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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 IV + +Author: Various + +Editor: Francis James Child + +Release Date: December 26, 2011 [EBook #38416] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ENGLISH, SCOTTISH BALLADS, VOL IV *** + + + + +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>Linenotes have been grouped at the end of each ballad or ballad section. Linenote +anchors have been added to the text which provide a link to the appropriate note.</p> + +<p>Irregular and inconsistent spellings have been retained as in the +original. Typographical errors such as wrongly placed line numbers, +punctuation or inconsistent formatting have been corrected without +comment. Where changes have been made to the wording these are +listed at the<a href="#Transcribers_Notes"> end of the book</a>.</p> +</div> + + + +<h1> ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH<br /> + BALLADS.</h1> + +<p class="center"> EDITED BY<br /> + FRANCIS JAMES CHILD.</p> + +<p class="center"> VOLUME IV.</p> + +<p class="center"> BOSTON:<br /> + LITTLE, BROWN AND COMPANY.<br /> + M.DCCC.LX. +</p> + +<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> + +<p class="center"> RIVERSIDE, CAMBRIDGE:<br /> + STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY<br /> + H. O. HOUGHTON AND COMPANY. +</p> + + + +<h3>BOOK IV.</h3> + +<p class="center">CONTINUED.</p> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page iii --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CONTENTS_OF_VOLUME_FOURTH" id="CONTENTS_OF_VOLUME_FOURTH"></a>CONTENTS OF VOLUME FOURTH.</h2> + +<h4>BOOK IV. (continued.)</h4> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of Contents - Main"> +<tr><td align="right" colspan="3">Page</td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"> 9 a.</td><td align="left">Young Beichan and Susie Pye</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"> 9 b.</td><td align="left">Young Bekie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">10 a.</td><td align="left">Hynd Horn, [Motherwell]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">10 b.</td><td align="left">Hynd Horn, [Buchan]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">11 a.</td><td align="left">Katharine Janfarie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">11 b.</td><td align="left">Catherine Johnstone</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">12.</td><td align="left">Bonny Baby Livingston</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">13.</td><td align="left">The Broom of Cowdenknows</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">14.</td><td align="left">Johnie Scot</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">15.</td><td align="left">Brown Adam</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">16 a.</td><td align="left">Lizie Lindsay, [Jamieson]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">16 b.</td><td align="left">Lizzie Lindsay, [Whitelaw]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">17.</td><td align="left">Lizae Baillie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">18.</td><td align="left">Glasgow Peggy</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">19.</td><td align="left">Glenlogie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">20.</td><td align="left">John O'Hazelgreen</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">21.</td><td align="left">The Fause Lover</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">22.</td><td align="left">The Gardener</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">23.</td><td align="left">The Duke of Athol</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">24.</td><td align="left">The Rantin' Laddie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">25.</td><td align="left">The Duke of Gordon's Daughter</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">26.</td><td align="left">The Laird o'Logie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">27.</td><td align="left">The Gypsie Laddie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">28.</td><td align="left">Laird of Drum</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">29 a.</td><td align="left">Lady Anne Bothwell's Lament, [Ramsay]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_123">123</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">29 b.</td><td align="left">Lady Anne Bothwell's Lament, [Percy]</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_129">129</a><!-- Page iv --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">30 a.</td><td align="left">Waly, waly, but Love be bonny</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">30 b.</td><td align="left">Lord Jamie Douglas</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">31.</td><td align="left">The Nutbrowne Maide</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_143">143</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">32.</td><td align="left">The Bailiff's Daughter of Islington</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_158">158</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">33.</td><td align="left">The Blind Beggar's Daughter of Bednall Green</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">34.</td><td align="left">The Famous Flower of Serving Men</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_174">174</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">35.</td><td align="left">The Fair Flower of Northumberland</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">36.</td><td align="left">Gentle Herdsman, Tell to me</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_187">187</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">37.</td><td align="left">As I came from Walsingham</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_191">191</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">38.</td><td align="left">King Cophetua and the Beggar Maid</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_195">195</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">39.</td><td align="left">The Spanish Lady's Love</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_201">201</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">40.</td><td align="left">Patient Grissel</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_207">207</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">41.</td><td align="left">The King of France's Daughter</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_216">216</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">42.</td><td align="left">Constance of Cleveland</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_225">225</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">43.</td><td align="left">Willow, Willow, Willow</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">44.</td><td align="left">Greensleeves</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_240">240</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">45.</td><td align="left">Robene and Makyne</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_245">245</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h4>APPENDIX.</h4> + + + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of Contents - Appendix"> +<tr><td align="left">Lord Beichan and Susie Pye</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_253">253</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Sweet William</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_261">261</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Young Child Dyring</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_265">265</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Barbara Livingston</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_270">270</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Lang Johnny Moir</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_272">272</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Lizie Baillie</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_280">280</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Johnnie Faa and the Countess o'Cassilis</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_283">283</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Jamie Douglas</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_287">287</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Laird of Blackwood</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_290">290</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The Provost's Dochter</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_292">292</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Blancheflour and Jellyflorice</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_295">295</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Chil Ether</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_299">299</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Young Bearwell</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_302">302</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Lord Thomas of Winesberry and the King's Daughter</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_305">305</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Lady Elspat</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_308">308</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The Lovers Quarrel</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_311">311</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The Merchant's Daughter of Bristow</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_328">328</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Glossary</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_339">339</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> +<h3><a name="YOUNG_BEICHAN_AND_SUSIE_PYE" id="YOUNG_BEICHAN_AND_SUSIE_PYE"></a>YOUNG BEICHAN AND SUSIE PYE.</h3> + + +<p>An inspection of the first hundred lines of Robert +of Gloucester's <i>Life and Martyrdom of Thomas Beket</i>, +(edited for the Percy Society by W. H. Black, vol. +xix,) will leave no doubt that the hero of this ancient +and beautiful tale is veritably Gilbert Becket, father of +the renowned Saint Thomas of Canterbury. Robert +of Gloucester's story coincides in all essential particulars +with the traditionary legend, but Susie Pye +is, unfortunately, spoken of in the chronicle by no +other name than the daughter of the Saracen Prince +Admiraud.</p> + +<p>We have thought it well to present the three best +versions of so popular and interesting a ballad. The +two which are given in the body of this work are +Jamieson's, from <i>Popular Ballads</i>, ii. 117, and ii. 127. +<a href="#LORD_BEICHAN_AND_SUSIE_PYE_See_p_1">In the Appendix is Kinloch's</a>, from <i>Ancient Scottish +Ballads</i>, p. 260. Other printed copies are <i>Lord +Beichan</i>, in Richardson's <i>Borderer's Table Book</i>, vii. +20, communicated by J. H. Dixon, who has inserted +the same in <i>Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs</i>, Percy +Society, vol. xvii. p. 85; <i>Lord Bateman</i>, the common<!-- Page 2 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span> +English broadside (at p. 95 of the collection just +cited); and <i>Young Bondwell</i>, published from Buchan's +MS. in <i>Scottish Traditionary Versions of Ancient +Ballads</i>, p. 1, (Percy Soc. vol. xvii.) identical, we suppose, +with the copy referred to by Motherwell in +<i>Scarce Ancient Ballads</i>, Peterhead, 1819. There is a +well-known burlesque of the ordinary English ballad, +called <i>The Loving Ballad of Lord Bateman</i>, with +comical illustrations by Cruikshank. On this was +founded a burlesque drama, produced some years ago +at the Strand Theatre, London, with great applause.</p> + +<p>"This ballad, and that which succeeds it in this collection, +(both on the same subject,) are given from +copies taken from Mrs. Brown's recitation, collated +with two other copies procured from Scotland, one in +MS., another very good one printed for the stalls; a +third, in the possession of the late Reverend Jonathan +Boucher of Epsom, taken from recitation in the North +of England; and a fourth, about one third as long as +the others, which the Editor picked off an old wall in +Piccadilly."</p> + +<p>Jamieson's interpolations have been omitted.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In London was young Beichan born,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He longed strange countries for to see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he was taen by a savage moor,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who handled him right cruellie;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For he viewed the fashions of that land;<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their way of worship viewed he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to Mahound, or Termagant,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Would Beichan never bend a knee.<!-- Page 3 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So in every shoulder they've putten a bore;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In every bore they've putten a tree;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they have made him trail the wine<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And spices on his fair bodie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They've casten him in a dungeon deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Where he could neither hear nor see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For seven years they kept him there,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till he for hunger's like to die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This Moor he had but ae daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her name was called Susie Pye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every day as she took the air,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Near Beichan's prison she passed by.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O so it fell, upon a day<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She heard young Beichan sadly sing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My hounds they all go masterless;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My hawks they flee from tree to tree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My younger brother will heir my land;<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fair England again I'll never see!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All night long no rest she got,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Young Beichan's song for thinking on;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's stown the keys from her father's head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to the prison strong is gone.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And she has open'd the prison doors,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wot she open'd two or three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere she could come young Beichan at,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He was locked up so curiouslie.<!-- 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">But when she came young Beichan before,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sore wonder'd he that may to see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He took her for some fair captive;—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Fair Lady, I pray, of what countrie?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O have ye any lands," she said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Or castles in your own countrie,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">That ye could give to a lady fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From prison strong to set you free?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Near London town I have a hall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With other castles two or three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll give them all to the lady fair<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That out of prison will set me free."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Give me the truth of your right hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The truth of it give unto me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That for seven years ye'll no lady wed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unless it be along with me."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll give thee the truth of my right hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The truth of it I'll freely gie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That for seven years I'll stay unwed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For the kindness thou dost show to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And she has brib'd the proud warder<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' mickle gold and white monie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's gotten the keys of the prison strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she has set young Beichan free.<!-- Page 5 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's gi'en him to eat the good spice-cake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She's gi'en him to drink the blood-red wine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's bidden him sometimes think on her,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sae kindly freed him out of pine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's broken a ring from her finger,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to Beichan half of it gave she:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Keep it, to mind you of that love<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The lady bore that set you free.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And set your foot on good ship-board,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And haste ye back to your own countrie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And before that seven years have an end,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come back again, love, and marry me."<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But long ere seven years had an end,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She long'd full sore her love to see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For ever a voice within her breast<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said, "Beichan has broke his vow to thee."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So she's set her foot on good ship-board,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And turn'd her back on her own countrie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She sailed east, she sailed west,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till to fair England's shore she came;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where a bonny shepherd she espied,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Feeding his sheep upon the plain.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What news, what news, thou bonny shepherd?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What news hast thou to tell to me?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Such news I hear, ladie," he says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"The like was never in this countrie.<!-- Page 6 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There is a wedding in yonder hall,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Has lasted these thirty days and three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Young Beichan will not bed with his bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For love of one that's yond the sea."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's put her hand in her pocket,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gi'en him the gold and white monie;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Hae, take ye that, my bonny boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For the good news thou tell'st to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When she came to young Beichan's gate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She tirled softly at the pin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So ready was the proud porter<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To open and let this lady in.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Is this young Beichan's hall," she said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Or is that noble lord within?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Yea, he's in the hall among them all,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And this is the day o' his weddin."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And has he wed anither love?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And has he clean forgotten me?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, sighin', said that gay ladie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I wish I were in my own conntrie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And she has taen her gay gold ring,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That with her love she brake so free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Gie him that, ye proud porter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bid the bridegroom speak to me."<!-- Page 7 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<a name="LNanchor_9a_109" id="LNanchor_9a_109"></a><a href="#Linenote_9a_109" class="lnanchor" title="link to note"> +<span class="i0">When the porter came his lord before,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He kneeled down low on his knee——<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"What aileth thee, my proud porter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou art so full of courtesie?"<br /></span> +</a> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I've been porter at your gates,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It's thirty long years now and three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But there stands a lady at them now,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The like o' her did I never see;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For on every finger she has a ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And on her mid finger she has three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as meickle gold aboon her brow<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As would buy an earldom to me."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Its out then spak the bride's mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Aye and an angry woman was shee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye might have excepted our bonny bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And twa or three of our companie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O hold your tongue, thou bride's mother;<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of all your folly let me be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's ten times fairer nor the bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all that's in your companie.<!-- Page 8 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"She begs one sheave of your white bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But and a cup of your red wine;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to remember the lady's love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That last reliev'd you out of pine."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O well-a-day!" said Beichan then,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That I so soon have married thee!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For it can be none but Susie Pye,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sailed the sea for love of me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And quickly hied he down the stair;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of fifteen steps he made but three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's ta'en his bonny love in his arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And kist, and kist her tenderlie.<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O hae ye ta'en anither bride?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hae ye quite forgotten me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hae ye quite forgotten her,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That gave you life and libertie?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She looked o'er her left shoulder,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To hide the tears stood in her e'e:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Now fare thee well, young Beichan," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I'll try to think no more on thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O never, never, Susie Pye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For surely this can never be;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor ever shall I wed but her<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That's done and dree'd so much for me."<!-- Page 9 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out and spak the forenoon bride,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"My lord, your love it changeth soon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This morning I was made your bride,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And another chose ere it be noon."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O hold thy tongue, thou forenoon bride;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye're ne'er a whit the worse for me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whan ye return to your own countrie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A double dower I'll send with thee."<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's taen Susie Pye by the white hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gently led her up and down;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ay as he kist her red rosy lips,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Ye're welcome, jewel, to your own."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's taen her by the milk-white hand,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And led her to yon fountain stane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's changed her name from Susie Pye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he's call'd her his bonny love, Lady Jane.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_9a_109" id="Linenote_9a_109"></a><a href="#LNanchor_9a_109" title="link to line number">109-112</a>.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when he came Lord Jockey before,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He kneeled lowly on his knee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"What news, what news, thou Tommy Pots,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou art so full of courtesie?"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p> +<i>The Lovers' Quarrel</i>, v. 133-136.<br /> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 10 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="YOUNG_BEKIE" id="YOUNG_BEKIE"></a>YOUNG BEKIE.</h3> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Young Bekie was as brave a knight<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As ever sail'd the sea;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he's doen him to the <a name="LNanchor_9b_3" id="LNanchor_9b_3"></a><a href="#Linenote_9b_3" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">court o' France</a>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To serve for meat and fee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He hadna been in the court o' France<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A twelvemonth nor sae lang,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he fell in love wi' the king's daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And was thrown in prison strang.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The king he had but ae daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Burd Isbel was her name;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she has to the prison gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To hear the prisoner's mane.<!-- 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">"O gin a lady wad borrow me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At her stirrup I wad rin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or gin a widow wad borrow me,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wad swear to be her son.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Or gin a virgin wad borrow me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wad wed her wi' a ring;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd gi'e her ha's, I'd gi'e her bowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bonny towers o' Linne."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O barefoot barefoot gaed she but,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And barefoot cam she ben;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It wasna for want o' hose and shoon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor time to put them on;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But a' for fear that her father<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had heard her makin' din;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For she's stown the keys of the prison,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gane the dungeon within.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when she saw him, young Bekie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wow, but her heart was sair!<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the mice, but and the bald rattons,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had eaten his yellow hair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's gotten him a shaver for his beard,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A comber till his hair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Five hundred pound in his pocket,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To spend, and nae to spare.<!-- 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">She's gi'en him a steed was good in need,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a saddle o' royal bane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A leash o' hounds o' ae litter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Hector called ane.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Atween thir twa a vow was made,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Twas made full solemnlie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That or three years were come and gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weel married they should be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He hadna been in's ain countrie<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A twelvemonth till an end,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he's forced to marry a duke's daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or than lose a' his land.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ochon, alas!" says young Bekie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I kenna what to dee;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I canna win to Burd Isbel,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she canna come to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O it fell out upon a day<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Burd Isbel fell asleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And up it starts the Billy Blin,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And stood at her bed feet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O waken, waken, Burd Isbel;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How can ye sleep so soun';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When this is Bekie's wedding day,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 13 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span><span class="i2">And the marriage gaing on?<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye do ye till your mither's bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As fast as ye can gang;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ye tak three o' your mother's marys,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To haud ye unthocht lang.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye dress yoursel i' the red scarlet,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And your marys in dainty green;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ye put girdles about your middle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wad buy an earldome.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Syne ye gang down by yon sea-side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And down by yon sea-strand;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bonny will the Hollans boats<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come rowin' till your hand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye set your milk-white foot on board,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cry, 'Hail ye, Domine!'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I will be the steerer o't,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To row you o'er the sea."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's ta'en her till her mither's bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As fast as she could gang;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she's ta'en twa o' her mither's marys,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To haud her unthocht lang.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's drest hersel i' the red scarlet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her marys i' the dainty green;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they've put girdles about their middle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Would buy an earldome.<!-- 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">And they gaed down by yon sea-side,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And down by yon sea-strand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sae bonny as the Hollans boats<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come rowin' till their hand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She set her milk-white foot on board,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cried, "Hail ye, Domine!"<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the Billy Blin was the steerer o't,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To row her o'er the sea.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan she cam to young Bekie's gate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She heard the music play;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And her mind misgae by a' she heard,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That 'twas his wedding day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's pitten her hand in her pocket,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gi'en the porter markis three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Hae, take ye that, ye proud porter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bid your master speake to me."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O whan that he cam up the stair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He fell low down on his knee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He hail'd the king, and he hail'd the queen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he hail'd him, young Bekie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O I have been porter at your gates<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">This thirty years and three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But there are three ladies at them now,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their like I did never see.<!-- Page 15 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There's ane o' them drest in red scarlet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And twa in dainty green;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they hae girdles about their middles<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Would buy an earldome."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out and spak the bierdly bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Was a' goud to the chin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Gin she be fine without," she says,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"We's be as fine within."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up it starts him, young Bekie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the tear was in his e'e:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I'll lay my life it's Burd Isbel,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come o'er the sea to me."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O quickly ran he down the stair;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And whan he saw 'twas she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He kindly took her in his arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And kist her tenderlie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O hae ye forgotten now, young Bekie,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The vow ye made to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I took you out of prison strang,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When ye was condemned to die?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I gae you a steed was good in need,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a saddle o' royal bane;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A leash o' hounds o' ae litter;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Hector called ane."<!-- Page 16 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It was weel kent what the lady said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That it was nae a lie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For at the first word the lady spak,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The hound fell at her knee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Tak hame, tak hame your daughter dear;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A blessing gang her wi';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I maun marry my Burd Isbel,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That's come o'er the sea to me."<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Is this the custome o' your house,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or the fashion o' your land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To marry a maid in a May morning,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Send her back a maid at e'en?"<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_9b_3" id="Linenote_9b_3"></a><a href="#LNanchor_9b_3" title="link to line number">3</a>. <i>Court o' France.</i> "And first, here to omit the programe +of him and his mother, named Rose, whom Polyd. Virgilius +falsely nameth to be a Saracen, when indeed she came out +of the parts bordering neere to <i>Normandy</i>." Fox, <i>Acts and +Monuments</i>, cited by Motherwell, p. xvi.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 17 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="HYND_HORN_Motherwell" id="HYND_HORN_Motherwell"></a>HYND HORN.</h3> + + +<p>Those metrical romances, which in the chivalrous +ages, constituted the most refined pastime of a rude +nobility, are known in many cases to have been +adapted for the entertainment of humbler hearers, by +abridgment in the form of ballads. Such was the +case with the ancient <i>gest</i> of <i>King Horn</i>. Preserved +in several MSS., both French and English, in something +of its original proportions, an epitome of it has +also descended to us through the mouths of the people.</p> + +<p>An imperfect copy of the following piece was inserted +by Cromek in his <i>Select Scottish Songs</i>, (London, +1810, vol. ii. p. 204-210.) Better editions have +since been furnished by Kinloch, <i>Ancient Scottish +Ballads</i>, p. 138; <a href="#HYND_HORN_Motherwell">Motherwell</a>, <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 95; and +<a href="#HYND_HORN_Buchan">Buchan</a>, <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, ii. 268. Of +these, we reprint the last two.</p> + +<p>All the poems relating to Horn, in French and +English, including the Scottish ballads above mentioned, +are collected by Michel in a beautiful volume +of the Bannatyne Club, <i>Horn et Rimenhild</i>, Paris, +1845.<!-- Page 18 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">From Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 35.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Near Edinburgh was a young child born,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his name it was called Young Hynd Horn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Seven lang years he served the King,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And it's a' for the sake of his dochter Jean,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The King an angry man was he,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He sent young Hynd Horn to the sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O I never saw my love before,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till I saw her thro' an augre bore,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And she gave to me a gay gold ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With three shining diamonds set therein,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 19 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span><span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And I gave to her a silver wand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With three singing laverocks set thereon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What if those diamonds lose their hue,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Just when my love begins for to rew,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For when your ring turns pale and wan,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then I'm in love with another man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's left the land, and he's gone to the sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he's stayed there seven years and a day,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Seven lang years he has been on the sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Hynd Horn has looked how his ring may be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when he looked this ring upon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The shining diamonds were both pale and wan,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<!-- 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">O the ring it was both black and blue,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she's either dead, or she's married,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's left the seas, and he's come to the land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the first he met was an auld beggar man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What news, what news, my silly auld man?<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For it's seven years since I have seen land,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What news, what news, thou auld beggar man?<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What news, what news, by sea or land?<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"No news at all," said the auld beggar man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But there is a wedding in the King's hall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There is a King's dochter in the West,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she has been married thir nine nights past,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<!-- 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">"Into the bride-bed she winna gang,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till she hears tell of her ain Hynd Horn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Wilt thou give to me thy begging coat?<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'll give to thee my scarlet cloak,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Wilt thou give to me thy begging staff?<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'll give to thee my good gray steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The auld beggar man cast off his coat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he's ta'en up the scarlet cloak,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The auld beggar man threw down his staff,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he has mounted the good gray steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The auld beggar man was bound for the mill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But young Hynd Horn for the King's hall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<!-- Page 22 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The auld beggar man was bound for to ride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But young Hynd Horn was bound for the bride,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he came to the King's gate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He asked a drink for young Hynd Horn's sake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">These news unto the bonnie bride came,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That at the yett there stands an auld man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There stands an auld man at the King's gate,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He asketh a drink for young Hynd Horn's sake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll go through nine fires so hot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I'll give him a drink for young Hynd Horn's sake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She went to the gate where the auld man did stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<!-- Page 23 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she gave him a drink out of her own hand,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She gave him a cup out of her own hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He drunk out the drink, and dropt in the ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Got thou it by sea, or got thou it by land?<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or got thou it off a dead man's hand?<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I got it not by sea, but I got it by land,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I got it out of thine own hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll cast off my gowns of brown,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'll follow thee from town to town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll cast off my gowns of red,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And along with thee I'll beg my bread,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thou need not cast off thy gowns of brown,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<!-- Page 24 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I can make thee lady of many a town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thou need not cast off thy gowns of red,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I can maintain thee with both wine and bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The bridegroom thought he had the bonnie bride wed,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>With a hey lillelu and a how lo lan</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But young Hynd Horn took the bride to the bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And the birk and the brume blooms bonnie</i>.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 25 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="HYND_HORN_Buchan" id="HYND_HORN_Buchan"></a>HYND HORN.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, ii. 268.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Hynd Horn fair, and Hynd Horn free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O where were you born, in what countrie?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"In gude greenwood, there I was born,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all my forbears me beforn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O seven years I served the king,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as for wages, I never gat nane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ae sight o' his ae daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that was thro' an augre bore.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My love gae me a siller wand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas to rule ower a' Scotland;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she gae me a gay gowd ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The virtue o't was above a' thing."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"As lang's this ring it keeps the hue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye'll know I am a lover true;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when the ring turns pale and wan,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye'll know I love another man."<!-- Page 26 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He hoist up sails, and awa' sail'd he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sail'd into a far countrie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when he look'd upon his ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He knew she loved another man.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He hoist up sails and home came he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Home unto his ain countrie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The first he met on his own land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It chanc'd to be a beggar man.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What news, what news, my gude auld man?<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">What news, what news, hae ye to me?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Nae news, nae news," said the auld man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The morn's our queen's wedding day."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Will ye lend me your begging weed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'll lend you my riding steed?"<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My begging weed will ill suit thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And your riding steed will ill suit me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But part be right, and part be wrang,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Frae the beggar man the cloak he wan;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Auld man, come tell to me your leed,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">What news ye gie when ye beg your bread."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"As ye walk up unto the hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your pike staff ye lend ye till;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But whan ye come near by the yett,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 27 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span><span class="i0">Straight to them ye will upstep.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Take nane frae Peter, nor frae Paul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nane frae high or low o' them all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And frae them all ye will take nane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until it comes frae the bride's ain hand."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He took nane frae Peter, nor frae Paul,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nane frae the high nor low o' them all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And frae them all he would take nane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until it came frae the bride's ain hand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The bride came tripping down the stair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The combs o' red gowd in her hair;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A cup o' red wine in her hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that she gae to the beggar man.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out o' the cup he drank the wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And into the cup he dropt the ring;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O got ye't by sea, or got ye't by land,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or got ye't on a drown'd man's hand?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I got it not by sea, nor got it by land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor got I it on a drown'd man's hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I got it at my wooing gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'll gie't you on your wedding day."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll take the red gowd frae my head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And follow you, and beg my bread;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll take the red gowd frae my hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And follow you for evermair."<!-- 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">Atween the kitchen and the ha',<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He loot his cloutie cloak down fa';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wi' red gowd shone ower them a',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And frae the bridegroom the bride he sta'.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 29 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="KATHARINE_JANFARIE" id="KATHARINE_JANFARIE"></a>KATHARINE JANFARIE.</h3> + + +<p>A story similar to this occurs in various forms both +in Scotland and the Scandinavian kingdoms. Scott +inserted the ballad in his first edition under the title +of <i>The Laird of Laminton</i>; the present copy is an +improved one obtained by him from several recitations. +(<i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, iii. 122.) Other +versions are <a href="#CATHERINE_JOHNSTONE">Motherwell's, printed with this</a>, Maidment's, +in his <i>North Countrie Garland</i>, p. 34, (<i>Catharine +Jaffery</i>), and Buchan's, in his <i>Gleanings</i>, p. 74, +(<i>Loch-in-var.</i>) <i>Sweet William</i>, in Motherwell's collection, +(<a href="#SWEET_WILLIAM_See_p_29">see Appendix</a>,) is still another variety.</p> + +<p>Jamieson has translated a Danish ballad which, +though not cognate with these, exhibits nearly the same +incidents, and we have inserted it <a href="#YOUNG_CHILD_DYRING_See_p_29">in the Appendix</a>.</p> + +<p>It need hardly be remarked that the spirited ballad +of <i>Lochinvar</i> in <i>Marmion</i> is founded on this ancient +legend.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There was a may, and a weel-far'd may,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lived high up in yon glen:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her name was Katharine Janfarie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was courted by mony men.<!-- Page 30 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Up then came Lord Lauderdale,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Up frae the Lawland Border;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he has come to court this may,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A' mounted in good order.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He told na her father, he told na her mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he told na ane o' her kin;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he whisper'd the bonnie lassie hersell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And has her favour won.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But out then cam Lord Lochinvar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out frae the English Border,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All for to court this bonny may,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weel mounted, and in order.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He told her father, he told her mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' the lave o' her kin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he told na the bonnie may hersell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till on her wedding e'en.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She sent to the Lord o' Lauderdale,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gin he wad come and see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he has sent word back again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weel answer'd she suld be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And he has sent a messenger,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Right quickly through the land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And raised mony an armed man<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To be at his command.<!-- 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">The bride looked out at a high window,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beheld baith dale and down,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she was aware of her first true love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With riders mony a one.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She scoffed him, and scorned him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon her wedding day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And said—it was the fairy court,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see him in array!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O come ye here to fight, young lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or come ye here to play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or come ye here to drink good wine<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon the wedding day?"<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I come na here to fight," he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I come na here to play;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll but lead a dance wi' the bonny bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mount, and go my way."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It is a glass of the blood-red wine<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was filled up them between,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye she drank to Lauderdale,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wha her true love had been.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's ta'en her by the milk-white hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And by the grass-green sleeve;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's mounted her hie behind himsell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At her kinsmen speir'd na leave.<!-- 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">"Now take your bride, Lord Lochinvar,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now take her, if you may!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But if you take your bride again,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">We'll call it but foul play."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There were four-and-twenty bonnie boys,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A' clad in the Johnstone grey;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They said they would take the bride again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By the strong hand, if they may.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Some o' them were right willing men,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But they were na willing a';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And four-and-twenty Leader lads<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bid them mount and ride awa'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then whingers flew frae gentles' sides,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And swords flew frae the shea's,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And red and rosy was the blood<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ran down the lily braes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The blood ran down by Caddon bank,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And down by Caddon brae;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, sighing, said the bonnie bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O wae's me for foul play!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My blessing on your heart, sweet thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wae to your wilfu' will!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's mony a gallant gentleman<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whae's bluid ye have garr'd to spill.<!-- 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">Now a' you lords of fair England,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And that dwell by the English Border,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come never here to seek a wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For fear of sic disorder.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They'll haik ye up, and settle ye bye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till on your wedding day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then gie ye frogs instead of fish,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And play ye foul foul play.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 34 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="CATHERINE_JOHNSTONE" id="CATHERINE_JOHNSTONE"></a>CATHERINE JOHNSTONE.</h3> + + +<p>Obtained from recitation, in the West of Scotland. +Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 225.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There was a lass, as I heard say,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Liv'd low doun in a glen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her name was Catherine Johnstone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weel known to many men.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Doun came the laird o' Lamington,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Doun from the South Countrie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he is for this bonnie lass,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her bridegroom for to be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's ask'd her father and mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The chief of a' her kin;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then he ask'd the bonnie lass,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And did her favour win.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Doun came an English gentleman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Doun from the English border;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He is for this bonnie lass,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To keep his house in order.<!-- 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">He ask'd her father and mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As I do hear them say;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he never ask'd the lass hersell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till on her wedding day.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But she has wrote a long letter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sealed it with her hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sent it to Lord Lamington,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To let him understand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The first line o' the letter he read,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He was baith glad and fain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But or he read the letter o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He was baith pale and wan.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he has sent a messenger,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And out through all his land;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And four-and-twenty armed men<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was all at his command.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But he has left his merry men all,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Left them on the lee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he's awa to the wedding house,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see what he could see.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when he came to the wedding house,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As I do understand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There were four-and-twenty belted knights<br /></span> +<!-- Page 36 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span><span class="i2">Sat at a table round.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They rose all to honour him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For he was of high renown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They rose all for to welcome him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bade him to sit down.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O meikle was the good red wine<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In silver cups did flow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But aye she drank to Lamington,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For with him would she go.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O meikle was the good red wine<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In silver cups gaed round;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length they began to whisper words,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">None could them understand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O came ye here for sport, young man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or came ye here for play?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or came ye for our bonnie bride,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">On this her wedding day?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I came not here for sport," he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Neither did I for play;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But for one word o' your bonnie bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll mount and go away."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They set her maids behind her,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To hear what they would say;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the first question he ask'd at her<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was always answered nay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The next question he ask'd at her<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was, "Mount and come away?"<!-- 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">It's up the Couden bank,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And doun the Couden brae;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye she made the trumpet sound,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It's a weel won play.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O meikle was the blood was shed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon the Couden brae;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye she made the trumpet sound,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It's a' fair play.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Come, a' ye English gentlemen,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That is of England born,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come na doun to Scotland,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For fear ye get the scorn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They'll feed ye up wi' flattering words,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And that's foul play;<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they'll dress you frogs instead of fish,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Just on your wedding day.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 38 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="BONNY_BABY_LIVINGSTON" id="BONNY_BABY_LIVINGSTON"></a>BONNY BABY LIVINGSTON.</h3> + +<p>Jamieson's <i>Popular Ballads</i>, ii. 135, from Mrs. +Brown's recitation. <i>Barbara Livingston</i>, a shorter +piece, with a different catastrophe, is given <a href="#BARBARA_LIVINGSTON_See_p_38">in the +Appendix</a>, from Motherwell's collection.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O bonny Baby Livingstone<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gaed out to view the hay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by it cam him Glenlyon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Staw bonny Baby away.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And first he's taen her silken coat,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And neist her satten gown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Syne row'd her in his tartan plaid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And happ'd her round and roun'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's mounted her upon a steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And roundly rade away;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ne'er loot her look back again<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The lee-lang simmer day.<!-- Page 39 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's carried her o'er yon hich hich hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Intill a Highland glen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there he met his brother John<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' twenty armed men.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And there were cows, and there were ewes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And there were kids sae fair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But sad and wae was bonny Baby,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her heart was fu' o' care.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's taen her in his arms twa,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And kist her cheek and chin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I wad gi'e a' my flocks and herds,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ae smile frae thee to win."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A smile frae me ye'se never win;<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll ne'er look kind on thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye've stown me awa frae a' my kin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Frae a' that's dear to me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Dundee, kind sir, Dundee, kind sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tak me to bonny Dundee;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For ye sall ne'er my favour win<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till it ance mair I see."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Dundee, Baby! Dundee, Baby!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dundee ye ne'er shall see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I will carry you to Glenlyon,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where you my bride shall be.<!-- Page 40 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Or will ye stay at Achingour,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And eat sweet milk and cheese;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or gang wi' me to Glenlyon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And there we'll live at our ease?"<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I winna stay at Achingour;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I care neither for milk nor cheese;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor gang wi' thee to Glenlyon;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For there I'll ne'er find ease."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out it spak his brother John;<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"If I were in your place,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd send that lady hame again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a' her bonny face.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Commend me to the lass that's kind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though nae sae gently born;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, gin her heart I coudna win,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To take her hand I'd scorn."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O haud your tongue, my brother John;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye wisna what ye say;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I hae lued that bonny face<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">This mony a year and day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I've lued her lang, and lued her weel,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But her love I ne'er could win;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And what I canna fairly gain,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 41 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span><span class="i2">To steal I think nae sin."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan they cam to Glenlyon castle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They lighted at the yett;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And out they cam, his three sisters,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their brother for to greet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And they have taen her, bonny Baby,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And led her o'er the green;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ilka lady spak a word,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But bonny Baby spake nane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out it spak her, bonny Jane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The youngest o' the three:<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O lady, why look ye sae sad?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come tell your grief to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O wharefore should I tell my grief,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since lax I canna find?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm far frae a' my kin and friends,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And my love I left behind.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But had I paper, pen, and ink,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Afore that it were day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I yet might get a letter wrate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sent to Johnie Hay.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And gin I had a bonny boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To help me in my need,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he might rin to bonny Dundee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And come again wi' speed!"<!-- 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">And they hae gotten a bonny boy<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their errand for to gang;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bade him run to Bonny Dundee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And nae to tarry lang.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The boy he ran o'er muir and dale,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As fast as he could flee;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And e'er the sun was twa hours hight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The boy was at Dundee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan Johnie lookit the letter on,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A hearty laugh leuch he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ere he read it till an end,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tear blinded his e'e.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O wha is this, or wha is that,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Has stown my love frae me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Although he were my ae brither,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An ill dead sall he die.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae, saddle to me the black," he says;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Gae, saddle to me the brown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gae, saddle to me the swiftest steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ever rade frae the town."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's call'd upon his merry men a',<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To follow him to the glen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he's vow'd he'd neither eat nor sleep<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till he got his love again.<!-- 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">He's mounted him on a milk-white steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fast he rade away;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he's come to Glenlyon's yett,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">About the close o' day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As Baby at her window stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the west-wind saft did blaw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She heard her Johnie's well-kent voice<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Aneath the castle wa'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O Baby, haste, the window loup;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll kep you in my arm;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My merry men a' are at the yett<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To rescue you frae harm."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She to the window fix'd her sheets,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And slipped safely down;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Johnie catched her in his arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ne'er loot her touch the groun'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Glenlyon and his brother John<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were birling in the ha',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When they heard Johnie's bridle ring<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As fast he rade awa'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Rise, Jock; gang out and meet the priest;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I hear his bridle ring;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My Baby now shall be my wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before the laverock sing."<!-- 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 brother, this is nae the priest;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I fear he'll come o'er late;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For armed men wi' shining brands<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Stand at the castle yett."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Haste, Donald, Duncan, Dugald, Hugh,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Haste, tak your sword and spear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We'll gar these traytors rue the hour<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That e'er they ventured here."<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Highlandmen drew their claymores,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gae a warlike shout;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Johnie's merry men kept the yett,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nae ane durst venture out.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The lovers rade the lee-lang night,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And safe got on their way;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Bonny Baby Livingstone<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Has gotten Johny Hay.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Awa, Glenlyon! fy for shame!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gae hide you in some den;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">You've latten your bride be stown frae you,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a' your armed men."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 45 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_BROOM_OF_COWDENKNOWS" id="THE_BROOM_OF_COWDENKNOWS"></a>THE BROOM OF COWDENKNOWS.</h3> + +<p><i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, iii. 37. For other +versions, see <i>Bonny May</i>, Herd's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, i. 159, +and Johnson's <i>Museum</i>, p. 113; <i>Broom o' the Cowdenknowes</i>, +Buchan, i. 172; <i>Laird of Ochiltree</i>, Kinloch, +160; <i>Laird of Lochnie</i>, Kinloch, 167.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O the broom, and the bonny bonny broom,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the broom of the Cowdenknows!