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diff --git a/43825.txt b/43825.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 5d83281..0000000 --- a/43825.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,12583 +0,0 @@ -The Project Gutenberg EBook of English and Scottish Ballads Volume VIII -(of 8), by Various - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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 VIII (of 8) - -Author: Various - -Editor: Francis James Child - -Release Date: September 28, 2013 [EBook #43825] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ASCII - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ENGLISH, SCOTTISH BALLADS, VOL VIII *** - - - - -Produced by Simon Gardner, Dianna Adair, Louise Davies and -the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at -http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images -generously made available by the Digital & Multimedia -Center, Michigan State University Libraries.) - - - - - - - -Transcriber's Notes - -In this plain text version of the e-book, symbols from the Latin-1 -character set are used. The following substitutions have been made for -non-ASCII characters: - - [Asterism] represents an asterism (three stars). - [Pointing hand] denotes the symbol of a right pointing hand. - - [AE], [ae] for ae-ligature. - [oa] for Swedish letter "a-ring". - ['e] for acute accent (or syllabic / metrical stress). - [a'], [e'], [i'], [o'], [u'] for grave accent (or metrical stress). - [:a], [:o], [:u] for umlaut. - [^e] for Greek letter eta. - [^i] for circumflex accent. - [^o] for Greek letter omega. - [gh] for letter "yogh". - [~n] for n with tilde. - -Italic typeface is represented by _underscores_; small caps typeface by -ALL CAPS. - -Notes on the ballads are presented at the end of each ballad. The -presence of a note is indicated byt a an anchor at the end of the line -(not in the original text), of the style [Lxx] where xx is the line -number. - -Minor changes to regularise ballad line numbering and indentation have -been made without comment. - -Any other changes to the text are listed at the end of the book. - - * * * * * - - - - - ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH - BALLADS. - - EDITED BY - FRANCIS JAMES CHILD. - - VOLUME VIII. - - BOSTON: - LITTLE, BROWN AND COMPANY. - M.DCCC.LX. - -Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1858, by LITTLE, BROWN -AND COMPANY, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District -of Massachusetts. - - RIVERSIDE, CAMBRIDGE: - STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY - H. O. HOUGHTON AND COMPANY. - - -CONTENTS OF VOLUME EIGHTH. - -BOOK VIII. - - Page - - 1. King John and the Abbot of Canterbury 3 - - 2. Captain Wedderburn's Courtship 11 - - 3. Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom 18 - - 4. King Edward Fourth and the Tanner of Tamworth 21 - - 5. The King and the Miller of Mansfield 32 - - 6. Gernutus, the Jew of Venice 45 - - 7. The Frolicksome Duke, or, The Tinker's Good Fortune 54 - - 8 a. The Heir of Linne. [Percy.] 60 - - 8 b. The Heir of Linne. [Traditional version] 70 - - 9. The Wandering Jew 76 - - 10. Proud Lady Margaret 83 - - 11. Reedisdale and Wise William 87 - - 12 a. Geordie. [Musical Museum.] 92 - - 12 b. Geordie. [Kinloch.] 96 - - 13. The Gaberlunzie Man 98 - - 14. The Turnament of Totenham 101 - - 15. The Wyf of Auchtirmuchty 116 - - 16. The Friar in the Well 122 - - 17. Get up and bar the Door 125 - - 18. The Dragon of Wantley 128 - - -APPENDIX. - - Kempy Kaye. [Sharpe.] 139 - - Kempy Kaye. [Kinloch.] 141 - - The Jovial Hunter of Bromsgrove 144 - - The Bludy Serk 147 - - The Wanton Wife of Bath 152 - - The Gentleman in Thracia 158 - - Sir Richard Whittington's Advancement 165 - - Catskin's Garland, or, The Wandering young Gentlewoman 172 - - The Taming of a Shrew 182 - - Titus Andronicus's Complaint 188 - - John Dory 194 - - Sir Eglamore 196 - - Jephthah, Judge of Israel 198 - - Samson 201 - - Queen Dido, or, The Wandering Prince of Troy 207 - - George Barnwell 213 - - The Duke of Athol's Nurse. [Buchan.] 228 - - The Duke of Athol's Nourice. [Kinloch.] 231 - - The Hireman Chiel 233 - - Armstrong and Musgrave 243 - - Fair Margaret of Craignargat 249 - - Richie Storie 255 - - The Farmer's Old Wife 257 - - The Duel of Wharton and Stuart 259 - - Saddle to Rags 265 - - The Fause Knight upon the Road 269 - - Gifts from over Sea 271 - - The Courteous Knight 272 - - The Northern Lord and Cruel Jew 277 - - Gight's Lady 285 - - - GLOSSARY 293 - - - INDEX 303 - - - - -BOOK VIII. - - - - -KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY. - - -Stories resembling that contained in the following ballad are to be met -with in the literature of most of the nations of Europe; for example, in -the _Gesta Romanorum_, (No. XIX. and [XXXV.] of Madden's _Old English -Versions_,) in the amusing German tale _Der Phaffe Amis_, 98-180, in -_Eulenspiegel_, (Marbach, p. 28,) and the English _Owlglass_ (31st -Adventure in the recent edition), in the Grimm's _Kinder-und-Haus-marchen_, -No. 152, in Sacchetti's _Novels_, No. 4, the _Patra[~n]uelo_ of Juan -Timoneda, Alcala, 1576 (Ritson, _Anc. Songs_, ii. 183), the _Contes [a'] -rire_, i. 182, (_Gent. Mag._ 65, i. 35,) etc., etc. _King John and the -Abbot_, says Grundtvig (ii. 650), is universally known in Denmark in the -form of a prose tale; and a copy is printed in _Gamle danske Minder_ -(1854) No. 111, _The King and the Miller_. - -Wynken de Worde, printed in 1511, a little collection of riddles, -translated from the French, like those propounded by King John to the -Abbot, with the title _Demaundes Joyous_. By this link the present -ballad is connected with a curious class of compositions, peculiar to -the Middle Ages--the Disputations, or Wit-Combats, of which the -dialogues of Salomon and Marcolf (existing in many languages) are the -most familiar, and those of Salomon and Saturn (in Anglo-Saxon) the -oldest preserved specimens. These dialogues, in their earlier shape -grave contests for superiority in knowledge and wisdom, underwent a -change about the twelfth century, by which they became essentially -comic. The serious element, represented by Salomon, was retained after -this, merely to afford material, or contrast, for the coarse humor of -Marcolf, whose part it is, under the character of a rude and clownish -person, "facie deformis et turpissimus," to turn the sententious -observations of the royal sage into ludicrous parodies.[1] - -The hint, and possibly a model, for these disputations may have been -found in Jewish tradition. We learn from Josephus, (_Antiquities_, Book -VIII. ch. v.) that Hiram of Tyre and Solomon sent one another -sophistical puzzles and enigmas to be solved, on condition of forfeiting -large sums of money in case of failure, and that Solomon's riddles were -all guessed by Abd[ae]mon of Tyre, or by Abdimus, his son, for authorities -differ. This account coincides with what we read in _Chronicles_, (Book -II. ch. ii. 13, 14,) of the man sent by Hiram to Solomon, who, besides a -universal knowledge of the arts, was skilful "to find out every device -that might be put to him" by cunning men--that is, apparently, "hard -questions," such as the Queen of Sheba came to prove Solomon with, (1 -Kings, x. i.) some account of which is given in the _Talmud_.--See, on -the whole subject, Kemble's masterly essay on _Salomon and Saturn_, -printed by the [AE]lfric Society: also Gr[:a]sse, _Sagenkreise des -Mittelalters_, p. 406-471; the Grimms' _Kinder-und-Hausm[:a]rchen_, vol. -iii. p. 236, ed. 1856; F. W. V. Schmidt, _Taschenbuch deutscher -Romanzen_, p. 82. - -Examples of the riddle-song pure and simple will be found under _Captain -Wedderburn's Courtship_. - -[1] Among those nations who originated and developed the character of -Marcolf (the German and the French) his fame has declined, but in Italy, -where the legend was first introduced towards the end of the sixteenth -century, his shrewd sayings, like the kindred jests of the -_Eulenspiegel_ in Germany, have an undiminished popularity, and his -story, both in the form of a chap-book and of a satirical epic, (the -_Bertoldo_,) is circulated throughout the length and breadth of the -country, whence it has also been transplanted into Greece. - -This ballad is taken from Percy's _Reliques_, ii. 329. The copy in -Durfey's _Pills to Purge Melancholy_, iv. 29, or _A Collection of Old -Ballads_, ii. 49, is vastly inferior to the present. - -"The common popular ballad of _King John and the Abbot_," says Percy, -"seems to have been abridged and modernized about the time of James I., -from one much older, entitled _King John and the Bishop of Canterbury_. -The Editor's folio MS. contains a copy of this last, but in too corrupt -a state to be reprinted; it however afforded many lines worth reviving, -which will be found inserted in the ensuing stanzas. - -"The archness of the following questions and answers hath been much -admired by our old ballad-makers; for besides the two copies above -mentioned, there is extant another ballad on the same subject, (but of -no great antiquity or merit,) entitled _King Olfrey and the Abbot_. -[_Old Ball._ ii. 55.] Lastly, about the time of the civil wars, when the -cry ran against the bishops, some puritan worked up the same story into -a very doleful ditty, to a solemn tune, concerning _King Henry and a -Bishop_; with this stinging moral: - - 'Unlearned men hard matters out can find, - When learned bishops princes eyes do blind.' - -"The following is chiefly printed from an ancient black-letter copy, to -the tune of _Derry-down_." - - An ancient story Ile tell you anon - Of a notable prince, that was called King John; - And he ruled England with maine and with might, - For he did great wrong, and maintein'd little right. - - And Ile tell you a story, a story so merrye, 5 - Concerning the Abbott of Canterb[u']rye; - How for his house-keeping and high renowne, - They rode poste for him to fair London towne. - - An hundred men, the king did heare say, - The abbot kept in his house every day; 10 - And fifty golde chaynes, without any doubt, - In velvet coates waited the abbot about. - - "How now, father abbot, I heare it of thee, - Thou keepest a farre better house than mee; - And for thy house-keeping and high renowne, 15 - I feare thou work'st treason against my crown." - - "My liege," quo' the abbot, "I would it were knowne - I never spend nothing, but what is my owne; - And I trust your grace will doe me no deere, - For spending of my owne true-gotten geere." 20 - - "Yes, yes, father abbot, thy fault it is highe, - And now for the same thou needest must dye; - For except thou canst answer me questions three, - Thy head shall be smitten from thy bod[i']e. - - "And first," quo' the king, "when I'm in this stead, 25 - With my crowne of golde so faire on my head, - Among all my liege-men so noble of birthe, - Thou must tell me to one penny what I am worthe. - - "Secondlye, tell me, without any doubt, - How soone I may ride the whole world about; 30 - And at the third question thou must not shrink, - But tell me here truly what I do think." - - "O these are hard questions for my shallow witt, - Nor I cannot answer your grace as yet: - But if you will give me but three weekes space, 35 - Ile do my endeavour to answer your grace." - - "Now three weeks space to thee will I give, - And that is the longest time thou hast to live; - For if thou dost not answer my questions three, - Thy lands and thy livings are forfeit to mee." 40 - - Away rode the abbot all sad at that word, - And he rode to Cambridge, and Oxenford; - But never a doctor there was so wise, - That could with his learning an answer devise. - - Then home rode the abbot of comfort so cold, 45 - And he mett his shepheard a going to fold: - "How now, my lord abbot, you are welcome home; - What newes do you bring us from good King John?" - - "Sad newes, sad newes, shepheard, I must give, - That I have but three days more to live; 50 - For if I do not answer him questions three, - My head will be smitten from my bod[i']i']e. - - "The first is to tell him there in that stead, - With his crowne of golde so fair on his head, - Among all his liege men so noble of birth, 55 - To within one penny of what he is worth. - - "The seconde, to tell him, without any doubt, - How soone he may ride this whole world about: - And at the third question I must not shrinke, - But tell him there truly what he does thinke." 60 - - "Now cheare up, sire abbot, did you never hear yet, - That a fool he may learne a wise man witt? - Lend me horse, and serving men, and your apparel, - And Ile ride to London to answere your quarrel. - - "Nay frowne not, if it hath bin told unto mee, 65 - I am like your lordship, as ever may bee; - And if you will but lend me your gowne, - There is none shall knowe us at fair London towne." - - "Now horses and serving-men thou shalt have, - With sumptuous array most gallant and brave, 70 - With crozier, and miter, and rochet, and cope, - Fit to appear 'fore our fader the pope." - - "Now, welcome, sire abbot," the king he did say, - "Tis well thou'rt come back to keepe thy day: - For and if thou canst answer my questions three, 75 - Thy life and thy living both saved shall bee. - - "And first, when thou seest me here in this stead, - With my crowne of golde so fair on my head, - Among all my liege-men so noble of birthe, - Tell me to one penny what I am worth." 80 - - "For thirty pence our Saviour was sold - Among the false Jewes, as I have bin told: - And twenty-nine is the worth of thee, - For I thinke thou art one penny worser than hee." - - The king he laughed, and swore by St. Bittel,[L85] 85 - "I did not think I had been worth so littel! - --Now secondly tell me, without any doubt, - How soone I may ride this whole world about." - - "You must rise with the sun, and ride with the same - Until the next morning he riseth againe; 90 - And then your grace need not make any doubt - But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about." - - The king he laughed, and swore by St. Jone, - "I did not think it could be gone so soone! - --Now from the third question thou must not shrinke, 95 - But tell me here truly what I do thinke." - - "Yea, that shall I do, and make your grace merry; - You thinke I'm the abbot of Canterbury; - But I'm his poor shepheard, as plain you may see, - That am come to beg pardon for him and for mee." 100 - - The king he laughed, and swore by the masse, - "Ile make thee lord abbot this day in his place!" - "Now naye, my liege, be not in such speede, - For alacke I can neither write ne reade." - - "Four nobles a week, then I will give thee, 105 - For this merry jest thou hast showne unto mee; - And tell the old abbot when thou comest home, - Thou hast brought him a pardon from good King John." - -85, Meaning probably St. Botolph. - - - - -CAPTAIN WEDDERBURN'S COURTSHIP. - -The two following ballads, in connection with the foregoing, will serve -as specimens of the anciently highly-popular class of riddle songs. No -ballad, says Motherwell, is even now more frequently met with on the -stalls than _Captain Wedderburn's Courtship_. It was first published in -_The New British Songster_, Falkirk, 1785, and afterwards in Jamieson's -_Popular Ballads_, ii. 154, from which the present copy is taken. -Chambers gives a few different readings from a copy furnished by Mr. -Kinloch--_Scottish Ballads_, p. 331. - -A fragment of this piece is given in _Minstrelsy of the English Border_, -p. 230, under the title of _The Laird of Roslin's Daughter_. Riddles -like those in the following ballads are found in _Proud Lady Margaret_, -p. 83 of this volume, _The Courteous Knight_, in the Appendix, and _The -Bonny Hind Squire_, in _Scottish Traditional Versions of Ancient -Ballads_, p. 42, Percy Society, vol. xvii.--three varieties of one -original: and in _Gifts from over Sea_, Appendix, p. 290. Also, in -several of the ancient Norse poems; in the ancient Danish ballad _Svend -Vonved_, Grundtvig, No. 18; in _Sven Svanehvit, Svenska F. V._, No. 45; -Hammershaimb's _F[ae]r[:o]iske Kv[ae]der_, ii. No. 4; Landstad's _Norske -Folkeviser_, p. 369; Erk's _Liederhort_, No. 153; Uhland, No. 1, 2, 3; -Erlach, iii. 37; _Wunderhorn_, ii. 407; Tschischka and Schottky, -_Oesterreichische Volksl._ p. 28; Haupt and Schmaler, _Volksl. der -Wenden_, i. No. 150, ii. No. 74; Talvj, _Volksl. der Serben_, ii. 77; -Goetze, _Stimmen des russischen Volkes_, p. 163; etc., etc. See -especially Grundtvig, i. 237, ii. 648, from whom we have borrowed some -of these references. - -"The following copy was furnished from Mr. Herd's MS. by the editor of -the Border Minstrelsy, and the present writer has supplied a few -readings of small importance from his own recollection, as it was quite -familiar to him in his early youth." JAMIESON. - - The Lord of Roslin's daughter - Walk'd thro' the wood her lane, - And by came Captain Wedderburn, - A servant to the king. - He said unto his serving men, 5 - "Were't not against the law, - I would tak her to my ain bed, - And lay her neist the wa'." - - "I am walking here alone," she says, - "Amang my father's trees; 10 - And you must let me walk alane, - Kind sir, now, if you please; - The supper bell it will be rung, - And I'll be mist awa'; - Sae I winna lie in your bed, 15 - Either at stock or wa'." - - He says, "My pretty lady, - I pray lend me your hand, - And you shall hae drums and trumpets - Always at your command; 20 - And fifty men to guard you with, - That well their swords can draw; - Sae we'se baith lie in ae bed, - And ye'se lie neist the wa'." - - "Haud awa frae me," she said, 25 - "And pray lat gae my hand; - The supper bell it will be rung, - I can nae langer stand; - My father he will angry be, - Gin I be miss'd awa; 30 - Sae I'll nae lie in your bed, - Either at stock or wa'." - - Then said the pretty lady, - "I pray tell me your name:" - "My name is Captain Wedderburn, 35 - A servant to the king. - Tho' thy father and his men were here, - Of them I'd have nae awe; - But tak you to my ain bed, - And lay you neist the wa'." 40 - - He lighted aff his milk-white steed, - And set this lady on, - And held her by the milk-white hand, - Even as they rade along; - He held her by the middle jimp, 45 - For fear that she should fa', - To tak her to his ain bed, - And lay her neist the wa'. - - He took her to his lodging-house; - His landlady look'd ben; 50 - Says, "Mony a pretty lady - In Edenbruch I've seen, - But sic a lovely face as thine - In it I never saw; - Gae mak her down a down-bed, 55 - And lay her neist the wa'." - - "O haud awa' frae me," she says, - "I pray ye lat me be; - I winna gang into your bed, - Till ye dress me dishes three: 60 - Dishes three ye maun dress to me, - Gin I should eat them a', - Afore that I lie in your bed, - Either at stock or wa'. - - "Its ye maun get to my supper 65 - A cherry without a stane; - And ye maun get to my supper - A chicken without a bane; - And ye maun get to my supper - A bird without a ga'; 70 - Or I winna lie in your bed, - Either at stock or wa'." - - "Its whan the cherry is in the flirry, - I'm sure it has nae stane; - And whan the chicken's in the egg, 75 - I'm sure it has nae bane; - And sin the flood o' Noah, - The dow she had nae ga';[L78] - Sae we'll baith lie in ae bed, - And ye'se lie neist the wa'." 80 - - "O haud your tongue, young man," she says, - "Nor that gait me perplex; - For ye maun tell me questions yet, - And that is questions six: - Questions six ye tell to me, 85 - And that is three times twa, - Afore I lie in your bed, - Either at stock or wa'. - - "What's greener than the greenest grass? - What hicher than the trees? 90 - What's war nor an ill woman's wish? - What's deeper than the seas? - What bird sings first? and whareupon - The dew doth first down fa'? - Ye sall tell afore I lay me down 95 - Between you and the wa'." - - "Vergris is greener than the grass; - Heaven's hicher than the trees; - The deil's warse nor a woman's wish; - Hell's deeper than the seas; 100 - The cock craws first; on cedar top - The dew down first doth fa'; - And we'll lie baith in ae bed, - And ye'se lie neist the wa'." - - "O haud your tongue, young man," she says, 105 - "And gi'e your fleechin' o'er, - Unless you'll find me ferlies, - And that is ferlies four; - Ferlies four ye maun find me, - And that is twa and twa; 110 - Or I'll never lie in your bed, - Either at stock or wa'. - - "And ye maun get to me a plumb - That in December grew; - And get to me a silk mantel, 115 - That waft was ne'er ca'd thro'; - A sparrow's horn; a priest unborn, - This night to join us twa; - Or I'll nae lie in your bed, - Either at stock or wa'." 120 - - "My father he has winter fruit - That in December grew; - My mither has an Indian gown, - That waft was ne'er ca'd thro'; - A sparrow's horn is quickly found; 125 - There's ane on every claw; - There's ane upon the neb o' him; - Perhaps there may be twa. - - "The priest he's standing at the door, - Just ready to come in; 130 - Nae man can say that he was born, - To lie it were a sin; - A wild bore tore his mither's side, - He out o' it did fa'; - Then we'll baith lie in ae bed, 135 - And thou's lie neist the wa'." - - Little kend Girzy Sinclair - That morning whan she raise, - That this wad be the hindermaist - O' a' her maiden days; 140 - But now there's nae within the realm, - I think, a blyther twa; - And they baith lie in ae bed, - And she lies neist the wa'. - -78. The peasants in Scotland say that the dove that was sent out of the -Ark by Noah flew till she burst her gall, and that no dove since that -time ever had a gall. J. - - - - -LAY THE BENT TO THE BONNY BROOM. - - -From Durfey's _Pills to Purge Melancholy_, iv. 129, with the title _A -Riddle wittily expounded_. The same in Jamieson's _Popular Ballads_, ii. -155, and in The Borderer's Table Book, vii. 83. A fragment of this -ballad, called _The Three Sisters_, is printed in Gilbert's _Ancient -Christmas Carols_, (2d ed.) p. 65, and has a different burden. It begins - - There were three sisters fair and bright, - _Jennifer gentle and Rosemaree_, - And they three loved one valiant knight, - _As the dew flies over the mulberry tree_. - - * * * * * - - There was a lady in the North-country, - _Lay the bent to the bonny broom_, - And she had lovely daughters three, - _Fa, la la la, fa, la la la ra re_. - - There was a knight of noble worth, - Which also lived at the North. - - The knight, of courage stout and brave, 5 - A wife he did desire to have. - - He knocked at the lady's gate, - One evening when it was late. - - The eldest sister let him in,[L9] - And pinn'd the door with a silver pin. 10 - - The second sister, she made his bed, - And laid soft pillows under his head. - - The youngest [sister] that same night, - She went to bed to this young knight. - - And in the morning when it was day, 15 - These words unto him she did say. - - "Now you have had your will," quoth she, - "I pray, Sir Knight, you marry me." - - This young brave knight to her reply'd. - "Thy suit, fair maid, shall not be deny'd, 20 - - "If thou canst answer me questions three, - This very day will I marry thee." - - "Kind sir, in love, O then," quoth she, - "Tell me what your three questions be." - - "O what is longer than the way?[L25] 25 - Or what is deeper than the sea? - - "Or what is louder than a horn? - Or what is sharper than a thorn? - - "Or what is greener than the grass? - Or what is worse than a woman was?" 30 - - "O love is longer than the way, - And hell is deeper than the sea. - - "And thunder's louder than the horn, - And hunger's sharper than a thorn. - - "And poyson's greener than the grass,[L35] 35 - And the devil's worse than the woman was." - - When she these questions answered had, - The knight became exceeding glad. - - And having truly try'd her wit, - He much commended her for it. 40 - - And after, as 'tis verified, - He made of her his lovely bride. - - So now, fair maidens all, adieu; - This song I dedicate to you. - - I wish that you may constant prove 45 - Unto the man that you do love. - -9. youngest. - -25. i.e. the milky way. - -35. "_Vergris_ is greener than the grass." _C. W.'s Courtship_, v. 97. - - - - -KING EDWARD FOURTH AND THE TANNER OF TAMWORTH. - - -The next two ballads belong to a class of tales extremely numerous in -England, in which the sovereign is represented as conversing on terms of -good fellowship with one of his humbler subjects who is unacquainted -with the royal person. In several of the best of these stories, the -monarch is benighted in the forest, and obliged to demand hospitality of -the first man he meets. He is at first viewed with suspicion and treated -with rudeness, but soon wins favor by his affability and good humor, and -is invited to partake of a liberal supper, composed in part of his own -venison. In due time the king reveals his true character to his -astonished and mortified host, who looks to be punished alike for his -familiarity and for deer-stealing, but is pardoned for both, and even -handsomely rewarded for his entertainment. - -The earliest of these stories seems to be that of King Alfred and the -Neatherd, in which the herdsman's wife plays the offending part, and the -peasant himself is made Bishop of Winchester. Others of very -considerable antiquity are the tales of Henry II. and the Cistercian -Abbot in the _Speculum Ecclesi[ae]_ of Giraldus Cambrensis, (an. 1220,) -printed in _Reliqui[ae] Antiqu[ae]_, i. 147; _King Edward and the -Shepherd_, and _The King_ [Edward] _and the Hermit_, in Hartshorne's -_Metrical Tales_, (p. 35, p. 293, the latter previously in _The British -Bibliographer_, iv. 81;) _Rauf Coilzear, how he harbreit King Charlis_, -in Laing's _Select Remains; John the Reeve_, an unprinted piece in the -Percy MS., founded on an adventure between King Edward I. and one of his -bailiffs, which is highly commended by Dr. Percy "for its genuine humor, -diverting incidents, and faithful picture of rustic manners;" and _The -King and the Barker_, the original of the present ballad. (See also the -seventh and eighth fits of the _Little Gest of Robin Hood_.) More recent -specimens are the two pieces here given, and others mentioned by Percy: -_King Henry and the Soldier_, _King Henry VIII. and the Cobbler_, _King -James I. and the Tinker_, _King William and the Forester, &c._ It is -obvious that a legend of immemorial antiquity has been transferred by -successive minstrels or story-tellers to the reigning monarch of their -own times. An anecdote of the same character is related by Mr. Wright of -Prince George of Denmark, and a poor artisan of Bristol, (_Essays_, ii. -172.) - -The meeting of King Richard with Friar Tuck in Ivanhoe, was suggested by -the tale of _King Edward and the Hermit_. "The general tone of the -story," says Scott, "belongs to all ranks and to all countries, which -emulate each other in describing the rambles of a disguised sovereign, -who, going in search of information or amusement into the lower ranks of -life, meets with adventures diverting to the reader or hearer, from the -contrast betwixt the monarch's outward appearance and his real -character. The Eastern tale-teller has for his theme the disguised -expeditions of Haroun Alraschid, with his faithful attendants Mesrour -and Giafar, through the midnight streets of Bagdad, and Scottish -tradition dwells upon the similar exploits of James V., distinguished -during such excursions by the travelling name of the Goodman of -Ballengeigh, as the Commander of the Faithful, when he desired to be -_incognito_, was known by that of Il Bondocani." - -_The King and the Barker_ is printed in Ritson's _Anc. Pop. Poetry_, p. -61; the modern ballad of _King Alfred and the Shepherd_, in _Old -Ballads_, i. 41; _King James and the Tinkler_, in Richardson's -_Borderer's Table Book_, vii. 8, and in the Percy Soc. Publications, -vol. xvii., _Ancient Poems, &c._ p. 109. - -"The following text is selected (with such other corrections as -occurred) from two copies in black letter. The one in the Bodleian -library, entitled _A merrie, pleasant, and delectable historie betweene -King Edward the Fourth, and a Tanner of Tamworth, &c._, printed at -London by John Danter, 1596. This copy, ancient as it now is, appears to -have been modernized and altered at the time it was published; and many -vestiges of the more ancient readings were recovered from another copy -(though more recently printed) in one sheet folio, without date, in the -Pepys collection." PERCY'S _Reliques_, ii. 87. - -The old copies, according to Ritson, contain a great many stanzas which -Percy "has not injudiciously suppressed." _King_ Henry _the Fourth and -the Tanner of Tamworth_ stands in the _Registers of the Stationers' -Company_, as licensed in 1564-5. The Tanner of Tamworth is introduced -into the First Part of Heywood's play of _Edward the Fourth_. - - In summer time, when leaves grow greene, - And blossoms bedecke the tree, - King Edward wolde a hunting ryde, - Some pastime for to see. - - With hawke and hounde he made him bowne, 5 - With horne, and eke with bowe; - To Drayton Basset he tooke his waye, - With all his lordes a rowe. - - And he had ridden ore dale and downe - By eight of clocke in the day, 10 - When he was ware of a bold tann[e']r, - Come ryding along the waye. - - A fayre russet coat the tanner had on, - Fast buttoned under his chin, - And under him a good cow-hide, 15 - And a mare of four shilling.[L16] - - "Nowe stande you still, my good lordes all, - Under the grene wood spraye; - And I will wend to yonder fellowe, - To weet what he will saye. 20 - - "God speede, God speede thee," sayd our king, - "Thou art welcome, sir," sayd hee; - "The readyest waye to Drayton Basset - I praye thee to shewe to mee." - - "To Drayton Basset woldst thou goe 25 - Fro the place where thou dost stand, - The next payre of gallowes thou comest unto, - Turne in upon thy right hand." - - "That is an unreadye waye," sayd our king, - "Thou doest but jest I see; 30 - Nowe shewe me out the nearest waye, - And I pray thee wend with mee." - - "Awaye with a vengeance!" quoth the tanner: - "I hold thee out of thy witt: - All daye have I rydden on Brocke my mare, 35 - And I am fasting yett." - - "Go with me downe to Drayton Basset, - No daynties we will spare; - All daye shalt thou eate and drinke of the best, - And I will paye thy fare." 40 - - "Gramercye for nothing," the tanner replyde, - "Thou payest no fare of mine: - I trowe I've more nobles in my purse, - Than thou hast pence in thine." - - "God give thee joy of them," sayd the king, 45 - "And send them well to priefe;" - The tanner wolde faine have beene away, - For he weende he had beene a thiefe. - - "What art thou," hee sayde, "thou fine fell[o']we? - Of thee I am in great feare; 50 - For the cloathes thou wearest upon thy backe - Might beseeme a lord to weare." - - "I never stole them," quoth our king, - "I tell you, sir, by the roode;" - "Then thou playest, as many an unthrift doth, 55 - And standest in midds of thy goode."[L56] - - "What tydinges heare you," sayd the kynge, - "As you ryde farre and neare?" - "I heare no tydinges, sir, by the masse, - But that cowe-hides are deare." 60 - - "Cowe-hides! cowe-hides! what things are those? - I marvell what they bee?" - "What, art thou a foole?" the tanner reply'd; - "I carry one under mee." - - "What craftsman art thou?" sayd the king; 65 - "I praye thee tell me trowe:" - "l am a barker, sir, by my trade; - Nowe tell me what art thou?" - - "I am a poore courtier, sir," quoth he, - "That am forth of service worne; 70 - And faine I wolde thy prentise bee, - Thy cunninge for to learne." - - "Marrye heaven forfend," the tanner replyde, - "That thou my prentise were; - Thou woldst spend more good than I shold winne - By fortye shilling a yere." 76 - - "Yet one thinge wolde I," sayd our king, - "If thou wilt not seeme strange; - Thoughe my horse be better than thy mare, - Yet with thee I faine wold change." 80 - - "Why if with me thou faine wilt change, - As change full well maye wee, - By the faith of my bodye, thou proude fell[o']we, - I will have some boot of thee." - - "That were against reason," sayd the king, 85 - "I sweare, so mote I thee; - My horse is better than thy mare, - And that thou well mayst see." - - "Yea, sir, but Brocke is gentle and mild, - And softly she will fare; 90 - Thy horse is unrulye and wild, i-wiss, - Aye skipping here and theare." - - "What boote wilt thou have?" our king reply'd; - "Now tell me in this stound;" - "Noe pence, nor half-pence, by my faye, 95 - But a noble in gold so round." - - "Here's twentye groates of white money[e'], - Sith thou wilt have it of mee;" - "I would have sworne now," quoth the tanner, - "Thou hadst not had one penni[e']. 100 - - "But since we two have made a change, - A change we must abide; - Although thou hast gotten Brocke my mare, - Thou gettest not my cowe-hide." - - "I will not have it," sayd the kynge, 105 - "I sweare, so mought I thee; - Thy foule cowe-hide I wolde not beare, - If thou woldst give it to mee." - - The tanner hee tooke his good cowe-hide, - That of the cow was hilt, 110 - And threwe it upon the king's sad[e']lle, - That was soe fayrelye gilte. - - "Now help me up, thou fine fell[o']we, - 'Tis time that I were gone; - When I come home to Gyllian my wife, 115 - Sheel say I am a gentilmon." - - The king he tooke him up by the legge, - The tanner a f** lett fall; - "Nowe marrye, good fellowe," sayd the kyng, - "Thy courtesye is but small." 120 - - When the tanner he was in the kinges sad[e']lle, - And his foote in his stirrup was, - He marvelled greatlye in his minde, - Whether it were golde or brass. - - But when his steede saw the cows taile wagge, 125 - And eke the blacke cowe-horne, - He stamped, and stared, and awaye he ranne, - As the devill had him borne. - - The tanner he pulld, the tanner he sweat, - And held by the pummil fast; 130 - At length the tanner came tumbling downe, - His necke he had well-nye brast. - - "Take thy horse again with a vengeance," he sayd, - "With mee he shall not byde;" - "My horse wolde have borne thee well enoughe, 135 - But he knewe not of thy cowe-hide. - - "Yet if againe thou faine woldst change, - As change full well may wee, - By the faith of my bodye, thou jolly tann[e']r, - I will have some boote of thee." 140 - - "What boote wilt thou have?" the tanner replyd, - "Nowe tell me in this stounde; - "Noe pence nor half-pence, sir, by my faye, - But I will have twentye pound." - - "Here's twentye groates out of my purse, 145 - And twentye I have of thine; - And I have one more, which we will spend - Together at the wine." - - The king set a bugle horne to his mouthe, - And blewe both loude and shrille; 150 - And soone came lords, and soone came knights, - Fast ryding over the hille. - - "Nowe, out alas," the tanner he cryde, - "That ever I sawe this daye! - Thou art a strong thiefe; yon come thy fellowes 155 - Will beare my cowe-hide away." - - "They are no thieves," the king replyde, - "I sweare, soe mote I thee; - But they are lords of the north country, - Here come to hunt with mee." 160 - - And soone before our king they came, - And knelt downe on the grounde; - Then might the tanner have beene awaye, - He had lever than twentye pounde. - - "A coller, a coller, here," sayd the king, 165 - "A coller," he loud gan crye; - Then woulde he lever then twentye pound, - He had not beene so nighe. - - "A coller! a coller!" the tanner he sayd, - "I trowe it will breed sorrowe; 170 - After a coller commeth a halter; - I trow I shall be hang'd to-morrowe." - - "Be not afraid, tanner," said our king; - "I tell thee, so mought I thee, - Lo here I make thee the best esquire 175 - That is in the North countrie.[L176] - - "For Plumpton-parke I will give thee, - With tenements faire beside,-- - 'Tis worth three hundred markes by the yeare,-- - To maintaine thy good cow-hide." 180 - - "Gramercye, my liege," the tanner replyde; - "For the favour thou hast me showne, - If ever thou comest to merry Tamw[o']rth, - Neates leather shall clout thy shoen." - -16. In the reign of Edward IV. Dame Cecill, lady of Torboke, in her will -dated March 7, A.D. 1466, among many other bequests, has this: "Also I -will that my sonne Thomas of Torboke have 13_s._ 4_d._ to buy him an -horse." Vide Harleian Catalogue, 2176, 27.--Now if 13_s._ 4_d._ would -purchase a steed fit for a person of quality, a tanner's horse might -reasonably be valued at four or five shillings.--PERCY. - -56. i. e. hast no other wealth, but what thou carriest about -thee.--PERCY. - -176. This stanza is restored from a quotation of this ballad in Selden's -_Titles of Honour_, who produces it as a good authority to prove, that -one mode of creating Esquires at that time, was by the imposition of a -collar. His words are, "Nor is that old pamphlet of the Tanner of -Tamworth and King Edward the Fourth so contemptible, but that wee may -thence note also an observable passage, wherein the use of making -Esquires, by giving collars, is expressed." (Sub. Tit. Esquire; & vide -in Spelmanni _Glossar. Armiger._) This form of creating Esquires -actually exists at this day among the Sergeants at Arms, who are -invested with a collar (which they wear on Collar Days) by the King -himself. - -This information I owe to Samuel Pegge, Esq., to whom the public is -indebted for that curious work, the _Curialia_, 4to.--PERCY. - - - - -THE KING AND MILLER OF MANSFIELD. - - -"The following is printed, with corrections from the Editor's folio MS. -collated with an old black-letter copy in the Pepys collection, entitled -_A pleasant ballad of King Henry II. and the Miller of Mansfield, -&c._"--PERCY's _Reliques_, iii. 22. - -Other copies, slightly different, in _A Collection of Old Ballads_, i. -53, and Ritson's _Ancient Songs_, ii. 173. - - -PART THE FIRST. - - Henry, our royall king, would ride a hunting - To the greene forest so pleasant and faire; - To see the harts skipping, and dainty does tripping, - Unto merry Sherwood his nobles repaire: - Hawke and hound were unbound, all things prepar'd 5 - For the game, in the same, with good regard. - - All a long summers day rode the king pleasantlye, - With all his princes and nobles eche one; - Chasing the hart and hind, and the bucke gallantlye, - Till the dark evening forc'd all to turne home. 10 - Then at last, riding fast, he had lost quite - All his lords in the wood, late in the night. - - Wandering thus wearilye, all alone, up and downe, - With a rude miller he mett at the last; - Asking the ready way unto faire Nottingham, 15 - "Sir," quoth the miller, "I meane not to jest, - Yet I thinke, what I thinke, sooth for to say; - You doe not lightlye ride out of your way." - - "Why, what dost thou think of me," quoth our king merrily, - "Passing thy judgment upon me so briefe?" 20 - "Good faith," sayd the miller, "I mean not to flatter thee, - I guess thee to bee but some gentleman thiefe; - Stand thee backe, in the darke; light not adowne, - Lest that I presentlye crack thy knaves crowne." - - "Thou dost abuse me much," quoth the king, "saying thus; 25 - I am a gentleman; lodging I lacke." - "Thou hast not," quoth th' miller, "one groat in thy purse; - All thy inheritance hanges on thy backe." - "I have gold to discharge all that I call; - If it be forty pence, I will pay all." 30 - - "If thou beest a true man," then quoth the miller, - "I sweare by my toll-dish, I'll lodge thee all night." - "Here's my hand," quoth the king; "that was I ever." - "Nay, soft," quoth the miller, "thou may'st be a sprite. - Better I'll know thee, ere hands we will shake; 35 - With none but honest men hands will I take." - - Thus they went all along unto the millers house, - Where they were seething of puddings and souse; - The miller first enter'd in, after him went the king; - Never came hee in soe smoakye a house. 40 - "Now," quoth hee, "let me see here what you are:" - Quoth the king, "Looke your fill, and doe not spare." - - "I like well thy countenance, thou hast an honest face: - With my son Richard this night thou shalt lye." - Quoth his wife, "By my troth, it is a handsome youth, 45 - Yet it's best, husband, to deal warilye. - Art thou no run-away, prythee, youth, tell? - Shew me thy passport, and all shal be well." - - Then our king presentlye, making lowe courtesye, - With his hatt in his hand, thus he did say; 50 - "I have no passport, nor never was servitor, - But a poor courtyer, rode out of my way: - And for your kindness here offered to mee, - I will requite you in everye degree." - - Then to the miller his wife whisper'd secretlye, 55 - Saying, "It seemeth, this youth's of good kin, - Both by his apparel, and eke by his manners; - To turne him out, certainlye were a great sin." - "Yea," quoth hee, "you may see he hath some grace, - When he doth speake to his betters in place." 60 - - "Well," quo' the millers wife, "young man, ye're welcome here; - And, though I say it, well lodged shall be: - Fresh straw will I have laid on thy bed so brave, - And good brown hempen sheets likewise," quoth shee. - "Aye," quoth the good man; "and when that is done, 65 - Thou shalt lye with no worse than our own sonne." - - "Nay, first," quoth Richard, "good-fellowe, tell me true, - Hast thou noe creepers within thy gay hose? - Or art thou not troubled with the scabbado?" - "I pray," quoth the king, "what creatures are those?" 70 - "Art thou not lowsy nor scabby?" quoth he: - "If thou beest, surely thou lyest not with mee." - - This caus'd the king, suddenlye, to laugh most heartilye, - Till the teares trickled fast downe from his eyes. - Then to their supper were they set orderlye, 75 - With hot bag-puddings, and good apple-pyes; - Nappy ale, good and stale, in a browne bowle, - Which did about the board merrilye trowle. - - "Here," quoth the miller, "good fellowe, I drinke to thee, - And to all courtnalls that courteous be." 80 - "I pledge thee," quoth our king, "and thanke thee heartilye - For my good welcome in everye degree: - And here, in like manner, I drinke to thy sonne." - "Do then," quoth Richard, "and quicke let it come." - - "Wife," quoth the miller, "fetch me forth lightfoote, 85 - And of his sweetnesse a little we'll taste." - A fair ven'son pastye brought she out presentlye, - "Eate," quoth the miller, "but, sir, make no waste. - Here's dainty lightfoote!" "In faith," sayd the king, - "I never before eat so daintye a thing." 90 - - "I-wis," quoth Richard, "no daintye at all it is, - For we doe eate of it everye day." - "In what place," sayd our king, "may be bought like to this?" - "We never pay pennye for itt, by my fay: - From merry Sherwood we fetch it home here; 95 - Now and then we make bold with our kings deer." - - "Then I thinke," sayd our king, "that it is venison." - "Eche foole," quoth Richard, "full well may know that: - Never are wee without two or three in the roof, - Very well fleshed, and excellent fat: 100 - But, prythee, say nothing wherever thou goe; - We would not, for two pence, the king should it knowe." - - "Doubt not," then sayd the king, "my promist secresye; - The king shall never know more on't for mee:" - A cupp of lambs-wool they dranke unto him then, 105 - And to their bedds they past presentlie. - The nobles, next morning, went all up and down, - For to seeke out the king in everye towne. - - At last, at the millers 'cott,' soone they espy'd him out, - As he was mounting upon his faire steede; 110 - To whom they came presently, falling down on their knee; - Which made the millers heart wofully bleede; - Shaking and quaking, before him he stood, - Thinking he should have been hang'd, by the rood. - - The king perceiving him fearfully trembling, 115 - Drew forth his sword, but nothing he sed: - The miller downe did fall, crying before them all, - Doubting the king would have cut off his head. - But he his kind courtesye for to requite, - Gave him great living, and dubb'd him a knight. 