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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: English and Scottish Ballads (volume 3 of 8) + +Author: Various + +Editor: Francis James Child + +Release Date: November 16, 2011 [EBook #38037] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ENGLISH, SCOTTISH BALLADS, (3 OF 8) *** + + + + +Produced by Simon Gardner, Dianna Adair, Louise Davies and +the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by the Digital & Multimedia +Center, Michigan State University Libraries.) + + + + + + +</pre> + +<div class="trans-note"> +<h4>Transcriber's Notes</h4> + +<p>Archaic, dialect and inconsistent spellings have been retained as in the original. +Other than minor changes to format or punctuation, any changes to the text +have been listed at <a href="#Transcribers_Notes">the end of the book</a>.</p> +</div> + +<p><!-- Page i --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</a></span></p> +<h1>ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH BALLADS.</h1> + +<h3> EDITED BY<br /> + FRANCIS JAMES CHILD.</h3> + +<h3> <span class="smcap">VOLUME III.</span></h3> + +<h4> BOSTON:<br /> + LITTLE, BROWN AND COMPANY.<br /> + M.DCCC.LX.</h4> +<p><!-- Page ii --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</a></span></p> + + + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1857 +by <span class="smcap">Little, Brown and Company</span>, in the Clerk's Office of +the District Court of Massachusetts.</p></div> + +<h5> RIVERSIDE, CAMBRIDGE:<br /> + STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY<br /> + H.O. HOUGHTON AND COMPANY.</h5> + +<p><!-- Page iii --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p> + + + +<h3>CONTENTS OF VOLUME THIRD.</h3> + + + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td colspan="3" class="TOC_heading">BOOK III. (continued.)</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="3" align="right">Page</td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">11 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#EARL_RICHARD_Scott">Earl Richard</a>, (A) [Scott's version]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">11 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#EARL_RICHARD_Motherwell">Earl Richard</a>, [Motherwell's version]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">11 c.</td><td align="left"><a href="#YOUNG_REDIN">Young Redin</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">11 d.</td><td align="left"><a href="#LORD_WILLIAM">Lord William</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">12 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#PRINCE_ROBERT">Prince Robert</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">12 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#EARL_ROBERT">Earl Robert</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="rpad1">13.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_WEARY_COBLE_O_CARGILL">The Weary Coble o' Cargill</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="rpad1">14.</td><td align="left"><a href="#OLD_ROBIN_OF_PORTINGALE">Old Robin of Portingale</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="rpad1">15.</td><td align="left"><a href="#FAUSE_FOODRAGE">Fause Foodrage</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="rpad1">16.</td><td align="left"><a href="#BONNIE_ANNIE">Bonnie Annie</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="rpad1">17.</td><td align="left"><a href="#WILLIAM_GUISEMAN">William Guiseman</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">18 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_ENCHANTED_RING">The Enchanted Ring</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">18 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#BONNY_BEE-HOM">Bonny Bee-Ho'm</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">19 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_THREE_RAVENS">The Three Ravens</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">19 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_TWA_CORBIES">The Twa Corbies</a>, [Scott]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">20 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_DOWIE_DENS_OF_YARROW">The Dowie Dens of Yarrow</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">20 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BRAES_O_YARROW">The Braes o' Yarrow</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="rpad1">21.</td><td align="left"><a href="#SIR_JAMES_THE_ROSE">Sir James the Rose</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="rpad1">22.</td><td align="left"><a href="#GRAEME_AND_BEWICK">Græme and Bewick</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="rpad1">23.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_LAMENT_OF_THE_BORDER_WIDOW">The Lament of the Border Widow</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="rpad1">24.</td><td align="left"><a href="#YOUNG_WATERS">Young Waters</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="rpad1">25.</td><td align="left"><a href="#BONNIE_GEORGE_CAMPBELL">Bonnie George Campbell</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">26 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#LAMKIN">Lamkin</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">26 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#LAMBERT_LINKIN">Lambert Linkin</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">27 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_LAIRD_OF_WARISTOUN">The Laird of Waristoun</a>, [Jamieson]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">27 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#LAIRD_OF_WARIESTOUN">Laird of Wariestoun</a>, [Kinloch]<!-- Page iv --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">28 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_QUEENS_MARIE">The Queen's Marie</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">28 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#MARY_HAMILTON">Mary Hamilton</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="rpad1">29.</td><td align="left"><a href="#BESSIE_BELL_AND_MARY_GRAY">Bessie Bell and Mary Gray</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_126">126</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="rpad1">30.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_CHILDREN_IN_THE_WOOD">The Children in the Wood</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_128">128</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">31 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#HUGH_OF_LINCOLN">Hugh of Lincoln</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">31 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#SIR_HUGH">Sir Hugh</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">31 c.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_JEWS_DAUGHTER">The Jew's Daughter</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">32 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#SIR_PATRICK_SPENCE">Sir Patrick Spence</a>, [Percy]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">32 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#SIR_PATRICK_SPENS">Sir Patrick Spens</a>, [Scott]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td></tr> + + +<tr><td colspan="3" class="TOC_heading">BOOK IV.</td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right">1.</td><td align="left"><a href="#KING_ESTMERE">King Estmere</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_159">159</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">2.</td><td align="left"><a href="#SIR_CAULINE">Sir Cauline</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_173">173</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">3 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#FAIR_ANNIE">Fair Annie</a>, [Scott]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_191">191</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">3 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#FAIR_ANNIE_2">Fair Annie</a>, [Motherwell]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_198">198</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">4 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHILD_WATERS">Child Waters</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_205">205</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">4 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#BURD_ELLEN">Burd Ellen</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_213">213</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">5 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#ERLINTON">Erlinton</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_220">220</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">5 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_CHILD_OF_ELLE">The Child of Elle</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_224">224</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">6 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#SIR_ALDINGAR">Sir Aldingar</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">6 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#SIR_HUGH_LE_BLOND">Sir Hugh le Blond</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_253">253</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">7 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_KNIGHT_AND_SHEPHERDS_DAUGHTER">The Knight, and Shepherd's Daughter</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_260">260</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">7 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#EARL_RICHARD_B">Earl Richard</a> (B)</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_266">266</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">8 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_GAY_GOSS-HAWK">The Gay Goss-Hawk</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_277">277</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">8 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_JOLLY_GOSHAWK">The Jolly Goshawk</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_285">285</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td colspan="3" class="TOC_heading">APPENDIX.</td></tr> + +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#YOUNG_HUNTING_See_p_3">Young Hunting</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_295">295</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#YOUNG_WATERS_See_p_88">Young Waters</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_301">301</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#LAMMIKIN_See_p_94">Lammikin</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_307">307</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#LONG_LONKIN_See_p_94">Long Lonkin</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_313">313</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#THE_LAIRD_OF_WARISTOUN_See_p_107">The Laird of Waristoun</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_316">316</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#MARY_HAMILTON_Kinloch">Mary Hamilton</a>, [Kinloch]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_324">324</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#MARY_HAMILTON_Maidment">Mary Hamilton</a>, [Maidment]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_329">329</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#SIR_HUGH_OR_THE_JEWS_DAUGHTER">Sir Hugh, or The Jew's Daughter</a>, [Motherwell]<!-- Page v --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_331">331</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#SIR_HUGH_See_p_136">Sir Hugh</a>, [Hume]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_335">335</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#SIR_PATRICK_SPENS_See_p_147">Sir Patrick Spens</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_338">338</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#LORD_LIVINGSTON">Lord Livingston</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_343">343</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#CLERK_TAMAS">Clerk Tamas</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_349">349</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#JOHN_THOMSON_AND_THE_TURK">John Thomson and The Turk</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_352">352</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#LORD_THOMAS_STUART">Lord Thomas Stuart</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_357">357</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#THE_SPANISH_VIRGIN">The Spanish Virgin</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_360">360</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#THE_LADY_ISABELLAS_TRAGEDY">The Lady Isabella's Tragedy</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_366">366</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#THE_CRUEL_BLACK">The Cruel Black</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_370">370</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#KING_MALCOLM_AND_SIR_COLVIN_See">King Malcolm and Sir Colvin</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_378">378</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#SKIOEN_ANNA_FAIR_ANNIE_See_p_191">Skiœn Anna; Fair Annie</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_383">383</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#LADY_MARGARET_See_p_205">Lady Margaret</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_390">390</a></td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><a href="#EARL_RICHARD_B_See_p_260">Earl Richard</a> (B)</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_395">395</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td colspan="2" align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#GLOSSARY">Glossary</a></span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_403">403</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 1 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="BOOK_III" id="BOOK_III"></a>BOOK III.<br /> +<span style="font-size:smaller">CONTINUED</span>.</h2> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 3 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="EARL_RICHARD_Scott" id="EARL_RICHARD_Scott"></a>EARL RICHARD.</h3> + + +<p>A fragment of this gloomy and impressive romance, +(corresponding to v. 21-42,) was published in +Herd's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, i. 184, from which, probably, it +was copied into Pinkerton's <i>Scottish Tragic Ballads</i>, +p. 84. The entire ballad was first printed in <i>The Border +Minstrelsy</i>, together with another piece, <i>Lord +William</i>, containing a part of the same incidents. Of +the five versions which have appeared, four are given +in this place, and <a href="#EARL_RICHARD_B_See_p_260">the remaining one in the Appendix</a>. +In the <i>Gentleman's Magazine</i>, 1794, Vol. 64, Part I. +p. 553, there is a modern ballad of extremely perverted +orthography and vicious style, (meant for +ancient,) in which the twenty lines of Herd's fragment +are interwoven with an altogether different +story. It is printed as authentic in <i>Scarce "Ancient" +Ballads</i>, Aberdeen, 1822.</p> + +<p>"There are two ballads in Mr. Herd's MSS. upon +the following story, in one of which the unfortunate +knight is termed <i>Young Huntin'</i>. [<a href="#YOUNG_HUNTING_See_p_3">See Appendix</a>.] +The best verses are selected from both copies, and +some trivial alterations have been adopted from tradition." +<i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, iii. 184.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O Lady, rock never your young son, young,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">One hour langer for me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I have a sweetheart in Garlioch Wells,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I love far better than thee.<!-- Page 4 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The very sole o' that lady's foot<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than thy face is far mair white:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But, nevertheless, now, Erl Richard,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye will bide in my bower a' night?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She birled him with the ale and wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As they sat down to sup:<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A living man he laid him down,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But I wot he ne'er rose up.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up and spake the popinjay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That flew aboun her head;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Lady! keep weel your green cleiding<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Frae gude Erl Richard's bleid."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O better I'll keep my green cleiding<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Frae gude Erl Richard's bleid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than thou canst keep thy clattering toung,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That trattles in thy head."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She has call'd upon her bower maidens,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She has call'd them ane by ane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"There lies a dead man in my bour:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wish that he were gane!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They hae booted him, and spurred him,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As he was wont to ride;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A hunting-horn tied round his waist,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A sharpe sword by his side;<!-- Page 5 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they hae had him to the wan water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a' men call it <a name="LNanchor_III_11a_30" id="LNanchor_III_11a_30"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_11a_30" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Clyde</a>.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up and spoke the popinjay<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sat upon the tree—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"What hae ye done wi' Erl Richard?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye were his gay ladye."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come down, come down, my bonny bird,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sit upon my hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou sall hae a cage o' gowd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where thou hast but the wand."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Awa! awa! ye ill woman!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nae cage o' gowd for me;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">As ye hae done to Erl Richard,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae wad ye do to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She hadna cross'd a rigg o' land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A rigg but barely ane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When she met wi' his auld father,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Came riding all alane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Where hae ye been, now, ladye fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where hae ye been sae late?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We hae been seeking Erl Richard,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 6 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span><span class="i2">But him we canna get."—<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Erl Richard kens a' the fords in Clyde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He'll ride them ane by ane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And though the night was ne'er sae mirk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Erl Richard will be hame."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O it fell anes, upon a day,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The King was boun to ride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he has mist him, Erl Richard,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Should hae ridden on his right side.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The ladye turn'd her round about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' mickle mournfu' din—<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"It fears me sair o' Clyde water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That he is drown'd therein."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gar douk, gar douk," the King he cried,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Gar douk for gold and fee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O wha will douk for Erl Richard's sake,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or wha will douk for me?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They douked in at ae weil-heid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And out aye at the other;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"We can douk nae mair for Erl Richard,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Although he were our brother."<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It fell that, in that ladye's castle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The King was boun to bed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And up and spake the popinjay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That flew abune his head.<!-- Page 7 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Leave aff your douking on the day,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And douk upon the night;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And where that sackless knight lies slain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The candles will burn bright."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O there's a bird within this bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sings baith sad and sweet;<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">O there's a bird within your bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Keeps me frae my night's sleep."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They left the douking on the day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And douk'd upon the night;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And where that sackless knight lay slain,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_III_11a_86" id="LNanchor_III_11a_86"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_11a_86" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The candles burned bright</a>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_III_11a_87" id="LNanchor_III_11a_87"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_11a_87" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The deepest pot in a' the linn</a>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They fand Erl Richard in;<!-- Page 8 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A green turf tyed across his breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To keep that gude lord down.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up and spake the King himsell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When he saw the deadly wound—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O wha has slain my right-hand man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That held my hawk and hound?"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up and spake the popinjay,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says—"What needs a' this din?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It was his light leman took his life,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hided him in the linn."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She swore her by the grass sae grene,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae did she by the corn,<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She hadna seen him, Erl Richard,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since Moninday at morn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Put na the wite on me," she said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"It was my may Catherine:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then they hae cut baith fern and thorn,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To burn that maiden in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It wadna take upon her cheik,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet upon her chin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yet upon her yellow hair,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 9 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span><span class="i2">To cleanse the deadly sin.<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The maiden touch'd the clay-cauld corpse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A drap it never bled;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ladye laid her hand on him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And soon the ground was red.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out they hae ta'en her, may Catherine,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And put her mistress in;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The flame tuik fast upon her cheik,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tuik fast upon her chin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tuik fast upon her faire body—<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_III_11a_120" id="LNanchor_III_11a_120"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_11a_120" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">She burn'd like hollin-green</a>.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_III_11a_30" id="Linenote_III_11a_30"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_11a_30" title="link to line number">30</a>. +<i>Clyde</i>, in Celtic, means <i>white</i>.—<span class="smcap">Lockhart.</span></p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_III_11a_86" id="Linenote_III_11a_86"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_11a_86" title="link to line number">86</a>. These are unquestionably the corpse-lights, called in +Wales <i>Canhwyllan Cyrph</i>, which are sometimes seen to illuminate +the spot where a dead body is concealed. The Editor +is informed, that, some years ago, the corpse of a man, drowned +in the Ettrick, below Selkirk, was discovered by means of +these candles. Such lights are common in churchyards, and +are probably of a phosphoric nature. But rustic superstition +derives them from supernatural agency, and supposes, that, +as soon as life has departed, a pale flame appears at the window +of the house, in which the person had died, and glides +towards the churchyard, tracing through every winding the +route of the future funeral, and pausing where the bier is to +rest. This and other opinions, relating to the "tomb-fires' +livid gleam," seem to be of Runic extraction. <span class="smcap">Scott.</span></p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_III_11a_87" id="Linenote_III_11a_87"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_11a_87" title="link to line number">87</a>. The deep holes, scooped in the rock by the eddies of a +river, are called <i>pots</i>; the motion of the water having there +some resemblance to a boiling caldron. <i>Linn</i>, means the +pool beneath a cataract. <span class="smcap">Scott.</span></p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_III_11a_120" id="Linenote_III_11a_120"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_11a_120" title="link to line number">120</a>. The lines immediately preceding, "The maiden +touched," &c., and which are restored from tradition, refer +to a superstition formerly received in most parts of Europe, +and even resorted to by judicial authority, for the discovery +of murder. In Germany, this experiment was called <i>bahrrecht</i>, +or the law of the bier; because, the murdered body +being stretched upon a bier, the suspected person was obliged +to put one hand upon the wound and the other upon the +mouth of the deceased, and, in that posture, call upon heaven +to attest his innocence. If, during this ceremony, the blood +gushed from the mouth, nose, or wound, a circumstance not +unlikely to happen in the course of shifting or stirring the +body, it was held sufficient evidence of the guilt of the party. +<span class="smcap">Scott.</span></p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 10 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="EARL_RICHARD_Motherwell" id="EARL_RICHARD_Motherwell"></a>EARL RICHARD.</h3> + +<p class="center">Obtained from recitation by Motherwell, and printed +in his <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 218.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Earl Richard is a hunting gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As fast as he could ride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His hunting-horn hung about his neck,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a small sword by his side.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he came to my lady's gate,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He tirled at the pin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wha was sae ready as the lady hersell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To open and let him in?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O light, O light, Earl Richard," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O light and stay a' night;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">You shall have cheer wi' charcoal clear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And candles burning bright."<!-- Page 11 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I will not light, I cannot light,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I cannot light at all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fairer lady than ten of thee<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is waiting at Richard's-wall."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He stooped from his milk-white steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To kiss her rosy cheek;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She had a penknife in her hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And wounded him so deep.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O lie ye there, Earl Richard," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O lie ye there till morn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fairer lady than ten of me<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will think lang of your coming home."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She called her servants ane by ane,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She called them twa by twa:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I have got a dead man in my bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wish he were awa."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The ane has ta'en him by the hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the other by the feet;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they've thrown him in a deep draw well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Full fifty fathoms deep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up bespake a little bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sat upon a tree:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Gae hame, gae hame, ye fause lady,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pay your maids their fee."<!-- Page 12 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come down, come down, my pretty bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sits upon the tree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I have a cage of beaten gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll gie it unto thee."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae hame, gae hame, ye fause lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pay your maids their fee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As ye have done to Earl Richard,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae wud ye do to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If I had an arrow in my hand,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a bow bent on a string;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd shoot a dart at thy proud heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Among the leaves sae green."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 13 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="YOUNG_REDIN" id="YOUNG_REDIN"></a>YOUNG REDIN.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"From the recitation of Miss E. Beattie, of Edinburgh, +a native of Mearnsshire, who sings it to a +plaintive, though somewhat monotonous air of one +measure."—<span class="smcap">Kinloch</span>, <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 1.</p></div> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Young Redin's til the huntin gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' therty lords and three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he has til his true-love gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As fast as he could hie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye're welcome here, my young Redin,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For coal and candle licht;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sae are ye, my young Redin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To bide wi' me the nicht."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I thank ye for your licht, ladie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae do I for your coal;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But there's thrice as fair a ladie as thee<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Meets me at Brandie's well."<!-- Page 14 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan they were at their supper set,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And merrily drinking wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This ladie has tane a sair sickness,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And til her bed has gane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Young Redin he has followed her,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a dowie man was he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He fund his true-love in her bouer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the tear was in her ee.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan he was in her arms laid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gieing her kisses sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then out she's tane a little penknife,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And wounded him sae deep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O lang, lang, is the winter nicht,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And slawly daws the day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is a slain knicht in my bouer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I wish he war away."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up bespak her bouer-woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she spak ae wi' spite:—<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"An there be a slain knicht in your bouer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It's yoursel that has the wyte."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O heal this deed on me, Meggy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O heal this deed on me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The silks that war shapen for me gen Pasche,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 15 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span><span class="i2">They sall be sewed for thee."<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O I hae heal'd on my mistress<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A twalmonth and a day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I hae heal'd on my mistress,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mair than I can say."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They've booted him, and they've spurred him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As he was wont to ride:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A huntin horn round his neck,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a sharp sword by his side;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the deepest place o' Clyde's water,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">It's there they've made his bed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sine up bespak the wylie parrot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As he sat on the tree,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And hae ye kill'd him young Redin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wha ne'er had love but thee!"<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come doun, come doun, ye wylie parrot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come doun into my hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your cage sall be o' the beaten gowd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When now it's but the wand."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I winna come doun, I canna come doun,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I winna come doun to thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For as ye've dune to young Redin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'll do the like to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye'll thraw my head aff my hause-bane,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 16 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span><span class="i2">And throw me in the sea."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O there cam seekin young Redin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Monie a lord and knicht;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there cam seekin young Redin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Monie a ladie bricht.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And they hae til his true-love gane,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thinking he was wi' her;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">* * * * * * *<br /></span> +<span class="i2">* * * * * * *<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I hae na seen him, young Redin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sin yesterday at noon;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He turn'd his stately steed about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hied him through the toun.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But ye'll seek Clyde's water up and doun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'll seek it out and in—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hae na seen him, young Redin,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sin yesterday at noon."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up bespak young Redin's mither,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a dowie woman was scho;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"There's na a place in a Clyde's water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But my son wad gae through."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They've sought Clyde's water up and doun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They've sought it out and in,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the deepest place o' Clyde's water<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They fund young Redin in.<!-- Page 17 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O white, white, war his wounds washen,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As white as a linen clout;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But as the traitor she cam near,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His wounds they gushed out!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It's surely been my bouer-woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O ill may her betide;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I ne'er wad slain him young Redin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thrown him in the Clyde."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then they've made a big bane-fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bouer-woman to brin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It tuke na on her cheek, her cheek,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">It tuke na on her chin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But it tuke on the cruel hands<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That put young Redin in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then they're tane out the bouer-woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And put the ladie in:<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">It tuke na on her cheek, her cheek,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It tuke na on her chin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But it tuke on the fause, fause arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That young Redin lay in.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 18 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="LORD_WILLIAM" id="LORD_WILLIAM"></a>LORD WILLIAM.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, iii. 23.</p> + + +<p>This ballad was communicated to Sir Walter Scott +by Mr. James Hogg, accompanied with the following +note:—</p> + +<p>"I am fully convinced of the antiquity of this song; +for, although much of the language seems somewhat +modernized, this must be attributed to its currency, +being much liked, and very much sung in this neighbourhood. +I can trace it back several generations, but +cannot hear of its ever having been in print. I have +never heard it with any considerable variation, save +that one reciter called the dwelling of the feigned +sweet-heart, <i>Castleswa</i>."</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lord William was the bravest knight<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That dwalt in fair Scotland,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And though renown'd in France and Spain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fell by a ladie's hand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As she was walking maid alone,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Down by yon shady wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She heard a smit o' bridle reins,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She wish'd might be for good.<!-- Page 19 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come to my arms, my dear Willie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You're welcome hame to me;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To best o' cheer and <a name="LNanchor_III_11d_11" id="LNanchor_III_11d_11"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_11d_11" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">charcoal red</a>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And candle burning free."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I winna light, I darena light,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor come to your arms at a';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fairer maid than ten o' you<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll meet at Castle-law."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A fairer maid than me, Willie!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A fairer maid than me!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fairer maid than ten o' me<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your eyes did never see."—<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He louted ower his saddle lap,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To kiss her ere they part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wi' a little keen bodkin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She pierced him to the heart.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ride on, ride on, Lord William now,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As fast as ye can dree!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your bonny lass at Castle-law<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will weary you to see."<!-- Page 20 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span>—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out up then spake a bonny bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sat high upon a tree,—<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"How could you kill that noble lord?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He came to marry thee."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come down, come down, my bonny bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And eat bread aff my hand!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your cage shall be of wiry goud,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whar now it's but the wand."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Keep ye your cage o' goud, lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I will keep my tree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As ye hae done to Lord William,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae wad ye do to me."—<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She set her foot on her door step,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A bonny marble stane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And carried him to her chamber,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O'er him to make her mane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And she has kept that good lord's corpse<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Three quarters of a year,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until that word began to spread;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then she began to fear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then she cried on her waiting maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Aye ready at her ca';<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"There is a knight into my bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis time he were awa."<!-- Page 21 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span>—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The ane has ta'en him by the head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The ither by the feet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thrown him in the wan water,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ran baith wide and deep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Look back, look back, now, lady fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On him that lo'ed ye weel!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A better man than that blue corpse<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ne'er drew a sword of steel."—<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_III_11d_11" id="Linenote_III_11d_11"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_11d_11" title="link to line number">11</a>. <i>Charcoal red.</i> This circumstance marks the antiquity +of the poem. While wood was plenty in Scotland, charcoal +was the usual fuel in the chambers of the wealthy. <span class="smcap">Scott.</span></p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 22 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="PRINCE_ROBERT" id="PRINCE_ROBERT"></a>PRINCE ROBERT</h3> + + +<p>Was first published in the <i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish +Border</i>, iii. 269, and was obtained from the recitation +of Miss Christian Rutherford. Another copy, also +from recitation, is <a href="#EARL_ROBERT">subjoined</a>.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Prince Robert has wedded a gay ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He has wedded her with a ring:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prince Robert has wedded a gay ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But he darna bring her hame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Your blessing, your blessing, my mother dear!<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your blessing now grant to me!"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Instead of a blessing ye sall have my curse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And you'll get nae blessing frae me."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She has call'd upon her waiting-maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To fill a glass of wine;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She has call'd upon her fause steward,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To put rank poison in.<!-- Page 23 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She has put it to her roudes lip,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to her roudes chin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She has put it to her fause, fause mouth,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But the never a drap gaed in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He has put it to his bonny mouth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to his bonny chin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's put it to his cherry lip,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sae fast the rank poison ran in.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O ye hae poison'd your ae son, mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your ae son and your heir;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O ye hae poison'd your ae son, mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sons you'll never hae mair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O where will I get a little boy,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That will win hose and shoon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To rin sae fast to Darlinton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bid fair Eleanor come?"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up and spake a little boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That wad win hose and shoon,—<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O I'll away to Darlinton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bid fair Eleanor come."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O he has run to Darlinton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And tirled at the pin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wha was sae ready as Eleanor's sell<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To let the bonny boy in.<!-- Page 24 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Your gude-mother has made ye a rare dinour,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She's made it baith gude and fine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your gude-mother has made ye a gay dinour,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ye maun cum till her and dine."—<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It's twenty lang miles to Sillertoun town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The langest that ever were gane:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the steed it was wight, and the ladye was light,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she cam linkin' in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when she came to Sillertoun town,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And into Sillertoun ha',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The torches were burning, the ladies were mourning,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And they were weeping a'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O where is now my wedded lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And where now can he be?<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">O where is now my wedded lord?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For him I canna see."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Your wedded lord is dead," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And just gane to be laid in the clay:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your wedded lord is dead," she says,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And just gane to be buried the day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'se get nane o' his gowd, ye'se get nane o' his gear,<!-- Page 25 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'se get nae thing frae me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye'se no get an inch o' his gude braid land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though your heart suld burst in three."—<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I want nane o' his gowd, I want nane o' his gear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I want nae land frae thee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I'll hae the rings that's on his finger,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For them he did promise to me."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'se no get the rings that's on his finger,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'se no get them frae me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye'se no get the rings that's on his finger,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An your heart suld burst in three."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's turn'd her back unto the wa',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And her face unto a rock;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there, before the mother's face,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her very heart it broke.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The tane was buried in Marie's kirk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tother in Marie's quair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And out o' the tane there sprang a birk,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And out o' the tother a brier.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And thae twa met, and thae twa plat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The birk but and the brier;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by that ye may very weel ken<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They were twa lovers dear.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 26 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="EARL_ROBERT" id="EARL_ROBERT"></a>EARL ROBERT.</h3> + + +<p>"Given," says Motherwell, "from the recitation of +an old woman, a native of Bonhill, in Dumbartonshire; +and it is one of the earliest songs she remembers +of having heard chanted on the classic banks of +the Water of Leaven."—<i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 200.</p> + +<p>Another copy is noted by the same editor as containing +the following stanzas:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lord Robert and Mary Florence,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They wer twa children ying;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They were scarce seven years of age<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till luve began to spring.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord Robert loved Mary Florence,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she lov'd him above power;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he durst not for his cruel mither<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bring her intill his bower.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr /> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It's fifty miles to Sittingen's rocks,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As ever was ridden or gane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Earl Robert has wedded a wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But he dare na bring her hame.<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>And Earl Robert has wedded a wife</i>, <!-- Page 27 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>&c.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His mother, she call'd to her waiting-maid:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O bring me a pint of wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I dinna weel ken what hour of this day<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That my son Earl Robert shall dine."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's put it to her fause, fause cheek,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But an' her fause, fause chin;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's put it to her fause, fause lips;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But never a drap went in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But he's put it to his bonny cheek,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Aye and his bonny chin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's put it to his red rosy lips,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the poison went merrily down.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O where will I get a bonny boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That will win hose and shoon,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That will gang quickly to Sittingen's rocks,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bid my lady come?"<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It's out then speaks a bonny boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Earl Robert was something akin:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Many a time have I run thy errand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But this day with the tears I'll rin."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O when he cam to Sittingen's rocks,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the middle of a' the ha',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There were bells a ringing, and music playing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ladies dancing a'.<!-- Page 28 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What news, what news, my bonny boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What news have ye to me?<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is Earl Robert in very good health,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the ladies of your countrie?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O Earl Robert's in very good health,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And as weel as a man can be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But his mother this night has a drink to be druken,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And at it you must be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She called to her waiting-maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To bring her a riding weed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she called to her stable groom,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To saddle her milk-white steed.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when she came to Earl Robert's bouir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the middle of a' the ha',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There were bells a ringing and sheets down hinging,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ladies murning a'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I've come for none of his gold," she said,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Nor none of his white monie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Excepting a ring of his smallest finger,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If that you will grant me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thou'll no get none of his gold," she said.<br /></span> +<!-- Page 29 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span><span class="i2">"Nor none of his white monie;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou'll no get a ring of his smallest finger,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tho' thy heart should break in three."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She set her foot unto a stone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her back unto a tree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She set her foot unto a stone,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And her heart did break in three!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The one was buried in Mary's kirk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The other in Mary's quier;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out of the one there grew a bush,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From the other a bonnie brier.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And thir twa grew, and thir twa threw,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till thir twa craps drew near;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So all the world may plainly see<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That they lov'd each other dear.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 30 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_WEARY_COBLE_O_CARGILL" id="THE_WEARY_COBLE_O_CARGILL"></a>THE WEARY COBLE O' CARGILL.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 230.</p> + + +<p>"This local ballad, which commemorates some real +event, is given from the recitation of an old woman, +residing in the neighbourhood of Cambus Michael, +Perthshire. It possesses the elements of good poetry, +and, had it fallen into the hands of those who make no +scruple of interpolating and corrupting the text of oral +song, it might have been made, with little trouble, a +very interesting and pathetic composition.</p> + +<p>"Kercock and Balathy are two small villages on the +banks of the Tay; the latter is nearly opposite Stobhall. +According to tradition, the ill-fated hero of the ballad +had a leman in each of these places; and it was on +the occasion of his paying a visit to his Kercock love, +that the jealous dame in Balathy Toun, from a revengeful +feeling, scuttled the boat in which he was to recross +the Tay to Stobhall." <span class="smcap">Motherwell.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">David Drummond's destinie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gude man o' appearance o' Cargill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wat his blude rins in the flude,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae sair against his parents' will.<!-- Page 31 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She was the lass o' Balathy toun,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he the butler o' Stobhall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mony a time she wauked late,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To bore the coble o' Cargill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His bed was made in Kercock ha',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of gude clean sheets and of the hay;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He wudna rest ae nicht therein,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But on the prude waters he wud gae.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His bed was made in Balathy toun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the clean sheets and of the strae;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I wat it was far better made,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into the bottom o' bonnie Tay.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She bored the coble in seven pairts,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wat her heart might hae been sae sair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For there she got the bonnie lad lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' the curly locks and the yellow hair.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He put his foot into the boat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He little thocht o' ony ill:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But before that he was mid waters,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The weary coble began to fill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Woe be to the lass o' Balathy toun,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wat an ill death may she die;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For she bored the coble in seven pairts,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And let the waters perish me!<!-- Page 32 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O help, O help I can get nane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nae help o' man can to me come!"<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">This was about his dying words,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When he was choaked up to the chin.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae tell my father and my mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was naebody did me this ill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I was a-going my ain errands,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lost at the coble o' bonnie Cargill."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She bored the boat in seven pairts,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wat she bored it wi' gude will;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there they got the bonnie lad's corpse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the kirk-shot o' bonnie Cargill.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O a' the keys o' bonnie Stobha',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wat they at his belt did hing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But a' the keys of bonnie Stobha',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They now ly low into the stream.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A braver page into his age<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ne'er set a foot upon the plain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His father to his mother said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O sae sune as we've wanted him!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I wat they had mair luve than this,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When they were young and at the scule;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But for his sake she wauked late,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bored the coble o' bonnie Cargill.<!-- Page 33 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There's ne'er a clean sark gae on my back,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet a kame gae in my hair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's neither coal nor candle licht<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall shine in my bouer for ever mair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"At kirk nor market I'se ne'er be at,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet a blythe blink in my ee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's ne'er a ane shall say to anither,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That's the lassie gar'd the young man die."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Between the yetts o' bonnie Stobha',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the kirkstyle o' bonnie Cargill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is mony a man and mother's son<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That was at my luve's burial.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 34 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="OLD_ROBIN_OF_PORTINGALE" id="OLD_ROBIN_OF_PORTINGALE"></a>OLD ROBIN OF PORTINGALE.</h3> + +<p class="center">Percy's <i>Reliques of English Poetry</i>, iii. 88.</p> + + +<p>"From an ancient copy in the Editor's folio MS., +which was judged to require considerable corrections.</p> + +<p>"In the former edition the hero of this piece had +been called Sir Robin, but that title not being in the +MS. is now omitted.</p> + +<p>"Giles, steward to a rich old merchant trading to +Portugal, is qualified with the title of <i>Sir</i>, not as being +a knight, but rather, I conceive, as having received an +inferior order of priesthood." <span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let never again soe old a man<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Marrye soe yonge a wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As did old Robin of Portingale;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who may rue all the dayes of his life.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For the mayors daughter of Lin, God wott<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He chose her to his wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thought with her to have lived in love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But they fell to hate and strife.<!-- Page 35 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They scarce were in their wed-bed laid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And scarce was hee asleepe,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But upp shee rose, and forth shee goes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the steward, and gan to weepe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sleepe you, wake you, faire Sir Gyles?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or be you not within?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleepe you, wake you, faire Sir Gyles,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Arise and let me inn."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O I am waking, sweete," he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Sweete ladye, what is your will?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I have <a name="LNanchor_III_14_19" id="LNanchor_III_14_19"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_14_19" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">onbethought</a> me of a wile<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How my wed lord weel spill.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Twenty-four good knights," shee sayes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That dwell about this towne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Even twenty-four of my next cozens<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will helpe to dinge him downe."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All that beheard his litle footepage,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As he watered his masters steed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for his masters sad perille<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His verry heart did bleed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He mourned, sighed and wept full sore;<br /></span> +<!-- Page 36 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span><span class="i2">I sweare by the holy roode,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The teares he for his master wept<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were <a name="LNanchor_III_14_32" id="LNanchor_III_14_32"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_14_32" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">blent</a> water and bloude.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And that beheard his deare master<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As he stood at his garden pale:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sayes, "Ever alacke, my litle foot-page,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">What causes thee to wail?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Hath any one done to thee wronge,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Any of thy fellowes here?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or is any of thy good friends dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That thou shedst manye a teare?<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Or, if it be my head bookes-man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Aggrieved he shal bee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For no man here within my howse<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall doe wrong unto thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O it is not your head bookes-man,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor none of his degree:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, <a name="LNanchor_III_14_47" id="LNanchor_III_14_47"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_14_47" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">on to-morrow</a> ere it be noone<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All deemed to die are yee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And of that bethank your head steward,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thank your gay ladye."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If this be true, my litle foot-page,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The heyre of my land thoust bee:"<!-- Page 37 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If it be not true, my dear master,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No good death let me die:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If it be not true, thou litle foot-page,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A dead corse shalt thou bee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O call now downe my faire ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O call her downe to mee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tell my ladye gay how sicke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And like to die I bee."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Downe then came his ladye faire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All clad in purple and pall:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The rings that were on her fingers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cast light thorrow the hall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What is your will, my own wed-lord?<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"What is your will with mee?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O see, my ladye deere, how sicke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And like to die I bee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And thou be sicke, my own wed-lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Soe sore it grieveth me:<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But my five maydens and myselfe<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will make the bedde for thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And at the waking of your first sleepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We will a hott drinke make;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at the waking of your <a name="LNanchor_III_14_75" id="LNanchor_III_14_75"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_14_75" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">next</a> sleepe,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your sorrowes we will slake."<!-- Page 38 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He put a silk cote on his backe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mail of manye a fold;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hee putt a steele cap on his head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was gilt with good red gold.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He layd a bright browne sword by his side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And another att his feete:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">[And twentye good knights he placed at hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To watch him in his sleepe.]<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And about the middle time of the night,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Came twentye-four traitours inn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sir Giles he was the foremost man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The leader of that ginn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Old Robin with his bright browne sword,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sir Gyles head soon did winn;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And scant of all those twenty-four<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Went out one quick agenn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">None save only a litle foot-page,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Crept forth at a window of stone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he had two armes when he came in,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he went back with one.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Upp then came that ladie gaye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With torches burning bright;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She thought to have brought Sir Gyles a drinke,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 39 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span><span class="i2">Butt she found her owne wedd knight.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The first thinge that she stumbled on<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was Sir Gyles his foote;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sayes, "Ever alacke, and woe is mee!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here lyes my sweete hart-roote."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The next thinge that she stumbled on<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was Sir Gyles his heade;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sayes, "Ever alacke, and woe is me!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Heere lyes my true love deade."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hee cutt the pappes beside her brest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And didd her body spille;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He cutt the eares beside her heade,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bade her love her fille.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He called up then up his litle foot-page,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And made him there his heyre;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sayd, "Henceforth my worldlye goodes,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And countrie I forsweare."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_III_14_117" id="LNanchor_III_14_117"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_14_117" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">He shope the crosse on his right shoulder</a>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the white <a name="LNanchor_III_14_118" id="LNanchor_III_14_118"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_14_118" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">clothe</a> and the redde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And went him into the holy land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wheras Christ was quicke and dead.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_III_14_19" id="Linenote_III_14_19"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_14_19" title="link to line number">19</a>, unbethought.</p> + +<p>MS. <a name="Linenote_III_14_32" id="Linenote_III_14_32"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_14_32" title="link to line number">32</a>, blend.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_III_14_47" id="Linenote_III_14_47"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_14_47" title="link to line number">47</a>, or to-morrow.</p> + +<p>MS. <a name="Linenote_III_14_75" id="Linenote_III_14_75"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_14_75" title="link to line number">75</a>, first.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_III_14_117" id="Linenote_III_14_117"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_14_117" title="link to line number">117</a>. Every person who went on a Croisade to the Holy +Land usually wore a cross on his upper garment, on the right +shoulder, as a badge of his profession. Different nations +were distinguished by crosses of different colors: the English +wore white, the French red, &c. This circumstance seems +to be confounded in the ballad. <span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p> + +<p>MS. <a name="Linenote_III_14_118" id="Linenote_III_14_118"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_14_118" title="link to line number">118</a>, fleshe.</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 40 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="FAUSE_FOODRAGE" id="FAUSE_FOODRAGE"></a>FAUSE FOODRAGE.</h3> + +<p class="center">First published in <i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, iii. 220.</p> + + +<p>"This ballad has been popular in many parts of +Scotland. It is chiefly given from Mrs. Brown of +Falkland's MSS. The expression,</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p> +"The boy stared wild like a gray goss-hawk," <i>v.</i> 31,<br /> +</p></div> + +<p>strongly resembles that in <i>Hardyknute</i>,</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p> +"Norse e'en like gray goss-hawk stared wild;"<br /> +</p></div> + +<p>a circumstance which led the Editor to make the +strictest inquiry into the authenticity of the song. But +every doubt was removed by the evidence of a lady +of high rank, who not only recollected the ballad, as +having amused her infancy, but could repeat many of +the verses, particularly those beautiful stanzas from the +20th to the 25th. The Editor is, therefore, compelled +to believe, that the author of <i>Hardyknute</i> copied the +old ballad, if the coincidence be not altogether accidental." <span class="smcap">Scott.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">King Easter has courted her for her lands,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">King Wester for her fee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">King Honour for her comely face,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And for her fair bodie.<!-- Page 41 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They had not been four months married,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As I have heard them tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until the nobles of the land<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Against them did rebel.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And they cast kevils them amang,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And kevils them between;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they cast kevils them amang,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wha suld gae kill the king.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O some said yea, and some said nay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their words did not agree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till up and got him, Fause Foodrage,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And swore it suld be he.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When bells were rung, and mass was sung,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' men bound to bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">King Honour and his gay ladye<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In a high chamber were laid.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up and raise him, Fause Foodrage,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When a' were fast asleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And slew the porter in his lodge,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That watch and ward did keep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O four and twenty silver keys<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hang hie upon a pin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye as ae door he did unlock,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He has fasten'd it him behind.<!-- Page 42 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up and raise him, King Honour,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says—"What means a' this din?<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or what's the matter, Fause Foodrage,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or wha has loot you in?"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O ye my errand weel sall learn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before that I depart."—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then drew a knife, baith lang and sharp,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pierced him to the heart.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up and got the Queen hersell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fell low down on her knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O spare my life, now, Fause Foodrage!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For I never injured thee.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O spare my life, now, Fause Foodrage!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Until I lighter be!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And see gin it be lad or lass,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">King Honour has left me wi'."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O gin it be a lass," he says,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Weel nursed it sall be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But gin it be a lad bairn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He sall be hanged hie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I winna spare for his tender age,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet for his hie, hie kin;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But soon as e'er he born is,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He sall mount the gallows pin."<!-- Page 43 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span>—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O four-and-twenty valiant knights<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were set the Queen to guard;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And four stood aye at her bour door,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To keep both watch and ward.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when the time drew near an end,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That she suld lighter be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She cast about to find a wile,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To set her body free.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O she has birled these merry young men<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With the ale but and the wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until they were a' deadly drunk<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As any wild-wood swine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O narrow, narrow is this window,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And big, big am I grown!"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet through the might of Our Ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out at it she is gone.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She wander'd up, she wander'd down,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She wander'd out and in;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, at last, into the very swine's stythe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Queen brought forth a son.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then they cast kevils them amang,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which suld gae seek the Queen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the kevil fell upon Wise William,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he sent his wife for him.<!-- Page 44 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O when she saw Wise William's wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Queen fell on her knee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Win up, win up, madam!" she says:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"What needs this courtesie?"—<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O out o' this I winna rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till a boon ye grant to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To change your lass for this lad bairn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">King Honour left me wi'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And ye maun learn my gay goss-hawk<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Right weel to breast a steed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I sall learn your turtle dow<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As weel to write and read.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And ye maun learn my gay goss-hawk<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wield both bow and brand;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I sall learn your turtle dow<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To lay gowd wi' her hand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"At kirk and market when we meet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We'll dare make nae avowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But—'Dame, how does my gay goss-hawk?'<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Madame, how does my dow?'"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When days were gane, and years came on,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wise William he thought lang;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he has ta'en King Honour's son<br /></span> +<!-- Page 45 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span><span class="i2">A-hunting for to gang.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It sae fell out, at this hunting,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon a simmer's day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they came by a bonny castell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Stood on a sunny brae.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O dinna ye see that bonny castell,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' halls and towers sae fair?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gin ilka man had back his ain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of it you suld be heir."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"How I suld be heir of that castell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In sooth, I canna see;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For it belangs to Fause Foodrage,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he is na kin to me."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O gin ye suld kill him, Fause Foodrage,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You would do but what was right;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I wot he kill'd your father dear,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or ever ye saw the light.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And gin ye suld kill him, Fause Foodrage,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There is no man durst you blame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For he keeps your mother a prisoner,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she darna take ye hame."—<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The boy stared wild like a gray goss-hawk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says,—"What may a' this mean?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My boy, ye are King Honour's son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And your mother's our lawful queen."<!-- Page 46 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O gin I be King Honour's son,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">By our Ladye I swear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This night I will that traitor slay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And relieve my mother dear!"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He has set his bent bow to his breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And leaped the castell wa';<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And soon he has seized on Fause Foodrage,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wha loud for help 'gan ca'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O haud your tongue, now, Fause Foodrage,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Frae me ye shanna flee;"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Syne pierced him through the fause, fause heart,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And set his mother free.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And he has rewarded Wise William<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' the best half o' his land;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sae has he the turtle dow<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' the truth o' his right hand.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 47 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="BONNIE_ANNIE" id="BONNIE_ANNIE"></a>BONNIE ANNIE.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 123.</p> + + +<p>"There is a prevalent belief among seafaring people, +that if a person who has committed any heinous crime +be on ship-board, the vessel, as if conscious of its guilty +burden, becomes unmanageable, and will not sail till +the offender be removed: to discover whom, they +usually resort to the trial of those on board, by casting +lots; and the individual upon whom the lot falls, is +declared the criminal, it being believed that Divine +Providence interposes in this manner to point out the +guilty person."—<span class="smcap">Kinloch.</span></p> + +<p>Motherwell is inclined to think this an Irish ballad, +though popular in Scotland.</p> + +<p>With Bonnie Annie may be compared <i>Jon Rimaardsöns +Skriftemaal</i>, <i>Danske Viser</i>, ii. 220; or, <i>Herr Peders +Sjöresa, Svenska Folk-Visor</i>, ii. 31, Arwiddson, ii. +5 (translated in <i>Literature and Romance of Northern +Europe</i>, 276).</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There was a rich lord, and he lived in Forfar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He had a fair lady, and one only dochter.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O she was fair, O dear! she was bonnie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A ship's captain courted her to be his honey.<!-- Page 48 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There cam a ship's captain out owre the sea sailing,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He courted this young thing till he got her wi' bairn:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll steal your father's gowd, and your mother's money,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'll mak ye a lady in Ireland bonnie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's stown her father's gowd and her mother's money,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But she was never a lady in Ireland bonnie.<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">* * * * * * *<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There's fey fowk in our ship, she winna sail for me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's fey fowk in our ship, she winna sail for me."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They've casten black bullets twice six and forty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ae the black bullet fell on bonnie Annie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll tak me in your arms twa, lo, lift me cannie,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Throw me out owre board, your ain dear Annie."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He has tane her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her cannie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He has laid her on a bed of down, his ain dear Annie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What can a woman do, love, I'll do for ye;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Muckle can a woman do, ye canna do for me.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lay about, steer about, lay our ship cannie,<span class="linenum">21</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Do all you can to save my dear Annie."<!