow thou art,
+    _text reads "he a man"_
+Durham Field
+  _"Crecy" consistently written with cedilla_
+Lord Maxwell's Last Goodnight
+  [editor's introduction]
+  As for Lord Maxwell's 'lady and only joy,'
+    _close quote missing_
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Project Gutenberg's Ballads of Scottish Tradition and Romance, by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+
+
+Title: Ballads of Scottish Tradition and Romance
+       Popular Ballads of the Olden Times - Third Series
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: Frank Sidgwick
+
+Release Date: February 19, 2007 [EBook #20624]
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+
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+
+</div>
+
+
+<p>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</p>
+
+
+<h4><i>Uniform with this Volume</i></h4>
+
+<h4>POPULAR BALLADS OF THE OLDEN TIME</h4>
+
+<h4><span class = "smallcaps">First Series.</span> &nbsp; Ballads of
+Romance and Chivalry.</h4>
+
+<p>ā€˜It forms an excellent introduction to a sadly neglected source of
+poetry.... We ... hope that it will receive ample
+encouragement.ā€™&mdash;<i>AthenƦum.</i></p>
+
+<p>ā€˜It will certainly, if carried out as it is begun, constitute a boon
+to the lover of poetry.... We shall look with anxiety for the following
+volumes of what will surely be the best popular edition in
+existence.ā€™&mdash;<i>Notes and Queries.</i></p>
+
+<p>ā€˜There can be nothing but praise for the selection, editing, and
+notes, which are all excellent and adequate. It is, in fine,
+a&nbsp;valuable volume of what bids fair to be a very valuable
+series.ā€™&mdash;<i>Academy.</i></p>
+
+<p>ā€˜The most serviceable edition of the ballads yet published in
+England.ā€™&mdash;<i>Manchester Guardian.</i></p>
+
+
+<h4 class = "section"><span class = "smallcaps">Second Series.</span>
+&nbsp; Ballads of Mystery and Miracle and Fyttes of Mirth.</h4>
+
+<p>ā€˜Even more interesting than the first.ā€™&mdash;<i>AthenƦum.</i></p>
+
+<p>ā€˜The augmenting series will prove an inestimable
+boon.ā€™&mdash;<i>Notes and Queries.</i></p>
+
+<p>ā€˜It includes many beautiful and well-known ballads, and no pains have
+been spared by the editor in producing them, so far as may be, in their
+entirety.ā€™&mdash;<i>World.</i></p>
+
+<p>ā€˜The second volume ... carries out the promise of the first.... Even
+after Professor Kittredgeā€™s compressed edition of Child, ... Mr.
+Sidgwickā€™s work abundantly justifies its existence.ā€™&mdash;<i>Manchester
+Guardian.</i></p>
+
+<p class = "mynote">
+The ā€œFirst Seriesā€ is available from Project Gutenberg as <a href =
+"http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/20469" target = "_blank">e-text
+#20469</a>. The ā€œSecond Seriesā€ is in preparation as of February
+2007.</p>
+
+<p class = "illustration">
+<a name = "frontis" id = "frontis"> </a>
+<img src = "images/frontis_thumb.png" width = "256" height = "373"
+alt = "map of border country"
+title = "Map to Illustrate Border Ballads">
+<br>
+<i>Sidgwickā€™s ā€˜Popular Ballads,ā€™ Series III.</i>, 1906.
+</p>
+
+<div class = "mynote">
+
+<p>Colored for clarity:</p>
+
+<p class = "inset">
+<i>Rivers</i> Tweed, Tyne (blue)<br>
+<i>Cities</i> Edinburgh, Newcastle, Carlyle (red)<br>
+<i>Border</i> (brown)</p>
+
+<p align = "center">
+<a href = "images/frontis_large.png" target = "_blank">
+Larger Map (uncolored)</a></p>
+
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class = "titlepage">
+
+<h1>POPULAR BALLADS</h1>
+<h2>OF THE OLDEN TIME</h2>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h3>SELECTED AND EDITED<br>
+BY FRANK SIDGWICK</h3>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h3>Third Series. Ballads of<br>
+Scottish Tradition and<br>
+Romance</h3>
+
+<p>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>ā€˜I wadna giā€™e ae wheeple of a whaup for aā€™ the nichtingales in
+England.ā€™</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h5 class = "extended">A. H. BULLEN</h5>
+<h5>47 Great Russell Street<br>
+London. MCMIII</h5>
+
+<p>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<hr class = "mid">
+
+<p>ā€˜<span class = "smallcaps">It</span> is impossible that anything
+should be universally tasted and approved by a Multitude, thoā€™ they are
+only the Rabble of a Nation, which hath not in it some peculiar Aptness
+to please and gratify the Mind of Man.ā€™</p>
+
+<p align = "right">
+<span class = "smallcaps">Addison.</span></p>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class = "mid">
+
+<span class = "pagenum">v</span>
+<a name = "pagev" id = "pagev"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">CONTENTS</h4>
+
+
+<table class = "toc" summary = "table of contents">
+<tr>
+<td></td>
+<td class = "number smallroman">PAGE</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallcaps"><a href = "#frontis">
+Map to illustrate Border Ballads</a></td>
+<td class = "number"><i>Frontispiece</i></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallcaps"><a href = "#preface">
+Preface</a></td>
+<td class = "number">vii</td>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallcaps"><a href = "#thirdseries">
+Ballads in the Third Series</a></td>
+<td class = "number">ix</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman" colspan = "2">&nbsp;</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page1">1</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page16">16</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+JOHNIE ARMSTRONG</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page30">30</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+THE BRAES OF YARROW</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page34">34</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+THE TWA BROTHERS</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page37">37</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+THE OUTLYER BOLD</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page40">40</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+MARY HAMILTON</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page44">44</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+KINMONT WILLIE</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page49">49</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+THE LAIRD Oā€™ LOGIE</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page58">58</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+CAPTAIN CAR</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page62">62</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+SIR PATRICK SPENCE</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page68">68</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+FLODDEN FIELD</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page71">71</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+DICK Oā€™ THE COW</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page75">75</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+SIR HUGH IN THE GRIMEā€™S DOWNFALL</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page89">89</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+THE DEATH OF PARCY REED</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page93">93</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+BEWICK AND GRAHAME</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page101">101</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page112">112</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+GEORDIE</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page118">118</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+THE BARON OF BRACKLEY</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page122">122</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+<span class = "pagenum">vi</span>
+<a name = "pagevi" id = "pagevi"> </a>
+THE GIPSY LADDIE</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page129">129</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+BESSY BELL AND MARY GRAY</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page133">133</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+SIR JAMES THE ROSE</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page135">135</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+CLYDEā€™S WATER</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page140">140</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+KATHARINE JAFFRAY</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page145">145</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+LIZIE LINDSAY</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page148">148</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+THE GARDENER</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page153">153</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+JOHN Oā€™ THE SIDE</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page156">156</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+JAMIE DOUGLAS</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page164">164</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "inset">
+Waly, waly gin love be bonny</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page168">168</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+THE HEIR OF LINNE</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page170">170</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+EARL BOTHWELL</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page177">177</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+DURHAM FIELD</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page181">181</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+THE BATTLE OF HARLAW</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page194">194</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+THE LAIRD OF KNOTTINGTON</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page200">200</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+THE WHUMMIL BORE</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page204">204</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallroman">
+LORD MAXWELLā€™S LAST GOODNIGHT</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page206">206</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallcaps">Appendix&mdash;</td>
+<td></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "inset">
+The Jolly Juggler</td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page211">211</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td class = "smallcaps"><a href = "#titles">
+Index of Titles</a></td>
+<td class = "number">217</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class = "smallcaps"><a href = "#firstlines">
+Index of First Lines</a></td>
+<td class = "number">219</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">vii</span>
+<a name = "pagevii" id = "pagevii"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter"><a name = "preface" id = "preface">
+PREFACE</a></h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "firstword">Although</span> a certain number of the
+ballads in
+this volume belong to England as much as to Scotland, the greater number
+are so intimately connected with Scottish history and tradition, that it
+would have been rash (to&nbsp;say the least) for a Southron to have
+ventured across the border unaided. It is therefore more than a pleasure
+to record my thanks to my friend Mr. A.&nbsp;Francis Steuart of
+Edinburgh, to whom I have submitted the proofs of these ballads. His
+extensive and peculiar knowledge of Scottish history and genealogy has
+been of the greatest service throughout.</p>
+
+<p>I must also thank Mr. C.&nbsp;G. Tennant for assistance with the map
+given as frontispiece; and my unknown friend, Messrs. Constableā€™s
+reader, has supplied valuable help in detail.</p>
+
+<p>My self-imposed scheme of classification by subject-matter becomes no
+easier as the end of my task approaches. The Fourth Series will consist
+mainly of ballads of Robin Hood and
+<span class = "pagenum">viii</span>
+<a name = "pageviii" id = "pageviii"> </a>
+other outlaws, including a few pirates. The projected class of ā€˜Sea
+Balladsā€™ has thus been split; <i>Sir Patrick Spence</i>, for example,
+appears in this volume. A&nbsp;few ballads defy classification, and will
+have to appear, if at all, in a miscellaneous section.</p>
+
+<p>The labour of reducing to modern spelling several ballads from the
+seventeenth-century orthography of the Percy Folio is compensated,
+I&nbsp;hope, by the quaint and spirited result. These lively ballads are
+now presented for the first time in this popular form.</p>
+
+<p>In <i>The Jolly Juggler</i>, given in the Appendix, I&nbsp;claim to
+have discovered a new ballad, which has not yet been treated as such,
+though I make bold to think Professor Child would have included it in
+his collection had he known of it. I&nbsp;trust that the publicity thus
+given to it will attract the attention of experts more competent than
+myself to annotate and illustrate it as it deserves.</p>
+
+<p align = "right">F.&nbsp;S.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">ix</span>
+<a name = "pageix" id = "pageix"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter"><a name = "thirdseries" id = "thirdseries">
+BALLADS IN THE THIRD SERIES</a></h4>
+
+<p><span class = "firstword">I have</span> hesitated to use the term
+ā€˜historicalā€™ in choosing a general title for the ballads in this volume,
+although, if the word can be applied to any popular ballads, it would be
+applied with most justification to a large number of these ballads of
+Scottish and Border tradition. ā€˜Some ballads are historical, or at least
+are founded on actual occurrences. In such cases, we have a manifest
+point of departure for our chronological investigation. The ballad is
+likely to have sprung up shortly after the event, and to represent the
+common rumo[u]r of the time. Accuracy is not to be expected, and indeed
+too great historical fidelity in detail is rather a ground of suspicion
+than a certificate of the genuinely popular character of the piece....
+Two cautionary observations are necessary. Since history repeats itself,
+the possibility and even the probability must be entertained that every
+now and then a ballad which had been in circulation for some time was
+adapted to the circumstances of a recent occurrence, and has
+<span class = "pagenum">x</span>
+<a name = "pagex" id = "pagex"> </a>
+come down to us only in such an adaptation. It is also far from
+improbable that many ballads which appear to have no definite
+localization or historical antecedents may be founded on fact, since one
+of the marked tendencies of popular narrative poetry is to alter or
+eliminate specific names of persons and places in the course of oral
+tradition.ā€™<a class = "tag" name = "tag1" id = "tag1" href =
+"#note1">1</a></p>
+
+<p>Warned by these wise words, we may, perhaps, select the following
+ballads from the present volume as ā€˜historical, or at least founded on
+actual occurrences.ā€™</p>
+
+<p>(i) This section, which we may call ā€˜Historical,ā€™ includes <i>The
+Hunting of the Cheviot</i>, <i>The Battle of Otterburn</i>, <i>Mary
+Hamilton</i>, <i>The Laird oā€™ Logie</i>, <i>Captain Car</i>, <i>Flodden
+Field</i>, <i>The Fire of Frendraught</i>, <i>Bessy Bell and Mary
+Gray</i>, <i>Jamie Douglas</i>, <i>Earl Bothwell</i>, <i>Durham
+Field</i>, <i>The Battle of Harlaw</i>, and <i>Lord Maxwellā€™s Last
+Goodnight</i>. Probably we should add <i>The Death of Parcy Reed</i>;
+possibly <i>Geordie</i> and <i>The Gipsy Laddie</i>. More doubtful still
+is <i>Sir Patrick Spence</i>; and
+<span class = "pagenum">xi</span>
+<a name = "pagexi" id = "pagexi"> </a>
+<i>The Baron of Brackley</i> confuses two historical events.</p>
+
+<p>(ii) From the above section I have eliminated those which may be
+separately classified as ā€˜Border Ballads.ā€™ <i>Sir Hugh in the Grimeā€™s
+Downfall</i> seems to have some historical foundation, but <i>Bewick and
+Grahame</i> has none. A&nbsp;sub-section of ā€˜Armstrong Balladsā€™ forms a
+good quartet; <i>Johnie Armstrong</i>, <i>Kinmont Willie</i>, <i>Dick oā€™
+the Cow</i>, and <i>John oā€™ the Side</i>.</p>
+
+<p>(iii) In the purely ā€˜Romanticā€™ class we may place <i>The Braes of
+Yarrow</i>, <i>The Twa Brothers</i>, <i>The Outlyer Bold</i>, <i>Clydeā€™s
+Water</i>, <i>Katharine Jaffray</i>, <i>Lizie Lindsay</i>, <i>The Heir
+of Linne</i>, and <i>The Laird of Knottington</i>.</p>
+
+<p>(iv) There remain a lyrical ballad, <i>The Gardener</i>; a&nbsp;song,
+<i>Waly, waly, gin love be bonny</i>; and the nondescript <i>Whummil
+Bore</i>. The Appendix contains a ballad, <i>The Jolly Juggler</i>,
+which would have come more fittingly in the First Series, had I known of
+it in time.</p>
+
+<p>In the general arrangement, however, the above classes have been
+mixed, in order that the reader may browse as he pleases.</p>
+
+<p class = "footnote">
+<a name = "note1" id = "note1" href = "#tag1">1.</a>
+Introduction (p.&nbsp;xvi) to <i>English and Scottish Popular Ballads,
+edited from the Collection of Francis James Child, by Helen Child
+Sargent and George Lyman Kittredge</i>, 1905. This admirable
+condensation of Childā€™s five volumes, issued since my Second Series, is
+enhanced by Professor Kittredgeā€™s <i>Introduction</i>, the best possible
+substitute for the gap left in the larger book by the death of Child
+before the completion of his task.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">I</h5>
+
+<p>A comparison of the first two ballads in this volume will show the
+latitude with which it is
+<span class = "pagenum">xii</span>
+<a name = "pagexii" id = "pagexii"> </a>
+possible for an historical incident to be treated by tradition. The
+Battle of Otterburn was fought in 1388; but our two versions belong to
+the middle of the sixteenth century. The English <i>Battle of
+Otterburn</i> is the more faithful to history, and refers
+(35.<sup>2</sup>) to ā€˜the cronykleā€™ as authority. <i>The Hunting of the
+Cheviot</i> was in the repertory of Richard Sheale (see First Series,
+<i>Introduction</i>, xxvii), who ends his version in the regular manner
+traditional amongst minstrels. Also, we have the broadside <i>Chevy
+Chase</i>, which well illustrates the degradation of a ballad in the
+hands of the hack-writers; this may be seen in many collections of
+ballads.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mary Hamilton</i> has a very curious literary history. If,
+<i>pendente lite</i>, we may assume the facts to be as suggested, pp.
+44-46, it illustrates admirably Professor Kittredgeā€™s warning, quoted
+above, that ballads already in circulation may be adapted to the
+circumstances of a recent occurrence. But the incidents&mdash;betrayal,
+child-murder, and consequent execution&mdash;cannot have been uncommon
+in courts, at least in days of old; and it is quite probable that an
+early story was adapted, first to the incident of 1563, and again to the
+Russian story of 1718. Perhaps we may remark in passing that it is a
+pity that so repugnant a story should be attached to a ballad
+<span class = "pagenum">xiii</span>
+<a name = "pagexiii" id = "pagexiii"> </a>
+containing such beautiful stanzas as the last four.</p>
+
+<p><i>Captain Car</i> is an English ballad almost contemporary with the
+Scottish incident which it records; and, from the fact of its including
+a popular burden, we may presume it was adapted to the tune. <i>Bessy
+Bell and Mary Gray</i>, which records a piece of Scottish news of no
+importance whatever, has become an English nursery rhyme. In <i>Jamie
+Douglas</i> an historical fact has been interwoven with a beautiful
+lyric. Indeed, the chances of corruption and contamination are
+infinite.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">II</h5>
+
+<p>The long pathetic ballad of <i>Bewick and Grahame</i> is a link
+between the romantic ballads and the ballads of the Border, <i>Sir Hugh
+in the Grimeā€™s Downfall</i> connecting the Border ballads with the
+ā€˜historicalā€™ ballads. The four splendid ā€˜Armstrong balladsā€™ also are
+mainly ā€˜historical,ā€™ though <i>Dick oā€™ the Cow</i> requires further
+elucidation. <i>Kinmont Willie</i> is under suspicion of being the work
+of Sir Walter Scott, who alone of all ballad-editors, perhaps, could
+have compiled a ballad good enough to deceive posterity. We cannot doubt
+the excellence of <i>Kinmont Willie</i>; but it would be tedious, as
+well as unprofitable, to collect the hundred details of manner, choice
+<span class = "pagenum">xiv</span>
+<a name = "pagexiv" id = "pagexiv"> </a>
+of words, and expression, which discredit the authenticity of the
+ballad.</p>
+
+<p><i>John oā€™ the Side</i> has not, I&nbsp;believe, been presented to
+readers in its present shape before. It is one of the few instances in
+which the English version of a ballad is better than the Scottish.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">III</h5>
+
+<p><i>The Braes oā€™ Yarrow</i> is a good example of the Scottish lyrical
+ballad, the continued rhyme being very effective. <i>The Twa
+Brothers</i> has become a game, and <i>Lizie Lindsay</i> a song. <i>The
+Outlyer Bold</i> is a title I have been forced to give to a version of
+the ballad best known as <i>The Bonnie Banks oā€™ Fordie</i>; this, it is
+true, might have come more aptly in the First Series. So also
+<i>Katharine Jaffray</i>, which enlarges the lesson taught in <i>The
+Cruel Brother</i> (First Series, p.&nbsp;76), and adds one of its
+own.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Heir of Linne</i> is another of the naĆÆve, delightful ballads
+from the Percy Folio, and in general style may be compared with <i>The
+Lord of Learne</i> in the Second Series (p.&nbsp;182).</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">IV</h5>
+
+<p>Little is to be said of <i>The Gardener</i> or <i>The Whummil
+Bore</i>, the former being almost a lyric, and the latter presumably a
+fragment. <i>Waly,
+<span class = "pagenum">xv</span>
+<a name = "pagexv" id = "pagexv"> </a>
+waly</i>, is not a ballad at all, and is only included because it has
+become confused with <i>Jamie Douglas</i>.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Jolly Juggler</i> seems to be a discovery, and I commend it to
+the notice of those better qualified to deal with it. The curious fifth
+line added to each verse may be the work of some
+minstrel&mdash;a&nbsp;humorous addition to, or comment upon, the
+foregoing stanza. Certain Danish ballads exhibit this peculiarity, but I
+cannot find any Danish counterpart to the ballad in Priorā€™s three
+volumes.</p>
+
+
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">1</span>
+<a name = "page1" id = "page1"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> here given is that of a
+<span class = "smallroman">MS.</span> in the Bodleian Library
+(Ashmole&nbsp;48) of about the latter half of the sixteenth century. It
+was printed by Hearne, and by Percy in the <i>Reliques</i>, and the
+whole <span class = "smallroman">MS.</span> was edited by Thomas Wright
+for the Roxburghe Club in 1860. In this <span class =
+"smallroman">MS.</span> <i>The Hunting of the Cheviot</i> is
+No.&nbsp;viii., and is subscribed ā€˜Expliceth, quod Rychard Sheale.ā€™
+Sheale is known to have been a minstrel of Tamworth, and it would appear
+that much of this <span class = "smallroman">MS.</span> (including
+certain poems, no doubt his own) is in his handwriting&mdash;probably
+the book belonged to him. But the supposition that he was author of the
+<i>Hunting of the Cheviot</i>, Child dismisses as ā€˜preposterous in the
+extreme.ā€™</p>
+
+<p>The other version, far better known as <i>Chevy Chase</i>, is that of
+the Percy Folio, published in the <i>Reliques</i>, and among the Pepys,
+Douce, Roxburghe, and Bagford collections of ballads. For the sake of
+differentiation this may be called the broadside form of the ballad, as
+it forms a striking example of the impairment of a traditional ballad
+when re-written for the broadside press. Doubtless it is the one known
+and commented on by Addison in his famous papers (Nos. 70 and&nbsp;74)
+in the <i>Spectator</i> (1711), but it is not the one referred to by Sir
+Philip Sidney in his <i>Apologie</i>. Professor Child doubts if Sidneyā€™s
+ballad, ā€˜being so evill apparelled in the dust and cobwebbes of that
+uncivill age,ā€™ is the traditional one here printed, which is
+<span class = "pagenum">2</span>
+<a name = "page2" id = "page2"> </a>
+scarcely the product of an uncivil age; more probably Sidney had heard
+it in a rough and ancient form, ā€˜sung,ā€™ as he says, ā€˜but by some blind
+crouder, with no rougher voyce than rude stile.ā€™ ā€˜The Hunttis of the
+Chevetā€™ is mentioned as one of the ā€˜sangis of natural music of the
+antiquiteā€™ sung by the shepherds in <i>The Complaynt of Scotland</i>,
+a&nbsp;book assigned to 1549.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;The <i>Hunting of
+the Cheviot</i> is a later version of the <i>Battle of Otterburn</i>,
+and a less conscientious account thereof. Attempts have been made to
+identify the <i>Hunting</i> with the Battle of Piperden
+(or&nbsp;Pepperden) fought in 1436 between a Percy and a Douglas. But
+the present ballad is rather an unauthenticated account of an historical
+event, which made a great impression on the public mind. Of that, its
+unfailing popularity on both sides of the Border, its constant
+appearance in broadside form, and its inclusion in every ballad-book,
+give the best witness.</p>
+
+<p>The notable deed of Witherington (stanza 54) has many parallels. All
+will remember the warrior who</p>
+
+<div class = "poem intro">
+<p>ā€˜... when his legs were smitten off</p>
+<p>He fought upon his stumps.ā€™</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>Tradition tells an identical story of ā€˜fair maiden Lilliardā€™ at the
+Battle of Ancrum Muir in 1545. Seneca mentions the feat. It occurs in
+the Percy Folio, Sir Graysteel (in&nbsp;<i>Eger and Grine</i>) fighting
+on one leg. Johnie Armstrong and Sir Andrew Barton both retire to ā€˜bleed
+awhileā€™ after being transfixed through the body. Finally, in an early
+saga, King Starkathr (Starkad) fights on after his head is cut off.</p>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">3</span>
+<a name = "page3" id = "page3"> </a>
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>5</sup> ā€˜maggerā€™ = maugre; <i>i.e.</i> in spite of.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">The</span> Persƫ owt off Northombarlonde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">and avowe to God mayd he</p>
+<p>That he wold hunte in the mowntayns</p>
+<p class = "inset">off Chyviat within days thre,</p>
+<p>In the magger of doughtƫ Dogles,</p>
+<p class = "inset">and all that ever with him be.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+2.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜let,ā€™ hinder.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The fattiste hartes in all Cheviat</p>
+<p class = "inset">he sayd he wold kyll, and cary them away:</p>
+<p>ā€˜Be my feth,ā€™ sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+3.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜meany,ā€™ band, company.</p>
+
+<p class = "notes">
+3.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜theā€™ = they; so constantly, ā€˜shyars threā€™; the districts
+(still called shires) of Holy Island, Norham, and Bamborough.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Then the Persƫ owt off Banborowe cam,</p>
+<p class = "inset">with him a myghtee meany,</p>
+<p>With fifteen hondrith archares bold off blood and bone;</p>
+<p class = "inset">the wear chosen owt of shyars thre.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+This begane on a Monday at morn,</p>
+<p class = "inset">in Cheviat the hillys so he;</p>
+<p>The chylde may rue that ys vn-born,</p>
+<p class = "inset">it wos the mor pittƫ.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">4</span>
+<a name = "page4" id = "page4"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+5.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜byckarte,ā€™ <i>i.e.</i> bickered, attacked the deer.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The dryvars thorowe the woodƫs went,</p>
+<p class = "inset">for to reas the dear;</p>
+<p>Bomen byckarte vppone the bent</p>
+<p class = "inset">with ther browd aros cleare.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+6.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜wyld,ā€™ deer.</p>
+
+<p class = "notes">
+6.<sup>3</sup> <i>i.e.</i> through the groves darted.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Then the wyld thorowe the woodƫs went,</p>
+<p class = "inset">on every sydƫ shear;</p>
+<p>Greahondƫs thorowe the grevis glent,</p>
+<p class = "inset">for to kyll thear dear.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+7.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜oware,ā€™ hour.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+This begane in Chyviat the hyls abone,</p>
+<p class = "inset">yerly on a Monnyn-day;</p>
+<p>Be that it drewe to the oware off none,</p>
+<p class = "inset">a hondrith fat hartƫs ded ther lay.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+8.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜mort,ā€™ note of the bugle.</p>
+
+<p class = "notes">
+8.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜bryttlynge,ā€™ cutting up.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The blewe a mort vppone the bent,</p>
+<p class = "inset">the semblyde on sydis shear;</p>
+<p>To the quyrry then the Persƫ went,</p>
+<p class = "inset">to se the bryttlynge off the deare.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He sayd, ā€˜It was the Duglas promys</p>
+<p class = "inset">this day to met me hear;</p>
+<p>But I wyste he wolde faylle, verament;ā€™</p>
+<p class = "inset">a great oth the Persƫ swear.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+10.<sup>2</sup> shaded his eyes with his hand.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+At the laste a squyar off Northomberlonde</p>
+<p class = "inset">lokyde at his hand full ny;</p>
+<p>He was war a the doughetie Doglas commynge,</p>
+<p class = "inset">with him a myghttƫ meany.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">5</span>
+<a name = "page5" id = "page5"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Both with spear, bylle, and brande,</p>
+<p class = "inset">yt was a myghtti sight to se;</p>
+<p>Hardyar men, both off hart nor hande,</p>
+<p class = "inset">wear not in Cristiantƫ.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+12.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜feale,ā€™ fail.</p>
+
+<p class = "notes">
+12.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜yth,ā€™ in the.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The wear twenti hondrith spear-men good,</p>
+<p class = "inset">withoute any feale;</p>
+<p>The wear borne along be the watter a Twyde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">yth bowndƫs of Tividale.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+13.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜boĆæs,ā€™ bows.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Leave of the brytlyng of the dear,ā€™ he sayd,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜and to your boĆæs lock ye tayk good hede;</p>
+<p>For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne</p>
+<p class = "inset">had ye never so mickle nede.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+14.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜glede,ā€™ glowing coal.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The dougheti Dogglas on a stede,</p>
+<p class = "inset">he rode alle his men beforne;</p>
+<p>His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede;</p>
+<p class = "inset">a boldar barne was never born.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Tell me whos men ye ar,ā€™ he says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜or whos men that ye be:</p>
+<p>Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays,</p>
+<p class = "inset">in the spyt of myn and of me.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">6</span>
+<a name = "page6" id = "page6"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The first mane that ever him an answear mayd,</p>
+<p class = "inset">yt was the good lord Persƫ:</p>
+<p>ā€˜We wyll not tell the whoys men we ar,ā€™ he says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜nor whos men that we be;</p>
+<p>But we wyll hounte hear in this chays,</p>
+<p class = "inset">in the spyt of thyne and of the.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+17.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜the ton,ā€™ one or other.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The fattiste hartĆ«s in all Chyviat</p>
+<p class = "inset">we have kyld, and cast to carry them away:ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜Be my troth,ā€™ sayd the doughetĆ« Dogglas agayn,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜therfor the ton of us shall de this day.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then sayd the doughtƫ Doglas</p>
+<p class = "inset">unto the lord Persƫ:</p>
+<p>ā€˜To kyll alle thes giltles men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">alas, it wear great pittƫ!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But, PersĆ«, thowe art a lord of lande,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I am a yerle callyd within my contrƫ;</p>
+<p>Let all our men vppone a parti stande,</p>
+<p class = "inset">and do the battell off the and of me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">20.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+20.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜cors,ā€™ curse.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Nowe Cristes cors on his crowne,ā€™ sayd the lord PersĆ«,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜who-so-ever ther-to says nay!</p>
+<p>Be my troth, doughttĆ« Doglas,ā€™ he says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜thow shalt never se that day.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">7</span>
+<a name = "page7" id = "page7"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">21.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+21.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜on,ā€™ one.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France,</p>
+<p class = "inset">nor for no man of a woman born,</p>
+<p>But, and fortune be my chance,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I dar met him, on man for on.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">22.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then bespayke a squyar off Northombarlonde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Richard Wytharyngton was his nam:</p>
+<p>ā€˜It shall never be told in Sothe-Ynglonde,ā€™ he says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜to Kyng Herry the Fourth for sham.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">23.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I wat youe byn great lordĆ«s twaw,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I am a poor squyar of lande:</p>
+<p>I wylle never se my captayne fyght on a fylde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">and stande my selffe and loocke on,</p>
+<p>But whylle I may my weppone welde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I wylle not fayle both hart and hande.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">24.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+24.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜And,ā€™ If.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+That day, that day, that dredfull day!</p>
+<p class = "inset">the first fit here I fynde;</p>
+<p>And youe wyll here any mor a the hountyng a the Chyviat,</p>
+<p class = "inset">yet ys ther mor behynde.</p>
+
+<p class = "missing first">&nbsp;.....</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">25.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+25.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜sloughe,ā€™ slew.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ther hartes wer good yenoughe;</p>
+<p>The first off arros that the shote off,</p>
+<p class = "inset">seven skore spear-men the sloughe.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">8</span>
+<a name = "page8" id = "page8"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">26.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+26.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜wouche,ā€™ evil.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Yet byddys the yerle Doglas vppon the bent,</p>
+<p class = "inset">a captayne good yenoughe,</p>
+<p>And that was sene verament,</p>
+<p class = "inset">for he wrought hom both woo and wouche.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">27.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The Dogglas partyd his ost in thre,</p>
+<p class = "inset">lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde;</p>
+<p>With suar spears off myghttƫ tre,</p>
+<p class = "inset">the cum in on every syde:</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">28.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Thrughe our Yngglyshe archery</p>
+<p class = "inset">gave many a wounde fulle wyde;</p>
+<p>Many a doughetƫ the garde to dy,</p>
+<p class = "inset">which ganyde them no pryde.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">29.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+29.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜basnites,ā€™ light helmets or skull-caps.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The Ynglyshe men let ther boĆæs be,</p>
+<p class = "inset">and pulde owt brandes that wer brighte;</p>
+<p>It was a hevy syght to se</p>
+<p class = "inset">bryght swordes on basnites lyght.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">30.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+30.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜myneyeple,ā€™ = manople, a&nbsp;kind of long
+gauntlet.</p>
+
+<p class = "notes">
+30.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜freyke,ā€™ man. So 32.<sup>1</sup>, 47.<sup>1</sup>,
+etc.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Thorowe ryche male and myneyeple,</p>
+<p class = "inset">many sterne the strocke done streght;</p>
+<p>Many a freyke that was fulle fre,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ther undar foot dyd lyght.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">31.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+31.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜myllan,ā€™ Milan steel. Cp. ā€˜collayne,ā€™ <i>Battle of
+Otterburn</i>, 54.<sup>4</sup></p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+At last the Duglas and the Persƫ met,</p>
+<p class = "inset">lyk to captayns of myght and of mayne;</p>
+<p>The swapte togethar tylle the both swat</p>
+<p class = "inset">with swordes that wear of fyn myllan.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">9</span>
+<a name = "page9" id = "page9"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">32.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Thes worthƫ freckys for to fyght,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ther-to the wear fulle fayne,</p>
+<p>Tylle the bloode owte off thear basnetes sprente,</p>
+<p class = "inset">as ever dyd heal or rayn.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">33.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Yelde the, PersĆ«,ā€™ sayde the Doglas,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜and i feth I shalle the brynge</p>
+<p>Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis</p>
+<p class = "inset">of Jamy our Skottish kynge.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">34.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Thou shalte have thy ransom fre,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I hight the hear this thinge;</p>
+<p>For the manfullyste man yet art thowe</p>
+<p class = "inset">that ever I conqueryd in filde fighttynge.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">35.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Nay,ā€™ sayd the lord PersĆ«,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜I tolde it the beforne,</p>
+<p>That I wolde never yeldyde be</p>
+<p class = "inset">to no man of a woman born.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">36.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+36.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜wane.ā€™ One arrow out of a large number.&mdash;<span
+class = "smallcaps">Skeat.</span></p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+With that ther cam an arrowe hastely,</p>
+<p class = "inset">forthe off a myghttƫ wane;</p>
+<p>Hit hathe strekene the yerle Duglas</p>
+<p class = "inset">in at the brest-bane.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">37.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Thorowe lyvar and longƫs bathe</p>
+<p class = "inset">the sharpe arrowe ys gane,</p>
+<p>That never after in all his lyffe-days</p>
+<p class = "inset">he spayke mo wordƫs but ane:</p>
+<p>That was, ā€˜Fyghte ye, my myrry men, whyllys ye may,</p>
+<p class = "inset">for my lyff-days ben gan.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">10</span>
+<a name = "page10" id = "page10"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">38.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+38.<sup>3</sup> Addison compared (Vergil, <i>Aen.</i> x.
+823):&mdash;<br>
+ā€˜Ingemuit miserans graviter dextramque tetendit,ā€™ etc.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The Persƫ leanyde on his brande,</p>
+<p class = "inset">and sawe the Duglas de;</p>
+<p>He tooke the dede mane by the hande,</p>
+<p class = "inset">and sayd, ā€˜Wo ys me for the!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">39.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜To have savyde thy lyffe, I wolde have partyde with</p>
+<p class = "inset">my landes for years thre,</p>
+<p>For a better man, of hart nare of hande,</p>
+<p class = "inset">was nat in all the north contrĆ«.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">40.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Off all that se a Skottishe knyght,</p>
+<p class = "inset">was callyd Ser Hewe the Monggombyrry;</p>
+<p>He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght,</p>
+<p class = "inset">he spendyd a spear, a trusti tre.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">41.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+41.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜blane,ā€™ lingered.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+He rod uppone a corsiare</p>
+<p class = "inset">throughe a hondrith archery:</p>
+<p>He never stynttyde, nar never blane,</p>
+<p class = "inset">tylle he cam to the good lord Persƫ.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">42.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He set uppone the lorde Persƫ</p>
+<p class = "inset">a dynte that was full soare;</p>
+<p>With a suar spear of a myghttƫ tre</p>
+<p class = "inset">clean thorow the body he the Persƫ ber,</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">43.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+A the tothar syde that a man myght se</p>
+<p class = "inset">a large cloth-yard and mare:</p>
+<p>Towe bettar captayns wear nat in Cristiantƫ</p>
+<p class = "inset">then that day slan wear ther.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">11</span>
+<a name = "page11" id = "page11"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">44.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+44.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜say,ā€™ saw.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+An archar off Northomberlonde</p>
+<p class = "inset">say slean was the lord Persƫ;</p>
+<p>He bar a bende bowe in his hand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">was made off trusti tre.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">45.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+45.<sup>2</sup> <i>i.e.</i> till the point reached the wood of the
+bow.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+An arow, that a cloth-yarde was lang,</p>
+<p class = "inset">to the harde stele halyde he;</p>
+<p>A dynt that was both sad and soar</p>
+<p class = "inset">he sat on Ser Hewe the Monggombyrry.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">46.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The dynt yt was both sad and sar,</p>
+<p class = "inset">that he of Monggomberry sete;</p>
+<p>The swane-fethars that his arrowe bar</p>
+<p class = "inset">with his hart-blood the wear wete.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">47.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+47.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜whylle the myghte dreā€™ = while they might dree, as long
+as they could hold.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Ther was never a freake wone foot wolde fle,</p>
+<p class = "inset">but still in stour dyd stand,</p>
+<p>Heawyng on yche othar, whylle the myghte dre,</p>
+<p class = "inset">with many a balfull brande.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">48.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+This battell begane in Chyviat</p>
+<p class = "inset">an owar befor the none.</p>
+<p>And when even-songe bell was rang,</p>
+<p class = "inset">the battell was nat half done.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">49.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The tocke ... on ethar hande</p>
+<p class = "inset">be the lyght off the mone;</p>
+<p>Many hade no strenght for to stande,</p>
+<p class = "inset">in Chyviat the hillys abon.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">12</span>
+<a name = "page12" id = "page12"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">50.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Of fifteen hondrith archars of Ynglonde</p>
+<p class = "inset">went away but seventi and thre;</p>
+<p>Of twenti hondrith spear-men of Skotlonde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">but even five and fifti.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">51.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But all wear slayne Cheviat within;</p>
+<p class = "inset">the hade no strengthe to stand on hy;</p>
+<p>The chylde may rue that ys unborne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">it was the mor pittƫ.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">52.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Thear was slayne, withe the lord Persƫ,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sir Johan of Agerstone,</p>
+<p>Ser Rogar, the hinde Hartly,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Ser Wyllyam, the bolde Hearone.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">53.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+53.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜Loumle,ā€™ Lumley; previously printed Louele
+(=&nbsp;Lovel).</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Ser Jorg, the worthƫ Loumle,</p>
+<p class = "inset">a knyghte of great renowen,</p>
+<p>Ser Raff, the ryche Rugbe,</p>
+<p class = "inset">with dyntes wear beaten dowene.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">54.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+For Wetharryngton my harte was wo,</p>
+<p class = "inset">that ever he slayne shulde be;</p>
+<p>For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to,</p>
+<p class = "inset">yet he knyled and fought on hys kny.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">55.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Ther was slayne, with the dougheti Duglas,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Ser Hewe the Monggombyrry,</p>
+<p>Ser Davy Lwdale, that worthƫ was,</p>
+<p class = "inset">his sistarā€™s son was he.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">13</span>
+<a name = "page13" id = "page13"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">56.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Ser Charls a Murrƫ in that place,</p>
+<p class = "inset">that never a foot wolde fle;</p>
+<p>Ser Hewe Maxwelle, a lorde he was,</p>
+<p class = "inset">with the Doglas dyd he dey.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">57.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+57.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜makys,ā€™ mates, husbands.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+So on the morrowe the mayde them byears</p>
+<p class = "inset">off birch and hasell so gray;</p>
+<p>Many wedous, with wepyng tears,</p>
+<p class = "inset">cam to fache ther makys away.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">58.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+58.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜March-parti,ā€™ the Border; so ā€˜the Marches,ā€™
+59.<sup>3</sup></p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Tivydale may carpe off care,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Northombarlond may mayk great mon,</p>
+<p>For towe such captayns as slayne wear thear</p>
+<p class = "inset">on the March-parti shall never be non.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">59.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Word ys commen to Eddenburrowe,</p>
+<p class = "inset">to Jamy the Skottishe kynge,</p>
+<p>That dougheti Duglas, lyff-tenant of the Marches,</p>
+<p class = "inset">he lay slean Chyviot within.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">60.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+60.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜weal,ā€™ clench(?).</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+His handdƫs dyd he weal and wryng,</p>
+<p class = "inset">he sayd, ā€˜Alas, and woe ys me!</p>
+<p>Such an othar captayn Skotland within,ā€™</p>
+<p class = "inset">he seyd, ā€˜ye-feth shuld never be.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">61.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Worde ys commyn to lovly Londone,</p>
+<p class = "inset">till the fourth Harry our kynge,</p>
+<p>That lord Persƫ, leyff-tenante of the Marchis,</p>
+<p class = "inset">he lay slayne Chyviat within.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">14</span>
+<a name = "page14" id = "page14"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">62.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜God have merci on his solle,ā€™ sayde Kyng Harry,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜good lord, yf thy will it be!</p>
+<p>I have a hondrith captayns in Ynglonde,ā€™ he sayd,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜as good as ever was he:</p>
+<p>But, Persƫ, and I brook my lyffe,</p>
+<p class = "inset">thy deth well quyte shall be.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">63.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+63.<sup>4</sup> The battle of Homildon Hill, near Wooler,
+Northumberland, was fought in 1402. See 1&nbsp;<i>King Henry IV.</i>,
+Act&nbsp;<span class = "smallroman">I</span>. sc.&nbsp;i.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+As our noble kynge mayd his avowe,</p>
+<p class = "inset">lyke a noble prince of renowen,</p>
+<p>For the deth of the lord Persƫ</p>
+<p class = "inset">he dyde the battell of Hombyll-down;</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">64.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Wher syx and thrittƫ Skottishe knyghtes</p>
+<p class = "inset">on a day wear beaten down:</p>
+<p>Glendale glytteryde on ther armor bryght,</p>
+<p class = "inset">over castille, towar, and town.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">65.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+65.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜spurnā€™ = kick(?): Child suggests the
+reading:&mdash;ā€˜That ear [=&nbsp;eā€™er] began this spurn!ā€™ as a lament.
+But the whole meaning is doubtful.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+This was the hontynge off the Cheviat,</p>
+<p class = "inset">that tear begane this spurn;</p>
+<p>Old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe</p>
+<p class = "inset">call it the battell of Otterburn.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">66.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+At Otterburn begane this spurne</p>
+<p class = "inset">uppone a Monnynday;</p>
+<p>Ther was the doughtƫ Doglas slean,</p>
+<p class = "inset">the Persƫ never went away.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">15</span>
+<a name = "page15" id = "page15"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">67.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+67.<sup>4</sup> as the rain does.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Ther was never a tym on the Marche-partƫs</p>
+<p class = "inset">sen the Doglas and the Persƫ met,</p>
+<p>But yt ys mervele and the rede blude ronne not,</p>
+<p class = "inset">as the reane doys in the stret.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">68.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+68.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜our balys bete,ā€™ our misfortunes relieve.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Ihesue Crist our balys bete,</p>
+<p class = "inset">and to the blys vs brynge!</p>
+<p>Thus was the hountynge of the Chivyat:</p>
+<p class = "inset">God send vs alle good endyng!</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">16</span>
+<a name = "page16" id = "page16"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is given mainly from the
+Cotton <span class = "smallroman">MS.</span>, Cleopatra C. iv.
+(<i>circa</i> 1550). It was printed by Percy in the fourth edition of
+the <i>Reliques</i>; in the first edition he gave it from Harleian <span
+class = "smallroman">MS.</span> 293, which text also is made use of
+here. A&nbsp;separate Scottish ballad was popular at least as early as
+1549, and arguments to prove that it was derived from the English ballad
+are as inconclusive as those which seek to prove the opposite.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;The battle of
+Otterburn was fought on Wednesday, August 19, 1388. The whole story is
+given elaborately by Froissart, in his usual lively style, but is far
+too long to be inserted here. It may, however, be condensed as
+follows.</p>
+
+<p>The great northern families of Neville and Percy being at variance
+owing to the quarrels of Richard <span class = "smallroman">II</span>.
+with his uncles, the Scots took the advantage of preparing a raid into
+England. Earl Percy, hearing of this, collected the Northumbrian powers;
+and, unable to withstand the force of the Scots, determined to make a
+counter-raid on the east or west of the border, according as the Scots
+should cross. The latter, hearing of the plan through a spy, foiled it
+by dividing their army into two parts, the main body under Archibald
+Douglas being directed to Carlisle. Three or four hundred picked
+men-at-arms, with two thousand archers and others, under James, Earl of
+Douglas, Earl of March and Dunbar, and
+<span class = "pagenum">17</span>
+<a name = "page17" id = "page17"> </a>
+the Earl of Murray, were to aim at Newcastle, and burn and ravage the
+bishopric of Durham. With the latter alone we are now concerned.</p>
+
+<p>With his small army the Earl of Douglas passed rapidly through
+Northumberland, crossed the Tyne near Brancepeth, wasted the country as
+far as the gates of Durham, and returned to Newcastle as rapidly as they
+had advanced. Several skirmishes took place at the barriers of the town:
+and in one of these Sir Henry Percy (Hotspur) was personally opposed to
+Douglas. After an obstinate struggle the Earl won the pennon of the
+English leader, and boasted that he would carry it to Scotland, and set
+it high on his castle of Dalkeith. ā€˜That,ā€™ cried Hotspur, ā€˜no Douglas
+shall ever do, and ere you leave Northumberland you shall have small
+cause to boast.ā€™ ā€˜Your pennon,ā€™ answered Douglas, ā€˜shall this night be
+placed before my tent; come and win it if you can.ā€™ But the Scots were
+suffered to retreat without any hostile attempts on the part of the
+English, and accordingly, after destroying the tower of Ponteland, they
+came on the second day to the castle of Otterburn, situated in
+Redesdale, about thirty-two miles from Newcastle. The rest may be read
+in the ballad.</p>
+
+<p>ā€˜Of all the battayles,ā€™ says Froissart, ā€˜that I have made mention of
+here before, in all thys hystorye, great or small, thys battayle was one
+of the sorest, and best foughten, without cowards or faint hertes: for
+ther was nother knyght nor squyre but that dyde hys devoyre, and fought
+hand to hand.ā€™</p>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">18</span>
+<a name = "page18" id = "page18"> </a>
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜bowynd,ā€™ hied.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">Yt</span> fell abowght the Lamasse tyde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Whan husbondes Wynnes ther haye,</p>
+<p>The dowghtye Dowglasse bowynd hym to ryde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">In Ynglond to take a praye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+2.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜raysse,ā€™ raid.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The yerlle of Fyffe, wythowghten stryffe,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He bowynd hym over Sulway;</p>
+<p>The grete wolde ever to-gether ryde;</p>
+<p class = "inset">That raysse they may rewe for aye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+3. ā€˜Hoppertope,ā€™ Ottercap (now Ottercaps) Hill, in the parish of Kirk
+Whelpington, Tynedale Ward, Northumberland. ā€˜Rodclyffe crageā€™ (now
+Rothby Crags), a&nbsp;cliff near Rodeley, south-east of Ottercap. ā€˜Grene
+Lynton,ā€™ a corruption of Green Leyton, south-east of Rodely.&mdash;<span
+class = "smallcaps">Percy</span>.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Over Hoppertope hyll they cam in,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And so down by Rodclyffe crage;</p>
+<p>Vpon Grene Lynton they lyghted dowyn,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Styrande many a stage.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And boldely brente Northomberlond,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And haryed many a towyn;</p>
+<p>They dyd owr Ynglyssh men grete wrange,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To battell that were not bowyn.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Than spake a berne vpon the bent,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Of comforte that was not colde,</p>
+<p>And sayd, ā€˜We have brente Northomberlond,</p>
+<p class = "inset">We have all welth in holde.</p>
+
+<p class = "notes">
+5.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜berne,ā€™ man.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">19</span>
+<a name = "page19" id = "page19"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Now we have haryed all Bamborowe schyre,</p>
+<p class = "inset">All the welth in the world have wee;</p>
+<p>I rede we ryde to Newe Castell,</p>
+<p class = "inset">So styll and stalworthlye.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Vpon the morowe, when it was day,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The standerds schone full bryght;</p>
+<p>To the Newe Castell the toke the waye,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And thether they cam full ryght.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+8.<sup>1</sup> Sir Henry Percy (Hotspur), killed at Shrewsbury fifteen
+years after Otterburn.</p>
+
+<p class = "notes">
+8.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜march-man,ā€™ borderer. Percy is said to have been
+appointed Governor of Berwick and Warden of the Marches in 1385.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Syr Henry Perssy laye at the New Castell,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I tell yow wythowtten drede;</p>
+<p>He had byn a march-man all hys dayes,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And kepte Barwyke upon Twede.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+To the Newe Castell when they cam,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The Skottes they cryde on hyght,</p>
+<p>ā€˜Syr Hary Perssy, and thow byste within,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Com to the fylde, and fyght.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜For we have brente Northomberlonde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thy erytage good and ryght,</p>
+<p>And syne my logeyng I have take,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wyth my brande dubbyd many a knyght.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Syr Harry Perssy cam to the walles,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The Skottyssch oste for to se,</p>
+<p>And sayd, ā€˜And thow hast brente Northomberlond,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Full sore it rewyth me.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">20</span>
+<a name = "page20" id = "page20"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+12.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜The tone,ā€™ one or other.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Yf thou hast haryed all Bamborowe schyre,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thow hast done me grete envye;</p>
+<p>For the trespasse thow hast me done,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The tone of vs schall dye.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Where schall I byde the?ā€™ sayd the Dowglas,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Or where wylte thow com to me?ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜At Otterborne, in the hygh way,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Ther mast thow well logeed be.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+14.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜I have harde say that Chivet Hills stretchethe <span
+class = "smallroman">XX</span> miles. Theare is greate plente of Redde
+Dere, and Roo Bukkes.ā€™&mdash;<i>Lelandā€™s Itinerary.</i></p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The roo full rekeles ther sche rinnes,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To make the game and glee;</p>
+<p>The fawken and the fesaunt both,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Amonge the holtes on hye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+15.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜the tyllā€™ = thee till, to thee.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Ther mast thow haue thy welth at wyll,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Well looged ther mast be;</p>
+<p>Yt schall not be long or I com the tyll,ā€™</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sayd Syr Harry Perssye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Ther schall I byde the,ā€™ sayd the Dowglas,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜By the fayth of my bodyeā€™:</p>
+<p>ā€˜Thether schall I com,ā€™ sayd Syr Harry Perssy,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜My trowth I plyght to the.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">21</span>
+<a name = "page21" id = "page21"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+A pype of wyne he gaue them over the walles,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For soth as I yow saye;</p>
+<p>Ther he mayd the Dowglasse drynke,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And all hys ost that daye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde agayne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For soth withowghten naye;</p>
+<p>He toke his logeyng at Oterborne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Vpon a Wedynsday.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+19.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜pyght,ā€™ fixed.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+And ther he pyght hys standerd dowyn,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Hys gettyng more and lesse,</p>
+<p>And syne he warned hys men to goo</p>
+<p class = "inset">To chose ther geldynges gresse.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">20.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+A Skottysshe knyght hoved vpon the bent,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A wache I dare well saye;</p>
+<p>So was he ware on the noble Perssy</p>
+<p class = "inset">In the dawnyng of the daye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">21.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He prycked to hys pavyleon-dore,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As faste as he myght ronne;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Awaken, Dowglas,ā€™ cryed the knyght,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜For hys love that syttes in trone.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">22.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+22.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜wynne,ā€™ pleasure.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Awaken, Dowglas,ā€™ cryed the knyght,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜For thow maste waken wyth wynne;</p>
+<p>Yender haue I spyed the prowde Perssye,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And seven stondardes wyth hym.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">22</span>
+<a name = "page22" id = "page22"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">23.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Nay by my trowth,ā€™ the Dowglas sayed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜It ys but a fayned taylle;</p>
+<p>He durst not loke on my brede banner</p>
+<p class = "inset">For all Ynglonde so haylle.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">24.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+24.<sup>4</sup> <i>i.e.</i> he could not give me my fill (of
+defeat).</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Was I not yesterdaye at the Newe Castell,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That stondes so fayre on Tyne?</p>
+<p>For all the men the Perssy had,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He coude not garre me ones to dyne.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">25.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+25.<sup>2</sup> <i>i.e.</i> to see if it were false.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+He stepped owt at his pavelyon-dore,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To loke and it were lesse:</p>
+<p>ā€˜Araye yow, lordynges, one and all,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For here begynnes no peysse.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">26.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+26.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜eme,ā€™ uncle.</p>
+
+<p class = "notes">
+26.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜cawte,ā€™ wary.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The yerle of Mentaye, thow arte my eme,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The fowarde I gyve to the:</p>
+<p>The yerlle of Huntlay, cawte and kene,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He schall be wyth the.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">27.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The lorde of Bowghan, in armure bryght,</p>
+<p class = "inset">On the other hand he schall be;</p>
+<p>Lord Jhonstoune and Lorde Maxwell,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They to schall be with me.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">28.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Swynton, fayre fylde vpon your pryde!</p>
+<p class = "inset">To batell make yow bowen</p>
+<p>Syr Davy Skotte, Syr Water Stewarde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Syr Jhon of Agurstone!ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">23</span>
+<a name = "page23" id = "page23"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">29.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+29.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜hyght,ā€™ promised.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The Perssy cam byfore hys oste,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wych was ever a gentyll knyght;</p>
+<p>Vpon the Dowglas lowde can he crye,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜I wyll holde that I haue hyght.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">30.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜For thou haste brente Northomberlonde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And done me grete envye;</p>
+<p>For thys trespasse thou hast me done,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The tone of vs schall dye.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">31.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The Dowglas answerde hym agayne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wyth grett wurdes vpon hye,</p>
+<p>And sayd, ā€˜I have twenty agaynst thy one,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Byholde, and thou maste see.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">32.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+32.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜schoote,ā€™ dismissed.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Wyth that the Perssy was grevyd sore,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For soth as I yow saye:</p>
+<p>He lyghted dowyn vpon his foote,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And schoote hys horsse clene awaye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">33.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+33.<sup>2</sup> <i>i.e.</i> who was ever royal among the rout.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Every man sawe that he dyd soo,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That ryall was ever in rowght;</p>
+<p>Every man schoote hys horsse hym froo,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And lyght hym rowynde abowght.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">34.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Thus Syr Hary Perssye toke the fylde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For soth as I yow saye;</p>
+<p>Jhesu Cryste in hevyn on hyght</p>
+<p class = "inset">Dyd helpe hym well that daye.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">24</span>
+<a name = "page24" id = "page24"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">35.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+35.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜layne,ā€™ lie; so 40.<sup>2</sup></p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+But nyne thowzand, ther was no moo,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The cronykle wyll not layne;</p>
+<p>Forty thowsande of Skottes and fowre</p>
+<p class = "inset">That day fowght them agayne.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">36.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But when the batell byganne to joyne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">In hast ther cam a knyght;</p>
+<p>The letters fayre furth hath he tayne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And thus he sayd full ryght:</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">37.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜My lorde your father he gretes yow well,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wyth many a noble knyght;</p>
+<p>He desyres yow to byde</p>
+<p class = "inset">That he may see thys fyght.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">38.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The Baron of Grastoke ys com out of the west,</p>
+<p class = "inset">With hym a noble companye;</p>
+<p>All they loge at your fathers thys nyght,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And the batell fayne wolde they see.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">39.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜For Jhesus love,ā€™ sayd Syr Harye Perssy,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜That dyed for yow and me,</p>
+<p>Wende to my lorde my father agayne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And saye thow sawe me not wyth yee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">40.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght,</p>
+<p class = "inset">It nedes me not to layne,</p>
+<p>That I schalde byde hym upon thys bent,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And I have hys trowth agayne.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">25</span>
+<a name = "page25" id = "page25"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">41.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+41.<sup>1</sup> <i>i.e.</i> if I wend off this ground.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And if that I weynde of thys growende,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For soth, onfowghten awaye,</p>
+<p>He wolde me call but a kowarde knyght</p>
+<p class = "inset">In hys londe another daye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">42.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+42.<sup>1</sup> <i>i.e.</i> I had rather be flayed.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Yet had I lever to be rynde and rente,</p>
+<p class = "inset">By Mary, that mykkel maye,</p>
+<p>Then ever my manhood schulde be reprovyd</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wyth a Skotte another daye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">43.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+43.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜waryson,ā€™ reward.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Wherefore schote, archars, for my sake,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And let scharpe arowes flee:</p>
+<p>Mynstrell, playe up for your waryson,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And well quyt it schall bee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">44.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+44.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜marke hym,ā€™ commit himself (by signing the cross).</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Every man thynke on hys trewe-love,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And marke hym to the Trenite;</p>
+<p>For to God I make myne avowe</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thys day wyll I not flee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">45.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The blodye harte in the Dowglas armes,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Hys standerde stood on hye,</p>
+<p>That every man myght full well knowe;</p>
+<p class = "inset">By syde stode starrƫs thre.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">46.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The whyte lyon on the Ynglyssh perte,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For soth as I yow sayne,</p>
+<p>The lucettes and the cressawntes both;</p>
+<p class = "inset">The Skottes faught them agayne.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">26</span>
+<a name = "page26" id = "page26"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">47.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Vpon Sent Androwe lowde can they crye,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And thrysse they schowte on hyght,</p>
+<p>And syne merked them one owr Ynglysshe men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As I haue tolde yow ryght.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">48.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Sent George the bryght, owr ladyes knyght,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To name they were full fayne:</p>
+<p>Owr Ynglyssh men they cryde on hyght,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And thrysse the schowtte agayne.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">49.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Wyth that scharpe arowes bygan to flee,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I tell yow in sertayne;</p>
+<p>Men of armes byganne to joyne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Many a dowghty man was ther slayne.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">50.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+50.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜collayne,ā€™ of Cologne steel. Cp. ā€˜myllan,ā€™ <i>Hunting
+of the Cheviot</i>, 31.<sup>4</sup></p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The Perssy and the Dowglas mette,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That ether of other was fayne;</p>
+<p>They swapped together whyll that the swette,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wyth swordes of fyne collayne:</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">51.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+51.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜roke,ā€™ reek, vapour.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Tyll the bloode from ther bassonnettes ranne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As the roke doth in the rayne;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Yelde the to me,ā€™ sayd the Dowglas,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Or elles thow schalt be slayne.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">52.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜For I see by thy bryght bassonet,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thow arte sum man of myght;</p>
+<p>And so I do by thy burnysshed brande;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thow arte an yerle, or elles a knyght.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">27</span>
+<a name = "page27" id = "page27"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">53.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜By my good faythe,ā€™ sayd the noble Perssye,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Now haste thou rede full ryght;</p>
+<p>Yet wyll I never yelde me to the,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Whyll I may stonde and fyght.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">54.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They swapped together whyll that they swette,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wyth swordƫs scharpe and long;</p>
+<p>Ych on other so faste thee beette,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Tyll ther helmes cam in peyses dowyn.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">55.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+55.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜stounde,ā€™ moment of time, hour.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The Perssy was a man of strenghth,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I tell yow, in thys stounde;</p>
+<p>He smote the Dowglas at the swordes length</p>
+<p class = "inset">That he fell to the growynde.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">56.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The sworde was scharpe, and sore can byte,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I tell yow in sertayne;</p>
+<p>To the harte he cowde hym smyte,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thus was the Dowglas slayne.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">57.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The stonderdes stode styll on eke a syde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wyth many a grevous grone;</p>
+<p>Ther the fowght the day, and all the nyght,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And many a dowghty man was slayne.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">58.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+58.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜dryeā€™ = dree, endure.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Ther was no freke that ther wolde flye,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But styffely in stowre can stond,</p>
+<p>Ychone hewyng on other whyll they myght drye,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wyth many a bayllefull bronde.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">28</span>
+<a name = "page28" id = "page28"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">59.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Ther was slayne vpon the Skottƫs syde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For soth and sertenly,</p>
+<p>Syr James a Dowglas ther was slayne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That day that he cowde dye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">60.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+60.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜grysely,ā€™ frightfully, grievously.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The yerlle of Mentaye he was slayne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Grysely groned upon the growynd;</p>
+<p>Syr Davy Skotte, Syr Water Stewarde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Syr Jhon of Agurstoune.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">61.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Syr Charllƫs Morrey in that place,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That never a fote wold flee;</p>
+<p>Syr Hewe Maxwell, a lord he was,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wyth the Dowglas dyd he dye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">62.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Ther was slayne upon the Skottƫs syde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For soth as I yow saye,</p>
+<p>Of fowre and forty thowsande Scottes</p>
+<p class = "inset">Went but eyghtene awaye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">63.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Ther was slayne upon the Ynglysshe syde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For soth and sertenlye,</p>
+<p>A gentell knyght, Syr Jhon Fechewe,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Yt was the more pety.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">64.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Syr James Hardbotell ther was slayne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For hym ther hartes were sore;</p>
+<p>The gentyll Lovell ther was slayne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That the Perssys standerd bore.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">65.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Ther was slayne upon the Ynglyssh perte,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For soth as I yow saye,</p>
+<p>Of nyne thowsand Ynglyssh men</p>
+<p class = "inset">Fyve hondert cam awaye.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">29</span>
+<a name = "page29" id = "page29"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">66.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The other were slayne in the fylde;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Cryste kepe ther sowlles from wo!</p>
+<p>Seyng ther was so fewe fryndes</p>
+<p class = "inset">Agaynst so many a foo.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">67.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+67.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜makes,ā€™ mates.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Then on the morne they mayde them beerys</p>
+<p class = "inset">Of byrch and haysell graye;</p>
+<p>Many a wydowe, wyth wepyng teyres,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Ther makes they fette awaye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">68.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Thys fraye bygan at Otterborne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Bytwene the nyght and the day;</p>
+<p>Ther the Dowglas lost hys lyffe,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And the Perssy was lede awaye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">69.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+69.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜borowed,ā€™ ransomed, set free.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Then was ther a Scottysh prisoner tayne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Syr Hewe Mongomery was hys name;</p>
+<p>For soth as I yow saye,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He borowed the Perssy home agayne.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">70.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Now let us all for the Perssy praye</p>
+<p class = "inset">To Jhesu most of myght,</p>
+<p>To bryng hys sowlle to the blysse of heven,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For he was a gentyll knyght.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">30</span>
+<a name = "page30" id = "page30"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+JOHNIE ARMSTRONG</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is taken from <i>Wit
+Restorā€™d</i>, 1658, where it is called <i>A&nbsp;Northern Ballet</i>.
+From the same collection comes the version of <i>Little Musgrave and
+Lady Barnard</i> given in First Series, p.&nbsp;19. The version
+popularly known as <i>Johnny Armstrongā€™s Last Good-Night</i>, so dear to
+Goldsmith, and sung by the Vicar of Wakefield, is a broadside found in
+most of the well-known collections.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story</span> of the ballad has the
+authority of more than one chronicle, and is attributed to the year
+1530. James <span class = "smallroman">V.</span>, in spite of the
+promise ā€˜to doe no wrongā€™ in his large and long letter, appears to have
+been incensed at the splendour of ā€˜JonnĆ«ā€™sā€™ retinue. It seems curious
+that the outlaw should have been a Westmoreland man; but the
+<i>Cronicles of Scotland</i> say that ā€˜from the Scots border to
+Newcastle of England, there was not one, of whatsoever estate, but paid
+to this John Armstrong a tribute, to be free of his cumber, he was so
+doubtit in England.ā€™ JonnĆ«ā€™s offer in the stanza 16.<sup>3,4</sup>, may
+be compared to the similar feat of Sir Andrew Barton.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+JOHNIE ARMSTRONG</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">There</span> dwelt a man in faire
+Westmerland,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Jonnƫ Armestrong men did him call,</p>
+<p>He had nither lands nor rents coming in,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Yet he kept eight score men in his hall.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">31</span>
+<a name = "page31" id = "page31"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He had horse and harness for them all,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Goodly steeds were all milke-white;</p>
+<p>O the golden bands an about their necks,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And their weapons, they were all alike.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Newes then was brought unto the king</p>
+<p class = "inset">That there was sicke a won as hee,</p>
+<p>That livƫd lyke a bold out-law,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And robbƫd all the north country.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The king he writt an a letter then,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A letter which was large and long;</p>
+<p>He signƫd it with his owne hand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And he promised to doe him no wrong.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When this letter came Jonnƫ untill,</p>
+<p class = "inset">His heart it was as blyth as birds on the tree:</p>
+<p>ā€˜Never was I sent for before any king,</p>
+<p class = "inset">My father, my grandfather, nor none but mee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And if wee goe the king before,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I would we went most orderly;</p>
+<p>Every man of you shall have his scarlet cloak,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Laced with silver laces three.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Every won of you shall have his velvett coat,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Laced with sillver lace so white;</p>
+<p>O the golden bands an about your necks,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Black hatts, white feathers, all alyke.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">32</span>
+<a name = "page32" id = "page32"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+By the morrow morninge at ten of the clock,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Towards Edenburough gon was hee,</p>
+<p>And with him all his eight score men;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Good lord, it was a goodly sight for to see!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When Jonnƫ came befower the king,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He fell downe on his knee;</p>
+<p>ā€˜O pardon, my soveraine leige,ā€™ he said,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜O pardon my eight score men and mee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Thou shalt have no pardon, thou traytor strong,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For thy eight score men nor thee;</p>
+<p>For to-morrow morning by ten of the clock,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Both thou and them shall hang on the
+gallow-tree.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But Jonnƫ looked over his left shoulder,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Good Lord, what a grevious look looked hee!</p>
+<p>Saying, ā€˜Asking grace of a graceles face&mdash;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Why there is none for you nor me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But Jonnƫ had a bright sword by his side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And it was made of the mettle so free,</p>
+<p>That had not the king stept his foot aside,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He had smitten his head from his faire boddƫ.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Saying, ā€˜Fight on, my merry men all,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And see that none of you be taine;</p>
+<p>For rather than men shall say we were hangeā€™d,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Let them report how we were slaine.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">33</span>
+<a name = "page33" id = "page33"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then, God wott, faire Eddenburrough rose,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And so besett poore Jonnƫ rounde,</p>
+<p>That fowerscore and tenn of JonnĆ«ā€™s best men</p>
+<p class = "inset">Lay gasping all upon the ground.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then like a mad man Jonnƫ laide about,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And like a mad man then fought hee,</p>
+<p>Untill a falce Scot came Jonnƫ behinde,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And runn him through the faire boddee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Saying, ā€˜Fight on, my merry men all,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And see that none of you be taine;</p>
+<p>For I will stand by and bleed but awhile,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And then will I come and fight againe.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Newes then was brought to young Jonnƫ Armestrong</p>
+<p class = "inset">As he stood by his nurseā€™s knee,</p>
+<p>Who vowed if ere he liveā€™d for to be a man,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Oā€™ the treacherous Scots revengā€™d heeā€™d be.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">34</span>
+<a name = "page34" id = "page34"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+THE BRAES OF YARROW</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> was communicated to Percy
+by Dr. Robertson of Edinburgh, but it did not appear in the
+<i>Reliques</i>.</p>
+
+<p>In 9.<sup>1</sup>, ā€˜Thenā€™ is doubtless an interpolation, as are the
+words ā€˜Now Douglasā€™ in 11.<sup>1</sup> But on the whole it is the best
+text of the fifteen or twenty variants.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;James Hogg and Sir
+Walter Scott referred the ballad to two different sources, the former
+legendary, and the latter historical. It has always been very popular in
+Scotland, and besides the variants there are in existence several
+imitations, such as the well-known poem of William Hamilton, ā€˜Busk ye,
+busk ye, my bonny bonny bride.ā€™ This was printed in vol.&nbsp;ii. of
+Percyā€™s <i>Reliques</i>.</p>
+
+<p>About half the known variants make the hero and heroine man and wife,
+the other half presenting them as unmarried lovers.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE BRAES OF YARROW</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">ā€˜I</span> dreamed a dreary dream this
+night,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That fills my heart wiā€™ sorrow;</p>
+<p>I dreamed I was pouing the heather green</p>
+<p class = "inset">Upon the braes of Yarrow.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O true-luve mine, stay still and dine,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As ye haā€™ done before, O;ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜O Iā€™ll be hame by hours nine,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And frae the braes of Yarrow.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">35</span>
+<a name = "page35" id = "page35"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I dreamed a dreary dream this night,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That fills my heart wiā€™ sorrow;</p>
+<p>I dreamed my luve came headless hame,</p>
+<p class = "inset">O frae the braes of Yarrow!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O true-luve mine, stay still and dine.</p>
+<p class = "inset">As ye haā€™ done before, O;ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜O Iā€™ll be hame by hours nine,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And frae the braes of Yarrow.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O are ye going to hawke,ā€™ she says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜As ye haā€™ done before, O?</p>
+<p>Or are ye going to wield your brand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Upon the braes of Yarrow?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O I am not going to hawke,ā€™ he says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜As I have done before, O,</p>
+<p>But for to meet your brother John,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Upon the braes of Yarrow.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+7.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜dowy,ā€™ dreary.</p>
+
+<p class = "notes">
+7.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜well-wight,ā€™ brave, sturdy.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+As he gaed down yon dowy den,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sorrow went him before, O;</p>
+<p>Nine well-wight men lay waiting him,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Upon the braes of Yarrow.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I have your sister to my wife,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Ye think me an unmeet marrow!</p>
+<p>But yet one foot will I never flee</p>
+<p class = "inset">Now frae the braes of Yarrow.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then four he killā€™d and five did wound,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That was an unmeet marrow!</p>
+<p>And he had weel nigh wan the day</p>
+<p class = "inset">Upon the braes of Yarrow.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">36</span>
+<a name = "page36" id = "page36"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But a cowardly loon came him behind,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Our Lady lend him sorrow!</p>
+<p>And wiā€™ a rappier pierced his heart,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And laid him low on Yarrow.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Now Douglas to his sisterā€™s gane,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wiā€™ meikle dule and sorrow:</p>
+<p>ā€˜Gae to your luve, sister,ā€™ he says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Heā€™s sleeping sound on Yarrow.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+As she went down yon dowy den,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sorrow went her before, O;</p>
+<p>She saw her true-love lying slain</p>
+<p class = "inset">Upon the braes of Yarrow.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+13. Apparently Percyā€™s invention.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+She swoonā€™d thrice upon his breist</p>
+<p class = "inset">That was her dearest marrow;</p>
+<p>Said, ā€˜Ever alace, and wae the day</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thou wentā€™st frae me to Yarrow!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+14.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜wipedā€™: Child suggests the original word was
+ā€˜drank.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+She kist his mouth, she kaimed his hair,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As she had done before, O;</p>
+<p>She wiped the blood that trickled doun</p>
+<p class = "inset">Upon the braes of Yarrow.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+15.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜side,ā€™ long.</p>
+
+<p class = "notes">
+15.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜hause-bane,ā€™ neck.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Her hair it was three quarters lang,</p>
+<p class = "inset">It hang baith side and yellow;</p>
+<p>She tied it round her white hause-bane,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And tint her life on Yarrow.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">37</span>
+<a name = "page37" id = "page37"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+THE TWA BROTHERS</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from Sharpeā€™s <i>Ballad
+Book</i> (1823). Scott included no version of this ballad in his
+<i>Minstrelsy</i>; but Motherwell and Jamieson both had traditional
+versions. Motherwell considered it essential that the deadly wound
+should be accidental; but it is far more typical of a ballad-hero that
+he should lose his temper and kill his brother; and, as Child points
+out, it adds to the pathetic generosity of the slain brother in
+providing excuses for his absence to be made to his father, mother, and
+sister.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;Motherwell and
+Sharpe were more or less convinced that the ballad was founded on an
+accident that happened in 1589 to a Somerville, who was killed by his
+brotherā€™s pistol going off.</p>
+
+<p>This ballad is still in circulation in the form of a game amongst
+American children&mdash;the last state of more than one old ballad
+otherwise extinct.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE TWA BROTHERS</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜warsle,ā€™ wrestle.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">There</span> were twa brethren in the
+north,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They went to the school thegither;</p>
+<p>The one unto the other said,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Will you try a warsle afore?ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">38</span>
+<a name = "page38" id = "page38"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They warsled up, they warsled down,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till Sir John fell to the ground,</p>
+<p>And there was a knife in Sir Willieā€™s pouch,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Gied him a deadlie wound.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Oh brither dear, take me on your back,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Carry me to yon burn clear,</p>
+<p>And wash the blood from off my wound,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And it will bleed nae mair.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He took him up upon his back,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Carried him to yon burn clear,</p>
+<p>And washd the blood from off his wound,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But aye it bled the mair.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Oh brither dear, take me on your back,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Carry me to yon kirk-yard,</p>
+<p>And dig a grave baith wide and deep,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And lay my body there.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Heā€™s taen him up upon his back,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Carried him to yon kirk-yard,</p>
+<p>And dug a grave baith deep and wide,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And laid his body there.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But what will I say to my father dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Gin he chance to say, Willie, wharā€™s John?ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜Oh say that heā€™s to England gone,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To buy him a cask of wine.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">39</span>
+<a name = "page39" id = "page39"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And what will I say to my mother dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Gin she chance to say, Willie, wharā€™s John?ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜Oh say that heā€™s to England gone,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To buy her a new silk gown.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And what will I say to my sister dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Gin she chance to say, Willie, wharā€™s John?ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜Oh say that heā€™s to England gone,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To buy her a wedding ring.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But what will I say to her you loā€™e dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Gin she cry, Why tarries my John?ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜Oh tell her I lie in Kirk-land fair,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And home again will never come.ā€™</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">40</span>
+<a name = "page40" id = "page40"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+THE OUTLYER BOLD</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is taken from Motherwellā€™s
+<span class = "smallroman">MS.</span>, which contains two versions;
+Motherwell printed a third in his <i>Minstrelsy</i>,&mdash;<i>Babylon;
+or, The Bonnie Banks oā€™ Fordie</i>. Kinloch called the ballad the
+<i>Duke of Perthā€™s Three Daughters</i>. As the following text has no
+title, I&nbsp;have ventured to give it one. ā€˜Outlyerā€™ is, of course,
+simply ā€˜a&nbsp;banished man.ā€™</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story</span> is much more familiar in
+all the branches of the Scandinavian race than in England or Scotland.