120 - - -PART THE SECONDE. - - When as our royall king came home from Nottingham, - And with his nobles at Westminster lay, - Recounting the sports and pastimes they had taken, - In this late progress along on the way, - Of them all, great and small, he did protest, 5 - The miller of Mansfields sport liked him best. - - "And now, my lords," quoth the king, "I am determined - Against St. Georges next sumptuous feast, - That this old miller, our new confirm'd knight, - With his son Richard, shall here be my guest: 10 - For, in this merryment, 'tis my desire - To talke with the jolly knight, and the young squire." - - When as the noble lords saw the kinges pleasantness, - They were right joyfull and glad in their hearts: - A pursuivant there was sent straighte on the business, 15 - The which had often-times been in those parts. - When he came to the place where they did dwell, - His message orderlye then 'gan he tell. - - "God save your worshippe," then said the messenger, - "And grant your ladye her own hearts desire; 20 - And to your sonne Richard good fortune and happiness, - That sweet, gentle, and gallant young squire. - Our king greets you well, and thus he doth say, - You must come to the court on St. George's day. - - "Therefore, in any case, faile not to be in place." 25 - "I-wis," quoth the miller, "this is an odd jest: - What should we doe there? faith, I am halfe afraid." - "I doubt," quoth Richard, "to be hang'd at the least." - "Nay," quoth the messenger, "you doe mistake; - Our king he provides a great feast for your sake." 30 - - Then sayd the miller, "By my troth, messenger, - Thou hast contented my worshippe full well: - Hold, here are three farthings, to quite thy gentleness, - For these happy tydings which thou dost tell. - Let me see, hear thou mee; tell to our king, 35 - We'll wayt on his mastershipp in everye thing." - - The pursuivant smiled at their simplicitye, - And making many leggs, tooke their reward, - And his leave taking with great humilitye, - To the kings court againe he repair'd; 40 - Shewing unto his grace, merry and free, - The knightes most liberall gift and bountie. - - When he was gone away, thus gan the miller say: - "Here come expences and charges indeed; - Now must we needs be brave, tho' we spend all we have, 45 - For of new garments we have great need. - Of horses and serving-men we must have store, - With bridles and saddles, and twentye things more." - - "Tushe, Sir John," quoth his wife, "why should you frett or frowne? - You shall ne'er be att no charges for mee; 50 - For I will turne and trim up my old russet gowne, - With everye thing else as fine as may bee; - And on our mill-horses swift we will ride, - With pillowes and pannells, as we shall provide." - - In this most statelye sort, rode they unto the court; 55 - Their jolly sonne Richard rode foremost of all, - Who set up, for good hap, a cocks feather in his cap,[L57] - And so they jetted downe to the kings hall; - The merry old miller with hands on his side; - His wife like maid Marian did mince at that tide.[L60] 60 - - The king and his nobles, that heard of their coming, - Meeting this gallant knight with his brave traine, - "Welcome, sir knight," quoth he, "with your gay lady; - Good Sir John Cockle, once welcome againe; - And so is the squire of courage soe free." 65 - Quoth Dicke, "A bots on you! do you know mee?" - - Quoth our king gentlye, "How should I forget thee? - That wast my owne bed-fellowe, well it I wot." - "Yea, sir," quoth Richard, "and by the same token, - Thou with thy farting didst make the bed hot." 70 - "Thou whore-son unhappy knave," then quoth the knight, - "Speake cleanly to our king, or else go sh***." - - The king and his courtiers laugh at this heartily, - While the king taketh them both by the hand; - With the court-dames and maids, like to the queen of spades, 75 - The millers wife did soe orderly stand, - A milk-maids courtesye at every word; - And downe all the folkes were set to the board. - - There the king royally, in princelye majestye, - Sate at his dinner with joy and delight; 80 - When they had eaten well, then he to jesting fell, - And in a bowle of wine dranke to the knight: - "Here's to you both, in wine, ale, and beer; - Thanking you heartilye for my good cheer." - - Quoth Sir John Cockle, "I'll pledge you a pottle, 85 - Were it the best ale in Nottinghamshire:" - But then said our king, "Now I think of a thing; - Some of your lightfoote I would we had here." - "Ho! ho!" quoth Richard, "full well I may say it - 'Tis knavery to eate it, and then to betray it." 90 - - "Why art thou angry?" quoth our king merrilye; - "In faith, I take it now very unkind: - I thought thou wouldst pledge me in ale and wine heartily." - Quoth Dicke, "You are like to stay till I have din'd: - You feed us with twatling dishes soe small; 95 - Zounds, a blacke-pudding is better than all." - - "Aye, marry," quoth our king, "that were a daintye thing, - Could a man get but one here for to eate:" - With that Dicke straite arose, and pluckt one from his hose, - Which with heat of his breech gan to sweate. - The king made a proffer to snatch it away:-- 100 - "'Tis meat for your master: good sir, you must stay." - - Thus in great merriment was the time wholly spent, - And then the ladyes prepared to dance: - Old Sir John Cockle, and Richard, incontinent 105 - Unto their places the king did advance. - Here with the ladyes such sport they did make, - The nobles with laughing did make their sides ake. - - Many thankes for their paines did the king give them, - Asking young Richard then, if he would wed; 110 - "Among these ladyes free, tell me which liketh thee?" - Quoth he, "Jugg Grumball, Sir, with the red head, - She's my love, she's my life, her will I wed; - She hath sworn I shall have her maidenhead." - - Then Sir John Cockle the king call'd unto him, 115 - And of merry Sherwood made him o'erseer, - And gave him out of hand three hundred pound yearlye: - "Take heed now you steele no more of my deer; - And once a quarter let's here have your view; - And now, Sir John Cockle, I bid you adieu." 120 - -57. for good hap: i. e. for good luck; they were going on a hazardous -expedition. P. - -60. Maid Marian in the Morris dance, was represented by a man in woman's -clothes, who was to take short steps in order to sustain the female -character. P. - - - - -GERNUTUS THE JEW OF VENICE. - -Percy's _Reliques_, i. 224. - - -In Douce's _Illustrations of Shakespeare_, (i. 278,) and Malone's -_Shakespeare_, (v. 3, 154, ed. 1821,) we are referred to a great many -stories resembling that of the present ballad. Two or three of these are -found in the Persian, and there can be no doubt that the original tale -is of eastern invention. The oldest European forms of the story are in -the _Gesta Romanorum_, (Wright's _Latin Stories_, Percy Soc. viii. 114, -Madden's _Old English Versions_, p. 130,) the French romance of -_Dolopathos_ (v. 7096, _et seq._), and the _Pecorone_ of Ser Giovanni -Fiorentino, written in 1378, but not printed till 1558. - -Shakespeare's _Merchant of Venice_ is known to have been played before -1598, and there is some reason to believe that it was produced as early -as 1594. The resemblance in many particulars between the play and the -narrative in the _Pecorone_ is conclusive to the fact that Shakespeare -was acquainted with the Italian novel, directly or by a translation. In -Gosson's _School of Abuse_, (1579,) mention is made of a play called -_The Jew_, in which was represented "the greediness of worldly choosers, -and bloody minds of usurers." It is possible that Shakespeare may have -made use of the incidents of this forgotten piece in the construction of -his plot, but as our knowledge of the older play amounts literally to -the description of it given by Gosson, nothing positive is to be said on -that point. Silvayn's _Orator_, translated from the French by Anthony -Munday in 1596, affords the earliest discovered _printed_ notice, in -English, of the bond and forfeiture, in a "Declamation, Of a Jew, who -would for his debt have a pound of flesh of a Christian;" and a striking -coincidence between the Jew's plea for the execution of the contract, -and the reasoning of Shylock before the Senate, may be regarded by some -as of weight sufficient to offset the evidence presented to show that -the _Merchant of Venice_ was on the stage in 1594. - -No dated copy of the ballad of _Gernutus_ is known. It is on the whole -more likely that the ballad is older than Shakespeare's comedy, but it -_may_ have been called forth by the popularity of that very piece. To -judge by the first stanza alone, the writer had derived his materials -from an Italian novel. - -We give in the Appendix another ballad, presenting considerable -diversity in the incidents, which we presume to be the one mentioned by -Douce under the title of _The Cruel Jews Garland_. - -In 1664, we are informed by Mr. Collier, Thomas Jordan made a ballad out -of the story of the Merchant of Venice, in his _Royal Arbor of Loyal -Poesie_, taking some liberties with the original plot. - -The following was printed from an ancient black-letter copy in the Pepys -collection, (compared with the Ashmole copy,) entitled, - - "A new Song, shewing the crueltie of 'Gernutus, a Jewe,' who, lending - to a merchant an hundred crowns, would have a pound of his fleshe, - because he could not pay him at the time appointed. To the tune of - _Black and Yellow_." - - -THE FIRST PART. - - In Venice towne not long agoe - A cruel Jew did dwell, - Which lived all on usurie, - As Italian writers tell. - - Gernutus called was the Jew, 5 - Which never thought to dye, - Nor ever yet did any good - To them in streets that lie. - - His life was like a barrow hogge, - That liveth many a day, 10 - Yet never once doth any good, - Until men will him slay. - - Or like a filthy heap of dung, - That lyeth in a whoard; - Which never can do any good, 15 - Till it be spread abroad. - - So fares it with the usurer, - He cannot sleep in rest - For feare the thiefe will him pursue, - To plucke him from his nest. 20 - - His heart doth thinke on many a wile - How to deceive the poore; - His mouth is almost ful of mucke, - Yet still he gapes for more. - - His wife must lend a shilling, 25 - For every weeke a penny; - Yet bring a pledge that is double worth, - If that you will have any. - - And see, likewise, you keepe your day, - Or else you loose it all: 30 - This was the living of the wife, - Her cow she did it call. - - Within that citie dwelt that time - A marchant of great fame, - Which being distressed in his need, 35 - Unto Gernutus came: - - Desiring him to stand his friend - For twelvemonth and a day; - To lend to him an hundred crownes; - And he for it would pay 40 - - Whatsoever he would demand of him, - And pledges he should have: - "No," quoth the Jew, with flearing lookes, - "Sir, aske what you will have. - - "No penny for the loane of it 45 - For one year you shall pay; - You may doe me as good a turne, - Before my dying day. - - "But we will have a merry jeast, - For to be talked long: 50 - You shall make me a bond," quoth he, - "That shall be large and strong. - - "And this shall be the forfeyture,-- - Of your owne fleshe a pound: - If you agree, make you the bond, 55 - And here is a hundred crownes." - - "With right good will," the marchant he says, - And so the bond was made. - When twelve month and a day drew on, - That backe it should be payd, 60 - - The marchants ships were all at sea, - And money came not in; - Which way to take, or what to doe, - To thinke he doth begin. - - And to Gernutus strait he comes, 65 - With cap and bended knee; - And sayde to him, "Of curtesie, - I pray you beare with mee. - - "My day is come, and I have not - The money for to pay; 70 - And little good the forfeyture - Will doe you, I dare say." - - "With all my heart," Gernutus sayd, - "Commaund it to your minde: - In thinges of bigger waight then this 75 - You shall me ready finde." - - He goes his way; the day once past, - Gernutus doth not slacke - To get a sergiant presently, - And clapt him on the backe. 80 - - And layd him into prison strong, - And sued his bond withall; - And when the judgement day was come, - For judgement he did call. - - The marchants friends came thither fast, 85 - With many a weeping eye, - For other means they could not find, - But he that day must dye. - - -THE SECOND PART. - - Of the Jews crueltie; setting foorth the mercifulnesse of the Judge - towards the Marchant. To the tune of _Black and Yellow_. - - Some offered for his hundred crownes - Five hundred for to pay; - And some a thousand, two or three, - Yet still he did denay. - - And at the last ten thousand crownes 5 - They offered, him to save: - Gernutus sayd, "I will no gold, - My forfeite I will have. - - "A pound of fleshe is my demand, - And that shall be my hire." 10 - Then sayd the judge, "Yet, good my friend, - Let me of you desire - - "To take the fleshe from such a place, - As yet you let him live: - Do so, and lo! an hundred crownes 15 - To thee here will I give." - - "No, no," quoth he, "no, judgement here; - For this it shall be tride; - For I will have my pound of fleshe - From under his right side." 20 - - It grieved all the companie - His crueltie to see, - For neither friend nor foe could helpe - But he must spoyled bee. - - The bloudie Jew now ready is 25 - With whetted blade in hand, - To spoyle the bloud of innocent, - By forfeit of his bond. - - And as he was about to strike - In him the deadly blow, 30 - "Stay," quoth the judge, "thy crueltie; - I charge thee to do so. - - "Sith needs thou wilt thy forfeit have, - Which is of flesh a pound, - See that thou shed no drop of bloud, 35 - Nor yet the man confound. - - "For if thou doe, like murderer - Thou here shalt hanged be: - Likewise of flesh see that thou cut - No more than longes to thee. 40 - - "For if thou take either more or lesse, - To the value of a mite, - Thou shalt be hanged presently, - As is both law and right." - - Gernutus now waxt franticke mad, 45 - And wotes not what to say; - Quoth he at last, "Ten thousand crownes - I will that he shall pay; - - "And so I graunt to set him free." - The judge doth answere make; 50 - "You shall not have a penny given; - Your forfeyture now take." - - At the last he doth demaund - But for to have his owne: - "No," quoth the judge, "doe as you list, 55 - Thy judgement shall be showne. - - "Either take your pound of flesh," quoth he, - "Or cancell me your bond:" - "O cruell judge," then quoth the Jew, - "That doth against me stand!" 60 - - And so with griping grieved mind[L61] - He biddeth them fare-well: - Then all the people prays'd the Lord, - That ever this heard tell. - - Good people, that doe heare this song, 65 - For trueth I dare well say, - That many a wretch as ill as hee - Doth live now at this day; - - That seeketh nothing but the spoyle - Of many a wealthy man, 70 - And for to trap the innocent - Deviseth what they can. - - From whome the Lord deliver me, - And every Christian too, - And send to them like sentence eke 75 - That meaneth so to do. - -61. griped, Ashmole copy. - - - - -THE FROLICKSOME DUKE; OR THE TINKER'S GOOD FORTUNE. - - Percy's _Reliques_, i. 255. - - -The story of this ballad, like that of the preceding, was probably -derived from the east. It is the same as the tale of _The Sleeper -Awakened_ in the _Arabian Nights_, and a like incident is found also in -the tale of _Xailoun_ in the _Continuation of the Arabian Nights_. -Interpolations from European sources are said to have been made by the -translators both of the _Arabian Nights_ and of the _Continuation_, and -it has been suggested that _The Sleeper Awakened_ is one of these. -(_Gent. Mag._ 64, I. 527.) It is even true that this story does not -occur in the manuscript used by Galland. It _is_ found, however, in one -manuscript, and is accordingly admitted into the recent version.--Marco -Polo relates that Ala-eddin, "the Old Man of the Mountain," was -accustomed to employ a device resembling that of the ballad, to persuade -his youthful votaries of his power to transport them to Paradise. (Chap. -xxi. of Marsden's translation.) A similar anecdote is told as -historically true by the Arabic writer El-Is-hakee, who printed his work -in the early part of the 17th century (Lane's _Thousand and One -Nights_, ii. 376), while in Europe the story is related of Philip the -Good, Duke of Burgundy, by Heuterus, _Rerum Burgund._ lib. iv.; of the -Emperor Charles the Fifth, by Sir Richard Barckley, in _A Discourse on -the Felicitie of Man_, 1598; and of the Marquess of Worcester, in _The -Apothegms of King James, King Charles, the Marquess of Worcester, &c._ -1658. Warton had seen among Collins's books a collection of prose tales -in black-letter, dated 1570, among which was this story. It was until -lately, and no doubt is still, found in the stalls, under the title of -_The Frolicksome Courtier and the Jovial Tinker_. (See Douce's -_Illustrations_, and Malone's _Shakespeare_.) - -Which of the many forms of the story was known to the author of the old -play of _The Taming of a Shrew_, on which Shakespeare's comedy is -founded, it would be more difficult than important to determine. Mr. -Halliwell mentions a Dutch comedy, called _Dronkken Hansje_, (1657,) -having the plot of the Induction to these plays. - -This ballad was given from a black-letter copy in the Pepys collection. - - Now as fame does report, a young duke keeps a court, - One that pleases his fancy with frolicksome sport: - But amongst all the rest, here is one I protest, - Which will make you to smile when you hear the true jest: - A poor tinker he found, lying drunk on the ground, 5 - As secure in sleep as if laid in a swound. - - The duke said to his men, "William, Richard, and Ben, - Take him home to my palace, we'll sport with him then." - O'er a horse he was laid, and with care soon convey'd - To the palace, altho' he was poorly arrai'd: 10 - Then they stript off his cloaths, both his shirt, shoes, and hose, - And they put him to bed for to take his repose. - - Having pull'd off his shirt, which was all over durt, - They did give him clean holland, this was no great hurt: - On a bed of soft down, like a lord of renown, 15 - They did lay him to sleep the drink out of his crown. - In the morning, when day, then admiring he lay, - For to see the rich chamber, both gaudy and gay. - - Now he lay something late, in his rich bed of state, - Till at last knights and squires they on him did wait; 20 - And the chamberlain bare, then did likewise declare, - He desired to know what apparel he'd ware: - The poor tinker amaz'd, on the gentleman gaz'd, - And admired how he to this honour was rais'd. - - Tho' he seem'd something mute, yet he chose a rich suit, 25 - Which he straitways put on without longer dispute, - With a star on his side, which the tinker offt ey'd, - And it seem'd for to swell him 'no' little with pride; - For he said to himself, "Where is Joan my sweet wife? - Sure she never did see me so fine in her life." 30 - - From a convenient place, the right duke, his good grace, - Did observe his behaviour in every case. - To a garden of state, on the tinker they wait, - Trumpets sounding before him: thought he, this is great: - Where an hour or two, pleasant walks he did view, 35 - With commanders and squires in scarlet and blew. - - A fine dinner was drest, both for him and his guests; - He was plac'd at the table above all the rest, - In a rich chair 'or bed,' lin'd with fine crimson red, - With a rich golden canopy over his head: 40 - As he sat at his meat, the musick play'd sweet, - With the choicest of singing his joys to compleat. - - While the tinker did dine, he had plenty of wine, - Rich canary, with sherry and tent superfine. - Like a right honest soul, faith, he took off his bowl, 45 - Till at last he began for to tumble and roul - From his chair to the floor, where he sleeping did snore, - Being seven times drunker than ever before. - - Then the duke did ordain, they should strip him amain, - And restore him his old leather garments again: 50 - 'Twas a point next the worst, yet perform it they must, - And they carry'd him strait, where they found him at first, - Then he slept all the night, as indeed well he might; - But when he did waken, his joys took their flight. - - For his glory 'to him' so pleasant did seem, 55 - That he thought it to be but a meer golden dream; - Till at length he was brought to the duke, where he sought - For a pardon, as fearing he had set him at nought. - But his highness he said, "Thou'rt a jolly bold blade: - Such a frolick before I think never was plaid." 60 - - Then his highness bespoke him a new suit and cloak, - Which he gave for the sake of this frolicksome joak, - Nay, and five hundred pound, with ten acres of ground: - "Thou shalt never," said he, "range the counteries round, - Crying old brass to mend, for I'll be thy good friend, 65 - Nay, and Joan thy sweet wife shall my duchess attend." - - Then the tinker reply'd, "What! must Joan my sweet bride - Be a lady in chariots of pleasure to ride? - Must we have gold and land ev'ry day at command? - Then I shall be a squire, I well understand. 70 - Well I thank your good grace, and your love I embrace; - I was never before in so happy a case." - - - - -THE HEIR OF LINNE. - - Percy's _Reliques_, ii. 135. - - -"The original of this ballad," says Percy, "is found in the Editor's -folio MS., the breaches and defects in which, rendered the insertion of -supplemental stanzas necessary. These it is hoped the reader will -pardon, as indeed the completion of the story was suggested by a modern -ballad on a similar subject. From the Scottish phrases here and there -discernible in this poem, it would seem to have been originally composed -beyond the Tweed." - -The modern ballad here mentioned is probably _The Drunkards Legacy_, -printed from an old chap-book, in _Ancient Poems, Ballads_, and _Songs_, -p. 151, Percy Society, vol. xvii. The Scottish version of the _Heir of -Linne_ is annexed to the present in the only form in which it is now to -be obtained. - -The incident by which the hidden treasure is discovered in this ballad, -occurs (as observes a writer in the _British Bibliographer_, iv. 182) in -a story of Cinthio's, _Heccatomithi_, Dec. ix. nov. 8: but the argument -of that story is in other respects different, being in fact the -following epigram: - - [Greek: Chryson an[^e]r heur[^o]n elipe brochon; autar ho chryson, - hon lipen, ouch heur[^o]n, [^e]psen hon eure brochon.] - - Brunck's _Anthologia_, vol. i. p. 106. - - -PART THE FIRST. - - Lithe and listen, gentlemen, - To sing a song I will beginne: - It is of a lord of faire Scotl[a']nd, - Which was the unthrifty heire of Linne. - - His father was a right good lord, 5 - His mother a lady of high degree; - But they, alas! were dead him froe, - And he lov'd keeping companie. - - To spend the daye with merry cheare, - To drinke and revell every night, 10 - To card and dice from eve to morne, - It was, I ween, his hearts delighte. - - To ride, to runne, to rant, to roare, - To alwaye spend and never spare, - I wott, an' it were the king himselfe, 15 - Of gold and fee he mote be bare. - - Soe fares the unthrifty lord of Linne - Till all his gold is gone and spent; - And he maun sell his landes so broad, - His house, and landes, and all his rent. 20 - - His father had a keen stew[a']rde, - And John o' the Scales was called hee: - But John is become a gentel-man, - And John has gott both gold and fee. - - Sayes, "Welcome, welcome, Lord of Linne, 25 - Let nought disturb thy merry cheere; - Iff thou wilt sell thy landes soe broad, - Good store of gold Ile give thee heere." - - "My gold is gone, my money is spent; - My lande nowe take it unto thee: 30 - Give me the golde, good John o' the Scales, - And thine for aye my lande shall bee." - - Then John he did him to record draw, - And John he cast him a gods-pennie;[L34] - But for every pounde that John agreed, 35 - The lande, i-wis, was well worth three. - - He told him the gold upon the borde, - He was right glad his land to winne; - "The gold is thine, the land is mine, - And now Ile be the lord of Linne." 40 - - Thus he hath sold his land soe broad, - Both hill and holt, and moore and fenne, - All but a poore and lonesome lodge, - That stood far off in a lonely glenne. - - For soe he to his father hight. 45 - "My sonne, when I am gonne," sayd hee, - "Then thou wilt spend thy lande so broad, - And thou wilt spend thy gold so free. - - "But sweare me nowe upon the roode, - That lonesome lodge thou'lt never spend; 50 - For when all the world doth frown on thee, - Thou there shalt find a faithful friend." - - The heire of Linne is full of golde: - "And come with me, my friends," sayd hee, - "Let's drinke, and rant, and merry make, 55 - And he that spares, ne'er mote he thee." - - They ranted, drank, and merry made, - Till all his gold it waxed thinne; - And then his friendes they slunk away; - They left the unthrifty heire of Linne. 60 - - He had never a penny left in his purse, - Never a penny left but three, - And one was brass, another was lead, - And another it was white mon[e']y. - - "Nowe well-aday," sayd the heire of Linne, 65 - "Nowe well-aday, and woe is mee, - For when I was the lord of Linne, - I never wanted gold nor fee. - - "But many a trustye friend have I, - And why shold I feel dole or care? 70 - Ile borrow of them all by turnes, - Soe need I not be never bare." - - But one, i-wis, was not at home; - Another had payd his gold away; - Another call'd him thriftless loone, 75 - And bade him sharpely wend his way. - - "Now well-aday," sayd the heire of Linne, - "Now well-aday, and woe is me; - For when I had my landes so broad, - On me they liv'd right merrilee. 80 - - "To beg my bread from door to door, - I-wis, it were a brenning shame; - To rob and steal it were a sinne; - To worke, my limbs I cannot frame. - - "Now Ile away to [the] lonesome lodge, 85 - For there my father bade me wend: - When all the world should frown on mee - I there shold find a trusty friend." - -34. i. e. earnest-money; from the French _denier [a'] Dieu_. At this day, -when application is made to the Dean and Chapter of Carlisle to accept -an exchange of the tenant under one of their leases, a piece of silver -is presented, by the new tenant, which is still called a God's-penny. -PERCY. - - -PART THE SECOND. - - Away then hyed the heire of Linne, - Oer hill and holt, and moor and fenne, - Untill he came to [the] lonesome lodge, - That stood so lowe in a lonely glenne. - - He looked up, he looked downe, 5 - In hope some comfort for to winne; - But bare and lothly were the walles; - "Here's sorry cheare," quo' the heire of Linne. - - The little windowe, dim and darke, - Was hung with ivy, brere, and yewe; 10 - No shimmering sunn here ever shone, - No halesome breeze here ever blew. - - No chair, ne table he mote spye, - No chearful hearth, ne welcome bed, - Nought save a rope with renning noose, 15 - That dangling hung up o'er his head. - - And over it in broad lett[e']rs, - These words were written so plain to see: - "Ah! gracelesse wretch, hast spent thine all, - And brought thyselfe to penurie? 20 - - "All this my boding mind misgave, - I therefore left this trusty friend: - Let it now sheeld thy foule disgrace, - And all thy shame and sorrows end." - - Sorely shent wi' this rebuke, 25 - Sorely shent was the heire of Linne; - His heart, i-wis, was near to-brast - With guilt and sorrowe, shame and sinne. - - Never a word spake the heire of Linne, - Never a word he spake but three: 30 - "This is a trusty friend indeed, - And is right welcome unto mee." - - Then round his necke the corde he drewe, - And sprang aloft with his bod[i']e, - When lo! the ceiling burst in twaine, 35 - And to the ground come tumbling hee. - - Astonyed lay the heire of Linne, - Ne knewe if he were live or dead: - At length he looked, and sawe a bille, - And in it a key of gold so redd. 40 - - He took the bill, and lookt it on, - Strait good comfort found he there: - Itt told him of a hole in the wall, - In which there stood three chests in-fere. - - Two were full of the beaten golde, 45 - The third was full of white mon[e']y; - And over them in broad lett[e']rs - These words were written so plaine to see. - - "Once more, my sonne, I sette thee clere; - Amend thy life and follies past; 50 - For but thou amend thee of thy life, - That rope must be thy end at last." - - "And let it bee," sayd the heire of Linne, - "And let it bee, but if I amend: - For here I will make mine avow, 55 - This reade shall guide me to the end." - - Away then went with a merry cheare, - Away then went the heire of Linne; - I-wis, he neither ceas'd ne blanne, - Till John o' the Scales house he did winne. 60 - - And when he came to John o' the Scales, - Upp at the speere then looked hee; - There sate three lords upon a rowe, - Were drinking of the wine so free. - - And John himselfe sate at the bord-head, 65 - Because now lord of Linne was hee; - "I pray thee," he said, "good John o' the Scales, - "One forty pence for to lend mee." - - "Away, away, thou thriftless loone; - Away, away, this may not bee: 70 - For Christs curse on my head," he sayd, - "If ever I trust thee one pennie." - - Then bespake the heire of Linne, - To John o' the Scales wife then spake he: - "Madame, some almes on me bestowe, 75 - I pray for sweet saint Charitie." - - "Away, away, thou thriftless loone, - I sweare thou gettest no almes of mee; - For if we should hang any losel heere, - The first we wold begin with thee." 80 - - Then bespake a good fell[o']we, - Which sat at John o' the Scales his bord; - Sayd, "Turn againe, thou heir of Linne; - Some time thou wast a well good lord. - - "Some time a good fellow thou hast been, 85 - And sparedst not thy gold and fee; - Therefore Ile lend thee forty pence, - And other forty if need bee. - - "And ever I pray thee, John o' the Scales, - To let him sit in thy companie: 90 - For well I wot thou hadst his land, - And a good bargain it was to thee." - - Up then spake him John o' the Scales, - All wood he answer'd him againe: - "Now Christs curse on my head," he sayd, 95 - "But I did lose by that barg[a']ine. - - "And here I proffer thee, heire of Linne, - Before these lords so faire and free, - Thou shalt have it backe again better cheape - By a hundred markes than I had it of thee." - - "I drawe you to record, lords," he said, 100 - With that he cast him a gods-pennie: - "Now by my fay," sayd the heire of Linne, - "And here, good John, is thy mon[e']y." - - And he pull'd forth three bagges of gold, 105 - And layd them down upon the bord; - All woe begone was John o' the Scales, - Soe shent he cold say never a word. - - He told him forth the good red gold. - He told it forth [with] mickle dinne. 110 - "The gold is thine, the land is mine, - And now Ime againe the lord of Linne." - - Sayes, "Have thou here, thou good fell[o']we, - Forty pence thou didst lend mee: - Now I am againe the lord of Linne, 115 - And forty pounds I will give thee. - - "Ile make thee keeper of my forrest, - Both of the wild deere and the tame; - For but I reward thy bounteous heart, - I-wis, good fellowe, I were to blame." 120 - - "Now welladay!" sayth Joan o' the Scales; - "Now welladay, and woe is my life! - Yesterday I was lady of Linne, - Now Ime but John o' the Scales his wife." - - "Now fare thee well," sayd the heire of Linne, 125 - "Farewell now, John o' the Scales," said hee: - "Christs curse light on mee, if ever again - I bring my lands in jeopardy." - - - - -THE HEIR OF LINNE. - - From _Scottish Traditional Versions of Ancient Ballads_, p. 30, - Percy Society, vol. xvii. - - - The bonny heir, and the weel-faur'd heir, - And the wearie heir o' Linne, - Yonder he stands at his father's yetts, - An naebody bids him come in. - - O see for he gangs, an' see for he stands, 5 - The wearie heir o' Linne; - O see for he stands on the cauld casey, - And nae an' bids him come in. - - But if he had been his father's heir, - Or yet the heir o' Linne, 10 - He wou'dna stand on the cauld casey, - Some an' wad taen him in. - - "Sing ower again that sang, nourice, - The sang ye sang just noo;" - "I never sang a sang i' my life, 15 - But I wad sing ower to you." - - O see for he gangs, an' see for he stands, - The wearie heir o' Linne; - O see for he stands on the cauld casey, - An' nae an' bids him come in. 20 - - But if he had been his father's heir, - Or yet the heir o' Linne, - He wadna stand on the cauld casye, - Some ane wad taen him in. - - When his father's lands a sellin' were, 25 - His claise lay weel in fauld, - But now he wanders on the shore, - Baith hungry, weet, and cauld. - - As Willie he gaed down the toun, - The gentlemen were drinkin'; 30 - Some bade gie Willie a glass, a glass, - And some bade him gae nane; - Some bade gie Willie a glass, a glass, - The weary heir o' Linne. - - As Willie he cam' up the toun, 35 - The fishers were a sittin'; - Some bade gie Willie a fish, a fish, - Some bade gie him a fin; - Some bade gie him a fish, a fish, - And lat the palmer gang. 40 - - He turned him richt and roun' about, - As will as a woman's son, - And taen his cane into his hand, - And on his way to Linne. - - His nourice at her window look'd, 45 - Beholding dale and doun, - And she beheld this distress'd young man - Come walkin' to the town. - - "Come here, come here, Willie," she said, - "And set yoursel' wi me; 50 - I hae seen you i' better days, - And in jovial companie." - - "Gie me a sheave o' your bread, nourice, - And a bottle o' your wine, - And I'll pay you it a' ower again, 55 - When I'm the laird o' Linne." - - "Ye'se got a sheave o' my bread, Willie, - "And a bottle o' my wine,[L58] - An' ye'll pay me when the seas gang dry, - But ye'll ne'er be heir o' Linne." 60 - - Then he turn'd him richt and roun' about, - As will as woman's son; - And aff he set, and bent his way, - And straightway came to Linne. - - But when he cam to that castle, 65 - They were set doun to dine; - A score o' nobles there he saw, - Sat drinkin' at the wine. - - Then some bad' gie him beef, the beef, - And some bad' gie him the bane; 70 - And some bad' gie him naething at a', - But lat the palmer gang. - - Then out it speaks the new come laird, - A saucie word spak' hee; - "Put roun' the cup, gie my rival a sup, 75 - Lat him fare on his way." - - Then out it speaks Sir Ned Magnew, - Ane o' young Willie's kin; - "This youth was ance a sprightlie boy - As ever lived in Linne." 80 - - He turned him richt and roun' about, - As will as woman's son; - Then minded him on a little wee key, - That his mither left to him. - - His mither left him this little wee key 85 - A little before she deed; - And bad him keep this little wee key - Till he was in maist need. - - Then forth he went, an' these nobles left, - A' drinkin' in the room; 90 - Wi' walkin' rod intill his hand, - He walked the castle roun'. - - There he found out a little door, - For there the wee key slippit in, - An' there he got as muckle red gowd 95 - As freed the lands o' Linne. - - Back through the nobles then he went, - A saucie man was then; - "I'll tak' the cup frae this new-come laird, - For he ne'er bad me sit doun." 100 - - Then out it speaks the new-come laird, - He spak' wi' mock an' jeer; - "I'd gie a seat to the laird o' Linne, - Sae be that he were here. - - "When the lands o' Linne a sellin' were, 105 - A' men said they were free; - This lad shall hae them frae me this day, - If he'll gie the third pennie." - - "I tak' ye witness, nobles a', - Gude witnesses ye'll be; 110 - I'm promis'd the lands o' Linne this day, - If I gie the third pennie." - - "Ye've taen us witnesses, Willie," they said, - "Gude witnesses we'll be; - Buy the lands o' Linne who likes, 115 - They'll ne'er be bought by thee." - - He's done him to a gamin' table, - For it stood fair and clean; - There he tauld doun as much rich gowd - As freed the lands o' Linne. 120 - - Thus having done, he turn'd about, - A saucie man was he; - "Tak' up your monie, my lad," he says, - "Tak' up your third pennie. - - "Aft hae I gane wi' barefeet cauld, 125 - Likewise wi' legs fu' bare, - And mony day walk'd at these yetts - Wi' muckle dool an' care. - - "But now my sorrow's past and gane, - And joy's returned to me; 130 - And here I've gowd enough forbye, - Ahin this third pennie." - - As Willie he gaed doun the toun, - There he craw'd wonderous crouse; - He ca'd the may afore them a', 135 - The nourice o' the house. - - "Come here, come here, my nurse," he says, - "I'll pay your bread and wine; - Seas ebb and flow as they wont to do, - Yet I'm the laird o' Linne." 140 - - An' he gaed up the Gallowgate port, - His hose aboon his shoon; - But lang ere he cam down again - Was convoyed by lords fifteen. - -58. your wine. - - - - -THE WANDERING JEW. - - -In the year 1228, we are informed by Matthew Paris, an Armenian -archbishop visited England, with letters from the Pope, to make the tour -of the holy places. During a sojourn at the monastery of St. Albans, he -was asked by one of the brethren if he knew anything of the famous -Joseph, so much spoken of, who had been present at the crucifixion, and -was still living as a witness to the truth of the Christian faith. The -archbishop responded that the fact was indeed as reported, and one of -his retinue added, that his master had personally known this -extraordinary character, and had admitted him to his table only a short -time before setting out for the West; that he had been porter to Pontius -Pilate, and was named Cartaphilus; that when the Jews were dragging -Christ from the judgment-hall, he had struck him in the back with his -fist, saying, "Go faster, Jesus: why dost thou tarry?"--whereupon Christ -turned to him and said, "I go, but thou shalt tarry till my coming." -After the death of Jesus, Cartaphilus had been converted, and baptized -by Ananias, under the name of Joseph. Still the sentence pronounced upon -him by the Saviour was not revoked, and he remained in the world, -awaiting the Lord's second advent, living in Armenia, or some other -country of the East. Whenever he reached the age of a hundred, he fell -into a trance, and when he revived, found himself again about thirty -years old, as he had been at the epoch of Christ's suffering. - -This story Matthew Paris heard at St. Albans, of which monastery he was -himself a brother, a few years after the memorable visit of the Armenian -prelate. His contemporary, Philippe Mouskes, Bishop of Tournay, has -incorporated the substance of his narrative into his rhymed chronicle, -edited by the Baron de Reiffenberg, v. 25524, et seq. We hear nothing -more of the Wandering Jew from this time until the middle of the 16th -century, when he presents himself at Hamburgh, (in 1547,) calling -himself Ahasuerus, who had been a shoemaker at Jerusalem. The ballad -which follows is founded upon some narrative of this event, many of -which were published. It will be noticed that in the second form of the -legend, the punishment of perpetual existence, which gives rise to the -old names, _Jud[ae]us non mortalis_, _Ewiger Jude_, is aggravated by a -condemnation to incessant change of place, which is indicated by a -corresponding name, _Wandering Jew_, _Juif Errant_, etc. - -It is unnecessary, and would be impossible, to specify the various times -and places at which the Wandering Jew has successively reappeared. The -legend being firmly believed by the vulgar throughout Christendom, an -opportunity for imposture was afforded which could not fail to be -improved. The last recorded apparition was at Brussels, in April, 1774, -and on this occasion the wanderer had again changed his name to Isaac -Laquedem. Of the origin of the tradition we know nothing. M. Lacroix has -suggested that it took its rise in a grand and beautiful allegory in -which the Hebrew race were personified under the figure of the -Everlasting Wanderer. See Calmet's _Bible Dictionary_, Gr[:a]sse, _Die -Sage vom Ewigen Juden_, Dresden and Leipsic, 1844, Paul Lacroix's -Bibliographical Preface to Dor['e]'s Designs, _La L['e]gende du Juif -Errant, etc._ Paris, 1856. - -This ballad is taken from Percy's _Reliques_, ii. 317, and was from a -black-letter copy in the Pepys collection. - - When as in faire Jerusalem - Our Saviour Christ did live, - And for the sins of all the worlde - His own deare life did give, - The wicked Jewes with scoffes and scornes 5 - Did dailye him molest, - That never till he left his life, - Our Saviour could not rest. - - When they had crown'd his head with thornes, - And scourg'd him to disgrace, 10 - In scornfull sort they led him forthe - Unto his dying place, - Where thousand thousands in the streete - Beheld him passe along, - Yet not one gentle heart was there, 15 - That pityed this his wrong. - - Both old and young reviled him, - As in the streete he wente, - And nought he found but churlish tauntes, - By every ones consente: 20 - His owne deare cross he bore himselfe, - A burthen far too great, - Which made him in the streete to fainte, - With blood and water sweat. - - Being weary thus, he sought for rest, 25 - To ease his burthened soule, - Upon a stone; the which a wretch - Did churlishly controule; - And sayd, "Awaye, thou King of Jewes, - Thou shalt not rest thee here; 30 - Pass on; thy execution place - Thou seest nowe draweth neare." - - And thereupon he thrust him thence; - At which our Saviour sayd, - "I sure will rest, but thou shalt walke, 35 - And have no journey stayed." - With that this cursed shoemaker, - For offering Christ this wrong, - Left wife and children, house and all, - And went from thence along. 40 - - Where after he had seene the bloude - Of Jesus Christ thus shed, - And to the crosse his bodye nail'd, - Awaye with speed he fled, - Without returning backe againe 45 - Unto his dwelling place, - And wandred up and downe the worlde, - A runnagate most base. - - No resting could he finde at all, - No ease, nor hearts content; 50 - No house, nor home, nor biding place; - But wandring forth he went - From towne to towne in foreigne landes, - With grieved conscience still, - Repenting for the heinous guilt 55 - Of his fore-passed ill. - - Thus after some fewe ages past - In wandring up and downe, - He much again desired to see - Jerusalems renowne. 60 - But finding it all quite destroyd, - He wandred thence with woe, - Our Saviours wordes, which he had spoke, - To verifie and showe. - - "I'll rest," sayd hee, "but thou shalt walke;" 65 - So doth this wandring Jew, - From place to place, but cannot rest - For seeing countries newe; - Declaring still the power of him, - Whereas he comes or goes; 70 - And of all things done in the east, - Since Christ his death, he showes. - - The world he hath still compast round - And seene those nations strange, - That hearing of the name of Christ, 75 - Their idol gods doe change: - To whom he hath told wondrous thinges - Of time forepast and gone, - And to the princes of the worlde - Declares his cause of moane: 80 - - Desiring still to be dissolv'd, - And yeild his mortal breath; - But, if the Lord hath thus decreed, - He shall not yet see death. - For neither lookes he old nor young, 85 - But as he did those times, - When Christ did suffer on the crosse - For mortall sinners crimes. - - He hath past through many a foreigne place, - Arabia, Egypt, Africa, 90 - Grecia, Syria, and great Thrace, - And throughout all Hungaria: - Where Paul and Peter preached Christ, - Those blest apostles deare, - There he hath told our Saviours wordes, 95 - In countries far and neare. - - And lately in Bohemia, - With many a German towne, - And now in Flanders, as 'tis thought, - He wandreth up and downe: 100 - Where learned men with him conferre - Of those his lingering dayes, - And wonder much to heare him tell - His journeyes and his wayes. - - If people give this Jew an almes, 105 - The most that he will take - Is not above a groat a time: - Which he, for Jesus' sake, - Will kindlye give unto the poore, - And thereof make no spare, 110 - Affirming still that Jesus Christ - Of him hath dailye care. - - He ne'er was seene to laugh nor smile, - But weepe and make great moane; - Lamenting still his miseries, 115 - And dayes forepast and gone. - If he heare any one blaspheme, - Or take God's name in vaine, - He telles them that they crucifie - Their Saviour Christe againe. 