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diff --git a/7533-h/7533-h.htm b/7533-h/7533-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cbc67c2 --- /dev/null +++ b/7533-h/7533-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,2795 @@ +<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> +<html> +<head> +<title>The Project Gutenberg eBook of Old Ballads</title> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"> +<style type="text/css"> + +body {margin:20%; text-align:justify} +h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 {color:#A82C28} +blockquote {font-size:14pt} +P {font-size:16pt} + +</style> +</head> +<body> + + +<pre> + +The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Book of Ballads, Volume 3, 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: A Book of Ballads, Volume 3 + +Author: Various + +Editor: Beverly Nichols + +Posting Date: April 29, 2014 [EBook #7533] +Release Date: February, 2005 +First Posted: May 15, 2003 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A BOOK OF BALLADS, VOLUME 3 *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger, Juliet Sutherland, Phil McLaury, +Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading +Team. Text version by Al Haines. + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<center> +<h1>A BOOK OF OLD BALLADS</h1> + +<h4>Selected and with an Introduction</h4> + +<h3>by</h3> + +<h2>BEVERLEY NICHOLS</h2> +<br><br> + +<img alt="001.jpg (14K)" src="images/001.jpg" height="223" width="280"> + +</center> +<br><br> + + +<br><br><br><br> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<table summary="" style=""> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap01">CLERK COLVILL</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap02">SIR ALDINGAR</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap03">EDOM O' GORDON</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap04">CHEVY CHACE</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap05">SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap06">GIL MORRICE</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap07">THE CHILD OF ELLE</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap08">CHILD WATERS</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap09">KING EDWARD IV AND THE TANNER OF TAMWORTH</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap10">SIR PATRICK SPENS</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td> <a href="#chap11">THE EARL OF MAR'S DAUGHTER</a></td> +</tr> + +</table> + +<br><br><br><br> +<h2>LIST OF COLOUR PLATES</h2> +<a href="#colvill">CLERK COLVILL</a><br> +<a href="#morrice">GIL MORRICE</a><br> +<a href="#childwaters">CHILD WATERS</a><br> +<a href="#mars">THE EARL OF MAR'S DAUGHTER</a><br> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap01"></a>CLERK COLVILL</h2> +<img alt="165.jpg (12K)" src="images/165.jpg" height="139" width="232"> +<br><br> +<a name="colvill"></a> +<img alt="colvill.jpg (159K)" src="images/colvill.jpg" height="1017" width="750"> + + +<p> Clerk Colvill and his lusty dame<br> + Were walking in the garden green;<br> + The belt around her stately waist<br> + Cost Clerk Colvill of pounds fifteen.</p> + +<p> "O promise me now, Clerk Colvill,<br> + Or it will cost ye muckle strife,<br> + Ride never by the wells of Slane,<br> + If ye wad live and brook your life."</p> + +<p> "Now speak nae mair, my lusty dame,<br> + Now speak nae mair of that to me;<br> + Did I neer see a fair woman,<br> + But I wad sin with her body?"</p> + +<p> He's taen leave o his gay lady,<br> + Nought minding what his lady said,<br> + And he's rode by the wells of Slane,<br> + Where washing was a bonny maid.</p> + +<p> "Wash on, wash on, my bonny maid,<br> + That wash sae clean your sark of silk;"<br> + "And weel fa you, fair gentleman,<br> + Your body whiter than the milk."</p> + +<p> * * * * *</p> + +<p> Then loud, loud cry'd the Clerk Colvill,<br> + "O my head it pains me sair;"<br> + "Then take, then take," the maiden said,<br> + "And frae my sark you'll cut a gare."</p> + +<p> Then she's gied him a little bane-knife,<br> + And frae her sark he cut a share;<br> + She's ty'd it round his whey-white face,<br> + But ay his head it aked mair.</p> + +<p> Then louder cry'd the Clerk Colville,<br> + "O sairer, sairer akes my head;"<br> + "And sairer, sairer ever will,"<br> + The maiden crys, "till you be dead."</p> + +<p> Out then he drew his shining blade,<br> + Thinking to stick her where she stood,<br> + But she was vanished to a fish,<br> + And swam far off, a fair mermaid.</p> + +<p> "O mother, mother, braid my hair;<br> + My lusty lady, make my bed;<br> + O brother, take my sword and spear,<br> + For I have seen the false mermaid."</p> + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap02"></a>SIR ALDINGAR</h2> +<img alt="167.jpg (18K)" src="images/167.jpg" height="159" width="237"> +<br><br> + +<p> Our king he kept a false stewàrde,<br> + Sir Aldingar they him call;<br> + A falser steward than he was one,<br> + Servde not in bower nor hall.</p> + +<p> He wolde have layne by our comelye queene,<br> + Her deere worshippe to betraye:<br> + Our queene she was a good womàn,<br> + And evermore said him naye.</p> + +<p> Sir Aldingar was wrothe in his mind,<br> + With her hee was never content,<br> + Till traiterous meanes he colde devyse,<br> + In a fyer to have her brent.</p> + +<p> There came a lazar to the kings gate,<br> + A lazar both blinde and lame:<br> + He tooke the lazar upon his backe,<br> + Him on the queenes bed has layne.</p> + +<p> "Lye still, lazar, whereas thou lyest,<br> + Looke thou goe not hence away;<br> + He make thee a whole man and a sound<br> + In two howers of the day."</p> + +<p> Then went him forth Sir Aldingar,<br> + And hyed him to our king:<br> + "If I might have grace, as I have space,<br> + Sad tydings I could bring."</p> + +<p> Say on, say on, Sir Aldingar,<br> + Saye on the soothe to mee.<br> + "Our queene hath chosen a new new love,<br> + And shee will have none of thee.</p> + +<p> "If shee had chosen a right good knight,<br> + The lesse had beene her shame;<br> + But she hath chose her a lazar man,<br> + A lazar both blinde and lame."</p> + +<p> If this be true, thou Aldingar,<br> + The tyding thou tellest to me,<br> + Then will I make thee a rich rich knight,<br> + Rich both of golde and fee.</p> + +<p> But if it be false, Sir Aldingar,<br> + As God nowe grant it bee!<br> + Thy body, I sweare by the holye rood,<br> + Shall hang on the gallows tree.</p> + +<p> He brought our king to the queenes chambèr,<br> + And opend to him the dore.<br> + A lodlye love, King Harry says,<br> + For our queene dame Elinore!</p> + +<p> If thou were a man, as thou art none,<br> + Here on my sword thoust dye;<br> + But a payre of new gallowes shall be built,<br> + And there shalt thou hang on hye.</p> + +<p> Forth then hyed our king, I wysse,<br> + And an angry man was hee;<br> + And soone he found Queen Elinore,<br> + That bride so bright of blee.</p> + +<p> Now God you save, our queene, madame,<br> + And Christ you save and see;<br> + Heere you have chosen a newe newe love,<br> + And you will have none of mee.</p> + +<p> If you had chosen a right good knight,<br> + The lesse had been your shame;<br> + But you have chose you a lazar man,<br> + A lazar both blinde and lame.</p> + +<p> Therfore a fyer there shalt be built,<br> + And brent all shalt thou bee.--<br> + Now out alacke! said our comly queene,<br> + Sir Aldingar's false to mee.</p> + +<p> Now out alacke! sayd our comlye queene,<br> + My heart with griefe will brast.<br> + I had thought swevens had never been true;<br> + I have proved them true at last.</p> + +<p> I dreamt in my sweven on Thursday eve,<br> + In my bed whereas I laye.<br> + I dreamt a grype and a grimlie beast<br> + Had carryed my crowne awaye;</p> + +<p> My gorgett and my kirtle of golde,<br> + And all my faire head-geere:<br> + And he wold worrye me with his tush<br> + And to his nest y-beare:</p> + +<p> Saving there came a little 'gray' hawke,<br> + A merlin him they call,<br> + Which untill the grounde did strike the grype,<br> + That dead he downe did fall.</p> + +<p> Giffe I were a man, as now I am none,<br> + A battell wold I prove,<br> + To fight with that traitor Aldingar,<br> + Att him I cast my glove.</p> + +<p> But seeing Ime able noe battell to make,<br> + My liege, grant me a knight<br> + To fight with that traitor Sir Aldingar,<br> + To maintaine me in my right.</p> + +<p> "Now forty dayes I will give thee<br> + To seeke thee a knight therein:<br> + If thou find not a knight in forty dayes<br> + Thy bodye it must brenn."</p> + +<p> Then shee sent east, and shee sent west,<br> + By north and south bedeene:<br> + But never a champion colde she find,<br> + Wolde fight with that knight soe keene.</p> + +<p> Now twenty dayes were spent and gone,<br> + Noe helpe there might be had;<br> + Many a teare shed our comelye queene<br> + And aye her hart was sad.</p> + +<p> Then came one of the queenes damsèlles,<br> + And knelt upon her knee,<br> + "Cheare up, cheare up, my gracious dame,<br> + I trust yet helpe may be:</p> + +<p> And here I will make mine avowe,<br> + And with the same me binde;<br> + That never will I return to thee,<br> + Till I some helpe may finde."</p> + +<p> Then forth she rode on a faire palfràye<br> + Oer hill and dale about:<br> + But never a champion colde she finde,<br> + Wolde fighte with that knight so stout.