+In Denmark it appears as <i>Herr Truelsā€™ Daughters</i> or <i>Herr Thorā€™s
+Children</i>; in Sweden as <i>Herr TorĆ«sā€™ Daughters</i>. Iceland and
+Faroe give the name as Torkild or Thorkell.</p>
+
+<p>The incidents related in this ballad took place (i) in Scotland on
+the bonnie banks oā€™ Fordie, near Dunkeld; (ii)&nbsp;in Sweden in five or
+six different places; and (iii)&nbsp;in eight different localities in
+Denmark.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE OUTLYER BOLD</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">There</span> were three sisters, they lived in
+a bower,</p>
+<p class = "inset"><i>Sing Anna, sing Margaret, sing Marjorie</i></p>
+<p>The youngest oā€™ them was the fairest flower.</p>
+<p class = "inset"><i>And the dew goes throā€™ the wood, gay ladie</i></p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">41</span>
+<a name = "page41" id = "page41"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The oldest of them sheā€™s to the wood gane,</p>
+<p>To seek a braw leaf and to bring it hame.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+There she met with an outlyer bold,</p>
+<p>Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+4.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜Istow,ā€™ art thou.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+4.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜twinn with,ā€™ part with.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Istow a maid, or istow a wife?</p>
+<p>Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O kind sir, if I haeā€™t at my will,</p>
+<p>Iā€™ll twinn with my life, keep my maidenhead still.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Heā€™s taen out his wee pen-knife,</p>
+<p>Heā€™s twinned this young lady of her sweet life.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He wiped his knife along the dew;</p>
+<p>But the more he wiped, the redder it grew.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The second of them sheā€™s to the wood gane,</p>
+<p>To seek her old sister, and to bring her hame.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+There she met with an outlyer bold,</p>
+<p>Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Istow a maid, or istow a wife?</p>
+<p>Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">42</span>
+<a name = "page42" id = "page42"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O kind sir, if I haeā€™t at my will,</p>
+<p>Iā€™ll twinn with my life, keep my maidenhead still.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Heā€™s taen out his wee pen-knife,</p>
+<p>Heā€™s twinned this young lady of her sweet life.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He wiped his knife along the dew;</p>
+<p>But the more he wiped, the redder it grew.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The youngest oā€™ them sheā€™s to the wood gane,</p>
+<p>To seek her two sisters, and to bring them hame.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+There she met with an outlyer bold,</p>
+<p>Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Istow a maid, or istow a wife?</p>
+<p>Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+17.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜speer,ā€™ ask.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜If my three brethren they were here,</p>
+<p>Such questions as these thou durst nae speer.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Pray, what may thy three brethren be,</p>
+<p>That I durst na makā€™ so bold with thee?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The eldest oā€™ them is a minister bred,</p>
+<p>He teaches the people from evil to good.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">43</span>
+<a name = "page43" id = "page43"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">20.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The second oā€™ them is a ploughman good,</p>
+<p>He ploughs the land for his livelihood.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">21.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The youngest of them is an outlyer bold,</p>
+<p>Lies many a long night in the woods so cold.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">22.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He stuck his knife then into the ground,</p>
+<p>He took a long race, let himself fall on.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">44</span>
+<a name = "page44" id = "page44"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+MARY HAMILTON</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> given here is from Sharpeā€™s
+<i>Ballad Book</i> (1824). Professor Child collected and printed some
+twenty-eight variants and fragments, of which none is entirely
+satisfactory, as regards the telling of the story. The present text will
+suit our purpose as well as any other, and it ends impressively with the
+famous pathetic verse of the four Maries.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;Lesley in his
+<i>History of Scotland</i> (1830) says that when Mary Stuart was sent to
+France in 1548, she had in attendance ā€˜sundry gentlewomen and noblemenā€™s
+sons and daughters, almost of her own age, of the which there were four
+in special of whom everyone of them bore the same name of Mary, being of
+four sundry honourable houses, to wit, Fleming, Livingston, Seton, and
+Beaton of Creich.ā€™ The four Maries were still with the Queen in 1564.
+Hamilton and Carmichael appear in the ballad in place of Fleming and
+Livingston.</p>
+
+<p>Scott attributed the origin of the ballad to an incident related by
+Knox in his <i>History of the Reformation</i>: in 1563 or 1564 a
+Frenchwoman was seduced by the Queenā€™s apothecary, and the babe murdered
+by consent of father and mother. But the cries of a new-born babe had
+been heard; search was made, and both parents were ā€˜damned to be hanged
+upon the public street of Edinburgh.ā€™</p>
+
+<p>In 1824, in his preface to the <i>Ballad Book</i>, Charles
+Kirkpatrick Sharpe produced a similar story from
+<span class = "pagenum">45</span>
+<a name = "page45" id = "page45"> </a>
+the Russian court. In 1885 this story was retold from authentic sources
+as follows. After the marriage of one of the ministers of Peter the
+Greatā€™s father with a Hamilton, the Scottish family ranked with the
+Russian aristocracy. The Czar Peter required that all his Empress
+Catharineā€™s maids-of-honour should be remarkably handsome; and Mary
+Hamilton, a&nbsp;niece, it is supposed, of the above ministerā€™s wife,
+was appointed on account of her beauty. This Mary Hamilton had an amour
+with one Orlof, an aide-de-camp to the Czar; a&nbsp;murdered babe was
+found, the guilt traced to Mary, and she and Orlof sent to prison in
+April 1718. Orlof was afterwards released; Mary Hamilton was executed on
+March 14, 1719.</p>
+
+<p>Professor Child, in printing this ballad in 1889, considered the
+details of the Russian story<a class = "tag" name = "tag2" id = "tag2"
+href = "#note2">2</a> (most of which I have omitted) to be so closely
+parallel to the Scottish ballad, that he was convinced that the later
+story was the origin of the ballad, and that the ballad-maker had
+located it in Mary Stuartā€™s court on his own responsibility. In
+September 1895 Mr. Andrew Lang contributed the results of his researches
+concerning the ballad to <i>Blackwoodā€™s Magazine</i>, maintaining that
+the ballad must have arisen from the 1563 story, as it is too old and
+too good to have been written since 1718. Balancing this
+improbability&mdash;that the details of a Russian court scandal of 1718
+should exactly correspond to a previously extant Scottish
+ballad&mdash;against the improbability of the eighteenth century
+producing such a ballad, Child afterwards concluded the latter to be the
+greater. The coincidence is undoubtedly striking; but neither the story
+nor the name are uncommon.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "pagenum">46</span>
+<a name = "page46" id = "page46"> </a>
+It is, of course, possible that the story is older than 1563&mdash;it
+should not be difficult to find more than one instance&mdash;and that it
+was first adapted to the 1563 incident and afterwards to the Russian
+scandal, the two versions being subsequently confused. But there is no
+evidence for this.</p>
+
+<p class = "footnote">
+<a name = "note2" id = "note2" href = "#tag2">2.</a>
+See Waliszewskiā€™s <i>Peter the Great</i> (translated by Lady Mary Loyd),
+vol.&nbsp;i. p.&nbsp;251. London, 1897.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+MARY HAMILTON</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">Word</span>ā€™s gane to the kitchen,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And wordā€™s gane to the haā€™,</p>
+<p>That Marie Hamilton gangs wiā€™ bairn</p>
+<p class = "inset">To the hichest Stewart of aā€™.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Heā€™s courted her in the kitchen,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Heā€™s courted her in the haā€™,</p>
+<p>Heā€™s courted her in the laigh cellar,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And that was warst of aā€™.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Sheā€™s tyed it in her apron</p>
+<p class = "inset">And sheā€™s thrown it in the sea;</p>
+<p>Says, ā€˜Sink ye, swim ye, bonny wee babe,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Youā€™ll neā€™er get mair oā€™ me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Down then cam the auld queen,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Goud tassels tying her hair:</p>
+<p>ā€˜O Marie, whereā€™s the bonny wee babe</p>
+<p class = "inset">That I heard greet sae sair?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜There was never a babe intill my room,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As little designs to be;</p>
+<p>It was but a touch oā€™ my sair side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Come oā€™er my fair bodie.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">47</span>
+<a name = "page47" id = "page47"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O Marie, put on your robes oā€™ black,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or else your robes oā€™ brown,</p>
+<p>For ye maun gang wiā€™ me the night,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To see fair Edinbroā€™ town.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I winna put on my robes oā€™ black,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Nor yet my robes oā€™ brown;</p>
+<p>But Iā€™ll put on my robes oā€™ white,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To shine through Edinbroā€™ town.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When she gaed up the Cannogate,</p>
+<p class = "inset">She laughā€™d loud laughters three;</p>
+<p>But whan she cam down the Cannogate</p>
+<p class = "inset">The tear blinded her ee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When she gaed up the Parliament stair,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The heel cam aff her shee;</p>
+<p>And lang or she cam down again</p>
+<p class = "inset">She was condemnā€™d to dee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When she cam down the Cannogate,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The Cannogate sae free,</p>
+<p>Many a ladie lookā€™d oā€™er her window,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Weeping for this ladie.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Ye need nae weep for me,ā€™ she says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Ye need nae weep for me;</p>
+<p>For had I not slain mine own sweet babe,</p>
+<p class = "inset">This death I wadna dee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Bring me a bottle of wine,ā€™ she says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜The best that eā€™er ye hae,</p>
+<p>That I may drink to my weil-wishers,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And they may drink to me.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">48</span>
+<a name = "page48" id = "page48"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Hereā€™s a health to the jolly sailors,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That sail upon the main;</p>
+<p>Let them never let on to my father and mother</p>
+<p class = "inset">But what Iā€™m coming hame.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Hereā€™s a health to the jolly sailors,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That sail upon the sea;</p>
+<p>Let them never let on to my father and mother</p>
+<p class = "inset">That I cam here to dee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Oh little did my mother think,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The day she cradled me,</p>
+<p>What lands I was to travel through,</p>
+<p class = "inset">What death I was to dee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Oh little did my father think,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The day he held up me,</p>
+<p>What lands I was to travel through,</p>
+<p class = "inset">What death I was to dee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Last night I washā€™d the queenā€™s feet,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And gently laid her down;</p>
+<p>And aā€™ the thanks Iā€™ve gotten the nicht</p>
+<p class = "inset">To be hangā€™d in Edinbroā€™ town!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Last nicht there was four Maries,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The nicht thereā€™ll be but three;</p>
+<p>There was Marie Seton, and Marie Beton,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And Marie Carmichael, and me.ā€™</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">49</span>
+<a name = "page49" id = "page49"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+KINMONT WILLIE</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text.</span>&mdash;There is only one
+text of this ballad, and that was printed by Scott in the
+<i>Minstrelsy</i> from ā€˜tradition in the West Bordersā€™; he adds that
+ā€˜some conjectural emendations have been absolutely necessary,ā€™ a remark
+suspicious in itself; and such modernities as the double rhymes in
+26.<sup>3</sup>, 28.<sup>3</sup>, etc., do not restore confidence.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;The forcible entry
+into Carlisle Castle and the rescue of William Armstrong, called Will of
+Kinmouth, took place on April 13, 1596; but Kinmont Willie was notorious
+as a border thief at least as early as 1584.</p>
+
+<p>The events leading up to the beginning of the ballad were as follow:
+ā€˜The keen Lord Scroopā€™ was Warden of the West-Marches of England, and
+ā€˜the bauld Buccleuchā€™ (Sir Walter Scott of Branxholm, or ā€˜Branksome
+Haā€™,ā€™ 8.<sup>2</sup>) was the Keeper of Liddesdale. To keep a periodical
+day of truce, these two sent their respective deputies, the ā€˜fause
+Sakeldeā€™ (or&nbsp;Salkeld) and a certain Robert Scott. In the latterā€™s
+company was Kinmont Willie. Business being concluded, Kinmont Willie
+took his leave, and made his way along the Scottish side of the Liddel
+river, which at that point is the boundary between England and Scotland.
+The English deputy and his party spied him from their side of the
+stream; and bearing an ancient grudge against him as a notorious
+cattle-lifter
+<span class = "pagenum">50</span>
+<a name = "page50" id = "page50"> </a>
+and thief, they pursued and captured him, and he was placed in the
+castle of Carlisle.</p>
+
+<p>This brings us to the ballad. ā€˜Hairibeeā€™ (1.<sup>4</sup>) is the
+place of execution at Carlisle. The ā€˜Liddel-rackā€™ in 3.<sup>4</sup> is a
+ford over the Liddel river. Branxholm, the Keeperā€™s Hall
+(8.<sup>2</sup>) and Stobs (16.<sup>4</sup>) are both within a few miles
+of Hawick.</p>
+
+<p>The remark in 16.<sup>2</sup> appears to be untrue: the party that
+accompanied Buccleuch certainly contained several Armstrongs, including
+four sons of Kinmont Willie, and ā€˜Dickie of Dryhopeā€™ (24.<sup>3</sup>)
+was also of that ilk; as well as two Elliots, though not Sir Gilbert,
+and four Bells. ā€˜Red Rowanā€™ was probably a Forster.</p>
+
+<p>The tune blown on the Wardenā€™s trumpets (31.<sup>3,4</sup>) is said
+to be a favourite song in Liddesdale. See Chambersā€™s <i>Book of
+Days</i>, i.&nbsp;200.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+KINMONT WILLIE</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">O have</span> ye na heard oā€™ the fause
+Sakelde?</p>
+<p class = "inset">O have ye na heard oā€™ the keen Lord Scroop?</p>
+<p>How they hae taen bauld Kinmont Willie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">On Hairibee to hang him up?</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Had Willie had but twenty men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But twenty men as stout as he,</p>
+<p>Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont taen,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wiā€™ eight score in his companie.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They band his legs beneath the steed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They tied his hands behind his back;</p>
+<p>They guarded him, fivesome on each side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">51</span>
+<a name = "page51" id = "page51"> </a>
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They led him throā€™ the Liddel-rack,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And also throā€™ the Carlisle sands;</p>
+<p>They brought him to Carlisle castell,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To be at my Lord Scroopā€™s commands.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜My hands are tied, but my tongue is free,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And whae will dare this deed avow?</p>
+<p>Or answer by the Border law?</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+6.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜haud,ā€™ hold: ā€˜reiver,ā€™ robber.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Now haud thy tongue, thou rank reiver!</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thereā€™s never a Scot shall set ye free;</p>
+<p>Before ye cross my castle-yate,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I trow ye shall take farewell oā€™ me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+7.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜lawing,ā€™ reckoning.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Fear na ye that, my lord,ā€™ quoā€™ Willie;</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜By the faith oā€™ my body, Lord Scroop,ā€™ he said,</p>
+<p>ā€˜I never yet lodged in a hostelrie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But I paid my lawing before I gaed.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Now word is gane to the bauld Keeper,</p>
+<p class = "inset">In Branksome Haā€™ where that he lay,</p>
+<p>That Lord Scroop has taen the Kinmont Willie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Between the hours of night and day.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He has taen the table wiā€™ his hand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He garrā€™d the red wine spring on hie;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Now Christā€™s curse on my head,ā€™ he said,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜But avenged of Lord Scroop Iā€™ll be!</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">52</span>
+<a name = "page52" id = "page52"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+10.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜basnet,ā€™ helmet: ā€˜curch,ā€™ kerchief.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+10.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜lightly,ā€™ insult.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O is my basnet a widowā€™s curch,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or my lance a wand of the willow-tree,</p>
+<p>Or my arm a ladyeā€™s lilye hand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That an English lord should lightly me?</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And have they taen him, Kinmont Willie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Against the truce of Border tide,</p>
+<p>And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch</p>
+<p class = "inset">Is keeper here on the Scottish side?</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And have they eā€™en taen him, Kinmont Willie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Withouten either dread or fear,</p>
+<p>And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch</p>
+<p class = "inset">Can back a steed, or shake a spear?</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+13.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜slight,ā€™ destroy.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O were there war between the lands,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As well I wot that there is none,</p>
+<p>I would slight Carlisle castell high,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thoā€™ it were builded of marble stone.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+14.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜low,ā€™ fire.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I would set that castell in a low,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And sloken it with English blood;</p>
+<p>Thereā€™s nevir a man in Cumberland</p>
+<p class = "inset">Should ken where Carlisle castell stood.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But since nae warā€™s between the lands,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And there is peace, and peace should be,</p>
+<p>Iā€™ll neither harm English lad or lass,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And yet the Kinmont freed shall be!ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">53</span>
+<a name = "page53" id = "page53"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He has callā€™d him forty marchmen bauld,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I trow they were of his ain name,</p>
+<p>Except Sir Gilbert Elliot, callā€™d</p>
+<p class = "inset">The Laird of Stobs, I mean the same.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+17.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜splent on spauld,ā€™ plate-armour on their shoulders.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+He has callā€™d him forty marchmen bauld,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Were kinsmen to the bauld Buccleuch,</p>
+<p>With spur on heel, and splent on spauld,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And gleuves of green, and feathers blue.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They were five and five before them aā€™,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wiā€™ hunting-horns and bugles bright;</p>
+<p>And five and five came wiā€™ Buccleuch,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Like Wardenā€™s men, arrayed for fight.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+19.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜broken men,ā€™ outlaws.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+And five and five like a mason-gang,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That carried the ladders lang and hie;</p>
+<p>And five and five like broken men;</p>
+<p class = "inset">And so they reached the Woodhouselee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">20.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And as we crossā€™d the Bateable Land,</p>
+<p class = "inset">When to the English side we held,</p>
+<p>The first oā€™ men that we met wiā€™,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Whae should it be but fause Sakelde!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">21.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?ā€™</p>
+<p class = "inset">Quoā€™ fause Sakelde; ā€˜come tell to me!ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜We go to hunt an English stag,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Has trespassā€™d on the Scots countrie.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">54</span>
+<a name = "page54" id = "page54"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">22.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Where be ye gaun, ye marshal-men?ā€™</p>
+<p class = "inset">Quoā€™ fause Sakelde; ā€˜come tell me true!ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜We go to catch a rank reiver,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Has broken faith wiā€™ the bauld Buccleuch.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">23.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Where are ye gaun, ye mason-lads,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wiā€™ aā€™ your ladders lang and hie?ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜We gang to herry a corbieā€™s nest,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That wons not far frae Woodhouselee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">24.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+24.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜lear,ā€™ information.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?ā€™</p>
+<p class = "inset">Quoā€™ fause Sakelde; ā€˜come tell to me!ā€™</p>
+<p>Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And the nevir a word oā€™ lear had he.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">25.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+25.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜Row,ā€™ rough.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Why trespass ye on the English side?</p>
+<p class = "inset">Row-footed outlaws, stand!ā€™ quoā€™ he;</p>
+<p>The neer a word had Dickie to say,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sae he thrust the lance throā€™ his fause bodie.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">26.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+26.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜spait,ā€™ flood.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Then on we held for Carlisle toun,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we crossā€™d;</p>
+<p>The water was great, and meikle of spait,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But the nevir a horse nor man we lost.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">27.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And when we reachā€™d the Staneshaw-bank,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The wind was rising loud and hie;</p>
+<p>And there the laird garrā€™d leave our steeds,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For fear that they should stamp and nie.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">55</span>
+<a name = "page55" id = "page55"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">28.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And when we left the Staneshaw-bank,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The wind began full loud to blaw;</p>
+<p>But ā€™twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet,</p>
+<p class = "inset">When we came beneath the castel-waā€™.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">29.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+We crept on knees, and held our breath,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till we placed the ladders against the waā€™;</p>
+<p>And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell</p>
+<p class = "inset">To mount the first before us aā€™.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">30.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He has taen the watchman by the throat,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He flung him down upon the lead:</p>
+<p>ā€˜Had there not been peace between our lands,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Upon the other side thou hadst gaed.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">31.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Now sound out, trumpets!ā€™ quoā€™ Buccleuch;</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Letā€™s waken Lord Scroop right merrilie!ā€™</p>
+<p>Then loud the Wardenā€™s trumpets blew</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Oh whae dare meddle wiā€™ me?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">32.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then speedilie to wark we gaed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And raised the slogan ane and aā€™,</p>
+<p>And cut a hole throā€™ a sheet of lead,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And so we wan to the castel-haā€™.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">33.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+33.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜stear,ā€™ stir, disturbance.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+They thought King James and aā€™ his men</p>
+<p class = "inset">Had won the house wiā€™ bow and spear;</p>
+<p>It was but twenty Scots and ten,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That put a thousand in sic a stear!</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">56</span>
+<a name = "page56" id = "page56"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">34.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+34.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜forehammers,ā€™ sledge-hammers.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Wiā€™ coulters and wiā€™ forehammers,</p>
+<p class = "inset">We garrā€™d the bars bang merrilie,</p>
+<p>Untill we came to the inner prison,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where Willie oā€™ Kinmont he did lie.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">35.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And when we cam to the lower prison,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where Willie oā€™ Kinmont he did lie:</p>
+<p>ā€˜O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Upon the morn that thouā€™s to die?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">36.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O I sleep saft, and I wake aft,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Itā€™s lang since sleeping was fleyed frae me;</p>
+<p>Gie my service back to my wyfe and bairns,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And aā€™ gude fellows that speer for me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">37.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then Red Rowan has hente him up,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The starkest man in Teviotdale:</p>
+<p>ā€˜Abide, abide now, Red Rowan,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till of my Lord Scroop I take farewell.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">38.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+38.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜maill,ā€™ rent.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroop!</p>
+<p class = "inset">My gude Lord Scroop, farewell!ā€™ he cried;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Iā€™ll pay you for my lodging-maill</p>
+<p class = "inset">When first we meet on the border-side.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">39.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then shoulder high, with shout and cry,</p>
+<p class = "inset">We bore him down the ladder lang;</p>
+<p>At every stride Red Rowan made,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I wot the Kinmontā€™s airns playā€™d clang.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">57</span>
+<a name = "page57" id = "page57"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">40.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O mony a time,ā€™ quoā€™ Kinmont Willie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜I have ridden horse baith wild and wood;</p>
+<p>But a rougher beast than Red Rowan</p>
+<p class = "inset">I ween my legs have neā€™er bestrode.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">41.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And mony a time,ā€™ quoā€™ Kinmont Willie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Iā€™ve pricked a horse out oure the furs;</p>
+<p>But since the day I backed a steed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I never wore sic cumbrous spurs.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">42.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank,</p>
+<p class = "inset">When aā€™ the Carlisle bells were rung,</p>
+<p>And a thousand men, in horse and foot,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Camā€™ wiā€™ the keen Lord Scroop along.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">43.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Buccleuch has turned to Eden Water,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Even where it flowā€™d frae bank to brim,</p>
+<p>And he has plunged in wiā€™ aā€™ his band,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And safely swam them throā€™ the stream.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">44.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He turned him on the other side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And at Lord Scroop his glove flung he:</p>
+<p>ā€˜If ye like na my visit in merry England,</p>
+<p class = "inset">In fair Scotland come visit me!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">45.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+45.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜trew,ā€™ believe.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+All sore astonished stood Lord Scroop,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He stood as still as rock of stane;</p>
+<p>He scarcely dared to trew his eyes,</p>
+<p class = "inset">When throā€™ the water they had gane.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">46.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜He is either himsell a devil frae hell,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or else his mother a witch maun be;</p>
+<p>I wad na have ridden that wan water</p>
+<p class = "inset">For aā€™ the gowd in Christentie.ā€™</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">58</span>
+<a name = "page58" id = "page58"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+THE LAIRD Oā€™ LOGIE</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is that of Scottā€™s
+<i>Minstrelsy,</i> which was repeated in Motherwellā€™s collection, with
+the insertion of one stanza, obtained from tradition, between Scottā€™s 2
+and&nbsp;3.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story</span> as told in this variant of
+the ballad is remarkably true to the historical facts.</p>
+
+<p>The Laird was John Wemyss, younger of Logie,
+a&nbsp;gentleman-in-waiting to King James <span class =
+"smallroman">VI.</span> of Scotland, and an adherent of the notorious
+Francis Stuart, Earl of Bothwell. After the failure of the two rash
+attempts of Bothwell upon the Kingā€™s person&mdash;the former at Holyrood
+House in 1591 and the second at Falkland in 1592&mdash;the Earl
+persuaded the Laird of Logie and the Laird of Burleigh to join him in a
+third attempt, which was fixed for the 7th or 9th of August 1592; but
+the King got wind of the affair, and the two Lairds were seized by the
+Duke of Lennox and ā€˜committed to ward within Dalkeith.ā€™</p>
+
+<p>The heroine of the ballad was a Danish maid-of-honour to Jamesā€™s
+Queen; her name is variously recorded as Margaret Vinstar, Weiksterne,
+Twynstoun, or Twinslace. ā€˜Carmichaelā€™ was Sir John Carmichael, appointed
+captain of the Kingā€™s guard in 1588.</p>
+
+<p>The ballad stops short at the escape of the lovers by ship. But
+history relates that the young couple were befriended by the Queen, who
+refused to comply
+<span class = "pagenum">59</span>
+<a name = "page59" id = "page59"> </a>
+with the Kingā€™s demand that May Margaret should be dismissed. Eventually
+both were received into favour again, though the Laird of Logie was
+constantly in political trouble. He died in 1599. (See a paper by
+A.&nbsp;Francis Steuart in <i>The Scots Magazine</i> for October 1899,
+p.&nbsp;387.)</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE LAIRD Oā€™ LOGIE</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">I will</span> sing, if ye will hearken,</p>
+<p class = "inset">If ye will hearken unto me;</p>
+<p>The king has taā€™en a poor prisoner,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The wanton laird oā€™ young Logie.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Young Logieā€™s laid in Edinburgh chapel,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Carmichaelā€™s the keeper oā€™ the key;</p>
+<p>And May Margaretā€™s lamenting sair,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Aā€™ for the love of Young Logie.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Lament, lament na, May Margaret,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And of your weeping let me be,</p>
+<p>For ye maun to the king himsell,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To seek the life of Young Logie.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+May Margaret has kilted her green cleiding,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And she has curlā€™d back her yellow hair;</p>
+<p>ā€˜If I canna get Young Logieā€™s life,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Farewell to Scotland for evermair!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When she came before the king,</p>
+<p class = "inset">She knelit lowly on her knee;</p>
+<p>ā€˜O whatā€™s the matter, May Margaret?</p>
+<p class = "inset">And what needs aā€™ this courtesie?ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">60</span>
+<a name = "page60" id = "page60"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜A boon, a boon, my noble liege,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A boon, a boon, I beg oā€™ thee!</p>
+<p>And the first boon that I come to crave,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Is to grant me the life oā€™ Young Logie.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O na, O na, May Margaret,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Forsooth, and so it mauna be;</p>
+<p>For aā€™ the gowd oā€™ fair Scotland</p>
+<p class = "inset">Shall not save the life oā€™ Young Logie.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+8.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜redding-kaim,ā€™ dressing-comb.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+But she has stown the kingā€™s redding-kaim,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Likewise the queen her wedding knife;</p>
+<p>And sent the tokens to Carmichael,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To cause Young Logie get his life.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+She sent him a purse oā€™ the red gowd,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Another oā€™ the white monie;</p>
+<p>She sent him a pistol for each hand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And bade him shoot when he gat free.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When he came to the Tolbooth stair,</p>
+<p class = "inset">There he let his volley flee;</p>
+<p>It made the king in his chamber start,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Eā€™en in the bed where he might be.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Gae out, gae out, my merrymen aā€™,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And bid Carmichael come speak to me,</p>
+<p>For Iā€™ll lay my life the pledge oā€™ that,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That yonā€™s the shot oā€™ Young Logie.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When Carmichael came before the king,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He fell low down upon his knee;</p>
+<p>The very first word that the king spake,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Was ā€˜Whereā€™s the laird of Young Logie?ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">61</span>
+<a name = "page61" id = "page61"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Carmichael turnā€™d him round about,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I wat the tear blinded his eye;</p>
+<p>ā€˜There came a token frae your grace,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Has taā€™en away the laird frae me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Hast thou playā€™d me that, Carmichael?</p>
+<p class = "inset">And hast thou playā€™d me that?ā€™ quoth he;</p>
+<p>ā€˜The morn the Justice Courtā€™s to stand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And Logieā€™s place ye maun supplie.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Carmichaelā€™s awa to Margaretā€™s bower,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Even as fast as he may dree;</p>
+<p>ā€˜O if Young Logie be within,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Tell him to come and speak with me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+May Margaret turnā€™d her round about,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I wat a loud laugh laughed she;</p>
+<p>ā€˜The egg is chippā€™d, the bird is flown,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Yeā€™ll see nae mair of Young Logie.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The tane is shipped at the pier of Leith,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The tother at the Queenā€™s Ferrie;</p>
+<p>And sheā€™s gotten a father to her bairn,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The wanton laird of Young Logie.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">62</span>
+<a name = "page62" id = "page62"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+CAPTAIN CAR</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from a Cottonian <span
+class = "smallroman">MS.</span> of the sixteenth century in the British
+Museum (Vesp. A.&nbsp;xxv. fol. 178). It is carelessly written, and
+words are here and there deleted and altered. I&nbsp;have allowed myself
+the liberty of choosing readings from several alternatives or
+possibilities.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;There seems to be
+no doubt that this ballad is founded upon an historical incident of
+1571. The Scottish variants are mostly called <i>Edom oā€™ Gordon</i>,
+<i>i.e.</i> Adam Gordon, who was brother to George Gordon, Earl of
+Huntly. Adam was a bold soldier; and, his clan being at variance with
+the Forbeses&mdash;on religious grounds,&mdash;he encountered them twice
+in the autumn of 1571, and inflicted severe defeat on them at the
+battles of Tuiliangus and Crabstane. In November he approached the
+castle of Towie, a&nbsp;stronghold of the Forbes clan; but the lady
+occupying it obstinately refused to yield it up, and it was burnt to the
+ground.</p>
+
+<p>It is not clear whether the responsibility of giving the order to
+fire the castle attaches to Adam Gordon or to Captain Car or Ker, who
+was Adamā€™s right-hand man. But when all is said on either side, it is
+irrational, as Child points out, to apply modern standards of morality
+or expediency to sixteenth-century warfare. It is curious that this
+text, almost contemporary with the occurrence which gave rise to the
+ballad, should be wholly concerned with Captain Car and make no mention
+of Adam Gordon.</p>
+
+<p>For the burden, see Chappell <i>Popular Music of the Olden Time</i>,
+i.&nbsp;226.</p>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">63</span>
+<a name = "page63" id = "page63"> </a>
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+CAPTAIN CAR</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">It</span> befell at Martynmas,</p>
+<p class = "inset">When wether waxed colde,</p>
+<p>Captaine Care said to his men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜We must go take a holde.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "notes">
+Burden.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜to-toweā€™ = too-too.</p>
+
+<p class = "inset2 first">
+<i>Syck, sicke, and to-towe sike,</i></p>
+<p class = "inset3"><i>And sicke and like to die;</i></p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>The sikest nighte that ever I abode,</i></p>
+<p class = "inset3"><i>God lord have mercy on me!</i></p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Haille, master, and wether you will,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And wether ye like it best;ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜To the castle of Crecrynbroghe,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And there we will take our reste.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I knowe wher is a gay castle,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Is builded of lyme and stone;</p>
+<p>Within their is a gay ladie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Her lord is riden and gone.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The ladie she lend on her castle-walle,</p>
+<p class = "inset">She loked upp and downe;</p>
+<p>There was she ware of an host of men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Come riding to the towne.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Se yow, my meri men all,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And se yow what I see?</p>
+<p>Yonder I see an host of men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I muse who they bee.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">64</span>
+<a name = "page64" id = "page64"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+She thought he had ben her wed lord,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As he comā€™d riding home;</p>
+<p>Then was it traitur Captaine Care</p>
+<p class = "inset">The lord of Ester-towne.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They wer no soner at supper sett,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Then after said the grace,</p>
+<p>Or Captaine Care and all his men</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wer lighte aboute the place.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+8.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜bande,ā€™ bond, compact.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+8.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜ere,ā€™ plough.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Gyve over thi howsse, thou lady gay,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And I will make the a bande;</p>
+<p>To-nighte thou shall ly within my armes,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To-morrowe thou shall ere my lande.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then bespacke the eldest sonne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That was both whitt and redde:</p>
+<p>ā€˜O mother dere, geve over your howsse,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or elles we shalbe deade.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I will not geve over my hous,ā€™ she saithe,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Not for feare of my lyffe;</p>
+<p>It shalbe talked throughout the land,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The slaughter of a wyffe.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+11.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜pestilett,ā€™ pistolet.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Fetch me my pestilett,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And charge me my gonne,</p>
+<p>That I may shott at yonder bloddy butcher,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The lord of Easter-towne.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Styfly upon her wall she stode,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And lett the pellettes flee;</p>
+<p>But then she myst the blody bucher,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And she slew other three.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">65</span>
+<a name = "page65" id = "page65"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+[ā€˜I will] not geve over my hous,ā€™ she saithe,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Netheir for lord nor lowne;</p>
+<p>Nor yet for traitour Captain Care,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The lord of Easter-towne.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+14.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜eare,ā€™ and 18.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜ayre,ā€™ both = heir.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I desire of Captine Care</p>
+<p class = "inset">And all his bloddye band,</p>
+<p>That he would save my eldest sonne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The eare of all my lande.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Lap him in a shete,ā€™ he sayth,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜And let him downe to me,</p>
+<p>And I shall take him in my armes,</p>
+<p class = "inset">His waran shall I be.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The captayne sayd unto him selfe:</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wyth sped, before the rest,</p>
+<p>He cut his tonge out of his head,</p>
+<p class = "inset">His hart out of his breast.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He lapt them in a handkerchef,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And knet it of knotes three,</p>
+<p>And cast them over the castell-wall,</p>
+<p class = "inset">At that gay ladye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Fye upon the, Captayne Care,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And all thy bloddy band!</p>
+<p>For thou hast slayne my eldest sonne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The ayre of all my land.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then bespake the yongest sonne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That sat on the nurseā€™s knee,</p>
+<p>Sayth, ā€˜Mother gay, geve over your house;</p>
+<p class = "inset">It smoldereth me.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">66</span>
+<a name = "page66" id = "page66"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">20.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I wold geve my gold,ā€™ she saith,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜And so I wolde my ffee,</p>
+<p>For a blaste of the westryn wind,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To dryve the smoke from thee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">21.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Fy upon the, John Hamleton,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That ever I paid the hyre!</p>
+<p>For thou hast broken my castle-wall,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And kyndled in the ffyre.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">22.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The lady gate to her close parler,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The fire fell aboute her head;</p>
+<p>She toke up her children thre,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Seth, ā€˜Babes, we are all dead.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">23.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then bespake the hye steward,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That is of hye degree;</p>
+<p>Saith, ā€˜Ladie gay, you are in close,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wether ye fighte or flee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">24.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Lord Hamleton dremā€™d in his dream,</p>
+<p class = "inset">In Carvall where he laye,</p>
+<p>His halle were all of fyre,</p>
+<p class = "inset">His ladie slayne or daye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">25.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+25.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜Busk and bowne,ā€™ make ready.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Busk and bowne, my mery men all,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Even and go ye with me;</p>
+<p>For I dremā€™d that my hall was on fyre,</p>
+<p class = "inset">My lady slayne or day.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">26.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+26.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜no dele,ā€™ in no way. Cf. <i>somedele</i>, etc.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+He buskt him and bownā€™d hym,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And like a worthi knighte;</p>
+<p>And when he saw his hall burning,</p>
+<p class = "inset">His harte was no dele lighte.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">67</span>
+<a name = "page67" id = "page67"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">27.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He sett a trumpett till his mouth,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He blew as it plesā€™d his grace;</p>
+<p>Twenty score of Hamlentons</p>
+<p class = "inset">Was light aboute the place.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">28.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+28.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜quite,ā€™ acquitted, unpunished.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Had I knowne as much yesternighte</p>
+<p class = "inset">As I do to-daye,</p>
+<p>Captaine Care and all his men</p>
+<p class = "inset">Should not have gone so quite.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">29.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Fye upon the, Captaine Care,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And all thy blody bande!</p>
+<p>Thou haste slayne my lady gay,</p>
+<p class = "inset">More wurth then all thy lande.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">30.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+30.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜ought,ā€™ owed.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜If thou had ought eny ill will,ā€™ he saith,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Thou shoulde have taken my lyffe,</p>
+<p>And have saved my children thre,</p>
+<p class = "inset">All and my lovesome wyffe.ā€™</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">68</span>
+<a name = "page68" id = "page68"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+SIR PATRICK SPENCE</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is taken from Percyā€™s
+<i>Reliques</i> (1765), vol.&nbsp;i. p.&nbsp;71, ā€˜given from two <span
+class = "smallroman">MS.</span> copies, transmitted from Scotland.ā€™ Herd
+had a very similar ballad, which substitutes a Sir Andrew Wood for the
+hero. The version of this ballad printed in most collections is that of
+Scottā€™s <i>Minstrelsy</i>, Sir Patrick Spens being the spelling
+adopted.<a class = "tag" name = "tag3" id = "tag3" href = "#note3">3</a>
+Scott compounded his ballad of two manuscript copies and a few verses
+from recitation, but the result is of unnecessary length.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;Much labour has
+been expended upon the question whether this ballad has an historical
+basis or not. From Percyā€™s ballad&mdash;the present text&mdash;we can
+gather that Sir Patrick Spence was chosen by the king to convey
+something of value to a certain destination; and later versions tell us
+that the ship is bound for Norway, the object of the voyage being either
+to bring home the king of Norwayā€™s daughter, or the Scottish kingā€™s
+daughter, or to take out the Scottish kingā€™s daughter to be queen in
+Norway. The last variation can be supported by history, Margaret,
+daughter of Alexander <span class = "smallroman">III.</span> of
+Scotland, being married in 1281 to Erik, king of Norway. Many of the
+knights and nobles who accompanied her to Norway were drowned on the
+voyage home.</p>
+
+<p>However, we need not elaborate our researches in
+<span class = "pagenum">69</span>
+<a name = "page69" id = "page69"> </a>
+the attempt to prove that the ballad is historical. It is certainly of
+English and Scottish origin, and has no parallels in the ballads of
+other lands. ā€˜Haf owre to Aberdour,ā€™ <i>i.e.</i> halfway between
+Aberdour in Buchan and the coast of Norway, lies the island of Papa
+Stronsay, on which there is a tumulus called ā€˜the Earlā€™s Knoweā€™ (knoll);
+but the tradition, that this marks the grave of Sir Patrick Spence, is
+in all probability a modern invention.</p>
+
+<p class = "footnote">
+<a name = "note3" id = "note3" href = "#tag3">3.</a>
+Coleridge, however, wrote of the ā€˜grand old ballad of Sir Patrick
+Spence.ā€™</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+SIR PATRICK SPENCE</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜Dumferling,ā€™ <i>i.e.</i> Dunfermline, on the north side
+of the Firth of Forth.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">The</span> king sits in Dumferling toune,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Drinking the blude-reid wine:</p>
+<p>ā€˜O whar will I get [a] guid sailor,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To sail this schip of mine?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Up and spak an eldern knicht,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sat at the kingā€™s richt kne:</p>
+<p>ā€˜Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor</p>
+<p class = "inset">That sails upon the se.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The king has written a braid letter,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And signā€™d it wiā€™ his hand,</p>
+<p>And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Was walking on the sand.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The first line that Sir Patrick red,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A loud lauch lauched he;</p>
+<p>The next line that Sir Patrick red,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The teir blinded his ee.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">70</span>
+<a name = "page70" id = "page70"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O wha is this has done this deid,</p>
+<p class = "inset">This ill deid don to me,</p>
+<p>To send me out this time oā€™ the yeir,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To sail upon the se!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Mak haste, mak haste, my mirry men all,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Our guid schip sails the morne:ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜O say na sae, my master deir,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Fir I feir a deadlie storme.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wiā€™ the auld moone in hir arme,</p>
+<p>And I feir, I feir, my deir master,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That we will cum to harme.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+O our Scots nobles wer richt laith</p>
+<p class = "inset">To weet their cork-heilā€™d schoone;</p>
+<p>Bot lang owre aā€™ the play wer playā€™d,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thair hats they swam aboone.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+O lang, lang may their ladies sit</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wiā€™ thair fans into their hand</p>
+<p>Or eir they se Sir Patrick Spence</p>
+<p class = "inset">Cum sailing to the land.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+O lang, lang may the ladies stand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wiā€™ thair gold kerns in their hair,</p>
+<p>Waiting for thair ain deir lords,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For theyā€™ll se thame na mair.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Haf owre, haf owre to Aberdour,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Itā€™s fiftie fadom deip,</p>
+<p>And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wiā€™ the Scots lords at his feit.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">71</span>
+<a name = "page71" id = "page71"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+FLODDEN FIELD</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from Thomas Deloneyā€™s
+<i>Pleasant History of John Winchcomb</i>,<a class = "tag" name = "tag4"
+id = "tag4" href = "#note4">4</a> the eighth edition of which, in 1619,
+is the earliest known. ā€˜In disgrace of the Soots,ā€™ says Deloney, ā€˜and in
+remembrance of the famous atchieved historie, the commons of England
+made this song, which to this day is not forgotten of many.ā€™ I suspect
+it was Deloney himself rather than the commons of England who made this
+song. A&nbsp;variant is found in Additional <span class =
+"smallroman">MS.</span> 32,380 in the British
+Museum&mdash;a&nbsp;statement which might be of interest if it were not
+qualified by the addition ā€˜formerly in the possession of J.&nbsp;Payne
+Collier.ā€™ That egregious antiquary took the pains to fill the blank
+leaves of a sixteenth-century manuscript with ballads either copied from
+their original sources, as this from Deloney, or forged by Collier
+himself; he then made a transcript in his own handwriting (Add. <span
+class = "smallroman">MS.</span> 32,381), and finally printed selections.
+In the present ballad he has inserted two or three verses of his own;
+otherwise the changes from Deloneyā€™s ballad are slight.</p>
+
+<p>A very long ballad on the same subject is in the Percy Folio, and
+similar copies in Harleian <span class = "smallroman">MSS.</span> 293
+and 367. Another is ā€˜Scotish Field,ā€™ also in the Percy Folio.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "pagenum">72</span>
+<a name = "page72" id = "page72"> </a>
+<span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;Lesley says in his
+History, ā€˜This battle was called the Field of Flodden by the Scotsmen
+and Brankston [Bramstone, 8.<sup>3</sup>] by the Englishmen, because it
+was stricken on the hills of Flodden beside a town called Brankston; and
+was stricken the ninth day of September, 1513.ā€™</p>
+
+<p>The ballad follows history closely. ā€˜Lord Thomas Howardā€™
+(6.<sup>1</sup>), uncle to the queen, escorted her to Scotland in 1503:
+ā€˜This is ground enough,ā€™ says Child, ā€˜for the balladā€™s making him her
+chamberlain ten years later.ā€™</p>
+
+<p>ā€˜Jack with a featherā€™ (12.<sup>1</sup>) is a contemptuous phrase
+directed at King Jamesā€™s rashness.</p>
+
+<p class = "footnote">
+<a name = "note4" id = "note4" href = "#tag4">4.</a>
+Reprinted from the ninth edition of 1633 by J.&nbsp;O. Halliwell
+[-Phillipps], 1859, where the ballad appears on pp. 48-9. Deloneyā€™s book
+was licensed in 1597.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+FLODDEN FIELD</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">King</span> Jamie hath made a vow,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Keep it well if he may!</p>
+<p>That he will be at lovely London</p>
+<p class = "inset">Upon Saint James his day.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Upon Saint James his day at noon,</p>
+<p class = "inset">At fair London will I be,</p>
+<p>And all the lords in merry Scotland,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They shall dine there with me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then bespake good Queen Margaret,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The tears fell from her eye:</p>
+<p>ā€˜Leave off these wars, most noble king,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Keep your fidelity.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The water runs swift and wondrous deep,</p>
+<p class = "inset">From bottom unto the brim;</p>
+<p>My brother Henry hath men good enough;</p>
+<p class = "inset">England is hard to win.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">73</span>
+<a name = "page73" id = "page73"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Away,ā€™ quoth he, ā€˜with this silly fool!</p>
+<p class = "inset">In prison fast let her lie:</p>
+<p>For she is come of the English blood,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And for those words she shall die.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+With that bespake Lord Thomas Howard,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The queenā€™s chamberlain that day:</p>
+<p>ā€˜If that you put Queen Margaret to death,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Scotland shall rue it alway.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+7.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜Mome,ā€™ dolt.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Then in a rage King James did say,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Away with this foolish mome!</p>
+<p>He shall be hanged, and the other be burned,</p>
+<p class = "inset">So soon as I come home.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+At Flodden Field the Scots came in,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Which made our English men fain;</p>
+<p>At Bramstone Green this battle was seen,</p>
+<p class = "inset">There was King Jamie slain.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then presently the Scots did fly,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Their cannons they left behind;</p>
+<p>Their ensigns gay were won all away,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Our soldiers did beat them blind.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+To tell you plain, twelve thousand were slain</p>
+<p class = "inset">That to the fight did stand,</p>
+<p>And many prisoners took that day,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The best in all Scotland.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+That day made many [a] fatherless child,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And many a widow poor,</p>
+<p>And many a Scottish gay lady</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sat weeping in her bower.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">74</span>
+<a name = "page74" id = "page74"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Jack with a feather was lapt all in leather,</p>
+<p class = "inset">His boastings were all in vain;</p>
+<p>He had such a chance, with a new morrice dance,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He never went home again.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">75</span>
+<a name = "page75" id = "page75"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+DICK Oā€™ THE COW</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is a combination of three,
+but mainly from a text which seems to have been sent to Percy in 1775.
+The other two are from Scottish tradition of the late eighteenth and
+early nineteenth centuries. I&nbsp;have made a few changes in spelling
+only. The ballad was certainly known before the end of the sixteenth
+century, as Thomas Nashe refers to it in 1596:&mdash;ā€˜<i>Dick of the
+Cow</i>, that mad Demilance Northren Borderer, who plaid his prizes with
+the Lord <i>Iockey</i> so brauelyā€™ (Nasheā€™s <i>Works</i>, ed. R.&nbsp;B.
+McKerrow, iii. p.&nbsp;5). <i>Dick at the Caw</i> occurs in a list of
+ā€˜penny merrimentsā€™ printed for, and sold by, Philip Brooksby, about
+1685.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story</span> is yet another of the
+Border ballads of the Armstrongs and Liddesdale, and tells itself in an
+admirable way.</p>
+
+<p>The ā€˜Cow,ā€™ of course, cannot refer to cattle, as the word would be
+ā€˜Kyeā€™: possibly it means ā€˜broom,ā€™ or the hut in which he lived. See
+Murrayā€™s <i>Dictionary</i>, and cp.&nbsp;9.<sup>3</sup></p>
+
+<p>ā€˜Billieā€™ means ā€˜brotherā€™; hence the quaint ā€˜billie Willie.ā€™ It is the
+same word as ā€˜bully,ā€™ used of Bottom the Weaver, which also occurs in
+the ballad of <i>Bewick and Grahame</i>, 5.<sup>2</sup> (see <a href =
+"#page102">p.&nbsp;102</a> of this volume).</p>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">76</span>
+<a name = "page76" id = "page76"> </a>
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+DICK Oā€™ THE COW</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜lidder,ā€™ lazy.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">Now</span> Liddisdale has long lain in,</p>
+<p class = "inset4"><i>Fa la</i></p>
+<p>There is no rideing there at aā€™;</p>
+<p class = "inset4"><i>Fa la</i></p>
+<p>Their horse is growing so lidder and fatt</p>
+<p class = "inset">That are lazie in the staā€™.</p>
+<p class = "inset4"><i>Fa la la didle</i></p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+2.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜billie,ā€™ brother.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+2.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜feed,ā€™ feud.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Then Johnƫ Armstrang to Willie can say,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Billie, a rideing then will we;</p>
+<p>England and us has been long at a feed;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Perhaps we may hitt of some bootie<ins class =
+"correction" title = "close quote missing">.ā€™</ins></p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then theyā€™re comā€™d on to Hutton Hall,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They rade that proper place about;</p>
+<p>But the laird he was the wiser man,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For he had left nae gear without.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then he had left nae gear to steal,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Except six sheep upon a lee;</p>
+<p>Says Johnie, ā€˜Iā€™de rather in England die,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Before their six sheep goed to Liddisdale with
+me.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+5.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜know,ā€™ hillock.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But how calā€™d they the man we last with mett,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Billie, as we came over the know?ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜That same he is an innocent fool,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And some men calls him Dick oā€™ the Cow.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">77</span>
+<a name = "page77" id = "page77"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜That fool has three as good kyne of his own</p>
+<p class = "inset">As is in aā€™ Cumberland, billie,ā€™ quoth he;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Betide my life, betide my death,</p>
+<p class = "inset">These three kyne shal go to Liddisdaile with me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then theyā€™re comā€™d on to the poor foolā€™s house,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And they have broken his wals so wide;</p>
+<p>They have loosā€™d out Dick oā€™ the Cowā€™s kyne three,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And tane three coā€™erlets off his wifeā€™s bed.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then on the morn, when the day grew light,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The shouts and crys rose loud and high;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Hold thy tongue, my wife,ā€™ he says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜And of thy crying let me bee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Hald thy tongue, my wife,ā€™ he says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜And of thy crying let me bee,</p>
+<p>And ay that where thou wants a kow,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Good sooth that I shal bring thee three.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then Dickā€™s comā€™d on to lord and master,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And I wat a drerie fool was he;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Hald thy tongue, my fool,ā€™ he says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜For I may not stand to jest with thee.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">78</span>
+<a name = "page78" id = "page78"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Shame speed aā€™ your jesting, my lord,ā€™ quoā€™ Dickie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜For nae such jesting ā€™grees with me;</p>
+<p>Liddesdaile has been in my house this last night,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And they have tane my three kyne from me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But I may nae langer in Cumberland dwel,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To be your poor fool and your leel,</p>
+<p>Unless ye give me leave, my lord,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To go to Liddisdale and steal.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜To give thee leave, my fool,ā€™ he says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Thou speaks against mine honour and me;</p>
+<p>Unless thou give me thy troth and thy right hand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thouā€™l steal frae nane but them that staā€™ from
+thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜There is my trouth and my right hand;</p>
+<p class = "inset">My head shal hing on Hairibie,</p>
+<p>Iā€™le never crose Carlele sands again,</p>
+<p class = "inset">If I steal frae a man but them that staā€™ frae
+me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Dickie has tane leave at lord and master,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And I wat a merrie fool was he;</p>
+<p>He has bought a bridle and a pair of new spurs,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And has packed them up in his breek-thigh.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">79</span>
+<a name = "page79" id = "page79"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then Dickieā€™s come on for Puddinburn,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Even as fast as he may drie;</p>
+<p>Dickieā€™s come on for Puddinburn,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where there was thirty Armstrongs and three.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Whatā€™s this comā€™d on me!ā€™ quoā€™ DickĆ«,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜What meakle waeā€™s this happenā€™d on me,ā€™ quoā€™ he,</p>
+<p>ā€˜Where here is but an innocent fool,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And there is thirty Armstrongs and three!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Yet heā€™s comā€™d up to the hall among them all;</p>
+<p class = "inset">So wel he became his courtisie;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Well may ye be, my good Lairdā€™s Jock,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But the deil bless all your companie!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Iā€™m come to plain of your man Fair Johnie Armstrong,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And syne his billie Willie,ā€™ quoā€™ he;</p>
+<p>ā€˜How they have been in my house this last night,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And they have tane my three ky frae me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">20.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+20.<sup>5</sup> ā€˜burden of batts,ā€™ all the blows he can bear.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Quoā€™ Johnie Armstrong, ā€˜Weā€™ll him hang;ā€™</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Nay,ā€™ then quoā€™ Willie, ā€˜weā€™ll him slae;ā€™</p>
+<p>But up bespake another young man,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Weā€™le nit him in a four-nooked sheet,</p>
+<p>Give him his burden of batts, and lett him gae.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">80</span>
+<a name = "page80" id = "page80"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">21.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then up bespake the good Lairdā€™s Jock,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The best falla in the companie;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Sitt thy way down a little while, DickĆ«,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And a peice of thine own cowā€™s hough Iā€™l give to
+thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">22.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+22.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜dought,ā€™ was able.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+But Dickieā€™s heart it grew so great</p>
+<p class = "inset">That never a bitt of it he dought to eat;</p>
+<p>But Dickie was warr of ane auld peat-house,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where there al the night he thought for to sleep.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">23.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then Dickie was warr of that auld peat-house,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where there al the night he thought for to ly;</p>
+<p>And aā€™ the prayers the poor fool prayā€™d was,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜I wish I had a mense for my own three kye!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">24.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then it was the use of Puddinburn,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And the house of Mangertoun, all haile!</p>
+<p>These that came not at the first call</p>
+<p class = "inset">They gott no more meat till the next meall.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">25.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+25.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜aevery,ā€™ ravenous.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The lads, that hungry and aevery was,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Above the door-head they flang the key.</p>
+<p>Dickie took good notice to that;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Says, ā€˜Thereā€™s a bootie younder for me.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">81</span>
+<a name = "page81" id = "page81"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">26.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+26.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜St. Mary knot,ā€™ a triple knot.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Then Dickieā€™s gane into the stable,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where there stood thirty horse and three;</p>
+<p>He has tyā€™d them aā€™ with St. Mary knot,</p>
+<p class = "inset">All these horse but barely three.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">27.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He has tyā€™d them aā€™ with St. Mary knot,</p>
+<p class = "inset">All these horse but barely three;</p>
+<p>He has loupen on one, taken another in his hand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And out at the door and gane is Dickie.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">28.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then on the morn, when the day grew light,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The shouts and cryes rose loud and high;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Whatā€™s that theife?ā€™ quoā€™ the good Lairdā€™s Jock,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Tel me the truth and the verity.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">29.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Whatā€™s that theife?ā€™ quoā€™ the good Lairdā€™s Jock,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜See unto me ye do not lie.</p>
+<p>Dick oā€™ the Cow has been in the stable this last nicht,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And has my brotherā€™s horse and mine frae me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">30.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Ye wad never be telā€™d it,ā€™ quoā€™ the Lairdā€™s Jock,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Have ye not found my tales fuā€™ leel?</p>
+<p>Ye wad never out of England bide,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till crooked and blind and aā€™ wad steal.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">82</span>
+<a name = "page82" id = "page82"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">31.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But will thou lend me thy bay?ā€™ Fair JohnĆ« Armstrong can say,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Thereā€™s nae mae horse loose in the stable but
+he;</p>
+<p>And Iā€™le either bring ye Dick oā€™ the Kow again.</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or the day is come that he must die.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">32.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+32.<sup>4</sup> The copy reads ā€™should no make.ā€˜</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜To lend thee my bay,ā€™ the Lairdā€™s Jock can say,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Heā€™s both worth gold and good monie;</p>
+<p>Dick oā€™ the Kow has away twa horse,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I wish no thou should make him three.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">33.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+33.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜jack,ā€™ jerkin.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+He has tane the Lairdā€™s jack on his back,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The twa-handed sword that hang leugh by his
+thigh;</p>
+<p>He has tane the steel cap on his head,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And on is he to follow Dickie.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">34.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then Dickie was not a mile off the town,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I wat a mile but barely three,</p>
+<p>Till John Armstrong has oā€™ertane Dick oā€™ the Kow,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Hand for hand on Cannobie lee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">35.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Abide thee, bide now, Dickie than,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The day is come that thou must die.ā€™</p>
+<p>Dickie looked oā€™er his left shoulder,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Johnie, has thou any mo in thy company?</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">83</span>
+<a name = "page83" id = "page83"> </a>
+<p class = "stanza">36.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜There is a preacher in our chapell,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And aā€™ the lee-lang day teaches he;</p>
+<p>When day is gane, and night is come,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thereā€™s never a word I mark but three.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">37.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The first and secondā€™s Faith and Conscience,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The third is, Johnie, Take head of thee!</p>
+<p>But what faith and conscience had thou, traitor,</p>
+<p class = "inset">When thou took my three kye frae me?</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">38.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And when thou had tane my three kye,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thou thought in thy heart thou was no wel sped;</p>
+<p>But thou sent thy billie Willie oā€™er the know,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And he took three coā€™erlets off my wifeā€™s bed.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">39.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then JohnĆ« lett a spear faā€™ leugh by his thigh,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thought well to run the innocent through,</p>
+<p>But the powers above was more than his,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He ran but the poor foolā€™s jerkin through.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">40.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+40.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜blan,ā€™ stopped.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Together they ran or ever they blan;</p>
+<p class = "inset">This was Dickie the fool, and hee;</p>
+<p>Dickie could not win to him with the blade of the sword,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But he felā€™d him with the plummet under the eye.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">84</span>
+<a name = "page84" id = "page84"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">41.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Now Dickie has felā€™d Fair JohnĆ« Armstrong,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The prettiest man in the south countrey;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Gramercie,ā€™ then can Dickie say,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜I had twa horse, thou has made me three.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">42.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He has tane the lairdā€™s jack of his back,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The twa-handed sword that hang leugh by his
+thigh;</p>
+<p>He has tane the steel cap off his head;</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Johnie, Iā€™le tel my master I met with thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">43.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When JohnĆ« wakenā€™d out of his dream,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I wat a drery man was he;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Is thou gane now, Dickie, than?</p>
+<p class = "inset">The shame gae in thy company!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">44.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Is thou gane now, Dickie, than?</p>
+<p class = "inset">The shame go in thy companie!</p>
+<p>For if I should live this hundred year,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I shal never fight with a fool after thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">45.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then Dickie comed home to lord and master,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Even as fast as he may drie.</p>
+<p>ā€˜Now, Dickie, I shal neither eat meat nor drink</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till high hanged that thou shall be!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">46.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The shame speed the liars, my lord!ā€™ quoā€™ Dickie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜That was no the promise ye made to me;</p>
+<p>For Iā€™d never gane to Liddesdale to steal</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till that I sought my leave at thee.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">85</span>
+<a name = "page85" id = "page85"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">47.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+47.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜limmer,ā€™ rascal.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But what gart thou steal the Lairdā€™s Jockā€™s horse?</p>
+<p class = "inset">And, limmer, what gart thou steal him?ā€™ quoā€™ he;</p>
+<p>ā€˜For lang might thou in Cumberland dwelt</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or the Lairdā€™s Jock had stoln ought frae thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">48.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Indeed I wat ye leeā€™d, my lord,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And even so loud as I hear ye lie;</p>
+<p>I wan him frae his man, Fair Johnƫ Armstrong,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Hand for hand on Cannobie lee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">49.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Thereā€™s the jack was on his back,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The twa-handed sword that hung leugh by his
+thigh;</p>
+<p>Thereā€™s the steel cap was on his head;</p>
+<p class = "inset">I have aā€™ these takens to lett you see.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">50.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜If that be true thou to me tels</p>
+<p class = "inset">(I trow thou dare not tel a lie),</p>
+<p>Iā€™le give thee twenty pound for the good horse,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wel telā€™d in thy cloke-lap shall be.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">51.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And Iā€™le give thee one of my best milk-kye</p>
+<p class = "inset">To maintain thy wife and children three;</p>
+<p>And that may be as good, I think,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As ony twa oā€™ thine might be.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">86</span>
+<a name = "page86" id = "page86"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">52.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The shame speed the liars, my lord!ā€™ quoā€™ Dickie;</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Trow ye ay to make a fool of me?</p>
+<p>Iā€™le either have thirty pound for the good horse,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or else heā€™s gae to Mattan fair wiā€™ me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">53.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then he has given him thirty pound for the good horse,</p>
+<p class = "inset">All in gold and good monie:</p>
+<p>He has given him one of his best milk-kye</p>
+<p class = "inset">To maintain his wife and children three.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">54.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then Dickieā€™s come down through Carlile town,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Even as fast as he may drie.</p>
+<p>The first of men that he with mett</p>
+<p class = "inset">Was my lordā€™s brother, Bailife Glazenberrie.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">55.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Well may ye be, my good Ralph Scrupe!ā€™</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Welcome, my brotherā€™s fool!ā€™ quoā€™ he;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Where did thou gett Fair Johnie Armstrongā€™s horse?ā€™</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Where did I get him but steal him,ā€™ quoā€™ he.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">56.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+56.<sup>3</sup> I have inserted ā€˜thouā€™ to complete the sense; ā€˜and,ā€™
+here and below, 60.<sup>4</sup>, meaning ā€˜if.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But will thou sell me Fair Johnie Armstrongā€™s horse?</p>
+<p class = "inset">And, billie, will thou sell him to me?ā€™ quoā€™ he;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Ay, and [thou] tel me the monie on my cloke-lap,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For thereā€™s not one farthing Iā€™le trust thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">87</span>
+<a name = "page87" id = "page87"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">57.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Iā€™le give thee fifteen pound for the good horse,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wel told on thy cloke-lap shal be;</p>
+<p>And Iā€™le give thee one of my best milk-kye</p>
+<p class = "inset">To maintain thy wife and thy children three.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">58.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The shame speed the liars, my lord!ā€™ quoā€™ DickĆ«,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Trow ye ay to make a fool of me?ā€™ quoā€™ he;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Iā€™le either have thirty pound for the good horse.</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or else heā€™s to Mattan Fair with me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">59.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He has given him thirty pound for the good horse,</p>
+<p class = "inset">All in gold and good monie;</p>
+<p>He has given him one of his best milk-kye</p>
+<p class = "inset">To maintain his wife and children three.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">60.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then Dickie lap a loup on high,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And I wat a loud laughter leugh he;</p>
+<p>ā€˜I wish the neck of the third horse were browken,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For I have a better of my own, and onie better can
+be.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">61.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then Dickie comā€™d hame to his wife again.</p>
+<p class = "inset">Judge ye how the poor fool he sped!</p>
+<p>He has given her three score of English pounds</p>
+<p class = "inset">For the three auld coā€™erlets was tane off her
+bed.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">88</span>
+<a name = "page88" id = "page88"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">62.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Hae, take thee there twa as good kye,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I trow, as all thy three might be;</p>
+<p>And yet here is a white-footed naigg,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I think heā€™le carry both thee and me.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">63.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But I may no langer in Cumberland dwell;</p>
+<p class = "inset">The Armstrongs theyā€™le hang me high.ā€™</p>
+<p>But Dickie has tane leave at lord and master,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And Burgh under Stanemuir there dwels Dickie.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">89</span>
+<a name = "page89" id = "page89"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+SIR HUGH IN THE GRIMEā€™S DOWNFALL</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> given here is comparatively
+a late one, from the Roxburghe collection (iii. 456). An earlier
+broadside, in the same and other collections, gives a longer but
+curiously corrupted version, exhibiting such perversions as ā€˜Screwā€™ for
+ā€˜Scroop,ā€™ and ā€˜Garlardā€™ for ā€˜Carlisle.ā€™</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story</span> in its full form relates
+that Sir Hugh in the Grime (Hughie Graeme or Graham) stole a mare from
+the Bishop of Carlisle, by way of retaliation for the Bishopā€™s seduction
+of his wife. He was pursued by Lord Scroop, taken, and conveyed to
+Carlisle and hanged.</p>
+
+<p>Scott suggested that Hugh Graham may have been one of four hundred
+Borderers accused to the Bishop of Carlisle of various murders and
+thefts about 1548.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+SIR HUGH IN THE GRIMEā€™S DOWNFALL</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">Good</span> Lord John is a hunting gone,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Over the hills and dales so far,</p>
+<p>For to take Sir Hugh in the Grime,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For stealing of the bishopā€™s mare.</p>
+<p class = "inset5"><i>He derry derry down</i></p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">90</span>
+<a name = "page90" id = "page90"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Hugh in the Grime was taken then</p>
+<p class = "inset">And carried to Carlisle town;</p>
+<p>The merry women came out amain,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Saying, ā€˜The name of Grime shall never go down.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+O then a jury of women was brought,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Of the best that could be found;</p>
+<p>Eleven of them spoke all at once,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Saying ā€˜The name of Grime shall never go down.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And then a jury of men was brought,</p>
+<p class = "inset">More the pity for to be!</p>
+<p>Eleven of them spoke all at once,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Saying ā€˜Hugh in the Grime, you are guilty.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Hugh in the Grime was cast to be hangā€™d,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Many of his friends did for him lack;</p>
+<p>For fifteen foot in the prisin he did jump,</p>
+<p class = "inset">With his hands tyed fast behind his back.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then bespoke our good Lady Ward,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As she set on the bench so high;</p>
+<p>ā€˜A peck of white pennys Iā€™ll give to my lord,</p>
+<p class = "inset">If heā€™ll grant Hugh Grime to me.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And if it be not full enough,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Iā€™ll stroke it up with my silver fan;</p>
+<p>And if it be not full enough,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Iā€™ll heap it up with my own hand.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">91</span>
+<a name = "page91" id = "page91"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Hold your tongue now, Lady Ward,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And of your talkitive let it be!</p>
+<p>There is never a Grime came in this court</p>
+<p class = "inset">That at thy bidding shall saved be.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then bespoke our good Lady Moor,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As she sat on the bench so high;</p>
+<p>ā€˜A yoke of fat oxen Iā€™ll give to my lord,</p>
+<p class = "inset">If heā€™ll grant Hugh Grime to me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Hold your tongue now, good Lady Moor,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And of your talkitive let it be!</p>
+<p>There is never a Grime came to this court</p>
+<p class = "inset">That at thy bidding saved shall be.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Sir Hugh in the Grime lookā€™d out of the door,</p>
+<p class = "inset">With his hand out of the bar;</p>
+<p>There he spyā€™d his father dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Tearing of his golden hair.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Hold your tongue, good father dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And of your weeping let it be!</p>
+<p>For if they bereave me of my life,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They cannot bereave me of the heavens so high.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Sir Hugh in the Grime lookā€™d out at the door;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Oh, what a sorry heart had he!</p>
+<p>There he spyā€™d his mother dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Weeping and wailing ā€˜Oh, woe is me!ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">92</span>
+<a name = "page92" id = "page92"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Hold your tongue now, mother dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And of your weeping let it be!</p>
+<p>For if they bereave me of my life,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They cannot bereave me of heavenā€™s fee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Iā€™ll leave my sword to Johnny Armstrong,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That is made of mettal so fine,</p>
+<p>That when he comes to the border-side</p>
+<p class = "inset">He may think of Hugh in the Grime.ā€™</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">93</span>
+<a name = "page93" id = "page93"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+THE DEATH OF PARCY REED</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text.</span>&mdash;There are two texts
+available for this ballad, of which the second one, here given, was said
+to have been taken down from the singing of an old woman by James Telfer
+of Liddesdale, and was so printed in Richardsonā€™s <i>Borderersā€˜ Table
+Book</i> (1846). It preserves almost the whole of the other version,
+taken from Robert Whiteā€™s papers, who recorded it in 1829; but it
+obviously bears marks of having been tampered with by Telfer. However,
+it contains certain stanzas which Child says may be regarded as
+traditional, and it is therefore preferred here.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;Percival or Parcy
+Reed was warden of the district round Troughend, a&nbsp;high tract of
+land in Redesdale. In the discharge of his duties he incurred the enmity
+of the family of Hall of Girsonsfield (two miles east of Troughend) and
+of some moss-troopers named Crosier. As the ballad shows, the treachery
+of the Halls delivered Parcy Reed into the Crosiersā€™ hands at a hut in
+Batinghope, a&nbsp;glen westward of the Whitelee stream. Local tradition
+adds to the details narrated in the ballad that Parcyā€™s wife had been
+warned by a dream of her husbandā€™s danger, and that on the following
+morning his loaf of bread happened to be turned upside
+down&mdash;a&nbsp;very bad omen.</p>
+
+<p>Further, we learn from the same source, the Crosiersā€™ barbarous
+treatment of Parcyā€™s corpse aroused the
+<span class = "pagenum">94</span>
+<a name = "page94" id = "page94"> </a>
+indignation of the neighbourhood, and they and the treacherous Halls
+were driven away.</p>
+
+<p>Girsonsfield has belonged to no one of the name of Hall as far back
+as Elizabeth, whence it is argued that the ballad is not later than the
+sixteenth century.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE DEATH OF PARCY REED</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜reaving,ā€™ robbing.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜staig,ā€™ horse; ā€˜stot,ā€™ ox.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">God</span> send the land deliverance</p>
+<p class = "inset">Frae every reaving, riding Scot!</p>
+<p>Weā€™ll sune hae neither cow nor ewe,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Weā€™ll sune hae neither staig nor stot.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The outlaws come frae Liddesdale,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They herry Redesdale far and near;</p>
+<p>The rich manā€™s gelding it maun gang,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They canna pass the puir manā€™s mear.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Sure it were weel, had ilka thief</p>
+<p class = "inset">Around his neck a halter strang;</p>
+<p>And curses heavy may they light</p>
+<p class = "inset">On traitors vile oursels amang.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Now Parcy Reed has Crosier taen,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He has delivered him to the law;</p>
+<p>But Crosier says heā€™ll do waur than that,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Heā€™ll make the tower oā€™ Troughend faā€™.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And Crosier says he will do waur,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He will do waur if waur can be;</p>
+<p>Heā€™ll make the bairns aā€™ fatherless;</p>
+<p class = "inset">And then the land it may lie lee.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">95</span>
+<a name = "page95" id = "page95"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜To the hunting, ho!ā€™ cried Parcy Reed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜The morning sun is on the dew;</p>
+<p>The cauler breeze frae off the fells</p>
+<p class = "inset">Will lead the dogs to the quarry true.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜To the hunting, ho!ā€™ cried Parcy Reed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And to the hunting he has gane;</p>
+<p>And the three fause Haā€™s oā€™ Girsonsfield</p>
+<p class = "inset">Alang wiā€™ him he has them taā€™en.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They hunted high, they hunted low,</p>
+<p class = "inset">By heathery hill and birken shaw;</p>
+<p>They raised a buck on Rooken Edge,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And blew the mort at fair Ealylawe.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They hunted high, they hunted low,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They made the echoes ring amain;</p>
+<p>With music sweet oā€™ horn and hound,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They merry made fair Redesdale glen.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They hunted high, they hunted low,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They hunted up, they hunted down,</p>
+<p>Until the day was past the prime,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And it grew late in the afternoon.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They hunted high in Batinghope,</p>
+<p class = "inset">When as the sun was sinking low.</p>
+<p>Says Parcy then, ā€˜Caā€™ off the dogs,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Weā€™ll bait our steeds and homeward go.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They lighted high in Batinghope,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Atween the brown and benty ground;</p>
+<p>They had but rested a little while,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till Parcy Reed was sleeping sound.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">96</span>
+<a name = "page96" id = "page96"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Thereā€™s nane may lean on a rotten staff,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But him that risks to get a faā€™;</p>
+<p>Thereā€™s nane may in a traitor trust,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And traitors black were every Haā€™.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Theyā€™ve stown the bridle off his steed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And theyā€™ve put water in his lang gun;</p>
+<p>Theyā€™ve fixed his sword within the sheath,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That out again it winna come.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Awaken ye, waken ye, Parcy Reed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or by your enemies be taen;</p>
+<p>For yonder are the five Crosiers</p>
+<p class = "inset">A-coming owre the Hingin-stane.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜If they be five, and we be four,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sae that ye stand alang wiā€™ me,</p>
+<p>Then every man ye will take one,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And only leave but two to me.</p>
+<p>We will them meet as brave men ought,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And make them either fight or flee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜We mayna stand, we canna stand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">We daurna stand alang wiā€™ thee;</p>
+<p>The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And they wad kill baith thee and we.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O, turn thee, turn thee, Johnnie Haā€™,</p>
+<p class = "inset">O, turn thee, man, and fight wiā€™ me;</p>
+<p>When ye come to Troughend again,</p>
+<p class = "inset">My gude black naig I will gie thee;</p>
+<p>He cost full twenty pound oā€™ gowd,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Atween my brother John and me<ins class =
+"correction" title = "period and close quote missing">.ā€™</ins></p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">97</span>
+<a name = "page97" id = "page97"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I mayna turn, I canna turn,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I daurna turn and fight wiā€™ thee;</p>
+<p>The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And they wad kill baith thee and me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">20.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O, turn thee, turn thee, Willie Haā€™,</p>
+<p class = "inset">O, turn thee, man, and fight wiā€™ me;</p>
+<p>When ye come to Troughend again,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A yoke oā€™ owsen Iā€™ll gie thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">21.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I mayna turn, I canna turn,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I daurna turn and fight wiā€™ thee;</p>
+<p>The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And they wad kill baith thee and me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">22.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O, turn thee, turn thee, Tommy Haā€™,</p>
+<p class = "inset">O, turn now, man, and fight wiā€™ me;</p>
+<p>If ever we come to Troughend again,</p>
+<p class = "inset">My daughter Jean Iā€™ll gie to thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">23.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I mayna turn, I canna turn,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I daurna turn, and fight wiā€™ thee;</p>
+<p>The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And they wad kill baith thee and me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">24.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O, shame upon ye, traitors aā€™!</p>
+<p class = "inset">I wish your hames ye may never see;</p>
+<p>Yeā€™ve stown the bridle off my naig,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And I can neither fight nor flee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">25.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Yeā€™ve stown the bridle off my naig,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And yeā€™ve put water iā€™ my lang gun;</p>
+<p>Yeā€™ve fixed my sword within the sheath,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That out again it winna come.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">98</span>
+<a name = "page98" id = "page98"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">26.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+26.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜graithed,ā€™ accoutred.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+He had but time to cross himselā€™,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A prayer he hadna time to say,</p>
+<p>Till round him came the Crosiers keen,</p>
+<p class = "inset">All riding graithed, and in array.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">27.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Weel met, weel met, now, Parcy Reed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thou art the very man we sought;</p>
+<p>Owre lang hae we been in your debt,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Now will we pay you as we ought.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">28.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+28.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜fankit,ā€™ entangled.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Weā€™ll pay thee at the nearest tree,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where we shall hang thee like a hound;ā€™</p>
+<p>Brave Parcy raisā€™d his fankit sword,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And fellā€™d the foremost to the ground.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">29.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Alake, and wae for Parcy Reed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Alake, he was an unarmed man;</p>
+<p>Four weapons pierced him all at once,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As they assailed him there and than.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">30.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They fell upon him all at once,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They mangled him most cruellie;</p>
+<p>The slightest wound might caused his deid,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And they hae giā€™en him thirty-three:</p>
+<p>They hacket off his hands and feet,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And left him lying on the lee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">31.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+31.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜the airt oā€™,ā€™ <i>i.e.</i> in the direction of.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Now, Parcy Reed, weā€™ve paid our debt,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Ye canna weel dispute the tale,ā€™</p>
+<p>The Crosiers said, and off they rade;</p>
+<p class = "inset">They rade the airt oā€™ Liddesdale.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">99</span>
+<a name = "page99" id = "page99"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">32.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+It was the hour oā€™ gloaming gray,</p>
+<p class = "inset">When herds come in frae fauld and pen;</p>
+<p>A herd he saw a huntsman lie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Says he, ā€˜Can this be Laird Troughenā€™?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">33.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€™Thereā€™s some will caā€™ me Parcy Reed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And some will caā€™ me Laird Troughenā€™;</p>
+<p>Itā€™s little matter what they caā€™ me,</p>
+<p class = "inset">My faes hae made me ill to ken.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">34.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Thereā€™s some will caā€™ me Parcy Reed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And speak my praise in tower and town</p>
+<p>Itā€™s little matter what they do now,</p>
+<p class = "inset">My life-blood rudds the heather brown.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">35.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Thereā€™s some will caā€™ me Parcy Reed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And aā€™ my virtues say and sing;</p>
+<p>I would much rather have just now</p>
+<p class = "inset">A draught oā€™ water frae the spring.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">36.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The herd flung aff his clouted shoon,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And to the nearest fountain ran;</p>
+<p>He made his bonnet serve a cup,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And wan the blessing oā€™ the dying man.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">37.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Now, honest herd, you maun do mair,&mdash;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Ye maun do mair as I you tell;</p>
+<p>You maun bear tidings to Troughend,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And bear likewise my last farewell.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">38.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜A farewell to my wedded wife,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A farewell to my brother John,</p>
+<p>Wha sits into the Troughend tower,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wiā€™ heart as black as any stone.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">100</span>
+<a name = "page100" id = "page100"> </a>
+<p class = "stanza">39.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜A farewell to my daughter Jean,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A farewell to my young sons five;</p>
+<p>Had they been at their fatherā€™s hand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I had this night been man alive.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">40.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜A farewell to my followers aā€™,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And aā€™ my neighbours gude at need;</p>
+<p>Bid them think how the treacherous Haā€™s</p>
+<p class = "inset">Betrayed the life oā€™ Parcy Reed.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">41.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The laird oā€™ Clennel bears my bow,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The laird oā€™ Brandon bears my brand;</p>
+<p>Wheneā€™er they ride iā€™ the Border side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Theyā€™ll mind the fate oā€™ the laird Troughend.ā€™</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">101</span>
+<a name = "page101" id = "page101"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+BEWICK AND GRAHAME</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from several broadsides
+and chap-books, but mainly depends on a stall-copy entitled <i>The Song
+of Bewick and Grahame</i>, approximately dated 1740. Sir Walter Scott
+considered this ballad ā€˜remarkable, as containing probably the very
+latest allusion to the institution of brotherhood in armsā€™ (see
+14.<sup>4</sup>, and the use of the word ā€˜bullyā€™); but Child strongly
+suspects there was an older and better copy than those extant, none of
+which is earlier than the eighteenth century.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story</span> is concerned with two
+fathers, who boast about their sons, and cause the two lads to fight.