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye sae sweet as the lassie sang,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I' the bought, milking the ewes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The hills were high on ilka side,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' the bought i' the lirk o' the hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye, as she sang, her voice it rang,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out o'er the head o' yon hill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There was a troup o' gentlemen<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Came riding merrilie by,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And one of them has rode out o' the way,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the bought to the bonny may.<!-- 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">"Weel may ye save an' see, bonny lass,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' weel may ye save an' see."—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"An' sae wi' you, ye weel-bred knight,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And what's your will wi' me?"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The night is misty and mirk, fair may,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I have ridden astray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And will you be so kind, fair may,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As come out and point my way?"—<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ride out, ride out, ye ramp rider!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your steed's baith stout and strang;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For out of the bought I dare na come,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For fear 'at ye do me wrang."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O winna ye pity me, bonny lass,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">O winna ye pity me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An' winna ye pity my poor steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Stands trembling at yon tree?"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I wadna pity your poor steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though it were tied to a thorn;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For if ye wad gain my love the night,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye wad slight me ere the morn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For I ken you by your weel-busket hat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And your merrie twinkling ee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That ye're the Laird o' the Oakland hills,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' ye may weel seem for to be."<!-- Page 47 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span>—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But I am not the Laird o' the Oakland hills,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye're far mista'en o' me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I'm ane o' the men about his house,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' right aft in his companie."—<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's ta'en her by the middle jimp,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And by the grass-green sleeve;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's lifted her over the fauld-dyke,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And speer'd at her sma' leave.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O he's ta'en out a purse o' gowd,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And streek'd her yellow hair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Now, take ye that, my bonny may,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of me till you hear mair."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O he's leapt on his berry-brown steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' soon he's o'erta'en his men;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ane and a' cried out to him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O master, ye've tarry'd lang!"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O I hae been east, and I hae been west,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' I hae been far o'er the knowes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the bonniest lass that ever I saw<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is i' the bought, milking the ewes."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She set the cog upon her head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' she's gane singing hame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O where hae ye been, my ae daughter?<br /></span> +<!-- Page 48 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span><span class="i2">Ye hae na been your lane."—<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O naebody was wi' me, father,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O naebody has been wi' me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The night is misty and mirk, father,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yee may gang to the door and see.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But wae be to your ewe-herd, father,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And an ill deed may he die;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He bug the bought at the back o' the knowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a tod has frighted me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There came a tod to the bought door,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The like I never saw;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ere he had ta'en the lamb he did,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I had lourd he had ta'en them a'."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O whan fifteen weeks was come and gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fifteen weeks and three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That lassie began to look thin and pale,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' to long for his merry-twinkling ee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It fell on a day, on a het simmer day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was ca'ing out her father's kye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bye came a troop o' gentlemen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A' merrilie riding bye.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Weel may ye save an' see, bonny may,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weel may ye save and see!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weel I wat, ye be a very bonny may,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But whae's aught that babe ye are wi'?"<!-- 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">Never a word could that lassie say,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For never a ane could she blame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An' never a word could the lassie say,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But "I have a gudeman at hame."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye lied, ye lied, my very bonny may,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae loud as I hear you lie;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For dinna ye mind that misty night<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I was i' the bought wi' thee?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I ken you by your middle sae jimp,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' your merry-twinkling ee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That ye're the bonny lass i' the Cowdenknow,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' ye may weel seem for to be."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he's leapt off his berry-brown steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' he's set that fair may on—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ca' out your kye, gude father, yoursell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For she's never ca' them out again.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I am the Laird of the Oakland hills,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I hae thirty plows and three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An' I hae gotten the bonniest lass<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That's in a' the south countrie."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 50 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="JOHNIE_SCOT" id="JOHNIE_SCOT"></a>JOHNIE SCOT.</h3> + +<p>The edition of this ballad here printed was prepared +by Motherwell from three copies obtained from +recitation, (<i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 204.) Other versions have +been published in Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, +p. 78, Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, i. +248, and his <i>Gleanings</i>, p. 122. The proper names +which occur in the course of the piece vary considerably +in the different copies. In two of Motherwell's, +the hero's designation was Johnie Scot, in a third, +Johnie M'Nauchton. In one of Buchan's he is styled +Love John, in the other, Lang Johnny Moir. In +Kinloch's copy, "Buneftan is his name," and he is +also called "Jack that little Scot," which seems to +have been the title of the ballad in an unpublished +collection quoted by Ritson in his <i>Dissertation on +Scottish Song</i>, p. lxxxi. In like manner, for the King +of Aulsberry, (v. 111,) we have the various readings, +Duke of Marlborough, Duke of Mulberry, Duke of +York, and Duke of Winesberrie, and in the following +verse, James the Scottish King, for the King of +Spain.<!-- Page 51 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p> + +<p>The following passage, illustrative of the feat of +arms accomplished by Johnie Scot, was pointed out +to Motherwell by Mr. Sharpe:—James Macgill, of Lindores, +having killed Sir Robert Balfour, of Denmiln, +in a duel, "immediately went up to London in order +to procure his pardon, which, it seems, the King +(Charles the Second) offered to grant him, upon condition +of his fighting an Italian gladiator, or bravo, or, +as he was called, a bully, which, it is said, none could +be found to do. Accordingly, a large stage was +erected for the exhibition before the King and court. +Sir James, it is said, stood on the defensive till the +bully had spent himself a little; being a taller man +than Sir James, in his mighty gasconading and bravadoing, +he actually leapt over the knight as if he would +swallow him alive; but, in attempting to do this a +second time, Sir James ran his sword up through him, +and then called out, 'I have spitted him, let them +roast him who will.' This not only procured his +pardon, but he was also knighted on the spot."—Small's +<i>Account of Roman Antiquities recently discovered +in Fife</i>, p. 217.</p> + +<p>From Buchan's <i>Lang Johnny Moir</i>, <a href="#LANG_JOHNNY_MOIR_See_p_50">printed in the +Appendix</a>, it will be seen that the title of Little Scot +is not to be taken literally, but that the doughty +champion was a man of huge stature.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O Johnie Scot 's to the hunting gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unto the woods sae wild;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Earl Percy's ae daughter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To him goes big wi' child.<!-- Page 52 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O word is to the kitchen gane,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And word is to the ha',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And word is to the highest towers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Among the nobles a'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If she be wi' child," her father said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"As woe forbid it be!<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll put her into a prison strang,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And try the veritie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But if she be wi' child," her mother said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"As woe forbid it be!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll put her intill a dungeon dark,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hunger her till she die."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O Johnie 's called his waiting man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His name was Germanie:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"It 's thou must to fair England gae,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bring me that gay ladie.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And here it is a silken sark,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her ain hand sewed the sleeve;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bid her come to the merry green wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Johnie her true love."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He rode till he came to Earl Percy's gate,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He tirled at the pin:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O wha is there?" said the proud porter;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"But I daurna let thee in."<!-- Page 53 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It's he rode up, and he rode down,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He rode the castle about,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until he spied a fair ladie<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At a window looking out.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Here is a silken sark," he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Thy ain hand sewed the sleeve;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ye must gae to the merry green woods,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Johnie Scot thy love."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The castle it is high, my boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And walled round about;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My feet are in the fetters strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And how can I get out?<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My garters are o' the gude black iron,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And O but they be cold;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My breast-plate's o' the sturdy steel,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Instead of beaten gold.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But had I paper, pen, and ink,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' candle at my command,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's I would write a lang letter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To John in fair Scotland."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then she has written a braid letter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sealed it wi' her hand,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sent it to the merry green wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' her own boy at command.<!-- 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">The first line of the letter Johnie read,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A loud, loud lauch leuch he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he had not read ae line but twa,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till the saut tears did blind his ee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O I must up to England go,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whatever me betide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For to relieve mine own fair ladie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That lay last by my side."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up and spak Johnie's auld mither,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A weel spoke woman was she:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If you do go to England, Johnie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I may take fareweel o' thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And out and spak his father then,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he spak well in time:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If thou unto fair England go,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I fear ye'll ne'er come hame."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But out and spak his uncle then,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he spak bitterlie:<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Five hundred of my good life-guards<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall bear him companie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When they were all on saddle set,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They were comely to behold;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The hair that hung owre Johnie's neck shined<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like the links o' yellow gold.<!-- 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">When they were all marching away,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Most pleasant for to see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There was not so much as a married man<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Johnie's companie.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Johnie Scot himsell was the foremost man<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the company that did ride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His uncle was the second man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' his rapier by his side.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The first gude town that Johnie came to,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He made the bells be rung;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when he rode the town all owre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He made the psalms be sung.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The next gude town that Johnie came to,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He made the drums beat round;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the third gude town that he came to,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He made the trumpets sound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till King Henry and all his merry men<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A-marvelled at the sound.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when they came to Earl Percy's yates,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">They rode them round about;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And who saw he but his own true love<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At a window looking out?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O the doors are bolted with iron and steel,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 56 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span><span class="i2">So are the windows about;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my feet they are in fetters strong;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And how can I get out?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My garters they are of the lead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And O but they be cold;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My breast-plate's of the hard, hard steel,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Instead of beaten gold."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when they came to Earl Percy's yett,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They tirled at the pin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">None was so ready as Earl Percy himsell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To open and let them in.<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Art thou the King of Aulsberry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or art thou the King of Spain?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or art thou one of our gay Scots lords,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">M'Nachton be thy name?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'm not the King of Aulsberry,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet the King of Spain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But am one of our gay Scots lords,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Johnie Scot I am called by name."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When Johnie came before the king,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He fell low down on his knee:<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If Johnie Scot be thy name," he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"As I trew weel it be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then the brawest lady in a' my court<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gaes big wi' child to thee."<!-- Page 57 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If she be with child," fair Johnie said,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"As I trew weel she be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll make it heir owre a' my land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And her my gay ladie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But if she be wi' child," her father said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"As I trew weel she be,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To-morrow again eight o'clock,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">High hanged thou shalt be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out and spoke Johnie's uncle then,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he spak bitterlie:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Before that we see fair Johnie hanged,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">We'll a' fight till we die."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But is there ever an <a name="LNanchor_14_137" id="LNanchor_14_137"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_137" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Italian</a> about your court,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That will fight duels three?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For before that I be hanged," Johnie said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"On the <a name="LNanchor_14_140" id="LNanchor_14_140"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_137" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Italian's</a> sword I'll die."<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Say on, say on," said then the king,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"It is weel spoken of thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For there is an <a name="LNanchor_14_143" id="LNanchor_14_143"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_137" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Italian</a> in my court<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall fight you three by three."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O some is to the good green wood,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And some is to the plain,<!-- Page 58 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The queen with all her ladies fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The king with his merry men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Either to see fair Johnie flee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or else to see him slain.<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They fought on, and Johnie fought on,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' swords o' temper'd steel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until the draps o' red, red blood<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ran trinkling down the field.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They fought on, and Johnie fought on,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">They fought right manfullie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till they left not alive, in a' the king's court,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A man only but three.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And they begoud at eight of the morn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And they fought on till three;<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the <a name="LNanchor_14_161" id="LNanchor_14_161"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_161" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Italian</a>, like a swallow swift,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Owre Johnie's head did flee:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But Johnie being a clever young boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He wheeled him round about;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on the point of Johnie's broad-sword,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The <a name="LNanchor_14_166" id="LNanchor_14_166"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_161" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Italian</a> he slew out.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A priest, a priest," fair Johnie cried,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"To wed my love and me;"<!-- Page 59 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A clerk, a clerk," her father cried,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"To sum her tocher free."<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll hae none of your gold," fair Johnie cried,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Nor none of your other gear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I will have my own fair bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For this day I've won her dear."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's ta'en his true love by the hand,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He led her up the plain:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Have you any more of your English dogs<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You want for to have slain?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He put a little horn to his mouth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He blew 't baith loud and shill;<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And honour is into Scotland gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In spite of England's skill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He put his little horn to his mouth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He blew it owre again;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye the sound the horn cryed<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was "Johnie and his men!"<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_14_137" id="Linenote_14_137"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_137" title="link to line number">137</a>, <a href="#LNanchor_14_140" title="link to line number">140</a>, <a href="#LNanchor_14_143" title="link to line number">143</a>, Taillant.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_14_161" id="Linenote_14_161"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_161" title="link to line number">161</a>, <a href="#LNanchor_14_166" title="link to line number">166</a> Taillant.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 60 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="BROWN_ADAM" id="BROWN_ADAM"></a>BROWN ADAM.</h3> + + +<p><i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, iii. 159.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"There is a copy of this ballad in Mrs. Brown's +collection. The editor has seen one, printed on a +single sheet. The epithet, "Smith," implies, probably, +the sirname, not the profession, of the hero, who seems +to have been an outlaw. There is, however, in Mrs. +Brown's copy, a verse of little merit, here omitted, +alluding to the implements of that occupation." +<span class="smcap">Scott.</span> +</p></div> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O wha wad wish the wind to blaw,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or the green leaves fa' therewith?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or wha wad wish a lealer love<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than Brown Adam the Smith?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But they hae banished him, Brown Adam,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Frae father and frae mother;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they hae banish'd him, Brown Adam,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Frae sister and frae brother.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And they hae banish'd him, Brown Adam,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The flower o' a' his kin;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he's bigged a bour in gude green-wood<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Atween his ladye and him.<!-- Page 61 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It fell upon a summer's day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Brown Adam he thought lang;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, for to hunt some venison,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To green-wood he wald gang.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He has ta'en his bow his arm o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His bolts and arrows lang;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he is to the gude green-wood<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As fast as he could gang.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O he's shot up, and he's shot down,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bird upon the brier;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he sent it hame to his ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bade her be of gude cheir.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O he's shot up, and he's shot down,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bird upon the thorn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sent it hame to his ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said he'd be hame the morn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he cam to his lady's bour door<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He stude a little forbye,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there he heard a fou fause knight<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tempting his gay ladye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For he's ta'en out a gay goud ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had cost him many a poun',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O grant me love for love, ladye,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And this sall be thy own."<!-- 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">"I lo'e Brown Adam weel," she said;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I trew sae does he me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wadna gie Brown Adam's love<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For nae fause knight I see."—<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out has he ta'en a purse o' gowd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was a' fou to the string,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O grant me love for love, ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' this sall be thine."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I lo'e Brown Adam weel," she says;<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I wot sae does he me:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wadna be your light leman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For mair than ye could gie."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out he drew his lang bright brand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And flash'd it in her een;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Now grant me love for love, ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or thro' ye this sall gang!"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, sighing, says that ladye fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Brown Adam tarries lang!"—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then in and starts him Brown Adam,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says—"I'm just at your hand."—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's gar'd him leave his bonny bow,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He's gar'd him leave his brand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's gar'd him leave a dearer pledge—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Four fingers o' his right hand.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 63 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="LIZIE_LINDSAY" id="LIZIE_LINDSAY"></a>LIZIE LINDSAY.</h3> + + +<p>Complete copies of this pretty ballad are given in +Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, ii. 102, and +in Whitelaw's <i>Book of Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 51. <a href="#LIZZIE_LINDSAY_Whitelaw">The +latter we have printed with the present version</a>, which, +though lacking a stanza or two, is better in some respects +than either of the others.—Robert Allan has +made a song out of this ballad, Smith's <i>Scottish Minstrel</i>, +ii. 100.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<p>"Transmitted to the Editor by Professor <span class="smcap">Scott</span> of +Aberdeen, as it was taken down from the recitation +of an old woman. It is very popular in the north-east +of Scotland, and was familiar to the editor in his +early youth; and from the imperfect recollection +which he still retains of it, he has corrected the text +in two or three unimportant passages." <span class="smcap">Jamieson's</span> +<i>Popular Ballads</i>, ii. 149.</p></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Will ye go to the Highlands, Lizie Lindsay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will ye go to the Highlands wi' me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will ye go to the Highlands, Lizie Lindsay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And dine on fresh cruds and green whey?"<!-- Page 64 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out spak Lizie's mother,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A good old lady was she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Gin ye say sic a word to my daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll gar ye be hanged high."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Keep weel your daughter frae me, madam;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Keep weel your daughter frae me;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I care as little for your daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As ye can care for me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out spak Lizie's ain maiden,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A bonny young lassie was she;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says,—"were I the heir to a kingdom,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Awa' wi' young Donald I'd be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O say you sae to me, Nelly?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And does my Nelly say sae?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Maun I leave my father and mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Awa' wi' young Donald to gae?"<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And Lizie's ta'en till her her stockings,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Lizie's ta'en till her her shoen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And kilted up her green claithing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And awa' wi' young Donald she's gane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The road it was lang and weary;<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The braes they were ill to climb;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bonny Lizie was weary wi' travelling,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a fit furder coudna win.<!-- Page 65 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And sair, O sair did she sigh,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the saut tear blin'd her e'e;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Gin this be the pleasures o' looing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They never will do wi' me!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now, haud your tongue, bonny Lizie;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye never shall rue for me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gi'e me but your love for my love,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">It is a' that your tocher will be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And haud your tongue, bonny Lizie;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Altho' that the gait seem lang,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And you's ha'e the wale o' good living<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whan to Kincawsen we gang.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There my father he is an auld cobler,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My mother she is an auld dey;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And we'll sleep on a bed o' green rashes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And dine on fresh cruds and green whey."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You're welcome hame, Sir Donald,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">You're welcome hame to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O ca' me nae mair Sir Donald;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There's a bonny young lady to come;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sae ca' me nae mair Sir Donald,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 66 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span><span class="i2">But ae spring Donald your son."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye're welcome hame, young Donald;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye're welcome hame to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye're welcome hame, young Donald,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And your bonny young lady wi' ye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's made them a bed of green rashes,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weel cover'd wi' hooding o' grey;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bonny Lizie was weary wi' travelling,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lay till 'twas lang o' the day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The sun looks in o'er the hill-head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the laverock is liltin' gay;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Get up, get up, bonny Lizie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You've lain till its lang o' the day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You might ha'e been out at the shealin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Instead o' sae lang to lye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And up and helping my mother<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To milk baith her gaits and kye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out spak Lizie Lindsay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tear blindit her eye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The ladies o' Edinburgh city<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They neither milk gaits nor kye."<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up spak young Sir Donald,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">* * * * * *<br /></span> +<span class="i0">* * * * * *<br /></span> +<span class="i1">* * * * * *<!-- Page 67 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For I am the laird o' Kincawsyn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And you are the lady free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And * * * * *<br /></span> +<span class="i2">* * * * * *<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 68 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="LIZZIE_LINDSAY_Whitelaw" id="LIZZIE_LINDSAY_Whitelaw"></a>LIZZIE LINDSAY.</h3> + +<p>"This version of <i>Lizzie Lindsay</i> is given from the +recitation of a lady in Glasgow, and is a faithful transcript +of the ballad as it used to be sung in the West +of Scotland." <span class="smcap">Whitelaw's</span> <i>Book of Scottish Ballads</i>, +p. 51.—A very good copy, from Mr. Kinloch's MS., is +printed in Aytoun's <i>Ballads of Scotland</i>, i. 269, (<i>Donald +of the Isles</i>.)</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There was a braw ball in Edinburgh<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mony braw ladies were there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But nae ane at a' the assembly<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Could wi' Lizzie Lindsay compare.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In cam' the young laird o' Kincassie,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' a bonnie young laddie was he—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Will ye lea' yere ain kintra, Lizzie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' gang to the Hielands wi' me?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She turned her roun' on her heel,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' a very loud laughter gaed she—<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I wad like to ken whar I was ganging,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And wha I was gaun to gang wi'."<!-- Page 69 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My name is young Donald M'Donald,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My name I will never deny;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My father he is an auld shepherd,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae weel as he can herd the kye!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My father he is an auld shepherd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My mother she is an auld dame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If ye'll gang to the Hielands, bonnie Lizzie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye's neither want curds nor cream."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If ye'll call at the Canongate port,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At the Canongate port call on me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll give you a bottle o' sherry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bear you companie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He ca'd at the Canongate port,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">At the Canongate port called he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She drank wi' him a bottle o' sherry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bore him guid companie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Will ye go to the Hielands, bonnie Lizzie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will ye go to the Hielands wi' me?<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">If ye'll go to the Hielands, bonnie Lizzie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye shall not want curds nor green whey."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In there cam' her auld mither,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A jolly auld lady was she—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I wad like to ken whar she was ganging,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And wha she was gaun to gang wi'."<!-- 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">"My name is young Donald M'Donald,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My name I will never deny,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My father he is an auld shepherd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae weel as he can herd the kye!<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O but I would give you ten guineas,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To have her one hour in a room,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To get her fair body a picture<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To keep me from thinking long."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O I value not your ten guineas,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As little as you value mine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But if that you covet my daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Take her with you, if you do incline."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Pack up my silks and my satins,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pack up my hose and my shoon,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And likewise my clothes in small bundles,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And away wi' young Donald I'll gang."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They pack'd up her silks and her satins,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They pack'd up her hose and her shoon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And likewise her clothes in small bundles,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And away with young Donald she's gane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When that they cam' to the Hielands,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The braes they were baith lang and stey;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bonnie Lizzie was wearied wi' ganging—<br /></span> +<!-- Page 71 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span><span class="i2">She had travell'd a lang summer day.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O are we near hame, Sir Donald,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O are we near hame, I pray?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"We're no near hame, bonnie Lizzie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet the half o' the way."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They cam' to a homely poor cottage,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">An auld man was standing by;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye're welcome hame, Sir Donald,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye've been sae lang away."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O call me no more Sir Donald,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But call me young Donald your son;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I have a bonnie young lady<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Behind me for to come in."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come in, come in, bonnie Lizzie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come in, come in," said he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Although that our cottage be little,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Perhaps the better we'll 'gree.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O make us a supper, dear mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And make it of curds an' green whey;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And make us a bed o' green rushes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And cover it o'er wi' green hay."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Rise up, rise up, bonnie Lizzie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Why lie ye so long in the day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye might ha'e been helping my mother<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To make the curds and green whey."<!-- 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 haud your tongue, Sir Donald,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">O haud your tongue I pray;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wish I had ne'er left my mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I can neither make curds nor whey."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Rise up, rise up, bonnie Lizzie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And put on your satins so fine;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For we maun to be at Kincassie<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before that the clock strikes nine."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when they came to Kincassie<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The porter was standing by;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye're welcome home, Sir Donald,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye've been so long away."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It's down then came his auld mither,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With all the keys in her hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saying, "Take you these, bonnie Lizzie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All under them's at your command."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 73 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="LIZAE_BAILLIE" id="LIZAE_BAILLIE"></a>LIZAE BAILLIE.</h3> + + +<p>From Herd's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, ii. 50. A longer version, +from Buchan's larger collection, is <a href="#LIZIE_BAILLIE_See_p_73">in the Appendix</a>. +Mr. Chambers, assuming that the foregoing +ballad of <i>Lizie Lindsay</i> was originally the same as +<i>Lizie Baillie</i>, has made out of various copies of both +one story in two parts: <i>The Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 158. +Smith has somewhat altered the language of this ballad: +<i>Scottish Minstrel</i>, iv. 90.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lizae Baillie's to Gartartan gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see her sister Jean;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there she's met wi' Duncan Græme,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he's convoy'd her hame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My bonny Lizae Baillie,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll row ye in my plaidie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ye maun gang alang wi' me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And be a Highland lady."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'm sure they wadna ca' me wise,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gin I wad gang wi' you, Sir;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I can neither card nor spin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet milk ewe or cow, Sir."<!-- 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">"My bonny Lizae Baillie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let nane o' these things daunt ye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye'll hae nae need to card or spin,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your mither weel can want ye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now she's cast aff her bonny shoen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Made o' the gilded leather,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she's put on her highland brogues,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To skip amang the heather:<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And she's cast aff her bonny gown,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Made o' the silk and sattin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she's put on a tartan plaid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To row amang the braken.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She wadna hae a Lawland laird,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor be an English lady;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But she wad gang wi' Duncan Græme,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And row her in his plaidie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She was nae ten miles frae the town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When she began to weary;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She aften looked back, and said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Farewell to Castlecarry.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The first place I saw my Duncan Græme,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was near yon holland bush;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My father took frae me my rings,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">My rings but and my purse.<!-- 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">"But I wadna gie my Duncan Græme<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a' my father's land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though it were ten times ten times mair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' at my command."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">* * * * * * * * *<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now wae be to you, loggerheads,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That dwell near Castlecarry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To let awa' sic a bonny lass,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A Highlandman to marry.<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 76 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="GLASGOW_PEGGY" id="GLASGOW_PEGGY"></a>GLASGOW PEGGY.</h3> + + +<p>From recitation, in Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, +p. 174. Other copies are printed in Buchan's +<i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, ii. 155, (<i>Donald of +the Isles</i>,) Sharpe's <i>Ballad Book</i>, p. 40, (and Chambers's +<i>Popular Rhymes</i>, p. 27,) Smith's <i>Scottish Minstrel</i>, +iv. 78.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Lawland lads think they are fine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But the hieland lads are brisk and gaucy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they are awa near Glasgow toun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To steal awa a bonnie lassie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I wad gie my gude brown steed,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sae wad I my gude grey naigie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I war fifty miles frae the toun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And nane wi' me but my bonnie Peggy."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But up then spak the auld gudman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And vow but he spak wondrous saucie;—<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye may steal awa our cows and ewes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But ye sanna get our bonnie lassie."<!-- Page 77 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I have got cows and ewes anew,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I've got gowd and gear already;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sae I dinna want your cows nor ewes,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But I will hae your bonnie Peggy."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll follow you oure moss and muir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll follow you oure mountains many,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll follow you through frost and snaw,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll stay na langer wi' my daddie."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He set her on a gude brown steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Himself upon a gude grey naigie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They're oure hills, and oure dales,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he's awa wi' his bonnie Peggy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As they rade out by Glasgow toun,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And doun by the hills o' Achildounie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There they met the Earl of Hume,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And his auld son, riding bonnie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out bespak the Earl of Hume,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And O but he spak wondrous sorry,—<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The bonniest lass about a' Glasgow toun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This day is awa wi' a hieland laddie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As they rade bye auld Drymen toun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The lassies leuch and lookit saucy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That the bonniest lass they ever saw,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sud be riding awa wi' a hieland laddie.<!-- 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">They rode on through moss and muir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And so did they owre mountains many,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until they cam to yonder glen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she's lain doun wi' her hieland laddie.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gude green hay was Peggy's bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And brakens war her blankets bonnie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wi' his tartan plaid aneath her head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she's lain doun wi' her hieland laddie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There's beds and bowsters in my father's house,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">There's sheets and blankets, and a' thing ready,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wadna they be angry wi' me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see me lie sae wi' a hieland laddie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Tho' there's beds and beddin in your father's house,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sheets and blankets and a' made ready,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet why sud they be angry wi' thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though I be but a hieland laddie?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It's I hae fifty acres of land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It's a' plow'd and sawn already;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am Donald the Lord of Skye,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And why sud na Peggy be call'd a lady?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I hae fifty gude milk kye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A' tied to the staws already;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am Donald the Lord of Skye,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 79 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span><span class="i2">And why sud na Peggy be call'd a lady!<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"See ye no a' yon castles and tow'rs?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sun sheens owre them a sae bonnie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am Donald the Lord of Skye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I think I'll mak ye as blythe as onie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A' that Peggy left behind<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was a cot-house and a wee kail-yardie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now I think she is better by far,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than tho' she had got a lawland lairdie."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 80 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="GLENLOGIE" id="GLENLOGIE"></a>GLENLOGIE.</h3> + + +<p>First published in the fourth volume of Smith's +<i>Scottish Minstrel</i>. Great liberties, says Motherwell, +have been taken with the songs in that work. Other +versions are given in Sharpe's <i>Ballad Book</i>, and in +Buchan's larger collection, i. 188, (<i>Jean o' Bethelnie's +Love for Sir G. Gordon.</i>)</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Three score o' nobles rade up the king's ha',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But bonnie Glenlogie's the flower o' them a';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wi' his milk-white steed and his bonnie black e'e,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Glenlogie, dear mither, Glenlogie for me!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O haud your tongue, dochter, ye'll get better than he;"<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O say nae sae, mither, for that canna be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though Drumlie is richer, and greater than he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet if I maun tak him, I'll certainly dee.<!-- 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">"Where will I get a bonnie boy, to win hose and shoon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will gae to Glenlogie, and <a name="LNanchor_19_10" id="LNanchor_19_10"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_10" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">cum again</a> shun?"<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O here am I, a bonnie boy, to win hose and shoon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will gae to Glenlogie, and <a name="LNanchor_19_12" id="LNanchor_19_12"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_10" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">cum again</a> shun."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he gaed to Glenlogie, 'twas "wash and go dine;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas "wash ye, my pretty boy, wash and go dine;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O 'twas ne'er my father's fashion, and it ne'er shall be mine,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To gar a lady's hasty errand wait till I dine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But there is, Glenlogie, a letter for thee;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The first line that he read, a low smile ga'e he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The next line that he read, the tear blindit his e'e;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the last line that he read, he gart the table flee.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gar saddle the black horse, gar saddle the brown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gar saddle the swiftest steed e'er rade frae a town;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But lang ere the horse was drawn and brought to the green,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O bonnie Glenlogie was twa mile his lane.<!-- Page 82 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"When he cam' to Glenfeldy's door, little mirth was there;<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bonnie Jean's mother was tearing her hair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye're welcome, Glenlogie, ye're welcome," said she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye're welcome, Glenlogie, your Jeanie to see."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Pale and wan was she, when Glenlogie gaed ben,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But red and rosy grew she whene'er he sat down;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She turned awa' her head, but the smile was in her e'e,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O binna feared, mither, I'll maybe no dee."<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_19_10" id="Linenote_19_10"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_10" title="link to line number">10</a>, <a href="#LNanchor_19_12" title="link to line number">12</a> shun again.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 83 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="JOHN_O_HAZELGREEN" id="JOHN_O_HAZELGREEN"></a>JOHN O' HAZELGREEN.</h3> + + +<p>Neither the present version of this ballad, (taken +from Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, ii. +253,) nor that furnished by Kinloch, (<i>Jock o' Hazelgreen</i>, +p. 206,) is at all satisfactory. Another, much +superior in point of taste, but made up from four different +copies, is given in Chambers's <i>Scottish Ballads</i>, +p. 319.</p> + +<p>Sir W. Scott's song of <i>Jock o' Hazeldean</i> was suggested +by a single stanza of this ballad, which he had +heard as a fragment, thus:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"'Why weep ye by the tide ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Why weep ye by the tide?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll wed ye to my youngest son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ye shall be his bride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ye shall be his bride, ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae comely to be seen:'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But aye she loot the tears down fa'<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For Jock o' Hazeldean."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As I went forth to take the air<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Intill an evening clear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there I spied a lady fair<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Making a heavy bier.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making a heavy bier, I say,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But and a piteous meen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye she sigh'd, and said, alas!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For John o' Hazelgreen.<!-- 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">The sun was sinking in the west,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The stars were shining clear;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">When thro' the thickets o' the wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A gentleman did appear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "who has done you the wrong, fair maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And left you here alane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or who has kiss'd your lovely lips,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ye ca' Hazelgreen?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Hold your tongue, kind sir," she said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And do not banter so;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How will ye add affliction<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unto a lover's woe?<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For none's done me the wrong," she said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Nor left me here alane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor none has kiss'd my lovely lips,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I ca' Hazelgreen."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Why weep ye by the tide, lady?<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Why weep ye by the tide?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How blythe and happy might he be<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gets you to be his bride!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gets you to be his bride, fair maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And him I'll no bemean;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when I take my words again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whom call ye Hazelgreen?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What like a man was Hazelgreen?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will ye show him to me?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He is a comely proper youth,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I in my sleep did see;<!-- Page 85 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wi' arms tall, and fingers small,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He's comely to be seen;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye she loot the tears down fall<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For John o' Hazelgreen.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If ye'll forsake young Hazelgreen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And go along with me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll wed you to my eldest son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Make you a lady free."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"It's for to wed your eldest son<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I am a maid o'er mean;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll rather stay at home," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And die for Hazelgreen."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If ye'll forsake young Hazelgreen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And go along with me,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll wed you to my second son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And your weight o' gowd I'll gie."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"It's for to wed your second son<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I am a maid o'er mean;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll rather stay at home," she says,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And die for Hazelgreen."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he's taen out a siller comb,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Comb'd down her yellow hair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And looked in a diamond bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see if she were fair.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My girl, ye do all maids surpass<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ever I have seen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheer up your heart, my lovely lass,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hate young Hazelgreen."<!-- Page 86 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Young Hazelgreen he is my love,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ever mair shall be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll nae forsake young Hazelgreen<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a' the gowd ye'll gie."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But aye she sigh'd, and said, alas!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And made a piteous meen;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye she loot the tears down fa',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For John o' Hazelgreen.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He looked high, and lighted low,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Set her upon his horse;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they rode on to Edinburgh,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Edinburgh's own cross.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when she in that city was,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She look'd like ony queen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Tis a pity such a lovely lass<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shou'd love young Hazelgreen."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Young Hazelgreen, he is my love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ever mair shall be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll nae forsake young Hazelgreen<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a' the gowd ye'll gie."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye she sigh'd, and said, alas!<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And made a piteous meen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye she loot the tears down fa',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For John o' Hazelgreen.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now hold your tongue, my well-far'd maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lat a' your mourning be,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a' endeavours I shall try,<!-- Page 87 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To bring that youth to thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If ye'll tell me where your love stays,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His stile and proper name."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He's laird o' Taperbank," she says,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"His stile, Young Hazelgreen."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he has coft for that lady<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A fine silk riding gown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Likewise he coft for that lady<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A steed, and set her on;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wi' menji feathers in her hat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Silk stockings and siller sheen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they are on to Taperbank,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Seeking young Hazelgreen.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They nimbly rode along the way,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gently spurr'd their horse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till they rode on to Hazelgreen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Hazelgreen's own close.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then forth he came, young Hazelgreen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To welcome his father free;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"You're welcome here, my father dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' your companie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when he look'd o'er his shoulder,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A light laugh then gae he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "If I getna this lady,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">It's for her I must die;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I must confess this is the maid<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I ance saw in a dream,<!-- Page 88 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A walking thro' a pleasant shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As fair's a cypress queen."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now hold your tongue, young Hazelgreen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lat a' your folly be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If ye be wae for that lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She's thrice as wae for thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's thrice as wae for thee, my son;<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As bitter doth complain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Well is she worthy o' the rigs<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That lie on Hazelgreen."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's taen her in his arms twa,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Led her thro' bower and ha';<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Cheer up your heart, my dearest dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye're flower out o'er them a'.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This night shall be our wedding e'en,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The morn we'll say, Amen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye'se never mair hae cause to mourn,—<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye're lady o' Hazelgreen."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 89 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_FAUSE_LOVER" id="THE_FAUSE_LOVER"></a>THE FAUSE LOVER.</h3> + + +<p>From Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, +i. 268. The fourth and fifth stanzas are found as a +fragment in Herd's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, ii. 6, (ed. 1776,) +thus:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"False luve, and hae ze played me this,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the simmer, mid the flowers?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I sall repay ze back again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the winter mid the showers.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Bot again, dear luve, and again, dear luve,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will ze not turn again?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As ze look to ither women<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall I to ither men."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Sir Walter Scott, also, as Chambers has pointed +out, has, in <i>Waverley</i>, put two similar stanzas into the +mouth of Davie Gellatley.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"False love, and hast thou played me this,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In summer, among the flowers?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will repay thee back again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In winter, amid the showers.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Unless again, again, my love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unless ye turn again,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As you with other maidens rove,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll smile on other men."<br /></span> +<hr /> +<!-- Page 90 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></div></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A fair maid sat in her bower door,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wringing her lily hands;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by it came a sprightly youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fast tripping o'er the strands.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Where gang ye, young John," she says,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Sae early in the day?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It gars me think, by your fast trip,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your journey's far away."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He turn'd about wi' surly look,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And said, "What's that to thee?<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm gaen to see a lovely maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mair fairer far than ye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now hae ye play'd me this, fause love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In simmer, 'mid the flowers?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I sall repay ye back again,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In winter, 'mid the showers.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But again, dear love, and again, dear love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will ye not turn again?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For as ye look to ither women,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall I to ither men."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Make your choose o' whom you please,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For I my choice will have;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I've chosen a maid mair fair than thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I never will deceive."<!-- 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">But she's kilt up her claithing fine,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And after him gaed she;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But aye he said, "ye'll turn back,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nae farder gang wi' me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But again, dear love, and again, dear love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will ye never love me again?<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alas! for loving you sae well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And you nae me again."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The first an' town that they came till,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He bought her brooch and ring;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But aye he bade her turn again,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gang nae farder wi' him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But again, dear love, and again, dear love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will ye never love me again?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alas! for loving you sae well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And you nae me again."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The niest an' town that they came till,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His heart it grew mair fain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he was deep in love wi' her,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she was ower again.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The niest an' town that they came till,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He bought her wedding gown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And made her lady o' ha's and bowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In bonny Berwick town.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 92 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_GARDENER" id="THE_GARDENER"></a>THE GARDENER.</h3> + + +<p>From Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 74. +The last stanza but one is found in the preceding +ballad. Another copy is given by Buchan, <i>Ballads +of the North of Scotland</i>, ii. 187.