</p> + +<p> And nowe the daye drewe on a pace,<br> + When our good queene must dye;<br> + All woe-begone was that faire damsèlle,<br> + When she found no helpe was nye.</p> + +<p> All woe-begone was that faire damsèlle,<br> + And the salt teares fell from her eye:<br> + When lo! as she rode by a rivers side,<br> + She met with a tinye boye.</p> + +<p> A tinye boye she mette, God wot,<br> + All clad in mantle of golde;<br> + He seemed noe more in mans likenèsse,<br> + Then a childe of four yeere old.</p> + +<p> Why grieve you, damselle faire, he sayd,<br> + And what doth cause you moane?<br> + The damsell scant wolde deigne a looke,<br> + But fast she pricked on.</p> + +<p> Yet turne againe, thou faire damsèlle<br> + And greete thy queene from mee:<br> + When bale is att hyest, boote is nyest,<br> + Nowe helpe enoughe may bee.</p> + +<p> Bid her remember what she dreamt<br> + In her bedd, wheras shee laye;<br> + How when the grype and grimly beast<br> + Wolde have carried her crowne awaye,</p> + +<p> Even then there came the little gray hawke,<br> + And saved her from his clawes:<br> + Then bidd the queene be merry at hart,<br> + For heaven will fende her cause.</p> + +<p> Back then rode that faire damsèlle,<br> + And her hart it lept for glee:<br> + And when she told her gracious dame<br> + A gladd woman then was shee:</p> + +<p> But when the appointed day was come,<br> + No helpe appeared nye:<br> + Then woeful, woeful was her hart,<br> + And the teares stood in her eye.</p> + +<p> And nowe a fyer was built of wood;<br> + And a stake was made of tree;<br> + And now Queene Elinor forth was led,<br> + A sorrowful sight to see.</p> + +<p> Three times the herault he waved his hand,<br> + And three times spake on hye:<br> + Giff any good knight will fende this dame,<br> + Come forth, or shee must dye.</p> + +<p> No knight stood forth, no knight there came,<br> + No helpe appeared nye:<br> + And now the fyer was lighted up,<br> + Queen Elinor she must dye.</p> + +<p> And now the fyer was lighted up,<br> + As hot as hot might bee;<br> + When riding upon a little white steed,<br> + The tinye boy they see.</p> + +<p> "Away with that stake, away with those brands,<br> + And loose our comelye queene:<br> + I am come to fight with Sir Aldingar,<br> + And prove him a traitor keene."</p> + +<p> Forthe then stood Sir Aldingar,<br> + But when he saw the chylde,<br> + He laughed, and scoffed, and turned his backe,<br> + And weened he had been beguylde.</p> + +<p> "Now turne, now turne thee, Aldingar,<br> + And eyther fighte or flee;<br> + I trust that I shall avenge the wronge,<br> + Thoughe I am so small to see."</p> + +<p> The boy pulld forth a well good sworde<br> + So gilt it dazzled the ee;<br> + The first stroke stricken at Aldingar,<br> + Smote off his leggs by the knee.</p> + +<p> "Stand up, stand up, thou false traitòr,<br> + And fight upon thy feete,<br> + For and thou thrive, as thou begin'st,<br> + Of height wee shall be meete."</p> + +<p> A priest, a priest, sayes Aldingàr,<br> + While I am a man alive.<br> + A priest, a priest, sayes Aldingàr,<br> + Me for to houzle and shrive.</p> + +<p> I wolde have laine by our comlie queene,<br> + Bot shee wolde never consent;<br> + Then I thought to betraye her unto our kinge<br> + In a fyer to have her brent.</p> + +<p> There came a lazar to the kings gates,<br> + A lazar both blind and lame:<br> + I tooke the lazar upon my backe,<br> + And on her bedd had him layne.</p> + +<p> Then ranne I to our comlye king,<br> + These tidings sore to tell.<br> + But ever alacke! sayes Aldingar,<br> + Falsing never doth well.</p> + +<p> Forgive, forgive me, queene, madame,<br> + The short time I must live.<br> + "Nowe Christ forgive thee, Aldingar,<br> + As freely I forgive."</p> + +<p> Here take thy queene, our king Harryè,<br> + And love her as thy life,<br> + For never had a king in Christentye.<br> + A truer and fairer wife.</p> + +<p> King Henrye ran to claspe his queene,<br> + And loosed her full sone:<br> + Then turned to look for the tinye boye;<br> + --The boye was vanisht and gone.</p> + +<p> But first he had touched the lazar man,<br> + And stroakt him with his hand:<br> + The lazar under the gallowes tree<br> + All whole and sounde did stand.</p> + +<p> The lazar under the gallowes tree<br> + Was comelye, straight and tall;<br> + King Henrye made him his head stewàrde<br> + To wayte withinn his hall.</p> + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap03"></a>EDOM O' GORDON</h2> +<img alt="177.jpg (116K)" src="images/177.jpg" height="582" width="769"> +<br><br> + + +<p> It fell about the Martinmas,<br> + Quhen the wind blew shril and cauld,<br> + Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,<br> + We maun draw till a hauld.</p> + +<p> And quhat a hauld sall we draw till,<br> + My mirry men and me?<br> + We wul gae to the house o' the Rodes,<br> + To see that fair ladie.</p> + +<p> The lady stude on her castle wa',<br> + Beheld baith dale and down:<br> + There she was ware of a host of men<br> + Cum ryding towards the toun.</p> + +<p> O see ze nat, my mirry men a'?<br> + O see za nat quhat I see?<br> + Methinks I see a host of men:<br> + I marveil quha they be.</p> + +<p> She weend it had been hir luvely lord,<br> + As he cam ryding hame;<br> + It was the traitor Edom o' Gordon,<br> + Quha reckt nae sin nor shame.</p> + +<p> She had nae sooner buskit hirsel,<br> + And putten on hir goun,<br> + But Edom o' Gordon and his men<br> + Were round about the toun.</p> + +<p> They had nae sooner supper sett,<br> + Nae sooner said the grace,<br> + But Edom o' Gordon and his men<br> + Were light about the place.</p> + +<p> The lady ran up to hir towir head,<br> + Sa fast as she could hie,<br> + To see if by hir fair speechès<br> + She could wi' him agree.</p> + +<p> But quhan he see this lady saif,<br> + And hir yates all locked fast,<br> + He fell into a rage of wrath,<br> + And his look was all aghast.</p> + +<p> Cum doun to me, ze lady gay,<br> + Cum doun, cum doun to me:<br> + This night sall ye lig within mine armes,<br> + To-morrow my bride sall be.</p> + +<p> I winnae cum doun ze fals Gordòn,<br> + I winnae cum doun to thee;<br> + I winna forsake my ain dear lord,<br> + That is sae far frae me.</p> + +<p> Give owre zour house, ze lady fair,<br> + Give owre zour house to me,<br> + Or I sall brenn yoursel therein,<br> + Bot and zour babies three.</p> + +<p> I winnae give owre, ze false Gordòn,<br> + To nae sik traitor as zee;<br> + And if ze brenn my ain dear babes,<br> + My lord sall make ze drie.</p> + +<p> But reach my pistoll, Glaud my man,<br> + And charge ze weil my gun:<br> + For, but an I pierce that bluidy butcher,<br> + My babes we been undone.</p> + +<p> She stude upon hir castle wa',<br> + And let twa bullets flee:<br> + She mist that bluidy butchers hart,<br> + And only raz'd his knee.</p> + +<p> Set fire to the house, quo' fals Gordòn,<br> + All wood wi' dule and ire:<br> + Fals lady, ze sall rue this deid,<br> + As ze bren in the fire.</p> + +<p> Wae worth, wae worth ze, Jock my man,<br> + I paid ze weil zour fee;<br> + Quhy pu' ze out the ground-wa' stane,<br> + Lets in the reek to me?</p> + +<p> And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man,<br> + I paid ze weil zour hire;<br> + Quhy pu' ze out the ground-wa' stane,<br> + To me lets in the fire?</p> + +<p> Ze paid me weil my hire, lady;<br> + Ze paid me weil my fee:<br> + But now I'm Edom o' Gordons man,<br> + Maun either doe or die.</p> + +<p> O than bespaik hir little son,<br> + Sate on the nurses knee:<br> + Sayes, Mither deare, gi' owre this house,<br> + For the reek it smithers me.</p> + +<p> I wad gie a' my gowd, my childe,<br> + Say wald I a' my fee,<br> + For ane blast o' the western wind,<br> + To blaw the reek frae thee.</p> + +<p> O then bespaik hir dochter dear,<br> + She was baith jimp and sma;<br> + O row me in a pair o' sheits,<br> + And tow me owre the wa.</p> + +<p> They rowd hir in a pair o' sheits,<br> + And towd hir owre the wa:<br> + But on the point of Gordons spear<br> + She gat a deadly fa.</p> + +<p> O bonnie bonnie was hir mouth,<br> + And cherry were her cheiks,<br> + And clear clear was hir zellow hair,<br> + Whereon the reid bluid dreips.</p> + +<p> Then wi' his spear he turnd hir owre,<br> + O gin hir face was wan!<br> + He sayd, Ze are the first that eir<br> + I wisht alive again.</p> + +<p> He turnd hir owre and owre againe,<br> + O gin hir skin was whyte!<br> + I might ha spared that bonnie face<br> + To hae been sum mans delyte.</p> + +<p> Busk and boun, my merry men a',<br> + For ill dooms I doe guess;<br> + I cannae luik in that bonnie face,<br> + As it lyes on the grass.</p> + +<p> Thame, luiks to freits, my master deir,<br> + Then freits wil follow thame:<br> + Let neir be said brave Edom o' Gordon<br> + Was daunted by a dame.</p> + +<p> But quhen the ladye see the fire<br> + Cum flaming owre hir head,<br> + She wept and kist her children twain,<br> + Sayd, Bairns, we been but dead.</p> + +<p> The Gordon then his bougill blew,<br> + And said, Awa', awa';<br> + This house o' the Rodes is a' in flame,<br> + I hauld it time to ga'.</p> + +<p> O then bespyed hir ain dear lord,<br> + As hee cam owr the lee;<br> + He sied his castle all in blaze + Sa far as he could see.</p> + +<p> Then sair, O sair his mind misgave,<br> + And all his hart was wae;<br> + Put on, put on, my wighty men,<br> + So fast as ze can gae.</p> + +<p> Put on, put on, my wighty men,<br> + Sa fast as ze can drie;<br> + For he that is hindmost of the thrang<br> + Sall neir get guid o' me.