-- Page 49 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I've laid about, steer'd about, laid about cannie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all I can do, she winna sail for me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye'll tak her in your arms twa, lo, lift her cannie,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And throw her out owre board, your ain dear Annie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He has tane her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her cannie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He has thrown her out owre board, his ain dear Annie:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the ship sailed, bonnie Annie she swam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she was at Ireland as soon as them.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They made his love a coffin of the gowd sae yellow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_III_16_32" id="LNanchor_III_16_32"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_16_32" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">And they buried her deep on the high banks of Yarrow</a>.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_III_16_32" id="Linenote_III_16_32"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_16_32" title="link to line number">32</a>. The last two lines are derived from Motherwell, p. xcix. +The text in Kinloch is corrupt, and stands thus:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He made his love a coffin off the Goats of Yerrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And buried his bonnie love doun in a sea valley.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 50 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="WILLIAM_GUISEMAN" id="WILLIAM_GUISEMAN"></a>WILLIAM GUISEMAN.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 156.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"My name is William Guiseman,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In London I do dwell;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I have committed murder,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And that is known right well;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I have committed murder,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i4">And that is known right well,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And it's for mine offence I must die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"I lov'd a neighbour's dochter,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And with her I did lie;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I did dissemble with her<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i4">Myself to satisfy;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I did dissemble with her<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Myself to satisfy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And it's for mine offence I must die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Sae cunningly's I kept her,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i4">Until the fields war toom;<!-- Page 51 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae cunningly's I trysted her<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Unto yon shade o' broom;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And syne I took my wills o' her,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And then I flang her doun,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And it's for mine offence I must die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Sae cunningly's I killed her,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Who should have been my wife;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae cursedly's I killed her,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And with my cursed knife;<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae cursedly's I killed her,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Who should have been my wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And it's for mine offence I must die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Six days she lay in murder,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Before that she was found;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Six days she lay in murder,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Upon the cursed ground;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Six days she lay in murder,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Before that she was found,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And it's for mine offence I must die.<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"O all the neighbours round about,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">They said it had been I;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I put my foot on gude shipboard,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The county to defy;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The ship she wadna sail again,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i4">But hoisted to and fro,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And it's for mine offence I must die.<!-- Page 52 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"O up bespak the skipper-boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">I wat he spak too high;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'There's sinful men amongst us,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i4">The seas will not obey;'<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O up bespak the skipper-boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">I wat he spak too high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And it's for mine offence I must die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"O we cuist cavels us amang,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i4">The cavel fell on me;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O we cuist cavels us amang,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The cavel fell on me;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O we cuist cavels us amang,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The cavel fell on me,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And it's for mine offence I must die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"I had a loving mother<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Who of me took gret care;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She wad hae gien the gold sae red,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To have bought me from that snare;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But the gold could not be granted,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The gallows pays a share,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And it's for mine offence I must die."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 53 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_ENCHANTED_RING" id="THE_ENCHANTED_RING"></a>THE ENCHANTED RING</h3> + + +<p>Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, i. 169. +Annexed is a fragment published by Jamieson, under +the title of <i>Bonny Bee-Ho'm</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In Lauderdale I chanc'd to walk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And heard a lady's moan,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lamenting for her dearest dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And aye she cried, ohon!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sure never a maid that e'er drew breath<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had harder fate than me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd never a lad but one on earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They forc'd him to the sea.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The ale shall ne'er be brewin o' malt,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Neither by sea nor land,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">That ever mair shall cross my hause,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till my love comes to hand.<!-- Page 54 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A handsome lad wi' shoulders broad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gold yellow was his hair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">None of our Scottish youths on earth<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That with him could compare.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She thought her love was gone to sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And landed in Bahome;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he was in a quiet chamber,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hearing his lady's moan.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Why make ye all this moan, lady?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Why make ye all this moan?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I'm deep sworn on a book,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I must go to Bahome.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Traitors false for to subdue,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">O'er seas I'll make me boun',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That have trepan'd our kind Scotchmen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like dogs to ding them down."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Weell, take this ring, this royal thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose virtue is unknown;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">As lang's this ring's your body on,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your blood shall ne'er be drawn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But if this ring shall fade or stain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or change to other hue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come never mair to fair Scotland,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">If ye're a lover true."<!-- Page 55 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then this couple they did part<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With a sad heavy moan;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wind was fair, the ship was rare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They landed in Bahome.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But in that place they had not been<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A month but barely one,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till <a name="LNanchor_III_18a_43" id="LNanchor_III_18a_43"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_18a_43" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">he look'd</a> on his gay gold ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And riven was the stone.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Time after this was not expir'd<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A month but scarcely three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till black and ugly was the ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_III_18a_48" id="LNanchor_III_18a_48"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_18a_48" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">And the stone</a> was burst in three.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Fight on, fight on, you merry men all,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With you I'll fight no more;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will gang to some holy place,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Pray to the King of Glore."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then to the chapel he is gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And knelt most piteouslie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For seven days and seven nights,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till blood ran frae his knee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll take my jewels that's in Bahome,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And deal them liberallie,<!-- Page 56 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To young that cannot, and old that mannot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The blind that does not see.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Give maist to women in child-bed laid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Can neither fecht nor flee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hope she's in the heavens high,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That died for love of me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The knights they wrang their white fingers,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The ladies tore their hair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The women that ne'er had children born,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In swoon they down fell there.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But in what way the knight expir'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No tongue will e'er declare;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">So this doth end my mournful song,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From me ye'll get nae mair.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_III_18a_43" id="Linenote_III_18a_43"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_18a_43" title="link to line number">43</a>, they look'd.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_III_18a_48" id="Linenote_III_18a_48"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_18a_48" title="link to line number">48</a>, And stone.</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 57 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="BONNY_BEE-HOM" id="BONNY_BEE-HOM"></a>BONNY BEE-HO'M.</h3> + + +<p>Jamieson's <i>Popular Ballads</i>, i. 184, from Mrs. +Brown's MS., the interpolations of the editor being +omitted.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By Arthur's dale as late I went,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I heard a heavy moan;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I heard a lady lamenting sair.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ay she cried "ohon!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ohon, alas! what shall I do,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tormented night and day?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I never loved a love but ane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And now he's gone away.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But I will do for my true love<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What ladies would think sair;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For seven years shall come and gae,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ere a kaime gae in my hair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There shall neither a shoe gae on my foot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor a kaime gae in my hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor ever a coal or candle light<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shine in my bower nae mair."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She thought her love had been on sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fast sailing to Bee-Ho'm;<!-- Page 58 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he was still in a quiet chamber,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hearing his lady's moan.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Be hush'd, be hush'd, my lady dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray thee moan not so;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I am deep sworn on a book<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Bee-Ho'm for to go."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's gien him a chain o' the beaten goud,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a ring with a ruby stone:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"As lang as this chain your body binds,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your blood can never be drawn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But gin this ring should fade or fail,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or the stone should change its hue,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be sure your love is dead and gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or she has proved untrue."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">* * * * * * *<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He had not been at bonny Bee-Ho'm<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A twelvemonth and a day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till looking on his gay gold ring,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The stone grew dark and gray.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O ye tak my riches to Bee-Ho'm,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And deal them presentlie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the young that canna, the old that manna,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The blind that downa see."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now Death has come intill his bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And split his heart in twain:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sae their twa sauls flew up to heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And there shall ever remain.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 59 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_THREE_RAVENS" id="THE_THREE_RAVENS"></a>THE THREE RAVENS.</h3> + + +<p>From Ritson's <i>Ancient English Songs</i>, ii. 53. It is +there reprinted from Ravenscroft's <i>Melismata</i>, 1611. +<a href="#THE_TWA_CORBIES">Another copy follows</a>, taken from Scott's <i>Minstrelsy</i>. +Motherwell has recast the ballad in modern style, p. 7 +of his collection.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There were three ravens sat on a tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Downe, a downe, hay downe, hay downe</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There were three ravens sat on a tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a downe</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There were three ravens sat on a tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They were as blacke as they might be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a downe, derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The one of them said to his mate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Where shall we our breakefast take?"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Downe in yonder greene field,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">There lies a knight slain under his shield.<!-- Page 60 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"His hounds they lie downe at his feete,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So well they their master keepe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"His haukes they flie so eagerly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's no fowle dare him com nie."<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Downe there comes a fallow doe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As great with yong as she might goe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She lift up his bloudy hed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And kist his wounds that were so red.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She got him up upon her backe,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And carried him to earthen lake.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She buried him before the prime,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She was dead herselfe ere even-song time.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">God send every gentleman,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such haukes, such houndes, and such a leman.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 61 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_TWA_CORBIES" id="THE_TWA_CORBIES"></a>THE TWA CORBIES.</h3> + + +<p>From <i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, ii. 359. It +was communicated to Scott by Mr. Sharpe, as written +down, from tradition, by a lady.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As I was walking all alane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I heard twa corbies making a mane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tane unto the t'other say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Where sall we gang and dine to-day?"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"In behint yon auld fail dyke,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wot there lies a new-slain knight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And naebody kens that he lies there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"His hound is to the hunting gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His hawk, to fetch the wild-fowl hame,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">His lady's ta'en another mate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So we may mak our dinner sweet.<!-- Page 62 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'll pick out his bonny blue een:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Mony a one for him makes mane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But nane sall ken where he is gane:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er his white banes, when they are bare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wind sall blaw for evermair."—<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 63 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_DOWIE_DENS_OF_YARROW" id="THE_DOWIE_DENS_OF_YARROW"></a>THE DOWIE DENS OF YARROW.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, iii. 143.</p> + + +<p>"This ballad, which is a very great favourite among +the inhabitants of Ettrick Forest, is universally believed +to be founded in fact. I found it easy to collect a variety +of copies; but very difficult indeed to select from +them such a collated edition as might, in any degree, +suit the taste of 'these more light and giddy-paced +times.'</p> + +<p>"Tradition places the event, recorded in the song, +very early; and it is probable that the ballad was composed +soon afterwards, although the language has been +gradually modernized, in the course of its transmission +to us, through the inaccurate channel of oral tradition. +The bard does not relate particulars, but barely the +striking outlines of a fact, apparently so well known +when he wrote, as to render minute detail as unnecessary +as it is always tedious and unpoetical.</p> + +<p>"The hero of the ballad was a knight of great +bravery, called Scott, who is said to have resided at +Kirkhope, or Oakwood Castle, and is, in tradition, +termed the Baron of Oakwood. The estate of Kirkhope +belonged anciently to the Scotts of Harden:<!-- Page 64 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> +Oakwood is still their property, and has been so from +time immemorial. The Editor was, therefore, led to +suppose that the hero of the ballad might have been +identified with John Scott, sixth son of the Laird of +Harden, murdered in Ettrick Forest by his kinsmen, +the Scotts of Gilmanscleugh. (See notes to <i>Jamie +Telfer</i>.) This appeared the more probable, as the common +people always affirm that this young man was +treacherously slain, and that, in evidence thereof, his +body remained uncorrupted for many years; so that +even the roses on his shoes seemed as fresh as when he +was first laid in the family vault at Hassendean. But +from a passage in Nisbet's Heraldry, he now believes +the ballad refers to a duel fought at Deucharswyre, of +which Annan's Treat is a part, betwixt John Scott of +Tushielaw and his brother-in-law, Walter Scott, third +son of Robert of Thirlestane, in which the latter was +slain.</p> + +<p>"In ploughing Annan's Treat, a huge monumental +stone, with an inscription, was discovered; but being +rather scratched than engraved, and the lines being +run through each other, it is only possible to read one +or two Latin words. It probably records the event of +the combat. The person slain was the male ancestor +of the present Lord Napier.</p> + +<p>"Tradition affirms, that the hero of the song (be +he who he may) was murdered by the brother, either +of his wife or betrothed bride. The alleged cause of +malice was the lady's father having proposed to endow +her with half of his property, upon her marriage with +a warrior of such renown. The name of the murderer +is said to have been Annan, and the place of combat is +still called Annan's Treat. It is a low muir, on the<!-- Page 65 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> +banks of the Yarrow, lying to the west of Yarrow Kirk. +Two tall unhewn masses of stone are erected, about +eighty yards distant from each other; and the least +child, that can herd a cow, will tell the passenger, that +there lie 'the two lords, who were slain in single +combat.'</p> + +<p>"It will be, with many readers, the greatest recommendation +of these verses, that they are supposed to +have suggested to Mr. Hamilton of Bangour, the modern +ballad, beginning,</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p> +'Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride.'<br /> +</p></div> + +<p>"A fragment, apparently regarding the story of the +following ballad, but in a different measure, occurs in +Mr. Herd's MS., and runs thus:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'When I look east, my heart is sair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when I look west, it's mair and mair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For then I see the braes o' Yarrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there, for aye, I lost my marrow.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>We have added an uncollated copy from Buchan's +<i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>. Another is furnished +by Motherwell, <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 252. Some of Scott's +verses are also found in Herd's fragment, (<i>Scottish +Songs</i>, i. 202,) and Buchan's <i>Haughs o' Yarrow</i>, ii. 211. +<i>The Dowy Den</i>, in Evans's collection, iii. 342, is the +<i>caput mortuum</i> of this spirited ballad.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Late at e'en, drinking the wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ere they paid the lawing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They set a combat them between,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To fight it in the dawing.<!-- Page 66 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O stay at hame, my noble lord,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">O stay at hame, my marrow!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My cruel brother will you betray<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the dowie houms of Yarrow."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O fare ye weel, my ladye gaye!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O fare ye weel, my Sarah!<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I maun gae, though I ne'er return<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Frae the dowie banks o' Yarrow."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She kiss'd his cheek, she kaim'd his hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As oft she had done before, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She belted him with his noble brand,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he's away to Yarrow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As he gaed up <a name="LNanchor_III_20a_17" id="LNanchor_III_20a_17"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_20a_17" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">the Tennies</a> bank,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wot he gaed wi' sorrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till, down in a den, he spied nine arm'd men,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the dowie houms of Yarrow.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O come ye here to part your land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bonnie Forest thorough?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or come ye here to wield your brand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the dowie houms of Yarrow?"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I come not here to part my land,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And neither to beg nor borrow;<!-- Page 67 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I come to wield my noble brand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the bonnie banks of Yarrow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If I see all, ye're nine to ane;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And that's an unequal marrow;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet will I fight, while lasts my brand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the bonnie banks of Yarrow."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Four has he hurt, and five has slain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the bloody braes of Yarrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till that stubborn knight came him behind,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ran his body thorough.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae hame, gae hame, good-brother John,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And tell your sister Sarah,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To come and lift her leafu' lord;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He's sleepin sound on Yarrow."—<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yestreen I dream'd a dolefu' dream;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I fear there will be sorrow!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I dream'd I pu'd the heather green,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' my true love, on Yarrow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O gentle wind, that bloweth south,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">From where my love repaireth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Convey a kiss from his dear mouth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And tell me how he fareth!<!-- Page 68 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But in the glen strive armed men;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They've wrought me dole and sorrow;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">They've slain—the comeliest knight they've slain—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He bleeding lies on Yarrow."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As she sped down yon high high hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She gaed wi' dole and sorrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in the den spied ten slain men,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the dowie banks of Yarrow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She kissed his cheek, she kaim'd his hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She searched his wounds all thorough,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She kiss'd them, till her lips grew red,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the dowie houms of Yarrow.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now haud your tongue, my daughter dear!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a' this breeds but sorrow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll wed ye to a better lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than him ye lost on Yarrow."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O haud your tongue, my father dear!<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye mind me but of sorrow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fairer rose did never bloom<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than now lies cropp'd on Yarrow."<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_III_20a_17" id="Linenote_III_20a_17"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_20a_17" title="link to line number">17</a>. <i>The Tennies</i> is the name of a farm of the Duke of +Buccleuch's, a little below Yarrow Kirk.</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 69 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_BRAES_O_YARROW" id="THE_BRAES_O_YARROW"></a>THE BRAES O' YARROW.</h3> + + +<p>From Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, +ii. 203. Repeated in the xviith volume of the Percy +Society Publications.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ten lords sat drinking at the wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Intill a morning early;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There fell a combat them among,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It must be fought,—nae parly.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O stay at hame, my ain gude lord,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">O stay, my ain dear marrow."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Sweetest min', I will be thine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And dine wi' you to-morrow."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's kiss'd his lips, and comb'd his hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she had done before, O;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gied him a brand down by his side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he is on to Yarrow.<!-- Page 70 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As he gaed ower yon dowie knowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As aft he'd dune before, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nine armed men lay in a den,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upo' the braes o' Yarrow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O came ye here to hunt or hawk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As ye hae dune before, O?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or came ye here to wiel' your brand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upo' the braes o' Yarrow?"<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I came na here to hunt nor hawk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As I hae dune before, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I came here to wiel' my brand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon the braes o' Yarrow."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Four he hurt, and five he slew,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till down it fell himsell, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There stood a fause lord him behin',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who thrust him thro' body and mell, O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae hame, gae hame, my brother John,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And tell your sister sorrow;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your mother to come take up her son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Aff o' the braes o' Yarrow."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As he gaed ower yon high, high hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As he had dune before, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There he met his sister dear,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Came rinnin fast to Yarrow.<!-- Page 71 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I dreamt a dream last night," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I wish it binna sorrow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_III_20b_39" id="LNanchor_III_20b_39"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_20b_39" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">I dreamt I was pu'ing the heather green</a>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upo' the braes o' Yarrow."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll read your dream, sister," he says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I'll read it into sorrow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye're bidden gae take up your love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He's sleeping sound on Yarrow."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's torn the ribbons frae her head,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">They were baith thick and narrow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's kilted up her green claithing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she's awa' to Yarrow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's taen him in her arms twa,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gien him kisses thorough,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wi' her tears she bath'd his wounds,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upo' the braes o' Yarrow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her father looking ower his castle wa',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beheld his daughter's sorrow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O had your tongue, daughter," he says,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And let be a' your sorrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll wed you wi' a better lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than he that died on Yarrow."<!-- Page 72 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O had your tongue, father," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And let be till to-morrow;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A better lord there cou'dna be<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than he that died on Yarrow."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She kiss'd his lips, and comb'd his hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she had dune before, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then wi' a crack her heart did brack,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon the braes o' Yarrow.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_III_20b_39" id="Linenote_III_20b_39"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_20b_39" title="link to line number">39</a>. To dream of any thing green is regarded in Scotland +as unlucky.</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 73 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="SIR_JAMES_THE_ROSE" id="SIR_JAMES_THE_ROSE"></a>SIR JAMES THE ROSE.</h3> + + +<p>Pinkerton first published this piece in his <i>Scottish +Tragic Ballads</i>, p. 61. In a note, it is said to have +been taken "from a modern edition in one sheet, 12mo. +after the old copy." Motherwell gives another version +"as it occurs in early stall prints," (<i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 321,) +and suspects a few conjectural emendations in Pinkerton's +text. The passage from v. 51 to v. 59 is apparently +defective, and has, probably, been tampered +with; but Pinkerton's copy is on the whole much +better than Motherwell's, or than Whitelaw's, (<i>Scottish +Ballads</i>, 39,) which professes to be given chiefly from +oral recitations.</p> + +<p>Michael Bruce's <i>Sir James the Rose</i> will be found in +another part of this collection. In Caw's <i>Museum</i> +(p. 290) is a ballad in the worst possible taste, styled +<i>Elfrida and Sir James of Perth</i>, which seems to be a +mere disfiguration of Bruce's.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O heard ye o' Sir James the Rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The young heir o' Buleighan?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For he has kill'd a gallant squire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whase friends are out to tak him.<!-- Page 74 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now he has gane to the house o' Mar,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whar nane might seik to find him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see his dear he did repair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weining she wold befreind him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Whar are ye gaing Sir James," she said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O whar awa are ye riding?"<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I maun be bound to a foreign land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And now I'm under hiding.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Whar sall I gae, whar sall I rin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whar sall I rin to lay me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I ha kill'd a gallant squire,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And his friends seik to slay me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O gae ye down to yon laigh house,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I sall pay there your lawing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as I am your leman trew,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll meet ye at the dawing."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He turned him richt and round about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And rowd him in his brechan:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And laid him doun to tak a sleip,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the lawlands o' Buleighan.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He was nae weil gane out o' sicht,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor was he past Milstrethen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whan four and twenty belted knichts<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cam riding owr the Leathen.<!-- Page 75 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O ha ye seen Sir James the Rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The young heir o' Buleighan?<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For he has kill'd a gallant squire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And we are sent to tak him."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yea, I ha seen Sir James," she said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"He past by here on Monday;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gin the steed be swift that he rides on,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He's past the Hichts of Lundie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But as wi speid they rade awa,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She leudly cryd behind them;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Gin ye'll gie me a worthy meid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll tell ye whar to find him."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O tell fair maid, and on our band,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'se get his purse and brechan."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He's in the bank aboon the mill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the lawlands o' Buleighan."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Than out and spak Sir John the Graham,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who had the charge a keiping,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"It's neer be said, my stalwart feres,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We kill'd him whan a sleiping."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They seized his braid sword and his targe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And closely him surrounded:<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O pardon! mercy! gentlemen,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He then fou loudly sounded.<!-- Page 76 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sic as ye gae, sic ye sall hae,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nae grace we shaw to thee can."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Donald my man, wait till I fa,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ye sall hae my brechan;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye'll get my purse thouch fou o' gowd<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To tak me to Loch Lagan."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Syne they take out his bleiding heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And set it on a speir;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then tuke it to the house o' Mar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And shawd it to his deir.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"We cold nae gie Sir James's purse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We cold nae gie his brechan;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ye sall ha his bleeding heart,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bot and his bleeding tartan."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sir James the Rose, O for thy sake<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My heart is now a breaking,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Curs'd be the day I wrocht thy wae,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou brave heir of Buleighan!"<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up she raise, and furth she gaes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And, in that hour o' tein,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She wanderd to the dowie glen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And nevir mair was sein.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 77 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="GRAEME_AND_BEWICK" id="GRAEME_AND_BEWICK"></a>GRÆME AND BEWICK.</h3> + + +<p>From <i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, iii. 69. A +single improved reading is adopted from a Newcastle +chap-book.</p> + +<p>"Given, in the first edition, from the recitation of a +gentleman, who professed to have forgotten some verses. +These have, in the present edition, been partly restored, +from a copy obtained by the recitation of an +ostler in Carlisle, which has also furnished some slight +alterations."</p> + +<p>"The ballad is remarkable, as containing, probably, +the very latest allusion to the institution of brotherhood +in arms, which was held so sacred in the days of +chivalry, and whose origin may be traced up to the +Scythian ancestors of Odin." <span class="smcap">Scott.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gude Lord Græme is to Carlisle gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sir Robert Bewick there met he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And arm in arm to the wine they did go,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And they drank till they were baith merrie.<!-- Page 78 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gude Lord Græme has ta'en up the cup,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Sir Robert Bewick, and here's to thee!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And here's to our twae sons at hame!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For they like us best in our ain countrie."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O were your son a lad like mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And learn'd some books that he could read,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">They might hae been twae brethren bauld,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And they might hae bragged the Border side.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But your son's a lad, and he is but bad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And billie to my son he canna be;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">* * * * * * *<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"<a name="LNanchor_III_22_15" id="LNanchor_III_22_15"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_22_15" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">I sent</a> him to the schools, and he wadna learn;<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_III_22_16" id="LNanchor_III_22_16"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_22_16" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">I bought</a> him books, and he wadna read;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But my blessing shall he never earn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till I see how his arm can defend his head."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gude Lord Græme has a reckoning call'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A reckoning then called he;<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he paid a crown, and it went roun',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was all for the gude wine <a name="LNanchor_III_22_22" id="LNanchor_III_22_22"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_22_22" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">and free</a>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And he has to the stable gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where there stude thirty steeds and three;<!-- Page 79 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's ta'en his ain horse amang them a',<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hame he rade sae manfullie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Welcome, my auld father!" said Christie Græme,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"But where sae lang frae hame were ye?"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"It's I hae been at Carlisle town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a baffled man by thee I be.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I hae been at Carlisle town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where Sir Robert Bewick, he met me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He says ye're a lad, and ye are but bad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And billie to his son ye canna be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I sent ye to the schools, and ye wadna learn;<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I bought ye books, and ye wadna read;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Therefore my blessing ye shall never earn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till I see with Bewick thou save thy head."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now, God forbid, my auld father,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ever sic a thing suld be!<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_III_22_41" id="LNanchor_III_22_41"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_22_41" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Billie Bewick was my master, and I was his scholar</a>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And aye sae weel as he learned me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O hald thy tongue, thou limmer loon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And of thy talking let me be!<!-- Page 80 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">If thou does na end me this quarrel soon,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">There is my glove, I'll fight wi' thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then Christie Græme he stooped low<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unto the ground, you shall understand;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O father, put on your glove again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The wind has blown it from your hand?"<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What's that thou says, thou limmer loon?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How dares thou stand to speak to me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If thou do not end this quarrel soon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There's my right hand thou shalt fight with me."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then Christie Græme's to his chamber gane,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To consider weel what then should be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether he should fight with his auld father,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or with his billie Bewick, he.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If I suld kill my billie dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">God's blessing I shall never win;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But if I strike at my auld father,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I think 'twald be a mortal sin.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But if I kill my billie dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It is God's will, so let it be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I make a vow, ere I gang frae hame,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I shall be the next man's die."<!-- Page 81 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he's put on's back a gude auld jack,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And on his head a cap of steel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sword and buckler by his side;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O gin he did not become them weel!<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We'll leave off talking of Christie Græme,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And talk of him again belive;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And we will talk of bonny Bewick,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where he was teaching his scholars five.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he had taught them well to fence,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And handle swords without any doubt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He took his sword under his arm,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he walk'd his father's close about.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He look'd atween him and the sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' to see what there might be,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he spied a man in armour bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was riding that way most hastilie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O wha is yon, that came this way,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae hastilie that hither came?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I think it be my brother dear,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I think it be young Christie Græme.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye're welcome here, my billie dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thrice ye're welcome unto me!"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But I'm wae to say, I've seen the day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When I am come to fight wi' thee.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<!-- Page 82 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My father's gane to Carlisle town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' your father Bewick there met he:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He says I'm a lad, and I am but bad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a baffled man I trow I be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"He sent me to schools, and I wadna learn;<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He gae me books, and I wadna read;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sae my father's blessing I'll never earn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till he see how my arm can guard my head."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O God forbid, my billie dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ever such a thing suld be!<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">We'll take three men on either side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And see if we can our fathers agree."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O hald thy tongue, now, billie Bewick,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And of thy talking let me be!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But if thou'rt a man, as I'm sure thou art,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come o'er the dyke, and fight wi' me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"<a name="LNanchor_III_22_107" id="LNanchor_III_22_107"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_22_107" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">But I hae nae harness, billie, on my back</a>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As weel I see there is on thine."<!-- Page 83 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span>—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But as little harness as is on thy back,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As little, billie, shall be on mine."—<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he's thrown aff his coat o' mail,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His cap of steel away flung he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He stuck his spear into the ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he tied his horse unto a tree.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then Bewick has thrown aff his cloak,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And's psalter-book frae's hand flung he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He laid his hand upon the dyke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ower he lap most manfullie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O they hae fought for twae lang hours;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When twae lang hours were come and gane,<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sweat drapp'd fast frae aff them baith,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But a drap of blude could not be seen.<!-- Page 84 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Till Græme gae Bewick an ackward stroke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ane ackward stroke strucken sickerlie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He has hit him under the left breast,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And dead-wounded to the ground fell he.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Rise up, rise up, now, billie dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Arise and speak three words to me!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether thou's gotten thy deadly wound,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or if God and good leeching may succour thee?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O horse, O horse, now, billie Græme,<span class="linenum">131</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And get thee far from hence with speed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And get thee out of this country,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That none may know who has done the deed."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O I have slain thee, billie Bewick,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">If this be true thou tellest to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I made a vow, ere I came frae hame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That aye the next man I wad be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He has pitch'd his sword in a moodie-hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he has leap'd twenty lang feet and three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on his ain sword's point he lap,<span class="linenum">141</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And dead upon the ground fell he.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Twas then came up Sir Robert Bewick,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And his brave son alive saw he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Rise up, rise up, my son," he said,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"For I think ye hae gotten the victorie."<!-- Page 85 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O hald your tongue, my father dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of your prideful talking let me be!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye might hae drunken your wine in peace,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And let me and my billie be.<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae dig a grave, baith wide and deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a grave to hald baith him and me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But lay Christie Græme on the sunny side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For I'm sure he wan the victorie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Alack! a wae!" auld Bewick cried,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Alack! was I not much to blame?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm sure I've lost the liveliest lad<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That e'er was born unto my name."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Alack! a wae!" quo' gude Lord Græme,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I'm sure I hae lost the deeper lack!<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I durst hae ridden the Border through,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had Christie Græme been at my back.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Had I been led through Liddesdale,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thirty horsemen guarding me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Christie Græme been at my back,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae soon as he had set me free!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I've lost my hopes, I've lost my joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I've lost the key but and the lock;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I durst hae ridden the world round,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had Christie Græme been at my back."<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_III_22_15" id="Linenote_III_22_15"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_22_15" title="link to line number">15</a>, Scott, Ye sent;</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_III_22_16" id="Linenote_III_22_16"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_22_16" title="link to line number">16</a>, Ye bought.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_III_22_22" id="Linenote_III_22_22"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_22_22" title="link to line number">22</a>. Newcastle C. B., and hay.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_III_22_41" id="Linenote_III_22_41"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_22_41" title="link to line number">41</a>, 42.</p> +<div class="blockquot"> +<p> +Shall I venture my body in field to fight<br /> +With a man that's faith and troth to me?<br /> +<br /> +N. C. B.<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p><a name="Linenote_III_22_107" id="Linenote_III_22_107"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_22_107" title="link to line number">107</a>-118. Instead of this passage, the Newcastle copy has +the following stanzas:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He flang his cloak from off his shoulders,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His psalm-book from his pouch flang he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He clapped his hand upon the hedge,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And o'er lap he right wantonly.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When Graham did see his bully come,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The salt tears stood long in his ee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Now needs must I say thou art a man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That dare venture thy body to fight with me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Nay, I have a harness on my back;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I know that thou hast none on thine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But as little as thou hast on thy back,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As little shall there be on mine."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He flang his jacket from off his back,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His cap of steel from his head flang he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's taken his spear into his hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He's ty'd his horse unto a tree.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 86 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_LAMENT_OF_THE_BORDER_WIDOW" id="THE_LAMENT_OF_THE_BORDER_WIDOW"></a>THE LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, iii. 94.</p> + + +<p>This fragment was obtained from recitation in +Ettrick Forest, where it is said to refer to the execution +of Cockburne, of Henderland, a freebooter, +hanged by James V. over the gate of his own tower. +There is another version in Johnson's <i>Museum</i>, (<i>Oh +Ono Chrio</i>, p. 90,) which, Dr. Blacklock informed +Burns, was composed on the massacre of Glencoe. +But in fact, these verses seem to be, as Motherwell has +remarked, only a portion (expanded, indeed,) of <i>The +Famous Flower of Serving Men</i>: see vol. iv. p. 174.</p> + +<p>There are some verbal differences between Scott's +copy and the one in Chambers's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, i. 174.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My love he built me a bonny bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And clad it a' wi' lilye flour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A brawer bower ye ne'er did see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than my true love he built for me.<!-- Page 87 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There came a man, by middle day,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He spied his sport, and went away;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And brought the King that very night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who brake my bower, and slew my knight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He slew my knight, to me sae dear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He slew my knight, and poin'd his gear;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My servants all for life did flee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And left me in extremitie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I sew'd his sheet, making my mane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I watch'd the corpse, myself alane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I watch'd his body, night and day;<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">No living creature came that way.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I tuk his body on my back,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I digg'd a grave, and laid him in,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And happ'd him with the sod sae green.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But think na ye my heart was sair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I laid the moul' on his yellow hair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O think na ye my heart was wae,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I turn'd about, away to gae?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nae living man I'll love again,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since that my lovely knight is slain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wi' ae lock of his yellow hair<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll chain my heart for ever mair.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 88 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="YOUNG_WATERS" id="YOUNG_WATERS"></a>YOUNG WATERS.</h3> + + +<p>First published on an octavo sheet, by Lady Jean +Home, about the middle of the last century, and from +this copy reprinted in Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, (ii. 227.) +Buchan has a version (i. 15) twenty-five stanzas +longer than the present, which is given in our Appendix. +This ballad has been supposed to refer to +the fate of the Earl of Murray, (see <i>post</i>, <i>The Bonny +Earl of Murray</i>.) The additional circumstances furnished +by Buchan's copy, however, have led Chambers +to suggest that the unfortunate hero was Walter Stuart, +second son of the Duke of Albany. In support of his +conjecture, he adduces "the name, which may be a +corruption of Walter; the mention of the Heading +(beheading) Hill of Stirling, which is known to have +been the very scene of Walter Stuart's execution; the +relationship which Young Waters claims with the king; +and the sympathy expressed by the people, in the last +verse, for the fate of the young knight, which exactly +tallies with what is told us by the Scottish historians, +regarding the popular feeling expressed in favour of<!-- Page 89 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> +the numerous nobles and princes of his own blood, +whom the king saw it necessary to sacrifice." We do +not consider these coincidences sufficient to establish +the historical character of the piece.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">About Zule, quhen the wind blew cule,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the round tables began,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A'! there is cum to our kings court<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mony a well-favourd man.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The queen luikt owre the castle wa',<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beheld baith dale and down,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then she saw zoung Waters<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cum riding to the town.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His footmen they did rin before,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His horsemen rade behind;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ane mantel of the burning gowd<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did keip him frae the wind.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gowden graith'd his horse before,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And siller shod behind;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The horse zoung Waters rade upon<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was fleeter than the wind.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But then spake a wylie lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unto the queen said he:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O tell me quha's the fairest face<br /></span> +<!-- Page 90 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span><span class="i2">Rides in the company?"<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I've sene lord, and I've sene laird,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And knights of high degree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bot a fairer face than zoung Waters<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mine eyne did never see."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out then spaek the jealous king<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">(And an angry man was he):<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O if he had been twice as fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Zou micht have excepted me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Zou're neither laird nor lord," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Bot the king that wears the crown;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is not a knight in fair Scotland,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bot to thee maun bow down."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For a' that she could do or say,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Appeasd he wade nae bee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bot for the words which she had said,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Zoung Waters he maun dee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They hae taen zoung Waters, and<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Put fetters to his feet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They hae taen zoung Waters, and<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thrown him in dungeon deep.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Aft I have ridden thro' Stirling town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the wind bot and the weit;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bot I neir rade thro' Stirling town<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' fetters at my feet.<!-- Page 91 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Aft have I ridden thro' Stirling town,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the wind bot and the rain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bot I neir rade thro' Stirling town<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Neir to return again."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They hae taen to the heiding-hill<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His zoung son in his craddle;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they hae taen to the heiding-hill<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His horse bot and his saddle.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They hae taen to the heiding-hill<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His lady fair to see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for the words the queen had spoke<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Zoung Waters he did dee.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 92 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="BONNIE_GEORGE_CAMPBELL" id="BONNIE_GEORGE_CAMPBELL"></a>BONNIE GEORGE CAMPBELL.</h3> + +<p class="center">Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 44.</p> + + +<p>This, says Motherwell, "is probably a lament for +one of the adherents of the house of Argyle, who fell +in the battle of Glenlivat, stricken on Thursday, the +third day of October, 1594 years." It is printed, +somewhat differently, in Smith's <i>Scottish Minstrel</i>, v. +42. Finlay gives eight lines of this ballad in the +Preface to his first volume, p. xxxiii.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hie upon Hielands,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And low upon Tay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bonnie George Campbell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rade out on a day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saddled and bridled<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gallant rade he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hame cam his gude horse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But never cam he!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out cam his auld mither<br /></span> +<!-- Page 93 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span><span class="i2">Greeting fu' sair,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And out cam his bonnie bride<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rivin' her hair.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saddled and bridled<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And booted rade he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Toom hame cam the saddle,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But never cam he!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My meadow lies green,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And my corn is unshorn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My barn is to big,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And my babie's unborn."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saddled and bridled<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And booted rade he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Toom hame cam the saddle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But never cam he!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 94 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="LAMKIN" id="LAMKIN"></a>LAMKIN.</h3> + + +<p>The following is believed to be a correct account +of the various printed forms of this extremely popular +ballad. In the second edition of Herd's <i>Scottish Songs</i> +(1776) appeared a fragment of eighteen stanzas, called +<i>Lammikin</i>, embellished in a puerile style by some modern +hand. Jamieson published the story in a complete +and authentic shape in his <i>Popular Ballads</i>, in 1806. +Finlay's collection (1808) furnishes us with two more +copies, the first of which (ii. 47) is made up in part of +Herd's fragment, and the second (ii. 57) taken from +a MS. "written by an old lady." Another was given, +from recitation, in Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, (1827,) +with the more intelligible title of <i>Lambert Linkin</i>. An +English fragment, called <i>Long Lonkin</i>, taken down +from the recitation of an old woman, is said to have +been inserted by Miss Landon, in the <i>Drawing-Room +Scrap-Book</i>, for 1837. This was republished in Richardson's +<i>Borderer's Table-Book</i>, 1846, vol. viii. 410, and +the editor of that miscellany, who ought to have learned +to be skeptical in such matters, urges the circumstantial +character of local tradition as strong evidence that the +real scene of the cruel history was in Northumberland.<!-- Page 95 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> +Lastly, we have to note a version resembling Motherwell's, +styled <i>Bold Rankin</i>, printed in <i>A New Book of +Old Ballads</i>, (p. 73,) and in Whitelaw's <i>Book of Scottish +Ballads</i>, (p. 246,) and an imperfect ballad (<i>Long +Lankyn</i>) in <i>Notes and Queries</i>, New Series, ii. 324.</p> + +<p>We have printed Jamieson's, <a href="#LAMBERT_LINKIN">Motherwell's</a>, <a href="#LAMMIKIN_See_p_94">the longer +of Finlay's versions</a>, and <a href="#LONG_LONKIN_See_p_94">the English fragment</a>: the +last two in the Appendix. The following is from +Jamieson's <i>Popular Ballads</i>, i. 176. "This piece was +transmitted to the Editor by Mrs. Brown."</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O pay me now, Lord Wearie;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come, pay me out o' hand."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I canna pay you, Lamkin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unless I sell my land."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O gin ye winna pay me,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I here sall mak a vow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before that ye come hame again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye sall ha'e cause to rue."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lord Wearie got a bonny ship,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To sail the saut sea faem;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bade his lady weel the castle keep,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ay till he should come hame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But the nourice was a fause limmer<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As e'er hung on a tree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She laid a plot wi' Lamkin,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whan her lord was o'er the sea.<!-- Page 96 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She laid a plot wi' Lamkin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When the servants were awa';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loot him in at a little shot window,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And brought him to the ha'.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O whare's a' the men o' this house,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ca' me Lamkin?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"They're at the barn well thrashing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Twill be lang ere they come in."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And whare's the women o' this house,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ca' me Lamkin?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"They're at the far well washing;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Twill be lang ere they come in."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And whare's the bairns o' this house,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ca' me Lamkin?"<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"They're at the school reading;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Twill be night or they come hame."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O whare's the lady o' this house,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ca's me Lamkin?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"She's up in her bower sewing,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But we soon can bring her down."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then Lamkin's tane a sharp knife,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That hang down by his gaire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he has gi'en the bonny babe<br /></span> +<!-- Page 97 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span><span class="i2">A deep wound and a sair.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then Lamkin he rocked,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the fause nourice sang,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till frae ilkae bore o' the cradle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The red blood out sprang.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out it spak the lady,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she stood on the stair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"What ails my bairn, nourice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That he's greeting sae sair?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O still my bairn, nourice;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O still him wi' the pap!"<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He winna still, lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For this, nor for that."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O still my bairn, nourice;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O still him wi' the wand!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He winna still, lady,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a' his father's land."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O still my bairn, nourice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O still him wi' the bell!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He winna still, lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till ye come down yoursel."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O the firsten step she steppit,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She steppit on a stane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the neisten step she steppit,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She met him, Lamkin.<!-- Page 98 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O mercy, mercy, Lamkin!<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ha'e mercy upon me!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though you've ta'en my young son's life,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye may let mysel be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O sall I kill her, nourice?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or sall I lat her be?"<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O kill her, kill her, Lamkin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For she ne'er was good to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O scour the bason, nourice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mak it fair and clean,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For to keep this lady's heart's blood,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For she's come o' noble kin."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There need nae bason, Lamkin;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lat it run through the floor;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What better is the heart's blood<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O' the rich than o' the poor?"<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But ere three months were at an end,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lord Wearie came again;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But dowie dowie was his heart<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When first he came hame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O wha's blood is this," he says,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That lies in the châmer?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"It is your lady's heart's blood;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis as clear as the lamer."<!-- Page 99 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And wha's blood is this," he says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That lies in my ha'?"<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"It is your young son's heart's blood;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis the clearest ava."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O sweetly sang the black-bird<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sat upon the tree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But sairer grat Lamkin,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">When he was condemn'd to die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And bonny sang the mavis<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out o' the thorny brake;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But sairer grat the nourice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When she was tied to the stake.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 100 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="LAMBERT_LINKIN" id="LAMBERT_LINKIN"></a>LAMBERT LINKIN.</h3> + + +<p>"The present copy is given from recitation, and +though it could have received additions, and perhaps +improvements, from another copy, obtained from a +similar source, and of equal authenticity, in his possession, +the Editor did not like to use a liberty which is +liable to much abuse. To some, the present set of the +ballad may be valuable, as handing down both name +and nickname of the revengeful builder of Prime +Castle; for there can be little doubt that the epithet +<i>Linkin</i> Mr. Lambert acquired from the secrecy and +address with which he insinuated himself into that +notable strength. Indeed, all the names of Lammerlinkin, +Lammikin, Lamkin, Lankin, Linkin, Belinkin, +can easily be traced out as abbreviations of Lambert +Linkin. In the present set of the ballad, Lambert +Linkin and Belinkin are used indifferently, as the +measure of the verse may require; in the other recited +copy, to which reference has been made, it is Lammerlinkin +and Lamkin; and the nobleman for whom +he "built a house" is stated to be "Lord Arran." No +allusion, however, is made here to the name of the<!-- Page 101 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> +owner of Prime Castle. Antiquaries, peradventure, +may find it as difficult to settle the precise locality of +this fortalice, as they have found it to fix the topography +of Troy." Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 291.</p> + +<p>In Finlay's second copy, the murderer's name is Balcanqual, +"which," observes the editor, "is an ancient +Scottish surname, and is sometimes corrupted, for the +more agreeable sound, into Beluncan." It is more +likely that Belinkin has suggested Balcanqual, than +that Balcanqual has been corrupted into Lamkin.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Belinkin was as gude a mason<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As e'er pickt a stane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He built up Prime Castle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But payment gat nane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The lord said to his lady,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">When he was going abroad,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O beware of Belinkin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For he lyes in the wood."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The gates they were bolted,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Baith outside and in;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">At the sma' peep of a window<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Belinkin crap in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gude morrow, gude morrow,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said Lambert Linkin.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Gude morrow to yoursell, sir,"<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said the fause nurse to him.<!-- Page 102 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O whare is your gude lord?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said Lambert Linkin.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He's awa to New England,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To meet with his king."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O where is his auld son?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said Lambert Linkin.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He's awa to buy pearlings,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gin our lady ly in."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Then she'll never wear them,"<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said Lambert Linkin.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And that is nae pity,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said the fause nurse to him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O where is your lady?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said Lambert Linkin.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"She's in her bouir sleepin',"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said the fause nurse to him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"How can we get at her?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said Lambert Linkin.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Stab the babe to the heart<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' a silver bo'kin."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"That wud be a pity,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said Lambert Linkin.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Nae pity, nae pity,"<br /></span> +<!-- Page 103 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span><span class="i2">Said the fause nurse to him.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Belinkin he rocked,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the fause nurse she sang,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till a' the <a name="LNanchor_III_26b_43" id="LNanchor_III_26b_43"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_26b_43" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">tores</a> o' the cradle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' the red blude down ran.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O still my babe, nurice,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">O still him wi' the knife."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He'll no be still, lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tho' I lay down my life."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O still my babe, nurice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O still him wi' the kame."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He'll no be still, lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till his daddy come hame."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O still my babe, nurice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O still him wi' the bell."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He'll no be still, lady,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till ye come down yoursell."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It's how can I come doun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This cauld frosty nicht,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Without e'er a coal<br /></span> +<!-- Page 104 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span><span class="i2">Or a clear candle licht?"<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There's twa smocks in your coffer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As white as a swan;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Put ane o' them about you,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It will shew you licht doun."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She took ane o' them about her,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And came tripping doun;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But as soon as she viewed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Belinkin was in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gude morrow, gude morrow,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said Lambert Linkin.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Gude morrow to yoursell, sir,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said the lady to him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O save my life, Belinkin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till my husband come back,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'll gie ye as much red gold<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As ye'll haud in your hat."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll not save your life, lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till your husband come back,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' you wud gie me as much red gold<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As I could haud in a sack.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Will I kill her?" quo' Belinkin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Will I kill her, or let her be?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"You may kill her," said the fause nurse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"She was ne'er gude to me;<!-- Page 105 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ye'll be laird o' the Castle,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I'll be ladye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he cut aff her head<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fra her lily breast bane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he hung 't up in the kitchen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It made a' the ha' shine.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The lord sat in England<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A-drinking the wine:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I wish a' may be weel<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' my lady at hame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the rings o' my fingers<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">They're now burst in twain!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He saddled his horse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he came riding doun;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But as soon as he viewed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Belinkin was in.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He hadna weel stepped<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Twa steps up the stair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he saw his pretty young son<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lying dead on the floor.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He hadna weel stepped<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Other twa up the stair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he saw his pretty lady<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lying dead in despair.<!-- Page 106 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He hanged Belinkin<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out over the gate;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he burnt the fause nurice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Being under the grate.