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The gard'ner stands in his bouer door,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' a primrose in his hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bye there cam a leal maiden,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As jimp as a willow wand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bye there cam a leal maiden,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As jimp as a willow wand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O ladie can ye fancy me,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For to be my bride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye'se get a' the flowers in my garden,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To be to you a weed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The lily white sall be your smock;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It becomes your body best;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your head sall be buskt wi' gelly-flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' the primrose in your breist.<!-- Page 93 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Your goun sall be the Sweet William;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your coat the camovine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your apron o' the sallads neat,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That taste baith sweet and fine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Your hose sall be the brade kail-blade,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That is baith brade and lang;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Narrow, narrow, at the cute,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And brade, brade at the brawn.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Your gloves sall be the marigold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All glittering to your hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weel spread owre wi' the blue blaewort,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That grows amang corn-land."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O fare ye weil, young man," she says,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Fareweil, and I bid adieu;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sin ye've provided a weed for me<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amang the simmer flowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's I'se provide anither for you,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amang the winter-showers:<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The new fawn snaw to be your smock;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It becomes your bodie best;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your head sall be wrapt wi' the eastern wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the cauld rain on your breist."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 94 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_DUKE_OF_ATHOL" id="THE_DUKE_OF_ATHOL"></a>THE DUKE OF ATHOL.</h3> + + +<p>"Taken down from the recitation of an idiot boy +in Wishaw." Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, p. +170.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I am gaing awa, Jeanie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am gaing awa,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am gaing ayont the saut seas,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm gaing sae far awa."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What will ye buy to me, Jamie,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">What will ye buy to me?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I'll buy to you a silken plaid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And send it wi' vanitie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"That's na love at a', Jamie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That's na love at a';<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">All I want is love for love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that's the best ava.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Whan will ye marry me, Jamie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whan will ye marry me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will ye tak me to your countrie,—<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or will ye marry me?"<!-- Page 95 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"How can I marry thee, Jeanie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How can I marry thee?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whan I've a wife and bairns three,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Twa wad na weill agree."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Wae be to your fause tongue, Jamie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wae be to your fause tongue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye promised for to marry me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And has a wife at hame!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But if your wife wad dee, Jamie,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sae your bairns three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wad ye tak me to your countrie,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or wad ye marry me?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But sin they're all alive, Jamie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But sin they're all alive,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">We'll tak a glass in ilka hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drink, 'Weill may they thrive.'"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If my wife wad dee, Jeanie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sae my bairns three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wad tak ye to my ain countrie,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And married we wad be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O an your head war sair, Jamie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O an your head war sair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd tak the napkin frae my neck,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 96 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span><span class="i0">And tie doun your yellow hair."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I hae na wife at a', Jeanie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hae na wife at a',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hae neither wife nor bairns three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I said it to try thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Licht are ye to loup, Jamie,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Licht are ye to loup,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Licht are ye to loup the dyke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whan I maun wale a slap."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Licht am I to loup, Jeanie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Licht am I to loup;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the hiest dyke that we come to,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll turn and tak you up.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Blair in Athol is mine, Jeanie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blair in Athol is mine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bonnie Dunkel is whare I dwell,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the boats o' Garry's mine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Huntingtower is mine, Jeanie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Huntingtower is mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Huntingtower, and bonnie Belford,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a' Balquhither's mine."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 97 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_RANTIN_LADDIE" id="THE_RANTIN_LADDIE"></a>THE RANTIN' LADDIE.</h3> + + +<p>An imperfect copy of this ballad was printed in +Johnson's <i>Museum</i>, (p. 474,) contributed, Mr. Stenhouse +informs us, by Burns. The present copy is from +the <i>Thistle of Scotland</i>, p. 7. Another, shorter than +either, is given in Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of +Scotland</i>, ii. 66, <i>Lord Aboyne</i>. (Also in Smith's <i>Scottish +Minstrel</i>, iv. 6.)</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Aft hae I playd at cards and dice<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For the love o' a bonny rantin' laddie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now I maun sit i' my father's kitchen nook,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sing, 'Hush, balow, my baby.'<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If I had been wise, and had ta'en advice,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And dane as my bonny love bade me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would hae been married at Martinmas,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And been wi' my rantin' laddie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But I was na wise, I took nae advice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did not as my bonny love bade me,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now I maun sit by mysel' i' the nook,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And rock my bastard baby.<!-- 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">"If I had horse at my command,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As often I had many,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would ride on to the Castle o' Aboyne,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' a letter to my rantin' laddie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Down the stair her father came,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And looked proud and saucy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Who is the man, and what is his name,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ye ca' your rantin' laddie?<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Is he a lord, or is he a laird,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or is he but a caddie?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or is it the young Earl o' Aboyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ye ca' your rantin' laddie?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"He is a young and noble lord,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He never was a caddie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is the noble Earl o' Aboyne<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I ca' my rantin' laddie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye shall hae a horse at your command,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As ye had often many,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To go to the Castle o' Aboyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' a letter to your rantin' laddie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Where will I get a little page,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where will I get a caddie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That will run quick to bonny Aboyne,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' this letter to my rantin' laddie?"<!-- 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">Then out spoke the young scullion boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Said, "Here am I, a caddie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will run on to bonny Aboyne<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' the letter to your rantin' laddie."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now when ye come to bonny Deeside,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where woods are green and bonny,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then will ye see the Earl o' Aboyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Among the bushes mony.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And when ye come to the lands o' Aboyne,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where all around is bonny,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye'll take your hat into your hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gie this letter to my rantin' laddie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he came near the banks of Dee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The birks were blooming bonny,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there he saw the Earl o' Aboyne<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Among the bushes mony.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Where are ye going, my bonny boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where are ye going, my caddie?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I am going to the Castle o' Aboyne<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' a letter to the rantin' laddie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"See yonder is the castle there,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My young and handsome caddie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I myself am the Earl o' Aboyne,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 100 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span><span class="i2">Tho they ca' me the rantin' laddie."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O pardon, my lord, if I've done wrong;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Forgive a simple caddie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O pardon, pardon, Earl o' Aboyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I said but what she bade me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye've done no wrong, my bonny boy,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye've done no wrong, my caddie;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wi' hat in hand he bowed low,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gave the letter to the rantin' laddie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When young Aboyne looked the letter on,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O but he blinkit bonny;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ere he read four lines on end,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tears came trickling mony.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My father will no pity shew,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My mother still does slight me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a' my friends have turned from me,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And servants disrespect me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Who are they dare be so bold<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To cruelly use my lassie?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I'll take her to bonny Aboyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where oft she did caress me.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Go raise to me five hundred men,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Be quick and make them ready;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each on a steed, to haste their speed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To carry home my lady."<!-- Page 101 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As they rode on thro' Buchanshire,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The company were many,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wi' a good claymore in every hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That glanced wondrous bonny.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he came to her father's gate<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He called for his lady;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Come down, come down, my bonny maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And speak wi' your rantin' laddie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When she was set on high horseback,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Row'd in the highland plaidie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bird i' the bush sung not so sweet,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As sung this bonny lady.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As they rode on thro' Buchanshire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He cried, "Each lowland lassie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lay your love on some lowland lown,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And soon will he prove fause t' ye.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But take my advice, and make your choice<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of some young highland laddie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wi' bonnet and plaid, whose heart is staid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he will not beguile ye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As they rode on thro' Garioch land,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He rode up in a fury,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cried, "Fall back each saucy dame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let the Countess of Aboyne before ye."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 102 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_DUKE_OF_GORDONS_DAUGHTER" id="THE_DUKE_OF_GORDONS_DAUGHTER"></a>THE DUKE OF GORDON'S DAUGHTER.</h3> + +<p class="center">Ritson's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, ii. 169.</p> + + +<p>"Alexander, third Earl of Huntly, was succeeded, +in 1523, by his grandson Alexander, Lord Gordon, +who actually had three daughters. I. Lady Elizabeth, +the eldest, married to John, Earl of Athol. II. Lady +Margaret, married to John, Lord Forbes. III. Lady +Jean, the youngest, married <i>first</i>, to James, Earl of +Bothwell, from whom she was divorced in 1568; she +married, <i>secondly</i>, Alexander, Earl of Southerland, +who died in 1594; and surviving him, she married, +<i>thirdly</i>, Captain Alexander Ogilvie, son and successor +of Sir Walter Ogilvie of Boym, who died in 1606 +without issue." <span class="smcap">Stenhouse</span>, <i>Musical Museum</i>, iv. +378.</p> + +<p>The dukedom of Gordon was not created until +1684, and therefore the first line should probably run +as quoted by Burns,—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The <i>Lord</i> of Gordon had three daughters."</span> +</div></div> +<hr /> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The duke of Gordon has three daughters,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Elizabeth, Margaret, and Jean;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They would not stay in bonny Castle-Gordon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But they would go to bonny Aberdeen.<!-- Page 103 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They had not been in Aberdeen<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A twelvemonth and a day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till Lady Jean fell in love with Captain Ogilvie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And away with him she would gae.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Word came to the duke of Gordon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the chamber where he lay,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lady Jean has fell in love with Captain Ogilvie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And away with him she would gae.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Go saddle me the black horse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And you'll ride on the grey;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I will ride to bonny Aberdeen,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where I have been many a day."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They were not a mile from Aberdeen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A mile but only three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he met with his two daughters walking,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But away was Lady Jean.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Where is your sister, maidens?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where is your sister, now?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where is your sister, maidens,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That she is not walking with you?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O pardon us, honoured father,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">O pardon us," they did say;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Lady Jean is with Captain Ogilvie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And away with him she will gae."<!-- Page 104 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he came to Aberdeen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And down upon the green,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">There did he see Captain Ogilvie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Training up his men.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O wo to you, Captain Ogilvie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And an ill death thou shalt die;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For taking to my daughter,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hanged thou shalt be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Duke Gordon has wrote a broad letter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sent it to the king,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To cause hang Captain Ogilvie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If ever he hanged a man.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I will not hang Captain Ogilvie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For no lord that I see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I'll cause him to put off the lace and scarlet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And put on the single livery."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Word came to Captain Ogilvie,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the chamber where he lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To cast off the gold lace and scarlet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And put on the single livery.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If this be for bonny Jeany Gordon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This pennance I'll take wi';<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">If this be bonny Jeany Gordon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All this I will dree."<!-- Page 105 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lady Jean had not been married,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Not a year but three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till she had a babe in every arm,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Another upon her knee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O but I'm weary of wandering!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O but my fortune is bad!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It sets not the duke of Gordon's daughter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To follow a soldier lad.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O but I'm weary of wandering!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O but I think lang!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It sets not the duke of Gordon's daughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To follow a single man."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When they came to the Highland hills,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cold was the frost and snow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lady Jean's shoes they were all torn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No farther could she go.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O wo to the hills and the mountains!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wo to the wind and the rain!<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My feet is sore with going barefoot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No further am I able to gang.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Wo to the hills and the mountains!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wo to the frost and the snow!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My feet is sore with going barefoot,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">No farther am I able for to go.<!-- 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">"O! if I were at the glens of Foudlen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where hunting I have been,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would find the way to bonny Castle-Gordon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Without either stockings or shoon."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When she came to Castle-Gordon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And down upon the green,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The porter gave out a loud shout,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O yonder comes Lady Jean."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O you are welcome, bonny Jeany Gordon,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">You are dear welcome to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You are welcome, dear Jeany Gordon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But away with your Captain Ogilvie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now over seas went the captain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As a soldier under command;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A message soon followed after,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To come and heir his brother's land.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come home, you pretty Captain Ogilvie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And heir your brother's land;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come home, ye pretty Captain Ogilvie,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Be earl of Northumberland."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O what does this mean?" says the captain;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Where's my brother's children three?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"They are dead and buried,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 107 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span><span class="i2">And the lands they are ready for thee."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Then hoist up your sails, brave captain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let's be jovial and free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll to Northumberland, and heir my estate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then my dear Jeany I'll see."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He soon came to Castle-Gordon,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And down upon the green;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The porter gave out with a loud shout,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Here comes Captain Ogilvie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You're welcome, pretty Captain Ogilvie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your fortune's advanced I hear;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">No stranger can come unto my gates,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I do love so dear."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sir, the last time I was at your gates,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You would not let me in;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm come for my wife and children,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">No friendship else I claim."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come in, pretty Captain Ogilvie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And drink of the beer and the wine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou shalt have gold and silver,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To count till the clock strike nine."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll have none of your gold and silver,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor none of your white money;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I'll have bonny Jeany Gordon;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she shall go now with me."<!-- 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">Then she came tripping down the stair,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">With the tear into her eye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One babe was at her foot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Another upon her knee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You're welcome, bonny Jeany Gordon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With my young family;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mount and go to Northumberland,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There a countess thou shalt be."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 109 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_LAIRD_OLOGIE" id="THE_LAIRD_OLOGIE"></a>THE LAIRD O'LOGIE.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, iii. 131.</p> + + +<p>An edition of this ballad was published in Herd's +<i>Scottish Songs</i>, (i. 54,) and there is styled <i>The Young +Laird of Ochiltrie</i>. Scott recovered the following copy +from recitation, which is to be preferred to the other, +as agreeing more closely with the real fact, both in +the name and the circumstances.</p> + +<p>The incident here celebrated occurred in the year +1592. Francis, Earl Bothwell, being then engaged in +a wild conspiracy against James VI., succeeded in obtaining +some followers even among the king's personal +attendants. Among these was a gentleman named +Weymis of Logie. Accused of treasonable converse +with Bothwell, he confessed to the charge, and was, +of course, in danger of expiating his crime by death. +But he was rescued through the address and courage of +Margaret Twynstoun, a lady of the court, to whom he +was attached. It being her duty to wait on the queen +the night of Logie's accusation, she left the royal chamber +while the king and queen were asleep, passed to +the room where he was kept in custody, and ordered +the guard to bring the prisoner into the presence of +their majesties. She received her lover at the cham<!-- Page 110 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span>ber +door, commanding the guard to wait there, and +conveyed him to a window, from which he escaped by +a long cord. This is the story as related in <i>The Historie +of King James the Sext</i>, quoted by Scott.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I will sing, if ye will hearken,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If ye will hearken unto me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The king has ta'en a poor prisoner,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The wanton laird o' young Logie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Young Logie's laid in Edinburgh chapel,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Carmichael's the keeper o' the key;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And May Margaret's lamenting sair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A' for the love of young Logie.<br /></span> +</div> +<a name="LNanchor_26_9" id="LNanchor_26_9"></a> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><a href="#Linenote_26_9" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">May Margaret sits in the queen's bouir,</a><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_26_9" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Knicking her fingers ane by ane,</a><span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><a href="#Linenote_26_9" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Cursing the day that she e'er was born,</a><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_26_9" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Or that she e'er heard o' Logie's name.</a><br /></span> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Lament, lament na, May Margaret,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And of your weeping let me be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For ye maun to the king himsell,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To seek the life o' young Logie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">May Margaret has kilted her green cleiding,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she has curl'd back her yellow hair,<!-- Page 111 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If I canna get young Logie's life,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Farewell to Scotland for evermair."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When she came before the king,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She knelit lowly on her knee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O what's the matter, May Margaret?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And what need's a' this courtesie?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A boon, a boon, my noble liege,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A boon, a boon, I beg o' thee!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the first boon that I come to crave<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is to grant me the life o' young Logie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O na, O na, May Margaret,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Forsooth, and so it mauna be;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For a' the gowd o' fair Scotland<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shall not save the life o' young Logie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But she has stown the king's redding kaim,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Likewise the queen her wedding knife;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sent the tokens to Carmichael,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To cause young Logie get his life.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She sent him a purse o' the red gowd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Another o' the white monie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She sent him a pistol for each hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bade him shoot when he gat free.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he came to the Tolbooth stair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There he let his volley flee;<!-- Page 112 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">It made the king in his chamber start,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">E'en in the bed where he might be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae out, gae out, my merrymen a',<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bid Carmichael come speak to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I'll lay my life the pledge o' that,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That yon's the shot o' young Logie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When Carmichael came before the king,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He fell low down upon his knee;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The very first word that the king spake<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was,—"Where's the laird of young Logie?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Carmichael turn'd him round about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">(I wot the tear blinded his e'e,)—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"There came a token frae your grace<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Has ta'en away the laird frae me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Hast thou play'd me that, Carmichael?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hast thou play'd me that?" quoth he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The morn the Justice Court's to stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Logie's place ye maun supplie."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Carmichael's awa to Margaret's bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Even as fast as he may drie,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O if young Logie be within,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tell him to come and speak with me!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">May Margaret turn'd her round about,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">(I wot a loud laugh laughed she,)<!-- Page 113 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The egg is chipp'd, the bird is flown,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'll see nae mair of young Logie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The tane is shipped at the pier of Leith,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tother at the Queen's Ferrie;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she's gotten a father to her bairn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The wanton laird of young Logie.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p>v. <a name="Linenote_26_9" id="Linenote_26_9"></a><a href="#LNanchor_26_9" title="link to line number">9-12</a>. This stanza was obtained by Motherwell from +recitation.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 114 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_GYPSIE_LADDIE" id="THE_GYPSIE_LADDIE"></a>THE GYPSIE LADDIE.</h3> + + +<p>This ballad first appeared in print in the <i>Tea-Table +Miscellany</i>, (ii. 282,) from which it was adopted +into Herd's and Pinkerton's collections, Johnson's +<i>Museum</i>, and Ritson's <i>Scottish Songs</i>. The version +here selected, that of Finlay, (<i>Scottish Ballads</i>, ii. 39,) +is nearly the same, but has two more stanzas, the +third and the fourth. Different copies are given in +Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 360, Smith's <i>Scottish Minstrel</i>, +iii. 90, <i>The Songs of England and Scotland</i>, (by +Peter Cunningham,) ii. 346, and Sheldon's <i>Minstrelsy +of the English Border</i>, p. 329, (<a href="#THE_RARE_BALLAD_OF_JOHNNIE_FAA_AND">see our Appendix</a>;) +others, which we have not seen, in Mactaggart's <i>Gallovidian +Dictionary</i>, Chambers's <i>Scottish Gypsies</i>, and +<i>The Scot's Magazine</i> for November, 1817.</p> + +<p>There is a popular tradition, possessing, we believe, +no foundation in fact, that the incidents of this ballad +belong to the history of the noble family of Cassilis. +The Lady Jean Hamilton, daughter of the Earl of +Waddington, is said to have been constrained to marry +a grim Covenanter, John, Earl of Cassilis, though her +affections were already engaged to Sir John Faa of<!-- Page 115 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> +Dunbar. In 1643, several years after their union, +when the Countess had given birth to two or three +children, her husband being absent from home on a +mission to the Assembly of Divines at Westminster, +Sir John presented himself at Cassilis Castle, attended +by a small band of gypsies, and himself disguised +as one. The recollection of her early passion +proved stronger than the marriage vow, and the lady +eloped with her former lover. But before she had +got far from home, the Earl happened to return. +Learning what had occurred, he set out in pursuit +with a considerable body of followers, and, arresting +the fugitives, brought them back to his castle, where he +hanged Sir John and his companions on a great tree +before the gate. The Countess was obliged to witness +the execution from a chamber window, and after +a short confinement in the castle, was shut up for the +rest of her life in a house at Maybole, four miles distant, +which had been fitted up for her, with a staircase +on which were carved a set of heads representing her +lover and his troop.</p> + +<p>Unfortunately for the truth of the story, letters are +in existence, written by the Earl of Cassilis to the +Lady Jean after the date of these events, which prove +the subsistence of a high degree of mutual affection +and confidence; and Finlay assures us that after a +diligent search, he had been able to discern nothing +that in the slightest confirmed the popular tale. The +whole story is perhaps the malicious invention of an +enemy of the house of Cassilis, and as such would +not be unparalleled in the history of ballad poetry. +See Dauney's <i>Ancient Scottish Melodies</i>, p. 269, and +Chambers's <i>Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 143.<!-- Page 116 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The gypsies came to our good lord's gate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And wow but they sang sweetly;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They sang sae sweet and sae very complete,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That down came the fair lady.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And she came tripping doun the stair,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' her maids before her;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As soon as they saw her weel-far'd face,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They coost the glamer o'er her.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O come with me," says Johnie Faw,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O come with me, my dearie;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I vow and I swear by the hilt of my sword,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That your lord shall nae mair come near ye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then she gied them the beer and the wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And they gied her the ginger;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But she gied them a far better thing,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The goud ring aff her finger.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae tak frae me this gay mantle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bring to me a plaidie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For if kith and kin and a' had sworn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll follow the gypsie laddie.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yestreen I lay in a weel-made bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' my good lord beside me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But this night I'll lye in a tennant's barn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whatever shall betide me."<!-- Page 117 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come to your bed," says Johnie Faw,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O come to your bed, my dearie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I vow and swear by the hilt of my sword,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That your lord shall nae mair come near ye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll go to bed to my Johnie Faw,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll go to bed to my dearie;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I vow and I swear by the fan in my hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That my lord shall nae mair come near me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll mak a hap to my Johnie Faw,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll mak a hap to my dearie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he's get a' the coat gaes round,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And my lord shall nae mair come near me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when our lord came hame at e'en,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And spier'd for his fair lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tane she cry'd, and the other replied,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"She's away wi' the gypsie laddie."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae saddle to me the black black steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gae saddle and make him ready;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before that I either eat or sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll gae seek my fair lady."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And we were fifteen weel-made men,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Altho' we were na bonny;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And we were a' put down but ane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a fair young wanton lady.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 118 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="LAIRD_OF_DRUM" id="LAIRD_OF_DRUM"></a>LAIRD OF DRUM.</h3> + + +<p>From Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 200, +obtained from recitation. Another copy is furnished +by Buchan, <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, ii. +194, which, with some variations, is printed again in +<i>Scottish Traditional Versions of Ancient Ballads</i>, Percy +Society, vol. xvii. p. 53.</p> + +<p>"This ballad," says Kinloch, was composed on the +marriage of Alexander Irvine of Drum to his second +wife, Margaret Coutts, a woman of inferior birth and +manners, which step gave great offence to his relations. +He had previously, in 1643, married Mary, +fourth daughter of George, second Marquis of Huntly.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Laird o' Drum is a wooing gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was on a morning early,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he has fawn in wi' a bonnie may<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A-shearing at her barley.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My bonnie may, my weel-faur'd may,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">O will ye fancy me, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gae and be the lady o' Drum,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lat your shearing abee, O?"<!-- Page 119 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It's I canna fancy thee, kind sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I winna fancy thee, O,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I winna gae and be Lady o' Drum,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lat my shearing abee, O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But set your love on anither, kind sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Set it not on me, O,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I am not fit to be your bride,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And your hure I'll never be, O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My father he is a shepherd mean,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Keeps sheep on yonder hill, O,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ye may gae and speir at him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For I am at his will, O."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Drum is to her father gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Keeping his sheep on yon hill, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he has gotten his consent<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That the may was at his will, O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But my dochter can neither read nor write,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was ne'er brought up at scheel, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But weel can she milk cow and ewe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mak a kebbuck weel, O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"She'll win in your barn at bear-seed time,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cast out your muck at Yule, O,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She'll saddle your steed in time o' need,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And draw aff your boots hersell, O."<!-- Page 120 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Have not I no clergymen?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Pay I no clergy fee, O?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll scheel her as I think fit,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And as I think weel to be, O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'll learn your lassie to read and write,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I'll put her to the scheel, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She'll neither need to saddle my steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor draw aff my boots hersell, O.<span class="linenum">40</span><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, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wha will welcome my bonnie bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is mair than I can tell, O."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Drum is to the hielands gane,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For to mak a' ready,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a' the gentry round about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cried, "Yonder's Drum and his lady!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Peggy Coutts is a very bonnie bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Drum is a wealthy laddie,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he micht hae chosen a hier match,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than onie shepherd's lassie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up bespak his brither John,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says, "Ye've deen us meikle wrang, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye've married een below our degree,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A lake to a' our kin, O."<!-- Page 121 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Hold your tongue, my brither John,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I have deen you na wrang, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I've married een to wirk and win,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ye've married een to spend, O.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The first time that I had a wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was far abeen my degree, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I durst na come in her presence,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But wi' my hat upo' my knee, O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The first wife that I did wed,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was far abeen my degree, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She wadna hae walk'd to the yetts o' Drum,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But the pearls abeen her bree, O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But an she was ador'd for as much gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As Peggy's for beautie, O,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She micht walk to the yetts o' Drum,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amang gueed companie, O."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There war four and twenty gentlemen<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Stood at the yetts o' Drum, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There was na ane amang them a'<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That welcom'd his lady in, O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He has tane her by the milk-white hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And led her in himsel, O,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in thro' ha's, and in thro' bouers,—<br /></span> +<!-- Page 122 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span><span class="i2">"And ye're welcome, Lady o' Drum, O."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thrice he kissed her cherry cheek,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thrice her cherry chin, O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And twenty times her comely mou',—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And ye're welcome, Lady o' Drum, O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye sall be cook in my kitchen,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Butler in my ha', O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye sall be lady in my command,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whan I ride far awa, O."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But I told ye afore we war wed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I was owre low for thee, O;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now we are wed, and in ae bed laid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ye maun be content wi' me, O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For an I war dead, and ye war dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And baith in ae grave laid, O,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ye and I war tane up again,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wha could distan your mouls frae mine, O?"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 123 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="LADY_ANNE_BOTHWELLS_LAMENT_Ramsey" id="LADY_ANNE_BOTHWELLS_LAMENT_Ramsey"></a>LADY ANNE BOTHWELL'S LAMENT.</h3> + + +<p>The unhappy lady into whose mouth some unknown +poet has put this lament, is now ascertained to have +been Anne, daughter to Bothwell, Bishop of Orkney. +Her faithless lover was her cousin, Alexander +Erskine, son to the Earl of Mar. Lady Anne is said +to have possessed great beauty, and Sir Alexander +was reputed the handsomest man of his age. He was +first a colonel in the French army, but afterwards +engaged in the service of the Covenanters, and came +to his death by being blown up, with many other persons +of rank, in Douglass Castle, on the 30th of August, +1640. The events which occasioned the ballad seem +to have taken place early in the seventeenth century. +Of the fate of the lady subsequent to this period nothing +is known. See Chambers, <i>Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 150, +and <i>The Scots Musical Museum</i>, (1853,) iv. 203*.</p> + +<p>In Brome's comedy of <i>The Northern Lass, or the +Nest of Fools</i>, acted in 1632, occur the two following +stanzas. They are, perhaps, a part of the original +Lament, which certainly has undergone great alterations +in its progress down to our times.<!-- Page 124 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Peace, wayward barne! Oh cease thy moan!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy farre more wayward daddy's gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And never will recalled be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By cryes of either thee or me:<br /></span> +<span class="i8">For should wee cry<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Until we dye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wee could not scant his cruelty.<br /></span> +<span class="i16"><i>Ballow, ballow, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"He needs might in himselfe foresee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What thou successively might'st be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And could hee then (though me foregoe)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His infant leave, ere hee did know<br /></span> +<span class="i8">How like the dad<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Would be the lad,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In time to make fond maydens glad?<br /></span> +<span class="i16"><i>Ballow, ballow, &c.</i>"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The first professed edition of this piece is in the +Third Part of Watson's <i>Collection of Comic and Serious +Scots Poems</i>, p. 79; the next in the <i>Tea-Table Miscellany</i>, +i. 161. Both of these copies have been modernized, +but Ramsay's is the better of the two, and +equally authentic. We therefore select Ramsay's, +and add to it <a href="#LADY_ANNE_BOTHWELLS_LAMENT_Percy">Percy's</a>, which contains three stanzas not +found in the others, and preserves somewhat more of +the air of antiquity. There is a version extending to +fifteen stanzas, arranged in a very different order, in +Evans's <i>Old Ballads</i>, i. 259. Herd, Ritson, &c., have +followed Ramsay.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Balow, my boy, ly still and sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It grieves me sore to hear thee weep:<!-- Page 125 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">If thou'lt be silent, I'll be glad,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy mourning makes my heart full sad.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Balow, my boy, thy mother's joy,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy father bred me great annoy.<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Balow, my boy, ly still and sleep</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>It grieves me sore to hear thee weep</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Balow, my darling, sleep a while,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when thou wak'st, then sweetly smile;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But smile not as thy father did,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To cozen maids, nay, God forbid;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in thine eye his look I see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tempting look that ruin'd me,<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Balow, my boy, &c.</i><span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he began to court my love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with his sugar'd words to move,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His tempting face, and flatt'ring chear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In time to me did not appear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now I see that cruel he<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cares neither for his babe nor me.<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Balow, my boy, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fareweel, fareweel, thou falsest youth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That ever kist a woman's mouth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let never any after me<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Submit unto thy courtesy!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For, if they do, O! cruel thou<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wilt her abuse, and care not how.<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Balow, my boy, &c.</i><!-- Page 126 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I was too cred'lous at the first,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To yield thee all a maiden durst;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou swore for ever true to prove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy faith unchang'd, unchang'd thy love;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But quick as thought the change is wrought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy love's no mair, thy promise nought.<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Balow, my boy, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I wish I were a maid again!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From young men's flatt'ry I'd refrain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For now unto my grief I find<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They all are perjur'd and unkind;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bewitching charms bred all my harms;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Witness my babe lies in my arms.<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Balow, my boy, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I take my fate from bad to worse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I must needs be now a nurse,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lull my young son on my lap:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From me, sweet orphan, take the pap.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Balow, my child, thy mother mild<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall wail as from all bliss exil'd.<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Balow, my boy, &c.</i><span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Balow, my boy, weep not for me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose greatest grief's for wronging thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor pity her deserved smart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who can blame none but her fond heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For, too soon trusting latest finds<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">With fairest tongues are falsest minds.<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Balow, my boy, &c.</i><!-- Page 127 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Balow, my boy, thy father's fled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he the thriftless son has played;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of vows and oaths forgetful, he<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Preferr'd the wars to thee and me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now, perhaps, thy curse and mine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Make him eat acorns with the swine.<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Balow, my boy, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But curse not him; perhaps now he,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stung with remorse, is blessing thee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps at death; for who can tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether the judge of heaven or hell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By some proud foe has struck the blow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And laid the dear deceiver low?<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Balow, my boy, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I wish I were into the bounds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where he lies smother'd in his wounds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Repeating, as he pants for air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My name, whom once he call'd his fair;<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">No woman's yet so fiercely set,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But she'll forgive, though not forget.<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Balow, my boy, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If linen lacks, for my love's sake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then quickly to him would I make<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My smock, once for his body meet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wrap him in that winding-sheet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah me! how happy had I been,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If he had ne'er been wrapt therein.<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Balow, my boy, &c.</i><!-- Page 128 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Balow, my boy, I'll weep for thee:<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Too soon, alake, thou'lt weep for me:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy griefs are growing to a sum,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God grant thee patience when they come;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Born to sustain thy mother's shame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A hapless fate, a bastard's name.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Balow, my boy, ly still and sleep</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>It grieves me sore to hear thee weep</i>.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 129 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="LADY_ANNE_BOTHWELLS_LAMENT_Percy" id="LADY_ANNE_BOTHWELLS_LAMENT_Percy"></a>LADY ANNE BOTHWELL'S LAMENT.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, ii. 207.</p> + + +<p>"From a copy in the Editor's folio MS., corrected +by another in Allan Ramsay's <i>Miscellany</i>."</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Balow, my babe, lye still and sleipe!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It grieves me sair to see thee weipe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If thoust be silent, Ise be glad,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy maining maks my heart ful sad.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Balow, my boy, thy mothers joy,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy father breides me great annoy.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Balow, my babe, ly stil and sleipe</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>It grieves me sair to see thee weepe</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan he began to court my luve,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with his sugred wordes to muve,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">His faynings fals and flattering cheire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To me that time did not appeire:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now I see, most cruell hee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cares neither for my babe nor mee.<br /></span> +<!-- Page 130 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span><span class="i10"><i>Balow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lye still, my darling, sleipe a while,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when thou wakest, sweitly smile:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But smile not, as thy father did,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To cozen maids; nay, God forbid!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But yett I feire, thou wilt gae neire<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy fatheris hart and face to beire.<br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Balow, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I cannae chuse, but ever will<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be luving to thy father still:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whaireir he gae, whaireir he ryde,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My luve with him doth still abyde:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In weil or wae, whaireir he gae,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mine hart can neire depart him frae.<br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Balow, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But doe not, doe not, pretty mine,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To faynings fals thine hart incline;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be loyal to thy luver trew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And nevir change her for a new:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If gude or faire, of hir have care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For womens banning 's wonderous sair.<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Balow, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Bairne, sin thy cruel father is gane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy winsome smiles maun eise my paine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My babe and I'll together live,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He'll comfort me when cares doe grieve:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My babe and I right saft will ly,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And quite forgeit man's cruelty.<br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Balow, &c.</i><!-- Page 131 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fareweil, fareweil, thou falsest youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That evir kist a womans mouth!<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wish all maides be warned by mee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nevir to trust mans curtesy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For if we doe bot chance to bow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They'll use us then they care not how.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Balow, my babe, ly stil and sleipe</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>It grieves me sair to see thee weipe</i>.<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 132 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="WALY_WALY_BUT_LOVE_BE_BONNY" id="WALY_WALY_BUT_LOVE_BE_BONNY"></a>WALY, WALY, BUT LOVE BE BONNY.</h3> + + +<p>These beautiful verses are thought to be only a +part of <i>Lord Jamie Douglas</i>, (see the next piece,) in +one copy or another of which, according to Motherwell, +nearly all of them are to be found. They +were first published in the <i>Tea-Table Miscellany</i>, (i. +231,) and are here given as they there appear, separate +from an explicit story. Although in this condition +they must be looked upon as a fragment, still, they are +too awkwardly introduced in the ballad above mentioned, +and too superior to the rest of the composition, +to allow of our believing that they have as yet found +their proper connection.</p> + +<p>In Johnson's <i>Museum</i>, (i. 166,) besides several trifling +variations from Ramsay's copy, the fourth is replaced +by the following:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When cockle shells turn siller bells,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mussels grow on every tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When frost and snaw shall warm us a',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then shall my love prove true to me.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The third stanza stands thus in a Christmas medley,<!-- Page 133 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> +quoted by Leyden from a "MS. Cantus of the latter +part of the 17th century:"</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hey troly loly, love is joly,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A whyle whill it is new;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When it is old, it grows full cold,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Woe worth the love untrue!<br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Complaynt of Scotland</i>, i. 278.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr /> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O waly, waly up the bank,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And waly, waly down the brae,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And waly, waly yon burn side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where I and my love wont to gae.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I lean'd my back unto an aik,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I thought it was a trusty tree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But first it bow'd, and syne it brak,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae my true love did lightly me!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O waly, waly, but love be bonny,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A little time while it is new;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fades away like the morning dew.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O wherefore should I busk my head?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or wherfore should I kame my hair?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For my true love has me forsook,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And says he'll never love me mair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now Arthur-Seat shall be my bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sheets shall ne'er be fyl'd by me:<!-- Page 134 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saint Anton's well shall be my drink,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since my true love has forsaken me.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And shake the green leaves off the tree?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O gentle death, when wilt thou come?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For of my life I'm weary.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis not the frost that freezes fell,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor blawing snaw's inclemency;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But my love's heart grown cauld to me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When we came in by Glasgow town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We were a comely sight to see;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My love was clad in the black velvet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I my sell in cramasie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But had I wist, before I kiss'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That love had been sae ill to win,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd lock'd my heart in a case of gold,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pin'd it with a silver pin.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, oh, if my young babe were born,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And set upon the nurse's knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I my sell were dead and gane!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a maid again I'll never be.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 135 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="LORD_JAMIE_DOUGLAS" id="LORD_JAMIE_DOUGLAS"></a>LORD JAMIE DOUGLAS.</h3> + + +<p>From the appendix to Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, +p. v. <a href="#JAMIE_DOUGLAS_See_p_135">An imperfect copy of this ballad</a> was printed +in Finlay's collection, vol. ii. p. 4; another, called the +<a href="#LAIRD_OF_BLACKWOOD_See_p_135"><i>Laird of Blackwood</i></a>, in Kinloch's, p. 60. Both of +them may be seen at the end of this volume. Chambers +has compiled a ballad in four parts from these three +versions, another in manuscript, furnished by Kinloch, +and the verses just given from Ramsay's <i>Miscellany</i>; +and Aytoun, more recently, has made up a ballad from +two copies obtained from recitation by Kinloch, and +called it <i>The Marchioness of Douglas. Ballads of +Scotland</i>, 2d ed. i. 135.</p> + +<p>The circumstances which gave rise to the ballad are +thus stated by Chambers: "James, second Marquis of +Douglas, when aged twenty-four, married at Edinburgh, +on the 7th of September, 1670, Lady Barbara +Erskine, eldest daughter of John, ninth Earl of Mar. +This lady is said to have been previously wooed, without +success, by a gentleman of the name of Lowrie, +who on account of his afterwards marrying Mariotte +Weir, heiress of Blackwood, in Lanarkshire, was commonly +called, according to the custom of Scotland, +the Tutor, and sometimes the Laird, of Blackwood. +Lowrie, who seems to have been considerably advanced +in life at the time, was chamberlain or factor to +the Marquis of Douglas; a circumstance which gave him +peculiar facilities for executing an atrocious scheme +of vengeance he had projected against the lady. By +a train of proceedings somewhat similar to those of<!-- Page 136 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span> +Iago, and in particular, by pretending to have discovered +a pair of men's shoes underneath the Marchioness's +bed, he completely succeeded in breaking up +the affection of the unfortunate couple. Lord Douglas, +who, though a man of profligate conduct, had +hitherto treated his wife with some degree of politeness, +now rendered her life so miserable, that she was +obliged to seek refuge with her father. The earl +came with a large retinue to carry her off, when, according +to the ballad, as well as the tradition of the +country, a most affecting scene took place. The Marquis +himself was so much overcome by the parting of +his wife and child—for she had now borne a son—that +he expressed, even in that last hour, a desire of +being reconciled to her. But the traitorous Lowrie +succeeded in preventing him from doing so, by a well-aimed +sarcasm at his weakness.... Regarding the +ultimate fate of the Marchioness I am altogether +ignorant. It is, however, very improbable that any +reconciliation ever took place between her and her +husband, such as is related in the ballad." <i>Scottish +Ballads</i>, p. 150.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O waly, waly up the bank,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And waly, waly down the brae,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And waly, waly by yon burn side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where me and my lord was wont to gae.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hey nonny nonnie, but love is bonnie,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A little while when it is new;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when love grows auld it grows mair cauld,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fades away like the morning dew.<!-- Page 137 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I lean'd my back against an aik,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I thocht it was a trustie tree;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But first it bowed, and syne it break,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sae did my fause luve to me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My mother tauld me when I was young,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That young man's love was ill to trow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But untill her I would give nae ear,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And alace my ain wand dings me now!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O wherefore need I busk my head?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O wherefore should I kaim my hair?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For my good lord has me forsook,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And says he'll never love me mair.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gin I had wist or I had kisst<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That young man's love was sae ill to win,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would hae lockt my hert wi' a key o' gowd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pinn'd it wi' a siller pin.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">An I had kent what I ken now,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'd never crosst the water Tay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But stayed still at Athole's gates;—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He would have made me his lady gay.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When lords and lairds cam to this toun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gentlemen o' a high degree,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I took my auld son in my arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And went to my chamber pleasantlie.<!-- Page 138 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when lords and lairds <a name="LNanchor_30b_33" id="LNanchor_30b_33"></a><a href="#Linenote_30b_33" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">come</a> through this toun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gentlemen o' a high degree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I must sit alane intill the dark,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the babie on the nurse's knee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I had a nurse, and she was fair;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was a dearly nurse to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She took my gay lord frae my side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And used him in her companie.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Awa, awa, thou fause Blackwood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Aye, and an ill death may thou die!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou wert the first and occasion last<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of parting my gay lord and me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When I lay sick, and very sick,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sick I was and like to die,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A gentleman, a friend of mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He came on purpose to visit me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Blackwood whisper'd in my lord's ear<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He was ower lang in chamber with me.<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When I was sick, and very sick,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sick I was and like to die,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I drew me near to my stairhead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I heard my ain lord lichtly me.<!-- 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">"Come down, come down, O Jamie Douglas,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And drink the orange wine with me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll set thee on a chair of gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And daut thee kindly on my knee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"When sea and sand turn far inland,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And mussels grow on ilka tree,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">When cockle shells turn siller bells,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll drink the orange wine wi' thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What ails you at our youngest son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That sits upon the nurse's knee?