</p> + +<p> Than sum they rade, and sum they rin,<br> + Fou fast out-owr the bent;<br> + But eir the foremost could get up,<br> + Baith lady and babes were brent.</p> + +<p> He wrang his hands, he rent his hair,<br> + And wept in teenefu' muid:<br> + O traitors, for this cruel deid<br> + Ze sall weep tiers o' bluid.</p> + +<p> And after the Gordon he is gane,<br> + Sa fast as he might drie.<br> + And soon i' the Gordon's foul hartis bluid<br> + He's wroken his dear ladie.</p> + + + + +<img alt="183.jpg (28K)" src="images/183.jpg" height="369" width="440"> +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap04"></a>THE BALLAD OF CHEVY CHACE</h2> +<img alt="184.jpg (108K)" src="images/184.jpg" height="435" width="773"> +<br><br> + + +<p> God prosper long our noble king,<br> + Our lives and safetyes all;<br> + A woefull hunting once there did<br> + In Chevy-Chace befall;</p> + +<p> To drive the deere with hound and horne,<br> + Erle Percy took his way,<br> + The child may rue that is unborne,<br> + The hunting of that day.</p> + +<p> The stout Erle of Northumberland<br> + A vow to God did make,<br> + His pleasure in the Scottish woods<br> + Three summers days to take;</p> + +<p> The cheefest harts in Chevy-chace<br> + To kill and beare away.<br> + These tydings to Erle Douglas came,<br> + In Scotland where he lay:</p> + +<p> Who sent Erle Percy present word,<br> + He wold prevent his sport.<br> + The English erle, not fearing that,<br> + Did to the woods resort</p> + +<p> With fifteen hundred bow-men bold;<br> + All chosen men of might,<br> + Who knew full well in time of neede<br> + To ayme their shafts arright.</p> + +<p> The galland greyhounds swiftly ran,<br> + To chase the fallow deere:<br> + On munday they began to hunt,<br> + Ere day-light did appeare;</p> + +<p> And long before high noone they had<br> + An hundred fat buckes slaine;<br> + Then having dined, the drovyers went<br> + To rouze the deare againe.</p> + +<p> The bow-men mustered on the hills,<br> + Well able to endure;<br> + Theire backsides all, with speciall care,<br> + That day were guarded sure.</p> + +<p> The hounds ran swiftly through the woods,<br> + The nimble deere to take,<br> + That with their cryes the hills and dales<br> + An eccho shrill did make.</p> + +<p> Lord Percy to the quarry went,<br> + To view the slaughter'd deere;<br> + Quoth he, Erle Douglas promised<br> + This day to meet me heere:</p> + +<p> But if I thought he wold not come,<br> + Noe longer wold I stay.<br> + With that, a brave younge gentleman<br> + Thus to the Erle did say:</p> + +<p> Loe, yonder doth Erle Douglas come,<br> + His men in armour bright;<br> + Full twenty hundred Scottish speres<br> + All marching in our sight;</p> + +<p> All men of pleasant Tivydale,<br> + Fast by the river Tweede:<br> + O cease your sports, Erle Percy said,<br> + And take your bowes with speede:</p> + +<p> And now with me, my countrymen,<br> + Your courage forth advance;<br> + For there was never champion yett,<br> + In Scotland nor in France,</p> + +<p> That ever did on horsebacke come,<br> + But if my hap it were,<br> + I durst encounter man for man,<br> + With him to break a spere.</p> + +<p> Erle Douglas on his milke-white steede,<br> + Most like a baron bolde,<br> + Rode foremost of his company,<br> + Whose armour shone like gold.</p> + +<p> Show me, sayd hee, whose men you bee,<br> + That hunt soe boldly heere,<br> + That, without my consent, doe chase<br> + And kill my fallow-deere.</p> + +<p> The first man that did answer make<br> + Was noble Percy hee;<br> + Who sayd, Wee list not to declare,<br> + Nor shew whose men wee bee:<br></p> + +<p> Yet wee will spend our deerest blood,<br> + Thy cheefest harts to slay.<br> + Then Douglas swore a solempne oathe,<br> + And thus in rage did say,</p> + +<p> Ere thus I will out-braved bee,<br> + One of us two shall dye:<br> + I know thee well, an erle thou art;<br> + Lord Percy, soe am I.</p> + +<p> But trust me, Percy, pittye it were,<br> + And great offence to kill<br> + Any of these our guiltlesse men,<br> + For they have done no ill.</p> + +<p> Let thou and I the battell trye,<br> + And set our men aside.<br> + Accurst bee he, Erle Percy sayd,<br> + By whome this is denyed.</p> + +<p> Then stept a gallant squier forth,<br> + Witherington was his name,<br> + Who said, I wold not have it told<br> + To Henry our king for shame,</p> + +<p> That ere my captaine fought on foote,<br> + And I stood looking on.<br> + You be two erles, sayd Witherington,<br> + And I a squier alone:</p> + +<p> He doe the best that doe I may,<br> + While I have power to stand:<br> + While I have power to weeld my sword<br> + He fight with hart and hand.</p> + +<p> Our English archers bent their bowes,<br> + Their harts were good and trew;<br> + Att the first flight of arrowes sent,<br> + Full four-score Scots they slew.</p> + +<p> Yet bides Earl Douglas on the bent,<br> + As Chieftain stout and good.<br> + As valiant Captain, all unmov'd<br> + The shock he firmly stood.</p> + +<p> His host he parted had in three,<br> + As Leader ware and try'd,<br> + And soon his spearmen on their foes<br> + Bare down on every side.</p> + +<p> To drive the deere with hound and horne,<br> + Douglas bade on the bent<br> + Two captaines moved with mickle might<br> + Their speres to shivers went.</p> + +<p> Throughout the English archery<br> + They dealt full many a wound:<br> + But still our valiant Englishmen<br> + All firmly kept their ground:</p> + +<p> And throwing strait their bows away,<br> + They grasp'd their swords so bright:<br> + And now sharp blows, a heavy shower,<br> + On shields and helmets light.</p> + +<p> They closed full fast on every side,<br> + Noe slackness there was found:<br> + And many a gallant gentleman<br> + Lay gasping on the ground.</p> + +<p> O Christ! it was a griefe to see;<br> + And likewise for to heare,<br> + The cries of men lying in their gore,<br> + And scattered here and there.</p> + +<p> At last these two stout erles did meet,<br> + Like captaines of great might:<br> + Like lyons wood, they layd on lode,<br> + And made a cruell fight:</p> + +<p> They fought untill they both did sweat,<br> + With swords of tempered steele;<br> + Untill the blood, like drops of rain,<br> + They tricklin downe did feele.</p> + +<p> Yeeld thee, Lord Percy, Douglas sayd<br> + In faith I will thee bringe,<br> + Where thou shalt high advanced bee<br> + By James our Scottish king:</p> + +<p> Thy ransome I will freely give,<br> + And this report of thee,<br> + Thou art the most couragious knight,<br> + That ever I did see.</p> + +<p> Noe, Douglas, quoth Erle Percy then,<br> + Thy proffer I doe scorne;<br> + I will not yeelde to any Scott,<br> + That ever yett was borne.</p> + +<p> With that, there came an arrow keene<br> + Out of an English bow,<br> + Which struck Erle Douglas to the heart,<br> + A deepe and deadlye blow:</p> + +<p> Who never spake more words than these,<br> + Fight on, my merry men all;<br> + For why, my life is at an end;<br> + Lord Percy sees my fall.</p> + +<p> Then leaving liffe, Erie Percy tooke<br> + The dead man by the hand;<br> + And said, Erle Douglas, for thy life<br> + Wold I had lost my land.</p> + +<p> O Christ! my verry hart doth bleed<br> + With sorrow for thy sake;<br> + For sure, a more redoubted knight<br> + Mischance cold never take.</p> + +<p> A knight amongst the Scotts there was<br> + Which saw Erle Douglas dye,<br> + Who streight in wrath did vow revenge<br> + Upon the Lord Percye:</p> + +<p> Sir Hugh Mountgomery was he call'd,<br> + Who, with a spere most bright,<br> + Well-mounted on a gallant steed,<br> + Ran fiercely through the fight;</p> + +<p> And past the English archers all,<br> + Without all dread or feare;<br> + And through Earl Percyes body then<br> + He thrust his hatefull spere;</p> + +<p> With such a vehement force and might<br> + He did his body gore,<br> + The staff ran through the other side<br> + A large cloth-yard and more.</p> + +<p> So thus did both these nobles dye,<br> + Whose courage none could staine:<br> + An English archer then perceiv'd<br> + The noble erle was slaine;</p> + +<p> He had a bow bent in his hand,<br> + Made of a trusty tree;<br> + An arrow of a cloth-yard long<br> + Up to the head drew hee:</p> + +<p> Against Sir Hugh Mountgomerye,<br> + So right the shaft he sett,<br> + The grey goose-winge that was thereon,<br> + In his harts bloode was wette.</p> + +<p> This fight did last from breake of day,<br> + Till setting of the sun;<br> + For when they rang the evening-bell,<br> + The battel scarce was done.</p> + +<p> With stout Erle Percy there was slaine<br> + Sir John of Egerton,<br> + Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John,<br> + Sir James that bold barròn:</p> + +<p> And with Sir George and stout Sir James,<br> + Both knights of good account,<br> + Good Sir Ralph Raby there was slaine,<br> + Whose prowesse did surmount.</p> + +<p> For Witherington needs must I wayle,<br> + As one in doleful dumpes;<br> + For when his leggs were smitten off,<br> + He fought upon his stumpes.</p> + +<p> And with Erle Douglas, there was slaine<br> + Sir Hugh Montgomerye,<br> + Sir Charles Murray, that from the feeld<br> + One foote wold never flee.</p> + +<p> Sir Charles Murray, of Ratcliff, too,<br> + His sisters sonne was hee;<br> + Sir David Lamb, so well esteem'd,<br> + Yet saved cold not bee.</p> + +<p> And the Lord Maxwell in like case<br> + Did with Erle Douglas dye:<br> + Of twenty hundred Scottish speres,<br> + Scarce fifty-five did flye.