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_III_26b_43" id="Linenote_III_26b_43"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_26b_43" title="link to line number">43</a>. <i>Tores.</i> The projections or knobs at the corners of +old-fashioned cradles, and the ornamented balls commonly +found surmounting the backs of old chairs. <span class="smcap">Motherwell.</span></p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 107 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_LAIRD_OF_WARISTOUN" id="THE_LAIRD_OF_WARISTOUN"></a>THE LAIRD OF WARISTOUN.</h3> + + +<p>Jamieson and <a href="#LAIRD_OF_WARIESTOUN" title="link to Kinlock's version">Kinloch</a> have each published a highly +dramatic fragment of this terrible story. Both of these +are here given, and in the Appendix may be seen +<a href="#THE_LAIRD_OF_WARISTOUN_See_p_107" title="link to Buchan's version">Buchan's</a> more extensive, but far less poetical version. +With this last, we have printed Mr. Chambers's +account of the events on which these ballads are +founded.</p> + +<p>Jamieson's copy was taken down by Sir Walter +Scott, from the recitation of his mother. <i>Popular +Ballads</i>, i. 109.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Down by yon garden green<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae merrily as she gaes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She has twa weel-made feet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she trips upon her taes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She has twa weel-made feet;<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Far better is her hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's as jimp in the middle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As ony willow-wand.<!-- Page 108 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gif ye will do my bidding,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At my bidding for to be,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's I will make you lady<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of a' the lands you see."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">* * * * * * *<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He spak a word in jest;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her answer wasna good;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He threw a plate at her face,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Made it a' gush out o' blood.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She wasna frae her chamber<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A step but barely three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When up and at her richt hand<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There stood Man's Enemy.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gif ye will do my bidding,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At my bidding for to be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll learn you a wile<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Avenged for to be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Foul Thief knotted the tether;<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She lifted his head on hie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The nourice drew the knot<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That gar'd lord Waristoun die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then word is gane to Leith,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Also to Edinburgh town,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">That the lady had kill'd the laird,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The laird o' Waristoun.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<!-- Page 109 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span><span class="i0">* * * * * * *<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Tak aff, tak aff my hood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But lat my petticoat be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Put my mantle o'er my head;<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For the fire I downa see.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now, a' ye gentle maids,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tak warning now by me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And never marry ane<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But wha pleases your e'e.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For he married me for love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But I married him for fee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sae brak out the feud<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That gar'd my dearie die."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 110 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="LAIRD_OF_WARIESTOUN" id="LAIRD_OF_WARIESTOUN"></a>LAIRD OF WARIESTOUN.</h3> + +<p class="center">Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 53.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It was at dinner as they sat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And when they drank the wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How happy were the laird and lady<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of bonnie Wariestoun.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The lady spak but ae word,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The matter to conclude;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The laird strak her on the mouth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till she spat out o' blude.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She did not know the way<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her mind to satisfy,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till evil cam into her head<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All by the Enemy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<!-- Page 111 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span><span class="i0">* * * * * * *<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"At evening when ye sit<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And when ye drink the wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">See that ye fill the glass well up<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the laird o' Wariestoun."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">* * * * * * *<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So at table as they sat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And when they drank the wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She made the glass aft gae round<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the laird o' Wariestoun.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The nurice she knet the knot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And O she knet it sicker;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ladie did gie it a twig,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till it began to wicker.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But word has gane doun to Leith,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And up to Embro toun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That the lady she has slain the laird,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The laird o' Wariestoun.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Word's gane to her father, the great Duniepace,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And an angry man was he;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cries, "Fy! gar mak a barrel o' pikes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And row her doun some brae."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She said, "Wae be to ye, Wariestoun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wish ye may sink for ain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I hae been your gudwife<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">These nine years, running ten;<br /></span> +<!-- Page 112 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And I never loved ye sae weill<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As now when you're lying slain."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">* * * * * * *<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But tak aff this gowd brocade,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And let my petticoat be,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tie a handkerchief round my face,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That the people may not see."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 113 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_QUEENS_MARIE" id="THE_QUEENS_MARIE"></a>THE QUEEN'S MARIE.</h3> + + +<p>Of this affecting ballad different editions have appeared +in Scott's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, Sharpe's <i>Ballad Book</i>, p. 18, +Kinloch's <i>Scottish Ballads</i>, and Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>. +There is also a fragment in Maidment's <i>North +Countrie Garland</i>, which has been reprinted in Buchan's +<i>Gleanings</i>, p. 164, and a very inferior version, +with a different catastrophe, in Buchan's larger collection, +(ii. 190,) called <i>Warenston and the Duke of +York's Daughter</i>. <a href="#MARY_HAMILTON_Kinloch" title="link to Kinloch's version">Kinloch's copy</a> may be found with +<a href="#MARY_HAMILTON_Maidment" title="link to Maidment's version">Maidment's fragment</a>, in the Appendix to this volume: +<a href="#MARY_HAMILTON" title="link to Motherwell's version">Motherwell's</a> immediately after the present.</p> + +<p>Sir Walter Scott conceives the ballad to have had +its foundation in an event which took place early in +the reign of Mary Stuart, described by Knox as follows: +"In the very time of the General Assembly, +there comes to public knowledge a haynous murther, +committed in the court; yea, not far from the +Queen's lap; for a French woman, that served in the +Queen's chamber, had played the whore with the +Queen's own apothecary. The woman conceived and +bare a childe, whom, with common consent, the father +and mother murthered; yet were the cries of a new<!-- Page 114 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span>-borne +childe hearde, searche was made, the childe and +the mother were both apprehended, and so were the +man and the woman condemned to be hanged in the +publicke street of Edinburgh. The punishment was +suitable, because the crime was haynous. But yet was +not the court purged of whores and whoredoms, which +was the fountaine of such enormities: for it was well +known that shame hasted marriage betwixt John Sempill, +called the Dancer, and Mary Levingston, sirnamed +the Lusty. What bruit the Maries, and the +rest of the dancers of the court had, <i>the ballads of that +age</i> doe witnesse, which we for modestie's sake omit. +<span class="smcap">Knox's</span> <i>History of the Reformation</i>, p. 373.</p> + +<p>"Such," Sir Walter goes on to say, "seems to be +the subject of the following ballad, as narrated by the +stern apostle of Presbytery. It will readily strike the +reader, that the tale has suffered great alterations, as +handed down by tradition; the French waiting woman +being changed into Mary Hamilton, and the +Queen's apothecary into Henry Darnley. Yet this is +less surprising, when we recollect, that one of the +heaviest of the Queen's complaints against her ill-fated +husband, was his infidelity, and that even with her +personal attendants."</p> + +<p>Satisfactorily as the circumstances of Knox's story +may agree with those of the ballads, a coincidence no +less striking, and extending even to the name, is presented +by an incident which occurred at the court of +Peter the Great. "During the reign of the Czar +Peter," observes Mr. C. K. Sharpe, "one of his Empress's +attendants, a Miss Hamilton, was executed for +the murder of a natural child,—not her first crime in +that way, as was suspected; and the Emperor, whose +admiration of her beauty did not preserve her life,<!-- Page 115 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> +stood upon the scaffold till her head was struck off, +which he lifted by the ears and kissed on the lips. I +cannot help thinking that the two stories have been +confused in the ballad; for, if Marie Hamilton was executed +in Scotland, it is not likely that her relations +resided beyond seas; and we have no proof that Hamilton +was really the name of the woman who made +the slip with the Queen's apothecary."</p> + +<p>Scott's edition of <i>Mary Hamilton</i>, (the first ever +published,) was made up by him, from various copies. +See <i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, iii. 294.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Marie Hamilton's to the kirk gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' ribbons in her hair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than ony that were there.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Marie Hamilton's to the kirk gane,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' ribbons on her breast;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than he listen'd to the priest.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Marie Hamilton's to the kirk gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' gloves upon her hands;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than the Queen and a' her lands.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She hadna been about the King's court<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A month, but barely one,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till she was beloved by a' the King's court,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the King the only man.<!-- Page 116 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She hadna been about the King's court<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A month, but barely three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till frae the King's court Marie Hamilton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Marie Hamilton durstna be.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The King is to the Abbey gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To pu' the Abbey tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To scale the babe frae Marie's heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But the thing it wadna be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O she has row'd it in her apron,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And set it on the sea,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Gae sink ye, or swim ye, bonny babe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye's get nae mair o' me."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Word is to the kitchen gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And word is to the ha',<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And word is to the noble room,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amang the ladyes a',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Marie Hamilton's brought to bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the bonny babe's mist and awa'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Scarcely had she lain down again,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And scarcely fa'en asleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When up then started our gude Queen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Just at her bed-feet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saying—"Marie Hamilton, where's your babe?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For I am sure I heard it greet."—<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O no, O no, my noble Queen!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Think no such thing to be;<!-- Page 117 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas but a stitch into my side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sair it troubles me."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Get up, get up, Marie Hamilton:<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Get up and follow me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I am going to Edinburgh town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A rich wedding for to see."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O slowly, slowly raise she up,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And slowly put she on;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And slowly rode she out the way,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' mony a weary groan.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Queen was clad in scarlet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her merry maids all in green;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every town that they cam to,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">They took Marie for the Queen.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ride hooly, hooly, gentlemen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ride hooly now wi' me!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For never, I am sure, a wearier burd<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rade in your cumpanie."—<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But little wist Marie Hamilton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When she rade on the brown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That she was ga'en to Edinburgh town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' to be put down.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Why weep ye so, ye burgess wives,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Why look ye so on me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O I am going to Edinburgh town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A rich wedding for to see."<!-- Page 118 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When she gaed up the tolbooth stairs,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The corks frae her heels did flee;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lang or e'er she cam down again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was condemn'd to die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When she cam to <a name="LNanchor_III_28a_73" id="LNanchor_III_28a_73"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_28a_73" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">the Netherbow port</a>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She laughed loud laughters three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when she cam to the gallows foot,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tears blinded her ee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<a name="LNanchor_III_28a_80" id="LNanchor_III_28a_80"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_28a_80" class="lnanchor" title="link to note"> +<span class="i0">"Yestreen the Queen had four Maries,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The night she'll hae but three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There was Marie Seaton, and Marie Beaton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Marie Carmichael, and me.<span class="linenum">80</span></span></a> +<!-- Page 119 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O often have I dress'd my Queen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And put gold upon her hair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now I've gotten for my reward<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The gallows to be my share.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Often have I dress'd my Queen,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And often made her bed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now I've gotten for my reward<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The gallows tree to tread.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I charge ye all, ye mariners,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When ye sail ower the faem,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let neither my father nor mother get wit,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But that I'm coming hame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I charge ye all, ye mariners,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sail upon the sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let neither my father nor mother get wit<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">This dog's death I'm to die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For if my father and mother got wit,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And my bold brethren three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O mickle wad be the gude red blude<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This day wad be spilt for me!<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O little did my mother ken,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That day she cradled me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lands I was to travel in,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or the death I was to die!"<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_III_28a_73" id="Linenote_III_28a_73"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_28a_73" title="link to line number">73</a>. The Netherbow port was the gate which divided the +city of Edinburgh from the suburb, called the Canongate. S.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_III_28a_80" id="Linenote_III_28a_80"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_28a_80" title="link to line number">80</a>. The Queen's Maries were four young ladies of the +highest families in Scotland, who were sent to France in her +train, and returned with her to Scotland. Keith gives us +their names, p. 55. "The young Queen, Mary, embarked +at Dunbarton for France, ... and with her went +... and four young virgins, all of the name of +Mary, viz. Livingston, Fleming, Seatoun, and Beatoun." +Neither Mary Livingston, nor Mary Fleming, are mentioned +in the ballad; nor are the Mary Hamilton, and Mary Carmichael, +of the ballad, mentioned by Keith. But if this corps +continued to consist of young virgins, as when originally +raised, it could hardly have subsisted without occasional recruits; +especially if we trust our old bard, and John Knox.</p> + +<p>The Queen's Maries are mentioned in many ballads, and +the name seems to have passed into a general denomination +for female attendants.—<span class="smcap">Scott.</span></p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 120 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="MARY_HAMILTON" id="MARY_HAMILTON"></a>MARY HAMILTON.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 311.</p> + + +<p>"In this set of the ballad, from its direct allusion to +the use of the Savin-tree, a clue is, perhaps, afforded +for tracing how the poor mediciner mentioned by Knox +should be implicated in the crime of Mary Hamilton. +It may also be noted as a feature in this version of the +ballad, which does not occur in any heretofore printed, +the unfortunate heroine's proud and indignant spurning +at life after her character had been tainted by the +infamy of a sentence of condemnation. In another +copy of the ballad, also obtained from recitation, this +sentiment is, perhaps, still more forcibly expressed; at +any rate, it is more appropriate as being addressed to +the King. The whole concluding verses of this copy, +differing as they somewhat do from the version adopted +for a text, it has been thought worth while to preserve.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But bring to me a cup," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"A cup bot and a can,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I will drink to all my friends,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And they'll drink to me again.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here's to you, all travellers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who travel by land or sea;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let na wit to my father nor mother<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The death that I must die.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here's to you, all travellers,<!-- Page 121 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That travel on dry land;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let na wit to my father or mother<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But I am coming hame.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O little did my mother think,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">First time she cradled me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What land I was to travel on,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or what death I would die.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O little did my mother think,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">First time she tied my head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What land I was to tread upon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or whare I would win my bread.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yestreen Queen Mary had four Maries;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This night she'll hae but three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She had Mary Seaton, and Mary Beaton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Mary Carmichael, and me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yestreen I wush Queen Mary's feet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bore her till her bed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This day she's given me my reward,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The gallows tree to tread.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cast aff, cast aff my gown," she said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"But let my petticoat be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tye a napkin on my face,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For that gallows I downa see."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By and cam the King himsell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Look'd up wi' a pitiful ee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Come down, come down, Mary Hamilton;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This day thou wilt dine with me."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Hold your tongue, my sovereign liege,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And let your folly be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An ye had had a mind to save my life,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye should na hae shamed me here!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"The copy of the ballad from which the above +extract is given, begins with this verse:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There were three ladies, they lived in a bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And O but they were fair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The youngest o' them is to the King's court,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To learn some unco lair."<br /></span> +<!-- Page 122 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></div></div> + +<p>"There is another version in which the heroine is +named Mary Myles, or Myle; but Myle is probably +a corruption of the epithet 'mild,' which occurs in +the fragment given in the <i>North Countrie Garland</i>." +<span class="smcap">Motherwell.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There lived a knight into the North,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he had daughters three:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ane of them was a barber's wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The other a gay ladie;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And the youngest o' them to Scotland is gane<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Queen's Mary to be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for a' that they could say or do,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Forbidden she wouldna be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The prince's bed it was sae saft,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The spices they were sae fine,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">That out of it she could not lye<br /></span> +<span class="i2">While she was scarce fifteen.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's gane to the garden gay<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To pu' of the savin tree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But for a' that she could say or do,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The babie it would not die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's rowed it in her handkerchief,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She threw it in the sea:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says,—"Sink ye, swim ye, my bonnie babe,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 123 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span><span class="i2">For ye'll get nae mair of me."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Queen Mary came tripping down the stair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' the gold strings in her hair:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O whare's the little babie," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That I heard greet sae sair?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O hald your tongue, Queen Mary, my dame,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let all those words go free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It was mysell wi' a fit o' the sair colic,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I was sick just like to die."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O hald your tongue, Mary Hamilton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let all those words go free;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">O where is the little babie<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I heard weep by thee?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I rowed it in my handkerchief,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And threw it in the sea;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I bade it sink, I bade it swim,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">It would get nae mair o' me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O wae be to thee, Mary Hamilton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And an ill deid may you die;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For if you had saved the babie's life,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It might hae been an honour to thee.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Busk ye, busk ye, Mary Hamilton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O busk ye to be a bride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I am going to Edinburgh town<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your gay wedding to bide.<!-- Page 124 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You must not put on your robes of black,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet your robes of brown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But you must put on your yellow gold stuffs,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To shine thro' Edinburgh town."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I will not put on my robes of black,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet my robes of brown;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I will put on my yellow gold stuffs,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To shine thro' Edinburgh town."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As she went up the Parliament Close,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A riding on her horse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There she saw many a burgess' lady<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sit greeting at the cross.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O what means a' this greeting?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'm sure it's nae for me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I'm come this day to Edinburgh town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weel wedded for to be."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When she gade up the Parliament stair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She gied loud lauchters three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ere that she had come down again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was condemned to die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O little did my mother think,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The day she prinned my gown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I was to come sae far frae hame<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To be hanged in Edinburgh town.<!-- Page 125 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O what'll my poor father think,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As he comes through the town,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see the face of his Molly fair<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hanging on the gallows pin?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Here's a health to the mariners<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That plough the raging main;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let neither my mother nor father ken<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But I'm coming hame again.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Here's a health to the sailors<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sail upon the sea;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let neither my mother nor father ken<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I came here to die.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yestreen the Queen had four Maries,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This night she'll hae but three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There was Mary Beaton, and Mary Seaton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Mary Carmichael and me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O hald your tongue, Mary Hamilton,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let all those words go free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This night ere ye be hanged<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye shall gang hame wi' me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O hald your tongue, Queen Mary, my dame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let all those words go free;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since I have come to Edinburgh town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It's hanged I shall be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For it shall ne'er be said that in your court<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I was condemned to die."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 126 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="BESSIE_BELL_AND_MARY_GRAY" id="BESSIE_BELL_AND_MARY_GRAY"></a>BESSIE BELL AND MARY GRAY.</h3> + + +<p>From Lyle's <i>Ancient Ballads and Songs</i>, p. 160, +where it was printed as collated "from the singing of +two aged persons, one of them a native of Perthshire." +There are two versions slightly differing from the present;—one +in Cunningham's <i>Songs of Scotland</i>, iii. +60, obtained from Sir Walter Scott, and another in +Mr. Kirkpatrick Sharpe's <i>Ballad Book</i>, p. 62.</p> + +<p>Allan Ramsay wrote a song with the same title, beginning +with the first stanza of the ballad, (<i>Tea Table +Miscellany</i>, i. 70.)</p> + +<p>The story of the unfortunate heroines is thus given +by Chambers: "Bessie Bell and Mary Gray were the +daughters of two country gentlemen in the neighborhood +of Perth; and an intimate friendship subsisted +between them. Bessie Bell, daughter of the Laird of +Kinnaird, happening to be on a visit to Mary Gray, at +her father's house of Lynedoch, when the plague of +1666 broke out, to avoid the infection, the two young +ladies built themselves a bower in a very retired and +romantic spot, called the Burn-braes, about three quarters +of a mile westward from Lynedoch House; where +they resided for some time, supplied with food, it is<!-- Page 127 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span> +said, by a young gentleman of Perth, who was in love +with them both. The disease was unfortunately communicated +to them by their lover, and proved fatal; +when, according to custom in cases of the plague, they +were not buried in the ordinary parochial place of +sepulture, but in a sequestered spot, called the Dronach +Haugh, at the foot of a brae of the same name, upon +the banks of the River Almond."</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O Bessy Bell an' Mary Gray,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They were twa bonnie lassies;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They biggit a house on yon burn-brae,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' theekit it o'er wi' rashes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They theekit it o'er wi' birk and brume,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">They theekit it o'er wi' heather,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till the pest cam frae the neib'rin town<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' streekit them baith thegither.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They were na' buried in Meffen kirk-yard,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amang the rest o' their kin;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But they were buried by Dornoch haugh,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the bent before the sun.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sing, Bessy Bell an' Mary Gray,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They were twa bonnie lasses,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wha' biggit a bower on yon burn-brae,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' theekit it o'er wi' thrashes.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 128 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_CHILDREN_IN_THE_WOOD" id="THE_CHILDREN_IN_THE_WOOD"></a>THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD.</h3> + + +<p><i>The Children in the Wood</i> is perhaps the most popular +of all English ballads. Its merit is attested by the +favor it has enjoyed with so many generations, and +was vindicated to a cold and artificial age by the +kindly pen of Addison. The editor of the <i>Reliques</i> +thought that the subject was taken from an old play, +published in 1601, "of a young child murthered in a +wood by two ruffins, with the consent of his unkle," +but Ritson discovered that the ballad was entered in +the Stationers' Registers in 1595. The plot of the play +was undoubtedly derived from the Italian, and the +author of the ballad may have taken a hint from the +same source.</p> + +<p>Percy's edition, (<i>Reliques</i>, iii. 218,) which we have +adopted, was printed from two old copies, one of them +in black-letter, in the Pepys collection. The full title +is, <i>The Children in the Wood, or, The Norfolk Gentleman's +Last Will and Testament</i>. <i>To the Tune of Rogero</i>, +&c. Copies slightly varying from Percy's may be seen +in <i>A Collection of Old Ballads</i>, (1723,) i. 221; Ritson's +<i>Ancient Songs</i>, ii. 150; <i>The Book of British Ballads</i>, +p. 13; and Moore's <i>Pictorial Book of Ancient Ballad +Poetry</i>, p. 263.<!-- Page 129 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now ponder well, you parents deare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These wordes which I shall write;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A doleful story you shall heare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In time brought forth to light.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A gentleman of good account<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Norfolke dwelt of late,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who did in honour far surmount<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Most men of his estate.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sore sicke he was, and like to dye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No helpe his life could save;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">His wife by him as sicke did lye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And both possest one grave.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No love between these two was lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Each was to other kinde;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In love they liv'd, in love they dyed,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And left two babes behinde:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The one a fine and pretty boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Not passing three yeares olde;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The other a girl more young than he,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fram'd in beautyes molde.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The father left his little son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As plainlye doth appeare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he to perfect age should come,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Three hundred poundes a yeare.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And to his little daughter Jane<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Five hundred poundes in gold,<!-- Page 130 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be paid downe on marriage-day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which might not be controll'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But if the children chance to dye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ere they to age should come,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their uncle should possesse their wealth;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For so the wille did run.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now, brother," said the dying man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Look to my children deare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be good unto my boy and girl,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">No friendes else have they here:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To God and you I recommend<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My children deare this daye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But little while be sure we have<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Within this world to staye.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You must be father and mother both,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And uncle all in one;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God knowes what will become of them,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When I am dead and gone."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With that bespake their mother deare,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O brother kinde," quoth shee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"You are the man must bring our babes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wealth or miserie:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And if you keep them carefully,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then God will you reward;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But if you otherwise should deal,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">God will your deedes regard."<!-- Page 131 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">With lippes as cold as any stone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They kist their children small:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"God bless you both, my children deare;"<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">With that the teares did fall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">These speeches then their brother spake<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To this sicke couple there:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The keeping of your little ones,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sweet sister, do not feare.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">God never prosper me nor mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor aught else that I have,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If I do wrong your children deare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When you are layd in grave."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The parents being dead and gone,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The children home he takes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bringes them straite unto his house,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where much of them he makes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He had not kept these pretty babes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A twelvemonth and a daye,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, for their wealth, he did devise<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To make them both awaye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He bargain'd with two ruffians strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which were of furious mood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they should take these children young,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And slaye them in a wood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He told his wife an artful tale.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He would the children send<!-- Page 132 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be brought up in faire London,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With one that was his friend.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Away then went those pretty babes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rejoycing at that tide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rejoycing with a merry minde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They should on cock-horse ride.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They prate and prattle pleasantly,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As they rode on the waye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To those that should their butchers be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And work their lives decaye:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So that the pretty speeche they had,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Made Murder's heart relent:<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they that undertooke the deed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Full sore did now repent.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet one of them more hard of heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did vowe to do his charge,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because the wretch, that hired him,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had paid him very large.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The other won't agree thereto,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So here they fall to strife;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With one another they did fight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">About the childrens life:<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he that was of mildest mood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did slaye the other there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within an unfrequented wood;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The babes did quake for feare!<!-- Page 133 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He took the children by the hand,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Teares standing in their eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bad them straitwaye follow him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And look they did not crye:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And two long miles he ledd them on,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">While they for food complaine:<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Staye here," quoth he, "I'll bring you bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When I come back againe."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">These pretty babes, with hand in hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Went wandering up and downe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But never more could see the man<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Approaching from the towne:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their prettye lippes with blackberries,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were all besmear'd and dyed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when they sawe the darksome night,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They sat them downe and cryed.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus wandered these poor innocents,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till deathe did end their grief,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In one anothers armes they died,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As wanting due relief:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No burial <a name="LNanchor_III_30_125" id="LNanchor_III_30_125"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_30_125" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">this pretty pair</a><span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of any man receives,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till Robin-red-breast piously<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did cover them with leaves.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And now the heavy wrathe of God<br /></span> +<!-- Page 134 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span><span class="i2">Upon their uncle fell;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yea, fearfull fiends did haunt his house,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His conscience felt an hell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His barnes were fir'd, his goodes consum'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His landes were barren made,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His cattle dyed within the field,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And nothing with him stayd.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And in <a name="LNanchor_III_30_137" id="LNanchor_III_30_137"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_30_137" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">the voyage of Portugal</a><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Two of his sonnes did dye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to conclude, himselfe was brought<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To want and miserye:<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He pawn'd and mortgaged all his land<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ere seven years came about,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now at length this wicked act<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did by this meanes come out:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The fellowe, that did take in hand<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">These children for to kill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was for a robbery judg'd to dye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Such was God's blessed will:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who did confess the very truth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As here hath been display'd:<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their uncle having dyed in gaol,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where he for debt was layd.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You that executors be made,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And overseers eke<!-- Page 135 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of children that be fatherless,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And infants mild and meek;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Take you example by this thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yield to each his right,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lest God with such like miserye<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your wicked minds requite.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_III_30_125" id="Linenote_III_30_125"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_30_125" title="link to line number">125</a>, these ... babes, PP.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_III_30_137" id="Linenote_III_30_137"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_30_137" title="link to line number">137</a>. "A. D. 1588. Dr. Percy, not knowing that the text +alludes to a particular event, has altered it to <i>a</i> voyage <i>to</i> +Portugal." <span class="smcap">Ritson.</span></p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 136 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="HUGH_OF_LINCOLN" id="HUGH_OF_LINCOLN"></a>HUGH OF LINCOLN.</h3> + + +<p>In the year 1255, we are told by Matthew Paris, in +his account of the reign of Henry III., the Jews of +Lincoln stole a boy, named Hugh, of the age of eight +years, whom, after torturing for ten days, they crucified +before a large council of their people, in contempt +of the death of the founder of Christianity. The boy +was sought by his mother in the house of a Jew, +which he had been seen to enter, and his body was +found in a pit. The occupant of the house being +seized, acknowledged the crime, and avowed, besides, +that the like was committed nearly every year by his +nation. Notwithstanding the promise of impunity by +which this confession had been obtained, the wretch +who made it was tied to the tail of a horse and dragged +to the gallows, and after a judicial investigation, +eighteen of the richest and most distinguished Jews +in Lincoln were hanged for participation in the murder, +while many more were detained as prisoners in +the Tower of London. On the other hand, the body +of the child was buried with the honors of a martyr in +Lincoln Cathedral, where a construction, assumed +without reason to be his tomb, is still shown. The +remains of a young person, found near this spot in +1791, were at once taken for granted to be those of<!-- Page 137 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span> +the sainted infant, and drawings were made of the +relics, which may be seen among the works of the +artist Grimm in the British Museum.</p> + +<p>Several stories of the same tenor are reported by +the English chroniclers. It may be doubted whether +there is a grain of truth in any of them, although it +would be no wonder if the atrocious injuries inflicted +on the Jews should, in an instance or two, have provoked +a bloody retaliation, even from that tribe whose +badge has always been sufferance. The annual sacrifice +of a Christian child, in mockery of the crucifixion +of Jesus, is on a par for credibility with the miracles +which are said to have followed the death of those +innocents.</p> + +<p>The exquisite tale which Chaucer has put into the +mouth of the Prioress exhibits nearly the same incidents +as the following ballad. The legend of Hugh +of Lincoln was widely famous. Michel has published +an Anglo-Norman ballad, (<i>Hugo de Lincolnia</i>,) on the +subject, which appears to be almost contemporary with +the event recorded by Matthew Paris, and is certainly +of the times of Henry III. The versions of the English +ballad are quite numerous. We give here those +of Percy, Herd, and Jamieson, and two others in +the Appendix. Besides these, fragments have been +printed in Sir Egerton Brydges's <i>Restituta</i>, i. 381, +Halliwell's <i>Ballads and Poems respecting Hugh of +Lincoln</i>, (1849,) and in <i>Notes and Queries</i>, vol. viii. +614, ix. 320, xii. 496. The most complete of all the +versions is to be found in the new edition of the +<i>Musical Museum</i>, vol. iv. p. 500; but that copy is +evidently made up from others previously published. +See, for a collection of most of the poetry, and of much<!-- Page 138 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> +curious information on the imputed cruelties of the +Jews, Michel's <i>Hugues de Lincoln</i>, and Hume's <i>Sir +Hugh of Lincoln</i>. The whole subject is critically +examined in the <i>London Athenæum</i> for Dec. 15, 1849.</p> + +<p>"The text of the following edition has been given +<i>verbatim</i>, as the editor took it down from Mrs. Brown's +recitation; and in it two circumstances are preserved, +which are neither to be found in any of the former +editions, nor in any of the chronicles in which the +transaction is recorded; but which are perfectly in the +character of those times, and tend to enhance the +miracles to which the discovery is attributed. The +first of these is, that, in order that the whole of this +infamous sacrifice might be of a piece, and every possible +outrage shown to Christianity, the Jews threw +the child's body into a well dedicated to the Virgin +Mary; and tradition says, that it was 'through the +might of Our Ladie,' that the dead body was permitted +to speak, and to reveal the horrid story to the disconsolate +mother. The other is, the voluntary ringing of +the bells, &c., at his funeral. The sound of consecrated +bells was supposed to have a powerful effect in +driving away evil spirits, appeasing storms, &c., and +they were believed to be inspired with sentiments and +perceptions which were often manifested in a very +miraculous manner." <span class="smcap">Jamieson's</span> <i>Popular Ballads</i>, +i. 139-156.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Four and twenty bonny boys<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were playing at the ba';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by it came him, sweet Sir Hugh,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he play'd o'er them a'.<!-- Page 139 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He kick'd the ba' with his right foot,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And catch'd it wi' his knee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And throuch-and-thro' the Jew's window,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He gar'd the bonny ba' flee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's doen him to the Jew's castell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And walk'd it round about;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there he saw the Jew's daughter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At the window looking out.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Throw down the ba', ye Jew's daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Throw down the ba' to me!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Never a bit," says the Jew's daughter,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Till up to me come ye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"How will I come up? How can I come up?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How can I come to thee?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For as ye did to my auld father,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The same ye'll do to me."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's gane till her father's garden,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pu'd an apple, red and green;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas a' to wyle him, sweet Sir Hugh,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to entice him in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's led him in through ae dark door,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sae has she thro' nine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's laid him on a dressing table,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And stickit him like a swine.<!-- Page 140 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And first came out the thick, thick blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And syne came out the thin;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And syne came out the bonny heart's blood;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There was nae mair within.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's row'd him in a cake o' lead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bade him lie still and sleep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's thrown him in Our Lady's draw well,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was fifty fathom deep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When bells were rung, and mass was sung,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' the bairns came hame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When every lady gat hame her son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Lady Maisry gat nane.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's ta'en her mantle her about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her coffer by the hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she's gane out to seek her son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And wander'd o'er the land.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's doen her to the Jew's castell,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where a' were fast asleep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Gin ye be there, my sweet Sir Hugh,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray you to me speak."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's doen her to the Jew's garden,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thought he had been gathering fruit;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Gin ye be there, my sweet Sir Hugh,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray you to me speak."<!-- Page 141 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She near'd Our Lady's deep draw-well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was fifty fathom deep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Whare'er ye be, my sweet Sir Hugh,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray you to me speak."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae hame, gae hame, my mither dear;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Prepare my winding sheet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, at the back o' merry Lincoln,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The morn I will you meet."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now Lady Maisry is gane hame;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Made him a winding sheet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, at the back o' merry Lincoln,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The dead corpse did her meet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And a' the bells o' merry Lincoln,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Without men's hands were rung;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a' the books o' merry Lincoln,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were read without man's tongue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ne'er was such a burial<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sin Adam's days begun.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 142 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="SIR_HUGH" id="SIR_HUGH"></a>SIR HUGH.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Herd's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, i. 157.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A' the boys of merry Linkim<br /></span> +<span class="i2">War playing at the ba',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An up it stands him sweet Sir Hugh,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The flower among them a'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He keppit the ba' than wi' his foot,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And catcht it wi' his knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And even in at the Jew's window,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He gart the bonny ba' flee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Cast out the ba' to me, fair maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cast out the ba' to me."<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ah never a bit of it," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Till ye come up to me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come up, sweet Hugh, come up, dear Hugh,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come up and get the ba';"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I winna come, I mayna come,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Without my bonny boys a'."<!-- Page 143 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come up, sweet Hugh, come up, dear Hugh,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come up and speak to me;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I mayna come, I winna come,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Without my bonny boys three."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's taen her to the Jew's garden,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whar the grass grew lang and green,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's pu'd an apple red and white,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wyle the bonny boy in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's wyled him in through ae chamber,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She's wyled him in through twa,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's wyled him in till her ain chamber,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The flower out owr them a'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's laid him on a dressin board,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whar she did often dine;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She stack a penknife to his heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And dress'd him like a swine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She row'd him in a cake of lead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bade him ly still and sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She threw him i' the Jew's draw-well,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was fifty fathom deep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan bells were rung, and mass was sung,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' man bound to bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Every lady got home her son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But sweet Sir Hugh was dead.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 144 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_JEWS_DAUGHTER" id="THE_JEWS_DAUGHTER"></a>THE JEW'S DAUGHTER.</h3> + + +<p>From Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, i. 40; printed from a manuscript +copy sent from Scotland.</p> + +<p>Mirryland toune is a corruption of Merry Lincoln, +and not, as Percy conjectured, of Mailand (Milan) +town. In Motherwell's copy we have Maitland town.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The rain rins doun through Mirry-land toune,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae dois it doune the Pa:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sae dois the lads of Mirry-land toune,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Quhan they play at the ba'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Than out and cam the Jewis dochter,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said, "Will ye cum in and dine?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I winnae cum in, I cannae cum in,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Without my play-feres nine."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Scho powd an apple reid and white,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To intice the zong thing in:<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scho powd an apple white and reid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And that the sweit bairne did win.<!-- Page 145 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And scho has taine out a little pen-knife,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And low down by her gair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scho has twin'd the zong thing and his life;<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A word he nevir spak mair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And out and cam the thick thick bluid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And out and cam the thin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And out and cam the bonny herts bluid:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thair was nae life left in.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Scho laid him on a dressing borde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And drest him like a swine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And laughing said, "Gae nou and pley<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With zour sweit play-feres nine."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Scho rowd him in a cake of lead,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bade him lie stil and sleip;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scho cast him in a deip draw-well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was fifty fadom deip.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Quhan bells wer rung, and mass was sung,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And every lady went hame,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then ilka lady had her zong sonne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bot Lady Helen had nane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Scho rowd hir mantil hir about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sair sair gan she weip,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she ran into the Jewis castèl,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Quhan they wer all asleip.<!-- Page 146 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My bonny Sir Hew, my pretty Sir Hew,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray thee to me speik:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O lady, rinn to the deip draw-well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gin ze zour sonne wad seik."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lady Helen ran to the deip draw-well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And knelt upon her kne:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My bonny Sir Hew, and ze be here,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray thee speik to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The lead is wondrous heavy, mither,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The well is wondrous deip;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A keen pen-knife sticks in my hert,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A word I dounae speik.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae hame, gae hame, my mither deir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fetch me my windling sheet,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at the back o' Mirry-land toun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Its thair we twa sall meet."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 147 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="SIR_PATRICK_SPENCE" id="SIR_PATRICK_SPENCE"></a>SIR PATRICK SPENCE.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, i. 81.</p> + + +<p>The event upon which this ballad is founded, if it +has been rightly ascertained, belongs to a remote +period in Scottish history. Margaret, the daughter +of Alexander III., was, in the year 1281, betrothed +to Eric, prince of Norway. The bride was conducted +to her husband by a splendid convoy of knights and +nobles, and in the month of August was crowned +queen. In returning from the celebration of the nuptials, +many of the Scottish escort were lost at sea, and +among those who perished was Sir Patrick Spence, we +are to suppose.</p> + +<p>It is in conformity with this view of the origin of +the ballad, (the suggestion of Motherwell,) that in +Buchan's version the object of the voyage is said to be +to take the king's daughter, now "a chosen queen," <i>to</i> +Norway. In Scott's edition, on the other hand, Sir +Patrick is deputed <i>to bring home</i> the king of Norway's +daughter. To explain this circumstance in the story, +Sir Walter is forced to suppose that an unsuccessful +and unrecorded embassy was sent, when the death of +Alexander III. had left the Scottish throne vacant, to +bring the only daughter of Eric and Margaret, styled +by historians the Maid of Norway, to the kingdom of +which, after her grandfather's demise, she became the<!-- Page 148 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> +heir. That such an embassy, attended with so disastrous +consequences to the distinguished persons who +would compose it, should be entirely unnoticed by the +chroniclers is, to say the least, exceedingly improbable.</p> + +<p>The question concerning the historical basis of the +ballad would naturally lose much of its interest, were +any importance attached to the arguments by which +its genuineness has been lately assailed. These are so +trivial as hardly to admit of a statement. The claims +of the composition to a high antiquity are first disputed, +(<i>Musical Museum</i>, new ed., iv. 457*,) on the ground +that such a piece was never heard of till it was sent to +Percy by some of his correspondents in Scotland, with +other ballads of (assumed) questionable authority. +But even the ballad of <i>Sir Hugh</i> is liable to any impeachment +that can be extracted from these circumstances, +since it was first made known by Percy, and +was transmitted to him from Scotland, (for aught we +know, in suspicious company,) while its story dates also +from the 13th century. Then, "an ingenious friend" +having remarked to Percy that some of the phrases of +<i>Hardyknute</i> seemed to have been borrowed from <i>Sir +Patrick Spence</i> and <i>other</i> old Scottish songs, this observation, +combined with the fact that the localities +of Dunfermline and Aberdour are in the neighborhood +of Sir Henry Wardlaw's estate, leads to a conjecture +that Lady Wardlaw may have been the author of <i>Sir +Patrick Spence</i>, as she is known to have been of +<i>Hardyknute</i>. It could never be deemed fair to argue +from those resemblances which give plausibility to a +counterfeit to the spuriousness of the original, but +in fact there is <i>no</i> resemblance in the two pieces. +<i>Hardyknute</i> is recognized at once by an ordinary critic<!-- Page 149 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> +to be a modern production, and is, notwithstanding +the praise it has received, a tame and tiresome one +besides. <i>Sir Patrick Spence</i>, on the other hand, if not +ancient, has been always accepted as such by the most +skilful judges, and is a solitary instance of a successful +imitation, in manner and spirit, of the best specimens +of authentic minstrelsy.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></p> + +<p>It is not denied that this ballad has suffered, like +others, by corruption and interpolations, and it is not, +therefore, maintained that hats and cork-heeld shoon +are of the 13th century.</p> + +<p>We have assigned to Percy's copy the first place, +because its brevity and directness give it a peculiar +vigor. <a href="#SIR_PATRICK_SPENS">Scott's edition follows</a>, made up from two MS. +copies, (one of which has been printed in Jamieson's +<i>Popular Ballads</i>, i. 157,) collated with several verses +recited by a friend. Buchan's version, obtained from +recitation, is <a href="#SIR_PATRICK_SPENS_See_p_147">in the Appendix</a>. The variations in recited +copies are numerous: some specimens are given +by Motherwell, p. xlv.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The king sits in Dumferling<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> toune,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Drinking the blude-reid wine:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O quhar will I get guid sailor,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To sail this schip of mine?"<!-- Page 150 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Up and spak an eldern knicht,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sat at the kings richt kne:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sails upon the se."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The king has written a braid letter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And signd it wi' his hand,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was walking on the sand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The first line that Sir Patrick red,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A loud lauch lauched he:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The next line that Sir Patrick red,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The teir blinded his ee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O quha is this has don this deid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This ill deid don to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To send me out this time o' the zeir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To sail upon the se?<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Mak hast, mak haste, my mirry men all,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our guid schip sails the morne."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O say na sae, my master deir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For I feir a deadlie storme.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Late late yestreen I saw the new moone<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' the auld moone in hir arme;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I feir, I feir, my deir master,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That we will com to harme."<!-- Page 151 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O our Scots nobles wer richt laith<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To weet their cork-heild schoone;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bot lang owre a' the play wer playd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thair hats they swam aboone.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O lang, lang, may their ladies sit<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' thair fans into their hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or eir they se Sir Patrick Spence<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cum sailing to the land.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O lang, lang, may the ladies stand<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' thair gold kems in their hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waiting for thair ain deir lords,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For they'll se thame na mair.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_III_32a_41" id="LNanchor_III_32a_41"></a><a href="#Linenote_III_32a_41" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Have owre, have owre to Aberdour</a>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It's fiftie fadom deip:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' the Scots lords at his feit.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> This controversy has been recently re-opened by R. +Chambers, <i>The Romantic Scottish Ballads, their Epoch and +Authorship</i>, Edin. 1859; and in reply, <i>The Romantic Scottish +Ballads and the Lady Wardlaw Heresy</i>, by Norval Clyne, +Aberdeen, 1859.</p> + +<p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> The palace of Dunfermline was the favorite residence +of King Alexander III.</p></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_III_32a_41" id="Linenote_III_32a_41"></a><a href="#LNanchor_III_32a_41" title="link to line number">41</a>-44. "It is true that the name of Sir Patrick Spens is +not mentioned in history; but I am able to state that tradition +has preserved it. In the little island of Papa Stronsay, +one of the Orcadian group, lying over against Norway, there +is a large grave or tumulus, which has been known to the inhabitants, +from time immemorial, as 'The grave of Sir Patrick +Spens.' The Scottish ballads were not early current in +Orkney, a Scandinavian country; so it is very unlikely that +the poem could have originated the name. The people know +nothing beyond the traditional appellation of the spot, and +they have no legend to tell." Aytoun, <i>Ballads of Scotland</i>, i. +2.—This passage is cited simply as a piece of <i>external</i> evidence +to the antiquity of the legend of Sir Patrick Spens,—supposing +the matter of fact to be well established, and the +alleged tradition to be of long standing.</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 152 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="SIR_PATRICK_SPENS" id="SIR_PATRICK_SPENS"></a>SIR PATRICK SPENS.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, i. 299.</p> + + +<p>In singing, the interjection O is added to the second +and fourth lines.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The king sits in Dunfermline town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Drinking the blude-red wine:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O whare will I get a skeely skipper<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To sail this new ship of mine?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O up and spake an eldern knight,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sat at the king's right knee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ever sailed the sea."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Our king has written a braid letter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sealed it with his hand,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was walking on the strand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"To Noroway, to Noroway,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Noroway o'er the faem;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The king's daughter of Noroway,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis thou maun bring her hame!"<!-- Page 153 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The first word that Sir Patrick read,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae loud loud laughed he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The neist word that Sir Patrick read,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tear blindit his e'e.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O wha is this has done this deed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And tauld the king o' me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To send us out at this time of the year,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To sail upon the sea?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our ship must sail the faem;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The king's daughter of Noroway,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis we must fetch her hame."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' a' the speed they may;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">They hae landed in Noroway<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon a Wodensday.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They hadna been a week, a week,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Noroway, but twae,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When that the lords o' Noroway<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Began aloud to say:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye Scottishmen spend a' our king's goud,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' our queenis fee."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud!<br /></span> +<!-- Page 154 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span><span class="i2">Fu' loud I hear ye lie!<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For I brought as much white monie<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As gane my men and me,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I brought a half-fou o' gude red goud<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out o'er the sea wi' me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Make ready, make ready, my merrymen a'!<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our gude ship sails the morn."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Now, ever alake! my master dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I fear a deadly storm!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I saw the new moon, late yestreen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' the auld moon in her arm;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if we gang to sea, master,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I fear we'll come to harm."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They hadna sailed a league, a league,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A league, but barely three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gurly grew the sea.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was sic a deadly storm;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the waves came o'er the broken ship,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till a' her sides were torn.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O where will I get a gude sailor,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To take my helm in hand,<!-- Page 155 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till I get up to the tall topmast,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see if I can spy land?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O here am I, a sailor gude,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To take the helm in hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till you go up to the tall topmast,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But I fear you'll ne'er spy land."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He hadna gane a step, a step,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A step, but barely ane,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">When a bout flew out of our goodly ship,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the salt sea it came in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae fetch a web o' the silken claith,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Another o' the twine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wap them into our ship's side,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And letna the sea come in."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They fetched a web o' the silken claith,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Another o' the twine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they wapped them roun' that gude ship's side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But still the sea came in.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O laith laith were our gude Scots lords<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To weet their cork-heeled shoon!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But lang or a' the play was played,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They wat their hats aboon.<!-- Page 156 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And mony was the feather-bed<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That flatter'd on the faem;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mony was the gude lord's son<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That never mair cam hame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The ladyes wrang their fingers white,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The maidens tore their hair;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A' for the sake of their true loves,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For them they'll see nae mair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O lang lang may the ladyes sit,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' their fans into their hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before they see Sir Patrick Spens<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come sailing to the strand!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And lang lang may the maidens sit,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' their goud kaims in their hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A' waiting for their ain dear loves,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For them they'll see nae mair.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O forty miles off Aberdeen<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis fifty fathoms deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' the Scots lords at his feet.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /><p><!-- Page 157 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="BOOK_IV" id="BOOK_IV"></a>BOOK IV.</h2> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 159 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="KING_ESTMERE" id="KING_ESTMERE"></a>KING ESTMERE.</h3> + +<p class="center">From <i>Reliques of English Poetry</i>, i. 65.</p> + + +<p>"This romantic legend," says Percy, "is given from +two copies, one of them in the Editor's folio MS., but +which contained very great variations." This second +copy has been conjectured to be of Percy's own +making, the ballad never having been heard of by any +one else, out of his manuscript. Judging from the +internal evidence, the alterations made in the printed +text were not very serious.</p> + +<p>King Easter and King Wester have appeared in the +ballad of <i>Fause Foodrage</i>, (vol. iii. p. 40.) In another +version of the same, they are called the Eastmure king +and the Westmure king, (Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. +lix.) There is also a tale cited in the <i>Complaynt of +Scotland</i>, (i. 98,) of a king of Estmureland that married +the daughter of the king of Westmureland. This +is plausibly supposed by Ritson to have been a romance +of Horn, in which case the two countries should mean +England and Ireland. King Esmer is one of King +Diderik's champions (in the Danish ballad, <i>Kong Diderik +og hans Kæmper</i>), and the father of Svend Vonved +(in <i>Svend Vonved</i>). In the Flemish and German +romances of <i>The Knight of the Swan</i>, Essmer, or Esmerés, +is one of the seven sons of Oriant, and in <i>Le +Dit de Flourence de Romme</i> (Jubinal, <i>Nouveau Recueil +de Contes</i>, etc., i. 88), Esmère is a Roman prince. +(Grundtvig, i. 78, 236.) For the nonce, we are told<!-- Page 160 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> +that King Estmere was an English prince, and we may, +perhaps, infer from the eighth stanza that King Adland's +dominions were on the same island. But no +subject of inquiry can be more idle than the geography +of the romances.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hearken to me, gentlemen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come and you shall heare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ile tell you of two of the boldest brethren,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ever born y-were.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The tone of them was Adler yonge,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tother was kyng Estmere;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They were as bolde men in their deedes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As any were, farr and neare.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As they were drinking ale and wine<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Within kyng Estmeres halle,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"When will ye marry a wyfe, brother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A wyfe to gladd us all?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then bespake him kyng Estmere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And answered him hartilye:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I knowe not that ladye in any lande,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That is able to marry with mee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Kyng Adland hath a daughter, brother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Men call her bright and sheene;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If I were kyng here in your stead,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 161 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span><span class="i2">That ladye shold be queene."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sayes, "Reade me, reade me, deare brother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Throughout merry England,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where we might find a messenger<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Betweene us two to sende."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sayes, "You shall ryde yourselfe, brother,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ile beare you companee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_IV_1_27" id="LNanchor_IV_1_27"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_1_27" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Many throughe fals messengers are deceived</a>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I feare lest soe shold wee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus they renisht them to ryde<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On twoe good renisht steedes,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when they came to kyng Adlands halle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of red golde shone their weedes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when they came to kyng Adlands halle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before the goodlye yate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ther they found good kyng Adland,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rearing himselfe theratt.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Nowe Christ thee save, good kyng Adland,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nowe Christ thee save and see:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sayd, "You be welcome, kyng Estmere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Right hartilye to mee."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You have a daughter," sayd Adler yonge,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Men call her bright and sheene;<!-- Page 162 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My brother wold marrye her to his wiffe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of Englande to be queene."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yesterdaye was att my dere daughter<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The king his sonne of Spayn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then she nicked him of naye;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I feare sheele do youe the same."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The kyng of Spayne is a foule paynim,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And 'leeveth on Mahound,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pitye it were that fayre ladye<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shold marrye a heathen hound."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But grant to me," sayes kyng Estmere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"For my love I you praye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I may see your daughter dere<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before I goe hence awaye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Althoughe itt is seven yeare and more<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Syth my daughter was in halle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She shall come downe once for your sake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To glad my guestès alle."