+Christy Graham is faced with the dilemma of fighting either his father
+or his brother-in-arms, and decides to meet the latter; but, should he
+kill his friend, he determines not to return alive. Young Bewick takes a
+similar vow. They fight two hours, and at last an ā€˜ackwardā€™ stroke kills
+Bewick, and Christy falls on his sword. The two fathers lament, and the
+ballad-singer finishes by putting the blame on them.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+BEWICK AND GRAHAME</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">Old</span> Grahame he is to Carlisle gone,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where Sir Robert Bewick there met he;</p>
+<p>In arms to the wine they are gone,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And drank till they were both merry.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">102</span>
+<a name = "page102" id = "page102"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Old Grahame he took up the cup,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And said, ā€˜Brother Bewick, hereā€™s to thee,</p>
+<p>And hereā€™s to our two sons at home,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For they live best in our country.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Nay, were thy son as good as mine,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And of some books he could but read,</p>
+<p>With sword and buckler by his side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To see how he could save his head.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜They might have been callā€™d two bold brethren</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where ever they did go or ride;</p>
+<p>They might have been callā€™d two bold brethren,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They might have crackā€™d the Border-side.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+5.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜bully,ā€™ = billie, brother. See page 75.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Thy son is bad, and is but a lad,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And bully to my son cannot be;</p>
+<p>For my son Bewick can both write and read,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And sure I am that cannot he.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I put him to school, but he would not learn,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I bought him books but he would not read;</p>
+<p>But my blessing heā€™s never have</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till I see how his hand can save his head.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">103</span>
+<a name = "page103" id = "page103"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Old Grahame called for an account,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And he askā€™d what was for to pay;</p>
+<p>There he paid a crown, so it went round,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Which was all for good wine and hay.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Old Grahame is into the stable gone,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where stood thirty good steeds and three;</p>
+<p>Heā€™s taken his own steed by the head,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And home rode he right wantonly.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When he came home, there did he espy</p>
+<p class = "inset">A loving sight to spy or see,</p>
+<p>There did he espy his own three sons,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Young Christy Grahame, the foremost was he.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+There did he espy his own three sons,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Young Christy Grahame, the foremost was he;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Where have you been all day, father,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That no counsel you would take by me?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Nay, I have been in Carlisle town,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where Sir Robert Bewick there met me;</p>
+<p>He said thou was bad, and callā€™d thee a lad,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And a baffled man by thou I be.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜He said thou was bad, and callā€™d thee a lad,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And bully to his son cannot be;</p>
+<p>For his son Bewick can both write and read,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And sure I am that cannot thee.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">104</span>
+<a name = "page104" id = "page104"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I put thee to school, but thou would not learn,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I bought thee books, but thou would not read;</p>
+<p>But my blessing thouā€™s never have</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till I see with Bewick thou can save thy head.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Oh, pray forbear, my father dear;</p>
+<p class = "inset">That ever such a thing should be!</p>
+<p>Shall I venture my body in field to fight</p>
+<p class = "inset">With a man thatā€™s faith and troth to me?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Whatā€™s that thou sayst, thou limmer loon?</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or how dare thou stand to speak to me?</p>
+<p>If thou do not end this quarrel soon,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Here is my glove, thou shalt fight me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Christy stoopā€™d low unto the ground,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Unto the ground, as youā€™ll understand;</p>
+<p>ā€˜O father, put on your glove again,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The wind hath blown it from your hand.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Whatā€™s that thou sayst, thou limmer loon?</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or how dare thou stand to speak to me?</p>
+<p>If thou do not end this quarrel soon,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Here is my hand, thou shalt fight me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Christy Grahame is to his chamber gone,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And for to study, as well might be,</p>
+<p>Whether to fight with his father dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or with his bully Bewick he.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">105</span>
+<a name = "page105" id = "page105"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜If it be my fortune my bully to kill,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As you shall boldly understand,</p>
+<p>In every town that I ride through,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Theyā€™ll say, There rides a brotherless man!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">20.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Nay, for to kill my bully dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I think it will be a deadly sin;</p>
+<p>And for to kill my father dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The blessing of heaven I neā€™er shall win.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">21.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O give me your blessing, father,ā€™ he said,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜And pray well for me for to thrive;</p>
+<p>If it be my fortune my bully to kill,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I swear Iā€™ll neā€™er come home alive.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">22.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He put on his back a good plate-jack,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And on his head a cap of steel,</p>
+<p>With sword and buckler by his side;</p>
+<p class = "inset">O gin he did not become them well!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">23.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O fare thee well, my father dear!</p>
+<p class = "inset">And fare thee well, thou Carlisle town!</p>
+<p>If it be my fortune my bully to kill,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I swear Iā€™ll neā€™er eat bread again.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">24.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+24.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜belive,ā€™ soon.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Now weā€™ll leave talking of Christy Grahame,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And talk of him again belive;</p>
+<p>But we will talk of bonny Bewick,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where he was teaching his scholars five.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">106</span>
+<a name = "page106" id = "page106"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">25.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Now when he had learnā€™d them well to fence,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To handle their swords without any doubt,</p>
+<p>Heā€™s taken his own sword under his arm,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And walkā€™d his fatherā€™s close about.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">26.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+26.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜farleys,ā€™ wonders, novelties.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+He lookā€™d between him and the sun,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To see what farleys he could see;</p>
+<p>There he spyā€™d a man with armour on,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As he came riding over the lee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">27.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I wonder much what man yon be</p>
+<p class = "inset">That so boldly this way does come;</p>
+<p>I think it is my nighest friend,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I think it is my bully Grahame.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">28.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O welcome, O welcome, bully Grahame!</p>
+<p class = "inset">O man, thou art my dear, welcome!</p>
+<p>O man, thou art my dear, welcome!</p>
+<p class = "inset">For I love thee best in Christendom.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">29.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Away, away, O bully Bewick,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And of thy bullyship let me be!</p>
+<p>The day is come I never thought on;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Bully, Iā€™m come here to fight with thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">30.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O no! not so, O bully Grahame!</p>
+<p class = "inset">That eā€™er such a word should spoken be!</p>
+<p>I was thy master, thou was my scholar;</p>
+<p class = "inset">So well as I have learned thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">107</span>
+<a name = "page107" id = "page107"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">31.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜My father he was in Carlisle town,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where thy father Bewick there met he;</p>
+<p>He said I was bad, and he callā€™d me a lad,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And a baffled man by thou I be.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">32.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Away, away, O bully Grahame,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And of all that talk, man, let us be!</p>
+<p>Weā€™ll take three men of either side</p>
+<p class = "inset">To see if we can our fathers agree.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">33.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Away, away, O bully Bewick,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And of thy bullyship let me be!</p>
+<p>But if thou <ins class = "correction"
+title = "text reads ā€˜heā€™">be</ins> a man, as I trow thou art,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Come over this ditch and fight with me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">34.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O no, not so, my bully Grahame!</p>
+<p class = "inset">That eā€™er such a word should spoken be!</p>
+<p>Shall I venture my body in field to fight</p>
+<p class = "inset">With a man thatā€™s faith and troth to me?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">35.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Away, away, O bully Bewick,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And of all that care, man, let us be!</p>
+<p>If thou be a man, as I trow thou art,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Come over this ditch and fight with me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">36.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Now, if it be my fortune thee, Grahame, to kill,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As Godā€™s willā€™s, man, it all must be:</p>
+<p>But if it be my fortune thee, Grahame, to kill,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€™Tis home again Iā€™ll never gae.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">108</span>
+<a name = "page108" id = "page108"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">37.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Thou art then of my mind, bully Bewick,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And sworn-brethren will we be;</p>
+<p>If thou be a man, as I trow thou art,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Come over this ditch and fight with me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">38.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He flang his cloak from off his shoulders,</p>
+<p class = "inset">His psalm-book out of his hand flung he,</p>
+<p>He clapā€™d his hand upon the hedge,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And oā€™er lap he right wantonly.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">39.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When Grahame did see his bully come,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The salt tear stood long in his eye;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Now needs must I say that thou art a man,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That dare venture thy body to fight with me.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">40.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Now I have a harness on my back;</p>
+<p class = "inset">I know that thou hath none on thine;</p>
+<p>But as little as thou hath on thy back,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sure as little shall there be on mine.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">41.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He flang his jack from off his back,</p>
+<p class = "inset">His steel cap from his head flang he;</p>
+<p>Heā€™s taken his sword into his hand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Heā€™s tyed his horse unto a tree.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">42.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Now they fell to it with two broad swords,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For two long hours fought Bewick and he;</p>
+<p>Much sweat was to be seen on them both,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But never a drop of blood to see.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">109</span>
+<a name = "page109" id = "page109"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">43.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Now Grahame gave Bewick an ackward stroke,</p>
+<p class = "inset">An ackward stroke surely struck he;</p>
+<p>He struck him now under the left breast,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Then down to the ground as dead fell he.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">44.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Arise, arise, O bully Bewick,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Arise, and speak three words to me!</p>
+<p>Whether this be thy deadly wound,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or God and good surgeons will mend thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">45.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O horse, O horse, O bully Grahame,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And pray do get thee far from me!</p>
+<p>Thy sword is sharp, it hath wounded my heart,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And so no further can I gae.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">46.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O horse, O horse, O bully Grahame,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And get thee far from me with speed!</p>
+<p>And get thee out of this country quite!</p>
+<p class = "inset">That none may know whoā€™s done the deed.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">47.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O if this be true, my bully dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The words that thou dost tell to me,</p>
+<p>The vow I made, and the vow Iā€™ll keep;</p>
+<p class = "inset">I swear Iā€™ll be the first to die.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">48.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+48.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜moudie-hill,ā€™ mole-hill.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Then he stuck his sword in a moudie-hill,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where he lap thirty good foot and three;</p>
+<p>First he bequeathed his soul to God,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And upon his own sword-point lap he.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">110</span>
+<a name = "page110" id = "page110"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">49.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Now Grahame he was the first that died,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And then came Robin Bewick to see;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Arise, arise, O son,ā€™ he said,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜For I see thouā€™s won the victory.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">50.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Arise, arise, O son,ā€™ he said,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜For I see thouā€™s won the victory;ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜Father, could ye not drunk your wine at home,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And letten me and my brother be?</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">51.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Nay, dig a grave both low and wide,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And in it us two pray bury;</p>
+<p>But bury my bully Grahame on the sun-side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For Iā€™m sure heā€™s won the victory.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">52.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Now weā€™ll leave talking of these two brethren,</p>
+<p class = "inset">In Carlisle town where they lie slain,</p>
+<p>And talk of these two good old men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where they were making a pitiful moan.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">53.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+With that bespoke now Robin Bewick;</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜O man, was I not much to blame?</p>
+<p>I have lost one of the liveliest lads</p>
+<p class = "inset">That ever was bred unto my name.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">54.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+With that bespoke my good lord Grahame;</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜O man, I have lost the better block;</p>
+<p>I have lost my comfort and my joy,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I have lost my key, I have lost my lock.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">111</span>
+<a name = "page111" id = "page111"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">55.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Had I gone through all Ladderdale,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And forty horse had set on me,</p>
+<p>Had Christy Grahame been at my back,</p>
+<p class = "inset">So well as he would guarded me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">56.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+I have no more of my song to sing,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But two or three words to you Iā€™ll name;</p>
+<p>But ā€™twill be talkā€™d in Carlisle town</p>
+<p class = "inset">That these two old men were all the blame.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">112</span>
+<a name = "page112" id = "page112"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from Motherwellā€™s
+<i>Minstrelsy</i>. He received the ballad from Charles Kirkpatrick
+Sharp. In Maidmentā€™s <i>North Countrie Garland</i> there is a similar
+version with a number of small verbal differences.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;Frendraught in
+Aberdeenshire, and Rothiemay in Banffshire, lie on opposite sides of the
+Deveron, which separates the counties. A&nbsp;feud began (as&nbsp;the
+result of a dispute over fishing rights) between Crichton of Frendraught
+and Gordon of Rothiemay, and in a fight on the first day of the year
+1630, Rothiemay and others were killed. Kinsmen of both parties were
+involved; and though the broil was temporarily settled, another soon
+sprang up. The Lord John of the ballad was Viscount Melgum, the second
+son of the Marquis of Huntly, who was appealed to as a peacemaker
+between the factions of Leslie and Crichton. Lord John and Rothiemay
+were sent by the Marquis to escort Frendraught to his home,
+a&nbsp;precaution rendered necessary by the knowledge that the Leslies
+were in ambuscade. Arrived at Frendraught, the laird and lady entreated
+the two young men to remain the night, and eventually prevailed on them
+to do&nbsp;so.</p>
+
+<p>However (though it was long disputed whether the fire was an accident
+or not), it seems that the ancient grudge against Rothiemay moved
+Frendraught to
+<span class = "pagenum">113</span>
+<a name = "page113" id = "page113"> </a>
+sacrifice ā€˜a great quantity of silver, both coined and uncoined,ā€™ in the
+firing of his house for the sake of burning Rothiemay.</p>
+
+<p>Sophia Hay (25.<sup>1</sup>) was the daughter of the Earl of Erroll,
+and Viscount Melgumā€™s wife. The last two lines of the ballad are not
+easily explained, as the lady is recorded to have been deeply attached
+to her husband; but it is possible that they have been inserted from a
+similar stanza in some other ballad.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">The</span> eighteenth of October,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A dismal tale to hear</p>
+<p>How good Lord John and Rothiemay</p>
+<p class = "inset">Was both burnt in the fire.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When steeds was saddled and well bridled,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And ready for to ride,</p>
+<p>Then out it came her false Frendraught,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Inviting them to bide.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Said, ā€˜Stay this night untill we sup,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The morn untill we dine;</p>
+<p>ā€™Twill be a token of good ā€™greement</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€™Twixt your good Lord and mine.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Weā€™ll turn again,ā€™ said good Lord John;</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜But no,ā€™ said Rothiemay,</p>
+<p>ā€˜My steedā€™s trapanā€™d, my bridleā€™s broken,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I fear the day Iā€™m fey.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">114</span>
+<a name = "page114" id = "page114"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When mass was sung, and bells was rung,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And all men bound for bed,</p>
+<p>Then good Lord John and Rothiemay</p>
+<p class = "inset">In one chamber was laid.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They had not long cast off their cloaths,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And were but now asleep,</p>
+<p>When the weary smoke began to rise,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Likewise the scorching heat.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O waken, waken, Rothiemay!</p>
+<p class = "inset">O waken, brother dear!</p>
+<p>And turn you to our Saviour;</p>
+<p class = "inset">There is strong treason here.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When they were dressed in their cloaths,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And ready for to boun,</p>
+<p>The doors and windows was all secured,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The roof-tree burning down.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He did him to the wire-window</p>
+<p class = "inset">As fast as he could gang;</p>
+<p>Says ā€˜Wae to the hands put in the stancheons!</p>
+<p class = "inset">For out weā€™ll never win.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When he stood at the wire-window,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Most doleful to be seen,</p>
+<p>He did espy her Lady Frendraught,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Who stood upon the green.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">115</span>
+<a name = "page115" id = "page115"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Cried ā€˜Mercy, mercy, Lady Frendraught,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Will ye not sink with sin?</p>
+<p>For first your husband killed my father,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And now you burn his son.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+O then out spoke her Lady Frendraught,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And loudly did she cry;</p>
+<p>ā€˜It were great pity for good Lord John,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But none for Rothiemay;</p>
+<p>But the keys are casten in the deep draw well,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Ye cannot get away.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+While he stood in this dreadful plight,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Most piteous to be seen,</p>
+<p>There called out his servant Gordon,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As he had frantic been.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O loup, O loup, my dear master!</p>
+<p class = "inset">O loup and come to me!</p>
+<p>Iā€™ll catch you in my arms two,</p>
+<p class = "inset">One foot I will not flee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O loup, O loup, my dear master!</p>
+<p class = "inset">O loup and come away!</p>
+<p>Iā€™ll catch you in my arms two,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But Rothiemay may lie.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+16.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜twin,ā€™ part.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The fish shall never swim in the flood,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Nor corn grow through the clay,</p>
+<p>Nor the fiercest fire that was ever kindled</p>
+<p class = "inset">Twin me and Rothiemay.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">116</span>
+<a name = "page116" id = "page116"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But I cannot loup, I cannot come,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I cannot win to thee;</p>
+<p>My headā€™s fast in the wire-window,</p>
+<p class = "inset">My feet burning from me.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜My eyes are seething in my head,</p>
+<p class = "inset">My flesh roasting also,</p>
+<p>My bowels are boiling with my blood;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Is not that a woeful woe?</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Take here the rings from my white fingers,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That are so long and small,</p>
+<p>And give them to my lady fair,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where she sits in her hall.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">20.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜So I cannot loup, I cannot come,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I cannot loup to thee;</p>
+<p>My earthly part is all consumed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">My spirit but speaks to thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">21.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Wringing her hands, tearing her hair,</p>
+<p class = "inset">His lady she was seen,</p>
+<p>And thus addressed his servant Gordon,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where he stood on the green.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">22.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O wae be to you, George Gordon!</p>
+<p class = "inset">An ill death may you die!</p>
+<p>So safe and sound as you stand there</p>
+<p class = "inset">And my lord bereaved from me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">23.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I bad him loup, I bad him come,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I bad him loup to me;</p>
+<p>Iā€™d catch him in my arms two,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A foot I should not flee.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">117</span>
+<a name = "page117" id = "page117"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">24.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜He threw me the rings from his white fingers,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Which were so long and small,</p>
+<p>To give to you, his lady fair,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where you sat in your hall.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">25.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Sophia Hay, Sophia Hay,</p>
+<p class = "inset">O bonny Sophia was her name,</p>
+<p>Her waiting-maid put on her cloaths,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But I wot she tore them off again.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">26.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And aft she cried, ā€˜Ohon! alas! alas!</p>
+<p class = "inset">A sair heartā€™s ill to win;</p>
+<p>I wan a sair heart when I married him,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And the day itā€™s well returnā€™d again.ā€™</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">118</span>
+<a name = "page118" id = "page118"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+GEORDIE</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from Johnsonā€™s
+<i>Museum</i>, communicated by Robert Burns.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;Some editors have
+identified the hero of the ballad with George Gordon, fourth earl of
+Huntly, but upon what grounds it is difficult to see.</p>
+
+<p>There are two English broadside ballads, of the first and second
+halves respectively of the seventeenth century, which are either the
+originals of, or copies from, the Scottish ballad, which exists in many
+variants. The earlier is concerned with ā€˜the death of a worthy gentleman
+named George Stoole,ā€™ ā€˜to a delicate Scottish tune,ā€™ and the second is
+called ā€˜The Life and Death of George of Oxford. To a pleasant tune,
+called Poor Georgy.ā€™ One of the Scottish versions has a burden
+resembling that of ā€˜George Stoole.ā€™</p>
+
+<p>The ā€˜battle in the northā€™ and Sir Charles Hay are not identified.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+GEORDIE</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜wyte,ā€™ blame.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">There</span> was a battle in the north,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And nobles there was many,</p>
+<p>And they hae killed Sir Charlie Hay,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And they laid the wyte on Geordie.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">119</span>
+<a name = "page119" id = "page119"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+O he has written a lang letter,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He sent it to his lady:</p>
+<p>ā€˜Ye maun cum up to Enbrugh town,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To see what wordā€™s oā€™ Geordie.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+3.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜wallowt,ā€™ drooped.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+When first she lookā€™d the letter on,</p>
+<p class = "inset">She was both red and rosy;</p>
+<p>But she had na read a word but twa</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till she wallowt like a lily.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+4.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜menyie,ā€™ attendants.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Gar get to me ray gude grey steed;</p>
+<p class = "inset">My menyie aā€™ gae wiā€™ me;</p>
+<p>For I shall neither eat nor drink</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till Enbrugh town shall see me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And she has mountit her gude grey steed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Her menyie aā€™ gaed wiā€™ her,</p>
+<p>And she did neither eat nor drink</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till Enbrugh town did see her,</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And first appearā€™d the fatal block,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And syne the aix to head him,</p>
+<p>And Geordie cuminā€™ down the stair,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And bands oā€™ airn upon him.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But thoā€™ he was chainā€™d in fetters strang,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Oā€™ airn and steel sae heavy,</p>
+<p>There was na ane in aā€™ the court</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sae braā€™ a man as Geordie.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">120</span>
+<a name = "page120" id = "page120"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+O sheā€™s down on her bended knee;</p>
+<p class = "inset">I wat sheā€™s pale and weary:</p>
+<p>ā€˜O pardon, pardon, noble king,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And gie me back my dearie!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I hae born seven sons to my Geordie dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The seventh neā€™er saw his daddie,</p>
+<p>O pardon, pardon, noble king,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Pity a waefuā€™ lady!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Gar bid the headinā€™-man mak haste,ā€™</p>
+<p class = "inset">Our king replyā€™d fuā€™ lordly:</p>
+<p>ā€˜O noble king, tak aā€™ thatā€™s mine,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But gie me back my Geordie!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The Gordons cam, the Gordons ran,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And they were stark and steady,</p>
+<p>And ay the word amang them aā€™</p>
+<p class = "inset">Was ā€˜Gordons, keep you ready!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+An aged lord at the kingā€™s right hand</p>
+<p class = "inset">Says ā€˜Noble king, but hear me;</p>
+<p>Gar her tell down five thousand pound,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And gie her back her dearie.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Some gae her marks, some gae her crowns,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Some gae her dollars many,</p>
+<p>And sheā€™s tellā€™d down five thousand pound,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And sheā€™s gotten again her dearie.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+14.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜bouk,ā€™ body.</p>
+
+<p class = "notes">
+14.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜Or,ā€™ ere; ā€˜tint,ā€™ lost.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+She blinkit blythe in her Geordieā€™s face,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Says ā€˜Dear Iā€™ve bought thee, Geordie;</p>
+<p>But there sud been bluidy bouks on the green</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or I had tint my laddie.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">121</span>
+<a name = "page121" id = "page121"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He claspit her by the middle smaā€™,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And he kist her lips sae rosy:</p>
+<p>ā€˜The fairest flower oā€™ woman-kind</p>
+<p class = "inset">Is my sweet bonnie lady!ā€™</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">122</span>
+<a name = "page122" id = "page122"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+THE BARON OF BRACKLEY</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from Alexander Laingā€™s
+<i>Scarce Ancient Ballads</i> (1822). A&nbsp;similar version occurs in
+Buchanā€™s <i>Gleanings</i> (1825). Professor Gummere, in printing the
+first text, omits six stanzas, on the assumption that they represent
+part of a second ballad imperfectly incorporated. But I think the ballad
+can be read as it stands below, though doubtless ā€˜his ladieā€™sā€™ remark,
+st. 11, is out of place.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story</span> seems to be a combination
+of at least two. An old Baron of Brackley, ā€˜an honest aged man,ā€™ was
+slain in 1592 by ā€˜cateransā€™ or freebooters who had been entertained
+hospitably by him. In 1666 John Gordon of Brackley began a feud with
+John Farquharson of Inverey by seizing some cattle or
+horses&mdash;accounts differ&mdash;by way of fines due for taking fish
+out of season. This eventually led to the slaying of Brackley and
+certain of his adherents.</p>
+
+<p>Professor Child suspects a commixture of the two episodes in the one
+ballad, or more probably, a&nbsp;grafting of a later ballad on to an
+earlier one. The character of the Baron as revealed in the ballad more
+closely resembles that of the 1592 episode, while the details of the
+fray are in keeping with the later story.</p>
+
+<p>ā€˜Peggy,ā€™ the Baronā€™s wife, was Margaret Burnet, cousin to Gilbert,
+Bishop of Salisbury. After Brackleyā€™s death she married again, but not
+her husbandā€™s murderer, as the end of our ballad scandalously
+suggests.</p>
+
+<p>Brackley is near Ballater, about forty miles west of Aberdeen.</p>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">123</span>
+<a name = "page123" id = "page123"> </a>
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE BARON OF BRACKLEY</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜yett,ā€™ gate.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">Inverey</span> cam doun Deeside, whistlinā€™ and
+playinā€™,</p>
+<p>He was at brave Braikleyā€™s yett ere it was dawinā€™.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He rappit fuā€™ loudly anā€™ wiā€™ a great roar,</p>
+<p>Cried, ā€˜Cum doun, cum doun, Braikley, and open the door.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Are ye sleepinā€™, Baronne, or are ye wakinā€™?</p>
+<p>Therā€™s sharpe swords at your yett, will gar your blood spin.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Open the yett, Braikley, and lat us within,</p>
+<p>Till we on the green turf gar your bluid rin.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+5.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜spulyie,ā€™ spoil.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Out spak the brave baronne, owre the castell-waā€™;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Are ye cum to spulyie and plunder mi haā€™?</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But gin ye be gentlemen, licht and cum in:</p>
+<p>Gin ye drink oā€™ my wine, yeā€™ll nae gar my bluid spin.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+7.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜widifuā€™s,ā€™ gallows-birds (lit. ā€˜halter-fullsā€™).</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Gin ye be hirā€™d widifuā€™s, ye may gang by,</p>
+<p>Ye may gang to the lowlands and steal their fat ky.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">124</span>
+<a name = "page124" id = "page124"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+8.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜rievers,ā€™ robbers; ā€˜ketterinā€™ = cateran, marauder
+freebooter.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Ther spulyie like rievers oā€™ wyld ketterin clan,</p>
+<p>Who plunder unsparing baith houses and lanā€™.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Gin ye be gentlemen, licht and cum [in],</p>
+<p>Therā€™s meat and drink iā€™ my haā€™ for every man.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Gin ye be hired widifuā€™s, ye may gang by,</p>
+<p>Gang doun to the lowlands, and steal horse and ky.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Up spak his ladie, at his bak where she lay,</p>
+<p>ā€˜Get up, get up, Braikley, an be not afraid;</p>
+<p>Theā€™r but young hirā€™d widifuā€™s wiā€™ belted plaids.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Cum kiss me, mi Peggy, Iā€™le nae langer stay,</p>
+<p>For I will go out and meet Inverey.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But haud your tongue, Peggy, and mak nae sic din,</p>
+<p>For yon same hirā€™d widifuā€™s will prove themselves men.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+14.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜rocks,ā€™ distaffs.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+She called on her marys, they cam to her hand;</p>
+<p>Cries, ā€˜Bring me your rocks, lassies, we will them command.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">125</span>
+<a name = "page125" id = "page125"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Get up, get up, Braikley, and turn bak your ky,</p>
+<p>Or me and mi women will them defy.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Cum forth then, mi maidens, and show them some play;</p>
+<p>Weā€™ll ficht them, and shortly the cowards will fly.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Gin I had a husband, whereas I hae nane,</p>
+<p>He woud nae ly iā€™ his bed and see his ky taen.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Therā€™s four-and-twenty milk-whit calves, twal oā€™ them ky,</p>
+<p>In the woods oā€™ Glentanner, itā€™s ther thei aā€™ ly.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Therā€™s goat iā€™ the Etnach, and sheep oā€™ the brae,</p>
+<p>An aā€™ will be plunderā€™d by young Inverey.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">20.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Now haud your tongue, Peggy, and gie me a gun,</p>
+<p>Yeā€™ll see me gae furth, but Iā€™ll never cum in.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">21.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Call mi brother William, mi unkl also,</p>
+<p>Mi cousin James Gordon; weā€™ll mount and weā€™ll go.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">22.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When Braikley was ready and stood iā€™ the closs,</p>
+<p>He was the bravest baronne that eā€™er mounted horse.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">126</span>
+<a name = "page126" id = "page126"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">23.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Whan all wer assembled oā€™ the castell green,</p>
+<p>No man like brave Braikley was ther to be seen.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">24.</p>
+<p class = "missing first">
+&nbsp;.....</p>
+<p>ā€˜Turn bak, brother William, ye are a bridegroom;</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">25.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Wiā€™ bonnie Jean Gordon, the maid oā€™ the mill;</p>
+<p>Oā€™ sichinā€™ and sobbinā€™ sheā€™ll soon get her fill.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">26.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Iā€™m no coward, brother, ā€™tis kenā€™d Iā€™m a man;</p>
+<p>Iā€™ll ficht iā€™ your quarral as langā€™s I can stand.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">27.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Iā€™ll ficht, my dear brother, wiā€™ heart and gudewill,</p>
+<p>And so will young Harry that lives at the mill.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">28.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But turn, mi dear brother, and nae langer stay:</p>
+<p>Whatā€™ll cum oā€™ your ladie, gin Braikley thei slay?</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">29.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Whatā€™ll cum oā€™ your ladie and bonnie young son?</p>
+<p>O whatā€™ll cum oā€™ them when Braikley is gone?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">30.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I never will turn: do you think I will fly?</p>
+<p>But here I will ficht, and here I will die.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">127</span>
+<a name = "page127" id = "page127"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">31.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Strik, dogs,ā€™ crys Inverey, ā€˜and ficht till yeā€™re slayn,</p>
+<p>For we are four hundred, ye are but four men.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">32.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Strik, strik, ye proud boaster, your honour is gone,</p>
+<p>Your lands we will plunder, your castell weā€™ll burn.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">33.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+At the head oā€™ the Etnach the battel began,</p>
+<p>At Little Auchoilzie thei killā€™d the first man.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">34.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+First thei killā€™d ane, and soon they killā€™d twa,</p>
+<p>Thei killā€™d gallant Braikley, the flour oā€™ them aā€™.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">35.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Thei killā€™d William Gordon, and James oā€™ the Knox,</p>
+<p>And brave Alexander, the flour oā€™ Glenmuick.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">36.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+What sichinā€™ and moaning was heard iā€™ the glen,</p>
+<p>For the Baronne oā€™ Braikley, who basely was slayn!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">37.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Cam ye bi the castell, and was ye in there?</p>
+<p>Saw ye pretty Peggy tearing her hair?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">38.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Yes, I cam by Braikley, and I gaed in there,</p>
+<p>And there saw his ladie braiding her hair.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">128</span>
+<a name = "page128" id = "page128"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">39.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜She was rantinā€™, and dancinā€™, and singinā€™ for joy,</p>
+<p>And vowinā€™ that nicht she woud feest Inverey.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">40.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜She eat wiā€™ him, drank wiā€™ him, welcomā€™d him in,</p>
+<p>Was kind to the man that had slain her baronne.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">41.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Up spake the son on the nouriceā€™s knee,</p>
+<p>ā€˜Gin I live to be a man, revenged Iā€™ll be.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">42.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Therā€™s dool iā€™ the kitchin, and mirth iā€™ the haā€™,</p>
+<p>The Baronne oā€™ Braikley is dead and awaā€™.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">129</span>
+<a name = "page129" id = "page129"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+THE GIPSY LADDIE</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from Motherwellā€™s <span
+class = "smallroman">MS.</span>, a&nbsp;copy from tradition in
+Renfrewshire in 1825. The ballad exists both in English and Scottish,
+and though the English ballad is probably derived from the Scottish, it
+was the first in print. It is also called <i>Johnnie Faa</i>.
+Motherwell, in printing an elaborated version of the following text
+(<i>Minstrelsy</i>, 1827, p.&nbsp;360), called it <i>Gypsie
+Davy</i>.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The
+Story.</span>&mdash;Singers&mdash;presumably gipsies&mdash;entice Lady
+Cassillis down to hear them, and cast glamour on her. She follows their
+chief, Gipsy Davy, but finds (stt. 5 and&nbsp;6) that the conditions are
+changed. Her lord misses her, seeks her ā€˜throā€™ nations many,ā€™ and finds
+her drinking with the gipsy chief. He asks her to return home with him.
+At this point the present version becomes difficult, and the bearing of
+st. 12 is not apparent. We may gather that the lady returned home with
+her husband, as he proceeded to hang sixteen of the gipsies.</p>
+
+<p>This version calls the lady ā€˜Jeanie Faw,ā€™ but the majority call the
+gipsy chief Johnnie Faa, which is a well-known name amongst gipsies, and
+occurs as early as 1540 as the name of the ā€˜lord and earl of Little
+Egypt.ā€™ Gipsies being expelled from Scotland by Act of Parliament in
+1609, a&nbsp;Captain Johnnƫ Faa and seven others were hanged in 1624 for
+disobeying the ordinance, and this execution is sufficient to account
+for the introduction of the name into a ballad of this kind.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "pagenum">130</span>
+<a name = "page130" id = "page130"> </a>
+The ballad has no certain connection with the Cassillis family, and it
+has been suggested that the word is simply a corruption of ā€˜castle,ā€™ the
+original beginning of the ballad being</p>
+
+<div class = "poem intro">
+<p>ā€˜The gipsies came to the castle-gate.ā€™</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>If this be so, the present form of the ballad illustrates admirably
+two methods of corruption by tradition.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE GIPSY LADDIE</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">There</span> cam singers to Earl Cassillisā€™
+gates,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And oh, but they sang bonnie!</p>
+<p>They sang sae sweet and sae complete,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till down cam the earlā€™s lady.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+2.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜weel-faurā€™d,ā€™ well-favoured.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+She cam tripping down the stair,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And all her maids before her;</p>
+<p>As soon as they saw her weel-faurā€™d face</p>
+<p class = "inset">They coost their glamourye owre her.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They gave her oā€™ the gude sweet-meats,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The nutmeg and the ginger,</p>
+<p>And she gied them a far better thing,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Ten gold rings aff her finger.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Tak from me my silken cloak,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And bring me down my plaidie;</p>
+<p>For it is good eneuch,ā€™ she said,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜To follow a Gipsy Davy.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">131</span>
+<a name = "page131" id = "page131"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+5.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜a wheen,ā€™ a pack [of].</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Yestreen I rode this water deep,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And my gude lord beside me;</p>
+<p>But this nicht I maun set in my pretty fit and wade,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A wheen blackguards wading wiā€™ me,</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Yestreen I lay in a fine feather-bed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And my gude lord beyond me;</p>
+<p>But this nicht I maun lie in some cauld tenantā€™s-barn,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A wheen blackguards waiting on me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Come to thy bed, my bonny Jeanie Faw,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Come to thy bed, my dearie,</p>
+<p>For I do swear by the top oā€™ my spear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thy gude lordā€™ll nae mair come near thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When her gude lord cam hame at nicht,</p>
+<p class = "inset">It was asking for his fair ladye;</p>
+<p>One spak slow, and another whisperā€™d out,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Sheā€™s awaā€™ wiā€™ Gipsey Davy!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Come saddle to me my horse,ā€™ he said;</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Come saddle and mak him readie!</p>
+<p>For Iā€™ll neither sleep, eat, nor drink,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till I find out my lady.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They socht her up, they socht her doun,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They socht her throā€™ nations many,</p>
+<p>Till at length they found her out in Abbey dale,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Drinking wiā€™ Gipsey Davy.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">132</span>
+<a name = "page132" id = "page132"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Rise, oh, rise! my bonny Jeanie Faw;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Oh, rise, and do not tarry!</p>
+<p>Is this the thing ye promised to me</p>
+<p class = "inset">When at first I did thee marry?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They drank her cloak, so did they her goun,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They drank her stockings and her shoon,</p>
+<p>And they drank the coat that was nigh to her smock,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And they pawned her pearled apron.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They were sixteen clever men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Suppose they were na bonnie;</p>
+<p>They are aā€™ to be hangā€™d on ae tree,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For the stealing oā€™ Earl Cassilisā€™ lady.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜We are sixteen clever men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">One woman was aā€™ our mother;</p>
+<p>We are aā€™ to be hanged on ae day,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For the stealing of a wanton lady.ā€™</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">133</span>
+<a name = "page133" id = "page133"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+BESSY BELL AND MARY GRAY</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from Sharpeā€™s <i>Ballad
+Book</i>. A&nbsp;parody of this ballad, concerning an episode of the end
+of the seventeenth century, shows it to have been popular not long after
+its making. In England it has become a nursery rhyme (see Halliwellā€™s
+<i>Nursery Rhymes</i>, p.&nbsp;246).</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;In 1781 a Major
+Barry, then owner of Lednock, recorded the following tradition. Mary
+Gray was the daughter of the Laird of Lednock, near Perth, and Bessy
+Bell was the daughter of the Laird of Kinvaid, a&nbsp;neighbouring
+place. Both were handsome, and the two were intimate friends. Bessy Bell
+being come on a visit to Mary Gray, they retired, in order to avoid an
+outbreak of the plague, to a bower built by themselves in a romantic
+spot called Burnbraes, on the side of Branchie-burn, three-quarters of a
+mile from Lednock House. The ballad does not say <i>how</i> the ā€˜pest
+cam,ā€™ but tradition finds a cause for their deaths by inventing a young
+man, in love with both, who visited them and brought the infection. They
+died in the bower, and were buried in the Dranoch-haugh (ā€˜Stronach
+haugh,ā€™ 3.<sup>3</sup>), near the bank of the river Almond. The grave is
+still visited by pious pilgrims.</p>
+
+<p>Major Barry mentions 1666 as the year, but the plague did not reach
+Scotland in that year. Probably the year in question was 1645, when the
+district was ravaged with the pestilence.</p>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">134</span>
+<a name = "page134" id = "page134"> </a>
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+BESSY BELL AND MARY GRAY</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜bigget,ā€™ built.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜theekit,ā€™ thatched.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">O Bessie</span> Bell and Mary Gray,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They war twa bonnie lasses;</p>
+<p>They bigget a bower on yon burn-brae,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And theekit it oā€™er wiā€™ rashes.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They theekit it oā€™er wiā€™ rashes green,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They theekit it oā€™er wiā€™ heather;</p>
+<p>But the pest cam frae the burrows-town,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And slew them baith thegither.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+3.<sup>4</sup> <i>i.e.</i> to bask beneath the sun.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+They thought to lie in Methven kirk-yard,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Amang their noble kin;</p>
+<p>But they maun lye in Stronach haugh,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To biek forenent the sin.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They war twa bonnie lasses;</p>
+<p>They bigget a bower on yon burn-brae,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And theekit it oā€™er wiā€™ rashes.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">135</span>
+<a name = "page135" id = "page135"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+SIR JAMES THE ROSE</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from Motherwellā€™s
+<i>Minstrelsy</i> (1827). It is based on a stall-copy, presumably
+similar to one preserved by Sir Walter Scott at Abbotsford, combined
+with a version from recitation, which Child none the less calls ā€˜well
+remembered from print.ā€™</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story</span> has no historical
+foundation, as far as can be discovered; and for once we have a
+traditional tale inculcating a moral, though we do not understand why
+the ā€˜nouriceā€™ betrays Sir James to his enemies.</p>
+
+<p>Michael Bruce wrote a version of the story of this ballad, which
+seems to have become more popular than the ballad itself. It may be seen
+in A.&nbsp;B. Grosartā€™s edition of his works (1865), p.&nbsp;197.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+SIR JAMES THE ROSE</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">O heard</span> ye of Sir James the Rose,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The young heir of Buleighan?</p>
+<p>For he has killed a gallant squire,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And his friends are out to take him.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Now heā€™s gone to the house of Marr,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where the Nourice was his leman;</p>
+<p>To seek his dear he did repair,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thinking she would befriend him.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">136</span>
+<a name = "page136" id = "page136"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Where are you going, Sir James?ā€™ she says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Or where now are you riding?ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜Oh, I am bound to a foreign land,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For now Iā€™m under hiding.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Where shall I go? where shall I run?</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where shall I go to hide me?</p>
+<p>For I have killed a gallant squire,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And theyā€™re seeking to slay me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O go ye down to yon ale-house,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And Iā€™ll there pay your lawinā€™;</p>
+<p>And if I be a maiden true,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Iā€™ll meet you in the dawinā€˜.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€™Iā€™ll no go down to yon ale-house,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For you to pay my lawinā€™;</p>
+<p>Thereā€™s forty shillings for one supper,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Iā€™ll stay inā€™t till the dawinā€˜.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+7.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜brechan,ā€™ plaid.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Heā€™s turned him richt and round about,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And rowed him in his brechan;</p>
+<p>And he has gone to take his sleep,</p>
+<p class = "inset">In the lowlands of Buleighan.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He had not weel gone out oā€™ sicht,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Nor was he past Millstrethen,</p>
+<p>Till four-and-twenty belted knights,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Came riding owre the Lethan.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">137</span>
+<a name = "page137" id = "page137"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O have ye seen Sir James the Rose,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The young heir of Buleighan?</p>
+<p>For he has killed a gallant squire,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And weā€™re sent out to take him.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O I have seen Sir James,ā€™ she says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜For he passed here on Monday;</p>
+<p>If the steed be swift that he rides on,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Heā€™s past the gates oā€™ London.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+As they rode on man after man,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Then she cried out behind them,</p>
+<p>ā€˜If you do seek Sir James the Rose,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Iā€™ll tell you where youā€™ll find him.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Seek ye the bank abune the mill,</p>
+<p class = "inset">In the lowlands of Buleighan;</p>
+<p>And there youā€™ll find Sir James the Rose,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Lying sleeping in his brechan.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜You must not wake him out of sleep,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Nor yet must you affright him,</p>
+<p>Till you drive a dart quite through his heart,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And through his body pierce him.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They sought the bank abune the mill,</p>
+<p class = "inset">In the lowlands of Buleighan,</p>
+<p>And there they found Sir James the Rose,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Lying sleeping in his brechan.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Up then spake Sir John the Graeme</p>
+<p class = "inset">Who had the charge a-keeping,</p>
+<p>ā€˜It shall neā€™er be said, dear gentlemen,</p>
+<p class = "inset">We killed a man when a-sleeping<ins class =
+"correction" title = "close quote missing">.ā€™</ins></p>
+<span class = "pagenum">138</span>
+<a name = "page138" id = "page138"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They seized his broad sword and his targe,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And closely him surrounded;</p>
+<p>And when he waked out of his sleep,</p>
+<p class = "inset">His senses were confounded.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O pardon, pardon, gentlemen,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Have mercy now upon me.ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜Such as you gave, such you shall have,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And so we fall upon thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Donald, my man, wait me upon,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And Iā€™ll gie you my brechan;</p>
+<p>And if you stay here till I die,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Youā€™ll get my trews of tartan.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜There is fifty pounds in my pocket,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Besides my trews and brechan,</p>
+<p>Yeā€™ll get my watch and diamond ring,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And take me to Loch-Largan.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">20.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Now theyā€™ve taā€™en out his bleeding heart,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And stuck it on a spear,</p>
+<p>Then took it to the House of Marr,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And gave it to his dear.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">21.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But when she saw his bleeding heart,</p>
+<p class = "inset">She was like one distracted,</p>
+<p>She wrung her hands and tore her hair,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Crying, ā€˜Oh! what have I acted.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">22.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Itā€™s for your sake, Sir James the Rose,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That my poor heartā€™s a-breaking;</p>
+<p>Cursed be the day I did thee betray,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thou brave knight oā€™ Buleighan.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">139</span>
+<a name = "page139" id = "page139"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">23.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then up she rose, and forth she goes,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And in that fatal hour</p>
+<p>She bodily was borne away,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And never was seen more.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">24.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But where she went was never kent;</p>
+<p class = "inset">And so, to end the matter,</p>
+<p>A traitorā€™s end you may depend</p>
+<p class = "inset">Can never be no better.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">140</span>
+<a name = "page140" id = "page140"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+CLYDEā€™S WATER</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from the Skene <span
+class = "smallroman">MS.</span>, but I have omitted the three final
+lines, which do not make a complete stanza, and, when compared with
+Scottā€™s ā€˜Old Ladyā€™sā€™ version, are obviously corrupt. The last verse
+should signify that the mothers of Willie and Meggie went up and down
+the bank saying, ā€˜Clydeā€™s water has done us wrong!ā€™</p>
+
+<p>The ballad is better known as <i>Willie and May Margaret</i>.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;Willie refuses his
+motherā€™s request to stay at home, as he wishes to visit his true-love.
+The mother puts her malison, or curse, upon him, but he rides off. Clyde
+is roaring, but Willie says, ā€˜Drown me as I come back, but spare me as I
+go,ā€™ which is Martialā€™s</p>
+
+<div class = "poem intro">
+<p>ā€˜Parcite dum propero, mergite cum redeo,ā€™</p></div>
+
+<p>and occurs in other English broadsides. Meggie will not admit Willie,
+and he rides away. Meggie awakes, and learns that she has dismissed her
+true-love in her sleep. Our ballad is deficient here, but it is obvious
+from st.&nbsp;19 that both lovers are drowned. We must understand,
+therefore, that Meggie follows Willie across Clyde. A&nbsp;variant of
+the ballad explains that she found him ā€˜in the deepest potā€™ in all
+Clydeā€™s water, and drowned herself.</p>
+
+<p>Child notes that there is a very popular Italian
+<span class = "pagenum">141</span>
+<a name = "page141" id = "page141"> </a>
+ballad of much the same story, except that the motherā€™s curse is on the
+girl and not the man.</p>
+
+<p>There is a curious change in the style of spelling from stanza 15 to
+the end.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+CLYDEā€™S WATER</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">ā€˜Ye</span> gie corn unto my horse,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Anā€™ meat unto my man,</p>
+<p>For I will gae to my true-loveā€™s gates</p>
+<p class = "inset">This night, gin that I can.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O stay at hame this ae night, Willie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">This ae bare night wiā€™ me;</p>
+<p>The best bed in aā€™ my house</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sall be well made to thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I carena for your beds, mither,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I carena ae pin,</p>
+<p>For Iā€™ll gae to my loveā€™s gates</p>
+<p class = "inset">This night, gin I can win.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O stay, my son Willie, this night,</p>
+<p class = "inset">This ae night wiā€™ me;</p>
+<p>The best hen in aā€™ my roost</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sall be well made ready for thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I carena for your hens, mither,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I carena ae pin;</p>
+<p>I sall gae to my loveā€™s gates</p>
+<p class = "inset">This night, gin I can win.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">142</span>
+<a name = "page142" id = "page142"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+6.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜malisen,ā€™ curse.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Gin ye winna stay, my son Willie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">This ae bare night wiā€™ me,</p>
+<p>Gin Clydeā€™s water be deep and fuā€™ oā€™ flood,</p>
+<p class = "inset">My malisen drown ye!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+7.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜fleyt,ā€™ frightened.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+He rode up yon high hill,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Anā€™ down yon dowie glen;</p>
+<p>The roaring oā€™ Clydeā€™s water</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wad hae fleyt ten thousand men.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O spare me, Clydeā€™s water,</p>
+<p class = "inset">O spare me as I gae!</p>
+<p>Mak me your wrack as I come back,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But spare me as I gae!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He rade in, and farther in,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till he came to the chin;</p>
+<p>And he rade in, and farther in,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till he came to dry lanā€™.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And whan he came to his loveā€™s gates,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He tirled at the pin.</p>
+<p>ā€˜Open your gates, Meggie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Open your gates to me,</p>
+<p>For my beets are fuā€™ oā€™ Clydeā€™s water,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And the rain rains oure my chin.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I hae nae lovers therout,ā€™ she says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜I hae nae love within;</p>
+<p>My true-love is in my arms twa,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Anā€™ nane will I lat in.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">143</span>
+<a name = "page143" id = "page143"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Open your gates, Meggie, this ae night,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Open your gates to me;</p>
+<p>For Clydeā€™s water is fuā€™ oā€™ flood,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Anā€™ my mitherā€™s malisonā€™ll drown me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Ane oā€™ my chamers is fuā€™ oā€™ corn,ā€™ she says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Anā€™ ane is fuā€™ oā€™ hay;</p>
+<p>Anither is fuā€™ oā€™ gentlemen,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Anā€™ they winna move till day.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+14.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜read,ā€™ interpret.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+14.<sup>6</sup> ā€˜standing,ā€™ <i>staring</i> in manuscript.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Out waked her May Meggie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Out oā€™ her drousy dream:</p>
+<p>ā€˜I dreamed a dream sin the yestreen,</p>
+<p class = "inset">(God read aā€™ dreams to guid!)</p>
+<p>That my true-love Willie</p>
+<p class = "inset">Was standing at my bed-feet.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Now lay ye still, my ae dochter,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Anā€™ keep my back fra the <ins class = "correction"
+title = "error for 'caā€™'?">callā€™</ins>,</p>
+<p>For itā€™s na the space of hafe an hour</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sen he gad fra yer <ins class = "correction" title =
+"error for 'haā€™'?">hallā€™</ins>.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Anā€™ hey, Willie, anā€™ hoa, Willie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Winne ye turn agen?ā€™</p>
+<p>But ay the louder that she crayed</p>
+<p class = "inset">He rod agenst the wind.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He rod up yon high hill,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Anā€™ doun yon douey den;</p>
+<p>The roring that was in Clideā€™s water</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wad haā€™ flayed ten thousand men.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">144</span>
+<a name = "page144" id = "page144"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He road in, anā€™ farder in,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till he came to the chine;</p>
+<p>Anā€™ he road in, anā€™ farder in,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Bat never mare was seen.</p>
+
+<p class = "missing first">&nbsp;.....</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+19.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜sneed,ā€™ snood, fillet.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Ther was na mare seen of that guid lord</p>
+<p class = "inset">Bat his hat frae his head;</p>
+<p>There was na mare seen of that lady</p>
+<p class = "inset">Bat her comb anā€™ her sneed.</p>
+
+<p class = "missing first">&nbsp;.....</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">145</span>
+<a name = "page145" id = "page145"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+KATHARINE JAFFRAY</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from Herdā€™s <span class
+= "smallroman">MSS.</span>, two copies showing a difference of one word
+and a few spellings. Stt. 3 and&nbsp;5 are interchanged for the sake of
+the sense.</p>
+
+<p>Many copies of this ballad exist (Child prints a dozen), but this one
+is both the shortest and simplest.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;In <i>The Cruel
+Brother</i> (First Series, p.&nbsp;76) it was shown that a lover must
+ā€˜speak to the brotherā€™ of his lady. Here the lesson, it seems, is that
+he must ā€˜tell the lass herselfā€™ before her wedding-day. Katharine,
+however, not only proves her faith to her first lover (her ā€˜grass-greenā€™
+dress, 10.<sup>2</sup>, shows an ill-omened marriage), but prefers the
+Scot to the Southron. This lesson the ballad drives home in the last two
+verses.</p>
+
+<p>Presumably Scott founded <i>Young Lochinvar</i> on the story of this
+ballad, as in six versions the Scots laird bears that name.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+KATHARINE JAFFRAY</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">There</span> livā€™d a lass in yonder dale,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And doun in yonder glen, O,</p>
+<p>And Kathā€™rine Jaffray was her name,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Well known by many men, O.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Out came the Laird of Lauderdale,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Out frae the South Countrie,</p>
+<p>All for to court this pretty maid,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Her bridegroom for to be.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">146</span>
+<a name = "page146" id = "page146"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He has teld her father and mither baith,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And aā€™ the rest oā€™ her kin,</p>
+<p>And has teld the lass hersell,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And her consent has win.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then came the Laird of Lochinton,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Out frae the English border,</p>
+<p>All for to court this pretty maid,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Well mounted in good order.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Heā€™s teld her father and mither baith,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As I hear sindry say,</p>
+<p>But he has nae teld the lass hersell,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till on her wedding day.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When day was set, and friends were met,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And married to be,</p>
+<p>Lord Lauderdale came to the place,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The bridal for to see.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O are you come for sport, young man?</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or are you come for play?</p>
+<p>Or are you come for a sight oā€™ our bride,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Just on her wedding day?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Iā€™m nouther come for sport,ā€™ he says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Nor am I come for play;</p>
+<p>But if I had one sight oā€™ your bride,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Iā€™ll mount and ride away.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+There was a glass of the red wine</p>
+<p class = "inset">Fillā€™d up them atween,</p>
+<p>And ay she drank to Lauderdale,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wha her true-love had been.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">147</span>
+<a name = "page147" id = "page147"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then he took her by the milk-white hand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And by the grass-green sleeve,</p>
+<p>And he mounted her high behind him there,</p>
+<p class = "inset">At the bridegroom he askt nae leive.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then the blude run down by Cowden Banks,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And down by Cowden Braes,</p>
+<p>And ay she gard the trumpet sound,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜O this is foul, foul play!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Now aā€™ ye that in England are,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or are in England born,</p>
+<p>Come nere to Scotland to court a lass,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or else yeā€™l get the scorn.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+13.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜haik ye up,ā€™ kidnap (<i>Jamieson</i>), but ? delude, or
+keep in suspense.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+They haik ye up and settle ye by,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till on your wedding day,</p>
+<p>And gie ye frogs instead oā€™ fish,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And play ye foul, foul play.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">148</span>
+<a name = "page148" id = "page148"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+LIZIE LINDSAY</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from Kinlochā€™s <span
+class = "smallroman">MSS.</span> He obtained it from Mearnsshire, and
+remarks that according to the tradition of that district the heroine was
+said to have been a daughter of Lindsay of Edzell, though he had
+searched in vain for genealogical confirmation of the tradition.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;ā€˜Ballads of this
+description,ā€™ says Professor Child, ā€˜are peculiarly liable to
+interpolation and debasement.ā€™ In this version the most offending stanza
+is the tenth; and the extra two lines in stt. 22 and 24 also appear to
+be unnecessary. The anapaestic metre of this version should be
+noted.</p>
+
+<p>The ballad was and is a great favourite with singers, and the tune
+may be found in several of the collections of Scottish songs.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+LIZIE LINDSAY</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">It</span>ā€™s of a young lord oā€™ the
+Hielands,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A bonnie braw castle had he,</p>
+<p>And he says to his lady mither,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜My boon ye will grant to me:</p>
+<p>Sall I gae to Edinbruch city,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And fesh hame a lady wiā€™ me?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Ye may gae to Edinbruch city,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And fesh hame a lady wiā€™ thee,</p>
+<p>But see that ye bring her but flattā€™rie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And court her in grit povertie.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">149</span>
+<a name = "page149" id = "page149"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜My coat, mither, sall be oā€™ the plaiden,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A tartan kilt oure my knee,</p>
+<p>Wiā€™ hosens and brogues and the bonnet;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Iā€™ll court her wiā€™ nae flattā€™rie.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Whan he cam to Edinbruch city,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He playā€™d at the ring and the baā€™,</p>
+<p>And saw monie a bonnie young ladie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But Lizie Lindsay was first oā€™ them aā€™.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Syne, dressā€™d in his Hieland grey plaiden,</p>
+<p class = "inset">His bonnet abune his eā€™e-bree,</p>
+<p>He called on fair Lizie Lindsay;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Says, ā€˜Lizie, will ye fancy me?</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And gae to the Hielands, my lassie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And gae, gae wiā€™ me?</p>
+<p>O gae to the Hielands, Lizie Lindsay,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Iā€™ll feed ye on curds and green whey.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And yeā€™se get a bed oā€™ green bracken;</p>
+<p class = "inset">My plaidie will hap thee and me;</p>
+<p>Yeā€™se lie in my arms, bonnie Lizie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">If yeā€™ll gae to the Hielands wiā€™ me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O how can I gae to the Hielands</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or how can I gae wiā€™ thee,</p>
+<p>Whan I dinna ken whare Iā€™m gaing,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Nor wha I hae to gae wiā€˜?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+9.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜dey,ā€™ dairy-woman.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜My father, he is an auld shepherd,</p>
+<p class = "inset">My mither, she is an auld dey;</p>
+<p>My name it is Donald Macdonald,</p>
+<p class = "inset">My name Iā€™ll never deny.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">150</span>
+<a name = "page150" id = "page150"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O Donald, Iā€™ll gie ye five guineas</p>
+<p class = "inset">To sit ae hour in my room,</p>
+<p>Till I tak aff your ruddy picture;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Whan I haeā€™t, Iā€™ll never think lang.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I dinna care for your five guineas;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Itā€™s ye thatā€™s the jewel to me;</p>
+<p>Iā€™ve plenty oā€™ kye in the Hielands,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To feed ye wiā€™ curds and green whey.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And yeā€™se get a bonnie blue plaidie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wiā€™ red and green strips throā€™ it aā€™;</p>
+<p>And Iā€™ll be the lord oā€™ your dwalling,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And thatā€™s the best picture avaā€™.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And I am laird oā€™ aā€™ my possessions;</p>
+<p class = "inset">The king canna boast oā€™ na mair;</p>
+<p>And yeā€™se hae my true heart in keeping,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thereā€™ll be na ither eā€™en hae a share.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Sae gae to the Hielands, my lassie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">O gae awaā€™ happy wiā€™ me;</p>
+<p>O gae to the Hielands, Lizie Lindsay.</p>
+<p class = "inset">And hird the wee lammies wiā€™ me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O how can I gae wiā€™ a stranger,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Oure hills and oure glens frae my hame?ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜I tell ye I am Donald Macdonald;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Iā€™ll ever be proud oā€™ my name.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Doun cam Lizie Lindsayā€™s ain father,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A knicht oā€™ a noble degree;</p>
+<p>Says, ā€˜If ye do steal my dear daughter,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Itā€™s hangit ye quickly sall be.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">151</span>
+<a name = "page151" id = "page151"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+On his heel he turnā€™d round wiā€™ a bouncie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And a licht lauch he did gie;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Thereā€™s nae law in Edinbruch city</p>
+<p class = "inset">This day that can dare to hang me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then up bespak Lizieā€™s best woman,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And a bonnie young lass was she;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Had I but a mark in my pouchie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Itā€™s Donald that I wad gae wiā€˜.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+19.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜bare-houghā€™d,ā€™ with bare thighs.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O Helen, wad ye leave your coffer,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And aā€™ your silk kirtles sae braw,</p>
+<p>And gang wiā€™ a bare-houghā€™d puir laddie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And leave father, mither, and aā€™?</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">20.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+20.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜warlock,ā€™ wizard.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But I think heā€™s a witch or a warlock,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or something oā€™ that fell degree,</p>
+<p>For Iā€™ll gae awaā€™ wiā€™ young Donald,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Whatever my fortune may be.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">21.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then Lizie laid doun her silk mantle,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And put on her waiting-maidā€™s goun,</p>
+<p>And aff and awaā€™ to the Hielands</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sheā€™s gane wiā€™ this young shepherd loun.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">22.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Throā€™ glens and oure mountains they wanderā€™d,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till Lizie had scantlie a shoe;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Alas and ohone!ā€™ says fair Lizie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Sad was the first day I saw you!</p>
+<p>I wish I war in Edinbruch city;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Fuā€™ sair, sair this pastime I rue.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">152</span>
+<a name = "page152" id = "page152"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">23.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+23.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜shieling,ā€™ hut.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O haud your tongue now, bonnie Lizie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For yonderā€™s the shieling, my hame,</p>
+<p>And thereā€™s my guid auld honest mither,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thatā€™s coming to meet ye her lane.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">24.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O yeā€™re welcome, yeā€™re welcome, Sir Donald,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Yeā€™re welcome hame to your ain.ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜O caā€™ me na young Sir Donald,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But caā€™ me Donald my son.ā€™</p>
+<p>And this they hae spoken in Erse,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That Lizie micht not understand.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">25.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+25.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜daggie,ā€™ drizzling.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The day being weetie and daggie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They lay till ā€™twas lang oā€™ the day.</p>
+<p>ā€˜Win up, win up, bonnie Lizie,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And help at the milking the kye.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">26.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+O slowly raise up Lizie Lindsay,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The saut tear blindit her eā€™e.</p>
+<p>ā€˜O war I in Edinbruch city,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The Hielands shoud never see me!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">27.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He led her up to a hie mountain,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And bade her look out far and wide.</p>
+<p>ā€˜Iā€™m lord oā€™ thae isles and thae mountains,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And yeā€™re now my beautiful bride.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">28.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Sae rue na yeā€™ve come to the Hielands,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sae rue na yeā€™ve come aff wiā€™ me,</p>
+<p>For yeā€™re great Macdonaldā€™s braw lady,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And will be to the day that ye dee.ā€™</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">153</span>
+<a name = "page153" id = "page153"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+THE GARDENER</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> of this pretty little song
+is taken from Kinlochā€™s <span class = "smallroman">MSS.</span>, where it
+is in James Beattieā€™s handwriting. In <i>Five Excellent New Songs</i>,
+printed at Edinburgh in 1766, there is an older but much corrupted
+version of this song, confused with two other songs, a&nbsp;ā€™Thymeā€™ song
+and the favourite ā€˜I&nbsp;sowed the seeds of love.ā€™ It is printed as two
+songs, <i>The New Loverā€™s Garland</i> and <i>The Young Maidā€™s
+Answer</i>, both with the following refrain:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class = "poem intro">
+<p>ā€˜Brave sailing here, my dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And better sailing there,</p>
+<p>And brave sailing in my loveā€™s arms,</p>
+<p class = "inset">O if I were there!ā€™</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story</span> is so slight that the song
+can scarcely be counted as a narrative. But it is one of the lyrical
+dialogues covered by the word ā€˜ballad,ā€™ and was not ruled out by
+Professor Child. There seems to be a loss of half a verse in 7, which
+should doubtless be two stanzas.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE GARDENER</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">The</span> gardener stands in his
+bower-door,</p>
+<p class = "inset">With a primrose in his hand,</p>
+<p>And by there came a leal maiden,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As jimpā€™s a willow wand.</p>
+<i>And by</i>, etc.