120 - - "If you had seene his death," saith he, - "As these mine eyes have done, - Ten thousand thousand times would yee - His torments think upon, - And suffer for his sake all paine 125 - Of torments, and all woes:" - These are his wordes, and eke his life, - Whereas he comes or goes. - - - - -PROUD LADY MARGARET. - - -From _Minstrelsy of the Scotish Border_, iii. 32. This copy of the -ballad is imperfect. A complete version is inserted in the Appendix from -Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, i. 91. There is another, -also defective, called _The Bonny Hind Squire_, in _Scottish Traditional -Versions of Ancient Ballads_, p. 42, Percy Soc. vol. xvii. - - 'Twas on a night, an evening bright, - When the dew began to fa', - Lady Margaret was walking up and down, - Looking o'er her castle wa'. - - She looked east, and she looked west, 5 - To see what she could spy, - When a gallant knight came in her sight, - And to the gate drew nigh. - - "You seem to be no gentleman, - You wear your boots so wide; 10 - But you seem to be some cunning hunter, - You wear the horn so syde." - - "I am no cunning hunter," he said, - "Nor ne'er intend to be; - But I am come to this castle 15 - To seek the love of thee; - And if you do not grant me love, - This night for thee I'll die." - - "If you should die for me, sir knight, - There's few for you will mane, 20 - For mony a better has died for me - Whose graves are growing green. - - "But ye maun read my riddle," she said, - "And answer me questions three; - And but ye read them right," she said, 25 - "Gae stretch ye out and die. - - "Now what is the flower, the ae first flower, - Springs either on moor or dale? - And what is the bird, the bonnie bonnie bird, - Sings on the evening gale?" 30 - - "The primrose is the ae first flower - Springs either on moor or dale; - And the thristlecock is the bonniest bird - Sings on the evening gale." - - "But what's the little coin," she said, 35 - "Wald buy my castle bound? - And what's the little boat," she said, - "Can sail the world all round?" - - "O hey, how mony small pennies - Make thrice three thousand pound? 40 - Or hey, how mony small fishes - Swim a' the salt sea round?" - - "I think ye maun be my match," she said, - "My match and something mair; - You are the first e'er got the grant 45 - Of love frae my father's heir. - - "My father was lord of nine castles, - My mother lady of three; - My father was lord of nine castles, - And there's nane to heir but me. 50 - - "And round about a' thae castles, - You may baith plow and saw, - And on the fifteenth day of May - The meadows they will maw." - - "O hald your tongue, Lady Margaret," he said, 55 - "For loud I hear you lie! - Your father was lord of nine castles, - Your mother was lady of three; - Your father was lord of nine castles, - But ye fa' heir to but three. 60 - - "And round about a' thae castles, - You may baith plow and saw, - But on the fifteenth day of May - The meadows will not maw. - - "I am your brother Willie," he said, 65 - "I trow ye ken na me; - I came to humble your haughty heart, - Has gar'd sae mony die." - - "If ye be my brother Willie," she said; - "As I trow weel ye be, 70 - This night I'll neither eat nor drink, - But gae alang wi' thee." - - "O hald your tongue, Lady Margaret," he said, - "Again I hear you lie; - For ye've unwashen hands, and ye've unwashen feet, 75 - To gae to clay wi' me.[L76] - - "For the wee worms are my bedfellows, - And cauld clay is my sheets, - And when the stormy winds do blow, - My body lies and sleeps." 80 - - - - -REEDISDALE AND WISE WILLIAM. - -MOTHERWELL's _Minstrelsy_, p. 298, and Buchan's _Ballads of the North of -Scotland_, ii. 70: from recitation. - - When Reedisdale and Wise William - Was drinking at the wine, - There fell a roosing them amang, - On one unruly time. - - For some of them has roosed their hawks, 5 - And other some their hounds; - And other some their ladies fair, - And their bow'rs whare they walk'd in. - - When out it spak him Reedisdale, - And a rash word spake he: 10 - Says, "There is not a lady fair, - In bower wherever she be, - But I could aye her favour win, - With one blink of my e'e." - - Then out it spak him Wise William, 15 - And a rash word spak he: - Says, "I have a sister of my own, - In bower wherever she be, - And ye will not her favour win, - With three blinks of your e'e." 20 - - "What will you wager, Wise William? - My lands I'll wad with thee:" - "I'll wad my head against your land, - Till I get more monie." - - Then Reedisdale took Wise William, 25 - Laid him in prison strang; - That he might neither gang nor ride, - Nor no word to her send. - - But he has written a braid letter, - Between the night and day, 30 - And sent it to his own sister, - By dun feather and gray. - - When she had read Wise William's letter, - She smiled and she leuch: - Said, "Very weel, my dear brother, 35 - Of this I have eneuch." - - She looked out at her west window, - To see what she could see, - And there she spied him Reedisdale, - Come riding o'er the lea. 40 - - Says, "Come to me, my maidens all, - Come hitherward to me; - For here it comes him Reedisdale, - Who comes a-courting me." - - "Come down, come down, my lady fair, 45 - A sight of you give me:" - "Go from my yetts now, Reedisdale, - For me you will not see." - - "Come down, come down, my lady fair, - A sight of you give me; 50 - And bonnie is the gowns of silk - That I will give to thee." - - "If you have bonnie gowns of silk, - O mine is bonnie tee; - Go from my yetts now, Reedisdale, 55 - For me you shall not see." - - "Come down, come down, my lady fair, - A sight of you I'll see; - And bonnie jewels, broaches, rings, - I will give unto thee." 60 - - "If you have bonnie broaches, rings, - O mine are bonnie tee; - Go from my yetts now, Reedisdale, - For me you shall not see." - - "Come down, come down, my lady fair, 65 - One sight of you I'll see; - And bonnie is the halls and bowers - That I will give to thee." - - "If you have bonnie halls and bowers, - O mine is bonnie tee; 70 - Go from my yetts now, Reedisdale, - For me you shall not see." - - "Come down, come down, my lady fair, - A sight of you I'll see; - And bonnie is my lands so broad 75 - That I will give to thee." - - "If you have bonnie lands so broad, - O mine is bonnie tee; - Go from my yetts now, Reedisdale, - For me you will not see." 80 - - "Come down, come down, my lady fair - A sight of you I'll see; - And bonnie is the bags of gold - That I will give to thee." - - "If you have bonnie bags of gold, 85 - I have bags of the same; - Go from my yetts now, Reedisdale, - For down I will not come." - - "Come down, come down, my lady fair, - One sight of you I'll see; 90 - Or else I'll set your house on fire, - If better cannot be." - - Then he has set the house on fire, - And all the rest it took; - He turned his wight horse head about, 95 - Said, "Alas! they'll ne'er get out." - - "Look out, look out, my maidens fair, - And see what I do see; - How Reedisdale has fired our house, - And now rides o'er the lea. 100 - - "Come hitherward, my maidens fair, - Come hither unto me; - For through this reek, and through this smeek, - O through it we must be." - - They took wet mantles them about, 105 - Their coffers by the band; - And through the reek, and through the flame, - Alive they all have wan. - - When they had got out through the fire, - And able all to stand, 110 - She sent a maid to Wise William, - To bruik Reedisdale's land. - - "Your lands is mine, now, Reedisdale, - For I have won them free:" - "If there is a good woman in the world, 115 - Your one sister is she." - -76. _Unwashen hands and unwashen feet._--Alluding to the custom of -washing and dressing dead bodies. S. - - - - -GEORDIE. - -From the _Musical Museum_, p. 357. - - -"Geordie, an old Ballad," was first printed in Johnson's _Museum_, from -a copy furnished by Burns. The occasion of the ballad has not been -satisfactorily determined. In the opinion of Mr. Kinloch, it is to be -found in the factions of the family of Huntly during the reign of Queen -Mary. George Gordon, Earl of Huntly, having been sent by the Queen to -apprehend a notorious robber, was thought not to have been faithful to -his trust. He returned without accomplishing the object of his -expedition, and was committed to prison because of his failure. Some of -the Queen's council were in favor of banishing him to France, others of -putting him to death, but he was released, on condition of paying a fine -and performing certain other stipulations. Motherwell states that there -is much variation in the recited copies of this piece, and mentions one -styled _Geordie Luklie_. Kinloch prints a version not materially -different from that of the _Museum_. Allan Cunningham has reprinted the -Museum copy with less change than is customary with him; _Songs of -Scotland_, ii. 186. We give in the Appendix a ballad from Buchan, called -_Gight's Lady_, which contains a story widely diverse from that which -follows. In Ritson's _Northumberland Garland_, p. 43, there is a -"lamentable ditty" on the death of one George Stoole, which appears to -be an imitation of the Scottish ballad. - - There was a battle in the north, - And nobles there was many, - And they hae kill'd Sir Charlie Hay, - And they laid the wyte on Geordie. - - O he has written a lang letter, 5 - He sent it to his lady; - "Ye maun cum up to Enbrugh town, - To see what word's o' Geordie." - - When first she look'd the letter on - She was baith red and rosy, 10 - But she had na read a word but twa, - Till she wallow't like a lily. - - "Gar get to me my gude grey steed, - My menzie a' gae wi' me, - For I shall neither eat nor drink, 15 - Till Enbrugh town shall see me." - - And she has mountit her gude grey steed - Her menzie a' gaed wi' her; - And she did neither eat nor drink, - Till Enbrugh town did see her.[L20] 20 - - And first appear'd the fatal block, - And syne the aix to head him, - And Geordie cumin down the stair, - And bands o' airn upon him. - - But tho' he was chain'd in fetters strang, 25 - O' airn and steel sae heavy, - There was na ane in a' the court, - Sae bra' a man as Geordie. - - O she's down on her bended knee, - I wat she's pale and weary,-- 30 - "O pardon, pardon, noble king, - And gie me back my dearie. - - "I hae born seven sons to my Geordie dear, - The seventh ne'er saw his daddie; - O pardon, pardon, noble king, 35 - Pity a waefu' lady!" - - "Gar bid the headin-man mak haste," - Our king reply'd fu' lordly;-- - "O noble king, tak a' that's mine, - But gie me back my Geordie." 40 - - The Gordons cam, and the Gordons ran, - And they were stark and steady; - And ay the word amang them a', - Was, "Gordons, keep you ready." - - An aged lord at the king's right hand, 45 - Says, "Noble king, but hear me; - Gar her tell down five thousand pound, - And gie her back her dearie." - - Some gae her marks, some gae her crowns, - Some gae her dollars many; 50 - And she's tell'd down five thousand pound, - And she's gotten again her dearie. - - She blinkit blythe in her Geordie's face, - Says, "Dear I've bought thee, Geordie; - But there sud been bluidy bouks on the green, 55 - Or I had tint my laddie." - - He claspit her by the middle sma', - And he kist her lips sae rosy; - "The fairest flower o' woman-kind, - Is my sweet, bonnie lady!" 60 - -20. Cunningham here inserts a stanza "from the recitation of Mrs. -Cunningham," which is not in the other printed copies: - - And soon she came to the water broad, - Nor boat nor barge was ready; - She turned her horse's head to the flood, - And swam through at Queensferry. - - - - -GEORDIE. - -Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, p. 192. - - - There was a battle in the North, - And rebels there were monie; - And monie ane got broken heads, - And taken was my Geordie. - - _My Geordie O, my Geordie O,_ 5 - _O the love I bear to Geordie;_ - _For the very grund I walk upon,_ - _Bears witness I loe Geordie._ - - As she gaed up the tolbooth stair, - The cripples there stood monie; 10 - And she dealt the red gowd them among, - To pray for her love Geordie. - - And whan she cam into the hall, - The nobles there stood monie; - And ilka ane stood hat on head, 15 - But hat in hand stood Geordie. - - Up bespak a Norlan lord, - I wat he spak na bonnie,-- - "If ye'll stay here a little while, - Ye'll see Geordie hangit shortly." 20 - - Then up bespak a baron bold, - And O but he spak bonnie,-- - "If ye'll pay doun five hundred crowns, - Ye'se get your true-love Geordie." - - Some lent her guineas, some lent her crowns, 25 - Some lent her shillings monie; - And she's paid doun five hundred crowns, - And she's gotten her bonnie love Geordie. - - When she was mounted on her hie steed, - And on ahint her Geordie, 30 - Nae bird on the brier e'er sang sae clear, - As the young knight and his ladie. - - _"My Geordie O, my Geordie O,_ - _O the love I bear to Geordie;_ - _The very stars in the firmament_ 35 - _Bear tokens I loe Geordie."_ - - - - -THE GABERLUNZIE-MAN. - - Tea-Table Miscellany, i. 104; _Old Ballads_, iii. 259. - -It is tradition that King James the Fifth of Scotland was in the habit -of wandering about his dominions in disguise, and engaging in amours -with country girls. One of these is thought to be described in the witty -ballad of _The Jolly Beggar_, (Herd's _Scotish Songs_, ii. 164, Ritson's -_Scotish Songs_, i. 168,) and another in _The Gaberlunzie-Man_, both of -which are universally attributed (though without evidence) to James's -pen. The character of James V., it has been remarked (_Gent. Mag._ Oct. -1794, p. 913,) resembled both in licentiousness and genius, that of the -troubadour sovereign, William the Ninth, Count of Poitiers, who appears -to have had the same vagrant habits. - -With _The Jolly Beggar_ may be compared _Der Bettelmann_, in Hoffmann's -_Schlesische Volkslieder_, p. 45. - - The pawky auld carle came o'er the lee, - Wi' many goode'ens and days to me, - Saying, "Goodwife, for your courtesie, - "Will you lodge a silly poor man?" - The night was cauld, the carle was wat, 5 - And down ayont the ingle he sat; - My daughters shoulders he gan to clap, - And cadgily ranted and sang. - - "O wow!" quo' he, "were I as free, - As first when I saw this country, 10 - How blyth and merry wad I be, - And I wad never think lang." - He grew canty, and she grew fain, - But little did her auld minny ken, - What thir slee twa togither were say'ng, 15 - When wooing they were sae thrang. - - "And O!" quo' he, "ann ye were as black, - As e'er the crown of my dady's hat, - 'Tis I wad lay thee by my back, - And awa' wi' me thou shou'd gang." 20 - "And O!" quo' she, "ann I were as white, - As e'er the snaw lay on the dyke, - I'd clead me braw, and lady-like, - And awa with thee I'd gang." - - Between the twa was made a plot; 25 - They raise a wee before the cock, - And wilily they shot the lock, - And fast to the bent are they gane. - Up the morn the auld wife raise, - And at her leisure pat on her claise; 30 - Syne to the servant's bed she gaes, - To speer for the silly poor man. - - She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay, - The strae was cauld, he was away; - She clapt her hands, cry'd "Waladay! 35 - For some of our gear will be gane." - Some ran to coffers, and some to kists, - But nought was stown that cou'd be mist: - She danc'd her lane, cry'd, "Praise be blest! - I have lodg'd a leal poor man. 40 - - "Since nathing's awa', as we can learn, - The kirn's to kirn, and milk to earn; - Gae butt the house, lass, and waken my bairn, - And bid her come quickly ben." - The servant gade where the daughter lay, 45 - The sheets was cauld, she was away; - And fast to her goodwife can say, - "She's aff with the gaberlunzie-man." - - "O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin, - And haste ye, find these traytors again; 50 - For she's be burnt, and he's be slain, - The wearifu' gaberlunzie-man." - Some rade upo' horse, some ran a-fit, - The wife was wood, and out o' her wit; - She cou'd na gang, nor yet cou'd she sit, 55 - But ay she curs'd and she ban'd. - - Mean time far hind out o'er the lee, - Fu' snug in a glen, where nane cou'd see, - The twa, with kindly sport and glee, - Cut frae a new cheese a whang. 60 - The priving was good, it pleas'd them baith; - To lo'e her for aye he gae her his aith; - Quo' she, "To leave thee, I will be laith, - My winsome gaberlunzie-man. - - "O kend my minny I were wi' you, 65 - Illfardly wad she crook her mou; - Sic a poor man she'd never trow, - After the gaberlunzie-man." - "My dear," quo' he, "ye're yet o'er young, - And ha' na lear'd the beggars tongue, 70 - To follow me frae town to town, - And carry the gaberlunzie on. - - "Wi' cauk and keel, I'll win your bread, - And spindles and whorles for them wha need, - Whilk is a gentil trade indeed, 75 - To carry the gaberlunzie, O. - I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee, - And draw a black clout o'er my eye; - A cripple or blind they will ca' me, - While we shall be merry and sing." - - - - -THE TURNAMENT OF TOTENHAM. - - -_The Turnament of Totenham_ was first printed in the _History of -Totenham_, (1631,) by the Rev. Wilhelm Bedwell, rector of the parish, -who, says Percy, "so little entered into the spirit of the poem he was -publishing, that he contends for its being a serious narrative of a real -event, and thinks it must have been written before the time of Edward -III., because turnaments were prohibited in that reign." The simple -parson derived his copy from a manuscript lent him by George Withers. -In the first edition of the _Reliques_, Percy reprinted Bedwell's text, -with some conjectural emendations, but for the revised edition he -employed a manuscript in the Harleian collection (No. 5396), pointed out -to him by Tyrwhitt. This manuscript is thought to have been written in -the reign of Henry VI. Since the publication of the Harleian text, the -manuscript used by Bedwell has been found in the Public Library of the -University of Cambridge, (Ff. 5, 48,) and a correct copy published by -Mr. Wright in a miniature volume. We have given this last text, as on -the whole the best, though in places it requires emendation from the -Harleian copy. The Cambridge manuscript (the same as that which contains -the ballad of _Robin Hood and the Monk_,) Mr. Wright believes to have -been written as early as the reign of Edward II. In this MS. there is -subjoined to the _Turnament_ an extravagantly burlesque account of the -feast mentioned in the last stanzas. - -Percy's copy will be found in the _Reliques_, ii. 13. Ritson's (_Ancient -English Songs_, i. 85,) is nearly identical. - -This ballad, it has been observed, appears to be "a burlesque upon the -old feudal custom of marrying an heiress to the knight who should -vanquish all his opponents, at a solemn assembly holden for that -purpose." See the remarks in the _Gentleman's Magazine_ for July, 1794, -p. 613. - - Of alle these kene conqueroures to carpe is oure kynde; - Off fel feghtyng folke ferly we fynde; - The turnament of Totenham have I in mynde; - Hit were harme sich hardynesse were holdyn behynde, - In story as we rede 5 - Off Hawkyn, of Harry, - Off Tymkyn, of Tyrry, - Off thaym that were duzty - And hardy in dede. - - Hit befel in Totenham on a dere day, 10 - Ther was made a shurtyng be the hye way; - Thider come alle the men of that contray, - Off Hisselton, of Hygate, and of Hakenay, - And alle the swete swynkers: - Ther hoppyd Hawkyn, 15 - Ther dawnsid Dawkyn, - Ther trumpyd Tymkyn, - And [all] were true drynkers.[L18] - - Tille the day was gon and evesong paste, - That thai shulde reckyn thaire skot and thaire counts caste: 20 - Perkyn the potter in to the prees paste, - And seid, "Rondill the refe, a dozter thu haste, - Tibbe thi dere. - Therfor fayne wete wolde I,[L24-27] - Whether these felows or I, 25 - Or which of alle this bachelery, - Were the best worthy to wed hir to his fere." - - Upsterte the gadlyngs with thaire lang staves, - And seid, "Rondyll the refe, lo, this lad raves; - How prudly among us thy dozter he craves; 30 - And we ar richer men then he, and more gode haves, - Off catell and of corne." - Then seid Perkyn, "To Tibbe I have hyzt, - That I will be alle wey redy in my rizt, - With a fleyle for to fyght, this day seven nyzt,[L35-36] 35 - And thouz hit were to morne."[L36] - - Then seid Rondill the refe, "Ever be he waryd - That aboute this carpyng lenger wolde be taryd: - I wolde not my dozter that she were myskaryd, - But at hir moost worship I wolde she were maryd. 40 - [Ther]ffor the turnament shalle begynne[L41] - This day seven nyzt, - With a flayle for to fyzt: - And he that is moste of myzt - Shalle brok hir with wynne. 45 - - "He that berys hym best in the turnament, - Him shal be grauntid the gre be the comyn assent,[L47] - Ffor to wynne my dozter with duztynesse of dent, - And Coppull, my brode hen, that was brozt out of Kent, - And my donned cow. 50 - Ffor no spence will I spare, - Ffor no catell wille I care; - He shalle have my gray mare, - And my spottyd sowe." - - Ther was mony a bolde lad theire bodys to bede: 55 - Than thei toke theire leve and hamwarde thei zede, - And alle the weke afterward thei graythed her wede, - Tille hit come to the day that thei shulde do thaire dede. - Thei armyd theym in mattes, - Thei sett on theire nolles 60 - Gode blake bolles, - Ffor to kepe theire pollis - Ffor batteryng of battes. - - Thei sewed hem in schepe skynnes, for thei shuld not brest, - And everilkon of hem a blac hatte in stidde of a crest,[L65] 65 - A baskett or a panyer before on thaire brest, - And a flayle in theire honde; for to fyzt prest, - Forth con thei fare. - Ther was kid mycull fors, - Who shulde best fend his cors; 70 - He that hade no gode hors, - Borowyd hym a mare.[L72] - - Sich another clothyng have I not sene ofte,[L73] - When alle the gret cumpany come ridand to the crofte; - Tibbe on a gray mare was sett up on lofte; 75 - Upon a secke full of senvye, for she shuld sitt softe, - And ledde tille the gappe: - Fforther wold she not than,[L78-81] - For the luf of no man, - Tille Coppull, hir brode hen, 80 - Were brozt in to hir lappe. - - A gay gyrdull Tibbe hade [on], borowed for the nones,[L82] - And a garland on hir hed, full of ruell bones, - And a broch on hir brest, full of saphre stones, - The holy rode tokynyng was writon for the nones:[L85] 85 - For no spendyng they [had] spare[d].[L86] - When joly Jeynken wist hir thare, - He gurde so fast his gray mare, - That she lete a fowkyn fare - At the rerewarde. 90 - - "I make a vow," quod Tibbe, "Coppull is comyn of kynde;[L91-99] - I shalle falle fyve in the felde, and I my flayle fynde." - "I make a vow," quod Hudde, "I shalle not leve behynde; - May I mete with Lyarde, or Bayarde the blynde, - I wot I schalle theym greve." 95 - "I make a vow," quod Haukyn, - "May I mete with Daukyn, - Ffor alle his rich kyn, - His flayle I shalle hym reve." - - "I make a vow," quod Gregge, "Tib, [son] thu shal se 100 - Which of alle the bachelery grauntid is the gre. - I shalle skomfet hem alle, for the luf of th['e], - In what place that I come, thei shall have dout of me. - Ffor I am armyd at the fole;[L104-108] - In myn armys I ber well 105 - A doz troz and a pele, - A sadull withowt panele, - With a flece of wole." - - "Now go down," quod Dudman, "and bere me bet abowte:[L109-117] - I make a vow thei shall abye that I fynde owte. 110 - Have I twyse or thrise riden thruz the rowte, - In what place that I come, of me thei shall ha[ve] doute. - Myn armys bene so clere: - I bar a ridell and a rake, - Poudurt with the brenyng drake, 115 - And thre cantels of a cake - In ilke a cornere." - - "I make a vow," quod Tirry, "and swere be my crede, - Saw thu never yong boy forther his body bede: - Ffor when thei fyzt fastest, and most er in drede, 120 - I shalle take Tib be the hond and away hir lede. - Then byn myn armys best:[L122-126] - I ber a pilch of ermyn, - Poudert with a catt skyn; - The chefe is of pechmyn, 125 - That stondis on the creste." - - "I make a vow," quod Dudman, "and swere be the stra, - Whils me ys left my mer, thu gets hir not swa.[L128] - For she is wel shapyn, as lizt as a ra; - Ther is no capull in this myle before her will ga. 130 - She wil me not begyle; - I dar sothely say,[L132-3] - She will be[re me] on Monday - Ffro Hissiltoun to Haknay, - Nozt other halfe myle." 135 - - "I make a vow," quod Perkyn, "thu carpis of cold rost. - I wil wyrke wiselier without any boost. - Ffyve of the best capuls that ar in this host, - I will hem lede away be another coost:" - And then lowz Tibbe. 140 - "Weloo, boyes, here is he[L141] - That will fyzt and not fle: - Ffor I am in my jolyt['e]: - I go forth, Tibbe."[L144] - - When thai had thaire othes made, forth can thei hie,[L145] 145 - With flayles and harnys and trumpis made of tre. - Ther were all the bachilers of that contre: - Thei were dizt in aray, as thaim self wolde be. - Theire baner was ful bryzt, - Off an olde raton fell;[L150-151] 150 - The chefe was of a ploo-mell, - And the schadow of a bell, - Quarterd with the mone lizt.[L153] - - I wot it was no childer gamme when thei to geder mett, - When ilke a freke in the felde on his felow bette, 155 - And leid on stifly--for no thyng wold thei lett-- - And fozt ferly fast, til theyre hors swett. - And few wordis were spokyn. - Ther were flayles al to-flaterde,[L159-161] - Ther were scheldis al to-claterde, 160 - Bolles and disshis al to-baterde, - And mony hedis ther were brokyn. - - Ther was clenkyng of cart sadils, and clatering of cannes; - Off fel frekis in the feeld brokyn were thaire fannes; - Off sum were the hedis brokyn, of sum the brayn pannes, 165 - And evel were they besene er they went thannes, - With swippyng of swipylles. - The laddis were so wery forfozt, - That thai myzt fyzt no more on loft, - But creppid aboute in the crofte, 170 - As thei were crokid crypils. - - Perkyn was so wery that he began to lowte: - "Helpe, Hudde, I am ded in this ilke rowte; - An hors, for forty penys, a gode and a stoute, - That I may liztly cum of my [noye] owte.[L175] 175 - Ffor no cost wil I spare." - He stert up as a snayle, - And hent a capull be the tayle, - And rauzt of Daukyn his flayle, - And wan hym a mare. 180 - - "Perkyn wan fyve, and Hudde wan twa. - Glad and blith thai were that thei had don sa; - Thai wolde have thaim to Tibbe, and present hir with tha; - The capuls were so wery that thei myzt not ga, - But stille can thei stonde. 185 - "Alas!" quod Hud, "my joye I lese: - Me had lever then a ston of chese - That dere Tibbe had alle these, - And wist hit were my sonde." - - Perkyn turnyd hym aboute in that ilke throng; 190 - He fouzt fresshly, for he had rest hym long.[L191-194] - He was war of Tirry take Tib be the hond, - And wold have lad hir away with a luf-song; - And Perkyn after ran, - And of his capull he hym drowe, 195 - And gaf hym of his flayle inowe. - Then "Te he," quod Tib, and lowe: - "Ze ar a duzty man." - - Thus thai tuggat and thei ruggat, til hit was ny nyzt. - Alle the wyves of Totenham come to se that sizt, 200 - To fech home thaire husbondis that were thaym trouthe-plizt,[L201-207] - With wispys and kexis, that was a rich lizt, - Her husbondis home to fech. - And sum they had in armys, - That were febull wreches, 205 - And sum on whelebarowes, - And sum on criches. - - They gedurt Perkyn aboute on every side, - And graunt hym ther the gre, the more was his pride. - Tib and he with gret myrth hamward can ride, 210 - And were al nyzt togedur til the morow tide. - And to chirch thay went.[L212] - So wel his nedis he hase spedde, - That dere Tibbe he shall wedde; - The chefe men that hir thider ledde[L215] 215 - Were of the turnament. - - To that rich fest come mony for the nonys; - Sum come hiphalt, and sum trippande thither on the stonys; - Sum with a staffe in his honde, and sum too at onys; - Of sum were the hedis brokyn, of sum the schulder bonys. 220 - With sorow come they thidur. - Woo was Hawkyn, wo was Harry, - Woo was Tomkyn, woo was Tirry, - And so was al the company,[L224-225] - But zet thei come togeder. 225 - - At that fest were thei servyd in a rich aray:[L226] - Every fyve and fyve had a cokeney. - And so they sate in jolite al the long daye; - Tibbe at nyzt, I trow, hade a sympull aray.[L229] - Micull myrth was thaym among: 230 - In every corner of the howse - Was melodye deliciouse, - Ffor to here preciouse, - Off six mennys song. - -18. _sic_ MS. Harl. according to Percy. - -24-27. MS. Harl. - - Therfor faine wyt wold I, - Whych of all thys bachelery - Were best worthye - To wed hur to hys fere. - -v. 27 should be divided into two. - -35-36. MS. Harl. - - If that it schuld be thys day sevenyzt, - Or elles zet to morn. - -36. Wright. tomorowe. - -41. _sic_ MS. Harl. - -47. Wright, He. - -65. MS. Harl. Ilk on toke a blak hat. - -72. MS. Harl. He gat hym a mare. - -73. MS. Harl. gadryng. - -78-81. MS. Harl. - - For cryeng of the men, - Forther wold not Tyb then, - Tyl scho had hur brode hen, - Set in hur lap. - -82. on. MS. Harl. - -85. MS. Harl. With the holy, &c. wrotyn. - -86. Wolde they spare. Wright. - -v. 91-99. Stands thus in MS. Harl. - - "I wow to God," quoth Herry, "I schal not lefe behynde, - May I mete wyth Bernard on Bayard the blynde. - Ich man kepe hym out of my wynde, - For whatsoever that he be before me I fynde, - I wot I schall hym greve." - "Wele sayd," quoth Hawkyn, - "And I wow," quoth Dawkyn, - "May I mete wyth Tomkyn, - Hys flayle I schal hym reve." - -104-108. Here stand vs. 113-117 in MS. Harl. - -109-117. This stanza is written as follows in MS. Harl.: - - "I vow to God," quoth Hawkyn, "Yf he have the gowt, - Al that I fynde in the felde thrustand here aboute, - Have I twyes or thryes redyn thrugh the route, - In ych a stede ther thay me se, of me thay schal have doute. - When I begyn to play, - I make a vowe that I ne schall, - But yf Tybbe wyl me call, - Or I be thryes don fall, - Ryzt onys com away. - -122-126. Here stand v. 104-108 in MS. Harl. - -128. Whyls me ys left my merth. MS. Harl. Whil I am most mery. Wright. - -We must obviously read "mer," i. e. mare, with Percy and Ritson; -otherwise the rest of the stanza is nonsense. The _th_ which is added in -the MS. Harl., was caught from the _thou_ following. - -132-3. MS. Harl. - - Sche wyl me bere, I dar say, - On a lang-somerys day. - -141. MS. H. wele. - - 144. MS. H. Wyth so forth, Gybbe. - Wright. Joo forth. - - 145. hie, MS. Harl. - te, Wright. - -150-151. MS. H. - - Of an old rotten fell, - The cheveron of a plow-mell. - -153. MS. H. Poudred. - -159-161. MS. H. slatred--flatred--schatred. - - 175. my noye. MS. H. - myn one. Wright. - -191-194. MS. Harl. - - Among those wery boyes he wrest and he wrang, - He threw tham doun to the erth, and thrast them amang, - When he saw Tyrry away wyth Tyb fang, - And after hym ran. - -201-207. Here evidently corrupted. In MS. Harl. as follows: - - Wyth wyspes, and kexis, and ryschys there lyzt, - To fetch hom ther husbandes that were tham trouth-plyzt. - And sum brozt gret harwos - Ther husbandes hom to fetch, - Sum on dores, and sum on hech, - Sum on hyrdyllys, and sum on crech, - And sum on whele-barows. - -212. MS. H. And thay ifere assent. - -215. MS. H. The prayse-folk that hur led. - -224-5. MS. H. - - And so was all the bachelary, - When thay met togedyr. - -226. MS. H. with a ryche aray. - -229. MS. H. - - And at the last thay went to bed with ful gret deray. - -N. B. The letter z in our reprint of this poem often represents the old -character [gh], which has generally the force of gh (aspirated g), -sometimes of y. - - - - -THE WYF OF AUCHTIRMUCHTY. - - -This ballad has been handed down, through manuscript and oral tradition, -in several forms. The oldest copy is furnished by the Bannatyne MS., and -this has been often printed, with more or less correctness: as in -Ramsay's _Evergreen_, ii. 137; Lord Hailes's _Ancient Scotish Poems, -&c._ p. 215; Herd's _Scotish Songs_, ii. 237; Pinkerton's _Select -Scottish Ballads_, ii. 97. Our text is that of Laing, _Select Remains, -&c._, which professes to be carefully given from the manuscript. Mr. -Laing has added in the margin the most important variations of other -editions. Allan Ramsay altered several verses and added others. - -In the Bannatyne MS. this piece is subscribed with the name of "Mofat," -and on this ground the authorship has been attributed to Sir John -Moffat, who is supposed to have lived in the earlier part of the 16th -century. - -Ritson, who intended to insert the _Wife of Auchtermuchty_ in a -projected volume of _Select Scotish Poems_, says in a manuscript note, -"The subject of this poem seems to be borrowed from the first part of a -story in the _Silva Sermonum Jucundissimorum_, Basil. 1568, 8vo. p. 116, -though certainly from a more ancient authority." (Laing.) This story is -cited at the end of the volume from which we print. In Wright and -Halliwell's _Reliqui[ae] Antiqu[ae]_, ii. 195, is the first _fit_ of an -English ballad on the same subject, "from a MS. on paper, of the reign -of Henry VII," (_Ballad of a Tyrannical Husband_.) _John Grumlie_ in -Cunningham's _Songs of Scotland_, ii. 123, is another variety. See also -_Nursery Rhymes of England_, p. 32, Per. Soc. vol. iv. In 1803, there -appeared at Edinburgh a translation of Ramsay's ballad into Latin rhyme. - - In Auchtirmuchty thair dwelt ane man, - An husband, as I hard it tauld, - Quha weill could tippill owt a can, - And naithir luvit hungir nor cauld. - Quhill anis it fell upoun a day, 5 - He yokkit his pluch upoun the plane; - Gif it be trew as I hard say, - The day was foull for wind and rane. - - He lowsit the pluche at the landis end, - And draif his oxin hame at evin; 10 - Quhen he come in he lukit bend, - And saw the wyf baith dry and clene, - And sittand at ane fyre, beik and bauld, - With ane fat soup, as I hard say; - The man being verry weit and cauld, 15 - Betwene thay twa it was na play. - - Quoth he, "Quhair is my horsis corne? - My ox hes naithir hay nor stray; - Dame, ye mon to the pluch to morne; - I salbe hussy, gif I may." 20 - "Husband," quoth scho, "content am I - To tak the pluche my day about, - Sa ye will reull baith kavis and ky, - And all the house baith in and owt. - - "But sen that ye will husyskep ken, 25 - First ye sall sift and syne sall kned; - And ay as ye gang but and ben, - Luk that the bairnis dryt not the bed. - Yeis lay ane soft wisp to the kill; - We haif ane deir ferme on o[u]r heid; 30 - And ay as ye gang furth and in, - Keip weill the gaislingis fra the gled." - - The wyf was up richt late at evin, - I pray God gif her evill to fair! - Scho kyrnd the kyrne, and skumd it clene, 35 - And left the gudeman bot the bledoch bair. - Than in the mornyng up scho gatt, - And on hir hairt laid hir disjune; - Scho put als mekle in hir lap, - As micht haif ser[v]d them baith at nune. 40 - - Sayis, "Jok, will thou be maister of wark, - And thou sall had, and I sall kall; - Ise promise th['e] ane gude new sark, - Athir of round claith or of small." - Scho lousit oxin aucht or nyne, 45 - And hynt ane gad-staff in hir hand; - And the gudman raiss eftir syne, - And saw the wyf had done command. - - And caud the gaislingis furth to feid; - Thair was bot sevensum of thame all; 50 - And by thair cumis the gredy gled, - And likkit up five, left him bot twa. - Than out he ran in all his mane, - How sune he hard the gaislingis cry; - Bot than or he come in agane, 55 - The calfis brak louss and sowkit the ky. - - The calvis and ky being met in the lone, - The man ran with ane rung to red; - Than by thair cumis ane ill-willy cow, - And brodit his buttok quhill that it bled. 60 - Than hame he ran to an rok of tow, - And he satt doun to say the spynning; - I trow he lowtit our neir the low, - Quoth he, "This wark hes ill begynning." - - Than to the kyrn that he did stoure, 65 - And jumlit at it quhill he swatt: - Quhen he had jumlit a full lang houre, - The sorrow crap of butter he gatt. - Albeit na butter he could gett, - Yit he wes cummerit with the kyrne, 70 - And syne he het the milk our hett, - And sorrow a spark of it wald yirne. - - Than ben thair come ane gredy sow, - I trow he cund hir littil thank; - For in scho schot hir mekle mow, 75 - And ay scho winkit and scho drank. - He cleikit up ane crukit club, - And thocht to hitt the sow ane rout; - The twa gaislingis the gled had left, - That straik dang baith thair harnis out. 80 - - [He gat his foot upon the spyre,[L81-88] - To have gotten the flesche doune to the pat; - He fell backward into the fyre, - And brack his head on the keming stock. - Yit he gat the mekle pat upon the fyre, 85 - And gat twa cannes, and ran to the spout; - Er he came in, quhat thought ye of that? - The fyre brunt aw the pat-a... out.] - - Than he beur kendling to the kill, - But scho start all up in ane low; 90 - Quhat evir he hard, quhat evir he saw, - That day he had na will to mow. - Then he yeid to tak up the bairnis, - Thocht to haif fund thame fair and clene; - The first that he gat in his armis 95 - Was all bedirtin to the ene. - - The first that he gat in his armis, - It was all dirt up to the eine; - "The devill cut of thair handes," quoth he, - "That fild you all sa fow this strene." 100 - He trailit foull scheitis doun the gait, - Thought to haif wescht thame on ane stane; - The burne wes rissin grit of spait, - Away fra him the scheitis hes tane. - - Then up he gat on ane know heid, 105 - On hir to cry, on hir to schout;[L106] - Scho hard him, and scho hard him not, - Bot stoutly steird the stottis about. - Scho draif the day unto the night, - Scho lousit the pluch, and syne come hame; 110 - Scho fand all wrang that sould bene richt, - I trow the man thought richt grit schame. - - Quoth he, "My office I forsaik, - For all the dayis of my lyf, - For I wald put ane house to wraik, 115 - Had I bene twenty dayis gudwyf." - Quoth scho, "Weill mote ye bruke your place, - For trewlie I will never excep it:" - Quoth he, "Feind fall the lyaris face, - Bot yit ye may be blyth to get it." 120 - - Than up scho gat ane mekle rung, - And the gudman maid to the doir;[L122] - Quoth he, "Dame, I sall hald my tung, - For and we fecht I'ill get the woir." - Quoth he, "Quhen I forsuk my pluche, 125 - I trow I but forsuk my seill; - And I will to my pluch agane, - Ffor I and this howse will nevir do weill." - -81-88. This stanza, which does not occur in the Bannatyne MS., or in the -ordinary printed copies, is given by Laing from a MS. "written in a hand -not much later than the year 1600." - -106. MS. cray. - -122. MS. dur. - - - - -THE FRIAR IN THE WELL. - - -An old story, often referred to, e. g. in Skelton's _Colyn Cloute_, v. -879. The ballad is found in various collections in the British Museum, -and is cited in part from one of these, in Dyce's note to the passage in -Skelton. There is a Scottish version in Kinloch's _Ballad Book_, p. 25. -The following is from Durfey's _Pills to Purge Melancholy_, iii. 325 -(_The Fryer and the Maid_), but as that copy is abridged, we have -supplied the omitted stanzas from Chappell's _Popular Music_, p. 273. - - As I lay musing all alone, - A merry tale I thought upon; - Now listen a while, and I will you tell - Of a fryer that loved a bonny lass well. - - He came to her when she was going to bed, 5 - Desiring to have her maidenhead; - But she denyed his desire, - And said that she did fear hell-fire. - - "Tush, tush," quoth the fryer, "thou needst not doubt, - If thou wert in hell, I could sing thee out:" 10 - "Why then," quoth the maid, "thou shalt have thy request;" - The fryer was as glad as a fox in his nest. - - "But one thing more I must require,[L13] - More than to sing me out of hell-fire; - That is, for doing of the thing, 15 - An angel of money you must me bring." - - "Tush, tush," quoth the fryer, "we two shall agree; - No money shall part thee, [my love,] and me; - Before thy company I will lack, - I'll pawn the grey gown off my back." 20 - - The maid bethought her on a wile, - How she might this fryer beguile. - When he was gone, the truth to tell, - She hung a cloth before a well. - - The fryer came, as his bargain was, 25 - With money unto his bonny lass; - "Good morrow, fair maid;" "Good morrow," quoth she; - "Here is the money I promis'd thee." - - She thank'd him, and she took the money: - "Now lets go to't, my own dear honey:" 30 - "Nay, stay awhile, some respite make; - If my master should come, he would us take." - - "Alas!" quoth the maid, "my master doth come." - "Alas!" quoth the fryer, "where shall I run?" - "Behind yon cloth run thou," quoth she, 35 - "For there my master cannot see." - - Behind the cloth the fryer went, - And was in the well incontinent. - "Alas!" quoth he, "I'm in the well;" - "No matter," quoth she, "if thou wert in hell. 40 - - "Thou saidst thou could sing me out of hell: - I prithee sing thyself out of the well. - Sing out," quoth she, "with all thy might, - Or else thou'rt like to sing there all night." - - The fryer sang out with a pitiful sound, 45 - "O help me out, or I shall be drown'd." - ["I trow," quoth she, "your courage is cool'd;" - Quoth the fryer, "I never was so fool'd. - "I never was served so before;" - "Then take heed," quoth she, "thou com'st here no more." 50 - - Quoth he, "For sweet St. Francis sake, - On his disciple some pity take:" - Quoth she, "St. Francis never taught - His scholars to tempt young maids to naught." - - The friar did entreat her still 55 - That she would help him out of the well: - She heard him make such piteous moan, - She help'd him out, and bid him begone. - - Quoth he, "Shall I have my money again, - Which from me thou hast before-hand ta'en?" 60 - "Good sir," quoth she, "there's no such matter; - I'll make you pay for fouling the water." - - The friar went along the street, - Dropping wet, like a new-wash'd sheep; - Both old and young commended the maid 65 - That such a witty prank had play'd.] - -13. request. - - - - -GET UP AND BAR THE DOOR. - -Herd's _Scottish Songs_, ii. 63. - - -First printed by Herd in a slightly different form, ed. 1776, ii. 159; -also Johnson's _Museum_, p. 310, and Ritson's _Scottish Songs_, i. 226. -The hero of this story is traditionally known as one Johnie Blunt, who -lived on Crawford Moor. Several versions of a song called by his name -are current among the Scottish peasantry, one of which is given in -Johnson's _Museum_, p. 376.--This ballad, says Stenhouse, furnished -Prince Hoare with one of the principal scenes in his musical -entertainment of _No Song, no Supper_, "acted at Drury Lane in 1790, and -since throughout the United Kingdom with great success." - - It fell about the Martinmas time, - And a gay time it was than, - That our gudewife had puddings to mak, - And she boil'd them in the pan. - - The wind blew cauld frae east and north, 5 - And blew into the floor; - Quoth our gudeman to our gudewife, - "Get up and bar the door." - - "My hand is in my hussyskep, - Goodman, as ye may see; 10 - An' it shou'dna be barr'd this hunder year, - It's ne'er be barr'd by me." - - They made a paction 'tween them twa, - They made it firm and sure, - That the first word whaever spak, 15 - Should rise and bar the door. - - Than by there came twa gentlemen, - At twelve o'clock at night, - Whan they can see na ither house, - And at the door they light. 20 - - "Now whether is this a rich man's house, - Or whether is it a poor?" - But ne'er a word wad ane o' them speak, - For barring of the door. - - And first they ate the white puddings, 25 - And syne they ate the black: - Muckle thought the gudewife to hersell, - Yet ne'er a word she spak. - - Then ane unto the ither said, - "Here, man, tak ye my knife; 30 - Do ye tak aff the auld man's beard, - And I'll kiss the gudewife." - - "But there's na water in the house, - And what shall we do than?" - "What ails ye at the pudding bree 35 - That boils into the pan?" - - O up then started our gudeman, - An angry man was he; - "Will ye kiss my wife before my een, - And scald me wi' pudding bree?" - - O up then started our gudewife, 40 - Gied three skips on the floor; - "Gudeman, you have spak the first word; - Get up and bar the door." - - - - -THE DRAGON OF WANTLEY. - -Percy's _Reliques_, iii. 350. _Old Ballads_, i. 37. - - -This in its way most admirable ballad is clearly a parody of some -ancient _K[oe]mpevise_. The armor studded with spikes connects this -story with the legend of the _Worm of Lambton_ (see vol. i. p. 281, and -_post_, p. 136), which, we are inclined to think with Grundtvig (i. -346), may have some radical connection with Regner Lodbrog's fight with -the snake that guarded Thora's bower. The well in v. 100 corresponds to -the pit in which the hero stands in _Ormekampen_, Grundtvig, i. -342.