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Downe then came that mayden fayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With ladyes lacede in pall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And halfe a hondred of bolde knightes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To bring her from bowre to hall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And eke as manye gentle squieres,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To waite upon them all.<!-- Page 163 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The talents of golde were on her head sette,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hunge lowe downe to her knee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And everye rynge on her small finger<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shone of the chrystall free.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sayes, "Christ you save, my deare madame,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sayes, "Christ you save and see:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sayes, "You be welcome, kyng Estmere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Right welcome unto mee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And iff you love me, as you saye,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">So well and hartilee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All that ever you are comen about<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Soone sped now itt may bee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then bespake her father deare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"My daughter, I saye naye;<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Remember well the kyng of Spayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What he sayd yesterdaye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"He wold pull downe my halles and castles,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And reave me of my lyfe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ever I feare that paynim kyng,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Iff I reave him of his wyfe."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Your castles and your towres, father,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Are stronglye built aboute;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And therefore of that foule paynim<br /></span> +<!-- Page 164 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span><span class="i2">Wee neede not stande in doubte.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Plyght me your troth nowe, kyng Estmere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By heaven and your righte hande,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That you will marrye me to your wyfe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And make me queene of your land."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then kyng Estmere he plight his troth<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">By heaven and his righte hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he wolde marrye her to his wyfe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And make her queene of his land.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And he tooke leave of that ladye fayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To goe to his owne countree,<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To fetche him dukes and lordes and knightes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That marryed they might bee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They had not ridden scant a myle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A myle forthe of the towne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in did come the kynge of Spayne,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">With kempès many a one:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But in did come the kyng of Spayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With manye a grimme barone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tone day to marrye kyng Adlands daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tother daye to carrye her home.<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then shee sent after kyng Estmere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In all the spede might bee,<!-- Page 165 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he must either returne and fighte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or goe home and lose his ladye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">One whyle then the page he went,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Another whyle he ranne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he had oretaken king Estmere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Iwis he never blanne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Tydinges, tydinges, kyng Estmere!"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"What tydinges nowe, my boye?"<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O tydinges I can tell to you,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That will you sore annoye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You had not ridden scant a myle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A myle out of the towne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in did come the kyng of Spayne<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">With kempès many a one:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But in did come the kyng of Spayne<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With manye a grimme barone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tone day to marrye kyng Adlands daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tother daye to carrye her home.<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"That ladye fayre she greetes you well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ever-more well by mee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You must either turne againe and fighte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or goe home and lose your ladye."<!-- Page 166 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sayes, "Reade me, reade me, deare brother,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">My reade shall <a name="LNanchor_IV_1_136" id="LNanchor_IV_1_136"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_1_136" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">ryse</a> at thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whiche way we best may turne and fighte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To save this fayre ladye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now hearken to me," sayes Adler yonge,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And your reade must rise at me;<a name="LNanchor_IV_1_140" id="LNanchor_IV_1_140"></a><span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I quicklye will devise a waye<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To sette thy ladye free.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My mother was a westerne woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And learned in gramarye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when I learned at the schole,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Something shee taught itt me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There groweth an hearbe within this fielde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And iff it were but knowne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His color which is whyte and redd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It will make blacke and browne.<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"His color which is browne and blacke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Itt will make redd and whyte;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That sword is not in all Englande,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon his coate will byte.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And you shal be a harper, brother,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out of the north countree;<!-- Page 167 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Ile be your boye, so faine of fighte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To beare your harpe by your knee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And you shall be the best harper<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ever tooke harpe in hand;<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I will be the best singer<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ever sung in this land.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Itt shal be written in our forheads,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All and in grammarye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That we towe are the boldest men<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That are in all Christentye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And thus they renisht them to ryde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On towe good renish steedes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whan they came to king Adlands hall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of redd gold shone their weedes.<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And whan they came to kyng Adlands hall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Untill the fayre hall yate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There they found a proud porter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rearing himselfe theratt.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sayes, "Christ thee save, thou proud porter,"<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sayes, "Christ thee save and see:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Nowe you be welcome," sayd the porter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Of what land soever ye bee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"We been harpers," sayd Adler yonge,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 168 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span><span class="i2">"Come out of the northe countree;<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">We beene come hither untill this place,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This proud weddinge for to see."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sayd, "And your color were white and redd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As it is blacke and browne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ild saye king Estmere and his brother<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were comen untill this towne."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_IV_1_187" id="LNanchor_IV_1_187"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_1_187" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Then they pulled out a ryng of gold</a>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_IV_1_187" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Layd itt on the porters arme</a>:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And ever we will thee, proud porter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thow wilt saye us no harme."<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sore he looked on kyng Estmere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sore he handled the ryng,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then opened to them the fayre hall yates,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He lett for no kind of thyng.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Kyng Estmere he light off his steede,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Up att the fayre hall board;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The frothe that came from his brydle bitte<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Light on kyng Bremors beard.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sayes, "Stable thy steede, thou proud harper,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Go stable him in the stalle;<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Itt doth not beseeme a proud harper<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To stable him in a kyngs halle."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My ladd he is so lither," he sayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"He will do nought that's meete;<!-- Page 169 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye that I cold but find the man,<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were able him to beate."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thou speakst proud words," sayd the paynim king,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Thou harper, here to mee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is a man within this halle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That will beate thy lad and thee."<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O lett that man come downe," he sayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"A sight of him wold I see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whan hee hath beaten well my ladd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then he shall beate of mee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Downe then came the kemperye man,<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And looked him in the eare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For all the gold that was under heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He durst not neigh him neare.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And how nowe, kempe," sayd the kyng of Spayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And how what aileth thee?"<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He sayes, "Itt is written in his forhead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All and in gramarye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That for all the gold that is under heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I dare not neigh him nye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Kyng Estmere then pulled forth his harpe,<span class="linenum">225</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And played thereon so sweete:<!-- Page 170 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upstarte the ladye from the kynge,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As hee sate at the meate.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now stay thy harpe, thou proud harper,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now stay thy harpe, I say;<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For an thou playest as thou beginnest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou'lt till my bride awaye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He strucke upon his harpe agayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And playd both fayre and free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ladye was so pleasde theratt,<span class="linenum">235</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She laught loud laughters three.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Nowe sell me thy harpe," sayd the kyng of Spayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Thy harpe and stryngs eche one,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as many gold nobles thou shalt have,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As there be stryngs thereon."<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And what wold ye doe with my harpe," he sayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Iff I did sell it yee?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"To playe my wiffe and me a fitt,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When abed together we bee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now sell me," quoth hee, "thy bryde soe gay,<span class="linenum">245</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As shee sitts laced in pall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as many gold nobles I will give,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As there be rings in the hall."<!-- Page 171 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And what wold ye doe with my bryde soe gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Iff I did sell her yee?<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">More seemelye it is for her fayre bodye<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To lye by mee than thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hee played agayne both loud and shrille,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Adler he did syng,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O ladye, this is thy owne true love;<span class="linenum">255</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Noe harper, but a kyng.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O ladye, this is thy owne true love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As playnlye thou mayest see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Ile rid thee of that foule paynim,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who partes thy love and thee."<span class="linenum">260</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The ladye looked, the ladye blushte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And blushte and lookt agayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While Adler he hath drawne his brande,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hath the Sowdan slayne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Up then rose the kemperye men,<span class="linenum">265</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And loud they gan to crye:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ah! traytors, yee have slayne our kyng,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And therefore yee shall dye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Kyng Estmere threwe the harpe asyde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And swith he drew his brand;<span class="linenum">270</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Estmere he, and Adler yonge,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Right stiffe in stour can stand.<!-- Page 172 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And aye their swordes soe sore can byte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Through helpe of gramarye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That soone they have slayne the kempery men,<span class="linenum">275</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or forst them forth to flee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Kyng Estmere tooke that fayre ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And marryed her to his wiffe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And brought her home to merrye England,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With her to leade his life.<span class="linenum">280</span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_IV_1_27" id="Linenote_IV_1_27"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_1_27" title="link to line number">27</a>. MS. Many a man ... is.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_IV_1_136" id="Linenote_IV_1_136"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_1_136" title="link to line number">136</a>. MS. ryde, but see v. <a href="#LNanchor_IV_1_140" title="link to line number">140</a>.</p> + +<p>v. <a name="Linenote_IV_1_187" id="Linenote_IV_1_187"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_1_187" title="link to line number">187</a>.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then they pulled out a ryng of gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Layd itt on the porters arme.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The rings so often used in ballads to conciliate the porter +would seem to be not personal ornaments, but coins. For an +account of Ring Money, see the paper of Sir William Betham, +in the seventeenth volume of the <i>Transactions of the Royal +Irish Academy</i>.</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 173 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="SIR_CAULINE" id="SIR_CAULINE"></a>SIR CAULINE.</h3> + +<p class="center">From <i>Reliques of English Poetry</i>, i. 44.</p> + + +<p>"This old romantic tale," says Percy, "was preserved +in the Editor's folio MS., but in so very defective +and mutilated a condition, (not from any chasm in +the MS., but from great omission in the transcript, +probably copied from the faulty recitation of some illiterate +minstrel,) that it was necessary to supply several +stanzas in the first part, and still more in the second, +to connect and complete the story."</p> + +<p>Many of the interpolations acknowledged in such +general terms might with some confidence be pointed +out. Among them are certainly most, if not all, of the +last twelve stanzas of the Second Part, which include +the catastrophe to the story. It is difficult to believe +that this charming romance had so tragic and so sentimental +a conclusion.</p> + +<p>The first part of this ballad is preserved in Scotland, +under the title of <i>King Malcolm and Sir Colvin</i>, and +is printed in our Appendix from Buchan's collection. +In this, Sir Colvin weds the princess after his victory +over the Elrick knight.<!-- Page 174 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p> + + +<h4>THE FIRST PART.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In Ireland, ferr over the sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There dwelleth a bonnye kinge;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with him a yong and comlye knighte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Men call him Syr Cauline.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The kinge had a ladye to his daughter,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In fashyon she hath no peere;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And princely wightes that ladye wooed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To be theyr wedded feere.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Syr Cauline loveth her best of all,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But nothing durst he saye,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ne descreeve his counsayl to no man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But deerlye he lovde this may.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Till on a daye it so beffell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Great dill to him was dight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The maydens love removde his mynd,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To care-bed went the knighte.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">One while he spred his armes him fro,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">One while he spred them nye:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And aye! but I winne that ladyes love,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 175 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span><span class="i2">For dole now I mun dye."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And whan our parish-masse was done,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our kinge was bowne to dyne:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He sayes, "Where is Syr Cauline,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That is wont to serve the wyne?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then aunswerde him a courteous knighte,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fast his handes gan wringe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Syr Cauline is sicke, and like to dye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Without a good leechinge."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Fetche me downe my daughter deere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She is a leeche fulle fine;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Goe take him doughe and the baken bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And serve him with the wyne soe red:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lothe I were him to tine."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair Christabelle to his chaumber goes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her maydens followyng nye:<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O well," she sayth, "how doth my lord?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O sicke, thou fayr ladye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Nowe ryse up wightlye, man, for shame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Never lye soe cowardlee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For it is told in my fathers halle<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">You dye for love of mee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Fayre ladye, it is for your love<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That all this dill I drye:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For if you wold comfort me with a kisse,<!-- Page 176 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then were I brought from bale to blisse,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">No lenger wold I lye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sir knighte, my father is a kinge,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I am his onlye heire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alas! and well you knowe, syr knighte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I never can be youre fere."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O ladye, thou art a kinges daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I am not thy peere;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But let me doe some deedes of armes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To be your bacheleere."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Some deedes of armes if thou wilt doe,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">My bacheleere to bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(But ever and aye my heart wold rue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Giff harm shold happe to thee,)<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Upon Eldridge hill there groweth a thorne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon the mores brodinge;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dare ye, syr knighte, wake there all nighte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Untile the fayre morninge?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For the Eldridge knighte, so mickle of mighte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will examine you beforne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And never man bare life awaye,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But he did him scath and scorne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"That knighte he is a foul paynim,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And large of limb and bone;<!-- Page 177 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And but if heaven may be thy speede,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy life it is but gone."<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Nowe on the Eldridge hilles Ile walke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For thy sake, fair ladie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Ile either bring you a ready token,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or Ile never more you see."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The lady has gone to her own chaumbere,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her maydens following bright;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Syr Cauline lope from care-bed soone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to the Eldridge hills is gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For to wake there all night.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Unto midnight, that the moone did rise,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He walked up and downe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then a lightsome bugle heard he blowe<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Over the bents soe browne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth hee, "If cryance come till my heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I am ffar from any good towne."<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And soone he spyde on the mores so broad<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A furyous wight and fell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A ladye bright his brydle led,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Clad in a fayre kyrtell:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And soe fast he called on Syr Cauline,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O man, I rede thee flye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_IV_2_92" id="LNanchor_IV_2_92"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_2_92" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">For but if</a> cryance come till thy heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I weene but thou mun dye."<!-- Page 178 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He sayth, "<a name="LNanchor_IV_2_94" id="LNanchor_IV_2_94"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_2_94" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">No cryance comes till my heart</a>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor, in faith, I wyll not flee;<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For, cause thou minged not Christ before,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The less me dreadeth thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Eldridge knighte, he pricked his steed;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Syr Cauline bold abode:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then either shooke his trustye speare,<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the timber these two children bare<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Soe soone in sunder slode.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then tooke they out theyr two good swordes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And layden on full faste,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till helme and hawberke, mail and sheelde,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">They all were well-nye brast.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Eldridge knight was mickle of might,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And stiffe in stower did stande;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Syr Cauline with an aukeward stroke<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He smote off his right-hand;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">That soone he, with paine and lacke of bloud,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fell downe on that lay-land.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up Syr Cauline lift his brande<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All over his head so hye:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And here I sweare by the holy roode,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nowe, caytiffe, thou shalt dye."<!-- Page 179 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up and came that ladye brighte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Faste ringing of her hande:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For the maydens love, that most you love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Withhold that deadlye brande:<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For the maydens love that most you love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now smyte no more I praye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye whatever thou wilt, my lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He shall thy hests obaye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now sweare to mee, thou Eldridge knighte,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And here on this lay-land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That thou wilt believe on Christ his laye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And therto plight thy hand:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And that thou never on Eldridge [hill] come<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To sporte, gamon, or playe;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that thou here give up thy armes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Until thy dying daye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Eldridge knighte gave up his armes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With many a sorrowfulle sighe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sware to obey Syr Caulines hest,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till the tyme that he shold dye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And he then up, and the Eldridge knighte<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sett him in his saddle anone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the Eldridge knighte and his ladye,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 180 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span><span class="i2">To theyr castle are they gone.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he tooke up the bloudy hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That was so large of bone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on it he founde five ringes of gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of knightes that had be slone.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he tooke up the Eldridge sworde,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As hard as any flint;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he tooke off those ringes five,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As bright as fyre and brent.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Home then pricked Syr Cauline,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As light as leafe on tree;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I-wys he neither stint ne blanne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till he his ladye see.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then downe he knelt upon his knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before that lady gay:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O ladye, I have bin on the Eldridge hills;<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">These tokens I bring away."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now welcome, welcome, Syr Cauline,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thrice welcome unto mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For now I perceive thou art a true knighte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of valour bolde and free."<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O ladye, I am thy own true knighte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy hests for to obaye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mought I hope to winne thy love!"—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No more his tonge colde say.<!-- Page 181 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The ladye blushed scarlette redde,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fette a gentill sighe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Alas! syr knight, how may this bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For my degree's soe highe?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But sith thou hast hight, thou comely youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To be my batchilere,<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ile promise, if thee I may not wedde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I will have none other fere."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then shee held forthe her liley-white hand<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Towards that knighte so free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He gave to it one gentill kisse,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">His heart was brought from bale to blisse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The teares sterte from his ee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But keep my counsayl, Syr Cauline,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ne let no man it knowe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For, and ever my father sholde it ken,<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wot he wolde us sloe."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From that daye forthe, that ladye fayre<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lovde Syr Cauline the knighte;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From that daye forthe, he only joyde<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whan shee was in his sight.<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yea, and oftentimes they mette<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Within a fayre arboure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where they, in love and sweet daliaunce,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Past manye a pleasaunt houre.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_IV_2_92" id="Linenote_IV_2_92"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_2_92" title="link to line number">92</a>, MS. For if.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_IV_2_94" id="Linenote_IV_2_94"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_2_94" title="link to line number">94</a>, No inserted.</p> +</div> + +<p><!-- Page 182 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p> +<h4>THE SECOND PART.</h4> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Everye white will have its blacke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And everye sweete its sowre:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This founde the Ladye Christabelle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In an untimely howre.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For so it befelle, as Syr Cauline<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was with that ladye faire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The kinge, her father, walked forthe<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To take the evenyng aire:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And into the arboure as he went<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To rest his wearye feet,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He found his daughter and Syr Cauline<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There sette in daliaunce sweet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The kinge hee sterted forthe, i-wys,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And an angrye man was hee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Nowe, traytoure, thou shalt hange or drawe<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And rewe shall thy ladie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then forthe Syr Cauline he was ledde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And throwne in dungeon deepe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the ladye into a towre so hye,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 183 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span><span class="i2">There left to wayle and weepe.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The queene she was Syr Caulines friend,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to the kinge sayd shee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I praye you save Syr Caulines life,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And let him banisht bee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now, dame, that traitor shall be sent<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Across the salt sea fome:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But here I will make thee a band,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If ever he come within this land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A foule deathe is his doome."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All woe-begone was that gentil knight<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To parte from his ladye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And many a time he sighed sore,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And cast a wistfulle eye:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Faire Christabelle, from thee to parte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Farre lever had I dye."<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair Christabelle, that ladye bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was had forthe of the towre;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ever shee droopeth in her minde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As, nipt by an ungentle winde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Doth some faire lillye flowre.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And ever shee doth lament and weepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To tint her lover soe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Syr Cauline, thou little think'st on mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But I will still be true."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Manye a kinge, and manye a duke,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lorde of high degree,<!-- Page 184 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did sue to that fayre ladye of love;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But never shee wolde them nee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When manye a daye was past and gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ne comforte she colde finde,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The kynge proclaimed a tourneament,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To cheere his daughters mind.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And there came lords, and there came knights,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fro manye a farre countrye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To break a spere for theyr ladyes love,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before that faire ladye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And many a ladye there was sette,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In purple and in palle;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But faire Christabelle, soe woe-begone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was the fayrest of them all.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then manye a knighte was mickle of might,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before his ladye gaye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But a stranger wight, whom no man knewe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He wan the prize eche daye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His acton it was all of blacke,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">His hewberke and his sheelde;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ne noe man wist whence he did come,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ne noe man knewe where he did gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_IV_2b_69" id="LNanchor_IV_2b_69"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_2b_69" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">When they came out the feelde</a>.<!-- Page 185 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And now three days were prestlye past<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In feates of chivalrye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When lo, upon the fourth morninge,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A sorrowfulle sight they see:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A hugye giaunt stiffe and starke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All foule of limbe and lere,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two goggling eyen like fire farden,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A mouthe from eare to eare.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Before him came a dwarffe full lowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That waited on his knee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at his backe five heads he bare,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">All wan and pale of blee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sir," quoth the dwarffe, and louted lowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Behold that hend Soldain!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Behold these heads I beare with me!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They are kings which he hath slain.<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The Eldridge knight is his own cousine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whom a knight of thine hath shent;<!-- Page 186 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hee is come to avenge his wrong:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to thee, all thy knightes among,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Defiance here hath sent.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But yette he will appease his wrath,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy daughters love to winne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, but thou yeelde him that fayre mayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy halls and towers must brenne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thy head, syr king, must goe with mee,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or else thy daughter deere:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or else within these lists soe broad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou must finde him a peere."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The king he turned him round aboute,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And in his heart was woe:<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Is there never a knighte of my round table<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This matter will undergoe?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Is there never a knighte amongst yee all<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will fight for my daughter and mee?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whoever will fight yon grimme Soldan,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Right fair his meede shall bee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For hee shall have my broad lay-lands,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And of my crowne be heyre;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he shall winne fayre Christabelle<br /></span> +<!-- Page 187 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span><span class="i2">To be his wedded fere."<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But every knighte of his round table<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did stand both still and pale;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For, whenever they lookt on the grim Soldan,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It made their hearts to quail.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All woe-begone was that fayre ladye,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">When she sawe no helpe was nye:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She cast her thought on her owne true-love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the teares gusht from her eye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Up then sterte the stranger knighte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sayd, "Ladye, be not affrayd;<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ile fight for thee with this grimme Soldan,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thoughe he be unmacklye made.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And if thou wilt lend me the Eldridge sworde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That lyeth within thy bowre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I truste in Christe for to slay this fiende,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thoughe he be stiff in stowre."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Goe fetch him downe the Eldridge sworde,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The kinge he cryde, "with speede:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nowe, heaven assist thee, courteous knighte;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My daughter is thy meede."<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The gyaunt he stepped into the lists,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sayd, "Awaye, awaye!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I sweare, as I am the hend Soldan,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou lettest me here all daye."<!-- Page 188 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then forthe the stranger knight he came,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In his blacke armoure dight:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ladye sighed a gentle sighe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That this were my true knighte!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And nowe the gyaunt and knight be mett<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Within the lists soe broad;<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now, with swordes soe sharpe of steele,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They gan to lay on load.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Soldan strucke the knighte a stroke<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That made him reele asyde:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then woe-begone was that fayre ladye,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thrice she deeply sighde.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Soldan strucke a second stroke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And made the bloude to flowe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All pale and wan was that ladye fayre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thrice she wept for woe.<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Soldan strucke a third fell stroke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which brought the knighte on his knee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sad sorrow pierced that ladyes heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she shriekt loud shriekings three.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The knighte he leapt upon his feete,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">All recklesse of the pain:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth hee, "But heaven be now my speede,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or else I shall be slaine."<!-- Page 189 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He grasped his sworde with mayne and mighte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And spying a secrette part,<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He drave it into the Soldans syde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pierced him to the heart.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then all the people gave a shoute,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whan they sawe the Soldan falle:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ladye wept, and thanked Christ<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That had reskewed her from thrall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And nowe the kinge, with all his barons,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rose uppe from offe his seate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And downe he stepped into the listes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That curteous knighte to greete.<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But he, for payne and lacke of bloude,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was fallen into a swounde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there, all walteringe in his gore,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lay lifelesse on the grounde.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come downe, come downe, my daughter deare,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou art a leeche of skille;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Farre lever had I lose halfe my landes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than this good knighte sholde spille."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Downe then steppeth that fayre ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To helpe him if she maye:<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when she did his beavere raise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"It is my life, my lord!" she sayes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And shriekte and swound awaye.<!-- Page 190 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sir Cauline juste lifte up his eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When he heard his ladye crye:<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O ladye, I am thine owne true love;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For thee I wisht to dye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then giving her one partinge looke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He closed his eyes in death,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere Christabelle, that ladye milde,<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Begane to drawe her breathe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when she found her comelye knighte<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Indeed was dead and gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She layde her pale, cold cheeke to his,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thus she made her moane:<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O staye, my deare and onlye lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For mee, thy faithfulle feere;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis meet that I shold followe thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who hast bought my love so deare."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then fayntinge in a deadlye swoune,<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And with a deep-fette sighe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That burst her gentle heart in twayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fayre Christabelle did dye.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><a name="Linenote_IV_2b_69" id="Linenote_IV_2b_69"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_2b_69" title="link to line number">69</a>. "Syr Cauline here acts up to the genuine spirit of perfect +chivalry. In old romances no incident is of more frequent +occurrence than this, of knights already distinguished +for feats of arms laying aside their wonted cognizances, and, +under the semblance of stranger knights, manfully performing +right worshipful and valiant deeds. How often is the +renowned Arthur, in such exhibitions, obliged to exclaim, +"O Jhesu, what knight is that arrayed all in grene (or as +the case may be)? he justeth myghtily!" The Emperor +of Almaine, in like manner, after the timely succor afforded +him by Syr Gowghter, is anxious to learn the name of his +modest but unknown deliverer." [So in the romance of +<i>Roswall and Lillian</i>, &c.]—<span class="smcap">Motherwell.</span></p> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 191 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="FAIR_ANNIE" id="FAIR_ANNIE"></a>FAIR ANNIE.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, iii. 252.</p> + + +<p>The story of <i>Fair Annie</i> is widely disseminated. +The substance of it is found in the beautiful romance +of Marie de France, the <i>Lai le Frein</i>, of which an +ancient English translation is printed in Weber's +<i>Metrical Romances</i>, i. 357. The Swedish and Danish +ballads go under the same name of <i>Fair Anna</i>, and +may be seen in Arwidsson's <i>Svenska Fornsånger</i>, i. +291; Geijer's <i>Svenska Folk-Visor</i>, i. 24; and Nyerup's +<i>Danske Viser</i>, iv. 59. Jamieson has rendered the +Danish ballad very skilfully, in the Scottish dialect, +from Syv's edition of the <i>Kæmpe Viser</i>. In Dutch, +the characters are Maid Adelhaid and King Alewijn +(Hoffmann's <i>Holländische Volkslieder</i>, 164.) The story +as we have found it in German is considerably changed. +See <i>Die wiedergefundene Königstochter</i>, in <i>Des Knaben +Wunderhorn</i>, ii. 274, and <i>Südeli</i>, Uhland's <i>Volkslieder</i>, +i. 273.</p> + +<p>The Scottish versions of <i>Fair Annie</i> are quite +numerous. A fragment of eight stanzas was published +in Herd's collection, (<i>Wha will bake my bridal +bread</i>, ed. 1776, i. 167.) Sir Walter Scott gave a<!-- Page 192 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span> +complete copy, from recitation in the <i>Minstrelsy of +the Scottish Border</i>. Two other copies, also from oral +tradition, were inserted by Jamieson in the Appendix +to his <i>Popular Ballads</i>, (<i>Lady Jane</i>, ii. 371, <i>Burd +Helen</i>, ii. 376,) and from these he constructed the +edition of <i>Lady Jane</i>, printed at p. 73 of the same +volume. Motherwell (<i>Minstrelsy</i>) affords still another +variety, and Chambers has compiled a ballad from +all these sources and a manuscript furnished by Mr. +Kinloch, (<i>Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 186.)</p> + +<p>In this collection we have adopted the versions of +Scott and <a href="#FAIR_ANNIE_2">Motherwell</a>, giving Jamieson's translation +of <i>Skjœn Anna</i> <a href="#SKIOEN_ANNA_FAIR_ANNIE_See_p_191">in our Appendix</a>.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It's narrow, narrow, make your bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And learn to lie your lane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I'm gaun o'er the sea, Fair Annie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A braw bride to bring hame.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wi' her I will get gowd and gear;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' you I ne'er got nane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But wha will bake my bridal bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or brew my bridal ale?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wha will welcome my brisk bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I bring o'er the dale?"—<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It's I will bake your bridal bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And brew your bridal ale;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I will welcome your brisk bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That you bring o'er the dale."<!-- Page 193 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span>—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But she that welcomes my brisk bride<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Maun gang like maiden fair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She maun lace on her robe sae jimp,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And braid her yellow hair."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But how can I gang maiden-like,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When maiden I am nane?<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have I not born seven sons to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And am with child again?"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's ta'en her young son in her arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Another in her hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she's up to the highest tower,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see him come to land.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come up, come up, my eldest son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And look o'er yon sea-strand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And see your father's new-come bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before she come to land."—<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come down, come down, my mother dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come frae the castle wa'!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I fear, if langer ye stand there,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'll let yoursell down fa'."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And she gaed down, and farther down,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her love's ship for to see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the topmast and the mainmast<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shone like the silver free.<!-- Page 194 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And she's gane down, and farther down,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bride's ship to behold;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the topmast and the mainmast<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They shone just like the gold.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's ta'en her seven sons in her hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wot she didna fail!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She met Lord Thomas and his bride,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As they came o'er the dale.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You're welcome to your house, Lord Thomas;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You're welcome to your land;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You're welcome, with your fair ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That you lead by the hand.<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You're welcome to your ha's, ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your welcome to your bowers;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You're welcome to your hame, ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a' that's here is yours."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I thank thee, Annie; I thank thee, Annie;<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae dearly as I thank thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You're the likest to my sister Annie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ever I did see.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There came a knight out o'er the sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And steal'd my sister away;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The shame scoup in his company,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And land where'er he gae!"<!-- Page 195 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span>—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She hang ae napkin at the door,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Another in the ha';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a' to wipe the trickling tears,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae fast as they did fa'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And aye she served the lang tables<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With white bread and with wine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye she drank the wan water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To had her colour fine.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And aye she served the lang tables,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With white bread and with brown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ay she turn'd her round about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae fast the tears fell down.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And he's ta'en down the silk napkin,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hung on a silver pin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye he wipes the tear trickling<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Adown her cheek and chin.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And aye he turn'd him round about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And smiled amang his men,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says—"Like ye best the old ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or her that's new come hame?"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When bells were rung, and mass was sung,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' men bound to bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord Thomas and his new-come bride,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To their chamber they were gaed.<!-- Page 196 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Annie made her bed a little forbye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To hear what they might say;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And ever alas!" fair Annie cried,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That I should see this day!<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gin my seven sons were seven young rats,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Running on the castle wa',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I were a grey cat mysell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I soon would worry them a'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gin my seven sons were seven young hares,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Running o'er yon lilly lee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I were a grew hound mysell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Soon worried they a' should be."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And wae and sad fair Annie sat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And drearie was her sang;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ever, as she sobb'd and grat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Wae to the man that did the wrang!"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My gown is on," said the new-come bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"My shoes are on my feet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I will to fair Annie's chamber,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And see what gars her greet.—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What ails ye, what ails ye, Fair Annie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ye make sic a moan?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has your wine barrels cast the girds,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 197 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span><span class="i2">Or is your white bread gone?<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O wha was't was your father, Annie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or wha was't was your mother?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And had you ony sister, Annie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or had you ony brother?"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The Earl of Wemyss was my father,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Countess of Wemyss my mother;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a' the folk about the house,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To me were sister and brother."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If the Earl of Wemyss was your father,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wot sae was he mine;<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And it shall not be for lack o' gowd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ye your love sall tyne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For I have seven ships o' mine ain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A' loaded to the brim;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I will gie them a' to thee,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' four to thine eldest son.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But thanks to a' the powers in heaven<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I gae maiden hame!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 198 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="FAIR_ANNIE_2" id="FAIR_ANNIE_2"></a>FAIR ANNIE.</h3> + +<p class="center">Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 327. Obtained from recitation.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Learn to mak your bed, Annie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And learn to lie your lane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I maun owre the salt seas gang,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A brisk bride to bring hame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Bind up, bind up your yellow hair,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And tye it in your neck;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And see you look as maiden-like<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As the day that we first met."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O how can I look maiden-like,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When maiden I'll ne'er be;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">When seven brave sons I've born to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the eighth is in my bodie?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The eldest of your sons, my lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' red gold shines his weed;<!-- Page 199 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The second of your sons, my lord,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rides on a milk-white steed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And the third of your sons, my lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He draws your beer and wine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the fourth of your sons, my lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Can serve you when you dine.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And the fift of your sons, my lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He can both read and write;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the sixth of your sons, my lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Can do it most perfyte.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And the sevent of your sons, my lord,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sits on the nurse's knee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And how can I look maiden-like,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When a maid I'll never be?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But wha will bake your wedding bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And brew your bridal ale?<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or wha will welcome your brisk bride<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That you bring owre the dale?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll put cooks in my kitchen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And stewards in my hall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'll have bakers for my bread,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And brewers for my ale;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But you're to welcome my brisk bride<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I bring owre the dale."<!-- Page 200 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He set his feet into his ship,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And his cock-boat on the main;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He swore it would be year and day<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or he returned again.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When year and day was past and gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fair Annie she thocht lang;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she is up to her bower head,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To behold both sea and land.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come up, come up, my eldest son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And see now what you see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O yonder comes your father dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And your stepmother to be."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Cast off your gown of black, mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Put on your gown of brown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'll put off my mourning weeds,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And we'll welcome him home."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's taken wine into her hand,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she has taken bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she is down to the water side<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To welcome them indeed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You're welcome, my lord, you're welcome, my lord,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 201 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span><span class="i2">You're welcome home to me;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">So is every lord and gentleman<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That is in your companie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You're welcome, my lady, you're welcome, my lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You're welcome home to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So is every lady and gentleman<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That's in your companie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I thank you, my girl, I thank you, my girl,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I thank you heartily;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If I live seven years about this house,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rewarded you shall be."<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She serv'd them up, she serv'd them down,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With the wheat bread and the wine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But aye she drank the cauld water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To keep her colour fine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She serv'd them up, she serv'd them down,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With the wheat bread and the beer;<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But aye she drank the cauld water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To keep her colour clear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When bells were rung and mass was sung,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all were boune for rest,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fair Annie laid her sons in bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a sorrowfu' woman she was.<!-- Page 202 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Will I go to the salt, salt seas,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And see the fishes swim?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or will I go to the gay green wood,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hear the small birds sing?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out and spoke an aged man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That stood behind the door,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye will not go to the salt, salt seas,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see the fishes swim;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor will ye go to the gay green wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To hear the small birds sing:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But ye'll take a harp into your hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Go to their chamber door,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye ye'll harp and aye ye'll murn,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">With the salt tears falling o'er."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's ta'en a harp into her hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Went to their chamber door,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye she harped and aye she murn'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With the salt tears falling o'er.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out and spak the brisk young bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In bride-bed where she lay,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I think I hear my sister Annie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I wish weel it may;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For a Scotish lord staw her awa,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And an ill death may he die."<!-- Page 203 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Wha was your father, my girl," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Or wha was your mother?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or had you ever a sister dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or had you ever a brother?"<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"King Henry was my father dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Queen Esther was my mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prince Henry was my brother dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Fanny Flower my sister."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If King Henry was your father dear,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Queen Esther was your mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If Prince Henry was your brother dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then surely I'm your sister.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come to your bed, my sister dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It ne'er was wrang'd for me,<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bot an ae kiss of his merry mouth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As we cam owre the sea."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Awa, awa, ye forenoon bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Awa, awa frae me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wudna hear my Annie greet,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a' the gold I got wi' thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There were five ships of gay red gold<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cam owre the seas with me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's twa o' them will tak me hame,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 204 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span><span class="i2">And three I'll leave wi' thee.<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Seven ships o' white monie<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Came owre the seas wi' me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Five o' them I'll leave wi' thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And twa will take me hame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my mother will make my portion up,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">When I return again."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 205 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="CHILD_WATERS" id="CHILD_WATERS"></a>CHILD WATERS.</h3> + + +<p>First published by Percy from his folio MS., <i>Reliques</i>, +iii. 94. Several traditionary versions have since +been printed, of which we give <i><a href="#BURD_ELLEN">Burd Ellen</a></i> from Jamieson's, +and in the Appendix, <i><a href="#LADY_MARGARET_See_p_205">Lady Margaret</a></i> from +Kinloch's collection. Jamieson also furnishes a fragment, +and Buchan, (<i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, +ii. 30,) a complete copy of another version of <i>Burd +Ellen</i>, and Chambers (<i>Scottish Ballads</i>, 193,) makes +up an edition from all the copies, which we mention +here because he has taken some lines from a manuscript +supplied by Mr. Kinloch.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Childe Waters in his stable stoode<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And stroakt his milke-white steede;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To him a fayre yonge ladye came<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As ever ware womans weede.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sayes, "Christ you save, good Childe Waters,"<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<!-- Page 206 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span><span class="i2">Sayes, "Christ you save and see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My girdle of gold that was too longe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is now too short for mee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And all is with one childe of yours<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I feele sturre at my side;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My gowne of greene it is too straighte;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before, it was too wide."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If the child <a name="LNanchor_IV_4a_13" id="LNanchor_IV_4a_13"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_4a_13" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">be mine</a>, faire Ellen," he sayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Be mine, as you tell mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then take you Cheshire and Lancashire both,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Take them your owne to bee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If the childe be mine, faire Ellen," he sayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Be mine, as you doe sweare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then take you Cheshire and Lancashire both,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And make that child your heyre."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Shee sayes, "I had rather have one kisse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Childe Waters, of thy mouth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than I wolde have Cheshire and Lancashire both,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That lye by north and southe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And I had rather have one twinkling,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Childe Waters, of thine ee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than I wolde have Cheshire and Lancashire both,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To take them mine owne to bee."<!-- Page 207 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"To morrowe, Ellen, I must forth ryde<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Farr into the north countree;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fayrest lady that I can finde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ellen, must goe with mee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_IV_4a_33" id="LNanchor_IV_4a_33"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_4a_33" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">"Thoughe I am not that ladye fayre,</a><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_IV_4a_33" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Yet let me go with thee:</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ever I pray you, Childe Waters,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your foot-page let me bee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If you will my foot-page bee, Ellen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As you doe tell to mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then you must cut your gowne of greene<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An inch above your knee:<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Soe must you doe your yellowe lockes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An inch above your ee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You must tell no man what is my name;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My foot-page then you shall bee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Shee, all the long daye Childe Waters rode,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ran barefoote by his syde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet was he never soe courteous a knighte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To say, "Ellen, will you ryde?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Shee, all the long daye Childe Waters rode,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ran barefoote thorow the broome,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yett was hee never soe courteous a knighte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To say, "put on your shoone."<!-- Page 208 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ride softlye," shee sayd, "O Childe Waters:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Why doe you ryde so fast?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The childe, which is no mans but thine,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">My bodye itt will brast."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hee sayth, "seest thou yond water, Ellen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That flows from banke to brimme?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I trust to God, O Childe Waters,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You never will see me swimme."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when shee came to the water side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She sayled to the chinne:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Now the Lord of heaven be my speede,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For I must learne to swimme."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The salt waters bare up her clothes,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our Ladye bare up her chinne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Childe Waters was a woe man, good Lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see faire Ellen swimme!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when shee over the water was,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shee then came to his knee:<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hee sayd, "Come hither, thou fayre Ellen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Loe yonder what I see.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of redd gold shines the yate:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of twenty foure faire ladyes there,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The fairest is my mate.<!-- Page 209 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of redd golde shines the towre:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There are twenty four fayre ladyes there,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The fayrest is my paramoure."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I see the hall now, Childe Waters,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of redd golde shines the yate:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God give you good now of yourselfe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And of your worldlye mate.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I see the hall now, Childe Waters,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of redd golde shines the towre:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God give you good now of yourselfe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And of your paramoure."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There twenty four fayre ladyes were<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A playing at the ball,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Ellen, the fayrest ladye there,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Must bring his steed to the stall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There twenty four fayre ladyes were<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A playinge at the chesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Ellen, the fayrest ladye there,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Must bring his horse to gresse.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And then bespake Childe Waters sister,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These were the wordes sayd shee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"You have the prettyest page, brother,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 210 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span><span class="i2">That ever I did see;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But that his bellye it is soe bigge,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His girdle stands soe hye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ever, I pray you, Childe Waters,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let him in my chamber lye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It is not fit for a little foot-page,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That has run throughe mosse and myre,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To lye in the chamber of any ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That weares soe riche attyre.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It is more meete for a little foot-page,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That has run throughe mosse and myre,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To take his supper upon his knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lye by the kitchen fyre."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now when they had supped every one,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To bedd they tooke theyr waye:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He sayd, "Come hither, my little foot-page,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hearken what I saye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Goe thee downe into yonder towne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lowe into the streete;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fayrest ladye that thou canst finde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hyre in mine armes to sleepe;<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And take her up in thine armes twaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For filing of her feete."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ellen is gone into the towne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lowe into the streete;<!-- Page 211 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fayrest ladye that shee colde finde,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She hyred in his armes to sleepe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tooke her up in her armes twayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For filing of her feete.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I praye you nowe, good Childe Waters,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let mee lye at your feete;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For there is noe place about this house,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where I may saye a sleepe."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_IV_4a_133" id="LNanchor_IV_4a_133"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_4a_133" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">He gave her leave, and faire Ellen</a><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_IV_4a_133" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Down at his beds feet laye;</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">This done the nighte drove on apace,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And when it was neare the daye,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hee sayd, "Rise up, my little foot-page,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Give my steede corne and haye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And give him nowe the good black oats,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To carry mee better awaye."<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Up then rose the faire Ellen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gave his steede corne and hay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And soe shee did the good black oates,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To carry him the better awaye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She leaned her back to the manger side,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And grievouslye did groane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She leaned her back to the manger side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And there shee made her moane.<!-- Page 212 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And that beheard his mother deare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_IV_4a_150" id="LNanchor_IV_4a_150"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_4a_150" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Shee heard her woefull woe:</a><span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shee sayd, "Rise up, thou Childe Waters,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And into thy stable goe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For in thy stable is a ghost,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That grievouslye doth grone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or else some woman laboures with childe,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shee is so woe-begone."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Up then rose Childe Waters soone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And did on his shirte of silke;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then he put on his other clothes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On his bodye as white as milke.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when he came to the stable dore,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Full still there hee did stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That hee mighte heare his fayre Ellen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Howe shee made her monand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She sayd, "Lullabye, mine own dear childe,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lullabye, deare childe, deare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wolde thy father were a kinge,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy mothere layd on a biere."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Peace nowe," hee sayd, "good, faire Ellen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bee of good cheere, I praye;<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the bridale and the churchinge bothe<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall bee upon one daye.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_IV_4a_13" id="Linenote_IV_4a_13"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_4a_13" title="link to line number">13</a>, MS. be inne.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_IV_4a_33" id="Linenote_IV_4a_33"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_4a_33" title="link to line number">33</a>, 34, supplied by Percy.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_IV_4a_133" id="Linenote_IV_4a_133"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_4a_133" title="link to line number">133</a>, 134, supplied by Percy.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_IV_4a_150" id="Linenote_IV_4a_150"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_4a_150" title="link to line number">150</a>, her woefull woe, Percy!</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 213 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="BURD_ELLEN" id="BURD_ELLEN"></a>BURD ELLEN.</h3> + + +<p>Printed from Mrs. Brown's recitation, in Jamieson's +<i>Popular Ballads</i>, i. 117. We have restored the +text by omitting some interpolations of the editor, and +three concluding stanzas by the same, which, contrary +to all authority, gave a tragic turn to the story.