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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads, Vol. 5 — Francis James Child

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by Francis James Child (1882–1898)

Francis James Child (1825–1896) was a professor of English at Harvard and one of the founders of American literary scholarship. Between 1882 and 1898 he published “The English and Scottish Popular Ballads,” the critical edition that gathered every traditional English and Scottish ballad he could locate — 305 numbered ballads in all — together with every distinct manuscript or printed text (“version”) of each one that he judged worth preserving, drawn from over fifty manuscripts and several hundred printed sources. The collection has no rival in scope: it remains the standard reference for the English-language ballad tradition, and its ballads are still cited today simply by “Child number” — Child 1 through Child 305.

This is Volume 5 of a five-volume Good Works Library edition, covering ballads 218 through 305, from “218. The False Lover Won Back” to “305. The Outlaw Murray.” Each ballad appears under its Child number and title, with every version the source etext preserves, each version's manuscript or print source note, and Child's own bracketed textual insertions and dot-and-asterisk markers for passages missing or illegible in the original manuscripts, all left exactly as the source has them.

This edition is prepared from the local sacred-texts.com mirror's digitization of the ballad texts, not from a fresh transcription of Child's print volumes. The mirror's own index page states plainly that “the ultimate Child ballad etext has yet to be constructed” and that its text, assembled from a University of Colorado ballad corpus rather than scanned page images, “lacks the apparatus and, apparently, some of the variations of the original text, and has some lacunae and glitches.” The Colophon below states exactly what that means for this volume.

Contents

218. The False Lover Won Back

Version A

1 A FAIR maid sat in her bower-door,
Wringing her lily hands,
And by it came a sprightly youth,
Fast tripping oer the strands.

2 ‘Where gang ye, young John,’ she says,
‘Sae early in the day?
It gars me think, by your fast trip,
Your journey’s far away.’

3 He turnd about wi surly look,
And said, What’s that to thee?
I’m gaen to see a lovely maid,
Mair fairer far than ye.

4 ‘Now hae ye playd me this, fause love,
In simmer, mid the flowers?
I shall repay ye back again,
In winter, mid the showers.

5 ‘But again, dear love, and again, dear love,
Will ye not turn again?
For as ye look to other women,
I shall to other men.’

6 ‘Make your choice of whom you please,
For I my choice will have;
I’ve chosen a maid more fair than thee,
I never will deceive.’

7 But she’s kilt up her claithing fine,
And after him gaed she;
But aye he said, Ye’ll turn again,
Nae farder gae wi me.

8 ‘But again, dear love, and again, dear love,
Will ye never love me again?
Alas for loving you sae well,
And you nae me again!’

9 The first an town that they came till,
He bought her brooch and ring;
And aye he bade her turn again,
And gang nae farder wi him.

10 ‘But again, dear love, and again, dear love,
Will ye never love me again?
Alas for loving you sae well,
And you nae me again!’

11 The next an town that they came till,
He bought her muff and gloves;
But aye he bade her turn again,
And choose some other loves.

12 ‘But again, dear love, and again, dear love,
Will ye never love me again?
Alas for loving you sae well,
And you nae me again!’

13 The next an town that they came till,
His heart it grew mair fain,
And he was as deep in love wi her
As she was ower again.

14 The next an town that they came till,
He bought her wedding gown,
And made her lady of ha’s and bowers,
Into sweet Berwick town.

Version B

1 THE sun shines high on yonder hill,
And low on yonder town;
In the place where my love Johnny dwells,
The sun gaes never down.

2 ‘O when will ye be back, bonny lad,
O when will ye be hame?
‘When heather-hills are nine times brunt,
And a’ grown green again.’

3 ‘O that’s ower lang awa, bonny lad,
O that’s ower lang frae hame;
For I’ll be dead and in my grave
Ere ye come back again.’

4 He put his foot into the stirrup
And said he maun go ride,
But she kilted up her green claithing
And said she woudna bide.

5 The firsten town that they came to,
He bought her hose and sheen,
And bade her rue and return again,
And gang nae farther wi him.

6 ‘Ye likena me at a’, bonny lad,
Ye likena me at a’;’
‘It’s sair for you likes me sae weel
And me nae you at a’.’

7 The nexten town that they came to,
He bought her a braw new gown,
And bade her rue and return again,
And gang nae farther wi him.

8 The nexten town that they came to,
He bought her a wedding ring,
And bade her dry her rosy cheeks,
And he would tak her wi him.

9 ‘O wae be to your bonny face,
And your twa blinkin een!
And wae be to your rosy cheeks!
They’ve stown this heart o mine.

10 ‘There’s comfort for the comfortless,
There’s honey for the bee;
There’s comfort for the comfortless,
There’s nane but you for me.’

219. The Gardener

Version A

1 THE gardener stands in his bower-door,
With a primrose in his hand,
And by there came a leal maiden,
As jimp’s a willow wand.
And by, etc.

2 ‘O lady, can you fancy me,
For to be my bride,
You’ll get a’ the flowers in my garden,
To be to you a weed.

3 ‘The lily white shall be your smock;
Becomes your body neat;
And your head shall be deckd with jelly-flower,
And the primrose in your breast.

4 ‘Your gown shall be o the sweet-william,
Your coat o camovine,
And your apron o the salads neat,
That taste baith sweet and fine.

5 ‘Your stockings shall be o the broad kail-blade,
That is baith broad and long;
And narrow, narrow at the coot,
And broad, broad at the brawn.

6 ‘Your gloves shall be the marygold,
All glittering to your hand,
Well spread oer wi the blue blaewort,
That grows in corn-land.’

7 ‘O fare you well, young man,’ she says,
‘Farewell, and I bid adieu;
Since you’ve provided a weed for me,
Among the summer flowers,
Then I’ll provide another for you,
Among the winter showers.

8 ‘The new-fallen snow to be your smock;
Becomes your body neat;
And your head shall be deckd with the eastern wind,
And the cold rain on your breast.’

Version B

1 ALL ye young men, I pray draw near,
I’ll let you hear my mind
Concerning those who fickle are,
And inconstant as the wind.

2 A pretty maid who late livd here,
And sweetheatrs many had,
The gardener-lad he viewd them all,
Just as they came and gaed.

3 The gardener-lad he viewd them all,
But swore he had no skill:
‘If I were to go as oft to her,
Ye surely would me kill.

4 ‘I’m sure she’s not a proper maid,
I’m sure she is not tall;’
Another young man standing by,
he said, Slight none at all.

5 ‘For we’re all come of woman,’ he said,
‘If ye woud call to mind,
And to all women for her sake
Ye surely should be kind.’

6 ‘The summer hours and warm showers
Make the the trees yield in the ground,
And kindly words will woman win,
And this maid I’ll surround.’

7 The maid then stood in her bower-door,
As straight as ony wand,
When by it came the gardener-lad,
With his hat in his hand.

8 ‘Will ye live on fruit,’ he said?
‘Or will ye marry me?
And amongst the flowers in my garden
I’ll shape a weed for thee.’

9 ‘I will live on fruit,’ she says,
‘But I’ll never marry thee;
For I can live without mankind,
And without mankind I’ll die.’

10 ‘Ye shall not live without mankind,
If ye’ll accept of me;
For among the flowers in my garden
I’ll shape a weed for thee.

11 ‘The lily white to be your smock;
Becomes your body best;
And the jelly-flower to be your quill,
And the red rose in your breast.

12 ‘Your gown shall be o the pingo white,
Your petticoat cammovine,
Your apron o the seel o downs;
Come smile, sweet heart o mine!

13 ‘Your shoes shall be o the gude rue red-+--+-
Never did I garden ill-+--+-
Your stockings o the mary mild;
Come smile, sweet heart, your fill!

14 ‘Your gloves shall be o the green clover,
Comes lockerin to your hand,
Well dropped oer wi blue blavers,
That grow among white land.’

15 ‘Young man, ye’ve shap’d a weed for me,
In summer among your flowers;
Now I will shape another for you,
Among the winter showers.

16 ‘The snow so white shall be your shirt;
It becomes your body best;
The cold bleak wind to be your coat,
And the cold wind in your breast.

17 ‘The steed that you shall ride upon
Shall be o the weather snell,
Well bridled wi the northern wind,
And cold sharp showers o hail.

18 ‘The hat you on your head shall wear
Shall be o the weather gray,
And aye when you come into my sight
I’ll wish you were away.’

Version C

1 BURD ELLEN stands in her bower-door,
As straucht ’s a hollan wand,
And by it comes the gairdner-lad,
Wi a red rose in his hand.

2 Says, I have shapen a weed for thee
Amang my simmer flowers;
. . . .
. . .

3 ‘Gin ye hae shapen a weed for me,
Amang your simmer flowers,
It’s I’ll repay ye back again,
Amang the winter showers.

4 ‘The steed that ye sall ride upon
Sall be o the frost sae snell,
And I’ll saddle him wi the norlan winds,
And some sharp showers o hail.’

220. The Bonny Lass of Anglesley

Version A

1 OUR king he has a secret to tell,
And ay well keepit it must be:
The English lords are coming down
To dance and win the victory.

2 Our king has cry’d a noble cry,
And ay well keepit it must be:
‘Gar saddle ye, and bring to me
The bonny lass of Anglesey.’

3 Up she starts, as white as the milk,
Between him and his company:
What is the thing I hae to ask,
If I sould win the victory?’

4 ‘Fifteen ploughs but and a mill
I gie thee till the day thou die,
And the fairest knight in a’ my court
To chuse thy husband for to be.’

5 She’s taen the fifteen lord[s] by the hand,
Saying, ‘Will ye come dance with me?’
But on the morn at ten o’clock
They gave it oer most shamefully.

6 Up then rais the fifteenth lord-+--+-
I wat an angry man was he-+--+-
Laid by frae him his belt and sword,
And to the floor gaed manfully.

7 He said, ‘My feet shall be my dead
Before she win the victory;’
But before ’twas ten o’clock at night
He gaed it oer as shamefully.

Version B

1 WORD has gane thro a’ this land,
And O well noticed it maun be!
The English lords are coming down
To dance and gain the victorie.

2 The king has made a noble cry,
And well attended it maun be:
‘Come saddle ye, and bring to me
The bonny lass o Englessie.’

3 She started up, a’ dress’d in white,
Between him and his companie;
Said, What will ye gie, my royal liege,
If I will dance this dance for thee?

4 ‘Five good ploughs but and a mill
I’ll give you till the day ye die;
The bravest knight in all my court,
I’ll give, your husband for to be.’

5 She’s taen the first lord by the hand,
Says, ‘Ye’ll rise up and dance wi me;’
But she made a’ these lords fifeteen
To gie it up right shamefullie.

6 Then out it speaks a younger lord,
Says, ‘Fye for shame! how can this be?’
He loosd his brand frae aff his side,
Likewise his buckler frae his knee.

7 He sware his feet should be his dead
Before he lost the victorie;
He danc’d full fast, but tired at last,
And gae it up as shamefullie.

221. Katherine Jafray

Version A

1 THERE livd a lass in yonder dale,
And doun in yonder glen, O
And Kathrine Jaffray was her name,
Well known by many men. O

2 Out came the Laird of Lauderdale,
Out frae the South Countrie,
All for to court this pretty maid,
Her bridegroom for to be.

3 He has teld her father and mither baith,
And a’ the rest o her kin,
And has teld the lass hersell,
And her consent has win.

4 Then came the Laird of Lochinton,
Out frae the English border,
All for to court this pretty maid,
Well mounted in good order.

5 He’s teld her father and mither baith,
As I hear sindry say,
But he has nae teld the lass her sell,
Till on her wedding day.

6 When day was set, and friends were met,
And married to be,
Lord Lauderdale came to the place,
The bridal for to see.

7 ‘O are you came for sport, young man?
Or are you come for play?
Or are you come for a sight o our bride,
Just on her wedding day?’

8 ‘I’m nouther come for sport,’ he says,
‘Nor am I come for play;
But if I had one sight o your bride,
I’ll mount and ride away.’

9 There was a glass of the red wine
Filld up them atween,
And ay she drank to Lauderdale,
Wha her true-love had been.

10 Then he took her by the milk-white hand,
And by the grass-green sleeve,
And he mounted her high behind him there,
At the bridegroom he askt nae leive.

11 Then the blude run down by the Cowden Banks,
And down by Cowden Braes,
And ay she gard the trumpet sound,
‘O this is foul, foul play!’

12 Now a’ ye that in England are,
Or are in England born,
Come nere to Scotland to court a lass,
Or else ye’l get the scorn.

13 They haik ye up and settle ye by,
Till on your wedding day,
And gie ye frogs instead o fish,
And play ye foul, foul play.

Version B

1 THE gallant laird of Lamington
Cam frae the North Countree
To court a gallant gay lady,
And wi presents entered he.

2 He neither stood for gould nor gear-+--+-
For she was a well-fared may-+--+-
And whan he got her friends’ consent
He set the wedding-day.

3 She’s sent unto her first fere love,
Gin he would come to see,
And he has sent word back again
Weel answered should she be.

4 He has sent a messenger
Right quietly throe the land,
Wi mony armed men,
To be at his command.

5 The bridegroom looked out at a high window,
Beheld baith dool and doon,
And there he spied her first fere love,
Come riding to the toun.