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm sure he's never done any harm,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">An it's not to his ain nurse and me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If I had kent what I ken now,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That love it was sae ill to win,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I should ne'er hae wet my cherry cheek<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For onie man or woman's son.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When my father came to hear<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That my gay lord had forsaken me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He sent five score of his soldiers bright<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To take me safe to my ain countrie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Up in the mornin' when I arose,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">My bonnie palace for to lea',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I whispered in at my lord's window,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But the never a word he would answer me.<!-- 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">"Fare ye weel, then, Jamie Douglas,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I need care as little as ye care for me;<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Earl of Mar is my father dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I soon will see my ain countrie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye thought that I was like yoursell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And loving ilk ane I did see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But here I swear by the heavens clear,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I never loved a man but thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Slowly, slowly rose I up,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And slowly, slowly I cam down;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when he saw me sit in my coach,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He made his drums and trumpets sound.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When I into my coach was set,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My tenants all were with me tane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They set them down upon their knees,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And they begg'd me to come back again.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It's "fare ye weel, my bonnie palace;<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fare ye weel, my children three:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God grant your father may get mair grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And love thee better than he has done me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It's "fare ye weel, my servants all;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And you, my bonnie children three:<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">God grant your father grace to be kind<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till I see you safe in my ain countrie.<!-- 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">"But wae be to you, fause Blackwood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Aye, and ill death may you die!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye are the first, and I hope the last,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That put strife between my good lord and me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When I came in through Edinburgh town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My loving father came to meet me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With trumpets sounding on every side;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But it was no comfort at all to me:<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For no mirth nor music sounds in my ear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since the Earl of March has forsaken me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Hold your tongue, my daughter dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And of your weeping pray let abee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I'll send to him a bill of divorce,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I'll get as good a lord to thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Hold your tongue, my father dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And of your scoffing pray let abee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would rather hae a kiss of my ain lord's mouth<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As all the lords in the north countrie."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When she came to her father's land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tenants a' cam her to see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Never a word she could speak to them,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_30b_124" id="LNanchor_30b_124"></a><a href="#Linenote_30b_124" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">But the buttons aff her clothes did flee.</a><!-- Page 142 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The linnet is a bonnie bird,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And aften flees far frae its nest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So all the world may plainly see<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They 're far awa that I love best!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She looked out at her father's window,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To take a view of the countrie;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who did she see but Jamie Douglas,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And along with him her children three.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There came a soldier to the gate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he did knock right hastilie:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If Lady Douglas be within,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bid her come down and speak to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O come away, my lady fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come away, now, alang with me:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I have hanged fause Blackwood<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At the very place where he told the lie."<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_30b_33" id="Linenote_30b_33"></a><a href="#LNanchor_30b_33" title="link to line number">33</a>, cam.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_30b_124" id="Linenote_30b_124"></a><a href="#LNanchor_30b_124" title="link to line number">124</a>. See <i>Andrew Lammie</i>, vol. ii. 191.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 143 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_NUTBROWNE_MAIDE" id="THE_NUTBROWNE_MAIDE"></a>THE NUTBROWNE MAIDE.</h3> + + +<p>We owe the preservation of this beautiful old ballad +to <i>Arnold's Chronicle</i>, of which the earliest edition is +thought to have been printed in 1502. In Laneham's +account of Elizabeth's visit to Kenilworth, the <i>Nut-brown +Maid</i> is mentioned as a book by itself, and there +is said to be at Oxford a list of books offered for sale +at that place in 1520, among which is the <i>Not-Broon +Mayd</i>, price one penny; still, the ballad is not known +to exist at present in any other ancient form than that +of the Chronicle. We have no means of determining +the date of the composition, but Percy has justly remarked +that it is not probable that an antiquary would +have inserted a piece in his historical collections which +he knew to be modern. The language is that of the +time at which it was printed.</p> + +<p>The ballad seems to have been long forgotten, when +it was revived in <i>The Muse's Mercury</i> for June, 1707, +(Percy.) There Prior met with it, and, charmed with +its merit, he took the story for the foundation of his +<i>Henry and Emma</i>. Capel, in 1760, published a collated +text from two different editions of the Chronicle,—we +suppose that of 1502, and the second, which was +printed in 1521, and exhibits some differences. Percy +adopted Capel's text with a few alterations, (<i>Reliques</i>, +ii. 30.) The text of the edition of 1502 has been +twice reprinted since Percy's time: in the <!-- Page 144 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span><i>Censura +Literaria</i>, vol. i. p. 15, and by Mr. Wright, in a little +black-letter volume, London, 1836. We have adopted +Mr. Wright's text, not neglecting to compare it with +that of Sir Egerton Brydges.</p> + +<p>It will be interesting to compare with this matchless +poem a ballad in other languages, which has the same +drift;—<i>Die Lind im Thale</i>, or <i>Liebesprobe</i>, Erk, +<i>Deutscher Liederhort</i>, p. 1, 3; Uhland, No. 116; Hoffmann, +<i>Schlesische</i> V. L., No. 22, <i>Niederländische V. +L.</i>, No. 26; Haupt and Schmaler, <i>V. L. der Wenden</i>, +i. 72 (Hoffmann).</p> + +<p>In the sixteenth century a ridiculous attempt was +made to supplant the popular ballads in the mouths +and affections of the people by turning them into +pious parodies. <i>The Nut-Brown Maid</i> was treated in +this way, and the result may be seen in <i>The New Not-borune +Mayd</i>, printed by the Roxburghe Club, and +by the Percy Society, vol. vi.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Be it right or wrong, these men among<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On women do complaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Affermyng this, how that it is<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A labour spent in vaine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To love them wele, for never a dele<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">They love a man agayne:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For lete a man do what he can<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ther favour to attayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet yf a newe <a name="LNanchor_31_9" id="LNanchor_31_9"></a><a href="#Linenote_31_9" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">do</a> them pursue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ther furst trew lover than<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Laboureth for nought, and from her thought<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He is a bannished man."<!-- 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">"I say not nay, but that all day<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It is bothe writ and sayde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That womans fayth is, as who sayth,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">All utterly decayed:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But nevertheles, right good witnes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In this case might be layde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they love trewe, and contynew,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Recorde <span class="smcap">THE NUTBROWNE MAIDE</span>;<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whiche from her love, whan her to prove<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He cam to make his mone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wolde not departe, for in her herte<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She lovyd but hym allone."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Than betwene us lete us discusse<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">What was all the manér<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Betwene them too; we wyl also<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Telle all <a name="LNanchor_31_28" id="LNanchor_31_28"></a><a href="#Linenote_31_28" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">the</a> peyne and fere<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That she was in; nowe I begynne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_31_30" id="LNanchor_31_30"></a><a href="#Linenote_31_30" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">See</a> that ye me answére:<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherfore [all] ye that present be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray you geve an eare.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am the knyght, I cum be nyght,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As secret as I can,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sayng 'Alas! thus stondyth the <a name="LNanchor_31_35" id="LNanchor_31_35"></a><a href="#Linenote_31_35" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">case</a>,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I am a bannisshed man!'"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And I your wylle for to fulfylle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In this wyl not refuse,<!-- Page 146 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trusting to shewe, in wordis fewe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That men have an ille use,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To ther owne shame, wymen to blame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And causeles them accuse:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Therfore to you I answere now,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alle wymen to excuse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Myn owne hert dere, with you what chiere?<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I prey you telle anoon:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in my mynde, of all mankynde<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I love but you allon.'"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It stondith so: a deed is do<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_31_50" id="LNanchor_31_50"></a><a href="#Linenote_31_50" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Wherof</a> moche harme shal growe.<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My desteny is for to dey<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A shamful dethe, I trowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or ellis to flee,—the ton must be:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">None other wey I knowe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to withdrawe as an outlaw,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And take me to my bowe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherfore, adew, my owne hert trewe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">None other red I can;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I muste to the grene wode goo,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alone, a bannysshed man."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O Lorde, what is this worldis blisse<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That chaungeth as the mone!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My somers day in lusty May<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is derked before the none.<!-- Page 147 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I here you saye Farwel: nay, nay,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">We departe not soo sone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why say ye so? Wheder wyl ye goo?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alas, what have ye done?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alle my welfare to sorow and care<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shulde chaunge, yf ye were gon:<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in my mynde, of all mankynde<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I love but you alone."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I can beleve it shal you greve,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And somewhat you distrayne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But aftyrwarde your paynes harde,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Within a day or tweyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shal sone aslake, and ye shal take<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Confort to you agayne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why shuld ye nought? for, to make thought<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your labur were in vayne:<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus I do, and pray you, too,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As hertely as I can:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I muste too the grene wode goo,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alone, a banysshed man."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now syth that ye have shewed to me<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The secret of your mynde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I shal be playne to you agayne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lyke as ye shal me fynde:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Syth it is so that ye wyll goo,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wol not leve behynde;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shal never be sayd the Nutbrowne Mayd<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was to her love unkind.<!-- Page 148 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Make you redy, for soo am I,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All though it were anoon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in my mynde, of all mankynde<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I love but you alone."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yet I you rede to take good hede<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_31_98" id="LNanchor_31_98"></a><a href="#Linenote_31_98" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">What</a> men wyl thinke and sey;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of yonge and olde it shal be told,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ye be gone away<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your wanton wylle for to fulfylle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In grene wood you to play;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that ye myght from your delyte<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Noo lenger make delay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rather than ye shuld thus for me<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Be called an ylle woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet wolde I to the grene wodde goo<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alone, a banysshed man."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Though it be songe of olde and yonge<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I shuld be to blame,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Theirs be the charge that speke so large<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In hurting of my name.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I wyl prove that feythful love<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It is devoyd of shame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In your distresse and hevynesse,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To parte wyth you the same;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sure all thoo that doo not so,<!-- Page 149 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Trewe lovers ar they noon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in my mynde, of all mankynde<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I love but you alone."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I counsel yow remembre how<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It is noo maydens lawe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing to dought, but to renne out<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wod with an outlawe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For ye must there in your hande bere<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A bowe to bere and drawe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as a theef thus must ye lyeve,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ever in drede and awe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By whiche to yow gret harme myght grow;—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet had I lever than<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I had too the grenewod goo<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alone, a banysshyd man."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I thinke not nay; but, as ye saye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It is noo maydens lore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But love may make me for your sake,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As ye have said before,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To com on fote, to hunte and shote<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To gete us mete and store;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For soo that I your company<br /></span> +<span class="i2">May have, I aske noo more;<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">From whiche to parte, it makith myn herte<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As colde as ony ston:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in my mynde, of all mankynde<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I love but you alone."<!-- 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">"For an outlawe this is the lawe,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That men hym take and binde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Without pytee hanged to bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And waver with the wynde.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yf I had neede, as God forbede,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What rescous coude ye finde?<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For sothe, I trowe, you and your bowe<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_31_152" id="LNanchor_31_152"></a><a href="#Linenote_31_152" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Shuld</a> drawe for fere behynde:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And noo merveyle; for lytel avayle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were in your councel than;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherfore I too the woode wyl goo<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alone, a banysshed man."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ful wel knowe ye that wymen bee<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ful febyl for to fyght;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Noo womanhed is it indeede,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To bee bolde as a knight.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet in suche fere yf that ye were,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amonge enemys day and nyght,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wolde wythstonde, with bowe in hande,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To greeve them as I myght,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And you to save, as wymen have,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">From deth many one:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in my mynde, of all mankynde<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I love but you alone."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yet take good hede; for ever I drede<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ye coude not sustein<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The thorney wayes, the depe valeis,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The snowe, the frost, the reyn,<!-- Page 151 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The colde, the hete; for, drye or wete,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We must lodge on the playn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And us aboove noon other rove<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But a brake bussh or twayne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whiche sone shulde greve you, I beleve,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ye wolde gladly than<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I had too the grenewode goo<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alone, a banysshyd man."<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Syth I have here been partynere<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With you of joy and blysse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I must also parte of your woo<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Endure, as reason is;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet am I sure of oo plesure,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And shortly, it is this;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That where ye bee, mesemeth, perdé,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I coude not fare amysse.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wythout more speche, I you beseche<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That we were soon agone;<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in my mynde, of all mankynde<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I love but you alone."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yf ye goo thedyr, ye must consider,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whan ye have lust to dyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ther shel no mete be fore to gete,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor drinke, bere, ale, ne wine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ne shetis clene to lye betwene,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Made of thred and twyne:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Noon other house but levys and bowes<br /></span> +<!-- Page 152 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span><span class="i2">To kever your <a name="LNanchor_31_200" id="LNanchor_31_200"></a><a href="#Linenote_31_200" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">hed</a> and myn.<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loo, myn herte swete, this ylle dyet<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shuld make you pale and wan:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherfore I to the wood wyl goo<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alone, a banysshid man."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Amonge the wylde dere suche an archier<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As men say that ye bee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ne may not fayle of good vitayle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where is so grete plente;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And watir cleere of the ryvere<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shal be ful swete to me,<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wyth whiche in hele I shal right wele<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Endure, as ye shall see:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And er we go, a bed or too<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I can provide anoon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in my mynde, of all mankynde<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I love but you alone."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Loo, yet before, ye must doo more,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yf ye wyl goo with me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As cutte your here up by your ere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your kirtel by the knee;<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wyth bowe in hande, for to withstonde<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your enmys, yf nede bee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And this same nyght, before daylight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To woodward wyl I flee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And [if] ye wyl all this fulfylle,<span class="linenum">225</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Doo it shortely as ye can:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ellis wil I to the grene wode goo<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alone, a banysshyd man."<!-- 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">"I shal as now do more for you<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_31_230" id="LNanchor_31_230"></a><a href="#Linenote_31_230" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Than longeth to womanhede</a>,<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To short my here, a bowe to bere,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To shote in tyme of nede:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O my swete moder, before all other,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For you have I most drede!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now, adiew! I must ensue<span class="linenum">235</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wher fortune duth me leede.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All this make ye; now lete us flee;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The day <a name="LNanchor_31_238" id="LNanchor_31_238"></a><a href="#Linenote_31_238" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">cums</a> fast upon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in my mynde, of all mankynde<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I love but you alone."<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Nay, nay, not soo; ye shal not goo;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I shal telle you why;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your appetyte is to be lyght<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of love, I wele aspie:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For right as ye have sayd to me,<span class="linenum">245</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In lyke wyse, hardely,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye wolde answere, who so ever it were,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In way of company.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is sayd of olde, sone hote, sone colde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And so is a woman;<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherfore I too the woode wyl goo<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alone, a banysshid man."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yef ye take hede, <a name="LNanchor_31_253" id="LNanchor_31_253"></a><a href="#Linenote_31_253" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">yt is</a> noo nede<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Suche wordis to say bee me;<!-- Page 154 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For ofte ye preyd, and longe assayed,<span class="linenum">255</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or I you lovid, perdé.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And though that I of auncestry<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A barons doughter bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet have you proved how I you loved,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A squyer of lowe degree;<span class="linenum">260</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ever shal, what so befalle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To dey therfore anoon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in my mynde, of al mankynde<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I love but you alone."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A barons childe to be begyled,<span class="linenum">265</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">It were a curssed dede!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be felow with an outlawe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Almyghty God forbede!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet bettyr were the power squyer<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alone to forest yede,<span class="linenum">270</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than ye shal saye another day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That be [my] wyked dede<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye were betrayed; wherfore, good maide,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The best red that I can<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is that I too the greene wode goo<span class="linenum">275</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alone, a banysshed man."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Whatsoever befalle, I never shal<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of this thing you upbraid;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But yf ye goo, and leve me soo,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than have ye me betraied.<span class="linenum">280</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Remembre you wele, how that ye dele,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For yf ye, as ye sayde,<!-- Page 155 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be so unkynde to leve behynd<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your love, the Notbrowne Maide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trust me truly, that I shal dey,<span class="linenum">285</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sone after ye be gone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in my mynde, of all mankynde<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I love but you alone."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yef that ye went, ye shulde repent,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For in the forest now<span class="linenum">290</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I have purveid me of a maide,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whom I love more than you:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Another fayrer than ever ye were,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I dare it wel avowe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And of you bothe eche shulde be wrothe<span class="linenum">295</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">With other, as I trowe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It were myn ease to lyve in pease;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So wyl I, yf I can;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherfore I to the wode wyl goo<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alone, a banysshid man."<span class="linenum">300</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Though in the wood I undirstode<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye had a paramour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All this may nought remeve my thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But that I wil be your;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she shal fynde me softe and kynde,<span class="linenum">305</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And curteis every our,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glad to fulfylle all that she wylle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Commaunde me, to my power;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For had ye, loo, an hundred moo,<!-- Page 156 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_31_310" id="LNanchor_31_310"></a><a href="#Linenote_31_310" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Yet wolde I be that one.</a><span class="linenum">310</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in my mynde, of all mankynde<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I love but you alone."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Myn oune dere love, I see the prove<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ye be kynde and trewe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of mayde and wyf, in all my lyf,<span class="linenum">315</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The best that ever I knewe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be mery and glad, be no more sad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The case is chaunged newe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For it were ruthe that for your trouth<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You shuld have cause to rewe.<span class="linenum">320</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be not dismayed: whatsoever I sayd<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To you whan I began,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wyl not too the grene wod goo;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I am noo banysshyd man."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Theis tidingis be more glad to me<span class="linenum">325</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than to be made a quene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yf I were sure they shuld endure;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But it is often seen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When men wyl breke promyse, they speke<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The wordis on the splene.<span class="linenum">330</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye shape some wyle me to begyle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And stele fro me, I wene;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then were the case wurs than it was,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I more woo-begone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For in my mynde, of all mankynde<span class="linenum">335</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I love but you alone."<!-- Page 157 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye shal not nede further to drede:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wyl not disparage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You, God defende! sith you descende<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of so grete a lynage.<span class="linenum">340</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nou understonde, to Westmerlande,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which is my herytage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wyl you bringe, and wyth a rynge,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Be wey of maryage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wyl you take, and lady make,<span class="linenum">345</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As shortly as I can:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus have ye wone an erles son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And not a banysshyd man."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Here may ye see, that wymen be<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In love meke, kinde, and stable:<span class="linenum">350</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Late never man repreve them than,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or calle them variable;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But rather prey God that we may<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To them be comfortable,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whiche somtyme provyth suche as loveth,<span class="linenum">355</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yf they be charitable.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For sith men wolde that wymen sholde<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Be meke to them echeon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Moche more ought they to God obey,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And serve but hym alone.<span class="linenum">360</span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_31_9" id="Linenote_31_9"></a><a href="#LNanchor_31_9" title="link to line number">9</a>, to.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_31_28" id="Linenote_31_28"></a><a href="#LNanchor_31_28" title="link to line number">28</a>, they.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_31_30" id="Linenote_31_30"></a><a href="#LNanchor_31_30" title="link to line number">30</a>, Soe.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_31_35" id="Linenote_31_35"></a><a href="#LNanchor_31_35" title="link to line number">35</a>, cause.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_31_50" id="Linenote_31_50"></a><a href="#LNanchor_31_50" title="link to line number">50</a>. Wherfore.</p> + +<p>v. <a name="Linenote_31_98" id="Linenote_31_98"></a><a href="#LNanchor_31_98" title="link to line number">98</a>, Whan.</p> + +<p>v. <a name="Linenote_31_152" id="Linenote_31_152"></a><a href="#LNanchor_31_152" title="link to line number">152</a>, Shul.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_31_200" id="Linenote_31_200"></a><a href="#LNanchor_31_200" title="link to line number">200</a>, bed, Wright.</p> + +<p>v. <a name="Linenote_31_230" id="Linenote_31_230"></a><a href="#LNanchor_31_230" title="link to line number">230</a>, That, womanhod.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_31_238" id="Linenote_31_238"></a><a href="#LNanchor_31_238" title="link to line number">238</a>, cum.</p> + +<p>v. <a name="Linenote_31_253" id="Linenote_31_253"></a><a href="#LNanchor_31_253" title="link to line number">253</a>, yet is.</p> + +<p>v. <a name="Linenote_31_310" id="Linenote_31_310"></a><a href="#LNanchor_31_310" title="link to line number">310</a>, Of them I wolde be one. Percy MS.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 158 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_BAILIFFS_DAUGHTER_OF_ISLINGTON" id="THE_BAILIFFS_DAUGHTER_OF_ISLINGTON"></a>THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON.</h3> + + +<p>From <i>Reliques of Ancient English Poetry</i>, iii. 177. +Another copy is in Ritson's <i>Ancient Songs</i>, ii. 134.</p> + +<p>"From an ancient black-letter copy in the Pepys +collection, with some improvements communicated by +a lady as she had heard the same recited in her +youth. The full title is, <i>True love requited: Or, the +Bailiff's daughter of Islington</i>."—<span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There was a youthe, and a well-beloved youthe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he was a squires son:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He loved the bayliffes daughter deare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That lived in Islington.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yet she was coye, and would not believe<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That he did love her soe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Noe nor at any time would she<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Any countenance to him showe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when his friendes did understand<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His fond and foolish minde,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">They sent him up to faire London,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An apprentice for to binde.<!-- Page 159 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when he had been seven long yeares,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And never his love could see,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Many a teare have I shed for her sake,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">When she little thought of mee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then all the maids of Islington<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Went forth to sport and playe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All but the bayliffes daughter deare;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She secretly stole awaye.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She pulled off her gowne of greene,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And put on ragged attire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to faire London she would go,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her true love to enquire.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And as she went along the high road,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The weather being hot and drye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She sat her downe upon a green bank,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And her true love came riding bye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She started up, with a colour soe redd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Catching hold of his bridle-reine;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"One penny, one penny, kind sir," she sayd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Will ease me of much paine."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Before I give you one penny, sweet-heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Praye tell me where you were borne."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"At Islington, kind sir," sayd shee,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Where I have had many a scorne."<!-- Page 160 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I prythee, sweet-heart, then tell to mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O tell me, whether you knowe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bayliffes daughter of Islington."<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"She is dead, sir, long agoe."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If she be dead, then take my horse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My saddle and bridle also;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I will into some farr countrye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where noe man shall me knowe."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O staye, O staye, thou goodlye youthe,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She standeth by thy side;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She is here alive, she is not dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And readye to be thy bride."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O farewell griefe, and welcome joye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ten thousand times therefore;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For nowe I have founde mine owne true love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whom I thought I should never see more."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 161 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_BLIND_BEGGARS_DAUGHTER_OF" id="THE_BLIND_BEGGARS_DAUGHTER_OF"></a>THE BLIND BEGGAR'S DAUGHTER OF +BEDNALL GREEN.</h3> + + +<p>The copy here given of this favorite popular ballad +is derived from <i>Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs +of the Peasantry of England</i>, Percy Society, xvii. 60. +It is there printed from a modern broadside, "carefully +collated" with a copy in the Bagford collection. +In Percy's edition, (<i>Reliques</i>, ii. 171,) besides many +trivial emendations, eight modern stanzas (said to be +the work of Robert Dodsley) are substituted for the +first five of the Beggar's second song, "to remove absurdities +and inconsistencies," and to reconcile the +story to probability and true history! The copy in <i>A +Collection of Old Ballads</i>, ii. 202, is not very different +from the present, and the few changes that have been +made in the text selected, unless otherwise accounted +for, are adopted from that.</p> + +<p>"Pepys, in his diary, 25th June, 1663, speaks of +going with Sir William and Lady Batten, and Sir J. +Minnes, to Sir W. Rider's at Bednall Green, to dinner, +'a fine place;' and adds, 'This very house was +built by the Blind Beggar of Bednall Green, so much +talked of and sung in ballads; but they say it was +only some outhouses of it.'" <span class="smcap">Chappell</span>, <i>Popular +Musk of the Olden Time</i>, p. 159.<!-- Page 162 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This song's of a beggar who long lost his sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And had a fair daughter, most pleasant and bright;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And many a gallant brave suitor had she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And none was so comely as pretty Bessee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And though she was of complexion most fair,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_33_6" id="LNanchor_33_6"></a><a href="#Linenote_33_6" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Yet seeing</a> she was but a beggar his heir,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of ancient housekeepers despised was she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose sons came as suitors to pretty Bessee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wherefore in great sorrow fair Bessee did say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Good father and mother, let me now go away,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To seek out my fortune, whatever it be;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This suit then was granted to pretty Bessee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This Bessee, that was of a beauty most bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They clad in gray russet, and late in the night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From father and mother alone parted she,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who sighed and sobbed for pretty Bessee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She went till she came to Stratford-at-Bow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then she knew not whither or which way to go;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With tears she lamented her sad destiny,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So sad and so heavy was pretty Bessee.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She kept on her journey until it was day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And went unto Rumford along the highway;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at the King's Arms entertained was she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So fair and well-favoured was pretty Bessee.<!-- 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">She had not been there one month at an end,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But master and mistress and all was her friend;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every brave gallant that once did her see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was straightway in love with pretty Bessee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Great gifts they did send her of silver and gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in their songs daily her love they extoll'd;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her beauty was blazed in every degree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So fair and so comely was pretty Bessee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The young men of Rumford in her had their joy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She shewed herself courteous, but never too coy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at their commandment still she would be,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">So fair and so comely was pretty Bessee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Four suitors at once unto her did go,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They craved her favour, but still she said no;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I would not have gentlemen marry with me,"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet ever they honoured pretty Bessee.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now one of them was a gallant young knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he came unto her disguised in the night;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The second, a gentleman of high degree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who wooed and sued for pretty Bessee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A merchant of London, whose wealth was not small,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was then the third suitor, and proper withal;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her master's own son the fourth man must be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who swore he would die for pretty Bessee.<!-- Page 164 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If that thou wilt marry with me," quoth the knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I'll make thee a lady with joy and delight;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My heart is enthralled in thy fair beauty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then grant me thy favour, my pretty Bessee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The gentleman said, "Come marry with me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In silks and in velvets my Bessee shall be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My heart lies distracted, oh hear me!" quoth he,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And grant me thy love, my dear pretty Bessee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Let me be thy husband," the merchant did say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thou shalt live in London most gallant and gay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My ships shall bring home rich jewels for thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I will for ever love pretty Bessee."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then Bessee she sighed, and thus she did say;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My father and mother I mean to obey;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">First get their goodwill, and be faithful to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And you shall enjoy your dear pretty Bessee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To every one of them that answer she made;<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Therefore unto her they joyfully said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"This thing to fulfill we all now agree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But where dwells thy father, my pretty Bessee?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My father," quoth she, "is soon to be seen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The silly blind beggar of Bednall Green,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">That daily sits begging for charity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He is the kind father of pretty Bessee.<!-- Page 165 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"His marks and his token are knowen full well;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He always is led by a dog and a bell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A poor silly old man, God knoweth, is he,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet he is the true father of pretty Bessee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Nay, nay," quoth the merchant, "thou art not for me;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"She," quoth the innholder, "my wife shall not be;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I loathe," said the gentleman, "a beggars degree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Therefore, now farewell, my pretty Bessee."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Why then," quoth the knight, "happ better or worse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I weigh not true love by the weight of the purse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And beauty is beauty in every degree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then welcome to me, my dear pretty Bessee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"With thee to thy father forthwith I will go."<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Nay, forbear," quoth his kinsman, "it must not be so:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A poor beggars daughter a lady sha'nt be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then take thy adieu of thy pretty Bessee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As soon then as it was break of the day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The knight had from Rumford stole Bessee away;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The young men of Rumford, so <a name="LNanchor_33_91" id="LNanchor_33_91"></a><a href="#Linenote_33_91" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">sick</a> as may be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rode after to fetch again pretty Bessee.<!-- 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">As swift as the wind to ride they were seen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until they came near unto Bednall Green,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as the knight lighted most courteously,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">They fought against him for pretty Bessee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But rescue came presently over the plain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or else the knight there for his love had been slain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fray being ended, they straightway did see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His kinsman come railing at pretty Bessee.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then bespoke the Blind Beggar, "Altho' I be poor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rail not against my child at my own door;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though she be not decked in velvet and pearl,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet I will drop angels with thee for my girl;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And then if my gold should better her birth,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And equal the gold you lay on the earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then neither rail you, nor grudge you to see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Blind Beggars daughter a lady to be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But first, I will hear, and have it well known,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The gold that you drop it shall be all you own;"<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"With that," they replied, "contented we be;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Then heres," quoth the beggar, "for pretty Bessee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With that an angel he dropped on the ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dropped, in angels, full three thousand pound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And oftentimes it proved most plain,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the gentlemans one, the beggar dropped twain.<!-- Page 167 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So that the whole place wherein they did sit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With gold was covered every whit;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The gentleman having dropt all his store,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Said, "Beggar, your hand hold, for I have no more.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thou hast fulfilled thy promise aright;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Then marry my girl," quoth he to the knight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And then," quoth he, "I will throw you down,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An hundred pound more to buy her a gown."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The gentlemen all, who his treasure had seen,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Admired the Beggar of Bednall Green.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And those that had been her suitors before,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their tender flesh for anger they tore.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus was the fair Bessee matched to a knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And made a lady in others despite:<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fairer lady there never was seen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than the Blind Beggars daughter of Bednall Green.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But of her sumptuous marriage and feast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And what fine lords and ladies there prest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The second part shall set forth to your sight,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">With marvellous pleasure, and wished for delight.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_33_6" id="Linenote_33_6"></a><a href="#LNanchor_33_6" title="link to line number">6</a>. And seeing.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_33_91" id="Linenote_33_91"></a><a href="#LNanchor_33_91" title="link to line number">91</a>. Percy has <i>thicke</i>.<!-- Page 168 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span></p> +</div> + +<h4>PART II.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<a name="LNanchor_33_1" id="LNanchor_33_1"></a><a href="#Linenote_33_1" class="lnanchor" title="link to note"> +<span class="i0">Of a blind beggars daughter so bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That late was betrothed to a young knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All the whole discourse therof you did see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But now comes the wedding of pretty Bessee.<br /></span></a> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It was in a gallant palace most brave,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Adorned with all the cost they could have,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This wedding it was kept most sumptuously,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all for the love of pretty Bessee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And all kind of dainties and delicates sweet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was brought to their banquet, as it was thought meet;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Partridge, and plover, and venison most free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Against the brave wedding of pretty Bessee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The wedding thro' England was spread by report,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So that a great number thereto did resort,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of nobles and gentles of every degree,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all for the fame of pretty Bessee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To church then away went this gallant young knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His bride followed after, an angel most bright,<!-- Page 169 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">With troops of ladies, the like was ne'er seen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As went with sweet Bessee of Bednall Green.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This wedding being solemnized then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With music performed by skilfullest men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The nobles and <a name="LNanchor_33_23" id="LNanchor_33_23"></a><a href="#Linenote_33_23" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">gentles sat down at that tide</a>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each one beholding the beautiful bride.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But after the sumptuous dinner was done,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To talk and to reason a number begun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And of the Blind Beggars daughter most bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And what with his daughter he gave to the knight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then spoke the nobles, "Much marvel have we<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This jolly blind beggar we cannot yet see!"<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My lords," quoth the bride, "my father so base<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is loathe with his presence these states to disgrace."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The praise of a woman in question to bring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before her own face, is a flattering thing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But we think thy fathers baseness," quoth they,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Might by thy beauty be clean put away."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They no sooner this pleasant word spoke,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in comes the beggar in a silken cloak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A velvet cap and a feather had he,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 170 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span><span class="i0">And now a musician, forsooth, he would be.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And being led in, from catching of harm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He had a dainty lute under his arm;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Said, "Please you to hear any music of me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A song I will give you of pretty Bessee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With that his lute he twanged straightway,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thereon began most sweetly to play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And after a lesson was played two or three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He strained out this song most delicately:—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>"A beggars daughter did dwell on a green,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Who for her beauty <a name="LNanchor_33_50" id="LNanchor_33_50"></a><a href="#Linenote_33_50" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">might</a> well be a queen,</i><span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>A blythe bonny lass, and dainty was she,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And many one called her pretty Bessee.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>"Her father he had no goods nor no lands,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>But begged for a penny all day with his hands,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And yet for her marriage gave thousands three,</i><span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Yet still he hath somewhat for pretty Bessee.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>"And here if any one do her disdain,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Her father is ready with might and with main,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To prove she is come of noble degree,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Therefore let none flout at my pretty Bessee."</i><span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With that the lords and the company round<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a hearty laughter were ready to swound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At last said the lords, "Full well we may see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bride and the bridegroom's beholden to thee."<!-- 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">With that the fair bride all blushing did rise,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">With chrystal water all in her bright eyes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Pardon my father, brave nobles," quoth she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"That through blind affection thus doats upon me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If this be thy father," the nobles did say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Well may he be proud of this happy day,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet by his countenance well may we see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His birth with his fortune could never agree.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And therefore, blind beggar, we pray thee bewray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And <a name="LNanchor_33_74" id="LNanchor_33_74"></a><a href="#Linenote_33_74" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">look that the truth to us</a> thou dost say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy birth and thy parentage what it may be,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">E'en for the love thou bearest to pretty Bessee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Then give me leave, ye gentles each one,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A song more to sing and then I'll begone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if that I do not win good report,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then do not give me one groat for my sport:—<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>"When first our king his fame did advance,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And sought his title in delicate France,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>In many places great perils past he,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>But then was not born my pretty Bessee.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>"And at those wars went over to fight,</i><span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Many a brave duke, a lord, and a knight,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And with them young Monford of courage so free,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>But then was not born my pretty Bessee.</i><!-- 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"><i>"And there did young Monford with a blow on the face</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Lose both his eyes in a very short space;</i><span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>His life had been gone away with his sight,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Had not a young woman gone forth in the night.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>"Among the <a name="LNanchor_33_93" id="LNanchor_33_93"></a><a href="#Linenote_33_93" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">slain men</a>, her fancy did move</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>To search and to seek for her own true love,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Who seeing young Monford there gasping to die,</i><span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>She saved his life through her charity.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>"And then all our victuals in beggars attire,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>At the hands of good people we then did require;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>At last into England, as now it is seen,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>We came, and remained in Bednall Green.</i><span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>"And thus we have lived in Fortune's despyght,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Though poor, yet contented, with humble delight,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And in my old years, a comfort to me,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>God sent me a daughter, called pretty Bessee.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>"And thus, ye nobles, my song I do end,</i><span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Hoping by the same no man to offend;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Full forty long winters thus I have been,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>A silly blind beggar of Bednall Green."</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now when the company every one<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did hear the strange tale he told in his song,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">They were amazed, as well as they might be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Both at the blind beggar and pretty Bessee.<!-- Page 173 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With that the fair bride they all bid embrace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saying, "You are come of an honourable race;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy father likewise is of high degree,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou art right worthy a lady to be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus was the feast ended with joy and delight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A happy bridegroom was made the young knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who lived in great joy and felicity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With his fair lady, dear pretty Bessee.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_33_1" id="Linenote_33_1"></a><a href="#LNanchor_33_1" title="link to line number">1-4</a>. This stanza is wrongly placed at the end of the First +Part in the copy from which we reprint. In ed. 1723 it does +not occur. v. 3. therof you did, Percy, for, <i>therefore you +may</i>.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_33_23" id="Linenote_33_23"></a><a href="#LNanchor_33_23" title="link to line number">23</a>. gentlemen down at the side.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_33_50" id="Linenote_33_50"></a><a href="#LNanchor_33_50" title="link to line number">50</a>. may.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_33_74" id="Linenote_33_74"></a><a href="#LNanchor_33_74" title="link to line number">74</a>. look to us then the truth.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_33_93" id="Linenote_33_93"></a><a href="#LNanchor_33_93" title="link to line number">93</a>. said men.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 174 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_FAMOUS_FLOWER_OF_SERVING-MEN" id="THE_FAMOUS_FLOWER_OF_SERVING-MEN"></a>THE FAMOUS FLOWER OF SERVING-MEN +<br /><br /> +OR, +<br /><br /> +THE LADY TURNED SERVING-MAN.</h3> + + +<p>From <i>A Collection of Old Ballads</i>, i. 216. Percy's +edition, (iii. 126,) was from a written copy, "containing +some improvements, (perhaps modern ones.") +Mr. Kinloch has printed a fragment of this piece in +its Scottish dress, as taken down from the recitation +of an old woman in Lanark,—<i>Sweet Willie</i>, p. 96. +Several of the verses in the following are found also +in <i>The Lament of the Border Widow</i>; see <i>ante</i>, iii. 86.</p> + +<p>A similar story is found in Swedish and Danish: +<i>Liten Kerstin</i>, or <i>Stolts Botelid, Stalldräng, Svenska +Folk-Visor</i>, ii. 15, 20, Arwidsson, ii. 179: <i>Stolt Ingeborgs +Forklædning, Danske Viser</i>, No. 184.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You beauteous ladies, great and small,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I write unto you one and all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereby that you may understand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What I have suffer'd in this land.<!-- Page 175 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I was by birth a lady fair,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My father's chief and only heir,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when my good old father died,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then I was made a young knight's bride.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And then my love built me a bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bedeck'd with many a fragrant flower;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A braver bower you ne'er did see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than my true love did build for me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But there came thieves late in the night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They robb'd my bower, and slew my knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And after that my knight was slain,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I could no longer there remain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My servants all from me did fly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the midst of my extremity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And left me by myself alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a heart more cold than any stone.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yet, though my heart was full of care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven would not suffer me to despair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherefore in haste I chang'd my name<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From Fair Elise to Sweet William.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And therewithall I cut my hair,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dress'd myself in man's attire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My doublet, hose, and beaver hat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a golden band about my neck.<!-- Page 176 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With a silver rapier by my side,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So like a gallant I did ride;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The thing that I delighted on,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It was to be a serving-man.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus in my sumptuous man's array<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I bravely rode along the way;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at the last it chanced so,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I to the king's court did go.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then to the king I bow'd full low,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My love and duty for to show;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so much favour I did crave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I a serving-man's place might have.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Stand up, brave youth," the king replied,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thy service shall not be denied;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But tell me first what thou canst do;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou shalt be fitted thereunto.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Wilt thou be usher of my hall,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To wait upon my nobles all?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or wilt thou be taster of my wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To wait on me when I do dine?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Or wilt thou be my chamberlain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To make my bed both soft and fine?<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or wilt thou be one of my guard?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I will give thee thy reward."<!-- Page 177 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sweet William, with a smiling face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Said to the king, "If't please your grace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To show such favour unto me,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your chamberlain I fain would be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The king then did the nobles call,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To ask the counsel of them all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who gave consent Sweet William he<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The king's own chamberlain should be.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now mark what strange thing came to pass:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the king one day a hunting was,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all his lords and noble train,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet William did at home remain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sweet William had no company then<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">With him at home, but an old man;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when he saw the house was clear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He took a lute which he had there:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Upon the lute Sweet William play'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to the same he sung and said,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a sweet and noble voice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which made the old man to rejoice:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My father was as brave a lord<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As ever Europe did afford,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My mother was a lady bright,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My husband was a valiant knight:<!-- 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">"And I myself a lady gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bedeck'd with gorgeous rich array;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bravest lady in the land<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had not more pleasure at command.