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lord John stood in his stable door,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said he was boun to ride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Burd Ellen stood in her bower door,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said she'd rin by his side.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's pitten on his cork-heel'd shoon,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fast awa rade he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's clad hersel in page array,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And after him ran she:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Till they came till a wan water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And folks do call it Clyde;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then he's lookit o'er his left shoulder,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says, "Lady, will ye ride?"<!-- Page 214 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O I learnt it wi' my bower woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I learnt it for my weal,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whanever I cam to wan water,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To swim like ony eel."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But the firsten stap the lady stappit,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The water came till her knee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ochon, alas!" said the lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"This water's o'er deep for me."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The nexten stap the lady stappit,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The water came till her middle;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sighin says that gay lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I've wat my gouden girdle."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The thirden stap the lady stappit,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The water came till her pap;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the bairn that was in her twa sides<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For cauld began to quake.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Lie still, lie still, my ain dear babe;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye work your mother wae:<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your father rides on high horse back,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cares little for us twae."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O about the midst o' Clyde's water<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There was a yeard-fast stane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He lightly turn'd his horse about,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And took her on him behin.<!-- Page 215 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O tell me this now, good lord John,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a word ye dinna lie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How far it is to your lodgin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whare we this night maun be?"<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O see na ye yon castell, Ellen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That shines sae fair to see?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is a lady in it, Ellen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will sinder you and me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There is a lady in that castell<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will sinder you and I"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Betide me weal, betide me wae,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I sall gang there and try."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My dogs shall eat the good white bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ye shall eat the bran;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then will ye sigh, and say, alas!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ever I was a man!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O I shall eat the good white bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And your dogs shall eat the bran;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I hope to live to bless the day,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ever ye was a man."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O my horse shall eat the good white meal,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ye sall eat the corn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then will ye curse the heavy hour<br /></span> +<!-- Page 216 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span><span class="i2">That ever your love was born."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_IV_4b_61" id="LNanchor_IV_4b_61"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_4b_61" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">["O I shall eat the good white meal,</a><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_IV_4b_61" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">And your horse shall eat the corn;]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I ay sall bless the happy hour<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ever my love was born."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O four and twenty gay ladies<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Welcom'd lord John to the ha',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But a fairer lady than them a'<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Led his horse to the stable sta.'<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O four and twenty gay ladies<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Welcom'd lord John to the green;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But a fairer lady than them a'<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At the manger stood alane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When bells were rung, and mass was sung,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' men boun to meat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Burd Ellen was at the bye-table<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amang the pages set.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O eat and drink, my bonny boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The white bread and the beer."—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The never a bit can I eat or drink,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My heart's sae fu' o' fear."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O eat and drink, my bonny boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The white bread and the wine."<!-- Page 217 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span>—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O how sall I eat or drink, master,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' heart sae fu' o' pine?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But out and spak lord John's mother,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a wise woman was she:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Whare met ye wi' that bonny boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That looks sae sad on thee?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sometimes his cheek is rosy red,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sometimes deadly wan;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's liker a woman big wi' bairn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than a young lord's serving man."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O it makes me laugh, my mother dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sic words to hear frae thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He is a squire's ae dearest son,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That for love has followed me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Rise up, rise up, my bonny boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gi'e my horse corn and hay."—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O that I will, my master dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As quickly as I may."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's ta'en the hay under her arm,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The corn intill her hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she's gane to the great stable,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As fast as e'er she can.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O room ye round, my bonny brown steeds,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<!-- Page 218 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span><span class="i2">O room ye near the wa';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the pain that strikes me through my sides<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Full soon will gar me fa'."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She lean'd her back against the wa';<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Strong travel came her on;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And e'en amang the great horse feet<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Burd Ellen brought forth her son.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lord Johnis mither intill her bower<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was sitting all alane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When, in the silence o' the nicht,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She heard Burd Ellen's mane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Won up, won up, my son," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Gae see how a' does fare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I think I hear a woman's groans,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a bairnie greetin' sair."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O hastily he gat him up,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Staid neither for hose nor shoon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he's doen him to the stable door<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' the clear light o' the moon.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He strack the door hard wi' his foot,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae has he wi' his knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And iron locks and iron bars<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into the floor flung he:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Be not afraid, Burd Ellen," he says,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 219 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span><span class="i2">"There's nane come in but me.<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Tak up, tak up my bonny young son;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gar wash him wi' the milk;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tak up, tak up my fair lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gar row her in the silk.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And cheer thee up, Burd Ellen," he says,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Look nae mair sad nor wae;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For your marriage and your kirkin too<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sall baith be in ae day."<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_IV_4b_61" id="Linenote_IV_4b_61"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_4b_61" title="link to line number">61, 62</a>, according to Jamieson, the same as vv. 54, 55, but +here formed on their model, from 57, 58.</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 220 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="ERLINTON" id="ERLINTON"></a>ERLINTON.</h3> + + +<p>First published in the <i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish +Border</i>, ii. 351,—"from the collation of two copies +obtained from recitation."</p> + +<p><i>Erlinton</i> and <i><a href="#THE_CHILD_OF_ELLE">The Child of Elle</a></i> are corrupt varieties +of <i>The Douglas Tragedy</i>. The passage referred to in +vol. ii. p. 114, is remarked on in a note at the end of +the ballad.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Erlinton had a fair daughter;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wat he weird her in a great sin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For he has built a bigly bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' a' to put that lady in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">An' he has warn'd her sisters six,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' sae has he her brethren se'en,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Outher to watch her a' the night,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or else to seek her morn an e'en.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She hadna been i' that bigly bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Na not a night, but barely ane,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till there was Willie, her ain true love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Chapp'd at the door, cryin', "Peace within!"<!-- Page 221 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O whae is this at my bower door,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That chaps sae late, or kens the gin?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O it is Willie, your ain true love,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray you rise an' let me in!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But in my bower there is a wake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' at the wake there is a wane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I'll come to the green-wood the morn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whar blooms the brier, by mornin' dawn."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then she's gane to her bed again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where she has layen till the cock crew thrice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then she said to her sisters a',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Maidens, 'tis time for us to rise."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She pat on her back her silken gown,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' on her breast a siller pin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An' she's ta'en a sister in ilka hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' to the green-wood she is gane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She hadna walk'd in the green-wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Na not a mile but barely ane,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till there was Willie, her ain true love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wha frae her sisters has her ta'en.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He took her sisters by the hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He kiss'd them baith, an' sent them hame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An' he's ta'en his true love him behind,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And through the green-wood they are gane.<!-- Page 222 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They hadna ridden in the bonnie green-wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Na not a mile but barely ane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When there came fifteen o' the boldest knights,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ever bare flesh, blood, or bane.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The foremost was an aged knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He wore the grey hair on his chin:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Yield to me thy lady bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' thou shalt walk the woods within."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For me to yield my lady bright<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To such an aged knight as thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">People wad think I war gane mad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or a' the courage flown frae me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But up then spake the second knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wat he spake right boustouslie:<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Yield me thy life, or thy lady bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or here the tane of us shall die."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My lady is my <a name="LNanchor_IV_5a_53" id="LNanchor_IV_5a_53"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_5a_53" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">warld's meed</a>;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My life I winna yield to nane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But if ye be men of your manhead,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'll only fight me ane by ane."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He lighted aff his milk-white steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' gae his lady him by the head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_IV_5a_59" id="LNanchor_IV_5a_59"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_5a_59" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Say'n, "See ye dinna change your cheer,</a><br /></span> +<!-- Page 223 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span><span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_IV_5a_59" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Untill ye see my body bleed."</a><span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He set his back unto an aik,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He set his feet against a stane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An' he has fought these fifteen men,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' kill'd them a' but barely ane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For he has left that aged knight,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' a' to carry the tidings hame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he gaed to his lady fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wat he kiss'd her tenderlie:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thou art mine ain love, I have thee bought;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now we shall walk the green-wood free."<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_IV_5a_53" id="Linenote_IV_5a_53"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_5a_53" title="link to line number">53</a>, Should we not read <i>warld's mate</i>?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span> to v. <a name="Linenote_IV_5a_59" id="Linenote_IV_5a_59"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_5a_59" title="link to line number">59, 60</a>.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Say'n, 'See ye dinna change your cheer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Untill ye see my body bleed.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>As has been remarked (vol. ii. p. 114), <i>Erlinton</i> retains an +important, and even fundamental trait of the older forms of +the story, which is not found in any other of the English versions +of the <i>Douglas Tragedy</i>. It was a northern superstition +that to call a man by name while he was engaged in fight +was a fatal omen, and hence a phrase, "to name-to-death." +To avert this danger, Ribolt, in nearly all the Scandinavian +ballads, entreats Guldborg not to <i>pronounce his name</i>, even if +she sees him bleeding or struck down. In her agony at seeing +the last of her brothers about to be slain, Guldborg forgets +her lover's injunction, calls on him by name to stop, and +thus brings about the catastrophe. Ignorant reciters have +either dropped the corresponding passage in the English ballad, +or (as in this case) have so corrupted it, that its significance +is only to be made out by comparison with the ancient +copies.</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 224 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_CHILD_OF_ELLE" id="THE_CHILD_OF_ELLE"></a>THE CHILD OF ELLE.</h3> + + +<p>"From a fragment in the Editor's folio MS., which, +though extremely defective and mutilated, appeared +to have so much merit, that it excited a strong desire +to attempt the completion of the story. The reader +will easily discover the supplemental stanzas by their +inferiority, and at the same time be inclined to pardon +it, when he considers how difficult it must be to imitate +the affecting simplicity and artless beauties of the +original." <span class="smcap">Percy</span>, <i>Reliques</i>, i. 113. (See vol. ii. p. 114.)</p> + +<p>It must be acknowledged that this truly modest +apology was not altogether uncalled for. So extensive +are Percy's alterations and additions, that the +reader will have no slight difficulty in detecting the +few traces that are left of the genuine composition. +Nevertheless, Sir Walter Scott avers that the corrections +are "in the true style of Gothic embellishment!"</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On yonder hill a castle standes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With walles and towres bedight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yonder lives the Child of Elle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A younge and comely knighte.<!-- Page 225 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Child of Elle to his garden wente,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And stood at his garden pale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whan, lo! he beheld fair Emmelines page<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come trippinge downe the dale.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Child of Elle he hyed him thence,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ywis he stoode not stille,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And soone he mette faire Emmelines page<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come climbing up the hille.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Nowe Christe thee save, thou little foot-page,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now Christe thee save and see!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh telle me how does thy ladye gaye,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And what may thy tydinges bee?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My lady shee is all woe-begone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the teares they falle from her eyne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye she laments the deadlye feude<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Betweene her house and thine."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And here shee sends thee a silken scarfe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bedewde with many a teare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And biddes thee sometimes thinke on her,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who loved thee so deare.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And here shee sends thee a ring of golde,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The last boone thou mayst have,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And biddes thee weare it for her sake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whan she is layde in grave.<!-- Page 226 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For, ah! her gentle heart is broke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And in grave soone must shee bee,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sith her father hath chose her a new, new love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And forbidde her to think of thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Her father hath brought her a carlish knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sir John of the north countraye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And within three dayes shee must him wedde,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or he vowes he will her slaye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Nowe hye thee backe, thou little foot-page,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And greet thy ladye from mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And telle her that I, her owne true love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will dye, or sette her free.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Nowe hye thee backe, thou little foot-page,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And let thy fair ladye know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This night will I bee at her bowre-windowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Betide me weale or woe."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The boye he tripped, the boye he ranne,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He neither stint ne stayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Untill he came to fair Emmelines bowre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whan kneeling downe he sayd:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O ladye, Ive been with thy own true love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he greets thee well by mee;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">This night will he bee at thy bowre-windowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And dye or sette thee free."<!-- Page 227 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nowe daye was gone, and night was come,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all were fast asleepe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All save the ladye Emmeline,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who sate in her bowre to weepe:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And soone shee heard her true loves voice<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lowe whispering at the walle:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Awake, awake, my deare ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tis I, thy true love, call.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Awake, awake, my ladye deare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come, mount this faire palfraye:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This ladder of ropes will lette thee downe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ile carrye thee hence awaye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Nowe nay, nowe nay, thou gentle knight,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nowe nay, this may not bee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For aye sould I tint my maiden fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If alone I should wend with thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O ladye, thou with a knight so true<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mayst safelye wend alone;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To my ladye mother I will thee bringe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where marriage shall make us one."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My father he is a baron bolde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of lynage proude and hye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And what would he saye if his daughter<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Awaye with a knight should fly?<!-- Page 228 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ah! well I wot, he never would rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor his meate should doe him no goode,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he had slayne thee, Child of Elle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And seene thy deare hearts bloode."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O ladye, wert thou in thy saddle sette,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a little space him fro,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would not care for thy cruel father,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor the worst that he could doe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O ladye, wert thou in thy saddle sette,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And once without this walle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would not care for thy cruel father,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor the worst that might befalle."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Faire Emmeline sighed, faire Emmeline wept,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And aye her heart was woe:<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length he seizde her lilly-white hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And downe the ladder he drewe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And thrice he claspde her to his breste,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And kist her tenderlie:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The teares that fell from her fair eyes,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ranne like the fountayne free.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hee mounted himselfe on his steede so talle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And her on a faire palfraye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And slung his bugle about his necke,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 229 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span><span class="i2">And roundlye they rode awaye.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All this beheard her owne damselle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In her bed whereas shee ley;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth shee, "My lord shall knowe of this,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Soe I shall have golde and fee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Awake, awake, thou baron bolde!<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Awake, my noble dame!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your daughter is fledde with the Childe of Elle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To doe the deede of shame."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The baron he woke, the baron he rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And called his merrye men all:<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And come thou forth, Sir John the knighte;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The ladye is carried to thrall."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair Emmeline scant had ridden a mile,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A mile forth of the towne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When she was aware of her fathers men<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come galloping over the downe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And foremost came the carlish knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sir John of the north countraye:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Nowe stop, nowe stop, thou false traitoure,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor carry that ladye awaye.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For she is come of hye lynage,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And was of a ladye borne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ill it beseems thee, a false churles sonne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To carrye her hence to scorne."<!-- Page 230 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Nowe loud thou lyest, Sir John the knight,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nowe thou doest lye of mee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A knight mee gott, and a ladye me bore,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Soe never did none by thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But light nowe downe, my ladye faire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Light downe, and hold my steed,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">While I and this discourteous knighte<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Doe trye this arduous deede.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But light now downe, my deare ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Light downe, and hold my horse;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While I and this discourteous knight<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Doe trye our valours force."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair Emmeline sighde, fair Emmeline wept,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And aye her heart was woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While twixt her love and the carlish knight<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Past many a baleful blowe.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Child of Elle hee fought soe well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As his weapon he wavde amaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That soone he had slaine the carlish knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And layde him upon the plaine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And nowe the baron, and all his men<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Full fast approached nye:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! what may ladye Emmeline doe?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Twere now no boote to flye.<!-- Page 231 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her lover he put his horne to his mouth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And blew both loud and shrill,<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And soone he saw his owne merry men<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come ryding over the hill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Nowe hold thy hand, thou bold baron,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray thee, hold thy hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor ruthless rend two gentle hearts,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fast knit in true loves band.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thy daughter I have dearly lovde<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Full long and many a day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But with such love as holy kirke<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hath freelye sayd wee may.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O give consent shee may be mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And blesse a faithfull paire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My lands and livings are not small,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My house and lynage faire.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My mother she was an earles daughter,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a noble knyght my sire——"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The baron he frownde, and turnde away<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With mickle dole and ire.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair Emmeline sighde, faire Emmeline wept,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And did all tremblinge stand;<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">At lengthe she sprange upon her knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And held his lifted hand.<!-- Page 232 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Pardon, my lorde and father deare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This faire yong knyght and mee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trust me, but for the carlish knyght,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I never had fled from thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oft have you callde your Emmeline<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your darling and your joye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O let not then your harsh resolves<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your Emmeline destroye."<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The baron he stroakt his dark-brown cheeke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And turnde his heade asyde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To wipe awaye the starting teare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He proudly strave to hyde.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In deepe revolving thought he stoode,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And musde a little space;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then raisde faire Emmeline from the grounde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With many a fond embrace.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Here take her, Child of Elle," he sayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gave her lillye hand;<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Here take my deare and only child,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And with her half my land.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thy father once mine honour wrongde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In dayes of youthful pride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Do thou the injurye repayre<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In fondnesse for thy bride.<!-- Page 233 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And as thou love her and hold her deare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Heaven prosper thee and thine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And nowe my blessing wend wi' thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My lovelye Emmeline."<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 234 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="SIR_ALDINGAR" id="SIR_ALDINGAR"></a>SIR ALDINGAR.</h3> + + +<p>Of this very remarkable ballad two copies have +been printed in English, <i>Sir Aldingar</i>, from the Percy +MS. (<i>Reliques</i>, ii. 53), "with conjectural emendations +and the insertion of some additional stanzas," and <i><a href="#SIR_HUGH_LE_BLOND">Sir +Hugh Le Blond</a></i>, by Scott, from recitation. The corresponding +Danish ballad, <i>Ravengaard og Memering</i>, +first published by Grundtvig, is extant in not less than +five copies, the oldest derived from a MS. of the middle +of the 16th century, the others from recent recitations. +With these Grundtvig has given an Icelandic +version, from a MS. of the 17th century, another in +the dialect of the Faroe Islands, and a third half Danish, +half Faroish, both as still sung by the people. +The ballad was also preserved, not long ago, in Norway.—<i>Danmarks +Gamle Folkeviser</i>, i. 177-213, ii. +640-645.</p> + +<p>All these ballads contain a story one and the same +in the essential features—a story which occurs repeatedly +in connection with historical personages, +in Germany, France, Italy, and Spain, as well as +England,—and which has also furnished the theme +for various modern romances, poems, and tragedies.<!-- Page 235 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span> +The connection of the different forms of the legend has +been investigated by the Danish editor at considerable +length and with signal ability; and we shall endeavor +to present the principal results of his wide research in +the few pages which our narrow limits allow us to give +to such questions.</p> + +<p>The names of the characters in the Danish ballads +are Henry (called Duke of Brunswick and of Schleswig +in the oldest), Gunild (of Spires, called also Gunder), +Ravengaard, and Memering. To these correspond, +in the English story, King Henry, Queen +Eleanor, Sir Aldingar (the resemblance of this name +to Ravengaard will be noted), and a boy, to whom no +name is assigned. Eleanor, it hardly need be remarked, +is a queen's name somewhat freely used in ballads (see +vol. vi. 209, and vol. vii. 291), and it is possible that the +consort of Henry II. is here intended, though her reputation +both in history and in song hardly favors that +supposition.</p> + +<p>The occurrence of Spires in the old Danish ballad +would naturally induce us to look for the origin of the +story in the annals of the German emperors of the +Franconian line, who held their court at Spires, and +are most of them buried in the cathedral at that place. +A very promising clue is immediately found in the history +of King (afterwards Emperor) Henry III., son of +the Emperor Conrad II. Salicus. This Henry was +married, in the year 1036, to Gunhild, daughter of +Canute the Great. An English chronicler, William +of Malmesbury, writing in the first half of the 12th +century, tells us that after this princess had lived many +years in honorable wedlock, she was accused of adultery. +Being forced to clear herself by wager of battle,<!-- Page 236 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span> +she found in all her retinue no one who was willing to +risk a combat with her accuser, a man of gigantic stature, +save a little boy whom she had brought with her +from England. The issue of the duel established her +innocence,—her diminutive champion succeeding by +some miracle in ham-stringing his huge adversary; +but it is alleged that the queen refused to return to +her husband, and passed the rest of a long life in a +monastery.<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a></p> + +<p>A Norman-French <i>Life of Edward the Confessor</i>, +written about 1250, repeats this story, and adds the +champion's name.<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A daughter had the king,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who was not so beautiful as clever.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gunnild her name; and he gave her<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To him who with love had asked for her,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The noble Emperor Henry.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She remained not long with him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because by felons, who had no reason<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To blame her calumniously,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She was charged with shame:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the Emperor was she accused.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">According to the custom of the empire,<!-- Page 237 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">It behoved her to clear herself from shame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By battle; and she takes much trouble<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To find one to be her champion:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But finds no one, for very huge was<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The accuser,—as a giant.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But a dwarf, whom she had brought up,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Undertook the fight with him.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At the first blow he hamstrung him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At the second he cut off his feet.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mimecan was the dwarf's name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who was so good a champion,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the history, which is written,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says of him. The lady was freed from blame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the lady the emperor<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No more will have as her lord."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Finally, John Brompton, writing two hundred +years after William of Malmesbury, repeats his account, +and gives the names of <i>both</i> the combatants,—"a +youth called Mimicon, and a man of gigantic +size, by name Roddyngar" (Raadengard = the Danish +Ravengaard).</p> + +<p>The story of William of Malmesbury and the rest, +though it is sufficiently in accordance with the Danish +and English ballads, is in direct opposition to the +testimony of contemporary German chroniclers, who +represent Queen Gunhild as living on the best terms +with her husband, and instead of growing old in God's +service in a nunnery, as dying of the plague in Italy +two years after her marriage, and hardly twenty years +of age. It is manifest, therefore, that the English +chroniclers derived their accounts from ballads current +at their day,<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> which, as they were not founded on any<!-- Page 238 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span> +real passages in the life of Gunhild, require us to look +a little further for their origin.</p> + +<p>The empress Gunhild was called by the German +chroniclers of her day by various names—as Cunihild, +Chunihild, Chunelind, and <i>Cunigund</i>, which last +name she is said to have assumed at her coronation. +This change of Gunhild's name accounts for the unfounded +scandals which were in circulation about her +in her native land, scarcely a hundred years after her +death. Cunigund, wife of Henry III., was in fact confounded +with a contemporary German queen and +empress, <i>St. Cunigund</i>, widow of the Emperor Henry +II. This mistake, which has been made more than +once, will be acknowledged to be a very natural one +(especially for foreigners), when it is considered that +both queens not only bore the same name, but were +married each to an emperor of the same name (Henry), +both of whom again were sons of Conrads.<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a></p> + +<p>Referring now to the history of St. Cunigund, we +read in the papal bull of Innocent III., by which she +was canonized in the year 1200, that "she consecrated<!-- Page 239 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span> +her virginity to the Lord, and preserved it intact,—so +that when at one time by the instigation of the enemy +of mankind a suspicion had been raised against +her, she, to prove her innocence, walked with bare +feet over burning ploughshares, and came off unscathed." +Again, we read in a slightly more recent +German chronicle, as follows: "The Devil, who hates +all the righteous, and is ever seeking to bring them to +shame, stirred up the Emperor against his wife, persuading +him, through a certain duke, that in contempt +of her husband she had committed adultery with another +man. The empress offered to undergo an +ordeal, and a great many bishops came to see it carried out. +Whereupon seven glowing ploughshares were +laid on the ground, over which the empress was forced +to walk in bare feet, to attest her innocence, ... +which, when the king saw, he prostrated himself before +her with all his nobles." Adalbert's Life of St. +Henry (which is, at the latest, of the 12th century), +agreeing in all essentials with these accounts, adds an +important particular, explaining how it was that the +Devil brought the queen's honor into question, namely, +that he was seen by many to go in and out of her +private chamber, in the likeness of a handsome young +man.—St. Cunigund is said to have undergone the +ordeal at Bamberg, in the year 1017. The story, +however, is without foundation, not being mentioned +by any contemporary writers, but first appearing in +various legends, towards the year 1200.</p> + +<p>But St. Cunigund is by no means the first German +empress of whom the story under consideration is told. +A writer contemporary with her, who has nothing to +say about the miracle just recounted, relates some<!-- Page 240 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span>thing +very similar of <i>another</i> empress, one hundred +and thirty years earlier, namely, of Richardis, wife of +Charles III. The tale runs that this Charles, in the +year 887, accused his queen of unlawful connection +with a Bishop. Her Majesty offered to subject herself +to the Judgment of God, either by duel or by the +ordeal of burning ploughshares. It is not said that +either test was applied, but only that the queen retired +into a cloister which she had herself founded. This is +the contemporary account. A century and a half later +we are told that an ordeal by <i>water</i> was actually undergone, +which again is changed by later writers into +an ordeal by <i>fire</i>,—the empress passing through the +flames in a waxed garment, without receiving the least +harm; in memory of which, a day was kept, five centuries +after, in honor of St. Richardis, in the monastery +to which she withdrew.</p> + +<p>Several other similar cases might be mentioned, but +it will suffice to refer to only one more, more ancient +than any of those already cited. Paulus Diaconus +(who wrote about the year 800) relates that a Lombard +queen, Gundiberg (of the 7th century), having +been charged with infidelity, one of her servants asked +permission of the king to fight in the lists for his mistress's +honor, and conquered his antagonist in the +presence of all the people. The same story is told, +more in detail, by Aimoin, a somewhat more recent +writer, of another Gundeberg, likewise of the 7th century. +A Lombard nobleman makes insolent proposals +to his queen, and meets with a most emphatic repulse. +Upon this he goes to the king with a story that the +queen has been three days conspiring to poison her +husband, and put her accomplice in his place. The<!-- Page 241 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span> +tale is believed, and the queen shut up in prison. +The Frankish king, a relation of the injured woman, +remonstrates on the injustice of condemnation without +trial, and the king consents to submit the question to +a duel. The champion of innocence is victorious, and +the real criminal is condignly punished. This form of +the legend, the oldest of all that have been cited, +approaches very near to the Danish and English ballads.</p> + +<p>Our conclusion would therefore be, with Grundtvig, +that the ballads of <i>Sir Aldingar</i>, <i>Ravengaard and +Memering</i>, and the rest, are of common derivation +with the legends of St. Cunigund, Gundeberg, &c., +and that all these are offshoots of a story which, "beginning +far back in the infancy of the Gothic race and +their poetry, is continually turning up, now here and +now there, without having a proper home in any definite +time or assignable place." Many circumstances +corroborative of this view might be added, but we +must content ourselves with obviating a possible objection. +An invariable feature in the story is the <i>judicium +Dei</i> by which the innocence of the accused wife is +established, but there is much difference in the various +forms of the legend as to the <i>kind</i> of ordeal employed, +and some minds may here find difficulty. A close +observation, however, will show such a connection +between the different accounts as to prove an original +unity. Even the earlier legends of St. Cunigund do +not agree on this point; one makes her to have walked +over burning ploughshares, another to have carried red-hot +iron in her hands. The Icelandic copy of the +ballad has both of these: the queen "carries iron and +walks on steel"; and there is also a "judgment by<!-- Page 242 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span> +iron bands." All these three tests are found in the +Faroe ballad, which brings in Memering besides, and +thus furnishes a transition to the Danish, which says +nothing about the trial by fire, and has only the duel. +Finally the English ballad completes the circle with +the pile at which the queen was to be burned, in case +she should not be able to prove her innocence by the +duel.</p> + +<p>At a time uncertain, but earlier than the 14th century, +this legend was transplanted into the literature +of Southern Europe. It is found in various Spanish +chronicles, the earliest the <i>Historia de Cataluña</i> of +Bernardo Desclot, written about 1300; also in a Provençal +and a French chronicle of the 17th century. +In most of these the part of the queen's champion is +assigned to the well-known Raimund Berengar, Count +of Barcelona, who, in the year 1113, took Majorca +from the Moors. The popularity of the story is further +proved by the Spanish romance, <i>El Conde de +Barcelona y la Emperatriz de Alemania</i>; the French +romance <i>L'Histoire de Palanus, Comte de Lyon</i>; and +a novel of Bandello, the 44th of the Second Part. +This last was re-written and published in 1713, with +slight changes, as an original tale, by M<sup>me</sup> de Fontaines +(<i>Histoire de la Comtesse de Savoie</i>), whence Voltaire +borrowed materials for two of his tragedies, <i>Tancrède</i> +and <i>Artémire</i>.</p> + +<p>By the circuitous route of Spain the story returns +to England in a romance of the 15th century, <i>The +Erle of Tolous</i> (Ritson, <i>Metr. Rom.</i> iii. p. 93). +Nearly related with this romance is the German story-book +(derived from the French) on which Hans Sachs +founded his tragedy, <i>Der Ritter Golmi mit der Herzo<!-- Page 243 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span>gin +auss Britanien</i>. Another German popular story-book, +<i>Hirlanda</i>, exhibits a close resemblance to our +ballad of <i>Sir Aldingar</i>.<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a></p> + +<p>"This old fabulous legend is given from the editor's +folio MS., with conjectural emendations, and the insertion +of some additional stanzas to supply and complete +the story. It has been suggested to the editor that the +author of the poem seems to have had in his eye the +story of Gunhilda, who is sometimes called Eleanor (?), +and was married to the emperor (here called king) +Henry."—<span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p> + + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> "Although there are seven centuries between William +and our times," says Grundtvig, "and the North Sea +between Jutland and the land of his birth, it almost seems +as if he had taken his account from the very ballad which +is at this day sung on the little island of Fuur in the Lym +Fiord."</p> + +<p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> We have substituted this paragraph instead of a later +chronicle cited by Grundtvig. The translation is that of +the English editor: <i>Lives of Edward the Confessor</i> (p. 39, +193), recently published by authority of the British government.</p> + +<p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> William of Malmesbury refers to ballads which were +made on the splendid nuptial procession, by which Gunhild +was conducted to the ship that was to bear her to her husband, +as still sung about the streets in his time.</p> + +<p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> An argument in confirmation of what is here said is +afforded by a German annalist of the 14th century, who +states, under the date 1038, that the empress Cunigund died +the 3d of March, and was buried at Spires. Now St. Cunigund +actually did die the 3d of March, and that day is dedicated +to her in the Roman calendar, but the year was 1040, +and she was buried at Bamberg, while Gunhild died in 1038 +(July 18), and was buried in the monastery of Limburg, +near Spires.</p> + +<p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> In § v. of his Introduction to <i>Ravengaard og Memering</i>, +Grundtvig seeks to show that this ballad, though independent +in its origin, was at one time, like many others, woven +into the great South-Gothic epic of Diderik of Bern, and +then, having divided the legend into two portions,—the Accusation +and its Cause, the Vindication and its Mode,—he, in +§ vi. vii. traces out with wonderful learning and penetration +the extensive ramifications of the first part, taken by itself, +through the romance of the Middle Ages. The whole essay +is beyond praise.</p></div> + +<hr /> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Our king he kept a false stewarde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sir Aldingar they him call;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A falser steward than he was one,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Servde not in bower nor hall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He wolde have layne by our comelye queene,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her deere worshippe to betraye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our queene she was a good woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And evermore said him naye.<!-- Page 244 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sir Aldingar was wrothe in his mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With her hee was never content,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till traiterous meanes he colde devyse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In a fyer to have her brent.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There came a lazar to the kings gate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A lazar both blinde and lame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He tooke the lazar upon his backe,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Him on the queenes bed has layne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Lye still, lazar, wheras thou lyest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Looke thou goe not hence away;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ile make thee a whole man and a sound<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In two howers of the day."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then went him forth Sir Aldingar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hyed him to our king:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If I might have grace, as I have space,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sad tydings I could bring."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Say on, say on, Sir Aldingar,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Saye on the soothe to mee."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Our queene hath chosen a new, new love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And shee will have none of thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If shee had chosen a right good knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The lesse had beene her shame;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But she hath chose her a lazar man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A lazar both blinde and lame."<!-- Page 245 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If this be true, thou Aldingar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tyding thou tellest to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then will I make thee a rich, rich knight,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rich both of golde and fee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But if it be false, Sir Aldingar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As God nowe grant it bee!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy body, I sweare by the holye rood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall hang on the gallows tree."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He brought our king to the queenes chamber,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And opend to him the dore:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A lodlye love," King Harry says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"For our queene," dame Elinore!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If thou were a man, as thou art none,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here on my sword thoust dye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But a payre of new gallowes shall be built,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And there shalt thou hang on hye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Forth then hyed our king, iwysse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And an angry man was hee,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And soone he found queene Elinore,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That bride so bright of blee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now God you save, our queene, madame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Christ you save and see!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here you have chosen a newe, newe love,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And you will have none of mee.<!-- Page 246 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If you had chosen a right good knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The lesse had been your shame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But you have chose you a lazar man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A lazar both blinde and lame.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Therfore a fyer there shall be built,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And brent all shalt thou bee."—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Now out, alacke!" said our comly queene,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Sir Aldingar's false to mee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now out, alacke!" sayd our comlye queene,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"My heart with griefe will brast:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I had thought swevens had never been true,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I have proved them true at last.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I dreamt in my sweven on Thursday eve,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In my bed wheras I laye,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I dreamt a grype and a grimlie beast<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had carryed my crowne awaye;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My gorgett and my kirtle of golde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all my faire head-geere;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he wold worrye me with his tush,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to his nest y-beare:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Saving there came a little gray hawke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A merlin him they call,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which untill the grounde did strike the grype,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 247 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span><span class="i2">That dead he downe did fall.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Giffe I were a man, as now I am none,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A battell wold I prove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To fight with that traitor Aldingar:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Att him I cast my glove.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But seeing Ime able noe battell to make,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">My liege, grant me a knight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To fight with that traitor, Sir Aldingar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To maintaine me in my right."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now forty dayes I will give thee<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To seeke thee a knight therin:<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">If thou find not a knight in forty dayes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy bodye it must brenn."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then shee sent east, and shee sent west,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By north and south bedeene;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But never a champion colde she find,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wolde fight with that knight soe keene.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now twenty dayes were spent and gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Noe helpe there might be had;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Many a teare shed our comelye queene,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And aye her hart was sad.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then came one of the queenes damselles,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And knelt upon her knee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheare up, cheare up, my gracious dame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I trust yet helpe may be.<!-- Page 248 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And here I will make mine avowe,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And with the same me binde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That never will I return to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till I some helpe may finde."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then forth she rode on a faire palfraye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oer hill and dale about;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But never a champion colde she finde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wolde fighte with that knight so stout.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And nowe the daye drewe on apace,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When our good queene must dye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All woe-begone was that fair damselle,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">When she found no helpe was nye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All woe-begone was that faire damselle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the salt teares fell from her eye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When lo! as she rode by a rivers side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She met with a tinye boye.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A tinye boy she mette, God wot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All clad in mantle of golde;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He seemed noe more in mans likenesse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then a childe of four yeere olde.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Why grieve you, damselle faire?" he sayd,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And what doth cause you moane?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The damsell scant wolde deigne a looke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But fast she pricked on.<!-- Page 249 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yet turne againe, thou faire damselle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And greete thy queene from mee;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">When bale is at hyest, boote is nyest;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nowe helpe enoughe may bee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Bid her remember what she dreamt,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In her bedd wheras shee laye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How when the grype and the grimly beast<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wolde have carried her crowne awaye,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Even then there came the little gray hawke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And saved her from his clawes:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then bidd the queene be merry at hart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For heaven will fende her cause."<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Back then rode that fair damselle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And her hart it lept for glee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when she told her gracious dame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A gladd woman then was shee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when the appointed day was come,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">No helpe appeared nye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then woeful woeful was her hart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the teares stood in her eye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And nowe a fyer was built of wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a stake was made of tree;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now queene Elinor forth was led,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A sorrowful sight to see.<!-- Page 250 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Three times the herault he waved his hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And three times spake on hye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Giff any good knight will fende this dame,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come forth, or shee must dye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">No knight stood forth, no knight there came,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No helpe appeared nye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now the fyer was lighted up,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Queene Elinor she must dye.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And now the fyer was lighted up,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As hot as hot might bee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When riding upon a little white steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tinye boye they see.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Away with that stake, away with those brands,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And loose our comelye queene:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am come to fight with Sir Aldingar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And prove him a traitor keene."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Forth then stood Sir Aldingar;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But when he saw the chylde,<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He laughed, and scoffed, and turned his backe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And weened he had been beguylde.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now turne, now turne thee, Aldingar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And eyther fighte or flee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I trust that I shall avenge the wronge,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thoughe I am so small to see."<!-- Page 251 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The boye pulld forth a well good sworde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So gilt it dazzled the ee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The first stroke stricken at Aldingar<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Smote off his leggs by the knee.<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Stand up, stand up, thou false traitor,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fighte upon thy feete,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For, and thou thrive as thou beginst,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of height wee shall be meete."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A priest, a priest," sayes Aldingar,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"While I am a man alive;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A priest, a priest," sayes Aldingar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Me for to houzle and shrive.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I wolde have laine by our comlie queene,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But shee wolde never consent;<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then I thought to betraye her unto our kinge,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In a fyer to have her brent.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There came a lazar to the kings gates,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A lazar both blind and lame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I tooke the lazar upon my backe,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And on her bedd had him layne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Then ranne I to our comlye king,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These tidings sore to tell:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ever alacke!" sayes Aldingar,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 252 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span><span class="i2">"Falsing never doth well.<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Forgive, forgive me, queene, madame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The short time I must live:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Nowe Christ forgive thee, Aldingar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As freely I forgive."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Here take thy queene, our King Harrye,<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And love her as thy life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For never had a king in Christentye<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A truer and fairer wife."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">King Harrye ran to claspe his queene,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And loosed her full sone;<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then turnd to look for the tinye boye:—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The boye was vanisht and gone.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But first he had touchd the lazar man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And stroakt him with his hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lazar under the gallowes tree<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">All whole and sounde did stand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The lazar under the gallowes tree<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was comelye, straight, and tall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">King Henrye made him his head stewarde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wayte withinn his hall.<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 253 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="SIR_HUGH_LE_BLOND" id="SIR_HUGH_LE_BLOND"></a>SIR HUGH LE BLOND.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, iii. 51.</p> + + +<p>"The tradition, upon which the ballad is founded, is +universally current in the Mearns; and the Editor is +informed, that, till very lately, the sword, with which +Sir Hugh le Blond was believed to have defended the +life and honour of the Queen, was carefully preserved +by his descendants, the Viscounts of Arbuthnot. That +Sir Hugh of Arbuthnot lived in the thirteenth century, +is proved by his having, 1282, bestowed the patronage +of the church of Garvoch upon the Monks of Aberbrothwick, +for the safety of his soul.—<i>Register of Aberbrothwick, +quoted by Crawford in Peerage.</i></p> + +<p>"I was favoured with the following copy of <i>Sir Hugh +le Blond</i>, by K. Williamson Burnet, Esq. of Monboddo, +who wrote it down from the recitation of an old woman,<!-- Page 254 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span> +long in the service of the Arbuthnot family. Of course, +the diction is very much humbled, and it has, in all +probability, undergone many corruptions; but its antiquity +is indubitable, and the story, though indifferently +told, is in itself interesting. It is believed that there +have been many more verses." <span class="smcap">Scott.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The birds sang sweet as ony bell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The world had not their make,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Queen she's gone to her chamber,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With Rodingham to talk.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I love you well, my Queen, my dame,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Bove land and rents so clear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for the love of you, my Queen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Would thole pain most severe."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If well you love me, Rodingham,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'm sure so do I thee:<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I love you well as any man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Save the King's fair bodye."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I love you well, my Queen, my dame;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Tis truth that I do tell:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for to lye a night with you,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The salt seas I would sail."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Away, away, O Rodingham!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You are both stark and stoor;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would you defile the King's own bed,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 255 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span><span class="i2">And make his Queen a whore?<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"To-morrow you'd be taken sure,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And like a traitor slain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'd be burned at a stake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Although I be the Queen."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He then stepp'd out at her room door,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">All in an angry mood:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until he met a leper-man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Just by the hard way-side.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He intoxicate the leper-man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With liquors very sweet:<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gave him more and more to drink,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Until he fell asleep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He took him in his armis twa,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And carried him along,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he came to the Queen's own bed,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And there he laid him down.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He then stepp'd out of the Queen's bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As swift as any roe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till he came to the very place<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where the King himself did go.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The King said unto Rodingham,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"What news have you to me?"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He said, "Your Queen's a false woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As I did plainly see."<!-- Page 256 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span>—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He hasten'd to the Queen's chamber,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">So costly and so fine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until he came to the Queen's own bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where the leper-man was lain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He looked on the leper-man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who lay on his Queen's bed;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He lifted up the snaw-white sheets,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thus he to him said:—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Plooky, plooky, are your cheeks,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And plooky is your chin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And plooky are your armis twa,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">My bonny Queen's layne in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Since she has lain into your arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She shall not lye in mine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since she has kiss'd your ugsome mouth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She never shall kiss mine."—<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In anger he went to the Queen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who fell upon her knee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He said, "You false, unchaste woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What's this you've done to me?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Queen then turn'd herself about,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tear blinded her ee—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"There's not a knight in a' your court<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dare give that name to me."<!-- Page 257 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He said, "'Tis true that I do say;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For I a proof did make:<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">You shall be taken from my bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And burned at a stake.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Perhaps I'll take my word again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And may repent the same,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If that you'll get a Christian man<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To fight that Rodingham."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Alas! alas!" then cried our Queen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Alas, and woe to me!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's not a man in all Scotland<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will fight with him for me."—<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She breathed unto her messengers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sent them south, east, and west;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They could find none to fight with him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor enter the contest.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She breathed on her messengers,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She sent them to the north;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there they found Sir Hugh le Blond,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To fight him he came forth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When unto him they did unfold<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The circumstance all right,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He bade them go and tell the Queen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That for her he would fight.<!-- Page 258 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The day came on that was to do<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That dreadful tragedy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sir Hugh le Blond was not come up<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To fight for our ladye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Put on the fire," the monster said:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"It is twelve on the bell."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Tis scarcely ten, now," said the King;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I heard the clock mysell."—<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Before the hour the Queen is brought,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The burning to proceed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a black velvet chair she's set,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A token for the dead.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She saw the flames ascending high,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tears blinded her ee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Where is the worthy knight," she said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Who is to fight for me?"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up and spak the King himsell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"My dearest, have no doubt,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For yonder comes the man himsell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As bold as e'er set out."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They then advanced to fight the duel<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With swords of temper'd steel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till down the blood of Rodingham<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Came running to his heel.<!-- Page 259 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sir Hugh took out a lusty sword,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Twas of the metal clear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he has pierced Rodingham<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till's heart-blood did appear.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Confess your treachery, now," he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"This day before you die!"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I do confess my treachery,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I shall no longer lye:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I like to wicked Haman am,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">This day I shall be slain."—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Queen was brought to her chamber,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A good woman again.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Queen then said unto the King,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Arbattle's near the sea;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Give it unto the northern knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That this day fought for me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then said the King, "Come here, Sir Knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And drink a glass of wine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, if <a name="LNanchor_IV_6b_135" id="LNanchor_IV_6b_135"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_6b_135" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Arbattle's</a> not enough,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To it we'll Fordoun join."<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_IV_6b_135" id="Linenote_IV_6b_135"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_6b_135" title="link to line number">135</a>. Arbattle is the ancient name of the barony of Arbuthnot. +Fordun has long been the patrimony of the same +family. S.</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 260 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_KNIGHT_AND_SHEPHERDS_DAUGHTER" id="THE_KNIGHT_AND_SHEPHERDS_DAUGHTER"></a>THE KNIGHT, AND SHEPHERD'S DAUGHTER.</h3> + + +<p>"This ballad (given from an old black-letter copy, +with some corrections) was popular in the time of +Queen Elizabeth, being usually printed with her picture +before it, as Hearne informs us in his preface to +Gul. Neubrig, <i>Hist. Oxon</i>, 1719, 8vo. vol. i. p. lxx. +It is quoted in Fletcher's comedy of the <i>Pilgrim</i>, act +4, sc. 2." <span class="smcap">Percy's</span> <i>Reliques</i>, iii. 114.</p> + +<p>The Scottish ballad corresponding to Percy's has +been printed by Kinloch, p. 25. Besides this, however, +there are three other Scottish versions, superior +to the English in every respect, and much longer. +They are <i>Earl Richard</i>, Motherwell, p. 377; (also in +Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, ii. 81;) a +ballad with the same title in Kinloch's collection, p. 15; +and <i>Earl Lithgow</i>, Buchan, ii. 91. In all these, the +futile attempts of the knight to escape marrying the +lady, and the devices by which she aggravates his +reluctance to enter into the match, are managed with +no little humour. We give <a href="#EARL_RICHARD_B">Motherwell's edition</a> a place +next to Percy's, and refer the reader for Kinloch's <a href="#EARL_RICHARD_B_See_p_260">to +the Appendix</a>.<!-- Page 261 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There was a shepherds daughter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Came tripping on the waye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there by chance a knighte shee mett,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which caused her to staye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Good morrowe to you, beauteous maide,"<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">These words pronounced hee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O I shall dye this daye," he sayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"If Ive not my wille of thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The Lord forbid," the maide replyd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That you shold waxe so wode!"<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_IV_7a_11" id="LNanchor_IV_7a_11"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_7a_11" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">But for all that shee could do or saye,</a><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_IV_7a_11" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">He wold not be withstood.</a><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sith you have had your wille of mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And put me to open shame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now, if you are a courteous knighte,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tell me what is your name?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Some do call mee Jacke, sweet heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And some do call mee Jille;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when I come to the kings faire courte,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 262 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span><span class="i2">They calle me Wilfulle Wille."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He sett his foot into the stirrup,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And awaye then he did ride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She tuckt her girdle about her middle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ranne close by his side.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when she came to the brode water,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She sett her brest and swamme;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when she was got out againe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She tooke to her heels and ranne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He never was the courteous knighte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To saye, "Faire maide, will ye ride?"<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she was ever too loving a maide<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To saye, "Sir knighte, abide."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When she came to the kings faire courte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She knocked at the ring;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So readye was the king himself<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To let this faire maide in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now Christ you save, my gracious liege,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now Christ you save and see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You have a knighte within your courte<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This daye hath robbed mee."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What hath he robbed thee of, sweet heart?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of purple or of pall?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or hath he took thy gaye gold ring<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From off thy finger small?"<!-- Page 263 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"He hath not robbed mee, my liege,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of purple nor of pall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he hath gotten my maidenhead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which grieves mee worst of all."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now if he be a batchelor,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His bodye Ile give to thee;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But if he be a married man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">High hanged he shall bee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He called downe his merrye men all,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By one, by two, by three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sir William used to bee the first,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But nowe the last came hee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He brought her downe full fortye pounde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tyed up withinne a glove:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Faire maid, Ile give the same to thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Go, seeke thee another love."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O Ile have none of your gold," she sayde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Nor Ile have none of your fee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But your faire bodye I must have,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The king hath granted mee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sir William ranne and fetchd her then<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Five hundred pound in golde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saying, "Faire maide, take this to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy fault will never be tolde."<!-- Page 264 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Tis not the gold that shall mee tempt,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These words then answered shee,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But your own bodye I must have,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The king hath granted mee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Would I had drunke the water cleare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When I did drinke the wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rather than any shepherds brat<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shold bee a ladye of mine!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Would I had drank the puddle foule,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When I did drink the ale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rather than ever a shepherds brat<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shold tell me such a tale!"<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A shepherds brat even as I was,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You mote have let mee bee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I never had come to the kings faire courte,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To crave any love of thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He sett her on a milk-white steede,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And himself upon a graye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He hung a bugle about his necke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And soe they rode awaye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when they came unto the place,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where marriage-rites were done,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She proved herself a dukes daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he but a squires sonne.<!-- Page 265 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now marrye me, or not, sir knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your pleasure shall be free:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If you make me ladye of one good towne,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ile make you lord of three."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ah! cursed bee the gold," he sayd;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"If thou hadst not been trewe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I shold have forsaken my sweet love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And have changed her for a newe."