6 She scoffed and she scorned him,
Upo the wedding-day,
And said it had been the Fairy Court
That he had seen in array.

7 But as he sat at yon table-head,
Amo yon gentlemen,
And he began to speak some words
That na ane there could ken.

8 ‘There is a lass into this town-+--+-
She is a weel-far’d may-+--+-
She is another man’s bride today,
But she’ll play him foul play.’

9 Up did start the bonny bridegroom,
His hat into his hand,
. . . .
. . .

10 ‘O came you here, young man, to fight?
Or came you here to flee?
Or cam you here to drink good wine,
And be good company?’

11 They filled a cup o good red wine,
Drunk out between them twa:
‘For one dance wi your bonny bride,
I shall gae hame my wa.’

12 He’s taen her by the milk-white hand,
And by the grass-green sleeve,
He’s mounted her high behind himself,
At her kin’s speired nae leave.

13 Now . . .
And swords flew in the skies,
And droop and drowsie was the blood
Ran our yon lilly braes.

14 The blood ran our the lilly bank,
And our the lilly brae,
And sighing said the bonny bride,
‘A, wae’s me for foul play!’

15 ‘My blessing on your heart, sweet thing,
Wae to your wilfu will!
So many a gallant gentleman’s blood
This day as ye’ve garred spill.

16 ‘But a’ you that is norland men,
If you be norland born,
Come never south to wed a bryde,
For they’ll play you the scorn.

17 ‘They will play you the scorn
Upo your wedding-day,
And gie you frogs instead o fish,
And do you foul, foul play.’

Version C

1 THERE leeft a may, an a weel-far’d may,
High, high up in yon glen; O
Her name was Katarine Janfarie,
She was courtit by monie men. O

2 Up then cam Lord Lauderdale,
Up thrae the Lawland border,
And he has come to court this may,
A’ mountit in gude order.

3 He’s telld her father, he’s telld her mother,
An a’ the lave o her kin,
An he has telld the bonnie lass hersel,
An has her favour win.

4 Out then cam Lord Faughanwood,
Out frae the English border,
An for to court this well-far’d may,
A’ mountit in gude order.

5 He telld her father, he telld her mother,
An a’ the rest o her kin,
But he neer telld the bonnie lass hersell
Till on her waddin-een.

6 When they war a’ at denner set,
Drinkin the bluid-red wine,
’Twas up then cam Lord Lauderdale,
The bridegroom soud hae been.

7 Up then spak Lord Faughanwood,
An he spak very slee:
‘O are ye come for sport?’ he says,
‘Or are ye come for play?
Or are ye come for a kiss o our bride,
An the morn her waddin-day?’

8 ‘O I’m no come for ought,’ he says,
‘But for some sport or play;
An ae word o yer bonnie bride,
Than I’ll horse an ride away.’

9 She filld a cup o the gude red wine,
Sh filld it to the ee:
‘Here’s a health to you, Lord Lauderdale,
An a’ your companie.’

10 She filld a cup o the gude red wine,
She filld it to the brim:
‘Here’s a health to you, Lord Lauderdale,
My bridegroom should hae been.’

11 He’s taen her by the milk-white hand,
And by the gars-green sleeve,
An he has mountit her behind him,
O the bridegroom spierd nae leave.

12 ‘It’[s] now take yer bride, Lord Faughanwood,
Now take her an ye may;
But if ye take yer bride again
We will ca it foul play.’

13 There war four a twenty bonnie boys,
A’ clad i the simple gray;
They said the wad take their bride again,
By the strang hand an the may.

14 Some o them were fu willin men,
But they war na willin a’;
Sae four an twentie ladies gay
Bade them ride on their way.

15 The bluid ran down by the Cadan bank,
An in by the Cadan brae,
An ther the gard the piper play
It was a’ for foul, foul play.

16 A’ ye lords in fair England
That live by the English border,
Gang never to Scotland to seek a wife,
Or than ye’ll get the scorn.

17 They’ll keep ye up i temper guid
Untill yer wadin-day,
They’ll thraw ye frogs instead o fish,
An steal your bride away.

Version D

1 There lives a lass into yon bank,
She lives hersell alone,
Her name is Kathrine Jamphray,
Well known by many a one.

2 Than came the Laird of Lamington,
It’s frae the West Countrie,
And for to court this bonnie may,
Her bridegroom hopes to be.

3 He asked at her father, sae did he at her mother,
And the chief of all her kin,
But still he askd the lass hersell,
Till he had her true love won.

4 At length the Laird of Lachenware
Came from the English border,
And for to court this bonnie bride,
Was mounted in good order.

5 He asked at her father, sae did he at her mother,
As I heard many say,
But he never loot the lassie wit
Till on her wedding-day.

6 She sent a spy into the west
Where Lamington might be,
That an he wad come and meet wi her
That she wad with him gae.

7 They taen her on to Lachenware,
As they have thought it meet;
They taen her on to Lachanware,
The wedding to compleat.

8 When they came to Lachanware,
And near-han by the town,
There was a dinner-making,
Wi great mirth and renown.

9 Lamington has mounted twenty-four wiel-wight men,
Well mounted in array,
And he’s away to see his bonnie bride,
Just on her wedding-day.

10 When she came out into the green,
Amang her company,
Says, Lamington and Lachanware
This day shall fight for me.’

11 When he came to Lachanware,
And lighted on the green,
There was a cup of good red wine
Was filled them between,
And ay she drank to Lamington,
Her former love who’d been.

12 It’s out and spake the bridegroom,
And a angrie man was he:
‘It’s wha is this, my bonnie bride,
That ye loe better than me?

13 RR’rrit’s came you here for sport, young man?
Or came you here for play?
Or came you for a sight of my bonnie bride,
Upon her wedding-day?’

14 ‘I came not here for sport,’ he says,
‘Nor came I here for play;
But an I had ae word of your bride,
I’ll horse and gae my way.’

15 The first time that he calld on her,
Her answer was him Nay;
But the next time that he calld on her,
She was not slow to gae.

16 He took her by the milk-white hand,
And by the grass-green sleeve,
He’s pulld her on behind him,
At the bridegroom speard nae leave.

17 The blood ran up the caden bank,
And down the Caden brae,
And ay she bade the trumpet sound
‘It’s a’ for foul, foul play.’

18 ‘I wonder o you English squires,
That are in England born,
That ye come to court our Scots lasses,
For fear ye get the scorn.

19 ‘For fear you get the scorn,’ she says,
‘Upon your wedding-day;
They’ll gee you frogs instead of fish,
And take your bride away.’

20 Fair fa the lads of Lamington,
Has taen their bride away!
They’ll set them up in temper wood
And scorn you all day.

Version E

1 BONNY Cathrin Jaffray,
That proper maid sae fare,
She has loved young Lochinvar,
She made him no compare.

2 He courted her the live-long winter-night,
Sae has he the simmer’s day;
He has courted her sae long
Till he sta her heart away.

3 But the lusty laird of Lamendall
Came frae the South Country,
An for to gain this lady’s love
In entreid he.

4 . . . .
. . .
He has gained her friends’ consent,
An sett the wedding-day.

5 The wedding-day being set,
An a’ man to it . . . ,
She sent for her first fair love,
The wedding to come to.

6 His father an his mother came,
. . .
They came a’, but he came no;
It was a foul play.

7 Lochinvar, as his comrads
Sat drinkine at the wine,
[‘Fie] on you,’ said his comrads,
‘Tak yer bride for shame.

8 ‘Had she been mine, as she was yours,
An done as she has done to you,
I wad tak her on her bridal-day,
Fra a’ her companie.

9 ‘Fra a’ her companie,
Without any other stay;
I wad gie them frogs insted o fish,
An tak their bride away.’

10 He gat fifty young men,
They were gallant and gay,
An fifty maidens,
An left them on a lay.

11 Whan he cam in by Callien bank,
An in by Callien brae,
He left his company
Dancing on a lay.

12 He cam to the bridal-house,
An in entred he;
. . .
. . .

13 ‘There was young man in this place
Loved well a comly may,
But the day she gaes an ither man’s bride,
An played him foul play.

14 ‘Had it been me as it was him,
An don as she has don him tee,
I wad he geen them frogs instead a fish,
An taen their bride away.’

15 The English spiered gin he wad fight;
It spak well in his mind;
. . .
. . .

16 ‘It was no for fightin I cam here,
But to bear good fellowship;
Gae me a glass wi your bridegroom,
An so I go my way.’

17 The glass was filled o guid red wine,
. . . between them twa:
‘Man, man I see yer bride,
An so I gae my waa.’

18 He was on guid horseback,
An whipt the bride him wi;
She grat an wrang her hands,
An said, ‘It is foul play.

19 . . . .
‘An this I dare well say,
For this day I gaed anither man’s bride,
An it’s been foul play.’

20 But now sh’s Lochinvar’s wife,
. . . .
He gaed them frogs instead o fish,
An tain their bride away.

Version F

1 BONNY catherine Janferry,
The dainty dame so fair,
She’s faun in love wi young Lochinvar,
And she loved him without compare.

2 She loved him well, and wondrous well
To change her mind away;
But the day she goes another man’s bride,
And plays him foul play.

3 Home came the Laird o Lauderdale,
A’ from the South Countree,
And a’ to court this weel-fart may,
And I wat good tent took he.

4 Gold nor gear he did no spare,
She was so fair a may,
And he agreed wi her friends all,
And set the wedding-day.

5 She sent for her first true-love,
Her wedding to come tee;
His father and his mother both,
They were to come him wi.

6 His father and his mother both,
They were to come him wi;
And they came both, and he came no,
And this was foul play.

7 He’s sent a quiet messenger
Now out thro a’ the land,
To warn a humdred gentlemen,
O gallant and good renown.

8 O gallant and good renown,
And all o good aray,
And now he’s made his trumpet soun
A voss o foul play.

9 As they came up by Caley buss,
And in by Caley brae,
‘Stay still, stay still, my merry young men,
Stay still, if that you may.

10 ‘Stay still, stay still, my merry young men,
Stay still, if that you may;
I’ll go to the bridal-house,
And see what they will say.’

11 When he gaed to the bridal-house,
And lighted and gaed in,
There were four and twenty English lords,
O gallant and good renown.

12 O gallant and good renown,
And all o good aray,
But aye he garred his trumpets soun
A voss o foul play.

13 When he was at the table set,
Amang these gentlemen,
He begoud to vent some words
They cluldna understan.

14 The English lords, they waxed wroth
What could be in his mind;
They stert to foot, on horseback lap,
‘Come fecht! what’s i your mind?’

15 ‘I came na here to feght,’ he said,
‘But for good sport and play;
And one glass wi yer bonny bridegroom,
And I’ll go boun away.’

16 The glass was filled o good reed wine,
And drunken atween the twa;
‘And one glass wi your bonny bride,
And I’se go boun away.’

17 Her maiden she stood forbye,
And quickly she said, ‘Nay
I winna gee a word o her
To none nor yet to thee.’

18 ‘Oh, one word o yer bonny bride!
Will ye refuse me one?
Before her wedding-day was set,
I would hae gotten ten.

19 ‘Take here my promise, maiden,
My promise and my hand,
Out oer her father’s gates this day
Wi me she shanna gang.’

20 He’s bent him oer his saddle-bow,
To kiss her ere he gaed,
And he fastened his hand in her gown-breast,
And tust her him behind.

21 He pat the spurs into his horse
And fast rade out at the gate;
Ye wouldna hae seen his yellow locks
For the dust o his horse feet.

22 Fast has he ridden the wan water,
And merrily taen the know.
And then the battle it began;
I’me sure it was na mow.

23 Bridles brack, and weight horse lap,
And blades flain in the skies,
And wan and drousie was the blood
Gaed lapperin down the lays.

24 Now all ye English lords,
In England where ye’r borne,
Come never to Scotland to woo a bride,
For they’le gie you the scorn.

25 For they’le gie you the scorn,
The scorn, if that they may;
They’ll gie you frogs instead of fish,
And steal your bride away.

Version G

1 O BONNY Catharine Jaffery,
That dainty maid so fair,
Once lovd the laird of Lochinvar,
Without any compare.

2 Long time she lood him very well,
But they changed her mind away,
And now she goes another’s bride,
And plays him foul play.

3 The bonny laird of Lauderdale
Came from the South Countrie,
And he has wooed the pretty maid,
Thro presents entered he.

4 For tocher-gear he did not stand,
She was a dainty may;
He ’greed him with her friends all,
And set the wedding-day.

5 When Lochinvar got word o this,
He knew not what to do,
For losing of a lady fair
That he did love so true.

6 ‘But if I were young Lochinvar,
I woud not care a fly
To take her on her wedding-day
From all her company.

7 ‘Get ye a quiet messenger,
Send him thro all your land
For a hundred and fifty brave young lads,
To be at your command.

8 ‘To be all at your command,
And your bidding to obey,
Yet still cause you the trumpet sound
The voice of foul play.’

9 He got a quiet messenger
To send thro all his land,
And full three hundred pretty lads
Were all at his command.

10 Were all at his command,
And his bidding did obey,
Yet still he made the trumpet sound
The voice of foul play.

11 Then he went to the bridal-house,
Among the nobles a’,
And when he stepped upon the floor
He gave a loud huzza.

12 ‘Huzza! huzza! you English men,
Or borderers who were born,
Neer come to Scotland for a maid,
Or else they will you scorn.