</p> + +<p> Of fifteen hundred Englishmen,<br> + Went home but fifty-three;<br> + The rest were slaine in Chevy-Chace,<br> + Under the greene woode tree.</p> + +<p> Next day did many widowes come,<br> + Their husbands to bewayle;<br> + They washt their wounds in brinish teares,<br> + But all wold not prevayle.</p> + +<p> Theyr bodyes, bathed in purple gore,<br> + They bare with them away:<br> + They kist them dead a thousand times,<br> + Ere they were cladd in clay.</p> + +<p> The news was brought to Eddenborrow,<br> + Where Scottlands king did raigne,<br> + That brave Erle Douglas suddenlye<br> + Was with an arrow slaine:</p> + +<p> O heavy newes, King James did say,<br> + Scotland may witnesse bee,<br> + I have not any captaine more<br> + Of such account as hee.</p> + +<p> Like tydings to King Henry came,<br> + Within as short a space,<br> + That Percy of Northumberland<br> + Was slaine in Chevy-Chace:</p> + +<p> Now God be with him, said our king,<br> + Sith it will noe better bee;<br> + I trust I have, within my realme,<br> + Five hundred as good as hee:</p> + +<p> Yett shall not Scotts nor Scotland say,<br> + But I will vengeance take:<br> + I'll be revenged on them all,<br> + For brave Erle Percyes sake.</p> + +<p> This vow full well the king perform'd<br> + After, at Humbledowne;<br> + In one day, fifty knights were slayne,<br> + With lords of great renowne:</p> + +<p> And of the rest, of small acount,<br> + Did many thousands dye:<br> + Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy-Chase,<br> + Made by the Erle Percy.</p> + +<p> God save our king, and bless this land<br> + With plenty, joy, and peace;<br> + And grant henceforth, that foule debate<br> + 'Twixt noblemen may cease.</p> + +<img alt="195.jpg (87K)" src="images/195.jpg" height="597" width="785"> +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap05"></a>SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE</h2> +<img alt="196.jpg (121K)" src="images/196.jpg" height="599" width="759"> +<br><br> + +<p> When Arthur first in court began,<br> + And was approved king,<br> + By force of armes great victorys wanne,<br> + And conquest home did bring,</p> + +<p> Then into England straight he came<br> + With fifty good and able<br> + Knights, that resorted unto him,<br> + And were of his round table:</p> + +<p> And he had justs and turnaments,<br> + Whereto were many prest,<br> + Wherein some knights did far excell<br> + And eke surmount the rest.</p> + +<p> But one Sir Lancelot du Lake,<br> + Who was approved well,<br> + He for his deeds and feats of armes<br> + All others did excell.</p> + +<p> When he had rested him a while,<br> + In play, and game, and sportt,<br> + He said he wold goe prove himselfe<br> + In some adventurous sort.</p> + +<p> He armed rode in a forrest wide,<br> + And met a damsell faire,<br> + Who told him of adventures great,<br> + Whereto he gave great eare.</p> + +<p> Such wold I find, quoth Lancelott:<br> + For that cause came I hither.<br> + Thou seemest, quoth shee, a knight full good,<br> + And I will bring thee thither.</p> + +<p> Wheras a mighty knight doth dwell,<br> + That now is of great fame:<br> + Therefore tell me what wight thou art,<br> + And what may be thy name.</p> + +<p> "My name is Lancelot du Lake."<br> + Quoth she, it likes me than:<br> + Here dwelles a knight who never was<br> + Yet matcht with any man:</p> + +<p> Who has in prison threescore knights<br> + And four, that he did wound;<br> + Knights of King Arthurs court they be,<br> + And of his table round.</p> + +<p> She brought him to a river side,<br> + And also to a tree,<br> + Whereon a copper bason hung,<br> + And many shields to see.</p> + +<p> He struck soe hard, the bason broke;<br> + And Tarquin soon he spyed:<br> + Who drove a horse before him fast,<br> + Whereon a knight lay tyed.</p> + +<p> Sir knight, then sayd Sir Lancelett,<br> + Bring me that horse-load hither,<br> + And lay him downe, and let him rest;<br> + Weel try our force together:</p> + +<p> For, as I understand, thou hast,<br> + So far as thou art able,<br> + Done great despite and shame unto<br> + The knights of the Round Table.</p> + +<p> If thou be of the Table Round,<br> + Quoth Tarquin speedilye,<br> + Both thee and all thy fellowship<br> + I utterly defye.</p> + +<p> That's over much, quoth Lancelott tho,<br> + Defend thee by and by.<br> + They sett their speares unto their steeds,<br> + And eache att other flie.</p> + +<p> They coucht theire speares (their horses ran,<br> + As though there had beene thunder),<br> + And strucke them each immidst their shields,<br> + Wherewith they broke in sunder.</p> + +<p> Their horsses backes brake under them,<br> + The knights were both astound:<br> + To avoyd their horsses they made haste<br> + And light upon the ground.</p> + +<p> They tooke them to their shields full fast,<br> + Their swords they drewe out than,<br> + With mighty strokes most eagerlye<br> + Each at the other ran.</p> + +<p> They wounded were, and bled full sore,<br> + They both for breath did stand,<br> + And leaning on their swords awhile,<br> + Quoth Tarquine, Hold thy hand,</p> + +<p> And tell to me what I shall aske.<br> + Say on, quoth Lancelot tho.<br> + Thou art, quoth Tarquine, the best knight<br> + That ever I did know:</p> + +<p> And like a knight, that I did hate:<br> + Soe that thou be not hee,<br> + I will deliver all the rest,<br> + And eke accord with thee.</p> + +<p> That is well said, quoth Lancelott;<br> + But sith it must be soe,<br> + What knight is that thou hatest thus<br> + I pray thee to me show.</p> + +<p> His name is Lancelot du Lake,<br> + He slew my brother deere;<br> + Him I suspect of all the rest:<br> + I would I had him here.</p> + +<p> Thy wish thou hast, but yet unknowne,<br> + I am Lancelot du Lake,<br> + Now knight of Arthurs Table Round;<br> + King Hauds son of Schuwake;</p> + +<p> And I desire thee to do thy worst.<br> + Ho, ho, quoth Tarquin tho'<br> + One of us two shall ende our lives<br> + Before that we do go.</p> + +<p> If thou be Lancelot du Lake,<br> + Then welcome shalt thou bee:<br> + Wherfore see thou thyself defend,<br> + For now defye I thee.</p> + +<p> They buckled them together so,<br> + Like unto wild boares rashing;<br> + And with their swords and shields they ran<br> + At one another slashing:</p> + +<p> The ground besprinkled was with blood:<br> + Tarquin began to yield;<br> + For he gave backe for wearinesse,<br> + And lowe did beare his shield.</p> + +<p> This soone Sir Lancelot espyde,<br> + He leapt upon him then,<br> + He pull'd him downe upon his knee,<br> + And rushing off his helm,</p> + +<p> Forthwith he strucke his necke in two,<br> + And, when he had soe done,<br> + From prison threescore knights and four<br> + Delivered everye one.</p> + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap06"></a>GIL MORRICE</h2> +<img alt="202.jpg (110K)" src="images/202.jpg" height="585" width="776"> +<br><br> +<a name="morrice"></a> +<img alt="morrice.jpg (179K)" src="images/morrice.jpg" height="1024" width="750"> + +<p> Gil Morrice was an erles son,<br> + His name it waxed wide;<br> + It was nae for his great riches,<br> + Nor zet his mickle pride;<br> + Bot it was for a lady gay,<br> + That livd on Carron side.</p> + +<p> Quhair sail I get a bonny boy,<br> + That will win hose and shoen;<br> + That will gae to Lord Barnards ha',<br> + And bid his lady cum?<br> + And ze maun rin my errand, Willie;<br> + And ze may rin wi' pride;<br> + Quhen other boys gae on their foot<br> + On horse-back ze sail ride.</p> + +<p> O no! Oh no! my master dear!<br> + I dare nae for my life;<br> + I'll no gae to the bauld baròns,<br> + For to triest furth his wife.<br> + My bird Willie, my boy Willie;<br> + My dear Willie, he sayd:<br> + How can ze strive against the stream?<br> + For I sall be obeyd.</p> + +<p> Bot, O my master dear! he cryd,<br> + In grene wod ze're zour lain;<br> + Gi owre sic thochts, I walde ze rede,<br> + For fear ze should be tain.<br> + Haste, haste, I say, gae to the ha',<br> + Bid hir cum here wi speid:<br> + If ze refuse my heigh command,<br> + Ill gar zour body bleid.</p> + +<p> Gae bid hir take this gay mantel,<br> + 'Tis a' gowd hot the hem;<br> + Bid hir cum to the gude grene wode,<br> + And bring nane bot hir lain:<br> + And there it is a silken sarke,<br> + Hir ain hand sewd the sleive;<br> + And bid hir cum to Gill Morice,<br> + Speir nae bauld barons leave.</p> + +<p> Yes, I will gae zour black errand,<br> + Though it be to zour cost;<br> + Sen ze by me will nae be warn'd,<br> + In it ze sail find frost.<br> + The baron he is a man of might,<br> + He neir could bide to taunt,<br> + As ze will see before its nicht,<br> + How sma' ze hae to vaunt.</p> + +<p> And sen I maun zour errand rin<br> + Sae sair against my will,<br> + I'se mak a vow and keip it trow,<br> + It sall be done for ill.<br> + And quhen he came to broken brigue,<br> + He bent his bow and swam;<br> + And quhen he came to grass growing,<br> + Set down his feet and ran.</p> + +<p> And quhen he came to Barnards ha',<br> + Would neither chap nor ca':<br> + Bot set his bent bow to his breist,<br> + And lichtly lap the wa'.<br> + He wauld nae tell the man his errand,<br> + Though he stude at the gait;<br> + Bot straiht into the ha' he cam,<br> + Quhair they were set at meit.</p> + +<p> Hail! hail! my gentle sire and dame!<br> + My message winna waite;<br> + Dame, ze maun to the gude grene wod<br> + Before that it be late.