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I had my music every day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Harmonious lessons for to play;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I had my virgins fair and free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Continually to wait on me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But now, alas! my husband's dead,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all my friends are from me fled;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My former joys are pass'd and gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I am now a serving-man."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At last the king from hunting came,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And presently, upon the same,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He called for this good old man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus to speak the king began:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What news, what news, old man?" quoth he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"What news hast thou to tell to me?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Brave news," the old man he did say,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Sweet William is a lady gay."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If this be true thou tell'st to me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll make thee lord of high degree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But if thy words do prove a lie,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 179 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span><span class="i0">Thou shall be hang'd up presently."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when the king the truth had found,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His joys did more and more abound:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">According as the old man did say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet William was a lady gay.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Therefore the king without delay<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Put on her glorious rich array,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And upon her head a crown of gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which was most famous to behold.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And then, for fear of further strife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He took Sweet William for his wife:<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The like before was never seen,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A serving-man to be a queen.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 180 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_FAIR_FLOWER_OF_NORTHUMBERLAND" id="THE_FAIR_FLOWER_OF_NORTHUMBERLAND"></a>THE FAIR FLOWER OF NORTHUMBERLAND.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>Ritson's Ancient Songs and Ballads</i>, ii. 75.</p> + + +<p>Preserved in Thomas Deloney's <i>History of Jack +of Newbery</i>, whence it was extracted by Ritson. In +that extraordinary book, <i>The Minstrelsy of the English +Border</i>, (p. 201,) Ritson's copy is inserted without +acknowledgment, and with a few alterations for +the worse. Scottish versions of this ballad are given +by Kinloch, (<a href="#THE_PROVOSTS_DOCHTER_See_p_180"><i>The Provost's Dochter</i></a>, p. 131,) and by +Buchan, (<i>The Betrayed Lady</i>, ii. 208.) The former +of these is printed in our Appendix.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It was a Knight in Scotland born,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was taken prisoner, and left forlorn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Even by the good Earl of Northumberland.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then was he cast in prison strong,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, 'come' over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where he could not walk nor lye along,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Even by the good Earl of Northumberland.<!-- 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">And as in sorrow thus he lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Earl [s] sweet daughter walks that way,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she is the fair Flower of Northumberland.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And passing by like an angel bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The prisoner had of her a sight,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she the fair Flower of Northumberland.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And aloud to her this knight did cry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The salt tears standing in his eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she the fair Flower of Northumberland.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Fair lady," he said, "take pity on me,<span class="linenum">21</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let me not in prison die,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And you the fair Flower of Northumberland."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Fair Sir, how should I take pity on thee,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou being a foe to our country,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I the fair Flower of Northumberland."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Fair lady, I am no foe," he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Through thy sweet love here was I stay'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For thee, the fair Flower of Northumberland."<!-- Page 182 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Why shouldst thou come here for love of me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Having wife and children in thy country,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I the fair Flower of Northumberland."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I swear by the blessed Trinity,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I have no wife nor children, I,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor dwelling at home in merry Scotland.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If courteously thou wilt set me free,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I vow that I will marry thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So soon as I come in fair Scotland.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thou shalt be a lady of castles and towers,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sit like a queen in princely bowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were I at home in fair Scotland."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then parted hence this lady gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And got her fathers ring away,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To help this knight into fair Scotland.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Likewise much gold she got by sleight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all to help this forlorn knight,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wend from her father to fair Scotland.<!-- Page 183 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Two gallant steeds, both good and able,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She likewise took out of the stable,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To ride with the knight into fair Scotland.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And to the jaylor she sent this ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The knight from prison forth 'to' bring,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wend with her into fair Scotland.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This token set the prisoner free,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who straight went to this fair lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wend with her into fair Scotland.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A gallant steed he did bestride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with the lady away did ride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she the fair Flower of Northumberland.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They rode till they came to a water clear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Good Sir, how should I follow you here,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I the fair Flower of Northumberland?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The water is rough and wonderful deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on my saddle I shall not keep,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 184 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span><span class="i2">And I the fair Flower of Northumberland."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Fear not the foard, fair lady," quoth he,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For long I cannot stay for thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thou the fair Flower of Northumberland."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The lady prickt her wanton steed,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And over the river swom with speed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she the fair Flower of Northumberland.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From top to toe all wet was she,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thus have I done for love of thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I the fair Flower of Northumberland."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus rode she all one winters night,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till Edenborough they saw in sight,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The fairest town in all Scotland.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now chuse," quoth he, "thou wanton flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Whether' thou wilt be my paramour,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or get thee home to Northumberland.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For I have wife, and children five,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Edenborough they be alive,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then get thee home to fair England.<!-- 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">"This favour thou shalt have to boot,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'le have 'thy' horse, go thou on foot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Go, get thee home to Northumberland."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O false and faithless knight," quoth she,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And canst thou deal so bad with me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I the fair Flower of Northumberland?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Dishonour not a ladies name,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But draw thy sword and end my shame,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I the fair Flower of Northumberland."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He took her from her stately steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And left her there in extream need,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she the fair Flower of Northumberland.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then sat she down full heavily,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length two knights came riding by,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Two gallant knights of fair England.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She fell down humbly on her knee,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saying, "Courteous 'knights,' take pity on me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I the fair Flower of Northumberland.<!-- Page 186 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I have offended my father dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by a false knight, who brought me here<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From the good Earl of Northumberland."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They took her up behind them then<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And brought her to her father again,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he the good Earl of Northumberland.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All you fair maidens be warned by me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Follow, my love, come over the strand</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scots never were true, nor never will be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To lord, nor lady, nor fair England.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 187 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="GENTLE_HERDSMAN_TELL_TO_ME" id="GENTLE_HERDSMAN_TELL_TO_ME"></a>GENTLE HERDSMAN, TELL TO ME.</h3> + +<p class="center">From <i>Reliques of Ancient English Poetry</i>, ii. 82.</p> + + +<p>"The scene of this beautiful old ballad is laid near +Walsingham, in Norfolk, where was anciently an +image of the Virgin Mary, famous over all Europe +for the numerous pilgrimages made to it, and the +great riches it possessed. Erasmus has given a very +exact and humorous description of the superstitions +practised there in his time. See his account of the +Virgo Parathalassia, in his colloquy entitled, <i>Peregrinatio +Religionis Ergo</i>. He tells us, the rich offerings +in silver, gold, and precious stones that were +there shown him were incredible, there being scarce a +person of any note in England, but what some time or +other paid a visit or sent a present to Our Lady of +Walsingham. At the dissolution of the monasteries +in 1538, this splendid image, with another from Ipswich, +was carried to Chelsea, and there burnt in the +presence of commissioners; who, we trust, did not +burn the jewels and the finery.</p> + +<p>"This poem is printed from a copy in the Editor's +folio MS. which had greatly suffered by the hand of +time; but vestiges of several of the lines remaining, +some conjectural supplements have been attempted, +which, for greater exactness, are in this one ballad +distinguished by italics." <span class="smcap">Percy.</span><!-- Page 188 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gentle heardsman, tell to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of curtesy I thee pray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unto the towne of Walsingham<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which is the right and ready way.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Unto the towne of Walsingham<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The way is hard for to be gon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And verry crooked are those pathes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For you to find out all alone."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Weere the miles doubled thrise,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the way never soe ill,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Itt were not enough for mine offence,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Itt is soe grievous and soe ill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thy yeeares are young, thy face is faire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy witts are weake, thy thoughts are greene;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Time hath not given thee leave, as yett,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For to committ so great a sinne."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yes, heardsman, yes, soe woldest thou say,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If thou knewest soe much as I;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My witts, and thoughts, and all the rest,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 189 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span><span class="i2">Have well deserved for to dye.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I am not what I seeme to bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My clothes and sexe doe differ farr:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am a woman, woe is me!<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Born</i> to greeffe and irksome care.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>For</i> my beloved, and well-beloved,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>My wayward cruelty could kill:</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>And though my teares will nought avail,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Most dearely I bewail him</i> still.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>He was the flower of n</i>oble wights,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>None ever more sincere colde</i> bee;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Of comely mien and shape</i> hee was,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>And tenderlye he</i>e loved mee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>When thus I saw he lo</i>ved me well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>I grewe so proud his pa</i>ine to see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>That I, who did not</i> know myselfe,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Thought scorne</i> of <i>such a youth</i> as hee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And grew soe coy and nice to please,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As women's lookes are often soe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He might not kisse, nor hand forsooth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unlesse I willed him soe to doe.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<a name="LNanchor_36_41" id="LNanchor_36_41"></a><a href="#Linenote_36_41" class="lnanchor" title="link to note"> +<span class="i0">Thus being wearyed with delayes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see I pittyed not his greeffe,<br /></span></a><!-- Page 190 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span> +<a href="#Linenote_36_41" class="lnanchor" title="link to note"> +<span class="i0">He gott him to a secrett place,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And there he dyed without releeffe.<br /></span> +</a></div><div class="stanza"> +<a href="#Linenote_36_41" class="lnanchor" title="link to note"> +<span class="i0">And for his sake these weeds I weare,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sacriffice my tender age;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every day Ile begg my bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To undergoe this pilgrimage.<br /></span> +</a></div><div class="stanza"> +<a href="#Linenote_36_41" class="lnanchor" title="link to note"> +<span class="i0">Thus every day I fast and pray,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ever will doe till I dye;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gett me to some secrett place,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For soe did hee, and soe will I.<br /></span> +</a></div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now, gentle heardsman, aske no more,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But keepe my secretts I thee pray:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unto the towne of Walsingham<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Show me the right and readye way.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now goe thy wayes, and God before!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For he must ever guide thee still:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Turne downe that dale, the right hand path,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And soe, faire pilgrim, fare thee well!"<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_36_41" id="Linenote_36_41"></a><a href="#LNanchor_36_41" title="link to line number">41-52</a>. Stanzas 11, 12, 13, have been paraphrased by +Goldsmith in his ballad of <i>Edwin and Emma</i>.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 191 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="AS_I_CAME_FROM_WALSINGHAM" id="AS_I_CAME_FROM_WALSINGHAM"></a>AS I CAME FROM WALSINGHAM.</h3> + + +<p>From <i>The Garland of Good Will</i>, as reprinted by +the Percy Society, vol. <span class="smcap">XXX.</span> p. 111. Percy's copy +was communicated to him by Shenstone, and was retouched +by that poet.</p> + +<p>"The pilgrimage to Walsingham," remarks the +Bishop, "suggested the plan of many popular pieces. +In the Pepys collection, vol. i. p. 226, is a kind of +interlude in the old ballad style, of which the first +stanza alone is worth reprinting.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As I went to Walsingham,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the shrine with speede,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Met I with a jolly palmer<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In a pilgrimes weede.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Now God you save, you jolly palmer!'<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Welcome, lady gay!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oft have I sued to thee for love.'<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Oft have I said you nay.'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The pilgrimages undertaken on pretence of religion +were often productive of affairs of gallantry, and led +the votaries to no other shrine than that of Venus.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a>"<!-- Page 192 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></p> + +<p>"The following ballad was once very popular; it is +quoted in Fletcher's '<i>Knight of the Burning Pestle</i>,' +Act ii. sc. ult., and in another old play, called "<i>Hans +Beer-pot, his invisible Comedy</i>, &c. 4to 1618, Act i."</p> + +<p>"<i>As I went to Walsingham</i> is quoted in Nashe's +<i>Have with you to Saffron-Walden</i>, 1596, sign. <span class="smcap">L.</span>"—<span class="smcap">Chappell.</span> +</p> + +<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></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Hermets on a heape, with hoked staves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wenten to Walsingham, and her wenches after.'<br /></span> +<span class="i10"><i>Visions of Pierce Plowman</i>, fo. i.</span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<hr /> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"As you came from the holy-land<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of Walsingham,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Met you not with my true love<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By the way as you came?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"How should I know your true love,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That have met many a one,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As I came from the holy-land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That have come, that have gone?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"She is neither white nor brown,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But as the heavens fair;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is none hath a form so divine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the earth, in the air."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Such a one did I meet, good sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With angellike face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who like a queen did appear<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In her gait, in her grace."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"She hath left me here all alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All alone and unknown,<!-- Page 193 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who sometime lov'd me as her life,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And call'd me her own."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What's the cause she hath left thee alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a new way doth take,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That sometime did love thee as her life,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And her joy did thee make?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I loved her all my youth,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But now am old, as you see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love liketh not the fallen fruit,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor the withered tree.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For love is a careless child,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And forgets promise past;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He is blind, he is deaf, when he list,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And in faith never fast.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For love is a great delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yet a trustless joy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He is won with a word of despair,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And is lost with a toy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Such is the love of womankind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or the word abus'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under which many childish desires<br /></span> +<!-- Page 194 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span><span class="i2">And conceits are excus'd.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But love is a durable fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the mind ever burning;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Never sick, never dead, never cold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From itself never turning."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 195 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="KING_COPHETUA_AND_THE_BEGGAR-MAID" id="KING_COPHETUA_AND_THE_BEGGAR-MAID"></a>KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR-MAID.</h3> + + +<p>From Richard Johnson's <i>Crowne-Garland of +Goulden Roses</i>, (1612,) as reprinted by the Percy +Society, vi. 45. It is there simply entitled <i>A Song of +a Beggar and a King</i>. Given in Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, i. +202, "corrected by another copy."</p> + +<p>This story, and it would appear this very ballad, is +alluded to by Shakespeare and others of the dramatists.</p> + +<p>Thus, the 13th verse is partly quoted in <i>Romeo and +Juliet</i>, A. ii. sc. 1:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Again in <i>Love's Labour's Lost</i>, (printed in 1598,) +A. i. sc. 2.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Arm.</i> Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the +Beggar?</p> + +<p><i>Moth.</i> The world was very guilty of such a ballad some +three ages since, but, I think, now 'tis not to be found.</p></div> + +<p>See also <i>Henry Fourth</i>, P. ii. A. v. sc. 3, <i>Richard +Second</i>, A. v. sc. 3, and Ben Jonson's <i>Every Man in +his Humour</i>, A. iii. sc. 4,—all these cited by Percy.</p> + +<p>In <i>A Collection of Old Ballads</i>, i. 138, is a <i>rifacimento</i> +of this piece, in a different stanza, but following +the story closely and preserving much of the diction. +It is also printed in Evans's <i>Old Ballads</i>, ii. 361.<!-- Page 196 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I read that once in Affrica<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A prince that there did raine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who had to name Cophetua,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As poets they did faine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From natures workes he did incline,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For sure he was not of my minde,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He cared not for women-kind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But did them all disdain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But marke what happen'd by the way;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As he out of his window lay,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He saw a beggar all in grey,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which did increase his paine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The blinded boy that shootes so trim<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From heaven downe so high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He drew a dart and shot at him,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In place where he did lye:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which soone did pierce him to the quick,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For when he felt the arrow prick,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which in his tender heart did stick,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He looketh as he would dye.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"What sudden change is this," quoth he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"That I to love must subject be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which never thereto would agree,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But still did it defie?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then from his window he did come,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And laid him on his bed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thousand heapes of care did runne<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Within his troubled head.<!-- Page 197 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For now he means to crave her love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now he seeks which way to proove<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">How he his fancie might remove,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And not this beggar wed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Cupid had him so in snare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That this poore beggar must prepare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A salve to cure him of his care,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or els he would be dead.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And as he musing thus did lie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He thought for to devise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How he might have her company,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That so did maze his eyes.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"In thee," quoth he, "doth rest my life;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For surely thou shalt be my wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or else this hand with bloody knife,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The gods shall sure suffice."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then from his bed he 'soon' arose,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to his pallace gate he goes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Full little then this beggar knowes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When she the king <a name="LNanchor_38_48" id="LNanchor_38_48"></a><a href="#Linenote_38_48" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">espies</a>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The gods preserve your majesty,"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The beggars all gan cry;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Vouchsafe to give your charity,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Our childrens food to buy!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The king to them his purse did cast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they to part it made great haste;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This silly woman was the last<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That after them did hye.<!-- Page 198 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The king he cal'd her back again,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And unto her he gave his chaine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And said, "With us you shall remain<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till such time as we dye.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For thou," quoth he, "shalt be my wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And honoured like the queene;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With thee I meane to lead my life,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As shortly shall be seene:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our wedding day shall appointed be,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every thing in their degree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come on," quoth he, "and follow me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou shalt go shift thee cleane.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What is thy name?—go on," quoth he.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Penelophon, O King!" quoth she;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">With that she made a lowe courtsey;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A trim one as I weene.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus hand in hand along they walke<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unto the kings palace:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The king with courteous, comly talke<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">This beggar doth embrace.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The beggar blusheth scarlet read,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And straight againe as pale as lead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But not a word at all she said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was in such amaze.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">At last she spake with trembling voyce,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And said, "O King, I do rejoyce<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That you will take me for your choice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And my degree so base!"<!-- Page 199 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when the wedding day was come,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The king commanded straight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The noblemen, both all and some,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon the queene to waight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she behavd herself that day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As if she had never walkt the way;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She had forgot her gowne of gray,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which she did wear of late.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The proverb old is come to passe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The priest, when he begins the masse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forgets that ever clarke he was;<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He knowth not his estate.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Here you may read Cophetua,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Through fancie long time fed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Compelled by the blinded boy<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The beggar for to wed:<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He that did lovers lookes disdaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To do the same was glad and fain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or else he would himself have slaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In stories as we read.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Disdaine no whit, O lady deere,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But pitty now thy servant heere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lest that it hap to thee this yeare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As to the king it did.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And thus they lead a quiet life<br /></span> +<span class="i2">During their princely raigne,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in a tombe were buried both,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As writers shew us plaine.<!-- Page 200 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lords they tooke it grievously,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ladies tooke it heavily,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The commons cryed pittiously,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their death to them was pain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their fame did sound so passingly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That it did pierce the starry sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And throughout all the world did flye<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To every princes realme.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_38_48" id="Linenote_38_48"></a><a href="#LNanchor_38_48" title="link to line number">48</a>, espied.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 201 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_SPANISH_LADYS_LOVE" id="THE_SPANISH_LADYS_LOVE"></a>THE SPANISH LADY'S LOVE.</h3> + + +<p>From <i>The Garland of Good-Will</i>, as reprinted by +the Percy Society, xxx. 125. Other copies, slightly +different, in <i>A Collection of Old Ballads</i>, ii. 191, and +in Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, ii. 246.</p> + +<p>Percy conjectures that this ballad "took its rise +from one of those descents made on the Spanish coasts +in the time of Queen Elizabeth." The weight of +tradition is decidedly, perhaps entirely, in favor of the +hero's having been one of Essex's comrades in the +Cadiz expedition, but <i>which</i> of his gallant captains +achieved the double conquest of the Spanish Lady is +by no means satisfactorily determined. Among the +candidates put forth are Sir Richard Levison of +Trentham, Staffordshire, Sir John Popham of Littlecot, +Wilts, Sir Urias Legh of Adlington, Cheshire, +and Sir John Bolle of Thorpe Hall, Lincolnshire. +The right of the last to this distinction has been recently +warmly contended for, and, as is usual in similar +cases, strong circumstantial evidence is urged in +his favor. The reader will judge for himself of its +probable authenticity.</p> + +<p>"On Sir John Bolle's departure from Cadiz," it +is said, "the Spanish Lady sent as presents to his<!-- Page 202 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span> +wife a profusion of jewels and other valuables, among +which was her portrait drawn in green; plate, money, +and other treasures." Some of these articles are maintained +to be still in possession of the family, and also +a portrait of Sir John, drawn in 1596, at the age of +thirty-six, in which he wears the gold chain given him +by his enamored prisoner. See <i>The Times</i> newspaper +of April 30 and May 1, 1846, (the latter article cited +in <i>Notes and Queries</i>, ix. 573,) and the <i>Quarterly Review</i>, +Sept. 1846, Art. III. The literary merits of the +ballad are also considered in the <i>Edinburgh Review</i>, +of April, 1846.</p> + +<p>Shenstone has essayed in his <i>Moral Tale of Love +and Honour</i> to bring out "the Spanish Ladye and +her Knight in less grovelling accents than the simple +guise of ancient record," while Wordsworth, in a +more reverential spirit, has taken this noble old romance +as the model of his <i>Armenian Lady's Love</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Will you hear a Spanish lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How she woo'd an English man?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Garments gay as rich as may be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Decked with jewels, had she on;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of a comely countenance and grace was she,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by birth and parentage of high degree.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As his prisoner there he kept her,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In his hands her life did lie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cupid's bands did tie her faster,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By the liking of an eye;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">In his courteous company was all her joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To favour him in any thing she was not coy.<!-- 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">At the last there came commandment<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For to set the ladies free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With their jewels still adorned,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">None to do them injury:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Alas," then said this lady gay, "full woe is me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O let me still sustain this kind captivity!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O gallant captain, shew some pity<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To a lady in distress;<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leave me not within the city,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For to die in heaviness;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou hast set this present day my body free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But my heart in prison strong remains with thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"How should'st thou, fair lady, love me,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whom thou know'st thy country's foe?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy fair words make me suspect thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Serpents are where flowers grow."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"All the evil I think to thee, most gracious knight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God grant unto myself the same may fully light!<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Blessed be the time and season,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That you came on Spanish ground;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If you may our foes be termed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gentle foes we have you found.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With our city, you have won our hearts each one;<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then to your country bear away that is your own."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Rest you still, most gallant lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rest you still, and weep no more;<!-- Page 204 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of fair lovers there are plenty;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Spain doth yield a wondrous store."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Spaniards fraught with jealousie we often find;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But English men throughout the world are counted kind.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Leave me not unto a Spaniard;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You alone enjoy my heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am lovely, young, and tender,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And so love is my desert.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still to serve thee day and night my mind is prest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wife of every English man is counted blest."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It would be a shame, fair lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For to bear a woman hence;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">English soldiers never carry<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Any such without offence."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I will quickly change myself, if it be so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And like a page I'll follow thee, where'er thou go."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I have neither gold nor silver<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To maintain thee in this case,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to travel, 'tis great charges,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As you know, in every place."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My chains and jewels every one shall be thine own,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 205 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span><span class="i0">And eke ten thousand pounds in gold that lies unknown."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"On the seas are many dangers;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Many storms do there arise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which will be to ladies dreadful,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And force tears from wat'ry eyes."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Well in worth I could endure extremity,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I could find in heart to lose my life for thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Courteous lady, be contented;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here comes all that breeds the strife;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I in England have already<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A sweet woman to my wife:<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will not falsifie my vow for gold or gain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yet for all the fairest dames that live in Spain."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh how happy is that woman<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That enjoys so true a friend!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Many days of joy God send you!<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of my suit I'll make an end:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On my knees I pardon crave for this offence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which love and true affection did first commence.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Commend me to thy loving lady;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bear to her this chain of gold,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And these bracelets for a token;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Grieving that I was so bold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All my jewels in like sort bear thou with thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For these are fitting for thy wife, and not for me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I will spend my days in prayer,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Love and all her laws defie;<!-- Page 206 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a nunnery will I shroud me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Far from other company:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ere my prayers have end, be sure of this,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">[To pray] for thee and for thy love I will not miss.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thus farewell, most gentle captain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And farewell my heart's content!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Count not Spanish ladies wanton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though to thee my love was bent:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Joy and true prosperity goe still with thee!"<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The like fall ever to thy share, most fair lady."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 207 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="PATIENT_GRISSEL" id="PATIENT_GRISSEL"></a>PATIENT GRISSEL.</h3> + + +<p>The story of Griselda was first told in the <i>Decameron</i>. +Boccaccio derived the incidents from Petrarch, +and Petrarch seems to have communicated them also +to Chaucer, who (in his <i>Clerk of Oxenford's Tale</i>) first +made known the tale to English readers. The theme +was subsequently treated in a great variety of ways.<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> +Two plays upon the subject are known to have been +written, one of which (by Dekker, Chettle and Haughton) +has been printed by the Shakespeare Society, +while the other, an older production of the close of +Henry VIII.'s reign, is lost. About the middle of the +sixteenth century, (1565,) a <i>Song of Patient Grissell</i> +is entered in the Stationers' Registers, and a prose history +the same year. The earliest edition of the popular +prose history as yet recovered, dated 1619, has +been reprinted in the third volume of the Percy Society's +Publications.</p> + +<p>The ballad here given is taken from Thomas Deloney's +<i>Garland of Good Will</i>, a collection which was +printed some time before 1596. It was circulated after +that time, and probably even before the compilation +of the Garland, as a broadside, in black-letter, and also, +with the addition of a prose introduction and conclu<!-- Page 208 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span>sion, +as a tract or chap-book. In this last form it is +printed in the above-mentioned volume of the Percy +Society. The ballad in its proper simplicity is inserted +in <i>A Collection of Old Ballads</i>, i. 252.</p> + +<p>Percy's <i>Patient Countess</i> (<i>Reliques</i>, i. 310) is extracted +from <i>Albion's England</i>.</p> + +<p>The title in <i>The Garland of Good Will</i> is, <i>Of Patient +Grissel and a Noble Marquess</i>. <i>To the tune of the +Bride's Good Morrow.</i> Percy Society, vol. <span class="smcap">XXX.</span> p. 82.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> For the bibliography see Grässe's <i>Sagenkreise</i>, p. 282. +The story is also found, says some one, in the Swedish saga +of <i>Hakon Borkenbart</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A noble marquess, as he did ride a-hunting,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hard by a river side,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A proper maiden, as she did sit a-spinning,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His gentle eye espy'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Most fair and lovely, and of comely grace was she,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Although in simple attire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She sang most sweetly, with pleasant voice melodiously,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which set the lord's heart on fire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The more he lookt, the more he might;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beauty bred his hearts delight,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to this damsel he went.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"God speed," quoth he, "thou famous flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fair mistress of this homely bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where love and vertue live with sweet content."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With comely gesture and modest mild behaviour<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She bad him welcome then;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She entertain'd him in a friendly manner,<!-- Page 209 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all his gentlemen.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The noble marquess in his heart felt such flame<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which set his senses all at strife;<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth he, "Fair maiden, shew soon what is thy name:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I mean to take thee to my wife."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Grissel is my name," quoth she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Far unfit for your degree;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A silly maiden, and of parents poor."<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Nay, Grissel, thou art rich," he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A vertuous, fair, and comely maid;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Grant me thy love, and I will ask no more."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At length she consented, and being both contented,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They married were with speed;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her country russet was turn'd to silk and velvet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As to her state agreed:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when that she was trimly attired in the same,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her beauty shin'd most bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far staining every other brave and comely dame<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That did appear <a name="LNanchor_40_36" id="LNanchor_40_36"></a><a href="#Linenote_40_36" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">in sight</a>.<span class="linenum">36</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Many envied her therefore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because she was of parents poor,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And twixt her lord and her great strife did raise:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some said this, and some said that,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some did call her beggar's brat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to her lord they would her oft dispraise.<!-- Page 210 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O noble marquess," quoth they, "why do you wrong us,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thus basely for to wed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That might have got an honourable lady<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into your princely bed?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who will not now your noble issue still deride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which shall be hereafter born,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That are of blood so base by the mother's side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The which will bring them to scorn?<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Put her, therefore, quite away;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Take to you a lady gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whereby your lineage may renownèd be."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus every day they seem'd to prate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At malic'd Grissel's good estate,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who took all this most mild and patiently.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When that the marquess did see that they were bent thus<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Against his faithful wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom most dearly, tenderly, and intirely<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He loved as his life;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Minding in secret for to prove her patient heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thereby her foes to disgrace;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thinking to play a hard discourteous part,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That men might pity her case,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Great with child this lady was,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at length it came to pass,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Two lovely children at one birth she had;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A son and daughter God had sent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which did their father well content,<!-- Page 211 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And which did make their mothers heart full glad.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Great royal feasting was at the childrens christ'ning,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And princely triumph made;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Six weeks together, all nobles that came thither<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were entertain'd and staid.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when that these pleasant sportings quite were done,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The marquess a messenger sent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For his young daughter and his pretty smiling son,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Declaring his full intent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How that the babes must murthered be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For so the marquess did decree.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Come, let me have the children," he said:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With that fair Grissel wept full sore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She wrung her hands, and said no more;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"My gracious lord must have his will obey'd."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She took the babies from the nursing-ladies,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Between her tender arms;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She often wishes, with many sorrowful kisses,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That she might help their harms.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Farewel," quoth she, "my children dear;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Never shall I see you again;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis long of me, your sad and woful mother dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For whose sake you must be slain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had I been born of royal race,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You might have liv'd in happy case;<!-- Page 212 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But now you must die for my unworthiness.<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Come, messenger of death," quoth she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Take my despised babes to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to their father my complaints express."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He took the children, and to his noble master<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He brought them forth with speed;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who secretly sent them unto a noble lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To be nurst up indeed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then to fair Grissel with a heavy heart he goes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where she sat mildly all alone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A pleasant gesture and a lovely look she shows,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As if grief she had never known.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth he, "My children now are slain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What thinks fair Grissel of the same?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sweet Grissel, now declare thy mind to me."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Since you, my lord, are pleas'd with it,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Poor Grissel thinks the action fit;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Both I and mine at your command will be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The nobles murmur, fair Grissel, at thine honour,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I no joy can have<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till thou be banisht from my court and presence,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As they unjustly crave.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou must be stript out of thy stately garments;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And as thou camest to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In homely gray, instead of silk and purest pall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now all thy cloathing must be.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My lady thou must be no more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor I thy lord, which grieves me sore;<!-- Page 213 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The poorest life must now content thy mind:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A groat to thee I may not give,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thee to maintain, while I do live;<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Gainst my Grissel such great foes I find."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When gentle Grissel heard these woful tidings,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tears stood in her eyes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She nothing said, no words of discontentment<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did from her lips arise.<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her velvet gown most patiently she stript off,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her girdle of silk with the same;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her russet gown was brought again with many a scoff;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">To bear them all, herself [she] did frame.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When she was drest in this array,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ready was to part away,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"God send long life unto my lord," quoth she;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Let no offence be found in this,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To give my lord a parting kiss."<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With wat'ry eyes, "Farewel, my dear!" quoth he.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From stately palace, unto her father's cottage,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Poor Grissel now is gone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Full fifteen winters she lived there contented,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No wrong she thought upon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at that time thro' all the land the speeches went,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The marquess should married be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unto a noble lady of high descent,<!-- Page 214 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to the same all parties did agree.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The marquess sent for Grissel fair<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bride's bed-chamber to prepare,<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That nothing should therein be found awry;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bride was with her brother come,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which was great joy to all and some;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Grissel took all this most patiently.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And in the morning when that they should be wedded,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her patience now was try'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grissel was charged in princely manner<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For to attire the bride.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Most willingly she gave consent unto the same;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bride in her bravery was drest,<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And presently the noble marquess thither came,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With all the ladies at his request.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Oh Grissel, I would ask of thee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If to this match thou wouldst agree?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Methinks thy looks are waxed wondrous coy."<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">With that they all began to smile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Grissel she replies the while,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"God send lord marquess many years of joy!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The marquis was movèd to see his best belovèd<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thus patient in distress;<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He stept unto her, and by the hand he took her;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These words he did express:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thou art the bride, and all the brides I mean to have;<!-- Page 215 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">These two thy own children be."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The youthful lady on her knees did blessing crave,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The brother as willing as she.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And you that envy her estate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom I have made my loving mate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now blush for shame, and honour vertuous life;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The chronicles of lasting fame<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall evermore extol the name<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of patient Grissel, my most constant wife."<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_40_36" id="Linenote_40_36"></a><a href="#LNanchor_40_36" title="link to line number">36</a>, G. G. W., in her sight.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 216 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_KING_OF_FRANCES_DAUGHTER" id="THE_KING_OF_FRANCES_DAUGHTER"></a>THE KING OF FRANCE'S DAUGHTER.</h3> + + +<p>From Thomas Deloney's <i>Garland of Good Will</i>, +as reprinted by the Percy Society, vol. xxx. p. 52. +Other copies are in <i>Old Ballads</i>, (1723,) i. 181, Ritson's +<i>Ancient Songs</i>, ii. 136, and Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, iii. +207,—the last altered by the editor.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In the days of old,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When fair France did flourish,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stories plainly told<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lovers felt annoy.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The king a daughter had,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beauteous, fair, and lovely,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which made her father glad,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was his only joy.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A prince of England came,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose deeds did merit fame,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He woo'd her long, and lo, at last,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_41_12" id="LNanchor_41_12"></a><a href="#Linenote_41_12" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Look</a>, what he did require,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She granted his desire,<!-- Page 217 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their hearts in one were linked fast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which when her father proved,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord, how he was moved<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And tormented in his mind;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He sought for to prevent them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to discontent them,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fortune crosses lovers kind.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whenas these princely twain<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were thus debarr'd of pleasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the king's disdain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which their joys withstood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lady lockt up close<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her jewels and her treasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Having no remorse<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of state or royal blood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In homely poor array,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She went <a name="LNanchor_41_30" id="LNanchor_41_30"></a><a href="#Linenote_41_30" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">from court</a> away,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To meet her love and heart's delight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who in a forest great,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had taken up his seat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To wait her coming in the night.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But lo, what sudden danger,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To this princely stranger,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Chancèd as he sat alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By outlaws he was robbed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with poinard stabbed,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 218 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span><span class="i2">Uttering many a dying groan.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The princess, armed by him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And by true desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wandering all that night,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Without dread at all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still unknown, she past<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In her strange attire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Coming at the last<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Within echo's call.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"You fair woods," quoth she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Honoured may you be,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Harbouring my heart's delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which doth encompass here,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My joy and only dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My trusty friend, and comely knight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet, I come unto thee,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet, I come to wooe thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That thou may'st not angry be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For my long delaying,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thy courteous staying,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amends for all I make to thee."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Passing thus alone<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Through the silent forest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Many a grievous groan<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sounded in her ear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where she heard a man<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To lament the sorest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chance that ever came,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Forc'd by deadly fear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Farewel, my dear!" quoth he,<!-- Page 219 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Whom I shall never see,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For why, my life is at an end;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For thy sweet sake I die,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through villain's cruelty,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To shew I am a faithful friend.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here lie I a-bleeding,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">While my thoughts are feeding<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the rarest beauty found;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O hard hap that may be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Little knows my lady<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My heart-blood lies on the ground!"<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With that he gave a groan<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That did break asunder<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All the tender strings<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of his gentle heart:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She, who knew his voice,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">At his tale did wonder;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All her former joys<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did to grief convert.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Straight she ran to see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who this man should be,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That so like her love did speak;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And found, whenas she came,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her lovely lord lay slain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Smeer'd in blood which life did break.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which when that she espied,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord, how sore she cried!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her sorrows could not counted be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her eyes like fountains running,<!-- Page 220 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">While she cryed out, "My darling,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Would God that I had dy'd for thee!"<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His pale lips, alas!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Twenty times she kisséd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his face did wash<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With her brinish tears;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Every bleeding wound<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her fair face bedewed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wiping off the blood<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With her golden hairs.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_41_109" id="LNanchor_41_109"></a><a href="#Linenote_41_109" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">["Speak, my love," quoth she,]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Speak, fair prince, to me;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">One sweet word of comfort give;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lift up thy fair eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Listen to my cries,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Think in what great grief I live."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All in vain she sued,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">All in vain she wooed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The prince's life was fled and gone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There stood she still mourning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Till the sun's returning,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bright day was coming on.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In this great distress<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Quoth this royal lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Who can now express<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What will become of me?<!-- Page 221 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To my father's court<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Never will I wander,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But some service seek<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where I may placed be."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst she thus made her moan,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weeping all alone,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In this deep and deadly fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A forester all in green,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Most comely to be seen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ranging the wood did find her there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Round beset with sorrow.<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Maid," quoth he, "good morrow.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What hard hap hath brought you here?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Harder hap did never<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chance to a maiden ever;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here lies slain my brother dear.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Where might I be plac'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gentle forester tell me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where might I procure<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A service in my need?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pains I will not spare,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But will do my duty;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ease me of my care,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Help my extream need."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The forester all amazed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On her beauty gazed,<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Till his heart was set on fire:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If, fair maid," quoth he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"You will go with me,<!-- Page 222 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">You shall have your heart's desire."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He brought her to his mother,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And above all other<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He set forth this maiden's praise:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long was his heart inflamed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length her love he gained,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So fortune did his glory raise.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus unknown he matcht<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With the king's fair daughter;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Children seven he had,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ere she to him was known.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when he understood<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was a royal princess,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By this means at last<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He shewèd forth her fame:<br /></span> +<a name="LNanchor_41_169" id="LNanchor_41_169"></a> +<span class="i0"><a href="#Linenote_41_169" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">He cloath'd his children then</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><a href="#Linenote_41_169" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Not like other men,</a><span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_41_169" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">In party colours strange to see;</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><a href="#Linenote_41_169" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The right side cloth of gold,</a><!-- Page 223 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><a href="#Linenote_41_169" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The left side to behold</a><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_41_169" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Of woollen cloth still framèd he.</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Men thereat did wonder,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Golden fame did thunder<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This strange deed in every place;<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_41_178" id="LNanchor_41_178"></a><a href="#Linenote_41_178" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The king of France came thither</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Being pleasant weather,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the woods the hart to chase.<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The children there did stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As their mother willèd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the royal king<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Must of force come by;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their mother richly clad<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In fair crimson velvet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their father all in gray,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Most comely to the eye.