13 ‘She’ll bring you on with tempting words,
Aye till the wedding-day,
Syne give you frogs instead of fish,
And play you foul play.’

14 ‘The gentlemen all wondered
What could be in his mind,
And asked if he’d a mind to fight;
Why spoke he so unkind?

15 Did he e’er see such pretty men
As were there in array?
‘O yes,’ said he, a+e Fairy Court
Were leaping on the hay.

16 ‘As I came in by Hyland banks,
And in by Hyland braes,
There did I see a Fairy Court,
All leaping on the leas.

17 ‘I came not here to fight,’ he said,
‘But for good fellowshio gay;
I want to drink with your bridegroom,
And then I’ll boun my way.’

18 The glass was filled with good red wine,
And drunk between them twae:
‘Give me one shake of your bonny bride’s hand,
And then I’ll boun my way.’

19 He’s taen her by the milk-white hands,
And by the grass-green sleeve,
Pulld her on horseback him behind,
At her friends askd nae leave.

20 Syne rode the water with great speed,
And merrily the knows;
There fifty from the bridal came-+--+-
Indeed it was nae mows-+--+-

21 Thinking to take the bride again,
Thro strangth if that they may;
But still he gart the trumpet sound
The voice of foul play.

22 There were four and twenty ladies fair
All walking on the lea;
He gave to them the bonny bride,
And bade them boun their way.

23 They splintered the spears in pieces now,
And the blades flew in the sky,
But the bonny laird of Lochinvar
Has gained the victory.

24 Many a wife- and widow’s son
Lay gasping on the ground,
But the bonny laird of Lochinvar
He has the victory won.

Version H

1 THERE was a lady fair, fair,
Lived low down in yon glen, O
And she’s been courted far an near
By several gentlemen. O

2 At length the laird of Lammington
Came frae the West Country,
All to court that pretty girl,
And her bridegroom for to be.

3 He told her father, so did he her mother,
And all the rest of her kin,
And he has told the lass hersel,
And her kind favour has won.

4 At length the laird of Laughenwaur
Came frae the English border,
And all to court that pretty girl,
Well mounted in good order.

5 He told her father, so did he her mother,
As I heard people say,
But he ner told the lass hersel,
Till on her wedding-day.

6 But when the wedding-day was fixed,
And married for to be,
Then Lamington came to the town,
The bridegroom for to see.

7 ‘O are ye come for sport, sir?’ he said,
‘Or are ye come for play?
Or are ye for a sight o my bonny bride,
Upon her wedding-day?’

8 ‘A’m neither come for sport, sir,’ he said,
‘Nor am I come for play,
But if I had one word o the bride
I’d mount and go away.’

9 There was a cup of the good red wine
Was filled out them between,
And aye she drank to Lammington,
Who her true-love had been.

10 He’s taen her by the milk-white hand,
And by the grass-green sleeve;
He’s mounted her behind him then,
At the bridegroom speered no leave.

11 The blood ran down by Cowden banks,
And down by Cowden brae,
And aye they gaured the piper play
‘It was a foul, foul play.’

12 Ye gentlemen of Lochenwaur,
That’s laigh in England born,
Come ner to Scotland to court a wife,
Or be sure ye’l get the scorn.

13 The’ll keep ye up, and tamper ye at,
Until yer wedding-day,
And they’l gie ye frogs instead o fish,
And they’ll play ye a foul play.

Version I

1 IN Bordershellin there did dwell
A comely, handsome may,
And Lochinvar he courted her,
And stole her heart away.

2 She loved him but owre weel,
And his love drew away;
Another man then courted her,
And set the wedding-day,

3 They set the wedding-day so plain,
As plain as it might be;
She sent a letter to her former love,
The wedding to come see.

4 When Lochinvar the letter read,
He sent owre a’ his land
For four and twenty beltit knichts,
To come at his command.

5 They all came to his hand, I say,
Upon that wedding-day;
He set them upon milk-white steeds,
And put them in array.

6 He set them in array, I say,
Most pleasant to be seen,
And he’s awa to the wedding-house,
A single man his lane.

7 And when he was to the wedding-house come,
They wee all sitten down;
Baith gentlemen and knichts was there,
And lords of high renown.

8 They saluted him, baith auld and young,
Speired how he had spent the day,
And what young Lankashires was yon
They saw all in array.

9 But he answerd them richt scornfullie,
Upon their wedding-day;
He says, It’s been some Fairy Court
Ye’ve seen all in array.

10 Then rose up the young bridegroom,
And an angry man was he:
‘Lo, art thou come to fight, young man?
Indeed I’ll fight wi thee.’

11 ‘O I am not come to fight,’ he sayd,
‘But good fellowship to hae,
And for to drink the wine sae red,
And then I’ll go away.’

12 Then they filld him up a brimming glass,
And drank it between them twa:
‘Now one word of your bonnie bride,
And then I’ll go my wa.’

13 But some were friends, and some were faes,
Yet nane o them was free
To let the bride on her wedding-day
Gang out o their companie.

14 But he took her by the milk-white hand,
And by the grass-green sleeve,
And set her on a milk-white steed,
And at nane o them speerd he leave.

15 Then the blood ran down the Caylin bank,
And owre the Caylin brae;
The auld folks knew something o the sport,
Which gart them cry, Foul play!

16 Ye lusty lads of Limberdale,
Tho ye be English born,
Come nae mair to Scotland to court a maid,
For fear ye get the scorn.

17 For fear that ye do get the scorn
Upon your wedding-day;
Least ye catch frogs instead of fish,
And then ye’ll ca’t foul play.

Version J

1 THERE was a lass, as I heard say,
Lived low down in a glen;
Her name was Catharine Johnson,
Weel known to many men.

2 Doun cam the laird o Lamingtoun,
Doun frae the South Countrie,
And he is for this bonnie lass,
Her bridegroom for to be.

3 He’s askd her father and mother,
The chief of a’ her kin,
And then he askd the bonnie lass,
And did her favour win.

4 Doun cam an Ehglish gentleman,
Doun frae the English border;
He is for this bonnie lass,
To keep his house in order.

5 He askd her father and mother,
As I do them say,
But he never askd the lass hersell,
Till on her wedding-day.

6 But she has wrote a lang letter,
And sealed it wi her hand,
And sent it to Lord Lamington,
To let him understand.

7 The first line o the letter he read,
He was baith glad and fain;
But or he read the letter owre
He was baith pale and wan.

8 Then he has sent a messenger,
And out through all his land,
And four-and-twenty armed men
Was all at his command.

9 But he has left his merry men,
Left them on the lea;
And he’s awa to the wedding-house,
To see what he could see.

10 But when he came to the wedding-house,
As I do understand,
There were four-and-twenty belted knights
Sat at a table round.

11 They rose all for to honour him,
For he was of high renown;
They rose all for to welcome him,
And bade him to sit doun.

12 O meikle was the good red wine
In silver cups did flow,
But aye she drank to Lamingtoun,
For with him would she go.

13 O meikle was the good red wine
In silver cups gaed round,
At length they began to whisper words,
None could them understand.

14 ‘O came ye here for sport, young man?
Or cam ye here for play?
Or cam ye for our bonnie bride,
On this her wedding-day?’

15 ‘I came not here for sport,’ he said,
‘Neither did I for play;
But for one word o your bonnie bride
I’ll mount and ride away.’

16 They set her maids behind her,
To hear what they would say,
But the first question he askd at her
Was always [answered] nay;
The next question he askd at her
Was, ‘Mount and come away.’

17 It’s up the Couden bank,
And doun the Couden brae;
And aye she made the trumpet sound,
‘It’s a weel won play.’

18 O meikle was the blood was shed
Upon the Couden brae;
And aye she made the trumpet sound,
‘It’s a’ fair play.’

19 Come, all ye English gentlemen,
That is of England born,
Come nae doun to Scotland,
For fear ye get the scorn.

20 They’ll feed ye up wi flattering words,
And that’s fair play;
And they’ll dress ye frogs instead o fish,
Just on your wedding-day.

Version K

1 THERE lives a lass in yonder dale,
In yon bonny borrows-town,
Her name it is Catherine Jeffrey,
She is loved by mony a ane.

2 Lord Lochinvar has courted her
These twelve months and a day;
With flattering words and fair speeches
He has stown her heart away.

3 There came a knight from south sea-bank,
From north England I mean,
He alighted at her father’s yetts,
His stile is Lord Lymington.

4 He has courted her father and moth
Her kinsfolk ane and aye,
But he never told the lady hersell
Till he set the wedding-day.

5 ‘Prepare, prepare, my daughter dear,
Prepare, to you I say;
For the night it is good Wednesday night,
And the morn is your wedding-day.’

6 ‘O tell to me, father,’ she said,
‘O tell me who it is wi;
For I’ll never wed a man on earth
Till I know what he be.’

7 ‘He’s come a knight from the south sea-bank,
From north England I mean,
For when he lighted at my yetts,
His stile is Lord Lymington.’

8 ‘O where will I get a bonny boy
Will win baith meet and fee,
And will run on to Lochinvar
And come again to me?’

9 ‘O here am I, a bonny boy
That will win baith hose and sheen,
And will run on to Lochinvar,
And come right seen again.’

10 ‘Where ye find the brigs broken,
Bend your bow and swim;
Where ye find the grass growing,
Slack your bow and run.

11 ‘When ye come on to Lochinvar,
Byde not to chap nor ca,
But set your bent bow to your breast
And lightly loup the wa.

12 ‘Bid him mind the words he last spake,
When we sendered on the lee;
Bid him saddle and ride full fast,
If he be set for me.’

13 Where he found the brigs broken,
He bent his bow and swam;
Where he found the grass growing,
He slackt his bow and ran.

14 When he came on to Lochinvar,
Ge did not chap nor ca;
He set his bentbow till his breast
And lightly leapt the wa.

15 ‘What news? what news, my bonny boy?
What news have ye to me?’
‘Bad news, bad news, my lord,’ he said,
Your lady awa will be.

16 ‘You’r bidden mind the words ye last spake,
When we sendered on the lee;
You’r bidden saddle and ride full fast,
Gin ye set for her be.’

17 When he came to her father’s yetts,
There he alighted down;
The cups of gold of good red wine
Were going roun and roun.

18 ‘Now came ye here for sport?’ they said,
‘Or came ye here for play?
Or for a sight of our bonny bride,
And then to boun your way?’

19 ‘I came not here for sport,’ he says,
‘Nor came I here for play,
But if I had a sight of your bonny bride
Then I will boun my way.’

20 When Lymington he called on her,
She would not come at a’,
But Lochinvar he called on her,
And she was not sweer to draw.

21 He has taen her by the milk-white hand,
And by her silken sleeve,
He has mounted her high him behind,
He spiered nae mair their leave.

22 And aye she scoffed and scorned them,
And aye she rode away,
And aye she gart the trumpet sound
The voice of foul play,
To take the bride frae her bridegroom
Upon her wedding-day.

23 As they came in by Foudlin dyke,
And in by Foudlin stane,
There were mony gallant Englishmen
Lay gasping on the green.

24 Now a’ you that are English lords,
And are in England born,
Come never here to court your brides,
For fear ye get the scorn.

25 For aye they’ll scoff and scorn you,
And aye they’ll ride away;
They’ll gie you frogs instead of fish,
And call it foul play.

Version L

1 THEY ask d him and speir d him,
And unto him did say,
‘O saw ye ocht o an armed band,
As ye cam on your way?’

2 He jested them and jeer d them,
And thus to them did say,
‘O I saw nocht but a fairy troop,
As I rode on my way.’

222. Bonny Baby Livingston

Version A

1 O BONNY Baby Livingston
Went forth to view the hay,
And by it came him Glenlion,
Sta bonny Baby away.

2 O first he’s taen her silken coat,
And neest her satten gown,
Syne rowd her in a tartan plaid,
And hapd her round and rown.

3 He has set her upon his steed
And roundly rode away,
And neer loot her look back again
The live-long summer’s day.

4 He’s carried her oer hills and muirs
Till they came to a Highland glen,
And there he’s met his brother John,
With twenty armed men.

5 O there were cows, and there were ewes,
And lasses milking there,
But Baby neer anse lookd about,
Her heart was filld wi care.

6 Glenlion took her in his arms,
And kissd her, cheek and chin;
Says, I’d gie a’ these cows and ewes
But ae kind look to win.

7 ‘O ae kind look ye neer shall get,
Nor win a smile frae me,
Unless to me you’ll favour shew,
And take me to Dundee.’

8 ‘Dundee, Baby? Dundee, Baby?
Dundee you neer shall see
Till I’ve carried you to Glenlion
And have my bride made thee.

9 ‘We’ll stay a while at Auchingour,
And get sweet milk and cheese,
And syne we’ll gang to Glenlion,
And there live at our ease.’

10 ‘I winna stay at Auchingour,
Nor eat sweet milk and cheese,
Nor go with thee to Glenlion,
For there I’ll neer find ease.’

11 Than out it spake his brother John,
‘O were I in your place,
I’d take that lady hame again,
For a’ her bonny face.

12 ‘Commend me to the lass that’s kind,
Tho na so gently born;
And, gin her heart I coudna gain,
To take her hand I’d scorn.’