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And now their hearts being linked fast,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They joyned hand in hande:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus he had both purse, and person too,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all at his commande.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_IV_7a_11" id="Linenote_IV_7a_11"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_7a_11" title="link to line number">11</a>, 12, Percy's.</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 266 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="EARL_RICHARD_B" id="EARL_RICHARD_B"></a>EARL RICHARD (B).</h3> + +<p class="center">Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 377. From recitation.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Earl Richard once on a day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all his valiant men so wight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He did him down to Barnisdale,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where all the land is fair and light.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He was aware of a damosel,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wot fast on she did her bound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With towers of gold upon her head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As fair a woman as could be found.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He said, "Busk on you, fair ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The white flowers and the red;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I would give my bonnie ship,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To get your maidenhead."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I wish your bonnie ship rent and rive,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And drown you in the sea;<!-- Page 267 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For all this would not mend the miss<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ye would do to me."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The miss is not so great, ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Soon mended it might be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I have four-and-twenty mills in Scotland,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Stands on the water Tay;<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">You'll have them, and as much flour<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As they'll grind in a day."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I wish your bonnie ship rent and rive,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And drown you in the sea;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For all that would not mend the miss<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ye would do for me."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The miss is not so great, lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Soon mended it will be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I have four-and-twenty milk-white cows,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All calved in a day;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">You'll have them, and as much hained grass<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As they all on can gae."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I wish your bonnie ship rent and rive,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And drown ye in the sea;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For all that would not mend the miss<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ye would do to me."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The miss is not so great, ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Soon mended it might be.<!-- Page 268 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I have four-and-twenty milk-white steeds,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All foaled in one year;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">You'll have them, and as much red gold<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As all their backs can bear."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She turned her right and round about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she swore by the mold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I would not be your love," said she,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"For that church full of gold."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He turned him right and round about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he swore by the mass,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says,—"Lady, ye my love shall be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gold ye shall have less."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She turned her right and round about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she swore by the moon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I would not be your love," says she,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"For all the gold in Rome."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He turned him right and round about,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he swore by the moon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says,—"Lady, ye my love shall be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gold ye shall have none."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He caught her by the milk-white hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And by the grass-green sleeve;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there has taken his will of her,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wholly without her leave.<!-- Page 269 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The lady frowned and sadly blushed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And oh! but she thought shame:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says,—"If you are a knight at all,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">You surely will tell me your name."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"In some places they call me Jack,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In other some they call me John;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when into the Queen's Court,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oh then Lithcock it is my name."<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Lithcock! Lithcock!" the lady said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And oft she spelt it over again;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Lithcock! it's Latin," the lady said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Richard's the English of that name."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_IV_7b_75" id="LNanchor_IV_7b_75"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_7b_75" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The Knight he rode, the lady ran,</a><span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A live long summer's day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till they came to the wan water<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That all men do call Tay.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He set his horse head to the water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Just thro' it for to ride;<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the lady was as ready as him<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The waters for to wade.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For he had never been as kind-hearted<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As to bid the lady ride;<!-- Page 270 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she had never been so low-hearted<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As for to bid him bide.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But deep into the wan water<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There stands a great big stone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He turned his wight horse head about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said, "Lady fair, will ye loup on?"<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's taken the wand was in her hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And struck it on the foam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And before he got the middle stream,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The lady was on dry land.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"By help of God and our Lady,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">My help lyes not in your hand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I learned it from my mother dear,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Few is there that has learned better—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I came to a deep water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I can swim thro' like ony otter.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I learned it from my mother dear,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I find I learned it for my weel;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I came to a deep water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I can swim thro' like ony eel."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Turn back, turn back, you lady fair,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">You know not what I see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is a lady in that castle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That will burn you and me."<!-- Page 271 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Betide me weal, betide me wae,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That lady will I see."<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She took a ring from her finger,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gave't the porter for his fee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Tak you that, my good porter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bid the Queen speak to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when she came before the Queen,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">There she fell low down on her knee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "There is a knight into your court,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This day has robbed me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O has he robbed you of your gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or has he robbed you of your fee?"<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He has not robbed me of my gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He has not robbed me of my fee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He has robbed me of my maidenhead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The fairest flower of my bodie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There is no knight in all my court,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That thus has robbed thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But you'll have the truth of his right hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or else for your sake he'll die,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' it were Earl Richard, my own brother;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And oh forbid that it be!"<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, sighing, said the lady fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I wot the samen man is he."<!-- Page 272 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Queen called on her merry men,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Even fifty men and three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earl Richard used to be the first man,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But now the hindmost was he.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's taken out one hundred pounds,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And told it in his glove:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Tak you that, my lady fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And seek another love."<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh no, oh no," the lady cried,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That's what shall never be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll have the truth of your right hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Queen it gave to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I wish I had drunk of your water, sister,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">When I did drink your wine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That for a carle's fair daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It does gar me dree all this pine."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"May be I am a carle's daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And may be never nane;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">When ye met me in the green wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Why did you not let me alane?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Will you wear the short clothes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or will you wear the side;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or will you walk to your wedding,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or will you till it ride?"<!-- Page 273 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I will not wear the short clothes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But I will wear the side;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will not walk to my wedding,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But I to it will ride."<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he was set upon the horse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The lady him behind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then cauld and eerie were the words<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The twa had them between.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She said, "Good e'en, ye nettles tall,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Just there where ye grow at the dike;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If the auld carline my mother was here,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae weel's she would your pates pike.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"How she would stap you in her poke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wot at that she wadna fail;<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And boil ye in her auld brass pan,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And of ye mak right gude kail.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And she would meal you with millering<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That she gathers at the mill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mak you thick as any daigh;<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And when the pan was brimful,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Would mess you up in scuttle dishes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Syne bid us sup till we were fou;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lay down her head upon a poke,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 274 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span><span class="i2">Then sleep and snore like any sow."<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Away! away! you bad woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For all your vile words grieveth me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When ye heed so little for yourself,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'm sure ye'll heed far less for me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I wish I had drunk your water, sister,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">When that I did drink of your wine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since for a carle's fair daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It aye gars me dree all this pine."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"May be I am a carle's daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And may be never nane;<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">When ye met me in the good green wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Why did you not let me alane?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gude e'en, gude e'en, ye heather berries,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As ye're growing on yon hill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If the auld carle and his bags were here,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wot he would get meat his fill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Late, late at night I knit our pokes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With even four-and-twenty knots;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in the morn at breakfast time,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll carry the keys of an earl's locks.<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Late, late at night I knit our pokes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With even four-and-twenty strings;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if you look to my white fingers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They have as many gay gold rings."<!-- Page 275 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Away! away! ye ill woman,<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sore your vile words grieveth me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you heed so little for yourself,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'm sure ye'll heed far less for me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But if you are a carle's daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As I take you to be,<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">How did you get the gay clothing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In green wood ye had on thee?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My mother she's a poor woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She nursed earl's children three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I got them from a foster sister,<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For to beguile such sparks as thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But if you be a carle's daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As I believe you be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How did ye learn the good Latin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In green wood ye spoke to me?"<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My mother she's a mean woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She nursed earl's children three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I learned it from their chapelain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To beguile such sparks as ye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When mass was sung, and bells were rung,<span class="linenum">225</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all men boune for bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then Earl Richard and this ladye<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In ane bed they were laid.<!-- Page 276 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He turned his face to the stock,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she hers to the stane;<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cauld and dreary was the luve<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That was thir twa between.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Great was the mirth in the kitchen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Likewise intill the ha';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in his bed lay Earl Richard,<span class="linenum">235</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wiping the tears awa'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He wept till he fell fast asleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then slept till licht was come;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then he did hear the gentlemen<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That talked in the room:<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Said,—"Saw ye ever a fitter match,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Betwixt the ane and ither;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The King o' Scotland's fair dochter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the Queen of England's brither?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And is she the King o' Scotland's fair dochter?<span class="linenum">245</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">This day, oh, weel is me!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For seven times has my steed been saddled,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To come to court with thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with this witty lady fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How happy must I be!"<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_IV_7b_75" id="Linenote_IV_7b_75"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_7b_75" title="link to line number">75</a> et seq. This passage has something in common with +<i><a href="#CHILD_WATERS">Child Waters</a></i> and <i><a href="#BURD_ELLEN">Burd Ellen</a></i>.</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 277 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_GAY_GOSS-HAWK" id="THE_GAY_GOSS-HAWK"></a>THE GAY GOSS-HAWK.</h3> + +<p class="center">From <i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, iii. 151.</p> + + +<p>"This Ballad is published, partly from one under +this title, in Mrs. Brown's collection, and partly from +a MS. of some antiquity, <i>penes</i> Edit. The stanzas +appearing to possess most merit have been selected +from each copy."—<span class="smcap">Scott.</span></p> + +<p>Annexed is <a href="#THE_JOLLY_GOSHAWK">another version from Motherwell's collection</a>. +A third, longer than either, is furnished by +Buchan, <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, ii. 245, <i>The +Scottish Squire</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O waly, waly, my gay goss-hawk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gin your feathering be sheen!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And waly, waly, my master dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gin ye look pale and lean!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O have ye tint, at tournament,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your sword, or yet your spear?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or mourn ye for the southern lass,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whom ye may not win near?"<!-- Page 278 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I have not tint, at tournament,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My sword nor yet my spear;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But sair I mourn for my true love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' mony a bitter tear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But weel's me on ye, my gay goss-hawk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye can baith speak and flee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye sall carry a letter to my love,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bring an answer back to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But how sall I your true love find,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or how suld I her know?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I bear a tongue ne'er wi' her spake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An eye that ne'er her saw."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O weel sall ye my true love ken,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae sune as ye her see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For, of a' the flowers of fair England,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The fairest flower is she.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The red, that's on my true love's cheek,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_IV_8a_26" id="LNanchor_IV_8a_26"></a><a href="#Linenote_IV_8a_26" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Is like blood-drops on the snaw;</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The white, that is on her breast bare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like the down o' the white sea-maw<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And even at my love's bouer-door<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There grows a flowering birk;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ye maun sit and sing thereon<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she gangs to the kirk.<!-- Page 279 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And four-and-twenty fair ladyes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will to the mass repair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But weel may ye my ladye ken,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The fairest ladye there."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lord William has written a love-letter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Put it under his pinion gray;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he is awa to southern land<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As fast as wings can gae.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And even at the ladye's bour<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There grew a flowering birk;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he sat down and sung thereon<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she gaed to the kirk.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And weel he kent that ladye fair<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amang her maidens free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the flower that springs in May morning<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was not sae sweet as she.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He lighted at the ladye's yate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sat him on a pin;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sang fu' sweet the notes o' love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till a' was cosh within.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And first he sang a low, low note,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And syne he sang a clear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye the o'erword o' the sang<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was—"Your love can no win here."<!-- Page 280 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span>—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Feast on, feast on, my maidens a',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The wine flows you amang,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While I gang to my shot-window,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hear yon bonny bird's sang.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sing on, sing on, my bonny bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sang ye sung yestreen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For weel I ken, by your sweet singing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye are frae my true love sen."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O first he sang a merry sang,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And syne he sang a grave;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And syne he pick'd his feathers gray,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To her the letter gave.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Have there a letter from Lord William;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He says he's sent ye three;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He canna wait your love langer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But for your sake he'll die."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae bid him bake his bridal bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And brew his bridal ale;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I shall meet him at Mary's kirk,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lang, lang ere it be stale."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The lady's gane to her chamber,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a moanfu' woman was she;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As gin she had ta'en a sudden brash,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 281 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span><span class="i2">And were about to die.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A boon, a boon, my father deir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A boon I beg of thee!"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ask not that paughty Scottish lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For him you ne'er shall see:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But, for your honest asking else,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weel granted it shall be."—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Then, gin I die in Southern land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Scotland gar bury me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And the first kirk that ye come to,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye's gar the mass be sung;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the next kirk that ye come to,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye's gar the bells be rung.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And when you come to St. Mary's kirk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye's tarry there till night."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so her father pledg'd his word,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And so his promise plight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She has ta'en her to her bigly bour<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As fast as she could fare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she has drank a sleepy draught,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That she had mix'd wi' care.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And pale, pale, grew her rosy cheek,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That was sae bright of blee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she seem'd to be as surely dead<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As any one could be.<!-- Page 282 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then spake her cruel step-minnie,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Tak ye the burning lead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drap a drap on her bosome,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To try if she be dead."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They took a drap o' boiling lead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They drapp'd it on her breast;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Alas! alas!" her father cried,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"She's dead without the priest."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She neither chatter'd with her teeth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor shiver'd with her chin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Alas! alas!" her father cried,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"There is nae breath within."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up arose her seven brethren,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hew'd to her a bier;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They hew'd it frae the solid aik,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Laid it o'er wi' silver clear.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up and gat her seven sisters,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sewed to her a kell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every steek that they put in<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sewed to a siller bell.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The first Scots kirk that they cam to,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">They garr'd the bells be rung;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The next Scots kirk that they cam to,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They garr'd the mass be sung.<!-- Page 283 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when they cam to St. Mary's kirk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There stude spearmen all on a raw;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And up and started Lord William,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The chieftane amang them a.'<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Set down, set down the bier," he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Let me look her upon:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But as soon as Lord William touch'd her hand,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her colour began to come.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She brightened like the lily flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till her pale colour was gone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With rosy cheek, and ruby lip,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She smiled her love upon.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A morsel of your bread, my lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And one glass of your wine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I hae fasted these three lang days,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All for your sake and mine.—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae hame, gae hame, my seven bauld brothers,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gae hame and blaw your horn!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I trow ye wad hae gi'en me the skaith,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But I've gi'en you the scorn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Commend me to my grey father,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That wished my saul gude rest;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But wae be to my cruel step-dame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Garr'd burn me on the breast."<!-- Page 284 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span>—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ah! woe to you, you light woman!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An ill death may ye die!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For we left father and sisters at hame<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Breaking their hearts for thee."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="linenote"> +<p>v. <a name="Linenote_IV_8a_26" id="Linenote_IV_8a_26"></a><a href="#LNanchor_IV_8a_26" title="link to line number">26</a>. This simile resembles a passage in a MS. translation +of an Irish Fairy tale, called <i>The Adventures of Faravla, +Princess of Scotland, and Carral O'Daly, Son of Donogho More +O'Daly, Chief Bard of Ireland</i>. "Faravla, as she entered her +bower, cast her looks upon the earth, which was tinged with +the blood of a bird which a raven had newly killed: 'Like +that snow,' said Faravla, 'was the complexion of my beloved, +his cheeks like the sanguine traces thereon; whilst the raven +recalls to my memory the colour of his beautiful locks.'" +There is also some resemblance in the conduct of the story, +betwixt the ballad and the tale just quoted. The Princess +Faravla, being desperately in love with Carral O'Daly, despatches +in search of him a faithful confidante, who, by her +magical art, transforms herself into a hawk, and, perching +upon the windows of the bard, conveys to him information +of the distress of the Princess of Scotland. <span class="smcap">Scott.</span></p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 285 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_JOLLY_GOSHAWK" id="THE_JOLLY_GOSHAWK"></a>THE JOLLY GOSHAWK.</h3> + +<p class="center">Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 353.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O well is me, my jolly goshawk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ye can speak and flee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For ye can carry a love-letter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To my true love from me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O how can I carry a letter to her,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">When her I do not know?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I bear the lips to her never spak,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the eyes that her never saw."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The thing of my love's face that's white<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is that of dove or maw;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The thing of my love's face that's red<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is like blood shed on snaw.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And when you come to the castel,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Light on the bush of ash;<!-- Page 286 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sit you there and sing our loves,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she comes from the mass.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And when she gaes into the house,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sit ye upon the whin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sit you there and sing our loves,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she goes out and in."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when he flew to that castel,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He lighted on the ash;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there he sat and sung their loves,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she came from the mass.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when she went into the house,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He flew unto the whin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there he sat and sung their loves,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she went out and in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come hitherward, my maidens all,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sip red wine anon,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till I go to my west window,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hear a birdie's moan."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's gane unto her west window,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fainly aye it drew;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And soon into her white silk lap<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bird the letter threw.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye're bidden send your love a send,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For he has sent you twa;<!-- Page 287 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tell him where he can see you,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or he cannot live ava."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I send him the rings from my white fingers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The garlands off my hair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I send him the heart that's in my breast:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What would my love have mair?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at the fourth kirk in fair Scotland,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'll bid him meet me there."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She hied her to her father dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As fast as gang could she:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"An asking, an asking, my father dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An asking ye grant me,—<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">That, if I die in fair England,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Scotland gar bury me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"At the first kirk of fair Scotland,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You cause the bells be rung;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At the second kirk of fair Scotland,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">You cause the mass be sung;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"At the third kirk of fair Scotland,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You deal gold for my sake;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at the fourth kirk of fair Scotland,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oh there you'll bury me at!<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And now, my tender father dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This asking grant you me:"<!-- Page 288 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Your asking is but small," he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Weel granted it shall be."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>[<i>The lady asks the same boon and receives a +similar answer, first from her mother, then from +her sister, and lastly from her seven brothers.</i>]</p></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then down as dead that lady drapp'd,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beside her mother's knee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then out it spak an auld witch wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By the fire-side sat she:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Says,—"Drap the het lead on her cheek,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And drap it on her chin,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drap it on her rose red lips,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she will speak again:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For much a lady young will do,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To her true love to win."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They drapp'd the het lead on her cheek,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">So did they on her chin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They drapp'd it on her red rose lips,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But they breathed none again.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her brothers they went to a room,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To make to her a bier;<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The boards of it were cedar wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the plates on it gold so clear.<!-- Page 289 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her sisters they went to a room,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To make to her a sark;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The cloth of it was satin fine,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the steeking silken wark.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But well is me, my jolly goshawk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ye can speak and flee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come shew to me any love tokens<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That you have brought to me."<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"She sends you the rings from her fingers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The garlands from her hair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She sends you the heart within her breast:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And what would you have mair?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at the fourth kirk of fair Scotland,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She bids you meet her there."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come hither, all my merry young men,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And drink the good red wine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For we must on to fair England,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To free my love from pine."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At the first kirk of fair Scotland,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They gart the bells be rung;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At the second kirk of fair Scotland,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They gart the mass be sung.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At the third kirk of fair Scotland,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">They dealt gold for her sake;<!-- Page 290 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the fourth kirk of fair Scotland<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her true love met them at.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Set down, set down the corpse," he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Till I look on the dead;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The last time that I saw her face,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She ruddy was and red;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now, alas, and woe is me!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She's wallowed like a weed."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He rent the sheet upon her face,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A little aboon her chin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With lily white cheek, and lemin' eyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She lookt and laugh'd to him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Give me a chive of your bread, my love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A bottle of your wine;<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I have fasted for your love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These weary lang days nine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's not a steed in your stable,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But would have been dead ere syne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae hame, gae hame, my seven brothers,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gae hame and blaw the horn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For you can say in the South of England,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your sister gave you a scorn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I came not here to fair Scotland,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 291 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span><span class="i2">To lye amang the meal;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I came here to fair Scotland,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wear the silks so weel.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I came not here to fair Scotland,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To lye amang the dead;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I came here to fair Scotland,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wear the gold so red."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 294 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="APPENDIX" id="APPENDIX"></a>APPENDIX.</h2> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 295 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="YOUNG_HUNTING_See_p_3" id="YOUNG_HUNTING_See_p_3"></a>YOUNG HUNTING. See p. <a href="#Page_3">3</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, i. 118.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lady Maisry forth from her bower came,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And stood on her tower head;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She thought she heard a bridle ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sound did her heart guid.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She thought it was her first true love,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whom she loved ance in time;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But it was her new love, Hunting,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come frae the hunting o' the hyn'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gude morrow, gude morrow, Lady Maisry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">God make you safe and free!<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm come to take my last farewell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pay my last visit to thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O stay, O stay then, young Hunting,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O stay with me this night;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye shall ha'e cheer, an' charcoal clear,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And candles burning bright."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Have no more cheer, you lady fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An hour langer for me;<!-- Page 296 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I have a lady in Garmouth town<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I love better than thee."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O if your love be changed, my love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since better canno' be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nevertheless, for auld lang syne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'll stay this night wi' me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Silver, silver shall be your wage,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gowd shall be your fee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And nine times nine into the year,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your weed shall changed be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Will ye gae to the cards or dice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or to a tavern fine?<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or will ye gae to a table forebye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And birl baith beer and wine?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I winna gang to the cards nor dice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor to a tavern fine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I will gang to a table forebye,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And birl baith beer and wine."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then she has drawn for young Hunting<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The beer but and the wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till she got him as deadly drunk<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As ony unhallowed swine.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then she's ta'en out a trusty brand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That hang below her gare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then she's wounded him, young Hunting,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A deep wound and a sair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out it speaks her comrade,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Being in the companie:<!-- Page 297 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Alas! this deed that ye ha'e done,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will ruin baith you and me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Heal well, heal well, you Lady Katharine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Heal well this deed on me;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The robes that were shapen for my bodie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They shall be sewed for thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Tho' I wou'd heal it never sae well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And never sae well," said she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"There is a God above us baith,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That can baith hear and see."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They booted him and spurred him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As he'd been gaun to ride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A hunting-horn about his neck,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A sharp sword by his side.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And they rode on, and farther on,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All the lang summer's tide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until they came to wan water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where a' man ca's it Clyde.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A_1_65" id="LNanchor_A_1_65"></a><a href="#Linenote_A_1_65" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The</a> deepest pot in Clyde's water,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_A_1_66" id="LNanchor_A_1_66"></a><a href="#Linenote_A_1_66" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">There</a> they flang him in,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And put a turf on his breast bane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To had young Hunting down.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O out it speaks a little wee bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she sat on the brier:<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Gae hame, gae hame, ye Lady Maisry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pay your maiden's hire."<!-- Page 298 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O I will pay my maiden's hire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hire I'll gi'e to thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If ye'll conceal this fatal deed,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye's ha'e gowd for your fee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out it speaks a bonny bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That flew aboon their head;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Keep well, keep well your green claithing<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Frae ae drap o' his bluid."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O I'll keep well my green claithing<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Frae ae drap o' his bluid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Better than I'll do your flattering tongue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That flutters in your head.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come down, come down, my bonny bird,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Light down upon my hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For ae gowd feather that's in your wing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wou'd gi'e a' my land."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"How shall I come down, how can I come down,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How shall I come down to thee?<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The things ye said to young Hunting,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The same ye're saying to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But it fell out on that same day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The king was going to ride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he call'd for him, young Hunting,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For to ride by his side.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out it speaks the little young son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sat on the nurse's knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"It fears me sair," said that young babe,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 299 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span><span class="i2">"He's in bower wi' yon ladie."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then they ha'e call'd her, Lady Katharine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she sware by the thorn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That she saw not him, young Hunting,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sin' yesterday at morn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then they ha'e call'd her, Lady Maisry,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she sware by the moon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That she saw not him, young Hunting,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sin' yesterday at noon.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"He was playing him at the Clyde's water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Perhaps he has fa'en in:"<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The king he call'd his divers all,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To dive for his young son.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They div'd in thro' the wan burn-bank,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae did they out thro' the other:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"We'll dive nae mair," said these young men,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Suppose he were our brother."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out it spake a little bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That flew aboon their head:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Dive on, dive on, ye divers all,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For there he lies indeed.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But ye'll leave aff your day diving,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ye'll dive in the night;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The pot where young Hunting lies in,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The candles they'll burn bright.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There are twa ladies in yon bower,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And even in yon ha',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they ha'e kill'd him, young Hunting,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And casten him awa'.<!-- Page 300 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"They booted him and spurred him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As he'd been gaun to ride;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A hunting horn tied round his neck,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A sharp sword by his side.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The deepest pot o' Clyde's water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There they flang him in,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Laid a turf on his breast bane,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To had young Hunting down."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now they left aff their day diving,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And they dived on the night;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The pot that young Hunting lay in,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The candles were burning bright.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The king he call'd his hewers all,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To hew down wood and thorn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For to put up a strong bale-fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These ladies for to burn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And they ha'e ta'en her, Lady Katharine,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And they ha'e pitten her in;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But it wadna light upon her cheek,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor wou'd it on her chin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But sang the points o' her yellow hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For healing the deadly sin.<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then they ha'e ta'en her, Lady Maisry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And they ha'e put her in:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">First it lighted on her cheek,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And syne upon her chin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sang the points o' her yellow hair,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she burnt like keckle-pin.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_A_1_65" id="Linenote_A_1_65"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A_1_65" title="link to line number">65</a>, And the.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_A_1_66" id="Linenote_A_1_66"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A_1_66" title="link to line number">66</a>, And there. See 133, 134.</p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 301 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="YOUNG_WATERS_See_p_88" id="YOUNG_WATERS_See_p_88"></a>YOUNG WATERS.—See p. <a href="#Page_88">88</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, i. p. 15.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It fell about the gude Yule time,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When caps and stoups gaed roun',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Down it came him young Waters,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To welcome James, our king.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The great, the great, rade a' together,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sma' came a' behin';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But wi' young Waters, that brave knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There came a gay gatherin'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The horse young Waters rade upon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It cost him hunders nine;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For he was siller shod before,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gowd graith had behin'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At ilka tippit o' his horse mane<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There hang a siller bell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wind was loud, the steed was proud,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And they gae a sindry knell.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The king he lay ower's castle wa',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beheld baith dale and down;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he beheld him, young Waters,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 302 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span><span class="i2">Come riding to the town.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He turn'd him right and round about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to the queen said he,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Who is the bravest man, my dame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ever your een did see?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I've seen lairds, and I've seen lords,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And knights o' high degree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But a braver man than young Waters<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My e'en did never see."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He turn'd him right and roun' about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ane angry man was he;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O wae to you, my dame, the queen;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye might ha'e excepted me!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye are nae laird, ye are nae lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye are the king that wears the crown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's nae a lord in fair Scotland,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But unto you maun a' bow down."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O lady, for your love choicing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye shall win to your will;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The morn, or I eat or drink,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Young Waters I'll gar kill."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And nevertheless, the king cou'd say,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Ye might ha'e excepted me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yea for yea," the king cou'd say,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Young Waters he shall die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Likewise for your ill-wyled words<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye sall ha'e cause to mourn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gin ye hadna been sae big wi' child,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye on a hill su'd burn."<!-- Page 303 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Young Waters came before the King,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fell low down on his knee;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Win up, win up, young Waters,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What's this I hear o' thee?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What ails the king at me," he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"What ails the king at me?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"It is tauld me the day, sir knight,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye've done me treasonie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Liars will lie on sell gude men,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae will they do on me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wudna wish to be the man<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That liars on wudna lie."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nevertheless, the king cou'd say,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"In prison strang gang ye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O yea for yea," the king cou'd say,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Young Waters, ye shall die."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Syne they ha'e ta'en him, young Waters,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Laid him in prison strang,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And left him there wi' fetters boun',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Making a heavy mane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Aft ha'e I ridden thro' Striveling town<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thro' heavy wind and weet;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ne'er rade I thro' Striveling town<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' fetters on my feet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Aft ha'e I ridden thro' Striveling town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thro' heavy wind and rain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ne'er rade I thro' Striveling town<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But thought to ridden't again."<!-- Page 304 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They brought him to the heading-hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His horse, bot and his saddle;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they brought to the heading-hill<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His young son in his cradle.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And they brought to the heading-hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His hounds intill a leish;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they brought till the heading-hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His gos-hawk in a jess.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">King James he then rade up the hill,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mony a man him wi',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And called on his trusty page,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To come right speedilie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll do' ye to the Earl o' Mar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For he sits on yon hill;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bid him loose the brand frae his bodie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Young Waters for to kill."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O gude forbid," the Earl he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"The like su'd e'er fa' me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My bodie e'er su'd wear the brand<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That gars young Waters die."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he has loos'd his trusty brand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And casten't in the sea;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Never lat them get a brand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till it come back to me."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The scaffold it prepared was,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he did mount it hie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a' spectators that were there,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The saut tears blint their e'e.<!-- Page 305 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O had your tongues, my brethren dear,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mourn nae mair for me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye're seeking grace frae a graceless face,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For there is nane to gie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll tak' a bit o' canvas claith,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pit it ower my ee;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Jack, my man, ye'll be at hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The hour that I su'd die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Syne aff ye'll tak' my bluidy sark,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gie it fair Margaret Grahame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For she may curse the dowie dell<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That brought King James him hame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll bid her mak' her bed narrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mak' it naeways wide;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For a brawer man than young Waters<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will ne'er streek by her side.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Bid her do weel to my young son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gie him nurses three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For gin he live to be a man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">King James will gar him die."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He call'd upon the headsman then,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A purse o' gowd him gae;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Do your office, headsman, boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mak' nae mair delay."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O head me soon, O head me clean,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pit me out o' pine;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For it is by the king's command;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gang head me till his min'.<!-- Page 306 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Tho' by him I'm condemn'd to die,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'm lieve to his ain kin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for the truth, I'll plainly tell,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I am his sister's son."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gin ye're my sister's son," he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"It is unkent to me."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O mindna ye on your sister Bess,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That lives in the French countrie?"<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gin Bess then be your mither dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As I trust well she be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gae hame, gae hame, young Waters,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'se ne'er be slain by me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But he lay by his napkin fine,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was saft as ony silk,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on the block he laid his neck,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was whiter than the milk.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Says, "Strike the blow, ye headsman, boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And that right speedilie;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's never be said here gaes a knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was ance condemn'd to die."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The head was ta'en frae young Waters,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mony tears for him shed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But mair did mourn for fair Margaret,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As raving she lyes mad.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 307 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="LAMMIKIN_See_p_94" id="LAMMIKIN_See_p_94"></a>LAMMIKIN. See p. <a href="#Page_94">94</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">Finlay's <i>Scottish Ballads</i>, ii. 47.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lammikin was as gude a mason<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As ever hewed a stane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He biggit Lord Weire's castle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But payment gat he nane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sen ye winna gie me my guerdon, lord,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sen ye winna gie me my hire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This gude castle, sae stately built,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I sall gar rock wi' fire.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sen ye winna gie me my wages, lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye sall hae cause to rue:"<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And syne he brewed a black revenge,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And syne he vowed a vow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Lammikin sair wroth, sair wroth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Returned again to Downe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But or he gaed, he vow'd and vow'd,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The castle should sweep the ground.<!-- Page 308 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O byde at hame, my gude Lord Weire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I weird ye byde at hame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gang na to this day's hunting,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To leave me a' alane.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yae night, yae night, I dreamt this bower<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O red, red blude was fu';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gin ye gang to this black hunting,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I sall hae cause to rue."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Wha looks to dreams, my winsome dame?<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nae cause hae ye to fear:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And syne he kindly kissed her cheek,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And syne the starting tear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now to the gude green-wood he's gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She to her painted bower;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But first she closed the windows and doors<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the castle, ha', and tower.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They steeked doors, they steeked yetts,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Close to the cheek and chin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They steeked them a' but a wee wicket,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Lammikin crap in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Where are the lads o' this castle?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says the Lammikin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"They are a' wi Lord Weire, hunting,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The false nourice did sing.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Where are the lasses o' this castle?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says the Lammikin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"They are a' out at the washing,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The false nourice did sing.<!-- Page 309 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But where's the lady o' this castle?"<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says the Lammikin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"She is in her bower sewing,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The false nourice did sing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Is this the bairn o' this house?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says the Lammikin;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The only bairn Lord Weire aughts,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The false nourice did sing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lammikin nipped the bonnie babe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">While loud false nourice sings;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lammikin nipped the bonnie babe,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till high the red blude springs.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Still my bairn, nourice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O still him if ye can:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He will not still, madam,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a' his father's lan'."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O gentle nourice, still my bairn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O still him wi' the keys:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He will not still, fair lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let me do what I please."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O still my bairn, kind nourice,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">O still him wi' the ring:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He will not still, my lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let me do any thing."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O still my bairn, gude nourice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O still him wi' the knife:"<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He will not still, dear mistress mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gin I'd lay down my life."<!-- Page 310 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sweet nourice, loud, loud cries my bairn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O still him wi' the bell:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He will not still, dear lady,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till ye cum down yoursell."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The first step she stepped,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She stepped on a stane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The next step she stepped,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She met the Lammikin.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when she saw the red, red blude,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A loud skriech skrieched she:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O monster, monster, spare my child,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who never skaithed thee!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O spare, if in your bluidy breast<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Abides not heart of stane!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O spare, an' ye sall hae o' gold<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ye can carry hame!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I carena for your gold," he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I carena for your fee:<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hae been wranged by your lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Black vengeance ye sall drie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Here are nae serfs to guard your haa's,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nae trusty spearmen here;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In yon green wood they sound the horn,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And chace the doe and deer.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Tho merry sounds the gude green wood<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' huntsmen, hounds, and horn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your lord sall rue ere sets yon sun<br /></span> +<!-- Page 311 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span><span class="i2">He has done me skaith and scorn."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O nourice, wanted ye your meat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or wanted ye your fee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or wanted ye for any thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A fair lady could gie?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I wanted for nae meat, ladie,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wanted for nae fee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I wanted for a hantle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A fair lady could gie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then Lammikin drew his red, red sword,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sharped it on a stane,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And through and through this fair ladie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The cauld, cauld steel is gane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nor lang was't after this foul deed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till Lord Weire cumin' hame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thocht he saw his sweet bairn's bluid<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sprinkled on a stane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I wish a' may be weel," he says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Wi' my ladie at hame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the rings upon my fingers<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Are bursting in twain."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But mair he look'd, and dule saw he,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the door at the trance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spots o' his dear ladys bluid<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shining like a lance.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There's bluid in my nursery,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">There's bluid in my ha',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's bluid in my fair lady's bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' that's warst of a'."<!-- Page 312 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O sweet, sweet sang the birdie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon the bough sae hie,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But little cared false nourice for that,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For it was her gallows tree.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out he set, and his braw men<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rode a' the country roun';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere lang they faud the Lammikin<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had sheltered near to Downe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They carried him a' airts o' wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mickle pain had he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At last before Lord Weire's gate<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They hanged him on the tree.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 313 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="LONG_LONKIN_See_p_94" id="LONG_LONKIN_See_p_94"></a>LONG LONKIN. See p. <a href="#Page_94">94</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Richardson's <i>Borderer's Table-Book</i>, viii. 410.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The lord said to his ladie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As he mounted his horse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Beware of Long Lonkin<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That lies in the moss."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The lord said to his ladie,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As he rode away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Beware of Long Lonkin<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That lies in the clay."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What care I for Lonkin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or any of his gang?<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My doors are all shut<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And my windows penned in."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There are six little windows,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And they were all shut,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But one little window,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And that was forgot.<!-- Page 314 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">* * * * * *<br /></span> +<span class="i0">* * * * * *<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at that little window<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Long Lonkin crept in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Where's the lord of the hall?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says the Lonkin;<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He's gone up to London,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says Orange to him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Where's the men of the hall?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says the Lonkin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"They're at the field ploughing,"<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says Orange to him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Where's the maids of the hall?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says the Lonkin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"They're at the well washing,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says Orange to him.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Where's the ladies of the hall?"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says the Lonkin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"They're up in their chambers,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says Orange to him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"How shall we get them down?"<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says the Lonkin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Prick the babe in the cradle,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says Orange to him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Rock well my cradle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bee-ba my son;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye shall have a new gown<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When the lord he comes home."<!-- Page 315 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Still she did prick it,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bee-ba she cried;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Come down, dearest mistress,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And still your own child."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O still my child, Orange,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Still him with a bell;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I can't still him, ladie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till you come down yoursell."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">* * * * * *<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Hold the gold basin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For your heart's blood to run in,"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">* * * * * *<br /></span> +<span class="i0">* * * * * *<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"To hold the gold basin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It grieves me full sore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh kill me, dear Lonkin,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And let my mother go."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">* * * * * *<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 316 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_LAIRD_OF_WARISTOUN_See_p_107" id="THE_LAIRD_OF_WARISTOUN_See_p_107"></a>THE LAIRD OF WARISTOUN. See p. <a href="#Page_107">107</a>.</h3> + + +<p>"John Kincaid, Laird of Waristoun, (an estate +situated between the city of Edinburgh and the sea, +towards Leith,) was murdered, on the 2d of July, 1600, +by a man named Robert Weir, who was employed to +do so by his wife, Jean Livingstone, daughter of the +Laird of Dunipace. The unfortunate woman, who +thus became implicated in a crime so revolting to humanity, +was only twenty-one years of age at the time. +It is probable from some circumstances, that her husband +was considerably older than herself, and also that +their marriage was any thing but one of love. It is +only alleged, however, that she was instigated to seek +his death by resentment for some bad treatment on his +part, and, in particular, for a bite which he had inflicted +on her arm. There was something extraordinary +in the deliberation with which this wretched woman +approached the awful gulf of crime. Having resolved +on the means to be employed in the murder, she sent +for a quondam servant of her father, Robert Weir, +who lived in the neighbouring city. He came to the +place of Waristoun, to see her; but, for some unexplained +reason was not admitted. She again sent for +him, and he again went. Again he was not admitted.<!-- Page 317 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span> +At length, on his being called a third time, he was +introduced to her presence. Before this time she had +found an accomplice in the nurse of her child. It was +then arranged, that Weir should be concealed in a +cellar till the dead of night, when he should come forth +and proceed to destroy the laird as he lay in his chamber. +The bloody tragedy was acted precisely in accordance +with this plan. Weir was brought up, at +midnight, from the cellar to the hall by the lady herself, +and afterwards went forward alone to the laird's +bedroom. As he proceeded to his bloody work, she +retired to her bed, to wait the intelligence of her husband's +murder. When Weir entered the chamber, +Waristoun awoke with the noise, and leant inquiringly +over the side of the bed. The murderer then leapt +upon him; the unhappy man uttered a great cry; +Weir gave him several dreadful blows on vital parts, +particularly one on the flank vein. But as the laird +was still able to cry out, he at length saw fit to take +more effective measures: he seized him by the throat +with both hands, and compressing that part with all +his force, succeeded, after a few minutes, in depriving +him of life. When the lady heard her husband's first +death-shout, she leapt out of bed, in an agony of mingled +horror and repentance, and descended to the hall: +but she made no effort to countermand her mission of +destruction. She waited patiently till Weir came +down to inform her that all was over.</p> + +<p>"Weir made an immediate escape from justice; but +Lady Waristoun and the nurse were apprehended before +the deed was half a day old. Being caught, as +the Scottish law terms it, <i>red-hand</i>,—that is, while +still bearing unequivocal marks of guilt, they were<!-- Page 318 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span> +immediately tried by the magistrates of Edinburgh, +and sentenced to be strangled and burnt at a stake. +The lady's father, the Laird of Dunipace, was a favourite +of King James VI., and he made all the interest +he could with his majesty to procure a pardon; but +all that could be obtained from the king, was an order +that the unhappy lady should be executed by decapitation, +and that at such an early hour in the morning +as to make the affair as little of a spectacle as possible.</p> + +<p>"The space intervening between her sentence and +her execution was only thirty-seven hours; yet, in +that little time, Lady Waristoun contrived to become +converted from a blood-stained and unrelenting murderess +into a perfect saint on earth. One of the then +ministers of Edinburgh has left an account of her conversion, +which was lately published, and would be extremely +amusing, were it not for the disgust which +seizes the mind on beholding such an instance of perverted +religion. She went to the scaffold with a demeanour +which would have graced a martyr. Her +lips were incessant in the utterance of pious exclamations. +She professed herself confident of everlasting +happiness. She even grudged every moment which +she spent in this world, as so much taken from that +sum of eternal felicity which she was to enjoy in the +next. The people who came to witness the last scene, +instead of having their minds inspired with salutary +horror for her crime, were engrossed in admiration of +her saintly behaviour, and greedily gathered up every +devout word which fell from her tongue. It would +almost appear from the narrative of the clergyman, +that her fate was rather a matter of envy than of any +other feeling. Her execution took place at four in<!-- Page 319 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span> +the morning of the 5th of July, at the Watergate, near +Holyroodhouse; and at the same hour her nurse was +burnt on the castle-hill. It is some gratification to +know, that the actual murderer, Weir, was eventually +seized and executed, though not till four years after."</p> + +<p> +<span class="smcap">Chambers's</span> <i>Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 129.<br /> +</p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center">From Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, i. 56.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My mother was an ill woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In fifteen years she married me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hadna wit to guide a man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alas! ill counsel guided me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O Warriston, O Warriston,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wish that ye may sink for sin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I was but bare fifteen years auld,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whan first I enter'd your yates within.