<br> + Ze're bidden tak this gay mantèl,<br> + Tis a' gowd bot the hem:<br> + Zou maun gae to the gude grene wode,<br> + Ev'n by your sel alane.</p> + +<p> And there it is, a silken sarke,<br> + Your ain hand sewd the sleive;<br> + Ze maun gae speik to Gill Morice:<br> + Speir nae bauld barons leave.<br> + The lady stamped wi' hir foot,<br> + And winked wi' hir ee;<br> + Bot a' that she coud say or do,<br> + Forbidden he wad nae bee.</p> + +<p> Its surely to my bow'r-womàn;<br> + It neir could be to me.<br> + I brocht it to Lord Barnards lady;<br> + I trow that ze be she.<br> + Then up and spack the wylie nurse,<br> + (The bairn upon hir knee)<br> + If it be cum frae Gill Morice,<br> + It's deir welcum to mee.</p> + +<p> Ze leid, ze leid, ze filthy nurse,<br> + Sae loud I heird zee lee;<br> + I brocht it to Lord Barnards lady;<br> + I trow ze be nae shee.<br> + Then up and spack the bauld baròn,<br> + An angry man was hee;<br> + He's tain the table wi' his foot,<br> + Sae has he wi' his knee;<br> + Till siller cup and 'mazer' dish<br> + In flinders he gard flee.</p> + +<p> Gae bring a robe of zour clidìng,<br> + That hings upon the pin;<br> + And I'll gae to the gude grene wode,<br> + And speik wi' zour lemmàn.<br> + O bide at hame, now Lord Barnàrd,<br> + I warde ze bide at hame;<br> + Neir wyte a man for violence,<br> + That neir wate ze wi' nane.</p> + +<p> Gil Morice sate in gude grene wode,<br> + He whistled and he sang:<br> + O what mean a' the folk comìng,<br> + My mother tarries lang.<br> + His hair was like the threeds of gold,<br> + Drawne frae Minerva's loome:<br> + His lipps like roses drapping dew,<br> + His breath was a' perfume.</p> + +<p> His brow was like the mountain snae<br> + Gilt by the morning beam:<br> + His cheeks like living roses glow:<br> + His een like azure stream.<br> + The boy was clad in robes of grene,<br> + Sweete as the infant spring:<br> + And like the mavis on the bush,<br> + He gart the vallies ring.</p> + +<p> The baron came to the grene wode,<br> + Wi' mickle dule and care,<br> + And there he first spied Gill Morice<br> + Kameing his zellow hair:<br> + That sweetly wavd around his face,<br> + That face beyond compare:<br> + He sang sae sweet it might dispel<br> + A' rage but fell despair.</p> + +<p> Nae wonder, nae wonder, Gill Morìce,<br> + My lady loed thee weel,<br> + The fairest part of my bodie<br> + Is blacker than thy heel.<br> + Zet neir the less now, Gill Morìce,<br> + For a' thy great beautiè,<br> + Ze's rew the day ze eir was born;<br> + That head sall gae wi' me.</p> + +<p> Now he has drawn his trusty brand,<br> + And slaited on the strae;<br> + And thro' Gill Morice' fair body<br> + He's gar cauld iron gae.<br> + And he has tain Gill Morice's head<br> + And set it on a speir;<br> + The meanest man in a' his train<br> + Has gotten that head to bear.</p> + +<p> And he has tain Gill Morice up,<br> + Laid him across his steid,<br> + And brocht him to his painted bowr,<br> + And laid him on a bed.<br> + The lady sat on castil wa',<br> + Beheld baith dale and doun;<br> + And there she saw Gill Morice' head<br> + Cum trailing to the toun.</p> + +<p> Far better I loe that bluidy head,<br> + Both and that zellow hair,<br> + Than Lord Barnard, and a' his lands,<br> + As they lig here and thair.<br> + And she has tain her Gill Morice,<br> + And kissd baith mouth and chin:<br> + I was once as fow of Gill Morice,<br> + As the hip is o' the stean.</p> + +<p> I got ze in my father's house,<br> + Wi' mickle sin and shame;<br> + I brocht thee up in gude grene wode,<br> + Under the heavy rain.<br> + Oft have I by thy cradle sitten,<br> + And fondly seen thee sleip;<br> + But now I gae about thy grave,<br> + The saut tears for to weip.</p> + +<p> And syne she kissd his bluidy cheik,<br> + And syne his bluidy chin:<br> + O better I loe my Gill Morice<br> + Than a' my kith and kin!<br> + Away, away, ze ill womàn,<br> + And an il deith mait ze dee:<br> + Gin I had kend he'd bin zour son,<br> + He'd neir bin slain for mee.</p> + +<p> Obraid me not, my Lord Barnard!<br> + Obraid me not for shame!<br> + Wi' that saim speir O pierce my heart!<br> + And put me out o' pain.<br> + Since nothing bot Gill Morice head<br> + Thy jelous rage could quell,<br> + Let that saim hand now tak hir life,<br> + That neir to thee did ill.</p> + +<p> To me nae after days nor nichts<br> + Will eir be saft or kind;<br> + I'll fill the air with heavy sighs,<br> + And greet till I am blind.<br> + Enouch of blood by me's been spilt,<br> + Seek not zour death frae mee;<br> + I rather lourd it had been my sel<br> + Than eather him or thee.</p> + +<p> With waefo wae I hear zour plaint;<br> + Sair, sair I rew the deid,<br> + That eir this cursed hand of mine<br> + Had gard his body bleid.<br> + Dry up zour tears, my winsome dame,<br> + Ze neir can heal the wound;<br> + Ze see his head upon the speir,<br> + His heart's blude on the ground.</p> + +<p> I curse the hand that did the deid,<br> + The heart that thocht the ill;<br> + The feet that bore me wi' sik speid,<br> + The comely zouth to kill.<br> + I'll ay lament for Gill Morice,<br> + As gin he were mine ain;<br> + I'll neir forget the dreiry day<br> + On which the zouth was slain.</p> + + +<img alt="210.jpg (37K)" src="images/210.jpg" height="372" width="356"> +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap07"></a>THE CHILD OF ELLE</h2> +<img alt="211.jpg (72K)" src="images/211.jpg" height="565" width="782"> +<br><br> + +<p> On yondre hill a castle standes<br> + With walles and towres bedight,<br> + And yonder lives the Child of Elle,<br> + A younge and comely knighte.</p> + +<p> The Child of Elle to his garden went,<br> + And stood at his garden pale,<br> + Whan, lo! he beheld fair Emmelines page<br> + Come trippinge downe the dale.</p> + +<p> The Child of Elle he hyed him thence,<br> + Y-wis he stoode not stille,<br> + And soone he mette faire Emmelines page<br> + Come climbinge up the hille.</p> + +<p> Nowe Christe thee save, thou little foot-page,<br> + Now Christe thee save and see!<br> + Oh telle me how does thy ladye gaye,<br> + And what may thy tydinges bee?</p> + +<p> My ladye shee is all woe-begone,<br> + And the teares they falle from her eyne;<br> + And aye she laments the deadlye feude<br> + Betweene her house and thine.</p> + +<p> And here shee sends thee a silken scarfe<br> + Bedewde with many a teare,<br> + And biddes thee sometimes thinke on her,<br> + Who loved thee so deare.</p> + +<p> And here shee sends thee a ring of golde<br> + The last boone thou mayst have,<br> + And biddes thee weare it for her sake,<br> + Whan she is layde in grave.</p> + +<p> For, ah! her gentle heart is broke,<br> + And in grave soone must shee bee,<br> + Sith her father hath chose her a new new love,<br> + And forbidde her to think of thee.</p> + +<p> Her father hath brought her a carlish knight,<br> + Sir John of the north countràye,<br> + And within three dayes she must him wedde,<br> + Or he vowes he will her slaye.</p> + +<p> Nowe hye thee backe, thou little foot-page,<br> + And greet thy ladye from mee,<br> + And telle her that I her owne true love<br> + Will dye, or sette her free.</p> + +<p> Nowe hye thee backe, thou little foot-page,<br> + And let thy fair ladye know<br> + This night will I bee at her bowre-windòwe,<br> + Betide me weale or woe.</p> + +<p> The boye he tripped, the boye he ranne,<br> + He neither stint ne stayd<br> + Untill he came to fair Emmelines bowre,<br> + Whan kneeling downe he sayd,</p> + +<p> O ladye, I've been with thine own true love,<br> + And he greets thee well by mee;<br> + This night will hee bee at thy bowre-windòwe,<br> + And dye or sett thee free.</p> + +<p> Nowe daye was gone, and night was come,<br> + And all were fast asleepe,<br> + All save the Ladye Emmeline,<br> + Who sate in her bowre to weepe:</p> + +<p> And soone shee heard her true loves voice<br> + Lowe whispering at the walle,<br> + Awake, awake, my deare ladyè,<br> + Tis I thy true love call.</p> + +<p> Awake, awake, my ladye deare,<br> + Come, mount this faire palfràye:<br> + This ladder of ropes will lette thee downe<br> + He carrye thee hence awaye.</p> + +<p> Nowe nay, nowe nay, thou gentle knight,<br> + Nowe nay, this may not bee;<br> + For aye shold I tint my maiden fame,<br> + If alone I should wend with thee.</p> + +<p> O ladye, thou with a knighte so true<br> + Mayst safelye wend alone,<br> + To my ladye mother I will thee bringe,<br> + Where marriage shall make us one.</p> + +<p> "My father he is a baron bolde,<br> + Of lynage proude and hye;<br> + And what would he saye if his daughtèr<br> + Awaye with a knight should fly</p> + +<p> "Ah! well I wot, he never would rest,<br> + Nor his meate should doe him no goode,<br> + Until he hath slayne thee, Child of Elle,<br> + And scene thy deare hearts bloode."</p> + +<p> O ladye, wert thou in thy saddle sette,<br> + And a little space him fro,<br> + I would not care for thy cruel fathèr,<br> + Nor the worst that he could doe.</p> + +<p> O ladye, wert thou in thy saddle sette,<br> + And once without this walle,<br> + I would not care for thy cruel fathèr<br> + Nor the worst that might befalle.</p> + +<p> Faire Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline wept,<br> + And aye her heart was woe:<br> + At length he seized her lilly-white hand,<br> + And downe the ladder he drewe:</p> + +<p> And thrice he clasped her to his breste,<br> + And kist her tenderlìe:<br> + The teares that fell from her fair eyes<br> + Ranne like the fountayne free.