13 ‘O had your tongue now, John,’ he says,
‘You wis na what you say;
‘For I’ve lood that bonny face
This twelve month and a day.

14 ‘And tho I’ve lood her lang and sair
A smile I neer coud win;
Yet what I’ve got anse in my power
To keep I think nae sin.’

15 When they came to Glenlion castle,
They lighted at the yate,
And out it came his sisters three,
Wha did them kindly greet.

16 O they’ve taen Baby by the hands
And led her oer the green,
And ilka lady spake a word,
But bonny Baby spake nane.

17 Then out it spake her bonny Jean,
The youngest o the three,
‘O lady, dinna look sae sad,
But tell your grief to me.’

18 ‘O wherefore should I tell my grief,
Since lax I canna find?
I’m stown frae a’ my kin and friends,
And my love I left behind.

19 ‘But had I paper, pen, and ink,
Before that it were day,
I yet might get a letter sent
In time to Johny Hay.’

20 O she’s got paper, pen, and ink,
And candle that she might see,
And she has written a broad letter
To Johny at Dundee.

21 And she has gotten a bonny boy,
That was baith swift and strang,
Wi philabeg and bonnet blue,
Her errand for to gang.

22 ‘O boy, gin ye’d my blessing win
And help me in my need,
Run wi this letter to my love,
And bid him come wi speed.

23 ‘And here’s a chain of good red gowd,
And gowdn guineas three,
And when you’ve well your errand done,
You’ll get them for your fee.’

24 The boy he ran oer hill and dale,
Fast as a bird coud flee,
And eer the sun was twa hours height
The boy was at Dundee.

25 And when he came to Johny’s door
He knocked loud and sair;
Then Johny to the window came,
And loudly cry’d, ‘Wha’s there?’

26 ‘O here’s a letter I have brought,
Which ye maun quickly read,
And, gin ye woud your lady save,
Gang back wi me wi speed.’

27 O when he had the letter read,
An angry man was he;
He says, Glenlion, thou shalt rue
This deed of villany!

28 ‘O saddle to me the black, the black,
O saddle to me the brown,
O saddle to me the swiftest steed
That eer rade frae the town.

29 ‘And arm ye well, my merry men a’,
And follow me to the glen,
For I vow I’ll neither eat nor sleep
Till I get my love again.’

30 He’s mounted on a milk-white steed,
The boy upon a gray,
And they got to Glenlion’s castle
About the close of day.

31 As Baby at her window stood,
The west wind saft did bla;
She heard her Johny’s well-kent voice,
Beneath the castle wa.

32 ‘O Baby, haste, the window jump!
I’ll kep you in my arm;
My merry men a’ are at the yate,
To rescue you frae harm.’

33 She to the window fixt her sheets
And slipped safely down,
And Johny catchd her in his arms,
Neer loot her touch the ground.

34 When mounted on her Johny’s horse,
Fou blithely did she say,
‘Glenlion, you hae lost your bride!
She’s aff wi Johny Hay.’

35 Glenlion and his brother John
Were birling in the ha,
When they heard Johny’s bridle ring,
As first he rade awa.

36 ‘Rise, Jock, gang out and meet the priest,
I hear his bridle ring;
My Baby now shall be my wife
Before the laverocks sing.’

37 ‘O brother, this is not the priest;
I fear he’ll come oer late;
For armed men with shining brands
Stand at the castle-yate.’

38 ‘Haste Donald, Duncan, Dugald, Hugh!
Haste, take your sword and spier!
We’ll gar these traytors rue the hour
That eer they ventured here.’

39 The Highland men drew their claymores,
And gae a warlike shout,
But Johny’s merry men kept the yate,
Nae ane durst venture out.

40 The lovers rade the live-lang night,
And safe gat on their way,
And bonny Baby Livingston
Has gotten Johny Hay.

41 ‘Awa, Glenlion! fy for shame!
Gae hide ye in some den!
You’ve lettn your bride be stown frae you,
For a’ your armed men.’

Version B

1 BONNY Barbara Livingston
Went out to take the air,
When came the laird o Glenlyon
And staw the maiden fair.

2 He staw her in her cloak, her cloak,
He staw her in her gown;
Before he let her look again,
Was mony mile frae town.

3 So they rade over hills and dales,
Through m[o]ny a wilsome way,
Till they came to the head o yon hill,
And showed her ewes and kye.

4 ‘O will ye stay with me, Barbara,
And get good curds and whey?
Or will ye go to Glenlyon,
And be a lady gay?’

5 ‘The Highlands is nae for me, kind sir,
The Highlands is nae for me,
But, gin ye woud my favour win,
Have me to bonny Dundee.’

6 ‘Dundee, Barbara? Dundee, Barbara?
That town ye’se never see;
I’ll hae you to a finer place
Than eer was in Dundee.’

7 But when she came to Glenlyon,
And lighted on the green,
Every lady spake Earse to her,
But Barbara could speak nane.

8 When they were all at dinner set,
And placed the table round,
Every one took some of it,
But Barbara took nane.

9 She put it to her cheek, her cheek,
She put it to her chin,
She put it to her rosey lips,
But neer a bit gaed in.

10 When day was gone, and night was come,
And a’ man bound for bed,
Glenlyon and that fair lady
To one chamber were laid.

11 ‘O strip, O strip, my love,’ he said,
‘O strip and lay you down;’
‘How can I strip? How can I strip,
To bed wi an unco man?’

12 He’s taen out his little pen-knife,
And he slit down her gown,
And cut her stays behind her back,
And forc’d her to lie down.

13 ‘O day, dear sir! O day, dear sir!
O dear! if it were day,
And me upon my father’s steed,
I soon shoud ride away.’

14 ‘Your father’s steed is in my stable,
Eating good corn and hay,
And ye are in my arms twa;
What needs you lang for day?’

15 ‘If I had paper, pens, and ink,
And light that I may see,
I woud write a broad, broad letter
To my love in Dundee.’

16 They brought her paper, pen, and ink,
And light that she might see,
And she has written a broad letter
To her love in Dundee.

17 And aye she wrote, and aye she grat,
The saut tear blinded her ee;
And aye at every verse’s end,
‘Haste, my bonny love, to me!’

18 ‘If I had but a little wee boy,
Would work for meat and fee,
Would go and carry this letter
To my love in Dundee!’

19 ‘O here am I, a little wee boy
Will work for meat and fee,
Will go and carry that letter
To your love in Dundee.’

20 Upstarts the morn, the boy he ran
Oer mony a hill and dale,
And he wan on to bonny Dundee
About the hour o twall.

21 There geordy oer a window lay,
Beholding dale and down;
And he beheld a little wee boy
Come running to the town.

22 ‘What news? what news, my little wee boy,
You run sae hastilie?’
‘Your love is stown by Glenlyon,
And langs your face to see.’

23 ‘Gae saddle to me the black, the black,
Gae saddle to me the brown;
Gae saddle to me the swiftest steed
Will hae me to the town.

24 ‘Get me my hat, dyed o the black,
My mourning-mantle tee,
And I will on to Glenlyon,
See my love ere she die.’

25 First he tired the black, the black,
And then he tired the brown,
And next he tired the swiftest steed
Ere he wan to the town.

26 But for as fast as her love rade,
And as fast as he ran,
Before he wan to Glenlyon
His love was dead and gane.

27 Then he has kissd her cheek, her cheek,
And he has kissd her chin,
And he has kissd her comely mouth,
But no life was therein.

28 ‘O wae mat worth you, Glenlyon,
An ill death mat ye die!
Ye’ve twind me and the fairest flower
My eyes did ever see.

29 ‘But I will kiss your cheek, Barbara,
And I will kiss your chin,
And I will kiss your comely mouth,
But neer woman’s again.

30 ‘Deal well, deal well at my love’s lyke
The beer but and the wine,
For ere the morn at this same time
Ye’ll deal the same at mine.’

Version C

1 FOURRR-rrANDRR-rrTWENTY ladies fair
Was playing at the ba,
And out cam Barbra Livingston,
The flower amang them a’.

2 Out cam Barbra Livingston,
The flower amang them a’;
The lusty laird o Linlyon
Has stown her clean awa.

3 ‘The Hielands is no for me, kind sir,
The Hielands is no for me;
But, if you wud my favour win,
You’ll tak me to Dundee.’

4 ‘The Hielands’ll be for thee, my dear,
The Hielands will be for thee;
To the lusty laird o Linlyon
A-married ye shall be.’

5 When they came to Linlyon’s yetts,
And lichted on the green,
Every ane spak Earse to her,
The tears cam trinkling down.

6 When they went to bed at nicht,
To Linlyon she did say,
‘Och and alace, a weary nicht!
Oh, but it’s lang till day!’

7 ‘Your father’s steed in my stable,
He’s eating corn and hay,
And you’re lying in my twa arms;
What need you long for day?’

8 ‘If I had paper, pen, and ink,
And candle for to see,
I wud write a lang letter
To my love in Dundee.’

9 They brocht her paper, pen, and ink,
And candle for to see,
And she did write a lang letter
To her love in Dundee.

10 When he cam to Linlyon’s yetts,
And lichtit on the green,
But lang or he wan up the stair
His love was dead and gane.

11 ‘Woe be to thee, Linlyon,
An ill death may thou die!
Thou micht hae taen anither woman,
And let my lady be.’

Version D

1 BONNIE Annie Livingstone
Was walking out the way,
By came the laird of Glendinning,
And he’s stolen her away.
The Highlands are no for me, kind sir,
The highlands are no for me,
And, if you wad my favour win,
You’d take me to Dundee.

2 He mounted her on a milk-white steed,
Himself upon a grey,
He’s taen her to the Highland hills,
And stolen her quite away.

3 When they came to Glendinning gate,
They lighted on the green;
There many a Highland lord spoke free,
But fair Annie she spoke nane.

4 When bells were rung, and mass begun,
And a’ men bound for bed,
Bonnie Annie Livingstone
Was in her chamber laid.

5 ‘O gin it were but day, kind sir!
O gin it were but day!
O gin it were but day, kind sir,
That I might win away!"]

6 ‘Your steed stands in the stall, bonnie Ann,
Eating corn and hay,
And you are in Glendinning’s arms;
What need ye long for day?’

7 ‘O fetch me paper, pen, and ink,
A candle that I may see,
And I will write a long letter
To Jemmy at Dundee.’

8 When Jemmie looked the letter on,
A loud laughter gave he;
But eer he read the letter oer
The tear blinded his ee.

9 ‘Gar saddle,’ he cried, ’My war-horse fierce,
Warn a’ my trusty clan,
And I’ll away to Glendinning Castle
And see my sister Ann.’

10 When he came to Glendinning yet,
He lighted on the green,
But ere that he wan up the stair
Fair Annie she was gane.

11 ‘The Highlands were not for thee, bonnie Ann,
The Highlands were not for thee,
And they that would have thy favour won
Should have brought you home to me.

12 ‘O I will kiss thy cherry cheeks,
And I will kiss thy chin,
And I will kiss thy rosy lips,
For they will neer kiss mine.’

Version E

1 BONNY Baby Livingstone
Went out to view the hay,
And by there came a Hieland lord,
And he’s stown Baby away.

2 He’s stown her in her coat, her coat,
And he’s stown her in her gown,
And he let her not look back again
Ere she was many a mile from town.

3 He set her on a milk-white steed,
Himself upon another,
And they are on to bonny Lochell,
Like sister and like brother.

4 The bells were rung, the mass was sung,
And all men bound to bed,
And Baby and her Hieland lord
They were both in one chamber laid.

5 ‘Oh day, kind sir! Oh day, kind sir!
Oh day fain would I see!
I would gie a’ the lands o Livingstone
For day-light, to lat me see.’

6 ‘Oh day, Baby? Oh day, Baby?
What needs you long for day?
Your steed is in a good stable,
And he’s eating baith corn and hay.

7 ‘Oh day, baby? Oh day, Baby?
What needs you long for day?
You’r lying in a good knight’s arms,
What needs you long for day?’

8 ‘Ye’ll get me paper, pen, and ink,
And light to let me see,
Till I write on a broad letter
And send ’t to Lord . . ’.’

223. Epie Morrie

1 FOUR-AND-TWENTY Highland men
Came a’ from Carrie side
To steal awa Eppie Morrie,
Cause she would not be a bride.

2 Out it’s came her mother,
It was a moonlight night,
She could not see her daughter,
Their swords they shin’d so bright.

3 ‘Haud far awa frae me, mother,
Haud far awa frae me;
There’s not a man in a’ Strathdon
Shall wedded be with me.’

4 They have taken Eppie Morrie,
And horse back bound her on,
And then awa to the Minister,
As fast as horse could gang.

5 He’s taken out a pistol,
And set it to the minister’s breast:
‘Marry me, marry me, minister,
Or else I’ll be your priest.’

6 ‘Haud far awa frae me, good sir,
Haud far awa frae me;
For there’s not a man in all Strathdon
That shall married be with me.’

7 ‘Haud far awa frae me, Willie,
Haud far awa frae me;
For I darna avow to marry you,
Except she’s as willing as ye.’