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I hadna been a month married,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till my gude lord went to the sea;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I bare a bairn ere he came hame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And set it on the nourice knee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But it fell ance upon a day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That my gude lord return'd from sea;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then I did dress in the best array,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As blythe as ony bird on tree.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I took my young son in my arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Likewise my nourice me forebye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I went down to yon shore side,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 320 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span><span class="i2">My gude lord's vessel I might spy.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My lord he stood upon the deck,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wyte he hail'd me courteouslie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye are thrice welcome, my lady gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whase aught that bairn on your knee?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She turn'd her right and round about,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says, "Why take ye sic dreads o' me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alas! I was too young married,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To love another man but thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now hold your tongue, my lady gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nae mair falsehoods ye'll tell to me;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">This bonny bairn is not mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You've loved another while I was on sea."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In discontent then hame she went,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And aye the tear did blin' her e'e;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Of this wretch I'll be revenged,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For these harsh words he's said to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's counsell'd wi' her father's steward,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What way she cou'd revenged be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bad was the counsel then he gave,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was to gar her gude lord dee.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The nourice took the deed in hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wat she was well paid her fee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She kiest the knot, and the loop she ran,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which soon did gar this young lord dee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His brother lay in a room hard by,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alas! that night he slept too soun';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But then he waken'd wi a cry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I fear my brother's putten down.<!-- Page 321 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O get me coal and candle light,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And get me some gude companie;"<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But before the light was brought,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Warriston he was gart dee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They've ta'en the lady and fause nourice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In prison strong they ha'e them boun';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The nourice she was hard o' heart,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But the bonny lady fell in swoon.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In it came her brother dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And aye a sorry man was he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I wou'd gie a' the lands I heir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O bonny Jean, to borrow thee."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O borrow me brother, borrow me,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O borrow'd shall I never be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I gart kill my ain gude lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And life is nae pleasure to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In it came her mother dear,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wyte a sorry woman was she;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I wou'd gie my white monie and gowd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O bonny Jean, to borrow thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Borrow me mother, borrow me,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O borrow'd shall I never be;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I gart kill my ain gude lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And life's now nae pleasure to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then in it came her father dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wyte a sorry man was he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Ohon, alas! my bonny Jean,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">If I had you at hame wi' me.<!-- Page 322 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Seven daughters I ha'e left at hame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As fair women as fair can be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I wou'd gi'e them ane by ane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O bonny Jean, to borrow thee."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O borrow me father, borrow me,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O borrow'd shall I never be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I that is worthy o' the death,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It is but right that I shou'd dee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out it speaks the king himsell,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And aye as he steps in the fleer;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "I grant you your life, lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Because you are of tender year."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A boon, a boon, my liege the king,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The boon I ask, ye'll grant to me:"<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ask on, ask on, my bonny Jean,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whate'er ye ask it's granted be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Cause take me out at night, at night,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lat not the sun upon me shine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And take me to yon heading hill,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Strike aff this dowie head o' mine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll take me out at night, at night,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When there are nane to gaze and see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ha'e me to yon heading hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ye'll gar head me speedilie."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They've ta'en her out at nine at night,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Loot not the sun upon her shine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And had her to yon heading hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And headed her baith neat and fine.<!-- Page 323 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out it speaks the king himsell,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wyte a sorry man was he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I've travell'd east, I've travell'd west,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sailed far beyond the sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I never saw a woman's face<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I was sae sorry to see dee.<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But Warriston was sair to blame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For slighting o' his lady so;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He had the wyte o' his ain death,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bonny lady's overthrow."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 324 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="MARY_HAMILTON_Kinloch" id="MARY_HAMILTON_Kinloch"></a>MARY HAMILTON. See p. <a href="#Page_113">113</a>.</h3> + +<p>A "North Country" version from Kinloch's <i>Ancient +Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 252. The Editor furnishes the +two following stanzas of another copy:—</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My father is the Duke of Argyle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My mother's a lady gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I mysel am a daintie dame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the king desired me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He shaw'd me up, he shaw'd me doun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He shaw'd me to the ha',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He shaw'd me to the low cellars,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And that was warst of a'.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>In one of Motherwell's copies, and in Buchan's, the +heroine calls herself daughter of the Duke of York.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Whan I was a babe, and a very little babe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And stood at my mither's knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nae witch nor warlock did unfauld<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The death I was to dree.<!-- Page 325 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But my mither was a proud woman,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A proud woman and a bauld;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she hired me to Queen Mary's bouer<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When scarce eleven years auld.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O happy, happy, is the maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That's born of beauty free!<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">It was my dimpling rosy cheeks<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That's been the dule o' me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wae be to that weirdless wicht,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' his witcherie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Word's gane up and word's gane doun,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And word's gane to the ha',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Mary Hamilton was wi' bairn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And na body ken'd to wha.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But in and cam the Queen hersel,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' gowd plait on her hair;—<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Mary Hamilton, whare is the babe<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I heard greet sae sair?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There is na babe within my bouer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I hope there ne'er will be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But it's me wi' a sair and sick colic,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I'm just like to dee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But they looked up, they looked down,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Atween the bowsters and the wa',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's there they got a bonnie lad-bairn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But it's life it was awa'.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Rise up, rise up, Mary Hamilton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rise up, and dress ye fine,<!-- Page 326 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For you maun gang to Edinbruch,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_A_6_34" id="LNanchor_A_6_34"></a><a href="#Linenote_A_6_34" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">And stand afore the nine.</a><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll no put on the dowie black,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet the dowie brown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ye'll put on the robes o' red,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To sheen thro' Edinbruch town."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll no put on the dowie black,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet the dowie brown;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I'll put on the robes o' red,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To sheen thro' Edinbruch town."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As they gaed thro' Edinbruch town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And down by the Nether-bow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There war monie a lady fair<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Siching and crying, "Och how!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O weep na mair for me, ladies,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weep na mair for me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yestreen I killed my ain bairn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The day I deserve to dee.<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What need ye hech! and how! ladies,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What need ye how! for me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye never saw grace at a graceless face,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Queen Mary has nane to gie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae forward, gae forward," the Queen she said,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 327 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span><span class="i2">"Gae forward, that ye may see;<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the very same words that ye hae said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sall hang ye on the gallows tree."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As she gaed up the Tolbooth stairs,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She gied loud lauchters three;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But or ever she cam down again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was condemn'd to dee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O tak example frae me, Maries,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O tak example frae me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor gie your luve to courtly lords,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor heed their witchin' ee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But wae be to the Queen hersel,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She micht hae pardon'd me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But sair she's striven for me to hang<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon the gallows tree.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yestreen the Queen had four Maries,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The nicht she'll hae but three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There was Mary Beatoun, Mary Seaton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Mary Carmichael, and me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Aft hae I set pearls in her hair,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Aft hae I lac'd her gown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And this is the reward I now get,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To be hang'd in Edinbruch town!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O a' ye mariners, far and near,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sail ayont the faem,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">O dinna let my father and mither ken,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But what I am coming hame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O a' ye mariners, far and near,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sail ayont the sea,<!-- Page 328 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let na my father and mither ken,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The death I am to dee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sae, weep na mair for me, ladies,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weep na mair for me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mither that kills her ain bairn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Deserves weel for to dee."<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">* * * * * * * *<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_A_6_34" id="Linenote_A_6_34"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A_6_34" title="link to line number">34</a>. Anciently the supreme criminal court of Scotland was +composed of nine members, viz. the Justiciar, or Justice General, +and his eight Deputes. <span class="smcap">Kinloch.</span></p> +</div> + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 329 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="MARY_HAMILTON_Maidment" id="MARY_HAMILTON_Maidment"></a>MARY HAMILTON. See p <a href="#Page_113">113</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">Maidment's <i>North Countrie Garland</i>, p. 19.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then down cam Queen Marie<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' gold links in her hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saying, "Marie mild, where is the child,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I heard greet sair sair?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There was nae child wi' me, madam,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">There was nae child wi' me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It was but me in a sair cholic,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When I was like to die."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'm not deceived," Queen Marie said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"No, no, indeed, not I!<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">So Marie mild, where is the child?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For sure I heard it cry."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She turned down the blankets fine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Likewise the Holland sheet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And underneath, there strangled lay<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A lovely baby sweet.<!-- Page 330 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O cruel mother," said the Queen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Some fiend possessed thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I will hang thee for this deed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My Marie tho' thou be!"<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">* * * * * *<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When she cam to the Nether-Bow Port,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She laugh't loud laughters three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when she cam to the gallows foot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The saut tear blinded her ee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yestreen the Queen had four Maries,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The night she'll hae but three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There was Marie Seton, and Marie Beaton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Marie Carmichael and me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye mariners, ye mariners,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sail upon the sea,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let not my father or mother wit<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The death that I maun die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I was my parents' only hope,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They ne'er had ane but me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They little thought when I left hame,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">They should nae mair me see!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 331 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="SIR_HUGH_OR_THE_JEWS_DAUGHTER" id="SIR_HUGH_OR_THE_JEWS_DAUGHTER"></a>SIR HUGH, OR THE JEW'S DAUGHTER.<br />See p. <a href="#Page_136">136</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 51; taken down from recitation.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yesterday was brave Hallowday,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And, above all days of the year,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The schoolboys all got leave to play,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And little Sir Hugh was there.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He kicked the ball with his foot,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And kepped it with his knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And even in at the Jew's window<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He gart the bonnie ba' flee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out then came the Jew's daughter,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Will ye come in and dine?"<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I winna come in and I canna come in<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till I get that ball of mine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Throw down that ball to me, maiden,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Throw down the ball to me."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I winna throw down your ball, Sir Hugh,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till ye come up to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She pu'd the apple frae the tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was baith red and green,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She gave it unto little Sir Hugh,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 332 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span><span class="i2">With that his heart did win.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She wiled him into ae chamber,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She wiled him into twa,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She wiled him into the third chamber,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And that was warst o't a'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She took out a little penknife,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hung low down by her spare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She twined this young thing o' his life,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a word he ne'er spak mair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And first came out the thick, thick blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And syne came out the thin,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And syne came out the bonnie heart's blood,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There was nae mair within.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She laid him on a dressing table,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She dress'd him like a swine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Lie ye there, my bonnie Sir Hugh,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' ye're apples red and green!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She put him in a case of lead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says, "Lie ye there and sleep!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She threw him into the deep draw-well<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was fifty fathom deep.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A schoolboy walking in the garden<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did grievously hear him moan,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He ran away to the deep draw-well<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fell down on his knee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Says, "Bonnie Sir Hugh, and pretty Sir Hugh,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray you speak to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If you speak to any body in this world,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray you speak to me."<!-- Page 333 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When bells were rung and mass was sung,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And every body went hame,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then every lady had her son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But Lady Helen had nane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She rolled her mantle her about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sore, sore did she weep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She ran away to the Jew's castle,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">When all were fast asleep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She cries, "Bonnie Sir Hugh, O pretty Sir Hugh,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray you speak to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If you speak to any body in this world,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray you speak to me."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Lady Helen, if ye want your son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll tell ye where to seek;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lady Helen, if ye want your son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He's in the well sae deep."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She ran away to the deep draw-well,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she fell down on her knee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saying, "Bonnie Sir Hugh, O pretty Sir Hugh,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray ye speak to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If ye speak to any body in the world,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray ye speak to me."<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh! the lead it is wondrous heavy, mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The well it is wondrous deep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The little penknife sticks in my throat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I downa to ye speak.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But lift me out o' this deep draw-well,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bury me in yon churchyard;<!-- Page 334 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Put a Bible at my head," he says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And a testament at my feet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pen and ink at every side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I'll lie still and sleep.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And go to the back of Maitland town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bring me my winding sheet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For it's at the back of Maitland town<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That you and I shall meet."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O the broom, the bonny, bonny broom,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The broom that makes full sore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A woman's mercy is very little,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But a man's mercy is more.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 335 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="SIR_HUGH_See_p_136" id="SIR_HUGH_See_p_136"></a>SIR HUGH. See p. <a href="#Page_136">136</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Hume's <i>Sir Hugh of Lincoln</i>, p. 35; obtained from +recitation, in Ireland.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Twas on a summer's morning,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Some scholars were playing at ball;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When out came the Jew's daughter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lean'd her back against the wall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She said unto the fairest boy,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Come here to me, Sir Hugh."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"No! I will not," said he,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Without my playfellows too."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She took an apple out of her pocket,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And trundled it along the plain;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And who was readiest to lift it,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was little Sir Hugh, again.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She took him by the milk-white han',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' led him through many a hall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until they came to one stone chamber,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where no man might hear his call.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She sat him in a goolden chair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And jagg'd him with a pin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And called for a goolden cup<br /></span> +<!-- Page 336 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span><span class="i2">To houl' his heart's blood in.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She tuk him by the yellow hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' also by the feet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An' she threw him in the deep draw well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was fifty fadom deep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Day bein' over, the night came on,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the scholars all went home;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then every mother had her son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But little Sir Hugh's had none.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She put her mantle about her head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tuk a little rod in her han',<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">An' she says, "Sir Hugh, if I fin' you here,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I will bate you for stayin' so long."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">First she went to the Jew's door,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But they were fast asleep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An' then she went to the deep draw-well,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That was fifty fadom deep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She says, "Sir Hugh, if you be here,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As I suppose you be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If ever the dead or quick arose,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Arise and spake to me."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yes, mother dear, I am here,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I know I have staid very long;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But a little penknife was stuck in my heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till the stream ran down full strong.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And mother dear, when you go home,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tell my playfellows all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I lost my life by leaving them<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When playing that game of ball.<!-- Page 337 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And ere another day is gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My winding-sheet prepare,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bury me in the green churchyard<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where the flowers are bloomin' fair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lay my Bible at my head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My testament at my feet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The earth and worms shall be my bed,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till Christ and I shall meet.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 338 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="SIR_PATRICK_SPENS_See_p_147" id="SIR_PATRICK_SPENS_See_p_147"></a>SIR PATRICK SPENS. See p. <a href="#Page_147">147</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, i. 1.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The King sits in Dunfermline town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A-drinking at the wine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Where will I get a good skipper<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will sail the saut seas fine?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out it speaks an eldren knight<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amang the companie,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Young Patrick Spens is the best skipper<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ever sail'd the sea."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The king he wrote a braid letter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And seal'd it wi' his ring;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Ye'll gi'e that to Patrick Spens:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">See if ye can him find."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He sent this, not wi' an auld man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet a simple boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the best o' nobles in his train<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">This letter did convoy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When Patrick look'd the letter upon<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A light laugh then ga'e he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ere he read it till an end,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 339 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span><span class="i2">The tear blinded his e'e.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll eat and drink, my merry men a',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' see ye be weell thorn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For blaw it weet, or blaw it wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My guid ship sails the morn."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out it speaks a guid auld man,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A guid death mat he dee,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Whatever ye do, my guid master,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tak' God your guide to bee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For late yestreen I saw the new moon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The auld moon in her arm."<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ohon, alas!" says Patrick Spens,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That bodes a deadly storm.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But I maun sail the seas the morn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And likewise sae maun you;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Noroway, wi' our king's daughter,—<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A chosen queen she's now.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But I wonder who has been sae base,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As tauld the king o' mee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Even tho' hee ware my ae brither,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An ill death mat he dee."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now Patrick he rigg'd out his ship,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sailed ower the faem;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But mony a dreary thought had hee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">While hee was on the main.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They hadna sail'd upon the sea<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A day but barely three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till they came in sight o' Noroway,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It's there where they must bee.<!-- Page 340 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They hadna stayed into that place<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A month but and a day,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he caus'd the flip in mugs gae roun',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And wine in cans sae gay.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The pipe and harp sae sweetly play'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The trumpets loudly soun';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In every hall where in they stay'd,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' their mirth did reboun'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out it speaks an auld skipper,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An inbearing dog was hee,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye've stay'd ower lang in Noroway,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Spending your king's monie."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out it speaks Sir Patrick Spens,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O how can a' this bee?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I ha'e a bow o' guid red gowd<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into my ship wi' mee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But betide me well, betide me wae,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">This day I'se leave the shore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And never spend my king's monie<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Mong Noroway dogs no more."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Young Patrick hee is on the sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And even on the faem,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wi' five-an-fifty Scots lords' sons,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That lang'd to bee at hame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They hadna sail'd upon the sea<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A day but barely three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till loud and boistrous grew the wind,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And stormy grew the sea.<!-- Page 341 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O where will I get a little wee boy<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will tak' my helm in hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till I gae up to my tapmast,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And see for some dry land?"<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He hadna gane to his tapmast<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A step but barely three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere thro' and thro' the bonny ship's side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He saw the green haw sea.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There are five-an-fifty feather beds<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Well packed in ae room;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ye'll get as muckle guid canvas<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As wrap the ship a' roun';<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll pict her well, and spare her not,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mak' her hale and soun'."<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ere he had the word well spoke<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bonny ship was down.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O laith, laith were our guid lords' sons<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To weet their milk-white hands;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But lang ere a' the play was ower<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">They wat their gowden bands.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O laith, laith were our Scots lords' sons<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To weet their coal-black shoon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But lang ere a' the play was ower<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They wat their hats aboon.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It's even ower by Aberdour<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It's fifty fathoms deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yonder lies Sir Patrick Spens,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a's men at his feet.<!-- Page 342 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It's even ower by Aberdour,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">There's mony a craig and fin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yonder lies Sir Patrick Spens,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' mony a guid lord's son.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lang, lang will the ladyes look<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into their morning weed,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before they see young Patrick Spens<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come sailing ower the fleed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lang, lang will the ladyes look<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' their fans in their hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before they see him, Patrick Spens,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come sailing to dry land.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 343 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="LORD_LIVINGSTON" id="LORD_LIVINGSTON"></a>LORD LIVINGSTON.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, ii. 39.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It fell about the Lammas time,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When wightsmen won their hay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A' the squires in merry Linkum,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Went a' forth till a play.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They play'd until the evening tide,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sun was gaeing down;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A lady thro' plain fields was bound,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A lily leesome thing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Two squires that for this lady pledged,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In hopes for a renown;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The one was call'd the proud Seaton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The other Livingston.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"When will ye, Michaell o' Livingston,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wad for this lady gay?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"To-morrow, to-morrow," said Livingston,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"To-morrow, if you may."<!-- Page 344 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then they hae wadded their wagers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And laid their pledges down;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the high castle o' Edinbro'<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They made them ready boun'.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The chamber that they did gang in,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There it was daily dight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The kipples were like the gude red gowd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As they stood up in hight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the roof-tree like the siller white,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And shin'd like candles bright.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The lady fair into that ha'<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was comely to be seen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her kirtle was made o' the pa',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her gowns seem'd o' the green.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her gowns seem'd like green, like green,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her kirtle o' the pa';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A siller wand intill her hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She marshall'd ower them a'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She gae every knight a lady bright,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And every squire a may;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her own sell chose him, Livingston,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They were a comely tway.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then Seaton started till his foot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The fierce flame in his e'e:<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"On the next day, wi' sword in hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On plain fields, meet ye me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When bells were rung, and mass was sung,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' man bound for bed;<!-- Page 345 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[Pg 345]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord Livingston and his fair dame<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In bed were sweetly laid.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The bed, the bed, where they lay in,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was cover'd wi' the pa';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A covering o' the gude red gowd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lay nightly ower the twa.<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So they lay there, till on the morn<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sun shone on their feet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then up it raise him, Livingston,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To draw to him a weed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The first an' weed that he drew on,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was o' the linen clear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The next an' weed that he drew on,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was a weed o' weir.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The niest an' weed that he drew on,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was gude iron and steel;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Twa gloves o' plate, a gowden helmet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Became that hind chiel weel.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out it speaks that lady gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A little forbye stood she;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I'll dress mysell in men's array,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gae to the fields for thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O God forbid," said Livingston,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That e'er I dree the shame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My lady slain in plain fields,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I coward knight at hame!"<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He scarcely travelled frae the town<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A mile but barely twa,<!-- Page 346 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[Pg 346]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he met wi' a witch woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray to send her wae.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"This is too gude a day, my lord,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To gang sae far frae town;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is too gude a day, my lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On field to make you boun'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I dream'd a dream concerning thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O read ill dreams to guid!<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your bower was full o' milk-white swans,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your bride's bed full o' bluid."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O bluid is gude," said Livingston,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"To bide it whoso may;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If I be frae yon plain fields,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nane knew the plight I lay."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he rade on to plain fields,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As swift's his horse cou'd hie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there he met the proud Seaton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come boldly ower the lee.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come on to me now, Livingston,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or then take foot and flee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is the day that we must try<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who gains the victorie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then they fought with sword in hand,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till they were bluidy men;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But on the point o' Seaton's sword<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Brave Livingston was slain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His lady lay ower castle wa',<br /></span> +<!-- Page 347 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[Pg 347]</a></span><span class="i2">Beholding dale and down,<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">When Blenchant brave, his gallant steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Came prancing to the town.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O where is now my ain gude lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He stays sae far frae me?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O dinna ye see your ain gude lord,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Stand bleeding by your knee?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O live, O live, Lord Livingston,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The space o' ae half hour;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's nae a leech in Edinbro' town<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But I'll bring to your door."<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Awa' wi' your leeches, lady," he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Of them I'll be the waur;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's nae a leech in Edinbro' town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That can strong death debar.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll take the lands o' Livingston,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And deal them liberallie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the auld that may not, the young that cannot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And blind that does na see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And help young maidens' marriages,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That has nae gear to gie."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My mother got it in a book,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The first night I was born,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wou'd be wedded till a knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And him slain on the morn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But I will do for my love's sake<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">What ladies woudna thole;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere seven years shall hae an end,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nae shoe's gang on my sole.<!-- Page 348 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[Pg 348]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There's never lint gang on my head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor kame gang in my hair,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor ever coal nor candle light,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shine in my bower mair."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When seven years were near an end,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The lady she thought lang;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wi' a crack her heart did brake,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sae this ends my sang.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 349 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[Pg 349]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="CLERK_TAMAS" id="CLERK_TAMAS"></a>CLERK TAMAS.</h3> + +<p class="center">Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, i. 43.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Clerk Tamas lov'd her, fair Annie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As well as Mary lov'd her son;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now he hates her, fair Annie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hates the lands that she lives in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ohon, alas!" said fair Annie,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Alas! this day I fear I'll die;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I will on to sweet Tamas,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And see gin he will pity me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As Tamas lay ower his shott-window,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Just as the sun was gaen down,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">There he beheld her, fair Annie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she came walking to the town.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O where are a' my well-wight men,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wat that I pay meat and fee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For to lat a' my hounds gang loose,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To hunt this vile whore to the sea!"<!-- Page 350 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[Pg 350]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The hounds they knew the lady well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And nane o' them they wou'd her bite;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Save ane that is ca'd Gaudy-where,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wat he did the lady smite.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O wae mat worth ye, Gaudy-where,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An ill reward this is to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For ae bit that I gae the lave,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'm very sure I've gi'en you three.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For me, alas! there's nae remeid,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here comes the day that I maun die;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I ken ye lov'd your master well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sae, alas for me, did I!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A captain lay ower his ship window,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Just as the sun was gaen down;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">There he beheld her, fair Annie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she was hunted frae the town.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gin ye'll forsake father and mither,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sae will ye your friends and kin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gin ye'll forsake your lands sae broad,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then come and I will take you in."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yes, I'll forsake baith father and mither,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sae will I my friends and kin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, I'll forsake my lands sae broad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And come, gin ye will take me in."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then a' thing gaed frae fause Tamas,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And there was naething byde him wi';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then he thought lang for Arrandella,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was fair Annie for to see.<!-- Page 351 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[Pg 351]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"How do ye now, ye sweet Tamas?<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And how gaes a' in your countrie?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I'll do better to you than ever I've done,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fair Annie, gin ye'll come an' see."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O Guid forbid," said fair Annie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That e'er the like fa' in my hand;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wou'd I forsake my ain gude lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And follow you, a gae-through-land?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yet nevertheless now, sweet Tamas,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'll drink a cup o' wine wi' me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And nine times in the live lang day,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your fair claithing shall changed be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair Annie pat it till her cheek,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae did she till her milk-white chin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sae did she till her flattering lips,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But never a drap o' wine gaed in.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Tamas pat it till his cheek,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae did he till his dimpled chin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He pat it till his rosy lips,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And then the well o' wine gaed in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"These pains," said he, "are ill to bide;<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here is the day that I maun die;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O take this cup frae me, Annie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For o' the same I am weary."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And sae was I, o' you, Tamas,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When I was hunted to the sea;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I'se gar bury you in state,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which is mair than ye'd done to me."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 352 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[Pg 352]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="JOHN_THOMSON_AND_THE_TURK" id="JOHN_THOMSON_AND_THE_TURK"></a>JOHN THOMSON AND THE TURK.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, Appendix, p. ix. The same +in Buchan's collection, ii. 159.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">John Thomson fought against the Turks<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Three years, intill a far countrie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all that time, and something mair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was absent from his gay ladie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But it fell ance upon a time,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As this young chieftain sat alane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He spied his lady in rich array,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she walk'd ower a rural plain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What brought ye here, my lady gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So far awa from your ain countrie?<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've thought lang, and very lang,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all for your fair face to see."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For some days she did with him stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till it fell ance upon a day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Fareweel, for a time," she said,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"For now I must boun hame away."<!-- Page 353 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[Pg 353]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's gi'en to her a jewel fine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was set with pearl and precious stane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "My love, beware of these savages bold<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That's in your way as ye gang hame.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll tak the road, my lady fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That leads you fair across the lea:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That keeps you from wild Hind Soldan,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And likewise from base Violentrie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wi' heavy heart thir twa did pairt,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She mintet as she wuld gae hame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hind Soldan by the Greeks was slain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But to base Violentrie she's gane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When a twelvemonth had expired,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">John Thomson he thought wondrous lang,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he has written a braid letter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sealed it weel wi' his ain hand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He sent it with a small vessel<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That there was quickly gaun to sea;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sent it on to fair Scotland,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see about his gay ladie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But the answer he received again,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The lines did grieve his heart right sair:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nane of her friends there had her seen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a twelvemonth and something mair.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he put on a palmer's weed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And took a pike-staff in his hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Violentrie's castell he hied;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But slowly, slowly he did gang.<!-- Page 354 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[Pg 354]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When within the hall he came,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He jooked and couch'd out ower his tree:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If ye be lady of this hall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Some of your good bountith gie me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What news, what news, palmer," she said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And from what countrie cam ye?"<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I'm lately come from Grecian plains,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where lies some of the Scots armie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If ye be come from Grecian plains,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Some mair news I will ask of thee,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of one of the chieftains that lies there,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">If he has lately seen his gay ladie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It is twa months, and something mair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since we did pairt on yonder plain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now this knight has began to fear<br /></span> +<span class="i2">One of his foes he has her ta'en."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"He has not ta'en me by force nor slight;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was a' by my ain free will;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He may tarry into the fight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For here I mean to tarry still.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And if John Thomson ye do see,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tell him I wish him silent sleep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His head was not so coziely,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet sae weel, as lies at my feet."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With that he threw aff his strange disguise,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Laid by the mask that he had on;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Said, "Hide me now, my lady fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For Violentrie will soon be hame."<!-- Page 355 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[Pg 355]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For the love I bore thee ance,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll strive to hide you, if I can:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then she put him down in a dark cellar<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where there lay many a new slain man.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But he hadna in the cellar been,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Not an hour but barely three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then hideous was the noise he heard,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When in at the gate cam Violentrie.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Says, "I wish you well, my lady fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It's time for us to sit to dine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come, serve me with the good white bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And likewise with the claret wine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"That Scots chieftain, our mortal fae,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae aft frae the field has made us flee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ten thousand zechins this day I'll give<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I his face could only see."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Of that same gift wuld ye give me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If I wuld bring him unto thee?<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I fairly hold you at your word;—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come ben, John Thomson, to my lord."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then from the vault John Thomson came,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wringing his hands most piteouslie:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"What would ye do," the Turk he cried,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"If ye had me as I hae thee?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If I had you as ye have me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll tell ye what I'd do to thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd hang you up in good greenwood,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 356 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[Pg 356]</a></span><span class="i2">And cause your ain hand wale the tree.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I meant to stick you with my knife<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For kissing my beloved ladie:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But that same weed ye've shaped for me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It quickly shall be sewed for thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then to the wood they baith are gane;<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">John Thomson clamb frae tree to tree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye he sighed and said, "Och hone!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here comes the day that I must die."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He tied a ribbon on every branch,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Put up a flag his men might see;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But little did his false faes ken<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He meant them any injurie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He set his horn unto his mouth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he has blawn baith loud and schill:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then three thousand armed men<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cam tripping all out ower the hill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Deliver us our chief," they all did cry;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"It's by our hand that ye must die;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Here is your chief," the Turk replied,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With that fell on his bended knee.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O mercy, mercy, good fellows all,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mercy I pray you'll grant to me;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Such mercy as ye meant to give,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Such mercy we shall give to thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This Turk they in his castel burnt,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That stood upon yon hill so hie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">John Thomson's gay ladie they took<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hanged her on yon greenwood tree.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 357 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[Pg 357]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="LORD_THOMAS_STUART" id="LORD_THOMAS_STUART"></a>LORD THOMAS STUART.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Maidment's <i>North Countrie Garland</i>, p. 1.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thomas Stuart was a lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A lord of mickle land;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He used to wear a coat of gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But now his grave is green.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now he has wooed the young countess,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The Countess of Balquhin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An' given her for a morning gift,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Strathboggie and Aboyne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But women's wit is aye willful,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alas! that ever it was sae;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She longed to see the morning gift<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That her gude lord to her gae.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When steeds were saddled an' weel bridled,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' ready for to ride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There came a pain on that gude lord,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">His back, likewise his side.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He said, "Ride on, my lady fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">May goodness be your guide;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I'm sae sick an' weary that<br /></span> +<!-- Page 358 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[Pg 358]</a></span><span class="i2">No farther can I ride."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now ben did come his father dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wearing a golden band;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Is there nae leech in Edinburgh,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Can cure my son from wrang?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O leech is come, an' leech is gane,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet, father, I'm aye waur;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's not a leech in Edinbro'<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Can death from me debar.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But be a friend to my wife, father,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Restore to her her own;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Restore to her my morning gift,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Strathboggie and Aboyne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It had been gude for my wife, father,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To me she'd born a son;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He would have got my land an' rents,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where they lie out an' in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It had been gude for my wife, father,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To me she'd born an heir;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He would have got my land an' rents,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where they lie fine an' fair."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The steeds they strave into their stables,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The boys could'nt get them bound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The hounds lay howling on the leech,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Cause their master was behind.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I dreamed a dream since late yestreen,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wish it may be good,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That our chamber was full of swine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' our bed full of blood.<!-- Page 359 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[Pg 359]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I saw a woman come from the West,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Full sore wringing her hands,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye she cried, 'Ohon alas!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My good lord's broken bands.'<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"As she came by my good lord's bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Saw mony black steeds an' brown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm feared it be mony unco lords<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Havin' my love from town."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As she came by my gude lord's bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Saw mony black steeds an' grey;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I'm feared its mony unco lords<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Havin' my love to the clay."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 360 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[Pg 360]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_SPANISH_VIRGIN" id="THE_SPANISH_VIRGIN"></a>THE SPANISH VIRGIN.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, iii. 316.</p> + + +<p>The three following pieces are here inserted merely +as specimens of a class of tales, horrible in their incidents +but feeble in their execution, of which whole +dreary volumes were printed and read about two centuries +ago. They were all of them, probably, founded +on Italian novels.</p> + +<p>"The subject of this ballad is taken from a folio +collection of tragical stories, entitled, <i>The Theatre of +God's Judgments, by Dr. Beard and Dr. Taylor</i>, 1642. +Pt. 2, p. 89. The text is given (with corrections) +from two copies; one of them in black-letter in the +Pepys Collection. In this every stanza is accompanied +with the following distich by way of burden:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Depart from hence, and therein dwell."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr /> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All tender hearts, that ake to hear<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of those that suffer wrong;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All you that never shed a tear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Give heed unto my song.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair Isabella's tragedy<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">My tale doth far exceed:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alas, that so much cruelty<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In female hearts should breed!<!-- Page 361 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[Pg 361]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In Spain a lady liv'd of late,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who was of high degree;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose wayward temper did create<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Much woe and misery.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Strange jealousies so filled her head<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With many a vain surmize,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She thought her lord had wrong'd her bed,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And did her love despise.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A gentlewoman passing fair<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did on this lady wait;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With bravest dames she might compare;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her beauty was compleat.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her lady cast a jealous eye<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon this gentle maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And taxt her with disloyaltye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And did her oft upbraid.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In silence still this maiden meek<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her bitter taunts would bear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While oft adown her lovely cheek<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Would steal the falling tear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In vain in humble sort she strove<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her fury to disarm;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">As well the meekness of the dove<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bloody hawke might charm.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her lord, of humour light and gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And innocent the while,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As oft as she came in his way,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Would on the damsell smile.<!-- Page 362 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[Pg 362]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And oft before his lady's face,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As thinking her her friend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He would the maiden's modest grace<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And comeliness commend.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All which incens'd his lady so,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She burnt with wrath extreame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length the fire that long did glow,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Burst forth into a flame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For on a day it so befell,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">When he was gone from home,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lady all with rage did swell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to the damsell come.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And charging her with great offence<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And many a grievous fault,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She bade her servants drag her thence,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into a dismal vault,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That lay beneath the common-shore,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A dungeon dark and deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where they were wont, in days of yore,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Offenders great to keep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There never light of chearful day<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dispers'd the hideous gloom;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But dank and noisome vapours play<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Around the wretched room:<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And adders, snakes, and toads therein,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As afterwards was known,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long in this loathsome vault had bin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And were to monsters grown.<!-- Page 363 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[Pg 363]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Into this foul and fearful place,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The fair one innocent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was cast, before her lady's face;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her malice to content.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This maid no sooner enter'd is,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But strait, alas! she hears<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The toads to croak, and snakes to hiss:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then grievously she fears.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Soon from their holes the vipers creep,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fiercely her assail,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which makes the damsel sorely weep,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And her sad fate bewail.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With her fair hands she strives in vain<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her body to defend;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With shrieks and cries she doth complain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But all is to no end.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A servant listning near the door,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Struck with her doleful noise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strait ran his lady to implore;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But she'll not hear his voice.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With bleeding heart he goes agen<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To mark the maiden's groans;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And plainly hears, within the den,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How she herself bemoans.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Again he to his lady hies,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With all the haste he may;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She into furious passion flies,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And orders him away.<!-- Page 364 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[Pg 364]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Still back again does he return<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To hear her tender cries;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The virgin now had ceas'd to mourn,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which fill'd him with surprize.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In grief, and horror, and affright,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He listens at the walls<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But finding all was silent quite,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He to his lady calls.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Too sure, O lady," now quoth he,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Your cruelty hath sped;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Make haste, for shame, and come and see;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I fear the virgin's dead."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She starts to hear her sudden fate,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And does with torches run;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all her haste was now too late,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For death his worst had done.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The door being open'd, strait they found<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The virgin stretch'd along;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two dreadful snakes had wrapt her round,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which her to death had stung.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">One round her legs, her thighs, her waist,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had twin'd his fatal wreath;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The other close her neck embrac'd,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And stopt her gentle breath.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The snakes being from her body thrust,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their bellies were so fill'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That with excess of blood they burst,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 365 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[Pg 365]</a></span><span class="i2">Thus with their prey were kill'd.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The wicked lady, at this sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With horror strait ran mad;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So raving dy'd, as was most right,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Cause she no pity had.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let me advise you, ladies all,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of jealousy beware:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It causeth many a one to fall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And is the devil's snare.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 366 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[Pg 366]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_LADY_ISABELLAS_TRAGEDY" id="THE_LADY_ISABELLAS_TRAGEDY"></a>THE LADY ISABELLA'S TRAGEDY.</h3> + + +<p>"This ballad is given from an old black-letter copy +in the Pepys Collection, collated with another in the +British Museum, H. 263, folio. It is there entitled, +<i>The Lady Isabella's Tragedy, or the Step-Mother's Cruelty; +being a relation of a lamentable and cruel murther, +committed on the body of the Lady Isabella, the +only daughter of a noble Duke, &c. To the tune of +The Lady's Fall</i>. To some copies are annexed eight +more modern stanzas, entitled, <i>The Dutchess's and +Cook's Lamentation</i>." Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, iii. 199.</p> + +<p>The copy in Durfey's <i>Pills to Purge Melancholy</i>, +v. 53, is nearly <i>verbatim</i> the same.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There was a lord of worthy fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a hunting he would ride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Attended by a noble traine<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of gentrye by his side.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And while he did in chase remaine,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see both sport and playe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His ladye went, as she did feigne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unto the church to praye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This lord he had a daughter deare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose beauty shone so bright,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She was belov'd, both far and neare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of many a lord and knight.<!-- Page 367 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[Pg 367]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair Isabella was she call'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A creature faire was shee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She was her fathers only joye;<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As you shall after see.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Therefore her cruel step-mother<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did envye her so much,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That daye by daye she sought her life,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her malice it was such.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She bargain'd with the master-cook<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To take her life awaye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And taking of her daughter's book,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She thus to her did saye:—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Go home, sweet daughter, I thee praye,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Go hasten presentlie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tell unto the master-cook<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These wordes that I tell thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And bid him dresse to dinner streight<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That faire and milk-white doe<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">That in the parke doth shine so bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There's none so faire to showe."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This ladye fearing of no harme,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Obey'd her mothers will;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And presentlye she hasted home,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her pleasure to fulfill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She streight into the kitchen went,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her message for to tell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there she spied the master-cook,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 368 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[Pg 368]</a></span><span class="i2">Who did with malice swell.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Nowe, master-cook, it must be soe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Do that which I thee tell:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You needes must dresse the milk-white doe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which you do knowe full well."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then streight his cruell bloodye hands,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He on the ladye layd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who quivering and shaking stands,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">While thus to her he sayd:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thou art the doe that I must dresse;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">See here, behold my knife;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For it is pointed presently<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To ridd thee of thy life."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O then," cried out the scullion-boye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As loud as loud might bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O save her life, good master-cook,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And make your pyes of mee!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For pityes sake do not destroye<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My ladye with your knife;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You know shee is her father's joye;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For Christes sake save her life!"<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I will not save her life," he sayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Nor make my pyes of thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet if thou dost this deed bewraye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy butcher I will bee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now when this lord he did come home<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For to sitt down and eat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He called for his daughter deare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To come and carve his meat.<!-- Page 369 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[Pg 369]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now sit you downe," his ladye sayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O sit you downe to meat;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into some nunnery she is gone;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your daughter deare forget."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then solemnlye he made a vowe<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before the companie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he would neither eat nor drinke,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Until he did her see.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O then bespake the scullion-boye.