--Printed by Percy from a copy in Roman letter, in the Pepys -Collection, "collated with such others as could be procured." PERCY. - - Old stories tell how Hercules - A dragon slew at Lerna, - With seven heads, and fourteen eyes, - To see and well discerne-a: - But he had a club, this dragon to drub, 5 - Or he had ne'er done it, I warrant ye: - But More of More-Hall, with nothing at all, - He slew the dragon of Wantley. - - This dragon had two furious wings, - Each one upon each shoulder; 10 - With a sting in his tayl, as long as a flayl, - Which made him bolder and bolder. - He had long claws, and in his jaws - Four and forty teeth of iron; - With a hide as tough as any buff, 15 - Which did him round environ. - - Have you not heard how the Trojan horse - Held seventy men in his belly? - This dragon was not quite so big, - But very near, I'll tell ye. 20 - Devoured he poor children three, - That could not with him grapple; - And at one sup he eat them up, - As one would eat an apple. - - All sorts of cattle this dragon did eat; 25 - Some say he ate up trees, - And that the forests sure he would - Devour up by degrees; - For houses and churches were to him geese and turkies;[L29] - He ate all, and left none behind, 30 - But some stones, dear Jack, that he could not crack, - Which on the hills you will find. - - In Yorkshire, near fair Rotherham, - The place I know it well, - Some two or three miles, or thereabouts, 35 - I vow I cannot tell; - But there is a hedge, just on the hill edge, - And Matthew's house hard by it; - O there and then was this dragon's den, - You could not chuse but spy it. 40 - - Some say, this dragon was a witch; - Some say, he was a devil; - For from his nose a smoke arose, - And with it burning snivel; - Which he cast off, when he did cough, 45 - In a well that he did stand by, - Which made it look just like a brook - Running with burning brandy. - - Hard by a furious knight there dwelt, - Of whom all towns did ring, 50 - For he could wrestle, play at quarter-staff, kick, cuff and huff, - Call son of a w...., do any kind of thing. - By the tail and the main, with his hands twain, - He swung a horse till he was dead; - And that which is stranger, he for very anger 55 - Eat him all up but his head. - - These children, as I told, being eat, - Men, women, girls, and boys, - Sighing and sobbing, came to his lodging, - And made a hideous noise; 60 - "O save us all, More of More-Hall, - Thou peerless knight of these woods; - Do but slay this dragon, who won't leave us a rag on, - We'll give thee all our goods." - - "Tut, tut," quoth he, "no goods I want: 65 - But I want, I want, in sooth, - A fair maid of sixteen, that's brisk and keen, - With smiles about the mouth, - Hair black as sloe, skin white as snow, - With blushes her cheeks adorning, 70 - To anoynt me o'er night, ere I go to fight, - And to dress me in the morning." - - This being done, he did engage - To hew the dragon down; - But first he went, new armour to 75 - Bespeak at Sheffield town; - With spikes all about, not within but without, - Of steel so sharp and strong, - Both behind and before, arms, legs, and all o'er, - Some five or six inches long. 80 - - Had you but seen him in this dress, - How fierce he look'd and how big, - You would have thought him for to be - Some Egyptian porcupig. - He frighted all, cats, dogs, and all, 85 - Each cow, each horse, and each hog: - For fear they did flee, for they took him to be - Some strange outlandish hedge-hog. - - To see this fight, all people then - Got up on trees and houses; 90 - On churches some, and chimneys too; - But these put on their trowses, - Not to spoil their hose. As soon as he rose, - To make him strong and mighty, - He drank by the tale, six pots of ale, 95 - And a quart of aqua-vit[ae]. - - It is not strength that always wins, - For wit doth strength excell; - Which made our cunning champion - Creep down into a well, 100 - Where he did think, this dragon would drink, - And so he did in truth; - And as he stoop'd low, he rose up and cry'd, "Boh!" - And hit him in the mouth. - - "Oh," quoth the dragon, "pox take thee, come out! 105 - Thou disturb'st me in my drink:" - And then he turn'd, and s... at him; - Good lack how he did stink! - "Beshrew thy soul, thy body's foul, - Thy dung smells not like balsam; 110 - Thou son of a w...., thou stink'st so sore, - Sure thy diet is unwholesome." - - Our politick knight, on the other side, - Crept out upon the brink, - And gave the dragon such a douse, 115 - He knew not what to think: - "By cock," quoth he, "say you so, do you see?" - And then at him he let fly - With hand and with foot, and so they went to't; - And the word it was, Hey boys, hey! 120 - - "Your words," quoth the dragon, "I don't understand"; - Then to it they fell at all, - Like two wild boars so fierce, if I may - Compare great things with small. - Two days and a night, with this dragon did fight 125 - Our champion on the ground; - Though their strength it was great, their skill it was neat, - They never had one wound. - - At length the hard earth began to quake, - The dragon gave him a knock, 130 - Which made him to reel, and straitway he thought, - To lift him as high as a rock, - And thence let him fall. But More of More-Hall, - Like a valiant son of Mars, - As he came like a lout, so he turn'd him about, - And hit him a kick on the a... 136 - - "Oh," quoth the dragon, with a deep sigh, - And turn'd six times together, - Sobbing and tearing, cursing and swearing, - Out of his throat of leather; 140 - - "More of More-Hall! O thou rasc[a']l! - Would I had seen thee never; - With the thing at thy foot, thou hast prick'd my a... gut, - And I am quite undone forever." - - "Murder, murder," the dragon cry'd, 145 - "Alack, alack, for grief; - Had you but mist that place, you could - Have done me no mischief." - Then his head he shaked, trembled and quaked, - And down he laid and cry'd; 150 - First on one knee, then on back tumbled he, - So groan'd, kickt, s..., and dy'd. - -29, were to him gorse and birches. Other copies. - - * * * * * - -[Asterism] In the improved edition of the _Reliques_, a most -extraordinary attempt to explain the foregoing burlesque as an allegory -(!) is made in a "Key" appended to the ballad, and said to be -"communicated by Godfrey Bosville, Esq., of Thorp, near Malton, in -Yorkshire." - -"Warncliff Lodge, and Warncliff Wood (vulgarly pronounced Wantley), are -in the parish of Penniston, in Yorkshire. The rectory of Penniston was -part of the dissolved monastery of St. Stephen's, Westminster; and was -granted to the Duke of Norfolk's family: who therewith endowed an -hospital, which he built at Sheffield, for women. The trustees let the -impropriation of the great tithes of Penniston to the Wortley family, -who got a great deal by it, and wanted to get still more: for Mr. -Nicholas Wortley attempted to take the tithes in kind, but Mr. Francis -Bosville opposed him, and there was a decree in favour of the modus in -37th Eliz. The vicarage of Penniston did not go along with the rectory, -but with the copyhold rents, and was part of a large purchase made by -Ralph Bosville, Esq., from Queen Elizabeth, in the 2d year of her reign: -and that part he sold in 12th Eliz. to his elder brother Godfrey, the -father of Francis; who left it, with the rest of his estate, to his -wife, for her life, and then to Ralph, third son of his uncle Ralph. The -widow married Lyonel Rowlestone, lived eighteen years, and survived -Ralph. - -"This premised, the ballad apparently relates to the lawsuit carried on -concerning this claim of tithes made by the Wortley family. 'Houses and -churches were to him geese and turkeys:' which are titheable things, the -Dragon chose to live on. Sir Francis Wortley, the son of Nicholas, -attempted again to take the tithes in kind: but the parishioners -subscribed an agreement to defend their modus. And at the head of the -agreement was Lyonel Rowlestone, who is supposed to be one of 'the -stones, dear Jack, which the Dragon could not crack.' The agreement is -still preserved in a large sheet of parchment, dated 1st of James I., -and is full of names and seals, which might be meant by the coat of -armour, "with spikes all about, both within and without." More of -More-hall was either the attorney, or counsellor, who conducted the -suit. He is not distinctly remembered, but More-hall is still extant at -the very bottom of Wantley [Warncliff] Wood, and lies so low, that it -might be said to be in a well: as the Dragon's den [Warncliff Lodge] was -at the top of the wood 'with Matthew's house hard by it.' The keepers -belonging to the Wortley family were named, for many generations, -Matthew Northall: the last of them left this lodge, within memory, to be -keeper to the Duke of Norfolk. The present owner of More-hall still -attends Mr. Bosville's Manor Court at Oxspring, and pays a rose a year. -'More of More-Hall, with nothing at all, slew the Dragon of Wantley.' He -gave him, instead of tithes, so small a modus, that it was in effect, -nothing at all, and was slaying him with a vengeance. 'The poor children -three,' &c., cannot surely mean the three sisters of Francis Bosville, -who would have been coheiresses, had he made no will? The late Mr. -Bosville had a contest with the descendants of two of them, the late Sir -George Saville's father, and Mr. Copley, about the presentation to -Penniston, they supposing Francis had not the power to give this part of -the estate from the heirs at law; but it was decided against them. The -Dragon (Sir Francis Wortley) succeeded better with his cousin -Wordesworth, the freehold lord of the manor, (for it is the copyhold -manor that belongs to Mr. Bosville,) having persuaded him not to join -the refractory parishioners, under a promise that he would let him his -tithes cheap: and now the estates of Wortley and Wordesworth are the -only lands that pay tithes in the parish. - -"N. B. The 'two days and a night,' mentioned in ver. 125, as the -duration of the combat, was probably that of the trial at law." - - * * * * * - -NOTE to p. 128, and p. 131, v. 75-80. Grundtvig, ii. 653, refers to a -B[oe]otian legend in Pausanias ix. 26, 5, for an instance of a similar -contrivance. The story goes, that one Menestratus, to save a friend who -was about to be exposed in due course to a dragon, made himself a brazen -breastplate, which had on every scale a hook with the point bent -upwards. Armed in this, he went voluntarily to meet the monster, and -destroyed him, though at the expense of his own life. - - - - -APPENDIX. - - - - -KEMPY KAYE. - -From Sharpe's _Ballad Book_, p. 81. - - -There is a resemblance in two points between this ballad and the Danish -_Greve Genselin_ (Grundtvig, No. 16, translated by Jamieson, -_Illustrations_, p. 310). The characters in both are giants: the -smallest kemp that danced at Genselin's bridal was "fifteen ells to his -knee." Secondly, the bridal in the one ballad and the wooing in the -other are described in a style of extravagant parody; more gross in the -English, however, than in the Danish, where it is confined to the -bride's enormous appetite. This portion of _Greve Genselin_ occurs also -in _Tord af Havsgaard_ (Grundtvig, No. 1), which ballad is founded upon -the story of Thor's Hammer in the _Edda_. - - Kempy Kaye's a wooing gane, - Far far ayont the sea, - An' he has met with an auld auld man, - His gudefather to be. - - "Gae scrape yeersel, and gae scart yeersel, 5 - And mak your bruchty face clean,[L7, 8] - For the wooers are to be here the nicht, - And yeer body's to be seen. - - "What's the matter wi' you, my fair maiden, - You luk so pale and wan? 10 - I'm sure you was once the fairest maiden - That ever the sun shined on." - - Sae they scrapit her, and they scartit her, - Like the face of an assy pan, - And in cam Kempy Kaye himself, 15 - A clever and tall young man.[L16-20] - - His teeth they were like tether sticks, - His nose was three feet lang; - Between his shouthers was ells three, - Between his een a span. 20 - - "I'm coming to court your dochter dear, - An' some pairt of your gear:" - "An' by my sooth," quo' Bengoleer, - "She'll sair a man o' weir. - - "My dochter she's a thrifty lass; 25 - She span seven year to me; - An' if it war weil counted up, - Full ten wobs it would be." - - He led his dochter by the han', - His dochter ben brought he; 30 - "O is she not the fairest lass - That's in great Christendye?" - - Ilka hair intil her head - Was like a heather cow, - And ilka louse aninder it 35 - Was like a lintseed bow.[L36] - - She had lauchty teeth, an' kaily lips, - An' wide lugs fu' o' hair; - Her pouches fu' o' pease-meal daigh, - War hinging down her spare. 40 - - Ilka ee intil her head - Was like a rotten ploom, - An' down down browit was the quean, - An' sairly did she gloom. - - Ilka nail upon her hand 45 - Was like an iron rake, - An' ilka teeth into her head - Was like a tether stake. - - She gied to him a gay gravat - O' the auld horse's sheet, 50 - And he gied her a gay gold ring - O' the auld couple reet. - -7, 8. _Var_. - - For Kempy Kaye's to be here the nicht, - Or else the morn at een. - -16-20. See _King Henry_, v. 21,22, vol. i. p. 148, and _The Wee Wee -Man_, vol. i. p. 126, note. Also _Carle of Carlile_, v. 177-188 in -Madden's _Syr Gawayne_, p. 256. - -36. _Var._ Was like a brucket yowe. - - - - -KEMPY KAYE. - -From Kinloch's _Ballad Book_, p. 41. - - - Kempy Kaye is a wooing gane - Far far ayont the sea, - And there he met wi' auld Goling, - His gudefather to be, be, - His gudefather to be. 5 - - "Whar are ye gaun, O Kempy Kaye, - Whar are ye gaun sa sune?" - "O I am gaun to court a wife, - And think na ye that's weel dune, dune, - And think na ye that's weel dune?" 10 - - "And ye be gaun to court a wife, - As ye do tell to me, - 'Tis ye sall hae my Fusome Fug, - Your ae wife for to be, be, - Your ae wife for to be." 15 - - "Rise up, rise up my Fusome Fug, - And mak your foul face clean, - For the brawest wooer that ere ye saw - Is come develling doun the green, green, - Is come develling doun the green." 20 - - Up then raise the Fusome Fug, - To mak her foul face clean; - And aye she curs'd her mither - She had na water in, in, - She had na water in. 25 - - She rampit out, and she rampit in, - She rampit but and ben; - The tittles and tattles that hang frae her tail - Wad muck an acre o' land, land, - Wad muck an acre o' land. 30 - - She had a neis upon her face - Was like an auld pat-fit; - Atween her neis bot and her mou - Was inch thick deep o' dirt, dirt, - Was inch thick deep o' dirt. 35 - - She had twa een intil her head - War like twa rotten plooms; - The heavy brows hung down her face, - And O I vow she glooms, glooms! - And O I vow she glooms! 40 - - Ilka hair that was on her head - Was like a heather cow, - And ilka louse that lookit out - Was like a lintseed bow, bow, - Was like a lintseed bow. 45 - - When Kempy Kaye cam to the house, - He lookit thro' a hole, - And there he saw the dirty drab - Just whisking oure the coal, coal, - Just whisking oure the coal. 50 - - He gied to her a braw silk napkin, - Was made o' an auld horse brat; - "I ne'er wore a silk napkin a' my life, - But weel I wat Is'e wear that, that, - But weel I wat Is'e wear that. 55 - - "He gied to her a braw gowd ring, - Was made frae an auld brass pan, - "I ne'er wore a gowd ring in a' my life, - But now I wat I'se wear ane, ane, - But now I wat Is'e wear ane." 60 - - Whan thir twa loves had met thegither, - O kissing to tak their fill, - The slaver that hang atween their twa gabs - Wad hae tether'd a ten year auld bill, bill, - Wad hae tether'd a ten year auld bill. 65 - - - - -THE JOVIAL HUNTER OF BROMSGROVE. - - -From _Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry of England_, -edited by Robert Bell, p. 124. This ballad, says the editor, "has long -been popular in Worcestershire and some of the adjoining counties. It -was printed for the first time by Mr. Allies of Worcester, under the -title of _The Jovial Hunter of Bromsgrove_; but amongst the peasantry of -that county, and the adjoining county of Warwick, it has always been -called _The Old Man and his Three Sons_--the name given to a fragment of -the ballad still used as a nursery song in the north of England, the -chorus of which slightly varies from that of the ballad: (see p. 250 of -the same publication.)" Mr. Bell imagines that there is an allusion to -this ballad in _As You Like It_, i. 2, where Le Beau says - - "There comes an old man and his three sons," - -and Celia replies, - - "I could match this beginning with an old tale." - - * * * * * - - Old Sir Robert Bolton had three sons, - _Wind well thy horn, good hunter_; - And one of them was Sir Ryalas, - _For he was a jovial hunter_. - - He ranged all round down by the wood side, 5 - _Wind well thy horn, good hunter_, - Till in a tree-top a gay lady he spied, - _For he was a jovial hunter_. - - "O, what dost thee mean, fair lady?" said he, - _Wind well thy horn, good hunter_; 10 - "The wild boar's killed my lord, and has thirty men gored, - _And thou beest a jovial hunter_. - - "O what shall I do this wild boar for to see?" - _Wind well thy horn, good hunter_; - "O, thee blow a blast, and he'll come unto thee, 15 - _As thou beest a jovial hunter_. - - Then he blowed a blast, full north, east, west and south, - _Wind well thy horn, good hunter_; - And the wild boar then heard him full in his den, - _As he was a jovial hunter_. 20 - - Then he made the best of his speed unto him, - _Wind well thy horn, good hunter_; - [Swift flew the boar, with his tusks smeared with gore,][L23] - _To Sir Ryalas, the jovial hunter_. - - Then the wild boar, being so stout and so strong, 25 - _Wind well thy horn, good hunter_; - Thrashed down the trees as he ramped him along, - _To Sir Ryalas, the jovial hunter_. - - "O what dost thee want of me?" wild boar, said he, - _Wind well thy horn, good hunter_; 30 - "O I think in my heart I can do enough for thee, - _For I am the jovial hunter_." - - Then they fought four hours in a long summer day, - _Wind well thy horn, good hunter_; - Till the wild boar fain would have got him away 35 - _From Sir Ryalas, the jovial hunter_. - - Then Sir Ryalas drawed his broad sword with might, - _Wind well thy horn, good hunter_; - And he fairly cut the boar's head off quite, - _For he was a jovial hunter_. 40 - - Then out of the wood the wild woman flew, - _Wind well thy horn, good hunter_; - "O my pretty spotted pig thou hast slew, - _For thou beest a jovial hunter_. - - "There are three things, I demand them of thee, 45 - _Wind well thy horn, good hunter_; - "It's thy horn, and thy hound, and thy gay lady, - _As thou beest a jovial hunter_." - - "If these three things thou dost ask of me," - _Wind well thy horn, good hunter_; 50 - It's just as my sword and thy neck can agree, - _For I am a jovial hunter_." - - Then into his long locks the wild woman flew, - _Wind well thy horn, good hunter_; - Till she thought in her heart to tear him through, 55 - _Though he was a jovial hunter_. - - Then Sir Ryalas drawed his broad sword again, - _Wind well thy horn, good hunter_; - And he fairly split her head into twain, - _For he was a jovial hunter_. 60 - - In Bromsgrove church, the knight he doth lie, - _Wind well thy horn, good hunter_; - And the wild boar's head is pictured thereby, - _Sir Ryalas, the jovial hunter_. - -23. Inserted by Bell. - - - - -THE BLUDY SERK. - - -_The Bludy Serk_, both story and morality, is taken from the _Gesta -Romanorum_; see two forms of the tale in Madden's _Old English -Versions_, &c. p. 22, p. 404. - -This poem is preserved in the Bannatyne Manuscript, and has been several -times printed. The present copy is from Laing's _Select Remains of the -Ancient Popular Poetry of Scotland_. The author is Robert Henryson, -whose ballad of _Robene and Makyne_ has been given in the fourth volume -of this collection. - - This hindir yeir I hard be tald, - Thair was a worthy king; - Dukis, erlis, and barronis bald, - He had at his bidding. - The lord was anceane and ald, 5 - And sexty yeiris cowth ring; - He had a dochter, fair to fald, - A lusty lady ying. - - Off all fairheid scho bur the flour, - And eik hir faderis air; 10 - Off lusty laitis and he honour; - Meik, bot and debonair. - Scho wynnit in a bigly bour; - On fold wes none so fair; - Princes luvit hir, paramour, 15 - In cuntries our all quhair. - - Thair dwelt a lyt besyde the king - A fowll gyane of ane; - Stollin he hes the lady ying, - Away with hir is gane; 20 - And kest hir in his dungering, - Quhair licht scho micht se nane; - Hungir and cauld and grit thristing - Scho fand in to hir wame. - - He wes the laithliest on to luk 25 - That on the grund mycht gang; - His nailis wes lyk ane hellis cruk, - Thairwith fyve quarteris lang. - Thair wes nane that he ourtuk, - In rycht or yit in wrang, 30 - But all in schondir he thame schuke, - The gyane wes so strang. - - He held the lady day and nycht - Within his deip dungeoun; - He wald nocht gif of hir a sicht 35 - For gold nor yit ransoun, - Bot gife the king mycht get a knycht - To fecht with his persoun, - To fecht with him, both day and nycht, - Quhill ane wer dungin doun. 40 - - The king gart seik baith fer and neir, - Beth be se and land, - Off any knycht gife he micht heir, - Wald fecht with that gyand. - A worthy prince, that had no peir, 45 - Hes tane the deid on hand, - For the luve of the lady cleir, - And held full trewe cunnand. - - That prince come prowdly to the toun, - Of that gyane to heir, 50 - And fawcht with him, his awin persoun, - And tuke him presonier, - And kest him in his awin dungeoun, - Allane withouttin feir, - With hungir, cawld, and confusioun, 55 - As full weill worthy weir; - - Syne brak the bour, had hame the bricht, - Vnto hir fadir he;[L58] - Sa evil wondit was the knycht, - That he behuvit to de. 60 - Unlusum was his likame dicht, - His sark was all bludy; - In all the warld was thair a wicht - So petyouse for to se! - - The lady murnyt, and maid grit mone, 65 - With all her mekle micht: - "I lufit nevir lufe, bot one, - That dulfully now is dicht! - God sen my lyfe wer fra me tone, - Or I had sene yone sicht; 70 - Or ellis in begging evir to gone, - Furth with yone curtass knycht!" - - He said, "Fair lady, now mone I - De, trestly ye me trow: - Tak ye my sark that is bludy, 75 - And hing it forrow yow: - First think on it, and syne on me, - Quhen men cumis yow to wow." - The lady said, "Be Mary fre, - Thairto I mak a wow." 80 - - Quhen that scho lukit to the serk, - Scho thocht on the persoun, - And prayit for him with all hir harte, - That lowsd hir of bandoun, - Quhair scho was wont to sit full merk, 85 - In that deip dung['e]oun; - And ever quhill scho wes in quert, - That wass hir a lessoun. - - Sa weill the lady luvit the knycht, - That no man wald scho tak: 90 - Sa suld we do our God of micht - That did all for us mak; - Quhilk full['e]ly to deid was dicht, - For sinfull manis saik; - Sa suld we do both day and nycht, 95 - With prayaris to him mak. - - -MORALITAS. - - This king is lyk the trinitie, - Baith in hevin and heir: - The manis saule to the lady, - The gyane to Lucefeir: 100 - The knycht to Chryst, that deit on tre, - And coft our synnis deir: - The pit to hell, with panis fell, - The syn to the woweir. - - The lady was wowd, but scho said nay, 105 - With men that wald hir wed; - Sa suld we wryth all syn away, - That in our breistis bred. - I pray to Jesu Chryst verrey - For us his blud that bled, 110 - To be our help on domysday, - Quhair lawis ar straitly led. - - The saule is Godis dochtir deir, - And eik his handewerk, - That was betrasit with Lucifeir, 115 - Quha sittis in hell full merk. - Borrowit with Chrystis angell cleir, - Hend men, will ye nocht herk? - For his lufe that bocht us deir, - Think on the Bludy Serk! 120 - -58. MS. deir. - - - - -THE WANTON WIFE OF BATH. - -Evans's _Old Ballads_, i. 277; Collection of 1723, ii. 173. - - -This excellent ballad, to adopt the encomium of Addison, (_Spectator_, -No. 247,) was admitted by Percy into the earlier editions of the -_Reliques_, (iii. 146, 1st ed.) though excluded from the revised edition -of 1794. The same story circulates among the peasantry of England and -Scotland in the form of a penny tract or chap-book; _Notices of Popular -Histories_, p. 16, Percy Soc. vol. xxiii., _Notes and Queries_, New -Series, vol. iii. p. 49. The jest is an old one. Mr. Halliwell refers to -a _fabliau_ in Barbazan's collection, which contains the groundwork of -this piece; _Du Vilain qui conquist Paradis par Plait_, Meon's ed. iv. -114. - - In Bath a wanton wife did dwell, - As Chaucer he doth write, - Who did in pleasure spend her days, - In many a fond delight. - - Upon a time love sick she was, 5 - And at the length did die; - Her soul at last at Heaven's gate - Did knock most mightily. - - Then Adam came unto the gate: - "Who knocketh there?" quoth he: 10 - "I am the Wife of Bath," she said, - "And fain would come to thee." - - "Thou art a sinner," Adam said, - "And here no place shall have;" - "And so art thou, I trow," quoth she, 15 - "And gip, a doting knave! - - "I will come in in spite," she said, - "Of all such churls as thee; - Thou wert the causer of our woe, - Our pain and misery; 20 - - "And first broke God's commandments, - In pleasure of thy wife:" - When Adam heard her tell this tale, - He run away for life. - - Then down came Jacob at the gate, 25 - And bids her pack to hell: - "Thou false deceiver, why?" said she;-- - "Thou mayst be there as well. - - "For thou deceiv'dst thy father dear, - And thine own brother too:" 30 - Away slunk Jacob presently, - And made no more ado. - - She knocks again with might and main, - And Lot he chides her straight: - "Why then," quoth she, "thou drunken ass, 35 - Who bid thee here to prate? - - "With thy two daughters thou didst lie, - On them two bastards got:" - And thus most tauntingly she chaft - Against poor silly Lot. 40 - - "Who calleth there," quoth Judith then, - "With such shrill sounding notes?" - "This fine minks surely came not here," - Quoth she, "for cutting throats!" - - Good Lord, how Judith blush'd for shame, 45 - When she heard her say so! - King David hearing of the same, - He to the gate did go. - - Quoth David, "Who knocks there so loud, - And maketh all this strife?" 50 - "You were more kind good sir," she said, - "Unto Uriah's wife. - - "And when thy servant thou didst cause - In battle to be slain, - Thou causedst then more strife than I, 55 - Who would come here so fain." - - "The woman's mad," said Solomon, - "That thus doth taunt a king;" - "Not half so mad as you," she said, - "I trow, in many a thing. 60 - - "Thou hadst seven hundred wives at once, - For whom thou didst provide, - And yet three hundred wh...., God wot, - Thou didst maintain beside. - - "And those made thee forsake thy God, 65 - And worship stocks and stones; - Besides the charge they put thee to - In breeding of young bones. - - "Hadst thou not been besides thy wits, - Thou wouldst not thus have ventur'd; 70 - And therefor I do marvel much - How thou this place hast entered." - - "I never heard," quoth Jonas then, - "So vile a scold as this;" - "Thou wh...son runaway," quoth she, 75 - "Thou diddest more amiss." - - "They say," quoth Thomas, "women's tongues - Of aspen leaves are made;" - "Thou unbelieving wretch," quoth she, - "All is not true that's said." 80 - - When Mary Magdalen heard her then, - She came unto the gate; - Quoth she, "Good woman, you must think - Upon your former state." - - "No sinner enters in this place," 85 - Quoth Mary Magdalen then; - "'Twere ill for you, fair mistress mild," - She answered her again. - - "You for your honesty," quoth she, - "Had once been ston'd to death, 90 - Had not our Saviour Christ come by, - And written on the earth. - - "It was not by your occupation - You are become divine; - I hope my soul, by Christ's passion, 95 - Shall be as safe as thine." - - Then rose the good apostle Paul; - Unto this wife he cried, - "Except thou shake thy sins away, - Thou here shalt be denied." 100 - - "Remember, Paul, what thou hast done - All thro' a lewd desire, - How thou didst persecute God's church - With wrath as hot as fire." - - Then up starts Peter at the last, 105 - And to the gate he hies; - "Fond fool," quoth he, "knock not so fast; - Thou weariest Christ with cries." - - "Peter," said she, "content thyself, - For mercy may be won; 110 - I never did deny my Christ - As thou thyself hast done." - - When as our Saviour Christ heard this, - With heavenly angels bright, - He comes unto this sinful soul, 115 - Who trembled at his sight. - - Of him for mercy she did crave; - Quoth he, "Thou hast refused - My proffer'd grace and mercy both, - And much my name abused." 120 - - "Sore have I sinn'd, O Lord," she said, - "And spent my time in vain; - But bring me, like a wand'ring sheep, - Into thy fold again. - - "O Lord my God, I will amend 125 - My former wicked vice; - The thief for one poor silly word - Past into Paradise." - - "My laws and my commandments," - Saith Christ, "were known to thee; 130 - But of the same, in any wise, - Not yet one word did ye." - - "I grant the same, O Lord," quoth she; - "Most lewdly did I live; - But yet the loving father did 135 - His prodigal son forgive." - - "So I forgive thy soul," he said, - "Through thy repenting cry; - Come you therefore into my joy, - I will not thee deny." 140 - - - - -THE GENTLEMAN IN THRACIA. - -From Collier's _Roxburghe Ballads_, p. 17. - - -This ballad is founded on a tale in the _Gesta Romanorum_, (_Old English -Versions_, &c. p. 140.) Nearly the same story occurs in Barbazan's -_Fabliaux_, ii. 440, and also, says Madden, in the _Contes Tartares_ of -Gueulette, iii. 157, and many other places. The model for all these is -of course the Judgment of Solomon, in _1 Kings_, iii. 16-27. See Douce, -ii. 385. - -Mr. Collier remarks that this ballad is without date, but was -undoubtedly written late in the sixteenth, or early in the seventeenth, -century. - - In searching ancient chronicles, - It was my chance to finde - A story worth the writing out, - In my conceit and mind. - It is an admonition good 5 - That children ought to have, - With reverence for to thinke upon - Their parents laid in grave. - - In Thracia liv'd a gentleman, - Of noble progeny, 10 - Who rul'd his household with great fame, - And true integrity. - This gentleman did take to wife - A neat and gallant dame, - Whose outward shew and beauty bright 15 - Did many hearts inflame. - - The luster that came from her lookes, - Her carriage and her grace, - Like beauteous Cynthia did outshine - Each lady in that place. 20 - And being puffed up in pride, - With ease and jollity, - Her husband could not her content; - She other men must try. - - Lasciviously long time she liv'd, 25 - Yet bore it cunningly; - For she had those that watch'd so well, - That he could nought espy. - With bribes and gifts she so bewitch'd - The hearts of some were neere, 30 - That they conceal'd her wickednesse, - And kept it from her deare. - - Thus spending of her time away - In extreme wantonesse, - Her private friends, when she did please, 35 - Unto her had accesse. - But the all-seeing eye of heaven - Such sinnes will not conceale, - And by some meanes at last will he - The truth of all reveale. 40 - - Upon a time sore sicke she fell, - Yea to the very death, - And her physician told her plaine - She must resigne her breath. - Divines did likewise visit her, 45 - And holy counsell gave, - And bade her call upon the Lord, - That he her soule might save. - - Amongst the rest, she did desire - They would her husband bring; 50 - "I have a secret to reveale," - She said, "my heart doth sting." - Then he came posting presently - Unto her where she lay, - And weeping then he did desire, 55 - What she to him would say. - - She did intreat that all might voyd - The roome, and he would stay; - "Your pardon, husband, I beseech," - Unto him she did say: 60 - "For I have wrong'd your marriage-bed, - And plaid the wanton wife; - To you the truth I will reveale, - Ere I depart this life. - - "Foure hopefull sonnes you think you have; 65 - To me it best is knowne, - And three of them are none of yours; - Of foure but one's your owne, - And by your selfe on me begot, - Which hath a wanton beene; 70 - These dying teares forgivenesse beg; - Let mercy then be seene." - - This strooke her husband in a dump, - His heart was almost dead; - But rouzing of his spirits up, 75 - These words to her he said. - "I doe forgive thee with my heart, - So thou the truth wilt tell, - Which of the foure is my owne sonne, - And all things shall be well." 80 - - "O pardon me, my husband deare," - Unto him she did say; - "They are my children every one," - And so she went away. - Away he goes with heavy heart; 85 - His griefes he did conceale, - And like a wise and prudent man, - To none did it reveale. - - Not knowing which to be his owne, - Each of his love did share, 90 - And to be train'd in vertues paths - Of them he had a care. - In learning great and gentle grace - They were brought up and taught, - Such deare affection in the hearts 95 - Of parents God hath wrought. - - They now were growne to mens estates, - And liv'd most gallantly; - Each had his horse, his hawke, his hound, - And did their manhood try. 100 - The ancient man did joy thereat, - But yet he did not know - Which was his sonne amongst the foure; - That bred in him much woe. - - At length his glasse of life was run, 105 - The fates doe so decree; - For poore and rich they all must dye, - And death will take no fee. - Unto some judges he did send, - And counsell that were grave, 110 - Who presently to him did come - To know what he would have. - - They coming then to his beds side, - Unto them he did say: - "I know you all to be my friends, 115 - Most faithfull every way; - And now, before I leave the world, - I beg this at your hands, - To have a care which of my sonnes - Shall have my goods and lands." 120 - - And to them all he did relate - What things his wife had done. - "There is but one amongst the foure - That is my native sonne; - And to your judgement I commit, 125 - When I am laid in grave, - Which is my sonne, and which is fit - My lands and goods to have." - - He dying, they in councill sate - What best were to be done; 130 - For 'twas a taske of great import - To judge which was his sonne. - The brothers likewise were at strife, - Which should the living have, - When as the ancient man was dead, 135 - And buried in his grave. - - The judges must decide the cause, - And thus they did decree: - The dead man's body up to take, - And tye it to a tree; 140 - A bow each brother he must have, - And eke an arrow take, - To shoot at their dead fathers corps, - As if he were a stake. - - And he whose arrow nearest hit 145 - His heart, as he did stand, - They'd judge him for to be right heire, - And fit to have the land. - On this they all did straight agree, - And to the field they went; 150 - Each had a man his shaft to beare, - And bow already bent. - - "Now," quoth the judges, "try your skill - Upon your father there, - That we may quickly know who shall 155 - Unto the land be heire." - The oldest took his bow in hand, - And shaft, where as he stood, - Which pierc'd so deep the dead mans brest, - That it did run with blood. 160 - - The second brother then must shoot, - Who straight did take his aime, - And with his arrow made a wound, - That blood came from the same. - The third likewise must try his skill 165 - The matter to decide; - Whose shaft did make a wound most deep - Into the dead man's side. - - Unto the fourth and youngest, then, - A bow and shaft were brought; 170 - Who said, "D'ee thinke that ere my heart - Could harbour such a thought, - To shoot at my dear father's heart, - Although that he be dead, - For all the kingdomes in the world 175 - That farre and wide are spread?" - - And turning of him round about, - The teares ran downe amaine: - He flung his bow upon the ground, - And broke his shaft in twaine. 180 - The judges seeing his remorse, - They then concluded all - He was the right, the other three - They were unnaturall. - - And so he straight possest the lands, 185 - Being made the heire of all, - And heaven by nature in this kind - Unto his heart did call. - His brothers they did envy him, - But yet he need not care, 190 - And of his wealth, in portions large, - Unto them he did share. - - - - -SIR RICHARD WHITTINGTON'S ADVANCEMENT. - - -This ballad is taken from _The Crowne-Garland of Golden Roses_, p. 20, -Percy Society, vol. vi. Another copy is in _A Collection of Old -Ballads_, i. 130. A play called _The History of Whittington_ was entered -on the Stationers' books in Feb. 1604, and the "famous fable of -Whittington and his puss" is mentioned in _Eastward Hoe_, 1605. (Weber -and Halliwell.) - -"There is something so fabulous," (says the editor of _Old Ballads_, -following Grafton and Stow,) "or at least, that has such a romantic -appearance, in the history of Whittington, that I shall not choose to -relate it; but refer my credulous readers to common tradition, or to the -penny histories. Certain it is that there was such a man; a citizen of -London, by trade a mercer, and one who has left public edifices and -charitable works enow behind him, to transmit his name to posterity. -Amongst others, he founded a house of prayer; with an allowance for a -master, fellows, choristers, clerks, &c., and an almshouse for thirteen -poor men, called Whittington College. He entirely rebuilt the loathsome -prison, which then was standing at the west gate of the city, and called -it Newgate. He built the better half of St. Bartholomew's Hospital, in -West-Smithfield, and the fine library in Grey-Fryars, now called -Christ's Hospital: as also great part of the east end of Guildhall, with -a chapel, and a library in which the records of the city might be -kept.... 'Tis said of him, that he advanced a very considerable sum of -money towards carrying on the war in France, under this last monarch. He -married Alice, the daughter of Hugh and Molde Fitzwarren: at whose -house, traditions say, Whittington lived a servant, when he got his -immense riches by venturing his cat in one of his master's ships. -However, if we may give credit to his own will, he was a knight's son; -and more obliged to an English king and prince, than to any African -monarch, for his riches. For when he founded Whittington College, and -left a maintenance for so many people, as above related, they were, as -Stow records it, for this maintenance bound to pray for the good estate -of Richard Whittington, and Alice his wife, their founders; and for Sir -William Whittington, and Dame Joan his wife; and for Hugh Fitzwarren, -and Dame Molde his wife; the fathers and mothers of the said Richard -Whittington and Alice his wife; for King Richard the Second, and Thomas -of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester, special lords and promoters of the -said Richard Whittington, &c." - -Richard Whittington was Sheriff of London in the 18th year of Richard -the Second, 1394, was then knighted, and chosen Mayor in the 22d year of -the same reign, 1398. He was again Mayor in the 9th year of Henry the -Fourth, 1407, and the 8th of Henry the Fifth, 1420. - -Keightley has devoted a chapter of his _Tales and Popular Fictions_ (the -seventh) to the legend of Whittington and his Cat. He cites two similar -stories from Thiele's _Danish Popular Traditions_, another from the -letters of Count Magalotti, a Florentine of the latter half of the 17th -century, another from the _Facezie_ of Arlotto, a Tuscan humorist of the -15th century, another, of Venetian origin, from a German chronicle of -the 13th century, and finally one from the Persian _Tarikh al Wasaf_, a -work said to have been composed at the end of the 13th or the beginning -of the 14th century. Mr. Halliwell adds one more of a Portuguese wrecked -on the coast of Guinea, from the _Description of Guinea_, 1665. - - Here must I tell the praise - Of worthy Whittington, - Known to be in his dayes - Thrice Maior of London. - But of poor parentage, 5 - Borne was he, as we heare, - And in his tender age - Bred up in Lancashire. - - Poorely to London than - Came up this simple lad, 10 - Where, with a marchant-man, - Soone he a dwelling had; - And in a kitchen plast, - A scullion for to be, - Whereas long time he past 15 - In labour drudgingly. - - His daily service was - Turning spitts at the fire; - And to scour pots of brasse, - For a poore scullions hire. 20 - Meat and drinke all his pay, - Of coyne he had no store; - Therefore to run away, - In secret thought he bore. - - So from this marchant-man, 25 - Whittington secretly - Towards his country ran, - To purchase liberty. - But as he went along, - In a fair summer's morne, 30 - Londons bells sweetly rung, - "Whittington, back return!" - - Evermore sounding so, - "Turn againe, Whittington; - For thou in time shall grow 35 - Lord-Maior of London." - Whereupon back againe - Whittington came with speed, - A prentise to remaine, - As the Lord had decreed. 40 - - "Still blessed be the bells; - (This was his daily song) - They my good fortune tells, - Most sweetly have they rung. - If God so favour me, 45 - I will not proove unkind; - London my love shall see, - And my great bounties find." - - But see his happy chance! - This scullion had a cat, 50 - Which did his state advance, - And by it wealth he gat. - His maister ventred forth, - To a land far unknowne, - With marchandize of worth, 55 - As is in stories showne. - - Whittington had no more - But this poor cat as than, - Which to the ship he bore, - Like a brave marchant-man. 60 - "Vent'ring the same," quoth he, - "I may get store of golde, - And Maior of London be, - As the bells have me told." - - Whittington's marchandise, 65 - Carried was to a land - Troubled with rats and mice, - As they did understand. - The king of that country there, - As he at dinner sat, 70 - Daily remain'd in fear - Of many a mouse and rat. - - Meat that in trenchers lay, - No way they could keepe safe; - But by rats borne away, 75 - Fearing no wand or staff. - Whereupon, soone they brought - Whittingtons nimble cat; - Which by the king was bought; - Heapes of gold giv'n for that. 80 - - Home againe came these men - With their ships loaden so, - Whittingtons wealth began - By this cat thus to grow. - Scullions life he forsooke 85 - To be a marchant good, - And soon began to looke - How well his credit stood. - - After that he was chose - Shriefe of the citty heere, 90 - And then full quickly rose - Higher, as did appeare. - For to this cities praise, - Sir Richard Whittington - Came to be in his dayes 95 - Thrise Maior of London. - - More his fame to advance, - Thousands he lent his king, - To maintaine warres in France, - Glory from thence to bring. 100 - And after, at a feast - Which he the king did make, - He burnt the bonds all in jeast, - And would no money take. - - Ten thousand pound he gave 105 - To his prince willingly, - And would not one penny have; - This in kind curtesie. - God did thus make him great,[L109] - So would he daily see 110 - Poor people fed with meat, - To shew his charity. - - Prisoners poore cherish'd were, - Widdowes sweet comfort found; - Good deeds, both far and neere, 115 - Of him do still resound. - Whittington Colledge is - One of his charities; - Records reporteth this - To lasting memories. 