8 They have taken Eppie Morrie,
Since better could nae be,
And they’re awa to Carrie side,
As fast as horse could flee.

9 When mass was sung, and bells were rung,
And all were bound for bed,
Then Willie an Eppie Morrie
In one bed they were laid.

10 ‘Haud far awa frae me, Willie,
Haud far awa frae me;
Before I’ll lose my maidenhead,
I’ll try my strength with thee.’

11 She took the cap from off her head
And threw it to the way;
Said, Ere I lose my maidenhead,
I’ll fight with you till day.

12 Then early in the morning,
Before her clothes were on,
In came the maiden of Scalletter,
Gown and shirt alone.

13 ‘Get up, get up, young woman,
And drink the wine wi me;’
‘You might have called me maiden,
I’m sure as leal as thee.’

14 ‘Wally fa you, Willie,
That ye could nae prove a man
And taen the lassie’s maidenhead!
She would have hired your han.’

15 ‘Haud far awa frae me, lady,
Haud far awa frae me;
There’s not a man in a’ Strathdon
The day shall wed wi me.’

16 Soon in there came Belbordlane,
With a pistol on every side:
‘Come awa hame, Eppie Morrie,
And there you’ll be my bride.’

17 ‘Go get to me a horse, Willie,
And get it like a man,
And send me back to my mother
A maiden as I cam.

18 ‘The sun shines oer the westlin hills;
By the light lamp of the moon,
Just saddle your horse, young John Forsyth,
And whistle, and I’ll come soon.’

224. The Lady of Arngosk

1 THE Highlandmen hae a’ come down,
They’ve a’ come down almost,
They’ve stowen away the bonny lass,
The Lady of Arngosk.

2 They hae put on her petticoat,
Likewise her silken gown;
The Highland man he drew his sword,
Said, Follow me ye’s come.

3 Behind her back they’ve tied her hands,
An then they set her on;
‘I winna gang wi you,’ she said,
‘Nor ony Highland loon.’

225. Rob Roy

Version A

1 ROB ROY, frae the high Highlands,
Came to the Lawlan border;
It was to steel a lady away,
To keep his Highland house in order.

2 As he came in by White House,
He sent nae ane before him;
She wad hae secured the house,
For she did ay abhor him.

3 Twenty men surrount the house, an twenty they went in,
They found her wi her mither;
Wi sighs and cries an watery eyes
They parted frae ane anither.

4 ‘O will ye be my dear?’ he says,
‘Or will ye be my honnie?
O will ye be my wedded wife?
I lee you best of ony.’

5 ‘I winna be your dear,’ [she says,]
‘Nor will I be your honnie,
Nor will I be your wedded wife;
Ye lee me for my money.’

6 . . by the way,
This lady aftimes fainted;
Says, Woe be to my cursed gold,
This road for me’s invented!

7 He gave her no time for to dress
Like ladies when they’re ridin,
But set her on hie horseback,
Himsel was ay beside her.

8 Whan they came to the Black House,
And at Stirling tarried,
There he bought her coat and gown,
But she would not [be] married.

9 Four men held her to the priest,
An four they did her bed,
Wi sighs and cries an watery eyes
Whan she by him was laid.

10 ‘Be content, be content,
Be content wi me, lady;
Now ye are my wedded wife
Untill the day ye die, lady.

11 ‘My father was a Highlan laird,
McGrigor was his name, lady;
A’ the country roun about
They dreadit his great fame, lady.

12 ‘He kept a hedge about his lands,
A prickle to his foes, lady,
An every ane that did him wrang,
He took him by the nose, lady.

13 ‘My father he delights in nout and goats,
An me in horse and sheep, lady;
You an twenty thousan pounds
Makes me a man complete, lady.

14 ‘You’re welcome to this Highlan lan,
It is my native plain, lady;
Think nae mair of gauin back,
But tak it for your hame, lady.

15 ‘I’m gauin, [I’m gauin,]
I’m gauin to France, lady;
Whan I come back
I’ll learn ye a dance, lady.

16 ‘Set your foot, [set your foot,]
Set your foot to mine, lady;
Think nae mair of gauin back,
But tak it for your hame, lady.’

Version B

1 ROB ROY frae the Hielands cam
Unto the Lawland border,
And he has stown a ladie fair,
To haud his house in order.

2 He guarded the house round about,
Himsel went in and found her out,
She hung close by her mither;
Wi dolefu cries and watery eyes
They parted frae each ither.

3 ‘Gang wi me, my dear,’ he says,
‘Gang and be my honey;
Gang and be my wedded wife,
I loe ye best o onie.’

4 ‘I winna gang wi you,’ she says,
‘I winna be your honey;
I winna be your wedded wife;
Ye loe me for my money.’

5 He gied na her na time to dress
As ladies when they’re brides,
But hurried her awa wi speed,
And rowd her in his plaids.

6 He gat her up upon a horse,
Himsel lap on ahind her;
And they’re awa to the Hieland hills;
Her friends they canna find her.

7 As they gaed oure the Hieland hills,
This lady aften fainted,
Saying, Wae be to my cursed gowd,
This road to me invented!

8 As they gaed oure the Hieland hills,
And at Buchanan tarried,
He bought to her baith cloak and goun,
Yet she wadna be married.

9 Six held her up afore the priest,
Four laid her in a bed, O;
Maist mournfully she wept and cried
Whan she bye him was laid, O.

10 ‘O be content, be content,
Be content to stay, ladie;
For now ye are my wedded wife
Unto your dying day, ladie.

11 ‘Rob Roy was my father calld,
M’Gregor was his name, ladie;
And in a’ the country whare he dwalt
He exceeded ae in fame, ladie.

12 ‘He was a hedge unto his friends,
A heckle to his faes, ladie;
And ilka ane that did him wrang,
He beat him on the neis, ladie.

13 ‘I’m as bold, I am as bold
As my father was afore, ladie;
Ilka ane that does me wrang
Sall feel my gude claymore, ladie.

14 ‘There neer was frae Lochlomond west
That eer I did him fear, ladie;
For, if his person did escape,
I seizd upon his gear, ladie.

15 ‘My father delights in horse and kye,
In sheep and goats and a’, ladie,
And thee wi me and thirty merks
Will mak me a man fu braw, ladie.

16 ‘I hae been in foreign lands,
And servd the king o France, ladie;
We will get the bagpipes,
And we’ll hae a dance, ladie.’

Version C

1 ROB ROYRR’rrS from the Hielands come
Unto our Lowland border,
And he has stolen a lady away,
To keep his house in order.

2 Rob Roy’s come to Blackhill’s gate,
Twenty men his arms did carry,
And he has stolen a lady away,
On purpose her to marry.

3 None knew till he surrounded the house,
No tidings came before him,
Or else she had been gone away,
For she did still abhor him.

4 All doors and windows guarded were,
None could the plot discover;
Himself went in and found her out,
Professing how he loved her.

5 ‘Come go with me, my dear,’ he said,
‘Come go with me, my honey,
And you shall be my wedded wife,
I love you best of onie.’

6 ‘I will not go with you,’ she said,
‘Nor will I be your honey;
I neer shall be your wedded wife,
You love me for my money.’

7 But he her drew amongst his crew,
She holding by her mother;
With mournful cries and watery eyes
They parted from each other.

8 No time they gave her to be dressed
As ladies when they’re brides, O,
But hurried her away in haste;
They rowed her in their plaids, O.

9 As they went over hills and rocks,
The lady often fainted;
Says, Wae may it be, my cursed money,
This road to me invented!

10 They passed away by Drymen town,
And at Buchanan tarried;
They bought to her a cloak and gown,
Yet she would not be married.

11 But without consent they joined their hands;
By law ought not to carry;
The priest his zeal it was so hot
On her will he would not tarry.

12 Four held her up before the priest,
Two laid her in the bed, O;
Och, mournfully she weeped and cried
When she by him was laid, O.

13 ‘Now you’re come to the Highland hills,
Out of your native clime, lady,
Never think of going back,
But take this for your hame, lady.

14 ‘Be content, be content,
Be content to stay, lady;
Now ye are my wedded wife
Unto your dying day, lady.

15 ‘O Rob Roy was my father called,
But McGregor was his name, lady;
In all the country far and near
None did exceed his fame, lady.

16 ‘I’m as bold, I’m as bold,
I’m as bold as he, lady;
In France and Ireland I’ll dance and fight,
And from them take the gree, lady.

17 ‘He was a hedge about his friends,
But a heckle to his faes, lady,
And every one that did him wrong,
He took them owre the nose, lady.

18 ‘I’m as bold, I’m as bold,
I’m as bold, and more, lady;
Every one that does me wrong
Shall feel my good claymore, lady.

19 ‘My father he has stots and ewes,
And he has goats and sheep, lady,
But you and twenty thousand punds
Makes me a man complete, lady.’

Version D

1 ROB ROY from the Highlands came
Unto the Lowland border;
It was to steal a ladie away,
To keep his house in order.

2 He gae her nae time to dress herself
Like a lady that was to be married,
But he hoisd her out among his crew,
And rowd her in his plaidie.

3 ‘Will ye go wi me, my dear?’ he says,
‘Will ye go wi me, my honey?
Will ye go wi me, my dear?’ he says,
‘For I love you best of ony.’

4 ‘I winna be your dear,’ she says,
‘Nor I’ll never be your honey;
I’ll never be your wedded wife,
For you love me but for my money.’

5 He hoisd her out among his crew,
She holding by her mother;
Wi watry eyes and mournfu cries
They parted from each other.

6 As they gaed oer yon high hill,
The ladie often fainted;
‘Oh, wae be to my gold,’ she said,
‘This road for me invented!’

7 Two held her up before the priest,
And two put her to bed,
Wi mournful cries and watry eyes
As she lay by his side.

8 ‘Be content, be content,
Be content wi me, ladie,
For now you are my wedded wife
Until the day ye die, ladie.

9 ‘Rob roy was my father calld,
McGrigor was his name, ladie,
And a’ the country round about
Has heard of Roy’s fame, ladie.

10 ‘You do not think yourself a match
For such a one as I, ladie;
But I been east and I been west,
And saird the king of France, ladie.

11 ‘And now we hear the bag-pipe play,
And we maun hae a dance, ladie,
And a’ the country round about
Has heard of Roy’s fame, ladie.

12 ‘Shake your foot, shake your foot,
Shake your foot wi me, ladie,
For now you are my wedded bride
Until the day ye die, ladie.

13 ‘My father dealt in cows and ewes,
Likewise in goats and sheep, ladie,
And a’ the country round about
Has heard of Roy’s fame, ladie.

14 ‘And ye have fifty thousand marks,
Makes me a man compleat, ladie.
Why mayn’t I maid
May I not ride in state, ladie?

15 ‘My father was a Highland laird,
Altho he be now dead, ladie,
And a’ the country round about
Has heard of Roy’s fame, ladie.’

Version E

1 ROB ROY from the Highlands cam
Unto our Scottish border,
And he has stown a lady fair,
To haud his house in order.

2 And when he cam he surrounded the house;
Twenty men their arms did carry;
And he has stown this lady fair,
On purpose her for to marry.

3 And whan he cam he surrounded the house;
No tidings there cam before him,
Or else the lady would have been gone,
For still she did abhor him.

4 Wi murnfu cries and watery eyes,
Fast hauding by her mother,
Wi murnfu cries and watery eyes
They parted frae each other.

5 Nae time he gied her to be dressed
As ladys do when they’re bride, O,
But he hastened and hurried her awa,
And he rowd her in his plaid, O.

6 They rade till they cam to Ballyshine,
At Ballyshine they tarried;
He bought to her a cotton gown,
Yet would she never be married.

7 Three held her up before the priest,
Four carried her to bed, O,
Wi watery eyes and murnfu sighs
When she behind was laid, O.

8 ‘O be content, be content,
Be content to stay, lady,
For you are my wedded wife
Unto my dying day, lady.
Be content, etc.

9 ‘My father is Rob Roy called,
MacGregor is his name, lady;
In all the country whare he dwells,
He does succeed the fame, lady.
Be content, etc.

10 ‘My father he has cows and ewes,
And goats he has anew, lady,
And you and twenty thousand merks
Will mak me a man complete, lady.’
Be content, etc.

Version F

1 ROB ROY frae the Highlands came
Unto the Lawland border,
And he has stolen a lady away,
To haud his house in order.

2 He’s pu’d her out amang his men,
She holding by her mother;
With mournfu cries and watery eyes
They parted frae each other.

3 When they came to the heigh hill-gate,
O it’s aye this lady fainted:
‘O wae! what has that cursed monie
That’s thrown to me invented?’

4 When they came to the heigh hill-gate,
And at Buchanan tarried,
They fetchd to her a cloak and gown,
Yet wad she not be married.

5 Four held her up before the priest,
Four laid her on her bed,
With mournfu cries and watery eyes
When she by him was laid.

6 ‘I’ll be kind, I’ll be kind,
I’ll be kind to thee, lady,
And all the country for thy sake
Shall surely favoured be, lady.

7 ‘Be content, be content,
Be content and stay, lady;
Now ye are my weded wife
Until your dying-day, ladie.

8 ‘Rob Roy was my father called,
McGregor was his name, lady;
In every country where he was,
He did exceed the fame, lady.

9 ‘He was a hedge about his friends,
A terror to his foes, lady,
And every one that did him wrong,
He hit them oer the nose, lady.