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When this famous king,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Noting every thing,<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did ask him how he durst be so bold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To let his wife to wear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And deck his children there,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In costly robes of pearl and gold,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The forester bold replièd,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the cause descrièd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to the king he thus did say:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Well may they by their mother<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wear rich gold like other,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 224 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span><span class="i2">Being by birth a princess gay."<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The king upon these words<br /></span> +<span class="i2">More heedfully beheld them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till a crimson blush<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His conceit did cross.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The more I look," quoth he,<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Upon thy wife and children,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The more I call to mind<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My daughter whom I lost."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I am that Child," quoth she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Falling on her knee;<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Pardon me my soveraign liege!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The king perceiving this<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His daughter dear did kiss,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till joyful tears did stop his speech.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With his train he turnèd,<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with her sojournèd;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Straight he dubb'd her husband knight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He made him Earl of Flanders,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One of his chief commanders;—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thus was their sorrow put to flight.<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_41_12" id="Linenote_41_12"></a><a href="#LNanchor_41_12" title="link to line number">12</a>, Took.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_41_30" id="Linenote_41_30"></a><a href="#LNanchor_41_30" title="link to line number">30</a>, to court.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_41_109" id="Linenote_41_109"></a><a href="#LNanchor_41_109" title="link to line number">109</a>, from <i>Old Ballads</i>, 1723.</p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_41_169" id="Linenote_41_169"></a><a href="#LNanchor_41_169" title="link to line number">169-174</a>. "This will remind the reader of the livery and +device of Charles Brandon, a private gentleman, who married +the Queen Dowager of France, sister of Henry VIII. +At a tournament which he held at his wedding, the trappings +of his horse were half cloth of gold, and half frieze, with the +following motto:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Cloth of Gold, do not despise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' thou art matcht with Cloth of Frize;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cloth of Frize, be not too bold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' thou art matcht with Cloth of Gold.'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>See Sir W. Temple's Misc. vol. iii. p. 356." <span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p> + +<p><a name="Linenote_41_178" id="Linenote_41_178"></a><a href="#LNanchor_41_178" title="link to line number">178</a>, king he coming.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 225 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="CONSTANCE_OF_CLEVELAND" id="CONSTANCE_OF_CLEVELAND"></a>CONSTANCE OF CLEVELAND.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Collier's <i>Book of Roxburghe Ballads</i>, p. 163.</p> + + +<p>"This romantic ballad, in a somewhat plain and +unpretending style, relates incidents that may remind +the reader of the old story of Titus and Gisippus, +which was told in English verse by Edw. Lewicke, as +early as 1562: the ballad is not so ancient by, perhaps, +thirty or forty years; and the printed copy that +has come down to our day is at least fifty years more +recent than the date when we believe the ballad to +have been first published. The title the broadside +('Printed for F. Coles, J. W., T. Vere, W. Gilbertson,') +bears is, '<i>Constance of Cleveland: A very excellent +Sonnet of the most fair Lady Constance of +Cleveland, and her disloyal Knight</i>.' We conclude +that the incidents are mere invention, but <i>Constance +of Rome</i> is the name of a play, by Drayton, Munday +and Hathway, mentioned in Henslowe's Diary +under the year 1600, (p. 171.) The tune of <i>Crimson +Velvet</i> was highly popular in the reigns of Elizabeth +and her successor."<!-- Page 226 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center">To the Tune of <i>Crimson Velvet</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It was a youthfull knight<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lov'd a gallant lady;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fair she was and bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And of vertues rare:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Herself she did behave<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">So courteously as may be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wedded they were brave;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Joy without compare.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here began the grief,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pain without relief:<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her husband soon her love forsook,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To women lewd of mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Being bad inclin'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He only lent a pleasant look.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lady she sate weeping,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">While that he was keeping<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Company with others moe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her words, "My love, beleeve not,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come to me, and grieve not;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wantons will thee overthrow."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His fair Ladie's words<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nothing he regarded;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wantonnesse affords<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Such delightfull sport.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While they dance and sing,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">With great mirth prepared,<!-- Page 227 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She her hands did wring<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In most grievous sort.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O what hap had I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus to wail and cry,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unrespected every day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Living in disdain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While that others gain<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All the right I should enjoy!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am left forsaken,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Others they are taken:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ah my love! why dost thou so?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her flatteries beleeve not,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come to me, and grieve not;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wantons will thee overthrow."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Knight with his fair peece<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At length the Lady spied,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who did him daily fleece<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of his wealth and store:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Secretly she stood,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">While she her fashions tryed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a patient mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">While deep the strumpet swore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O Sir Knight, O Sir Knight," quoth she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"So dearly I love thee,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">My life doth rest at thy dispose:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By day, and eke by night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For thy sweet delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou shalt me in thy arms inclose.<br /></span> +<!-- Page 228 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span><span class="i0">I am thine for ever;<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still I will persever<br /></span> +<span class="i2">True to thee, where ere I go."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Her flatteries believe not,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come to me, and grieve not;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wantons will thee overthrow."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The vertuous Lady mild<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Enters then among them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Being big with child<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As ever she might be:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With distilling tears<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She looked then upon them;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Filled full of fears,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thus replyed she:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ah, my love and dear!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherefore stay you here,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Refusing me, your loving wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For an harlot's sake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which each one will take;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose vile deeds provoke much strife?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Many can accuse her:<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">O my love, O my love, refuse her!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With thy lady home return.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her flatteries beleeve not,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come to me, and grieve not;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wantons will thee overthrow."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All in a fury then<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The angry Knight up started,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Very furious when<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He heard his Ladie's speech.<!-- Page 229 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">With many bitter terms<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">His wife he ever thwarted,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Using hard extreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">While she did him beseech.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From her neck so white<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He took away in spite<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her curious chain of purest gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her jewels and her rings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all such costly things<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As he about her did behold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The harlot in her presence<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He did gently reverence,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to her he gave them all:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He sent away his Lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Full of wo as may be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who in a swound with grief did fall.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At the Ladie's wrong<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The harlot fleer'd and laughed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Enticements are so strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They overcome the wise.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Knight nothing regarded<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see the Lady scoffed:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus was she rewarded<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For her enterprise.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The harlot, all this space,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did him oft embrace;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">She flatters him, and thus doth say:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For thee Ile dye and live,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For thee my faith Ile give,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No wo shall work my love's decay;<!-- Page 230 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou shalt be my treasure,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou shalt be my pleasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou shalt be my heart's delight:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will be thy darling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will be thy worldling,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In despight of fortune's spight."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus he did remain<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In wastfull great expences,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till it bred his pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And consumed him quite.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When his lands were spent,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Troubled in his sences,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then he did repent<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of his late lewd life.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For relief he hies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For relief he flyes<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To them on whom he spent his gold:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They do him deny,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They do him defie;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They will not once his face behold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Being thus distressed,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Being thus oppressed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the fields that night he lay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which the harlot knowing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through her malice growing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sought to take his life away.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A young and proper lad<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They had slain in secret<!-- Page 231 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the gold he had,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whom they did convey<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By a ruffian lewd<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To that place directly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the youthful Knight<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fast a sleeping lay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bloody dagger than,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherewith they kill'd the man,<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hard by the Knight he likewise laid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sprinkling him with blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As he thought it good,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And then no longer there he stayd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Knight, being so abused,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was forthwith accused<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For this murder which was done;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he was condemned<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That had not offended;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shamefull death he might not shun.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When the Lady bright<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Understood the matter,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That her wedded Knight<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was condemn'd to dye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the King she went<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">With all the speed that might be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where she did lament<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her hard destiny.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Noble King!" quoth she,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Pitty take on me,<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pardon my poor husbands life;<!-- Page 232 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Else I am undone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With my little son:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let mercy mitigate this grief."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Lady fair, content thee;<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soon thou wouldst repent thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If he should be saved so:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sore he hath abus'd thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sore he hath misus'd thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Therefore, Lady, let him go."<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O my liege!" quoth she,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Grant your gracious favour:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dear he is to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though he did me wrong."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The King reply'd again,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">With a stern behaviour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A subject he hath slain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dye he shall ere long:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Except thou canst find<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Any one so kind,<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That will dye and set him free."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Noble King!" she said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Glad am I apaid;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That same person will I be.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will suffer duly,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will suffer truly,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For my love and husbands sake."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The King thereat amazed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though he her beauty praised,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He bad from thence they should her take.<!-- 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">It was the King's command,<span class="linenum">201</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the morrow after<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She should out of hand<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the scaffold go:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her husband was<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To bear the sword before her;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He must eke, alas!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Give the deadly blow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He refus'd the deed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She bid him to proceed,<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">With a thousand kisses sweet.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In this wofull case<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They did both imbrace,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which mov'd the ruffians in that place<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Straight for to discover<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">This concealed murder;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whereby the lady saved was.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The harlot then was hanged,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As she well deserved:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This did vertue bring to passe.<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 234 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="WILLOW_WILLOW_WILLOW" id="WILLOW_WILLOW_WILLOW"></a>WILLOW, WILLOW, WILLOW.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, i. 210.</p> + + +<p>This is the "song of willow" from which Desdemona +sings snatches in the Fourth Act of <i>Othello</i>, +(Sc. 3.) The portions which occur in Shakespeare +are the first stanza, and fragments of the fifth, sixth, +and seventh; he also introduces a couplet which does +not belong to the ballad as here given.</p> + +<p>The Second Part is very likely a separate composition. +Songs upon this model or with the same burden +were not infrequent. See one in Park's <i>Heliconia</i>, +Part i. 132, and another in <i>The Moral Play of Wit +and Science</i>, (Shakespeare Society,) p. 86.</p> + +<p>Percy gave this song from a black-letter copy in the +Pepys collection, entitled <i>A Lover's Complaint, being +forsaken of his Love</i>. Another version, differing principally +in arrangement, is printed in the above cited +publication of the Shakespeare Society, p. 126, from +a MS. in the British Museum, "written about the year +1633."</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A poore soule sat sighing under a sicamore tree;<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, willow, willow!</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, willow, willow!</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, willow, willow!</i><span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland.</i><!-- Page 235 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He sigh'd in his singing, and after each grone,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Come willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I am dead to all pleasure, my true-love is gone.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My love she is turned; untrue she doth prove;<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She renders me nothing but hate for my love.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O pitty me," cried he, "ye lovers, each one;<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her heart's hard as marble; she rues not my mone.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow, &c."</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The cold streams ran by him, his eyes wept apace;<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The salt tears fell from him, which drowned his face.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The mute birds sate by him, made tame by his mones;<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><!-- Page 236 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The salt tears fell from him, which softened the stones.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Let nobody blame me, her scornes I do prove;<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She was borne to be faire; I, to die for her love.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O that beauty should harbour a heart that's so hard!<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Sing willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My true love rejecting without all regard.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Let love no more boast him in palace or bower;<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For women are trothles, and flote in an houre.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But what helps complaining? In vaine I complaine:<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I must patiently suffer her scorne and disdaine.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow, &c.</i><!-- Page 237 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come, all you forsaken, and sit down by me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He that 'plaines of his false love, mine's falser than she.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The willow wreath weare I, since my love did fleet;<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A garland for lovers forsaken most meete.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland!</i>"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>PART THE SECOND.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Lowe lay'd by my sorrow, begot by disdaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, willow, willow!</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Against her too cruell, still, still I complaine.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, willow, willow!</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, willow, willow!</i><span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland!</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O love too injurious, to wound my poore heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To suffer the triumph, and joy in my smart!<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow, &c.</i><!-- Page 238 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O willow, willow, willow! the willow garlànd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">A sign of her falsenesse before me doth stand.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"As here it doth bid to despair and to dye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">So hang it, friends, ore me in grave where I lye.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"In grave where I rest mee, hang this to the view,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all that doe knowe her, to blaze her untrue.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"With these words engraven, as epitaph meet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Here lyes one, drank poyson for potion most sweet.'<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Though she thus unkindly hath scorned my love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And carelesly smiles at the sorrowes I prove;<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow, &c.</i><!-- Page 239 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I cannot against her unkindly exclaim,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cause once well I loved her, and honoured her name.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The name of her sounded so sweete in mine eare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">It rays'd my heart lightly, the name of my deare;<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"As then 'twas my comfort, it now is my griefe;<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">It now brings me anguish; then brought me reliefe.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, &c.</i><span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Farewell, faire false hearted, plaints end with my breath!<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, willow, willow!</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou dost loath me, I love thee, though cause of my death.<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, willow, willow!</i><span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>O willow, willow, willow!</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland.</i>"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 240 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="GREENSLEEVES" id="GREENSLEEVES"></a>GREENSLEEVES.</h3> + + +<p>From <i>A Handefull of Pleasant Delites</i>, &c., London, +1584, as reprinted in Park's <i>Heliconia</i>, vol. ii. +p. 23. It is there entitled <i>A New Courtly Sonet of the +Lady Greensleeves. To the new Tune of Greensleeves</i>.</p> + +<p>"The earliest mention of the ballad of <i>Green Sleeves</i>, +in the Registers of the Stationers' Company, is in September, +1580, when Richard Jones had licensed to him +<i>A New Northern Dittye of the Lady Green Sleeves</i>."</p> + +<p>"<i>Green Sleeves</i>, or <i>Which nobody can deny</i>, has +been a favorite tune from the time of Elizabeth to the +present day, and is still frequently to be heard in the +streets of London to songs with the old burden, <i>Which +nobody can deny</i>. It will also be recognized as the +air of <i>Christmas comes but once a year</i>, and many +another merry ditty." <span class="smcap">Chappell's</span> <i>Popular Music +of the Olden Time</i>, p. 227.</p> + +<p><i>Greensleeves</i> is twice alluded to by Shakespeare in +<i>The Merry Wives of Windsor</i>; Act ii. Sc. 1; Act v. +Sc. 5.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Alas, my love, ye do me wrong<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To cast me oft discurteously,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I have loved you so long,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Delighting in your companie.<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joy</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was my delight</i>,<!-- Page 241 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was my heart of gold</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>And who but Ladie Greensleeves</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I have been readie at your hand<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To grant what ever you would crave;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I have both waged life and land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your love and good will for to have.<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I bought thee kerchers to thy head<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That were wrought fine and gallantly;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I kept thee both at boord and bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which cost my purse well favouredly.<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I bought thee peticotes of the best,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The cloth so fine as fine might be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I gave thee jewels for thy chest,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all this cost I spent on thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy smock of silke, both faire and white,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With gold embrodered gorgeously,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy peticote of sendall right,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_44_20" id="LNanchor_44_20"></a><a href="#Linenote_44_20" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">And this</a> I bought thee gladly.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy girdle of gold so red,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With pearles bedecked sumtuously,<!-- Page 242 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span>—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The like no other lasses had,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yet thou wouldest not love me.<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy purse, and eke thy gay guilt knives,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy pincase, gallant to the eie,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No better wore the burgesse wives,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yet thou wouldst not love me.<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joy, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy crimson stockings, all of silk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With golde all wrought above the knee;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy pumps, as white as was the milk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yet thou wouldst not love me.<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy gown was of the grassie green,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thy sleeves of satten hanging by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which made thee be our harvest queen,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yet thou wouldst not love me.<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy garters fringed with the golde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And silver aglets hanging by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which made thee blithe for to beholde,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yet thou wouldst not love me.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My gayest gelding I thee gave,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To ride where ever liked thee,<!-- Page 243 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">No ladie ever was so brave,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yet thou wouldst not love me.<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My men were clothed all in green,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And they did ever wait on thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All this was gallant to be seen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yet thou wouldst not love me.<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They set thee up, they took thee downe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They served thee with humilitie;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy foote might not once touch the ground,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yet thou wouldst not love me.<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For everie morning, when thou rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I sent thee dainties, orderly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To cheare thy stomack from all woes,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yet thou wouldst not love me.<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou couldst desire no earthly thing<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But stil thou hadst it readily;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy musicke still to play and sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yet thou wouldst not love me.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And who did pay for all this geare,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That thou didst spend when pleased thee?<!-- Page 244 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Even I that am rejected here,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thou disdainst to love me.<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wel, I wil pray to God on hie<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That thou my constancie maist see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that yet once before I die<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou will vouchsafe to love me.<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Greensleeves, now farewel, adue!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">God I pray to prosper thee,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I am stil thy lover true;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Come once againe, and love me!<br /></span> +<span class="i6"><i>Greensleeves was all my joie, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_44_20" id="Linenote_44_20"></a><a href="#LNanchor_44_20" title="link to line number">20</a>, And thus.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 245 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="ROBENE_AND_MAKYNE" id="ROBENE_AND_MAKYNE"></a>ROBENE AND MAKYNE.</h3> + + +<p>This exceedingly pretty pastoral, the earliest poem +of the kind in the Scottish language, is ascribed in the +Bannatyne MS., where it is preserved, to Robert +Henryson, who appears to have written in the latter +half of the fifteenth century. All that is certainly +known of the author is that he was chief schoolmaster +of Dunfermline.</p> + +<p><i>Robene and Makyne</i> was first printed by Ramsay in +his <i>Evergreen</i>, (i. 56,) and afterwards by Lord Hailes, +in <i>Ancient Scottish Poems published from the MS. of +George Bannatyne</i>, (p. 98.) Some freedoms were +taken with the text by Ramsay, and one line was +altered by Lord Hailes. Our copy is given from Sibbald's +<i>Chronicle of Scottish Poetry</i>, (i. 115,) where the +manuscript is faithfully adhered to.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Robene sat on gud grene hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Keipand a flok of fie:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mirry Makyne said him till,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Robene, thow rew on me;<!-- Page 246 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I haif thé luvit, lowd and still,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thir yeiris two or thré;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My dule in dern bot gif thow dill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Doutles bot dreid I dé."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Robene answerit, "Be the rude,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Na thing of lufe I knaw,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bot keipis my scheip undir yone wud;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lo quhair thay raik on raw.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quhat hes marrit thé in thy mude,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Makyne, to me thow schaw;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or quhat is love, or to be lude?<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Faine wald I leir that law."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"At luvis lair gife thow will leir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tak thair ane A, B, C;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be kynd, courtas, and fair of feir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wyse, hardy, and fré.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sé that no denger do thé deir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Quhat dule in dern thow dré;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Preiss thé with pane at all poweir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Be patient and previe."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Robene answerit her agane:<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I wait nocht quhat is luve,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bot I haif mervell in certaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Quhat makis thé this wanrufe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The weddir is fair, and I am fane,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 247 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span><span class="i2">My scheip gois haill aboif,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And we wald play us in this plane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They wald us bayth reproif."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Robene, tak tent unto my taill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And wirk all as I reid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thow sall haif my hairt all haill,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Eik and my madinheid.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sen God sendis bute for baill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And for murning remeid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I dern with thé bot gif I daill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dowbtles I am bot deid."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Makyne, to morne this ilka tyde,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ye will meit me heir;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perventure my scheip ma gang besyd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Quhyll we haif liggit full neir:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bot maugre haif I, and I byd,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fra they begin to steir;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quhat lyis on hairt I will nocht hyd;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Makyne, than mak gud cheir."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Robene, thou reivis me roiss and rest;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I luve bot thé allone."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Makyne, adew, the sone gois west,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The day is neirhand gone."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Robene, in dule I am so drest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That lufe will be my bone."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ga lufe, Makyne, quhair evir thou list,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For leman I lue none."<!-- 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">"Robene, I stand in sic a style,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I sicht, and that full sair."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Makyne, I haif bene heir this quyle:<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At hame God gif I wair!"<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My hinny, Robene, talk ane quhyle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gif thou wilt do na mair."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Makyne, sum uthir man begyle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For hamewart I will fair."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Robene on his wayis went,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As licht as leif of tré;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Makyne murnit in her intent,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And trowd him nevir to sé.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Robene brayd attour the bent;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than Makyne cryit on hie,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Now ma thow sing, for I am schent!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Quhat alis lufe with me?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Makyne went hame withouttin faill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Full werry eftir cowth weip:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than Robene in a ful fair daill<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Assemblit all his scheip.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be that sum parte of Makyne's ail<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out throw his hairt cowd creip;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He followit hir fast thair till assail,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And till her tuke gude keep.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Abyd, abyd, thou fair Makyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A word for ony thing;<!-- Page 249 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For all my luve it sall be thyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Withouttin departing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All haill! thy harte for till haif myne,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is all my cuvating;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My scheip to morn, quhill houris nyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will neid of no keping."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Robene, thou hes hard soung and say,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In gestis and storeis auld,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>The man that will not quhen he may,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Sall haif nocht quhen he wald.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I pray to Jesu every day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mot eik thair cairis cauld,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That first preissis with thé to play,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Be firth, forrest, or fawld."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Makyne, the nicht is soft and dry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The wedder is warme and fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the grene woud rycht neir us by<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To walk attour all quhair:<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thair ma na janglour us espy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That is to lufe contrair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thairin, Makyne, bath ye and I,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unsene we ma repair."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Robene, that warld is all away,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And quyt brocht till ane end,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And nevir again thereto, perfay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sall it be as thou wend;<!-- Page 250 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For of my pane thou maide it play,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all in vane I spend:<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">As thou hes done, sa sall I say,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Murne on, I think to mend."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Makyne, the howp of all my heill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My hairt on thé is sett,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And evir mair to thé be leill,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Quhile I may leif but lett;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nevir to faill, as utheris faill,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Quhat grace that evir I gett."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Robene, with thé I will not deill;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Adew, for thus we mett."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Makyne went hame blyth anewche,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Attoure the holtis hair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Robene murnit, and Makyne lewche;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Scho sang, he sichit sair:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so left him, bayth wo and wreuch,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In dolour and in cair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Kepand his hird under a huche,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Amang the holtis hair.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 251 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="APPENDIX" id="APPENDIX"></a>APPENDIX.</h2> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 253 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="LORD_BEICHAN_AND_SUSIE_PYE_See_p_1" id="LORD_BEICHAN_AND_SUSIE_PYE_See_p_1"></a>LORD BEICHAN AND SUSIE PYE. See p. <a href="#Page_1">1</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center"><i>From Kinloch's Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 260.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Young Beichan was in London born,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He was a man of hie degree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He past thro' monie kingdoms great,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Until he cam unto Grand Turkie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He view'd the fashions of that land,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their way of worship viewed he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But unto onie of their stocks<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He wadna sae much as bow a knee:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Which made him to be taken straight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And brought afore their hie jurie;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The savage Moor did speak upricht,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And made him meikle ill to dree.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In ilka shoulder they've bor'd a hole,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And in ilka hole they've put a tree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They've made him to draw carts and wains,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till he was sick and like to dee.<!-- Page 254 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But young Beichan was a Christian born,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And still a Christian was he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which made them put him in prison strang,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And cauld and hunger sair to dree;<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fed on nocht but bread and water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Until the day that he mot dee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In this prison there grew a tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And it was unco stout and strang;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where he was chained by the middle,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Until his life was almaist gane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The savage Moor had but ae dochter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And her name it was Susie Pye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ilka day as she took the air,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The prison door she passed bye.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But it fell ance upon a day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she was walking, she heard him sing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She listen'd to his tale of woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A happy day for young Beichan!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My hounds they all go masterless,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">My hawks they flee frae tree to tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My youngest brother will heir my lands,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My native land I'll never see."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O were I but the prison-keeper,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As I'm a ladie o' hie degree,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I soon wad set this youth at large,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And send him to his ain countrie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She went away into her chamber,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All nicht she never clos'd her ee;<!-- Page 255 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when the morning begoud to dawn,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">At the prison door alane was she.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She gied the keeper a piece of gowd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And monie pieces o' white monie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To tak her thro' the bolts and bars;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The lord frae Scotland she lang'd to see;—<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She saw young Beichan at the stake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which made her weep maist bitterlie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O hae ye got onie lands," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Or castles in your ain countrie?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's what wad ye gie to the ladie fair<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wha out o' prison wad set you free?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It's I hae houses, and I hae lands,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' monie castles fair to see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I wad gie a' to that ladie gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wha out o' prison wad set me free."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The keeper syne brak aff his chains,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And set Lord Beichan at libertie:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She fill'd his pockets baith wi' gowd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To tak him till his ain countrie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She took him frae her father's prison,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gied to him the best o' wine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a brave health she drank to him;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I wish, Lord Beichan, ye were mine!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It's seven lang years I'll mak a vow,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And seven lang years I'll keep it true;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">If ye'll wed wi' na ither woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It's I will wed na man but you."<!-- 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">She's tane him to her father's port,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And gien to him a ship o' fame:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Farewell, farewell, my Scottish lord,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I fear I'll ne'er see you again."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lord Beichan turn'd him round about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lowly, lowly, loutit he:—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ere seven lang years come to an end,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll tak you to mine ain countrie."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">* * * *<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then when he cam to Glasgow town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A happy, happy man was he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ladies a' around him thrang'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see him come frae slaverie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His mother she had died o' sorrow,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' his brothers were dead but he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His lands they a' were lying waste,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In ruins were his castles free.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Na porter there stood at his yett<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Na human creature he could see,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Except the screeching owls and bats,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had he to bear him companie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But gowd will gar the castles grow,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he had gowd and jewels free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And soon the pages around him thrang'd,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To serve him on their bended knee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His hall was hung wi' silk and satin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His table rung wi' mirth and glee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He soon forgot the lady fair,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 257 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span><span class="i2">That lows'd him out o' slaverie.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lord Beichan courted a lady gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To heir wi' him his lands sae free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ne'er thinking that a lady fair<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was on her way frae Grand Turkie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For Susie Pye could get na rest,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor day nor nicht could happy be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still thinking on the Scottish Lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till she was sick and like to dee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But she has builded a bonnie ship,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weel mann'd wi' seamen o' hie degree;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And secretly she stept on board,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bid adieu to her ain countrie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But whan she cam to the Scottish shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bells were ringing sae merrilie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It was Lord Beichan's wedding day,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' a lady fair o' hie degree.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But sic a vessel was never seen;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The very masts were tapp'd wi' gold;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her sails were made o' the satin fine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Maist beautiful for to behold.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But whan the lady cam on shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Attended wi' her pages three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her shoon were of the beaten gowd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she a lady of great beautie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then to the skipper she did say,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Can ye this answer gie to me—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where are Lord Beichan's lands sae braid?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He surely lives in this countrie."<!-- 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">Then up bespak the skipper bold,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For he could speak the Turkish tongue,—<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Lord Beichan lives not far away;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This is the day of his wedding."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If ye will guide me to Beichan's yetts,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I will ye well reward," said she,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then she and all her pages went,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A very gallant companie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When she cam to Lord Beichan's yetts,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She tirl'd gently at the pin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sae ready was the proud porter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To let the wedding guests come in.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Is this Lord Beichan's house," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Or is that noble lord within?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Yes, he is gane into the hall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With his brave bride and monie ane."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll bid him send me a piece of bread,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bot and a cup of his best wine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bid him mind the lady's love<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ance did lowse him out o' pyne."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then in and cam the porter bold,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wat he gae three shouts and three,—<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The fairest lady stands at your yetts<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ever my twa een did see."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up bespak the bride's mither,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wat an angry woman was she,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"You micht hae excepted our bonnie bride,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tho' she'd been three times as fair as she."<!-- 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">"My dame, your daughter's fair enough,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And aye the fairer mot she be!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the fairest time that e'er she was,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She'll na compare wi' this ladie.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"She has a gowd ring on ilka finger,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And on her mid-finger she has three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She has as meikle gowd upon her head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As wad buy an earldom o' land to thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My lord, she begs some o' your bread,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bot and a cup o' your best wine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bids you mind the lady's love<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That ance did lowse ye out o' pyne."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up and started Lord Beichan,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wat he made the table flee,—<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I wad gie a' my yearlie rent<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Twere Susie Pye come owre the sea."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Syne up bespak the bride's mother,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was never heard to speak sae free,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll no forsake my ae dochter,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tho' Susie Pye has cross'd the sea?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Tak hame, tak hame, your dochter, madam,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For she is ne'er the waur o' me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She cam to me on horseback riding,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she sall gang hame in chariot free."<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He's tane Susie Pye by the milk-white hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And led her thro' his halls sae hie:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye're now Lord Beichan's lawful wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And thrice ye're welcome unto me."<!-- Page 260 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lord Beichan prepar'd for another wedding,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' baith their hearts sae fu' o' glee;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "I'll range na mair in foreign lands,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sin Susie Pye has cross'd the sea.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Fy! gar a' our cooks mak ready;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fy! gar a' our pipers play;<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fy! gar trumpets gae thro' the toun,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That Lord Beichan's wedded twice in a day!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 261 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="SWEET_WILLIAM_See_p_29" id="SWEET_WILLIAM_See_p_29"></a>SWEET WILLIAM. See p. <a href="#Page_29">29</a>.</h3> + + +<p>"Given from the chanting of an old woman. It +has never been before printed." Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, +p. 307.</p> + +<p>Other versions may be seen in that careless publication +of the Percy Society, <i>Scottish Traditional Versions +of Ancient Ballads</i>, vol. xvii. p. 57, <i>Lord William</i>, +and in Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, ii. +57, <i>Lord Lundy</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sweet William's gane over seas,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Some unco lair to learn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And our gude Bailie's ae dochter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is awa to learn the same.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In ae braid buik they learned baith,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In ae braid bed they lay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when her father cam to know,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He gart her come away.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It's you must marry that Southland lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His lady for to be;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's ye maun marry that Southland lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or nocht ye'll get frae me."<!-- Page 262 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I must marry that Southland lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Father, an it be your will;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I'd rather it were my burial day,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">My grave for to fill."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She walked up, she walked down,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Had nane to mak her moan,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing but the pretty bird<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sat on the causey stone.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If thou could speak, wee bird," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"As weel as thou can flee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would write a lang letter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Will ayont the sea."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What thou wants wi' Will," it says,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Thou'll seal it wi' thy ring;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tak a thread o' silk, and anither o' twine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And about my neck it hing."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What she wanted wi' Willie<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She sealed it wi' a ring;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Took a thread o' silk, anither of twine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">About its neck did hing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This bird flew high, this bird flew low,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This bird flew owre the sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until it entered the same chamber<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wherein was sweet Willie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This bird flew high, this bird flew low,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Poor bird, it was mista'en,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It loot the letter fa' on Baldie's breast,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 263 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span><span class="i2">Instead of sweet William.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Here's a letter, William," he says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I'm sure it's not to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gin the morn gin twelve o'clock<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your love shall married be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come saddle to me my horse," he said,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"The brown and a' that's speedie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'll awa' to Old England,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To bring hame my ladie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Awa he gade, awa he rade,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Awa wi' meikle speed;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He lichtit at every twa miles' end,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lichtit and changed his steed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When she entered the church style,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tear was in her e'e;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when she entered the church door,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A blythe sight did she see.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O hold your hand, you minister,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hold it a little wee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till I speak wi' the bonnie bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For she's a friend to me.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Stand off, stand off, you braw bridegroom,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Stand off a little wee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stand off, stand off, you braw bridegroom,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For the bride shall join wi' me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Up and spak the bride's father,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And an angry man was he,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If I had pistol, powther and lead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all at my command,<!-- Page 264 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's I would shoot thee stiff and dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the place where thou dost stand."<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Up and spoke then sweet William,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a blithe blink from his e'e:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If ye ne'er be shot till I shoot you,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'se ne'er be shot for me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come out, come out, my foremost man,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lift my lady on;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Commend me all to my goodmother,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At night when you gang home."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 265 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="YOUNG_CHILD_DYRING_See_p_29" id="YOUNG_CHILD_DYRING_See_p_29"></a>YOUNG CHILD DYRING. See p. <a href="#Page_29">29</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">Translated from the <i>Kjœmpeviser</i>, in <i>Illustrations of Northern +Antiquities</i>, p. 335.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It was the young Child Dyring,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' his mither rede did he:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I will me out ride<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sir Magnus's bride to see."<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>His leave the page takes to-day from his master.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Will thou thee out ride,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sir Magnus's bride to see?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sae beg I thee by Almighty God<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou speed thee home to me."<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Syne answer'd young Child Dyrè;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He rode the bride to meet;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The silk but and the black sendell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hang down to his horse feet.<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All rode they there, the bride-folk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On row sae fair to see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Excepting Sir Svend Dyrè,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And far about rode he.<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><!-- Page 266 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It was the young Child Dyrè rode<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Alone along the strand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bridle was of the red gold<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That glitter'd in his hand.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Twas then proud Lady Ellensborg,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And under weed smil'd she;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And who is he, that noble child<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That rides sae bold and free?"<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Syne up and spak the maiden fair<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was next unto the bride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"It is the young Child Dyrè<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That stately steed does ride."<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And is't the young Child Dyrè<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That rides sae bold and free?<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">God wot, he's dearer that rides that steed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor a' the lave to me!"<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All rode they there, the bridal train,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Each rode his steed to stall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All but Child Dyrè, that look'd whare he<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Should find his seat in the hall.<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sit whare ye list, my lordings;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For me, whate'er betide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here I shall sickerly sit the day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To hald the sun frae the bride."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><!-- Page 267 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then up spak the bride's father,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And an angry man was he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Whaever sits by my dochter the day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye better awa' wad be."<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It's I have intill Paris been,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And well my drift can spell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ay, whatever I have to say,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I tell it best my sell."<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sooth thou hast intill Paris lear'd<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A worthless drift to spell,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ay, whatever thou hast to say,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A rogue's tale thou must tell."<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ben stept he, young Child Dyrè,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor reck'd he wha might chide;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he has ta'en a chair in hand,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And set him by the bride.<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Twas lang i' the night; the bride-folk<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ilk ane look'd for his bed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And young Child Dyrè amang the lave<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Speer'd whare he should be laid.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Without, afore the stair steps,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or laigh on the cawsway stane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there may lye Sir Dyrè,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For ither bed we've nane."<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><!-- 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">'Twas ate intill the evening;<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bride to bed maun ga;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And out went he, Child Dyring,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To rouse his menyie a'.<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now busk and d'on your harnass,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But and your brynies blae,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And boldly to the bride-bower<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Full merrily we'll gae."<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sae follow'd they to the bride-bower<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That bride sae young and bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And forward stept Child Dyrè,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And quenched the marriage light.<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The cresset they've lit up again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But and the taper clear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And followed to the bride-bower<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That bride without a peer.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">* * * * * *<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And up Child Dyrè snatch'd the bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All in his mantle blae,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And swung her all so lightly<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon his ambler gray.<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They lock'd the bower, they lit the torch,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Twas hurry-scurry a',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While merrily ay the lovers gay<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rode roundly to the shaw.<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><!-- 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">In Rosen-wood they turn'd about<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To pray their bridal prayer;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Good night and joy, Sir Magnus!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For us ye'll see nae mair."<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sae rode he to the green wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And o'er the meadow green,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he came to his mither's bower,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ere folks to bed were gane.<br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out came proud Lady Metelild,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In menevair sae free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She welcom'd him, Child Dyring,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And his young bride him wi'.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +<span class="i8"><i>His leave, &c.</i><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now joys attend Child Dyring,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae leal but and sae bold;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's ta'en her to his ain castell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His bride-ale there to hold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>His leave the page takes to-day frae his master.</i><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 270 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="BARBARA_LIVINGSTON_See_p_38" id="BARBARA_LIVINGSTON_See_p_38"></a>BARBARA LIVINGSTON. See p. <a href="#Page_38">38</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 304, from recitation.