+<span class = "pagenum">154</span>
+<a name = "page154" id = "page154"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+2.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜weed,ā€™ dress.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O lady, can you fancy me,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For to be my bride?</p>
+<p>Youā€™ll get aā€™ the flowers in my garden</p>
+<p class = "inset">To be to you a weed.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The lily white shall be your smock,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Becomes your body neat;</p>
+<p>And your head shall be deckā€™d with jelly-flower,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And the primrose in your breast.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+4.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜camovine,ā€™ camomile.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Your gown shall be oā€™ the sweet-william,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Your coat oā€™ camovine,</p>
+<p>And your apron oā€™ the salads neat,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That taste baith sweet and fine.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+5.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜coot,ā€™ ankle.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+5.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜brawn,ā€™ calf.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Your stockings shall be oā€™ the broad kail-blade,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That is baith broad and long;</p>
+<p>And narrow, narrow at the coot,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And broad, broad at the brawn.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Your gloves shall be the marygold,</p>
+<p class = "inset">All glittering to your hand,</p>
+<p>Well spread oā€™er wiā€™ the blue blaewort,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That grows in corn-land.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O fare you well, young man,ā€™ she says,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Farewell, and I bid adieu;</p>
+<p>Since youā€™ve provided a weed for me,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Among the summer flowers,</p>
+<p>Then Iā€™ll provide another for you,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Among the winter showers.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">155</span>
+<a name = "page155" id = "page155"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The new-fallen snow to be your smock,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Becomes your body neat;</p>
+<p>And your head shall be deckā€™d with the eastern wind,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And the cold rain on your breast.ā€™</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">156</span>
+<a name = "page156" id = "page156"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+JOHN Oā€™ THE SIDE</h4>
+
+<div class = "poem intro">
+<p>ā€˜He is weil kend, Johne of the Syde,</p>
+<p>A greater theif did never ryde.ā€™</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class = "smallcaps" align = "right">Sir Richard Maitland.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from the Percy Folio,
+but is given in modernised spelling. It lacks the beginning, probably,
+and one line in st.&nbsp;3, which can be easily guessed; but as a whole
+it is an infinitely fresher and better ballad than that inserted in the
+<i>Minstrelsy</i> of Sir Walter Scott.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story</span> is akin to that of
+<i>Kinmont Willie</i> (<a href = "#page49">p.&nbsp;49</a>). John of the
+Side (on&nbsp;the river Liddel, nearly opposite Mangerton) first appears
+about 1550 in a list of freebooters against whom complaints were laid
+before the Bishop of Carlisle. He was, it seems, another of the
+Armstrong family.</p>
+
+<p>Hobby Noble has a ballad<a class = "tag" name = "tag5" id = "tag5"
+href = "#note5">5</a> to himself (as&nbsp;the hero of the present ballad
+deserves), in which mention is made of Peter of Whitfield. This is
+doubtless the person mentioned in the first line of <i>John oā€™ the
+Side</i> as having been killed presumably by John himself.</p>
+
+<p>ā€˜Culertun,ā€™ 10.<sup>1</sup>, is Chollerton on the Tyne. Percy
+suggests Challerton, and in the ballads upon which Scott founded his
+version the name is ā€˜Choler-ford.ā€™ ā€˜Howbrame woodā€™ and ā€˜Lord Cloughā€™ are
+not identified; and Flanders files, effective as they appear to be, are
+not otherwise known.</p>
+
+<p><span class = "pagenum">157</span>
+<a name = "page157" id = "page157"> </a>
+ā€˜The ballad,ā€™ says Professor Child, ā€˜is one of the best in the world,
+and enough to make a horse-trooper of any young borderer, had he lacked
+the impulse.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "footnote">
+<a name = "note5" id = "note5" href = "#tag5">5.</a>
+Child, No. 189, from Cawā€™s <i>Poetical Museum</i>, but not of sufficient
+merit to be included here.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+JOHN Oā€™ THE SIDE</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">Peter</span> oā€™ Whifield he hath slain,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And John oā€™ Side, he is taā€™en,</p>
+<p>And John is bound both hand and foot,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And to the New-castle he is gone.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But tidings came to the Sybil oā€™ the Side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">By the water-side as she ran;</p>
+<p>She took her kirtle by the hem,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And fast she run to Mangerton.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "missing first">&nbsp;.....</p>
+<p class = "inset">The lord was set down at his meat;</p>
+<p>When these tidings she did him tell,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Never a morsel might he eat.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But lords they wrung their fingers white,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Ladies did pull themselves by the hair,</p>
+<p>Crying ā€˜Alas and welladay!</p>
+<p class = "inset">For John oā€™ the Side we shall never see more.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But weā€™ll go sell our droves of kine,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And after them our oxen sell,</p>
+<p>And after them our troops of sheep,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But we will loose him out of the New Castell.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">158</span>
+<a name = "page158" id = "page158"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But then bespake him Hobby Noble,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And spoke these words wondrous high;</p>
+<p>Says, ā€˜Give me five men to myself,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And Iā€™ll fetch John oā€™ the Side to thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Yea, thouā€™st have five, Hobby Noble,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Of the best that are in this country;</p>
+<p>Iā€™ll give thee five thousand, Hobby Noble,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That walk in Tyvidale truly.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+8.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜badgers,ā€™ corn-dealers or pedlars.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Nay, Iā€™ll have but five,ā€™ says Hobby Noble,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜That shall walk away with me;</p>
+<p>We will ride like no men of war,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But like poor badgers we will be.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+9.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜barefoot,ā€™ unshod.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+They stuffed up all their bags with straw,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And their steeds barefoot must be;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Come on, my brethren,ā€™ says Hobby Noble,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Come on your ways, and go with me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And when they came to Culerton ford,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The water was up, they could it not go;</p>
+<p>And then they were ware of a good old man,</p>
+<p class = "inset">How his boy and he were at the plough.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+11.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜gate,ā€™ way.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But stand you still,ā€™ says Hobby Noble,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Stand you still here at this shore,</p>
+<p>And I will ride to yonder old man,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And see where the gate it lies oā€™er.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">159</span>
+<a name = "page159" id = "page159"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+12.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜see,ā€™ protect.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But Christ you save, father!ā€™ quoth he,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Christ both you save and see!</p>
+<p>Where is the way over this ford?</p>
+<p class = "inset">For Christā€™s sake tell it me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+13.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜tree,ā€™ wood. The Folio gives ā€˜3ā€™; Percy suggested the
+emendation.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But I have dwelled here three score year,</p>
+<p class = "inset">So have I done three score and three;</p>
+<p>I never saw man nor horse go oā€™er,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Except it were a horse of tree.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But fare thou well, thou good old man!</p>
+<p class = "inset">The devil in hell I leave with thee,</p>
+<p>No better comfort here this night</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thou gives my brethren here and me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But when he came to his brether again,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And told this tidings full of woe,</p>
+<p>And then they found a well good gate</p>
+<p class = "inset">They might ride oā€™er by two and two.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And when they were come over the ford,</p>
+<p class = "inset">All safe gotten at the last,</p>
+<p>ā€˜Thanks be to God!ā€™ says Hobby Noble,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜The worst of our peril is past.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And then they came into Howbrame wood,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And there then they found a tree,</p>
+<p>And cut it down then by the root.</p>
+<p class = "inset">The length was thirty foot and three.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">160</span>
+<a name = "page160" id = "page160"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And four of them did take the plank,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As light as it had been a flea,</p>
+<p>And carried it to the New Castle,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where as John oā€™ Side did lie.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And some did climb up by the walls,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And some did climb up by the tree,</p>
+<p>Until they came up to the top of the castle,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where John made his moan truly.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">20.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He said, ā€˜God be with thee, Sybil oā€™ the Side!</p>
+<p class = "inset">My own mother thou art,ā€™ quoth he;</p>
+<p>ā€˜If thou knew this night I were here,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A woe woman then wouldst thou be.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">21.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And fare you well, Lord Mangerton!</p>
+<p class = "inset">And ever I say God be with thee!</p>
+<p>For if you knew this night I were here,</p>
+<p class = "inset">You would sell your land for to loose me.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">22.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And fare thou well, Much, Millerā€™s son!</p>
+<p class = "inset">Much, Millerā€™s son, I say;</p>
+<p>Thou has been better at mirk midnight</p>
+<p class = "inset">Than ever thou was at noon oā€™ the day.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">23.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+23.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜himā€™ = man, which is suggested by Furnivall.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And fare thou well, my good lord Clough!</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thou art thy fatherā€™s son and heir;</p>
+<p>Thou never saw him in all thy life</p>
+<p class = "inset">But with him durst thou break a spear.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">161</span>
+<a name = "page161" id = "page161"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">24.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜We are brothers childer nine or ten,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And sisters children ten or eleven;</p>
+<p>We never came to the field to fight,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But the worst of us was counted a man.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">25.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But then bespake him Hobby Noble,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And spake these words unto him;</p>
+<p>Says ā€˜Sleepest thou, wakest thou, John oā€™ the Side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or art thou this castle within?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">26.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But who is there,ā€™ quoth John oā€™ the Side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜That knows my name so right and free?ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜I am a bastard-brother of thine;</p>
+<p class = "inset">This night I am comen for to loose thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">27.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Now nay, now nay,ā€™ quoth John oā€™ the Side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜It fears me sore that will not be,</p>
+<p>For a peck of gold and silver,ā€™ John said,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜In faith this night will not loose me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">28.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+28.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜tent,ā€™ guard.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+But then bespake him Hobby Noble,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And till his brother thus said he;</p>
+<p>Says ā€˜Four shall take this matter in hand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And two shall tent our geldings free.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">29.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Four did break one door without,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Then John brake five himselā€™;</p>
+<p>But when they came to the iron door,</p>
+<p class = "inset">It smote twelve upon the bell.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">162</span>
+<a name = "page162" id = "page162"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">30.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜It fears me sore,ā€™ said Much, the Miller,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜That here taken we all shall be;ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜But go away, brethren,ā€™ said John oā€™ the Side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜For ever alas! this will not be.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">31.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But fie upon thee!ā€™ said Hobby Noble;</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Much, the Miller, fie upon thee!</p>
+<p>It sore fears me,ā€™ said Hobby Noble,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Man that thou wilt never be.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">32.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But then he had Flanders files two or thee,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And he filed down that iron door,</p>
+<p>And took John out of the New Castle,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And said ā€˜Look thou never come here more!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">33.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When he had him forth of the New Castle,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Away with me, John, thou shalt ride.ā€™</p>
+<p>But ever alas! it could not be,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For John could neither sit nor stride.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">34.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But then he had sheets two or three,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And bound Johnā€™s bolts fast to his feet,</p>
+<p>And set him on a well good steed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Himself on another by him set.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">35.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+35.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜lough,ā€™ laughed.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Then Hobby Noble smiled and lough,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And spoke these words in mickle pride;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Thou sits so finely on thy gelding</p>
+<p class = "inset">That, John, thou rides like a bride.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">163</span>
+<a name = "page163" id = "page163"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">36.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And when they came thorough Howbrame town,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Johnā€™s horse there stumbled at a stone;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Out and alas!ā€™ cried Much, the Miller,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜John, thouā€™ll make us all be taā€™en.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">37.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But fie upon thee!ā€™ says Hobby Noble,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Much, the Miller, fie on thee!</p>
+<p>I know full well,ā€™ says Hobby Noble,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Man that thou wilt never be.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">38.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And when they came into Howbrame wood,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He had Flanders files two or three</p>
+<p>To file Johnā€™s bolts beside his feet,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That he might ride more easily.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">39.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+39.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜lope,ā€™ leapt.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Says ā€˜John, now leap over a steed!ā€™</p>
+<p class = "inset">And John then he lope over five.</p>
+<p>ā€˜I know well,ā€™ says Hobby Noble,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜John, thy fellow is not alive.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">40.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then he brought him home to Mangerton;</p>
+<p class = "inset">The lord then he was at his meat;</p>
+<p>But when John oā€™ the Side he there did see,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For fain he could no more eat.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">41.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He says ā€˜Blest be thou, Hobby Noble,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That ever thou wast man born!</p>
+<p>Thou hast fetched us home good John oā€™ the Side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That was now clean from us gone.ā€™</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">164</span>
+<a name = "page164" id = "page164"> </a>
+
+<h4>JAMIE DOUGLAS</h4>
+<h5>AND</h5>
+<h4>WALY, WALY, GIN LOVE BE BONNY</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> of the ballad is here given
+from Kinlochā€™s <span class = "smallroman">MSS.</span>, where it is in
+the handwriting of John Hill Burton when a youth. The text of the song
+<i>Waly, waly</i>, I&nbsp;take from Ramsayā€™s <i>Tea-Table
+Miscellany</i>. The song and the ballad have become inextricably
+confused, and the many variants of the former contain a greater or a
+smaller proportion of verses apparently taken from the latter.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story</span> of the ballad as here told
+is nevertheless quite simple and straightforward. It is spoken in the
+first person by the daughter of the Earl of Mar. (She also says she is
+sister to the Duke of York, 7.<sup>4</sup>, a&nbsp;person often
+introduced into ballads.) Blacklaywood, the lady complains, has spoken
+calumniously of her to her lord, and she leaves him, saying farewell to
+her children, and taking her youngest son with her.</p>
+
+<p>The ballad is historical in so far as that Lady Barbara Erskine,
+daughter of the Earl of Mar, was married in 1670 to James, second
+Marquis of Douglas, and was formally separated from him in 1681.
+Further, tradition puts the blame of the separation on William Lawrie,
+factor to the Marquis, often styled the laird of Blackwood
+(ā€˜Blacklaywood,ā€™ 2.<sup>3</sup>), from his wifeā€™s family estate.</p>
+
+<p>The non-historical points in the ballad are minor
+<span class = "pagenum">165</span>
+<a name = "page165" id = "page165"> </a>
+ones. The couple had only one child; and the ladyā€™s father could not
+have come to fetch her away (9.<sup>2</sup>), as the Earl of Mar died in
+1668, before his daughterā€™s wedding.</p>
+
+<p>I have printed the song <i>Waly, waly</i> not because it can be
+considered a ballad, but simply because it is so closely interwoven with
+<i>Jamie Douglas</i>. Stanza 6 is reminiscent of the beautiful English
+quatrain beginning:</p>
+
+<div class = "poem intro">
+<p>ā€˜Westron wind, when will thou blow.ā€™</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>See Chappellā€™s <i>Popular Music of the Olden Time</i>,
+i.&nbsp;57.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+JAMIE DOUGLAS</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜Walyā€™ = alas!</p>
+
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜wuntā€™ = were wont.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">Waly</span>, waly up the bank,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And waly, waly down the brae!</p>
+<p>And waly, waly to yon burn-side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where me and my love wunt to gae!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+As I lay sick, and very sick,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And sick was I, and like to die,</p>
+<p>And Blacklaywood put in my loveā€™s ears</p>
+<p class = "inset">That he staid in bower too lang wiā€™ me.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+3.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜lichtlie,ā€™ make light of.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+As I lay sick, and very sick,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And sick was I, and like to die,</p>
+<p>And walking into my garden green,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I heard my good lord lichtlie me.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">166</span>
+<a name = "page166" id = "page166"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Now woe betide ye, Blacklaywood!</p>
+<p class = "inset">Iā€™m sure an ill death you must die;</p>
+<p>Yeā€™ll part me and my ain good lord,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And his face again Iā€™ll never see.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Come down stairs now, Jamie Douglas,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Come down stairs and drink wine wiā€™ me;</p>
+<p>Iā€™ll set thee into a chair of gold,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And not one farthing shall it cost thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+6.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜baas,ā€™ balls.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜When cockle-shells turn silver bells,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And muscles grow on every tree,</p>
+<p>When frost and snow turn fiery baas,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Iā€™ll come down the stair and drink wine wiā€™
+thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Whatā€™s needs me value you, Jamie Douglas,</p>
+<p class = "inset">More than you do value me?</p>
+<p>The Earl of Mar is my father,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The Duke of York is my brother gay.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But when my father gets word oā€™ this,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I trow a sorry man heā€™ll be;</p>
+<p>Heā€™ll send four score oā€™ his soldiers brave,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To tak me hame to mine ain countrie.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+As I lay owre my castell-waā€™,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I beheld my father cominā€™ for me,</p>
+<p>Wiā€™ trumpets sounding on every side;</p>
+<p class = "inset">But they werena music at aā€™ for me.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">167</span>
+<a name = "page167" id = "page167"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And fare ye weel now, Jamie Douglas!</p>
+<p class = "inset">And fare ye weel, my children three!</p>
+<p>And fare ye weel, my own good lord!</p>
+<p class = "inset">For my face again ye shall never see.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And fare ye weel now, Jamie Douglas!</p>
+<p class = "inset">And fare ye weel, my children three!</p>
+<p>And fare ye weel now, Jamie Douglas,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But my youngest son shall gae wiā€™ me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜What ails ye at your youngest son,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sits smilinā€™ at the nurseā€™s knee?</p>
+<p>Iā€™m sure he never knew any harm,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Except it was from his nurse or thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "missing first">&nbsp;.....</p>
+<p class = "missing">&nbsp;.....</p>
+<p>And when I was into my coaches set,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He made his trumpets aā€™ to soun.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Iā€™ve heard it said, and itā€™s oft times seen,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The hawk that flies far frae her nest;</p>
+<p>And aā€™ the world shall plainly see</p>
+<p class = "inset">Itā€™s Jamie Douglas that I love best.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Iā€™ve heard it said, and itā€™s oft times seen,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The hawk that flies from tree to tree;</p>
+<p>And aā€™ the world shall plainly see</p>
+<p class = "inset">Itā€™s for Jamie Douglas I maun die.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">168</span>
+<a name = "page168" id = "page168"> </a>
+
+<h5 class = "section">WALY, WALY, GIN LOVE BE BONNY</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">O waly</span>, waly up the bank!</p>
+<p class = "inset">And waly, waly, down the brae!</p>
+<p>And waly, waly yon burn-side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where I and my love wont to gae!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+I leanā€™d my back unto an aik,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I thought it was a trusty tree;</p>
+<p>But first it bowā€™d, and syne it brak,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sae my true-love did lightly me.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+O waly, waly! but love be bonny</p>
+<p class = "inset">A little time, while it is new;</p>
+<p>But when it is auld, it waxeth cauld,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And fades away like morning dew.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+O wherefore shoud I busk my head?</p>
+<p class = "inset">Or wherefore shoud I kame my hair?</p>
+<p>For my true-love has me forsook,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And says heā€™ll never love me mair.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Now Arthur-Seat shall be my bed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The sheets shall neā€™er be fylā€™d by me;</p>
+<p>Saint Antonā€™s well shall be my drink,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Since my true-love has forsaken me.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And shake the green leaves off the tree?</p>
+<p>O gentle death, when wilt thou come?</p>
+<p class = "inset">For of my life I am weary.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">169</span>
+<a name = "page169" id = "page169"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Tis not the frost that freezes fell,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Nor blawing snawā€™s inclemency;</p>
+<p>ā€™Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But my loveā€™s heart grown cauld to me.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When we came in by Glasgow town,</p>
+<p class = "inset">We were a comely sight to see;</p>
+<p>My love was cled in the black velvet,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And I mysell in cramasie.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But had I wist, before I kissā€™d,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That love had been sae ill to win,</p>
+<p>Iā€™d lockā€™d my heart in a case of gold,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And pinā€™d it with a silver pin.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Oh, oh, if my young babe were born,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And set upon the nurseā€™s knee,</p>
+<p>And I mysell were dead and gane!</p>
+<p class = "inset">For a maid again Iā€™ll never be.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">170</span>
+<a name = "page170" id = "page170"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+THE HEIR OF LINNE</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is taken from the Percy
+Folio, but I have modernised the spelling. For the <i>Reliques</i> Percy
+made a ballad out of the Folio version combined with ā€˜a&nbsp;modern
+ballad on a similar subject,ā€™ a&nbsp;broadside entitled <i>The
+Drunkardā€™s Legacy</i>, thus producing a very good result which is about
+thrice the length of the Folio version.</p>
+
+<p>The Scottish variant was noted by Motherwell and Buchan, but previous
+editors&mdash;Herd, Ritson, Chambers, Aytoun&mdash;had used Percyā€™s
+composition.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;There are several
+Oriental stories which resemble the ballad as compounded by Percy from
+<i>The Drunkardā€™s Legacy</i>. In most of these&mdash;Tartar, Turkish,
+Arabic, Persian, etc.&mdash;the climax of the story lies in the fact
+that the hero in attempting to hang himself by a rope fastened to the
+ceiling pulls down a hidden treasure. There is, of course, no such
+episode in <i>The Heir of Linne</i>, but all the stories have similar
+circumstances, and the majority present the moral aspect of
+unthriftiness, and of friends deserting a man who loses his wealth.</p>
+
+<p>ā€˜Linne,ā€™ of course, is the place which is so often mentioned in
+ballads. See note, First Series, p.&nbsp;1.</p>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">171</span>
+<a name = "page171" id = "page171"> </a>
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE HEIR OF LINNE</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">Of</span> all the lords in fair Scotland</p>
+<p class = "inset">A song I will begin;</p>
+<p>Amongst them all there dwelled a lord,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Which was the unthrifty lord of Linne.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+2.<sup>3,4</sup> Interchanged in manuscript.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+2.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜blin,ā€™ stop.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+His father and mother were dead him fro,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And so was the head of all his kin;</p>
+<p>To the cards and dice that he did run</p>
+<p class = "inset">He did neither cease nor blin.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+To drink the wine that was so clear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">With every man he would make merry;</p>
+<p>And then bespake him John of the Scales,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Unto the heir of Linne said he;</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Says ā€˜How dost thou, lord of Linne?</p>
+<p class = "inset">Dost either want gold or fee?</p>
+<p>Wilt thou not sell thy lands so broad</p>
+<p class = "inset">To such a good fellow as me?</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+5.<sup>1</sup> Deficient in manuscript.</p>
+
+<p class = "notes">
+5.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜Godā€™s penny,ā€™ an earnest-penny, to clinch a bargain.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜For<span class = "missing short"> ...</span> I<span class = "missing
+short"> ...</span> ,ā€™ he said,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜My land, take it unto thee.ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜I draw you to record, my lordĆ«s all.ā€™</p>
+<p class = "inset">With that he cast him a Godā€™s penny.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He told him the gold upon the board,</p>
+<p class = "inset">It wanted never a bare penny.</p>
+<p>ā€˜That gold is thine, the land is mine;</p>
+<p class = "inset">The heir of Linne I will be.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">172</span>
+<a name = "page172" id = "page172"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Hereā€™s gold enough,ā€™ saith the heir of Linne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Both for me and my company.ā€™</p>
+<p>He drunk the wine that was so clear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And with every man he made merry.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Within three-quarters of a year</p>
+<p class = "inset">His gold and fee it waxed thin,</p>
+<p>His merry men were from him gone,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And left him himself all alone.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He had never a penny left in his purse,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Never a penny left but three,</p>
+<p>And one was brass, and another was lead,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And another was white money.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Now welladay!ā€™ said the heir of Linne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Now welladay, and woe is me!</p>
+<p>For when I was the lord of Linne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I neither wanted gold nor fee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+11.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜read,ā€™ advice.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜For I have sold my lands so broad,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And have not left me one penny;</p>
+<p>I must go now and take some read</p>
+<p class = "inset">Unto Edinburgh, and beg my bread.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He had not been in Edinburgh</p>
+<p class = "inset">Not three-quarters of a year,</p>
+<p>But some did give him, and some said nay,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And some bid ā€˜To the deil gang ye!</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">173</span>
+<a name = "page173" id = "page173"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+13.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜fere,ā€™ companion.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜For if we should hang any landless fere,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The first we would begin with thee.ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜Now welladay!ā€™ said the heir of Linne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Now welladay, and woe is me!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+14.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜irk with,ā€™ weary of.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜For now I have sold my lands so broad,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That merry man is irk with me;</p>
+<p>But when that I was the lord of Linne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Then on my land I lived merrily.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And now I have sold my land so broad,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That I have not left me one penny!</p>
+<p>God be with my father!ā€™ he said,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜On his land he lived merrily.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+16.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜unbethought him,ā€™ bethought himself. See <i>Old Robin
+of Portingale</i>, 5.<sup>3</sup> (First Series, p.&nbsp;14).</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Still in a study there as he stood,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He unbethought him of a bill&mdash;</p>
+<p>He unbethought him of a bill</p>
+<p class = "inset">Which his father had left with him.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Bade him he should never on it look</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till he was in extreme need;</p>
+<p>ā€˜And by my faith,ā€™ said the heir of Linne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Than now I had never more need.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+18.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜in fere,ā€™ together.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+He took the bill, and looked it on,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Good comfort that he found there;</p>
+<p>It told him of a castle wall</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where there stood three chests in fere.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">174</span>
+<a name = "page174" id = "page174"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+19.<sup>4</sup> ? ā€˜gold and fee.ā€™ Cp. 27.<sup>4</sup></p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Two were full of the beaten gold,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The third was full of white money.</p>
+<p>He turned then down his bags of bread,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And filled them full of gold so red.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">20.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+20.<sup>4</sup> Ritson said ā€˜speerā€™ was a hole in the wall of a house,
+through which the family received and answered the inquiries of
+strangers. This is apparently a mere conjecture.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Then he did never cease nor blin,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till John of the Scalesā€˜ house he did win.</p>
+<p>When that he came to John of the Scales,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Up at the speer he looked then.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">21.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+There sat three lords upon a row,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And John oā€™ the Scales sat at the boardā€™s head,</p>
+<p>And John oā€™ the Scales sat at the boardā€™s head,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Because he was the lord of Linne.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">22.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+22.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜shot,ā€™ reckoning. Cp. ā€˜pay the shot.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+And then bespake the heir of Linne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To John oā€™ the Scalesā€™ wife thus said he;</p>
+<p>Said, ā€˜Dame, wilt thou not trust me one shot</p>
+<p class = "inset">That I may sit down in this company?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">23.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Now Christā€™s curse on my head,ā€™ she said,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜If I do trust thee one penny!ā€™</p>
+<p>Then bespake a good fellow,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Which sat by John oā€™ the Scales his knee;</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">175</span>
+<a name = "page175" id = "page175"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">24.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Said, ā€˜Have thou here, thou heir of Linne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Forty pence I will lend thee;</p>
+<p>Some time a good fellow thou hast been;</p>
+<p class = "inset">And other forty if need be.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">25.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They drunken wine that was so clear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And every man they made merry;</p>
+<p>And then bespake him John oā€™ the Scales,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Unto the lord of Linne said he;</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">26.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Said, ā€˜How dost thou, heir of Linne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Since I did buy thy lands of thee?</p>
+<p>I will sell it to thee twenty pound better cheap</p>
+<p class = "inset">Nor ever I did buy it of thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">27.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+27.<sup>4</sup> See 19.<sup>4</sup> and note.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I draw you to record, lordĆ«s all;ā€™</p>
+<p class = "inset">With that he cast him a Godā€™s penny;</p>
+<p>Then he took to his bags of bread,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And they were full of the gold so red.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">28.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He told him the gold then over the board,</p>
+<p class = "inset">It wanted never a broad penny.</p>
+<p>ā€˜That gold is thine, the land is mine,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And heir of Linne again I will be.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">29.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Now welladay!ā€™ said John oā€™ the Scalesā€™ wife,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Welladay, and woe is me!</p>
+<p>Yesterday I was the lady of Linne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And now I am but John oā€™ the Scalesā€™ wife!ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">176</span>
+<a name = "page176" id = "page176"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">30.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Says ā€˜Have thou here, thou good fellow,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Forty pence thou did lend me,</p>
+<p>Forty pence thou did lend me,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And forty pound I will give thee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">31.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Iā€™ll make thee keeper of my forest,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Both of the wild deer and the tame,ā€™</p>
+<p class = "missing">&nbsp;.....</p>
+<p class = "missing">&nbsp;.....</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">32.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But then bespake the heir of Linne,</p>
+<p class = "inset">These were the words, and thus said he,</p>
+<p>ā€˜Christā€™s curse light upon my crown,</p>
+<p class = "inset">If eā€™er my land stand in any jeopardy!ā€™</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">177</span>
+<a name = "page177" id = "page177"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+EARL BOTHWELL</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from the Percy Folio,
+the spelling being modernised. Percy printed it (with alterations) in
+the <i>Reliques</i>.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story</span> of the ballad represents
+that Darnley was murdered by way of revenge for his participation in the
+murder of Riccio; that Mary sent for Darnley to come to Scotland, and
+that she was finally banished by the Regent. All of these statements,
+and several minor ones, contain as much truth as may be expected in a
+ballad of this kind.</p>
+
+<p>Mary escaped from Lochleven Castle on May 2, 1568, and found refuge
+in England on the 16th. The ballad was doubtless written shortly
+afterwards. On March 24, 1579, a&nbsp;ā€˜ballad concerninge the murder of
+the late Kinge of Scottesā€™ was licensed to Thomas Gosson,
+a&nbsp;well-known printer of broadsides.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+EARL BOTHWELL</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜sleight,ā€™ trick.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">Woe</span> worth thee, woe worth thee, false
+Scotland!</p>
+<p class = "inset">For thou hast ever wrought by a sleight;</p>
+<p>For the worthiest prince that ever was born</p>
+<p class = "inset">You hanged under a cloud by night.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">178</span>
+<a name = "page178" id = "page178"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The Queen of France a letter wrote,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And sealed it with heart and ring,</p>
+<p>And bade him come Scotland within,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And she would marry him and crown him king.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+3.<sup>3,4</sup> A popular proverb; see <i>The Lord of Learne</i>,
+39.<sup>3,4</sup> (Second Series, p.&nbsp;190).</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+To be a king, it is a pleasant thing,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To be a prince unto a peer;</p>
+<p>But you have heard, and so have I too,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A man may well buy gold too dear.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+There was an Italian in that place</p>
+<p class = "inset">Was as well beloved as ever was he;</p>
+<p>Lord David was his name,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Chamberlain unto the queen was he.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+For if the king had risen forth of his place,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He would have sit him down in the chair,</p>
+<p>And thoā€™ it beseemed him not so well,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Althoā€™ the king had been present there.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Some lords in Scotland waxed wonderous worth,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And quarrellā€™d with him for the nonce;</p>
+<p>I shall you tell how it befell;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Twelve daggers were in him all at once.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When this queen see the chamberlain was slain,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For him her cheeks she did weet,</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">179</span>
+<a name = "page179" id = "page179"> </a>
+
+<p>And made a vow for a twelvemonth and a day</p>
+<p class = "inset">The king and she would not come in one sheet.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then some of the lords of Scotland waxed wroth,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And made their vow vehemently;</p>
+<p>ā€˜For death of the queenā€™s chamberlain</p>
+<p class = "inset">The king himself he shall die.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They strowed his chamber over with gun powder,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And laid green rushes in his way;</p>
+<p>For the traitors thought that night</p>
+<p class = "inset">The worthy king for to betray.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+10.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜made him boun,ā€™ prepared himself.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+To bed the worthy king made him boun;</p>
+<p class = "inset">To take his rest, that was his desire;</p>
+<p>He was no sooner cast on sleep</p>
+<p class = "inset">But his chamber was on a blazing fire.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Up he lope, and a glass window broke,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He had thirty foot for to fall;</p>
+<p>Lord Bodwell kept a privy watch</p>
+<p class = "inset">Underneath his castle wall.</p>
+<p>ā€˜Who have we here?ā€™ said Lord Bodwell;</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Answer me, now I do call.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜King Henry the Eighth my uncle was;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Some pity show for his sweet sake!</p>
+<p>Ah, Lord Bodwell, I know thee well;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Some pity on me I pray thee take!ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">180</span>
+<a name = "page180" id = "page180"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Iā€™ll pity thee as much,ā€™ he said,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜And as much favour Iā€™ll show to thee,</p>
+<p>As thou had on the queenā€™s chamberlain</p>
+<p class = "inset">That day thou deemedst him to die.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Through halls and towers this king they led,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Through castles and towers that were high,</p>
+<p>Through an arbour into an orchard,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And there hanged him in a pear tree.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When the governor of Scotland he heard tell</p>
+<p class = "inset">That the worthy king he was slain,</p>
+<p>He hath banished the queen so bitterly</p>
+<p class = "inset">That in Scotland she dare not remain.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But she is fled into merry England,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And Scotland too aside hath lain,</p>
+<p>And through the Queen of Englandā€™s good grace</p>
+<p class = "inset">Now in England she doth remain.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">181</span>
+<a name = "page181" id = "page181"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+DURHAM FIELD</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is another of the lively
+battle-pieces from the Percy Folio, put into modern spelling, and no
+other version is known or needed. The battle of Durham, which the
+minstrel says (27.<sup>1</sup>, 64.<sup>2</sup>) was fought on a morning
+of May, and (64.<sup>3,4</sup>) within a month of <ins class =
+"correction" title = "spelling consistent for this text">CreƧy</ins> and
+Poictiers,<a class = "tag" name = "tag6" id = "tag6" href =
+"#note6">6</a> actually took place on October 17, 1346. Stanza 18 makes
+the king say to Lord Hamilton that they are of ā€˜kin full nighā€™; and this
+provides an upper limit for the date of the ballad, as James Hamilton
+was married to Princess Mary, sister of James <span class =
+"smallroman">III.</span>, in 1474.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;We have as
+authorities for the history of the battle both Scottish and English
+chronicles, but the ballad, as might be expected, follows neither very
+closely. Indeed it is not easy to reconcile the Scottish account with
+the English. David Bruce, the young king of Scotland, seized the
+opportunity afforded by Edward <span class = "smallroman">III.</span>ā€™s
+absence in France at the siege of Calais to invade England with a large
+army. They were met at Durham by an English force in three divisions,
+led (according to the English chronicle) by (i) the Earl of Angus, Henry
+Percy, Ralph Neville, and Henry Scrope, (ii) the Archbishop of York, and
+(iii) Mowbray, Rokeby, and John of Copland. The Scots were also in three
+divisions, which were led (says the Scottish version) by King
+<span class = "pagenum">182</span>
+<a name = "page182" id = "page182"> </a>
+David, the Earl of Murray and William Douglas, and the Steward of
+Scotland and the Earl of March respectively. The English chronicle puts
+John of Douglas with the Earl of Murray, and the Earl of Buchan with
+King David.</p>
+
+<p>The ballad, therefore, that calls Angus ā€˜Anguishā€™ (11.<sup>1</sup>)
+and puts him on the side of the Scots, as well as Neville
+(17.<sup>1</sup>), and apparently confuses the two Douglases (14 and
+21), is not more at variance with history than is to be expected, and in
+the present case is but little more vague than the historical records
+themselves.</p>
+
+<p>ā€˜Vaughanā€™ (13.<sup>1</sup>) may be Baughan or Buchan, though it is
+doubtful whether there was an Earl of Buchan in 1346. ā€˜Fluwilliamsā€™
+(41.<sup>3</sup>) is perhaps a form of Llewellyn (Shakespeare spells it
+Fluellen), but this does not help to identify that lord.</p>
+
+<p class = "footnote">
+<a name = "note6" id = "note6" href = "#tag6">6.</a>
+CreƧy was fought on August 26, 1346; Poictiers on September 19,
+1356.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+DURHAM FIELD</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜[spell]ā€™ suggested by Child.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">Lordings</span>, listen and hold you
+still;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Hearken to me a little [spell];</p>
+<p>I shall you tell of the fairest battle</p>
+<p class = "inset">That ever in England befell.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+For as it befell in Edward the Thirdā€™s days,</p>
+<p class = "inset">In England, where he ware the crown,</p>
+<p>Then all the chief chivalry of England</p>
+<p class = "inset">They busked and made them boun.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They chosen all the best archers</p>
+<p class = "inset">That in England might be found,</p>
+<p>And all was to fight with the King of France,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Within a little stound.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">183</span>
+<a name = "page183" id = "page183"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And when our king was over the water,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And on the salt sea gone,</p>
+<p>Then tidings into Scotland came</p>
+<p class = "inset">That all England was gone.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Bows and arrows they were all forth,</p>
+<p class = "inset">At home was not left a man</p>
+<p>But shepherds and millers both,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And priests with shaven crowns.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+6.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜leeve,ā€™ pleasant, dear; formerly a regular epithet of
+London.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Then the King of Scots in a study stood,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As he was a man of great might;</p>
+<p>He sware he would hold his Parliament in leeve London,</p>
+<p class = "inset">If he could ride there right.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then bespake a squire, of Scotland born,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And said, ā€˜My liege, apace,</p>
+<p>Before you come to leeve London,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Full sore youā€™ll rue that race.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜There been bold yeomen in merry England,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Husbandmen stiff and strong;</p>
+<p>Sharp swords they done wear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Bearen bows and arrows long.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The King was angry at that word;</p>
+<p class = "inset">A long sword out he drew,</p>
+<p>And there before his royal company</p>
+<p class = "inset">His own squire he slew.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">184</span>
+<a name = "page184" id = "page184"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+10.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜Hard hansel,ā€™ bad omen.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Hard hansel had the Scots that day,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That wrought them woe enough,</p>
+<p>For then durst not a Scot speak a word</p>
+<p class = "inset">For hanging at a bough.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The Earl of Anguish, where art thou?</p>
+<p class = "inset">In my coat-armour thou shalt be,</p>
+<p>And thou shalt lead the forward</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thorough the English country.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+12.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜stead,ā€™ place.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Take thee York,ā€™ then said the King,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜In stead whereas it doth stand;</p>
+<p>Iā€™ll make thy eldest son after thee</p>
+<p class = "inset">Heir of all Northumberland.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The Earl of Vaughan, where be ye?</p>
+<p class = "inset">In my coat-armour thou shalt be;</p>
+<p>The high Peak and Derbyshire</p>
+<p class = "inset">I give it thee to thy fee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+14.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜famousā€™ may be a scribeā€™s error for ā€˜James.ā€™</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+14.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜vanward,ā€™ vanguard.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Then came in famous Douglas,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Says ā€˜What shall my meed be?</p>
+<p>And Iā€™ll lead the vanward, lord,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thorough the English country.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+15.<sup>2</sup> The manuscript gives ā€˜Tuxburye, Killingworth.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Take thee Worcester,ā€™ said the King,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Tewkesbury, Kenilworth, Burton upon Trent;</p>
+<p>Do thou not say another day</p>
+<p class = "inset">But I have given thee lands and rent.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">185</span>
+<a name = "page185" id = "page185"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Sir Richard of Edinburgh, where are ye?</p>
+<p class = "inset">A wise man in this war!</p>
+<p>Iā€™ll give thee Bristow and the shire</p>
+<p class = "inset">The time that we come there.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜My lord Nevill, where been ye?</p>
+<p class = "inset">You must in these wars be;</p>
+<p>Iā€™ll give thee Shrewsbury,ā€™ says the King,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜And Coventry fair and free.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜My lord of Hamilton, where art thou?</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thou art of my kin full nigh;</p>
+<p>Iā€™ll give thee Lincoln and Lincolnshire,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And thatā€™s enough for thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+19.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜breme,ā€™ fierce.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+By then came in William Douglas,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As breme as any boar;</p>
+<p>He kneeled him down upon his knees,</p>
+<p class = "inset">In his heart he sighed sore.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">20.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Says ā€˜I have served you, my lovely liege,</p>
+<p class = "inset">These thirty winters and four,</p>
+<p>And in the Marches between England and Scotland,</p>
+<p class = "inset">I have been wounded and beaten sore.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">21.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜For all the good service that I have done,</p>
+<p class = "inset">What shall my meed be?</p>
+<p>And I will lead the vanward</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thorough the English country.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">186</span>
+<a name = "page186" id = "page186"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">22.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Ask on, Douglas,ā€™ said the King,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜And granted it shall be.ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜Why then, I ask little London,ā€™ says Will Douglas,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Gotten if that it be.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">23.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The King was wrath, and rose away;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Says ā€˜Nay, that cannot be!</p>
+<p>For that I will keep for my chief chamber,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Gotten if it be.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">24.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But take thee North Wales and Westchester,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The country all round about,</p>
+<p>And rewarded thou shalt be,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Of that take thou no doubt.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">25.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Five score knights he made on a day,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And dubbā€™d them with his hands;</p>
+<p>Rewarded them right worthily</p>
+<p class = "inset">With the towns in merry England.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">26.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+26.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜they busk them boun,ā€™ they make themselves ready.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+And when the fresh knights they were made,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To battle they busk them boun;</p>
+<p>James Douglas went before,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And he thought to have won him shoon.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">27.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But they were met in a morning of May</p>
+<p class = "inset">With the communalty of little England;</p>
+<p>But there scaped never a man away,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Through the might of Christƫs hand.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">187</span>
+<a name = "page187" id = "page187"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">28.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But all only James Douglas;</p>
+<p class = "inset">In Durham in the field</p>
+<p>An arrow struck him in the thigh;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Fast flings he towards the King.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">29.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The King looked toward little Durham,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Says ā€˜All things is not well!</p>
+<p>For James Douglas bears an arrow in his thigh,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The head of it is of steel.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">30.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜How now, James?ā€™ then said the King,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜How now, how may this be?</p>
+<p>And where been all thy merry men</p>
+<p class = "inset">That thou took hence with thee?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">31.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+31.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜gate,ā€™ way.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But cease, my King,ā€™ says James Douglas,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Alive is not left a man!ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜Now by my faith,ā€™ says the King of the Scots,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜That gate was evil gone.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">32.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But Iā€™ll revenge thy quarrel well,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And of that thou may be fain;</p>
+<p>For one Scot will beat five Englishmen,</p>
+<p class = "inset">If they meeten them on the plain,ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">33.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+33.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜tho,ā€™ then.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Now hold your tongue,ā€™ says James Douglas,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜For in faith that is not so;</p>
+<p>For one Englishman is worth five Scots,</p>
+<p class = "inset">When they meeten together tho.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">188</span>
+<a name = "page188" id = "page188"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">34.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜For they are as eager men to fight</p>
+<p class = "inset">As a falcon upon a prey;</p>
+<p>Alas! if ever they win the vanward,</p>
+<p class = "inset">There scapes no man away.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">35.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O peace thy talking,ā€™ said the King,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜They be but English knaves,</p>
+<p>But shepherds and millers both,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And priests with their staves.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">36.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The King sent forth one of his heralds of armes</p>
+<p class = "inset">To view the Englishmen.</p>
+<p>ā€˜Be of good cheer,ā€™ the herald said,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜For against one we be ten.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">37.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Who leads those lads,ā€™ said the King of Scots,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Thou herald, tell thou me.ā€™</p>
+<p>The herald said ā€˜The Bishop of Durham</p>
+<p class = "inset">Is captain of that company.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">38.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜For the Bishop hath spread the Kingā€™s banner,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And to battle he busks him boun.ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜I swear by St. Andrewā€™s bones,ā€™ says the King,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Iā€™ll rap that priest on the crown.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">39.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The King looked towards little Durham,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And that he well beheld,</p>
+<p>That the Earl Percy was well armed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">With his battle-axe entered the field.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">189</span>
+<a name = "page189" id = "page189"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">40.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+40.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜ancients,ā€™ ensigns.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The King looked again towards little Durham,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Four ancients there see he;</p>
+<p>There were two standards, six in a valley,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He could not see them with his eye.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">41.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+My lord of York was one of them,</p>
+<p class = "inset">My lord of Carlisle was the other,</p>
+<p>And my lord Fluwilliams,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The one came with the other.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">42.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The Bishop of Durham commanded his men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And shortly he them bade,</p>
+<p>That never a man should go to the field to fight</p>
+<p class = "inset">Till he had served his God.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">43.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Five hundred priests said mass that day</p>
+<p class = "inset">In Durham in the field,</p>
+<p>And afterwards, as I heard say,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They bare both spear and shield.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">44.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+44.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜orders,ā€™ prepares.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The Bishop of Durham orders himself to fight</p>
+<p class = "inset">With his battle-axe in his hand;</p>
+<p>He said ā€˜This day now I will fight</p>
+<p class = "inset">As long as I can stand!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">45.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+45.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜may,ā€™ = maid; the Virgin.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And so will I,ā€™ said my lord of Carlisle,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜In this fair morning gay.ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜And so will I,ā€™ said my lord Fluwilliams,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜For Mary, that mild may.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">190</span>
+<a name = "page190" id = "page190"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">46.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+46.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜scantly,ā€™ scarcely.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Our English archers bent their bows</p>
+<p class = "inset">Shortly and anon;</p>
+<p>They shot over the Scottish host</p>
+<p class = "inset">And scantly touched a man.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">47.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Hold down your hands,ā€™ said the Bishop of Durham,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜My archers good and true.ā€™</p>
+<p>The second shoot that they shot,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Full sore the Scots it rue.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">48.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+48.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜cheer,ā€™ face, appearance.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The Bishop of Durham spoke on high</p>
+<p class = "inset">That both parties might hear,</p>
+<p>ā€˜Be of good cheer, my merrymen all,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The Scots flien and changen their cheer.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">49.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+49.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜dree,ā€™ hold out.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+But as they saiden, so they diden,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They fell on heapƫs high;</p>
+<p>Our Englishmen laid on with their bows</p>
+<p class = "inset">As fast as they might dree.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">50.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The King of Scots in a study stood</p>
+<p class = "inset">Amongst his company;</p>
+<p>An arrow struck him thorough the nose,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And thorough his armoury.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">51.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The King went to a marsh-side</p>
+<p class = "inset">And light beside his steed;</p>
+<p>He leaned him down on his sword-hilts</p>
+<p class = "inset">To let his nose bleed.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">191</span>
+<a name = "page191" id = "page191"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">52.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+There followed him a yeoman of merry England,</p>
+<p class = "inset">His name was John of Copland;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Yield thee, traitor!ā€™ says Copland then,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Thy life lies in my hand.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">53.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+53.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜And,ā€™ if.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜How should I yield me,ā€™ says the King,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜And thou art no gentleman?ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜No, by my troth,ā€™ says Copland there,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜I am but a poor yeoman.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">54.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜What art thou better than I, sir King?</p>
+<p class = "inset">Tell me, if that thou can!</p>
+<p>What art thou better than I, sir King,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Now we be but man to man?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">55.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The King smote angrily at Copland then,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Angrily in that stound;</p>
+<p>And then Copland was a bold yeoman,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And bore the King to the ground.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">56.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He set the King upon a palfrey,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Himself upon a steed;</p>
+<p>He took him by the bridle-rein,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Towards London he gan him lead.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">57.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+And when to London that he came,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The King from France was new come home,</p>
+<p>And there unto the King of Scots</p>
+<p class = "inset">He said these words anon.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">192</span>
+<a name = "page192" id = "page192"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">58.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜How like you my shepherds and my millers?</p>
+<p class = "inset">My priests with shaven crowns?ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜By my faith, they are the sorest fighting men</p>
+<p class = "inset">That ever I met on the ground.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">59.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜There was never a yeoman in merry England</p>
+<p class = "inset">But he was worth a Scottish knight.ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜Ay, by my troth,ā€™ said King Edward, and laugh,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜For you fought all against the right.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">60.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But now the prince of merry England</p>
+<p class = "inset">Worthily under his shield</p>
+<p>Hath taken the King of France,</p>
+<p class = "inset">At Poictiers in the field.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">61.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+61.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜food,ā€™ man.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The prince did present his father with that food,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The lovely King of France,</p>
+<p>And forward of his journey he is gone.</p>
+<p class = "inset">God send us all good chance!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">62.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+62.<sup>1</sup> The last five words are perhaps inserted by the
+scribe.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+62.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜leve,ā€™ grant.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜You are welcome, brother!ā€™ said the King of Scots to the King of
+France,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜For I am come hither too soon;</p>
+<p>Christ leve that I had taken my way</p>
+<p class = "inset">Unto the court of Rome!ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">193</span>
+<a name = "page193" id = "page193"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">63.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜And so would I,ā€™ said the King of France,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜When I came over the stream,</p>
+<p>That I had taken my journey</p>
+<p class = "inset">Unto Jerusalem!ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">64.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Thus ends the battle of fair Durham,</p>
+<p class = "inset">In one morning of May,</p>
+<p>The battle of CreƧy, and the battle of Poictiers,</p>
+<p class = "inset">All within one monthƫs day.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">65.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then was wealth and welfare in merry England,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Solaces, game, and glee,</p>
+<p>And every man loved other well,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And the king loved good yeomanry.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">66.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+But God that made the grass to grow,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And leaves on greenwood tree,</p>
+<p>Now save and keep our noble King,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And maintain good yeomanry!</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">194</span>
+<a name = "page194" id = "page194"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+THE BATTLE OF HARLAW</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> of this ballad was sent to
+Professor Child by Mr. C.&nbsp;E. Dalrymple of Kinaldie, Aberdeenshire,
+from whose version the printed variants (<i>Notes and Queries</i>, Third
+Series, vii. 393, and Aytounā€™s <i>Ballads of Scotland</i>, i.&nbsp;75)
+have been more or less directly derived.</p>
+
+<p>The ballad is one of those mentioned in <i>The Complaynt of
+Scotland</i> (1549), like the ā€˜Hunttis of Chevetā€™ (see <a href =
+"#page2">p.&nbsp;2</a> of this volume). It is again mentioned as being
+in print in 1668; but the latter may possibly refer to a poem on the
+battle, afterwards printed in Allan Ramsayā€™s <i>Evergreen</i>. The fact
+that the present ballad omits all reference to the Earl of Mar, and
+deals with the Forbes brothers, who are not otherwise known to have
+taken part in the battle, disposes Professor Child to believe that it is
+a comparatively recent ballad.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;The battle of
+Harlaw was fought on July 24, 1411. Harlaw is eighteen miles north-west
+of Aberdeen, Dunidier a hill on the Aberdeen road, and Netherhaā€™ is
+close at hand. Balquhain (2.<sup>2</sup>) is a mile south of Harlaw,
+while Drumminnor (15.<sup>3</sup>) is more than twenty miles
+away&mdash;though the horse covered the distance there and back in ā€˜twa
+hours anā€™ a quarterā€™ (16.<sup>3</sup>).</p>
+
+<p>The ballad is narrated by ā€˜John Hielanā€™manā€™ to Sir James the Rose
+(derived from the ballad of that name given earlier in the present
+volume) and Sir
+<span class = "pagenum">195</span>
+<a name = "page195" id = "page195"> </a>
+John the Gryme (Graeme). ā€˜Macdonellā€™ is Donald of the Isles, who, as
+claimant to the Earldom of Ross, advanced on Aberdeen, and was met at
+Harlaw by the Earl of Mar and Alexander Ogilvy, sheriff of Angus. It was
+a stubborn fight, though it did not last from Monday to Saturday (23),
+and Donald lost nine hundred men and the other party five hundred.</p>
+
+<p>Child finds a difficulty with the use of the word ā€˜sheā€™ in
+4.<sup>3</sup>, despite ā€˜meā€™ in the two previous lines. Had it been
+ā€˜her,ā€™ the difficulty would not have arisen.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE BATTLE OF HARLAW</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">As</span> I cam in by Dunidier,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Anā€™ doun by Netherhaā€™,</p>
+<p>There was fifty thousand Hielanā€™men</p>
+<p class = "inset">A-marching to Harlaw.</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>Wiā€™ a dree dree dradie drumtie dree</i></p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+As I cam on, anā€™ farther on,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Anā€™ doun anā€™ by Balquhain,</p>
+<p>Oh there I met Sir James the Rose,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wiā€™ him Sir John the Gryme.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O cam ye frae the Hielanā€™s, man?</p>
+<p class = "inset">Anā€™ cam ye aā€™ the wey?</p>
+<p>Saw ye Macdonell anā€™ his men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As they cam frae the Skee?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Yes, me cam frae ta Hielanā€™s, man,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Anā€™ me cam aā€™ ta wey,</p>
+<p>Anā€™ she saw Macdonell anā€™ his men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">As they cam frae ta Skee.ā€™</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">196</span>
+<a name = "page196" id = "page196"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Oh was ye near Macdonellā€™s men?</p>
+<p class = "inset">Did ye their numbers see?</p>
+<p>Come, tell to me, John Hielanā€™man,</p>
+<p class = "inset">What micht their numbers be?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Yes, me was near, anā€™ near eneuch,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Anā€™ me their numbers saw;</p>
+<p>There was fifty thousanā€™ Hielanā€™men</p>
+<p class = "inset">A-marchinā€™ to Harlaw.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Gin that be true,ā€™ says James the Rose,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Weā€™ll no come meikle speed;</p>
+<p>Weā€™ll cry upoā€™ our merry men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And lichtly mount our steed.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Oh no, oh no,ā€™ says John the Gryme,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜That thing maun never be;</p>
+<p>The gallant Grymes were never bate,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Weā€™ll try phat we can dee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+As I cam on, anā€™ farther on,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Anā€™ doun anā€™ by Harlaw,</p>
+<p>They fell fuā€™ close on ilka side;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sic fun ye never saw.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They fell fuā€™ close on ilka side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sic fun ye never saw;</p>
+<p>For Hielanā€™ swords gied clash for clash</p>
+<p class = "inset">At the battle oā€™ Harlaw.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The Hielanā€™men, wiā€™ their lang swords,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They laid on us fuā€™ sair,</p>
+<p>Anā€™ they drave back our merry men</p>
+<p class = "inset">Three acres breadth anā€™ mair.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">197</span>
+<a name = "page197" id = "page197"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Brave Forbƫs to his brither did say,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Noo, brither, dinna ye see?</p>
+<p>They beat us back on ilka side,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Anā€™ weā€™se be forced to flee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Oh no, oh no, my brither dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That thing maun never be;</p>
+<p>Takā€™ ye your good sword in your hand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Anā€™ come your waā€™s wiā€™ me.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Oh no, oh no, my brither dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The clans they are ower strang,</p>
+<p>Anā€™ they drive back our merry men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wiā€™ swords baith sharp anā€™ lang.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+15.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜fess,ā€™ fetch.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Brave Forbƫs drew his men aside,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Said ā€˜Takā€™ your rest awhile,</p>
+<p>Until I to Drumminnor send,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To fess my coat oā€™ mail.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The servant he did ride,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Anā€™ his horse it did na fail,</p>
+<p>For in twa hours anā€™ a quarter</p>
+<p class = "inset">He brocht the coat oā€™ mail.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then back to back the brithers twa</p>
+<p class = "inset">Gaed in amoā€™ the thrang,</p>
+<p>Anā€™ they hewed doun the Hielanā€™men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Wiā€™ swords baith sharp anā€™ lang.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">198</span>
+<a name = "page198" id = "page198"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Macdonell he was young anā€™ stout,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Had on his coat oā€™ mail,</p>
+<p>Anā€™ he has gane oot throw them aā€™,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To try his hanā€™ himsell.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">19.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+19.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜ae,ā€™ one.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+The first ae straik that Forbƫs strack,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He garrt Macdonell reel,</p>
+<p>Anā€™ the neist ae straik that ForbĆ«s strack,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The great Macdonell fell.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">20.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+20.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜lierachie,ā€™ confusion, hubbub.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Anā€™ siccan a lierachie</p>
+<p class = "inset">Iā€™m sure ye never saw</p>
+<p>As wis amoā€™ the Hielanā€™men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">When they saw Macdonell faā€™.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">21.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Anā€™ whan they saw that he was deid,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They turnā€™d anā€™ ran awa,</p>
+<p>Anā€™ they buried him in Leggettā€™s Den,</p>
+<p class = "inset">A large mile frae Harlaw.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">22.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They rade, they ran, anā€™ some did gang,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They were oā€™ smaā€™ record;</p>
+<p>But ForbĆ«s anā€™ his merry men,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They slew them aā€™ the road.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">23.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+On Monanday, at morninā€™,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The battle it began,</p>
+<p>On Saturday, at gloaminā€™,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Yeā€™d scarce kent wha had wan.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">199</span>
+<a name = "page199" id = "page199"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">24.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Anā€™ sic a weary buryinā€™</p>
+<p class = "inset">Iā€™m sure ye never saw</p>
+<p>As wis the Sunday after that,</p>
+<p class = "inset">On the muirs aneath Harlaw.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">25.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+25.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜speer at,ā€™ ask of.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Gin ony body speer at you</p>
+<p class = "inset">For them ye took awaā€™,</p>
+<p>Ye may tell their wives and bairnies</p>
+<p class = "inset">Theyā€™re sleepinā€™ at Harlaw.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">200</span>
+<a name = "page200" id = "page200"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+THE LAIRD OF KNOTTINGTON</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> was sent to Percy in 1768
+by R.&nbsp;Lambe of Norham. The ballad is widely known in Scotland under
+several titles, but the most usual is <i>The Broom of Cowdenknows</i>,
+which was the title used by Scott in the <i>Minstrelsy</i>.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story</span> is not consistently told
+in this version, as in 11.<sup>3,4</sup> the daughter gives away her
+secret to her father in an absurd fashion.</p>
+
+<p>An English song, printed as a broadside about 1640, <i>The Lovely
+Northerne Lasse</i>, is directed to be sung ā€˜to a pleasant Scotch tune,
+called The broom of Cowden Knowes.ā€™ It is a poor variant of our ballad,
+in the usual broadside style, and cannot have been written by any one
+fully acquainted with the Scottish ballad. It is in the Roxburghe,
+Douce, and other collections.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE LAIRD OF KNOTTINGTON</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜knows,ā€™ knolls.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜bught,ā€™ sheep-pen.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">There</span> was a troop of merry
+gentlemen</p>
+<p class = "inset">Was riding atween twa knows,</p>
+<p>And they heard the voice of a bonny lass,</p>
+<p class = "inset">In a bught milking her ews.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">201</span>
+<a name = "page201" id = "page201"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Thereā€™s ane oā€™ them lighted frae off his steed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And has tyā€™d him to a tree,</p>
+<p>And heā€™s gane away to yon ew-bught,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To hear what it might be.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O pity me, fair maid,ā€™ he said,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Take pity upon me;</p>
+<p>O pity me, and my milk-white steed</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thatā€™s trembling at yon tree.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜As for your steed, he shall not want</p>
+<p class = "inset">The best of corn and hay;</p>
+<p>But as to you yourselā€™, kind sir,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Iā€™ve naething for to say.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Heā€™s taen her by the milk-white hand,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And by the green gown-sleeve,</p>
+<p>And he has led her into the ew-bught,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Of her friends he speerā€™d nae leave.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He has put his hand in his pocket,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And given her guineas three;</p>
+<p>ā€˜If I dinna come back in half a year,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Then luke nae mair for me.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Now show to me the kingā€™s hie street,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Now show to me the way;</p>
+<p>Now show to me the kingā€™s hie street,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And the fair water of Tay.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+She showā€™d to him the kingā€™s hie street,</p>
+<p class = "inset">She showā€™d to him the way;</p>
+<p>She showā€™d him the way that he was to go,</p>
+<p class = "inset">By the fair water of Tay.</p>
+<span class = "pagenum">202</span>
+<a name = "page202" id = "page202"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+9.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜your lain,ā€™ by yourself.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+When she came hame, her father said,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Come, tell to me right plain;</p>
+<p>I doubt youā€™ve met some in the way,</p>
+<p class = "inset">You have not been your lain.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜The night it is baith mist and mirk,</p>
+<p class = "inset">You may gan out and see;</p>
+<p>The night is mirk and misty too,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Thereā€™s nae body been wiā€™ me.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+11.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜tod,ā€™ fox.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜There was a tod came to your flock,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The like I neā€™er did see;</p>
+<p>When he spake, he lifted his hat,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He had a bonny twinkling ee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+When fifteen weeks were past and gane,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Full fifteen weeks and three,</p>
+<p>Then she began to think it lang</p>
+<p class = "inset">For the man wiā€™ the twinkling ee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+It fell out on a certain day,</p>
+<p class = "inset">When she cawd out her fatherā€™s ky,</p>
+<p>There was a troop of gentlemen</p>
+<p class = "inset">Came merrily riding by.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Weel may ye sigh and sob,ā€™ says ane,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Weel may you sigh and see;</p>
+<p>Weel may you sigh and say, fair maid,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Whaā€™s gotten this bairn wiā€™ thee?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+She turned herselā€™ then quickly about,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And thinking meikle shame;</p>
+<p>ā€˜O no, kind sir, it is na sae,</p>
+<p class = "inset">For it has a dad at hame.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">203</span>
+<a name = "page203" id = "page203"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜O hawd your tongue, my bonny lass,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Sae loud as I hear you lee!</p>
+<p>For dinna you mind that summer night</p>
+<p class = "inset">I was in the bught wiā€™ thee?ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">17.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He lighted off his milk-white steed,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And set this fair maid on;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Now caw out your ky, good father,ā€™ he said,</p>
+<p class = "inset">ā€˜Sheā€™ll neā€™er caw them out again.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">18.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+18.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜plowsā€™: as much land as a plough will till in a
+year.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜I am the laird of Knottington,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Iā€™ve fifty plows and three;</p>
+<p>Iā€™ve gotten now the bonniest lass</p>
+<p class = "inset">That is in the hale country.ā€™</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">204</span>
+<a name = "page204" id = "page204"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+THE WHUMMIL BORE</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from Motherwellā€™s <span
+class = "smallroman">MS.</span> He included it in the Appendix to his
+<i>Minstrelsy</i>. No other collector or editor notices the
+ballad&mdash;ā€˜if it ever were one,ā€™ as Child remarks.</p>
+
+<p>The only point to be noted is that the second stanza has crept into
+two versions of <i>Hind Horn</i>, apparently because of the resemblance
+of the previous stanzas, which present a mere ballad-commonplace.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE WHUMMIL BORE</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+1.<sup>2,4,5</sup> The burden is of course repeated in each stanza.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">Seven</span> lang years I hae served the
+king,</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>Fa fa fa fa lilly</i></p>
+<p>And I never got a sight of his daughter but ane.</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>With my glimpy, glimpy, glimpy eedle,</i></p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>Lillum too tee a ta too a tee a ta a
+tally</i></p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+2.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜whummil bore,ā€™ a hole bored with a whimble or
+gimlet.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+I saw her throā€™ a whummil bore,</p>
+<p>And I neā€™er got a sight of her no more.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Twa was putting on her gown,</p>
+<p>And ten was putting pins therein.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Twa was putting on her shoon,</p>
+<p>And twa was buckling them again.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">205</span>
+<a name = "page205" id = "page205"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Five was combing down her hair,</p>
+<p>And I never got a sight of her nae mair.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Her neck and breast was like the snow,</p>
+<p>Then from the bore I was forced to go.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">206</span>
+<a name = "page206" id = "page206"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+LORD MAXWELLā€™S LAST GOODNIGHT</h4>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from the Glenriddell
+<span class = "smallroman">MSS.</span>, and is the one on which Sir
+Walter Scott based the version given in the <i>Border Minstrelsy</i>.