10 ‘Be content, be content,
Be content and stay, lady;
Now ye are my wedded wife
Until your dying-day, lady.

11 ‘We will go, we will go,
We will go to France, lady,
Where I before for safety fled,
And there wee’l get a dance, lady.

12 ‘Shake a fit, shake a fit,
Shake a fit to me, lady;
Now ye are my wedded wife
Until your dying-day, lady.

Version G

1 ROB ROY from the Highlands cam
Unto the Lawlan border,
To steal awa a gay ladie,
To haud his house in order.

2 He cam owre the Lock o Lynn,
Twenty men his arms did carry;
Himsel gaed in an fand her out,
Protesting he would marry.

3 ‘O will ye gae wi me? he says,
‘Or will ye be my honey?
Or will ye be my wedded wife?
For I love you best of any.’

4 ‘I winna gae wi you,’ she says,
‘Nor will I be your honey,
Nor will I be your wedded wife;
You love me for my money.’

5 But he set her on a coal-black steed,
Himsel lap on behind her,
An he’s awa to the Highland hills,
Whare her friens they canna find her.

6 ‘Rob Roy was my father ca’d,
MacGregor was his name, ladie;
He led a band o heroes bauld,
An I am here the same, ladie.

7 ‘Be content, Be content,
Be content to stay, ladie;
For thou art my wedded wife
Until thy dying day, ladie.

8 ‘He was a hedge unto his friens,
A heckle to his foes, ladie,
Every one that durst him wrang,
He took him by the nose, ladie.

9 ‘I’m as bold, I’m as bold,
I’m as bold, an more, ladie;
He that daurs dispute my word
Shall feel my guid claymore, ladie.’

Version H

1 ROB ROY is frae the Hielands come
Down to the Lowland border,
And he has stolen that lady away,
To haud his house in order.

2 He set her on a milk-white steed,
Of none he stood in awe,
Untill they reached the Hieland hills,
Aboon the Balmaha.

3 Saying, Be content, Be content,
Be content with me, lady;
Where will ye find in Lennox land
Sae braw a man as me, lady?

4 ‘Rob Roy he was my father called,
MacGregor was his name, lady;
A’ the country, far and near,
Have heard MacGregor’s fame, lady.

5 ‘He was a hedge about his friends,
A heckle to his foes, lady;
If any man did him gainsay,
He felt his deadly blows, lady.

6 ‘I am as bold, I am as bold,
I am as bold, and more, lady;
Any man that doubts my word
May try my gude claymore, lady.

7 ‘Then be content, be content,
Be content with me, lady,
For now ye are my wedded wife
Until the day ye die, lady.’

Version I

1 ROB ROY is frae the Highlands come
Unto the Scottish border,
And he has stolen a lady gay,
To keep his house in order.

2 He and his crew surrounded the house;
No tidings came before him,
Or else I’m sure she wad been gone,
For she did still abhore him.

3 He drew her thro amang his crew,
She holding by her mother;
With watery eyes and mournfu cries
They parted from each other.

4 He’s set her on a milk-white steed,
Himself jumped on behind her,
And he’s awa to the Highland hills,
And her friends they couldna find her.

5 ‘O be content, be content,
O be content and stay, lady,
And never think of going back
Until your dying day, lady.’

6 As they went over hills and dales,
This lady oftimes fainted;
Cries, Wae be to that cursed money
This road to me invented!

7 ‘O dinna think, O dinna think,
O dinna think to ly, lady;
O think na ye yersell weel matchd
On sic a lad as me, lady?

8 ‘What think ye o my coal-black hair,
But and my twinkling een, lady,
A little bonnet on my head,
And cocket up aboon, lady?

9 ‘O dinna think, O dinna think,
O dinna think to ly, lady;
O think nae ye yersell weel matchd
On sic a lad as me, lady?

10 ‘Rob Roy was my father calld,
But Gregory was his name, lady;
There was neither duke nor lord
Could eer succeed his fame, lady.

11 ‘O may not I, may not I,
May not I succeed, lady?
My old father did so design;
O now but he is dead, lady.

12 ‘My father was a hedge about his friends,
A heckle to his foes, lady,
And every one that did him wrang,
He hit them oer the nose, lady.

13 ‘I[’m] as bold, I[’m] as bold,
I[’m] as bold, and more, lady,
And every one that does me wrong
Shall feel my good claymore, lady.

14 ‘You need not fear our country cheer,
Ye’se hae good entertain, lady;
For ye shall hae a feather-bed,
Both lang and broad and green, lady.

15 ‘Come, be content, come, be content,
Come, be content and stay, lady,
And never think of going back
Until yer dying day, lady.’

16 Twa held her up before the priest,
Four laid her in her bed,
And sae mournfully she weeping cry’d
When she by him was laid!

17 ‘Come, dinna think, come dinna think,
Come, dinna think to ly, lady;
You’ll surely think yersell weel matchd
On sic a lad as me, lady.

18 ‘Come, be content, come, be content,
Come, be content and stay, lady,
And never think of going back
Until your dying day, lady.’

Version J

1 FROM Drunkie in the Highlands,
With four and twenty men,
Rob Oig is cam, a lady fair
To carry from the plain.

2 Glengyle and James with him are cam,
To steal Jean Mitchell’s dauchter,
And they have borne her far away,
To haud his house in order.

3 And he has taen Jean Key’s white hand,
And torn her grass-green sleeve,
And rudely tyed her on his horse,
At her friends asked nae leave.

4 They rode till they cam to Ballyshine,
At Ballyshine they tarried;
Nae time he gave her to be dressed,
In cotton gown her married.

5 Three held her up before the priest,
Four carried her to bed, O;
Wi watery eyes and mournfu sighs
She in bed wi Rob was laid, O.

6 ‘Haud far awa from me, Rob Oig,
Haud far awa from me!
Before I lose my maidenhead,
I’ll try my strength with thee.’

7 She’s torn the cap from off her head
And thrown it to the way,
But ere she lost her maidenhead
She fought with him till day.

8 ‘Wae fa, Rob Oig, upon your head,
For you have ravished me,
And taen from me my maidenhead;
O would that I could dee!’

9 ‘My father he is Rob Roy called,
And he has cows and ewes,
And you are now my wedded wife,
And can nae longer chuse.’

Version K

1 ROB ROY frae the Highlands came
Doun to our Lowland border;
It was to steal a lady away,
To haud his house in order.

2 With four-and-twenty Highland men,
His arms for to carry,
He came to steal Blackhill’s daughter,
That lady for to marry.

3 Nae ane kend o his comming,
Nae tiddings came before him,
Else the lady woud hae been away,
For still did she abhore him.

4 They guarded doors and windows round,
Nane coud their plot discover;
Rob Roy enterd then alane,
Expressing how he lovd her.

5 ‘Come go with me, my dear,’ he said,
‘Come go with me, my honey,
And ye shall be my wedded wife,
For I love you best of any.’

6 ‘I will not go with you,’ she said,
‘I’ll never be your honey;
I will not be your wedded wife,
Your love is for my money.’

7 They woud not stay till she was drest
As ladies when thei’r brides, O,
But hurried her awa in haste,
And rowd her in their plaids, O.

8 He drew her out among his crew,
She holding by her mother;
With mournful cries and watry eyes
They parted from each other.

9 He placed her upon a steed,
Then jumped on behind her,
And they are to the Highlands gone,
Her friends they cannot find her.

10 With many a heavy sob and wail,
They saw, as they stood by her,
She was so guarded round about
Her friends could not come nigh her.

11 Her mournful cries were often heard,
But no aid came unto her;
They guarded her on every side
That they could not rescüe her.

12 Over rugged hills and dales
They rode; the lady fainted;
Cried, Woe be to my cursed gold
That has such roads invented!

13 As they came in by Drimmen town
And in by Edingarry,
He bought to her both cloak and gown,
Still thinking she would marry.

14 As they went down yon bonny burn-side,
They at Buchanan tarried;
He clothed her there as a bride,
Yet she would not be married.

15 Without consent they joind their hands,
Which law ought not to carry;
His passion waxed now so hot
He could no longer tarry.

16 Two held her up before the priest,
Four laid her in the bed then,
With sighs and cries and watery eyes
When she was laid beside him.

17 ‘Ye are come to our Highland hills,
Far frae thy native clan, lady;
Never think of going back,
But take it for thy home, lady.

18 ‘I’ll be kind, I’ll be kind,
I’ll be kind to thee, lady;
All the country, for thy sake,
Shall surely favourd be, lady.

19 ‘Rob Roy was my father calld,
MacGregor was his name, lady,
And all the country where he dwelt
He did exceed for fame, lady.

20 ‘Now or then, now or then,
Now or then deny, lady;
Don’t you think yourself well of
With a pretty man like I, lady?

21 ‘He was a hedge about his friends,
A heckle to his foes, lady,
And all that did him any wrong,
He took them by the nose, lady.

22 ‘Don’t think, don’t think,
Don’t think I lie, lady,
Ye may know the truth by what
Was done in your country, lad’y.

23 ‘My father delights in cows and horse,
Likewise in goats and sheep, lady,
And you with thirty thousand marks
Makes me a man complete, lady.

24 ‘Be content, be content,
Be content and stay, lady;
Now ye are my wedded wife
Untill your dying day, lady.

25 ‘Your friends will all seek after me,
But I’ll give them the scorn, lady;
Before dragoons come oer the Forth,
We shall be doun by Lorn, lady.

26 ‘I am bold, I am bold,
But bolder than before, lady;
Any one dare come this way
Shall feel my good claymore, lady.

27 ‘We shall cross the raging seas,
We shall go to France, lady;
There we’ll gar the piper play,
And then we’ll have a dance, lady.

28 ‘Shake a foot, shake a foot,
Shake a foot wi me, lady,
And ye shall be my wedded wife
Until the day ye die, lady.’

Version L

1 Rob Roy’s from the Highlands come
Down to the Lowland border,
An there he’s stole a fair lady away,
To keep his house in order.

2 As he came in by Blackhill gate,
Twenty men his arms did carry,
And he has stole a fair lady away,
On purpose hir to marry.

3 No tidings came unto the house,
Nor none went in before him,
Or else she had been run away,
For she did still abhor him.

4 But with his men he surunded the house,
Himself went in unto hir,
And when that he had found her out
He profest how much he lovt hir.

5 ‘O wilt thou be my dear?’ he says,
‘O wilt thou be my hony?
O wilt thou be my wedded wife?
For I love you far better than ony.’

6 ‘I will not be your dear,’ she says,
‘I will not be your honey,
I will not be your wedded wife;
You love me for my money.’

7 But he hir drew amongst his crew,
She holding by hir mother;
With doleful cries and watry eyes
The parted from each other.

8 He gave hir no time for to dress
As brides do when the marry,
But fast he hurried hir away,
And rowd hir in his plaidy.

9 He set hir on a milk-white steed,
Himslef lept on behind hir,
And he has carried hir away,
Hir friends the could not find hir.

10 The lady’s cries were oftimes heard,
But none durst venture to hir;
She gaurded was on every side,
Hir friends could not rescue hir.

11 As the went over hills and rocks,
The lady oftimes fainted;
Cries, Wo be to my curst mony,
These roads to me invented.

12 As the came in by Drummond town
And at Bachannan tarried,
He bought to her a cloak and gown,
Yet wad she not be married.

13 And when she came the priest before
He askd if she would marry,
But the parson’s zeal it was so hot
For her will he did not tarry.

14 Four held hir up before the priest,
Tow laid hir in hir bed, O,
But still she cried, with watry eyes,
When she was by him laid O.

15 ‘Now you’r to the Highlands come,
Out of your native clime, lady,
Never think of going back,
But tak it for your hame, lady.

16 ‘Be content, be content,
Be content to stay, lady,
Now you are my wedded wife,
Until your dying day, lady.

17 ‘Rob Roy was my father calld,
McGregor was his name, lady,
And all the country where he dwelt
None could exceed his fame, lady.

18 ‘I’ll be kind, I’ll be kind,
I’ll be kind to thee, lady,
A’ thy kindred for thy sake
Shall truly favoured be, lady.

19 ‘My father reignd as Highland king,
And ruled at his will, lady,
There was nether lord nor duke
Durst do him ony ill, lady.

20 ‘Ay through time, ay through time,
Ay through time was he, lady,
Filled was w[ith] sweet revenge
On a’ his enemys, lady.

21 ‘He was a hedge about his friends,
A heckle till his foes, lady,
And every ane that did him rang,
He took them oer the nose, lady.

22 ‘I’m as bold, I’m as bold,
[As bold] as forest boar, lady,
Every ane that does thee rang
Shall feell my stell claymore, lady.

23 ‘Neer a man from Highlands came
That ever did him dare, lady,
But if those persons did escape
He sized upon there gear, lady.
Ay through time, etc.

24 ‘My father dealt in horse and cows,
But thou in goats and sheep, lady,
Thre and twenty thousand merk
Makes me a man complete, lady.
Be content, etc.

25 ‘Of all the exploits my father did
I do him now outshine, lady;
He never took a prize in ’s life
With sic a face as thine, lady.’