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Four-and-twenty ladies fair<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were playing at the ba',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And out cam Barbara Livingston,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The flower amang them a'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out cam Barbara Livingston,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The flower amang them a';—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lusty Laird of <a name="LNanchor_A4_7" id="LNanchor_A4_7"></a><a href="#Linenote_A4_7" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Linlyon</a><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Has stoun her clean awa'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The hielands is no for me, kind sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The hielands is no for me;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But if you would my favour win,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye 'll tak me to Dundee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The hielands 'll be for thee, my dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The hielands will be for thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the lusty Laird o' Linlyon<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A-married ye shall be."<!-- Page 271 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When they cam to Linlyon's yetts,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lichtit on the green,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Every ane spak Earse to her,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tears cam trickling down.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When they went to bed at nicht,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Linlyon she did say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Och and alace! a weary nicht,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oh! but it's lang till day."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Your father's steed 's in my stable,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He 's eating corn and hay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And you 're lying in my twa arms;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What need you lang for day?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If I had paper, pen, and ink,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And candle for to see,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would write a lang letter<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To my love in Dundee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They brocht her paper, pen, and ink,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And candle for to see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she did write a lang letter<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To her love in Dundee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he cam to Linlyon's yetts,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lichtit on the green;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But lang or he wan up the stair<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His love was dead and gane.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Woe be to thee, Linlyon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An ill death may thou die!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou might hae ta'en anither woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And let my lady be.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_A4_7" id="Linenote_A4_7"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A4_7" title="link to line number">7</a>. Mr. Jamieson has "Glenlyon," which is probably the +right name. M.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 272 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="LANG_JOHNNY_MOIR_See_p_50" id="LANG_JOHNNY_MOIR_See_p_50"></a>LANG JOHNNY MOIR. See p. <a href="#Page_50">50</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, i. 248.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There lives a man in Rynie's land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Anither in Auchindore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bravest lad amo' them a',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was lang Johnny Moir.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Young Johnny was an airy blade,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fu' sturdy, stout, and strang;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sword that hang by Johnny's side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Was just full ten feet lang.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Young Johnny was a clever youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fu' sturdy, stout, and wight;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Just full three yards around the waist,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fourteen feet in hight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But if a' be true they tell me now,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' be true I hear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Young Johnny's on to Lundan gane,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The king's banner to bear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He hadna been in fair Lundan<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But twalmonths twa or three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till the fairest lady in a' Lundan<br /></span> +<!-- Page 273 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span><span class="i2">Fell in love wi' young Johnny.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This news did sound thro' Lundan town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till it came to the king,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That the muckle Scot had fa'in in love<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' his daughter, Lady Jean.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When the king got word o' that,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A solemn oath sware he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"This weighty Scott sall strait a rope,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hanged he shall be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When Johnny heard the sentence past,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A light laugh then gae he;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"While I hae strength to yield my blade,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye darena a' hang me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The English dogs were cunning rogues;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">About him they did creep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ga'e him draps o' lodomy<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That laid him fast asleep.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan Johnny waken'd frae his sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A sorry heart had he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His jaws and hands in iron bands,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His feet in fetters three.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O whar will I get a little wee boy<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will work for meat and fee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That will rin on to my uncle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At the foot of Benachie?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Here am I, a little wee boy,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will work for meat and fee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That will rin on to your uncle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At the foot of Benachie."<!-- Page 274 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Whan ye come whar grass grows green,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Slack your shoes and rin;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whan ye come whar water's strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'll bend your bow and swim.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And whan ye come to Benachie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'll neither chap nor ca';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sae well's ye'll ken auld Johnny there,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Three feet abeen them a'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll gie to him this braid letter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Seal'd wi' my faith and troth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ye'll bid him bring alang wi' him<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The body, Jock o' Noth."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Whan he came whar grass grew green,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He slack't his shoes and ran;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whan he came whar water's strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He bent his bow and swam.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And whan he came to Benachie,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did neither chap nor ca';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sae well's he kent auld Johnny there,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Three feet abeen them a'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What news, what news, my little wee boy?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye never were here before;"<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Nae news, nae news, but a letter from<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your nephew, Johnny Moir.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll take here this braid letter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Seal'd wi' his faith and troth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ye're bidden bring alang wi' you<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The body, Jock o' Noth."<!-- 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">Benachie lyes very low,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The tap o' Noth lyes high;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For a' the distance that's between,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He heard auld Johnny cry.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan on the plain these champions met,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Twa grizly ghosts to see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There were three feet between her brows,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And shoulders were yards three.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">These men they ran ower hills and dales,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ower mountains high;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till they came on to Lundan town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At the dawn o' the third day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And whan they came to Lundan town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The yetts were lockit wi' bands;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wha were there but a trumpeter,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' trumpet in his hands.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What is the matter, ye keepers all,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or what's the matter within,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That the drums do beat, and bells do ring,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And make sic dolefu' din?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There's naething the matter," the keeper said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"There's naething the matter to thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But a weighty Scot to strait the rope,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the morn he maun die."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O open the yetts, ye proud keepers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'll open without delay;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The trembling keeper smiling said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O I hae not the key."<!-- 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">"Ye'll open the yetts, ye proud keepers,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'll open without delay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or here is a body at my back<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Frae Scotland hae brought the key."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll open the yetts," says Jock o' Noth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Ye'll open them at my call;"<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then wi' his foot he has drove in<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Three yards braid o' the wall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As they gaed in by Drury-lane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And down by the town's hall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there they saw young Johnny Moir,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Stand on their English wall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye're welcome here, my uncle dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye're welcome unto me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye'll loose the knot, and slack the rope,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And set me frae the tree."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Is it for murder, or for theft?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or is it for robberie?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If it is for ony heinous crime,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There's nae remeid for thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It's nae for murder, nor for theft,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet for robberie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A' is for the loving a gay lady,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They're gaun to gar me die."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O whar's thy sword," says Jock o' Noth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Ye brought frae Scotland wi' thee?<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I never saw a Scotsman yet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But coud wield a sword or tree."<!-- Page 277 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A pox upo' their lodomy<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On me had sic a sway;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Four o' their men, the bravest four,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">They bore my blade away."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Bring back his blade," says Jock o' Noth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And freely to him it gie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or I hae sworn a black Scot's oath,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll gar five million die."<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now whar's the lady?" says Jock o' Noth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Sae fain I would her see;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"She's lock'd up in her ain chamber,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The king he keeps the key."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So they hae gane before the king,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">With courage bauld and free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their armour bright cast sic a light,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That almost dim'd his e'e.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O whar's the lady," says Jock o' Noth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Sae fain as I wou'd her see;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For we are come to her wedding,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Frae the foot o' Benachie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O take the lady," said the king,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Ye welcome are for me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I never thought to see sic men<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Frae the foot o' Benachie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If I had ken'd," said Jock o' Noth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Ye'd wonder'd sae muckle at me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wou'd hae brought ane larger far<br /></span> +<!-- Page 278 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span><span class="i2">By sizes three times three."<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Likewise if I had thought I'd been<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sic a great fright to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd brought Sir John o' Erskine park;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He's thretty feet and three."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Wae to the little boy," said the King,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Brought tidings unto thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let all England say what they will,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">High hanged shall he be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O if ye hang the little wee boy<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Brought tidings unto me,<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">We shall attend his burial,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And rewarded ye shall be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O take the lady," said the king,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And the boy shall be free:"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A priest, a priest," then Johnny cried,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"To join my love and me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"A clerk, a clerk," the king replied,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"To seal her tocher wi' thee."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out it speaks auld Johnny then,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These words pronounced he:<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I wantnae lands and rents at hame,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll ask nae gowd frae thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am possess'd o' riches great,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hae fifty ploughs and three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Likewise fa's heir to ane estate<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">At the foot o' Benachie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Hae ye ony masons in this place,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or ony at your call,<!-- Page 279 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">That ye may now send some of them,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To build your broken wall?"<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yes, there are masons in this place,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And plenty at my call;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ye may gang frae whence ye came,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Never mind my broken wall."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They've ta'en the lady by the hand,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And set her prison free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wi' drums beating, and fifes playing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They spent the night wi' glee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now auld Johnny Moir, and young Johnny Moir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Jock o' Noth, a' three,<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The English lady, and little wee boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Went a' to Benachie.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 280 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="LIZIE_BAILLIE_See_p_73" id="LIZIE_BAILLIE_See_p_73"></a>LIZIE BAILLIE. See p. <a href="#Page_73">73</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, ii. 173.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It fell about the Lammas time,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When flowers were fresh and green,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lizie Baillie to Gartartan went,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see her sister Jean.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She meant to go unto that place,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To stay a little while;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But mark what fortune her befell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When she went to <a name="LNanchor_A6_8" id="LNanchor_A6_8"></a><a href="#Linenote_A6_8" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">the isle</a>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It fell out upon a day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sheep-shearing at an end,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lizie Baillie she walk'd out,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see a distant friend.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But going down in a low glen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She met wi' Duncan Græme,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who courted her along the way,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Likewise convoyed her hame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My bonny Lizie Baillie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'll row you in my plaidie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If ye'll gang ower the hills wi' me,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 281 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span><span class="i2">And be a Highland ladie."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I winna gang alang wi' you;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Indeed I maun confess,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I can neither milk cow nor ewe,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet can I speak Earse."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O never fear, Lizie," he said,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"If ye will gang wi' me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All that is into my place,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Can speak as gude Scotch as thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But for a time we now maun part;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I hinna time to tarry;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Next when we twa meet again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Will be in Castlecarry."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When Lizie tarried out her time,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unto her father's came,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The very first night she arrived,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wha comes but Duncan Græme.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Says, "Bonny Lizie Baillie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A gude deed mat ye die;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Altho' to me ye brake your tryst,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now I am come for thee."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O stay at hame," her father said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Your mither cannot want thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gin ye gang awa' this night,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We'll hae a Killycrankie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My bonny Lizie Baillie,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">O come to me without delay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O wou'd ye hae sae little wit,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As mind what odd folks wad say?"<!-- 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">She wou'dna hae the Lowlandman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That wears the coat sae blue;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But she wou'd hae the Highlandman,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That wears the plaid and trews.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out it spake her mother then,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A sorry heart had she;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Wae be to his Highland face,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That's taen my lass frae me!"<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_A6_8" id="Linenote_A6_8"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A6_8" title="link to line number">8</a>. The island of Inchmahome, in the Lake of Menteith.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 283 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_RARE_BALLAD_OF_JOHNNIE_FAA_AND" id="THE_RARE_BALLAD_OF_JOHNNIE_FAA_AND"></a>THE RARE BALLAD OF JOHNNIE FAA AND +THE COUNTESS O'CASSILIS. See p. <a href="#Page_114">114</a>.</h3> + + +<p>From Sheldon's <i>Minstrelsy of the English Border</i>, +p. 329. The editor (or author, as he styles himself, +indifferently) of that audacious work, asserts that he +has "heard this ballad sung repeatedly by Willie Faa," +and has "endeavored to preserve as much of his version +as recollection would allow."</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There were seven Gipsies in a gang,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They were both brisk and bonny O,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They rode till they came to the Earl of Castle's house,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And there they sung so sweetly O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Earl of Castle's lady came down,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">With her waiting maid beside her O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As soon as her handsome face they saw,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They cast the glamour o'er her O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They gave to her a nutmeg brown,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which was of the belinger O;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She gave to them a far better thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The ring from off her finger O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Earl he flang his purse to them,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For wow! but they sung bonny O;<!-- Page 284 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gied them red wine and manchet cake,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all for the Gipsy laddie O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Earl wad gae hunt in Maybole woods,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For blythsome was the morning O,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hunt the deer wi' the yelping curs,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wi' the huntsman bugle sounding O.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Countess went doun to the ha',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To hae a crack at them fairly O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And och," she cried, "I wad follow thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the end o' the world or nearly O."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He kist the Countess lips sae red,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And her jimp white waist he cuddled O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She smoothed his beard wi' her luvely hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a' for her Gipsy laddie O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And och," she cried, "that I should love thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ever wrong my Earlie O;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I ken there's glamour in mine e'ee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To follow a Gipsy laddie O."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Quo he, "Thou art ane Earl's ladye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And that is kent fu' fairly O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But if thou comest awa wi' me,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou'lt be a queen so rarely O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'm Johnny Faa o' <a name="LNanchor_A7_37" id="LNanchor_A7_37"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_37" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Yetholm town</a>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There dwall my min and daddie O;<!-- Page 285 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sweet Countess, I'm nothing less<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than King o' the Gipsy laddies O."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She pull'd off her high heel'd shoes,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They were made of Spanish leather O,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She put on her Highland brogues,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To follow the Gipsy laddie O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At night, when my lord came riding home,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Enquiring for his lady O,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The waiting maid made this reply—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"She's following the Gipsy laddie O."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O now then," quo' the bonny Earl,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That ever siccan a thing suld be;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">All ye that love, oh never build<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Your nest upon the topmost tree.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For oh the green leaves they will fall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And roots and branches wither O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the virtue o' a leal woman,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I trow wad never swither O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Go saddle me my mylk white steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Go saddle it so sadly O,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I will ride out oure the lea,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To follow her Gipsy laddie O.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Go saddle me my bonny black,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And eke my gray cowt quickly O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gin I hae not Johnny Faa his head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The de'il may claw me tightly O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Have you been east, or have you been west,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or have you been brisk and bonny O,<!-- Page 286 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or have you seen a gay lady<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Following a Gipsy laddie O?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He rode all the summer's night,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And part of the next morning O;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length he espied his own wedded wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was cold, wet, and weary O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The leddy sabbed, the leddy cried,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And wrung her hands sae sadly O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye her moan was to the Earl,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To spare her Gipsy laddie O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Why did you leave your houses and lands,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or why did you leave your money O,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or why did you leave your own wedded lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To follow the Gipsy laddie O?"<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O what care I for houses and lands,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or what care I for money O?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So as I have brew'd, so I will drink,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So fare you well, my honey O."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They marched them to the gallows tree,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whilst the Earl stood at the window O;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aye the smile was on his lip,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As he thocht on the Gipsy laddie O.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There were seven Gipsies in a gang,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They were so brisk and bonny O,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they're to be hang'd all in a row,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For the Earl o' Castle's leddy O.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_A7_37" id="Linenote_A7_37"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_37" title="link to line number">37</a>. "Yetholm, on the borders of Northumberland, situated +among the recesses of the Cheviots, has ever been the +headquarters of the Gipsy tribes. The Faas, (a corruption +of Fall, their original designation,) the Youngs, Armstrongs, +and Gordons still look up to this straggling village as their +city of refuge." <span class="smcap">Sheldon.</span></p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 287 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="JAMIE_DOUGLAS_See_p_135" id="JAMIE_DOUGLAS_See_p_135"></a>JAMIE DOUGLAS. See p. <a href="#Page_135">135</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Finlay's <i>Scottish Ballads</i>, ii. 4.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When I fell sick, an' very sick,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An' very sick, just like to die,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A gentleman of good account<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He cam on purpose to visit me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But his blackie whispered in my lord's ear,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He was owre lang in the room wi' me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gae little page, an' tell your lord,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gin he will come and dine wi' me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll set him on a chair of gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And serve him on my bended knee."<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The little page gaed up the stair,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Lord Douglass, dine wi' your ladie:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She'll set ye on a chair of gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And serve you on her bended knee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"When cockle shells turn silver bells,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">When wine drieps red frae ilka tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When frost and snaw will warm us a',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then I'll cum down an' dine wi' thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But whan my father gat word o' this,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O what an angry man was he!<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He sent fourscore o' his archers bauld<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To bring me safe to his countrie.<!-- Page 288 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When I rose up then in the morn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My goodly palace for to lea',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I knocked at my lord's chamber door,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But ne'er a word wad he speak to me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But slowly, slowly, rose he up,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And slowly, slowly, cam he down,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when he saw me set on my horse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He caused his drums and trumpets soun.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now fare ye weel my goodly palace,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And fare ye weel, my children three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God grant your father grace to love you,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Far more than ever he loved me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He thocht that I was like himsel,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That had a woman in every hall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I could swear by the heavens clear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I never loved man but himsel.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As on to Embro' town we cam,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My guid father he welcomed me;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He caused his minstrels meet to sound,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was nae music at a' to me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now haud your tongue, my daughter dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Leave off your weeping, let it be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Jamie's divorcement I'll send over;<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Far better lord I'll provide for thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O haud your tongue, my father dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And of such talking let me be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For never a man shall come to my arms,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 289 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span><span class="i2">Since my lord has sae slighted me."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O an' I had ne'er crossed the Tweed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yet been owre the river Dee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I might hae staid at Lord Orgul's gate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where I wad hae been a gay ladie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The ladies they will cum to town,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And they will cum and visit me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I'll set me down now in the dark,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For ochanie! who'll comfort me?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">An' wae betide ye, black <a name="LNanchor_A8_59" id="LNanchor_A8_59"></a><a href="#Linenote_A8_59" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">fastness</a>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ay, and an ill deid may ye die!<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye was the first and foremost man<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wha parted my true lord and me.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_A8_59" id="Linenote_A8_59"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A8_59" title="link to line number">59</a>: fastness, printed Fastness by Finlay, is, says Motherwell, +merely falsetness, falseness.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 290 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="LAIRD_OF_BLACKWOOD_See_p_135" id="LAIRD_OF_BLACKWOOD_See_p_135"></a>LAIRD OF BLACKWOOD. See p. <a href="#Page_135">135</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 60.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I lay sick, and very sick,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I was bad, and like to die,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A friend o' mine cam to visit me;—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Blackwood whisper'd in my lord's ear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he was owre lang in chamber wi' me.<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O what need I dress up my head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor what need I kaim doun my hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whan my gude lord has forsaken me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And says he will na love me mair!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But O! an my young babe was born,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And set upon some nourice knee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I mysel war dead and gane,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a maid again I'll never be."—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Na mair o' this, my dochter dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And of your mourning let abee;<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For a bill of divorce I'll gar write for him,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A mair better lord I'll get for thee."<!-- Page 291 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Na mair o' this, my father dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And of your folly let abee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I wad na gie ae look o' my lord's face,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a' the lords in the haill countrie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But I'll cast off my robes o' red,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I'll put on my robes o' blue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I will travel to some other land,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see gin my love will on me rue.<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There sall na wash come on my face,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There sall na kaim come on my hair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There sall neither coal nor candle licht<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Be seen intil my bouer na mair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O! wae be to thee Blackwood,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And an ill death may ye die,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For ye've been the haill occasion<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of parting my lord and me."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 292 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_PROVOSTS_DOCHTER_See_p_180" id="THE_PROVOSTS_DOCHTER_See_p_180"></a>THE PROVOST'S DOCHTER. See p. <a href="#Page_180">180</a>.</h3> + +<p class="center">Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 131.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Provost's dochter went out a walking,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>A may's love whiles is easie won</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She heard a puir prisoner making his meane,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she was the fair flow'r o' Northumberland.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gif onie ladie wad borrow me<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out into this prison strang,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wad make her a ladie o' hie degree,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For I am a gret lard in fair Scotland."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She has dune her to her father's bed-stock,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>A may's love whiles is easie won</i>!<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She has stown the keys o' monie braw lock,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she has lows'd him out o' prison strang.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She has dune her to her father's stable,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>A may's love whiles is easie won</i>!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She has tane out a steed, baith swift and able,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To carry them baith to fair Scotland.<!-- Page 293 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan they cam to the Scottish corss,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>A may's love whiles is easie won</i>!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye brazen-faced hure, licht aff o' my horse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And go, get ye back to Northumberland."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan they cam to the Scottish muir,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>A may's love whiles is easie won</i>!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Get aff o' my horse, ye brazen-fac'd hure,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So, go, get ye back to Northumberland."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O pity on me! O pity!" said she,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O that my love was so easie won!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have pity on me, as I had upon thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whan I lows'd ye out o' prison strang."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O how can I hae pity on thee?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O why was your love sae easie won?<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whan I hae a wife and children three,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mair worthy than a' in Northumberland."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Cook in your kitchen I will be,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O that my love was sae easie won!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And serve your lady maist reverentlie,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For I darna gang back to Northumberland."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Cook in my kitchen, ye sall not be,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Why was your love so easie won?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I will hae na sic servants as thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So, get ye back to Northumberland.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But laith was he the lassie to tyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>A may's love whiles is easie won</i>!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He hired an auld horse, and fee'd an auld man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To carry her back to Northumberland.<!-- Page 294 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whan she cam her father afore,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>A may's love whiles is easie won</i>!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She fell at his feet on her knees sae low,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She was the fair flow'r o' Northumberland.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O dochter, dochter, why was ye bauld,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O why was your love sae easie won!<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be a Scot's hure in your fifteen year auld,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ye the fair flow'r o' Northumberland!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her mother on her sae gentlie smil'd,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"O that her love was sae easie won!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's na the first that the Scots hae beguil'd,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she's still the fair flow'r o' Northumberland.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"She shanna want gowd, she shanna want fee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Although her love was easie won;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She shanna want gowd to gain a man wi',<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she'll still be the fair flow'r o' Northumberland."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 295 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="BLANCHEFLOUR_AND_JELLYFLORICE" id="BLANCHEFLOUR_AND_JELLYFLORICE"></a>BLANCHEFLOUR, AND JELLYFLORICE.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, i. 125.</p> + + +<p>A fragment of the ancient English romance of +<i>Florice and Blancheflour</i> is printed in Hartshorne's +<i>Metrical Tales</i>, p. 81. For the complete story (hardly +a trace of which is retained in the following ballad) +see Ellis's <i>Early English Metrical Romances</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There was a maid, richly array'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In robes were rare to see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For seven years and something mair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She serv'd a gay ladie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But being fond o' a higher place,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In service she thought lang;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She took her mantle her about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her coffer by the band.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And as she walk'd by the shore side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As blythe's a bird on tree,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet still she gaz'd her round about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To see what she could see.<!-- Page 296 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At last she spied a little castle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That stood near by the sea;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She spied it far, and drew it near,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To that castle went she.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when she came to that castle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She tirled at the pin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ready stood a little wee boy<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To lat this fair maid in.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O who's the owner of this place,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O porter boy, tell me?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"This place belongs unto a queen<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O' birth and high degree."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She put her hand in her pocket,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ga'e him shillings three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O porter bear my message well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unto the queen frae me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The porter's gane before the queen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fell low down on his knee;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Win up, win up, my porter boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">What makes this courtesie?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I ha'e been porter at your yetts,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My dame, these years full three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But see a ladie at your yetts,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The fairest my eyes did see."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Cast up my yetts baith wide and braid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lat her come in to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'll know by her courtesie,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 297 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span><span class="i2">Lord's daughter if she be."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When she came in before the queen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fell low down on her knee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Service frae you, my dame, the queen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray you grant it me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If that service ye now do want,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">What station will ye be?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can ye card wool, or spin, fair maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or milk the cows to me?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"No, I can neither card nor spin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor cows I canno' milk;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But sit into a lady's bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And sew the seams o' silk."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What is your name, ye comely dame?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Pray tell this unto me:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O Blancheflour, that is my name,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Born in a strange countrie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O keep ye well frae Jellyflorice;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My ain dear son is he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When other ladies get a gift,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O' that ye shall get three."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It wasna tald into the bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till it went thro' the ha',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Jellyflorice and Blancheflour<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were grown ower great witha'.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When the queen's maids their visits paid,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upo' the gude Yule day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When other ladies got horse to ride,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She boud take foot and gae.<!-- 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">The queen she call'd her stable groom,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To come to her right seen;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Ye'll take out yon wild waith steed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bring him to the green.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll take the bridle frae his head,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The lighters frae his e'en;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere she ride three times roun' the cross,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her weel days will be dune."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Jellyflorice his true love spy'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she rade roun' the cross;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thrice he kiss'd her lovely lips,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And took her frae her horse.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Gang to your bower, my lily flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a' my mother's spite;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's nae other amang her maids,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In whom I take delight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye are my jewel, and only ane,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nane's do you injury;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For ere this-day-month come and gang,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My wedded wife ye'se be."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 299 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="CHIL_ETHER" id="CHIL_ETHER"></a>CHIL ETHER.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, ii. 228.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Chil Ether and Lady Maisry<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were baith born at ae birth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They lov'd each other tenderlie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Boon every thing on earth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"They ley likes na the summer shower,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor girse the mornin' dew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Better, dear Lady Maisry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than Chil Ether loves you."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The bonny doo likes na its mate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor babe at breast its mither,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Better, my dearest Chil Ether,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than Maisry loves her brither."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But he needs gae to gain renown,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into some far countrie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Chil Ether has gaen abroad,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To fight in Paynimie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And he has been in Paynimie<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A twalvemonth and a day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But never nae tidings did there come,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 300 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span><span class="i2">Of his welfare to say.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then she's ta'en ship, awa' to sail,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out ower the roaring faem;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A' for to find him, Chil Ether,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And for to bring him hame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She hadna sail'd the sea a month,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A month but barely three,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until she landit on Ciper's shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By the meen-licht sae lie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lady Maisry did on her green mantle,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Took her purse in her hand,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And call'd to her her mariners,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Syne walk'd up thro' the land.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She walked up, sae did she down,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till she came till castell high;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There she sat down on the door stane,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And weepit bitterlie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out it spake a sweet, sweet voice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Out ower the castell wa',<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Now isna that Lady Maisry<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That makes sic a dolefu' fa'?<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But gin that be Lady Maisry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lat her make mirth and glee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I'm her brother, Chil Ether,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That loves her tenderlie.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But gin that be Lady Maisry,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lat her take purse in hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gang to yonder castell wa',—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They call it Gorinand.<!-- Page 301 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Spier for the lord o' that castell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gie'm dollars thirty-three;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell him to ransom Chil Ether,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That loves you tenderlie."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's done her up to that castell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Paid down her gude monie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sae she's ransom'd Chil Ether,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And brought him hame her wi'.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 302 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="YOUNG_BEARWELL" id="YOUNG_BEARWELL"></a>YOUNG BEARWELL.</h3> + + +<p>"A fragment, and now printed in the hope that +the remainder of it may hereafter be recovered. +From circumstances, one would almost be inclined to +trace it to a Danish source; or it may be an episode +of some forgotten Metrical Romance: but this cannot +satisfactorily be ascertained, from its catastrophe being +unfortunately wanting." <i>Motherwell's Minstrelsy</i>, p. +345.</p> + +<p>The same is in Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of +Scotland</i>, ii. 75.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When two lovers love each other weel,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Great sin it were them to twinn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And this I speak from young Bearwell;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He loved a lady ying,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Mayor's daughter of Birktoun-brae,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That lovely leesome thing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">One day when she was looking out,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When washing her milk-white hands,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A13_9" id="LNanchor_A13_9"></a><a href="#Linenote_A13_9" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Then</a> she beheld him young Bearwell,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 303 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span><span class="i2">As he came in the sands.<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Says,—"Wae 's me for you, young Bearwell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Such tales of you are tauld;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They 'll cause you sail the salt sea so far<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As beyond Yorkisfauld."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O shall I bide in good green wood,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or stay in bower with thee?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">* * * * * *<br /></span> +<span class="i2">* * * * * *<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"The leaves are thick in good green wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Would hold you from the rain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if you stay in bower with me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You will be taken and slain.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But I caused build a ship for you,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon Saint Innocent's day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I 'll bid Saint Innocent be your guide,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Our Lady, that meikle may.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You are a lady's first true love;<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">God carry you weel away!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he sailed east and he sailed west,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By many a comely strand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At length a puff of northern wind<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Did blow him to the land.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he did see the king and court,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were playing at the ba';<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gave him a harp into his hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says,—"Stay, Bearwell, and play."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He had not been in the king's court<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">A twelvemonth and a day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till there came lairds and lords enew,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To court that lady gay.<!-- 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 wooed her with broach and ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They nothing could keep back;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The very charters of their lands<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into her hands they pat.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She 's done her down to Heyvalin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With the light of the mune:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says,—"Will ye do this deed for me,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And will ye do it sune?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Will ye go seek him young Bearwell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On seas wherever he be?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if I live and bruik my life,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rewarded ye shall be."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Alas, I am too young a skipper,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So far to sail the faem;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But if I live and bruik my life,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I 'll strive to bring him hame."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So he has sail'd east and then sail'd west,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">By many a comely strand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till there came a blast of northern wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And blew him to the land.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And there the king and all his court<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Were playing at the ba';<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gave him a harp into his hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says,—"Stay, Heyvalin, and play."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He has tane up the harp in hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And unto play went he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And young Bearwell was the first man<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">In all that companie.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_A13_9" id="Linenote_A13_9"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A13_9" title="link to line number">9</a>, That.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 305 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="LORD_THOMAS_OF_WINESBERRY_AND_THE" id="LORD_THOMAS_OF_WINESBERRY_AND_THE"></a>LORD THOMAS OF WINESBERRY AND THE +KING'S DAUGHTER.</h3> + + +<p>From Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, +ii. 212. Another version is given in Buchan's <i>Gleanings</i>, +p. 127, and a third by Kinloch, p. 93. Kinloch +considers that the ballad may relate to the secret expedition +of James V. to France, in 1536, in search of a +wife. In the last verse of his copy of the ballad, +Lord Thomas turns out to be no less a man than the +King of Scotland.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Seven years the king he staid<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into the land of Spain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seven years true Thomas was<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His daughter's chamberlain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But it fell ance upon a day<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The king he did come home;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She beked and she benjed ben,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And did him there welcome.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What aileth you, my daughter, Janet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You look sae pale and wan?<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is a dreder in your heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or else ye love a man."<!-- 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">"There is no dreder in my heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor do I love a man;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But it is for your long byding<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into the land of Spain."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ye'll cast aff your bonny brown gown,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lay it on a stane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I'll tell you, my jelly Janet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If ever ye loved a man."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's cast off her bonny brown gown,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And laid it on a stane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her belly was big, her twa sides high,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her colour it was quite gane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O is it to a man o' might, Janet?<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or is it till a man that's mean?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or is it to one of my poor soldiers,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I've brought hame frae Spain?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It's not till a man o' might," she says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Nor yet to a man that's mean;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But it is to Thomas o' Winesberry,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That cannot langer len'."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O where are all my wall-wight men,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I pay meat and fee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That will gae for him, true Thomas,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bring him here to me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the morn, ere I eat or drink,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">High hanged shall he be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She's turn'd her right and round about,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 307 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span><span class="i2">The tear blindet her e'e;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If ye do any ill to true Thomas,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ye'se never get guid o' me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When Thomas came before the king,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He glanced like the fire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His hair was like the threads o' gowd,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">His eyes like crystal clear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It was nae wonder, my daughter, Janet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Altho' ye loved this man;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If he were a woman, as he is a man,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My bed-fellow he would been.<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O will ye marry my daughter Janet?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The truth's in your right hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye'se hae some o' my gowd, and some o' my gear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the twalt part o' my land."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It's I will marry your daughter Janet;<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">The truth's in my right hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'll hae nane o' your gowd, nor nane o' your gear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I've enough in my own land.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But I will marry your daughter Janet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With thirty ploughs and three,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And four an' twenty bonny breast-mills,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All on the water of Dee.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 308 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="LADY_ELSPAT" id="LADY_ELSPAT"></a>LADY ELSPAT.</h3> + +<p class="center">Jamieson's <i>Popular Ballads</i>, ii. 191. From the recitation of +Mrs. Brown.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"How brent's your brow, my Lady Elspat?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How gouden yellow is your hair?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O' a' the maids o' fair Scotland,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">There's nane like Lady Elspat fair."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Perform your vows, sweet William," she says,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"The vows which ye ha' made to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at the back o' my mither's castell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This night I'll surely meet wi' thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But wae be to her brother's page,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That heard the words thir twa did say;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He's tald them to her lady mither,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wha wrought sweet William mickle wae.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For she has ta'en him, sweet William,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And she's gar'd bind him wi' his bow string,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till the red bluid o' his fair body<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Frae ilka nail o' his hand did spring.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O it fell ance upon a time<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That the Lord-justice came to town;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out has she ta'en him, sweet William,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 309 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span><span class="i2">Brought him before the Lord-justice boun'.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And what is the crime, now, lady," he says,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That has by this young man been dane?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O he has broken my bonny castell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That was weel biggit wi' lime and stane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And he has broken my bonny coffers,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That was weel bandit wi' aiken ban;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he has stown my rich jewels;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wot he has stown them every ane."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then out it spak her Lady Elspat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As she sat by Lord-justice' knee;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Now ye hae told your tale, mither,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray, Lord-justice, ye'll now hear me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"He hasna broken her bonny castell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That was weel biggit wi' lime and stane;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor has he stown her rich jewels,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">For I wat she has them every ane.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But though he was my first true love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And though I had sworn to be his bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Cause he hadna a great estate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She would this way our loves divide."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Syne out and spak the Lord-justice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I wat the tear was in his e'e;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I see nae faut in this young man;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sae loose his bands, and set him free.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And tak your love, now, Lady Elspat,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And my best blessin' you baith upon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For gin he be your first true love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He is my eldest sister's son.<!-- 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">"There stands a steed in my stable,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cost me baith gold and white mony;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye's get as mickle o' my free land<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As he'll ride about in a summer's day."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 311 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span></p> + +<h3><a name="THE_LOVERS_QUARREL_OR_CUPIDS" id="THE_LOVERS_QUARREL_OR_CUPIDS"></a>THE LOVERS QUARREL; OR, CUPIDS +TRIUMPH.</h3> + + +<p>"This 'pleasant History,' which 'may be sung to +the tune of Floras Farewell,' is here republished from +a copy printed at London for F. Cotes and others, +1677, 12mo. bl. 1., preserved in the curious and valuable +collection of that excellent and most respected +antiquary Antony à Wood, in the Ashmolean Museum; +compared with another impression, for the same +partners, without date, in the editor's possession. A +different copy of the poem, more in the ballad form, +was published, and may be found among the king's +pamphlets in the British Museum. Both copies are +conjectured to have been modernized, by different +persons, from some common original, which has hitherto +eluded the vigilance of collectors, but is strongly +suspected to have been the composition of an old +North country minstrel.</p> + +<p>"The full title is, <i>The Lovers Quarrel: or Cupids +Triumph: being the pleasant history of Fair Rosamond +of Scotland. Being daughter to the Lord Arundel, +whose love was obtained by the valour of Tommy Pots: +who conquered the Lord Phenix, and wounded him, and +after obtained her to be his wife. Being very delightful +to read</i>." <span class="smcap">Ritson</span>, <i>Pieces of Ancient Popular Poetry</i>, +p. 135.<!-- Page 312 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Of all the lords in Scotland fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ladies that been so bright of blee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is a noble lady among them all,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And report of her you shall hear by me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For of her beauty she is bright,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And of her colour very fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She's daughter to Lord Arundel,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Approv'd his parand and his heir.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ile see this bride," Lord Phenix said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That lady of so bright a blee,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if I like her countenance well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The heir of all my lands she'st be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when he came the lady before,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before this comely maid came he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O God thee save, thou lady sweet,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">My heir and parand thou shalt be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Leave off your suit," the lady said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"As you are a lord of high degree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You may have ladies enough at home,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I have a lord in mine own country:<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For I have a lover true of mine own,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A serving-man of low degree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One Tommy Pots it is his name,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My first love, and last that ever shall be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If that Tom Pots [it] is his name,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I do ken him right verily;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am able to spend fourty pounds a week,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where he is not able to spend pounds three."<!-- Page 313 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"God give you good of your gold," she said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And ever God give you good of your fee,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tom Pots was the first love that ever I had,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I do mean him the last to be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With that Lord Phenix soon was mov'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Towards the lady did he threat;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He told her father, and so it was prov'd,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">How his [fair] daughters mind was set.