+Byron notes in the preface to <i>Childe Harold</i> that ā€˜the good-night
+in the beginning of the first canto was suggested by Lord Maxwellā€™s
+Goodnight in the Border Minstrelsy.ā€™</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story.</span>&mdash;John, ninth Lord
+Maxwell, killed Sir James Johnstone in 1608; the feud between the
+families was of long standing (see 3.<sup>4</sup>), beginning in 1585.
+Lord Maxwell fled the country, and was sentenced to death in his
+absence. On his return in 1612 he was betrayed by a kinsman, and
+beheaded at Edinburgh on May 21, 1613. This was the end of the feud,
+which contained cases of treachery and perfidy on both sides.</p>
+
+<p>ā€˜Robert of Oarchyardtounā€™ was Sir Robert Maxwell of Orchardton, Lord
+Maxwellā€™s cousin.</p>
+
+<p>ā€˜Drumlanrig,ā€™ ā€˜Cloesburn,ā€™ and ā€˜the laird of Laggā€™ were respectively
+named Douglas, Kirkpatrick, and Grierson.</p>
+
+<p>The Maxwells had houses, or custody of houses at Dumfries, Lochmaben,
+Langholm, and Thrieve; and Carlaverock Castle is still theirs.</p>
+
+<p>As for Lord Maxwellā€™s ā€˜lady and only joy<ins class = "correction"
+title = "close quote missing or invisible">,ā€™</ins> the ballad neglects
+the fact that he instituted a process of divorce against her, and that
+she died, while it was pending, in 1608, five years before the date of
+the ā€˜Goodnight.ā€™</p>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">207</span>
+<a name = "page207" id = "page207"> </a>
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+LORD MAXWELLā€™S LAST GOODNIGHT</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">ā€˜Adiew</span>, madam my mother dear,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But and my sisters two!</p>
+<p>Adiew, fair Robert of Oarchyardtoun</p>
+<p class = "inset">For thee my heart is woe.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Adiew, the lilly and the rose,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The primrose, sweet to see!</p>
+<p>Adiew, my lady and only joy!</p>
+<p class = "inset">For I manna stay with thee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+3.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜feed,ā€™ feud.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+3.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜dead,ā€™ death.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Thoā€™ I have killed the laird Johnston,</p>
+<p class = "inset">What care I for his feed?</p>
+<p>My noble mind dis still incline;</p>
+<p class = "inset">He was my fatherā€™s dead.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Both night and day I laboured oft</p>
+<p class = "inset">Of him revenged to be,</p>
+<p>And now Iā€™ve got what I long sought;</p>
+<p class = "inset">But I manna stay with thee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Adiew, Drumlanrig! false was ay,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And Cloesburn! in a band,</p>
+<p>Where the laird of Lagg fra my father fled</p>
+<p class = "inset">When the Johnston struck off his hand.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜They were three brethren in a band;</p>
+<p class = "inset">Joy may they never see!</p>
+<p>But now Iā€™ve got what I long sought,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And I maunna stay with thee.</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">208</span>
+<a name = "page208" id = "page208"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Adiew, Dumfries, my proper place,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But and Carlaverock fair!</p>
+<p>Adiew, the castle of the Thrieve,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And all my buildings there!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+8.<sup>2</sup> ā€˜shank,ā€™ point of a hill.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Adiew, Lochmabenā€™s gates so fair,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The Langholm shank, where birks they be!</p>
+<p>Adiew, my lady and only joy!</p>
+<p class = "inset">And, trust me, I maunna stay with thee.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+9.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜bangisters,ā€™ roisterers, freebooters.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Adiew, fair Eskdale, up and down,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Where my poor friends do dwell!</p>
+<p>The bangisters will ding them down,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And will them sore compel.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But Iā€™ll revenge that feed mysell</p>
+<p class = "inset">When I come ouā€™r the sea;</p>
+<p>Adiew, my lady and only joy!</p>
+<p class = "inset">For I maunna stay with thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Lord of the land, will you go then</p>
+<p class = "inset">Unto my fatherā€™s place,</p>
+<p>And walk into their gardens green,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And I will you embrace.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Ten thousand times Iā€™ll kiss your face,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And sport, and make you merry.ā€™</p>
+<p>ā€˜I thank thee, my lady, for thy kindness,</p>
+<p class = "inset">But, trust me, I maunna stay with thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">209</span>
+<a name = "page209" id = "page209"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Then he took off a great gold ring,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Whereat hang signets three;</p>
+<p>ā€˜Hae, take thee that, my ain dear thing,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And still hae mind of me;</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+14.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜But if,ā€™ unless.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜But if thow marry another lord</p>
+<p class = "inset">Ere I come ouā€™r the sea;</p>
+<p>Adiew, my lady and only joy!</p>
+<p class = "inset">For I maunna stay with thee.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">15.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The wind was fair, the ship was close,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That good lord went away,</p>
+<p>And most part of his friends were there,</p>
+<p class = "inset">To give him a fair convay.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">16.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+They drank thair wine, they did not spare,</p>
+<p class = "inset">Even in the good lordā€™s sight;</p>
+<p>Now he is oā€™er the floods so gray,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And Lord Maxwell has taā€™en his goodnight.</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+END OF THE THIRD SERIES</h5>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">210</span>
+<a name = "page210" id = "page210"> </a>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">211</span>
+<a name = "page211" id = "page211"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter">
+APPENDIX</h4>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE JOLLY JUGGLER</h5>
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Text</span> is from a manuscript at
+Balliol College, Oxford, No. 354, already referred to in the First
+Series (p.&nbsp;80) as supplying a text of <i>The Nut-brown Maid</i>.
+The manuscript, which is of the early part of the sixteenth century, has
+been edited by Ewald FlĆ¼gel in <i>Anglia</i>, vol. xxvi., where the
+present ballad appears on pp. 278-9. I&nbsp;have only modernised the
+spelling, and broken up the lines, as the ballad is written in two long
+lines and a short one to each stanza.</p>
+
+<p>No other text is known to me. The volume of <i>Anglia</i> containing
+the ballad was not published till 1903, some five years after Professor
+Childā€™s death; and I believe he would have included it in his collection
+had he known of&nbsp;it.</p>
+
+
+<p><span class = "smallcaps">The Story</span> narrates the subjugation
+of a proud lady who scorns all her wooers, by a juggler who assumes the
+guise of a knight. On the morrow the lady discovers her paramour to be a
+churl, and he is led away to execution, but escapes by
+<span class = "pagenum">212</span>
+<a name = "page212" id = "page212"> </a>
+juggling himself into a meal-bag: the dust falls in the ladyā€™s eye.</p>
+
+<p>It would doubtless require a skilled folk-lorist to supply full
+critical notes and parallels; but I subjoin such details as I have been
+able to collect.</p>
+
+<p>In <i>The Beggar Laddie</i> (Child, No. 280, v.&nbsp;116) a pretended
+beggar or shepherd-boy induces a lassie to follow him, ā€˜because he was a
+bonny laddie.ā€™ They come to his fatherā€™s (or&nbsp;brotherā€™s) hall; he
+knocks, four-and-twenty gentlemen welcome him in, and as many gay ladies
+attend the lassie, who is thenceforward a knightā€™s or squireā€™s lady.</p>
+
+<p>In <i>The Jolly Beggar</i> (Child, No. 279, v.&nbsp;109), which, with
+the similar Scottish poem <i>The Gaberlunzie Man</i>, is attributed
+without authority to James <span class = "smallroman">V.</span> of
+Scotland, a&nbsp;beggar takes up his quarters in a house, and will only
+lie behind the hall-door, or by the fire. The lassie rises to bar the
+door, and is seized by the beggar. He asks if there are dogs in the
+town, as they would steal all his ā€˜meal-pocks.ā€™ She throws the
+meal-pocks over the wall, saying, ā€˜The deil go with your meal-pocks, my
+maidenhead, and&nbsp;aā€™.ā€™ The beggar reveals himself as a braw
+gentleman.</p>
+
+<p>A converse story is afforded by the first part of the Norse tale
+translated by Dasent in <i>Popular Tales from the Norse</i>, 1888,
+p.&nbsp;39, under the title of <i>Hacon Grizzlebeard</i>.
+A&nbsp;princess refuses all suitors, and mocks them publicly. Hacon
+Grizzlebeard, a&nbsp;prince, comes to woo her. She
+<span class = "pagenum">213</span>
+<a name = "page213" id = "page213"> </a>
+makes the kingā€™s fool mutilate the princeā€™s horses, and then makes game
+of his appearance as he drives out the next day. Resolved to take his
+revenge, Hacon disguises himself as a beggar, attracts the princessā€™s
+notice by means of a golden spinning-wheel, its stand, and a golden
+wool-winder, and sells them to her for the privilege of sleeping firstly
+outside her door, secondly beside her bed, and finally in it. The rest
+of the tale narrates Haconā€™s method of breaking down the princessā€™s
+pride.</p>
+
+<p>Other parallels of incident and phraseology may be noted:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>4.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜well good steedā€™; ā€˜well good,ā€™ a commonplace = very
+good; for ā€˜well good steed,ā€™ cf. <i>John oā€™ the Side</i>,
+34.<sup>3</sup> (<a href = "#page162">p.&nbsp;162</a> of this
+volume).</p>
+
+<p>7.<sup>1</sup> ā€˜Four-and-twenty knights.ā€™ The number is a commonplace
+in ballads; especially cf. <i>The Beggar Laddie</i> (as above), Childā€™s
+text&nbsp;A, st. 13:</p>
+
+<div class = "poem intro">
+<p>ā€˜Four anā€™ tuenty gentelmen</p>
+<p>They conved the beager ben,</p>
+<p>Anā€™ as mony gay ladĆ«s</p>
+<p class = "inset">Conved the beagerā€™s lassie.ā€™</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>12.<sup>4</sup> For the proper mediƦval horror of ā€˜churlā€™s blood,ā€™
+see <i>Glasgerion</i>, stt. 12, 19 (First Series, pp. 4,&nbsp;5).</p>
+
+<p>13.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜meal-pock.ā€™ The meal-bag was part of the
+professional beggarā€™s outfit; see <i>Will Stewart and John</i>,
+78.<sup>3</sup> (Child, No. 107, ii.&nbsp;437). For blinding with
+meal-dust, see <i>Robin Hood and the Beggar</i>, ii. 77, 78 (Child, No.
+134, iii. 163). The
+<span class = "pagenum">214</span>
+<a name = "page214" id = "page214"> </a>
+meal-pock also occurs in <i>The Jolly Beggar</i>, as cited above.</p>
+
+
+<h5 class = "section">
+THE JOLLY JUGGLER</h5>
+
+<div class = "poem">
+
+<p class = "inset2 first">
+Draw me near, draw me near,</p>
+<p class = "inset2">
+Draw me near, ye jolly jugglere!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">1.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+<span class = "firstword">Here</span> beside dwelleth</p>
+<p class = "inset">A rich baronā€™s daughter;</p>
+<p>She would have no man</p>
+<p class = "inset">That for her love had sought her.</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>So nice she was!</i></p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">2.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+2.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜But if,ā€™ unless.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+She would have no man</p>
+<p class = "inset">That was made of mould,</p>
+<p>But if he had a mouth of gold</p>
+<p class = "inset">To kiss her when she would.</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>So dangerous she was!</i></p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">3.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+3.<sup>4</sup> ā€˜teen,ā€™ wrath.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+Thereof heard a jolly juggler</p>
+<p class = "inset">That laid was on the green;</p>
+<p>And at this ladyā€™s words</p>
+<p class = "inset">I wis he had great teen.</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>An-angā€™red he was!</i></p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">4.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He juggled to him a well good steed</p>
+<p class = "inset">Of an old horse-bone,</p>
+<p>A saddle and a bridle both,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And set himself thereon.</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>A juggler he was!</i></p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">215</span>
+<a name = "page215" id = "page215"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">5.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+5.<sup>3</sup>, 6.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜wend,ā€™ thought.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+5.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜hadā€™ omitted in the manuscript.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+He pricked and pranced both</p>
+<p class = "inset">Before that ladyā€™s gate;</p>
+<p>She wend he [had] been an angel</p>
+<p class = "inset">Was come for her sake.</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>A pricker he was!</i></p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">6.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+He pricked and pranced</p>
+<p class = "inset">Before that ladyā€™s bower;</p>
+<p>She wend he had been an angel</p>
+<p class = "inset">Come from heaven tower.</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>A prancer he was!</i></p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">7.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+Four-and-twenty knights</p>
+<p class = "inset">Led him into the hall,</p>
+<p>And as many squires</p>
+<p class = "inset">His horse to the stall,</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>And gave him meat</i>.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">8.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+8.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜Heā€™: the manuscript reads ā€˜&amp;.ā€™</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+They gave him oats</p>
+<p class = "inset">And also hay;</p>
+<p>He was an old shrew</p>
+<p class = "inset">And held his head away.</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>He would not eat.</i></p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">9.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The day began to pass,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The night began to come,</p>
+<p>To bed was brought</p>
+<p class = "inset">The fair gentlewoman,</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>And the juggler also</i>.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">10.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+The night began to pass,</p>
+<p class = "inset">The day began to spring;</p>
+<p>All the birds of her bower,</p>
+<p class = "inset">They began to sing,</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>And the cuckoo also</i>!</p>
+
+<span class = "pagenum">216</span>
+<a name = "page216" id = "page216"> </a>
+
+<p class = "stanza">11.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜Where be ye, my merry maidens,</p>
+<p class = "inset">That ye come not me to?</p>
+<p>The jolly windows of my bower</p>
+<p class = "inset">Look that you undo,</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>That I may see</i>!</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">12.</p>
+<p class = "first">
+ā€˜For I have in mine arms</p>
+<p class = "inset">A duke or else an earl.ā€™</p>
+<p>But when she looked him upon,</p>
+<p class = "inset">He was a blear-eyed churl.</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>ā€˜Alas!ā€™ she said.</i></p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">13.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+13.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜meal-pock,ā€™ meal-bag.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+She led him to an hill,</p>
+<p class = "inset">And hanged should he be.</p>
+<p>He juggled himself to a meal-pock;</p>
+<p class = "inset">The dust fell in her eye;</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>Beguiled she was</i>.</p>
+
+<p class = "stanza">14.</p>
+<p class = "notes">
+14.<sup>3</sup> ā€˜giglot,ā€™ wench.</p>
+
+<p class = "first">
+God and our Lady</p>
+<p class = "inset">And sweet Saint Joham</p>
+<p>Send every giglot of this town</p>
+<p class = "inset">Such another leman,</p>
+<p class = "inset2"><i>Even as he was</i>!</p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">217</span>
+<a name = "page217" id = "page217"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter"><a name = "titles" id = "titles">
+INDEX OF TITLES</a></h4>
+
+<table class = "index" summary = "index of ballad titles">
+<tr>
+<td></td>
+<td class = "number smallroman">PAGE</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Baron of Brackley, The,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page122">122</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Battle of Harlaw, The,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page194">194</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Battle of Otterburn, The,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page16">16</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page133">133</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Bewick and Grahame,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page101">101</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Braes of Yarrow, The,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page34">34</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Captain Car,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page62">62</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Clydeā€™s Water,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page140">140</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Death of Parcy Reed, The,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page93">93</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Dick oā€™ the Cow,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page75">75</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Durham Field,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page181">181</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Earl Bothwell,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page177">177</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Fire of Frendraught, The,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page112">112</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Flodden Field,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page71">71</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Gardener, The,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page153">153</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Geordie,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page118">118</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Gipsy Laddie, The,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page129">129</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Heir of Linne, The,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page170">170</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Hunting of the Cheviot, The,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page1">1</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Jamie Douglas,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page164">164</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>John oā€™ the Side,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page156">156</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Johnie Armstrong,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page30">30</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Jolly Juggler, The,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page211">211</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td>
+<span class = "pagenum">218</span>
+<a name = "page218" id = "page218"> </a>
+<p>Katharine Jaffray,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page145">145</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Kinmont Willie,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page49">49</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Laird of Knottington, The,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page200">200</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Laird oā€™ Logie, The,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page58">58</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Lizie Lindsay,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page148">148</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Lord Maxwellā€™s Last Goodnight,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page206">206</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Mary Hamilton,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page44">44</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Outlyer Bold, The,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page40">40</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Sir Hugh in the Grimeā€™s Downfall,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page89">89</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Sir James the Rose,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page135">135</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Sir Patrick Spence,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page68">68</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Twa Brothers, The,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page37">37</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Waly, waly, gin love be bonny,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page168">168</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Whummil Bore, The,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page204">204</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<span class = "pagenum">219</span>
+<a name = "page219" id = "page219"> </a>
+
+<h4 class = "chapter"><a name = "firstlines" id = "firstlines">
+INDEX OF FIRST LINES</a></h4>
+
+<table class = "index" summary = "index of ballad first lines">
+<tr>
+<td></td>
+<td class = "number smallroman">PAGE</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Adiew, madam my mother dear,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page207">207</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>As I cam in by Dunidier,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page195">195</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>God send the land deliverance,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page94">94</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Good Lord John is a hunting gone,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page89">89</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Here beside dwelleth,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page214">214</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>I dreamed a dreary dream this night,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page34">34</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Inverey cam doun Deeside, whistlinā€™ and playinā€™,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page123">123</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>It befell at Martynmas,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page63">63</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Itā€™s of a young lord oā€™ the Hielands,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page148">148</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>I will sing, if ye will hearken,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page59">59</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>King Jamie hath made a vow,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page72">72</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Lordings, listen and hold you still,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page182">182</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Now Liddisdale has long lain in,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page76">76</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page134">134</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Of all the lords in fair Scotland,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page171">171</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>O have ye na heard oā€™ the fause Sakelde,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page50">50</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>O heard ye of Sir James the Rose,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page135">135</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Old Grahame he is to Carlisle gone,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page101">101</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>O waly, waly up the bank,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page168">168</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Peter oā€™ Whifield he hath slain,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page157">157</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Seven lang years I hae served the king,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page204">204</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td>
+<span class = "pagenum">220</span>
+<a name = "page220" id = "page220"> </a>
+<p>The eighteenth of October,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page113">113</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>The gardener stands in his bower-door,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page153">153</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>The king sits in Dumferling toune,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page69">69</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>The Persƫ owt off Northombarlonde,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page3">3</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>There cam singers to Earl Cassillisā€™ gates,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page130">130</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>There dwelt a man in faire Westmerland,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page30">30</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>There livā€™d a lass in yonder dale,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page145">145</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>There was a battle in the north,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page118">118</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>There was a troop of merry gentlemen,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page200">200</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>There were three sisters, they lived in a bower,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page40">40</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>There were twa brethren in the north,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page37">37</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Waly, waly up the bank,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page165">165</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Woe worth thee, woe worth thee, false Scotland,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page177">177</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Wordā€™s gane to the kitchen,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page46">46</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr class = "gap">
+<td><p>Ye gie corn unto my horse,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page141">141</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>Yt fell abowght the Lamasse tyde,</p></td>
+<td class = "number"><a href = "#page18">18</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<hr>
+
+<h6>Printed by T. and A. <span class = "smallcaps">Constable</span>,
+Printers to His Majesty at the Edinburgh University Press</h6>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
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+Title: Ballads of Scottish Tradition and Romance
+       Popular Ballads of the Olden Times - Third Series
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: Frank Sidgwick
+
+Release Date: February 19, 2007 [EBook #20624]
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+POPULAR BALLADS OF THE OLDEN TIME
+
++First Series.+ Ballads of Romance and Chivalry.
+
+'It forms an excellent introduction to a sadly neglected source of
+poetry.... We ... hope that it will receive ample encouragement.'
+--_Athenaeum._
+
+'It will certainly, if carried out as it is begun, constitute a boon to
+the lover of poetry.... We shall look with anxiety for the following
+volumes of what will surely be the best popular edition in existence.'
+--_Notes and Queries._
+
+'There can be nothing but praise for the selection, editing, and notes,
+which are all excellent and adequate. It is, in fine, a valuable volume
+of what bids fair to be a very valuable series.' --_Academy._
+
+'The most serviceable edition of the ballads yet published in England.'
+--_Manchester Guardian._
+
+
++Second Series.+ Ballads of Mystery and Miracle and Fyttes of Mirth.
+
+'Even more interesting than the first.' --_Athenaeum._
+
+'The augmenting series will prove an inestimable boon.' --_Notes and
+Queries._
+
+'It includes many beautiful and well-known ballads, and no pains have
+been spared by the editor in producing them, so far as may be, in their
+entirety.' --_World._
+
+'The second volume ... carries out the promise of the first.... Even
+after Professor Kittredge's compressed edition of Child, ... Mr.
+Sidgwick's work abundantly justifies its existence.' --_Manchester
+Guardian._
+
+  [The "First Series" is available from Project Gutenberg as e-text
+  #20469. The "Second Series" is in preparation as of February 2007.]
+
+
+
+
+  POPULAR BALLADS
+  OF THE OLDEN TIME
+  SELECTED AND EDITED
+  BY FRANK SIDGWICK
+
+  Third Series. Ballads of
+  Scottish Tradition and
+  Romance
+
+  'I wadna gi'e ae wheeple of a whaup
+  for a' the nichtingales in England.'
+
+
+
+
+  A. H. BULLEN
+  47 Great Russell Street
+  London. MCMVI
+
+
+
+
+  'It is impossible that anything should be universally tasted and
+  approved by a Multitude, tho' they are only the Rabble of a Nation,
+  which hath not in it some peculiar Aptness to please and gratify the
+  Mind of Man.'
+
+      Addison.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+                                                          PAGE
+
+  Map to illustrate Border Ballads               _Frontispiece_
+  Preface                                                  vii
+  Ballads in the Third Series                               ix
+
+  The Hunting of the Cheviot                                 1
+  The Battle of Otterburn                                   16
+  Johnie Armstrong                                          30
+  The Braes of Yarrow                                       34
+  The Twa Brothers                                          37
+  The Outlyer Bold                                          40
+  Mary Hamilton                                             44
+  Kinmont Willie                                            49
+  The Laird o' Logie                                        58
+  Captain Car                                               62
+  Sir Patrick Spence                                        68
+  Flodden Field                                             71
+  Dick o' the Cow                                           75
+  Sir Hugh in the Grime's Downfall                          89
+  The Death of Parcy Reed                                   93
+  Bewick and Grahame                                       101
+  The Fire of Frendraught                                  112
+  Geordie                                                  118
+  The Baron of Brackley                                    122
+  The Gipsy Laddie                                         129
+  Bessy Bell and Mary Gray                                 133
+  Sir James the Rose                                       135
+  Clyde's Water                                            140
+  Katharine Jaffray                                        145
+  Lizie Lindsay                                            148
+  The Gardener                                             153
+  John o' the Side                                         156
+  Jamie Douglas                                            164
+    Waly, waly gin love be bonny                           168
+  The Heir of Linne                                        170
+  Earl Bothwell                                            177
+  Durham Field                                             181
+  The Battle of Harlaw                                     194
+  The Laird of Knottington                                 200
+  The Whummil Bore                                         204
+  Lord Maxwell's Last Goodnight                            206
+
+  Appendix--
+    the Jolly Juggler                                      211
+  Index of Titles                                          217
+  Index of First Lines                                     219
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE
+
+
+Although a certain number of the ballads in this volume belong to
+England as much as to Scotland, the greater number are so intimately
+connected with Scottish history and tradition, that it would have been
+rash (to say the least) for a Southron to have ventured across the
+border unaided. It is therefore more than a pleasure to record my thanks
+to my friend Mr. A. Francis Steuart of Edinburgh, to whom I have
+submitted the proofs of these ballads. His extensive and peculiar
+knowledge of Scottish history and genealogy has been of the greatest
+service throughout.
+
+I must also thank Mr. C. G. Tennant for assistance with the map given as
+frontispiece; and my unknown friend, Messrs. Constable's reader, has
+supplied valuable help in detail.
+
+My self-imposed scheme of classification by subject-matter becomes no
+easier as the end of my task approaches. The Fourth Series will consist
+mainly of ballads of Robin Hood and other outlaws, including a few
+pirates. The projected class of 'Sea Ballads' has thus been split; _Sir
+Patrick Spence_, for example, appears in this volume. A few ballads defy
+classification, and will have to appear, if at all, in a miscellaneous
+section.
+
+The labour of reducing to modern spelling several ballads from the
+seventeenth-century orthography of the Percy Folio is compensated,
+I hope, by the quaint and spirited result. These lively ballads are now
+presented for the first time in this popular form.
+
+In _The Jolly Juggler_, given in the Appendix, I claim to have
+discovered a new ballad, which has not yet been treated as such, though
+I make bold to think Professor Child would have included it in his
+collection had he known of it. I trust that the publicity thus given to
+it will attract the attention of experts more competent than myself to
+annotate and illustrate it as it deserves.
+
+    F. S.
+
+
+
+
+BALLADS IN THE THIRD SERIES
+
+
+I have hesitated to use the term 'historical' in choosing a general
+title for the ballads in this volume, although, if the word can be
+applied to any popular ballads, it would be applied with most
+justification to a large number of these ballads of Scottish and Border
+tradition. 'Some ballads are historical, or at least are founded on
+actual occurrences. In such cases, we have a manifest point of departure
+for our chronological investigation. The ballad is likely to have sprung
+up shortly after the event, and to represent the common rumo[u]r of the
+time. Accuracy is not to be expected, and indeed too great historical
+fidelity in detail is rather a ground of suspicion than a certificate
+of the genuinely popular character of the piece.... Two cautionary
+observations are necessary. Since history repeats itself, the
+possibility and even the probability must be entertained that every now
+and then a ballad which had been in circulation for some time was
+adapted to the circumstances of a recent occurrence, and has come down
+to us only in such an adaptation. It is also far from improbable that
+many ballads which appear to have no definite localization or historical
+antecedents may be founded on fact, since one of the marked tendencies
+of popular narrative poetry is to alter or eliminate specific names of
+persons and places in the course of oral tradition.'[1]
+
+    [Footnote 1: Introduction (p. xvi) to _English and Scottish Popular
+    Ballads, edited from the Collection of Francis James Child, by Helen
+    Child Sargent and George Lyman Kittredge_, 1905. This admirable
+    condensation of Child's five volumes, issued since my Second Series,
+    is enhanced by Professor Kittredge's _Introduction_, the best
+    possible substitute for the gap left in the larger book by the
+    death of Child before the completion of his task.]
+
+Warned by these wise words, we may, perhaps, select the following
+ballads from the present volume as 'historical, or at least founded on
+actual occurrences.'
+
+(i) This section, which we may call 'Historical,' includes _The Hunting
+of the Cheviot_, _The Battle of Otterburn_, _Mary Hamilton_, _The Laird
+o' Logie_, _Captain Car_, _Flodden Field_, _The Fire of Frendraught_,
+_Bessy Bell and Mary Gray_, _Jamie Douglas_, _Earl Bothwell_, _Durham
+Field_, _The Battle of Harlaw_, and _Lord Maxwell's Last Goodnight_.
+Probably we should add _The Death of Parcy Reed_; possibly _Geordie_ and
+_The Gipsy Laddie_. More doubtful still is _Sir Patrick Spence_; and
+_The Baron of Brackley_ confuses two historical events.
+
+(ii) From the above section I have eliminated those which may be
+separately classified as 'Border Ballads.' _Sir Hugh in the Grime's
+Downfall_ seems to have some historical foundation, but _Bewick and
+Grahame_ has none. A sub-section of 'Armstrong Ballads' forms a good
+quartet; _Johnie Armstrong_, _Kinmont Willie_, _Dick o' the Cow_, and
+_John o' the Side_.
+
+(iii) In the purely 'Romantic' class we may place _The Braes of Yarrow_,
+_The Twa Brothers_, _The Outlyer Bold_, _Clyde's Water_, _Katharine
+Jaffray_, _Lizie Lindsay_, _The Heir of Linne_, and _The Laird of
+Knottington_.
+
+(iv) There remain a lyrical ballad, _The Gardener_; a song, _Waly, waly,
+gin love be bonny_; and the nondescript _Whummil Bore_. The Appendix
+contains a ballad, _The Jolly Juggler_, which would have come more
+fittingly in the First Series, had I known of it in time.
+
+In the general arrangement, however, the above classes have been mixed,
+in order that the reader may browse as he pleases.
+
+
+I
+
+A comparison of the first two ballads in this volume will show the
+latitude with which it is possible for an historical incident to be
+treated by tradition. The Battle of Otterburn was fought in 1388; but
+our two versions belong to the middle of the sixteenth century. The
+English _Battle of Otterburn_ is the more faithful to history, and
+refers (35.2) to 'the cronykle' as authority. _The Hunting of the
+Cheviot_ was in the repertory of Richard Sheale (see First Series,
+_Introduction_, xxvii), who ends his version in the regular manner
+traditional amongst minstrels. Also, we have the broadside _Chevy
+Chase_, which well illustrates the degradation of a ballad in the hands
+of the hack-writers; this may be seen in many collections of ballads.
+
+_Mary Hamilton_ has a very curious literary history. If, _pendente
+lite_, we may assume the facts to be as suggested, pp. 44-46, it
+illustrates admirably Professor Kittredge's warning, quoted above, that
+ballads already in circulation may be adapted to the circumstances of a
+recent occurrence. But the incidents--betrayal, child-murder, and
+consequent execution--cannot have been uncommon in courts, at least in
+days of old; and it is quite probable that an early story was adapted,
+first to the incident of 1563, and again to the Russian story of 1718.
+Perhaps we may remark in passing that it is a pity that so repugnant a
+story should be attached to a ballad containing such beautiful stanzas
+as the last four.
+
+_Captain Car_ is an English ballad almost contemporary with the Scottish
+incident which it records; and, from the fact of its including a popular
+burden, we may presume it was adapted to the tune. _Bessy Bell and Mary
+Gray_, which records a piece of Scottish news of no importance whatever,
+has become an English nursery rhyme. In _Jamie Douglas_ an historical
+fact has been interwoven with a beautiful lyric. Indeed, the chances of
+corruption and contamination are infinite.
+
+
+II
+
+The long pathetic ballad of _Bewick and Grahame_ is a link between the
+romantic ballads and the ballads of the Border, _Sir Hugh in the Grime's
+Downfall_ connecting the Border ballads with the 'historical' ballads.
+The four splendid 'Armstrong ballads' also are mainly 'historical,'
+though _Dick o' the Cow_ requires further elucidation. _Kinmont Willie_
+is under suspicion of being the work of Sir Walter Scott, who alone of
+all ballad-editors, perhaps, could have compiled a ballad good enough to
+deceive posterity. We cannot doubt the excellence of _Kinmont Willie_;
+but it would be tedious, as well as unprofitable, to collect the hundred
+details of manner, choice of words, and expression, which discredit the
+authenticity of the ballad.
+
+_John o' the Side_ has not, I believe, been presented to readers in its
+present shape before. It is one of the few instances in which the
+English version of a ballad is better than the Scottish.
+
+
+III
+
+_The Braes o' Yarrow_ is a good example of the Scottish lyrical ballad,
+the continued rhyme being very effective. _The Twa Brothers_ has become
+a game, and _Lizie Lindsay_ a song. _The Outlyer Bold_ is a title I have
+been forced to give to a version of the ballad best known as _The Bonnie
+Banks o' Fordie_; this, it is true, might have come more aptly in the
+First Series. So also _Katharine Jaffray_, which enlarges the lesson
+taught in _The Cruel Brother_ (First Series, p. 76), and adds one of its
+own.
+
+_The Heir of Linne_ is another of the naive, delightful ballads from the
+Percy Folio, and in general style may be compared with _The Lord of
+Learne_ in the Second Series (p. 182).
+
+
+IV
+
+Little is to be said of _The Gardener_ or _The Whummil Bore_, the former
+being almost a lyric, and the latter presumably a fragment. _Waly,
+waly_, is not a ballad at all, and is only included because it has
+become confused with _Jamie Douglas_.
+
+_The Jolly Juggler_ seems to be a discovery, and I commend it to the
+notice of those better qualified to deal with it. The curious fifth line
+added to each verse may be the work of some minstrel--a humorous
+addition to, or comment upon, the foregoing stanza. Certain Danish
+ballads exhibit this peculiarity, but I cannot find any Danish
+counterpart to the ballad in Prior's three volumes.
+
+
+
+
+THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT
+
+
++The Text+ here given is that of a MS. in the Bodleian Library (Ashmole
+48) of about the latter half of the sixteenth century. It was printed by
+Hearne, and by Percy in the _Reliques_, and the whole MS. was edited by
+Thomas Wright for the Roxburghe Club in 1860. In this MS. _The Hunting
+of the Cheviot_ is No. viii., and is subscribed 'Expliceth, quod Rychard
+Sheale.' Sheale is known to have been a minstrel of Tamworth, and it
+would appear that much of this MS. (including certain poems, no doubt
+his own) is in his handwriting--probably the book belonged to him. But
+the supposition that he was author of the _Hunting of the Cheviot_,
+Child dismisses as 'preposterous in the extreme.'
+
+The other version, far better known as _Chevy Chase_, is that of the
+Percy Folio, published in the _Reliques_, and among the Pepys, Douce,
+Roxburghe, and Bagford collections of ballads. For the sake of
+differentiation this may be called the broadside form of the ballad, as
+it forms a striking example of the impairment of a traditional ballad
+when re-written for the broadside press. Doubtless it is the one known
+and commented on by Addison in his famous papers (Nos. 70 and 74) in the
+_Spectator_ (1711), but it is not the one referred to by Sir Philip
+Sidney in his _Apologie_. Professor Child doubts if Sidney's ballad,
+'being so evill apparelled in the dust and cobwebbes of that uncivill
+age,' is the traditional one here printed, which is scarcely the product
+of an uncivil age; more probably Sidney had heard it in a rough and
+ancient form, 'sung,' as he says, 'but by some blind crouder, with no
+rougher voyce than rude stile.' 'The Hunttis of the Chevet' is mentioned
+as one of the 'sangis of natural music of the antiquite' sung by the
+shepherds in _The Complaynt of Scotland_, a book assigned to 1549.
+
+
++The Story.+--The _Hunting of the Cheviot_ is a later version of the
+_Battle of Otterburn_, and a less conscientious account thereof.
+Attempts have been made to identify the _Hunting_ with the Battle of
+Piperden (or Pepperden) fought in 1436 between a Percy and a Douglas.
+But the present ballad is rather an unauthenticated account of an
+historical event, which made a great impression on the public mind. Of
+that, its unfailing popularity on both sides of the Border, its constant
+appearance in broadside form, and its inclusion in every ballad-book,
+give the best witness.
+
+The notable deed of Witherington (stanza 54) has many parallels. All
+will remember the warrior who
+
+  '... when his legs were smitten off
+  He fought upon his stumps.'
+
+Tradition tells an identical story of 'fair maiden Lilliard' at the
+Battle of Ancrum Muir in 1545. Seneca mentions the feat. It occurs in
+the Percy Folio, Sir Graysteel (in _Eger and Grine_) fighting on one
+leg. Johnie Armstrong and Sir Andrew Barton both retire to 'bleed
+awhile' after being transfixed through the body. Finally, in an early
+saga, King Starkathr (Starkad) fights on after his head is cut off.
+
+
+THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT
+
+  1.
+  The Perse owt off Northombarlonde,
+    and avowe to God mayd he
+  That he wold hunte in the mowntayns
+    off Chyviat within days thre,
+  In the magger of doughte Dogles,
+    and all that ever with him be.
+
+  2.
+  The fattiste hartes in all Cheviat
+    he sayd he wold kyll, and cary them away:
+  'Be my feth,' sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn,
+    'I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may.'
+
+  3.
+  Then the Perse owt off Banborowe cam,
+    with him a myghtee meany,
+  With fifteen hondrith archares bold off blood and bone;
+    the wear chosen owt of shyars thre.
+
+  4.
+  This begane on a Monday at morn,
+    in Cheviat the hillys so he;
+  The chylde may rue that ys vn-born,
+    it wos the mor pitte.
+
+  5.
+  The dryvars thorowe the woodes went,
+    for to reas the dear;
+  Bomen byckarte vppone the bent
+    with ther browd aros cleare.
+
+  6.
+  Then the wyld thorowe the woodes went,
+    on every syde shear;
+  Greahondes thorowe the grevis glent,
+    for to kyll thear dear.
+
+  7.
+  This begane in Chyviat the hyls abone,
+    yerly on a Monnyn-day;
+  Be that it drewe to the oware off none,
+    a hondrith fat hartes ded ther lay.
+
+  8.
+  The blewe a mort vppone the bent,
+    the semblyde on sydis shear;
+  To the quyrry then the Perse went,
+    to se the bryttlynge off the deare.
+
+  9.
+  He sayd, 'It was the Duglas promys
+    this day to met me hear;
+  But I wyste he wolde faylle, verament;'
+    a great oth the Perse swear.
+
+  10.
+  At the laste a squyar off Northomberlonde
+    lokyde at his hand full ny;
+  He was war a the doughetie Doglas commynge,
+    with him a myghtte meany.
+
+  11.
+  Both with spear, bylle, and brande,
+    yt was a myghtti sight to se;
+  Hardyar men, both off hart nor hande,
+    wear not in Cristiante.
+
+  12.
+  The wear twenti hondrith spear-men good,
+    withoute any feale;
+  The wear borne along be the watter a Twyde,
+    yth bowndes of Tividale.
+
+  13.
+  'Leave of the brytlyng of the dear,' he sayd,
+    'and to your boys lock ye tayk good hede;
+  For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne
+    had ye never so mickle nede.'
+
+  14.
+  The dougheti Dogglas on a stede,
+    he rode alle his men beforne;
+  His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede;
+    a boldar barne was never born.
+
+  15.
+  'Tell me whos men ye ar,' he says,
+    'or whos men that ye be:
+  Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays,
+    in the spyt of myn and of me.'
+
+  16.
+  The first mane that ever him an answear mayd,
+    yt was the good lord Perse:
+  'We wyll not tell the whoys men we ar,' he says,
+    'nor whos men that we be;
+  But we wyll hounte hear in this chays,
+    in the spyt of thyne and of the.
+
+  17.
+  'The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat
+    we have kyld, and cast to carry them away:'
+  'Be my troth,' sayd the doughete Dogglas agayn,
+    'therfor the ton of us shall de this day.'
+
+  18.
+  Then sayd the doughte Doglas
+    unto the lord Perse:
+  'To kyll alle thes giltles men,
+    alas, it wear great pitte!
+
+  19.
+  'But, Perse, thowe art a lord of lande,
+    I am a yerle callyd within my contre;
+  Let all our men vppone a parti stande,
+    and do the battell off the and of me.'
+
+  20.
+  'Nowe Cristes cors on his crowne,' sayd the lord Perse,
+    'who-so-ever ther-to says nay!
+  Be my troth, doughtte Doglas,' he says,
+    'thow shalt never se that day.
+
+  21.
+  'Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France,
+    nor for no man of a woman born,
+  But, and fortune be my chance,
+    I dar met him, on man for on.'
+
+  22.
+  Then bespayke a squyar off Northombarlonde,
+    Richard Wytharyngton was his nam:
+  'It shall never be told in Sothe-Ynglonde,' he says,
+    'to Kyng Herry the Fourth for sham.
+
+  23.
+  'I wat youe byn great lordes twaw,
+    I am a poor squyar of lande:
+  I wylle never se my captayne fyght on a fylde,
+    and stande my selffe and loocke on,
+  But whylle I may my weppone welde,
+    I wylle not fayle both hart and hande.'
+
+  24.
+  That day, that day, that dredfull day!
+    the first fit here I fynde;
+  And youe wyll here any mor a the hountyng a the Chyviat,
+    yet ys ther mor behynde.
+
+    ...   ...   ...
+
+  25.
+  The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent,
+    ther hartes wer good yenoughe;
+  The first off arros that the shote off,
+    seven skore spear-men the sloughe.
+
+  26.
+  Yet byddys the yerle Doglas vppon the bent,
+    a captayne good yenoughe,
+  And that was sene verament,
+    for he wrought hom both woo and wouche.
+
+  27.
+  The Dogglas partyd his ost in thre,
+    lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde;
+  With suar spears off myghtte tre,
+    the cum in on every syde:
+
+  28.
+  Thrughe our Yngglyshe archery
+    gave many a wounde fulle wyde;
+  Many a doughete the garde to dy,
+    which ganyde them no pryde.
+
+  29.
+  The Ynglyshe men let ther boys be,
+    and pulde owt brandes that wer brighte;
+  It was a hevy syght to se
+    bryght swordes on basnites lyght.
+
+  30.
+  Thorowe ryche male and myneyeple,
+    many sterne the strocke done streght;
+  Many a freyke that was fulle fre,
+    ther undar foot dyd lyght.
+
+  31.
+  At last the Duglas and the Perse met,
+    lyk to captayns of myght and of mayne;
+  The swapte togethar tylle the both swat
+    with swordes that wear of fyn myllan.
+
+  32.
+  Thes worthe freckys for to fyght,
+    ther-to the wear fulle fayne,
+  Tylle the bloode owte off thear basnetes sprente,
+    as ever dyd heal or rayn.
+
+  33.
+  'Yelde the, Perse,' sayde the Doglas,
+    'and i feth I shalle the brynge
+  Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis
+    of Jamy our Skottish kynge.
+
+  34.
+  'Thou shalte have thy ransom fre,
+    I hight the hear this thinge;
+  For the manfullyste man yet art thowe
+    that ever I conqueryd in filde fighttynge.'
+
+  35.
+  'Nay,' sayd the lord Perse,
+    'I tolde it the beforne,
+  That I wolde never yeldyde be
+    to no man of a woman born.'
+
+  36.
+  With that ther cam an arrowe hastely,
+    forthe off a myghtte wane;
+  Hit hathe strekene the yerle Duglas
+    in at the brest-bane.
+
+  37.
+  Thorowe lyvar and longes bathe
+    the sharpe arrowe ys gane,
+  That never after in all his lyffe-days
+    he spayke mo wordes but ane:
+  That was, 'Fyghte ye, my myrry men, whyllys ye may,
+    for my lyff-days ben gan.'
+
+  38.
+  The Perse leanyde on his brande,
+    and sawe the Duglas de;
+  He tooke the dede mane by the hande,
+    and sayd, 'Wo ys me for the!
+
+  39.
+  'To have savyde thy lyffe, I wolde have partyde with
+    my landes for years thre,
+  For a better man, of hart nare of hande,
+    was nat in all the north contre.'
+
+  40.
+  Off all that se a Skottishe knyght,
+    was callyd Ser Hewe the Monggombyrry;
+  He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght,
+    he spendyd a spear, a trusti tre.
+
+  41.
+  He rod uppone a corsiare
+    throughe a hondrith archery:
+  He never stynttyde, nar never blane,
+    tylle he cam to the good lord Perse.
+
+  42.
+  He set uppone the lorde Perse
+    a dynte that was full soare;
+  With a suar spear of a myghtte tre
+    clean thorow the body he the Perse ber,
+
+  43.
+  A the tothar syde that a man myght se
+    a large cloth-yard and mare:
+  Towe bettar captayns wear nat in Cristiante
+    then that day slan wear ther.
+
+  44.
+  An archar off Northomberlonde
+    say slean was the lord Perse;
+  He bar a bende bowe in his hand,
+    was made off trusti tre.
+
+  45.
+  An arow, that a cloth-yarde was lang,
+    to the harde stele halyde he;
+  A dynt that was both sad and soar
+    he sat on Ser Hewe the Monggombyrry.
+
+  46.
+  The dynt yt was both sad and sar,
+    that he of Monggomberry sete;
+  The swane-fethars that his arrowe bar
+    with his hart-blood the wear wete.
+
+  47.
+  Ther was never a freake wone foot wolde fle,
+    but still in stour dyd stand,
+  Heawyng on yche othar, whylle the myghte dre,
+    with many a balfull brande.
+
+  48.
+  This battell begane in Chyviat
+    an owar befor the none.
+  And when even-songe bell was rang,
+    the battell was nat half done.
+
+  49.
+  The tocke ... on ethar hande
+    be the lyght off the mone;
+  Many hade no strenght for to stande,
+    in Chyviat the hillys abon.
+
+  50.
+  Of fifteen hondrith archars of Ynglonde
+    went away but seventi and thre;
+  Of twenti hondrith spear-men of Skotlonde,
+    but even five and fifti.
+
+  51.
+  But all wear slayne Cheviat within;
+    the hade no strengthe to stand on hy;
+  The chylde may rue that ys unborne,
+    it was the mor pitte.
+
+  52.
+  Thear was slayne, withe the lord Perse,
+    Sir Johan of Agerstone,
+  Ser Rogar, the hinde Hartly,
+    Ser Wyllyam, the bolde Hearone.
+
+  53.
+  Ser Jorg, the worthe Loumle,
+    a knyghte of great renowen,
+  Ser Raff, the ryche Rugbe,
+    with dyntes wear beaten dowene.
+
+  54.
+  For Wetharryngton my harte was wo,
+    that ever he slayne shulde be;
+  For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to,
+    yet he knyled and fought on hys kny.
+
+  55.
+  Ther was slayne, with the dougheti Duglas,
+    Ser Hewe the Monggombyrry,
+  Ser Davy Lwdale, that worthe was,
+    his sistar's son was he.
+
+  56.
+  Ser Charls a Murre in that place,
+    that never a foot wolde fle;
+  Ser Hewe Maxwelle, a lorde he was,
+    with the Doglas dyd he dey.
+
+  57.
+  So on the morrowe the mayde them byears
+    off birch and hasell so gray;
+  Many wedous, with wepyng tears,
+    cam to fache ther makys away.
+
+  58.
+  Tivydale may carpe off care,
+    Northombarlond may mayk great mon,
+  For towe such captayns as slayne wear thear
+    on the March-parti shall never be non.
+
+  59.
+  Word ys commen to Eddenburrowe,
+    to Jamy the Skottishe kynge,
+  That dougheti Duglas, lyff-tenant of the Marches,
+    he lay slean Chyviot within.
+
+  60.
+  His handdes dyd he weal and wryng,
+    he sayd, 'Alas, and woe ys me!
+  Such an othar captayn Skotland within,'
+    he seyd, 'ye-feth shuld never be.'
+
+  61.
+  Worde ys commyn to lovly Londone,
+    till the fourth Harry our kynge,
+  That lord Perse, leyff-tenante of the Marchis,
+    he lay slayne Chyviat within.
+
+  62.
+  'God have merci on his solle,' sayde Kyng Harry,
+    'good lord, yf thy will it be!
+  I have a hondrith captayns in Ynglonde,' he sayd,
+    'as good as ever was he:
+  But, Perse, and I brook my lyffe,
+    thy deth well quyte shall be.'
+
+  63.
+  As our noble kynge mayd his avowe,
+    lyke a noble prince of renowen,
+  For the deth of the lord Perse
+    he dyde the battell of Hombyll-down;
+
+  64.
+  Wher syx and thritte Skottishe knyghtes
+    on a day wear beaten down:
+  Glendale glytteryde on ther armor bryght,
+    over castille, towar, and town.
+
+  65.
+  This was the hontynge off the Cheviat,
+    that tear begane this spurn;
+  Old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe
+    call it the battell of Otterburn.
+
+  66.
+  At Otterburn begane this spurne
+    uppone a Monnynday;
+  Ther was the doughte Doglas slean,
+    the Perse never went away.
+
+  67.
+  Ther was never a tym on the Marche-partes
+    sen the Doglas and the Perse met,
+  But yt ys mervele and the rede blude ronne not,
+    as the reane doys in the stret.
+
+  68.
+  Ihesue Crist our balys bete,
+    and to the blys vs brynge!
+  Thus was the hountynge of the Chivyat:
+    God send vs alle good endyng!
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.5: 'magger' = maugre; _i.e._ in spite of.
+  2.4: 'let,' hinder.
+  3.2: 'meany,' band, company.
+  3.4: 'the' = they; so constantly, 'shyars thre'; the districts
+    (still called shires) of Holy Island, Norham, and Bamborough.
+  5.3: 'byckarte,' _i.e._ bickered, attacked the deer.
+  6.1: 'wyld,' deer.
+  6.3: _i.e._ through the groves darted.
+  7.3: 'oware,' hour.
+  8.1: 'mort,' note of the bugle.
+  8.4: 'bryttlynge,' cutting up.
+  10.2: shaded his eyes with his hand.
+  12.2: 'feale,' fail.
+  12.4: 'yth,' in the.
+  13.2: 'boys,' bows.
+  14.3: 'glede,' glowing coal.
+  17.4: 'the ton,' one or other.
+  20.1: 'cors,' curse.
+  21.4: 'on,' one.
+  24.3: 'And,' If.
+  25.4: 'sloughe,' slew.
+  26.4: 'wouche,' evil.
+  29.4: 'basnites,' light helmets or skull-caps.
+  30.1: 'myneyeple,' = manople, a kind of long gauntlet.
+  30.3: 'freyke,' man. So 32.1, 47.1, etc.
+  31.4: 'myllan,' Milan steel. Cp. 'collayne,' _Battle of Otterburn_,
+    54.4
+  36.2: 'wane.' One arrow out of a large number.--Skeat.
+  38.3: Addison compared (Vergil, _Aen._ x. 823):--
+    'Ingemuit miserans graviter dextramque tetendit,' etc.
+  41.3: 'blane,' lingered.
+  44.2: 'say,' saw.
+  45.2: _i.e._ till the point reached the wood of the bow.
+  47.3: 'whylle the myghte dre' = while they might dree, as long as
+    they could hold.
+  53.1: 'Loumle,' Lumley; previously printed Louele (= Lovel).
+  57.4: 'makys,' mates, husbands.
+  58.4: 'March-parti,' the Border; so 'the Marches,' 59.3
+  60.1: 'weal,' clench(?).
+  63.4: The battle of Homildon Hill, near Wooler, Northumberland,
+    was fought in 1402. See 1 _King Henry IV._, Act I. sc. i.
+  65.2: 'spurn' = kick(?): Child suggests the reading:--'That ear
+    [= e'er] began this spurn!' as a lament. But the whole meaning
+    is doubtful.
+  67.4: as the rain does.
+  68.1: 'our balys bete,' our misfortunes relieve.]
+
+
+
+
+THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN
+
+
++The Text+ is given mainly from the Cotton MS., Cleopatra C. iv.
+(_circa_ 1550). It was printed by Percy in the fourth edition of the
+_Reliques_; in the first edition he gave it from Harleian MS. 293, which
+text also is made use of here. A separate Scottish ballad was popular at
+least as early as 1549, and arguments to prove that it was derived from
+the English ballad are as inconclusive as those which seek to prove the
+opposite.
+
+
++The Story.+--The battle of Otterburn was fought on Wednesday, August
+19, 1388. The whole story is given elaborately by Froissart, in his
+usual lively style, but is far too long to be inserted here. It may,
+however, be condensed as follows.
+
+The great northern families of Neville and Percy being at variance owing
+to the quarrels of Richard II. with his uncles, the Scots took the
+advantage of preparing a raid into England. Earl Percy, hearing of this,
+collected the Northumbrian powers; and, unable to withstand the force of
+the Scots, determined to make a counter-raid on the east or west of the
+border, according as the Scots should cross. The latter, hearing of the
+plan through a spy, foiled it by dividing their army into two parts, the
+main body under Archibald Douglas being directed to Carlisle. Three or
+four hundred picked men-at-arms, with two thousand archers and others,
+under James, Earl of Douglas, Earl of March and Dunbar, and the Earl of
+Murray, were to aim at Newcastle, and burn and ravage the bishopric of
+Durham. With the latter alone we are now concerned.
+
+With his small army the Earl of Douglas passed rapidly through
+Northumberland, crossed the Tyne near Brancepeth, wasted the country as
+far as the gates of Durham, and returned to Newcastle as rapidly as they
+had advanced. Several skirmishes took place at the barriers of the town:
+and in one of these Sir Henry Percy (Hotspur) was personally opposed to
+Douglas. After an obstinate struggle the Earl won the pennon of the
+English leader, and boasted that he would carry it to Scotland, and set
+it high on his castle of Dalkeith. 'That,' cried Hotspur, 'no Douglas
+shall ever do, and ere you leave Northumberland you shall have small
+cause to boast.' 'Your pennon,' answered Douglas, 'shall this night be
+placed before my tent; come and win it if you can.' But the Scots were
+suffered to retreat without any hostile attempts on the part of the
+English, and accordingly, after destroying the tower of Ponteland, they
+came on the second day to the castle of Otterburn, situated in
+Redesdale, about thirty-two miles from Newcastle. The rest may be read
+in the ballad.
+
+'Of all the battayles,' says Froissart, 'that I have made mention of
+here before, in all thys hystorye, great or small, thys battayle was one
+of the sorest, and best foughten, without cowards or faint hertes: for
+ther was nother knyght nor squyre but that dyde hys devoyre, and fought
+hand to hand.'
+
+
+THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN
+
+  1.
+  Yt fell abowght the Lamasse tyde,
+    Whan husbondes Wynnes ther haye,
+  The dowghtye Dowglasse bowynd hym to ryde,
+    In Ynglond to take a praye.
+
+  2.
+  The yerlle of Fyffe, wythowghten stryffe,
+    He bowynd hym over Sulway;
+  The grete wolde ever to-gether ryde;
+    That raysse they may rewe for aye.
+
+  3.
+  Over Hoppertope hyll they cam in,
+    And so down by Rodclyffe crage;
+  Vpon Grene Lynton they lyghted dowyn,
+    Styrande many a stage.
+
+  4.
+  And boldely brente Northomberlond,
+    And haryed many a towyn;
+  They dyd owr Ynglyssh men grete wrange,
+    To battell that were not bowyn.
+
+  5.
+  Than spake a berne vpon the bent,
+    Of comforte that was not colde,
+  And sayd, 'We have brente Northomberlond,
+    We have all welth in holde.
+
+  6.
+  'Now we have haryed all Bamborowe schyre,
+    All the welth in the world have wee;
+  I rede we ryde to Newe Castell,
+    So styll and stalworthlye.'
+
+  7.
+  Vpon the morowe, when it was day,
+    The standerds schone full bryght;
+  To the Newe Castell the toke the waye,
+    And thether they cam full ryght.
+
+  8.
+  Syr Henry Perssy laye at the New Castell,
+    I tell yow wythowtten drede;
+  He had byn a march-man all hys dayes,
+    And kepte Barwyke upon Twede.
+
+  9.
+  To the Newe Castell when they cam,
+    The Skottes they cryde on hyght,
+  'Syr Hary Perssy, and thow byste within,
+    Com to the fylde, and fyght.
+
+  10.
+  'For we have brente Northomberlonde,
+    Thy erytage good and ryght,
+  And syne my logeyng I have take,
+    Wyth my brande dubbyd many a knyght.'
+
+  11.
+  Syr Harry Perssy cam to the walles,
+    The Skottyssch oste for to se,
+  And sayd, 'And thow hast brente Northomberlond,
+    Full sore it rewyth me.
+
+  12.
+  'Yf thou hast haryed all Bamborowe schyre,
+    Thow hast done me grete envye;
+  For the trespasse thow hast me done,
+    The tone of vs schall dye.'
+
+  13.
+  'Where schall I byde the?' sayd the Dowglas,
+    'Or where wylte thow com to me?'
+  'At Otterborne, in the hygh way,
+    Ther mast thow well logeed be.
+
+  14.
+  'The roo full rekeles ther sche rinnes,
+    To make the game and glee;
+  The fawken and the fesaunt both,
+    Amonge the holtes on hye.
+
+  15.
+  'Ther mast thow haue thy welth at wyll,
+    Well looged ther mast be;
+  Yt schall not be long or I com the tyll,'
+    Sayd Syr Harry Perssye.
+
+  16.
+  'Ther schall I byde the,' sayd the Dowglas,
+    'By the fayth of my bodye':
+  'Thether schall I com,' sayd Syr Harry Perssy,
+    'My trowth I plyght to the.'
+
+  17.
+  A pype of wyne he gaue them over the walles,
+    For soth as I yow saye;
+  Ther he mayd the Dowglasse drynke,
+    And all hys ost that daye.
+
+  18.
+  The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde agayne,
+    For soth withowghten naye;
+  He toke his logeyng at Oterborne,
+    Vpon a Wedynsday.
+
+  19.
+  And ther he pyght hys standerd dowyn,
+    Hys gettyng more and lesse,
+  And syne he warned hys men to goo
+    To chose ther geldynges gresse.
+
+  20.
+  A Skottysshe knyght hoved vpon the bent,
+    A wache I dare well saye;
+  So was he ware on the noble Perssy
+    In the dawnyng of the daye.
+
+  21.
+  He prycked to hys pavyleon-dore,
+    As faste as he myght ronne;
+  'Awaken, Dowglas,' cryed the knyght,
+    'For hys love that syttes in trone.
+
+  22.
+  'Awaken, Dowglas,' cryed the knyght,
+    'For thow maste waken wyth wynne;
+  Yender haue I spyed the prowde Perssye,
+    And seven stondardes wyth hym.'
+
+  23.
+  'Nay by my trowth,' the Dowglas sayed,
+    'It ys but a fayned taylle;
+  He durst not loke on my brede banner
+    For all Ynglonde so haylle.
+
+  24.
+  'Was I not yesterdaye at the Newe Castell,
+    That stondes so fayre on Tyne?
+  For all the men the Perssy had,
+    He coude not garre me ones to dyne.'
+
+  25.
+  He stepped owt at his pavelyon-dore,
+    To loke and it were lesse:
+  'Araye yow, lordynges, one and all,
+    For here begynnes no peysse.
+
+  26.
+  'The yerle of Mentaye, thow arte my eme,
+    The fowarde I gyve to the:
+  The yerlle of Huntlay, cawte and kene,
+    He schall be wyth the.
+
+  27.
+  'The lorde of Bowghan, in armure bryght,
+    On the other hand he schall be;
+  Lord Jhonstoune and Lorde Maxwell,
+    They to schall be with me.
+
+  28.
+  'Swynton, fayre fylde vpon your pryde!
+    To batell make yow bowen
+  Syr Davy Skotte, Syr Water Stewarde,
+    Syr Jhon of Agurstone!'
+
+  29.
+  The Perssy cam byfore hys oste,
+    Wych was ever a gentyll knyght;
+  Vpon the Dowglas lowde can he crye,
+    'I wyll holde that I haue hyght.
+
+  30.
+  'For thou haste brente Northomberlonde,
+    And done me grete envye;
+  For thys trespasse thou hast me done,
+    The tone of vs schall dye.'
+
+  31.
+  The Dowglas answerde hym agayne,
+    Wyth grett wurdes vpon hye,
+  And sayd, 'I have twenty agaynst thy one,
+    Byholde, and thou maste see.'
+
+  32.
+  Wyth that the Perssy was grevyd sore,
+    For soth as I yow saye:
+  He lyghted dowyn vpon his foote,
+    And schoote hys horsse clene awaye.
+
+  33.
+  Every man sawe that he dyd soo,
+    That ryall was ever in rowght;
+  Every man schoote hys horsse hym froo,
+    And lyght hym rowynde abowght.
+
+  34.
+  Thus Syr Hary Perssye toke the fylde,
+    For soth as I yow saye;
+  Jhesu Cryste in hevyn on hyght
+    Dyd helpe hym well that daye.
+
+  35.
+  But nyne thowzand, ther was no moo,
+    The cronykle wyll not layne;
+  Forty thowsande of Skottes and fowre
+    That day fowght them agayne.
+
+  36.
+  But when the batell byganne to joyne,
+    In hast ther cam a knyght;
+  The letters fayre furth hath he tayne,
+    And thus he sayd full ryght:
+
+  37.
+  'My lorde your father he gretes yow well,
+    Wyth many a noble knyght;
+  He desyres yow to byde
+    That he may see thys fyght.
+
+  38.
+  'The Baron of Grastoke ys com out of the west,
+    With hym a noble companye;
+  All they loge at your fathers thys nyght,
+    And the batell fayne wolde they see.'
+
+  39.
+  'For Jhesus love,' sayd Syr Harye Perssy,
+    'That dyed for yow and me,
+  Wende to my lorde my father agayne,
+    And saye thow sawe me not wyth yee.
+
+  40.
+  'My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght,
+    It nedes me not to layne,
+  That I schalde byde hym upon thys bent,
+    And I have hys trowth agayne.
+
+  41.
+  'And if that I weynde of thys growende,
+    For soth, onfowghten awaye,
+  He wolde me call but a kowarde knyght
+    In hys londe another daye.
+
+  42.
+  'Yet had I lever to be rynde and rente,
+    By Mary, that mykkel maye,
+  Then ever my manhood schulde be reprovyd
+    Wyth a Skotte another daye.
+
+  43.
+  'Wherefore schote, archars, for my sake,
+    And let scharpe arowes flee:
+  Mynstrell, playe up for your waryson,
+    And well quyt it schall bee.
+
+  44.
+  'Every man thynke on hys trewe-love,
+    And marke hym to the Trenite;
+  For to God I make myne avowe
+    Thys day wyll I not flee.'
+
+  45.
+  The blodye harte in the Dowglas armes,
+    Hys standerde stood on hye,
+  That every man myght full well knowe;
+    By syde stode starres thre.
+
+  46.
+  The whyte lyon on the Ynglyssh perte,
+    For soth as I yow sayne,
+  The lucettes and the cressawntes both;
+    The Skottes faught them agayne.
+
+  47.
+  Vpon Sent Androwe lowde can they crye,
+    And thrysse they schowte on hyght,
+  And syne merked them one owr Ynglysshe men,
+    As I haue tolde yow ryght.
+
+  48.
+  Sent George the bryght, owr ladyes knyght,
+    To name they were full fayne:
+  Owr Ynglyssh men they cryde on hyght,
+    And thrysse the schowtte agayne.
+
+  49.
+  Wyth that scharpe arowes bygan to flee,
+    I tell yow in sertayne;
+  Men of armes byganne to joyne,
+    Many a dowghty man was ther slayne.
+
+  50.
+  The Perssy and the Dowglas mette,
+    That ether of other was fayne;
+  They swapped together whyll that the swette,
+    Wyth swordes of fyne collayne:
+
+  51.
+  Tyll the bloode from ther bassonnettes ranne,
+    As the roke doth in the rayne;
+  'Yelde the to me,' sayd the Dowglas,
+    'Or elles thow schalt be slayne.
+
+  52.
+  'For I see by thy bryght bassonet,
+    Thow arte sum man of myght;
+  And so I do by thy burnysshed brande;
+    Thow arte an yerle, or elles a knyght.'
+
+  53.
+  'By my good faythe,' sayd the noble Perssye,
+    'Now haste thou rede full ryght;
+  Yet wyll I never yelde me to the,
+    Whyll I may stonde and fyght.'
+
+  54.
+  They swapped together whyll that they swette,
+    Wyth swordes scharpe and long;
+  Ych on other so faste thee beette,
+    Tyll ther helmes cam in peyses dowyn.
+
+  55.
+  The Perssy was a man of strenghth,
+    I tell yow, in thys stounde;
+  He smote the Dowglas at the swordes length
+    That he fell to the growynde.
+
+  56.
+  The sworde was scharpe, and sore can byte,
+    I tell yow in sertayne;
+  To the harte he cowde hym smyte,
+    Thus was the Dowglas slayne.
+
+  57.
+  The stonderdes stode styll on eke a syde,
+    Wyth many a grevous grone;
+  Ther the fowght the day, and all the nyght,
+    And many a dowghty man was slayne.
+
+  58.
+  Ther was no freke that ther wolde flye,
+    But styffely in stowre can stond,
+  Ychone hewyng on other whyll they myght drye,
+    Wyth many a bayllefull bronde.
+
+  59.
+  Ther was slayne vpon the Skottes syde,
+    For soth and sertenly,
+  Syr James a Dowglas ther was slayne,
+    That day that he cowde dye.
+
+  60.
+  The yerlle of Mentaye he was slayne,
+    Grysely groned upon the growynd;
+  Syr Davy Skotte, Syr Water Stewarde,
+    Syr Jhon of Agurstoune.
+
+  61.
+  Syr Charlles Morrey in that place,
+    That never a fote wold flee;
+  Syr Hewe Maxwell, a lord he was,
+    Wyth the Dowglas dyd he dye.
+
+  62.
+  Ther was slayne upon the Skottes syde,
+    For soth as I yow saye,
+  Of fowre and forty thowsande Scottes
+    Went but eyghtene awaye.
+
+  63.
+  Ther was slayne upon the Ynglysshe syde,
+    For soth and sertenlye,
+  A gentell knyght, Syr Jhon Fechewe,
+    Yt was the more pety.