226. Lizie Lindsay

Version A

1 * * * * *
OUT it spake Lizee Linzee,
The tear blinket in her ee;
How can I leave father and mother,
Along with young Donald to gae!

2 Out spoke Lizee’s young handmaid,
A bonny young lassie was she;
Said, Were I heress to a kingdom,
Along with young Donald I’d ga.

3 ‘O say ye so to me, Nelly?
O say ye so to me?
Must I leave Edinburgh city,
To the high Highland to gae?’

4 Out spoke Lizie’s own mother,
A good old lady was she;
If you speak such a word to my dochter,
I’ll gar hang [you] hi.

5 ‘Keep well your dochter from me, madam,
Keep well your dochter fa me;
For I care as little for your dochter
As ye can care for me.’

6 The road grew wetty and dubby,
And Lizee began to think lang;
Said, I wish had staid with my mother,
And nae wi young Donald had gane.

7 ‘You’r welcome hame, Sir Donald,
You’r thrice welcome to me;
You’r welcome hame, Sir Donald,
And your young lady you wi.’

8 . . . .
. . . .
‘Ye call na me Sir Donald,
But ca me Donald your son.’

9 ‘Rise up, Lizee Linzee,
You [have] lain too long in the day;
Ye might have helped my mother
To milch her goats and her kie.’

10 Out it spake Lizee Linzee,
The tear blinket in her eye;
‘The ladys of Edinburgh city,
They neither milch goats nor kie.’

Version B

1 ITRR’rrS of a young lord o the Hielands,
A bonnie braw castle had he,
And he says to his lady mither,

146 boon ye will grant to me:
Sall I gae to Edinbruch city,
And fesh hame a lady wi me?’

2 ‘Ye may gae to Edinbruch city,
And fesh hame a lady wi thee,
But see that ye bring her but flattrie,
And court her in grit povertie.’

3 ‘My coat, mither, sall be o the plaiden,
A tartan kilt oure my knee,
Wi hosens and brogues and the bonnet;
I’ll court her wi nar flattrie.’

4 Whan he cam to Edinbruch city,
He playd at the ring and the ba,
And saw monie a bonnie young ladie,
But Lizie Lindsay was first o them a’.

5 Syne, dressd in his Hieland grey plaiden,
His bonnet abune his ee-bree,
He called on fair Lizie Lindsay;
Says, Lizie, will ye fancy me?

6 ‘And gae to the Hielands, my lassie,
And gae, gae wi me?
O gae to the Hielands, Lizie Lindsay,
I’ll feed you on curds and green whey.

7 ‘And ye’se get a bed o green bracken,
My plaidie will hap thee and me;
Ye’se lie in my arms, bonnie Lizie,
If ye’ll gae to the Hielands wi me.’

8 ‘O how can I gae to the Hielands,
Or how can I gae wi thee,
Whan I dinna ken whare I’m gaing,
Nor wha I hae to gae wi?’

9 ‘My father, he is an auld shepherd,
My mither, she is an auld dey;
My name it is Donald Macdonald,
My name I’ll never deny.’

10 ‘O Donald, I’ll gie ye five guineas
To sit ae hour in my room,
Till I tak aff your ruddy picture;
Whan I hae ’t, I’ll never think lang.’

11 ‘I dinna care for your five guineas;
It’s ye that’s the jewel to me;
I’ve plenty o kye in the Hielands,
To feed ye wi curds and green whey.

12 ‘And ye’se get a bonnie blue plaidie,
Wi red and green strips thro it a’;
And I’ll be the lord o your dwalling,
And that’s the best picture ava.

13 ‘And I am laird o a’ my possessions;
The king canna boast o na mair;
And ye’se hae my true heart in keeping,
There’ll be na ither een hae a share.

14 ‘Sae gae to the Hielands, my lassie,
O gae awa happy wi me;
O gae to the Hielands, Lizie Lindsay,
And hird the wee lammies wi me.’

15 ‘O how can I gae wi a stranger,
Oure hills and oure glens frae my hame?’
‘I tell ye I am Donald Macdonald;
I’ll ever be proud o my name.’

16 Doun cam Lizie Lindsay’s ain father,
A knicht o a noble degree;
Says, If ye do steal my dear daughter,
It’s hangit ye quickly sall be.

17 On his heel he turned round wi a bouncie,
And a licht lauch he did gie:
‘There’s nae law in Edinbruch city
This day that can dare to hang me.’

18 Then up bespak Lizie’s best woman,
And a bonnie young lass was she;
‘Had I but a mark in my pouchie,
It’s Donald that I wad gae wi.’

19 ‘O Helen, wad ye leave your coffer,
And a’ your silk kirtles sae braw,
And gang wi a bare-houghd puir laddie,
And leave father, mither, and a’?

20 ‘But I think he’s a witch or a warlock,
Or something o that fell degree,
For I’ll gae awa wi young Donald,
Whatever my fortune may be.’

21 Then Lizie laid doun her silk mantle,
And put on her waiting-maid’s goun,
And aff and awa to the Hielands
She’s gane wi this young shepherd loun.

22 Thro glens and oure mountains they wanderd,
Till Lizie had scantlie a shoe;
‘Alas and ohone!’ says fair Lizie,
‘Sad was the first day I saw you!
I wish I war in Edinbruch city;
Fu sair, sair this pastime I rue.’

23 ‘O haud your tongue now, bonnie Lizie,
For yonder’s the shieling, my hame;
And there’s my guid auld honest mither,
That’s coming to meet ye her lane.’

24 ‘O ye’re welcome, ye’re welcome, Sir Donald,
Ye’re welcome hame to your ain.’
‘O ca me na young Sir Donald,
But ca me Donald my son;’
And this they hae spoken in Erse,
That Lizie micht not understand.

25 The day being weetie and daggie,
They lay till ’twas lang o the day:
‘Win up, win up, bonnie Lizie,
And help at the milking the kye.’

26 O slowly raise up Lizie Lindsay,
The saut tear blindit her ee:
‘O, war I in Edinbruch city,
The Hielands shoud never see me!’

27 He led her up to a hie mountain
And bade her look out far and wide:
‘I’m lord o thae isles and thae mountains,
And ye’re now my beautiful bride.

28 ‘Sae rue na ye’ve come to the Hielands,
Sae rue na ye’ve come aff wi me,
For ye’re great Macdonald’s braw lady,
And will be to the day that ye dee.’

Version C

1 WHAT wad ye gie to me, mither,
What wad ye gie to me,
If I wad go to Edinbruch city
And bring hame Lizie Lindsey to thee?’

2 ‘Meikle wad I gie to thee, Donald,
Meikle wad I gie to thee,
If ye wad gang to Edinbruch city
And court her as in povertie.’

3 Whan he cam to Edinbruch city,
And there a while to resort,
He called on fair Lizie Lindsey,
Wha lived at the Canongate-Port.

4 ‘Will ye gang to the Hielands, Lizie Lindsey?
Will ye gae to the Hielands wi me?
And I will gie ye a cup o the curds,
Likewise a cup of green whey.

5 ‘And I will gie ye a bed o green threshes,
Likewise a happing o grey,
If ye will gae to the Hielands, Lizie Lindsey,
If ye’ll gae to the Hielands wi me.’

6 ‘How can I gang?’ says Lizie Lindsey,
‘How can I gang wi thee?
I dinna ken whare I am gaing,
Nor wha I am gaing wi.’

7 ‘My father is a cowper o cattle,
My mither is an auld dey;
My name is Donald Macdonald,
My name I’ll never deny.’

8 Doun cam Lizie Lindsey’s father,
A revrend auld gentleman was he:
‘If ye steal awa my dochter,
Hie hanged ye sall be.’

9 He turned him round on his heel
And [a] licht lauch gied he;
‘There is na law in a’ Edinbruch city
This day that can hang me.’

10 It’s doun cam Lizie’s hand-maid,
A bonnie young lass was she:
‘If I had ae crown in a’ the warld,
Awa wi that fellow I’d gae.’

11 ‘Do ye say sae to me, Nelly?
Do ye say sae to me?
Wad ye leave your father and mither,
And awa wi that fellow wad gae?’

12 She has kilted her coats o green silk
A little below her knee,
And she’s awa to the Hielands wi Donald,
To bear him companie.

13 And whan they cam to the vallies
The hie hills war coverd wi snow,
Which caused monie a saut tear
From Lizie’s een to flow.

14 ‘O, gin I war in Edinbruch city,
And safe in my ain countrie,
O, gin I war in Edinbruch city,
The Hielands shoud never see me.’

15 ‘O haud your tongue, Lizie Lindsey,
Na mair o that let me see;
I’ll tak ye back to Edinbruch city,
And safe to your ain countrie.’

16 RR‘rrThough I war in Edinbruch city,
And safe in my ain countrie,
Though I war in Edinbruch city,
O wha wad care for me!’

17 Whan they cam to the shiels o Kilcushneuch,
Out there cam an auld dey:
‘Ye’re welcome here, Sir Donald,
You and your lady gay.’

18 ‘Ca me na mair Sir Donald,
But ca me Donald your son,
And I’ll ca ye my auld mither,
Till the lang winter nicht is begun.’

19 ‘A’ this was spoken in Erse,
That Lizie micht na ken;
A’ this was spoken in Erse,
And syne the broad English began.

20 ‘Ye’ll gae and mak to our supper
A cup o the curds and whey,
And ye’ll mak a bed o green threshes,
Likewise a happing o grey.’

21 ‘Won up, won up, Lizie Lindsey,
Ye’ve lain oure lang in the day;
Ye micht hae been helping my mither
To milk the ewes and the kye.’

22 Then up got Lizie Lindsey,
And the tear blindit her ee:
‘O, gin I war in Edinbruch city,
The Hielands shoud never see me!’

23 ‘Won up, won up, Lizie Lindsey,
A fairer sicht ye hae to see;
Do ye see yon bonnie braw castle?
Lady o it ye will be.’

Version D

1 THERE dwalt a lass in the South Countrie,
Lizzy Lindsay called by name,
And many a laird and lord sought her,
But nane o them a’ could her gain.

2 Out spoke the heir o Kinkawsie,
An down to his fader spoke he;
‘Fat would ye think o me, fadther,
Fat would ye think o me,
To go to Edinburgh city,
Bring hame Lizzy Lindsay wi me?’

3 Out and spoke his auld modther,
An auld revrend lady was she;
‘Court her wi nae fause flatterie,
But in great policie.’

4 He was nae in Edinbruch citie
But a twalmont an a day,
When a’ the young lairds an the ladies
Went forth to sport an play:
There was nane like Lizzy Lindsay,
She was baith gallan an gay.

5 ‘Will ye go to the Hielans, Lizzy Linsay?
Will ye go to the Hielans wi me?
If ye’ll go to the Hielans, Lizz[y] Linsay,
I’ll gar ye get crouds an green whey.’

6 ‘How can I go to the Hielans?
Or hoo will I go with thee?
I dinna ken whaar I’m going,
Or fa ’tis I would go wi.’

7 ‘RR rrmy fadther he is an auld couper,
My modther a brave auld dey;
If ye’ll go to the Hieland[s], Lizzy Linsay,
I’ll gar ye get cruds and green whey.’

8 Out it spoke Lizzy’s best maiden,
A wat a fine creature was she;
‘Tho I were born heir till a crown,
It’s young Donald that I would go wi.’

9 ‘Oh say ye sae to me, Nelly?
Oh say ye sae to me?
Will I cast off my fine gowns and laces,
An gae to the Highlans him wi?’

10 She’s putten her hand in her pocket,
She’s taen out ten guineas roun:
‘And that wad I gie to thee, Donald,
To stay but ae hour i my room,
Till I get your fair pictur painted,
To haud me unthought lang.’

11 ‘I care as little for your guineas
As you can care for mine;
But gin that ye like my fair face,
Then gae wi me, if that ye incline.’

12 Out it spak Lizzy’s auld mither,
I wite a fine lady was she;
‘Gin I hear you speak sae to my daughter,
I vow I’se cause them hang thee.’

13 He turned about on his heel,
And a loud, loud laughter gae he:
‘They are not in Edinburgh city,
I trow, that dare hamg me.

14 ‘But an ye come to the Canongate-Port-+--+-
An there ye’ll be sure to see me-+--+-
Bring wi ye a bottle of sherry,
I’ll bear you good company.’

15 They sought all Edinboro citie,
They sought it roun an roun,
Thinkin to fin Lizzy Lindsay,
But awa to the Highlans she’s gane.

16 Whan they came to the shielin,
Out bespoke the ould dye;
‘You’re welcome home, Sir Donald,
Lang hae we been thinkin for thee.’

17 ‘Ye’ll call nae mair Sir Donald,
Ye’ll call me nae sic thing;
But ye’se be my auld mither,
And I’se be Donald your sin.

18 ‘Ye’ll mak for us a supper,
A supper o cruds and green whey,
And likewise a bed o green rashes,
For Lizzy and I to ly.’

19 She’s made for them a supper,
A supper o cruds and why,
And likewise a bed o green rashes,
For Lizzy and him to ly.

20 But Donald rose up i the mornin,
The rest o his glens to spy;
It was to look for his goats,
His goats, his yows, an his kye.

21 But Lizzy, beein wearied wi travel,
She lay till ’twas lang i the day:
‘Get up, get up, Lizzy Linsay,
What maks you sae lang for to ly?
You had better been helping my mither
To milk her yews and her kye.’