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O daughter dear, thou art my own,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The heir of all my lands to be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou shalt be bride to the Lord Phenix,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If that thou mean to be heir to me."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O father dear, I am your own,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And at your command I needs must be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But bind my body to whom you please,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My heart, Tom Pots, shall go with thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Alas! the lady her fondness must leave,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all her foolish wooing lay aside;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The time is come her friends have appointed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That she must be Lord Phenix bride.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With that the lady began to weep;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She knew not well then what to say,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">How she might Lord Phenix deny,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And escape from marriage quite away.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She call'd unto her little foot-page,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Saying, "I can trust none but thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Go carry Tom Pots this letter fair,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And bid him on Guildford-green meet me:<!-- 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">"For I must marry against my mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or in faith well proved it shall be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tell to him I am loving and kind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And wishes him this wedding to see.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But see that thou note his countenance well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And his colour, and shew it to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And go thy way and <a name="LNanchor_A16_63" id="LNanchor_A16_63"></a><a href="#Linenote_A16_63" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">hie</a> thee again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And forty shillings I will give thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For if he smile now with his lips,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">His stomach will give him to laugh at the heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then may I seek another true love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For of Tom Pots small is my part.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But if he blush now in his face,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then in his heart he will sorry be;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then to his vow he hath some grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And false to him I'le never be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Away this lacky-boy he ran,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And a full speed forsooth went he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he came to Strawberry-castle,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And there Tom Pots came he to see.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He gave him the letter in his hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before that he began to read,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He told him plainly by word of mouth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">His love was forc'd to be Lord Phenix bride.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he look'd on the letter fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The salt tears blemished his eye;<!-- Page 315 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "I cannot read this letter fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor never a word to see or spy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My little boy, be to me true,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here is five marks I will give thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all these words I must peruse;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And tell my lady this from me:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"By faith and troth she is my own,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By some part of promise, so it's to be found;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord Phenix shall not have her night nor day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Except he can win her with his own hand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"On Guildford-green I will her meet;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Say that I wish her for me to pray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For there I'le lose my life so sweet,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or else the wedding I mean to stay."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Away this lackey-boy he ran,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then as fast as he could hie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lady she met him two miles of the way;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says, "Why hast thou staid so long, my boy?<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My little boy, thou art but young,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It gives me at heart thou'l mock and scorn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ile not believe thee by word of mouth,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unless on this book thou wilt be sworn."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now by this book," the boy did say,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And Jesus Christ be as true to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tom Pots could not read the letter fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor never a word to spy or see.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"He says, by faith and troth you are his own,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 316 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span><span class="i2">By some part of promise, so it's to be found;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord Phenix shall not have you night nor day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Except he win you with his own hand.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"On Guildford-green he will you meet;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He wishes you for him to pray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For there he'l lose his life so sweet,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or else the wedding he means to stay."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If this be true, my little boy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These tidings which thou tellest to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forty shillings I did thee promise,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Here is ten pounds I will give thee.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My maidens all," the lady said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That ever wish me well to prove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now let us all kneel down and pray,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That Tommy Pots may win his love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If it be his fortune the better to win,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As I pray to Christ in trinity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ile make him the flower of all his kin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For the young Lord Arundel he shall be."<br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p><a name="Linenote_A16_63" id="Linenote_A16_63"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A16_63" title="link to line number">63</a>, high.</p> +</div> + +<h4>THE SECOND PART.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let's leave talking of this lady fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In prayers full good where she may be;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now let us talk of Tommy Pots;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To his lord and master for aid went he.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when he came Lord Jockey before,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He kneeled lowly on his knee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"What news, what news, thou Tommy Pots,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou art so full of courtesie?<!-- Page 317 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What tydings, what tydings, thou Tommy Pots,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou art so full of courtesie?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou hast slain some of thy fellows fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or wrought to me some villany."<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I have slain none of my fellows fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor wrought to you no villany,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I have a love in Scotland fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I fear I shall lose her with poverty.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If you'l not believe me by word of mouth,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But read this letter, and you shall see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here by all these suspitious words<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That she her own self hath sent to me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when he had read the letter fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of all the suspitious words in it might be,<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O Tommy Pots, take thou no care,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou'st never lose her with poverty.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For thou'st have forty pounds a week,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In gold and silver thou shalt row,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Harvy town I will give thee,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As long as thou intend'st to wooe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thou'st have forty of thy fellows fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And forty horses to go with thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forty of the best spears I have,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I myself in thy company."<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I thank you, master," said Tommy Pots,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That proffer is too good for me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, if Jesus Christ stand on my side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My own hands shall set her free.<!-- Page 318 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"God be with you, master," said Tommy Pots,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Now Jesus Christ you save and see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If ever I come alive again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Staid the wedding it shall be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O God be your speed, thou Tommy Pots,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou art well proved for a man;<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">See never a drop of blood thou spil,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor yonder gentleman confound.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"See that some truce with him thou take,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And appoint a place of liberty;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let him provide him as well as he can,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">As well provided thou shalt be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when he came to Guildford-green,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And there had walkt a little aside,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There he was ware of Lord Phenix come,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Lady Rosamond his bride.<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Away by the bride then Tommy Pots went,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But never a word to her he did say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he the Lord Phenix came before;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He gave him the right time of the day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O welcome, welcome, thou Tommy Pots,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou serving-man of low degree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How doth thy lord and master at home,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all the ladies in that country?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My lord and master is in good health,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I trust since that I did him see;<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will you walk with me to an out-side,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Two or three words to talk with me?<!-- Page 319 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You are a noble man," said Tom,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And born a lord in Scotland free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You may have ladies enough at home,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And never take my love from me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Away, away, thou Tommy Pots;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou serving-man, stand thou aside;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is not a serving-man this day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That can hinder me of my bride."<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If I be a serving-man," said Tom,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And you a lord of high degree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A spear or two with you I'le run,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before I'le lose her cowardly.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Appoint a place, I will thee meet,<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Appoint a place of liberty;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For there I'le lose my life so sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or else my lady I'le set free."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"On Guildford-green I will thee meet;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">No man nor boy shall come with me."<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"As I am a man," said Tommy Pots,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"I'le have as few in my company."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And thus staid the marriage was,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bride unmarried went home again;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then to her maids fast did she laugh,<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And in her heart she was full fain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"My maidens all," the lady said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That ever wait on me this day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now let us all kneel [lowly] down,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 320 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span><span class="i2">And for Tommy Pots let us all pray.<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If it be his fortune the better to win,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As I trust to God in trinity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ile make him the flower of all his kin,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For the young Lord Arundel he shall be."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>THE THIRD PART.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When Tom Pots came home again,<span class="linenum">225</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To try for his love he had but a week;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For sorrow, God wot, he need not care,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For four days that he fel sick.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With that his master to him came,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Says, "Pray thee, Tom Pots, tell me if thou doubt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether thou hast gotten thy gay lady,<span class="linenum">231</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or thou must go thy love without."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O master, yet it is unknown;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Within these two days well try'd it must be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He is a lord, I am but a serving-man,<span class="linenum">235</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I fear I shall lose her with poverty."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I prethee, Tom Pots, get thee on thy feet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My former promises kept shall be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As I am a lord in Scotland fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou'st never lose her with poverty.<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For thou'st have the half of my lands a year,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And that will raise thee many a pound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before thou shalt out-braved be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou shalt drop angels with him on the ground."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I thank you, master," said Tommy Pots,<span class="linenum">245</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Yet there is one thing of you I would fain;<!-- Page 321 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">If that I lose my lady sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How I'st restore your goods again?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If that thou win the lady sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou mayst well forth thou shalt pay me:<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">If thou losest thy lady, thou losest enough;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thou shalt not pay me one penny."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You have thirty horses in one close,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You keep them all both frank and free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst them all there's an old white horse<span class="linenum">255</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">This day would set my lady free.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"That is an old horse with a cut tail,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Full sixteen years of age is he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If thou wilt lend me that old horse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then could I win her easily."<span class="linenum">260</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"That's a foolish opinion," his master said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"And a foolish opinion thou tak'st to thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou'st have a better then ever he was,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though forty pounds more it should cost me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O your choice horses are wild and tough,<span class="linenum">265</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And little they can skill of their train;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If I be out of my saddle cast,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They are so wild they'l ne'r be tain."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thou'st have that horse," his master said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"If that one thing thou wilt <a name="LNanchor_A17_270" id="LNanchor_A17_270"></a><a href="#Linenote_A17_270" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">tell me</a>;<span class="linenum">270</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why that horse is better than any other,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I pray thee, Tom Pots, shew thou to 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">"That horse is old, of stomach bold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And well can he skill of his train;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If I be out of my saddle cast,<span class="linenum">275</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">He'l either stand still, or turn again."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thou'st have the horse with all my heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And my plate coat of silver free;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An hundred men to stand at thy back,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To fight if he thy master be."<span class="linenum">280</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I thank you master," said Tommy Pots,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"That proffer is too good for me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would not for ten thousand pounds,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Have man or boy in my company.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"God be with you, master," said Tommy Pots,<span class="linenum">285</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Now, as you are a man of law,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One thing let me crave at your hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Let never a one of my fellows know.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For if that my fellows they did wot,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or ken of my extremity,<span class="linenum">290</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Except you keep them under a lock,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Behind me I'm sure they would not be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when he came to Guildford-green,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He waited hours two or three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There he was ware of Lord Phenix come,<span class="linenum">295</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And four men in his company.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You have broken your vow," said Tommy Pots,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"The vow which you did make to me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You said you would bring neither man nor boy,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 323 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span><span class="i2">And now has brought more than two or three."<span class="linenum">300</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"These are my men," Lord Phenix said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Which every day do wait on me;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If any of them dare proffer to strike,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I'le run my spear through his body."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'le run no race now," said Tommy Pots,<span class="linenum">305</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Except now this may be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If either of us be slain this day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The other shall forgiven be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'le make that vow with all my heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My men shall bear witness with me;<span class="linenum">310</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And if thou slay me here this day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In Scotland worse belov'd thou never shalt be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They turn'd their horses thrice about,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To run the race so eagerly;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord Phenix he was fierce and stout,<span class="linenum">315</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ran Tom Pots through the thick o' th' thigh.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He bor'd him out of the saddle fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Down to the ground so sorrowfully:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For the loss of my life I do not care,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But for the loss of my fair lady.<span class="linenum">320</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now for the loss of my lady sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which once I thought to have been my wife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I pray thee, Lord Phenix, ride not away,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For with thee I would end my life."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Tom Pots was but a serving-man,<span class="linenum">325</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">But yet he was a doctor good;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He bound his handkerchief on his wound,<br /></span> +<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_A17_329" id="LNanchor_A17_329"></a><a href="#Linenote_A17_329" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">And with some kind of words he stancht his blood</a>.<!-- Page 324 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He leapt into his saddle again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The blood in his body began to warm;<span class="linenum">330</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He mist Lord Phenix body fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ran him through the brawn of the arm.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He bor'd him out of his saddle fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Down to the ground most sorrowfully;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Says, "Prethee, Lord Phenix, rise up and fight,<span class="linenum">335</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Or yield my lady unto me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now for to fight I cannot tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And for to fight I am not sure;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou hast run me throw the brawn o' the arm,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That with a spear I may not endure.<span class="linenum">340</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thou'st have the lady with all my heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It was never likely better to prove<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With me, or any nobleman else,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That would hinder a poor man of his love."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Seeing you say so much," said Tommy Pots,<span class="linenum">345</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">I will not seem your butcher to be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I will come and stanch your blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">If any thing you will give me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As he did stanch Lord Phenix blood,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lord! in his heart he did rejoice;<span class="linenum">350</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I'le not take the lady from you thus,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But of her you'st have another choice.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Here is a lane of two miles long;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At either end we set will be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lady shall stand us among,<span class="linenum">355</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her own choice shall set her free."<!-- 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">"If thou'l do so," Lord Phenix said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"To lose her by her own choice it's honesty;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chuse whether I get her, or go her without,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Forty pounds I will give thee."<span class="linenum">360</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when they in that lane was set,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The wit of a woman for to prove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"By the faith of my body," the lady said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Then Tom Pots must needs have his love."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Towards Tom Pots the lady did hie,<span class="linenum">365</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To get behind him hastily;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Nay stay, nay stay," Lord Phenix said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Better proved it shall be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Stay you with your maidens here,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In number fair they are but three;<span class="linenum">370</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tom Pots and I will go behind yonder wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That one of us two be proved to dye."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when they came behind the wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The one came not the other nigh;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the Lord Phenix had made a vow,<span class="linenum">375</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">That with Tom Pots he would never fight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O give me this choice," Lord Phenix said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"To prove whether true or false she be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I will go to the lady fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And tell her Tom Pots slain is he."<span class="linenum">380</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he came from behind the wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With his face all bloody as it might be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O lady sweet, thou art my own,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For Tom Pots slain is he.<!-- Page 326 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Now have I slain him, Tommy Pots,<span class="linenum">385</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And given him deaths wounds two or three;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O lady sweet, thou art my own;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of all loves, wilt thou live with me?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"If thou hast slain him, Tommy Pots,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And given him deaths wounds two or three,<span class="linenum">390</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'le sell the state of my fathers lands,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">But hanged shall Lord Phenix be."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With that the lady fell in a swound,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a grieved woman, God wot, was she;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lord Phenix he was ready then,<span class="linenum">395</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">To take her up so hastily.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O lady sweet, stand thou on thy feet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tom Pots alive this day may be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'le send for thy father, Lord Arundel,<span class="linenum">400</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he and I the wedding will see.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'le send for thy father, Lord Arundel,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he and I the wedding will see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If he will not maintain you well,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Both lands and livings you'st have of me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I'le see this wedding," Lord Arundel said,<span class="linenum">405</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Of my daughters luck that is so fair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeing the matter will be no better,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of all my lands Tom Pots shall be the heir."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With that the lady began for to smile,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For a glad woman, God wot, was she;<span class="linenum">410</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Now all my maids," the lady said,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Example you may take by me.<!-- Page 327 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But all the ladies of Scotland fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lasses of England that well would prove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neither marry for gold nor goods,<span class="linenum">415</span><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nor marry for nothing but only love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For I had a lover true of my own,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A serving-man of low degree;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now from Tom Pots I'le change his name,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For the young Lord Arundel he shall be."<span class="linenum">420</span><br /></span> +</div></div> +<div class="linenote"> +<p>v. <a name="Linenote_A17_270" id="Linenote_A17_270"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A17_270" title="link to line number">270</a>, me tell.</p> +<p><a name="Linenote_A17_329" id="Linenote_A17_329"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A17_329" title="link to line number">329</a>, <i>i. e.</i> he made use of a charm for that purpose.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 328 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span></p> +<h3><a name="THE_MERCHANTS_DAUGHTER_OF_BRISTOW" id="THE_MERCHANTS_DAUGHTER_OF_BRISTOW"></a>THE MERCHANT'S DAUGHTER OF BRISTOW.</h3> + +<p class="center">From Collier's <i>Book of Roxburghe Ballads</i>, p. 104.</p> + + +<p>"This narrative ballad, which is full of graceful but +unadorned simplicity, is mentioned in Fletcher's <i>Monsieur +Thomas</i>, (Act iii. Sc. 3,) by the name of <i>Maudlin +the Merchant's Daughter</i>. Two early editions of it +are known: one without printer's name, (clearly much +older than the other,) is that which we have used; we +may conclude that it was written considerably before +James I. came to the throne. It was last reprinted in +1738, but in that impression it was much modernized +and corrupted."</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Behold the touchstone of true love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Maudlin the Merchant's Daughter of Bristow towne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose firme affection nothing could move;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This favour beares the lovely browne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A gallant youth was dwelling by,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which many yeares had borne this lady great good will;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shee loved him so faithfully,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all her friends withstood it still.<!-- Page 329 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The young man now, perceiving well<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He could not get nor win the favour of her friends,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The force of sorrow to expell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To view strange countreys hee intends.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And now, to take his last farewell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of his true love, his faire and constant Maudlen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With musicke sweete that did excell<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hee plaies under her window then.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Farewell," quoth he, "mine owne true love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Farewell, my deare, and chiefest treasure of my heart!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through fortune's spight, that false did prove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I am inforc'd from thee to part,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Into the land of Italy:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There wil I waile, and weary out my dayes in wo;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeing my true love is kept from mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hold my life a mortal fo.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Faire Bristow towne, therefore, adieu,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Padua shall bee my habitation now;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Although my love doth lodge in thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To whom alone my heart I vow."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With trickling teares this hee did sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With sighs and sobs descending from his heart full sore:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hee said, when he his hands did wring,<span class="linenum">31</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Farewell, sweet love, for evermore!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fair Maudlin, from a window high<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beholding her true love with musicke where hee stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But not a word she durst reply,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fearing her parents angry mood.<!-- 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">In teares she spent this dolefull night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wishing (though naked) with her faithfull friend:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She blames her friends, and fortune's spight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That wrought their loves such lucklesse end.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And in her heart shee made a vow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cleane to forsake her country and her kinsfolkes all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for to follow her true love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To bide all chance that might befall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The night is gone, and the day is come,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in the morning very early shee did rise:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She gets her downe in a lower roome,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where sundrie seamen she espies.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A gallant master amongst them all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(The master of a faire and goodlie ship was he)<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who there stood waiting in the hall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To speake with her father, if it might be.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She kindly takes him by the hand:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Good sir," said shee, "would you speake with any heere?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quoth he, "Faire maid, therefore I stand:"<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Then, gentle sir, I pray you draw neere."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Into a pleasant parlour by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With hand in hand she brings the seaman all alone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sighing to him most piteously,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She thus to him did make her moane.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Shee falls upon her tender knee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Good sir," she said, "now pittie you a woman's woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And prove a faithfull friend to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I my griefe to you may shew."<!-- Page 331 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sith you repose your trust," he said,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"To me that am unknowne, and eke a stranger heere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be you assur'd, most proper maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Most faithfull still I will appeare."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I have a brother, then," quoth shee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Whom as my life I love and favour tenderlie:<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Padua, alas! is he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Full sicke, God wot, and like to die.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And faine I would my brother see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But that my father will not yeeld to let me goe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherefore, good sir, be good to mee,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And unto me this favour shew.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Some ship-boye's garment bring to mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I disguis'd may goe away from hence unknowne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And unto sea Ile goe with thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If thus much favour may be showne."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Faire maid," quoth he, "take heere my hand:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will fulfill each thing that you desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And set you safe in that same land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in that place that you require."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She gave him then a tender kisse,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And saith, "Your servant, gallant master, will I be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And prove your faithfull friend for this:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet master, then, forget not me."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This done, as they had both decreed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soone after (early) before the breake of day,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He brings her garments then with speed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherein she doth her selfe array:<!-- Page 332 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And ere her father did arise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shee meets her master as he walkes in the hall:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shee did attend on him likewise,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Even till her father did him call.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But ere the Merchant made an end<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all the matters to the master he could say,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His wife came weeping in with speed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saying, "Our daughter is gone away!"<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Merchant, thus amaz'd in mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Yonder vile wretch intic'd away my child," quoth he;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But, well I wot, I shall him find<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At Padua, in Italy."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With that bespake the master brave:<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Worshipfull master, thither goes this pretty youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And any thing that you would have,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He will performe it, and write the truth."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Sweet youth," quoth hee, "if it be so,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beare me a letter to the English merchants there,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gold on thee I will bestow:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My daughter's welfare I do feare."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her mother takes her by the hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Faire youth," qd she, "if there thou dost my daughter see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let me thereof soone understand,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there is twenty crownes for thee."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus, through the daughter's strange disguise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mother knew not when shee spake unto her child;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And after her master straightway shee hies,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 333 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span><span class="i0">Taking her leave with countenance milde.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus to the sea faire Maudlin is gone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With her gentle master; God send them a merry wind;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where wee a while must let them alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till you the second part doe find.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<h4>THE SECOND PART.</h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Welcome, sweete Maudlin, from the sea,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where bitter stormes and tempests doe arise:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The plesant bankes of Italy<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wee may behold with mortal eyes."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thankes, gentle master," then quoth shee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A faithfull friend in sorrow hast thou beene;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">If fortune once doth smile on mee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My thankfull heart shall well bee seene.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Blest be the land that feedes my love!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blest be the place where as his person doth abide!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No triall will I sticke to prove,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereby my true love may be tride.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Nowe will I walke with joyful heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To viewe the towne where as my darlinge doth remaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And seeke him out in every part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Untill I doe his sight attaine."<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And I," quoth he, "will not forsake<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweete Maudlin in her sorrow up and downe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In wealth and woe thy part Ile take,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bring thee safe to Padua towne."<!-- Page 334 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And after many wearie steps<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Padua they safely doe arrive at last:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For very joy her heart it leapes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She thinkes not of her sorrowes past.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Condemned to dye hee was, alas!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Except he would from his religion turne;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">But rather then hee would to masse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In fiery flames he vow'd to burne.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now doth Maudlin weepe and waile:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her joy is chang'd to weeping, sorrow, griefe and care;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But nothing could her plaints prevaile,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For death alone must be his share.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Shee walkes under the prison walls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where her true love doth lye and languish in distresse;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Most wofully for foode he calls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When hunger did his heart oppresse.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He sighs and sobs and makes great moane:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Farewell," hee said, "sweete England, now for evermore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all my friends that have me knowne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Bristow towne with wealth and store.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"But most of all farewell," quoth hee,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My owne true love, sweet Maudlin, whom I left behind;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For never more shall I see thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Woe to thy father most unkind!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"How well were I, if thou wert here,<br /></span> +<!-- Page 335 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span><span class="i0">With thy faire hands to close these wretched eyes:<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">My torments easie would appeare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My soule with joy shall scale the skies."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When Maudlin heard her lover's moane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her eyes with teares, her heart with sorrow filled was:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To speake with him no meanes is knowne,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such grievous doome on him did passe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then she cast off her lad's attire;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A maiden's weede upon her back she seemely set;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the judge's house shee did enquire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there shee did a service get.<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Shee did her duty there so well,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And eke so prudently she did her selfe behave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With her in love her master fell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His servant's favour hee doth crave.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Maudlin," quoth hee, "my heart's delight,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To whom my heart is in affection tied,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breed not my death through thy despight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A faithfull friend I will be tryed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Grant me thy love, faire maid," quoth hee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And at my hands require what thou canst devise,<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I will grant it unto thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereby thy credit may arise."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I have a brother, sir," she said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For his religion is now condemned to dye:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In loathsome prison hee is layd,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Opprest with griefe and misery.<!-- Page 336 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Grant me my brother's life," shee said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And to you my love and liking I will give."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"That may not be," quoth hee, "faire maid;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Except he turne, he cannot live."<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"An English Frier there is," shee said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Of learning great and passing pure of life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let him to my brother be sent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he will finish soone the strife."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her master hearing this request,<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">The marriner in frier's weed she did array,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to her love, that lay distrest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shee did a letter straight convey.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When hee had read these gentle lines,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His heart was ravished with sudden joy;<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where now shee was full well hee knew:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The frier likewise was not coy;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But did declare to him at large<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The enterprise for him his love had taken in hand.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The young man did the frier charge,<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">His love should straight depart the land.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Here is no place for her," hee said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But woefull death and danger of her harmlesse life:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Professing truth I was betraid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fearfull flames must end my strife.<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"For, ere I will my faith deny,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sweare my selfe to follow damned Antichrist,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ile yeeld my body for to die,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To live in heaven with the highest."<!-- 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">"O sir!" the gentle frier said,<span class="linenum">225</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For your sweet love recant, and save your wished life.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A wofull match," quoth hee, "is made<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where Christ is lost to win a wife."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When she had wrought all meanes that might<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To save her friend, and that she saw it would not bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then of the judge shee claimed her right,<span class="linenum">231</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">To die the death as well as hee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When no perswasion could prevaile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor change her mind in any thing that shee had said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She was with him condemned to die,<span class="linenum">235</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for them both one fire was made.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And arme in arme most joyfully<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These lovers twaine unto the fire they did goe:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The marriner most faithfully<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was likewise partner of their woe.<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But when the judges understood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The faithfull friendship did in them remaine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They saved their lives; and afterward<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To England sent them home againe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now was their sorrow turned to joy,<span class="linenum">245</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And faithfull lovers had now their heart's desire:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their paines so well they did imploy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God granted that they did require.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when they were to England come,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in merry Bristow arrived at the last,<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Great joy there was to all and some<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That heard the dangers they had past.<!-- Page 338 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her gentle master shee desired<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be her father, and at the church to give her then:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It was fulfilled as shee required,<span class="linenum">255</span><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unto the joy of all good men.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr class="long" /> +<p><!-- Page 339 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="GLOSSARY" id="GLOSSARY"></a>GLOSSARY.</h2> + +<p class="center"><span title="right pointing hand symbol">☞</span> Figures placed after words denote the pages in which +they occur.</p> + +<hr /> + +<ul><li>a', <i>all</i>.</li> + +<li>abee, <i>be</i>.</li> + +<li>abeen, aboif, <i>above</i>.</li> + +<li>ae, <i>one</i>.</li> + +<li>aglets, <i>tags to laces</i>.</li> + +<li>airy, ery, <i>fearful</i>, <i>inspiring dread</i>.</li> + +<li>among, <a href="#Page_144">144</a>, <i>from time to time</i>.</li> + +<li>and, <i>if</i>.</li> + +<li>anew, <i>enough</i>.</li> + +<li>anewche, <i>enough</i>.</li> + +<li>angel, <i>a gold coin, varying in value from about six shillings and eight pence to ten shillings</i>.—Halliwell's <i>Dict.</i></li> + +<li>apaid, <i>satisfied</i>.</li> + +<li>as who sayeth, <i>so to speak</i>.</li> + +<li>at, <i>that</i>.</li> + +<li>attour, <i>over</i>, <i>across</i>.</li> + +<li>auld son, <i>a relative term for a boy older than the youngest</i>.</li> + +<li>ava, <i>of all</i>.</li> + +<li>ayont, <i>beyond</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>baill, <i>sorrow</i>.</li> + +<li>balow, <i>a word used in lulling children</i>.</li> + +<li>ban, <i>band</i>.</li> + +<li>banning, <i>cursing</i>.</li> + +<li>bed-stock, <i>the side of the bed further from the wall</i>.</li> + +<li>begoud, <i>began</i>.</li> + +<li>beked, <a href="#Page_305">305</a>, <i>made warm</i>?</li> + +<li>belinger, <a href="#Page_283">283</a> ?</li> + +<li>bemean, <a href="#Page_86">86</a>, <i>disparage</i>.</li> + +<li>ben, <i>in</i>.</li> + +<li>benjed, <a href="#Page_305">305</a>, <i>received hospitably</i>, <i>made preparations for his comfort</i>?</li> + +<li>besyd, <a href="#Page_247">247</a>, <i>astray</i>.</li> + +<li>be that, <i>by that</i>.</li> + +<li>bewray, <i>discord</i>.</li> + +<li>bier, <i>cry</i>.</li> + +<li>bierdly, <i>stately</i>.</li> + +<li>bigged, biggit, <i>built</i>.</li> + +<li>Billy Blin, <i>a benignant household fairy, like the Lubber Fiend</i>.</li> + +<li>binna, <i>be not</i>.</li> + +<li><!-- Page 340 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span>birk, <i>birch</i>.</li> + +<li>birling, <i>drinking</i>.</li> + +<li>blae, <i>blue</i>.</li> + +<li>blaewort, <i>blue bottle</i>, <i>witch bells</i>.</li> + +<li>blee, <i>complexion</i>.</li> + +<li>blin'd, <i>blinded</i>.</li> + +<li>bone, <a href="#Page_247">247</a>, <i>bane</i>.</li> + +<li>boon, <i>above</i>.</li> + +<li>borrow, <i>ransom</i>, <i>rescue</i>.</li> + +<li>bot dreid, <a href="#Page_246">246</a>, <i>without doubt</i>.</li> + +<li>boud, <a href="#Page_297">297</a> ?</li> + +<li>bought, <i>a pen in the corner of a fold, into which the ewes are driven to be milked</i>.</li> + +<li>bower, <i>chamber</i>, <i>dwelling</i>.</li> + +<li>brae, <i>hill-side</i>.</li> + +<li>braken, <i>female fern</i>.</li> + +<li>braw, <i>brave</i>, <i>fine</i>, <i>handsome</i>.</li> + +<li>brawn, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>, <i>calf of the leg</i>.</li> + +<li>brayd attour the bent, <a href="#Page_248">248</a>, <i>strode across the grass or field</i>.</li> + +<li>brent, <a href="#Page_308">308</a>, <i>high</i>, <i>straight</i>.</li> + +<li>bride-ale, <i>a wedding festival so called from the brides selling ale on the wedding day, in return for which she received a large price by way of present</i>.</li> + +<li>bruik, <i>enjoy</i>.</li> + +<li>brynies, <i>cuirasses</i>.</li> + +<li>bug, <i>built</i>.</li> + +<li>burd, <i>lady</i>.</li> + +<li>burn, <i>brook</i>.</li> + +<li>busk, <i>dress</i>, <i>adorn</i>, <i>make ready</i>.</li> + +<li>but, <i>out</i>.</li> + +<li>but and, <i>but also</i>.</li> + +<li>bute [boot], <i>help</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>ca', <i>called</i>.</li> + +<li>caddie, <i>errand-boy</i>.</li> + +<li>cairis, <i>cares</i>.</li> + +<li>camovine, <i>camomile</i>.</li> + +<li>can, <i>know</i>.</li> + +<li>chap, <i>rap</i>.</li> + +<li>certaine, in, <i>certainly</i>.</li> + +<li>close, <i>enclosure</i>, <i>an enclosed field</i>.</li> + +<li>coffer, <i>coif</i>, <i>a woman's head-dress</i>?</li> + +<li>coft, <i>bought</i>.</li> + +<li>cog, <i>milking-pail</i>.</li> + +<li>confound, <i>destroy</i>.</li> + +<li>corss, <i>cross</i>.</li> + +<li>cowt, <i>colt</i>.</li> + +<li>cowth, cowd, <a href="#Page_248">248</a>, <i>could</i>, <i>used as an auxiliary to form the preterit tense</i>.</li> + +<li>crack, <i>merry talk</i>.</li> + +<li>cramasie, <i>crimson</i>.</li> + +<li>cruds, <i>curds</i>.</li> + +<li>cute, <i>ancle</i>.</li> + +<li>cuvating, <i>coveting</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>daurna, <i>dare not</i>.</li> + +<li>daut, <i>fondle</i>.</li> + +<li>dead, <i>death</i>.</li> + +<li>dearly, <i>dear</i>.</li> + +<li>dee, <i>die</i>.</li> + +<li>dee, <i>do</i>.</li> + +<li>deed, <i>death</i>.</li> + +<li>deill, <a href="#Page_250">250</a>, <i>deal</i>;</li> +<li> <a href="#Page_247">247</a>, <i>dally</i>?</li> + +<li>deir, <a href="#Page_246">246</a>, <i>frighten</i>.</li> + +<li>dele, <a href="#Page_144">144</a>, <i>particle</i>, <i>bit</i>.</li> + +<li>departe, <a href="#Page_147">147</a>, <i>separate</i>;</li> +<li> departing, <a href="#Page_249">249</a>, <i>dividing</i>.</li> + +<li>dern, <i>secret</i>.</li> + +<li><!-- Page 341 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span>dey, <i>dairy woman</i>.</li> + +<li>dill, <i>assuage</i>, <i>soothe</i>.</li> + +<li>dings, <i>beats</i>.</li> + +<li>disparage, <a href="#Page_157">157</a>, <i>cause to match unequally</i>.</li> + +<li>distan, <i>distinguish</i>.</li> + +<li>distrayne, <i>distress</i>.</li> + +<li>d'on, <i>do on</i>, <i>don</i>.</li> + +<li>dought, <i>dread</i>.</li> + +<li>dre, <i>suffer</i>.</li> + +<li>dreder, <i>dread</i>.</li> + +<li>dreed, <i>suffered</i>.</li> + +<li>drest, <a href="#Page_247">247</a>, <i>placed</i>;</li> +<li> in dule I am so drest, <i>I am so plunged in sorrow</i>.</li> + +<li>drie, <i>bear</i>, <i>endure</i>.</li> + +<li>dule, <i>sorrow</i>.</li> + +<li>dyke, <i>wall</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>echeon, <i>each one</i>.</li> + +<li>een, <i>eyes</i>.</li> + +<li>een, <i>one</i>.</li> + +<li>enew, <i>enough</i>.</li> + +<li>eik, <i>increase</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>fa', <a href="#Page_300">300</a> ?</li> + +<li>fair, <i>go</i>.</li> + +<li>fa's [fa as], <i>I have my lot as</i>.</li> + +<li>fauld-dyke, <i>wall of the fold</i>.</li> + +<li>fawn, <i>fallen</i>.</li> + +<li>fee, <i>money</i>, <i>possessions</i>.</li> + +<li>feir, <a href="#Page_246">246</a>, <i>appearance</i>, <i>demeanor</i>.</li> + +<li>fie, <i>cattle of any kind</i>, <i>sheep</i>.</li> + +<li>firth, <i>an enclosed wood</i>, <i>a field within a wood</i>.</li> + +<li>fit, <i>foot</i>.</li> + +<li>forbears, <i>ancestors</i>.</li> + +<li>forbye, <i>on one side</i>.</li> + +<li>fou, <i>full</i>.</li> + +<li>fra, <a href="#Page_247">247</a>, <i>from the time that</i>.</li> + +<li>fre, free, <i>noble</i>.</li> + +<li>fy, <a href="#Page_260">260</a>, <i>haste</i>!</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>gait, <i>way</i>.</li> + +<li>gaits, <i>goats</i>.</li> + +<li>gar, <i>cause</i>, <i>make</i>.</li> + +<li>gare, below her, <i>below the gore in the edge of her skirt? or below her dress merely?</i></li> + +<li>gaucy, <a href="#Page_76">76</a>, <i>burly</i>, <i>strong</i>.</li> + +<li>gear, <i>goods</i>.</li> + +<li>girse, <i>grass</i>.</li> + +<li>glamer, glamour, <i>a charm exercised on the eye</i>.</li> + +<li>God before, <i>God guide you</i>!</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>haill, <i>healthy</i>;</li> +<li> <a href="#Page_247">247</a>, <i>whole</i>.</li> + +<li>haik up, <a href="#Page_83">83</a>, <i>carry off by force</i>, Jamieson. (?)</li> + +<li>hald, <i>hold</i>, <i>heep</i>.</li> + +<li>hap, <i>covering</i>;</li> +<li> happed, <i>covered</i>.</li> + +<li>hard, <i>heard</i>.</li> + +<li>hardely, <i>assuredly</i>.</li> + +<li>haud, <i>hold</i>;</li> +<li> haud unthocht lang, <i>keep from growing weary</i>.</li> + +<li>her, <i>their</i>.</li> + +<li>heill, hele, <i>health</i>.</li> + +<li>hes, <i>hast</i>.</li> + +<li>het, <i>hot</i>.</li> + +<li>hich, <i>high</i>.</li> + +<li>hie, on, <i>aloud</i>.</li> + +<li>hinna, <i>have not</i>.</li> + +<li>hinny, <i>darling</i>.</li> + +<li>his alane, <i>alone by himself</i>.</li> + +<li><!-- Page 342 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</a></span>Hollans boats, 13. Qy. <i>holly-boats</i>?</li> + +<li>holland, <i>holly</i>.</li> + +<li>hooding o' grey, <a href="#Page_66">66</a>, <i>hodden-grey</i>, <i>cloth with the natural color of the wool</i>.</li> + +<li>holtis hair, <a href="#Page_250">250</a>, <i>uplands bleak</i>.</li> + +<li>howp, <i>hope</i>.</li> + +<li>huche, <i>crag</i>, <i>steep bank</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>I dern with the bot gif I daill, <a href="#Page_247">247</a>;</li> +<li> <i>unless I secretly dally with thee</i>?</li> + +<li>I'st, <i>I shall</i>.</li> + +<li>ilke, <i>each</i>;</li> +<li> this ilka, <i>this same</i>.</li> + +<li>intill, <a href="#Page_83">83</a>, <i>upon</i>.</li> + +<li>intent, <a href="#Page_248">248</a>, <i>thought</i>, <i>mind</i>.</li> + +<li>in worth, <a href="#Page_205">205</a>, <i>gladly</i>, <i>contentedly</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>janglour, <i>prater</i>.</li> + +<li>jimp, <i>slender</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>kail-blade, <i>leaf of colewort</i>.</li> + +<li>kail-yardie, <i>kitchen garden</i>.</li> + +<li>kebbuck, <i>cheese</i>.</li> + +<li>keep, <i>heed</i>.</li> + +<li>keipand, <i>keeping</i>.</li> + +<li>kenna, <i>know not</i>.</li> + +<li>kep, <i>catch</i>.</li> + +<li>kilt, kilted, <i>tucked up</i>.</li> + +<li>kintra, <i>country</i>.</li> + +<li>knicking, <a href="#Page_110">110</a>, <i>wringing</i>, <i>so as to make snap</i>.</li> + +<li>knowe, <i>knoll</i>.</li> + +<li>kye, <i>cows</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>laigh, <i>low</i>.</li> + +<li>lair, lore, <i>doctrine</i>.</li> + +<li>lake, <a href="#Page_120">120</a>, <i>reproach</i>.</li> + +<li>lauch, <i>laugh</i>.</li> + +<li>lave, <i>rest</i>.</li> + +<li>laverock, <i>lark</i>.</li> + +<li>lawe, <a href="#Page_149">149</a>, <i>custom</i>.</li> + +<li>lax, <i>relief</i>, <i>release</i>.</li> + +<li>lea', <i>leave</i>.</li> + +<li>leal, <i>true</i>.</li> + +<li>lear'd, <i>learned</i>.</li> + +<li>lee-lang, <i>live-long</i>.</li> + +<li>leed, <i>language</i>.</li> + +<li>leesome, <i>pleasant</i>, <i>amiable</i>.</li> + +<li>leif, <a href="#Page_250">250</a>, <i>live</i>.</li> + +<li>leir, <i>learn</i>.</li> + +<li>lend ye till, <a href="#Page_26">26</a>, <i>lean upon</i>.</li> + +<li>len, <a href="#Page_308">308</a>, <i>lie concealed</i>.</li> + +<li>leuch, <i>laughed</i>.</li> + +<li>leve, <a href="#Page_147">147</a>, <i>remain</i>.</li> + +<li>lewche, <i>laughed</i>.</li> + +<li>ley, <i>lea</i>.</li> + +<li>lichtit, <i>lighted</i>.</li> + +<li>lichtly, <i>undervalue</i>.</li> + +<li>lie, <i>lonely</i>, <i>sad</i>.</li> + +<li>liggit, <i>lain</i>.</li> + +<li>lighters, <i>blinders</i>.</li> + +<li>liltin, <i>singing</i>.</li> + +<li>lirk, <i>hollow</i> (<i>of a hill</i>).</li> + +<li>lodomy, <i>laudanum</i>.</li> + +<li>long of, <a href="#Page_211">211</a>, <i>on account of</i>.</li> + +<li>looing, <i>loving</i>.</li> + +<li>loot, <i>let</i>.</li> + +<li>lore, <a href="#Page_149">149</a>, <i>doctrine</i>.</li> + +<li>loup, <i>leap</i>.</li> + +<li>lourd, <i>liefer</i>, <i>rather</i>.</li> + +<li>loutit, <i>bowed</i>.</li> + +<li>lown, <i>loon</i>, <i>worthless fellow</i>.</li> + +<li>lowse, <i>loose</i>.</li> + +<li>lue, <i>love</i>;</li> +<li> lude, <a href="#Page_246">246</a>, <i>loved</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li><!-- Page 343 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span>maining, <i>moaning</i>, <i>crying</i>.</li> + +<li>manchet, <i>the finest kind of white bread</i>.</li> + +<li>mane, <i>moan</i>.</li> + +<li>marrit, <a href="#Page_246">246</a>, <i>marred</i>, <i>disordered</i>.</li> + +<li>marys, <i>maids</i>.</li> + +<li>maugre, <a href="#Page_247">247</a>, <i>ill-will</i>, <i>blame</i>.</li> + +<li>maun, <i>must</i>.</li> + +<li>may, <i>maid</i>.</li> + +<li>meen, <i>moon</i>;</li> +<li> meen-licht, <i>moon-light</i>.</li> + +<li>menji, <a href="#Page_81">81</a>, <i>many</i>;</li> +<li> menyie, <i>company of followers</i>.</li> + +<li>min, <i>mother</i>.</li> + +<li>mot, <i>may</i>, <i>might</i>.</li> + +<li>mouls, <i>dust of the dead</i>.</li> + +<li>muckle, <i>big</i>, <i>much</i>.</li> + +<li>mude, <i>mood</i>, <i>mind</i>.</li> + +<li>murnit, <i>mourned</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>nae, <i>not</i>.</li> + +<li>neirhand, <i>nearly</i>.</li> + +<li>niest, <i>next</i>.</li> + +<li>nocht, <i>nought</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>och, ochanie, <i>interjections of grief</i>.</li> + +<li>odd, <a href="#Page_281">281</a>, <i>old</i>.</li> + +<li>oo, <i>one</i>.</li> + +<li>ower great, <i>too familiar</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>pall, <i>rich cloth</i>.</li> + +<li>parand;</li> +<li> heir and parand, <i>heir apparent</i>.</li> + +<li>pat, <i>put</i>.</li> + +<li>perde, <i>par dieu</i>.</li> + +<li>perfay, <i>par foi</i>.</li> + +<li>pine, <i>pain</i>, <i>grief</i>.</li> + +<li>pitten, <i>put</i>.</li> + +<li>plow, <i>as much land as can properly be tilled by one plough in a day</i>.</li> + +<li>prest, <a href="#Page_204">204</a>, <i>ready</i>.</li> + +<li>previe, <i>secret</i>.</li> + +<li>put down, <a href="#Page_117">117</a>, <i>hung</i>.</li> + +<li>pyne, <i>pain</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>quhair, &c., <i>where, &c.</i>;</li> +<li> all quhair, <i>every where</i>.</li> + +<li>quhill, <a href="#Page_249">249</a>, <i>until</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>raik on raw, <a href="#Page_246">246</a>, <i>range or extend themselves in a row</i>.</li> + +<li>ramp, <i>rude</i>, <i>wild</i>, <i>violent</i>.</li> + +<li>rantin', <i>boisterously gay</i>, <i>rollicking</i>.</li> + +<li>rattons, <i>rats</i>.</li> + +<li>recorde, <i>witness</i>.</li> + +<li>red, <i>advice</i>, <i>plan</i>.</li> + +<li>redding-comb, <i>comb for redding</i>, <i>or combing out, the hair</i>.</li> + +<li>rede, reid, <i>advise</i>.</li> + +<li>reivis, <i>deprivest of</i>.</li> + +<li>remeve, <a href="#Page_155">155</a>, <i>remove or trouble</i>.</li> + +<li>repreve, <i>reprove</i>.</li> + +<li>rescous, <i>rescue</i>.</li> + +<li>rew, <i>take pity</i>.</li> + +<li>rigs, <i>ridges</i>.</li> + +<li>roiss, <i>rest</i>.</li> + +<li>rove, <i>roof</i>.</li> + +<li>row, <i>roll</i>;</li> +<li> row'd, <i>rolled</i>.</li> + +<li>royal bane, <a href="#Page_12">12</a>, <i>the same as</i> ruel bone, <i>an unknown material often mentioned in romances</i>.</li> + +<li>rude, <i>rood</i>, <i>cross</i>.</li> + +<li>rue, <i>take pity</i>;</li> +<li><!-- Page 344 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span>ruthe, <i>pity</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>sanna, <i>shall not</i>.</li> + +<li>sark, <i>shirt</i>.</li> + +<li>scant, <i>lessen</i>.</li> + +<li>scheel, <i>school</i>.</li> + +<li>schent, <i>shamed</i>, <i>disgraced</i>.</li> + +<li>see, <i>protect</i>.</li> + +<li>sen, <i>since</i>.</li> + +<li>sendall, <i>a rich thin silk</i>.</li> + +<li>sets, <a href="#Page_105">105</a>, <i>sits</i>, <i>fits</i>.</li> + +<li>shaw, <i>thicket</i>, <i>wood</i>.</li> + +<li>shealin, <a href="#Page_66">66</a>, <i>shed for sheep</i>.</li> + +<li>she'as, <i>sheaths</i>.</li> + +<li>sheave, <i>slice</i>.</li> + +<li>sheens, <i>shines</i>.</li> + +<li>she'st, <i>she shall</i>.</li> + +<li>shill, <a href="#Page_59">59</a>, <i>shrill</i>.</li> + +<li>shun, <i>soon</i>.</li> + +<li>sic, siccan, <i>such</i>.</li> + +<li>sicht, <i>sigh</i>;</li> +<li> sichit, <i>sighed</i>.</li> + +<li>sickerly, <i>certainly</i>.</li> + +<li>silly, <i>simple</i>.</li> + +<li>sith, <i>since</i>.</li> + +<li>skill of their train, <i>understand their training</i>.</li> + +<li>slap, <a href="#Page_96">96</a>, <i>a breach in a wall or hedge</i>.</li> + +<li>speer'd, speir'd, <i>asked</i>.</li> + +<li>spell;</li> +<li> drift can spell, <a href="#Page_267">267</a>, <i>tell my meaning or story</i>.</li> + +<li>splene, on the, <a href="#Page_156">156</a>?</li> + +<li>spring, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>, <i>youth</i>, <i>young</i>.</li> + +<li>sta', <i>stole</i>.</li> + +<li>states, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>, <i>people of high rank</i>.</li> + +<li>staw, <i>stole</i>.</li> + +<li>staws, <i>stalls</i>.</li> + +<li>steir, <i>stir</i>.</li> + +<li>stey, <i>steep</i>.</li> + +<li>stown, <i>stolen</i>.</li> + +<li>streek'd, <i>stroaked</i>.</li> + +<li>suspitious, "<i>significant</i>."—Ritson.</li> + +<li>swither, <i>waver</i>.</li> + +<li>syne, <i>then</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>tane, <i>taken</i>.</li> + +<li>tapp'd, <i>topped</i>.</li> + +<li>tent, <i>heed</i>.</li> + +<li>Termagant, <i>an imaginary false god of the heathen</i>.</li> + +<li>thair, <i>there</i>.</li> + +<li>than, <i>then</i>.</li> + +<li>thinking long, see <i>thought lang</i>.</li> + +<li>thir, <i>these</i>.</li> + +<li>this, <i>thus</i>.</li> + +<li>thoo, <i>those</i>.</li> + +<li>thought, <a href="#Page_147">147</a>, <i>trouble</i>.</li> + +<li>thought lang, <i>felt the time hang heavily</i>, <i>felt ennui</i>.</li> + +<li>thoust, <i>thou wilt</i>.</li> + +<li>till, <i>to</i>, <i>for</i>;</li> +<li> <a href="#Page_245">245</a>, <i>to</i>;</li> +<li> till assail <a href="#Page_248">248</a>, <i>to assail</i>;</li> +<li> till haif, <a href="#Page_249">249</a>, <i>to have</i>.</li> + +<li>tirled at the pin, <i>trilled</i>, or <i>rattled, at the door-pin, or latch, to obtain entrance</i>.</li> + +<li>tocher, <i>dowry</i>.</li> + +<li>tod, <i>fox</i>.</li> + +<li>tomorne, <i>to-morrow</i>.</li> + +<li>ton, <i>one</i> (<i>after the</i>).</li> + +<li>tree, <a href="#Page_3">3</a>, <a href="#Page_253">253</a>, <i>stick</i>, <i>pole</i>, or perhaps, <i>whipple-tree</i>;</li> +<li> <a href="#Page_276">276</a>, <i>staff</i>.</li> + +<li>trew, <i>trow</i>.</li> + +<li>trinkling, <i>trickling</i>.</li> + +<li>trow, <i>believe</i>.</li> + +<li>twalt, <i>twelfth</i>.</li> + +<li>twinn, <i>part</i>.</li> + +<li><!-- Page 345 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[Pg 345]</a></span>tyne, <i>lose</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>unco, <i>strange</i>, <i>foreign</i>.</li> + +<li>upricht, <a href="#Page_253">253</a>, <i>straightway</i>?</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>wae, <i>sad</i>.</li> + +<li>waged, <i>staked</i>.</li> + +<li>wait, <i>wot</i>, <i>know</i>.</li> + +<li>waith, <i>wandering</i>.</li> + +<li>wald, <i>would</i>.</li> + +<li>wale, <i>choice</i>.</li> + +<li>wall-wight, <a href="#Page_306">306</a>, <i>picked</i> (waled) <i>strong men</i>, or <i>warriors</i>.</li> + +<li>waly, <i>an interjection of lamentation</i>.</li> + +<li>wanrufe, <a href="#Page_246">246</a>, <i>disquietude</i>.</li> + +<li>wan up, <i>got up</i>.</li> + +<li>wat, <i>wot</i>, <i>know</i>.</li> + +<li>waur, <i>worse</i>.</li> + +<li>wee, <a href="#Page_269">269</a>, <i>short time</i>.</li> + +<li>weed, <i>clothes</i>.</li> + +<li>weel, <i>well</i>.</li> + +<li>weel-busket, <i>well trimmed</i>.</li> + +<li>weel-far'd, weel-faurd, <i>well-favored</i>.</li> + +<li>wend, <a href="#Page_280">280</a>, <i>weened</i>.</li> + +<li>werry, <a href="#Page_248">248</a>, <i>weary</i>, <i>sorrowful</i>.</li> + +<li>whae's aught, <i>who is it owns</i>.</li> + +<li>whingers, "<i>a short hanger, used as a knife at meals and as a sword in broils</i>."</li> + +<li>wight, <i>strong or nimble</i>.</li> + +<li>win, <i>get</i>, <i>go</i>;</li> +<li> win to, <i>attain or get to</i>;</li> +<li> win up, <i>get up</i>.</li> + +<li>win, <i>to make the harvest</i>.</li> + +<li>winna, <i>will not</i>.</li> + +<li>winsome, <i>pleasant</i>.</li> + +<li>wisna, <i>know not</i>.</li> + +<li>worldling, <a href="#Page_230">230</a>, <i>pet</i>?</li> + +<li>wow, <i>exclamation of admiration, or surprise</i>.</li> + +<li>wreuch, <i>wretched</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>yede, <i>went</i>.</li> + +<li>yef, <i>if</i>.</li> + +<li>ye'se, <i>ye shall</i>.</li> + +<li>yestreen, <i>yesterday</i>.</li> + +<li>yett, <i>gate</i>.</li> + +<li>ying, <i>young</i>.</li> + +<li>your lane, <i>alone by yourself</i>.</li> +</ul> + + +<ul><li>ze, <i>ye</i>.</li> +</ul> + +<div class="trans-note"> +<h4><a name="Transcribers_Notes" id="Transcribers_Notes"></a>Transcriber's Notes</h4> + +<p>Irregular and inconsistent spellings have been retained as in the +original. Typographical errors such as wrongly placed line numbers +and punctuation have been corrected without comment. Where substantive changes +have been made these are listed as follows:</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_90">90</a>, line 14: added missing apostrophe (In simmer, 'mid the flowers?)</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_93">93</a>, line 34: added missing end quotation mark (And the cauld rain on your breist.")</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_177">177</a>, line 26: added missing open quotation mark ("O come to your bed, my dearie; ...)</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_120">120</a>, line 41: added missing open quotation mark ("But wha will bake my bridal bread, ...)</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_160">160</a>, line 40: added missing (or uninked) comma ("She is dead, sir, long agoe.")</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_168">168</a>, line 12: changed period to comma (Against the brave wedding of pretty Bessee.)</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_191">191</a>, final paragraph: added closing quotation mark ( ... to no other shrine than that of Venus.[A]")</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_192">192</a>, second paragraph: open quotation mark moved to start of paragraph ("<i>As I went to Walsingham</i> is quoted in Nashe's +<i>Have with you to Saffron-Walden</i>, ...)</p> + +<p>Note that the corrections to punctuation on pages <a href="#Page_191">191</a> and <a href="#Page_192">192</a> are consistent with interpreting the three paragraphs as attributed to "<span class="smcap">Chappell</span>".</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_224">224</a>, line 206: added missing open quotation mark ("Upon thy wife and children,)</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_227">227</a>, line 145: deleted erroneous opening quotation mark (So they hae gane before the king,)</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_278">278</a>, line 178: added missing period ("To seal her tocher wi' thee.")</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_316">316</a>, line 128: changed "be" to "he" (For the young Lord Arundel he shall be.")</p> + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_332">332</a>, line 110: changed "merehants" to "merchants" (Beare me a letter to the English merchants there,)</p> +</div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's English and Scottish Ballads, Volume IV, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ENGLISH, SCOTTISH BALLADS, VOL IV *** + +***** This file should be named 38416-h.htm or 38416-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/3/8/4/1/38416/ + +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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