120 - - Newgate he builded faire, - For prisoners to live in; - Christs-Church he did repaire, - Christian love for to win. - Many more such like deedes 125 - Were done by Whittington; - Which joy and comfort breedes, - To such as looke thereon. - - Lancashire, thou hast bred - This flower of charity: 130 - Though he be gon and dead - Yet lives he lastingly. - Those bells that call'd him so, - "Turne again, Whittington," - Call you back many moe 135 - To live so in London. - -109. made. - - - - -CATSKIN'S GARLAND, OR, THE WANDERING YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN. - -Moore's _Pictorial Book of Ancient Ballad Poetry_, p. 596. - - -Only in a very debased form is this enchanting tale preserved by English -tradition. The following ballad is given, in the collection cited above, -from a modern broadside, but has here received a few improvements from -two other copies cited by the editor. Mr. Halliwell has printed another -version of Catskin in _The Nursery Rhymes of England_, p. 48, Percy -Society, vol. iv. The story is possessed by almost every nation in -Europe. It is found not only among the Northern races, but among the -Hungarians, Servians, Wallachians, Welsh, Italians, and French. In -Germany it is current in a great variety of forms, the two most -noteworthy of which are _Aschenputtel_, to which correspond -_Cennerentola_ in the _Pentamerone_ (i. 6), the _Cendrillon_ of -Perrault, and the _Finette Cendron_ of Madame d'Aulnoy; and -_Allerlei-Rauh_, which is the same as the _Peau d'Ane_ of Perrault, the -_She-Bear_ of the _Pentamerone_ (ii. 6), and the _Doralice_ of -Straparola (i. 4).--See the Grimms' _Kinder-und-Haus-M[:a]rchen_, No. 21, -65, and notes in vol. iii.; also the Swedish story of _The Little Gold -Shoe_, and _The Girl clad in Mouse-skin_, from the Danish, in Thorpe's -_Yule Tide Stories_, pp. vii. 112, 375. - - -PART I. - - You fathers and mothers, and children also, - Come near unto me, and soon you shall know - The sense of my ditty, for I dare to say, - The like hasn't been heard of this many long day. - - This subject which to you I am to relate, 5 - It is of a 'squire who had a large estate; - And the first dear infant his wife she did bare, - Was a young daughter, a beauty most fair. - - He said to his wife, "Had this but been a boy, - It would please me better, and increase my joy; 10 - If the next be of the same sort, I declare, - Of what I am possessed it shall have no share." - - In twelve months after, this woman, we hear, - Had another daughter, of beauty most clear; - And when her father knew 'twas a female, 15 - Into a bitter passion he presently fell. - - Saying, "Since this is of the same sort as the first, - In my habitation she shall not be nurs'd; - Pray let it be sent into the country, - For where I am, truly this child shall not be." 20 - - With tears his dear wife unto him did say, - "My dear, be contented, I'll send her away." - Then into the country this child she did send, - For to be brought up by an intimate friend. - - Altho' that her father hated her so, 25 - He good education on her did bestow, - And with a gold locket, and robes of the best, - This slighted young damsel was commonly drest. - - But when unto stature this damsel was grown, - And found from her father she had no love shewn, 30 - She cried, "Before I will lie under his frown, - I am fully resolv'd to range the world round." - - -PART II. - - But now mark, good people, the cream of the jest, - In what a strange manner this female was drest: - Catskins into a garment she made, I declare, 35 - The which for her clothing she daily did wear. - - Her own rich attire, and jewels beside, - They up in a bundle together were ty'd; - And to seek her fortune she wander'd away, - And when she had wander'd a cold winter's day, 40 - - In the evening-tide she came to a town, - Where at a knight's door she sat herself down, - For to rest herself, who was weary for sure. - This noble knight's lady then came to the door, - - And seeing this creature in such sort of dress, 45 - The lady unto her these words did express, - "From whence came you, or what will you have?" - She said, "A night's rest in your stable I crave." - - The lady said to her, "I grant thy desire, - Come into the kitchen, and stand by the fire;" 50 - Then she thank'd the lady, and went in with haste, - Where she was gaz'd on from biggest to the least. - - And, being warm'd, her hunger was great, - They gave her a plate of good food for to eat; - And then to an outhouse this damsel was led, 55 - Where with fresh straw she soon made her a bed. - - And when in the morning the day-light she saw, - Her rich robes and jewels she hid in the straw; - And being very cold, she then did retire, - And went into the kitchen, and stood by the fire. 60 - - The cook said, "My lady promis'd that thou[L61] - Shouldest be a scullion to wait on me now:[L62] - What say'st thou, girl, art thou willing to bide?" - "With all my heart," then she to her reply'd. - - To work at her needle she could very well, 65 - And [for] raising of paste few could her excel; - She being so handy, the cook's heart did win, - And then she was call'd by the name of Catskin. - - - -PART III. - - This knight had a son both comely and tall, - Who often-times used to be at a ball, 70 - A mile out of town, and one evening-tide, - To see a fine dancing away he did ride. - - Catskin said to his mother, "Madam, let me - Go after your son, this ball for to see." - With that, in a passion this lady she grew, 75 - And struck her with a ladle, and broke it in two. - - Being thus served, she then got away, - And in her rich garments herself did array; - Then to see this ball she then did retire, - Where she danced so fine all did her admire. 80 - - The sport being done, this young squire did say, - "Young lady, where do you live, tell me, I pray?" - Her answer to him was, "Sir, that I will tell; - At the sign of the Broken Ladle I dwell." - - She being very nimble, got home first, 'tis said, 85 - And with her catskin robes she soon was arrayed; - Then into the kitchen again she did go, - But where she had been none of them did know. - - Next night the young 'squire, himself to content, - To see the ball acted, away then he went. 90 - She said, "Let me go this ball for to view;" - She struck her with a skimmer, and broke it in two. - - Then out of doors she ran, being full of heaviness, - And with her rich garments herself she did dress; - For to see this ball she ran away with speed, 95 - And to see her dancing all wonder'd indeed. - - The ball being ended, the 'squire said then, - "Pray where do you live?" She answered again,[L98] - "Sir, because you ask me, account I will give; - At the sign of the Broken Skimmer I live." 100 - - Being dark, she left him, and home[ward] did hie, - And in her catskin robes she was drest presently, - And into the kitchen among them she went, - But where she had been they were all innocent. - - [When] the 'squire came home and found Catskin there, 105 - He was in amaze, and began for to swear, - "For two nights at the ball has been a lady, - The sweetest of beauties that e'er I did see. - - "She was the best dancer in all the whole place, - And very much like our Catskin in the face; 110 - Had she not been drest in that costly degree, - I would have sworn it was Catskin's body." - - Next night he went to see this ball once more; - Then she ask'd his mother to go as before; - Who having a bason of water in hand, 115 - She threw it at Catskin, as I understand. - - Shaking her wet ears, out of doors she did run, - And dressed herself when this thing she had done; - To see this ball acted she then run her ways, - To see her fine dancing all gave her the praise. 120 - - And having concluded, the young squire he - Said, "From whence do you come, pray now tell me?" - Her answer was, "Sir, you shall know the same, - From the sign of the Bason of Water I came." - - Then homeward she hurried, as fast as might be. 125 - This young 'squire then was resolved to see - Whereto she belong'd, then follow'd Catskin: - Into an old straw-house he saw her creep in. - - He said, "O brave Catskin, I find it is thee, - Who these three nights together has so charmed me; 130 - Thou'rt the sweetest creature my eyes e'er beheld; - With joy and comfort my heart it is fill'd. - - "Thou art the cook's scullion, but as I have life, - Grant me [but] thy love, and I'll make thee my wife, - And you shall have maids to wait at your call." 135 - "Sir, that cannot be; I've no portion at all." - - "Thy beauty is portion, my joy and my dear; - I prize it far better than thousands a year; - And to gain my friends' consent, I've got a trick; - I'll go to my bed and feign myself sick. 140 - - "There's none shall attend me but thee, I profess,[L141] - And some day or other in thy richest dress - Thou shalt be drest; if my parents come nigh, - I'll tell them that for thee sick I do lie." - - -PART IV. - - Having thus consulted, this couple part[e']d. 145 - Next day this young 'squire took to his bed. - When his dear parents this thing perceiv'd, - For fear of his death they were heartily griev'd. - - To tend him they sent for a nurse presently: - He said, "None but Catskin my nurse now shall be." 150 - His parents said, "No." He said, "But she shall, - Or else I'll have none for to nurse me at all." - - His parents both wonder'd to hear him say thus, - That no one but Catskin must be his nurse; - So then his dear parents their son to content, 155 - Up into the chamber poor Catskin they sent. - - Sweet cordials and other rich things were prepar'd, - Which betwixt this young couple was equally shar'd; - And when all alone, they in each other's arms - Enjoy'd one another in love's pleasant charms. 160 - - At length on a time poor Catskin, 'tis said, - In her rich attire she then was array'd; - And when his mother the chamber drew near, - Then much like a goddess did Catskin appear. - - Which caus'd her to startle, and thus she did say; 165 - "What young lady's this, son, tell me I pray?" - He said, "It is Catskin, for whom I sick lie, - And without I have her with speed I shall die." - - His mother ran down for to call the old knight, - Who ran up to see this amazing great sight; 170 - He said, "Is this Catskin we hold so in scorn? - I ne'er saw a finer dame since I was born." - - The old knight said to her, "I pry'thee tell me, - From whence dost thou come, and of what family." - Then who was her parents she gave them to know, 175 - And what was the cause of her wandering so. - - The young 'squire said, "If you will save my life, - Pray grant this young creature may be my wife." - His father reply'd, "Your life for to save, - If you are agreed, my consent you shall have." 180 - - Next day, with great triumph and joy, as we hear, - There were many coaches came far and near; - She much like a goddess drest in great array, - Catskin to the 'squire was married that day. - - For several days this great wedding did last, 185 - Where was many topping and gallant rich guests; - And for joy the bells rung all over the town, - And bottles of claret went merrily round. - - When Catskin was married, her fame to raise, - To see her modest carriage all gave her the praise; 190 - Thus her charming beauty the squire did win, - And who lives so great as he and Catskin? - - -PART V. - - Now in the fifth part I'll endeavour to shew, - How things with her parents and sister did go; - Her mother and sister of life [are] bereft, 195 - And all alone the old knight he was left. - - And hearing his daughter being married so brave, - He said, "In my noddle a fancy I have; - Drest like a poor man a journey I'll make, - And see if on me some pity she'll take. 200 - - Then drest like a beggar he goes to the gate, - Where stood his daughter, who appear'd very great; - He said, "Noble lady, a poor man I be, - And am now forced to crave charity." - - With a blush she asked him from whence he came, 205 - With that then he told her, and also his name; - She said, "I'm your daughter, whom you slighted so, - Yet, nevertheless, to you kindness I'll shew. - - "Thro' mercy the Lord hath provided for me. - Now, father, come in and sit down," then said she. 210 - Then the best of provisions the house could afford, - For to make him welcome was set on the board. - - She said, "Thou art welcome; feed hearty, I pray; - And, if you are willing, with me you shall stay - So long as you live." Then he made this reply; 215 - "I am only come thy love for to try. - - "Thro' mercy, my child, I am rich, and not poor; - I have gold and silver enough now in store; - And for the love that at thy house I have found, - For a portion I'll give thee ten thousand pounds." 220 - - So in a few days after, as I understand, - This man he went home and sold off his land; - And ten thousand pounds to his daughter did give, - And now altogether in love they do live. - -61. thee. - -62. upon me. - -98. answered him. - -141. protest. - - - - -THE TAMING OF A SHREW. - - -Ritson's _Ancient Songs and Ballads_, ii. 242. "From one of the Sloan -MSS. in the Museum, No. 1489. The writing of Charles the First's time." -A far superior poem on the very popular subject of the disciplining of -wives is that of _The Wife Lapped in Morels Skin_, printed in Utterson's -_Select Pieces of Early Popular Poetry_, ii. 173, and as an appendix to -the Shakespeare Society's edition of the old _Taming of a Shrew_. As a -counterpart to these pieces may be mentioned the amusing poem called -_Ane Ballad of Matrymonie_, in Laing's _Select Remains_, or, _The -Honeymoon_, Aytoun's _Ballads of Scotland_, i. 284. - - Al you that are assembled heere, - Come listen to my song, - But first a pardon I must crave, - For feare of further wrong; - I must entreat thes good wyves al 5 - They wil not angrye be, - And I will sing a merrye song, - If they thereto agree. - - Because the song I mean to sing - Doth touch them most of all, 10 - And loth I were that any one - With me shold chide and brawle. - I have anough of that at home, - At boarde, and eake in bed; - And once for singing this same song 15 - My wyfe did breake my head. - - But if thes good wyves all be pleasd, - And pleased be the men, - Ile venture one more broken pate, - To sing it once agayne. 20 - But first Ile tell you what it's cald, - For feare you heare no more; - 'Tis calde the Taming of a Shrew, - Not often sung before. - - And if I then shall sing the rest, 25 - A signe I needs must have; - Hold but your finger up to me, - Or hem,--that's al I crave-- - Then wil I sing it with a harte, - And to it roundelye goe; 30 - You know my mynde, now let me see - Whether I shal sing't or no. _Hem._ - - Well then, I see you willing are - That I shall sing the reste; - To pleasure al thes good wyves heire 35 - I meane to do my best. - For I do see even by their lookes - No hurte to me they thinke, - And thus it chancte upon a tyme, - (But first give me a drinke.) 40 - - Not long agoe a lustye lad - Did woe a livelye lasse, - And long it was before he cold - His purpose bring to passe; - Yet at the lenth it thus fell out, 45 - She granted his petition, - That she would be his wedded wyfe, - But yet on this condicion. - - That she shold weare the breeches on - For one yeare and a day, 50 - And not to be controld of him - Whatsoere she'd do or say.[L52] - She rulde, shee raignd, she had hir wil - Even as she wold require; - But marke what fell out afterwards, 55 - Good wyves I you desyre. - - She made him weary of his lyfe; - He wisht that death wold come, - And end his myserye at once, - Ere that the yeare was run; 60 - He thought it was the longest yeare - That was since he was borne, - But he cold not the matter mend, - For he was thereto sworne. - - Yet hath the longest day his date; 65 - For this we al do know, - Although the day be neer soe long, - To even soone wil it goe. - So fell it out with hir at lenth, - The yeare was now come out; 70 - The sun, and moone, and all the starres, - Their race had run about. - - Then he began to rouse himselfe, - And to his wyfe he saide, - "Since that your raigne is at an end, 75 - Now know me for your heade." - But she that had borne swaye so long - Wold not be under brought, - But stil hir tounge on pattens ran, - Though many blowes she caught. 80 - - He bet hir backe, he bet hir syde, - He bet hir blacke and blew; - But for all this she wolde not mend, - But worse and worse she grew. - When that he saw she wolde not mend, 85 - Another way wrought hee; - He mewde hir up as men mew hawkes, - Where noe light she cold see. - - And kept hir without meate or drinke - For four dayes space and more; 90 - Yet for all this she was as ill - As ere she was before. - When that he saw she wold not mend, - Nor that she wold be quiet, - Neither for stroakes nor locking up, 95 - Nor yet for want of dyet, - - He was almost at his wits end, - He knew not what to doe; - So that with gentlenes againe - He gane his wyfe to woo. 100 - But she soone bad him holde his peace, - And sware it was his best, - But then he thought him of a wyle - Which made him be at rest. - - He told a frend or two of his 105 - What he had in his mynde; - Who went with him into his house, - And when they all had dynde, - "Good wyfe," quoth he, "thes frends of myne - Come hither for your good; 110 - There lyes a vayne under your toung, - Must now be letten blood." - - Then she began to use hir tearmes, - And rayl['e]d at them fast; - Yet bound they hir for al hir strenth 115 - Unto a poaste at laste, - And let hir blood under the toung, - And tho she bled full sore, - Yet did she rayle at them as fast - As ere she raylde before. 120 - - "Wel then," quoth he, "the faulte I see, - She hath it from her mother; - It is hir teeth infects hir toung, - And it can be noe other; - And since I now doe know the cause, 125 - Whatsoever to me befall, - Ile plucke hir teeth out of hir toung, - Perhaps hir toung and all." - - And with a payre of pinsers strong - He pluckt a great tooth out, 130 - And for to plucke another thence, - He quicklye went about. - But then she held up both her hands, - And did for mercye pray, - Protesting that against his will, 135 - She wold not doe nor saye. - - Whereat hir husband was right glad, - That she had changde hir mynde, - For from that tyme unto hir death - She proved both good and kynde. 140 - Then did he take hir from the poast, - And did unbind hir then; - I wold al shrews were served thus; - Al good wyves say Amen. - -52. she did or said. - - - - -TITUS ANDRONICUS'S COMPLAINT. - - -On the 6th of February, 1593-4, _A noble Roman Historye of Tytus -Andronicus_, was entered in the Stationers' Registers, to John Danter, -and also "the ballad thereof." The earliest known edition of -Shakespeare's play was in 1600. The differences between this play and -the ballad are thus stated by Percy. - -"In the ballad is no mention of the contest for the empire between the -two brothers, the composing of which makes the ungrateful treatment of -Titus afterwards the more flagrant: neither is there any notice taken of -his sacrificing one of Tamora's sons, which the tragic poet has assigned -as the original cause of all her cruelties. In the play, Titus loses -twenty-one of his sons in war, and kills another for assisting Bassianus -to carry off Lavinia; the reader will find it different in the ballad. -In the latter she is betrothed to the Emperor's son: in the play to his -brother. In the tragedy, only two of his sons fall into the pit, and the -third, being banished, returns to Rome with a victorious army, to avenge -the wrongs of his house: in the ballad, all three are entrapped, and -suffer death. In the scene, the Emperor kills Titus, and is in return -stabbed by Titus's surviving son. Here Titus kills the Emperor, and -afterwards himself." * * * * * - -"The following is given from a copy in _The Golden Garland_, entitled as -above; compared with three others, two of them in black letter in the -Pepys collection, entitled _The Lamentable and Tragical History of -Titus Andronicus_, &c. To the Tune of _Fortune_. Printed for E. -Wright.--Unluckily, none of these have any dates." Percy's _Reliques_, -i. 238. - - You noble minds, and famous martiall wights, - That in defence of native country fights, - Give eare to me, that ten yeeres fought for Rome, - Yet reapt disgrace at my returning home. - - In Rome I lived in fame fulle threescore yeeres, 5 - My name beloved was of all my peeres; - Fulle five-and-twenty valiant sonnes I had, - Whose forwarde vertues made their father glad. - - For when Romes foes their warlike forces bent, - Against them stille my sonnes and I were sent; 10 - Against the Goths full ten yeeres weary warre - We spent, receiving many a bloudy scarre. - - Just two-and-twenty of my sonnes were slaine - Before we did returne to Rome againe: - Of five-and-twenty sonnes, I brought but three 15 - Alive, the stately towers of Rome to see. - - When wars were done, I conquest home did bring, - And did present my prisoners to the king, - The queene of Goths, her sons, and eke a Moore, - Which did such murders, like was nere before. 20 - - The emperour did make this queene his wife, - Which bred in Rome debate and deadly strife; - The Moore, with her two sonnes, did growe soe proud, - That none like them in Rome might bee allowd. - - The Moore soe pleas'd this new-made empress' eie, 25 - That she consented to him secretlye - For to abuse her husbands marriage bed, - And soe in time a blackamore she bred. - - Then she, whose thoughts to murder were inclinde, - Consented with the Moore of bloody minde, 30 - Against myselfe, my kin, and all my friendes, - In cruell sort to bring them to their endes. - - Soe when in age I thought to live in peace, - Both care and griefe began then to increase: - Amongst my sonnes I had one daughter bright, 35 - Which joy'd and pleased best my aged sight. - - My deare Lavinia was betrothed than - To Cesars sonne, a young and noble man: - Who, in a hunting, by the emperours wife, - And her two sonnes, bereaved was of life. 40 - - He, being slaine, was cast in cruel wise - Into a darksome den from light of skies: - The cruell Moore did come that way as then - With my three sonnes, who fell into the den. - - The Moore then fetcht the emperour with speed, 45 - For to accuse them of that murderous deed; - And when my sonnes within the den were found, - In wrongfull prison they were cast and bound. - - But nowe behold what wounded most my mind: - The empresses two sonnes, of savage kind, 50 - My daughter ravished without remorse, - And took away her honour, quite perforce. - - When they had tasted of soe sweete a flowre, - Fearing this sweete should shortly turne to sowre, - They cutt her tongue, whereby she could not tell 55 - How that dishonoure unto her befell. - - Then both her hands they basely cutt off quite, - Whereby their wickednesse she could not write, - Nor with her needle on her sampler sowe - The bloudye workers of her direfull woe. 60 - - My brother Marcus found her in the wood, - Staining the grassie ground with purple bloud, - That trickled from her stumpes, and bloudlesse armes: - Noe tongue at all she had to tell her harmes. - - But when I sawe her in that woefull case, 65 - With teares of bloud I wet mine aged face: - For my Lavinia I lamented more - Then for my two-and-twenty sonnes before. - - When as I sawe she could not write nor speake, - With grief mine aged heart began to breake; 70 - We spred an heape of sand upon the ground, - Whereby those bloudy tyrants out we found. - - For with a staffe, without the helpe of hand, - She writt these wordes upon the plat of sand: - "The lustfull sonnes of the proud emperesse 75 - Are doers of this hateful wickednesse." - - I tore the milk-white hairs from off mine head, - I curst the houre wherein I first was bred; - I wisht this hand, that fought for countries fame, - In cradle rockt, had first been stroken lame. 80 - - The Moore, delighting still in villainy, - Did say, to sett my sonnes from prison free, - I should unto the king my right hand give, - And then my three imprisoned sonnes should live. - - The Moore I caus'd to strike it off with speede, 85 - Whereat I grieved not to see it bleed, - But for my sonnes would willingly impart, - And for their ransome send my bleeding heart. - - But as my life did linger thus in paine, - They sent to me my bootlesse hand againe, 90 - And therewithal the heades of my three sonnes, - Which filled my dying heart with fresher moanes. - - Then past reliefe, I upp and downe did goe, - And with my teares writ in the dust my woe: - I shot my arrowes towards heaven hie, 95 - And for revenge to hell often did crye. - - The empresse then, thinking that I was mad, - Like Furies she and both her sonnes were clad, - (She nam'd Revenge, and Rape and Murder they) - To undermine and heare what I would say. 100 - - I fed their foolish veines a certaine space,[L101] - Untill my friendes did find a secret place, - Where both her sonnes unto a post were bound, - And just revenge in cruell sort was found. - - I cut their throates, my daughter held the pan 105 - Betwixt her stumpes, wherein the bloud it ran: - And then I ground their bones to powder small, - And made a paste for pyes streight therewithall. - - Then with their fleshe I made two mighty pyes, - And at a banquet, served in stately wise, 110 - Before the empresse set this loathsome meat; - So of her sonnes own flesh she well did eat. - - Myselfe bereav'd my daughter then of life, - The empresse then I slewe with bloudy knife, - And stabb'd the emperour immediatelie, 115 - And then myself: even soe did Titus die. - - Then this revenge against the Moore was found; - Alive they sett him halfe in the ground, - Whereas he stood untill such time he starv'd: - And soe God send all murderers may be serv'd. 120 - -101. i. e. encouraged them in their foolish humours, or fancies. P. - - - - -JOHN DORY. - - -This ballad, formerly a very great favorite, and continually alluded to -in works of the 16th and 17th centuries, is found among the "Freemen's -Songs of three voices" in _Deuteromelia_, 1609; also in Playford's -_Musical Companion_, 1687, and for one voice in _Wit and Mirth, or Pills -to Purge Melancholy_, vol. i. 1698 and 1707. It is, however, much older -than any of these books. - -Carew, in his _Survey of Cornwall_, 1602, p. 135, writes: "Moreover, the -prowess of one Nicholas, son to a widow near Foy, is descanted upon in -an old three-man's song, namely, how he fought bravely at sea with John -Dory, (a Genowey, as I conjecture,) set forth by John, the French King, -and, after much bloodshed on both sides, took, and slew him, in revenge -of the great ravine and cruelty which he had fore committed upon the -Englishmen's goods and bodies." The only King John that could be meant -here is of course John II. the Good, (see v. 10,) who was taken prisoner -at Poitiers, and died in 1364. No John Doria is mentioned as being in -the service of John the Good.--Ritson's _Ancient Songs_, ii. 57, and -Chappell's _Popular Music_, p. 67. - - As it fell on a holy-day, - And upon 'a' holy-tide-a, - John Dory bought him an ambling nag, - To Paris for to ride-a. - - And when John Dory to Paris was come, 5 - A little before the gate-a, - John Dory was fitted, the porter was witted, - To let him in thereat-a. - - The first man that John Dory did meet, - Was good king John of France-a; 10 - John Dory could well of his courtesie, - But fell downe in a trance-a. - - "A pardon, a pardon, my liege and my king, - For my merie men and for me-a; - And all the churles in merie England, 15 - Ile bring them all bound to thee-a." - - And Nicholl was then a Cornish man, - A little beside Bohide-a, - And he mande forth a good blacke barke, - With fifty good oares on a side-a. 20 - - "Run up, my boy, unto the maine top, - And looke what thou canst spie-a:" - "Who ho! who ho! a goodly ship I do see, - I trow it be John Dory-a." - - They hoist their sailes, both top and top, 25 - The meisseine and all was tride-a; - And every man stood to his lot, - Whatever should betide-a. - - The roring cannons then were plide, - And dub-a-dub went the drumme-a; 30 - The braying trumpets lowd they cride, - To courage both all and some-a. - - The grapling-hooks were brought at length, - The browne bill and the sword-a; - John Dory at length, for all his strength, 35 - Was clapt fast under board-a. - - - - -SIR EGLAMORE. - - Courage Crowned with Conquest: Or, a brief relation how that valiant - knight and heroick champion, Sir Eglamore, bravely fought with, and - manfully slew, a terrible huge great monstrous dragon. To a pleasant - new tune. - - -This ballad is found in _The Melancholie Knight_, by Samuel Rowlands, -1615; in the _Antidote to Melancholy_, 1661; in _Merry Drollery -Complete_, 1661; in Dryden's _Miscellany Poems_, iv. 104; in the -"Bagford and Roxburghe collections of Ballads," &c. (Chappell.) The -various editions differ considerably. The following is from Ritson's -_Ancient Songs_, (ed. 1790,) p. 211, where it was reprinted from a -black-letter copy dated 1672. - - Sir Eglamore, that valiant knight, - _With his fa, la, lanctre down dilie_, - He fetcht his sword and he went to fight, - _With his fa, la, lanctre, &c._ - As he went over hill and dale, - All cloathed in his coat of male, - _With his fa, la, lanctre, &c._ - - A huge great dragon leapt out of his den, 5 - Which had killed the Lord knows how many men; - But when he saw Sir Eglamore, - Good lack had ye seen how this dragon did roare! - - This dragon he had a plaguy hide, - Which could both sword and spear abide; 10 - He could not enter with hacks and cuts, - Which vext the knight to the very hearts blood and guts. - - All the trees in the wood did shake, - Stars did tremble, and men did quake; - But had ye seen how the birds lay peeping, 15 - 'Twould have made a mans heart to fall a-weeping. - - But it was too late to fear, - For now it was come to fight dog, fight bear; - And as a yawning he did fall, - He thrust his sword in, hilt and all. 20 - - But now as the knight in choler did burn, - He owed the dragon a shrewd good turn: - In at his mouth his sword he bent, - The hilt appeared at his fundament. - - Then the dragon, like a coward, began to fly 25 - Unto his den, that was hard by; - And there he laid him down and roar'd; - The knight was vexed for his sword. - - "The sword, that was a right good blade, - As ever Turk or Spaniard made, 30 - I for my part do forsake it, - And he that will fetch it, let him take it." - - When all this was done, to the ale-house he went, - And by and by his two pence he spent; - For he was so hot with tugging with the dragon, 35 - That nothing would quench him but a whole flaggon. - - Now God preserve our King and Queen, - And eke in London may be seen - As many knights, and as many more, - And all so good as Sir Eglamore. 40 - - - - -JEPHTHAH, JUDGE OF ISRAEL. - - -We have thought it necessary to include in this collection one or two -specimens of ballads founded on stories in the Jewish Scriptures. -Besides those here selected, it may be well to refer to the following: -_The Constancy of Susanna_, (cited in _Twelfth Night_,) Evans, i. 11; -_David and Bathsheba_, _id._ p. 291; _Tobias_, _Old Ballads_, ii. 158; -_Holofernes_, _The Garland of Goodwill_, p. 85, and _Old Ballads_, ii. -166. - -Every one will remember that the ballad of _Jephthah_ is quoted in -_Hamlet_ (Act II. sc. 2). Percy published an imperfect copy of this -piece, written down from the recollection of a lady (_Reliques_, i. -193). The following is from a black-letter copy reprinted in Evans, i. -7, which was entitled "_Jepha, Judge of Israel_." - - I have read that many years agoe, - When Jeph[th]a, judge of Israel, - Had one fair daughter and no moe,[L3] - Whom he loved passing well. - And as by lot, God wot, 5 - It came to passe, most like it was, - Great warrs there should be, - And who should be the chiefe but he, but he. - - When Jeph[th]a was appointed now - Chiefe captain of the company, 10 - To God the Lord he made a vow, - If he might have the victory, - At his return, to burn, - For his offering, the first quick thing, - Should meet with him then, 15 - From his house when he came agen, agen. - - It chanced so these warrs were done, - And home he came with victory; - His daughter out of doors did run - To meet her father speedily: 20 - And all the way did play - To taber and pipe, and many a stripe, - And notes full high, - For joy that he was so nigh, so nigh. - - When Jeph[th]a did perceive and see 25 - His daughter firm and formostly, - He rent his cloths, and tore his haire, - And shrieked out most piteously: - "For thou art she," quoth he, - "Hath brought me low--alas, for woe! 30 - And troubled me so, - That I cannot tell what to doe, to doe. - - "For I have made a vow," quoth he, - Which must not be diminish['e]d; - A sacrifice to God on high; 35 - My promise must be finish['e]d." - "As ye have spoke, provoke - No further care, but to prepare - Your will to fulfill, - According to God's will, God's will. 40 - - "For sithence God has given you might - To overcome your enemies, - Let one be offer'd up, as right, - For to perform all promises. - And this let be," quoth she, 45 - "As thou hast said; be not afraid; - Although it be I, - Keep promise with God on high, on high. - - "But father, do so much for me - As let me go to wildernesse, 50 - There to bewaile my virginity, - Three months to bemoan my heavinesse. - And let there go some moe, - Like maids with me." "Content," quoth he, - And sent her away, 55 - To mourn till her latter day, her day. - - And when that time was come and gone - That she should sacrificed be, - This virgin sacrificed was, - For to fulfill all promises. 60 - As some say, for aye - The virgins there, three times a year, - Like sorrow fulfill - For the daughter of Jeph[th]a still, still, still. - -3. more - - - - -SAMSON. - -Evans's _Old Ballads_, i. 283, from a black-letter copy. - - - When Samson was a tall young man, - His power and strength increased then, - And in the host and tribe of Dan - The Lord did bless him still. - It chanced so upon a day, 5 - As he was walking on his way, - He saw a maiden fresh and gay - In Timnath. - - With whom he fell so sore in love, - That he his fancy could not move; 10 - His parents therefore he did prove, - And craved their good wills: - "I have found out a wife," quoth he; - "I pray ye, father, give her me; - Though she a stranger's daughter be, 15 - I pass not." - - Then did bespeak his parents dear, - "Have we not many maidens here, - Of country and acquaintance near, - For thee to love and like?" 20 - "O no," quoth Samson presently, - "Not one so pleasant in my eye, - Whom I could find so faithfully - To fancy." - - At length they granted their consent, 25 - And so with Samson forth they went; - To see the maid was their intent, - Which was so fair and bright. - But as they were a-going there, - A lion put them in great fear, 30 - Whom Samson presently did tear - In pieces. - - When they were come unto the place, - They were agreed in the case; - The wedding day appointed was, 35 - And when the time was come, - As Samson went for beauty's fees, - The lion's carcass there he sees, - Wherein a sort of honey bees - Had swarmed. 40 - - Then closely Samson went his way, - And not a word thereof did say, - Untill the merry feasting-day, - Unto the company. - "A riddle I will shew," quoth he; 45 - "The meaning if you tell to me, - Within seven days I will give ye - Great riches. - - "But if the meaning you do miss, - And cannot shew me what it is, 50 - Then shall you give to me i-wiss - So much as I have said." - "Put forth the riddle then," quoth they, - "And we will tell it by our day, - Or we will lose, as thou dost say, 55 - The wager." - - "Then make," quoth he, "the total sum. - Out of the eater meat did come, - And from the strong did sweetness run; - Declare it, if you can." 60 - And when they heard the riddle told, - Their hearts within them waxed cold, - For none of them could then unfold - The meaning. - - Then unto Samson's wife went they, 65 - And threatened her, without delay, - If she would not the thing bewray, - To burn her father's house. - Then Samson's wife, with grief and woe, - Desired him the same to shew, - And when she knew, she straight did go, 70 - To tell them. - - Then were they all full glad of this; - To tell the thing they did not miss; - "What stronger beast than a lion is? 75 - What sweeter meat than honey?" - Then Samson answered them full round, - "If my heifer had not ploughed the ground, - So easily you had not found - My riddle. 80 - - Then Samson did his losses pay, - And to his father went his way: - But while with them he there did stay,[L83] - His wife forsook him quite, - And took another to her love, 85 - Which Samson's anger much did move: - To plague them therefore he did prove - His cunning. - - A subtle thought he then had found, - To burn their corn upon the ground; 90 - Their vineyards he destroyed round, - Which made them fret and fume. - But when they knew that Samson he - Had done them all this injury, - Because his wife did him deny, 95 - They killed her. - - And afterward they had decreed - To murder Samson for that deed; - Three thousand men they sent with speed, - To bring him bound to them. 100 - But he did break his cords apace, - And with the jaw-bone of an ass - A thousand men, ere he did pass, - He killed. - - When all his foes were laid in dust, 105 - Then Samson was full sore athirst; - In God therefore was all his trust, - To help his fainting heart: - For liquor thereabout was none: - The Lord therefore from the jaw-bone 110 - Did make fresh water spring, alone - To help him. - - Then Samson had a joyfull spright, - And in a city lay that night, - Whereas his foes, with deadly spite, 115 - Did seek his life to spill: - But he at midnight then awakes, - And tearing down the city gates, - With him away the same he takes - Most stoutly. 120 - - Then on Delilah, fair and bright, - Did Samson set his whole delight, - Whom he did love both day and night, - Which wrought his overthrow. - For she with sweet words did entreat, 125 - That for her sake he would repeat - Wherein his strength, that was so great, - Consisted. - - At length, unto his bitter fall, - And through her suit, which was not small, 130 - He did not let to show her all - The secrets of his heart. - "If that my hair be cut," quoth he, - "Which now so fair and long you see, - Like other men then shall I be 135 - In weakness." - - Then through deceit which was so deep, - She lulled Samson fast asleep; - A man she call'd, which she did keep, - To cut off all his hair. 140 - Then did she call his hateful foes, - Ere Samson from her lap arose, - Who could not then withstand their blows, - For weakness. - - To bind him fast they did devise, 145 - Then did they put out both his eyes; - In prison wofully he lies, - And there he grinds the mill. - But God remembered all his pain, - And did restore his strength again, 150 - Although that bound he did remain - In prison. - - The Philistines now were glad of this; - For joy they made a feast i-wiss, - And all their princes did not miss 155 - To come unto the same. - And being merry bent that day, - For Samson they did send straightway, - That they might laugh to see him play - Among them. 160 - - Then to the house was Samson led, - And when he had their fancies fed, - He pluck'd the house upon their head, - And down they tumbled all. - So that with grief and deadly pain, 165 - Three thousand persons there were slain; - Thus Samson then, with all his train, - Was brained. - -83. But wisht. - - - - -QUEEN DIDO, OR, THE WANDERING PRINCE OF TROY. - -Percy's _Reliques_, iii. 240, and Ritson's _Ancient Songs and Ballads_, -ii. 101. - - -"Such is the title given in the Editor's folio MS. to this excellent old -ballad, which, in the common printed copies, is inscribed, _Eneas, -wandering Prince of Troy_. It is here given from that MS. collated with -two different printed copies, both in black-letter, in the Pepys -Collection." PERCY. - -As other ballads on classical subjects, may be mentioned _Constant -Penelope, Reliques_, iii. 324; _Pyramus and Thisbe_, in _A Handfull of -Pleasant Delites_, p. 42 (Park's _Heliconia_, vol. ii.); and _Hero and -Leander_ in Collier's _Roxburghe Ballads_, p. 227, from which was formed -the song, or ballad, in the _Tea-Table Miscellany_, ii. 138, Ritson's -_Scotish Songs_, ii. 198, &c. - - When Troy towne had, for ten yeeres 'past,'[L1] - Withstood the Greekes in manfull wise, - Then did their foes encrease soe fast, - That to resist none could suffice: - Wast lye those walls, that were soe good, 5 - And corne now growes where Troy towne stoode. - - [AE]neas, wandering prince of Troy, - When he for land long time had sought, - At length arriving with great joy, - To mighty Carthage walls was brought; 10 - Where Dido queene, with sumptuous feast, - Did entertaine that wandering guest. - - And, as in hall at meate they sate, - The queene, desirous newes to heare, - Says, "Of thy Troys unhappy fate, 15 - Declare to me, thou Trojan deare: - The heavy hap and chance soe bad, - That thou, poore wandering prince, hast had." - - And then anon this comelye knight, - With words demure, as he cold well, 20 - Of his unhappy ten yeares 'fight,'[L21] - Soe true a tale began to tell, - With wordes soe sweete, and sighes soe deepe, - That oft he made them all to weepe. - - And then a thousand sighes he fet, 25 - And every sigh brought teares amaine; - That where he sate the place was wett, - As though he had seene those warrs againe: - Soe that the queene, with ruth therfore, - Said, "Worthy prince, enough, no more." 30 - - And then the darksome night drew on, - And twinkling starres the skye bespred, - When he his dolefull tale had done, - And every one was layd in bedd: - Where they full sweetly tooke their rest, 35 - Save only Dido's boyling brest. - - This silly woman never slept, - But in her chamber, all alone, - As one unhappye, alwayes wept, - And to the walls shee made her mone; 40 - That she shold still desire in vaine - The thing she never must obtaine. - - And thus in grieffe she spent the night, - Till twinkling starres the skye were fled, - And Ph[oe]bus, with his glistering light, 45 - Through misty cloudes appeared red; - Then tidings came to her anon, - That all the Trojan shipps were gone. - - And then the queene with bloody knife - Did arme, her hart as hard as stone; 50 - Yet, something loth to loose her life, - In woefull wise she made her mone; - And, rowling on her carefull bed, - With sighes and sobbes, these words shee sayd: - - "O wretched Dido queene!" quoth shee, 55 - "I see thy end approacheth neare; - For hee is fled away from thee, - Whom thou didst love and hold so deare: - What, is he gone, and passed by? - O hart, prepare thyselfe to dye. 60 - - "Though reason says thou shouldst forbeare, - And stay thy hand from bloudy stroke, - Yet fancy bids thee not to fear, - Which fetter'd thee in Cupids yoke. - Come death," quoth shee, "resolve my smart!"-- 65 - And with those words shee peerced her hart. - - When death had pierced the tender hart - Of Dido, Carthaginian queene, - Whose bloudy knife did end the smart, - Which shee sustain'd in mournfull teene, 70 - [AE]neas being shipt and gone, - Whose flattery caused all her mone, - - Her funerall most costly made, - And all things finisht mournfullye, - Her body fine in mold was laid, 75 - Where itt consumed speedilye: - Her sisters teares her tombe bestrewde, - Her subjects griefe their kindnesse shewed. - - Then was [AE]neas in an ile - In Grecya, where he stayd long space, 80 - Whereas her sister in short while - Writt to him to his vile disgrace; - In speeches bitter to his mind - Shee told him plaine he was unkind. - - "False-harted wretch," quoth shee, "thou art; 85 - And traiterouslye thou hast betraid - Unto thy lure a gentle hart, - Which unto thee much welcome made; - My sister deare, and Carthage' joy, - Whose folly bred her deere annoy. 