</p> + +<p> Hee mounted himselfe on his steede so talle,<br> + And her on a fair palfràye,<br> + And slung his bugle about his necke,<br> + And roundlye they rode awaye.</p> + +<p> All this beheard her owne damsèlle,<br> + In her bed whereas shee ley,<br> + Quoth shee, My lord shall knowe of this,<br> + Soe I shall have golde and fee.</p> + +<p> Awake, awake, thou baron bolde!<br> + Awake, my noble dame!<br> + Your daughter is fledde with the Child of Elle<br> + To doe the deede of shame.</p> + +<p> The baron he woke, the baron he rose,<br> + And called his merrye men all:<br> + "And come thou forth, Sir John the knighte,<br> + Thy ladye is carried to thrall."</p> + +<p> Faire Emmeline scant had ridden a mile,<br> + A mile forth of the towne,<br> + When she was aware of her fathers men<br> + Come galloping over the downe:</p> + +<p> And foremost came the carlish knight,<br> + Sir John of the north countràye:<br> + "Nowe stop, nowe stop, thou false traitòure,<br> + Nor carry that ladye awaye.</p> + +<p> "For she is come of hye lineàge,<br> + And was of a ladye borne,<br> + And ill it beseems thee, a false churl's sonne,<br> + To carrye her hence to scorne."</p> + +<p> Nowe loud thou lyest, Sir John the knight,<br> + Nowe thou doest lye of mee;<br> + A knight mee gott, and a ladye me bore,<br> + Soe never did none by thee</p> + +<p> But light nowe downe, my ladye faire,<br> + Light downe, and hold my steed,<br> + While I and this discourteous knighte<br> + Doe trye this arduous deede.</p> + +<p> But light now downe, my deare ladyè,<br> + Light downe, and hold my horse;<br> + While I and this discourteous knight<br> + Doe trye our valour's force.</p> + +<p> Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline wept,<br> + And aye her heart was woe,<br> + While twixt her love and the carlish knight<br> + Past many a baleful blowe.</p> + +<p> The Child of Elle hee fought so well,<br> + As his weapon he waved amaine,<br> + That soone he had slaine the carlish knight,<br> + And layd him upon the plaine.</p> + +<p> And nowe the baron and all his men<br> + Full fast approached nye:<br> + Ah! what may ladye Emmeline doe<br> + Twere nowe no boote to flye.</p> + +<p> Her lover he put his horne to his mouth,<br> + And blew both loud and shrill,<br> + And soone he saw his owne merry men<br> + Come ryding over the hill.</p> + +<p> "Nowe hold thy hand, thou bold baròn,<br> + I pray thee hold thy hand,<br> + Nor ruthless rend two gentle hearts<br> + Fast knit in true love's band.</p> + +<p> Thy daughter I have dearly loved<br> + Full long and many a day;<br> + But with such love as holy kirke<br> + Hath freelye sayd wee may.</p> + +<p> O give consent, shee may be mine,<br> + And blesse a faithfull paire:<br> + My lands and livings are not small,<br> + My house and lineage faire:</p> + +<p> My mother she was an earl's daughtèr,<br> + And a noble knyght my sire--<br> + The baron he frowned, and turn'd away<br> + With mickle dole and ire.</p> + +<p> Fair Emmeline sighed, faire Emmeline wept,<br> + And did all tremblinge stand:<br> + At lengthe she sprang upon her knee,<br> + And held his lifted hand.</p> + +<p> Pardon, my lorde and father deare,<br> + This faire yong knyght and mee:<br> + Trust me, but for the carlish knyght,<br> + I never had fled from thee.</p> + +<p> Oft have you called your Emmeline<br> + Your darling and your joye;<br> + O let not then your harsh resolves<br> + Your Emmeline destroye.</p> + +<p> The baron he stroakt his dark-brown cheeke,<br> + And turned his heade asyde<br> + To whipe awaye the starting teare<br> + He proudly strave to hyde.</p> + +<p> In deepe revolving thought he stoode,<br> + And mused a little space;<br> + Then raised faire Emmeline from the grounde,<br> + With many a fond embrace.</p> + +<p> Here take her, Child of Elle, he sayd,<br> + And gave her lillye white hand;<br> + Here take my deare and only child,<br> + And with her half my land:</p> + +<p> Thy father once mine honour wrongde<br> + In dayes of youthful pride;<br> + Do thou the injurye repayre<br> + In fondnesse for thy bride.</p> + +<p> And as thou love her, and hold her deare,<br> + Heaven prosper thee and thine:<br> + And nowe my blessing wend wi' thee,<br> + My lovelye Emmeline.</p> + +<img alt="221.jpg (25K)" src="images/221.jpg" height="394" width="218"> +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap08"></a>CHILD WATERS</h2> +<img alt="222.jpg (138K)" src="images/222.jpg" height="626" width="773"> +<br><br> +<a name="childwaters"></a> +<img alt="childwafers.jpg (166K)" src="images/childwafers.jpg" height="1021" width="750"> + +<p> Childe Waters in his stable stoode<br> + And stroakt his milke white steede:<br> + To him a fayre yonge ladye came<br> + As ever ware womans weede.</p> + +<p> Sayes, Christ you save, good Childe Waters;<br> + Sayes, Christ you save, and see:<br> + My girdle of gold that was too longe,<br> + Is now too short for mee.</p> + +<p> And all is with one chyld of yours,<br> + I feel sturre att my side:<br> + My gowne of greene it is too straighte;<br> + Before, it was too wide.</p> + +<p> If the child be mine, faire Ellen, he sayd,<br> + Be mine, as you tell mee;<br> + Then take you Cheshire and Lancashire both,<br> + Take them your owne to bee.</p> + +<p> If the childe be mine, fair Ellen, he sayd,<br> + Be mine, as you doe sweare;<br> + Then take you Cheshire and Lancashire both,<br> + And make that child your heyre.</p> + +<p> Shee saies, I had rather have one kisse,<br> + Child Waters, of thy mouth;<br> + Than I wolde have Cheshire and Lancashire both,<br> + That laye by north and south.</p> + +<p> And I had rather have one twinkling,<br> + Childe Waters, of thine ee;<br> + Then I wolde have Cheshire and Lancashire both,<br> + To take them mine owne to bee.</p> + +<p> To morrow, Ellen, I must forth ryde<br> + Farr into the north countrie;<br> + The fairest lady that I can find,<br> + Ellen, must goe with mee.</p> + +<p> 'Thoughe I am not that lady fayre,<br> + 'Yet let me go with thee:'<br> + And ever I pray you, Child Watèrs,<br> + Your foot-page let me bee.</p> + +<p> If you will my foot-page be, Ellen,<br> + As you doe tell to mee;<br> + Then you must cut your gowne of greene,<br> + An inch above your knee:</p> + +<p> Soe must you doe your yellow lockes,<br> + An inch above your ee:<br> + You must tell no man what is my name;<br> + My foot-page then you shall bee.</p> + +<p> Shee, all the long day Child Waters rode,<br> + Ran barefoote by his side;<br> + Yett was he never soe courteous a knighte,<br> + To say, Ellen, will you ryde?</p> + +<p> Shee, all the long day Child Waters rode,<br> + Ran barefoote thorow the broome;<br> + Yett hee was never soe curteous a knighte,<br> + To say, put on your shoone.</p> + +<p> Ride softlye, shee sayd, O Childe Waters,<br> + Why doe you ryde soe fast?<br> + The childe, which is no mans but thine,<br> + My bodye itt will brast.</p> + +<p> Hee sayth, seeth thou yonder water, Ellen,<br> + That flows from bank to brimme?--<br> + I trust to God, O Child Waters,<br> + You never will see mee swimme.</p> + +<p> But when shee came to the waters side,<br> + Shee sayled to the chinne:<br> + Except the Lord of heaven be my speed,<br> + Now must I learne to swimme.</p> + +<p> The salt waters bare up her clothes;<br> + Our Ladye bare upp her chinne:<br> + Childe Waters was a woe man, good Lord,<br> + To see faire Ellen swimme.</p> + +<p> And when shee over the water was,<br> + Shee then came to his knee:<br> + He said, Come hither, thou fair Ellèn,<br> + Loe yonder what I see.</p> + +<p> Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen?<br> + Of redd gold shines the yate;<br> + Of twenty foure faire ladyes there,<br> + The fairest is my mate.</p> + +<p> Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen?<br> + Of redd gold shines the towre:<br> + There are twenty four fair ladyes there,<br> + The fairest is my paramoure.</p> + +<p> I see the hall now, Child Waters,<br> + Of redd golde shines the yate:<br> + God give you good now of yourselfe,<br> + And of your worthye mate.</p> + +<p> I see the hall now, Child Waters,<br> + Of redd gold shines the towre:<br> + God give you good now of yourselfe,<br> + And of your paramoure.</p> + +<p> There twenty four fayre ladyes were<br> + A playing att the ball:<br> + And Ellen the fairest ladye there,<br> + Must bring his steed to the stall.</p> + +<p> There twenty four fayre ladyes were<br> + A playinge at the chesse;<br> + And Ellen the fayrest ladye there,<br> + Must bring his horse to gresse.</p> + +<p> And then bespake Childe Waters sister,<br> + These were the wordes said shee:<br> + You have the prettyest foot-page, brother,<br> + That ever I saw with mine ee.</p> + +<p> But that his bellye it is soe bigg,<br> + His girdle goes wonderous hie:<br> + And let him, I pray you, Childe Watères,<br> + Goe into the chamber with mee.</p> + +<p> It is not fit for a little foot-page,<br> + That has run throughe mosse and myre,<br> + To go into the chamber with any ladye,<br> + That weares soe riche attyre.</p> + +<p> It is more meete for a litle foot-page,<br> + That has run throughe mosse and myre,<br> + To take his supper upon his knee,<br> + And sitt downe by the kitchen fyer.</p> + +<p> But when they had supped every one,<br> + To bedd they tooke theyr waye:<br> + He sayd, come hither, my little foot-page,<br> + And hearken what I saye.</p> + +<p> Goe thee downe into yonder towne,<br> + And low into the street;<br> + The fayrest ladye that thou can finde,</p> + +<p> Hyer her in mine armes to sleepe,<br> + And take her up in thine armes twaine,<br> + For filinge of her feete.