+
+  64.
+  Syr James Hardbotell ther was slayne,
+    For hym ther hartes were sore;
+  The gentyll Lovell ther was slayne,
+    That the Perssys standerd bore.
+
+  65.
+  Ther was slayne upon the Ynglyssh perte,
+    For soth as I yow saye,
+  Of nyne thowsand Ynglyssh men
+    Fyve hondert cam awaye.
+
+  66.
+  The other were slayne in the fylde;
+    Cryste kepe ther sowlles from wo!
+  Seyng ther was so fewe fryndes
+    Agaynst so many a foo.
+
+  67.
+  Then on the morne they mayde them beerys
+    Of byrch and haysell graye;
+  Many a wydowe, wyth wepyng teyres,
+    Ther makes they fette awaye.
+
+  68.
+  Thys fraye bygan at Otterborne,
+    Bytwene the nyght and the day;
+  Ther the Dowglas lost hys lyffe,
+    And the Perssy was lede awaye.
+
+  69.
+  Then was ther a Scottysh prisoner tayne,
+    Syr Hewe Mongomery was hys name;
+  For soth as I yow saye,
+    He borowed the Perssy home agayne.
+
+  70.
+  Now let us all for the Perssy praye
+    To Jhesu most of myght,
+  To bryng hys sowlle to the blysse of heven,
+    For he was a gentyll knyght.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.3: 'bowynd,' hied.
+  2.4: 'raysse,' raid.
+  3.: 'Hoppertope,' Ottercap (now Ottercaps) Hill, in the parish of
+    Kirk Whelpington, Tynedale Ward, Northumberland. 'Rodclyffe
+    crage' (now Rothby Crags), a cliff near Rodeley, south-east of
+    Ottercap. 'Grene Lynton,' a corruption of Green Leyton, south-east
+    of Rodely.--Percy.
+  5.1: 'berne,' man.
+  8.1: Sir Henry Percy (Hotspur), killed at Shrewsbury fifteen years
+    after Otterburn.
+  8.3: 'march-man,' borderer. Percy is said to have been appointed
+    Governor of Berwick and Warden of the Marches in 1385.
+  12.4: 'The tone,' one or other.
+  14.1: 'I have harde say that Chivet Hills stretchethe XX miles.
+    Theare is greate plente of Redde Dere, and Roo Bukkes.'
+    --_Leland's Itinerary._
+  15.3: 'the tyll' = thee till, to thee.
+  19.1: 'pyght,' fixed.
+  22.2: 'wynne,' pleasure.
+  24.4: _i.e._ he could not give me my fill (of defeat).
+  25.2: _i.e._ to see if it were false.
+  26.1: 'eme,' uncle.
+  26.3: 'cawte,' wary.
+  29.4: 'hyght,' promised.
+  32.4: 'schoote,' dismissed.
+  33.2: _i.e._ who was ever royal among the rout.
+  35.2: 'layne,' lie; so 40.2
+  41.1: _i.e._ if I wend off this ground.
+  42.1: _i.e._ I had rather be flayed.
+  43.3: 'waryson,' reward.
+  44.2: 'marke hym,' commit himself (by signing the cross).
+  50.4: 'collayne,' of Cologne steel. Cp. 'myllan,' _Hunting of the
+    Cheviot_, 31.4
+  51.2: 'roke,' reek, vapour.
+  55.2: 'stounde,' moment of time, hour.
+  58.3: 'drye' = dree, endure.
+  60.2: 'grysely,' frightfully, grievously.
+  67.4: 'makes,' mates.
+  69.4: 'borowed,' ransomed, set free.]
+
+
+
+
+JOHNIE ARMSTRONG
+
+
++The Text+ is taken from _Wit Restor'd_, 1658, where it is called _A
+Northern Ballet_. From the same collection comes the version of _Little
+Musgrave and Lady Barnard_ given in First Series, p. 19. The version
+popularly known as _Johnny Armstrong's Last Good-Night_, so dear to
+Goldsmith, and sung by the Vicar of Wakefield, is a broadside found in
+most of the well-known collections.
+
+
++The Story+ of the ballad has the authority of more than one chronicle,
+and is attributed to the year 1530. James V., in spite of the promise
+'to doe no wrong' in his large and long letter, appears to have been
+incensed at the splendour of 'Jonne's' retinue. It seems curious that
+the outlaw should have been a Westmoreland man; but the _Cronicles of
+Scotland_ say that 'from the Scots border to Newcastle of England, there
+was not one, of whatsoever estate, but paid to this John Armstrong a
+tribute, to be free of his cumber, he was so doubtit in England.'
+Jonne's offer in the stanza 16.3,4, may be compared to the similar feat
+of Sir Andrew Barton.
+
+
+JOHNIE ARMSTRONG
+
+  1.
+  There dwelt a man in faire Westmerland,
+    Jonne Armestrong men did him call,
+  He had nither lands nor rents coming in,
+    Yet he kept eight score men in his hall.
+
+  2.
+  He had horse and harness for them all,
+    Goodly steeds were all milke-white;
+  O the golden bands an about their necks,
+    And their weapons, they were all alike.
+
+  3.
+  Newes then was brought unto the king
+    That there was sicke a won as hee,
+  That lived lyke a bold out-law,
+    And robbed all the north country.
+
+  4.
+  The king he writt an a letter then,
+    A letter which was large and long;
+  He signed it with his owne hand,
+    And he promised to doe him no wrong.
+
+  5.
+  When this letter came Jonne untill,
+    His heart it was as blyth as birds on the tree:
+  'Never was I sent for before any king,
+    My father, my grandfather, nor none but mee.
+
+  6.
+  'And if wee goe the king before,
+    I would we went most orderly;
+  Every man of you shall have his scarlet cloak,
+    Laced with silver laces three.
+
+  7.
+  'Every won of you shall have his velvett coat,
+    Laced with sillver lace so white;
+  O the golden bands an about your necks,
+    Black hatts, white feathers, all alyke.'
+
+  8.
+  By the morrow morninge at ten of the clock,
+    Towards Edenburough gon was hee,
+  And with him all his eight score men;
+    Good lord, it was a goodly sight for to see!
+
+  9.
+  When Jonne came befower the king,
+    He fell downe on his knee;
+  'O pardon, my soveraine leige,' he said,
+    'O pardon my eight score men and mee.'
+
+  10.
+  'Thou shalt have no pardon, thou traytor strong,
+    For thy eight score men nor thee;
+  For to-morrow morning by ten of the clock,
+    Both thou and them shall hang on the gallow-tree.'
+
+  11.
+  But Jonne looked over his left shoulder,
+    Good Lord, what a grevious look looked hee!
+  Saying, 'Asking grace of a graceles face--
+    Why there is none for you nor me.'
+
+  12.
+  But Jonne had a bright sword by his side,
+    And it was made of the mettle so free,
+  That had not the king stept his foot aside,
+    He had smitten his head from his faire bodde.
+
+  13.
+  Saying, 'Fight on, my merry men all,
+    And see that none of you be taine;
+  For rather than men shall say we were hange'd,
+    Let them report how we were slaine.'
+
+  14.
+  Then, God wott, faire Eddenburrough rose,
+    And so besett poore Jonne rounde,
+  That fowerscore and tenn of Jonne's best men
+    Lay gasping all upon the ground.
+
+  15.
+  Then like a mad man Jonne laide about,
+    And like a mad man then fought hee,
+  Untill a falce Scot came Jonne behinde,
+    And runn him through the faire boddee.
+
+  16.
+  Saying, 'Fight on, my merry men all,
+    And see that none of you be taine;
+  For I will stand by and bleed but awhile,
+    And then will I come and fight againe.'
+
+  17.
+  Newes then was brought to young Jonne Armestrong
+    As he stood by his nurse's knee,
+  Who vowed if ere he live'd for to be a man,
+    O' the treacherous Scots reveng'd hee'd be.
+
+
+
+
+THE BRAES OF YARROW
+
+
++The Text+ was communicated to Percy by Dr. Robertson of Edinburgh, but
+it did not appear in the _Reliques_.
+
+In 9.1, 'Then' is doubtless an interpolation, as are the words 'Now
+Douglas' in 11.1 But on the whole it is the best text of the fifteen or
+twenty variants.
+
+
++The Story.+--James Hogg and Sir Walter Scott referred the ballad to two
+different sources, the former legendary, and the latter historical. It
+has always been very popular in Scotland, and besides the variants there
+are in existence several imitations, such as the well-known poem of
+William Hamilton, 'Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride.' This was
+printed in vol. ii. of Percy's _Reliques_.
+
+About half the known variants make the hero and heroine man and wife,
+the other half presenting them as unmarried lovers.
+
+
+THE BRAES OF YARROW
+
+  1.
+  'I dreamed a dreary dream this night,
+    That fills my heart wi' sorrow;
+  I dreamed I was pouing the heather green
+    Upon the braes of Yarrow.
+
+  2.
+  'O true-luve mine, stay still and dine,
+    As ye ha' done before, O;'
+  'O I'll be hame by hours nine,
+    And frae the braes of Yarrow.'
+
+  3.
+  'I dreamed a dreary dream this night,
+    That fills my heart wi' sorrow;
+  I dreamed my luve came headless hame,
+    O frae the braes of Yarrow!
+
+  4.
+  'O true-luve mine, stay still and dine.
+    As ye ha' done before, O;'
+  'O I'll be hame by hours nine,
+    And frae the braes of Yarrow.'
+
+  5.
+  'O are ye going to hawke,' she says,
+    'As ye ha' done before, O?
+  Or are ye going to wield your brand,
+    Upon the braes of Yarrow?'
+
+  6.
+  'O I am not going to hawke,' he says,
+    'As I have done before, O,
+  But for to meet your brother John,
+    Upon the braes of Yarrow.'
+
+  7.
+  As he gaed down yon dowy den,
+    Sorrow went him before, O;
+  Nine well-wight men lay waiting him,
+    Upon the braes of Yarrow.
+
+  8.
+  'I have your sister to my wife,
+    Ye think me an unmeet marrow!
+  But yet one foot will I never flee
+    Now frae the braes of Yarrow.'
+
+  9.
+  Then four he kill'd and five did wound,
+    That was an unmeet marrow!
+  And he had weel nigh wan the day
+    Upon the braes of Yarrow.
+
+  10.
+  But a cowardly loon came him behind,
+    Our Lady lend him sorrow!
+  And wi' a rappier pierced his heart,
+    And laid him low on Yarrow.
+
+  11.
+  Now Douglas to his sister's gane,
+    Wi' meikle dule and sorrow:
+  'Gae to your luve, sister,' he says,
+    'He's sleeping sound on Yarrow.'
+
+  12.
+  As she went down yon dowy den,
+    Sorrow went her before, O;
+  She saw her true-love lying slain
+    Upon the braes of Yarrow.
+
+  13.
+  She swoon'd thrice upon his breist
+    That was her dearest marrow;
+  Said, 'Ever alace, and wae the day
+    Thou went'st frae me to Yarrow!'
+
+  14.
+  She kist his mouth, she kaimed his hair,
+    As she had done before, O;
+  She wiped the blood that trickled doun
+    Upon the braes of Yarrow.
+
+  15.
+  Her hair it was three quarters lang,
+    It hang baith side and yellow;
+  She tied it round her white hause-bane,
+    And tint her life on Yarrow.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  7.1: 'dowy,' dreary.
+  7.3: 'well-wight,' brave, sturdy.
+  13.: Apparently Percy's invention.
+  14.3: 'wiped': Child suggests the original word was 'drank.'
+  15.2: 'side,' long.
+  15.3: 'hause-bane,' neck.]
+
+
+
+
+THE TWA BROTHERS
+
+
++The Text+ is from Sharpe's _Ballad Book_ (1823). Scott included no
+version of this ballad in his _Minstrelsy_; but Motherwell and Jamieson
+both had traditional versions. Motherwell considered it essential that
+the deadly wound should be accidental; but it is far more typical of a
+ballad-hero that he should lose his temper and kill his brother; and,
+as Child points out, it adds to the pathetic generosity of the slain
+brother in providing excuses for his absence to be made to his father,
+mother, and sister.
+
+
++The Story.+--Motherwell and Sharpe were more or less convinced that the
+ballad was founded on an accident that happened in 1589 to a Somerville,
+who was killed by his brother's pistol going off.
+
+This ballad is still in circulation in the form of a game amongst
+American children--the last state of more than one old ballad otherwise
+extinct.
+
+
+THE TWA BROTHERS
+
+  1.
+  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?'
+
+  2.
+  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.
+
+  3.
+  '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.'
+
+  4.
+  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.
+
+  5.
+  '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.'
+
+  6.
+  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.
+
+  7.
+  '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.'
+
+  8.
+  '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.'
+
+  9.
+  '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.'
+
+  10.
+  'But what will I say to her you lo'e dear,
+    Gin she cry, Why tarries my John?'
+  'Oh tell her I lie in Kirk-land fair,
+    And home again will never come.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.4: 'warsle,' wrestle.]
+
+
+
+
+THE OUTLYER BOLD
+
+
++The Text+ is taken from Motherwell's MS., which contains two versions;
+Motherwell printed a third in his _Minstrelsy_,--_Babylon; or, The
+Bonnie Banks o' Fordie_. Kinloch called the ballad the _Duke of Perth's
+Three Daughters_. As the following text has no title, I have ventured to
+give it one. 'Outlyer' is, of course, simply 'a banished man.'
+
+
++The Story+ is much more familiar in all the branches of the
+Scandinavian race than in England or Scotland. In Denmark it appears as
+_Herr Truels' Daughters_ or _Herr Thor's Children_; in Sweden as _Herr
+Tores' Daughters_. Iceland and Faroe give the name as Torkild or
+Thorkell.
+
+The incidents related in this ballad took place (i) in Scotland on the
+bonnie banks o' Fordie, near Dunkeld; (ii) in Sweden in five or six
+different places; and (iii) in eight different localities in Denmark.
+
+
+THE OUTLYER BOLD
+
+  1.
+  There were three sisters, they lived in a bower,
+    _Sing Anna, sing Margaret, sing Marjorie_
+  The youngest o' them was the fairest flower.
+    _And the dew goes thro' the wood, gay ladie_
+
+  2.
+  The oldest of them she's to the wood gane,
+  To seek a braw leaf and to bring it hame.
+
+  3.
+  There she met with an outlyer bold,
+  Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
+
+  4.
+  'Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
+  Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?'
+
+  5.
+  'O kind sir, if I hae't at my will,
+  I'll twinn with my life, keep my maidenhead still.'
+
+  6.
+  He's taen out his wee pen-knife,
+  He's twinned this young lady of her sweet life.
+
+  7.
+  He wiped his knife along the dew;
+  But the more he wiped, the redder it grew.
+
+  8.
+  The second of them she's to the wood gane,
+  To seek her old sister, and to bring her hame.
+
+  9.
+  There she met with an outlyer bold,
+  Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
+
+  10.
+  'Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
+  Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?'
+
+  11.
+  'O kind sir, if I hae't at my will,
+  I'll twinn with my life, keep my maidenhead still.'
+
+  12.
+  He's taen out his wee pen-knife,
+  He's twinned this young lady of her sweet life.
+
+  13.
+  He wiped his knife along the dew;
+  But the more he wiped, the redder it grew.
+
+  14.
+  The youngest o' them she's to the wood gane,
+  To seek her two sisters, and to bring them hame.
+
+  15.
+  There she met with an outlyer bold,
+  Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
+
+  16.
+  'Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
+  Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?'
+
+  17.
+  'If my three brethren they were here,
+  Such questions as these thou durst nae speer.'
+
+  18.
+  'Pray, what may thy three brethren be,
+  That I durst na mak' so bold with thee?'
+
+  19.
+  'The eldest o' them is a minister bred,
+  He teaches the people from evil to good.
+
+  20.
+  'The second o' them is a ploughman good,
+  He ploughs the land for his livelihood.
+
+  21.
+  'The youngest of them is an outlyer bold,
+  Lies many a long night in the woods so cold.'
+
+  22.
+  He stuck his knife then into the ground,
+  He took a long race, let himself fall on.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  4.1: 'Istow,' art thou.
+  4.2: 'twinn with,' part with.
+  17.2: 'speer,' ask.]
+
+
+
+
+MARY HAMILTON
+
+
++The Text+ given here is from Sharpe's _Ballad Book_ (1824). Professor
+Child collected and printed some twenty-eight variants and fragments,
+of which none is entirely satisfactory, as regards the telling of the
+story. The present text will suit our purpose as well as any other, and
+it ends impressively with the famous pathetic verse of the four Maries.
+
+
++The Story.+--Lesley in his _History of Scotland_ (1830) says that when
+Mary Stuart was sent to France in 1548, she had in attendance 'sundry
+gentlewomen and noblemen's sons and daughters, almost of her own age, of
+the which there were four in special of whom everyone of them bore the
+same name of Mary, being of four sundry honourable houses, to wit,
+Fleming, Livingston, Seton, and Beaton of Creich.' The four Maries were
+still with the Queen in 1564. Hamilton and Carmichael appear in the
+ballad in place of Fleming and Livingston.
+
+Scott attributed the origin of the ballad to an incident related by Knox
+in his _History of the Reformation_: in 1563 or 1564 a Frenchwoman was
+seduced by the Queen's apothecary, and the babe murdered by consent of
+father and mother. But the cries of a new-born babe had been heard;
+search was made, and both parents were 'damned to be hanged upon the
+public street of Edinburgh.'
+
+In 1824, in his preface to the _Ballad Book_, Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe
+produced a similar story from the Russian court. In 1885 this story was
+retold from authentic sources as follows. After the marriage of one of
+the ministers of Peter the Great's father with a Hamilton, the Scottish
+family ranked with the Russian aristocracy. The Czar Peter required that
+all his Empress Catharine's maids-of-honour should be remarkably
+handsome; and Mary Hamilton, a niece, it is supposed, of the above
+minister's wife, was appointed on account of her beauty. This Mary
+Hamilton had an amour with one Orlof, an aide-de-camp to the Czar;
+a murdered babe was found, the guilt traced to Mary, and she and Orlof
+sent to prison in April 1718. Orlof was afterwards released; Mary
+Hamilton was executed on March 14, 1719.
+
+Professor Child, in printing this ballad in 1889, considered the details
+of the Russian story[1] (most of which I have omitted) to be so closely
+parallel to the Scottish ballad, that he was convinced that the later
+story was the origin of the ballad, and that the ballad-maker had
+located it in Mary Stuart's court on his own responsibility. In
+September 1895 Mr. Andrew Lang contributed the results of his researches
+concerning the ballad to _Blackwood's Magazine_, maintaining that the
+ballad must have arisen from the 1563 story, as it is too old and too
+good to have been written since 1718. Balancing this improbability--that
+the details of a Russian court scandal of 1718 should exactly correspond
+to a previously extant Scottish ballad--against the improbability of the
+eighteenth century producing such a ballad, Child afterwards concluded
+the latter to be the greater. The coincidence is undoubtedly striking;
+but neither the story nor the name are uncommon.
+
+    [Footnote 1: See Waliszewski's _Peter the Great_ (translated by
+    Lady Mary Loyd), vol. i. p. 251. London, 1897.]
+
+It is, of course, possible that the story is older than 1563--it should
+not be difficult to find more than one instance--and that it was first
+adapted to the 1563 incident and afterwards to the Russian scandal, the
+two versions being subsequently confused. But there is no evidence for
+this.
+
+
+MARY HAMILTON
+
+  1.
+  Word's gane to the kitchen,
+    And word's gane to the ha',
+  That Marie Hamilton gangs wi' bairn
+    To the hichest Stewart of a'.
+
+  2.
+  He's courted her in the kitchen,
+    He's courted her in the ha',
+  He's courted her in the laigh cellar,
+    And that was warst of a'.
+
+  3.
+  She's tyed it in her apron
+    And she's thrown it in the sea;
+  Says, 'Sink ye, swim ye, bonny wee babe,
+    You'll ne'er get mair o' me.'
+
+  4.
+  Down then cam the auld queen,
+    Goud tassels tying her hair:
+  'O Marie, where's the bonny wee babe
+    That I heard greet sae sair?'
+
+  5.
+  'There was never a babe intill my room,
+    As little designs to be;
+  It was but a touch o' my sair side,
+    Come o'er my fair bodie.'
+
+  6.
+  'O Marie, put on your robes o' black,
+    Or else your robes o' brown,
+  For ye maun gang wi' me the night,
+    To see fair Edinbro' town.'
+
+  7.
+  'I winna put on my robes o' black,
+    Nor yet my robes o' brown;
+  But I'll put on my robes o' white,
+    To shine through Edinbro' town.'
+
+  8.
+  When she gaed up the Cannogate,
+    She laugh'd loud laughters three;
+  But whan she cam down the Cannogate
+    The tear blinded her ee.
+
+  9.
+  When she gaed up the Parliament stair,
+    The heel cam aff her shee;
+  And lang or she cam down again
+    She was condemn'd to dee.
+
+  10.
+  When she cam down the Cannogate,
+    The Cannogate sae free,
+  Many a ladie look'd o'er her window,
+    Weeping for this ladie.
+
+  11.
+  'Ye need nae weep for me,' she says,
+    'Ye need nae weep for me;
+  For had I not slain mine own sweet babe,
+    This death I wadna dee.
+
+  12.
+  'Bring me a bottle of wine,' she says,
+    'The best that e'er ye hae,
+  That I may drink to my weil-wishers,
+    And they may drink to me.
+
+  13.
+  'Here's a health to the jolly sailors,
+    That sail upon the main;
+  Let them never let on to my father and mother
+    But what I'm coming hame.
+
+  14.
+  'Here's a health to the jolly sailors,
+    That sail upon the sea;
+  Let them never let on to my father and mother
+    That I cam here to dee.
+
+  15.
+  'Oh little did my mother think,
+    The day she cradled me,
+  What lands I was to travel through,
+    What death I was to dee.
+
+  16.
+  'Oh little did my father think,
+    The day he held up me,
+  What lands I was to travel through,
+    What death I was to dee.
+
+  17.
+  'Last night I wash'd the queen's feet,
+    And gently laid her down;
+  And a' the thanks I've gotten the nicht
+    To be hang'd in Edinbro' town!
+
+  18.
+  'Last nicht there was four Maries,
+    The nicht there'll be but three;
+  There was Marie Seton, and Marie Beton,
+    And Marie Carmichael, and me.'
+
+
+
+
+KINMONT WILLIE
+
+
++The Text.+--There is only one text of this ballad, and that was printed
+by Scott in the _Minstrelsy_ from 'tradition in the West Borders'; he
+adds that 'some conjectural emendations have been absolutely necessary,'
+a remark suspicious in itself; and such modernities as the double rhymes
+in 26.3, 28.3, etc., do not restore confidence.
+
+
++The Story.+--The forcible entry into Carlisle Castle and the rescue of
+William Armstrong, called Will of Kinmouth, took place on April 13,
+1596; but Kinmont Willie was notorious as a border thief at least as
+early as 1584.
+
+The events leading up to the beginning of the ballad were as follow:
+'The keen Lord Scroop' was Warden of the West-Marches of England, and
+'the bauld Buccleuch' (Sir Walter Scott of Branxholm, or 'Branksome
+Ha',' 8.2) was the Keeper of Liddesdale. To keep a periodical day of
+truce, these two sent their respective deputies, the 'fause Sakelde' (or
+Salkeld) and a certain Robert Scott. In the latter's company was Kinmont
+Willie. Business being concluded, Kinmont Willie took his leave, and
+made his way along the Scottish side of the Liddel river, which at that
+point is the boundary between England and Scotland. The English deputy
+and his party spied him from their side of the stream; and bearing an
+ancient grudge against him as a notorious cattle-lifter and thief, they
+pursued and captured him, and he was placed in the castle of Carlisle.
+
+This brings us to the ballad. 'Hairibee' (1.4) is the place of execution
+at Carlisle. The 'Liddel-rack' in 3.4 is a ford over the Liddel river.
+Branxholm, the Keeper's Hall (8.2) and Stobs (16.4) are both within a
+few miles of Hawick.
+
+The remark in 16.2 appears to be untrue: the party that accompanied
+Buccleuch certainly contained several Armstrongs, including four sons of
+Kinmont Willie, and 'Dickie of Dryhope' (24.3) was also of that ilk; as
+well as two Elliots, though not Sir Gilbert, and four Bells. 'Red Rowan'
+was probably a Forster.
+
+The tune blown on the Warden's trumpets (31.3,4) is said to be a
+favourite song in Liddesdale. See Chambers's _Book of Days_, i. 200.
+
+
+KINMONT WILLIE
+
+  1.
+  O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde?
+    O have ye na heard o' the keen Lord Scroop?
+  How they hae taen bauld Kinmont Willie,
+    On Hairibee to hang him up?
+
+  2.
+  Had Willie had but twenty men,
+    But twenty men as stout as he,
+  Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont taen,
+    Wi' eight score in his companie.
+
+  3.
+  They band his legs beneath the steed,
+    They tied his hands behind his back;
+  They guarded him, fivesome on each side,
+    And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack.
+
+  4.
+  They led him thro' the Liddel-rack,
+    And also thro' the Carlisle sands;
+  They brought him to Carlisle castell,
+    To be at my Lord Scroop's commands.
+
+  5.
+  'My hands are tied, but my tongue is free,
+    And whae will dare this deed avow?
+  Or answer by the Border law?
+    Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch!'
+
+  6.
+  'Now haud thy tongue, thou rank reiver!
+    There's never a Scot shall set ye free;
+  Before ye cross my castle-yate,
+    I trow ye shall take farewell o' me.'
+
+  7.
+  'Fear na ye that, my lord,' quo' Willie;
+    'By the faith o' my body, Lord Scroop,' he said,
+  'I never yet lodged in a hostelrie,
+    But I paid my lawing before I gaed.'
+
+  8.
+  Now word is gane to the bauld Keeper,
+    In Branksome Ha' where that he lay,
+  That Lord Scroop has taen the Kinmont Willie,
+    Between the hours of night and day.
+
+  9.
+  He has taen the table wi' his hand,
+    He garr'd the red wine spring on hie;
+  'Now Christ's curse on my head,' he said,
+    'But avenged of Lord Scroop I'll be!
+
+  10.
+  'O is my basnet a widow's curch,
+    Or my lance a wand of the willow-tree,
+  Or my arm a ladye's lilye hand,
+    That an English lord should lightly me?
+
+  11.
+  'And have they taen him, Kinmont Willie,
+    Against the truce of Border tide,
+  And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch
+    Is keeper here on the Scottish side?
+
+  12.
+  'And have they e'en taen him, Kinmont Willie,
+    Withouten either dread or fear,
+  And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch
+    Can back a steed, or shake a spear?
+
+  13.
+  'O were there war between the lands,
+    As well I wot that there is none,
+  I would slight Carlisle castell high,
+    Tho' it were builded of marble stone.
+
+  14.
+  'I would set that castell in a low,
+    And sloken it with English blood;
+  There's nevir a man in Cumberland
+    Should ken where Carlisle castell stood.
+
+  15.
+  'But since nae war's between the lands,
+    And there is peace, and peace should be,
+  I'll neither harm English lad or lass,
+    And yet the Kinmont freed shall be!'
+
+  16.
+  He has call'd him forty marchmen bauld,
+    I trow they were of his ain name,
+  Except Sir Gilbert Elliot, call'd
+    The Laird of Stobs, I mean the same.
+
+  17.
+  He has call'd him forty marchmen bauld,
+    Were kinsmen to the bauld Buccleuch,
+  With spur on heel, and splent on spauld,
+    And gleuves of green, and feathers blue.
+
+  18.
+  They were five and five before them a',
+    Wi' hunting-horns and bugles bright;
+  And five and five came wi' Buccleuch,
+    Like Warden's men, arrayed for fight.
+
+  19.
+  And five and five like a mason-gang,
+    That carried the ladders lang and hie;
+  And five and five like broken men;
+    And so they reached the Woodhouselee.
+
+  20.
+  And as we cross'd the Bateable Land,
+    When to the English side we held,
+  The first o' men that we met wi',
+    Whae should it be but fause Sakelde!
+
+  21.
+  'Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?'
+    Quo' fause Sakelde; 'come tell to me!'
+  'We go to hunt an English stag,
+    Has trespass'd on the Scots countrie.'
+
+  22.
+  'Where be ye gaun, ye marshal-men?'
+    Quo' fause Sakelde; 'come tell me true!'
+  'We go to catch a rank reiver,
+    Has broken faith wi' the bauld Buccleuch.
+
+  23.
+  'Where are ye gaun, ye mason-lads,
+    Wi' a' your ladders lang and hie?'
+  'We gang to herry a corbie's nest,
+    That wons not far frae Woodhouselee.'
+
+  24.
+  'Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?'
+    Quo' fause Sakelde; 'come tell to me!'
+  Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band,
+    And the nevir a word o' lear had he.
+
+  25.
+  'Why trespass ye on the English side?
+    Row-footed outlaws, stand!' quo' he;
+  The neer a word had Dickie to say,
+    Sae he thrust the lance thro' his fause bodie.
+
+  26.
+  Then on we held for Carlisle toun,
+    And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we cross'd;
+  The water was great, and meikle of spait,
+    But the nevir a horse nor man we lost.
+
+  27.
+  And when we reach'd the Staneshaw-bank,
+    The wind was rising loud and hie;
+  And there the laird garr'd leave our steeds,
+    For fear that they should stamp and nie.
+
+  28.
+  And when we left the Staneshaw-bank,
+    The wind began full loud to blaw;
+  But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet,
+    When we came beneath the castel-wa'.
+
+  29.
+  We crept on knees, and held our breath,
+    Till we placed the ladders against the wa';
+  And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell
+    To mount the first before us a'.
+
+  30.
+  He has taen the watchman by the throat,
+    He flung him down upon the lead:
+  'Had there not been peace between our lands,
+    Upon the other side thou hadst gaed.
+
+  31.
+  'Now sound out, trumpets!' quo' Buccleuch;
+    'Let's waken Lord Scroop right merrilie!'
+  Then loud the Warden's trumpets blew
+    'Oh whae dare meddle wi' me?'
+
+  32.
+  Then speedilie to wark we gaed,
+    And raised the slogan ane and a',
+  And cut a hole thro' a sheet of lead,
+    And so we wan to the castel-ha'.
+
+  33.
+  They thought King James and a' his men
+    Had won the house wi' bow and spear;
+  It was but twenty Scots and ten,
+    That put a thousand in sic a stear!
+
+  34.
+  Wi' coulters and wi' forehammers,
+    We garr'd the bars bang merrilie,
+  Untill we came to the inner prison,
+    Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie.
+
+  35.
+  And when we cam to the lower prison,
+    Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie:
+  'O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie,
+    Upon the morn that thou's to die?'
+
+  36.
+  'O I sleep saft, and I wake aft,
+    It's lang since sleeping was fleyed frae me;
+  Gie my service back to my wyfe and bairns,
+    And a' gude fellows that speer for me.'
+
+  37.
+  Then Red Rowan has hente him up,
+    The starkest man in Teviotdale:
+  'Abide, abide now, Red Rowan,
+    Till of my Lord Scroop I take farewell.
+
+  38.
+  'Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroop!
+    My gude Lord Scroop, farewell!' he cried;
+  'I'll pay you for my lodging-maill
+    When first we meet on the border-side.'
+
+  39.
+  Then shoulder high, with shout and cry,
+    We bore him down the ladder lang;
+  At every stride Red Rowan made,
+    I wot the Kinmont's airns play'd clang.
+
+  40.
+  'O mony a time,' quo' Kinmont Willie,
+    'I have ridden horse baith wild and wood;
+  But a rougher beast than Red Rowan
+    I ween my legs have ne'er bestrode.
+
+  41.
+  'And mony a time,' quo' Kinmont Willie,
+    'I've pricked a horse out oure the furs;
+  But since the day I backed a steed,
+    I never wore sic cumbrous spurs.'
+
+  42.
+  We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank,
+    When a' the Carlisle bells were rung,
+  And a thousand men, in horse and foot,
+    Cam' wi' the keen Lord Scroop along.
+
+  43.
+  Buccleuch has turned to Eden Water,
+    Even where it flow'd frae bank to brim,
+  And he has plunged in wi' a' his band,
+    And safely swam them thro' the stream.
+
+  44.
+  He turned him on the other side,
+    And at Lord Scroop his glove flung he:
+  'If ye like na my visit in merry England,
+    In fair Scotland come visit me!'
+
+  45.
+  All sore astonished stood Lord Scroop,
+    He stood as still as rock of stane;
+  He scarcely dared to trew his eyes,
+    When thro' the water they had gane.
+
+  46.
+  'He is either himsell a devil frae hell,
+    Or else his mother a witch maun be;
+  I wad na have ridden that wan water
+    For a' the gowd in Christentie.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  6.1: 'haud,' hold: 'reiver,' robber.
+  7.4: 'lawing,' reckoning.
+  10.1: 'basnet,' helmet: 'curch,' kerchief.
+  10.4: 'lightly,' insult.
+  13.3: 'slight,' destroy.
+  14.1: 'low,' fire.
+  17.3: 'splent on spauld,' plate-armour on their shoulders.
+  19.3: 'broken men,' outlaws.
+  24.4: 'lear,' information.
+  25.2: 'Row,' rough.
+  26.3: 'spait,' flood.
+  33.4: 'stear,' stir, disturbance.
+  34.1: 'forehammers,' sledge-hammers.
+  38.3: 'maill,' rent.
+  45.3: 'trew,' believe.]
+
+
+
+
+THE LAIRD O' LOGIE
+
+
++The Text+ is that of Scott's _Minstrelsy,_ which was repeated in
+Motherwell's collection, with the insertion of one stanza, obtained from
+tradition, between Scott's 2 and 3.
+
+
++The Story+ as told in this variant of the ballad is remarkably true to
+the historical facts.
+
+The Laird was John Wemyss, younger of Logie, a gentleman-in-waiting to
+King James VI. of Scotland, and an adherent of the notorious Francis
+Stuart, Earl of Bothwell. After the failure of the two rash attempts of
+Bothwell upon the King's person--the former at Holyrood House in 1591
+and the second at Falkland in 1592--the Earl persuaded the Laird of
+Logie and the Laird of Burleigh to join him in a third attempt, which
+was fixed for the 7th or 9th of August 1592; but the King got wind of
+the affair, and the two Lairds were seized by the Duke of Lennox and
+'committed to ward within Dalkeith.'
+
+The heroine of the ballad was a Danish maid-of-honour to James's Queen;
+her name is variously recorded as Margaret Vinstar, Weiksterne,
+Twynstoun, or Twinslace. 'Carmichael' was Sir John Carmichael, appointed
+captain of the King's guard in 1588.
+
+The ballad stops short at the escape of the lovers by ship. But history
+relates that the young couple were befriended by the Queen, who refused
+to comply with the King's demand that May Margaret should be dismissed.
+Eventually both were received into favour again, though the Laird of
+Logie was constantly in political trouble. He died in 1599. (See a paper
+by A. Francis Steuart in _The Scots Magazine_ for October 1899, p. 387.)
+
+
+THE LAIRD O' LOGIE
+
+  1.
+  I will sing, if ye will hearken,
+    If ye will hearken unto me;
+  The king has ta'en a poor prisoner,
+    The wanton laird o' young Logie.
+
+  2.
+  Young Logie's laid in Edinburgh chapel,
+    Carmichael's the keeper o' the key;
+  And May Margaret's lamenting sair,
+    A' for the love of Young Logie.
+
+  3.
+  'Lament, lament na, May Margaret,
+    And of your weeping let me be,
+  For ye maun to the king himsell,
+    To seek the life of Young Logie.'
+
+  4.
+  May Margaret has kilted her green cleiding,
+    And she has curl'd back her yellow hair;
+  'If I canna get Young Logie's life,
+    Farewell to Scotland for evermair!'
+
+  5.
+  When she came before the king,
+    She knelit lowly on her knee;
+  'O what's the matter, May Margaret?
+    And what needs a' this courtesie?'
+
+  6.
+  'A boon, a boon, my noble liege,
+    A boon, a boon, I beg o' thee!
+  And the first boon that I come to crave,
+    Is to grant me the life o' Young Logie.'
+
+  7.
+  'O na, O na, May Margaret,
+    Forsooth, and so it mauna be;
+  For a' the gowd o' fair Scotland
+    Shall not save the life o' Young Logie.'
+
+  8.
+  But she has stown the king's redding-kaim,
+    Likewise the queen her wedding knife;
+  And sent the tokens to Carmichael,
+    To cause Young Logie get his life.
+
+  9.
+  She sent him a purse o' the red gowd,
+    Another o' the white monie;
+  She sent him a pistol for each hand,
+    And bade him shoot when he gat free.
+
+  10.
+  When he came to the Tolbooth stair,
+    There he let his volley flee;
+  It made the king in his chamber start,
+    E'en in the bed where he might be.
+
+  11.
+  'Gae out, gae out, my merrymen a',
+    And bid Carmichael come speak to me,
+  For I'll lay my life the pledge o' that,
+    That yon's the shot o' Young Logie.'
+
+  12.
+  When Carmichael came before the king,
+    He fell low down upon his knee;
+  The very first word that the king spake,
+    Was 'Where's the laird of Young Logie?'
+
+  13.
+  Carmichael turn'd him round about,
+    I wat the tear blinded his eye;
+  'There came a token frae your grace,
+    Has ta'en away the laird frae me.'
+
+  14.
+  'Hast thou play'd me that, Carmichael?
+    And hast thou play'd me that?' quoth he;
+  'The morn the Justice Court's to stand,
+    And Logie's place ye maun supplie.'
+
+  15.
+  Carmichael's awa to Margaret's bower,
+    Even as fast as he may dree;
+  'O if Young Logie be within,
+    Tell him to come and speak with me.'
+
+  16.
+  May Margaret turn'd her round about,
+    I wat a loud laugh laughed she;
+  'The egg is chipp'd, the bird is flown,
+    Ye'll see nae mair of Young Logie.'
+
+  17.
+  The tane is shipped at the pier of Leith,
+    The tother at the Queen's Ferrie;
+  And she's gotten a father to her bairn,
+    The wanton laird of Young Logie.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  8.1: 'redding-kaim,' dressing-comb.]
+
+
+
+
+CAPTAIN CAR
+
+
++The Text+ is from a Cottonian MS. of the sixteenth century in the
+British Museum (Vesp. A. xxv. fol. 178). It is carelessly written, and
+words are here and there deleted and altered. I have allowed myself the
+liberty of choosing readings from several alternatives or possibilities.
+
+
++The Story.+--There seems to be no doubt that this ballad is founded
+upon an historical incident of 1571. The Scottish variants are mostly
+called _Edom o' Gordon_, _i.e._ Adam Gordon, who was brother to George
+Gordon, Earl of Huntly. Adam was a bold soldier; and, his clan being at
+variance with the Forbeses--on religious grounds,--he encountered them
+twice in the autumn of 1571, and inflicted severe defeat on them at the
+battles of Tuiliangus and Crabstane. In November he approached the
+castle of Towie, a stronghold of the Forbes clan; but the lady occupying
+it obstinately refused to yield it up, and it was burnt to the ground.
+
+It is not clear whether the responsibility of giving the order to fire
+the castle attaches to Adam Gordon or to Captain Car or Ker, who was
+Adam's right-hand man. But when all is said on either side, it is
+irrational, as Child points out, to apply modern standards of morality
+or expediency to sixteenth-century warfare. It is curious that this
+text, almost contemporary with the occurrence which gave rise to the
+ballad, should be wholly concerned with Captain Car and make no mention
+of Adam Gordon.
+
+For the burden, see Chappell _Popular Music of the Olden Time_, i. 226.
+
+
+CAPTAIN CAR
+
+  1.
+  It befell at Martynmas,
+    When wether waxed colde,
+  Captaine Care said to his men,
+    'We must go take a holde.'
+
+  _Syck, sicke, and to-towe sike,
+    And sicke and like to die;
+  The sikest nighte that ever I abode,
+    God lord have mercy on me!_
+
+  2.
+  'Haille, master, and wether you will,
+    And wether ye like it best;'
+  'To the castle of Crecrynbroghe,
+    And there we will take our reste.'
+
+  3.
+  'I knowe wher is a gay castle,
+    Is builded of lyme and stone;
+  Within their is a gay ladie,
+    Her lord is riden and gone.'
+
+  4.
+  The ladie she lend on her castle-walle,
+    She loked upp and downe;
+  There was she ware of an host of men,
+    Come riding to the towne.
+
+  5.
+  'Se yow, my meri men all,
+    And se yow what I see?
+  Yonder I see an host of men,
+    I muse who they bee.'
+
+  6.
+  She thought he had ben her wed lord,
+    As he com'd riding home;
+  Then was it traitur Captaine Care
+    The lord of Ester-towne.
+
+  7.
+  They wer no soner at supper sett,
+    Then after said the grace,
+  Or Captaine Care and all his men
+    Wer lighte aboute the place.
+
+  8.
+  'Gyve over thi howsse, thou lady gay,
+    And I will make the a bande;
+  To-nighte thou shall ly within my armes,
+    To-morrowe thou shall ere my lande.'
+
+  9.
+  Then bespacke the eldest sonne,
+    That was both whitt and redde:
+  'O mother dere, geve over your howsse,
+    Or elles we shalbe deade.'
+
+  10.
+  'I will not geve over my hous,' she saithe,
+    'Not for feare of my lyffe;
+  It shalbe talked throughout the land,
+    The slaughter of a wyffe.'
+
+  11.
+  'Fetch me my pestilett,
+    And charge me my gonne,
+  That I may shott at yonder bloddy butcher,
+    The lord of Easter-towne.'
+
+  12.
+  Styfly upon her wall she stode,
+    And lett the pellettes flee;
+  But then she myst the blody bucher,
+    And she slew other three.
+
+  13.
+  ['I will] not geve over my hous,' she saithe,
+    'Netheir for lord nor lowne;
+  Nor yet for traitour Captain Care,
+    The lord of Easter-towne.
+
+  14.
+  'I desire of Captine Care
+    And all his bloddye band,
+  That he would save my eldest sonne,
+    The eare of all my lande.'
+
+  15.
+  'Lap him in a shete,' he sayth,
+    'And let him downe to me,
+  And I shall take him in my armes,
+    His waran shall I be.'
+
+  16.
+  The captayne sayd unto him selfe:
+    Wyth sped, before the rest,
+  He cut his tonge out of his head,
+    His hart out of his breast.
+
+  17.
+  He lapt them in a handkerchef,
+    And knet it of knotes three,
+  And cast them over the castell-wall,
+    At that gay ladye.
+
+  18.
+  'Fye upon the, Captayne Care,
+    And all thy bloddy band!
+  For thou hast slayne my eldest sonne,
+   The ayre of all my land.'
+
+  19.
+  Then bespake the yongest sonne,
+    That sat on the nurse's knee,
+  Sayth, 'Mother gay, geve over your house;
+    It smoldereth me.'
+
+  20.
+  'I wold geve my gold,' she saith,
+    'And so I wolde my ffee,
+  For a blaste of the westryn wind,
+    To dryve the smoke from thee.
+
+  21.
+  'Fy upon the, John Hamleton,
+    That ever I paid the hyre!
+  For thou hast broken my castle-wall,
+    And kyndled in the ffyre.'
+
+  22.
+  The lady gate to her close parler,
+    The fire fell aboute her head;
+  She toke up her children thre,
+    Seth, 'Babes, we are all dead.'
+
+  23.
+  Then bespake the hye steward,
+    That is of hye degree;
+  Saith, 'Ladie gay, you are in close,
+    Wether ye fighte or flee.'
+
+  24.
+  Lord Hamleton drem'd in his dream,
+    In Carvall where he laye,
+  His halle were all of fyre,
+    His ladie slayne or daye.
+
+  25.
+  'Busk and bowne, my mery men all,
+    Even and go ye with me;
+  For I drem'd that my hall was on fyre,
+    My lady slayne or day.'
+
+  26.
+  He buskt him and bown'd hym,
+    And like a worthi knighte;
+  And when he saw his hall burning,
+    His harte was no dele lighte.
+
+  27.
+  He sett a trumpett till his mouth,
+    He blew as it ples'd his grace;
+  Twenty score of Hamlentons
+    Was light aboute the place.
+
+  28.
+  'Had I knowne as much yesternighte
+    As I do to-daye,
+  Captaine Care and all his men
+    Should not have gone so quite.
+
+  29.
+  'Fye upon the, Captaine Care,
+    And all thy blody bande!
+  Thou haste slayne my lady gay,
+    More wurth then all thy lande.
+
+  30.
+  'If thou had ought eny ill will,' he saith,
+    'Thou shoulde have taken my lyffe,
+  And have saved my children thre,
+    All and my lovesome wyffe.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  Burden.1: 'to-towe' = too-too.
+  8.2: 'bande,' bond, compact.
+  8.4: 'ere,' plough.
+  11.1: 'pestilett,' pistolet.
+  14.4: 'eare,' and 18.4 'ayre,' both = heir.
+  25.1: 'Busk and bowne,' make ready.
+  26.4:'no dele,' in no way. Cf. _somedele_, etc.
+  28.4: 'quite,' acquitted, unpunished.
+  30.1: 'ought,' owed.]
+
+
+
+
+SIR PATRICK SPENCE
+
+
++The Text+ is taken from Percy's _Reliques_ (1765), vol. i. p. 71,
+'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very
+similar ballad, which substitutes a Sir Andrew Wood for the hero. The
+version of this ballad printed in most collections is that of Scott's
+_Minstrelsy_, Sir Patrick Spens being the spelling adopted.[1] Scott
+compounded his ballad of two manuscript copies and a few verses from
+recitation, but the result is of unnecessary length.
+
+    [Footnote 1: Coleridge, however, wrote of the 'grand old ballad of
+    Sir Patrick Spence.']
+
+
++The Story.+--Much labour has been expended upon the question whether
+this ballad has an historical basis or not. From Percy's ballad--the
+present text--we can gather that Sir Patrick Spence was chosen by the
+king to convey something of value to a certain destination; and later
+versions tell us that the ship is bound for Norway, the object of the
+voyage being either to bring home the king of Norway's daughter, or the
+Scottish king's daughter, or to take out the Scottish king's daughter to
+be queen in Norway. The last variation can be supported by history,
+Margaret, daughter of Alexander III. of Scotland, being married in 1281
+to Erik, king of Norway. Many of the knights and nobles who accompanied
+her to Norway were drowned on the voyage home.
+
+However, we need not elaborate our researches in the attempt to prove
+that the ballad is historical. It is certainly of English and Scottish
+origin, and has no parallels in the ballads of other lands. 'Haf owre to
+Aberdour,' _i.e._ halfway between Aberdour in Buchan and the coast of
+Norway, lies the island of Papa Stronsay, on which there is a tumulus
+called 'the Earl's Knowe' (knoll); but the tradition, that this marks
+the grave of Sir Patrick Spence, is in all probability a modern
+invention.
+
+
+SIR PATRICK SPENCE
+
+  1.
+  The king sits in Dumferling toune,
+    Drinking the blude-reid wine:
+  'O whar will I get [a] guid sailor,
+    To sail this schip of mine?'
+
+  2.
+  Up and spak an eldern knicht,
+    Sat at the king's richt kne:
+  'Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor
+    That sails upon the se.'
+
+  3.
+  The king has written a braid letter,
+    And sign'd it wi' his hand,
+  And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence,
+    Was walking on the sand.
+
+  4.
+  The first line that Sir Patrick red,
+    A loud lauch lauched he;
+  The next line that Sir Patrick red,
+    The teir blinded his ee.
+
+  5.
+  'O wha is this has done this deid,
+    This ill deid don to me,
+  To send me out this time o' the yeir,
+    To sail upon the se!
+
+  6.
+  'Mak haste, mak haste, my mirry men all,
+    Our guid schip sails the morne:'
+  'O say na sae, my master deir,
+    Fir I feir a deadlie storme.
+
+  7.
+  '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.'
+
+  8.
+  O our Scots nobles wer richt laith
+    To weet their cork-heil'd schoone;
+  Bot lang owre a' the play wer play'd,
+    Thair hats they swam aboone.
+
+  9.
+  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.
+
+  10.
+  O lang, lang may the ladies stand,
+    Wi' thair gold kerns in their hair,
+  Waiting for thair ain deir lords,
+    For they'll se thame na mair.
+
+  11.
+  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.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.1: 'Dumferling,' _i.e._ Dunfermline, on the north side of the
+    Firth of Forth.]
+
+
+
+
+FLODDEN FIELD
+
+
++The Text+ is from Thomas Deloney's _Pleasant History of John
+Winchcomb_,[1] the eighth edition of which, in 1619, is the earliest
+known. 'In disgrace of the Soots,' says Deloney, 'and in remembrance of
+the famous atchieved historie, the commons of England made this song,
+which to this day is not forgotten of many.' I suspect it was Deloney
+himself rather than the commons of England who made this song. A variant
+is found in Additional MS. 32,380 in the British Museum--a statement
+which might be of interest if it were not qualified by the addition
+'formerly in the possession of J. Payne Collier.' That egregious
+antiquary took the pains to fill the blank leaves of a sixteenth-century
+manuscript with ballads either copied from their original sources,
+as this from Deloney, or forged by Collier himself; he then made a
+transcript in his own handwriting (Add. MS. 32,381), and finally printed
+selections. In the present ballad he has inserted two or three verses of
+his own; otherwise the changes from Deloney's ballad are slight.
+
+    [Footnote 1: Reprinted from the ninth edition of 1633 by J. O.
+    Halliwell [-Phillipps], 1859, where the ballad appears on pp. 48-9.
+    Deloney's book was licensed in 1597.]
+
+A very long ballad on the same subject is in the Percy Folio, and
+similar copies in Harleian MSS. 293 and 367. Another is 'Scotish Field,'
+also in the Percy Folio.
+
+
++The Story.+--Lesley says in his History, 'This battle was called the
+Field of Flodden by the Scotsmen and Brankston [Bramstone, 8.3] by the
+Englishmen, because it was stricken on the hills of Flodden beside a
+town called Brankston; and was stricken the ninth day of September,
+1513.'
+
+The ballad follows history closely. 'Lord Thomas Howard' (6.1), uncle to
+the queen, escorted her to Scotland in 1503: 'This is ground enough,'
+says Child, 'for the ballad's making him her chamberlain ten years
+later.'
+
+'Jack with a feather' (12.1) is a contemptuous phrase directed at King
+James's rashness.
+
+
+FLODDEN FIELD
+
+  1.
+  King Jamie hath made a vow,
+    Keep it well if he may!
+  That he will be at lovely London
+    Upon Saint James his day.
+
+  2.
+  'Upon Saint James his day at noon,
+    At fair London will I be,
+  And all the lords in merry Scotland,
+    They shall dine there with me.'
+
+  3.
+  Then bespake good Queen Margaret,
+    The tears fell from her eye:
+  'Leave off these wars, most noble king,
+    Keep your fidelity.
+
+  4.
+  'The water runs swift and wondrous deep,
+    From bottom unto the brim;
+  My brother Henry hath men good enough;
+    England is hard to win.'
+
+  5.
+  'Away,' quoth he, 'with this silly fool!
+    In prison fast let her lie:
+  For she is come of the English blood,
+    And for those words she shall die.'
+
+  6.
+  With that bespake Lord Thomas Howard,
+    The queen's chamberlain that day:
+  'If that you put Queen Margaret to death,
+    Scotland shall rue it alway.'
+
+  7.
+  Then in a rage King James did say,
+    'Away with this foolish mome!
+  He shall be hanged, and the other be burned,
+    So soon as I come home.'
+
+  8.
+  At Flodden Field the Scots came in,
+    Which made our English men fain;
+  At Bramstone Green this battle was seen,
+    There was King Jamie slain.
+
+  9.
+  Then presently the Scots did fly,
+    Their cannons they left behind;
+  Their ensigns gay were won all away,
+    Our soldiers did beat them blind.
+
+  10.
+  To tell you plain, twelve thousand were slain
+    That to the fight did stand,
+  And many prisoners took that day,
+    The best in all Scotland.
+
+  11.
+  That day made many [a] fatherless child,
+    And many a widow poor,
+  And many a Scottish gay lady
+    Sat weeping in her bower.
+
+  12.
+  Jack with a feather was lapt all in leather,
+    His boastings were all in vain;
+  He had such a chance, with a new morrice dance,
+    He never went home again.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  7.2: 'Mome,' dolt.]
+
+
+
+
+DICK O' THE COW
+
+
++The Text+ is a combination of three, but mainly from a text which seems
+to have been sent to Percy in 1775. The other two are from Scottish
+tradition of the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries. I have
+made a few changes in spelling only. The ballad was certainly known
+before the end of the sixteenth century, as Thomas Nashe refers to it in
+1596:--'_Dick of the Cow_, that mad Demilance Northren Borderer, who
+plaid his prizes with the Lord _Iockey_ so brauely' (Nashe 's _Works_,
+ed. R. B. McKerrow, iii. p. 5). _Dick at the Caw_ occurs in a list of
+'penny merriments' printed for, and sold by, Philip Brooksby, about
+1685.
+
+
++The Story+ is yet another of the Border ballads of the Armstrongs and
+Liddesdale, and tells itself in an admirable way.
+
+The 'Cow,' of course, cannot refer to cattle, as the word would be
+'Kye': possibly it means 'broom,' or the hut in which he lived. See
+Murray's _Dictionary_, and cp. 9.3
+
+'Billie' means 'brother'; hence the quaint 'billie Willie.' It is the
+same word as 'bully,' used of Bottom the Weaver, which also occurs in
+the ballad of _Bewick and Grahame_, 5.2 (see p. 102 of this volume).
+
+
+DICK O' THE COW
+
+  1.
+  Now Liddisdale has long lain in,
+          _Fa la_
+  There is no rideing there at a';
+          _Fa la_
+  Their horse is growing so lidder and fatt
+    That are lazie in the sta'.
+          _Fa la la didle_
+
+  2.
+  Then Johne Armstrang to Willie can say,
+    'Billie, a rideing then will we;
+  England and us has been long at a feed;
+    Perhaps we may hitt of some bootie.
+
+  3.
+  Then they're com'd on to Hutton Hall,
+    They rade that proper place about;
+  But the laird he was the wiser man,
+    For he had left nae gear without.
+
+  4.
+  Then he had left nae gear to steal,
+    Except six sheep upon a lee;
+  Says Johnie, 'I'de rather in England die,
+    Before their six sheep goed to Liddisdale with me.
+
+  5.
+  'But how cal'd they the man we last with mett,
+    Billie, as we came over the know?'
+  'That same he is an innocent fool,
+    And some men calls him Dick o' the Cow.'
+
+  6.
+  'That fool has three as good kyne of his own
+    As is in a' Cumberland, billie,' quoth he;
+  'Betide my life, betide my death,
+    These three kyne shal go to Liddisdaile with me.'
+
+  7.
+  Then they're com'd on to the poor fool's house,
+    And they have broken his wals so wide;
+  They have loos'd out Dick o' the Cow's kyne three,
+    And tane three co'erlets off his wife's bed.
+
+  8.
+  Then on the morn, when the day grew light,
+    The shouts and crys rose loud and high;
+  'Hold thy tongue, my wife,' he says,
+    'And of thy crying let me bee.
+
+  9.
+  'Hald thy tongue, my wife,' he says,
+    'And of thy crying let me bee,
+  And ay that where thou wants a kow,
+    Good sooth that I shal bring thee three.'
+
+  10.
+  Then Dick's com'd on to lord and master,
+    And I wat a drerie fool was he;
+  'Hald thy tongue, my fool,' he says,
+    'For I may not stand to jest with thee.'
+
+  11.
+  'Shame speed a' your jesting, my lord,' quo' Dickie,
+    'For nae such jesting 'grees with me;
+  Liddesdaile has been in my house this last night,
+    And they have tane my three kyne from me.'
+
+  12.
+  'But I may nae langer in Cumberland dwel,
+    To be your poor fool and your leel,
+  Unless ye give me leave, my lord,
+    To go to Liddisdale and steal.'
+
+  13.
+  'To give thee leave, my fool,' he says,
+    'Thou speaks against mine honour and me;
+  Unless thou give me thy troth and thy right hand,
+    Thou'l steal frae nane but them that sta' from thee.'
+
+  14.
+  'There is my trouth and my right hand;
+    My head shal hing on Hairibie,
+  I'le never crose Carlele sands again,
+    If I steal frae a man but them that sta' frae me.'
+
+  15.
+  Dickie has tane leave at lord and master,
+    And I wat a merrie fool was he;
+  He has bought a bridle and a pair of new spurs,
+    And has packed them up in his breek-thigh.
+
+  16.
+  Then Dickie's come on for Puddinburn,
+    Even as fast as he may drie;
+  Dickie's come on for Puddinburn,
+    Where there was thirty Armstrongs and three.
+
+  17.
+  'What's this com'd on me!' quo' Dicke,
+    'What meakle wae's this happen'd on me,' quo' he,
+  'Where here is but an innocent fool,
+    And there is thirty Armstrongs and three!'
+
+  18.
+  Yet he's com'd up to the hall among them all;
+    So wel he became his courtisie;
+  'Well may ye be, my good Laird's Jock,
+    But the deil bless all your companie!
+
+  19.
+  'I'm come to plain of your man Fair Johnie Armstrong,
+    And syne his billie Willie,' quo' he;
+  'How they have been in my house this last night,
+    And they have tane my three ky frae me.'
+
+  20.
+  Quo' Johnie Armstrong, 'We'll him hang;'
+    'Nay,' then quo' Willie, 'we'll him slae;'
+  But up bespake another young man,
+    'We'le nit him in a four-nooked sheet,
+  Give him his burden of batts, and lett him gae.'
+
+  21.
+  Then up bespake the good Laird's Jock,
+    The best falla in the companie;
+  'Sitt thy way down a little while, Dicke,
+    And a peice of thine own cow's hough I'l give to thee.'
+
+  22.
+  But Dickie's heart it grew so great
+    That never a bitt of it he dought to eat;
+  But Dickie was warr of ane auld peat-house,
+    Where there al the night he thought for to sleep.
+
+  23.
+  Then Dickie was warr of that auld peat-house,
+    Where there al the night he thought for to ly;
+  And a' the prayers the poor fool pray'd was,
+    'I wish I had a mense for my own three kye!'
+
+  24.
+  Then it was the use of Puddinburn,
+    And the house of Mangertoun, all haile!
+  These that came not at the first call
+    They gott no more meat till the next meall.
+
+  25.
+  The lads, that hungry and aevery was,
+    Above the door-head they flang the key.
+  Dickie took good notice to that;
+    Says, 'There's a bootie younder for me.'
+
+  26.
+  Then Dickie's gane into the stable,
+    Where there stood thirty horse and three;
+  He has ty'd them a' with St. Mary knot,
+    All these horse but barely three.
+
+  27.
+  He has ty'd them a' with St. Mary knot,
+    All these horse but barely three;
+  He has loupen on one, taken another in his hand,
+    And out at the door and gane is Dickie.
+
+  28.
+  Then on the morn, when the day grew light,
+    The shouts and cryes rose loud and high;
+  'What's that theife?' quo' the good Laird's Jock,
+    'Tel me the truth and the verity.
+
+  29.
+  'What's that theife?' quo' the good Laird's Jock,
+    'See unto me ye do not lie.
+  Dick o' the Cow has been in the stable this last nicht,
+    And has my brother's horse and mine frae me.'
+
+  30.
+  'Ye wad never be tel'd it,' quo' the Laird's Jock,
+    'Have ye not found my tales fu' leel?
+  Ye wad never out of England bide,
+    Till crooked and blind and a' wad steal.'
+
+  31.
+  'But will thou lend me thy bay?' Fair Johne Armstrong can say,
+    'There's nae mae horse loose in the stable but he;
+  And I'le either bring ye Dick o' the Kow again.
+    Or the day is come that he must die.'
+
+  32.
+  'To lend thee my bay,' the Laird's Jock can say,
+    'He's both worth gold and good monie;
+  Dick o' the Kow has away twa horse,
+    I wish no thou should make him three.'
+
+  33.
+  He has tane the Laird's jack on his back,
+    The twa-handed sword that hang leugh by his thigh;
+  He has tane the steel cap on his head,
+    And on is he to follow Dickie.
+
+  34.
+  Then Dickie was not a mile off the town,
+    I wat a mile but barely three,
+  Till John Armstrong has o'ertane Dick o' the Kow,
+    Hand for hand on Cannobie lee.
+
+  35.
+  'Abide thee, bide now, Dickie than,
+    The day is come that thou must die.'
+  Dickie looked o'er his left shoulder,
+    'Johnie, has thou any mo in thy company?
+
+  36.
+  'There is a preacher in our chapell,
+    And a' the lee-lang day teaches he;
+  When day is gane, and night is come,
+    There's never a word I mark but three.
+
+  37.
+  'The first and second's Faith and Conscience,
+    The third is, Johnie, Take head of thee!
+  But what faith and conscience had thou, traitor,
+    When thou took my three kye frae me?
+
+  38.
+  'And when thou had tane my three kye,
+    Thou thought in thy heart thou was no wel sped;
+  But thou sent thy billie Willie o'er the know,
+    And he took three co'erlets off my wife's bed.'
+
+  39.
+  Then Johne lett a spear fa' leugh by his thigh,
+    Thought well to run the innocent through,
+  But the powers above was more than his,
+    He ran but the poor fool's jerkin through.
+
+  40.
+  Together they ran or ever they blan;
+    This was Dickie the fool, and hee;
+  Dickie could not win to him with the blade of the sword,
+    But he fel'd him with the plummet under the eye.
+
+  41.
+  Now Dickie has fel'd Fair Johne Armstrong,
+    The prettiest man in the south countrey;
+  'Gramercie,' then can Dickie say,
+    'I had twa horse, thou has made me three.'
+
+  42.
+  He has tane the laird's jack of his back,
+    The twa-handed sword that hang leugh by his thigh;
+  He has tane the steel cap off his head;
+    'Johnie, I'le tel my master I met with thee.'
+
+  43.
+  When Johne waken'd out of his dream,
+    I wat a drery man was he;
+  'Is thou gane now, Dickie, than?
+    The shame gae in thy company!
+
+  44.
+  'Is thou gane now, Dickie, than?
+    The shame go in thy companie!
+  For if I should live this hundred year,
+    I shal never fight with a fool after thee.'
+
+  45.
+  Then Dickie comed home to lord and master,
+    Even as fast as he may drie.
+  'Now, Dickie, I shal neither eat meat nor drink
+    Till high hanged that thou shall be!'
+
+  46.
+  'The shame speed the liars, my lord!' quo' Dickie,
+    'That was no the promise ye made to me;
+  For I'd never gane to Liddesdale to steal
+    Till that I sought my leave at thee.'
+
+  47.
+  'But what gart thou steal the Laird's Jock's horse?
+    And, limmer, what gart thou steal him?' quo' he;
+  'For lang might thou in Cumberland dwelt
+    Or the Laird's Jock had stoln ought frae thee.'
+
+  48.
+  'Indeed I wat ye lee'd, my lord,
+    And even so loud as I hear ye lie;
+  I wan him frae his man, Fair Johne Armstrong,
+    Hand for hand on Cannobie lee.
+
+  49.
+  'There's the jack was on his back,
+    The twa-handed sword that hung leugh by his thigh;
+  There's the steel cap was on his head;
+    I have a' these takens to lett you see.'
+
+  50.
+  'If that be true thou to me tels
+    (I trow thou dare not tel a lie),
+  I'le give thee twenty pound for the good horse,
+    Wel tel'd in thy cloke-lap shall be.
+
+  51.
+  'And I'le give thee one of my best milk-kye
+    To maintain thy wife and children three;
+  And that may be as good, I think,
+    As ony twa o' thine might be.'
+
+  52.
+  'The shame speed the liars, my lord!' quo' Dickie;
+    'Trow ye ay to make a fool of me?
+  I'le either have thirty pound for the good horse,
+    Or else he's gae to Mattan fair wi' me.'
+
+  53.
+  Then he has given him thirty pound for the good horse,
+    All in gold and good monie:
+  He has given him one of his best milk-kye
+    To maintain his wife and children three.
+
+  54.
+  Then Dickie's come down through Carlile town,
+    Even as fast as he may drie.
+  The first of men that he with mett
+    Was my lord's brother, Bailife Glazenberrie.
+
+  55.
+  'Well may ye be, my good Ralph Scrupe!'
+    'Welcome, my brother's fool!' quo' he;
+  'Where did thou gett Fair Johnie Armstrong's horse?'
+    'Where did I get him but steal him,' quo' he.
+
+  56.
+  'But will thou sell me Fair Johnie Armstrong's horse?
+    And, billie, will thou sell him to me?' quo' he;
+  'Ay, and [thou] tel me the monie on my cloke-lap,
+    For there's not one farthing I'le trust thee.'
+
+  57.
+  'I'le give thee fifteen pound for the good horse,
+    Wel told on thy cloke-lap shal be;
+  And I'le give thee one of my best milk-kye
+    To maintain thy wife and thy children three.'
+
+  58.
+  'The shame speed the liars, my lord!' quo' Dicke,
+    'Trow ye ay to make a fool of me?' quo' he;
+  'I'le either have thirty pound for the good horse.
+    Or else he's to Mattan Fair with me.'
+
+  59.
+  He has given him thirty pound for the good horse,
+    All in gold and good monie;
+  He has given him one of his best milk-kye
+    To maintain his wife and children three.
+
+  60.
+  Then Dickie lap a loup on high,
+    And I wat a loud laughter leugh he;
+  'I wish the neck of the third horse were browken,
+    For I have a better of my own, and onie better can be.'
+
+  61.
+  Then Dickie com'd hame to his wife again.
+    Judge ye how the poor fool he sped!
+  He has given her three score of English pounds
+    For the three auld co'erlets was tane off her bed.
+
+  62.
+  'Hae, take thee there twa as good kye,
+    I trow, as all thy three might be;
+  And yet here is a white-footed naigg,
+    I think he'le carry both thee and me.
+
+  63.
+  'But I may no langer in Cumberland dwell;
+    The Armstrongs they'le hang me high.'
+  But Dickie has tane leave at lord and master,
+    And Burgh under Stanemuir there dwels Dickie.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.3: 'lidder,' lazy.
+  2.2: 'billie,' brother.
+  2.3: 'feed,' feud.
+  5.2: 'know,' hillock.
+  20.5: 'burden of batts,' all the blows he can bear.
+  22.2: 'dought,' was able.
+  25.1: 'aevery,' ravenous.
+  26.3: 'St. Mary knot,' a triple knot.
+  32.4: The copy reads 'should no make.'
+  33.1: 'jack,' jerkin.
+  40.1: 'blan,' stopped.
+  47.2: 'limmer,' rascal.
+  56.3: I have inserted 'thou' to complete the sense; 'and,' here and
+    below, 60.4, meaning 'if.']
+
+
+
+
+SIR HUGH IN THE GRIME'S DOWNFALL
+
+
++The Text+ given here is comparatively a late one, from the Roxburghe
+collection (iii. 456). An earlier broadside, in the same and other
+collections, gives a longer but curiously corrupted version, exhibiting
+such perversions as 'Screw' for 'Scroop,' and 'Garlard' for 'Carlisle.'
+
+
++The Story+ in its full form relates that Sir Hugh in the Grime (Hughie
+Graeme or Graham) stole a mare from the Bishop of Carlisle, by way of
+retaliation for the Bishop's seduction of his wife. He was pursued by
+Lord Scroop, taken, and conveyed to Carlisle and hanged.
+
+Scott suggested that Hugh Graham may have been one of four hundred
+Borderers accused to the Bishop of Carlisle of various murders and
+thefts about 1548.
+
+
+SIR HUGH IN THE GRIME'S DOWNFALL
+
+  1.
+  Good Lord John is a hunting gone,
+    Over the hills and dales so far,
+  For to take Sir Hugh in the Grime,
+    For stealing of the bishop's mare.