90 - - "Yett on her death-bed when shee lay, - Shee prayd for thy prosperitye, - Beseeching God, that every day - Might breed thy great felicitye: - Thus by thy meanes I lost a friend; 95 - Heaven send thee such untimely end." - - When he these lines, full fraught with gall, - Perused had, and wayed them right, - His lofty courage then did fall; - And straight appeared in his sight 100 - Queene Dido's ghost, both grim and pale; - Which made this valliant souldier quaile. - - "[AE]neas," quoth this ghastly ghost, - "My whole delight, when I did live, - Thee of all men I loved most; 105 - My fancy and my will did give; - For entertainment I thee gave, - Unthankefully thou didst me grave. - - "Therfore prepare thy flitting soule - To wander with me in the aire, 110 - Where deadlye griefe shall make it howle, - Because of me thou tookst no care: - Delay not time, thy glasse is run, - Thy date is past, thy life is done." - - "O stay a while, thou lovely sprite; 115 - Be not soe hasty to convay - My soule into eternall night, - Where itt shall ne're behold bright day: - O doe not frowne; thy angry looke - Hath made my breath my life forsooke. 120 - - "But, woe is me! all is in vaine, - And bootless is my dismall crye; - Time will not be recalled againe, - Nor thou surcease before I dye. - O lett me live, and make amends 125 - To some of thy most dearest friends. - - "But seeing thou obdurate art, - And wilt no pittye on me show, - Because from thee I did depart, - And left unpaid what I did owe, 130 - I must content myselfe to take - What lott to me thou wilt partake." - - And thus, as one being in a trance, - A multitude of uglye feinds - About this woffull prince did dance: 135 - He had no helpe of any friends: - His body then they tooke away, - And no man knew his dying day. - -1, 21. war. MS. and pr. cop. - - - - -GEORGE BARNWELL. - -Percy's _Reliques_, iii. 297. - - -"The subject of this ballad is sufficiently popular from the modern play -which is founded upon it. This was written by George Lillo, a jeweller -of London, and first acted about 1730.--As for the ballad, it was -printed at least as early as the middle of the last century. - -"It is here given from three old printed copies, which exhibit a strange -intermixture of Roman and black-letter. It is also collated with another -copy in the Ashmole Collection at Oxford, which is thus entitled: "_An -excellent ballad of George Barnwell, an apprentice of London, who ... -thrice robbed his master, and murdered his uncle in Ludlow_. The tune is -_The Merchant_." - -There is another copy in Ritson's _Ancient Songs_, ii. 156. Throughout -the Second Part, the first line of each stanza has, in the old editions, -two superfluous syllables, which Percy ejected; and Ritson has adopted -the emendation. - - -THE FIRST PART. - - All youths of fair Engl[a']nd - That dwell both far and near, - Regard my story that I tell, - And to my song give ear. - - A London lad I was, 5 - A merchant's prentice bound; - My name George Barnwell; that did spend - My master many a pound. - - Take heed of harlots then, - And their enticing trains; 10 - For by that means I have been brought - To hang alive in chains. - - As I upon a day - Was walking through the street, - About my master's business, 15 - A wanton I did meet. - - A gallant dainty dame - And sumptuous in attire; - With smiling look she greeted me, - And did my name require. 20 - - Which when I had declar'd, - She gave me then a kiss, - And said, if I would come to her - I should have more than this. - - "Fair mistress," then quoth I, 25 - "If I the place may know, - This evening I will be with you; - For I abroad must go, - - "To gather monies in, - That are my master's due: 30 - And ere that I do home return - I'll come and visit you." - - "Good Barnwell," then quoth she, - "Do thou to Shoreditch come, - And ask for Mrs. Milwood's house, 35 - Next door unto the Gun. - - "And trust me on my truth, - If thou keep touch with me, - My dearest friend, as my own heart - Thou shalt right welcome be." 40 - - Thus parted we in peace, - And home I passed right; - Then went abroad, and gathered in, - By six o'clock at night, - - An hundred pound and one: 45 - With bag under my arm - I went to Mrs. Millwood's house, - And thought on little harm. - - And knocking at the door, - Straightway herself came down; 50 - Rustling in most brave attire, - With hood and silken gown. - - Who, through her beauty bright, - So gloriously did shine, - That she amaz'd my dazzling eyes, 55 - She seemed so divine. - - She took me by the hand, - And with a modest grace, - "Welcome, sweet Barnwell," then quoth she, - "Unto this homely place. 60 - - "And since I have thee found - As good as thy word to be, - A homely supper, ere we part, - Thou shalt take here with me." - - "O pardon me," quoth I, 65 - "Fair mistress, I you pray; - For why, out of my master's house - So long I dare not stay." - - "Alas, good sir," she said, - "Are you so strictly ty'd, 70 - You may not with your dearest friend - One hour or two abide? - - "Faith, then the case is hard; - If it be so," quoth she, - "I would I were a prentice bound, 75 - To live along with thee. - - "Therefore, my dearest George, - List well what I shall say, - And do not blame a woman much, - Her fancy to bewray. 80 - - "Let not affection's force - Be counted lewd desire; - Nor think it not immodesty, - I should thy love require." - - With that she turn'd aside, 85 - And with a blushing red, - A mournful motion she bewray'd - By hanging down her head. - - A handkerchief she had, - All wrought with silk and gold, 90 - Which she, to stay her trickling tears, - Before her eyes did hold. - - This thing unto my sight - Was wondrous rare and strange, - And in my soul and inward thought 95 - It wrought a sudden change: - - That I so hardy grew - To take her by the hand, - Saying, "Sweet mistress, why do you - So dull and pensive stand?" 100 - - "Call me no mistress now, - But Sarah, thy true friend, - Thy servant, Milwood, honouring thee, - Until her life hath end. - - "If thou wouldst here alledge 105 - Thou art in years a boy; - So was Adonis, yet was he - Fair Venus' only joy." - - Thus I, who ne'er before - Of woman found such grace, 110 - But seeing now so fair a dame - Give me a kind embrace, - - I supt with her that night, - With joys that did abound; - And for the same paid presently, 115 - In mony twice three pound. - - An hundred kisses then, - For my farewel she gave; - Crying, "Sweet Barnwell, when shall I - Again thy company have? 120 - - "O stay not hence too long; - Sweet George, have me in mind:" - Her words bewicht my childishness, - She uttered them so kind. - - So that I made a vow, 125 - Next Sunday, without fail, - With my sweet Sarah once again - To tell some pleasant tale. - - When she heard me say so, - The tears fell from her eye; 130 - "O George," quoth she, "if thou dost fail, - Thy Sarah sure will dye." - - Though long, yet loe! at last, - The appointed day was come, - That I must with my Sarah meet; 135 - Having a mighty sum[L136] - - Of money in my hand, - Unto her house went I, - Whereas my love upon her bed - In saddest sort did lye. 140 - - "What ails my heart's delight, - My Sarah dear?" quoth I; - "Let not my love lament and grieve, - Nor sighing pine and die. - - "But tell me, dearest friend, 145 - What may thy woes amend, - And thou shalt lack no means of help, - Though forty pound I spend." - - With that she turn'd her head, - And sickly thus did say: 150 - "Oh me, sweet George, my grief is great; - Ten pound I have to pay - - Unto a cruel wretch; - And God he knows," quoth she, - "I have it not." "Tush, rise," I said, 155 - "And take it here of me. - - "Ten pounds, nor ten times ten, - Shall make my love decay;" - Then from my bag into her lap, - I cast ten pound straightway. 160 - - All blithe and pleasant then, - To banqueting we go; - She proffered me to lye with her, - And said it should be so. - - And after that same time, 165 - I gave her store of coyn, - Yea, sometimes fifty pound at once; - All which I did purloyn. - - And thus I did pass on; - Until my master then 170 - Did call to have his reckoning in - Cast up among his men. - - The which when as I heard, - I knew not what to say: - For well I knew that I was out 175 - Two hundred pound that day. - - Then from my master straight - I ran in secret sort; - And unto Sarah Milwood there - My case I did report. 180 - - _But how she used this youth, - In this his care and woe, - And all a strumpet's wiley ways, - The second part may showe._ - -136. The having a sum of money with him on Sunday, &c., shows this -narrative to have been penned before the civil wars: the strict -observance of the Sabbath was owing to the change of manners at that -period. PERCY. - - -THE SECOND PART. - - "Young Barnwell comes to thee, - Sweet Sarah, my delight; - I am undone, unless thou stand - My faithful friend this night. - - "Our master to accompts 5 - Hath just occasion found; - And I am caught behind the hand - Above two hundred pound. - - "And now his wrath to 'scape, - My love, I fly to thee, 10 - Hoping some time I may remaine - In safety here with thee." - - With that she knit her brows, - And looking all aquoy, - Quoth she, "What should I have to do 15 - With any prentice boy? - - "And seeing you have purloyn'd - Your master's goods away, - The case is bad, and therefore here - You shall no longer stay." 20 - - "Why, dear, thou know'st," I said, - "How all which I could get, - "I gave it, and did spend it all - Upon thee every whit." - - Quoth she, "Thou art a knave, 25 - To charge me in this sort, - Being a woman of credit fair, - And known of good report. - - "Therefore I tell thee flat, - Be packing with good speed; 30 - I do defie thee from my heart, - And scorn thy filthy deed." - - "Is this the friendship, that - You did to me protest? - Is this the great affection, which 35 - You so to me exprest? - - "Now fie on subtle shrews! - The best is, I may speed - To get a lodging any where - For money in my need. 40 - - "False woman, now farewell; - Whilst twenty pound doth last, - My anchor in some other haven - With freedom I will cast." - - When she perceiv'd by this, 45 - I had store of money there, - "Stay, George," quoth she, "thou art too quick: - Why, man, I did but jeer. - - "Dost think for all my speech, - That I would let thee go? 50 - Faith, no," said she, "my love to thee - I-wiss is more than so." - - "You scorne a prentice boy, - I heard you just now swear: - Wherefore I will not trouble you:" 55 - "Nay, George, hark in thine ear; - - "Thou shalt not go to-night, - What chance soe're befall; - But man, we'll have a bed for thee, - Or else the devil take all." 60 - - So I by wiles bewitcht, - And snar'd with fancy still, - Had then no power to 'get' away, - Or to withstand her will. - - For wine on wine I call'd, 65 - And cheer upon good cheer; - And nothing in the world I thought - For Sarah's love too dear. - - Whilst in her company, - I had such merriment, 70 - All, all too little I did think, - That I upon her spent. - - "A fig for care and thought! - When all my gold is gone, - In faith, my girl, we will have more, 75 - Whoever I light upon. - - "My father's rich; why then - Should I want store of gold?" - "Nay, with a father, sure," quoth she, - "A son may well make bold." 80 - - "I've a sister richly wed; - I'll rob her ere I'll want." - "Nay then," quoth Sarah, "they may well - Consider of your scant." - - "Nay, I an uncle have; 85 - At Ludlow he doth dwell; - He is a grazier, which in wealth - Doth all the rest excell. - - "Ere I will live in lack, - And have no coyn for thee, 90 - I'll rob his house, and murder him." - "Why should you not?" quoth she. - - "Was I a man, ere I - Would live in poor estate, - On father, friends, and all my kin, 95 - I would my talons grate. - - "For without money, George, - A man is but a beast: - But bringing money, thou shalt be - Always my welcome guest. 100 - - "For shouldst thou be pursued - With twenty hues and cryes, - And with a warrant searched for - With Argus' hundred eyes, - - "Yet here thou shalt be safe; 105 - Such privy wayes there be, - That if they sought an hundred years, - They could not find out thee." - - And so carousing both - Their pleasures to content, 110 - George Barnwell had in little space - His money wholly spent. - - Which done, to Ludlow straight - He did provide to go, - To rob his wealthy uncle there; 115 - His minion would it so. - - And once he thought to take - His father by the way, - But that he fear'd his master had - Took order for his stay.[L120] 120 - - Unto his uncle then - He rode with might and main, - Who with a welcome and good cheer - Did Barnwell entertain. - - One fortnight's space he stayed, 125 - Until it chanced so, - His uncle with his cattle did - Unto a market go. - - His kinsman rode with him, - Where he did see right plain, 130 - Great store of money he had took: - When, coming home again, - - Sudden within a wood, - He struck his uncle down, - And beat his brains out of his head; 135 - So sore he crackt his crown. - - Then seizing fourscore pound, - To London straight he hyed, - And unto Sarah Millwood all - The cruell fact descryed. 140 - - "Tush, 'tis no matter, George, - So we the money have - To have good cheer in jolly sort, - And deck us fine and brave." - - Thus lived in filthy sort, 145 - Until their store was gone: - When means to get them any more, - I-wis poor George had none. - - Therefore in railing sort, - She thrust him out of door; 150 - Which is the just reward of those, - Who spend upon a whore. - - "O do me not disgrace - In this my need," quoth he: - She called him thief and murderer, 155 - With all the spight might be. - - To the constable she sent, - To have him apprehended; - And shewed how far, in each degree, - He had the laws offended. 160 - - When Barnwell saw her drift, - To sea he got straightway; - Where fear and sting of conscience - Continually on him lay. - - Unto the lord mayor then, 165 - He did a letter write, - In which his own and Sarah's fault - He did at large recite. - - Whereby she seized was, - And then to Ludlow sent, 170 - Where she was judg'd, condemn'd, and hang'd, - For murder incontinent. - - There dyed this gallant quean, - Such was her greatest gains; - For murder in Polonia, 175 - Was Barnwell hang'd in chains. - - Lo! here's the end of youth - That after harlots haunt, - Who in the spoil of other men - About the streets do flaunt. 180 - -120. i.e. for stopping and apprehending him at his father's. P. - - - - -THE DUKE OF ATHOL'S NURSE. - - -From Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 23. Annexed is a -less perfect copy from Kinloch's collection. A fragment of this piece is -printed in Cromek's _Select Scottish Songs by R. Burns_, (ii. 196,) with -some stanzas of _Willy's drowned in Yarrow_, (vol. ii. p. 181, of this -collection.) Mr. Aytoun has made up a very good ballad from several -copies; _Ballads of Scotland_, 2, 236. - - As I gaed in yon greenwood side, - I heard a fair maid singing; - Her voice was sweet, she sang sae complete, - That all the woods were ringing. - - "O I'm the Duke o' Athole's nurse, 5 - My post is well becoming; - But I wou'd gie a' my half-year's fee, - For ae sight o' my leman." - - "Ye say, ye're the Duke o' Athole's nurse, - Your post is well becoming; 10 - Keep well, keep well your half-year's fee, - Ye'se hae twa sights o' your leman." - - He lean'd him ower his saddle bow, - And cannilie kiss'd his dearie; - "Ohon, and alake! anither has my heart, 15 - And I darena mair come near thee!" - - "Ohon, and alake! if anither hae your heart, - These words hae fairly undone me; - But let us set a time, tryst to meet again, - Then in gude friends you will twine me!" 20 - - "Ye will do you down to yon tavern house, - And drink till the day be dawing; - And, as sure as I ance had a love for you, - I'll come there and clear your lawing. - - "Ye'll spare not the wine, altho' it be fine, 25 - Nae Malago, tho' it be rarely; - But ye'll aye drink the bonnie lassie's health - That's to clear your lawing fairly." - - Then he's done him down to yon tavern house, - And drank till day was dawing; 30 - And aye he drank the bonny lassie's health - That was coming to clear his lawing. - - And aye as he birled, and aye as he drank - The gude beer and the brandy, - He spar'd not the wine, altho' it was fine, 35 - The sack nor the sugar candy. - - "It's a wonder to me," the knight he did say, - "My bonnie lassie's sae delaying; - She promis'd, as sure as she loved me ance, - She wou'd be here by the dawing." 40 - - He's done him to a shott window, - A little before the dawing, - And there he spied her nine brothers bauld, - Were coming to betray him. - - "Where shall I rin, where shall I gang, 45 - Or where shall I gang hide me? - She that was to meet me in friendship this day, - Has sent nine men to slay me!" - - He's gane to the landlady o' the house, - Says, "O can you supply me? 50 - For she that was to meet me in friendship this day, - Has sent nine men to slay me! - - She gae him a suit o' her ain female claise, - And set him to the baking; - The bird never sang mair sweet on the bush, 55 - Nor the knight sung at the baking. - - As they came in at the ha' door, - Sae loudly as they rappit, - And when they came upon the floor, - Sae loudly as they chappit! 60 - - "O had ye a stranger here last night, - Who drank till the day was dawing? - Come, show us the chamber where he lyes in, - We'll shortly clear his lawing." - - "I had nae stranger here last night, 65 - That drank till the day was dawing; - But ane that took a pint, and paid it ere he went, - And there's naething to clear o' his lawing." - - A lad amang the rest, being o' a merry mood, - To the young knight fell a-talking; 70 - The wife took her foot, and gae him a kick, - Says, "Be busy, ye jilt, at your baking." - - They stabbed the house, baith but and ben, - The curtains they spared nae riving, - And for a' that they did search and ca', 75 - For a kiss o' the knight they were striving. - - - - -THE DUKE OF ATHOL'S NOURICE. - -Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, p. 127. - - - As I cam in by Athol's yetts, - I heard a fair maid singing; - "I am the Duke o' Athol's nourice, - And I wat it weel does set me; - And I wad gie a' my half-year's fee, 5 - For ae sicht o' my Johnie." - - "Keep weel, keep weel, your half-year's fee, - For ye'll soon get a sicht o' your Johnie; - But anither woman has my heart, - And I am sorry for to leave ye." 10 - - "Ye'll dow ye doun to yon change-house, - And drink till the day be dawing; - At ilka pint's end ye'll drink the lass' health, - That's coming to pay the lawing." - - He hied him doun to yon change-house, 15 - And he drank till the day was dawing; - And at ilka pint's end he drank the lass' health, - That was coming to pay for his lawing. - - Aye he ranted, and aye he sang, - And drank till the day was dawing; 20 - And aye he drank the bonnie lass' health, - That was coming to pay the lawing. - - He spared na the sack, though it was dear, - The wine, nor the sugar-candy; - * * * * - * * * - - He has dune him to the shot-window, 25 - To see gin she war coming; - There he saw the duke and a' his merry men, - That oure the hill cam rinning. - - He has dune him to the landlady, - To see gin she wad protect him; 30 - She buskit him up into woman's claise, - And set him till a baking. - - Sae loudlie as they rappit at the yett, - Sae loudlie as they war calling; - "Had ye a young man here yestreen, 35 - That drank till the day was dawing?" - - "He drank but ae pint, and he paid it or he went, - And ye've na mair to do wi' the lawing." - They searchit the house a' round and round, - And they spared na the curtains to tear them; 40 - - While the landlady stood upo' the stair-head, - Crying, "Maid, be busy at your baking;" - They gaed as they cam, and left a' undone, - And left the bonnie maid at her baking. - - - - -THE HIREMAN CHIEL. - -From _Scarce Ancient Ballads_, p. 17. The same in Buchan, ii. 109, _The -Baron turned Ploughman_. - - - There was a knight, a barone bright, - A bauld barone was he, - And he had only but one son, - A comely youth to see. - - He's brought him at schools nine, 5 - So has he at schools ten, - But the boy learn'd to haud the plow - Among his father's men. - - But it fell ance upon a day - The bauld barone did say, 10 - "My son you maun gae court a wife, - And ane o high degree. - - "Ye have lands, woods, rents, and bouirs, - Castels and touirs three; - Then go my son and seek some dame 15 - To share that gift wi' thee." - - "Yes, I have lands and woods, father, - Castels and touirs three; - But what if she like my lands and rents - Far more than she loves me? 20 - - "But I will go and seek a wife - That weel can please mine ee, - And I sall fairly try her love - Before she gang wi me." - - He then took off the scarlet coat, 25 - Bedeck'd wi shinin' gold, - And has put on the hireman's coat, - To keip him frae the cold. - - He then laid past the studded sword, - That he could bravely draw, 30 - And he's gone skipping down the stair, - Swift as the bird that flaw. - - He took a stick into his hand, - Which he could bravely wiel, - And he's gane whistling o'er the lan', 35 - Like a young hireman chiel. - - And he gaed up yon high high hill,[L37] - And low down i the glen, - And there he saw a gay castell, - Wi turrets nine or ten. 40 - - And he has gone on, and farther on, - Till to the yett drew he, - And there he saw a lady fair, - That pleas'd the young man's ee. - - He went streight to the greave's chamber, 45 - And with humilitie, - Said, "Have ye any kind of work - For a hireman chiel like me?" - - "What is the work that ye intend, - Or how can we agree? 50 - Can ye plow, reap, and sow the corn, - And a' for meat and fee?" - - "Yes, I can plow, and reap, and mow, - And sow the corn too; - I can weel manage horse and cow, 55 - And a' for meat and fee." - - "If ye can haud the plow right weel, - And sow the corn too, - By faith and troth, my hireman chiel, - We shall not part for fee." 60 - - He['s] put his hand in his pocket, - And taen out shillings nine; - Says, "Take ye that, my hireman chiel, - And turn in here and dine." - - He acted all he took in hand, 65 - His master lov'd him weel, - And the young lady of the land - Fell in love wi the hireman chiel. - - How oft she tried to drown the flame, - And oft wept bitterlie; 70 - But still she lov'd the hireman chiel, - So well's he pleas'd her ee. - - She has written a broad letter, - And seal'd it wi' her hand, - And dropt it at the stable door, 75 - Where the young man did stand. - - "I am in love, my hireman chiel, - I'm deip in love wi thee; - And if ye think me worth your love, - I' the garden green meet me." 80 - - When he had read the letter o'er, - A loud loud laugh gae he; - Said, "If I manage my business well, - I'm sure to get my fee." - - At night they met behind a tree, 85 - Low in the garden green, - To tell their tale among the flowers, - And view the e'ening scene. - - Next morning by the rising sun, - She, with her maries fair, 90 - Walk'd to the fields to see the plow, - And meet the hireman there. - - "Good morn, good morn, my lady gay, - I wonder much at you, - To rise so early in the morn, 95 - While fields are wet wi dew, - To hear the linnets on the thorn, - And see the plow-boy plow." - - "But I wonder much at you, young man, - I wonder much at you, 100 - That ye no other station have - Than hold my father's plow." - - "I love as weel to rise each morn - As ye can your maries fair; - I love as weel to hold the plow 105 - As I were your father's heir. - - "If ye love me, as ye protest, - And I trust weel ye do, - The morn's night at eight o'clock, - In gude green wood meet me." 110 - - "Yes, I love you, my hireman chiel, - And that most tenderlie, - But when my virgin honor's gone, - I soon will slighted be." - - "Take ye no dread, my lady gay, 115 - Lat a your folly be; - If ye com a maiden to green wood, - You'll return the same for me." - - The lady she went home again - Wi a mary on every hand; 120 - She was so very sick in love, - She could not sit nor stand. - - It was a dark and cloudy night, - No stars beam'd o'er the lea, - When the lady and the hireman met 125 - Beneath a spreading tree. - - He took the lady in his arms, - Embraced her tenderlie, - And thrice he kiss'd her rosy lips - Under the green wood tree. 130 - - "Hold off your hands, young man, I pray; - I wonder much at thee; - The man that holds my father's plow, - To lay his hands on me." - - "No harm I mean, my winsome dame, 135 - No impudence at a'; - I never laid a hand on you - Till your libertie I saw." - - "It is a dark and dismal night, 140 - The dew is falling down; - I will go home, least I should spoil - My cap and satin gown." - - "If you are wearied so soon, - Why did ye tryst me here?" 145 - "I would not weary with you, my dear, - Tho this night were a year." - - When morning beams began to peep - Among the branches green, - The lovers rose, and part to meet, 150 - And tell their tale again. - - "Ye will go home unto the plow, - Where often ye hae been; - I'll tak my mantle folded up, - And walk i the garden green. 155 - - "The barone and my mother dear - Will wonder what I mean; - They'll think I've been disturbed sair, - When I am up so soon." - - But this pass'd on, and farther on, 160 - For two months and a day, - Till word came to the bauld barone, - And an angry man was he. - - The barone swore a solemn oath, - An angry man was he, 165 - "The morn, before I eat or drink, - High hanged shall he be." - - "Farewell, my lovely maiden fair, - A long adieu to thee; - Your father's sworn a solemn swear 170 - That hanged I shall be." - - "O woe's me," the lady said, - "Yet do not troubled be; - If e'er they touch the hair on thy head, - They'll get no good of me." 175 - - He turn'd him right and round about, - And a loud loud laugh gae he; - "That man stood never in the court - That dare this day hang me." - - The lady spake from her bouir door, 180 - An angry woman was she; - "What insolence in you to tryst - Her to the green wood tree." - - "If she had not given her consent, - She had not gone wi me; 185 - If she came a maiden to green wood, - She return'd again for me." - - He turn'd him right and round about, - And a loud loud laugh gae he; - "Ye may wed your daughter whan ye will, 190 - She's none the worse for me." - - He has gone whistling o'er the knowe, - Swift as the bird that flaw; - The lady stood in her bouir door, - And lout the salt tears fa. 195 - - But this pass'd on, and further on, - A twelve month and a day, - Till there came a knight and a barone bright - To woo this lady gay. - - He soon gain'd the baronne's will, 200 - Likewise the mother gay; - He woo'd and won the lady's love, - But by a slow degree. - - "O weel befa' you, daughter dear, - And happy may ye be, 205 - To lay your love on the grand knight, - And let the hireman be." - - "O haud your tongue, my father dear, - And speak not so to me; - Far more I love the hireman chiel 210 - Than a' the knights I see. - - The morn was come, and bells were rung, - And all to church repair; - But like the rose among the throng - Was the lady and her maries fair. 215 - - But as they walked o'er the field, - Among the flowers fair, - Beneath a tree stood on the plain, - The hireman chiel was there. - - "I wish you joy, my gay madam, 220 - And aye well may ye be; - There is a ring, a pledge of love, - That ance I got from thee." - - "O wae befa' ye, you hireman chiel, - Some ill death may ye die; 225 - Ye might hae tauld to me your name, - Your hame, or what countrie." - - "If ye luve me, my lady gay, - As ye protest ye do, - Then turn your love from this gay knight, 230 - And reach your hand to me." - - Then out spake the gay baronne, - And an angry man was he; - "If I had known she was belov'd, - She had never been lov'd by me." 235 - - When she was set on high horse-back, - And riding thro' the glen, - They saw her father posting quick, - With fifty armed men. - - "Do for yourself, my hireman lad, 240 - And for your safety flee; - My father he will take me back, - But married I'll never be." - - When they were up yon rising hill, - There low down i' the glen, 245 - He saw his father's gilded coach, - Wi' five hundred gentlemen. - - "Come back, turn back, my hireman chiel, - Turn back and speak wi' me; - Ye've serv'd me lang for the lady's sake, 250 - Come back, and get your fee." - - "Your blessing give us instantly, - Is all we crave o' thee; - These seven years I've serv'd for her sake, - But now I'm paid my fee." 255 - -37. As. - - - - -ARMSTRONG AND MUSGRAVE. - -From _A Collection of Old Ballads_, i. 175. - - -The story of this ballad seems to be the same as that of _Lord -Livingston_, in the third volume of this collection (p. 343). The whole -title is as follows: - - A pleasant ballad shewing how two valiant knights, Sir John Armstrong - and Sir Michael Musgrave, fell in love with the beautiful daughter - of the Lady Dacres in the North; and of the great strife that - happen'd between them for her, and how they wrought the death of one - hundred men. - - As it fell out one Whitsunday, - The blith time of the year, - When every tree was clad with green, - And pretty birds sing clear, - The Lady Dacres took her way 5 - Unto the church that pleasant day, - With her fair daughter fresh and gay, - A bright and bonny lass. - - Sir Michael Musgrave, in like sort, - To church repaired then, 10 - And so did Sir John Armstrong too, - With all his merry men. - Two greater friends there could not be, - Nor braver knights for chivalry, - Both batchelors of high degree, 15 - Fit for a bonny lass. - - They sat them down upon one seat, - Like loving brethren dear, - With hearts and minds devoutly bent - God's service for to hear; 20 - But rising from their prayers tho, - Their eyes a ranging strait did go, - Which wrought their utter overthrow, - All for one bonny lass. - - Quoth Musgrave unto Armstrong then, 25 - "Yon sits the sweetest dame, - That ever for her fair beauty - Within this country came." - "In sooth," quoth Armstrong presently, - "Your judgment I must verify, 30 - There never came unto my eye - A braver bonny lass." - - "I swear," said Musgrave, "by this sword, - Which did my knighthood win, - To steal away so sweet a dame, 35 - Could be no ghostly sin." - "That deed," quoth Armstrong, "would be ill, - Except you had her right good will, - That your desire she would fulfil, - And be thy bonny lass." 40 - - By this the service quite was done, - And home the people past; - They wish'd a blister on his tongue - That made thereof such haste. - At the church door the knights did meet, 45 - The Lady Dacres for to greet, - But most of all her daughter sweet, - That beauteous bonny lass. - - Said Armstrong to the lady fair, - "We both have made a vow 50 - At dinner for to be your guests, - If you will it allow." - With that bespoke the lady free, - "Sir knights, right welcome shall you be;" - "The happier men therefore are we, 55 - For love of this bonny lass." - - Thus were the knights both prick'd in love, - Both in one moment thrall'd, - And both with one fair lady gay, - Fair Isabella call'd. 60 - With humble thanks they went away, - Like wounded harts chas'd all the day, - One would not to the other say, - They lov'd this bonny lass. - - Fair Isabel, on the other side, 65 - As far in love was found; - So long brave Armstrong she had ey'd, - Till love her heart did wound; - "Brave Armstrong is my joy," quoth she, - "Would Christ he were alone with me, 70 - To talk an hour, two, or three, - With his fair bonny lass." - - But as these knights together rode, - And homeward did repair, - Their talk and eke their countenance shew'd 75 - Their hearts were clogg'd with care. - "Fair Isabel," the one did say, - "Thou hast subdu'd my heart this day;" - "But she's my joy," did Musgrave say, - "My bright and bonny lass." 80 - - With that these friends incontinent - Became most deadly foes; - For love of beauteous Isabel, - Great strife betwixt them rose: - Quoth Armstrong, "She shall be my wife, 85 - Although for her I lose my life;" - And thus began a deadly strife, - And for one bonny lass. - - Thus two years long this grudge did grow - These gallant knights between, 90 - While they a-wooing both did go, - Unto this beauteous queen; - And she who did their furies prove, - To neither would bewray her love, - The deadly quarrel to remove 95 - About this bonny lass. - - But neither, for her fair intreats, - Nor yet her sharp dispute, - Would they appease their raging ire, - Nor yet give o'er their suit. 100 - The gentlemen of the North Country - At last did make this good decree, - All for a perfect unity - About this bonny lass. - - The love-sick knights should be set 105 - Within one hall so wide, - Each of them in a gallant sort - Even at a several tide; - And 'twixt them both for certainty - Fair Isabel should placed be, 110 - Of them to take her choice full free, - Most like a bonny lass. - - And as she like an angel bright - Betwixt them mildly stood, - She turn'd unto each several knight 115 - With pale and changed blood; - "Now am I at liberty - To make and take my choice?" quoth she: - "Yea," quoth the knights, "we do agree; - Then chuse, thou bonny lass." 120 - - "O Musgrave, thou art all too hot - To be a lady's love," - Quoth she, "and Armstrong seems a sot, - Where love binds him to prove. - Of courage great is Musgrave still, 125 - And sith to chuse I have my will, - Sweet Armstrong shall my joys fulfil, - And I his bonny lass." - - The nobles and the gentles both - That were in present place, 130 - Rejoiced at this sweet record; - But Musgrave, in disgrace, - Out of the hall did take his way, - And Armstrong marryed was next day - With Isabel his lady gay, 135 - A bright and bonny lass. - - But Musgrave on the wedding-day, - Like to a Scotchman dight, - In secret sort allured out - The bridegroom for the fight; 140 - And he, that will not outbraved be, - Unto his challenge did agree, - Where he was slain most suddenly - For his fair bonny lass. - - The news whereof was quickly brought 145 - Unto the lovely bride; - And many of young Armstrong's kin - Did after Musgrave ride. - They hew'd him when they had him got, - As small as flesh into the pot; 150 - Lo! thus befel a heavy lot - About this bonny lass. - - The lady young, which did lament - This cruel cursed strife, - For very grief dyed that day, 155 - A maiden and a wife. - An hundred men that hapless day - Did lose their lives in that same fray, - And 'twixt those names, as many say, - Is deadly strife still biding. 160 - - - - -FAIR MARGARET OF CRAIGNARGAT. - - -"Craignargat is a promontory in the Bay of Luce. Though almost -surrounded by the Barony of Mochrum, it was long possessed by a branch -of the family of Macdowall, which was probably our heroine's -surname.--On the head of Fair Margaret's lovers, it may be remarked, -that the Agnews of Lochnaw are a very ancient family, and hereditary -sheriffs of Wigton. The Gordon mentioned was probably Gordon of -Craighlaw, whose castle was situated about five miles from Craignargat, -in the parish of Kirkcowan, considered so remote before the formation of -military roads, that the local proverb says,--'Out of the world, and -into Kirkcowan.' The Hays of Park dwell on the coast, about six miles -from Craignargat; but it is singular that the lady is not complimented -with a Dunbar as her lover, the Place of Mochrum, as the old town is -called, being only two miles from her reputed residence." Sharpe's -_Ballad Book_, p. 71. - - Fair Marg'ret of Craignargat - Was the flow'r of all her kin, - And she's fallen in love with a false young man, - Her ruin to begin. - - The more she lov'd, the more it prov'd 5 - Her fatal destiny, - And he that sought her overthrow - Shar'd of her misery. - - Before that lady she was born, - Her mother, as we find, 10 - She dreamt she had a daughter fair, - That was both dumb and blind. - - But as she sat in her bow'r door, - A-viewing of her charms, - There came a raven from the south, 15 - And pluck'd her from her arms. - - Three times on end she dreamt this dream, - Which troubled sore her mind, - That from that very night and hour - She could no comfort find. 20 - - Now she has sent for a wise woman, - Liv'd nigh unto the port, - Who being call'd, instantly came, - That lady to comfort. - - To her she told her dreary dream, 25 - With salt tears in her eye, - Hoping that she would read the same, - Her mind to satisfy. - - "Set not your heart on children young, - Whate'er their fortune be, 30 - And if I tell what shall befal, - Lay not the blame on me. - - "The raven which ye dreamed of, - He is a false young man, - With subtile heart and flatt'ring tongue, 35 - Your daughter to trepan. - - "Both night and day, 'tis you I pray - For to be on your guard, - For many are the subtile wyles - By which youth are ensnar'd." 40 - - When she had read the dreary dream, - It vex'd her more and more, - For Craignargat, of birth and state, - Liv'd nigh unto the shore. - - But as in age her daughter wax'd, 45 - Her beauty did excel - All the ladies far and near - That in that land did dwell. - - The Gordon, Hay, and brave Agnew, - Three knights of high degree, 50 - Unto the dame a-courting came, - All for her fair beauty. - - Which of these men, they ask'd her then, - That should her husband be; - But scornfully she did reply, 55 - "I'll wed none of the three." - - "Since it is so, where shall we go - A match for thee to find, - That art so fair and beautiful, - That none can suit thy mind?" 60 - - With scorn and pride she answer made, - "You'll ne'er choice one for me, - Nor will I wed against my mind, - For all their high degree." - - The brave Agnew, whose heart was true, 65 - A solemn vow did make, - Never to love a woman more - All for that lady's sake. - - To counsel this lady was deaf, - To judgement she was blind, 70 - Which griev'd her tender parents dear, - And troubled sore their mind. - - From the Isle of Man a courter came, - And a false young man was he, - With subtile heart and flatt'ring tongue, 75 - To court this fair lady. - - This young man was a bold outlaw, - A robber and a thief, - But soon he gain'd this lady's heart, - Which caused all their grief. 80 - - "O will you wed," her mother said, - "A man you do not know, - For to break your parents' heart, - With shame but and with woe?" - - "Yes, I will go with him," she said, 85 - "Either by land or sea; - For he's the man I've pitch['e]d on - My husband for to be." - - "O let her go," her father said, - "For she shall have her will; 90 - My curse and mallison she's got, - For to pursue her still." - - "Your curse, father, I don't regard, - Your blessing I'll ne'er crave; - To the man I love I'll constant prove, 95 - And never him deceive." - - On board with him fair Margaret's gone, - In hopes his bride to be; - But mark ye well, and I shall tell - Of their sad destiny. 100 - - They had not sail'd a league but five, - Till the storm began to rise; - The swelling seas ran mountains high, - And dismal were the skies. - - In deep despair that lady fair 105 - For help aloud she cries, - While crystal tears like fountains ran - Down from her lovely eyes. - - "O I have got my father's curse - My pride for to subdue! 110 - With sorrows great my heart will break, - Alas what shall I do! - - "O were I at my father's house, - His blessing to receive, - Then on my bended knees I'd fall, 115 - His pardon for to crave! - - "To aid my grief, there's no relief, - To speak it is in vain; - Likewise my loving parents dear - I ne'er shall see again." 120 - - The winds and waves did both conspire - Their lives for to devour; - That gallant ship that night was lost, - And never was seen more. - - When tidings to Craignargat came, 125 - Of their sad overthrow, - It griev'd her tender parent's heart; - Afresh began their woe. - - Of the dreary dream that she had seen, - And often thought upon,-- 130 - "O fatal news," her mother cries, - "My darling, she is gone! - - "O fair Marg'ret, I little thought - The seas should be thy grave, - When first thou left thy father's house, 135 - Without thy parent's leave." - - May this tragedy a warning be - To children while they live, - That they may love their parents dear, - Their blessing to receive. 140 - - - - -RICHIE STORIE. - - -"John, third Earl of Wigton, had six sons, and three daughters. The -second, Lady Lillias Fleming, was so indiscreet as to marry a footman, -by whom she had issue. She and her husband assigned her provision to -Lieutenant-Colonel John Fleming, who discharged her renunciation, dated -in October, 1673." Sharpe's _Ballad Book_, p. 95. - - The Earl o' Wigton had three daughters, - O braw wallie, but they were bonnie! - The youngest o' them, and the bonniest too, - Has fallen in love wi' Richie Storie. - - "Here's a letter for ye, madame, 5 - Here's a letter for ye, madame; - The Erle o' Home wad fain presume - To be a suitor to ye, madame." - - "I'll hae nane o' your letters, Richie; - I'll hae nane o' your letters, Richie; 10 - For I've made a vow, and I'll keep it true, - That I'll have nane but you, Richie." - - "O do not say so, madame; - O do not say so, madame; - For I have neither land nor rent, 15 - For to maintain you o', madame. - - "Ribands ye maun wear, madame, - Ribands ye maun wear, madame; - With the bands about your neck - O' the goud that shines sae clear, madame." 20 - - "I'll lie ayont a dyke, Richie, - I'll lie ayont a dyke, Richie; - And I'll be aye at your command - And bidding, whan ye like, Richie." - - O he's gane on the braid braid road, 25 - And she's gane through the broom sae bonnie, - Her silken robes down to her heels, - And she's awa' wi' Richie Storie. - - This lady gaed up the Parliament stair, - Wi' pendles in her lugs sae bonnie; 30 - Mony a lord lifted his hat, - But little did they ken she was Richie's lady. - - Up then spak the Erle o' Home's lady; - "Was na ye richt sorrie, Annie, - To leave the lands o' bonnie Cumbernauld, 35 - And follow Richie Storie, Annie?" - - "O what need I be sorrie, madame, - O what need I be sorrie, madame? - For I've got them that I like best, - And was ordained for me, madame." 40 - - "Cumbernauld is mine, Annie, - Cumbernauld is mine, Annie; - And a' that's mine, it shall be thine, - As we sit at the wine, Annie." - - - - -THE FARMER'S OLD WIFE. - - -_The Carl of Kellyburn Braes_, composed by Burns for Johnson's _Museum_, -(p. 392,) was founded, he says, "on the old traditionary verses." These -we have met with in no other form but the following, which is taken from -_Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry of England_, edited -by Robert Bell, p. 204. What is styled the original of _The Carle of -Kellyburn Braes_, in Cromek's _Remains of Nithsdale and Galloway Song_, -p. 83, is, like many of the pieces in that volume, for the most part a -fabrication. The place of the burden is supplied in Sussex, says Mr. -Bell, by a whistling chorus. - -Of the same tenor is the ballad of _The Devil and the Scold_, Collier's -_Roxburghe Ballads_, p. 35. - -We subjoin the first stanza of Burns's ballad for the sake of the -burden, which is said to be old. - - There lived a carl on Kellyburn braes, - _Hey, and the rue grows bonnie wi' thyme_, - And he had a wife was the plague o' his days, - _And the thyme it is wither'd, and the rue is in prime_. - - * * * * * - - There was an old farmer in Sussex did dwell, - And he had a bad wife, as many knew well. - - Then Satan came to the old man at the plough,-- - "One of your family I must have now. - - "It is not your eldest son that I crave, 5 - But it is your old wife, and she I will have." - - "O welcome, good Satan, with all my heart! - I hope you and she will never more part." - - Now Satan has got the old wife on his back, - And he lugged her along like a pedlar's pack. 10 - - He trudged away till they came to his hall-gate: - Says he, "Here, take in an old Sussex chap's mate. - - O then she did kick the young imps about,-- - Says one to the other, "Let's try turn her out." - - She spied thirteen imps all dancing in chains, 15 - She up with her pattens, and beat out their brains. - - She knocked the old Satan against the wall,-- - "Let's try turn her out, or she'll murder us all." - - Now he's bundled her up on his back amain, - And to her old husband he took her again. 