</p> + +<p> Ellen is gone into the towne,<br> + And low into the streete:<br> + The fairest ladye that she cold find,<br> + Shee hyred in his armes to sleepe;<br> + And tooke her up in her armes twayne,<br> + For filing of her feete.</p> + +<p> I pray you nowe, good Child Watèrs,<br> + Let mee lye at your bedds feete:<br> + For there is noe place about this house,<br> + Where I may 'saye a sleepe.</p> + +<p> 'He gave her leave, and faire Ellèn<br> + 'Down at his beds feet laye:'<br> + This done the nighte drove on apace,<br> + And when it was neare the daye,</p> + +<p> Hee sayd, Rise up, my litle foot-page,<br> + Give my steede corne and haye;<br> + And soe doe thou the good black oats,<br> + To carry mee better awaye.</p> + +<p> Up then rose the faire Ellèn,<br> + And gave his steede corne and hay:<br> + And soe shee did the good blacke oats,<br> + To carry him the better away.</p> + +<p> Shee leaned her backe to the manger side,<br> + And grievouslye did groane:<br> + Shee leaned her backe to the manger side,<br> + And there shee made her moane.</p> + +<p> And that beheard his mother deere,<br> + Shee heard her there monand.<br> + Shee sayd, Rise up, thou Childe Watèrs,<br> + I think thee a cursed man.</p> + +<p> For in thy stable is a ghost,<br> + That grievouslye doth grone:<br> + Or else some woman laboures of childe,<br> + She is soe woe-begone.</p> + +<p> Up then rose Childe Waters soon,<br> + And did on his shirte of silke;<br> + And then he put on his other clothes,<br> + On his body as white as milke.</p> + +<p> And when he came to the stable dore,<br> + Full still there he did stand,<br> + That hee mighte heare his fayre Ellèn<br> + Howe shee made her monànd.</p> + +<p> Shee sayd, Lullabye, mine owne deere child,<br> + Lullabye, dere child, dere;<br> + I wold thy father were a king,<br> + Thy mother layd on a biere.</p> + +<p> Peace now, he said, good faire Ellèn,<br> + Be of good cheere, I praye;<br> + And the bridal and the churching both<br> + Shall bee upon one day.</p> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap09"></a>KING EDWARD IV & THE TANNER OF TAMWORTH</h2> +<img alt="230.jpg (137K)" src="images/230.jpg" height="601" width="782"> +<br><br> + +<p> In summer time, when leaves grow greene,<br> + And blossoms bedecke the tree,<br> + King Edward wolde a hunting ryde,<br> + Some pastime for to see.</p> + +<p> With hawke and hounde he made him bowne,<br> + With horne, and eke with bowe;<br> + To Drayton Basset he tooke his waye,<br> + With all his lordes a rowe.</p> + +<p> And he had ridden ore dale and downe<br> + By eight of clocke in the day,<br> + When he was ware of a bold tannèr,<br> + Come ryding along the waye.</p> + +<p> A fayre russet coat the tanner had on<br> + Fast buttoned under his chin,<br> + And under him a good cow-hide,<br> + And a marc of four shilling.</p> + +<p> Nowe stand you still, my good lordes all,<br> + Under the grene wood spraye;<br> + And I will wend to yonder fellowe,<br> + To weet what he will saye.</p> + +<p> God speede, God speede thee, said our king.<br> + Thou art welcome, Sir, sayd hee.<br> + "The readyest waye to Drayton Basset<br> + I praye thee to shew to mee."</p> + +<p> "To Drayton Basset woldst thou goe,<br> + Fro the place where thou dost stand?<br> + The next payre of gallowes thou comest unto,<br> + Turne in upon thy right hand."</p> + +<p> That is an unreadye waye, sayd our king,<br> + Thou doest but jest, I see;<br> + Nowe shewe me out the nearest waye,<br> + And I pray thee wend with mee.</p> + +<p> Away with a vengeance! quoth the tanner:<br> + I hold thee out of thy witt:<br> + All daye have I rydden on Brocke my mare,<br> + And I am fasting yett.</p> + +<p> "Go with me downe to Drayton Basset,<br> + No daynties we will spare;<br> + All daye shalt thou eate and drinke of the best,<br> + And I will paye thy fare."</p> + +<p> Gramercye for nothing, the tanner replyde,<br> + Thou payest no fare of mine:<br> + I trowe I've more nobles in my purse,<br> + Than thou hast pence in thine.</p> + +<p> God give thee joy of them, sayd the king,<br> + And send them well to priefe.<br> + The tanner wolde faine have beene away,<br> + For he weende he had beene a thiefe.</p> + +<p> What art thou, hee sayde, thou fine fellowe,<br> + Of thee I am in great feare,<br> + For the clothes, thou wearest upon thy back,<br> + Might beseeme a lord to weare.</p> + +<p> I never stole them, quoth our king,<br> + I tell you, Sir, by the roode.<br> + "Then thou playest, as many an unthrift doth,<br> + And standest in midds of thy goode."</p> + +<p> What tydinges heare you, sayd the kynge,<br> + As you ryde farre and neare?<br> + "I heare no tydinges, Sir, by the masse,<br> + But that cowe-hides are deare."</p> + +<p> "Cow-hides! cow-hides! what things are those?<br> + I marvell what they bee?"<br> + What, art thou a foole? the tanner reply'd;<br> + I carry one under mee.</p> + +<p> What craftsman art thou, said the king,<br> + I pray thee tell me trowe.<br> + "I am a barker, Sir, by my trade;<br> + Nowe tell me what art thou?"</p> + +<p> I am a poor courtier, Sir, quoth he,<br> + That am forth of service worne;<br> + And faine I wolde thy prentise bee,<br> + Thy cunninge for to learne.</p> + +<p> Marrye heaven forfend, the tanner replyde,<br> + That thou my prentise were:<br> + Thou woldst spend more good than I shold winne<br> + By fortye shilling a yere.</p> + +<p> Yet one thinge wolde I, sayd our king,<br> + If thou wilt not seeme strange:<br> + Thoughe my horse be better than thy mare,<br> + Yet with thee I fain wold change.</p> + +<p> "Why if with me thou faine wilt change,<br> + As change full well maye wee,<br> + By the faith of my bodye, thou proude fellowe<br> + I will have some boot of thee."</p> + +<p> That were against reason, sayd the king,<br> + I sweare, so mote I thee:<br> + My horse is better than thy mare,<br> + And that thou well mayst see.</p> + +<p> "Yea, Sir, but Brocke is gentle and mild,<br> + And softly she will fare:<br> + Thy horse is unrulye and wild, I wiss;<br> + Aye skipping here and theare."</p> + +<p> What boote wilt thou have? our king reply'd;<br> + Now tell me in this stound.<br> + "Noe pence, nor halfpence, by my faye,<br> + But a noble in gold so round.</p> + +<p> "Here's twentye groates of white moneye,<br> + Sith thou will have it of mee."<br> + I would have sworne now, quoth the tanner,<br> + Thou hadst not had one pennie.</p> + +<p> But since we two have made a change,<br> + A change we must abide,<br> + Although thou hast gotten Brocke my mare,<br> + Thou gettest not my cowe-hide.</p> + +<p> I will not have it, sayd the kynge,<br> + I sweare, so mought I thee;<br> + Thy foule cowe-hide I wolde not beare,<br> + If thou woldst give it to mee.</p> + +<p> The tanner hee tooke his good cowe-hide,<br> + That of the cow was bilt;<br> + And threwe it upon the king's sadelle,<br> + That was soe fayrelye gilte.<br> + "Now help me up, thou fine fellowe,<br> + 'Tis time that I were gone:<br> + When I come home to Gyllian my wife,<br> + Sheel say I am a gentilmon."</p> + +<p> The king he tooke him up by the legge;<br> + The tanner a f----- lett fall.<br> + Nowe marrye, good fellowe, sayd the king,<br> + Thy courtesye is but small.</p> + +<p> When the tanner he was in the kinges sadèlle,<br> + And his foote in the stirrup was;<br> + He marvelled greatlye in his minde,<br> + Whether it were golde or brass.</p> + +<p> But when the steede saw the cows taile wagge,<br> + And eke the blacke cowe-horne;<br> + He stamped, and stared, and awaye he ranne,<br> + As the devill had him borne.</p> + +<p> The tanner he pulld, the tanner he sweat,<br> + And held by the pummil fast:<br> + At length the tanner came tumbling downe;<br> + His necke he had well-nye brast.</p> + +<p> Take thy horse again with a vengeance, he sayd,<br> + With mee he shall not byde.<br> + "My horse wolde have borne thee well enoughe,<br> + But he knewe not of thy cowe-hide.</p> + +<p> Yet if againe thou faine woldst change,<br> + As change full well may wee,<br> + By the faith of my bodye, thou jolly tannèr,<br> + I will have some boote of thee."</p> + +<p> What boote wilt thou have? the tanner replyd,<br> + Nowe tell me in this stounde.<br> + "Noe pence nor halfpence, Sir, by my faye,<br> + But I will have twentye pound."</p> + +<p> "Here's twentye groates out of my purse;<br> + And twentye I have of thine:<br> + And I have one more, which we will spend<br> + Together at the wine."</p> + +<p> The king set a bugle home to his mouthe,<br> + And blewe both loude and shrille:<br> + And soone came lords, and soone came knights,<br> + Fast ryding over the hille.</p> + +<p> Nowe, out alas! the tanner he cryde,<br> + That ever I sawe this daye!<br> + Thou art a strong thiefe, yon come thy fellowes<br> + Will beare my cowe-hide away.</p> + +<p> They are no thieves, the king replyde,<br> + I sweare, soe mote I thee:<br> + But they are the lords of the north countrèy,<br> + Here come to hunt with mee.</p> + +<p> And soone before our king they came,<br> + And knelt downe on the grounde:<br> + Then might the tanner have beene awaye,<br> + He had lever than twentye pounde.</p> + +<p> A coller, a coller, here: sayd the king,<br> + A coller he loud gan crye:<br> + Then woulde he lever than twentye pound,<br> + He had not beene so nighe.</p> + +<p> A coller, a coller, the tanner he sayd,<br> + I trowe it will breed sorrowe:<br> + After a coller cometh a halter,<br> + I trow I shall be hang'd to-morrowe.