+            _He derry derry down_
+
+  2.
+  Hugh in the Grime was taken then
+    And carried to Carlisle town;
+  The merry women came out amain,
+    Saying, 'The name of Grime shall never go down.'
+
+  3.
+  O then a jury of women was brought,
+    Of the best that could be found;
+  Eleven of them spoke all at once,
+    Saying 'The name of Grime shall never go down.'
+
+  4.
+  And then a jury of men was brought,
+    More the pity for to be!
+  Eleven of them spoke all at once,
+    Saying 'Hugh in the Grime, you are guilty.'
+
+  5.
+  Hugh in the Grime was cast to be hang'd,
+    Many of his friends did for him lack;
+  For fifteen foot in the prisin he did jump,
+    With his hands tyed fast behind his back.
+
+  6.
+  Then bespoke our good Lady Ward,
+    As she set on the bench so high;
+  'A peck of white pennys I'll give to my lord,
+    If he'll grant Hugh Grime to me.
+
+  7.
+  'And if it be not full enough,
+    I'll stroke it up with my silver fan;
+  And if it be not full enough,
+    I'll heap it up with my own hand.'
+
+  8.
+  'Hold your tongue now, Lady Ward,
+    And of your talkitive let it be!
+  There is never a Grime came in this court
+    That at thy bidding shall saved be.'
+
+  9.
+  Then bespoke our good Lady Moor,
+    As she sat on the bench so high;
+  'A yoke of fat oxen I'll give to my lord,
+    If he'll grant Hugh Grime to me.'
+
+  10.
+  'Hold your tongue now, good Lady Moor,
+    And of your talkitive let it be!
+  There is never a Grime came to this court
+    That at thy bidding saved shall be.'
+
+  11.
+  Sir Hugh in the Grime look'd out of the door,
+    With his hand out of the bar;
+  There he spy'd his father dear,
+    Tearing of his golden hair.
+
+  12.
+  'Hold your tongue, good father dear,
+    And of your weeping let it be!
+  For if they bereave me of my life,
+    They cannot bereave me of the heavens so high.'
+
+  13.
+  Sir Hugh in the Grime look'd out at the door;
+    Oh, what a sorry heart had he!
+  There he spy'd his mother dear,
+    Weeping and wailing 'Oh, woe is me!'
+
+  14.
+  'Hold your tongue now, mother dear,
+    And of your weeping let it be!
+  For if they bereave me of my life,
+    They cannot bereave me of heaven's fee.
+
+  15.
+  'I'll leave my sword to Johnny Armstrong,
+    That is made of mettal so fine,
+  That when he comes to the border-side
+    He may think of Hugh in the Grime.'
+
+
+
+
+THE DEATH OF PARCY REED
+
+
++The Text.+--There are two texts available for this ballad, of which the
+second one, here given, was said to have been taken down from the
+singing of an old woman by James Telfer of Liddesdale, and was so
+printed in Richardson's _Borderers' Table Book_ (1846). It preserves
+almost the whole of the other version, taken from Robert White's papers,
+who recorded it in 1829; but it obviously bears marks of having been
+tampered with by Telfer. However, it contains certain stanzas which
+Child says may be regarded as traditional, and it is therefore preferred
+here.
+
+
++The Story.+--Percival or Parcy Reed was warden of the district round
+Troughend, a high tract of land in Redesdale. In the discharge of his
+duties he incurred the enmity of the family of Hall of Girsonsfield (two
+miles east of Troughend) and of some moss-troopers named Crosier. As the
+ballad shows, the treachery of the Halls delivered Parcy Reed into the
+Crosiers' hands at a hut in Batinghope, a glen westward of the Whitelee
+stream. Local tradition adds to the details narrated in the ballad that
+Parcy's wife had been warned by a dream of her husband's danger, and
+that on the following morning his loaf of bread happened to be turned
+upside down--a very bad omen.
+
+Further, we learn from the same source, the Crosiers' barbarous
+treatment of Parcy's corpse aroused the indignation of the
+neighbourhood, and they and the treacherous Halls were driven away.
+
+Girsonsfield has belonged to no one of the name of Hall as far back as
+Elizabeth, whence it is argued that the ballad is not later than the
+sixteenth century.
+
+
+THE DEATH OF PARCY REED
+
+  1.
+  God send the land deliverance
+    Frae every reaving, riding Scot!
+  We'll sune hae neither cow nor ewe,
+    We'll sune hae neither staig nor stot.
+
+  2.
+  The outlaws come frae Liddesdale,
+    They herry Redesdale far and near;
+  The rich man's gelding it maun gang,
+    They canna pass the puir man's mear.
+
+  3.
+  Sure it were weel, had ilka thief
+    Around his neck a halter strang;
+  And curses heavy may they light
+    On traitors vile oursels amang.
+
+  4.
+  Now Parcy Reed has Crosier taen,
+    He has delivered him to the law;
+  But Crosier says he'll do waur than that,
+    He'll make the tower o' Troughend fa'.
+
+  5.
+  And Crosier says he will do waur,
+    He will do waur if waur can be;
+  He'll make the bairns a' fatherless;
+    And then the land it may lie lee.
+
+  6.
+  'To the hunting, ho!' cried Parcy Reed,
+    'The morning sun is on the dew;
+  The cauler breeze frae off the fells
+    Will lead the dogs to the quarry true.
+
+  7.
+  'To the hunting, ho!' cried Parcy Reed,
+    And to the hunting he has gane;
+  And the three fause Ha's o' Girsonsfield
+    Alang wi' him he has them ta'en.
+
+  8.
+  They hunted high, they hunted low,
+    By heathery hill and birken shaw;
+  They raised a buck on Rooken Edge,
+    And blew the mort at fair Ealylawe.
+
+  9.
+  They hunted high, they hunted low,
+    They made the echoes ring amain;
+  With music sweet o' horn and hound,
+    They merry made fair Redesdale glen.
+
+  10.
+  They hunted high, they hunted low,
+    They hunted up, they hunted down,
+  Until the day was past the prime,
+    And it grew late in the afternoon.
+
+  11.
+  They hunted high in Batinghope,
+    When as the sun was sinking low.
+  Says Parcy then, 'Ca' off the dogs,
+    We'll bait our steeds and homeward go.'
+
+  12.
+  They lighted high in Batinghope,
+    Atween the brown and benty ground;
+  They had but rested a little while,
+    Till Parcy Reed was sleeping sound.
+
+  13.
+  There's nane may lean on a rotten staff,
+    But him that risks to get a fa';
+  There's nane may in a traitor trust,
+    And traitors black were every Ha'.
+
+  14.
+  They've stown the bridle off his steed,
+    And they've put water in his lang gun;
+  They've fixed his sword within the sheath,
+    That out again it winna come.
+
+  15.
+  'Awaken ye, waken ye, Parcy Reed,
+    Or by your enemies be taen;
+  For yonder are the five Crosiers
+    A-coming owre the Hingin-stane.'
+
+  16.
+  'If they be five, and we be four,
+    Sae that ye stand alang wi' me,
+  Then every man ye will take one,
+    And only leave but two to me.
+  We will them meet as brave men ought,
+    And make them either fight or flee.'
+
+  17.
+  'We mayna stand, we canna stand,
+    We daurna stand alang wi' thee;
+  The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
+    And they wad kill baith thee and we.'
+
+  18.
+  'O, turn thee, turn thee, Johnnie Ha',
+    O, turn thee, man, and fight wi' me;
+  When ye come to Troughend again,
+    My gude black naig I will gie thee;
+  He cost full twenty pound o' gowd,
+    Atween my brother John and me
+
+  19.
+  'I mayna turn, I canna turn,
+    I daurna turn and fight wi' thee;
+  The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
+    And they wad kill baith thee and me.'
+
+  20.
+  'O, turn thee, turn thee, Willie Ha',
+    O, turn thee, man, and fight wi' me;
+  When ye come to Troughend again,
+    A yoke o' owsen I'll gie thee.'
+
+  21.
+  'I mayna turn, I canna turn,
+    I daurna turn and fight wi' thee;
+  The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
+    And they wad kill baith thee and me.'
+
+  22.
+  'O, turn thee, turn thee, Tommy Ha',
+    O, turn now, man, and fight wi' me;
+  If ever we come to Troughend again,
+    My daughter Jean I'll gie to thee.'
+
+  23.
+  'I mayna turn, I canna turn,
+    I daurna turn, and fight wi' thee;
+  The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
+    And they wad kill baith thee and me.'
+
+  24.
+  'O, shame upon ye, traitors a'!
+    I wish your hames ye may never see;
+  Ye've stown the bridle off my naig,
+    And I can neither fight nor flee.
+
+  25.
+  'Ye've stown the bridle off my naig,
+    And ye've put water i' my lang gun;
+  Ye've fixed my sword within the sheath,
+    That out again it winna come.'
+
+  26.
+  He had but time to cross himsel',
+    A prayer he hadna time to say,
+  Till round him came the Crosiers keen,
+    All riding graithed, and in array.
+
+  27.
+  'Weel met, weel met, now, Parcy Reed,
+    Thou art the very man we sought;
+  Owre lang hae we been in your debt,
+    Now will we pay you as we ought.
+
+  28.
+  'We'll pay thee at the nearest tree,
+    Where we shall hang thee like a hound;'
+  Brave Parcy rais'd his fankit sword,
+    And fell'd the foremost to the ground.
+
+  29.
+  Alake, and wae for Parcy Reed,
+    Alake, he was an unarmed man;
+  Four weapons pierced him all at once,
+    As they assailed him there and than.
+
+  30.
+  They fell upon him all at once,
+    They mangled him most cruellie;
+  The slightest wound might caused his deid,
+    And they hae gi'en him thirty-three:
+  They hacket off his hands and feet,
+    And left him lying on the lee.
+
+  31.
+  'Now, Parcy Reed, we've paid our debt,
+    Ye canna weel dispute the tale,'
+  The Crosiers said, and off they rade;
+    They rade the airt o' Liddesdale.
+
+  32.
+  It was the hour o' gloaming gray,
+    When herds come in frae fauld and pen;
+  A herd he saw a huntsman lie,
+    Says he, 'Can this be Laird Troughen'?'
+
+  33.
+  'There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed,
+    And some will ca' me Laird Troughen';
+  It's little matter what they ca' me,
+    My faes hae made me ill to ken.
+
+  34.
+  'There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed,
+    And speak my praise in tower and town
+  It's little matter what they do now,
+    My life-blood rudds the heather brown.
+
+  35.
+  'There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed,
+    And a' my virtues say and sing;
+  I would much rather have just now
+    A draught o' water frae the spring.'
+
+  36.
+  The herd flung aff his clouted shoon,
+    And to the nearest fountain ran;
+  He made his bonnet serve a cup,
+    And wan the blessing o' the dying man.
+
+  37.
+  'Now, honest herd, you maun do mair,--
+    Ye maun do mair as I you tell;
+  You maun bear tidings to Troughend,
+    And bear likewise my last farewell.
+
+  38.
+  'A farewell to my wedded wife,
+    A farewell to my brother John,
+  Wha sits into the Troughend tower,
+    Wi' heart as black as any stone.
+
+  39.
+  'A farewell to my daughter Jean,
+    A farewell to my young sons five;
+  Had they been at their father's hand,
+    I had this night been man alive.
+
+  40.
+  'A farewell to my followers a',
+    And a' my neighbours gude at need;
+  Bid them think how the treacherous Ha's
+    Betrayed the life o' Parcy Reed.
+
+  41.
+  'The laird o' Clennel bears my bow,
+    The laird o' Brandon bears my brand;
+  Whene'er they ride i' the Border side,
+    They'll mind the fate o' the laird Troughend.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.2: 'reaving,' robbing.
+  1.4: 'staig,' horse; 'stot,' ox.
+  26.4: 'graithed,' accoutred.
+  28.3: 'fankit,' entangled.
+  31.4: 'the airt o',' _i.e._ in the direction of.]
+
+
+
+
+BEWICK AND GRAHAME
+
+
++The Text+ is from several broadsides and chap-books, but mainly depends
+on a stall-copy entitled _The Song of Bewick and Grahame_, approximately
+dated 1740. Sir Walter Scott considered this ballad 'remarkable, as
+containing probably the very latest allusion to the institution of
+brotherhood in arms' (see 14.4, and the use of the word 'bully'); but
+Child strongly suspects there was an older and better copy than those
+extant, none of which is earlier than the eighteenth century.
+
+
++The Story+ is concerned with two fathers, who boast about their sons,
+and cause the two lads to fight. Christy Graham is faced with the
+dilemma of fighting either his father or his brother-in-arms, and
+decides to meet the latter; but, should he kill his friend, he
+determines not to return alive. Young Bewick takes a similar vow. They
+fight two hours, and at last an 'ackward' stroke kills Bewick, and
+Christy falls on his sword. The two fathers lament, and the
+ballad-singer finishes by putting the blame on them.
+
+
+BEWICK AND GRAHAME
+
+  1.
+  Old Grahame he is to Carlisle gone,
+    Where Sir Robert Bewick there met he;
+  In arms to the wine they are gone,
+    And drank till they were both merry.
+
+  2.
+  Old Grahame he took up the cup,
+    And said, 'Brother Bewick, here's to thee,
+  And here's to our two sons at home,
+    For they live best in our country.'
+
+  3.
+  'Nay, were thy son as good as mine,
+    And of some books he could but read,
+  With sword and buckler by his side,
+    To see how he could save his head.
+
+  4.
+  'They might have been call'd two bold brethren
+    Where ever they did go or ride;
+  They might have been call'd two bold brethren,
+    They might have crack'd the Border-side.
+
+  5.
+  Thy son is bad, and is but a lad,
+    And bully to my son cannot be;
+  For my son Bewick can both write and read,
+    And sure I am that cannot he.'
+
+  6.
+  'I put him to school, but he would not learn,
+    I bought him books but he would not read;
+  But my blessing he's never have
+    Till I see how his hand can save his head.'
+
+  7.
+  Old Grahame called for an account,
+    And he ask'd what was for to pay;
+  There he paid a crown, so it went round,
+    Which was all for good wine and hay.
+
+  8.
+  Old Grahame is into the stable gone,
+    Where stood thirty good steeds and three;
+  He's taken his own steed by the head,
+    And home rode he right wantonly.
+
+  9.
+  When he came home, there did he espy
+    A loving sight to spy or see,
+  There did he espy his own three sons,
+    Young Christy Grahame, the foremost was he.
+
+  10.
+  There did he espy his own three sons,
+    Young Christy Grahame, the foremost was he;
+  'Where have you been all day, father,
+    That no counsel you would take by me?'
+
+  11.
+  'Nay, I have been in Carlisle town,
+    Where Sir Robert Bewick there met me;
+  He said thou was bad, and call'd thee a lad,
+    And a baffled man by thou I be.
+
+  12.
+  'He said thou was bad, and call'd thee a lad,
+    And bully to his son cannot be;
+  For his son Bewick can both write and read,
+    And sure I am that cannot thee.
+
+  13.
+  'I put thee to school, but thou would not learn,
+    I bought thee books, but thou would not read;
+  But my blessing thou's never have
+    Till I see with Bewick thou can save thy head.'
+
+  14.
+  'Oh, pray forbear, my father dear;
+    That ever such a thing should be!
+  Shall I venture my body in field to fight
+    With a man that's faith and troth to me?'
+
+  15.
+  'What's that thou sayst, thou limmer loon?
+    Or how dare thou stand to speak to me?
+  If thou do not end this quarrel soon,
+    Here is my glove, thou shalt fight me.'
+
+  16.
+  Christy stoop'd low unto the ground,
+    Unto the ground, as you'll understand;
+  'O father, put on your glove again,
+    The wind hath blown it from your hand.'
+
+  17.
+  'What's that thou sayst, thou limmer loon?
+    Or how dare thou stand to speak to me?
+  If thou do not end this quarrel soon,
+    Here is my hand, thou shalt fight me.'
+
+  18.
+  Christy Grahame is to his chamber gone,
+    And for to study, as well might be,
+  Whether to fight with his father dear,
+    Or with his bully Bewick he.
+
+  19.
+  'If it be my fortune my bully to kill,
+    As you shall boldly understand,
+  In every town that I ride through,
+    They'll say, There rides a brotherless man!
+
+  20.
+  'Nay, for to kill my bully dear,
+    I think it will be a deadly sin;
+  And for to kill my father dear,
+    The blessing of heaven I ne'er shall win.
+
+  21.
+  'O give me your blessing, father,' he said,
+    'And pray well for me for to thrive;
+  If it be my fortune my bully to kill,
+    I swear I'll ne'er come home alive.'
+
+  22.
+  He put on his back a good plate-jack,
+    And on his head a cap of steel,
+  With sword and buckler by his side;
+    O gin he did not become them well!
+
+  23.
+  'O fare thee well, my father dear!
+    And fare thee well, thou Carlisle town!
+  If it be my fortune my bully to kill,
+    I swear I'll ne'er eat bread again.'
+
+  24.
+  Now we'll leave talking of Christy Grahame,
+    And talk of him again belive;
+  But we will talk of bonny Bewick,
+    Where he was teaching his scholars five.
+
+  25.
+  Now when he had learn'd them well to fence,
+    To handle their swords without any doubt,
+  He's taken his own sword under his arm,
+    And walk'd his father's close about.
+
+  26.
+  He look'd between him and the sun,
+    To see what farleys he could see;
+  There he spy'd a man with armour on,
+    As he came riding over the lee.
+
+  27.
+  'I wonder much what man yon be
+    That so boldly this way does come;
+  I think it is my nighest friend,
+    I think it is my bully Grahame.
+
+  28.
+  'O welcome, O welcome, bully Grahame!
+    O man, thou art my dear, welcome!
+  O man, thou art my dear, welcome!
+    For I love thee best in Christendom.'
+
+  29.
+  'Away, away, O bully Bewick,
+    And of thy bullyship let me be!
+  The day is come I never thought on;
+    Bully, I'm come here to fight with thee.'
+
+  30.
+  'O no! not so, O bully Grahame!
+    That e'er such a word should spoken be!
+  I was thy master, thou was my scholar;
+    So well as I have learned thee.'
+
+  31.
+  'My father he was in Carlisle town,
+    Where thy father Bewick there met he;
+  He said I was bad, and he call'd me a lad,
+    And a baffled man by thou I be.'
+
+  32.
+  'Away, away, O bully Grahame,
+    And of all that talk, man, let us be!
+  We'll take three men of either side
+    To see if we can our fathers agree.'
+
+  33.
+  'Away, away, O bully Bewick,
+    And of thy bullyship let me be!
+  But if thou be a man, as I trow thou art,
+    Come over this ditch and fight with me.'
+
+  34.
+  'O no, not so, my bully Grahame!
+    That e'er such a word should spoken be!
+  Shall I venture my body in field to fight
+    With a man that's faith and troth to me?'
+
+  35.
+  'Away, away, O bully Bewick,
+    And of all that care, man, let us be!
+  If thou be a man, as I trow thou art,
+    Come over this ditch and fight with me.'
+
+  36.
+  'Now, if it be my fortune thee, Grahame, to kill,
+    As God's will's, man, it all must be:
+  But if it be my fortune thee, Grahame, to kill,
+    'Tis home again I'll never gae.'
+
+  37.
+  'Thou art then of my mind, bully Bewick,
+    And sworn-brethren will we be;
+  If thou be a man, as I trow thou art,
+    Come over this ditch and fight with me.'
+
+  38.
+  He flang his cloak from off his shoulders,
+    His psalm-book out of his hand flung he,
+  He clap'd his hand upon the hedge,
+    And o'er lap he right wantonly.
+
+  39.
+  When Grahame did see his bully come,
+    The salt tear stood long in his eye;
+  'Now needs must I say that thou art a man,
+    That dare venture thy body to fight with me.
+
+  40.
+  'Now I have a harness on my back;
+    I know that thou hath none on thine;
+  But as little as thou hath on thy back,
+    Sure as little shall there be on mine.'
+
+  41.
+  He flang his jack from off his back,
+    His steel cap from his head flang he;
+  He's taken his sword into his hand,
+    He's tyed his horse unto a tree.
+
+  42.
+  Now they fell to it with two broad swords,
+    For two long hours fought Bewick and he;
+  Much sweat was to be seen on them both,
+    But never a drop of blood to see.
+
+  43.
+  Now Grahame gave Bewick an ackward stroke,
+    An ackward stroke surely struck he;
+  He struck him now under the left breast,
+    Then down to the ground as dead fell he.
+
+  44.
+  'Arise, arise, O bully Bewick,
+    Arise, and speak three words to me!
+  Whether this be thy deadly wound,
+    Or God and good surgeons will mend thee.'
+
+  45.
+  'O horse, O horse, O bully Grahame,
+    And pray do get thee far from me!
+  Thy sword is sharp, it hath wounded my heart,
+    And so no further can I gae.
+
+  46.
+  'O horse, O horse, O bully Grahame,
+    And get thee far from me with speed!
+  And get thee out of this country quite!
+    That none may know who's done the deed.'
+
+  47.
+  'O if this be true, my bully dear,
+    The words that thou dost tell to me,
+  The vow I made, and the vow I'll keep;
+    I swear I'll be the first to die.'
+
+  48.
+  Then he stuck his sword in a moudie-hill,
+    Where he lap thirty good foot and three;
+  First he bequeathed his soul to God,
+    And upon his own sword-point lap he.
+
+  49.
+  Now Grahame he was the first that died,
+    And then came Robin Bewick to see;
+  'Arise, arise, O son,' he said,
+    'For I see thou's won the victory.
+
+  50.
+  'Arise, arise, O son,' he said,
+    'For I see thou's won the victory;'
+  'Father, could ye not drunk your wine at home,
+    And letten me and my brother be?
+
+  51.
+  'Nay, dig a grave both low and wide,
+    And in it us two pray bury;
+  But bury my bully Grahame on the sun-side,
+    For I'm sure he's won the victory.'
+
+  52.
+  Now we'll leave talking of these two brethren,
+    In Carlisle town where they lie slain,
+  And talk of these two good old men,
+    Where they were making a pitiful moan.
+
+  53.
+  With that bespoke now Robin Bewick;
+    'O man, was I not much to blame?
+  I have lost one of the liveliest lads
+    That ever was bred unto my name.'
+
+  54.
+  With that bespoke my good lord Grahame;
+    'O man, I have lost the better block;
+  I have lost my comfort and my joy,
+    I have lost my key, I have lost my lock.
+
+  55.
+  'Had I gone through all Ladderdale,
+    And forty horse had set on me,
+  Had Christy Grahame been at my back,
+    So well as he would guarded me.'
+
+  56.
+  I have no more of my song to sing,
+    But two or three words to you I'll name;
+  But 'twill be talk'd in Carlisle town
+    That these two old men were all the blame.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  5.2: 'bully,' = billie, brother. See page 75.
+  24.2: 'belive,' soon.
+  26.2: 'farleys,' wonders, novelties.
+  48.1: 'moudie-hill,' mole-hill.]
+
+
+
+
+THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT
+
+
++The Text+ is from Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_. He received the ballad
+from Charles Kirkpatrick Sharp. In Maidment's _North Countrie Garland_
+there is a similar version with a number of small verbal differences.
+
+
++The Story.+--Frendraught in Aberdeenshire, and Rothiemay in Banffshire,
+lie on opposite sides of the Deveron, which separates the counties.
+A feud began (as the result of a dispute over fishing rights) between
+Crichton of Frendraught and Gordon of Rothiemay, and in a fight on the
+first day of the year 1630, Rothiemay and others were killed. Kinsmen of
+both parties were involved; and though the broil was temporarily
+settled, another soon sprang up. The Lord John of the ballad was
+Viscount Melgum, the second son of the Marquis of Huntly, who was
+appealed to as a peacemaker between the factions of Leslie and Crichton.
+Lord John and Rothiemay were sent by the Marquis to escort Frendraught
+to his home, a precaution rendered necessary by the knowledge that the
+Leslies were in ambuscade. Arrived at Frendraught, the laird and lady
+entreated the two young men to remain the night, and eventually
+prevailed on them to do so.
+
+However (though it was long disputed whether the fire was an accident or
+not), it seems that the ancient grudge against Rothiemay moved
+Frendraught to sacrifice 'a great quantity of silver, both coined and
+uncoined,' in the firing of his house for the sake of burning Rothiemay.
+
+Sophia Hay (25.1) was the daughter of the Earl of Erroll, and Viscount
+Melgum's wife. The last two lines of the ballad are not easily
+explained, as the lady is recorded to have been deeply attached to her
+husband; but it is possible that they have been inserted from a similar
+stanza in some other ballad.
+
+
+THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT
+
+  1.
+  The eighteenth of October,
+    A dismal tale to hear
+  How good Lord John and Rothiemay
+    Was both burnt in the fire.
+
+  2.
+  When steeds was saddled and well bridled,
+    And ready for to ride,
+  Then out it came her false Frendraught,
+    Inviting them to bide.
+
+  3.
+  Said, 'Stay this night untill we sup,
+    The morn untill we dine;
+  'Twill be a token of good 'greement
+    'Twixt your good Lord and mine.'
+
+  4.
+  'We'll turn again,' said good Lord John;
+    'But no,' said Rothiemay,
+  'My steed's trapan'd, my bridle's broken,
+    I fear the day I'm fey.'
+
+  5.
+  When mass was sung, and bells was rung,
+    And all men bound for bed,
+  Then good Lord John and Rothiemay
+    In one chamber was laid.
+
+  6.
+  They had not long cast off their cloaths,
+    And were but now asleep,
+  When the weary smoke began to rise,
+    Likewise the scorching heat.
+
+  7.
+  'O waken, waken, Rothiemay!
+    O waken, brother dear!
+  And turn you to our Saviour;
+    There is strong treason here.'
+
+  8.
+  When they were dressed in their cloaths,
+    And ready for to boun,
+  The doors and windows was all secured,
+    The roof-tree burning down.
+
+  9.
+  He did him to the wire-window
+    As fast as he could gang;
+  Says 'Wae to the hands put in the stancheons!
+    For out we'll never win.'
+
+  10.
+  When he stood at the wire-window,
+    Most doleful to be seen,
+  He did espy her Lady Frendraught,
+    Who stood upon the green.
+
+  11.
+  Cried 'Mercy, mercy, Lady Frendraught,
+    Will ye not sink with sin?
+  For first your husband killed my father,
+    And now you burn his son.'
+
+  12.
+  O then out spoke her Lady Frendraught,
+    And loudly did she cry;
+  'It were great pity for good Lord John,
+    But none for Rothiemay;
+  But the keys are casten in the deep draw well,
+    Ye cannot get away.'
+
+  13.
+  While he stood in this dreadful plight,
+    Most piteous to be seen,
+  There called out his servant Gordon,
+    As he had frantic been.
+
+  14.
+  'O loup, O loup, my dear master!
+    O loup and come to me!
+  I'll catch you in my arms two,
+    One foot I will not flee.
+
+  15.
+  'O loup, O loup, my dear master!
+    O loup and come away!
+  I'll catch you in my arms two,
+    But Rothiemay may lie.'
+
+  16.
+  'The fish shall never swim in the flood,
+    Nor corn grow through the clay,
+  Nor the fiercest fire that was ever kindled
+    Twin me and Rothiemay.
+
+  17.
+  'But I cannot loup, I cannot come,
+    I cannot win to thee;
+  My head's fast in the wire-window,
+    My feet burning from me.
+
+  18.
+  'My eyes are seething in my head,
+    My flesh roasting also,
+  My bowels are boiling with my blood;
+    Is not that a woeful woe?
+
+  19.
+  'Take here the rings from my white fingers,
+    That are so long and small,
+  And give them to my lady fair,
+    Where she sits in her hall.
+
+  20.
+  'So I cannot loup, I cannot come,
+    I cannot loup to thee;
+  My earthly part is all consumed,
+    My spirit but speaks to thee.'
+
+  21.
+  Wringing her hands, tearing her hair,
+    His lady she was seen,
+  And thus addressed his servant Gordon,
+    Where he stood on the green.
+
+  22.
+  'O wae be to you, George Gordon!
+    An ill death may you die!
+  So safe and sound as you stand there
+    And my lord bereaved from me.'
+
+  23.
+  'I bad him loup, I bad him come,
+    I bad him loup to me;
+  I'd catch him in my arms two,
+    A foot I should not flee.
+
+  24.
+  'He threw me the rings from his white fingers,
+    Which were so long and small,
+  To give to you, his lady fair,
+    Where you sat in your hall.'
+
+  25.
+  Sophia Hay, Sophia Hay,
+    O bonny Sophia was her name,
+  Her waiting-maid put on her cloaths,
+    But I wot she tore them off again.
+
+  26.
+  And aft she cried, 'Ohon! alas! alas!
+    A sair heart's ill to win;
+  I wan a sair heart when I married him,
+    And the day it's well return'd again.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  16.4: 'twin,' part.]
+
+
+
+
+GEORDIE
+
+
++The Text+ is from Johnson's _Museum_, communicated by Robert Burns.
+
+
++The Story.+--Some editors have identified the hero of the ballad with
+George Gordon, fourth earl of Huntly, but upon what grounds it is
+difficult to see.
+
+There are two English broadside ballads, of the first and second halves
+respectively of the seventeenth century, which are either the originals
+of, or copies from, the Scottish ballad, which exists in many variants.
+The earlier is concerned with 'the death of a worthy gentleman named
+George Stoole,' 'to a delicate Scottish tune,' and the second is called
+'The Life and Death of George of Oxford. To a pleasant tune, called Poor
+Georgy.' One of the Scottish versions has a burden resembling that of
+'George Stoole.'
+
+The 'battle in the north' and Sir Charles Hay are not identified.
+
+
+GEORDIE
+
+  1.
+  There was a battle in the north,
+    And nobles there was many,
+  And they hae killed Sir Charlie Hay,
+    And they laid the wyte on Geordie.
+
+  2.
+  O he has written a lang letter,
+    He sent it to his lady:
+  'Ye maun cum up to Enbrugh town,
+    To see what word's o' Geordie.'
+
+  3.
+  When first she look'd the letter on,
+    She was both red and rosy;
+  But she had na read a word but twa
+    Till she wallowt like a lily.
+
+  4.
+  'Gar get to me ray gude grey steed;
+    My menyie a' gae wi' me;
+  For I shall neither eat nor drink
+    Till Enbrugh town shall see me.'
+
+  5.
+  And she has mountit her gude grey steed,
+    Her menyie a' gaed wi' her,
+  And she did neither eat nor drink
+    Till Enbrugh town did see her,
+
+  6.
+  And first appear'd the fatal block,
+    And syne the aix to head him,
+  And Geordie cumin' down the stair,
+    And bands o' airn upon him.
+
+  7.
+  But tho' he was chain'd in fetters strang,
+    O' airn and steel sae heavy,
+  There was na ane in a' the court
+    Sae bra' a man as Geordie.
+
+  8.
+  O she's down on her bended knee;
+    I wat she's pale and weary:
+  'O pardon, pardon, noble king,
+    And gie me back my dearie!
+
+  9.
+  'I hae born seven sons to my Geordie dear,
+    The seventh ne'er saw his daddie,
+  O pardon, pardon, noble king,
+    Pity a waefu' lady!'
+
+  10.
+  'Gar bid the headin'-man mak haste,'
+    Our king reply'd fu' lordly:
+  'O noble king, tak a' that's mine,
+    But gie me back my Geordie!'
+
+  11.
+  The Gordons cam, the Gordons ran,
+    And they were stark and steady,
+  And ay the word amang them a'
+    Was 'Gordons, keep you ready!'
+
+  12.
+  An aged lord at the king's right hand
+    Says 'Noble king, but hear me;
+  Gar her tell down five thousand pound,
+    And gie her back her dearie.'
+
+  13.
+  Some gae her marks, some gae her crowns,
+    Some gae her dollars many,
+  And she's tell'd down five thousand pound,
+    And she's gotten again her dearie.
+
+  14.
+  She blinkit blythe in her Geordie's face,
+    Says 'Dear I've bought thee, Geordie;
+  But there sud been bluidy bouks on the green
+    Or I had tint my laddie.'
+
+  15.
+  He claspit her by the middle sma',
+    And he kist her lips sae rosy:
+  'The fairest flower o' woman-kind
+    Is my sweet bonnie lady!'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.4: 'wyte,' blame.
+  3.4: 'wallowt,' drooped.
+  4.2: 'menyie,' attendants.
+  14.3: 'bouk,' body.
+  14.4: 'Or,' ere; 'tint,' lost.]
+
+
+
+
+THE BARON OF BRACKLEY
+
+
++The Text+ is from Alexander Laing's _Scarce Ancient Ballads_ (1822).
+A similar version occurs in Buchan's _Gleanings_ (1825). Professor
+Gummere, in printing the first text, omits six stanzas, on the
+assumption that they represent part of a second ballad imperfectly
+incorporated. But I think the ballad can be read as it stands below,
+though doubtless 'his ladie's' remark, st. 11, is out of place.
+
+
++The Story+ seems to be a combination of at least two. An old Baron of
+Brackley, 'an honest aged man,' was slain in 1592 by 'caterans' or
+freebooters who had been entertained hospitably by him. In 1666 John
+Gordon of Brackley began a feud with John Farquharson of Inverey by
+seizing some cattle or horses--accounts differ--by way of fines due for
+taking fish out of season. This eventually led to the slaying of
+Brackley and certain of his adherents.
+
+Professor Child suspects a commixture of the two episodes in the one
+ballad, or more probably, a grafting of a later ballad on to an earlier
+one. The character of the Baron as revealed in the ballad more closely
+resembles that of the 1592 episode, while the details of the fray are in
+keeping with the later story.
+
+'Peggy,' the Baron's wife, was Margaret Burnet, cousin to Gilbert,
+Bishop of Salisbury. After Brackley's death she married again, but not
+her husband's murderer, as the end of our ballad scandalously suggests.
+
+Brackley is near Ballater, about forty miles west of Aberdeen.
+
+
+THE BARON OF BRACKLEY
+
+  1.
+  Inverey cam doun Deeside, whistlin' and playin',
+  He was at brave Braikley's yett ere it was dawin'.
+
+  2.
+  He rappit fu' loudly an' wi' a great roar,
+  Cried, 'Cum doun, cum doun, Braikley, and open the door.
+
+  3.
+  'Are ye sleepin', Baronne, or are ye wakin'?
+  Ther's sharpe swords at your yett, will gar your blood spin.
+
+  4.
+  'Open the yett, Braikley, and lat us within,
+  Till we on the green turf gar your bluid rin.'
+
+  5.
+  Out spak the brave baronne, owre the castell-wa';
+  'Are ye cum to spulyie and plunder mi ha'?
+
+  6.
+  'But gin ye be gentlemen, licht and cum in:
+  Gin ye drink o' my wine, ye'll nae gar my bluid spin.
+
+  7.
+  'Gin ye be hir'd widifu's, ye may gang by,
+  Ye may gang to the lowlands and steal their fat ky.
+
+  8.
+  'Ther spulyie like rievers o' wyld ketterin clan,
+  Who plunder unsparing baith houses and lan'.
+
+  9.
+  'Gin ye be gentlemen, licht and cum [in],
+  Ther's meat and drink i' my ha' for every man.
+
+  10.
+  'Gin ye be hired widifu's, ye may gang by,
+  Gang doun to the lowlands, and steal horse and ky.'
+
+  11.
+  Up spak his ladie, at his bak where she lay,
+  'Get up, get up, Braikley, an be not afraid;
+  The'r but young hir'd widifu's wi' belted plaids.'
+
+  12.
+  'Cum kiss me, mi Peggy, I'le nae langer stay,
+  For I will go out and meet Inverey.
+
+  13.
+  'But haud your tongue, Peggy, and mak nae sic din,
+  For yon same hir'd widifu's will prove themselves men.'
+
+  14.
+  She called on her marys, they cam to her hand;
+  Cries, 'Bring me your rocks, lassies, we will them command.
+
+  15.
+  'Get up, get up, Braikley, and turn bak your ky,
+  Or me and mi women will them defy.
+
+  16.
+  'Cum forth then, mi maidens, and show them some play;
+  We'll ficht them, and shortly the cowards will fly.
+
+  17.
+  'Gin I had a husband, whereas I hae nane,
+  He woud nae ly i' his bed and see his ky taen.
+
+  18.
+  'Ther's four-and-twenty milk-whit calves, twal o' them ky,
+  In the woods o' Glentanner, it's ther thei a' ly.
+
+  19.
+  'Ther's goat i' the Etnach, and sheep o' the brae,
+  An a' will be plunder'd by young Inverey.'
+
+  20.
+  'Now haud your tongue, Peggy, and gie me a gun,
+  Ye'll see me gae furth, but I'll never cum in.
+
+  21.
+  'Call mi brother William, mi unkl also,
+  Mi cousin James Gordon; we'll mount and we'll go.'
+
+  22.
+  When Braikley was ready and stood i' the closs,
+  He was the bravest baronne that e'er mounted horse.
+
+  23.
+  Whan all wer assembled o' the castell green,
+  No man like brave Braikley was ther to be seen.
+
+  24.
+    ...   ...   ...
+  'Turn bak, brother William, ye are a bridegroom;
+
+  25.
+  'Wi' bonnie Jean Gordon, the maid o' the mill;
+  O' sichin' and sobbin' she'll soon get her fill.'
+
+  26.
+  'I'm no coward, brother, 'tis ken'd I'm a man;
+  I'll ficht i' your quarral as lang's I can stand.
+
+  27.
+  'I'll ficht, my dear brother, wi' heart and gudewill,
+  And so will young Harry that lives at the mill.
+
+  28.
+  'But turn, mi dear brother, and nae langer stay:
+  What'll cum o' your ladie, gin Braikley thei slay?
+
+  29.
+  'What'll cum o' your ladie and bonnie young son?
+  O what'll cum o' them when Braikley is gone?'
+
+  30.
+  'I never will turn: do you think I will fly?
+  But here I will ficht, and here I will die.'
+
+  31.
+  'Strik, dogs,' crys Inverey, 'and ficht till ye're slayn,
+  For we are four hundred, ye are but four men.
+
+  32.
+  'Strik, strik, ye proud boaster, your honour is gone,
+  Your lands we will plunder, your castell we'll burn.'
+
+  33.
+  At the head o' the Etnach the battel began,
+  At Little Auchoilzie thei kill'd the first man.
+
+  34.
+  First thei kill'd ane, and soon they kill'd twa,
+  Thei kill'd gallant Braikley, the flour o' them a'.
+
+  35.
+  Thei kill'd William Gordon, and James o' the Knox,
+  And brave Alexander, the flour o' Glenmuick.
+
+  36.
+  What sichin' and moaning was heard i' the glen,
+  For the Baronne o' Braikley, who basely was slayn!
+
+  37.
+  'Cam ye bi the castell, and was ye in there?
+  Saw ye pretty Peggy tearing her hair?'
+
+  38.
+  'Yes, I cam by Braikley, and I gaed in there,
+  And there saw his ladie braiding her hair.
+
+  39.
+  'She was rantin', and dancin', and singin' for joy,
+  And vowin' that nicht she woud feest Inverey.
+
+  40.
+  'She eat wi' him, drank wi' him, welcom'd him in,
+  Was kind to the man that had slain her baronne.'
+
+  41.
+  Up spake the son on the nourice's knee,
+  'Gin I live to be a man, revenged I'll be.'
+
+  42.
+  Ther's dool i' the kitchin, and mirth i' the ha',
+  The Baronne o' Braikley is dead and awa'.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.2: 'yett,' gate.
+  5.2: 'spulyie,' spoil.
+  7.1: 'widifu's,' gallows-birds (lit. 'halter-fulls').
+  8.1: 'rievers,' robbers; 'ketterin' = cateran, marauder freebooter.
+  14.2: 'rocks,' distaffs.]
+
+
+
+
+THE GIPSY LADDIE
+
+
++The Text+ is from Motherwell's MS., a copy from tradition in
+Renfrewshire in 1825. The ballad exists both in English and Scottish,
+and though the English ballad is probably derived from the Scottish, it
+was the first in print. It is also called _Johnnie Faa_. Motherwell, in
+printing an elaborated version of the following text (_Minstrelsy_,
+1827, p. 360), called it _Gypsie Davy_.
+
+
++The Story.+--Singers--presumably gipsies--entice Lady Cassillis down to
+hear them, and cast glamour on her. She follows their chief, Gipsy Davy,
+but finds (stt. 5 and 6) that the conditions are changed. Her lord
+misses her, seeks her 'thro' nations many,' and finds her drinking with
+the gipsy chief. He asks her to return home with him. At this point the
+present version becomes difficult, and the bearing of st. 12 is not
+apparent. We may gather that the lady returned home with her husband,
+as he proceeded to hang sixteen of the gipsies.
+
+This version calls the lady 'Jeanie Faw,' but the majority call the
+gipsy chief Johnnie Faa, which is a well-known name amongst gipsies, and
+occurs as early as 1540 as the name of the 'lord and earl of Little
+Egypt.' Gipsies being expelled from Scotland by Act of Parliament in
+1609, a Captain Johnne Faa and seven others were hanged in 1624 for
+disobeying the ordinance, and this execution is sufficient to account
+for the introduction of the name into a ballad of this kind.
+
+The ballad has no certain connection with the Cassillis family, and it
+has been suggested that the word is simply a corruption of 'castle,' the
+original beginning of the ballad being
+
+  'The gipsies came to the castle-gate.'
+
+If this be so, the present form of the ballad illustrates admirably two
+methods of corruption by tradition.
+
+
+THE GIPSY LADDIE
+
+  1.
+  There cam singers to Earl Cassillis' gates,
+    And oh, but they sang bonnie!
+  They sang sae sweet and sae complete,
+    Till down cam the earl's lady.
+
+  2.
+  She cam tripping down the stair,
+    And all her maids before her;
+  As soon as they saw her weel-faur'd face
+    They coost their glamourye owre her.
+
+  3.
+  They gave her o' the gude sweet-meats,
+    The nutmeg and the ginger,
+  And she gied them a far better thing,
+    Ten gold rings aff her finger.
+
+  4.
+  'Tak from me my silken cloak,
+    And bring me down my plaidie;
+  For it is good eneuch,' she said,
+    'To follow a Gipsy Davy.
+
+  5.
+  'Yestreen I rode this water deep,
+    And my gude lord beside me;
+  But this nicht I maun set in my pretty fit and wade,
+    A wheen blackguards wading wi' me,
+
+  6.
+  'Yestreen I lay in a fine feather-bed,
+    And my gude lord beyond me;
+  But this nicht I maun lie in some cauld tenant's-barn,
+    A wheen blackguards waiting on me.'
+
+  7.
+  'Come to thy bed, my bonny Jeanie Faw,
+    Come to thy bed, my dearie,
+  For I do swear by the top o' my spear,
+    Thy gude lord'll nae mair come near thee.'
+
+  8.
+  When her gude lord cam hame at nicht,
+    It was asking for his fair ladye;
+  One spak slow, and another whisper'd out,
+    'She's awa' wi' Gipsey Davy!'
+
+  9.
+  'Come saddle to me my horse,' he said;
+    'Come saddle and mak him readie!
+  For I'll neither sleep, eat, nor drink,
+    Till I find out my lady.'
+
+  10.
+  They socht her up, they socht her doun,
+    They socht her thro' nations many,
+  Till at length they found her out in Abbey dale,
+    Drinking wi' Gipsey Davy.
+
+  11.
+  'Rise, oh, rise! my bonny Jeanie Faw;
+    Oh, rise, and do not tarry!
+  Is this the thing ye promised to me
+    When at first I did thee marry?'
+
+  12.
+  They drank her cloak, so did they her goun,
+    They drank her stockings and her shoon,
+  And they drank the coat that was nigh to her smock,
+    And they pawned her pearled apron.
+
+  13.
+  They were sixteen clever men,
+    Suppose they were na bonnie;
+  They are a' to be hang'd on ae tree,
+    For the stealing o' Earl Cassilis' lady.
+
+  14.
+  'We are sixteen clever men,
+    One woman was a' our mother;
+  We are a' to be hanged on ae day,
+    For the stealing of a wanton lady.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  2.3: 'weel-faur'd,' well-favoured.
+  5.4:'a wheen,' a pack [of].]
+
+
+
+
+BESSY BELL AND MARY GRAY
+
+
++The Text+ is from Sharpe's _Ballad Book_. A parody of this ballad,
+concerning an episode of the end of the seventeenth century, shows it to
+have been popular not long after its making. In England it has become a
+nursery rhyme (see Halliwell's _Nursery Rhymes_, p. 246).
+
+
++The Story.+--In 1781 a Major Barry, then owner of Lednock, recorded the
+following tradition. Mary Gray was the daughter of the Laird of Lednock,
+near Perth, and Bessy Bell was the daughter of the Laird of Kinvaid,
+a neighbouring place. Both were handsome, and the two were intimate
+friends. Bessy Bell being come on a visit to Mary Gray, they retired, in
+order to avoid an outbreak of the plague, to a bower built by themselves
+in a romantic spot called Burnbraes, on the side of Branchie-burn,
+three-quarters of a mile from Lednock House. The ballad does not say
+_how_ the 'pest cam,' but tradition finds a cause for their deaths by
+inventing a young man, in love with both, who visited them and brought
+the infection. They died in the bower, and were buried in the
+Dranoch-haugh ('Stronach haugh,' 3.3), near the bank of the river
+Almond. The grave is still visited by pious pilgrims.
+
+Major Barry mentions 1666 as the year, but the plague did not reach
+Scotland in that year. Probably the year in question was 1645, when the
+district was ravaged with the pestilence.
+
+
+BESSY BELL AND MARY GRAY
+
+  1.
+  O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray,
+    They war twa bonnie lasses;
+  They bigget a bower on yon burn-brae,
+    And theekit it o'er wi' rashes.
+
+  2.
+  They theekit it o'er wi' rashes green,
+    They theekit it o'er wi' heather;
+  But the pest cam frae the burrows-town,
+    And slew them baith thegither.
+
+  3.
+  They thought to lie in Methven kirk-yard,
+    Amang their noble kin;
+  But they maun lye in Stronach haugh,
+    To biek forenent the sin.
+
+  4.
+  And Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
+    They war twa bonnie lasses;
+  They bigget a bower on yon burn-brae,
+    And theekit it o'er wi' rashes.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.3: 'bigget,' built.
+  1.4: 'theekit,' thatched.
+  3.4: _i.e._ to bask beneath the sun.]
+
+
+
+
+SIR JAMES THE ROSE
+
+
++The Text+ is from Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_ (1827). It is based on a
+stall-copy, presumably similar to one preserved by Sir Walter Scott at
+Abbotsford, combined with a version from recitation, which Child none
+the less calls 'well remembered from print.'
+
+
++The Story+ has no historical foundation, as far as can be discovered;
+and for once we have a traditional tale inculcating a moral, though we
+do not understand why the 'nourice' betrays Sir James to his enemies.
+
+Michael Bruce wrote a version of the story of this ballad, which seems
+to have become more popular than the ballad itself. It may be seen in
+A. B. Grosart's edition of his works (1865), p. 197.
+
+
+SIR JAMES THE ROSE
+
+  1.
+  O heard ye of Sir James the Rose,
+    The young heir of Buleighan?
+  For he has killed a gallant squire,
+    And his friends are out to take him.
+
+  2.
+  Now he's gone to the house of Marr,
+    Where the Nourice was his leman;
+  To seek his dear he did repair,
+    Thinking she would befriend him.
+
+  3.
+  'Where are you going, Sir James?' she says,
+    'Or where now are you riding?'
+  'Oh, I am bound to a foreign land,
+    For now I'm under hiding.
+
+  4.
+  'Where shall I go? where shall I run?
+    Where shall I go to hide me?
+  For I have killed a gallant squire,
+    And they're seeking to slay me.'
+
+  5.
+  'O go ye down to yon ale-house,
+    And I'll there pay your lawin';
+  And if I be a maiden true,
+    I'll meet you in the dawin'.'
+
+  6.
+  'I'll no go down to yon ale-house,
+    For you to pay my lawin';
+  There's forty shillings for one supper,
+    I'll stay in't till the dawin'.'
+
+  7.
+  He's turned him richt and round about,
+    And rowed him in his brechan;
+  And he has gone to take his sleep,
+    In the lowlands of Buleighan.
+
+  8.
+  He had not weel gone out o' sicht,
+    Nor was he past Millstrethen,
+  Till four-and-twenty belted knights,
+    Came riding owre the Lethan.
+
+  9.
+  'O have ye seen Sir James the Rose,
+    The young heir of Buleighan?
+  For he has killed a gallant squire,
+    And we're sent out to take him.'
+
+  10.
+  'O I have seen Sir James,' she says,
+    'For he passed here on Monday;
+  If the steed be swift that he rides on,
+    He's past the gates o' London.'
+
+  11.
+  As they rode on man after man,
+    Then she cried out behind them,
+  'If you do seek Sir James the Rose,
+    I'll tell you where you'll find him.'
+
+  12.
+  'Seek ye the bank abune the mill,
+    In the lowlands of Buleighan;
+  And there you'll find Sir James the Rose,
+    Lying sleeping in his brechan.
+
+  13.
+  'You must not wake him out of sleep,
+    Nor yet must you affright him,
+  Till you drive a dart quite through his heart,
+    And through his body pierce him.'
+
+  14.
+  They sought the bank abune the mill,
+    In the lowlands of Buleighan,
+  And there they found Sir James the Rose,
+    Lying sleeping in his brechan.
+
+  15.
+  Up then spake Sir John the Graeme
+    Who had the charge a-keeping,
+  'It shall ne'er be said, dear gentlemen,
+    We killed a man when a-sleeping.
+
+  16.
+  They seized his broad sword and his targe,
+    And closely him surrounded;
+  And when he waked out of his sleep,
+    His senses were confounded.
+
+  17.
+  'O pardon, pardon, gentlemen,
+    Have mercy now upon me.'
+  'Such as you gave, such you shall have,
+    And so we fall upon thee.'
+
+  18.
+  'Donald, my man, wait me upon,
+    And I'll gie you my brechan;
+  And if you stay here till I die,
+    You'll get my trews of tartan.
+
+  19.
+  'There is fifty pounds in my pocket,
+    Besides my trews and brechan,
+  Ye'll get my watch and diamond ring,
+    And take me to Loch-Largan.'
+
+  20.
+  Now they've ta'en out his bleeding heart,
+    And stuck it on a spear,
+  Then took it to the House of Marr,
+    And gave it to his dear.
+
+  21.
+  But when she saw his bleeding heart,
+    She was like one distracted,
+  She wrung her hands and tore her hair,
+    Crying, 'Oh! what have I acted.
+
+  22.
+  'It's for your sake, Sir James the Rose,
+    That my poor heart's a-breaking;
+  Cursed be the day I did thee betray,
+    Thou brave knight o' Buleighan.'
+
+  23.
+  Then up she rose, and forth she goes,
+    And in that fatal hour
+  She bodily was borne away,
+    And never was seen more.
+
+  24.
+  But where she went was never kent;
+    And so, to end the matter,
+  A traitor's end you may depend
+    Can never be no better.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  7.2: 'brechan,' plaid.]
+
+
+
+
+CLYDE'S WATER
+
+
++The Text+ is from the Skene MS., but I have omitted the three final
+lines, which do not make a complete stanza, and, when compared with
+Scott's 'Old Lady's' version, are obviously corrupt. The last verse
+should signify that the mothers of Willie and Meggie went up and down
+the bank saying, 'Clyde's water has done us wrong!'
+
+The ballad is better known as _Willie and May Margaret_.
+
+
++The Story.+--Willie refuses his mother's request to stay at home, as he
+wishes to visit his true-love. The mother puts her malison, or curse,
+upon him, but he rides off. Clyde is roaring, but Willie says, 'Drown me
+as I come back, but spare me as I go,' which is Martial's
+
+  'Parcite dum propero, mergite cum redeo,'
+
+and occurs in other English broadsides. Meggie will not admit Willie,
+and he rides away. Meggie awakes, and learns that she has dismissed her
+true-love in her sleep. Our ballad is deficient here, but it is obvious
+from st. 19 that both lovers are drowned. We must understand, therefore,
+that Meggie follows Willie across Clyde. A variant of the ballad
+explains that she found him 'in the deepest pot' in all Clyde's water,
+and drowned herself.
+
+Child notes that there is a very popular Italian ballad of much the same
+story, except that the mother's curse is on the girl and not the man.
+
+There is a curious change in the style of spelling from stanza 15 to the
+end.
+
+
+CLYDE'S WATER
+
+  1.
+  'Ye gie corn unto my horse,
+    An' meat unto my man,
+  For I will gae to my true-love's gates
+    This night, gin that I can.'
+
+  2.
+  'O stay at hame this ae night, Willie,
+    This ae bare night wi' me;
+  The best bed in a' my house
+    Sall be well made to thee.'
+
+  3.
+  'I carena for your beds, mither,
+    I carena ae pin,
+  For I'll gae to my love's gates
+    This night, gin I can win.'
+
+  4.
+  'O stay, my son Willie, this night,
+    This ae night wi' me;
+  The best hen in a' my roost
+    Sall be well made ready for thee.'
+
+  5.
+  'I carena for your hens, mither,
+    I carena ae pin;
+  I sall gae to my love's gates
+    This night, gin I can win.'
+
+  6.
+  'Gin ye winna stay, my son Willie,
+    This ae bare night wi' me,
+  Gin Clyde's water be deep and fu' o' flood,
+    My malisen drown ye!'
+
+  7.
+  He rode up yon high hill,
+    An' down yon dowie glen;
+  The roaring o' Clyde's water
+    Wad hae fleyt ten thousand men.
+
+  8.
+  'O spare me, Clyde's water,
+    O spare me as I gae!
+  Mak me your wrack as I come back,
+    But spare me as I gae!'
+
+  9.
+  He rade in, and farther in,
+    Till he came to the chin;
+  And he rade in, and farther in,
+    Till he came to dry lan'.
+
+  10.
+  And whan he came to his love's gates,
+    He tirled at the pin.
+  'Open your gates, Meggie,
+    Open your gates to me,
+  For my beets are fu' o' Clyde's water,
+    And the rain rains oure my chin.'
+
+  11.
+  'I hae nae lovers therout,' she says,
+    'I hae nae love within;
+  My true-love is in my arms twa,
+    An' nane will I lat in.'
+
+  12.
+  'Open your gates, Meggie, this ae night,
+    Open your gates to me;
+  For Clyde's water is fu' o' flood,
+    An' my mither's malison'll drown me.'
+
+  13.
+  'Ane o' my chamers is fu' o' corn,' she says,
+    'An' ane is fu' o' hay;
+  Anither is fu' o' gentlemen,
+    An' they winna move till day.'
+
+  14.
+  Out waked her May Meggie,
+    Out o' her drousy dream:
+  'I dreamed a dream sin the yestreen,
+    (God read a' dreams to guid!)
+  That my true-love Willie
+    Was standing at my bed-feet.'
+
+  15.
+  'Now lay ye still, my ae dochter,
+    An' keep my back fra the call',
+  For it's na the space of hafe an hour
+    Sen he gad fra yer hall'.'
+
+  16.
+  'An' hey, Willie, an' hoa, Willie,
+    Winne ye turn agen?'
+  But ay the louder that she crayed
+    He rod agenst the wind.
+
+  17.
+  He rod up yon high hill,
+    An' doun yon douey den;
+  The roring that was in Clide's water
+    Wad ha' flayed ten thousand men.
+
+  18.
+  He road in, an' farder in,
+    Till he came to the chine;
+  An' he road in, an' farder in,
+    Bat never mare was seen.
+
+    ...   ...   ...
+
+  19.
+  Ther was na mare seen of that guid lord
+    Bat his hat frae his head;
+  There was na mare seen of that lady
+    Bat her comb an' her sneed.
+
+    ...   ...   ...
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  6.4: 'malisen,' curse.
+  7.4: 'fleyt,' frightened.
+  14.4: 'read,' interpret.
+  14.6: 'standing,' _staring_ in manuscript.
+  19.4: 'sneed,' snood, fillet.]
+
+
+
+
+KATHARINE JAFFRAY
+
+
++The Text+ is from Herd's MSS., two copies showing a difference of one
+word and a few spellings. Stt. 3 and 5 are interchanged for the sake of
+the sense.
+
+Many copies of this ballad exist (Child prints a dozen), but this one is
+both the shortest and simplest.
+
+
++The Story.+--In _The Cruel Brother_ (First Series, p. 76) it was shown
+that a lover must 'speak to the brother' of his lady. Here the lesson,
+it seems, is that he must 'tell the lass herself' before her
+wedding-day. Katharine, however, not only proves her faith to her first
+lover (her 'grass-green' dress, 10.2, shows an ill-omened marriage), but
+prefers the Scot to the Southron. This lesson the ballad drives home in
+the last two verses.
+
+Presumably Scott founded _Young Lochinvar_ on the story of this ballad,
+as in six versions the Scots laird bears that name.
+
+
+KATHARINE JAFFRAY
+
+  1.
+  There liv'd a lass in yonder dale,
+    And doun in yonder glen, O,
+  And Kath'rine Jaffray was her name,
+    Well known by many men, O.
+
+  2.
+  Out came the Laird of Lauderdale,
+    Out frae the South Countrie,
+  All for to court this pretty maid,
+    Her bridegroom for to be.
+
+  3.
+  He has teld her father and mither baith,
+    And a' the rest o' her kin,
+  And has teld the lass hersell,
+    And her consent has win.
+
+  4.
+  Then came the Laird of Lochinton,
+    Out frae the English border,
+  All for to court this pretty maid,
+    Well mounted in good order.
+
+  5.
+  He's teld her father and mither baith,
+    As I hear sindry say,
+  But he has nae teld the lass hersell,
+    Till on her wedding day.
+
+  6.
+  When day was set, and friends were met,
+    And married to be,
+  Lord Lauderdale came to the place,
+    The bridal for to see.
+
+  7.
+  'O are you come for sport, young man?
+    Or are you come for play?
+  Or are you come for a sight o' our bride,
+    Just on her wedding day?'
+
+  8.
+  'I'm nouther come for sport,' he says,
+    'Nor am I come for play;
+  But if I had one sight o' your bride,
+    I'll mount and ride away.'
+
+  9.
+  There was a glass of the red wine
+    Fill'd up them atween,
+  And ay she drank to Lauderdale,
+    Wha her true-love had been.
+
+  10.
+  Then he took her by the milk-white hand,
+    And by the grass-green sleeve,
+  And he mounted her high behind him there,
+    At the bridegroom he askt nae leive.
+
+  11.
+  Then the blude run down by Cowden Banks,
+    And down by Cowden Braes,
+  And ay she gard the trumpet sound,
+    'O this is foul, foul play!'
+
+  12.
+  Now a' ye that in England are,
+    Or are in England born,
+  Come nere to Scotland to court a lass,
+    Or else ye'l get the scorn.
+
+  13.
+  They haik ye up and settle ye by,
+    Till on your wedding day,
+  And gie ye frogs instead o' fish,
+    And play ye foul, foul play.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  13.1: 'haik ye up,' kidnap (_Jamieson_), but ? delude, or keep in
+    suspense.]
+
+
+
+
+LIZIE LINDSAY
+
+
++The Text+ is from Kinloch's MSS. He obtained it from Mearnsshire, and
+remarks that according to the tradition of that district the heroine was
+said to have been a daughter of Lindsay of Edzell, though he had
+searched in vain for genealogical confirmation of the tradition.
+
+
++The Story.+--'Ballads of this description,' says Professor Child, 'are
+peculiarly liable to interpolation and debasement.' In this version the
+most offending stanza is the tenth; and the extra two lines in stt. 22
+and 24 also appear to be unnecessary. The anapaestic metre of this
+version should be noted.
+
+The ballad was and is a great favourite with singers, and the tune may
+be found in several of the collections of Scottish songs.
+
+
+LIZIE LINDSAY
+
+  1.
+  It's of a young lord o' the Hielands,
+    A bonnie braw castle had he,
+  And he says to his lady mither,
+    'My boon ye will grant to me:
+  Sall I gae to Edinbruch city,
+    And fesh hame a lady wi' me?'
+
+  2.
+  'Ye may gae to Edinbruch city,
+    And fesh hame a lady wi' thee,
+  But see that ye bring her but flatt'rie,
+    And court her in grit povertie.'
+
+  3.
+  'My coat, mither, sall be o' the plaiden,
+    A tartan kilt oure my knee,
+  Wi' hosens and brogues and the bonnet;
+    I'll court her wi' nae flatt'rie.'
+
+  4.
+  Whan he cam to Edinbruch city,
+    He play'd at the ring and the ba',
+  And saw monie a bonnie young ladie,
+    But Lizie Lindsay was first o' them a'.
+
+  5.
+  Syne, dress'd in his Hieland grey plaiden,
+    His bonnet abune his e'e-bree,
+  He called on fair Lizie Lindsay;
+    Says, 'Lizie, will ye fancy me?
+
+  6.
+  'And gae to the Hielands, my lassie,
+    And gae, gae wi' me?
+  O gae to the Hielands, Lizie Lindsay,
+    I'll feed ye on curds and green whey.
+
+  7.
+  'And ye'se get a bed o' green bracken;
+    My plaidie will hap thee and me;
+  Ye'se lie in my arms, bonnie Lizie,
+    If ye'll gae to the Hielands wi' me.'
+
+  8.
+  'O how can I gae to the Hielands
+    Or how can I gae wi' thee,
+  Whan I dinna ken whare I'm gaing,
+    Nor wha I hae to gae wi'?'
+
+  9.
+  'My father, he is an auld shepherd,
+    My mither, she is an auld dey;
+  My name it is Donald Macdonald,
+    My name I'll never deny.'
+
+  10.
+  'O Donald, I'll gie ye five guineas
+    To sit ae hour in my room,
+  Till I tak aff your ruddy picture;
+    Whan I hae 't, I'll never think lang.'
+
+  11.
+  'I dinna care for your five guineas;
+    It's ye that's the jewel to me;
+  I've plenty o' kye in the Hielands,
+    To feed ye wi' curds and green whey.
+
+  12.
+  'And ye'se get a bonnie blue plaidie,
+    Wi' red and green strips thro' it a';
+  And I'll be the lord o' your dwalling,
+    And that's the best picture ava'.
+
+  13.
+  'And I am laird o' a' my possessions;
+    The king canna boast o' na mair;
+  And ye'se hae my true heart in keeping,
+    There'll be na ither e'en hae a share.
+
+  14.
+  'Sae gae to the Hielands, my lassie,
+    O gae awa' happy wi' me;
+  O gae to the Hielands, Lizie Lindsay.
+    And hird the wee lammies wi' me.'
+
+  15.
+  'O how can I gae wi' a stranger,
+    Oure hills and oure glens frae my hame?'
+  'I tell ye I am Donald Macdonald;
+    I'll ever be proud o' my name.'
+
+  16.
+  Doun cam Lizie Lindsay's ain father,
+    A knicht o' a noble degree;
+  Says, 'If ye do steal my dear daughter,
+    It's hangit ye quickly sall be.'
+
+  17.
+  On his heel he turn'd round wi' a bouncie,
+    And a licht lauch he did gie;
+  'There's nae law in Edinbruch city
+    This day that can dare to hang me.'
+
+  18.
+  Then up bespak Lizie's best woman,
+    And a bonnie young lass was she;
+  'Had I but a mark in my pouchie,
+    It's Donald that I wad gae wi'.'
+
+  19.
+  'O Helen, wad ye leave your coffer,
+    And a' your silk kirtles sae braw,
+  And gang wi' a bare-hough'd puir laddie,
+    And leave father, mither, and a'?
+
+  20.
+  'But I think he's a witch or a warlock,
+    Or something o' that fell degree,
+  For I'll gae awa' wi' young Donald,
+    Whatever my fortune may be.'
+
+  21.
+  Then Lizie laid doun her silk mantle,
+    And put on her waiting-maid's goun,
+  And aff and awa' to the Hielands
+    She's gane wi' this young shepherd loun.
+
+  22.
+  Thro' glens and oure mountains they wander'd,
+    Till Lizie had scantlie a shoe;
+  'Alas and ohone!' says fair Lizie,
+    'Sad was the first day I saw you!
+  I wish I war in Edinbruch city;
+    Fu' sair, sair this pastime I rue.'
+
+  23.
+  'O haud your tongue now, bonnie Lizie,
+    For yonder's the shieling, my hame,
+  And there's my guid auld honest mither,
+    That's coming to meet ye her lane.'
+
+  24.
+  'O ye're welcome, ye're welcome, Sir Donald,
+    Ye're welcome hame to your ain.'
+  'O ca' me na young Sir Donald,
+    But ca' me Donald my son.'
+  And this they hae spoken in Erse,
+    That Lizie micht not understand.
+
+  25.
+  The day being weetie and daggie,
+    They lay till 'twas lang o' the day.
+  'Win up, win up, bonnie Lizie,
+    And help at the milking the kye.'
+
+  26.
+  O slowly raise up Lizie Lindsay,
+    The saut tear blindit her e'e.
+  'O war I in Edinbruch city,
+    The Hielands shoud never see me!'
+
+  27.
+  He led her up to a hie mountain,
+    And bade her look out far and wide.
+  'I'm lord o' thae isles and thae mountains,
+    And ye're now my beautiful bride.
+
+  28.
+  'Sae rue na ye've come to the Hielands,
+    Sae rue na ye've come aff wi' me,
+  For ye're great Macdonald's braw lady,
+    And will be to the day that ye dee.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  9.2: 'dey,' dairy-woman.
+  19.3: 'bare-hough'd,' with bare thighs.
+  20.1: 'warlock,' wizard.
+  23.2: 'shieling,' hut.
+  25.1: 'daggie,' drizzling.]
+
+
+
+
+THE GARDENER
+
+
++The Text+ of this pretty little song is taken from Kinloch's MSS.,
+where it is in James Beattie's handwriting. In _Five Excellent New
+Songs_, printed at Edinburgh in 1766, there is an older but much
+corrupted version of this song, confused with two other songs, a 'Thyme'
+song and the favourite 'I sowed the seeds of love.' It is printed as two
+songs, _The New Lover's Garland_ and _The Young Maid's Answer_, both
+with the following refrain:--
+
+  'Brave sailing here, my dear,
+    And better sailing there,
+  And brave sailing in my love's arms,
+    O if I were there!'
+
+
++The Story+ is so slight that the song can scarcely be counted as a
+narrative. But it is one of the lyrical dialogues covered by the word
+'ballad,' and was not ruled out by Professor Child. There seems to be a
+loss of half a verse in 7, which should doubtless be two stanzas.
+
+
+THE GARDENER
+
+  1.
+  The gardener stands in his bower-door,
+    With a primrose in his hand,
+  And by there came a leal maiden,
+    As jimp's a willow wand.
+  _And by_, etc.
+
+  2.
+  'O lady, can you fancy me,
+    For to be my bride?
+  You'll get a' the flowers in my garden
+    To be to you a weed.
+
+  3.
+  'The lily white shall be your smock,
+    Becomes your body neat;
+  And your head shall be deck'd with jelly-flower,
+    And the primrose in your breast.
+
+  4.
+  'Your gown shall be o' the sweet-william,
+    Your coat o' camovine,
+  And your apron o' the salads neat,
+    That taste baith sweet and fine.
+
+  5.
+  'Your stockings shall be o' the broad kail-blade,
+    That is baith broad and long;
+  And narrow, narrow at the coot,
+    And broad, broad at the brawn.
+
+  6.
+  'Your gloves shall be the marygold,
+    All glittering to your hand,
+  Well spread o'er wi' the blue blaewort,
+    That grows in corn-land.'
+
+  7.
+  'O fare you well, young man,' she says,
+    'Farewell, and I bid adieu;
+  Since you've provided a weed for me,
+    Among the summer flowers,
+  Then I'll provide another for you,
+    Among the winter showers.