20 - - "I have been a tormentor the whole of my life, - But I ne'er was tormented till I met with your wife." - - - - -THE DUEL OF WHARTON AND STUART. - -_Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, iii. 77. - - -The unhappy event upon which the following ballad is founded took place -under the reign of James the VI. - -"The sufferers in this melancholy affair were both men of high birth, -the heirs-apparent of two noble families, and youths of the most -promising expectation. Sir James Stuart was a knight of the Bath, and -eldest son of Walter, first Lord Blantyre, by Nicholas, daughter of Sir -James Somerville of Cambusnethan. Sir George Wharton was also a knight -of the Bath, and eldest son of Philip, Lord Wharton, by Frances, -daughter of Henry Clifford, Earl of Cumberland. He married Anne, -daughter of the Earl of Rutland, but left no issue." SCOTT. - -This ballad was printed in the first edition of Ritson's _Ancient -Songs_, p. 199, from a black-letter copy in Major Pearson's collection, -(afterwards part of the Roxburghe.) Scott's version appears to have been -obtained from James Hogg. "Two verses have been added," says Sir Walter, -"and one considerably improved, from Mr. Ritson's edition. These three -stanzas are the fifth and ninth of Part First, and the penult verse of -Part Second. I am thus particular, that the reader may be able, if he -pleases, to compare the traditional ballad with the original edition. It -furnishes striking evidence, that 'without characters, fame lives long.' -The difference chiefly to be remarked betwixt the copies, lies in the -dialect, and in some modifications applicable to Scotland; as, using the -words "our Scottish Knight." The black-letter ballad, in like manner, -terms Wharton "our English Knight." - -In this connection we may mention another ballad founded on a duel--_Sir -Niel and Mac Van_, in Buchan's larger collection, ii. 16. A stall copy -is called _Sir Neil and Glengyle_. - - -PART FIRST. - - It grieveth me to tell you o' - Near London late what did befall, - 'Twixt two young gallant gentlemen; - It grieveth me, and ever shall. - - One of them was Sir George Wharton, 5 - My good Lord Wharton's son and heir; - The other, James Stuart, a Scottish knight, - One that a valiant heart did bear. - - When first to court these nobles came, - One night, a-gaming, fell to words,[L10] 10 - And in their fury grew so hot, - That they did both try their keen swords. - - No manner of treating, nor advice, - Could hold from striking in that place; - For, in the height and heat of blood, 15 - James struck George Wharton on the face. - - "What doth this mean," George Wharton said, - "To strike in such unmanly sort? - But, that I take it at thy hands, - The tongue of man shall ne'er report!" 20 - - "But do thy worst, then," said Sir James, - "Now do thy worst, appoint a day! - There's not a lord in England breathes - Shall gar me give an inch of way." - - "Ye brag right weel," George Wharton said; 25 - "Let our brave lords at large alane, - And speak of me, that am thy foe, - For you shall find enough o' ane." - - "I'll interchange my glove wi' thine; - I'll show it on the bed of death; 30 - I mean the place where we shall fight; - There ane or both maun lose life and breath!" - - "We'll meet near Waltham," said Sir James; - "To-morrow, that shall be the day. - We'll either take a single man, 35 - And try who bears the bell away." - - Then down together hands they shook, - Without any envious sign; - Then went to Ludgate, where they lay, - And each man drank his pint of wine. 40 - - No kind of envy could be seen, - No kind of malice they did betray; - But a' was clear and calm as death, - Whatever in their bosoms lay: - - Till parting time; and then, indeed, 45 - They show'd some rancour in their heart; - "Next time we meet," says George Wharton, - "Not half sae soundly we shall part!" - - So they have parted, firmly bent - Their valiant minds equal to try: 50 - The second part shall clearly show, - Both how they meet, and how they die. - - -PART SECOND. - - George Wharton was the first ae man - Came to the appointed place that day, - Where he espyed our Scots lord coming, 55 - As fast as he could post away. - - They met, shook hands; their cheeks were pale; - Then to George Wharton James did say, - "I dinna like your doublet, George, - It stands sae weel on you this day. 60 - - "Say, have you got no armour on? - Have you no under robe of steel? - I never saw an Englishman - Become his doublet half sae weel." - - "Fy no! fy no!" George Wharton said, 65 - "For that's the thing that mauna be, - That I should come wi' armour on, - And you a naked man truly." - - "Our men shall search our doublets, George, - And see if one of us do lie; 70 - Then will we prove, wi' weapons sharp, - Ourselves true gallants for to be." - - Then they threw off their doublets both, - And stood up in their sarks of lawn; - "Now, take my counsel," said Sir James, 75 - "Wharton, to thee I'll make it knawn: - - "So as we stand, so will we fight, - Thus naked in our sarks," said he; - "Fy no! fy no!" George Wharton says, - "That is the thing that must not be. 80 - - "We're neither drinkers, quarrellers, - Nor men that cares na for oursell, - Nor minds na what we're gaun about, - Or if we're gaun to heav'n or hell. - - "Let us to God bequeath our souls, 85 - Our bodies to the dust and clay:" - With that he drew his deadly sword, - The first was drawn on field that day. - - Se'en bouts and turns these heroes had, - Or e'er a drop o' blood was drawn; 90 - Our Scotch lord, wond'ring, quickly cry'd, - "Stout Wharton, thou still hauds thy awn!" - - The first stroke that George Wharton gae, - He struck him thro' the shoulder-bane; - The neist was thro' the thick o' the thigh; 95 - He thought our Scotch lord had been slain. - - "O ever alack!" George Wharton cry'd, - "Art thou a living man, tell me? - If there's a surgeon living can, - He's cure thy wounds right speedily." 100 - - "No more of that," James Stuart said; - "Speak not of curing wounds to me! - For one of us must yield our breath, - Ere off the field one foot we flee." - - They looked oure their shoulders both, 105 - To see what company was there: - They both had grievous marks of death, - But frae the other nane wad steer. - - George Wharton was the first that fell, - Our Scotch lord fell immediately; 110 - They both did cry to Him above - To save their souls, for they boud die. - - -10. Sir George Wharton was quarrelsome at cards; a temper which he -exhibited so disagreeably when playing with the Earl of Pembroke, that -the Earl told him, "Sir George, I have loved you long; but by your -manner in playing, you lay it upon me either to leave to love you, or to -leave to play with you; wherefore choosing to love you still, I will -never play with you any more."--LODGE'S _Illustrations_, vol. iii. p. -350. SCOTT. - - - - -SADDLE TO RAGS. - - -From _Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry of England_, -Percy Society, vol. xvii. p. 126. The editor took this piece down from -the recitation of a Yorkshire yeoman. Other ballads are popular with -nearly the same plot, one of them called _The Crafty Ploughboy, or the -Highwayman outwitted_. Another of a similar description is _Jock the Leg -and the Merry Merchant_, (Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, -ii. 165,) formed on the model of some Robin Hood ballad. - - This story I'm going to sing, - I hope it will give you content, - Concerning a silly old man - That was going to pay his rent. - - As he was a-riding along, 5 - Along all on the highway, - A gentleman-thief overtook him, - And thus unto him did say. - - "O well overtaken, old man, - O well overtaken," said he; 10 - "Thank you kindly, sir," says the old man, - "If you be for my companie." - - "How far are you going this way?" - It made the old man to smile; - "To tell you the truth, kind sir, 15 - I'm just a-going twa mile. - - "I am but a silly old man, - Who farms a piece of ground; - My half-year rent, kind sir, - Just comes to forty pound. 20 - - "But my landlord's not been at hame,-- - I've not seen him twelve month or more; - It makes my rent to be large, - I've just to pay him fourscore." - - "You should not have told any body, 25 - For thieves there are ganging many; - If they were to light upon you, - They would rob you of every penny." - - "O never mind," says the old man, - "Thieves I fear on no side; 30 - My money is safe in my bags, - In the saddle on which I ride." - - As they were a-riding along, - And riding a-down a ghyll, - The thief pulled out a pist[o']l, 35 - And bade the old man stand still. - - The old man was crafty and false, - As in this world are many; - He flung his old saddle o'er t' hedge, - And said, "Fetch it, if thou'lt have any." 40 - - This thief got off his horse, - With courage stout and bold, - To search this old man's bags, - And gave him his horse to hold. - - The old man put foot in stirrup, 45 - And he got on astride, - He set the thief's horse in a gallop,-- - You need not bid th' old man ride! - - "O stay! O stay!" says the thief, - "And thou half my share shalt have:" 50 - "Nay, marry, not I," quoth the old man, - "For once I've bitten a knave!" - - This thief he was not content; - He thought these must be bags; - So he up with his rusty sword, 55 - And chopped the old saddle to rags. - - The old man gallop'd and rode - Until he was almost spent, - Till he came to his landlord's house, - And paid him his whole year's rent. 60 - - He opened this rogue's portmantle; - It was glorious for to behold; - There was five hundred pound in money, - And other five hundred in gold. - - His landlord it made him to stare, 65 - When he did the sight behold; - "Where did thou get the white money, - And where get the yellow gold?" - - "I met a fond fool by the way, - I swapped horses, and gave him no boot; 70 - But never mind," says the old man, - "I got a fond fool by the foot." - - "But now you're grown cramped and old, - Nor fit for to travel about;" - "O never mind," says the old man, 75 - "I can give these old bones a root!" - - As he was a-riding hame, - And a-down a narrow lane, - He spied his mare tied to a tree, - And said, "Tib, thou'lt now gae hame." 80 - - And when that he got hame, - And told his old wife what he'd done, - She rose and she donned her clothes, - And about the house did run. - - She sung, and she danced, and sung, 85 - And she sung with a merry devotion, - "If ever our daughter gets wed, - It will help to enlarge her portion!" - - - - -THE FAUSE KNIGHT UPON THE ROAD. - -Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, p. lxxiv. - - - "O whare are ye gaun?" - Quo' the fause knicht upon the road; - "I'm gaun to the scule," - Quo' the wee boy, and still he stude. - - "What is that upon your back?" 5 - Quo' the fause knicht upon the road; - "Atweel it is my bukes," - Quo' the wee boy, and still he stude. - - "What's that ye've got on your arm?" - Quo' the fause knicht, &c. 10 - "Atweel it is my peit," - Quo' the wee boy, &c. - - "Wha's aucht they sheep?" - Quo' the fause knicht, &c. - "They are mine and my mither's," 15 - Quo' the wee boy, &c. - - "How monie o' them are mine?" - Quo' the fause knicht, &c. - "A' they that hae blue tails," - Quo' the wee boy, &c. 20 - - "I wiss ye were on yon tree," - Quo' the fause knicht, &c. - "And a gude ladder under me," - Quo' the wee boy, &c. - - "And the ladder for to break," 25 - Quo' the fause knicht, &c. - "And you for to fa' doun," - Quo' the wee boy, &c. - - "I wiss ye were in yon sie," - Quo' the fause knicht, &c. 30 - "And a gude bottom under me," - Quo' the wee boy, &c. - - "And the bottom for to break," - Quo' the fause knicht upon the road; - "And ye to be drowned," 35 - Quo' the wee boy, and still he stude. - - - - -GIFTS FROM OVER SEA. Appendix to p. 11. - -Wright's _Songs and Carols, printed from a MS. in the Sloane -Collection_, No. 8. - - - I have a zong suster fer bezondyn the se, - Many be the drowryis that [s]che sente me. - [S]che sente me the cherye withoutyn ony ston, - And so [s]che dede [the] dowe withoutyn ony bon: - Sche sente me the brere withoutyn ony rynde, - Sche bad me love my lemman withoute longgyng. - - How xuld ony cherye be withoute ston? - And how xuld ony dowe ben withoute bon? - How xuld any brere ben withoute rynde? - How xuld I love myn lemman without longyng? - - Quan the cherye was a flour, than hadde it non ston: - Quan the dowe was an ey, than hadde it non bon: - Quan the brere was on-bred, than hadde it non rynd: - Quan the mayden hazt that [s]che louth, [s]che is without longyng. - - - - -THE COURTEOUS KNIGHT. - -Appendix to p. 11, p. 83. - -From _Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland_, i. 91. - - - There was a knight, in a summer's night, - Appear'd in a lady's hall, - As she was walking up and down, - Looking o'er her castle wall. - - "God make you safe and free, fair maid, 5 - God make you safe and free!" - "O sae fa' you, ye courteous knight; - What are your wills wi' me? - - "My wills wi' you are not sma', lady, - My wills wi' you nae sma'; 10 - And since there's nane your bower within, - Ye'se ha'e my secrets a'. - - "For here am I a courtier, - A courtier come to thee; - And if ye winna grant your love, 15 - All for your sake I'll dee." - - "If that ye dee for me, sir knight, - Few for you will make meen; - For mony gude lord's done the same, - Their graves are growing green." 20 - - "O winna ye pity me, fair maid, - O winna ye pity me? - O winna ye pity a courteous knight, - Whose love is laid on thee?" - - "Ye say ye are a courteous knight, 25 - But I think ye are nane; - I think ye're but a millar bred, - By the color o' your claithing. - - "You seem to be some false young man, - You wear your hat sae wide; 30 - You seem to be some false young man, - You wear your boots sae side." - - "Indeed I am a courteous knight, - And of great pedigree; - Nae knight did mair for a lady bright 35 - Than I will do for thee. - - "O I'll put smiths in your smithy, - To shoe for you a steed; - And I'll put tailors in your bower, - To make you for a weed. 40 - - "I will put cooks in your kitchen, - And butlers in your ha'; - And on the tap o' your father's castle, - I'll big gude corn and saw." - - "If ye be a courteous knight, 45 - As I trust not ye be, - Ye'll answer some o' the sma' questions - That I will ask at thee. - - "What is the fairest flower, tell me, - That grows in muir or dale?[L50] 50 - Likewise, which is the sweetest bird - Sings next the nightingale? - Or what's the finest thing," she says, - "That king or queen can wale?[L54] - - "The primrose is the fairest flower 55 - That grows in muir or dale;[L56] - The mavis is the sweetest bird - Next to the nightingale; - And yellow gowd's the finest thing - That king or queen can wale. 60 - - "Ye ha'e asked many questions, lady, - I've you as many told;" - "But, how many pennies round - Make a hundred pounds in gold? - - "How many of the small fishes, 65 - Do swim the salt seas round? - Or, what's the seemliest sight you'll see - Into a May morning?" - - "Berry-brown ale, and a birken speal, - And wine in a horn green; 70 - A milk-white lace in a fair maid's dress, - Looks gay in a May morning." - - "Mony's the questions I've ask'd at thee, - And ye've answer'd them a'; - Ye are mine, and I am thine, 75 - Amo' the sheets sae sma'." - - "You may be my match, kind sir, - You may be my match and more; - There ne'er was ane came sic a length, - Wi' my father's heir before. 80 - - "My father's lord o' nine castles, - My mother she's lady ower three, - And there is nane to heir them all, - No never a ane but me; - Unless it be Willie, my ae brother, 85 - But he's far ayont the sea." - - "If your father's laird o' nine castles, - Your mother lady ower three; - I am Willie your ae brother, - Was far beyond the sea." 90 - - "If ye be Willie, my ae brother, - As I doubt sair ye be; - But if it's true ye tell me now, - This night I'll gang wi' thee." - - "Ye've ower ill washen feet, Janet, 95 - And ower ill washen hands, - And ower coarse robes on your body, - Alang wi' me to gang. - - "The worms they are my bed-fellows, - And the cauld clay my sheet; 100 - And the higher that the wind does blaw, - The sounder I do sleep. - - "My body's buried in Dumfermline, - And far beyond the sea; - But day nor night, nae rest cou'd get, 105 - All for the pride o' thee. - - "Leave aff your pride, jelly Janet," he says, - "Use it not ony mair; - Or when ye come where I hae been, - You will repent it sair. 110 - - "Cast aff, cast aff, sister," he says, - "The gowd lace fray your crown; - For if ye gang where I ha'e been, - Ye'll wear it laigher down. - - "When ye're in the gude church set, 115 - The gowd pins in your hair, - Ye take mair delight in your feckless dress - Than ye do in your morning prayer. - - "And when ye walk in the church-yard, - And in your dress are seen, 120 - There is nae lady that sees your face - But wishes your grave were green. - - "You're straight and tall, handsome withall, - But your pride owergoes your wit; - But if ye do not your ways refrain, 125 - In Pirie's chair ye'll sit. - - "In Pirie's chair you'll sit, I say, - The lowest seat o' hell; - If ye do not amend your ways, - It's there that ye must dwell." 130 - - Wi' that he vanish'd frae her sight, - Wi' the twinkling o' an eye; - Naething mair the lady saw, - But the gloomy clouds and sky. - -50, 56, mire. - -54, wile. - - - - -THE NORTHERN LORD AND CRUEL JEW. - -Appendix to p. 46. - - -This ballad, which has some features of resemblance to _Cymbeline_, as -well as to the _Merchant of Venice_, is taken from Buchan's _Gleanings -of Scotch, English, and Irish scarce old Ballads_, p. 105. Another copy -is in Mr. Halliwell's _New Boke about Shakspeare_, p. 19. - - A noble lord of high renown, - Two daughters had, the eldest brown, - The youngest beautiful and fair: - By chance a noble knight came there. - - Her father said, "Kind sir, I have 5 - Two daughters: which do you crave?" - "One that is beautiful," he cried; - The noble knight he then replied: - - "She's young, she's beautiful and gay, - And is not to be given away, 10 - But as jewels are bought and sold; - She shall bring me her weight in gold. - - "The price I think ye need not grudge, - Since I will freely give as much - With her one sister, if I can 15 - Find out some other nobleman." - - With that bespoke the noble knight, - "I'd sooner have the beauty bright, - At that vast rate, renown[e']d lord, - Than the other with a vast reward." 20 - - So then the bargain it was made; - But ere the money could be paid, - He had it of a wealthy Jew; - The sum so large, the writings drew - - That if he failed, or miss'd the day, 25 - So many ounces he should pay - Of his own flesh, instead of gold; - All was agreed, the sum was told. - - So he returned immediately - Unto the lord, where he did buy 30 - His daughter fine, I do declare, - And paid him down the money there. - - He bought her there, it is well known - Unto mankind; she was his own; - By her a son he did enjoy, 35 - A sweet and comely handsome boy. - - At length the time of pay drew near, - When the knight did begin to fear; - He dreaded much the cruel Jew, - Because the money it was due. 40 - - His lady asked him why he grieved: - He said, "My jewel, I received - Such sum of money of a Jew, - And now the money it is due. - - "And now the day of payment's come, 45 - I'm sure I cannot pay the sum; - He'll have my flesh, weight for weight, - Which makes my grief and sorrow great." - - "Hush, never fear him," she replied; - "We'll cross the raging ocean wide, 50 - And so secure you from the fate:" - To her request he yielded straight. - - Then having pass'd the raging seas, - They travelled on, till by degrees - Unto the German court they came, 55 - The knight, his son, and comely dame. - - Unto the Emperor he told - His story of the sum of gold - That he had borrowed of a Jew, - And that for fear of death he flew. 60 - - The Emperor he did erect - A court for them, and show'd respect - Unto his guests, because they came - From Britain, that blest land of fame. - - As here he lived in delight, 65 - A Dutch lord told our English knight, - That he a ton of gold would lay, - He could enjoy his lady gay. - - From her, the lord he was to bring - A rich and costly diamond ring, 70 - That was to prove and testify - How he did with his lady lie. - - He tries, but never could obtain - Her favour, but with high disdain - She did defy his base intent; 75 - So to her chambermaid he went, - - And told her if she would but steal - Her lady's ring, and to conceal - The same, and bring it to him straight, - She should enjoy a fine estate. 80 - - In hopes of such a fine reward, - The ring she stole; then the Dutch lord - Did take it to the noble knight, - Who almost swooned at the sight. - - Home he goes to the lady straight; 85 - Meeting her at the palace gate, - He flung her headlong into the mote, - And left her there to sink or float. - - Soon after that, in clothes of green, - She like a warlike knight was seen, 90 - And in most gallant gay deport - She rode unto the Emperor's court. - - Now when the Emperor beheld - Her brave deportment, he was fill'd - With admiration at the sight, 95 - Who call'd herself an English knight. - - The Emperor then did reply, - "We have an English knight to die - For drowning of his lady gay;" - Quoth she, "I'd see him, if I may." 100 - - 'Twas granted; so to him she came, - And calling of him by his name, - She said, "Kind sir, be of good cheer; - Your friend I'll be, you need not fear." - - She to the Emperor did ride, 105 - And said, "Now let this cause be tried - Once more, for I've a mind to save - This noble gallant from the grave." - - It being done, the court was set; - The Dutch lord came, seeming to fret, 110 - About the ring seeming to fear, - How truth would make his shame appear. - - And so it did, and soon they call - The maid, who on her knees did fall - Before the court, and did confess 115 - The Dutch lord's unworthiness. - - The court repli['e]d, "Is it so? - The lady, too, for ought we know, - May be alive; therefore we'll stay - The sentence till another day." 120 - - Now the Dutch lord gave him a ton - Of gold, which he had justly won, - And so he did with shame and grief, - And thus the knight obtain'd relief. - - The Dutch lord to revenge the spite 125 - Upon our noble English knight, - Did send a letter out of hand, - And so the Jew did understand, - - How he was in a German court; - So here upon this good report, 130 - The Jew has cross'd the ocean wide, - Resolving to be satisfied. - - Soon as e'er he fixed his eyes, - Unto the knight in wrath he cries, - "Your hand and seal I pray behold; 135 - Your flesh I'll have instead of gold." - - [Then] said the noble knight in green, - "May not your articles be seen?" - "Yes, that they may," replied the Jew, - "And I'm resolved to have my due." 140 - - So then the knight began to read; - At length she said, "I find, indeed, - Nothing but flesh you are to have;" - Answers the Jew, "That's all I crave." - - The poor distressed knight was brought; 145 - The bloody-minded Jew he thought - That day to be reveng'd on him, - And part his flesh from every limb. - - The knight in green said, "Mr. Jew, - There's nothing else but flesh your due; 150 - Then see no drop of blood you shed, - For if you do, off goes your head. - - "Pray take your due, with all my heart, - But with his blood I will not part." - With that the Jew sneaked away, 155 - And had not one word more to say. - - No sooner were these troubles past, - But his wife's father came at last, - Resolving for to have his life, - For drowning his beloved wife. 160 - - Over the seas her father brought - Many brave horses; one was bought - By the pretended knight in green, - Which was the best that e'er was seen. - - So to the German court he came, 165 - Declaring, such a one by name - Had drowned his fair daughter dear, - And ought to die a death severe. - - They brought him from the prison then, - Guarded by many armed men, 170 - Unto the place where he must die, - And the young knight was standing by. - - Then from her side her sword she drew, - And run her gelding through and through. - Her father said, "Why do you so?" 175 - "I may; it is my own, you know. - - "You sold your gelding, 'tis well known; - I bought it, making it my own, - And may do what I please with it;" - And then to her he did submit. 180 - - "Here is a man arraign'd and cast, - And brought to suffer death at last, - Because your daughter dear he slew; - Which if he did, what's that to you? - - "You had your money, when you sold 185 - Your daughter for her weight in gold; - Wherefore he might, it is well known, - Do what he pleased with his own." - - So having chang'd her garments green, - And dress'd herself like a fair queen, 190 - Her father and her husband straight - Both knew her, and their joys were great. - - Soon they did carry the report - Unto the famous German court, - How the renowned English knight 195 - Had found his charming lady bright. - - So the Emperor and the lords of fame, - With cheerful hearts they did proclaim - An universal joy, to see - His lady's life at liberty. - - - - -GIGHT'S LADY. Appendix to p. 93. - -From Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, i. 133. - - -Buchan complains that all other editions of this ballad "have been -deprived of their original beauty and catastrophe" by officious and -sacrilegious hands, and adds that his copy "is quite at variance with -all its printed predecessors." In this last remark he is certainly -correct, but as for his affirmation that the ballad "recounts an affair -which actually took place in the reign, or rather minority, of King -James VI.," we ask for some authority beyond his note to the ballad. - -In another copy mentioned by Motherwell, Geordie, from jealousy, -ungratefully drowns his deliverer in the sea. - - "First I was lady o' Black Riggs, - And then into Kincraigie; - Now I am the Lady o' Gight, - And my love he's ca'd Geordie. - - "I was the mistress o' Pitfan, 5 - And madam o' Kincraigie; - But now my name is Lady Anne, - And I am Gight's own lady. - - "We courted in the woods o' Gight, - Where birks and flow'rs spring bonny; 10 - But pleasures I had never one, - But sorrows thick and mony. - - "He never own'd me as his wife, - Nor honour'd me as his lady, - But day by day he saddles the grey, 15 - And rides to Bignet's lady." - - When Bignet he got word of that, - That Gight lay wi' his lady, - He's casten him in prison strong, - To ly till lords were ready. 20 - - "Where will I get a little wee boy, - That is baith true and steady, - That will run on to bonny Gight, - And bring to me my lady?" - - "O here am I, a little wee boy, 25 - That is baith true and steady, - That will run to the yates o' Gight, - And bring to you your lady." - - "Ye'll bid her saddle the grey, the grey, - The brown rode ne'er so smartly; 30 - Ye'll bid her come to Edinbro' town, - A' for the life of Geordie." - - The night was fair, the moon was clear, - And he rode by Bevany, - And stopped at the yates o' Gight, 35 - Where leaves were thick and mony. - - The lady look'd o'er castle wa', - And dear but she was sorry! - "Here comes a page frae Edinbro' town; - A' is nae well wi' Geordie. 40 - - "What news, what news, my little boy? - Come tell me soon and shortly;" - "Bad news, bad news, my lady," he said, - "They're going to hang your Geordie." - - "Ye'll saddle to me the grey, the grey, 45 - The brown rade ne'er so smartly; - And I'll awa' to Edinbro' town, - Borrow the life o' Geordie." - - When she came near to Edinbro' town, - I wyte she didna tarry; 50 - But she has mounted her grey steed, - And ridden the queen's berry. - - When she came to the boat of Leith, - I wat she didna tarry; - She gae the boatman a guinea o' gowd, 55 - To boat her ower the ferry. - - When she came to the pier o' Leith, - The poor they were sae many; - She dealt the gowd right liberallie, - And bade them pray for Geordie. 60 - - When she gaed up the tolbooth stair, - The nobles there were many: - And ilka ane stood hat on head, - But hat in hand stood Geordie. - - She gae a blink out ower them a', 65 - And three blinks to her Geordie; - But when she saw his een fast bound, - A swoon fell in this lady. - - "Whom has he robb'd? What has he stole? - Or has he killed ony? 70 - Or what's the crime that he has done, - His foes they are sae mony?" - - "He hasna brunt, he hasna slain, - He hasna robbed ony; - But he has done another crime, 75 - For which he will pay dearly." - - Then out it speaks Lord Montague, - (O wae be to his body!) - "The day we hang'd young Charles Hay, - The morn we'll head your Geordie." 80 - - Then out it speaks the king himsell, - Vow, but he spake bonny! - "Come here, young Gight, confess your sins, - Let's hear if they be mony. - - "Come here, young Gight, confess your sins, 85 - See ye be true and steady; - And if your sins they be but sma', - Then ye'se win wi' your lady." - - "Nane have I robb'd, nought have I stown, - Nor have I killed ony; 90 - But ane o' the king's best brave steeds, - I sold him in Bevany." - - Then out it speaks the king again, - Dear, but he spake bonny! - "That crime's nae great; for your lady's sake, 95 - Put on your hat now, Geordie." - - Then out it speaks Lord Montague, - O wae be to his body! - "There's guilt appears in Gight's ain face, - Ye'll cross examine Geordie." 100 - - "Now since it all I must confess, - My crime's baith great and mony: - A woman abused, five orphan babes, - I kill'd them for their money." - - Out it speaks the king again, 105 - And dear but he was sorry! - "Your confession brings confusion, - Take aff your hat now, Geordie." - - Then out it speaks the lady hersell, - Vow, but she was sorry! 110 - "Now all my life I'll wear the black, - Mourn for the death o' Geordie." - - Lord Huntly then he did speak out, - O fair mot fa' his body! - "I there will fight doublet alane, 115 - Or ony thing ails Geordie." - - Then out it speaks the king again, - Vow, but he spake bonny! - "If ye'll tell down ten thousand crowns, - Ye'll buy the life o' Geordie." 120 - - She spread her mantle on the ground, - Dear, but she spread it bonny! - Some gae her crowns, some ducadoons, - And some gae dollars mony. - Then she tauld down ten thousand crowns,-- 125 - "Put on your hat, my Geordie." - - Then out it speaks Lord Montague, - Wae be to his body! - "I wisht that Gight wanted the head; - I might enjoy'd his lady." 130 - - Out it speaks the lady hersell, - "Ye need ne'er wish my body; - O ill befa' your wizzen'd snout! - Wou'd ye compare wi' Geordie?" - - When she was in her saddle set, 135 - Riding the leys sae bonny, - The fiddle and fleet play'd ne'er sae sweet, - As she behind her Geordie. - - "O Geordie, Geordie, I love you well, - Nae jealousie cou'd move me; 140 - The birds in air, that fly in pairs, - Can witness how I love you. - - "Ye'll call for one, the best o' clerks, - Ye'll call him soon and shortly; - As he may write what I indite, 145 - A' this I've done for Geordie." - - He turn'd him right and round about, - And high, high looked Geordie; - "A finger o' Bignet's lady's hand - Is worth a' your fair body." 150 - - "My lands may a' be masterless, - My babes may want their mother; - But I've made a vow, will keep it true, - I'll be bound to no other." - - These words they caus'd a great dispute, 155 - And proud and fierce grew Geordie; - A sharp dagger he pulled out, - And pierc'd the heart o's lady. - - The lady's dead, and Gight he's fled, - And left his lands behind him; 160 - Altho' they searched south and north, - There were nane there cou'd find him. - - Now a' that liv'd into Black Riggs, - And likewise in Kincraigie, - For seven years were clad in black, 165 - To mourn for Gight's own lady. - - - - -GLOSSARY. - -[Pointing hand] Figures placed after words denote the pages in which -they occur. - - - aboon, _above_. - - abye, _pay a penalty for_, _suffer_. - - ae, _one_. - - a-fit, _afoot_. - - ahin, ahint, _behind_, _besides_. - - airn, _iron_. - - anceane, _ancient_, _aged_. - - ane, 148? - - aneath, _beneath_. - - angel, _a coin worth from 6s. 8d. to 10s._ - - aninder, _under_. - - anis, _once_. - - aquoy, _coy_, _averse._ - - a-rowe, _in a row_. - - assy-pan, 140, _ash-pan_. - - astonyd, _confounded_. - - athir, _either_. - - atweel, _well_, _very well_. - - atween, _between_. - - avow, _vow_. - - aw, _all_. - - ayont, _beyond_, _on the other side of_. - - - ban'd, _execrated_. - - bandoun, 150, _captivity_. - - barker, _tanner_, from the bark used in his business. - - barrow-hogge, 47, _a gelded hog_. - - battes, _cudgels_, or _blows_. - - bauld, 117, _bold_, _self-complacent_. - - bayarde, _bay-horse_, _horse in general_: "blind Bayard" was a proverb. - - be, _by_. - - bede, 105, _put forward_, _offer_. - - behuvit, _behoved_, _must_. - - beik, 117, _warm_. - - ben, bend, _in_. - - bent, _coarse grass_, _field_. - - berry, 285, corrupt? - - besene, wel, _appearing well_, _well dressed_, _&c._ - - bet, _beat_. - - bet, _better_. - - beth, _both_. - - betrasit, _betrayed_. - - beur, _bore_. - - big, 279, _cultivate_. - - bigly, _spacious_, _commodious_. - - bill, _bull_. - - bill, _halbert_. - - birk, _birch_. - - birled, _poured out drink_, _drank_. - - blanne, _stopped_. - - bledoch, _buttermilk_. - - blink, _smile_; - blinkit, 95, _looked kindly_. - - bolles, _bowls_. - - borrow, borrowit, _ransom_, _ransomed_. - - bot and, _but also_. - - boud, 264, _behoved_, _must needs_. - - bouks, _bodies_. - - bour, bower, _chamber_, _dwelling_. - - bowne, _ready_. - - brast, _burst_. - - brat, _cloth_. - - bra', braw, _brave_, _handsome_; - braw wallie, _fair fortune_, exclamation of pleasure or admiration. - - brayn-pannes, _skulls_. - - bred, _breed_. - - bree, _soup_, _broth_. - - brenning, _burning_; - brenyng drake, _fire-drake_, _fiery dragon_. - - brest, _burst_. - - bricht, the, 149, _the fair one_. - - brode-hen, 105, _brood-hen_, _sitting-hen_? - - brodit, _pierced_. - - brok, bruik, bruke, _have possession of_, _enjoy_, _keep_. - - bruchty, _spotted_, or _streaked_ with dirt; - brucket yowe, 140, _speckled ewe_. - - brunt, _burnt_. - - bur, _bore_. - - burne, _brook_. - - buskit, _dressed_. - - but and ben, _out and in_. - - - ca'd, _called_; - 16, _driven_. - - cadgily, _merrily_. - - can, could, used as auxiliaries to form the perfect and pluperfect - tenses. - - cannilie, _softly_. - - cantels, _pieces_. - - canty, _merry_. - - capull, _horse_. - - carle, _fellow_. - - carpe, _to talk_, _discourse_, _tell stories_. - - casey, _causeway_. - - caud, _called_. - - cauk, _chalk_. - - chappit, _tapped_, _knocked_. - - cheape, _bargain_. - - chefe, cheveron, _upper part of the escutcheon_. - - chiel, _young man_, _servant_. - - childer-gamme, _children's game_. - - choice, _choose_. - - Christendye, _Christendom_. - - claise, _clothes_. - - clead, _clad_. - - cleikit, _caught_. - - cleir, _bright_. - - clenkyng, _clinking_. - - coffer, _head-dress_, _cap_. - - coft, _bought_, _redeemed_. - - cokeney, 115, "seems to be a diminutive for cook," says Percy. The - word more probably denotes some kind of _lean or common meat_. See - Wright's note. - - cold, _could_. - - comyn, _come_. - - con, see can. - - confound, _destroy_. - - coost, 110, _region_, _direction_. - - could of courtesie, _knew what was good manners_. - - cors, _body_. - - couple, _rafter_. - - courtnalls, a disrespectful (?) name for _courtiers_. - - cow, _twig_. - - cowth ring, 148, _had reigned_; - see can. - - crap, _crop_, _yield_. - - crech, _creek_, _crutch_. - - creppid, _crept_. - - crook (my knee), _make lame_. They say in the North, "the horse - crooks," _i. e._ goes lame. Percy. - - crouse, _brisk_, _merry_. - - cummerit, _vexed_, _bothered_. - - cund hir thank, _gave her thanks_. - - cunnand, _covenant_, _engagement_. - - curtass, _courteous_. - - - daigh, _dough_. - - dang, _knocked_. - - dawing, _dawning_. - - de, dee, _die_; - deed, _died_. - - denay, _refuse_. - - dent, _blow_. - - deport, 274, _array_. - - deray, _ruin_, _confusion_. - - descryed, _described_, _related_. - - develling, 142, _sauntering_. - - dicht, 150, _circumstanced_: - dicht to deid, 151, _done_ or _put to death_. - - disjune, _breakfast_. - - dizt, (dight), _dressed_. - - do, dow, you down, _take yourself down_. - - dole, dool, _grief_. - - donned, 105, _dun_. - - douse, _blow_. - - doute, _fear_. - - dow, _dove_. - - down-browit, _scowling_. - - doz troz, _dough trough_. - - drake, _dragon_. - - drowryis, _love-gifts_. - - dryt, _dirt_. - - ducadoons, _ducats_. (?) - - dulfully, _dolefully_, _sadly_. - - dun feather and gray, by, 88, _by a carrier pigeon_. - - dungin down, _beat down_, _overcame_. - - duzty, _doughty_; - duztynesse, _doughtiness_. - - dyke, _ditch_ or _wall_. - - - earn, 100, _curdle_. - - ee, ene, _eye_, _eyes_. - - eftir syne, _afterwards_. - - eneuch, _enough_. - - ey, _egg_. - - - fa', _fall_, _befall_. - - fain, _glad_, _pleased_, _enamored_. - - fairheid, _beauty_. - - fald, 148, _fold_, _embrace_. - - falle, _fell_. - - fancy, _love_. - - fand, _found_. - - fang, _grasp_ (_and carry off_). - - fannes, 111, _winnowing fans_. - - fare, _go_. - - fauld, _fold_. - - fay, _faith_. - - fecht, _fight_. - - feckless, 282, _poor_, _miserable_. - - fee, _property_. - - feind fall, _the devil take_. - - fel, 102, 111, _many_. (?) - - fell, _hide_. - - fere, _mate_. - - ferly, _wonder_, _miracle_; - _wonderfully_. - - fet, _fetched_. - - ffor, 105, _from_, _against_. - - firm, 199, _first_? Qy. corrupt? - - firstae, _first one_, _first_. - - fitted, 195, _disposed_? - - flatred, _flattened_, _broken_? - - fleechin, _wheedling_. - - fleet, _flute_. - - flirry, _blossom_. - - fold, 148, _ground_, _world_. - - fole, _full_. - - fond, _foolish_. - - forbye, _over and above_. - - forfend, _forbid_. - - forfozt, _worn out with fighting_. - - forrow, _before_. - - fow, _full_. - - fowkyn, _crepitus ventris_. Percy. - - fre, _free_, _noble_. - - freke, _man_, _fellow_. - - fullily, _foully_. - - fusome, _fulsome_. - - - ga, _go_. - - ga', _gall_. - - gaberlunzie, _a wallet_; - gaberlunzie-man, _a man that carries a wallet_, _beggar_. - - gabs, _mouths_. - - gadlyngs, _idle lads_. - - gait, _path_, _way_. - - gane, _gone_. - - gappe, 106, _entrance of the lists_. - - gar, _cause_, _make_. - - gaun, _going_. - - gear, geere, _property_. - - gedurt, _gathered_. - - gife, gin, _if_. - - gip, 153, like gup, _get up_, _be off_, _&c._ - - gled, _kite_. - - gloamin', _twilight_. - - gloom, _frown_. - - goud, _gold_. - - gowt, 108, v. 109, MS. Harl., should perhaps be, "_yf I_ have," &c. - - grate, _scratch_. - - gravat, _cravat_. - - graythid, _made ready_. - - gre, 105, _prize_. - - greave, _manager of a farm_. - - grit, _great_. - - gudefather, _father-in-law_. - - gurde, _struck_. - - gyand, gyane, _giant_. - - - had, _hold_. - - hairt, _heart_. - - hard, _heard_. - - harnis, _brains_. - - harnys, 110, _horns_. - - harwos, _harrows_. - - haud, _hold_, _keep_. - - he, _high_, _noble_. - - heck, _hatch_, _small-door_. - - heid, _head_. - - hellis-cruk, 148, _a crook by which vessels are hung over the fire_. - - hend, 152, _gentle_; - Aytoun reads, "hain'd," _spared_, _saved_. - - hent, _took_. - - het, _heated_. - - hicher, _higher_. - - hight, _promised_. - - hilt, _taken_. - - hindir, 148, _hundred_. - - hiphalt, _lame in the hip_. - - hireman chiel, _man-servant_. - - hit, _it_. - - holt, _grove_; - sometimes, _hill_. - - horse-brat, _horse-cloth_. - - husband, _husbandman_. - - hussy, _housewife_; - husyskep, _housekeeping_. - - hynt, _took_. - - hyzt, _promised_. - - - ifere, _together_. - - ilka, _each_. - - ill-fardly, _ill-favoredly_, _uglily_. - - ill-willy, _ill-natured_. - - in-fere, _together_. - - ingle, _fire_. - - intil, _in_. - - i-wiss, _surely_, _for a certainty_; - sometimes seems to be ignorantly employed for I wot, _I know_. - - - jetted, 41, _went proudly_. - - jimp, _slender_. - - jumlit, 119, _stirred rapidly_, used of the motion of churning. - - - kaily, _cabbage-like_. - - kall, _drive_. - - kavis, _calves_. - - keel, _red ochre_. - - keming-stock, _back of a chimney grate_. - - kest, _cast_. - - kexis, _dried stalks of hemlock_. - - kid, _displayed_. - - kill, _kiln_. - - kind, _nature_. - - kirn, _churn_. - - kists, _chests_. - - kned, _kneed_. - - know, _knoll_. - - ky, _cows_. - - kynde, _nature_, _habit_; - comyn of kynde, 107, _come of a good strain_? - - kyrne, _churn_; - kyrnd, _churned_. - - - laigher, _lower_. - - laith, _loath_; - laithliest, _loathsomest_. - - laitis, lusty, _pleasant manners_. - - lambs-wool, _a beverage made of ale and roasted apples_. - - lane, her, _alone by herself_. - - lauchty, 141, _pale_, _white_? - - lawing, _scot_, _tavern-reckoning_. - - leal, _honest_. - - lear'd, _learned_. - - led, 151, (of laws) _carried out_. (?) - - lenth, _length_. - - lese, _lose_. - - let, _desist_, _omit_. - - leuch, _laughed_. - - lever, _rather_. - - leys, _leas_. - - lightlye, _without good reason_. - - likame, _body_. - - lintseed bow, _the globule which contains the seed of flax_. - - lizt, _light_. - - lone, in the, 119, "_an opening between fields of corn, for driving - the cattle homeward, or milking cows_." - - losel, _worthless fellow_. - - lout, _let_. - - louz, lowe, _laughed_. - - low, _flame_. - - lowte, _bow_; - lowtit, _bent_. - - lugs, _ears_. - - lyarde, _gray horse_, _horse in general_. - - lyt, _little_, _a little while_. - - - mane, _moan_. - - maries, _maid-servants_. - - maun, _must_. - - mavis, _song-thrush_. - - may, _maid_. - - meen, _moan_. - - meisseine, 195, _mizzen-sail_. - - mekle, _much_. - - menzie, _many_, _retinue_. - - merk, _dark_, _sad_. - - micht, _might_. - - micull, _great_. - - minny, _mother_. - - moe, _more_. - - mone, _man_. - - mot, mought, _may_. - - mou, mow, _mouth_. - - muckle, _much_. - - muir, _moor_. - - myskaryd, 104, _miscarried_, _disadvantageously disposed of_. - - - nappy (of ale), _strong_. - - native, 162, _true-born_. - - neb, _nose_, _beak_. - - nedis hase spedde, _succeeded in what he wanted_. - - neis, _nose_. - - neist, _next_. - - nolles, _heads_. - - nones, _nonce_. - - nourice, _nurse_. - - nozt, _nought_. - - - ohon, _alas_. - - on loft, 112, _aloft_, i. e. _standing up_, or _on horseback_. - - onys, _once_. - - other, 110, _or_? - - our, ower, _over_, _too_; - our all quhair, 148, _everywhere_. - - ourtuk, _overtook_. - - - pairt, _part_. - - palmer, _pilgrim_, _vagabond_. - - panis, _pains_. - - pannell, panele, 41, 108, _a rustic saddle_, _a pad_, _without frame - or bow_. - - paramour, 148, _passionately_. - - partake, 212, _impart_, _assign_. - - pass, _care_. - - pat-fit, _pot-foot_. - - pawky, _sly_. - - pechmyn, _parchment_. - - peit, 269, _whip_. - - pele, _long-handled baker's shovel_. - - pendles, _ear-rings_. - - Pirie's chair, 282? - - ploo-mell, plow-mell, _"a small wooden hammer occasionally fixed to - the plough_." Percy. - - ploom, _plum_. - - pluch, _plough_. - - pollis, _polls_. - - porcupig, _porcupine_. - - poudurt, _powdered_. - - prayse-folk, 114? - - prees, _press_, _crowd_. - - prest, _ready_, _eager_. - - priefe, _prove_. - - priving, _proof_. - - progeny, 158, _descent_. - - - quert, 150, _high spirits_, _hilarity_. - - quha, _&c. who_, _&c._ - - quhill, _till_. - - - ra, _roe_. - - ramped, rampit, _rushed violently_, _pranced about in bad humor_. - - rant, _make merry_, _riot_. - - rarely, 229, _dear_. - - raton, _rat_. - - rauzt, _reft_, _took away_. - - reade, _advice_. - - record, 247, _avowal_; - draw to record, _take to witness_. - - red, 119, to part (them). - - reet, 141, _root_. - - refe, _steward_, _bailiff_. - - remorse, 164, _tenderness of feeling_. - - renning, _running_. - - reve, _take from_. - - richt, _right_. - - ridand, _riding_. - - ring, 148, _reign_. - - rok, _distaff_. - - roose, 87, _boast of_, _commend_. - - root, 268, rout, i. e. _stretch_, or _tramp_? - - rost, thu carpis of cold, 110, (proverb), _thou speakest to no purpose_? - - round claith and small, 118? - - rout, _blow_. - - rowte, _crowd_. - - rowe, a-, upon a row, _in a row_. - - ruell bones, see Gloss. to vol. i. - - ruggut, _pulled violently_. - - rung, _cudgel_, _staff_. - - ryschys, _rushes_. - - ryzt, _right_. - - - sa, _so_. - - sair, _suit_, _satisfy_. - - sark, _shirt_. - - say, _essay_. - - scart, _scratch_. - - scho, _she_. - - schondir, in, _asunder_. - - se'en, _seven_. - - sen, _since_. - - sen, _send_, _grant_. - - senvye, _mustard-seed_. - - serk, _shirt_. - - set, _suit_. - - sevensum, _seven_. - - sheave, _slice_. - - shent, 66, _shamed_. - - shott-window, _projecting window_. - - shouthers, _shoulders_. - - shriefe, _sheriff_. - - shurtyng, 103, _sport_, _pastime_. - - sic, siccan, _such_. - - sicht, _sight_. - - side, _long_. - - sith, sithence, _since_. - - six-mennys song, _song for six voices_. - - skomfet, _discomfit_. - - skumd, _skimmed_. - - slatred, _broken_, _cracked_. - - slee, _sly_. - - smeek, _smoke_. - - sonde, _sending_. - - sooth, _truth_, _troth_. - - sorrow, _devil a bit_. - - sort, _style_; - _company_, _swarm_ (of bees). - - sot, 247, _fool_. - - sould, _should_. - - sowkit, _sucked_. - - spait, _flood_, _freshet_. - - spare, 141, _opening in a gown or petticoat_. - - speal, 280, _chip_ or _shaving_. The sense? - - speer, _ask for_. - - speere, 67, "an aperture in the wall, shot-window." Aytoun. (?) - - spence, _expense_. - - spright, sprite, _spirit_. - - spyre, _a post or pillar, supporting a shelf on which victuals are - put_. See _Gloss._ to Jamieson's _Pop. Ball._ - - stark, _stiff_, _strong_. - - sted, stede, _place_. - - steer, _stir_. - - stert, _started_. - - stock, _the forepart of a bed further from the wall_. - - stollin, _stolen_. - - stondis, _stands_. - - stottis, _oxen_. - - stound, _time_. - - stoure, 119, _hurry_. - - stown, _stolen_. - - strae, _straw_. - - strene, this, 120, _yesternight_. - - stripe, 199, _measure_. - - swa, _so_. - - swear, _oath_. - - swete, 103, qy. swet['e], _sweaty?