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With a loud voice so hye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If now you will your daughter see,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My lord, cut up that pye:<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Wherein her fleshe is minced small,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And parched with the fire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All caused by her step-mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who did her death desire.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And cursed bee the master-cook,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">O cursed may he bee!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I proffered him my own heart's blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From death to set her free."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then all in blacke this lord did mourne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And for his daughters sake,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He judged her cruell step-mother<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To be burnt at a stake.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Likewise he judg'd the master-cook<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In boiling lead to stand.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And made the simple scullion-boye<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The heire of all his land.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 370 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[Pg 370]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_CRUEL_BLACK" id="THE_CRUEL_BLACK"></a>THE CRUEL BLACK.</h3> + + +<p><i>A Collection of Old Ballads</i>, (1723,) ii. 152: also +Evans's <i>Old Ballads</i>, iii. 232. Entered in the Stationers' +<i>Registers, 1569-70</i>. A writer in the <i>British Bibliographer</i>, +(iv. 182,) has pointed out that this is only +one of Bandello's novels versified. The novel is the +21st of the Third Part, (London, 1792.)</p> + +<p><i>A lamentable Ballad of the tragical End of a gallant +Lord and virtuous Lady; together with the untimely +Death of their two Children: wickedly performed by a +Heathenish and Blood-thirsty Black-a-moor, their Servant; +the like of which Cruelty and Murder was never +before heard of.</i></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In Rome a nobleman did wed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A virgin of great fame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fairer creature never did<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dame Nature ever frame:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By whom he had two children fair,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose beauty did excel;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They were their parents only joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They lov'd them both so well.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The lord he lov'd to hunt the buck,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 371 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[Pg 371]</a></span><span class="i2">The tiger, and the boar;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And still for swiftness always took<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With him a black-a-moor:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which black-a-moor within the wood<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His lord he did offend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For which he did him then correct,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In hopes he would amend.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The day it grew unto an end;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then homewards he did haste,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where with his lady he did rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Until the night was past.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then in the morning he did rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And did his servants call;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A hunting he provides to go:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Straight they were ready all<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To cause the toyl the lady did<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Intreat him not to go:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Alas, good lady," then quoth he,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Why art thou grieved so?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Content thyself, I will return<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With speed to thee again."<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Good father," quoth the little babes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"With us here still remain."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Farewel, dear children, I will go<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A fine thing for to buy;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But they, therewith nothing content,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Aloud began to cry.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mother takes them by the hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Saying, "Come, go with me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unto the highest tower, where<br /></span> +<!-- Page 372 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[Pg 372]</a></span><span class="i2">Your father you shall see."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The black-a-moor, perceiving now,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who then did stay behind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His lord to be a hunting gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Began to call to mind:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My master he did me correct,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">My fault not being great;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now of his wife I'll be reveng'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She shall not me intreat."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The place was moated round about;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bridge he up did draw;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The gates he bolted very fast;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of none he stood in awe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He up into the tower went,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The lady being there;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who, when she saw his countenance grim,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She straight began to fear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But now my trembling heart it quakes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To think what I must write;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My senses all begin to fail,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My soul it doth affright.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet must I make an end of this<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which here I have begun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which will make sad the hardest heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before that I have done.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This wretch unto the lady went,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And her with speed did will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His lust forthwith to satisfy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His mind for to fulfil.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lady she amazed was,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 373 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[Pg 373]</a></span><span class="i2">To hear the villain speak;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Alas," quoth she, "what shall I do?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With grief my heart will break."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With that he took her in his arms;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She straight for help did cry;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Content yourself, lady," he said,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Your husband is not nigh:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bridge is drawn, the gates are shut,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Therefore come lie with me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or else I do protest and vow,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy butcher I will be."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The crystal tears ran down her face,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her children cried amain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sought to help their mother dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But all it was in vain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For that egregious filthy rogue<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her hands behind her bound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then perforce with all his might,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He threw her on the ground.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With that she shriek'd, her children cried,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And such a noise did make,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">That town-folks, hearing her laments,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did seek their parts to take:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all in vain; no way was found<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To help the lady's need,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who cried to them most piteously,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O help! O help with speed!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Some run into the forest wide,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her lord home for to call;<!-- Page 374 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[Pg 374]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they that stood still did lament<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This gallant lady's fall.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">With speed her lord came posting home;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He could not enter in;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His lady's cries did pierce his heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To call he did begin:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O hold thy hand, thou savage moor,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To hurt her do forbear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or else be sure, if I do live,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wild horses shall thee tear."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With that the rogue ran to the wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He having had his will,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And brought one child under his arm,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His dearest blood to spill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The child, seeing his father there,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To him for help did call:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O father! help my mother dear,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">We shall be killed all."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then fell the lord upon his knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And did the moor intreat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To save the life of this poor child,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose fear was then so great.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But this vile wretch the little child<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By both the heels did take<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dash'd his brains against the wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whilst parent's hearts did ake:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That being done, straightway he ran<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The other child to fetch,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pluck'd it from the mother's breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Most like a cruel wretch.<!-- Page 375 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[Pg 375]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Within one hand a knife he brought,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The child within the other;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And holding it over the wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Saying, "Thus shall die thy mother,"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With that he cut the throat of it;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then to the father he did call,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To look how he the head did cut,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And down the head did fall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This done, he threw it down the wall<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into the moat so deep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which made the father wring his hands,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And grievously to weep.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then to the lady went this rogue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who was near dead with fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet this vile wretch most cruelly<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did drag her by the hair;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And drew her to the very wall,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which when her lord did see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then presently he cried out,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fell upon his knee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth he, "If thou wilt save her life,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whom I do love so dear,<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will forgive thee all is past,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though they concern me near.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O save her life, I thee beseech;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O save her, I thee pray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I will grant thee what thou wilt<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Demand of me this day."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Well," quoth the moor, "I do regard<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The moan that thou dost make:<!-- Page 376 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[Pg 376]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">If thou wilt grant me what I ask,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll save her for thy sake."<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O save her life, and then demand<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of me what thing thou wilt."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Cut off thy nose, and not one drop<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of her blood shall be spilt."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With that the lord presently took<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A knife within his hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then his nose he quite cut off,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In place where he did stand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now I have bought my lady's life,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He to the moor did call;<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Then take her," quoth this wicked rogue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And down he let her fall.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which when her gallant lord did see,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His senses all did fail;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet many sought to save his life,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But nothing could prevail.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When as the moor did see him dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then did he laugh amain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At them who for their gallant lord<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lady did complain:<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth he, "I know you'll torture me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If that you can me get,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all your threats I do not fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet regard one whit.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Wild horses shall my body tear,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I know it to be true,<!-- Page 377 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[Pg 377]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I prevent you of that pain:"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And down himself he threw.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Too good a death for such a wretch,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A villain void of fear!<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus doth end as sad a tale<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As ever man did hear.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 378 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[Pg 378]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="BOOK_IV_b" id="BOOK_IV_b"></a>BOOK IV.</h2> + + + +<hr /> +<h3><a name="KING_MALCOLM_AND_SIR_COLVIN_See" id="KING_MALCOLM_AND_SIR_COLVIN_See"></a>KING MALCOLM AND SIR COLVIN.<br /> +See p. <a href="#Page_173">173</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, ii. 6.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There ance liv'd a king in fair Scotland,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">King Malcolm called by name;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom ancient history gives record,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For valour, worth, and fame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And it fell ance upon a day,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The king sat down to dine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then he miss'd a favourite knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose name was Sir Colvin.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But out it speaks another knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ane o' Sir Colvin's kin;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He's lyin' in bed, right sick in love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All for your daughter Jean."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O waes me," said the royal king,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I'm sorry for the same;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She maun take bread and wine sae red,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Give it to Sir Colvin."<!-- Page 379 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[Pg 379]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then gently did she bear the bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her page did carry the wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And set a table at his bed;—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Sir Colvin, rise and dine."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O well love I the wine, lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come frae your lovely hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But better love I your fair body,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than all fair Scotland's strand."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O hold your tongue now, Sir Colvin,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let all your folly be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My love must be by honour won,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or nane shall enjoy me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But on the head o' Elrick's hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Near by yon sharp hawthorn,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where never a man with life e'er came,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sin our sweet Christ was born;—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O ye'll gang there and walk a' night,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And boldly blaw your horn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With honour that ye do return,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'll marry me the morn."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up it raise him, Sir Colvin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And dress'd in armour keen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he is on to Elrick's hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Without light of the meen.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At midnight mark the meen upstarts;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The knight walk'd up and down;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While loudest cracks o' thunder roar'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out ower the bent sae brown.<!-- Page 380 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[Pg 380]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then by the twinkling of an e'e<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He spied an armed knight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fair lady bearing his brand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' torches burning bright.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he cried high, as he came nigh,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Coward, thief, I bid you flee!<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is not ane comes to this hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But must engage wi' me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll best take road before I come,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And best take foot and flee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here is a sword baith sharp and broad,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will quarter you in three."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sir Colvin said, "I'm not afraid<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of any here I see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You hae not ta'en your God before;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Less dread hae I o' thee."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sir Colvin then he drew his sword,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His foe he drew his brand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they fought there on Elrick's hill<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till they were bluidy men.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The first an' stroke the knight he strake,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gae Colvin a slight wound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The next an' stroke Lord Colvin strake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Brought's foe unto the ground.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I yield, I yield," the knight he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I fairly yield to thee;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nae ane came e'er to Elrick-hill<br /></span> +<span class="i2">E'er gain'd such victorie.<!-- Page 381 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[Pg 381]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I and my forbears here did haunt<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Three hundred years and more;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm safe to swear a solemn oath,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">We were never beat before."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"An asking," said the lady gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"An asking ye'll grant me:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ask on, ask on," said Sir Colvin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"What may your asking be?"<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll gie me hame my wounded knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let me fare on my way;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'se ne'er be seen on Elrick's hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By night, nor yet by day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to this place we'll come nae mair,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cou'd we win safe away;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"To trouble any Christian one<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lives in the righteous law,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We'll come nae mair unto this place,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cou'd we win safe awa'."<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O ye'se get hame your wounded knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye shall not gang alane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I maun hae a wad o' him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before that we twa twine."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sir Colvin being a book-learn'd man,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae gude in fencing tee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's drawn a stroke behind his hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And followed in speedilie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sae fierce a stroke Sir Colvin's drawn,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 382 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[Pg 382]</a></span><span class="i2">And followed in speedilie,<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The knight's brand and sword hand<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the air he gar'd them flee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It flew sae high into the sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lighted on the ground;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The rings that were on these fingers<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were worth five hundred pound.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Up he has ta'en that bluidy hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Set it before the king;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the morn it was Wednesday,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When he married his daughter Jean.<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 383 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[Pg 383]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="SKIOEN_ANNA_FAIR_ANNIE_See_p_191" id="SKIOEN_ANNA_FAIR_ANNIE_See_p_191"></a>SKIŒN ANNA; FAIR ANNIE, See p. <a href="#Page_191">191</a>.</h3> + + +<p>Translated in Jamieson's <i>Popular Ballads</i>, ii. +103, from Syv's <i>Kjœmpe Viser</i>. See another copy in +Nyerup's <i>Danske Viser</i>, iv. 59.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The reivers they wad a stealing gang,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To steal sae far frae hame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And stown ha'e they the king's daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fair Annie hight by name.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They've carried her into fremmit lands,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To a duke's son of high degree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he has gie'n for Fair Annie<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mickle goud and white money.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And eight lang years o' love sae leal<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had past atween them twae;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now a bonny bairntime<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O' seven fair sons had they.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That lord he was of Meckelborg land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of princely blood and stemme;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for his worth and curtesy<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That lord a king became.<!-- Page 384 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[Pg 384]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But little wist that noble king,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As little his barons bald,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That it was the king of England's daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had sae to him been sald!<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And eight lang years sae past and gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fair Annie now may rue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For now she weets in fremmit lands<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Anither bride he'll wooe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair Annie's till his mither gane;<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fell low down on her knee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A boon, a boon, now lady mither,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye grant your oys and me!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If ever ye kist, if ever ye blest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bade them thrive and thee,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">O save them now frae scaith and scorn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O save your oys and me!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Their father's pride may yet relent;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His mither's rede he'll hear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor for anither break the heart<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ance to him was dear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"He had my love and maiden pride;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I had nae mair to gi'e;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He well may fa' a brighter bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But nane that lo'es like me."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A brighter bride he ne'er can fa';<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A richer well he may;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But daughter dearer nor Fair Annie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His mither ne'er can ha'e."<!-- Page 385 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[Pg 385]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That princess stood her son before:<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"My lord the king," said she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Fy on the lawless life ye lead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dishonour'd as ye be!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Its Annie's gude, and Annie's fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And dearly she lo'es thee;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the brightest gems in a' your crown<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your seven fair sons wad be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Her love, her life, her maiden fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' you she shar'd them a';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now share wi' her your bridal bed;<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her due she well may fa'."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"To my bridal bed, my mither dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fair Annie ne'er can win;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I coft her out of fremmit lands,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor ken her kith or kin."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And he's gard write a braid letter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His wedding to ordein;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to betrothe anither bride<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To be his noble queen.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair Annie up at her bower window<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Heard a' that knight did say:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O God, my heavenly Father! gif<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My heart mat brast in twae!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair Annie stood at her bower window,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And heard that knight sae bald:<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O God, my heavenly Father! gif<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I mat my dearest hald!"<!-- Page 386 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[Pg 386]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That lord is to Fair Annie gane:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says, "Annie, thou winsome may,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O whatten a gude gift will ye gi'e<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">My bride on her bridal day?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll gi'e her a gift, and a very gude gift,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a dear-bought gift to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I'll gi'e her my seven fair sons,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her pages for to be."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O that is a gift, but nae gude gift,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Frae thee, Fair Annie, I ween;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ye maun gi'e some richer gift<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Befitting a noble queen."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll gi'e her a gift, and a dear, dear gift,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a gift I brook wi' care;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I'll gi'e her my dearest life,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I dow brook nae mair."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O that is a gift, but a dowie gift,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now, Annie, thou winsome may;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye maun gi'e her your best goud girdle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her gude will for to ha'e."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh na, that girdle she ne'er shall fa';<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I can never bear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The luckless morn I gave you a',<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye gae me that girdle to wear."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That lord before his bride gan stand:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"My noble bride and queen!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O whatten a gift to my lemman Annie<br /></span> +<!-- Page 387 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[Pg 387]</a></span><span class="i2">Will now by you be gi'en?"<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll gi'e her a gift, and a very gude gift,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My lord the king," said she;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For I'll gi'e her my auld shoe to wear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Best fitting her base degree."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O that is a gift, but nae gude gift,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">My noble bride and queen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ye maun gi'e her anither gift,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If you'll my favour win."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Then I'll gi'e her a very gude gift,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My lord the king," said she;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I'll gie her my millers seven, that lig<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae far ayont the sea.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Well are they fed, well are they clad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And live in heal and weal;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And well they ken to measure out<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The wheat, but and caneel."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair Annie says, "My noble lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This boon ye grant to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let me gang up to the bridal bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your young bride for to see."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O gangna, Annie, gangna, there,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor come that bower within;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye maunna come near that bridal bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wad ye my favour win."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair Annie is till his mither gane:<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O lady mither," said she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"May I gang to the bridal bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My lord's new bride to see?"<!-- Page 388 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">[Pg 388]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"That well ye may," his mither said;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But see that ye're buskit bra',<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And clad ye in your best cleading,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' your bower maidens a'."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair Annie she's gaen to the bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' heart fu' sair and sad;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wi' a' her seven sons her before,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the red scarlet clad.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair Annie's taen a silver can,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Afore the bride to skink;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And down her cheeks the tears ay run,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon hersell to think.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The bride gan stand her lord before:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Now speak, and dinna spare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whare is this fair young lady frae?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whareto greets she sae sair?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O hear ye now, dear lady mine,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The truth I tell to thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is but a bonny niece of mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That is come o'er the sea."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O wae is me, my lord," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"To hear you say sic wrang;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">It can be nane but your auld lemman;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">God rede whare she will gang!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Then till her sorrow, and till her wae,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll tell the truth to thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For she was sald frae fremmit lands,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For mickle goud to me.<!-- Page 389 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">[Pg 389]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Her bairntime a' stand her before,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her seven young sons sae fair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they maun now your pages be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That maks her heart sae sair."<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A little sister ance I had,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A sister that hight Ann;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By reivers she was stown awa',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sald in fremmit land.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"She was a bairn when she was stown,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet in her tender years;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sair her parents mourn'd for her,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' mony sighs and tears.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Art thou fair Annie, sister mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou noble violet flower?<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her mither never smil'd again<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Frae Annie left her bower!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O thou art she! a sister's heart<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wants nane that tale to tell!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there he is, thy ain true lord;<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">God spare ye lang and well!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And gladness through the palace spread,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' mickle game and glee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And blythe were a' for fair Annie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her bridal day to see.<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And now untill her father's land<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This young bride she is gane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And her sister Annie's youngest son<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She hame wi' her has ta'en.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 390 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_390" id="Page_390">[Pg 390]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="LADY_MARGARET_See_p_205" id="LADY_MARGARET_See_p_205"></a>LADY MARGARET. See p. <a href="#Page_205">205</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 180.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The corn is turning ripe, Lord John,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The nuts are growing fu',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ye are bound for your ain countrie;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fain wad I go wi' you."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Wi me, Marg'ret, wi me, Marg'ret,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">What wad ye do wi' me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've mair need o' a pretty little boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wait upon my steed."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It's I will be your pretty little boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wait upon your steed;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ilka town that we come to,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A pack of hounds I'll lead."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My hounds will eat o' the bread o' wheat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ye of the bread of bran:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then you will sit and sigh,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That e'er ye loed a man."<!-- Page 391 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391">[Pg 391]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The first water that they cam to,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I think they call it Clyde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He saftly unto her did say,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Lady Marg'ret, will ye ride?"<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The first step that she steppit in,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She steppit to the knee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Wae be to ye, waefu' water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For through ye I maun be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The second step that she steppit in,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She steppit to the middle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sigh'd, and said, Lady Margaret,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I've stain'd my gowden girdle."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The third step that she steppit in,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She steppit to the neck;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The pretty babe within her sides,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The cauld it garr'd it squake.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Lie still my babe, lie still my babe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lie still as lang's ye may,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For your father rides on horseback high,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cares little for us twae."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It's whan she cam to the other side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She sat doun on a stane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Them that made me, help me now,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For I am far frae hame.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"How far is it frae your mither's bouer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gude Lord John tell to me?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"It's therty miles, Lady Margaret,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It's therty miles and three:<!-- Page 392 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392">[Pg 392]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ye'se be wed to ane o' her serving men,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For ye'se get na mair o' me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up bespak the wylie parrot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As it sat on the tree;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye lee, ye lee, Lord John," it said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Sae loud as I hear ye lee.<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye say it's thirty miles frae your mither's bouer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whan it's but barely three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she'll ne'er be wed to a serving man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For she'll be your ain ladie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">* * * * * *<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Monie a lord and fair ladie<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Met Lord John in the closs,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But the bonniest face amang them a',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was hauding Lord John's horse.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Monie a lord and gay ladie<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sat dining in the ha',<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the bonniest face that was there,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was waiting on them a'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O up bespak Lord John's sister,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A sweet young maid was she:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My brither has brought a bonnie young page,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">His like I ne'er did see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the red flits fast frae his cheek,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the tear stands in his ee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But up bespak Lord John's mither,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 393 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_393" id="Page_393">[Pg 393]</a></span><span class="i2">She spak wi' meikle scorn:<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He's liker a woman gret wi' bairn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than onie waiting-man."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It's ye'll rise up, my bonnie boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gie my steed the hay:"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O that I will, my dear master,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As fast as I can gae."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She took the hay aneath her arm,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The corn intil her hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But atween the stable door and the staw,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lady Marg'ret made a stand.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">* * * * * *<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O open the door, Lady Margaret,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O open and let me in;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I want to see if my steed be fed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or my grey hounds fit to rin."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll na open the door, Lord John," she said,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I'll na open it to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till ye grant to me my ae request,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a puir ane it's to me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll gie to me a bed in an outhouse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For my young son and me,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the meanest servant in a' the place,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wait on him and me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I grant, I grant, Lady Marg'ret," he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"A' that, and mair frae me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The very best bed in a' the place<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To your young son and thee:<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my mither, and my sister dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wait on him and thee.<!-- Page 394 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_394" id="Page_394">[Pg 394]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And a' thae lands, and a' thae rents,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They sall be his and thine;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our wedding and our kirking day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They sall be all in ane."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And he has tane Lady Margaret,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And row'd her in the silk;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he has tane his ain young son,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And wash'd him in the milk.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<p><!-- Page 395 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_395" id="Page_395">[Pg 395]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="EARL_RICHARD_B_See_p_260" id="EARL_RICHARD_B_See_p_260"></a>EARL RICHARD (B). See p. 260.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 15.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There was a shepherd's dochter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Kept sheep on yonder hill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bye cam a knicht frae the king's court,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he wad hae his will.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan he had got his wills o' her,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">His will as he has tane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Wad ye be sae gude and kind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As tell to me your name?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Some ca's me Jock, some ca's me John,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Some disna ken my name;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But whan I'm in the king's court,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mitchcock is my name."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Mitchcock! hey!" the lady did say,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And spelt it oure again;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If that's your name in the Latin tongue,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Earl Richard is your name!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O jumpt he upon his horse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And said he wad gae ride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Kilted she her green claithing,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 396 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_396" id="Page_396">[Pg 396]</a></span><span class="i2">And said she wad na bide.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And he was never sae discreet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As bid her loup on and ride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she was ne'er sae meanly bred,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As for to bid him bide.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And whan they cam to yon water,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was running like a flude;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I've learnt it in my mither's bouer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I've learnt it for my gude,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I can soum this wan water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like a fish in a flude.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I've learnt it in my father's bouer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ive learnt it for my better,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I will soum this wan water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As tho' I was ane otter."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Jump on behind, ye weill-faur'd may,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or do ye chuse to ride?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"No, thank ye, sir," the lady said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I wad rather chuse to wyde;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And afore that he was 'mid-water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was at the ither side.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Turn back, turn back, ye weill-faur'd may,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My heart will brak in three;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And sae did mine, on yon bonnie hill-side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whan ye wad na let me be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Whare gat ye that gay claithing,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">This day I see on thee?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My mither was a gude milk-nurse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a gude nourice was she,<!-- Page 397 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_397" id="Page_397">[Pg 397]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She nurs'd the Earl o' Stockford's ae dochter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gat a' this to me."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan she cam to the king's court,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She rappit wi' a ring;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sae ready was the king himsel'<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To lat the lady in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gude day, gude day, my liege the king,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gude day, gude day, to thee;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Gude day," quo' he, "my lady fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What is't ye want wi' me?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There is a knicht into your court,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This day has robbed me;"<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O has he tane your gowd," he says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Or has he tane your fee?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"He has na tane my gowd," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Nor yet has he my fee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he has tane my maiden-head,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The flow'r o' my bodie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O gin he be a single man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His body I'll gie thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But gin he be a married man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll hang him on a tree."<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out bespak the queen hersel',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wha sat by the king's knee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"There's na a knicht in a' our court<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wad hae dune that to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unless it war my brither, Earl Richard,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And forbid it, it war he!"<!-- Page 398 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_398" id="Page_398">[Pg 398]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Wad ye ken your fause love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amang a hundred men?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I wad," said the bonnie ladie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Amang five hundred and ten."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The king made a' his merry men pass,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By ane, by twa, and three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earl Richard us'd to be the first man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But was hindmost man that day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He cam hauping on ae foot,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And winking wi' ae ee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ha! ha!" cried the bonnie ladie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That same young man are ye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He has pou'd out a hundred pounds,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weel lockit in a glove;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Gin ye be a courteous may,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'll chose anither love."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What care I for your hundred pounds?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nae mair than ye wad for mine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What's a hundred pounds to me,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To a marriage wi' a king!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll hae nane o' your gowd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor either o' your fee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I will hae your ain bodie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The king has grantit me."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O was ye gentle gotten, maid?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or was ye gentle born?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or hae ye onie gerss growin'?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or hae ye onie corn?<!-- Page 399 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_399" id="Page_399">[Pg 399]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Or hae ye onie lands or rents<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lying at libertie?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or hae ye onie education,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To dance alang wi' me?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I was na gentle gotten, madam,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor was I gentle born;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neither hae I gerss growin',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor hae I onie corn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I hae na onie lands or rents,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lying at libertie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor hae I onie education,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To dance along wi' thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan the marriage it was oure,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ilk ane took their horse,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"It never sat a beggar's brat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At na knicht's back to be."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He lap on ae milk-white steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she lap on anither,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And syne the twa rade out the way<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like sister and like brither.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The ladie met wi' a beggar-wife,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gied her half o' crown—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Tell a' your neebours whan ye gae hame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That Earl Richard's your gude-son."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O haud your tongue, ye beggar's brat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My heart will brak in three;"<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And sae did mine on yon bonnie hill-side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whan ye wad na lat me be."<!-- Page 400 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_400" id="Page_400">[Pg 400]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan she cam to yon nettle-dyke—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"An my auld mither was here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sae weill as she wad ye pou;<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She wad boil ye weill, and butter ye weill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sup till she war fou,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Syne laye her head upo' her dish doup,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sleep like onie sow."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And whan she cam to Tyne's water,<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She wylilie did say—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Fareweil, ye mills o' Tyne's water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With thee I bid gude-day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Fareweil, ye mills o' Tyne's water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To you I bid gude-een;<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whare monie a time I've fill'd my pock,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At mid-day and at een."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Hoch! had I drank the well-water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whan first I drank the wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Never a mill-capon<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wad hae been a love o' mine."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan she cam to Earl Richard's house,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sheets war Hollan' fine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O haud awa thae linen sheets,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bring to me the linsey clouts,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hae been best used in."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O haud your tongue, ye beggar's brat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My heart will brak in three;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And sae did mine on yon bonnie hill-side,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 401 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_401" id="Page_401">[Pg 401]</a></span><span class="i2">Whan ye wadna lat me be."<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I wish I had drank the well-water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whan first I drank the beer;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That ever a shepherd's dochter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shou'd hae been my only dear!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll turn about, Earl Richard,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mak some mair o' me:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An ye mak me lady o' ae puir plow,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I can mak you laird o' three."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If ye be the Earl o' Stockford's dochter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As I've some thouchts ye be,<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aft hae I waited at your father's yett,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But your face I ne'er could see."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan they cam to her father's yett,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She tirled on the pin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And an auld belly-blind man was sittin' there,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As they were entering in:—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The meetest marriage," the belly-blind did cry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Atween the ane and the ither;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Atween the Earl o' Stockford's ae dochter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the Queen o' England's brither."<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 403 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_403" id="Page_403">[Pg 403]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="GLOSSARY" id="GLOSSARY"></a>GLOSSARY.</h2> + +<p class="center"><a title="right pointing hand">☞</a> Figures placed after words denote the pages in which +they occur.</p> + + +<ul> +<li>aboon, aboun, abune, <i>above</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1"><a href="#Page_151">151</a>, above the surface of the water.</li> + +<li>ackward stroke, <a href="#Page_84">84</a>, <a href="#Page_178">178</a>, <i>cross or back stroke</i>.</li> + +<li>acton, <i>a leather jacket worn under a coat of mail</i>.</li> + +<li>ae, <i>only</i>.</li> + +<li>airts, <i>quarters</i>, <i>points of the compass</i>.</li> + +<li>an, <i>one</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">an ae, <i>one single</i>.</li> + +<li>aneath, <i>beneath</i>.</li> + +<li>anes, <i>once</i>.</li> + +<li>asking, <i>boon</i>.</li> + +<li>aughts, <i>owns</i>.</li> + +<li>aukeward stroke, <a href="#Page_178">178</a>, <a href="#Page_84">84</a>, <i>cross or back stroke</i>.</li> + +<li>auld son, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>. "<i>Young Son</i> and <i>Auld Son</i> are phrases used only to denote the comparative ages of children. The <i>young son</i> is perhaps the child now in the nurse's arms;</li> + <li class="indent1">the <i>auld son</i>, he who has just begun to walk without leading-strings."—<i>Chambers.</i></li> + +<li>ava, <i>of all</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1"><a href="#Page_287">287</a>, <i>at all</i>.</li> + +<li>avowe, <i>vow</i>.</li> + +<li>ayont, <i>beyond</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>baffled, <i>disgraced</i>.</li> + +<li>bairntime, <i>brood of children</i>.</li> + +<li>bale-fire, <i>bonfire</i>.</li> + +<li>band, <i>agreement</i>.</li> + +<li>bane-fire, <i>bonfire</i>.</li> + +<li>bedeene, <a href="#Page_247">247</a>, <i>immediately?</i> <i>continuously?</i></li> + +<li>bedight, <i>furnished</i>.</li> + +<li>beforne, <i>before</i>.</li> + +<li>belive, <i>soon</i>.</li> + +<li>belly blind, <a href="#Page_365">365</a>, <i>stone blind</i>.</li> + +<li>ben, <i>in</i>.</li> + +<li>bent, <i>a field where the coarse grass so named grows</i>.</li> + +<li>big, <i>build</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">biggit, <i>built</i>.</li> + +<li>bigly, <i>spacious</i>, <i>commodious</i>.</li> + +<li>billie, <i>comrade</i>, <i>brother</i>, <i>a term of affection</i>.</li> + +<li><!-- Page 404 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_404" id="Page_404">[Pg 404]</a></span>binna, <i>be not</i>.<br /></li> + +<li>birk, <i>birch</i>.</li> + +<li>birl, <i>drink</i>, <i>pour out drink</i>, <i>ply with drink</i>.</li> + +<li>blanne, <i>stopped</i>.</li> + +<li>blee, <i>complexion</i>.</li> + +<li>bleid, <i>blood</i>.</li> + +<li>blint, <i>blinded</i>.</li> + +<li>bookin, bo'kin, <i>bodkin</i>, <i>small dagger</i>.</li> + +<li>bookesman, <i>clerk</i>, <i>secretary</i>.</li> + +<li>bore, <i>crevice</i>, <i>hole</i>.</li> + +<li>borrow, <i>ransom</i>.</li> + +<li>bouer, <i>chamber</i>.</li> + +<li>boun, <a href="#Page_334">334</a>, <i>go</i>.</li> + +<li>boun, <i>ready</i>.</li> + +<li>bountith, <i>bounties</i>.</li> + +<li>boustouslie, <i>threateningly</i>.</li> + +<li>bout, <i>bolt</i>.</li> + +<li>bow, <i>bole</i>, <i>two bushels</i>.</li> + +<li>bower, <i>chamber</i>.</li> + +<li>bowne, <i>ready</i>.</li> + +<li>brae, <i>hill-side</i>.</li> + +<li>bragged, <i>defied</i>.</li> + +<li>braid letter, <i>an open letter</i>, <i>or</i> <i>letter patent</i>.</li> + +<li>brash, <i>sickness</i>.</li> + +<li>brast, <i>burst</i>.</li> + +<li>braw, <i>brave</i>, <i>handsome</i>.</li> + +<li>breast, <a href="#Page_44">44</a>, <i>make a horse spring up or forward</i>?</li> + +<li>brechan, <i>tartan</i>, <i>plaid</i>.</li> + +<li>brenne, <i>burn</i>.</li> + +<li>bricht, <i>bright</i>.</li> + +<li>brodinge, <a href="#Page_176">176</a>, <i>pricking</i>.</li> + +<li>bully, <i>see</i> billie.</li> + +<li>burd, <i>lady</i>.</li> + +<li>busk, <i>dress</i>, <i>make ready</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1"> busk on, <i>put on for dress</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1"> buskit, <i>dressed</i>.</li> + +<li>but and, <i>and also</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>can, <i>used as an auxiliary with the infinitive mood</i>, <i>to form an imperfect tense</i>.</li> + +<li>caneel, <i>cinnamon</i>.</li> + +<li>cannie, <i>handily</i>, <i>gently</i>.</li> + +<li>caps, <a href="#Page_301">301</a>, <i>bowls</i>.</li> + +<li>carle, <i>churl</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">carline, <i>feminine of churl</i>, <i>old woman</i>.</li> + +<li>carlish, <i>churlish</i>.</li> + +<li>châmer, <i>chamber</i>.</li> + +<li>chapp'd, <i>rap</i>, <i>tapped</i>.</li> + +<li>cheer, <i>countenance</i>.</li> + +<li>cheer, <i>entertainment</i>.</li> + +<li>chive, <a href="#Page_290">290</a>, <i>mouthfull</i>?</li> + +<li>cleiding, <i>clothing</i>.</li> + +<li>close, <i>enclosure</i>.</li> + +<li>coble, <i>boat</i>.</li> + +<li>coffer, <i>coif</i>, <i>head-dress</i>, <i>cap</i>?</li> + +<li>coft, <i>bought</i>.</li> + +<li>corbies, <i>ravens</i>.</li> + +<li>cosh, <i>quiet</i>.</li> + +<li>counsayl, <i>secret</i>.</li> + +<li>craps, <i>tops</i>.</li> + +<li>cryance, <a href="#Page_177">177</a>, <i>apparently for recreance</i>, <i>cowardice</i>.</li> + +<li>cuist cavels, <i>cast lots</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>daigh, <i>dough</i>.</li> + +<li>darna, <i>dares not</i>.</li> + +<li>dawing, <i>dawn</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">daws, <i>dawns</i>.</li> + +<li>decaye, <a href="#Page_132">132</a>, <i>destruction</i>.</li> + +<li>dee, <i>die</i>.</li> + +<li>deemed, <i>adjudged</i>.</li> + +<li>deid, <i>death</i>.</li> + +<li>den, <i>hollow</i>, <i>small valley</i>.</li> + +<li>descreeve, <i>impart</i>.</li> + +<li><!-- Page 405 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_405" id="Page_405">[Pg 405]</a></span>dight, <a href="#Page_174">174</a>, <i>prepared for</i>.<br /></li> + +<li>dill, <i>dole</i>, <i>grief</i>.</li> + +<li>dinge, <i>strike</i>.</li> + +<li>discreet, <i>civil</i>.</li> + +<li>disna, <i>does not</i>.</li> + +<li>dochter, <i>daughter</i>.</li> + +<li>dole, <i>grief</i>.</li> + +<li>doubte, <i>dread</i>.</li> + +<li>douk, <i>dive</i>.</li> + +<li>dounae, <i>cannot</i>.</li> + +<li>doup, <i>bottom</i>.</li> + +<li>dow, <i>can</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">downa, <i>cannot</i>.</li> + +<li>dow, <i>dove</i>.</li> + +<li>dowie, <i>sad</i>.</li> + +<li>dree, drye, <i>bear</i>, <i>suffer</i>.</li> + +<li>dyne, <i>dinner</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>eerie, <a href="#Page_273">273</a>, <i>dreary</i>, <i>cheerless</i>.</li> + +<li>eldern, <i>old</i>.</li> + +<li>Eldridge, <a href="#Page_170">170</a>, (Elriche, Elrick, &c.,) <i>ghostly</i>, <i>spectral</i>:</li> + <li class="indent1"><a href="#Page_179">179</a>, hill <i>seems to be omitted</i>.</li> + +<li>even ower, <i>half over</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>fa', <i>obtain as one's lot</i>.</li> + +<li>faem, <i>foam</i>.</li> + +<li>fail-dyke, <i>a wall built of sods</i>.</li> + +<li>faine, <i>glad</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">fainly, <i>gladly</i>.</li> + +<li>farden, <a href="#Page_185">185</a>, <i>fared</i>, <i>appeared</i>.</li> + +<li>fare, <i>go</i>.</li> + +<li>fecht, <i>fight</i>.</li> + +<li>fee, <i>possessions</i>, <i>property</i>.</li> + +<li>feres, <i>comrades</i>.</li> + +<li>fey fowk, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>, <i>people doomed to die</i>.</li> + +<li>ficht, <i>fight</i>.</li> + +<li>fin, <a href="#Page_342">342</a>?</li> + +<li>fitt, <i>strain</i>.</li> + +<li>flatter'd, <a href="#Page_156">156</a>, <i>fluttered</i>, <i>floated</i>.</li> + +<li>forbears, <i>ancestors</i>.</li> + +<li>forbye, <i>beyond</i>, <i>near</i>.</li> + +<li>fou, <i>full</i>.</li> + +<li>frae, <a href="#Page_353">353</a>, <i>from the time</i>.</li> + +<li>free, <i>noble</i>.</li> + +<li>fremmit, <i>foreign</i>.</li> + +<li>fund, <i>found</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>gae, <i>gave</i>.</li> + +<li>gae-through-land, <i>vagabond</i>.</li> + +<li>gane, <i>suffice</i>.</li> + +<li>gar, <i>cause</i>, <i>make</i>.</li> + +<li>gare, below her, <i>below the</i> [<i>gore in the edge of the</i>] <i>skirt</i>?</li> + +<li>gear, <i>goods</i>.</li> + +<li>gen, <i>against</i>.</li> + +<li>gerss, <i>grass</i>.</li> + +<li>gif, <i>if</i>.</li> + +<li>gin, <i>if</i>.</li> + +<li>gin, <i>trick</i>, <i>snare</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1"><a href="#Page_221">221</a>, <i>the device</i> (<i>necessary to open the door</i>).</li> + +<li>girds, <i>hoops</i>.</li> + +<li>glore, <i>glory</i>.</li> + +<li>God before, <i>God help me!</i></li> + +<li>good-brother, <a href="#Page_67">67</a>, <i>brother-in-law</i>.</li> + +<li>gorgett, <a href="#Page_246">246</a>, <i>a kerchief to cover the bosom</i>.</li> + +<li>graith, <i>caparisons</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">graith'd, <i>caparisoned</i>.</li> + +<li>gramarye, <i>grammar</i>, <i>abstruse or magical learning</i>.</li> + +<li>grat, <i>cried</i>, <i>wept</i>.</li> + +<li>greeting, <i>weeping</i>, <i>crying</i>.</li> + +<li>gresse, <i>grass</i>.</li> + +<li>grew, <i>gray</i>.</li> + +<li>grype, <i>griffin</i>.</li> + +<li><!-- Page 406 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_406" id="Page_406">[Pg 406]</a></span>gude-mother, <i>mother-in-law</i>.</li> + +<li>gude-son, <i>son-in-law</i>.</li> + +<li>gurly, <i>troubled</i>, <i>stormy</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>ha', <i>hall</i>.</li> + +<li>had, <i>hold</i>, <i>keep</i>.</li> + +<li>had, <i>taken</i>.</li> + +<li>hained, <i>enclosed</i>, <i>surrounded with a hedge</i>.</li> + +<li>half-fou, <i>half bushel</i>.</li> + +<li>hantle, <i>much</i>, <i>great deal</i>.</li> + +<li>happ'd, <i>covered</i>.</li> + +<li>hart-rote, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>, <i>a term of endearment</i>, <i>sweet-heart</i>.</li> + +<li>haud, <i>hold</i>.</li> + +<li>haugh, <i>low flat ground by a river-side</i>.</li> + +<li>hauping, <i>limping</i>.</li> + +<li>hause, <i>neck</i>.</li> + +<li>have owre, <a href="#Page_151">151</a>, <i>half over</i>.</li> + +<li>haw, <i>azure</i>.</li> + +<li>hawberke, <i>cuirass</i>, <i>coat of mail</i>.</li> + +<li>heading-hill, <i>beheading hill</i>.</li> + +<li>heal, <i>conceal</i>.</li> + +<li>heal, <i>health</i>.</li> + +<li>hech, <i>a forcible expiration of breath</i>, <i>as in striking a heavy blow</i>.</li> + +<li>heiding-hill, <i>the beheading hill</i>.</li> + +<li>hend, <i>gentle</i>.</li> + +<li>het, <i>hot</i>.</li> + +<li>hewberke, <i>cuirass</i>, <i>coat of mail</i>.</li> + +<li>hichts, <i>heights</i>.</li> + +<li>hight, <i>promised</i>.</li> + +<li>hind-chiel, <i>young stripling</i>.</li> + +<li>hinging, <i>hanging</i>.</li> + +<li>hollin, <i>holly</i>.</li> + +<li>hooly, <i>slowly</i>, <i>softly</i>.</li> + +<li>houl', <i>hold</i>.</li> + +<li>houms, <i>flat grounds near water</i>.</li> + +<li>houzle, <i>give the sacrament</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>ilka, <i>each</i>.</li> + +<li>inbearing, <i>forth-putting</i>.</li> + +<li>iwis, iwysse, <i>certainly</i>, <i>truly</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>jack, <a href="#Page_81">81</a>, <i>a coat of mail</i>.</li> + +<li>jagged, <i>pierced</i>.</li> + +<li>jess, <i>a leather strap for a hawk's leg, by which it was fastened to the leash</i>.</li> + +<li>jooked, <i>bowed</i>, <i>made obeisance</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>kail, <i>broth</i>.</li> + +<li>kame, <i>comb</i>.</li> + +<li>keckle-pin, <a href="#Page_300">300</a>, should be heckle-pin, <i>the tooth of a heckle or flax-comb</i>.</li> + +<li>kell, <i>a dress of net-work for a woman's head</i>.</li> + +<li>kempes, <i>soldiers</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">kemperye man, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>, <i>soldier-man</i>.</li> + +<li>kepped, keppit, <i>intercepted received when falling</i>.</li> + +<li>kevils, <i>lots</i>.</li> + +<li>kiest, <i>cast</i>.</li> + +<li>kilted, <i>tucked up</i>.</li> + +<li>kipples, <i>rafters</i>.</li> + +<li>kirkin, <i>churching</i>.</li> + +<li>kirk-shot, <i>see</i> shot.</li> + +<li>knet, <i>knitted</i>.</li> + +<li>knicht, <i>knight</i>.</li> + +<li>knot, <a href="#Page_274">274</a>, <i>tie up</i>.</li> + +<li>knowe, <i>knoll</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li><!-- Page 407 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_407" id="Page_407">[Pg 407]</a></span>lack, <a href="#Page_85">85</a>, <i>loss</i>.</li> + +<li>laigh, <i>low</i>.</li> + +<li>lake, <a href="#Page_58">58</a>, <i>hollow place</i>, <i>grave</i>?</li> + +<li>lamer, <i>amber</i>.</li> + +<li>lane, your lane, &c., <i>alone</i>.</li> + +<li>lap, <i>leapt</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1"><a href="#Page_154">154</a>, <i>sprang</i>.</li> + +<li>lauch, <i>laugh</i>.</li> + +<li>lauchters, <i>laughters</i>.</li> + +<li>lave, <i>rest</i>.</li> + +<li>lawing, <i>reckoning</i>.</li> + +<li>laye, <a href="#Page_180">180</a>, <i>law</i>.</li> + +<li>lay gowd, <i>embroider in gold</i>.</li> + +<li>lay-land, <i>lea-land</i>, <i>unploughed</i>, <i>green sward</i>.</li> + +<li>leafu', <i>lawful</i>.</li> + +<li>leal, <i>loyal</i>, <i>true</i>.</li> + +<li>leech, <i>leash</i>.</li> + +<li>leesome, <i>pleasant</i>, <i>lovely</i>.</li> + +<li>lemin, <i>gleaming</i>.</li> + +<li>lere, <i>countenance</i>.</li> + +<li>lethal, <i>deadly</i>.</li> + +<li>licht, <i>light</i>.</li> + +<li>lieve, <i>dear</i>.</li> + +<li>lift, <i>air</i>.</li> + +<li>lift, <i>carry off</i>.</li> + +<li>lig, <i>lie</i>.</li> + +<li>lighter, <i>delivered</i>.</li> + +<li>limmer, <i>mean</i>, <i>scoundrel</i>, <i>wretch</i>.</li> + +<li>linkin', <i>riding briskly</i>.</li> + +<li>linn, <i>the pool beneath a cataract</i>.</li> + +<li>lither, <i>lazy</i>, <i>wicked</i>.</li> + +<li>lodlye, <i>loathly</i>.</li> + +<li>loon, <i>clown</i>, <i>rascal</i>, <i>low fellow</i>.</li> + +<li>loot, <i>let</i>.</li> + +<li>louted, <i>bowed</i>, <i>bent</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>make, <i>mate</i>.</li> + +<li>mane, <i>moan</i>, <i>lament</i>.</li> + +<li>mannot, <i>may not</i>.</li> + +<li>maries, <i>maids</i>.</li> + +<li>mark, <i>murky</i>.</li> + +<li>marrow, <i>mate</i>, <i>husband</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1"><a href="#Page_67">67</a>, <i>antagonist</i>, <i>match</i>.</li> + +<li>mat, <i>might</i>.</li> + +<li>mavis, <i>thrush</i>.</li> + +<li>maw, <i>mew</i>.</li> + +<li>may, <i>maid</i>.</li> + +<li>meen, <i>moon</i>.</li> + +<li>mell, <a href="#Page_70">70</a>, <i>milt</i>, <i>spleen</i>.</li> + +<li>micht, <i>might</i>.</li> + +<li>mill-capon, <i>a poor person who asks charity at mills from those who have grain grinding</i>.</li> + +<li>millering, <a href="#Page_273">273</a>, <i>dust of the mill</i>.</li> + +<li>min', <i>mind</i>.</li> + +<li>min', minnie, <i>mother</i>, <i>love</i>, <i>dear</i>.</li> + +<li>minged, <a href="#Page_178">178</a>, <i>named</i>, <i>mentioned</i>.</li> + +<li>mintet, <a href="#Page_335">335</a>, <i>took the direction or course</i>.</li> + +<li>mirk, <i>dark</i>.</li> + +<li>monand, <i>moaning</i>.</li> + +<li>moodie hill, <a href="#Page_84">84</a>, <i>mole-hill</i>.</li> + +<li>morning-gift, <i>the gift made a wife by her husband, the morning after marriage</i>.</li> + +<li>mun, <i>must</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>nee, <i>nigh</i>.</li> + +<li>nicked of naye, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>, <i>denied</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">should be <i>with naye</i>.</li> + +<li>niest, <i>next</i>.</li> + +<li>nurice, <i>nurse</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li><!-- Page 408 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_408" id="Page_408">[Pg 408]</a></span>o'erword, <i>refrain</i>.</li> + +<li>ohon, <i>an exclamation of sorrow</i>, <i>alas</i>.</li> + +<li>onbethought, <a href="#Page_35">35</a>, <i>thought upon</i>.</li> + +<li>or, <i>before</i>.</li> + +<li>out o'hand, <i>at once</i>.</li> + +<li>owre, <a href="#Page_151">151</a>, <i>or</i>, <i>ere</i>.</li> + +<li>oys, <i>grandsons</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>Pa, <a href="#Page_144">144</a>. Qy. <i>Is this a contraction of pall, and is pall, an alley or mall in which games of ball are played?</i></li> + +<li>pall, <i>a kind of rich cloth</i>.</li> + +<li>Pasche, <i>Easter</i>.</li> + +<li>pat, <i>put</i>.</li> + +<li>paughty, <i>insolent</i>.</li> + +<li>pearlings, <i>thread laces</i>.</li> + +<li>pict, <i>pitch</i>.</li> + +<li>pike, <i>pick</i>.</li> + +<li>pin, <i>summit</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">gallows pin, <i>top of the gallows</i>?</li> + +<li>pine, <i>sorrow</i>.</li> + +<li>pitten, <i>put</i>.</li> + +<li>plat, <i>interwove</i>.</li> + +<li>play-feres, <i>play-fellows</i>.</li> + +<li>plight, <i>pledge</i>.</li> + +<li>plooky, <i>pimpled</i>.</li> + +<li>poin'd, <i>seized</i>.</li> + +<li>poke, <i>bag</i>.</li> + +<li>pot, <i>a deep place scooped in a rock or river-bed by the eddies</i>.</li> + +<li>pou, <i>pull</i>.</li> + +<li>prestlye, <i>quickly</i>.</li> + +<li>pricked, <i>rode smartly</i>.</li> + +<li>prime, <i>six o'clock</i>.</li> + +<li>prude, <a href="#Page_31">31</a>, <i>proud</i>?</li> + +<li>put down, putten down, <i>executed</i>, <i>killed</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>quair, <i>choir</i>.</li> + +<li>quha, <i>who</i>.</li> + +<li>quick, <i>alive</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>raw, <i>row</i>.</li> + +<li>reade, <i>advise</i>.</li> + +<li>reave, <i>deprive</i>.</li> + +<li>removde, <a href="#Page_174">174</a>, <i>stirred up</i>, <i>excited</i>.</li> + +<li>renish, renisht, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>, <a href="#Page_167">167</a>?</li> + +<li>rievers, <i>marauders</i>, <i>robbers</i>.</li> + +<li>rigg, <i>ridge</i>.</li> + +<li>rive, <i>riven</i>.</li> + +<li>roode, <i>cross</i>.</li> + +<li>room, <a href="#Page_217">217</a>, <i>make room</i>.</li> + +<li>roudes, <i>haggard</i>.</li> + +<li>round tables, <i>a game much played in the 15th & 16th century</i>.</li> + +<li>row, <i>roll</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">rowd, <i>rolled</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>sackless, <i>guiltless</i>.</li> + +<li>sald, <i>sold</i>.</li> + +<li>sark, <i>shirt</i>, <i>shift</i>.</li> + +<li>sat, <i>fitted</i>.</li> + +<li>saye, <a href="#Page_211">211</a>, <i>essay</i>, <i>try</i>.</li> + +<li>scale, <i>scatter</i>, <i>disperse</i>.</li> + +<li>scath, <i>injury</i>.</li> + +<li>scoup, <a href="#Page_194">194</a>, <i>go or fly</i>.</li> + +<li>scuttle dishes, <a href="#Page_273">273</a>, <i>wooden platters</i>.</li> + +<li>sea-maw, <i>sea-mew</i>.</li> + +<li>see, (save and see,) <i>protect</i></li> + +<li>sell, <i>good</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">sell gude, <i>right good</i>.</li> + +<li>sen, <a href="#Page_280">280</a>, <i>sent</i>.</li> + +<li>sen, <i>since</i>.</li> + +<li>send, <i>message</i>.</li> + +<li><!-- Page 409 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_409" id="Page_409">[Pg 409]</a></span>shanna, <i>shall not</i>.</li> + +<li>shaw'd, <i>showed</i>.</li> + +<li>sheen, <i>bright</i>.</li> + +<li>shent, <i>disgraced</i>, <i>injured</i>.</li> + +<li>shope, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>, <i>shaped</i>, <i>assumed</i>.</li> + +<li>shot, <i>plot of land</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">also, <i>a place where fishermen let out their nets</i>.</li> + +<li>shot-window, <i>a projected</i>, <i>over-hanging window</i>.<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a></li> + +<li>sicker, sickerly, <i>sure</i>, <i>surely</i>.</li> + +<li>side, <i>long</i>.</li> + +<li>sindry, <a href="#Page_301">301</a>, <i>peculiar</i>.</li> + +<li>skeely, <i>skilful</i>.</li> + +<li>skink, <i>serve drink</i>.</li> + +<li>slode, <i>slid</i>, <i>split</i>.</li> + +<li>sloe, <i>slay</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">slone, <i>slain</i>.</li> + +<li>smit, <i>a clashing noise</i>.</li> + +<li>soum, <i>swim</i>.</li> + +<li>spare, <i>the opening in a woman's gown</i>.</li> + +<li>spille, <i>destroy</i>, <i>perish</i></li> + +<li>sta', <i>stall</i>.</li> + +<li>staf, <i>stuff</i>.</li> + +<li>stark and stoor, <a href="#Page_254">254</a>, <i>strong</i>, <i>and big</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">here we may say, <i>rough and rude</i>.</li> + +<li>staw, <i>stole</i>.</li> + +<li>steek, <i>stitch</i>, <i>thread</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">steeking, <i>stitching</i>.</li> + +<li>steeked, <i>fastened</i>.</li> + +<li>step-minnie, <i>step-mother</i>.</li> + +<li>sterte, <i>started</i>.</li> + +<li>stickit, <a href="#Page_139">139</a>, <i>cut the throat</i>.</li> + +<li>stock, <i>the forepart of a bed</i>.</li> + +<li>stoups, <i>flagons</i>.</li> + +<li>stour, stower, <a href="#Page_171">171</a>, <i>fight</i>, <i>disturbance</i>.</li> + +<li>stown, <i>stolen</i>.</li> + +<li>streekit, <i>stretched</i>, <i>struck down</i>.</li> + +<li>stythe, <a href="#Page_43">43</a>, <i>sty</i>.</li> + +<li>suld, <i>should</i>.</li> + +<li>swaird, <i>sword</i>.</li> + +<li>sweven, <i>dream</i>.</li> + +<li>swith, <i>quickly</i>.</li> + +<li>syne, <i>then</i>, <i>afterwards</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">ere syne, <i>before now</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>tee, <i>too</i>.</li> + +<li>tein, <i>suffering</i>, <i>grief</i>.</li> + +<li>thae, <i>these</i>.</li> + +<li>theek, theekit, <i>thatch</i>, <i>thatched</i>.</li> + +<li>think lang, <i>feel weary</i>, <i>ennuyé</i>.</li> + +<li>thir, <i>these</i>.</li> + +<li>thocht lang, <i>grew weary</i>, <i>felt ennui</i>.</li> + +<li>thole, <i>endure</i>.</li> + +<li><!-- Page 410 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_410" id="Page_410">[Pg 410]</a></span>thorn, <a href="#Page_339">339</a>, (and thorn'd, ii. 335,) <i>refreshed with food</i>?</li> + +<li>thouch, <i>though</i>.</li> + +<li>thought lang, <i>grew weary</i>, <i>felt ennui</i>.</li> + +<li>thoust, <i>thou shouldst</i>.</li> + +<li>thraw, <i>twist</i>.</li> + +<li>till, <a href="#Page_170">170</a>, <i>entice</i>.</li> + +<li>till, <i>to</i>.</li> + +<li>tine, <a href="#Page_175">175</a>, <i>lose</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">tint, <i>lost</i>.</li> + +<li>tint, <a href="#Page_183">183</a>, <a href="#Page_227">227</a>, <i>apparently misused by Percy</i>, for tine, <i>lose</i>.</li> + +<li>tippit, <i>lock (of hair)</i>.</li> + +<li>tirled at the pin, <i>trilled, or rattled, at the door-latch</i>.</li> + +<li>tolbooth, <i>prison</i>.</li> + +<li>tone, <i>the one</i>, (after the.)</li> + +<li>toom, <i>empty</i>.</li> + +<li>trattles, <i>prattles</i>, <i>tattles</i>.</li> + +<li>trysted, <i>made an appointment with</i>.</li> + +<li>twig, <i>twitch</i>.</li> + +<li>twine, <i>part</i>.</li> + +<li>tyne, <i>lose</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>ugsome, <i>disgusting</i>, <i>loathsome</i>.</li> + +<li>unco, <i>strange</i>.</li> + +<li>unmacklye, <a href="#Page_187">187</a>, <i>unshapely</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>wad, <i>wager</i>.</li> + +<li>wad, <i>would</i>.</li> + +<li>wae, <i>sad</i>.</li> + +<li>wake, <i>watch</i>.</li> + +<li>wale, <i>choose</i>.</li> + +<li>wallowed, <a href="#Page_290">290</a>, <i>withered</i>.</li> + +<li>waly, <i>alas</i>.</li> + +<li>wan, <i>dark</i>, <i>black</i>, <i>gloomy</i>.</li> + +<li>wand, <i>wicker</i>.</li> + +<li>wane, <a href="#Page_221">221</a>, <i>a number of people</i>.</li> + +<li>wantonly, <a href="#Page_82">82</a>, <i>nimbly</i>.</li> + +<li>wap, <i>wrap</i>.</li> + +<li>warlock, <i>wizard</i>.</li> + +<li>wat, <i>know</i>.</li> + +<li>wat, <i>wet</i>.</li> + +<li>wauked, <i>watched</i>.</li> + +<li>waur, <i>worse</i>.</li> + +<li>weary, <i>causing trouble</i>, <i>sad</i>.</li> + +<li>wed-bed, <i>marriage-bed</i>.</li> + +<li>weets, <i>knows</i>.</li> + +<li>weil-heid, <i>the vortex of a whirlpool</i>.</li> + +<li>weill-faur'd, <i>well-favored</i>.</li> + +<li>weir, <i>war</i>.</li> + +<li>weird, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>, <i>made liable to</i>, <i>exposed to</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1"><a href="#Page_308">308</a>, apparently, <i>foretell that it is important</i>.</li> + +<li>weirdless, <i>unlucky</i>.</li> + +<li>well-wight men, <i>picked strong men</i>.</li> + +<li>westlin, <i>westward</i>.</li> + +<li>whareto, <i>wherefore</i>.</li> + +<li>whin, <i>furze</i>.</li> + +<li>wicht, <i>wight</i>.</li> + +<li>wicker, <i>twist, from being too tightly drawn</i>.</li> + +<li>wight, <i>strong</i>, <i>active</i>.</li> + +<li>wightlye, <i>bravely</i>, <i>quickly</i>.</li> + +<li>wightsmen, <a href="#Page_325">325</a>, <i>husbandmen?</i></li> + +<li>win, <i>come</i>, <i>reach</i>;</li> + <li>win near, <i>come near</i>;</li> + <li>win up, <i>get up</i>.</li> + +<li>winsome, <i>gay</i>, <i>comely</i>.</li> + +<li>win hay, <i>dry or make</i>.</li> + +<li>wit, <i>information</i>.</li> + +<li>wite, <i>blame</i>.</li> + +<li>wode, <i>mad</i>.</li> + +<li>woe, <i>sad</i>.</li> + +<li>won up, <a href="#Page_218">218</a>, <i>get up</i>;</li> + <li class="indent1">should be <i>win up</i>.</li> + +<li>wrocht, <i>wrought</i>.</li> + +<li><!-- Page 411 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_411" id="Page_411">[Pg 411]</a></span>wush, <i>washed</i>.</li> + +<li>wyde, <i>wade</i>.</li> + +<li>wyte, <a href="#Page_317">317</a>, <i>blame</i>.</li> + +<li>wyte, <i>know</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>yate, <i>gate</i>.</li> + +<li>yeard-fast, <i>fixed in the earth</i>.</li> + +<li>yestreen, <i>yesterday</i>.</li> + +<li>yett, <i>gate</i>.</li> + +<li>ying, <i>young</i>.</li> + +<li>young son, <a href="#Page_105">105</a>, <i>see</i> auld son.</li> + +<li>y-rode, <i>rode</i>.</li> + +<li>y-were, <i>were</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<ul> +<li>zechins, <i>sequins</i>.</li> + +<li>zoung, <i>young</i>.</li> + +<li>Zule, <i>Yule</i>, <i>Christmas</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> It "meant a certain species of aperture, generally circular, +which used to be common in the stair-cases of old wooden +houses in Scotland, and some specimens of which are yet +to be seen in the Old Town of Edinburgh. It was calculated +to save glass in those parts of the house where light was +required, but where there was no necessity for the exclusion +of the air."—<i>Chambers.</i> +</p><p> +Not always certainly, since persons are sometimes said to +be lying at the shot window.</p></div> + + +<div class="trans-note"> +<h4><a name="Transcribers_Notes" id="Transcribers_Notes"></a>Transcriber's Notes</h4> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_iii">iii</a>: changed "Kinlock" to "Kinloch" (27 b. Laird of Wariestoun, [Kinloch])</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_v">v</a>: changed "Malcom" to "Malcolm" (King Malcolm and Sir Colvin)</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_29">29</a>; line 62: changed "this" to "thir" (Till thir twa craps drew near;)</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_207">207</a>; line 34: deleted closing quotation mark (Yet let me go with thee:)</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_219">219</a>; linenote: changed line reference from "62, 63" to "61, 62"</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_226">226</a>; line 34: changed "countrayc" to "countraye" (Sir John of the north countraye)</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_245">245</a>; line 48: added closing quotation mark (And there shalt thou hang on hye.")</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_294">294</a>; line 16: added closing quotation mark (And candles burning bright.")</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_303">303</a>; lines 53, 54: added missing quotation marks ("What ails the king at me," he said, +"What ails the king at me?")</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_303">303</a>; line 57: added opening quotation mark ("Liars will lie on sell gude men,)</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_317">317</a>: changed "Wier" to "Weir" (Weir was brought up, at midnight, from the cellar)</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_336">336</a>; line 32: changed closing single quote to double quote (I will bate you for stayin' so long.")</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_345">345</a>; line 71: changed "taavelled" to "travelled" (He scarcely travelled frae the town)</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_359">359</a>; line 52: removed opening single quote (My good lord's broken bands.')</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_397">397</a>; line 60: changed closing single quote to double (This day has robbed me;")</p> +</div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of English and Scottish Ballads (volume 3 +of 8), by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ENGLISH, SCOTTISH BALLADS, (3 OF 8) *** + +***** This file should be named 38037-h.htm or 38037-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/3/8/0/3/38037/ + +Produced by Simon Gardner, Dianna Adair, Louise Davies and +the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by the Digital & Multimedia +Center, Michigan State University Libraries.) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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