+
+  8.
+  'The new-fallen snow to be your smock,
+    Becomes your body neat;
+  And your head shall be deck'd with the eastern wind,
+    And the cold rain on your breast.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  2.4: 'weed,' dress.
+  4.2: 'camovine,' camomile.
+  5.3: 'coot,' ankle.
+  5.4: 'brawn,' calf.]
+
+
+
+
+JOHN O' THE SIDE
+
+  'He is weil kend, Johne of the Syde,
+  A greater theif did never ryde.'
+
+      Sir Richard Maitland.
+
+
++The Text+ is from the Percy Folio, but is given in modernised spelling.
+It lacks the beginning, probably, and one line in st. 3, which can be
+easily guessed; but as a whole it is an infinitely fresher and better
+ballad than that inserted in the _Minstrelsy_ of Sir Walter Scott.
+
+
++The Story+ is akin to that of _Kinmont Willie_ (p. 49). John of the
+Side (on the river Liddel, nearly opposite Mangerton) first appears
+about 1550 in a list of freebooters against whom complaints were laid
+before the Bishop of Carlisle. He was, it seems, another of the
+Armstrong family.
+
+Hobby Noble has a ballad[1] to himself (as the hero of the present
+ballad deserves), in which mention is made of Peter of Whitfield. This
+is doubtless the person mentioned in the first line of _John o' the
+Side_ as having been killed presumably by John himself.
+
+    [Footnote 1: Child, No. 189, from Caw's _Poetical Museum_, but not
+    of sufficient merit to be included here.]
+
+'Culertun,' 10.1, is Chollerton on the Tyne. Percy suggests Challerton,
+and in the ballads upon which Scott founded his version the name is
+'Choler-ford.' 'Howbrame wood' and 'Lord Clough' are not identified; and
+Flanders files, effective as they appear to be, are not otherwise known.
+
+'The ballad,' says Professor Child, 'is one of the best in the world,
+and enough to make a horse-trooper of any young borderer, had he lacked
+the impulse.'
+
+
+JOHN O' THE SIDE
+
+  1.
+  Peter o' Whifield he hath slain,
+    And John o' Side, he is ta'en,
+  And John is bound both hand and foot,
+    And to the New-castle he is gone.
+
+  2.
+  But tidings came to the Sybil o' the Side,
+    By the water-side as she ran;
+  She took her kirtle by the hem,
+    And fast she run to Mangerton.
+
+  3.
+    ...   ...   ...
+    The lord was set down at his meat;
+  When these tidings she did him tell,
+    Never a morsel might he eat.
+
+  4.
+  But lords they wrung their fingers white,
+    Ladies did pull themselves by the hair,
+  Crying 'Alas and welladay!
+    For John o' the Side we shall never see more.
+
+  5.
+  'But we'll go sell our droves of kine,
+    And after them our oxen sell,
+  And after them our troops of sheep,
+    But we will loose him out of the New Castell.'
+
+  6.
+  But then bespake him Hobby Noble,
+    And spoke these words wondrous high;
+  Says, 'Give me five men to myself,
+    And I'll fetch John o' the Side to thee.'
+
+  7.
+  'Yea, thou'st have five, Hobby Noble,
+    Of the best that are in this country;
+  I'll give thee five thousand, Hobby Noble,
+    That walk in Tyvidale truly.'
+
+  8.
+  'Nay, I'll have but five,' says Hobby Noble,
+    'That shall walk away with me;
+  We will ride like no men of war,
+    But like poor badgers we will be.'
+
+  9.
+  They stuffed up all their bags with straw,
+    And their steeds barefoot must be;
+  'Come on, my brethren,' says Hobby Noble,
+    'Come on your ways, and go with me.'
+
+  10.
+  And when they came to Culerton ford,
+    The water was up, they could it not go;
+  And then they were ware of a good old man,
+    How his boy and he were at the plough.
+
+  11.
+  'But stand you still,' says Hobby Noble,
+    'Stand you still here at this shore,
+  And I will ride to yonder old man,
+    And see where the gate it lies o'er.
+
+  12.
+  'But Christ you save, father!' quoth he,
+    'Christ both you save and see!
+  Where is the way over this ford?
+    For Christ's sake tell it me.'
+
+  13.
+  'But I have dwelled here three score year,
+    So have I done three score and three;
+  I never saw man nor horse go o'er,
+    Except it were a horse of tree.'
+
+  14.
+  'But fare thou well, thou good old man!
+    The devil in hell I leave with thee,
+  No better comfort here this night
+    Thou gives my brethren here and me.'
+
+  15.
+  But when he came to his brether again,
+    And told this tidings full of woe,
+  And then they found a well good gate
+    They might ride o'er by two and two.
+
+  16.
+  And when they were come over the ford,
+    All safe gotten at the last,
+  'Thanks be to God!' says Hobby Noble,
+    'The worst of our peril is past.'
+
+  17.
+  And then they came into Howbrame wood,
+    And there then they found a tree,
+  And cut it down then by the root.
+    The length was thirty foot and three.
+
+  18.
+  And four of them did take the plank,
+    As light as it had been a flea,
+  And carried it to the New Castle,
+    Where as John o' Side did lie.
+
+  19.
+  And some did climb up by the walls,
+    And some did climb up by the tree,
+  Until they came up to the top of the castle,
+    Where John made his moan truly.
+
+  20.
+  He said, 'God be with thee, Sybil o' the Side!
+    My own mother thou art,' quoth he;
+  'If thou knew this night I were here,
+    A woe woman then wouldst thou be.
+
+  21.
+  'And fare you well, Lord Mangerton!
+    And ever I say God be with thee!
+  For if you knew this night I were here,
+    You would sell your land for to loose me.
+
+  22.
+  'And fare thou well, Much, Miller's son!
+    Much, Miller's son, I say;
+  Thou has been better at mirk midnight
+    Than ever thou was at noon o' the day.
+
+  23.
+  'And fare thou well, my good lord Clough!
+    Thou art thy father's son and heir;
+  Thou never saw him in all thy life
+    But with him durst thou break a spear.
+
+  24.
+  'We are brothers childer nine or ten,
+    And sisters children ten or eleven;
+  We never came to the field to fight,
+    But the worst of us was counted a man.'
+
+  25.
+  But then bespake him Hobby Noble,
+    And spake these words unto him;
+  Says 'Sleepest thou, wakest thou, John o' the Side,
+    Or art thou this castle within?'
+
+  26.
+  'But who is there,' quoth John o' the Side,
+    'That knows my name so right and free?'
+  'I am a bastard-brother of thine;
+    This night I am comen for to loose thee.'
+
+  27.
+  'Now nay, now nay,' quoth John o' the Side,
+    'It fears me sore that will not be,
+  For a peck of gold and silver,' John said,
+    'In faith this night will not loose me.'
+
+  28.
+  But then bespake him Hobby Noble,
+    And till his brother thus said he;
+  Says 'Four shall take this matter in hand,
+    And two shall tent our geldings free.'
+
+  29.
+  Four did break one door without,
+    Then John brake five himsel';
+  But when they came to the iron door,
+    It smote twelve upon the bell.
+
+  30.
+  'It fears me sore,' said Much, the Miller,
+    'That here taken we all shall be;'
+  'But go away, brethren,' said John o' the Side,
+    'For ever alas! this will not be.'
+
+  31.
+  'But fie upon thee!' said Hobby Noble;
+    'Much, the Miller, fie upon thee!
+  It sore fears me,' said Hobby Noble,
+    'Man that thou wilt never be.'
+
+  32.
+  But then he had Flanders files two or thee,
+    And he filed down that iron door,
+  And took John out of the New Castle,
+    And said 'Look thou never come here more!'
+
+  33.
+  When he had him forth of the New Castle,
+    'Away with me, John, thou shalt ride.'
+  But ever alas! it could not be,
+    For John could neither sit nor stride.
+
+  34.
+  But then he had sheets two or three,
+    And bound John's bolts fast to his feet,
+  And set him on a well good steed,
+    Himself on another by him set.
+
+  35.
+  Then Hobby Noble smiled and lough,
+    And spoke these words in mickle pride;
+  'Thou sits so finely on thy gelding
+    That, John, thou rides like a bride.'
+
+  36.
+  And when they came thorough Howbrame town,
+    John's horse there stumbled at a stone;
+  'Out and alas!' cried Much, the Miller,
+    'John, thou'll make us all be ta'en.'
+
+  37.
+  'But fie upon thee!' says Hobby Noble,
+    'Much, the Miller, fie on thee!
+  I know full well,' says Hobby Noble,
+    'Man that thou wilt never be.'
+
+  38.
+  And when they came into Howbrame wood,
+    He had Flanders files two or three
+  To file John's bolts beside his feet,
+    That he might ride more easily.
+
+  39.
+  Says 'John, now leap over a steed!'
+    And John then he lope over five.
+  'I know well,' says Hobby Noble,
+    'John, thy fellow is not alive.'
+
+  40.
+  Then he brought him home to Mangerton;
+    The lord then he was at his meat;
+  But when John o' the Side he there did see,
+    For fain he could no more eat.
+
+  41.
+  He says 'Blest be thou, Hobby Noble,
+    That ever thou wast man born!
+  Thou hast fetched us home good John o' the Side,
+    That was now clean from us gone.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  8.4: 'badgers,' corn-dealers or pedlars.
+  9.2: 'barefoot,' unshod.
+  11.4: 'gate,' way.
+  12.2: 'see,' protect.
+  13.4: 'tree,' wood. The Folio gives '3'; Percy suggested the
+    emendation.
+  23.3: 'him' = man, which is suggested by Furnivall.
+  28.4: 'tent,' guard.
+  35.1: 'lough,' laughed.
+  39.2: 'lope,' leapt.]
+
+
+
+
+JAMIE DOUGLAS
+  AND
+WALY, WALY, GIN LOVE BE BONNY
+
+
++The Text+ of the ballad is here given from Kinloch's MSS., where it is
+in the handwriting of John Hill Burton when a youth. The text of the
+song _Waly, waly_, I take from Ramsay's _Tea-Table Miscellany_. The song
+and the ballad have become inextricably confused, and the many variants
+of the former contain a greater or a smaller proportion of verses
+apparently taken from the latter.
+
+
++The Story+ of the ballad as here told is nevertheless quite simple and
+straightforward. It is spoken in the first person by the daughter of the
+Earl of Mar. (She also says she is sister to the Duke of York, 7.4,
+a person often introduced into ballads.) Blacklaywood, the lady
+complains, has spoken calumniously of her to her lord, and she leaves
+him, saying farewell to her children, and taking her youngest son with
+her.
+
+The ballad is historical in so far as that Lady Barbara Erskine,
+daughter of the Earl of Mar, was married in 1670 to James, second
+Marquis of Douglas, and was formally separated from him in 1681.
+Further, tradition puts the blame of the separation on William Lawrie,
+factor to the Marquis, often styled the laird of Blackwood
+('Blacklaywood,' 2.3), from his wife's family estate.
+
+The non-historical points in the ballad are minor ones. The couple had
+only one child; and the lady's father could not have come to fetch her
+away (9.2), as the Earl of Mar died in 1668, before his daughter's
+wedding.
+
+I have printed the song _Waly, waly_ not because it can be considered a
+ballad, but simply because it is so closely interwoven with _Jamie
+Douglas_. Stanza 6 is reminiscent of the beautiful English quatrain
+beginning:
+
+  'Westron wind, when will thou blow.'
+
+See Chappell's _Popular Music of the Olden Time_, i. 57.
+
+
+JAMIE DOUGLAS
+
+  1.
+  Waly, waly up the bank,
+    And waly, waly down the brae!
+  And waly, waly to yon burn-side,
+    Where me and my love wunt to gae!
+
+  2.
+  As I lay sick, and very sick,
+    And sick was I, and like to die,
+  And Blacklaywood put in my love's ears
+    That he staid in bower too lang wi' me.
+
+  3.
+  As I lay sick, and very sick,
+    And sick was I, and like to die,
+  And walking into my garden green,
+    I heard my good lord lichtlie me.
+
+  4.
+  Now woe betide ye, Blacklaywood!
+    I'm sure an ill death you must die;
+  Ye'll part me and my ain good lord,
+    And his face again I'll never see.
+
+  5.
+  'Come down stairs now, Jamie Douglas,
+    Come down stairs and drink wine wi' me;
+  I'll set thee into a chair of gold,
+    And not one farthing shall it cost thee.'
+
+  6.
+  'When cockle-shells turn silver bells,
+    And muscles grow on every tree,
+  When frost and snow turn fiery baas,
+    I'll come down the stair and drink wine wi' thee.'
+
+  7.
+  'What's needs me value you, Jamie Douglas,
+    More than you do value me?
+  The Earl of Mar is my father,
+    The Duke of York is my brother gay.
+
+  8.
+  'But when my father gets word o' this,
+    I trow a sorry man he'll be;
+  He'll send four score o' his soldiers brave,
+    To tak me hame to mine ain countrie.'
+
+  9.
+  As I lay owre my castell-wa',
+    I beheld my father comin' for me,
+  Wi' trumpets sounding on every side;
+    But they werena music at a' for me.
+
+  10.
+  'And fare ye weel now, Jamie Douglas!
+    And fare ye weel, my children three!
+  And fare ye weel, my own good lord!
+    For my face again ye shall never see.
+
+  11.
+  'And fare ye weel now, Jamie Douglas!
+    And fare ye weel, my children three!
+  And fare ye weel now, Jamie Douglas,
+    But my youngest son shall gae wi' me.'
+
+  12.
+  'What ails ye at your youngest son,
+    Sits smilin' at the nurse's knee?
+  I'm sure he never knew any harm,
+    Except it was from his nurse or thee.'
+
+  13.
+    ...   ...   ...
+    ...   ...   ...
+  And when I was into my coaches set,
+    He made his trumpets a' to soun.'
+
+  14.
+  I've heard it said, and it's oft times seen,
+    The hawk that flies far frae her nest;
+  And a' the world shall plainly see
+    It's Jamie Douglas that I love best.
+
+  15.
+  I've heard it said, and it's oft times seen,
+    The hawk that flies from tree to tree;
+  And a' the world shall plainly see
+    It's for Jamie Douglas I maun die.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.1: 'Waly' = alas!
+  1.4: 'wunt' = were wont.
+  3.4: 'lichtlie,' make light of.
+  6.3: 'baas,' balls.]
+
+
+WALY, WALY, GIN LOVE BE BONNY
+
+  1.
+  O waly, waly up the bank!
+    And waly, waly, down the brae!
+  And waly, waly yon burn-side,
+    Where I and my love wont to gae!
+
+  2.
+  I lean'd my back unto an aik,
+    I thought it was a trusty tree;
+  But first it bow'd, and syne it brak,
+    Sae my true-love did lightly me.
+
+  3.
+  O waly, waly! but love be bonny
+    A little time, while it is new;
+  But when it is auld, it waxeth cauld,
+    And fades away like morning dew.
+
+  4.
+  O wherefore shoud I busk my head?
+    Or wherefore shoud I kame my hair?
+  For my true-love has me forsook,
+    And says he'll never love me mair.
+
+  5.
+  Now Arthur-Seat shall be my bed,
+    The sheets shall ne'er be fyl'd by me;
+  Saint Anton's well shall be my drink,
+    Since my true-love has forsaken me.
+
+  6.
+  Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw,
+    And shake the green leaves off the tree?
+  O gentle death, when wilt thou come?
+    For of my life I am weary.
+
+  7.
+  'Tis not the frost that freezes fell,
+    Nor blawing snaw's inclemency;
+  'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry,
+    But my love's heart grown cauld to me.
+
+  8.
+  When we came in by Glasgow town,
+    We were a comely sight to see;
+  My love was cled in the black velvet,
+    And I mysell in cramasie.
+
+  9.
+  But had I wist, before I kiss'd,
+    That love had been sae ill to win,
+  I'd lock'd my heart in a case of gold,
+    And pin'd it with a silver pin.
+
+  10.
+  Oh, oh, if my young babe were born,
+    And set upon the nurse's knee,
+  And I mysell were dead and gane!
+    For a maid again I'll never be.
+
+
+
+
+THE HEIR OF LINNE
+
+
++The Text+ is taken from the Percy Folio, but I have modernised the
+spelling. For the _Reliques_ Percy made a ballad out of the Folio
+version combined with 'a modern ballad on a similar subject,'
+a broadside entitled _The Drunkard's Legacy_, thus producing a very good
+result which is about thrice the length of the Folio version.
+
+The Scottish variant was noted by Motherwell and Buchan, but previous
+editors--Herd, Ritson, Chambers, Aytoun--had used Percy's composition.
+
+
++The Story.+--There are several Oriental stories which resemble the
+ballad as compounded by Percy from _The Drunkard's Legacy_. In most of
+these--Tartar, Turkish, Arabic, Persian, etc.--the climax of the story
+lies in the fact that the hero in attempting to hang himself by a rope
+fastened to the ceiling pulls down a hidden treasure. There is, of
+course, no such episode in _The Heir of Linne_, but all the stories have
+similar circumstances, and the majority present the moral aspect of
+unthriftiness, and of friends deserting a man who loses his wealth.
+
+'Linne,' of course, is the place which is so often mentioned in ballads.
+See note, First Series, p. 1.
+
+
+THE HEIR OF LINNE
+
+  1.
+  Of all the lords in fair Scotland
+    A song I will begin;
+  Amongst them all there dwelled a lord,
+    Which was the unthrifty lord of Linne.
+
+  2.
+  His father and mother were dead him fro,
+    And so was the head of all his kin;
+  To the cards and dice that he did run
+    He did neither cease nor blin.
+
+  3.
+  To drink the wine that was so clear,
+    With every man he would make merry;
+  And then bespake him John of the Scales,
+    Unto the heir of Linne said he;
+
+  4.
+  Says 'How dost thou, lord of Linne?
+    Dost either want gold or fee?
+  Wilt thou not sell thy lands so broad
+    To such a good fellow as me?
+
+  5.
+  'For ... I ... ,' he said,
+    'My land, take it unto thee.'
+  'I draw you to record, my lordes all.'
+    With that he cast him a God's penny.
+
+  6.
+  He told him the gold upon the board,
+    It wanted never a bare penny.
+  'That gold is thine, the land is mine;
+    The heir of Linne I will be.'
+
+  7.
+  'Here's gold enough,' saith the heir of Linne,
+    'Both for me and my company.'
+  He drunk the wine that was so clear,
+    And with every man he made merry.
+
+  8.
+  Within three-quarters of a year
+    His gold and fee it waxed thin,
+  His merry men were from him gone,
+    And left him himself all alone.
+
+  9.
+  He had never a penny left in his purse,
+    Never a penny left but three,
+  And one was brass, and another was lead,
+    And another was white money.
+
+  10.
+  'Now welladay!' said the heir of Linne,
+    'Now welladay, and woe is me!
+  For when I was the lord of Linne,
+    I neither wanted gold nor fee.
+
+  11.
+  'For I have sold my lands so broad,
+    And have not left me one penny;
+  I must go now and take some read
+    Unto Edinburgh, and beg my bread.'
+
+  12.
+  He had not been in Edinburgh
+    Not three-quarters of a year,
+  But some did give him, and some said nay,
+    And some bid 'To the deil gang ye!
+
+  13.
+  'For if we should hang any landless fere,
+    The first we would begin with thee.'
+  'Now welladay!' said the heir of Linne,
+    'Now welladay, and woe is me!
+
+  14.
+  'For now I have sold my lands so broad,
+    That merry man is irk with me;
+  But when that I was the lord of Linne,
+    Then on my land I lived merrily.
+
+  15.
+  'And now I have sold my land so broad,
+    That I have not left me one penny!
+  God be with my father!' he said,
+    'On his land he lived merrily.'
+
+  16.
+  Still in a study there as he stood,
+    He unbethought him of a bill--
+  He unbethought him of a bill
+    Which his father had left with him.
+
+  17.
+  Bade him he should never on it look
+    Till he was in extreme need;
+  'And by my faith,' said the heir of Linne,
+    'Than now I had never more need.'
+
+  18.
+  He took the bill, and looked it on,
+    Good comfort that he found there;
+  It told him of a castle wall
+    Where there stood three chests in fere.
+
+  19.
+  Two were full of the beaten gold,
+    The third was full of white money.
+  He turned then down his bags of bread,
+    And filled them full of gold so red.
+
+  20.
+  Then he did never cease nor blin,
+    Till John of the Scales' house he did win.
+  When that he came to John of the Scales,
+    Up at the speer he looked then.
+
+  21.
+  There sat three lords upon a row,
+    And John o' the Scales sat at the board's head,
+  And John o' the Scales sat at the board's head,
+    Because he was the lord of Linne.
+
+  22.
+  And then bespake the heir of Linne,
+    To John o' the Scales' wife thus said he;
+  Said, 'Dame, wilt thou not trust me one shot
+    That I may sit down in this company?'
+
+  23.
+  'Now Christ's curse on my head,' she said,
+    'If I do trust thee one penny!'
+  Then bespake a good fellow,
+    Which sat by John o' the Scales his knee;
+
+  24.
+  Said, 'Have thou here, thou heir of Linne,
+    Forty pence I will lend thee;
+  Some time a good fellow thou hast been;
+    And other forty if need be.'
+
+  25.
+  They drunken wine that was so clear,
+    And every man they made merry;
+  And then bespake him John o' the Scales,
+    Unto the lord of Linne said he;
+
+  26.
+  Said, 'How dost thou, heir of Linne,
+    Since I did buy thy lands of thee?
+  I will sell it to thee twenty pound better cheap
+    Nor ever I did buy it of thee.'
+
+  27.
+  'I draw you to record, lordes all;'
+    With that he cast him a God's penny;
+  Then he took to his bags of bread,
+    And they were full of the gold so red.
+
+  28.
+  He told him the gold then over the board,
+    It wanted never a broad penny.
+  'That gold is thine, the land is mine,
+    And heir of Linne again I will be.'
+
+  29.
+  'Now welladay!' said John o' the Scales' wife,
+    'Welladay, and woe is me!
+  Yesterday I was the lady of Linne,
+    And now I am but John o' the Scales' wife!'
+
+  30.
+  Says 'Have thou here, thou good fellow,
+    Forty pence thou did lend me,
+  Forty pence thou did lend me,
+    And forty pound I will give thee.
+
+  31.
+  'I'll make thee keeper of my forest,
+    Both of the wild deer and the tame,'
+    ...   ...   ...
+    ...   ...   ...
+
+  32.
+  But then bespake the heir of Linne,
+    These were the words, and thus said he,
+  'Christ's curse light upon my crown,
+    If e'er my land stand in any jeopardy!'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  2.3,4: Interchanged in manuscript.
+  2.4: 'blin,' stop.
+  5.1: Deficient in manuscript.
+  5.4: 'God's penny,' an earnest-penny, to clinch a bargain.
+  11.3: 'read,' advice.
+  13.1: 'fere,' companion.
+  14.2: 'irk with,' weary of.
+  16.2: 'unbethought him,' bethought himself. See _Old Robin of
+    Portingale_, 5.3 (First Series, p. 14).
+  18.4:'in fere,' together.
+  19.4: ? 'gold and fee.' Cp. 27.4
+  20.4: Ritson said 'speer' was a hole in the wall of a house, through
+    which the family received and answered the inquiries of strangers.
+    This is apparently a mere conjecture.
+  22.3: 'shot,' reckoning. Cp. 'pay the shot.'
+  27.4: See 19.4 and note.]
+
+
+
+
+EARL BOTHWELL
+
+
++The Text+ is from the Percy Folio, the spelling being modernised. Percy
+printed it (with alterations) in the _Reliques_.
+
+
++The Story+ of the ballad represents that Darnley was murdered by way of
+revenge for his participation in the murder of Riccio; that Mary sent
+for Darnley to come to Scotland, and that she was finally banished by
+the Regent. All of these statements, and several minor ones, contain as
+much truth as may be expected in a ballad of this kind.
+
+Mary escaped from Lochleven Castle on May 2, 1568, and found refuge in
+England on the 16th. The ballad was doubtless written shortly
+afterwards. On March 24, 1579, a 'ballad concerninge the murder of the
+late Kinge of Scottes' was licensed to Thomas Gosson, a well-known
+printer of broadsides.
+
+
+EARL BOTHWELL
+
+  1.
+  Woe worth thee, woe worth thee, false Scotland!
+    For thou hast ever wrought by a sleight;
+  For the worthiest prince that ever was born
+    You hanged under a cloud by night.
+
+  2.
+  The Queen of France a letter wrote,
+    And sealed it with heart and ring,
+  And bade him come Scotland within,
+    And she would marry him and crown him king.
+
+  3.
+  To be a king, it is a pleasant thing,
+    To be a prince unto a peer;
+  But you have heard, and so have I too,
+    A man may well buy gold too dear.
+
+  4.
+  There was an Italian in that place
+    Was as well beloved as ever was he;
+  Lord David was his name,
+    Chamberlain unto the queen was he.
+
+  5.
+  For if the king had risen forth of his place,
+    He would have sit him down in the chair,
+  And tho' it beseemed him not so well,
+    Altho' the king had been present there.
+
+  6.
+  Some lords in Scotland waxed wonderous worth,
+    And quarrell'd with him for the nonce;
+  I shall you tell how it befell;
+    Twelve daggers were in him all at once.
+
+  7.
+  When this queen see the chamberlain was slain,
+    For him her cheeks she did weet,
+  And made a vow for a twelvemonth and a day
+    The king and she would not come in one sheet.
+
+  8.
+  Then some of the lords of Scotland waxed wroth,
+    And made their vow vehemently;
+  'For death of the queen's chamberlain
+    The king himself he shall die.'
+
+  9.
+  They strowed his chamber over with gun powder,
+    And laid green rushes in his way;
+  For the traitors thought that night
+    The worthy king for to betray.
+
+  10.
+  To bed the worthy king made him boun;
+    To take his rest, that was his desire;
+  He was no sooner cast on sleep
+    But his chamber was on a blazing fire.
+
+  11.
+  Up he lope, and a glass window broke,
+    He had thirty foot for to fall;
+  Lord Bodwell kept a privy watch
+    Underneath his castle wall.
+  'Who have we here?' said Lord Bodwell;
+    'Answer me, now I do call.'
+
+  12.
+  'King Henry the Eighth my uncle was;
+    Some pity show for his sweet sake!
+  Ah, Lord Bodwell, I know thee well;
+    Some pity on me I pray thee take!'
+
+  13.
+  'I'll pity thee as much,' he said,
+    'And as much favour I'll show to thee,
+  As thou had on the queen's chamberlain
+    That day thou deemedst him to die.'
+
+  14.
+  Through halls and towers this king they led,
+    Through castles and towers that were high,
+  Through an arbour into an orchard,
+    And there hanged him in a pear tree.
+
+  15.
+  When the governor of Scotland he heard tell
+    That the worthy king he was slain,
+  He hath banished the queen so bitterly
+    That in Scotland she dare not remain.
+
+  16.
+  But she is fled into merry England,
+    And Scotland too aside hath lain,
+  And through the Queen of England's good grace
+    Now in England she doth remain.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.2: 'sleight,' trick.
+  3.3,4: A popular proverb; see _The Lord of Learne_, 39.3,4 (Second
+    Series, p. 190).
+  10.1: 'made him boun,' prepared himself.]
+
+
+
+
+DURHAM FIELD
+
+
++The Text+ is another of the lively battle-pieces from the Percy Folio,
+put into modern spelling, and no other version is known or needed. The
+battle of Durham, which the minstrel says (27.1, 64.2) was fought on a
+morning of May, and (64.3,4) within a month of Crecy and Poictiers,[1]
+actually took place on October 17, 1346. Stanza 18 makes the king say to
+Lord Hamilton that they are of 'kin full nigh'; and this provides an
+upper limit for the date of the ballad, as James Hamilton was married to
+Princess Mary, sister of James III., in 1474.
+
+    [Footnote 1: Crecy was fought on August 26, 1346; Poictiers on
+    September 19, 1356.]
+
+
++The Story.+--We have as authorities for the history of the battle both
+Scottish and English chronicles, but the ballad, as might be expected,
+follows neither very closely. Indeed it is not easy to reconcile the
+Scottish account with the English. David Bruce, the young king of
+Scotland, seized the opportunity afforded by Edward III.'s absence in
+France at the siege of Calais to invade England with a large army. They
+were met at Durham by an English force in three divisions, led
+(according to the English chronicle) by (i) the Earl of Angus, Henry
+Percy, Ralph Neville, and Henry Scrope, (ii) the Archbishop of York, and
+(iii) Mowbray, Rokeby, and John of Copland. The Scots were also in three
+divisions, which were led (says the Scottish version) by King David, the
+Earl of Murray and William Douglas, and the Steward of Scotland and the
+Earl of March respectively. The English chronicle puts John of Douglas
+with the Earl of Murray, and the Earl of Buchan with King David.
+
+The ballad, therefore, that calls Angus 'Anguish' (11.1) and puts him on
+the side of the Scots, as well as Neville (17.1), and apparently
+confuses the two Douglases (14 and 21), is not more at variance with
+history than is to be expected, and in the present case is but little
+more vague than the historical records themselves.
+
+'Vaughan' (13.1) may be Baughan or Buchan, though it is doubtful whether
+there was an Earl of Buchan in 1346. 'Fluwilliams' (41.3) is perhaps a
+form of Llewellyn (Shakespeare spells it Fluellen), but this does not
+help to identify that lord.
+
+
+DURHAM FIELD
+
+  1.
+  Lordings, listen and hold you still;
+    Hearken to me a little [spell];
+  I shall you tell of the fairest battle
+    That ever in England befell.
+
+  2.
+  For as it befell in Edward the Third's days,
+    In England, where he ware the crown,
+  Then all the chief chivalry of England
+    They busked and made them boun.
+
+  3.
+  They chosen all the best archers
+    That in England might be found,
+  And all was to fight with the King of France,
+    Within a little stound.
+
+  4.
+  And when our king was over the water,
+    And on the salt sea gone,
+  Then tidings into Scotland came
+    That all England was gone.
+
+  5.
+  Bows and arrows they were all forth,
+    At home was not left a man
+  But shepherds and millers both,
+    And priests with shaven crowns.
+
+  6.
+  Then the King of Scots in a study stood,
+    As he was a man of great might;
+  He sware he would hold his Parliament in leeve London,
+    If he could ride there right.
+
+  7.
+  Then bespake a squire, of Scotland born,
+    And said, 'My liege, apace,
+  Before you come to leeve London,
+    Full sore you'll rue that race.
+
+  8.
+  'There been bold yeomen in merry England,
+    Husbandmen stiff and strong;
+  Sharp swords they done wear,
+    Bearen bows and arrows long.'
+
+  9.
+  The King was angry at that word;
+    A long sword out he drew,
+  And there before his royal company
+    His own squire he slew.
+
+  10.
+  Hard hansel had the Scots that day,
+    That wrought them woe enough,
+  For then durst not a Scot speak a word
+    For hanging at a bough.
+
+  11.
+  'The Earl of Anguish, where art thou?
+    In my coat-armour thou shalt be,
+  And thou shalt lead the forward
+    Thorough the English country.
+
+  12.
+  'Take thee York,' then said the King,
+    'In stead whereas it doth stand;
+  I'll make thy eldest son after thee
+    Heir of all Northumberland.
+
+  13.
+  'The Earl of Vaughan, where be ye?
+    In my coat-armour thou shalt be;
+  The high Peak and Derbyshire
+    I give it thee to thy fee.'
+
+  14.
+  Then came in famous Douglas,
+    Says 'What shall my meed be?
+  And I'll lead the vanward, lord,
+    Thorough the English country.'
+
+  15.
+  'Take thee Worcester,' said the King,
+    'Tewkesbury, Kenilworth, Burton upon Trent;
+  Do thou not say another day
+    But I have given thee lands and rent.
+
+  16.
+  'Sir Richard of Edinburgh, where are ye?
+    A wise man in this war!
+  I'll give thee Bristow and the shire
+    The time that we come there.
+
+  17.
+  'My lord Nevill, where been ye?
+    You must in these wars be;
+  I'll give thee Shrewsbury,' says the King,
+    'And Coventry fair and free.
+
+  18.
+  'My lord of Hamilton, where art thou?
+    Thou art of my kin full nigh;
+  I'll give thee Lincoln and Lincolnshire,
+    And that's enough for thee.'
+
+  19.
+  By then came in William Douglas,
+    As breme as any boar;
+  He kneeled him down upon his knees,
+    In his heart he sighed sore.
+
+  20.
+  Says 'I have served you, my lovely liege,
+    These thirty winters and four,
+  And in the Marches between England and Scotland,
+    I have been wounded and beaten sore.
+
+  21.
+  'For all the good service that I have done,
+    What shall my meed be?
+  And I will lead the vanward
+    Thorough the English country.'
+
+  22.
+  'Ask on, Douglas,' said the King,
+    'And granted it shall be.'
+  'Why then, I ask little London,' says Will Douglas,
+    'Gotten if that it be.'
+
+  23.
+  The King was wrath, and rose away;
+    Says 'Nay, that cannot be!
+  For that I will keep for my chief chamber,
+    Gotten if it be.
+
+  24.
+  'But take thee North Wales and Westchester,
+    The country all round about,
+  And rewarded thou shalt be,
+    Of that take thou no doubt.'
+
+  25.
+  Five score knights he made on a day,
+    And dubb'd them with his hands;
+  Rewarded them right worthily
+    With the towns in merry England.
+
+  26.
+  And when the fresh knights they were made,
+    To battle they busk them boun;
+  James Douglas went before,
+    And he thought to have won him shoon.
+
+  27.
+  But they were met in a morning of May
+    With the communalty of little England;
+  But there scaped never a man away,
+    Through the might of Christes hand.
+
+  28.
+  But all only James Douglas;
+    In Durham in the field
+  An arrow struck him in the thigh;
+    Fast flings he towards the King.
+
+  29.
+  The King looked toward little Durham,
+    Says 'All things is not well!
+  For James Douglas bears an arrow in his thigh,
+    The head of it is of steel.
+
+  30.
+  'How now, James?' then said the King,
+    'How now, how may this be?
+  And where been all thy merry men
+    That thou took hence with thee?'
+
+  31.
+  'But cease, my King,' says James Douglas,
+    'Alive is not left a man!'
+  'Now by my faith,' says the King of the Scots,
+    'That gate was evil gone.
+
+  32.
+  'But I'll revenge thy quarrel well,
+    And of that thou may be fain;
+  For one Scot will beat five Englishmen,
+    If they meeten them on the plain,'
+
+  33.
+  'Now hold your tongue,' says James Douglas,
+    'For in faith that is not so;
+  For one Englishman is worth five Scots,
+    When they meeten together tho.
+
+  34.
+  'For they are as eager men to fight
+    As a falcon upon a prey;
+  Alas! if ever they win the vanward,
+    There scapes no man away.'
+
+  35.
+  'O peace thy talking,' said the King,
+    'They be but English knaves,
+  But shepherds and millers both,
+    And priests with their staves.'
+
+  36.
+  The King sent forth one of his heralds of armes
+    To view the Englishmen.
+  'Be of good cheer,' the herald said,
+    'For against one we be ten.'
+
+  37.
+  'Who leads those lads,' said the King of Scots,
+    'Thou herald, tell thou me.'
+  The herald said 'The Bishop of Durham
+    Is captain of that company.
+
+  38.
+  'For the Bishop hath spread the King's banner,
+    And to battle he busks him boun.'
+  'I swear by St. Andrew's bones,' says the King,
+    'I'll rap that priest on the crown.'
+
+  39.
+  The King looked towards little Durham,
+    And that he well beheld,
+  That the Earl Percy was well armed,
+    With his battle-axe entered the field.
+
+  40.
+  The King looked again towards little Durham,
+    Four ancients there see he;
+  There were two standards, six in a valley,
+    He could not see them with his eye.
+
+  41.
+  My lord of York was one of them,
+    My lord of Carlisle was the other,
+  And my lord Fluwilliams,
+    The one came with the other.
+
+  42.
+  The Bishop of Durham commanded his men,
+    And shortly he them bade,
+  That never a man should go to the field to fight
+    Till he had served his God.
+
+  43.
+  Five hundred priests said mass that day
+    In Durham in the field,
+  And afterwards, as I heard say,
+    They bare both spear and shield.
+
+  44.
+  The Bishop of Durham orders himself to fight
+    With his battle-axe in his hand;
+  He said 'This day now I will fight
+    As long as I can stand!'
+
+  45.
+  'And so will I,' said my lord of Carlisle,
+    'In this fair morning gay.'
+  'And so will I,' said my lord Fluwilliams,
+    'For Mary, that mild may.'
+
+  46.
+  Our English archers bent their bows
+    Shortly and anon;
+  They shot over the Scottish host
+    And scantly touched a man.
+
+  47.
+  'Hold down your hands,' said the Bishop of Durham,
+    'My archers good and true.'
+  The second shoot that they shot,
+    Full sore the Scots it rue.
+
+  48.
+  The Bishop of Durham spoke on high
+    That both parties might hear,
+  'Be of good cheer, my merrymen all,
+    The Scots flien and changen their cheer.'
+
+  49.
+  But as they saiden, so they diden,
+    They fell on heapes high;
+  Our Englishmen laid on with their bows
+    As fast as they might dree.
+
+  50.
+  The King of Scots in a study stood
+    Amongst his company;
+  An arrow struck him thorough the nose,
+    And thorough his armoury.
+
+  51.
+  The King went to a marsh-side
+    And light beside his steed;
+  He leaned him down on his sword-hilts
+    To let his nose bleed.
+
+  52.
+  There followed him a yeoman of merry England,
+    His name was John of Copland;
+  'Yield thee, traitor!' says Copland then,
+    'Thy life lies in my hand.'
+
+  53.
+  'How should I yield me,' says the King,
+    'And thou art no gentleman?'
+  'No, by my troth,' says Copland there,
+    'I am but a poor yeoman.
+
+  54.
+  'What art thou better than I, sir King?
+    Tell me, if that thou can!
+  What art thou better than I, sir King,
+    Now we be but man to man?'
+
+  55.
+  The King smote angrily at Copland then,
+    Angrily in that stound;
+  And then Copland was a bold yeoman,
+    And bore the King to the ground.
+
+  56.
+  He set the King upon a palfrey,
+    Himself upon a steed;
+  He took him by the bridle-rein,
+    Towards London he gan him lead.
+
+  57.
+  And when to London that he came,
+    The King from France was new come home,
+  And there unto the King of Scots
+    He said these words anon.
+
+  58.
+  'How like you my shepherds and my millers?
+    My priests with shaven crowns?'
+  'By my faith, they are the sorest fighting men
+    That ever I met on the ground.
+
+  59.
+  'There was never a yeoman in merry England
+    But he was worth a Scottish knight.'
+  'Ay, by my troth,' said King Edward, and laugh,
+    'For you fought all against the right.'
+
+  60.
+  But now the prince of merry England
+    Worthily under his shield
+  Hath taken the King of France,
+    At Poictiers in the field.
+
+  61.
+  The prince did present his father with that food,
+    The lovely King of France,
+  And forward of his journey he is gone.
+    God send us all good chance!
+
+  62.
+  'You are welcome, brother!' said the King of Scots to the King of
+France,
+    'For I am come hither too soon;
+  Christ leve that I had taken my way
+    Unto the court of Rome!'
+
+  63.
+  'And so would I,' said the King of France,
+    'When I came over the stream,
+  That I had taken my journey
+    Unto Jerusalem!'
+
+  64.
+  Thus ends the battle of fair Durham,
+    In one morning of May,
+  The battle of Crecy, and the battle of Poictiers,
+    All within one monthes day.
+
+  65.
+  Then was wealth and welfare in merry England,
+    Solaces, game, and glee,
+  And every man loved other well,
+    And the king loved good yeomanry.
+
+  66.
+  But God that made the grass to grow,
+    And leaves on greenwood tree,
+  Now save and keep our noble King,
+    And maintain good yeomanry!
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.2: '[spell]' suggested by Child.
+  6.3: 'leeve,' pleasant, dear; formerly a regular epithet of London.
+  10.1: 'Hard hansel,' bad omen.
+  12.2: 'stead,' place.
+  14.1: 'famous' may be a scribe's error for 'James.'
+  14.3: 'vanward,' vanguard.
+  15.2: The manuscript gives 'Tuxburye, Killingworth.'
+  19.2: 'breme,' fierce.
+  26.2: 'they busk them boun,' they make themselves ready.
+  31.4: 'gate,' way.
+  33.4: 'tho,' then.
+  40.2: 'ancients,' ensigns.
+  44.1: 'orders,' prepares.
+  45.4: 'may,' = maid; the Virgin.
+  46.4: 'scantly,' scarcely.
+  48.4: 'cheer,' face, appearance.
+  49.4: 'dree,' hold out.
+  53.2: 'And,' if.
+  61.1: 'food,' man.
+  62.1: The last five words are perhaps inserted by the scribe.
+  62.3: 'leve,' grant.]
+
+
+
+
+THE BATTLE OF HARLAW
+
+
++The Text+ of this ballad was sent to Professor Child by Mr. C. E.
+Dalrymple of Kinaldie, Aberdeenshire, from whose version the printed
+variants (_Notes and Queries_, Third Series, vii. 393, and Aytoun's
+_Ballads of Scotland_, i. 75) have been more or less directly derived.
+
+The ballad is one of those mentioned in _The Complaynt of Scotland_
+(1549), like the 'Hunttis of Chevet' (see p. 2 of this volume). It is
+again mentioned as being in print in 1668; but the latter may possibly
+refer to a poem on the battle, afterwards printed in Allan Ramsay's
+_Evergreen_. The fact that the present ballad omits all reference to the
+Earl of Mar, and deals with the Forbes brothers, who are not otherwise
+known to have taken part in the battle, disposes Professor Child to
+believe that it is a comparatively recent ballad.
+
+
++The Story.+--The battle of Harlaw was fought on July 24, 1411. Harlaw
+is eighteen miles north-west of Aberdeen, Dunidier a hill on the
+Aberdeen road, and Netherha' is close at hand. Balquhain (2.2) is a mile
+south of Harlaw, while Drumminnor (15.3) is more than twenty miles
+away--though the horse covered the distance there and back in 'twa hours
+an' a quarter' (16.3).
+
+The ballad is narrated by 'John Hielan'man' to Sir James the Rose
+(derived from the ballad of that name given earlier in the present
+volume) and Sir John the Gryme (Graeme). 'Macdonell' is Donald of the
+Isles, who, as claimant to the Earldom of Ross, advanced on Aberdeen,
+and was met at Harlaw by the Earl of Mar and Alexander Ogilvy, sheriff
+of Angus. It was a stubborn fight, though it did not last from Monday to
+Saturday (23), and Donald lost nine hundred men and the other party five
+hundred.
+
+Child finds a difficulty with the use of the word 'she' in 4.3, despite
+'me' in the two previous lines. Had it been 'her,' the difficulty would
+not have arisen.
+
+
+THE BATTLE OF HARLAW
+
+  1.
+  As I cam in by Dunidier,
+    An' doun by Netherha',
+  There was fifty thousand Hielan'men
+    A-marching to Harlaw.
+      _Wi' a dree dree dradie drumtie dree_
+
+  2.
+  As I cam on, an' farther on,
+    An' doun an' by Balquhain,
+  Oh there I met Sir James the Rose,
+    Wi' him Sir John the Gryme.
+
+  3.
+  'O cam ye frae the Hielan's, man?
+    An' cam ye a' the wey?
+  Saw ye Macdonell an' his men,
+    As they cam frae the Skee?'
+
+  4.
+  'Yes, me cam frae ta Hielan's, man,
+    An' me cam a' ta wey,
+  An' she saw Macdonell an' his men,
+    As they cam frae ta Skee.'
+
+  5.
+  'Oh was ye near Macdonell's men?
+    Did ye their numbers see?
+  Come, tell to me, John Hielan'man,
+    What micht their numbers be?'
+
+  6.
+  'Yes, me was near, an' near eneuch,
+    An' me their numbers saw;
+  There was fifty thousan' Hielan'men
+    A-marchin' to Harlaw.'
+
+  7.
+  'Gin that be true,' says James the Rose,
+    'We'll no come meikle speed;
+  We'll cry upo' our merry men,
+    And lichtly mount our steed.'
+
+  8.
+  'Oh no, oh no,' says John the Gryme,
+    'That thing maun never be;
+  The gallant Grymes were never bate,
+    We'll try phat we can dee.'
+
+  9.
+  As I cam on, an' farther on,
+    An' doun an' by Harlaw,
+  They fell fu' close on ilka side;
+    Sic fun ye never saw.
+
+  10.
+  They fell fu' close on ilka side,
+    Sic fun ye never saw;
+  For Hielan' swords gied clash for clash
+    At the battle o' Harlaw.
+
+  11.
+  The Hielan'men, wi' their lang swords,
+    They laid on us fu' sair,
+  An' they drave back our merry men
+    Three acres breadth an' mair.
+
+  12.
+  Brave Forbes to his brither did say,
+    'Noo, brither, dinna ye see?
+  They beat us back on ilka side,
+    An' we'se be forced to flee.'
+
+  13.
+  'Oh no, oh no, my brither dear,
+    That thing maun never be;
+  Tak' ye your good sword in your hand,
+    An' come your wa's wi' me.'
+
+  14.
+  'Oh no, oh no, my brither dear,
+    The clans they are ower strang,
+  An' they drive back our merry men,
+    Wi' swords baith sharp an' lang.'
+
+  15.
+  Brave Forbes drew his men aside,
+    Said 'Tak' your rest awhile,
+  Until I to Drumminnor send,
+    To fess my coat o' mail.'
+
+  16.
+  The servant he did ride,
+    An' his horse it did na fail,
+  For in twa hours an' a quarter
+    He brocht the coat o' mail.
+
+  17.
+  Then back to back the brithers twa
+    Gaed in amo' the thrang,
+  An' they hewed doun the Hielan'men,
+    Wi' swords baith sharp an' lang.
+
+  18.
+  Macdonell he was young an' stout,
+    Had on his coat o' mail,
+  An' he has gane oot throw them a',
+    To try his han' himsell.
+
+  19.
+  The first ae straik that Forbes strack,
+    He garrt Macdonell reel,
+  An' the neist ae straik that Forbes strack,
+    The great Macdonell fell.
+
+  20.
+  An' siccan a lierachie
+    I'm sure ye never saw
+  As wis amo' the Hielan'men,
+    When they saw Macdonell fa'.
+
+  21.
+  An' whan they saw that he was deid,
+    They turn'd an' ran awa,
+  An' they buried him in Leggett's Den,
+    A large mile frae Harlaw.
+
+  22.
+  They rade, they ran, an' some did gang,
+    They were o' sma' record;
+  But Forbes an' his merry men,
+    They slew them a' the road.
+
+  23.
+  On Monanday, at mornin',
+    The battle it began,
+  On Saturday, at gloamin',
+    Ye'd scarce kent wha had wan.
+
+  24.
+  An' sic a weary buryin'
+    I'm sure ye never saw
+  As wis the Sunday after that,
+    On the muirs aneath Harlaw.
+
+  25.
+  Gin ony body speer at you
+    For them ye took awa',
+  Ye may tell their wives and bairnies
+    They're sleepin' at Harlaw.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  15.4: 'fess,' fetch.
+  19.1: 'ae,' one.
+  20.1: 'lierachie,' confusion, hubbub.
+  25.1: 'speer at,' ask of.]
+
+
+
+
+THE LAIRD OF KNOTTINGTON
+
+
++The Text+ was sent to Percy in 1768 by R. Lambe of Norham. The ballad
+is widely known in Scotland under several titles, but the most usual is
+_The Broom of Cowdenknows_, which was the title used by Scott in the
+_Minstrelsy_.
+
+
++The Story+ is not consistently told in this version, as in 11.3,4 the
+daughter gives away her secret to her father in an absurd fashion.
+
+An English song, printed as a broadside about 1640, _The Lovely
+Northerne Lasse_, is directed to be sung 'to a pleasant Scotch tune,
+called The broom of Cowden Knowes.' It is a poor variant of our ballad,
+in the usual broadside style, and cannot have been written by any one
+fully acquainted with the Scottish ballad. It is in the Roxburghe,
+Douce, and other collections.
+
+
+THE LAIRD OF KNOTTINGTON
+
+  1.
+  There was a troop of merry gentlemen
+    Was riding atween twa knows,
+  And they heard the voice of a bonny lass,
+    In a bught milking her ews.
+
+  2.
+  There's ane o' them lighted frae off his steed,
+    And has ty'd him to a tree,
+  And he's gane away to yon ew-bught,
+    To hear what it might be.
+
+  3.
+  'O pity me, fair maid,' he said,
+    'Take pity upon me;
+  O pity me, and my milk-white steed
+    That's trembling at yon tree.'
+
+  4.
+  'As for your steed, he shall not want
+    The best of corn and hay;
+  But as to you yoursel', kind sir,
+    I've naething for to say.'
+
+  5.
+  He's taen her by the milk-white hand,
+    And by the green gown-sleeve,
+  And he has led her into the ew-bught,
+    Of her friends he speer'd nae leave.
+
+  6.
+  He has put his hand in his pocket,
+    And given her guineas three;
+  'If I dinna come back in half a year,
+    Then luke nae mair for me.
+
+  7.
+  'Now show to me the king's hie street,
+    Now show to me the way;
+  Now show to me the king's hie street,
+    And the fair water of Tay.'
+
+  8.
+  She show'd to him the king's hie street,
+    She show'd to him the way;
+  She show'd him the way that he was to go,
+    By the fair water of Tay.
+
+  9.
+  When she came hame, her father said,
+    'Come, tell to me right plain;
+  I doubt you've met some in the way,
+    You have not been your lain.'
+
+  10.
+  'The night it is baith mist and mirk,
+    You may gan out and see;
+  The night is mirk and misty too,
+    There's nae body been wi' me.
+
+  11.
+  'There was a tod came to your flock,
+    The like I ne'er did see;
+  When he spake, he lifted his hat,
+    He had a bonny twinkling ee.'
+
+  12.
+  When fifteen weeks were past and gane,
+    Full fifteen weeks and three,
+  Then she began to think it lang
+    For the man wi' the twinkling ee.
+
+  13.
+  It fell out on a certain day,
+    When she cawd out her father's ky,
+  There was a troop of gentlemen
+    Came merrily riding by.
+
+  14.
+  'Weel may ye sigh and sob,' says ane,
+    'Weel may you sigh and see;
+  Weel may you sigh and say, fair maid,
+    Wha's gotten this bairn wi' thee?'
+
+  15.
+  She turned hersel' then quickly about,
+    And thinking meikle shame;
+  'O no, kind sir, it is na sae,
+    For it has a dad at hame.'
+
+  16.
+  'O hawd your tongue, my bonny lass,
+    Sae loud as I hear you lee!
+  For dinna you mind that summer night
+    I was in the bught wi' thee?'
+
+  17.
+  He lighted off his milk-white steed,
+    And set this fair maid on;
+  'Now caw out your ky, good father,' he said,
+    'She'll ne'er caw them out again.
+
+  18.
+  'I am the laird of Knottington,
+    I've fifty plows and three;
+  I've gotten now the bonniest lass
+    That is in the hale country.'
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.2: 'knows,' knolls.
+  1.4: 'bught,' sheep-pen.
+  9.4: 'your lain,' by yourself.
+  11.1: 'tod,' fox.
+  18.2: 'plows': as much land as a plough will till in a year.]
+
+
+
+
+THE WHUMMIL BORE
+
+
++The Text+ is from Motherwell's MS. He included it in the Appendix to
+his _Minstrelsy_. No other collector or editor notices the ballad--'if
+it ever were one,' as Child remarks.
+
+The only point to be noted is that the second stanza has crept into two
+versions of _Hind Horn_, apparently because of the resemblance of the
+previous stanzas, which present a mere ballad-commonplace.
+
+
+THE WHUMMIL BORE
+
+  1.
+  Seven lang years I hae served the king,
+      _Fa fa fa fa lilly_
+  And I never got a sight of his daughter but ane.
+      _With my glimpy, glimpy, glimpy eedle,
+      Lillum too tee a ta too a tee a ta a tally_
+
+  2.
+  I saw her thro' a whummil bore,
+  And I ne'er got a sight of her no more.
+
+  3.
+  Twa was putting on her gown,
+  And ten was putting pins therein.
+
+  4.
+  Twa was putting on her shoon,
+  And twa was buckling them again.
+
+  5.
+  Five was combing down her hair,
+  And I never got a sight of her nae mair.
+
+  6.
+  Her neck and breast was like the snow,
+  Then from the bore I was forced to go.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  1.2,4,5: The burden is of course repeated in each stanza.
+  2.1: 'whummil bore,' a hole bored with a whimble or gimlet.]
+
+
+
+
+LORD MAXWELL'S LAST GOODNIGHT
+
+
++The Text+ is from the Glenriddell MSS., and is the one on which Sir
+Walter Scott based the version given in the _Border Minstrelsy_. Byron
+notes in the preface to _Childe Harold_ that 'the good-night in the
+beginning of the first canto was suggested by Lord Maxwell's Goodnight
+in the Border Minstrelsy.'
+
+
++The Story.+--John, ninth Lord Maxwell, killed Sir James Johnstone in
+1608; the feud between the families was of long standing (see 3.4),
+beginning in 1585. Lord Maxwell fled the country, and was sentenced to
+death in his absence. On his return in 1612 he was betrayed by a
+kinsman, and beheaded at Edinburgh on May 21, 1613. This was the end of
+the feud, which contained cases of treachery and perfidy on both sides.
+
+'Robert of Oarchyardtoun' was Sir Robert Maxwell of Orchardton, Lord
+Maxwell's cousin.
+
+'Drumlanrig,' 'Cloesburn,' and 'the laird of Lagg' were respectively
+named Douglas, Kirkpatrick, and Grierson.
+
+The Maxwells had houses, or custody of houses at Dumfries, Lochmaben,
+Langholm, and Thrieve; and Carlaverock Castle is still theirs.
+
+As for Lord Maxwell's 'lady and only joy,' the ballad neglects the fact
+that he instituted a process of divorce against her, and that she died,
+while it was pending, in 1608, five years before the date of the
+'Goodnight.'
+
+
+LORD MAXWELL'S LAST GOODNIGHT
+
+  1.
+  'Adiew, madam my mother dear,
+    But and my sisters two!
+  Adiew, fair Robert of Oarchyardtoun
+    For thee my heart is woe.
+
+  2.
+  'Adiew, the lilly and the rose,
+    The primrose, sweet to see!
+  Adiew, my lady and only joy!
+    For I manna stay with thee.
+
+  3.
+  'Tho' I have killed the laird Johnston,
+    What care I for his feed?
+  My noble mind dis still incline;
+    He was my father's dead.
+
+  4.
+  'Both night and day I laboured oft
+    Of him revenged to be,
+  And now I've got what I long sought;
+    But I manna stay with thee.
+
+  5.
+  'Adiew, Drumlanrig! false was ay,
+    And Cloesburn! in a band,
+  Where the laird of Lagg fra my father fled
+    When the Johnston struck off his hand.
+
+  6.
+  'They were three brethren in a band;
+    Joy may they never see!
+  But now I've got what I long sought,
+    And I maunna stay with thee.
+
+  7.
+  'Adiew, Dumfries, my proper place,
+    But and Carlaverock fair!
+  Adiew, the castle of the Thrieve,
+    And all my buildings there!
+
+  8.
+  'Adiew, Lochmaben's gates so fair,
+    The Langholm shank, where birks they be!
+  Adiew, my lady and only joy!
+    And, trust me, I maunna stay with thee.
+
+  9.
+  'Adiew, fair Eskdale, up and down,
+    Where my poor friends do dwell!
+  The bangisters will ding them down,
+    And will them sore compel.
+
+  10.
+  'But I'll revenge that feed mysell
+    When I come ou'r the sea;
+  Adiew, my lady and only joy!
+    For I maunna stay with thee.'
+
+  11.
+  'Lord of the land, will you go then
+    Unto my father's place,
+  And walk into their gardens green,
+    And I will you embrace.
+
+  12.
+  'Ten thousand times I'll kiss your face,
+    And sport, and make you merry.'
+  'I thank thee, my lady, for thy kindness,
+    But, trust me, I maunna stay with thee.'
+
+  13.
+  Then he took off a great gold ring,
+    Whereat hang signets three;
+  'Hae, take thee that, my ain dear thing,
+    And still hae mind of me;
+
+  14.
+  'But if thow marry another lord
+    Ere I come ou'r the sea;
+  Adiew, my lady and only joy!
+    For I maunna stay with thee.'
+
+  15.
+  The wind was fair, the ship was close,
+    That good lord went away,
+  And most part of his friends were there,
+    To give him a fair convay.
+
+  16.
+  They drank thair wine, they did not spare,
+    Even in the good lord's sight;
+  Now he is o'er the floods so gray,
+    And Lord Maxwell has ta'en his goodnight.
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  3.2: 'feed,' feud.
+  3.4: 'dead,' death.
+  8.2: 'shank,' point of a hill.
+  9.3: 'bangisters,' roisterers, freebooters.
+  14.1: 'But if,' unless.]
+
+
+
+
+END OF THE THIRD SERIES
+
+
+
+
+APPENDIX
+
+
+THE JOLLY JUGGLER
+
++The Text+ is from a manuscript at Balliol College, Oxford, No. 354,
+already referred to in the First Series (p. 80) as supplying a text of
+_The Nut-brown Maid_. The manuscript, which is of the early part of the
+sixteenth century, has been edited by Ewald Fluegel in _Anglia_, vol.
+xxvi., where the present ballad appears on pp. 278-9. I have only
+modernised the spelling, and broken up the lines, as the ballad is
+written in two long lines and a short one to each stanza.
+
+No other text is known to me. The volume of _Anglia_ containing the
+ballad was not published till 1903, some five years after Professor
+Child's death; and I believe he would have included it in his collection
+had he known of it.
+
+
++The Story+ narrates the subjugation of a proud lady who scorns all her
+wooers, by a juggler who assumes the guise of a knight. On the morrow
+the lady discovers her paramour to be a churl, and he is led away to
+execution, but escapes by juggling himself into a meal-bag: the dust
+falls in the lady's eye.
+
+It would doubtless require a skilled folk-lorist to supply full critical
+notes and parallels; but I subjoin such details as I have been able to
+collect.
+
+In _The Beggar Laddie_ (Child, No. 280, v. 116) a pretended beggar or
+shepherd-boy induces a lassie to follow him, 'because he was a bonny
+laddie.' They come to his father's (or brother's) hall; he knocks,
+four-and-twenty gentlemen welcome him in, and as many gay ladies attend
+the lassie, who is thenceforward a knight's or squire's lady.
+
+In _The Jolly Beggar_ (Child, No. 279, v. 109), which, with the similar
+Scottish poem _The Gaberlunzie Man_, is attributed without authority to
+James V. of Scotland, a beggar takes up his quarters in a house, and
+will only lie behind the hall-door, or by the fire. The lassie rises to
+bar the door, and is seized by the beggar. He asks if there are dogs in
+the town, as they would steal all his 'meal-pocks.' She throws the
+meal-pocks over the wall, saying, 'The deil go with your meal-pocks, my
+maidenhead, and a'.' The beggar reveals himself as a braw gentleman.
+
+A converse story is afforded by the first part of the Norse tale
+translated by Dasent in _Popular Tales from the Norse_, 1888, p. 39,
+under the title of _Hacon Grizzlebeard_. A princess refuses all suitors,
+and mocks them publicly. Hacon Grizzlebeard, a prince, comes to woo her.
+She makes the king's fool mutilate the prince's horses, and then makes
+game of his appearance as he drives out the next day. Resolved to take
+his revenge, Hacon disguises himself as a beggar, attracts the
+princess's notice by means of a golden spinning-wheel, its stand, and a
+golden wool-winder, and sells them to her for the privilege of sleeping
+firstly outside her door, secondly beside her bed, and finally in it.
+The rest of the tale narrates Hacon's method of breaking down the
+princess's pride.
+
+Other parallels of incident and phraseology may be noted:--
+
+4.1 'well good steed'; 'well good,' a commonplace = very good; for 'well
+good steed,' cf. _John o' the Side_, 34.3 (p. 162 of this volume).
+
+7.1 'Four-and-twenty knights.' The number is a commonplace in ballads;
+especially cf. _The Beggar Laddie_ (as above), Child's text A, st. 13:
+
+  'Four an' tuenty gentelmen
+  They conved the beager ben,
+  An' as mony gay lades
+    Conved the beager's lassie.'
+
+12.4 For the proper mediaeval horror of 'churl's blood,' see
+_Glasgerion_, stt. 12, 19 (First Series, pp. 4, 5).
+
+13.3 'meal-pock.' The meal-bag was part of the professional beggar's
+outfit; see _Will Stewart and John_, 78.3 (Child, No. 107, ii. 437). For
+blinding with meal-dust, see _Robin Hood and the Beggar_, ii. 77, 78
+(Child, No. 134, iii. 163). The meal-pock also occurs in _The Jolly
+Beggar_, as cited above.
+
+
+THE JOLLY JUGGLER
+
+  Draw me near, draw me near,
+  Draw me near, ye jolly jugglere!
+
+  1.
+  Here beside dwelleth
+    A rich baron's daughter;
+  She would have no man
+    That for her love had sought her.
+      _So nice she was!_
+
+  2.
+  She would have no man
+    That was made of mould,
+  But if he had a mouth of gold
+    To kiss her when she would.
+      _So dangerous she was!_
+
+  3.
+  Thereof heard a jolly juggler
+    That laid was on the green;
+  And at this lady's words
+    I wis he had great teen.
+      _An-ang'red he was!_
+
+  4.
+  He juggled to him a well good steed
+    Of an old horse-bone,
+  A saddle and a bridle both,
+    And set himself thereon.
+      _A juggler he was!_
+
+  5.
+  He pricked and pranced both
+    Before that lady's gate;
+  She wend he [had] been an angel
+    Was come for her sake.
+      _A pricker he was!_
+
+  6.
+  He pricked and pranced
+    Before that lady's bower;
+  She wend he had been an angel
+    Come from heaven tower.
+      _A prancer he was!_
+
+  7.
+  Four-and-twenty knights
+    Led him into the hall,
+  And as many squires
+    His horse to the stall,
+      _And gave him meat_.
+
+  8.
+  They gave him oats
+    And also hay;
+  He was an old shrew
+    And held his head away.
+      _He would not eat._
+
+  9.
+  The day began to pass,
+    The night began to come,
+  To bed was brought
+    The fair gentlewoman,
+      _And the juggler also_.
+
+  10.
+  The night began to pass,
+    The day began to spring;
+  All the birds of her bower,
+    They began to sing,
+      _And the cuckoo also_!
+
+  11.
+  'Where be ye, my merry maidens,
+    That ye come not me to?
+  The jolly windows of my bower
+    Look that you undo,
+      _That I may see_!
+
+  12.
+  'For I have in mine arms
+    A duke or else an earl.'
+  But when she looked him upon,
+    He was a blear-eyed churl.
+      _'Alas!' she said._
+
+  13.
+  She led him to an hill,
+    And hanged should he be.
+  He juggled himself to a meal-pock;
+    The dust fell in her eye;
+      _Beguiled she was_.
+
+  14.
+  God and our Lady
+    And sweet Saint Joham
+  Send every giglot of this town
+    Such another leman,
+      _Even as he was_!
+
+
+  [Annotations:
+  2.3: 'But if,' unless.
+  3.4: 'teen,' wrath.
+  5.3, 6.3: 'wend,' thought.
+  5.3: 'had' omitted in the manuscript.
+  8.3: 'He': the manuscript reads '&.'
+  13.3: 'meal-pock,' meal-bag.
+  14.3: 'giglot,' wench.]
+
+
+
+
+INDEX OF TITLES
+                                                    PAGE
+
+  Baron of Brackley, The,                            122
+  Battle of Harlaw, The,                             194
+  Battle of Otterburn, The,                           16
+  Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,                          133
+  Bewick and Grahame,                                101
+  Braes of Yarrow, The,                               34
+
+  Captain Car,                                        62
+  Clyde's Water,                                     140
+
+  Death of Parcy Reed, The,                           93
+  Dick o' the Cow,                                    75
+  Durham Field,                                      181
+
+  Earl Bothwell,                                     177
+
+  Fire of Frendraught, The,                          112
+  Flodden Field,                                      71
+
+  Gardener, The,                                     153
+  Geordie,                                           118
+  Gipsy Laddie, The,                                 129
+
+  Heir of Linne, The,                                170
+  Hunting of the Cheviot, The,                         1
+
+  Jamie Douglas,                                     164
+  John o' the Side,                                  156
+  Johnie Armstrong,                                   30
+  Jolly Juggler, The,                                211
+
+  Katharine Jaffray,                                 145
+  Kinmont Willie,                                     49
+
+  Laird of Knottington, The,                         200
+  Laird o' Logie, The,                                58
+  Lizie Lindsay,                                     148
+  Lord Maxwell's Last Goodnight,                     206
+
+  Mary Hamilton,                                      44
+
+  Outlyer Bold, The,                                  40
+
+  Sir Hugh in the Grime's Downfall,                   89
+  Sir James the Rose,                                135
+  Sir Patrick Spence,                                 68
+
+  Twa Brothers, The,                                  37
+  Waly, waly, gin love be bonny,                     168
+  Whummil Bore, The,                                 204
+
+
+INDEX OF FIRST LINES
+                                                    PAGE
+
+  Adiew, madam my mother dear,                       207
+  As I cam in by Dunidier,                           195
+
+  God send the land deliverance,                      94
+  Good Lord John is a hunting gone,                   89
+
+  Here beside dwelleth,                              214
+
+  I dreamed a dreary dream this night,                34
+  Inverey cam doun Deeside, whistlin' and playin',   123
+  It befell at Martynmas,                             63
+  It's of a young lord o' the Hielands,             148
+  I will sing, if ye will hearken,                    59
+
+  King Jamie hath made a vow,                         72
+
+  Lordings, listen and hold you still,               182
+
+  Now Liddisdale has long lain in,                    76
+
+  O Bessie Bell and Mary Gray,                       134
+  Of all the lords in fair Scotland,                 171
+  O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde,            50
+  O heard ye of Sir James the Rose,                  135
+  Old Grahame he is to Carlisle gone,                101
+  O waly, waly up the bank,                          168
+
+  Peter o' Whifield he hath slain,                   157
+
+  Seven lang years I hae served the king,            204
+
+  The eighteenth of October,                         113
+  The gardener stands in his bower-door,             153
+  The king sits in Dumferling toune,                  69
+  The Perse owt off Northombarlonde,                   3
+  There cam singers to Earl Cassillis' gates,        130
+  There dwelt a man in faire Westmerland,             30
+  There liv'd a lass in yonder dale,                 145
+  There was a battle in the north,                   118
+  There was a troop of merry gentlemen,              200
+  There were three sisters, they lived in a bower,    40
+  There were twa brethren in the north,               37
+
+  Waly, waly up the bank,                            165
+  Woe worth thee, woe worth thee, false Scotland,    177
+  Word's gane to the kitchen,                         46
+
+  Ye gie corn unto my horse,                         141
+  Yt fell abowght the Lamasse tyde,                   18
+
+
+
+
+  Printed by T. and A. CONSTABLE, Printers to His Majesty
+  at the Edinburgh University Press
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+           *       *       *       *
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Errata:
+
+Bewick and Grahame
+  [Stanza 33.]
+  But if thou be a man, as I trow thou art,
+    _text reads "he a man"_
+Durham Field
+  _"Crecy" consistently written with cedilla_
+Lord Maxwell's Last Goodnight
+  [editor's introduction]
+  As for Lord Maxwell's 'lady and only joy,'
+    _close quote missing_
+
+
+
+
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