_ - - swippyng, _striking fast_, as in threshing. - - swipylles, 112; "a swepyl is _that staff of the flail with which the - corn is beaten out_, vulgarly a supple," Percy: _swingle_. - - swynkers, _laborers_. - - syde, _long_. - - syne, _then_. - - - tald, _told_. - - tee, _too_. - - teene, _sorrow_, _suffering_. - - tent, 58, "_a kind of Alicant, a general name for Spanish wines, - except white_." Halliwell. - - tha, _then_. - - than, _then_. - - thannes, _thence_. - - thee, _thrive_. - - then, _than_. - - think lang, _suffer from ennui_. - - thir, _these_. - - tho, _then_. - - thouz, _though_. - - thrang, _close_. - - thristing, _thirsting_. - - thristlecock, _throstle_, _thrush_. - - thrustand, _thrusting_, _pressing_. - - tide, _time_. - - tint, _lost_. - - tittles and tattles, "_clots of dirt such as hang on a cow's tail_." - - to-brast, _burst in pieces_. - - to-claterde, 111, _beaten in_ (with noise)? - - to-flaterde, 111, _broken to pieces?_ - - tokynyng, 107, _token_, _sign_. - - tolbooth, _prison_. - - tone, _taken_. - - trestly, _truly_, _confidently_. - - trippande, _tripping_. - - tryst, _an appointment to meet_; - _to make such an appointment_. - - tuggut, _tugged_. - - twatling, 43, _small_, _piddling_. - - twine, _part_ (_from_). - - - unhappy, 42, _ill-conditioned_. - - unlusum, _unlovely_, _revolting_; - was his likame dicht, 150, _unlovely was the condition into which - his body was brought_. - - up, _upon_; - upon lofte, _on high_. - - - verrey, _very_, _true_. - - vow, _exclamation of admiration_. - - - wa', _wall_. - - wad, _would_. - - wad, _wager_. - - waft, _weft_, _woof_. - - wale, _choose_. - - wallow't, _became pale_. - - wame, _belly_, _stomach_. - - wan, 91, _come_, _got_. - - war, _worse_. - - ware, _aware_. - - waryd, _cursed_. - - wat, _know_. - - wearifu', _causing pain or trouble_. - - wede, _dress_. - - weel-faurd, _well-favored_, _fair_. - - weet, _know_. - - weir, _war_. - - weir, 149, _were_. - - weloo, interjection of grief. - - we'se, _we shall or will_. - - wha's aucht, _who is it owns?_ - - whang, _slice_. - - whereas, _where that_, _where_. - - white moneye, _silver_. - - whoard, _hoard_, _keep_. - - whorles and spindles, 101, "_instruments used in Scotland for spinning - instead of spinning-wheels_." Percy. - - wicht, _wight_, _creature_. - - wiel, _wield_. - - wight, _quick_. - - will, _uncertain how to proceed_, _distracted_. - - win, _go_. - - winna, _will not_. - - winsome, _gay_, _comely_, _pleasant_. - - withouttin, _without_. - - witted, 195, _endowed with wit?_ - wo, woo, _sad_. - - wobs, _webs_. - - woir, _worse_. - - wood, _frantic_. - - wow, _woe_. - - wow, _vow_; - exclamation of admiration. - - woweir, _wooer_, _suitor_. - - wraik, _wreck_. - - wrest and wrang, 113, _writhed and twisted_. - - wryth away, _put aside_. - - wynne, _joy_. - - wynnit, _dwelt_. - - wyspys, _wisps_. - - wyte, _blame_. - - wyte, for wot, _know_. - - - yates, _gates_. - - ycha, _every_. - - yeersel, _yourself_. - - yeid, _went_. - - ye'se, _you shall or will_. - - yestreen, _yesterday_. - - yetts, _gates_. - - ying, _young_. - - yirne, _curdle_. - - - ze, _ye_. - - zede, _went_. - - zet, _yet_. - - zong, _young_. - - - - -INDEX. - - -The titles by which ballads are designated in this collection are here -printed in Roman letters; other titles, whether of ballads included in -this collection, or not, and in general, all other references, in -Italic. - -In looking for a title, the articles, both the definite and the -indefinite, are to be dropped. "O. B." denotes the often-referred-to -Collection of 1723: "P. S." Percy Society Publications: = signifies that -two pieces are equivalent. - - * * * * * - - _Aage og Else_, Danish bal. 2, 145. - - Adam Bel, Clym of the Cloughe, and Wyllyam of Cloudesl['e]. 5, 124, 1. - - _Adam Gordon_ (the freebooter). 6, 149: 5, xix. - - _Adventures of Faravla_, &c., Irish Fairy tale. 8, 284. - - _Agnete og Havmanden_, Danish ballad. 1, 179. - - Alison Gross. 1, 168. - - Allerlei-Rauh, German tale. 8, 172. - - _Alphonso and Ganselo_ (or, _Faithful Friendship_), Garl. G. Will, - p. 60, P. S. xxx: O. B. 2, 145: Evans, 1, 354. - - Als y yod on ay Mounday. 1, 273, 126. - - _Amadis._ 1, 5, 6. - - Andrew Lammie. 2, 190. - - Annan Water. 2, 186. - - _Apuleius, Metam._ 1, 162. - - _Arabian Nights._ 1, 5; 8, 54. - - Archie of Ca'field. 6, 88, 81. - - _Arden of Feversham._ Evans, 3, 217. - - _Armenian Lady's Love_, Wordsworth's. 4, 202. - - Armstrong's Good-Night. 6, 40. - - Armstrong and Musgrave. 8, 243. - - _Art[e']mire_, Voltaire's. 3, 242. - - As I came from Walsingham. 4, 191. - - _As I was walking under a grove_. 1, 128. - - _As You Like It_. 5, xxv: 8, 144. - - _Aschenputtel_, German tale. 8, 172. - - _Audam and Doorkhaunee_, Afghan tale. 2, 120. - - Auld Maitland. 6, 217. - - _Ausgleichung_, German ballad. 1, 5. - - - _Babe Nourice_. 2, 40. - - Babylon, or, The Bonnie Banks o' Fordie. 2, 277. - - _Baffled Knight_. Percy, 2, 362: = _Too Courteous Knight_, Ritson, - Anc. Songs, 2, 54: Durfey, 3, 37: = _The Shepherd's Son_, Herd, 2, - 267: = _Jock Sheep_, Kinloch, Ballad Book, p. 17: = _Blow the - Winds, Heigh Ho_, Anc. Poems, &c., p. 123, P. S. xvii. Bell, _id._ - p. 82. - - Bailiff's Daughter of Islington. 4, 158. - - _Ballad of Matrymonie_. 8, 182. - - _Bandello_. 3, 242, 370; 6, 209. - - Barbara Allen's Cruelty. 2, 158. - - Barbara Livingston. 4, 270. - - _Baron (or Laird) o' Leys_. Buchan, 2, 144; Kinloch, B. B. 74. - - Baron of Brackley. 6, 188, 192. - - _Baron turned Ploughman_. 8, 233. - - _Bateman's Tragedy_. O. B. 1, 261. Ritson, Anc. Songs, 2, 95. - - Battle of Alford. 7, 238. - - Battle of Balrinnes. 7, 214. - - Battle of Bothwell Bridge. 7, 148, 149. - - Battle of Corichie. 7, 210. - - Battle of Glenlivet. 7, 214. - - Battle of Harlaw. 7, 181, 317. - - Battle of Killiecrankie. 7, 152. - - Battle of Loudon Hill. 7, 144. - - Battle of Otterbourne. 7, 3, 19, 29, 177. - - Battle of Pentland Hills. 7, 240. - - Battle of Philiphaugh. 7, 131. - - Battle of _Sherramoor_ (Burns). 6, 157. - - Battle of Sheriff-Muir. 7, 156, 260. - - Battle of _Strath-aven_. 7, 214, 217. - - Battle of Tranent-Muir, or Preston-Pans. 7, 167. - - _Beautiful Lady of Kent_. Bal. of Peasantry, P. S. xvii. 130; Bell, - _id._ 84. - - _Bent Sae Brown_. 2, 57. - - _Bergkonungen_, Swedish bal. 1, 179. - - _Berkshire Lady's Garland_. Bal. of Peasantry, P. S. xvii. 138; Moore, - 456. - - Bessie Bell and Mary Gray. 3, 126. - - _Betrayed Lady_. 4, 180. - - _Bettelman_, German bal. 8, 98. - - Billie Archie. 6, 94. - - _Binnorie_. 2, 231. - - Birth of Robin Hood. 5, 170, 392. - - [_de la_] _Blanca Ni[~n]a_, Spanish ballad. ii. 319. - - Blancheflour and Jellyflorice. 4, 295. - - Blind Beggar's Daughter of Bednall Green. 4, 161. - - Blood-Stained Son (_Der blutige Sohn_, translated). 2, 350. - - _Blow the Winds, Heigh Ho = Baffled Knight_. - - Bludy Serk. 8, 147. - - _Blue Beard_, 2, 272. - - _Blue Bird_, fairy tale. 1, 171. - - _Bold Burnett's Daughter = Bonny Hynd_. - - Bold Pedlar and Robin Hood. 5, 248. - - _Bold Rankin_. 3, 95. - - Bondsey and Maisry. 2, 379, 298. - - Bonnie Annie. 3, 47. - - Bonnie Banks o' Fordie. 2, 277. - - Bonnie George Campbell. 3, 92. - - Bonnie House o' Airly. 6, 183, 186. - - _Bonnie Lass of Anglesey_. Herd, 2, 190: Buchan, 2, 63. - - _Bonnie Susie Cleland_. 2, 78. - - Bonny Baby Livingston. 4, 38. - - Bonny Barbara Allan. 2, 155. - - Bonny Bee-Ho'm. 3, 57: 2, 215. - - _Bonny Birdy_. 2, 22. - - Bonny Bows o' London. 2, 360. - - Bonny Earl of Murray. 7, 119, 121: 3, 88. - - _Bonny Hind Squire_. 8, 11, 83. - - _Bonny Hynd_. Scott's _Minstrelsy_, 3, 307: = _Lizie Wan_, Herd, ed. - 1776, 1, 91: = The _Broom blooms bonnie_, &c. Motherwell, lxxxiv. - 189: = _Castle Ha's Daughter_, Buchan, 1, 241. Also called _Lady - Jean_, Motherwell, Appendix, p. xxi., and _Bold Burnett's - Daughter_, Buchan, 1, 315. - - Bonny John Seton. 7, 230. - - _Bonny May_. 4, 45. - - Bothwell. 1, 158, 152. - - _Bothwell Lines_. 7, 149. - - Boy and the Mantle. 1, 3. - - Boyne Water. 7, 253. - - Braes o' Yarrow. 3, 69: Logan's, 2, 182. - - Brave Earl Brand and the King of England's Daughter. 2, 388, 114. - - Brave Lord Willoughby. 7, 114. - - Bride's Testament = Cruel Brother. - - _Broom blooms bonnie_, &c. = _Bonny Hynd_. - - Broom of Cowdenknows. 4, 45. - - Broomfield Hill. 1, 131. - - Brown Adam. 4, 60. - - _Brown Robin._ 2, 9. Buchan, 2, 299. - - _Brume_, _brume on hil_. 1, 131. - - Burd Ellen. 3, 213, 205, 269. - - Burd Ellen and Young Tamlane. 1, 271. - - _Burd Helen._ 3, 192. - - Burning of Auchindown, see Willie Mackintosh. - - By Landsdale hey ho. 5, 431. - - - _Camille, ou la Mani[e']re de filer le parfait Amour._ 1, 5. - - Captain Car. 6, 147. - - Captain Wedderburn's Courtship. 8, 11, 5. - - _Carl of Kellyburn Braes._ 8, 257. - - _Carle of Carlile._ 8, 140. - - _Carnal and the Crane._ 1, 315. - - _Castle Ha's Daughter_ = _Bonny Hynd_. - - Catherine Johnstone. 4, 34. - - Catskin's Garland, (or, The Wandering Young Gentlewoman.) 8, 172. - - _Ce qui pla[^i]t aux Dames_, Voltaire's. 1, 29. - - _Cendrillon_, _Cennerentola_. 8, 172. - - _[du] Chevalier qui fist sa Fame confesse, fabliau_. 6, 209. - - Chevy-Chace. 7, 43, 25. - - Chil Ether. 4, 299. - - _Child Brenton._ 1, 152. - - Child Noryce. 2, 40. - - Child of Elle. 3, 224, 220; - 2, 114. - - Child Rowland and Burd Ellen. 1, 245. - - Child Waters. 3, 205, 269. - - Childe Maurice, _Chield Morice_. 2, 313, 30. - - Childe Vyet. 2, 72. - - Children in the Wood. 3, 128. - - Child's Last Will. 2, 366. - - _Cinthio's Heccatomithi._ 8, 60. - - Clerk Colvill. 1, 192; - 2, 271. - - _Clerk of Oxenford's Tale_, Chaucer's. 4, 207. - - Clerk Saunders. 2, 45, 318, 53, 57, 82. - - Clerk's Twa Sons o' Owsenford. 2, 63; - 1, 214. - - Clerk Tamas. 3, 349. - - _Cokwolds Daunce._ 1, 17. - - _Conde de Barcelona y la Emperatriz de Alemania._ 3, 242. - - Constance of Cleveland. 4, 225. - - _Constancy of Susanna._ 8, 198. - - _Constant Penelope._ 8, 207. - - Constantine and Aret['e]. 1, 304, 307, 217. - - _Contes [a'] rire._ 8, 3. - - _Corn, lai du._ 1, 3. - - Cospatrick. 1, 152. - - _Countess of Errol_, see _Errol_. - - _Coupe Enchant['e]e._ 1, 4. - - _Court Mantel._ 1, 4. - - _Courteous King Jamie._ 1, 147. - - Courteous Knight. 8, 272, 11. - - _Covering Blue_ = _Keach in the Creel_. - - _Crafty Lover, or, The Lawyer outwitted._ Bell, Ball. of Peasantry, 110. - - _Crafty Ploughboy, or, The Highwayman outwitted_. 8, 265. - - Croodlin Doo. 2, 363. - - Cruel Black. 3, 370. - - Cruel Brother, or, The Bride's Testament. 2, 251, 257, 265. - - _Cruel Brother_, Swedish bal. 2, 46. - - _Cruel Jew's Garland._ 8, 46. - - _Cruel Knight._ 2, 291. - - Cruel Mother. 2, 267, 269, 372, 257. - - Cruel Sister. 2, 231. - - _Cunning Clerk_ = _Keach in the Creel_. - - _Cymbeline._ 8, 277. - - - D[ae]mon Lover. 1, 201, 302. - - _David and Bathsheba._ 8, 198. - - _Dead Man's Song of Heaven and Hell._ Evans, 1, 297; - Ritson, Anc. Songs, old ed., p. 286; - Brit. Bibliog. 2, 136, &c. - - _Death of John Seton._ 7, 230. - - _Death of Keeldar._ 6, 140. - - Death of Parcy Reed. 6, 179. - - Death of Queen Jane. 7, 77. - - _Decameron._ 2, 382; - 4, 207; - 6, 209. - - _Demaundes Joyous._ 8, 3. - - _Devil and the Scold._ 8, 257. - - Dialogue between Will Lick-Ladle and Tom Clean-Cogue. 7, 260, 157. - - Dick o' the Cow. 6, 67. - - _Dolopathos._ 8, 45. - - _Donald of the Isles._ 4, 68, 76. - - _Doralice._ 8, 172. - - _Douglas_, Home's. 2, 28. - - Douglas Tragedy. 2, 114; - 3, 220, 223; - 5, 334. - - _Dowie Den._ 3, 65. - - Dowie Dens of Yarrow. 3, 63. - - Dragon of Wantley. 8, 128. - - _Dronken Hansje._ 8, 55. - - Drowned Lovers. 2, 175. - - _Drunkard's Legacy._ 8, 60. - - Duchess of Suffolk's Calamity. 7, 298, 115. - - Duel of Wharton and Stuart. 8, 259. - - _Duke Hamilton._ Smith's Scot. Mins., 2, 58. - - _Duke of Argyle's Courtship._ Buchan, 2, 148. - - Duke of Athol. 4, 94. - - Duke of Athol's Nurse. 8, 228, 231. - - Duke of Gordon's Daughter. 4, 102. - - Duke of Perth's Three Daughters. 2, 281. - - _Dumb Wife of Aberdour._ Aytoun, 2, 185. - - _Durham Garland._ Ritson, Bish. Gar. p. 1. - - _Dysmal._ 2, 382. - - - _Earl Crawford._ Buchan, 1, 61. - - _Earl Lithgow._ 3, 260. - - _Earl Marshal._ 6, 209. - - _Earl of Errol_, see _Errol_. - - Earl of Mar's Daughter. 1, 171. - - Earl Richard (A). 3, 3, 10, 293. - - Earl Richard (B). 3, 266, 395. - - Earl Robert. 3, 26. - - _Edda._ 1, 213; - 8, 139. - - Edom o' Gordon. 6, 147, 154; - 7, 216. - - Edward. 2, 225, 219, 251. - - _Edwin and Emma_, Goldsmith's. 4, 189. - - _Eitle Dinge_, German ballads. 1, 128. - - _Elfer Hill._ 1, 298. - - Elfin Knight. 1, 128, 277. - - _Elfrida and Sir James of Perth._ 3, 73. - - _Elf-Woman and Sir Olof_, Swedish bal. 1, 298. - - _Ellen Irwin_, Wordsworth's. 2, 208. - - _Elveskud_, Danish bal. 1, 298. - - Enchanted Ring. 3, 53. - - Eppie Morie. 6, 260, 203. - - _Erle of Tolous._ 3, 242. - - Erlinton. 3, 220; - 2, 114. - - _Errol_, _Earl of Errol, &c._ Sharpe, B. B., p. 89: = Kinloch, B. B., - p. 31: = _Countess of Errol_, Buchan, 2, 176, and Gleanings, - p. 158: = _Errol's Place_, Maidment's N. C. G., p. 31. - - _Eulenspiegel._ 8, 3, 4. - - Execution of Sir Simeon Fraser. 6, 274. - - - _Facezie_ of Arlotto. 8, 167. - - _Factor's Garland._ O. B. 3, 221: = Sheldon, p. 274. - - _F[oe]stemanden i Graven_, Danish ballad. 2, 145. - - Fair Annie. 3, 191, 198. - - Fair Annie of Lochroyan. 2, 98. - - Fair Flower of Northumberland. 4, 180. - - Fair Helen of Kirconnell. 2, 207. - - Fair Janet. 2, 86, 80, 120. - - _Fair Mabel of Wallington_ (= _The Mild Mary_): Ritson, - Northumb. Garl. p. 38. - - Fair Margaret and Sweet William. 2, 140, 162. - - Fair Margaret of Craignargat. 8, 249. - - _Fair Midel and Kirsten Lyle_, Danish bal. 2, 342. - - Fair Rosamond. 7, 283. - - _Fairy Queen._ 1, 5. - - _Faithful Friendship_, see _Alphonso and Ganselo_. - - False Sir John. 2, 271. - - [_den_] _Falske Riddaren_, Swedish bal. 2, 272. - - Famous Flower of Serving-Men. 4, 174; - 3, 86. - - Farmer's Old Wife. 8, 257. - - Fause Foodrage. 3, 40, 159. - - Fause Knight upon the Road. 8, 269. - - Fause Lover. 4, 89. - - _Felon Sowe of Rokeby._ Ev. 3, 270; - Moore, 187; - Scott, Notes to Rokeby; - Robson, Metr. Romances, p. 105, Camden Soc., No. 18, etc. - - _Fine Flowers i' the Valley._ 2, 257. - - Fine Flowers in the Valley. 2, 265. - - _Finette Cendron._ 8, 172. - - Fire of Frendraught. 6, 173. - - _Fischer_, Goethe's. 1, 298. - - _Fitchers Vogel_, German tale., 2, 272. - - Flemish Insurrection. 6, 269. - - Flodden Field. 7, 71. - - _Florent and the King of Sicily's Daughter_, Gower's tale., 1, 29. - - _Florice and Blancheflour._ 4, 295. - - _Flourence de Romme, Le Dit de._ 3, 159. - - Fray of Suport. 6, 115. - - _Frennet Hall._ 6, 177. - - _Fr[e']re de Lait_, Breton bal. 1, 217. - - Friar in the Well. 8, 122. - - _Frolicksome Courtier and Jovial Tinker._ 8, 55. - - Frolicksome Duke, or, The Tinker's Good Fortune. 8, 54. - - From Bogie Side, or, The Marquis's Raide. 7, 267, 156. - - _Fryer and the Maid._ 8, 122. - - - Gaberlunzie Man. 8, 98. - - _Galien Rethor['e]._ 1, 231. - - Gallant Grahams. 7, 137. - - _Gamelyn, Cook's Tale of._ 5, xxv. 38. - - Gardener. 4, 92. - - Gay Goss-Hawk. 3, 277; - 2, 10. - - Gentle Herdsman, tell to me. 4, 187. - - Gentleman in Thracia. 8, 158. - - Geordie, _Geordie Luklie._ 8, 92, 96, 93. - - George Barnwell. 8, 213. - - _Georgics._ 1, 125. - - Gernutus the Jew of Venice. 8, 45. - - _Gesta Romanorum._ 1, 5, 7, 276; - 8, 3, 45, 147, 158. - - Get up and bar the door. 8, 125. - - Gifts from over Sea. 8, 271, 11. - - Gight's Lady. 8, 285, 93. - - Gilderoy. 6, 196. - - Gil Morrice. 2, 28. - - _Girl clad in Mouse-skin_, Swedish tale. 8, 173. - - Glasgerion. 2, 3. - - Glasgow Peggy. 4, 76. - - Glenkindie. 2, 3. - - Glenlogie. 4, 80. - - _Godiva. How Coventry was made free by Godina_ (sic), _Countess of - Chester._ Evans, 2, 29. - - _Golden Glove, or, The Squire of Tamworth._ Ball. of Peas. P. S. xvii. - 106; - Bell, _id._ 70. - - _Golden Legend._ 1, 70. - - _Gowans sae gay._ 1, 195. - - Graeme and Bewick. 3, 77. - - _Graf Hans von Holstein und seine Schwester Annchristine_, German bal. - 2, 78. - - _Grandmother Adder-Cook_, German bal. 2, 364. - - [_der_] _Grausame Bruder_, German bal. 2, 79. - - _Green Broom-Field._ 1, 136. - - Greensleeves. 4, 240. - - _Greve Genselin_, Danish ballad., 8, 139. - - _Grey Cock._ Herd, 2, 278. - - [_der_] _Grobe Bruder_, German bal. 2, 79. - - [_den_] _Grymma Brodern_, Swedish bal. 2, 319. - - Gude Wallace. 6, 232. - - _Guy of Warwick._ 1, 62. - - Gypsie Laddie. 4, 114. - - - _Hakon Borkenbart_, Swedish saga. 4, 207. - - _Hardyknute._ 3, 40, 148. - - _Harpans Kraft_, Swedish and Danish bal. 2, 8. - - _Haughs o' Yarrow._ 3, 65. - - Haws of Cromdale. 7, 234. - - Hawthorn Tree. 1, 311. - - [_der_] _Heilige Georg_, German legend. 1, 70. - - Heir of Linne. 8, 60, 70. - - _Helgakvitha Hundingsbana_, II., 1, 213. - - _Henry and Emma_, Prior's. 4, 143. - - _Hero and Leander._ 8, 207. - - _Herodotus._ 1, 6. - - _Herr Aester ok Fr[:o]ken Sissa_, Swedish bal. 1, 152. - - _Herr Halewyn_, Dutch bal. 2, 272. - - _Herr Malmstens Dr[:o]m_, Swedish bal. 2, 141. - - _Herr Medelvold_, Danish bal., 2, 342. - - _Herr Peder och Liten Kerstin_, Swedish bal. 2, 125. - - _Herr Peders Sj[:o]resa_, Swedish bal. 3, 47. - - _Herr Redevall_, Swedish bal., 2, 342. - - _Herr Sallemand_, Danish bal., 2, 120. - - _Herr Truels's D[:o]ttre_, Danish bal. 2, 277. - - _Hertig Fr[:o]jdenborg och Fr[:o]ken Adelin_, Swedish bal. 2, 120. - - _Hertig Nils_, Swedish bal. 2, 120. - - _Hierarchie of the Blessed Angels._ 1, 163. - - _Highwayman Outwitted_, see _Crafty Ploughboy._ - - _Hildebrand og Hilde_, Danish bal. 2, 115, 388. - - _Hilla Lilla_, Swedish bal. 2, 120. - - Hireman Chiel. 8, 233. - - Hirlanda. 3, 243. - - _Histoire de la Comtesse de Savoie._ 3, 242. - - _Histoire de Palanus, Comte de Lyon._ 3, 242. - - _Historia de Catalu[~n]a._ 3, 242. - - Hobie Noble. 6, 97, 67. - - _Holofernes._ 8, 198. - - _Honeymoon._ 8, 182. - - _Honour of a London Prentice._ O. B. 1, 199: - Ritson, Ancient Songs, 2, 199. - - _Horn and Rimnild, Horn et Rimenhild._ 1, 6; - 4, 17. - - Horn of King Arthur. 1, 17, 4. - - _House Carpenter._ 1, 209. - - Hugh of Lincoln. 3, 136. - - Hughie Graham (Hughie the Graeme). 6, 51, 55, 247. - - Hunting of the Cheviot. 7, 25, 43. - - [_det_] _Hurtige Svar_, Danish bal. 2, 319. - - _Hustru og Mands Moder_, Danish bal. 1, 162. - - Hynd Horn. 4, 17, 25. - - Hynde Etin. 1, 294, 179; - 2, 271. - - - _I'll wager, I'll wager._ 1, 131. - - _Ill May-Day, Story of._ Garl. Good Will, p. 39, P. S. xv: O. B. 3, - 54: Evans, 3, 76. - - In Sherwood livde stout Robin Hood. 5, 433. - - _Ingefred og Gudrune_, Danish bal. 1, 152. - - - _Jack Horner, Tale of._ Halliwell's Nursery Rhymes, p. 165, P. S. iv. - James Herries. 1, 205. - - Jamie Douglas. 4, 287. - - Jamie Telfer of the Fair Dodhead., 6, 105. - - Jane Shore. 7, 194. - - _Jean o' Bethelnie's Love for Sir G. Gordon._ 4, 80. - - _Jelitza and her Brothers_, Servian bal. 1, 217. - - Jellon Grame. 2, 285. - - Jephthah, Judge of Israel. 8, 198. - - _Jesus Barnet, Stefan, og Herodes_, Danish bal. 1, 315. - - Jew's Daughter. 3, 144, 331. - - _Jock o' Hazeldean, Jock o' Hazelgreen._ 4, 83. - - Jock o' the Side. 6, 80, 67, 88. - - _Jock Sheep_ = _Baffled Knight._ _Jock the Leg and the Merry Merchant._ - 8, 265. - - John Dory. 8, 194. - - _John Grumlie._ 8, 116. - - John o' Hazelgreen. 4, 83. - - _John the Reeve._ 8, 21. - - John Thomson and the Turk., 3, 352. - - Johnie Armstrang. 6, 37, 45, 251. - - _Johnie Blunt._ 8, 125. - - Johnie _of Braidisbank_, or of Breadislee. 6, 12, 11. - - Johnie of Cocklesmuir, or _of Cockielaw_. 6, 16, 11. - - Johnie Cope. 7, 274, 168. - - Johnie Faa and the Countess o' Cassilis. 4, 283. - - Johnie Scot. 4, 50. - - Johny Cock, or _Johny Cox_. - - 6, 243, 245, 11, 12. - - _Jolly Beggar._ 8, 98. - - Jolly Goshawk. 3, 285. - - _Jolly Harper._ 6, 3. - - Jolly Pinder of Wakefield, with Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John. 5, 204. - - _Jomfruen i Linden_, Danish bal. 1, 311. - - _Jomfruen i Ormeham_, Danish ballad. 1, 138, 168. - - _Jomfruen og Dv[ae]rgekongen_ (_Maid and the Dwarfking_), Danish ballad. - 1, 179. - - _Jon Rimaards[:o]ns Skriftemaal_, Danish ballad. 3, 47. - - Jovial Hunter of Bromsgrove. 8, 144. - - _Jugement de Salemon, fabliau._ 8, 158. - - _J[:u]rg Drachent[:o]dter_, German ballad. 1, 70. - - - Katharine Janfarie. 4, 29. - - _Keach in the Creel._ Anc. Poems, &c. p. 112, P. S. xvii: = _Covering - Blue_, Kinloch, B. B., p. 61: = _Cunning Clerk_, Buchan, 1, 278. - - Kempion, Kemp Owyne. 1, 137, 143, 281. - - Kempy Kaye. 8, 139, 141. - - _Kertonha'._ 1, 114. - - _Killiecrankie._ 7, 153. - - _Kinder-u.-Haus-M[:a]rchen._ 1, 201; - 2, 231, 272; - 8, 3, 5, 173. - - _Kindesm[:o]rderin_, German ballads. 2, 262. - - _King and a Poore Northerne Man._ P. S. vol. i: Moore, p. 376. - - _King and the Barker._ 8, 22. - - _King Alfred and the Neatherd_, 8, 21; - _K. A. and the Shepherd_, 5, 238; - 8, 23. - - _King and the Hermit._ 8, 21, 22. - - _King and the Miller_, Danish tale. 8, 3. - - King and the Miller of Mansfield. 8, 32. - - King Arthur, and the King of Cornwall, 1, 231, 183; - Legend of, 1, 50; - K. A.'s Death, 1, 40. - - King Cophetua and the Beggar Maid. 4, 195. - - _King Edward and Jane Shore._ 7, 194. - - _King Edward and the Hermit_, 5, xxiii: _K. E. and the Shepherd_, 5, - xxiii; - 8, 21. - - King Edward the Fourth and the Tanner of Tamworth. 8, 21; - 5, xxiv. - - _King Edward the Third and the Fair Countess of Salisbury._ O. B. 2, 68. - - King Estmere. 3, 159; - 1, 183. - - King Henrie the Fifth's Conquest. 7, 190. - - King Henry. 1, 147, 29: 8, 140. - - _King Henry and a Bishop_, 8, 5: _K. H. and the Soldier_, 8, 22. - - _King Henry the Eighth and the Cobbler._ 8, 22. - - _King Henry the Second and the Cistercian Abbot._ 8, 21. - - _King Horn._ 4, 17. - - _King James the First and the Tinker._ 8, 22, 23. - - King John and the Abbot of Canterbury, 8, 3: _K. J. and the Bishop of - Canterbury_, 8, 5. - - _King Lear._ 1, 245. - - King Leir and his Three Daughters. 7, 276. - - King Malcolm and Sir Colvin. 3, 378, 173. - - King of France's Daughter. 4, 216. - - King of Scots and Andrew Browne. 7, 103. - - _King Olfrey and the Abbot._ 8, 5. - - King's Disguise and Friendship with Robin Hood. 5, 376. - - _King Waldemar and his Sister_, Danish bal. 2, 78, 86. - - _King William and the Forester._ 8, 22. - - Kinmont Willie. 6, 58, 81. - - Knight and Shepherd's Daughter. 3, 260. - - _Knight of the Swan._ 3, 159. - - Knight's Ghost. 1, 210. - - _Kong Diderik og hans K[oe]mper_, Danish ballad. 3, 159. - - _Kong Valdemar og hans S[:o]ster_, Danish bal. 2, 78, 251. - - _Krist' Lilla och Herr Tideman_, Swedish bal. 2, 342. - - _Krone der K[:o]nigin von Afion_. 1, 16: _K. of Heinrich vom T[:u]rlein_, - 1, 4. - - - _Ladies of Finsbury, Life and Death of the._ Crown Garland G. Roses, - p. 44, P. S. xv; - Evans, 3, 318. - - Lads of Wamphray. 6, 168. - - _Lady Alice._ 2, 162. - - Lady Anne. 2, 262. - - Lady Anne Bothwell's Lament. 4, 123, 129. - - _Lady Daisy._ 2, 382. - - Lady Diamond. 2, 382. - - Lady Elspat. 4, 308. - - Lady Isabel and the Elf-Knight. 1, 195; - 2, 271. - - Lady Isabella's Tragedy. 3, 366. - - _Lady Jane._ 3, 192. - - _Lady Jean_ = _Bonny Hynd._ - - Lady Maisry. 2, 78, 319. - - Lady Margaret. 3, 390, 205. - - Lady Marjorie. 2, 338. - - _Lady's Fall, Lamentable Ballad of._ O. B. 1, 244; - Percy, 3, 182; - Ritson, Anc. Songs, 2, 110. - - _Lai du Corn._ 1, 3. - - _Lai le Frein._ 3, 191. - - Laidley Worm of Spindleston-Heugh. 1, 281, 137. - - _Laird o' Leys_ = _Baron o' Leys_. - - Laird o' Logie. 4, 109. - - Laird of Blackwood. 4, 290, 135. - - Laird of Drum. 4, 118. - - _Laird of Laminton._ 4, 29. - - _Laird of Lochnie._ 4, 45. - - _Laird of Ochiltree._ 4, 45. - - _Laird of Roslin's Daughter._ 8, 11. - - Laird of Waristoun. 3, 107, 110, 316. - - Lambert Linkin. 3, 100, 94. - - _Lambton Worm of Durham._ 1, 281. - - Lament of the Border Widow. 3, 86; 4, 174. - - _Lamentable Fall of the Duchess of Gloucester_. Garl. of Goodwill, - p. 271, P. S. xv; O. B. 2, 90. - - _Lamentation of Shore's Wife_. 7, 194. - - Lamkin, Lammikin. 3, 94, 307. - - _Lancelot_. 1, 6. - - Lang Johnny Moir. 4, 272. - - Lass of Lochroyan. 2, 106. - - _Last Guid Night_. 6, 40. - - _Lawyer Outwitted_, see _Crafty Lover_. - - Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom. 8, 18. - - _Leander on the Bay_. 2, 177. - - Leesome Brand. 2, 342. - - Lenore, B[:u]rger's. 1, 217. - - _Liebesprobe_, Ger. bal. 4, 144. - - Life and Death of Sir Hugh of the Grime. 6, 247. - - Life and Death of Thomas Stukely. 7, 305. - - _Lilla Rosa_, Swedish bal. 2, 120. - - [_den_] _Lillas Testamente_, Swedish bal. 2, 366, 251. - - _Lind im Thale_, German bal. 4, 144. - - _Linden_, Swedish bal. 1, 311. - - _Lindormen_, Danish ballad. 1, 138, 168. - - _Liten Kerstins F[:o]rtrollning_. 1, 162. - - _Liten Kerstin och Fru Sofia_, Swedish bal. 2, 78. - - _Liten Kerstin Stalldr[:a]ng_, Swedish bal. 4, 174. - - Little Gest of Robin Hood. 5, 42, 18, 376, 383; 8, 22. - - _Little Gold Shoe_, Swedish tale. 8, 173. - - Little John and the Four Beggars. 5, 325. - - Little Musgrave and the Lady Barnard. 2, 15. - - Lizae Baillie. 4, 73, 280. - - Lizie Lindsay. 4, 63, 68, 73. - - _Lizie Wan = Bonny Hynd_. - - _Lochinvar_. 4, 29. - - Lochmaben Harper. 6, 3, 7. - - Long Lonkin. 3, 313, 94. - - _Lord Aboyne_. 4, 97. - - Lord Barnaby. 2, 307. - - _Lord Bateman_. 4, 1, 2. - - Lord Beichan and Susie Pye. 4, 253. - - Lord Delaware. 7, 313. - - Lord Derwentwater. 7, 164: _L. D.'s Goodnight_, 7, 165. - - Lord Dingwall. 1, 288, 152. - - Lord Donald. 2, 244, 251. - - Lord Jamie Douglas. 4, 135, 287. - - Lord John. 1, 42, 134. - - _Lord John's Murder_. 2, 292. - - Lord Livingston. 3, 343; 8, 243. - - Lord Lovel. 2, 162, 141. - - _Lord Lundy_. 4, 261. - - Lord Maxwell's Goodnight. 6, 162. - - _Lord Nann and the Korrigan_, Breton bal. 1, 298; - 2, 120. - - Lord Randal (A), 2, 22: (B), 2, 248, 244. - - _Lord Ronald._ 2, 248. - - Lord Salton and Auchanachie. 2, 165, 167. - - Lord Thomas and Fair Annet. 2, 125, 120, 131. - - Lord Thomas and Fair Ellinor. 2, 121. - - Lord Thomas of Winesberry and the King's Daughter. 4, 305. - - Lord Thomas Stuart. 3, 357. - - Lord Wa'yates and Auld Ingram. 2, 326. - - Lord William. 3, 18, 3. _Lord William._ 4, 261. - - Loudoun Castle. 6, 254. - - _Love Gregory._ 2, 98, - - _Lover's Complaint being forsaken of his Love._ 4, 234. - - Lovers Quarrel. 4, 311. - - Lowlands of Holland. 2, 213. - - Lytell Geste of Robyn Hode. 5, 42, 18, 376, 383; - 8, 22. - - - _Mackintosh was a soldier brave._ 7, 165. - - Macpherson's Rant (or _Lament_), 6, 263: his _Farewell_, by Burns, 6, - 266. - - _M[:a]dchen und der Sagebaum, M[:a]dchen und die Hasel_, German bal. 1, - 311. - - _Maid and the Dwarf-King_, Danish ballad. 1, 179. - - _Maledizione Materna_, Italian ballad. 2, 171. - - _Mantel_, _Mantel Mautaill['e]_, _Court Mantel_, &c. 1, 3, 4. - - _Marchioness of Douglass._ 4, 135. - - _Margaret's Ghost._ 2, 141. - - _Mari Confesseur_, La Fontaine's. 6, 209. - - Marquis of Huntley's Retreat, (or _The Marquis's Raide_). 7, 267, 156. - - Marriage of Sir Gawaine. 1, 28, 147. - - _Martial._ 2, 177. - - Mary Ambree. 7, 108, 257. - - Mary Hamilton. 3, 120, 324, 329. - - _Maudlin, the Merchant's Daughter._ 4, 328. - - _May-a-Row._ 2, 286. - - May Colvin. 2, 271; - 1, 195, 198. - - _Memorables of the Montgomeries._ Evans, 2, 41; - Bal. and Songs of Ayrshire, 1, 60. - - _Merchant of Venice._ 8, 45, 46, 277. - - Merchant's Daughter of Bristow. 4, 328. - - _Merchant's Garland_, see _Factor's Garland_. - - Mermaid (or Clerk Colvill). 1, 192. - - _Merman and Marstig's Daughter_, Danish bal. 1, 298. - - _Mery Ballet of the Hathorn Tre._ 1, 311. - - _Mild Mary_, see _Fair Mabel of Wallington_. - - Miller and the King's Daughter. 2, 357, 231. - - Minister's Dochter o' Newark (or _of New York_). 2, 376. - - _M[:o]en paa Baalet_, Danish ballad. 2, 251. - - _Moral Tale of Love and Honour_, Shenstone's. 4, 202. - - _Morte Arthure._ 1, 4, 40, 50, 55. - - _Mothers Malison._ 2, 171. - - _Moyen de Parvenir._ 5, 187. - - Murder of the King of Scots. 7, 78. - - _Murning Maidin._ Sibbald, 1, 201. - - - _Nattergalen_, Danish ballad. 1, 125. - - _New Notborune Mayd._ 4, 144. - - _No Song, no Supper._ 8, 125. - - Noble Fisherman, or, Robin Hood's Preferment. 5, 329. - - _Nobleman's Generous Kindness._ Bal. of Peas. p. 148, P. S. xvii: - Bell, id. 98. - - N[:o]kkens Svig, Danish ballad. 1, 195, 198. - - Northern Lass, Brome's. 4, 123. - - Northern Lord and Cruel Jew. 8, 277. - - Northumberland betrayed by Douglas. 7, 92: 6, 124. - - _Numbers._ 1, 6. - - Nutbrowne Maide. 4, 143. - - - _O heard ye e'er of a silly blind Harper._ 6, 3. - - _Odyssey_, i. 125. - - _Of a Knight and a Faire Virgin._ 1, 29. - - _Of Wakefylde and a Grene._ 5, 204. - - _Old Abbot and King Alfred._ O. B. 2, 55. - - _Old Man and his Three Sons._ 8, 144. - - Old Robin of Portingale. 3, 34. - - [_den_] _Onde Svigermoder_, Danish bal. 2, 251. - - _Orlando Furioso_, 1, 4: _O. Inamorato_, 1, 137. - - _Ormekampen_, Danish ballad. 1, 281; - 8, 128. - - _Our gudeman came home at e'en._ 2, 319. - - _Outlandish Knight._ 2, 272. - - _Owen of Carron_, Langhorne's. 2, 28. - - _Owlglass._ 8, 3. - - - _Palace of Pleasure_, Painter's. 1, 5. - - _Palmerin of England._ 1, 5. - - _Patient Countess_, 4, 208; - Patient Grissel, 4, 207. - - _Patra[~n]uelo_ of Timoneda. 8, 3. - - _Pausanias_, a dragon story in. 8, 136. - - _Peau d'Ane._ 8, 172. - - _Pecorone._ 8, 45. - - _Peele's Chronicle Hist. of Ed. I._ 6, 209. - - _Pennyworth of Wit._ O. B. 2, 215. - - _Perceforest._ 1, 5. - - _Perceval._ 1, 4. - - _Pfalzgraf am Rhein_, German bal. 2, 79. - - _Phaffe Amis._ 8, 3. - - _Picture_, Massinger's. 1, 5. - - _Pilgrim to Compostella_, Southey's. 1, 315. - - _Prince Edward and Adam Gordon._ 5, 149. - - Prince Robert. 3, 22; - 2, 120. - - Pr[oe]lium Gillicrankianum. 7, 251. - - Proud Lady Margaret. 8, 83, 11; - 2, 319. - - _Proud Margaret_, Swedish bal. 1, 179. - - Provost's Dochter. 4, 292, 180. - - _Pyramus and Thisbe._ 8, 207. - - - Queen Dido. 8, 207. - - Queen Eleanor's Confession. 6, 209, 213; - 7, 292. - - Queen Eleanor's Fall. 7, 291; - 6, 209. - - Queen Jeanie. 7, 74, 77. - - Queen's Marie. 3, 113. - - - _R[:a]thsellieder_, German. 8, 12. - - Raid of the Reidswire. 6, 129. - - Rantin Laddie. 4, 97. - - Rare Willy drown'd in Yarrow. 2, 181. - - _Rauf Coilzear._ 8, 21. - - _Ravengaard og Memering_, Danish bal. 3, 234, 241. - - Reading Skirmish. 7, 243. - - _Red Etin_, tale of. 1, 245. - - Reedisdale and Wise William. 8, 87. - - _Ribolt og Guldborg_, Danish bal. 2, 114. - - Richie Storie. 8, 255. - - _Riddar Olle_, (or _Olof_,) Swedish bal. 1, 152. - - _Ridderen i Fugleham_, Danish bal. 1, 171. - - Rising in the North. 7, 82; - 6, 124. - - _Ritter Golmi mit der Herzogin auss Britanien_, Hans Sachs's. 3, 242. - - _Ritter St. Georg_, German legend. 1, 70. - - _Ritter und das M[:a]gdlein_, German bal. 2, 141. - - Rob Roy. 6, 202, 257, 258. - - Robene and Makyne. 4, 245. - - ROBIN HOOD and Allin-a-Dale. 5, 278. - - Robin Hood and Guy of Gisborne. 5, 159, 428. - Robin Hood and his Huntesmen, song. 5, 434. - Robin Hood and Little John. 5, 216. - Robin Hood and Maid Marian. 5, 372. - Robin Hood and Queen Katherine. 5, 312. - Robin Hood and the Beggar. 5, 187, 251, 255, 404, 17. - Robin Hood and the Bishop. 5, 298. - Robin Hood and the Bishop of Hereford. 5, 294. - Robin Hood and the Butcher. 5, 33, 17. - Robin Hood and the Curtall Fryer. 5, 271, 420. - Robin Hood and the Golden Arrow. 5, 383. - Robin Hood and the Monk. 5, 1, 128. - Robin Hood and the Old Man. 5, 257. - Robin Hood and the Peddlers. 5, 243. - Robin Hood and the Potter. 5, 17, 33, 43, 188, 420. - Robin Hood and the Ranger. 5, 207. - Robin Hood and the Scotchman. 5, 418. - Robin Hood and the Shepherd. 5, 238. - Robin Hood and the Stranger. 5, 404, 39, 188, 418. - Robin Hood and the Tanner. 5, 223. - Robin Hood and the Tanner's Daughter. 5, 334. - Robin Hood and the Tinker. 5, 230. - Robin Hood and the Valiant Knight. 5, 338, 308, 382. - - Robin Hood, Birth of. 5, 392, 170. - Robin Hood, _Essay on._ 5, vii. - Robin Hood, Lytell Geste of. 5, 42. - Robin Hood, Playe of. 5, 420, 428. - Robin Hood, rescuing the Three Squires. 5, 267. - Robin Hood, rescuing the Widow's Three Sons. 5, 261. - - Robin Hood's Birth, Breeding, Valour, and Marriage. 5, 343, 125. - Robin Hood's Chase. 5, 320. - Robin Hood's Death and Burial. 5, 308. - Robin Hood's Delight. 5, 211. - Robin Hood's Golden Prize. 5, 303. - Robin Hood's Preferment. 5, 329. - Robin Hood's Progress to Nottingham. 5, 290. - Robin Hood's Rescuing Will Stutley. 5, 283. - - Robin Hood, True Tale of. 5, 353. - Robin Hood, Wedding of, and Little John. 5, 184. - Robin Hood, Will Scadlock, and Little John. 5, 409. - - Robyn and Gandelyn. 5, 38. - - _Robin's Tesment._ 1, 128. - - _R[:o]fvaren Brun, R. Rymer_, Swedish bal. 2, 272. - - Rookhope Ryde. 6, 121. - - _Roman Charity._ O. B. 2, 137; - Evans, 3, 296. - - _Rosamonds Overthrow_, see _Unfortunate Concubine_. - - _Rose, Lay of the._ 1, 5. - - Rose the Red and White Lilly. 5, 173, 396. - - _Rosmer Hafmand_, Danish bal. 1, 253, 245. - - - _Sacchetti's Novels._ 8, 3. - - Saddle to Rags. 8, 265. - - _Salomon and Saturn_ (or _Marcolf_). 8, 3. - - Samson. 8, 201. - - _St. Cunigund_, legend of. 3, 238. - - St. George and the Dragon. 1, 69. - - St. Stephen and Herod. 1, 315. - - Sang of the Outlaw Murray. 6, 20. - - _Schloss in Oesterreich_, German bal. 2, 63. - - _Sch[:o]n Ulrich u. Rautendelein, S. U. u. Roth-Aennchen_, German bal. - 2, 272. - - _Sch[:o]ne Hannele_, German bal. 1, 179. - - _Scottish Squire._ 3, 277. - - Seven Champions of Christendom. 1, 83. - - _Shepherd's Son_ = _Baffled Knight_. - - _Silva Sermonum Jucundissimorum._ 8, 116. - - [_der_] _Singende Knochen_, German tale. 2, 231. - - Sir Aldingar. 3, 234. - - Sir Andrew Barton. 7, 55, 201. - - Sir Cauline. 3, 173. - - Sir Eglamore. 8, 196. - - Sir Guy, Legend of. 1, 61. - - Sir Hugh. 3, 142, 331, 335. - - Sir Hugh le Blond. 3, 234, 253. - - Sir James the Rose. 3, 73. - - Sir John Suckling's Campaign. 7, 128. - - Sir Lancelot du Lake. 1, 55. - - _Sir Niel and Mac Van_ (or _Glengyle_). 8, 260. - - _Sir Olof in the Elve-Dance_, Swedish bal. 1, 298. - - Sir Oluf and the Elf-King's Daughter, Danish bal. 1, 298, 192. - - Sir Patrick Spens. 3, 147, 152, 338. - - _Sir Peter of Stauffenbergh and the Mermaid._ 1, 298. - - Sir Richard Whittington's Advancement. 8, 165. - - Sir Roland. 1, 223. - - _Sir Stig and Lady Torelild_, Danish bal. 1, 162. - - _Sir Wal and Lisa Lyle_, Swedish bal. 2, 342. - - Sir William Wallace. 6, 237. - - _Skj[oe]n Anna_, Danish bal. 3, 383, 192. - - _Sleeper Awakened_, tale of. 8, 54. - - Snake-Cook, German bal. 2, 364. - - Son Davie. 2, 228, 219. - - _Song of a Beggar and a King._ 4, 195. - - _Sorgens Magt_, Swedish bal. 2, 145; - 1, 213. - - _S[:o]vnerunerne_, Danish bal. 1, 131. - - Spanish Lady's Love. 4, 201. - - Spanish Virgin. 3, 360. - - _Speculum Ecclesi[ae]._ 8, 21. - - _Speculum Historiale._ 1, 70, 315. - - _Squire of Tamworth_, see _Golden Glove_. - - _Staffans Visa_, Swedish carol. 1, 315. - - _Stepmother_, German bal. 2, 364. - - _Stolt Ingeborgs Forkl[ae]dning_, Danish bal. 4, 174. - - _Stolts Botelid Stalldr[:a]ng_, Swedish bal. 4, 174. - - _Stout Cripple of Cornwall._ Evans, 1, 97. - - Stukely, Life and Death of Thomas. 7, 305. - - _S[:u]deli_, German bal. 3, 191. - - Suffolk Miracle. 1, 217. - - _Sven i Roseng[oa]rd_, Swedish bal. 2, 347, 219. - - _Sven Svanehvit_, Swedish bal. 8, 12. - - _Svend Vonved_, Danish bal. 3, 159; 8, 11. - - _Sweet Song of an English Merchant._ Evans, 1, 28. - - Sweet William. 4, 261, 29. - - Sweet William and May Margaret. 2, 152, 45. - - Sweet William's Ghost. 2, 145, 45. - - Sweet Willie (a), 2, 93, 86; - (b), 4, 174. - - Sweet Willie and Fair Annie. 2, 131. - - Sweet Willie and Fair Maisry. 2, 332, 86. - - Sweet Willie and Lady Margerie. 2, 53. - - - [_den_] _Talende Strengeleg_, Danish bal. 2, 231. - - _Tarikh al Wasaf._ 8, 167. - - Tam-a-Line. 1, 258. - - Taming of a Shrew. 8, 182, 55. - - _Tancred and Ghismonda._ 2, 382. - - _Tancr[e']de_, Voltaire's. 3, 242. - - _Thom of Lyn._ 1, 114. - - Thomas of Ersseldoune. 1, 95, 120, 273. - - Thomas the Rhymer. 1, 109, 120. - - _Thore och hans Syster_, Swedish bal. 2, 319. - - _Thorkil Troneson_, Swedish bal. 1, 152. - - _Three Brothers._ 6, 94. - - Three Knights. 2, 368. - - Three Ravens. 3, 59. - - _Three Sisters._ 8, 18. - - Tinker's Good Fortune, see Frolicksome Duke. - - _Titus and Gisippus._ 4, 225. - - Titus Andronicus's Complaint. 8, 188. - - _Tobias._ 8, 198. - - [_der_] _Todte Freier_, German bal. 2, 145. - - _Todtenhemdchen_, German tale. 1, 213. - - Tom Linn. 1, 267. - - _Tom Thumbe, Life and Death of._ Ritson's Anc. Pop. Poetry, p. 111. - - _Too Courteous Knight_ = _Baffled Knight_. - - _Tord af Havsgaard_, Danish bal. 8, 139. - - _Torkild Trundes[:o]n_, Danish and Swedish bal. 1, 152. - - _Tristan._ 1, 4, 152; 2, 119. - - _Trooper and Fair Maid._ 1, 128. - - True Tale of Robin Hood. 5, 353. - - Trumpeter of Fyvie. 2, 201. - - Turnament of Totenham. 8, 101. - - Twa Brothers. 2, 219, 353. - - Twa Corbies. 3, 61. - - Twa Sisters. 2, 238. - - _Tyrannical Husband, Ballad of a._ 8, 116. - - - _Ulinger_, German bal. 2, 272. - - _Ulrich und Aennchen_, German bal. 2, 272. - - Undaunted Londonderry. 7, 247. - - _Unfortunate Concubine, or, Rosamond's Overthrow._ 7, 284. - - Up and war them a' Willie. 7, 264, 156. - - - _Valentine and Ursine_, tale of. Percy, 3, 330. - - _Vendicatrice_, Italian bal. 2, 392. - - _Vilain qui conquist Paradis par Plait, fabliau du._ 8, 152. - - _Von eitel unm[:o]glichen Dingen_, German ballads. 1, 128. - - _Vorwirth._ German bal. 1, 213. - - - [_die_] _Wahrsagenden Nachtigallen_, Danish bal. 2, 342. - - _Wallace and his Leman._ 6, 232. - - Waly, waly, but love be bonny. 4, 132. - - Wandering Jew. 8, 76. - - Wandering Prince of Troy. 8, 207. - - _Wandering Young Gentlewoman_, see _Catskin's Garland_. - - Wanton Wife of Bath. 8, 152. - - _Warenston and the Duke of York's Daughter._ 3, 113. - - Water o' Wearie's Well. 1, 198; - 2, 271. - - _We were Sisters, we were Seven._ 1, 152. - - Weary Coble o' Cargill. 3, 30; - 2, 216. - - Wedding of Robin Hood and Little John. 5, 184. - - _Weddynge of Syr Gawen and Dame Ragnell._ 1, 29. - - Wee, wee Man. 1, 126, 273; - 8, 140. - - West Country Damosel's Complaint. 2, 384. - - _West Country Wager._ 1, 131. - - _Wha will bake my bridal bread._ 3, 191. - - _White Doe of Rylstone_, Wordsworth's. 7, 84. - - _Widow of Westmoreland._ Kinloch, Bal. Book, p. 1. - - _Wiedergefundene K[:o]nigstochter_, German bal. 3, 191. - - _Wife Lapped in Morel's Skin._ 8, 182. - - Wife of Auchtirmuchty. 8, 116. - - _Wife of Bath's Tale._ 1, 29. - - Wife of Usher's Well. 1, 213; - 2, 63. - - _Wilkinasaga._ 5, 128. - - William and Marjorie. 2, 149, 45. - - William Guiseman. 3, 50. - - _Willie and Annet._ 2, 79, 86. - - Willie and Lady Maisry. 2, 57. - - Willie and May Margaret. 2, 171. - - Willie Mackintosh, or, The Burning of Auchindown. 6, 159. - - Willie Wallace. 6, 231, 237. - - Willie's drowned in Gamery. 2, 181. - - Willie's Ladye. 1, 162. - - Willow, Willow, Willow. 4, 234. - - _Willy's drowned in Yarrow._ 8, 228. - - _Wind hath blown my plaid away._ 1, 277. - - Winning of Cales. 7, 123. - - _Wolfdietrich._ 2, 346. - - Woman Warrior. 7, 257. - - _Wood o' Warslin._ 2, 220. - - _Worm of Lambton, Worm of Linton._ 1, 281; - 8, 128. - - _Wylie Wife of the hie Town hie._ Struthers's British Minstrel, 1, xxv. - - - _Xailoun_, tale of. 8, 54. - - - _Young Airly._ 6, 184. - - Young Akin. 1, 179. - - _Young Allan_ (taken from Sir Patrick Spens). Buchan, 2, 11. - - Young Bearwell. 4, 302. - - Young Beichan and Susie Pye. 4, 1, 253; - 1, 282. - - Young Bekie. 4, 10. - - Young Benjie. 2, 298. - - _Young Bondwell._ 4, 2. - - Young Child Dyring, Danish bal. 4, 265. - - _Young Cloudeslee._ 5, 124. - - Young Hastings the Groom. 1, 189; - 2, 271. - - Young Hunting. 3, 295, 3. - - Young Johnstone. 2, 291. - - _Young Laird of Ochiltrie._ 4, 109. - - _Young Prince James._ 2, 78. - - _Young Ratcliffe._ 7, 165. - - Young Redin. 3, 13. - - Young Tamlane. 1, 114. - - Young Waters. 3, 88, 301; - 1, 282; - 7, 120. - - Youth of Rosengord, Swedish bal. 2, 347, 219. - - - _Zauberbecher, Sage vom._ 1, 4. - - _Zeyn Alasman and the King of the Genii_, tale of. 1, 5. - - * * * * * - - -Transcriber's Notes - - [Asterism] represents an asterism (three stars). - [gh] represents letter "yogh". - [Pointing hand] denotes the symbol of a right pointing hand. - -Minor changes to regularise ballad line numbering and indentation have -been made without comment. - -The following changes have been made to the text where typographical -errors have been corrected. - -Page iv (Index): corrected "Gentleman" to "Gentlewoman" (The Wandering -young Gentlewoman) - -Page 123 note to line 13: changed "12" to "13" (13. request.) - -Page 123 Line 30: changed single to double close quotation mark ("Now -lets go to't, my own dear honey:") - -Page 133 Line 121: added missing close quotation mark ("Your words," -quoth the dragon, "I don't understand";) - -Page 144: added closing quotation mark (p. 250 of the same -publication.)") - -Page 153 Line 11: changed single to double opening qoutation mark ("I am -the Wife of Bath," she said,) - -Page 157 Line 112: deleted extraneous closing single quotation mark (As -thou thyself hast done.") - -Page 167 Line 2: changed "Whitttington" to "Whittington" (Of worthy -Whittington,) - -Page 196: deleted unmatched open quotation marks before "in" (This -ballad is found in _The Melancholie Knight_) - -Page 261 Line 28: changed single to double closing quotation mark (For -you shall find enough o' ane.") - -Page 264 Line 100: changed single to double closing quotation mark (He's -cure thy wounds right speedily.") - -Page 270 Line 32: changed "Que'" to "Quo'" (Quo' the wee boy, &c.) - -Page 279 Line 50: added opening quotation mark ("We'll cross the raging -ocean wide,) - -Page 301: changed "confidentyl" to "confidently" (trestly, _truly_, -_confidently_.) - -Page 306: changed comma to full stop after "Sheriff-Muir" ([Battle of] -Sheriff-Muir. 7, 156, 260.) - -Page 308: changed "rown" to "Brown" (_Brown Robin._ 2, 9. 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