</p> + +<p> Be not afraid, tanner, said our king;<br> + I tell thee, so mought I thee,<br> + Lo here I make thee the best esquire<br> + That is in the North countrie.</p> + +<p> For Plumpton-parke I will give thee,<br> + With tenements faire beside:<br> + 'Tis worth three hundred markes by the yeare,<br> + To maintaine thy good cowe-hide.</p> + +<p> Gramercye, my liege, the tanner replyde,<br> + For the favour thou hast me showne;<br> + If ever thou comest to merry Tamwòrth,<br> + Neates leather shall clout thy shoen.</p> + + +<img alt="238.jpg (24K)" src="images/238.jpg" height="418" width="259"> +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap10"></a>SIR PATRICK SPENS</h2> +<img alt="239.jpg (78K)" src="images/239.jpg" height="416" width="809"> +<br><br> + +<p> The king sits in Dumferling toune,<br> + Drinking the blude-reid wine:<br> + O quhar will I get guid sailòr,<br> + To sail this schip of mine.</p> + +<p> Up and spak an eldern knicht,<br> + Sat at the kings richt kne:<br> + Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailòr,<br> + That sails upon the se.</p> + +<p> The king has written a braid letter,<br> + And signd it wi' his hand;<br> + And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,<br> + Was walking on the sand.</p> + +<p> The first line that Sir Patrick red,<br> + A loud lauch lauched he:<br> + The next line that Sir Patrick red,<br> + The teir blinded his ee.</p> + +<p> O quha is this has don this deid,<br> + This ill deid don to me;<br> + To send me out this time o' the zeir,<br> + To sail upon the se.</p> + +<p> Mak hast, mak haste, my mirry men all,<br> + Our guid schip sails the morne,<br> + O say na sae, my master deir,<br> + For I feir a deadlie storme.</p> + +<p> Late late yestreen I saw the new moone<br> + Wi' the auld moone in hir arme;<br> + And I feir, I feir, my deir master,<br> + That we will com to harme.</p> + +<p> O our Scots nobles wer richt laith<br> + To weet their cork-heild schoone;<br> + Bot lang owre a' the play wer playd,<br> + Thair hats they swam aboone.</p> + +<p> O lang, lang, may thair ladies sit<br> + Wi' thair fans into their hand,<br> + Or eir they se Sir Patrick Spens<br> + Cum sailing to the land.</p> + +<p> O lang, lang, may the ladies stand<br> + Wi' thair gold kems in their hair,<br> + Waiting for thair ain deir lords,<br> + For they'll se thame na mair.</p> + +<p> Have owre, have owre to Aberdour,<br> + It's fiftie fadom deip:<br> + And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spens,<br> + Wi' the Scots lords at his feit.</p> + +<img alt="241.jpg (33K)" src="images/241.jpg" height="342" width="402"> +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap11"></a>THE EARL OF MAR'S DAUGHTER</h2> +<img alt="242.jpg (94K)" src="images/242.jpg" height="515" width="776"> +<br><br> +<a name="mars"></a> +<img alt="mars.jpg (166K)" src="images/mars.jpg" height="983" width="750"> + +<p> It was intill a pleasant time,<br> + Upon a simmer's day,<br> + The noble Earl of Mar's daughter<br> + Went forth to sport and play.</p> + +<p> As thus she did amuse hersell,<br> + Below a green aik tree,<br> + There she saw a sprightly doo<br> + Set on a tower sae hie.</p> + +<p> "O cow-me-doo, my love sae true,<br> + If ye'll come down to me,<br> + Ye 'se hae a cage o guid red gowd<br> + Instead o simple tree:</p> + +<p> "I'll put growd hingers roun your cage,<br> + And siller roun your wa;<br> + I'll gar ye shine as fair a bird<br> + As ony o them a'."</p> + +<p> But she hadnae these words well spoke,<br> + Nor yet these words well said,<br> + Till Cow-me-doo flew frae the tower<br> + And lighted on her head.</p> + +<p> Then she has brought this pretty bird<br> + Hame to her bowers and ba,<br> + And made him shine as fair a bird<br> + As ony o them a'.</p> + +<p> When day was gane, and night was come,<br> + About the evening tide,<br> + This lady spied a sprightly youth<br> + Stand straight up by her side.</p> + +<p> "From whence came ye, young man?" she said;<br> + "That does surprise me sair;<br> + My door was bolted right secure,<br> + What way hae ye come here?"</p> + +<p> "O had your tongue, ye lady fair,<br> + Lat a' your folly be;<br> + Mind ye not on your turtle-doo<br> + Last day ye brought wi thee?"</p> + +<p> "O tell me mair, young man," she said,<br> + "This does surprise me now;<br> + What country hae ye come frae?<br> + What pedigree are you?"</p> + +<p> "My mither lives on foreign isles,<br> + She has nae mair but me;<br> + She is a queen o wealth and state,<br> + And birth and high degree.</p> + +<p> "Likewise well skilld in magic spells,<br> + As ye may plainly see,<br> + And she transformd me to yon shape,<br> + To charm such maids as thee.</p> + +<p> "I am a doo the live-lang day,<br> + A sprightly youth at night;<br> + This aye gars me appear mair fair<br> + In a fair maiden's sight.</p> + +<p> "And it was but this verra day<br> + That I came ower the sea;<br> + Your lovely face did me enchant;<br> + I'll live and dee wi thee."</p> + +<p> "O Cow-me-doo, my luve sae true,<br> + Nae mair frae me ye 'se gae;<br> + That's never my intent, my luve,<br> + As ye said, it shall be sae."</p> + +<p> "O Cow-me-doo, my luve sae true,<br> + It's time to gae to bed;"<br> + "Wi a' my heart, my dear marrow,<br> + It's be as ye hae said."</p> + +<p> Then he has staid in bower wi her<br> + For sax lang years and ane,<br> + Till sax young sons to him she bare,<br> + And the seventh she's brought hame.</p> + +<p> But aye as ever a child was born<br> + He carried them away,<br> + And brought them to his mither's care,<br> + As fast as he coud fly.</p> + +<p> Thus he has staid in bower wi her<br> + For twenty years and three;<br> + There came a lord o high renown<br> + To court this fair ladie.</p> + +<p> But still his proffer she refused,<br> + And a' his presents too;<br> + Says, I'm content to live alane<br> + Wi my bird, Cow-me-doo.</p> + +<p> Her father sware a solemn oath<br> + Amang the nobles all,<br> + "The morn, or ere I eat or drink,<br> + This bird I will gar kill."</p> + +<p> The bird was sitting in his cage,<br> + And heard what they did say;<br> + And when he found they were dismist,<br> + Says, Wae's me for this day!</p> + +<p> "Before that I do langer stay,<br> + And thus to be forlorn,<br> + I'll gang unto my mither's bower,<br> + Where I was bred and born."</p> + +<p> Then Cow-me-doo took flight and flew<br> + Beyond the raging sea,<br> + And lighted near his mither's castle,<br> + On a tower o gowd sae hie.</p> + +<p> As his mither was wauking out,<br> + To see what she coud see,<br> + And there she saw her little son,<br> + Set on the tower sae hie.</p> + +<p> "Get dancers here to dance," she said,<br> + "And minstrells for to play;<br> + For here's my young son, Florentine,<br> + Come here wi me to stay."</p> + +<p> "Get nae dancers to dance, mither,<br> + Nor minstrells for to play,<br> + For the mither o my seven sons,<br> + The morn's her wedding-day."</p> + +<p> "O tell me, tell me, Florentine,<br> + Tell me, and tell me true,<br> + Tell me this day without a flaw,<br> + What I will do for you."</p> + +<p> "Instead of dancers to dance, mither,<br> + Or minstrells for to play,<br> + Turn four-and-twenty wall-wight men<br> + Like storks in feathers gray;</p> + +<p> "My seven sons in seven swans,<br> + Aboon their heads to flee;<br> + And I mysell a gay gos-hawk,<br> + A bird o high degree."</p> + +<p> Then sichin said the queen hersell,<br> + "That thing's too high for me;"<br> + But she applied to an auld woman,<br> + Who had mair skill than she.</p> + +<p> Instead o dancers to dance a dance,<br> + Or minstrells for to play,<br> + Four-and-twenty wall-wight men<br> + Turnd birds o feathers gray;</p> + +<p> Her seven sons in seven swans,<br> + Aboon their heads to flee;<br> + And he himsell a gay gos-hawk,<br> + A bird o high degree.</p> + +<p> This flock o birds took flight and flew<br> + Beyond the raging sea,<br> + And landed near the Earl Mar's castle,<br> + Took shelter in every tree.</p> + +<p> They were a flock o pretty birds,<br> + Right comely to be seen;<br> + The people viewed them wi surprise,<br> + As they dancd on the green.</p> + +<p> These birds ascended frae the tree<br> + And lighted on the ha,<br> + And at the last wi force did flee<br> + Amang the nobles a'.</p> + +<p> The storks there seized some o the men,<br> + They coud neither fight nor flee;<br> + The swans they bound the bride's best man<br> + Below a green aik tree.</p> + +<p> They lighted next on maidens fair,<br> + Then on the bride's own head,<br> + And wi the twinkling o an ee<br> + The bride and them were fled.</p> + +<p> There's ancient men at weddings been<br> + For sixty years or more,<br> + But sic a curious wedding-day<br> + They never saw before.</p> + +<p> For naething coud the companie do.<br> + Nor naething coud they say<br> + But they saw a flock o pretty birds<br> + That took their bride away.</p> + +<p> When that Earl Mar he came to know<br> + Where his dochter did stay,<br> + He signd a bond o unity,<br> + And visits now they pay.</p> + +<img alt="249.jpg (26K)" src="images/249.jpg" height="394" width="446"> +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + + + + +<br> +<br> +<hr> +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of A Book of Ballads, Volume 3, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A BOOK OF BALLADS, VOLUME 3 *** + +***** This file should be named 7533-h.htm or 7533-h.zip ***** +This and 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