22 But Lizzy drew till her her stockins,
The tears fell down on her eye:
‘I wish I were at Edinboro city,
I can neither milk yews nor kye.’

23 ‘Oh hold your tongue, Lizzy Linsay,
Your weepin I mustna be wi;
I’ll sen you hame to your mither,
In the greatest o safety.’

24 But he has tane her by the han,
And has shewn her the straight way to go:
‘An dont you see bonny Kincawsie,
Wher you and I is to ly?’

25 Out then comes his old mither,
An twenty brave knichts her wi:
‘Y’re welcome home, Sir Donald,
Lang hae we been thinkin for thee.’

26 Out then comes his old father,
An twenty brave ladies him wi:
‘You’r welcome home, Sir Donald,
An that fair creature you wi.’

27 He’s taken her by the han,
An he’s shewn her the straight way in:
‘An ye’se be Lady Kincawsie,
An ye’se hae Donal, my sin.’

Version E

1 IN Edinburgh lived a lady,
Was ca’d Lizie Lindsay by name,
Was courted by mony fine suitors,
And mony rich person of fame:
Tho lords of renown had her courted,
Yet none her favour could gain.

2 Then spake the young laird o Kingcaussie,
And a bonny young boy was he;
‘Then let me a year to the city,
I’ll come, and that lady wi me.’

3 Then spake the auld laird o Kingcaussie,
A canty auld mannie was he;
‘What think ye by our little Donald,
Sae proudly and crously cracks he?

4 ‘But he’s win a year to the city,
If that I be a living man;
And what he can mak o this lady,
We shall lat him do as he can.’

5 He’s stript aff his fine costly robes,
And put on the single liverie;
With no equipage nor attendance,
To Edinburgh city went he.

6 Now there was a ball in the city,
A ball o great mirth and great fame;
And fa danced wi Donald that day
But bonny Lizie Lindsay on the green!

7 ‘Will ye gang to the Hielands, bonny Lizie?
Will ye gang to the Hielands wi me?
Will ye leave the South Country ladies,
And gang to the Hielands wi me?’

8 The lady she turned about,
And answered him courteouslie;
‘I’d like to ken faer I am gaun first,
And fa I am gaun to gang wi.’

9 ‘O Lizie, ae favour I’ll ask you,
This favour I pray not deny;
Ye’ll tell me your place of abode,
And your nearest o kindred do stay.’

10 ‘Ye’ll call at the Canogate-Port,
At the Canogate-Port call ye;
I’ll gie you a bottle o wine,
And I’ll bear you my companie.’

11 Syne he called at the Canogate-Port,
At the Canogate-Port calld he;
She gae him a bottle o wine,
And she gae him her companie.

12 ‘Will ye gang to the Hielands, bonny Lizie?
Will ye gang to the Hielands wi me?
Will ye leave the South Country ladies,
And gang to the Hielands wi me?’

13 Then out spake Lizie’s auld mither,
For a very auld lady was she;
‘If ye cast ony creed on my dochter,
High hanged I’ll cause you to be.’

14 ‘O keep hame your dochter, auld woman,
And latna her gang wi me;
I can cast nae mair creed on your dochter,
Nae mair than she can on me.’

15 ‘Now, young man, ae question I’ll ask you,
Sin ye mean to honour us sae;
Ye’ll tell me how braid your lands lie,
Your name, and faer ye hae to gae.’

16 ‘My father he is an auld soutter,
My mither she is an auld dey,
And I’m but a puir broken trooper,
My kindred I winna deny.

17 ‘Yet I’m nae a man o great honour,
Nor am I a man o great fame;
My name it is Donald M’Donald,
I’ll tell it, and winna think shame.

18 ‘Will ye gang to the Hielands, bonny Lizie?
Will ye gang to the Hielands wi me?
Will ye leave the South Country ladies,
And gang to the Hielands wi me?’

19 ‘O Donald, I’ll gie you ten guineas,
If ye woud but stay in my room
Until that I draw your fair picture,
To look on it fan I think lang.’

20 ‘No, I carena mair for your guineas,
Nae mair than ye care for mine;
But if that ye love my ain person,
Gae wi me, maid, if ye incline.’

21 Then out spake Lizie’s bower-woman,
And a bonny young lassie was she;
Tho I was born heir to a crown,
Young Donald, I woud gang him wi.

22 Up raise then the bonny young lady,
And drew till her stockings and sheen,
And packd up her claise in fine bundles,
And awa wi young Donald she’s gane.

23 The roads they were rocky and knabby,
The mountains were baith strait and stay;
When Lizie grew wearied wi travel,
For she’d travelld a very lang way.

24 ‘O turn again, bonny Lizie Lindsay,
O turn again,’ said he;
‘We’re but ae day’s journey frae town,
O turn, and I’ll turn wi thee.’

25 Out speaks the bonny young lady,
Till the saut tear blinded her ee;
Altho I’d return to the city,
There’s nae person woud care for me.

26 When they came near the end o their journey,
To the house o their father’s milk-dey,
He said, Stay still there, Lizie Lindsay,
Till I tell my mither o thee.

27 When he came into the shielen,
She hailed him courteouslie;
Said, Ye’re welcome hame, Sir Donald,
There’s been mony ane calling for thee.

28 ‘O ca me na mair, Sir Donald,
But Donald M’Donald your son;
We’ll carry the joke a bit farther,
There’s a bonny young lady to come.’

29 When Lizie came into the shielen,
She lookd as if she’d been a feel;
She sawna a seat to sit down on,
But only some sunks o green feall.

30 ‘Now make us a supper, dear mither,
The best o your cruds and green whey;
And make us a bed o green rashes,
And covert wi huddins sae grey.’

31 But Lizie being wearied wi travel,
She lay till ’twas up i the day:
‘Ye might hae been up an hour seener,
To milk baith the ewes and the kye.’

32 Out then speaks the bonny young lady,
Whan the saut tear drapt frae her eye;
I wish that I had bidden at hame,
I can neither milk ewes nor kye.

33 ‘I wish that I had bidden at hame,
The Hielands I never had seen,
Altho I love Donald M’Donald,
The laddie wi Blythe blinking een.’

34 ‘Win up, win up, O bonny Lizie,
And dress in the silks sae gay;
I’ll show you the yetts o Kingcaussie,
Whare I’ve playd me mony a day.’

35 Up raise the bonny young lady,
And drest in thd silks sae fine,
And into young Donald’s arms
Awa to Kingcaussie she’s gane.

36 Forth came the auld laird o Kingcaussie,
And hailed her courteouslie;
Says, Ye’re welcome, bonny Lizie Lindsay,
Ye’re welcome hame to me.

37 ‘Tho lords o renown hae you courted,
Young Donald your favour has won;
Ye’se get a’ the lands o Kingcaussie,
And Donald M’Donald, my son.’

Version F

1 THERE was a braw ball in Edinburgh,
And mony braw ladies were there,
But nae ane at a’ the assembly
Could wi Lizzie Lindsay compare.

2 In cam the young laird o Kincassie,
An a bonnie young laddie was he:
‘Will ye lea yere ain kintra, Lizzie,
An gang to the Hielands wi me?’

3 She turned her roun on her heel,
An a very loud laughter gaed she:
‘I wad like to ken whar I was ganging,
And wha I was gaun to gang wi.’

4 ‘My name is young Donald M’Donald,
My name I will never deny;
My father he is an auld shepherd,
Sae weel as he can herd the kye!

5 ‘My father he is an auld shepherd,
My mother she is an auld dame;
If ye’ll gang to the Hielands, bonnie Lizzie,
Ye’s neither want curds nor cream.’

6 ‘If ye’ll call at the Canongate-Port,
At the Canongate-Port call on me,
I’ll give you a bottle of sherry,
And bear you companie.’

7 He ca’d at the Canongate-Port,
At the Canongate-Port called he;
She drank wi him a bottle o sherry,
And bore him guid companie.

8 ‘Will ye go to the Hielands, bonnie Lizzie?
Will ye go to the Hielands wi me?
If ye’ll go to the Hielands, bonnie Lizzie,
Ye shall not want curds nor green whey.’

9 In there cam her auld mither,
A jolly auld lady was she:
‘I wad like to ken whar she was ganging,
And wha she was gaun to gang wi.’

10 ‘My name is young Donald M’Donald,
My name I will never deny;
My father he is an auld shepherd,
Sae weel as he can herd the kye!

11 ‘O but I would give you ten guineas
To have her one hour in a room,
To get her fair body a picture,
To keep me from thinking long.’

12 ‘O I value not your ten guineas,
As little as you value mine;
But if that you covet my daughter,
Take her with you, if you do incline.’

13 ‘Pack up my silks and my satins,
And pack up my hose and my shoon,
And likewise my clothes in small bundles,
And away wi young Donald I’ll gang.’

14 They packd up her silks and her satins,
They packd up her hose and her shoon,
And likewise her clothes in small bundles,
And away wi young Donald she’s gane.

15 When that they cam to the Hielands,
The braes they were baith lang and stey;
Bonnie Lizzie was wearied wi ganging,
She had travelld a lang summer day.

16 ‘O are we near hame, Sir Donald?
O are we near hame, I pray?’
‘We’re no near hame, bonnie Lizzie,
Nor yet the half o the way.’

17 They cam to a homely poor cottage,
An auld man was stnading by:
‘Ye’re welcome hame, Sir Donald,
Ye’ve been sae lang away.’

18 ‘O call me no more Sir Donald,
But call me young Donald your son,
For I have a bonnie young lady
Behind me for to come in.’

19 ‘Come in, come in, bonnie Lizzie,
Come in, come in,’ said he;
‘Although that our cottage be little,
Perhaps the better we’ll gree.

20 ‘O make us a supper, dear mother,
And make it of curds an green whey;
And make us a bed o green rushes,
And cover it oer wi green hay.’

21 ‘Rise up, rise up, bonnie Lizzie,
Why lie ye so long in the day?
Ye might hae been helping my mother
To make the curds and green whey.’

22 ‘O haud your tongue, Sir Donald,
O haud your tongue, I pray;
I wish I had neer left my mother;
I can neither make curds nor whey.’

23 ‘Rise up, rise up, bonnie Lizzie,
And put on your satins so fine,
For we maun to be at Kincassie
Before that the clock strikes nine.’

24 But when they came to Kincassie
The porter was standing by:
‘Ye’re welcome home, Sir Donald,
Ye’ve been so long away.’

25 It’s down then came his auld mither,
With all the keys in her hand,
Saying, Take you these, bonnie Lizzie,
All under them’s at your command.

Version G

1 ‘WILL you go to the Highlands wi me, Leezie?
Will you go to the Highlands wi me?
Will you go to the Highlands wi me, Leezie?
And you shall have curds and green whey.’

2 Then up spoke Leezie’s mother,
A gallant old lady was she;
‘If you talk so to my daughter,
High hanged I’ll gar you be.’

3 And then she changed her coaties,
And then she changed them to green,
And then she changed her coaties,
Young Donald to gang wi.

4 But the roads grew broad and broad,
And the mountains grew high and high,
Which caused many a tear
To fall from Leezie’s eye.

5 But the roads grew broad and broad,
And the mountains grew high and high,
Till they came to the glens of Glen Koustie,
And out there came an old die.

6 ‘You’re welcome here, Sir Donald,
And your fair ladie,
. . . .
. . . .’

7 ‘O call me not Sir Donald,
But call me Donald your son,
And I will call you mother,
Till this long night be done.’

8 These words were spoken in Gaelic,
And Leezie did not them ken;
These words were spoken in Gaelic,
And then plain English began.

9 ‘O make her a supper, mother,
O make her a supper wi me;
O make her a supper, mother,
Of curds and green whey.’

10 ‘You must get up, Leezie Lindsay,
. . . .
You must get up, Leezie Lindsay,
For it is far in the day.’

11 And then they went out together,
And a braw new bigging saw she,
And out cam Lord Macdonald,
And his gay companie.

12 ‘You’re welcome here, Leezie Lindsay,
The flower of a’ your kin,
And you shall be Lady Macdonald,
Since you have got Donald, my son.’

Version H

1 Ther lives a maid in Edinbrugh citty,
Elisa Lindsy they call her by name;
Monye an came to court her,
But a’ ther suit was in vain.

2 Out spak the hear of Carnuss,
An out spak he;
‘Fat wad ye think of me if I wad gae to Edinbrugh citty
An bring this fair creatur we me?’

3 ‘If ye gae to Edinbrugh city
An bring this fair creatur we the,
Bring her home we ne flatry,
But by grait policy.’

4 Fan he came to the Netherbou,
Elisa Lindsy for to see,
She drank we him a bottel of cherry,
And bare him gued company.

5 ‘Will ye goo to the Hillands we me, Lisee?
Will ye go to [the] Hillands we me?
. . . . . . . .
Ye’s gett cruds an grean why.’

6 Out spak Lissy’s mother,
An out spak she;
‘If ye say so to my daughter,
[I] swaer I ell gar ye die.’

7 ‘Keep well yer dother, old lady,
Keep well yer dother fra me,
For I care as littel for yer dother
As she dos for me.’

8 Out spak Lissie Lindsy,
We the tear in her eay;
‘I will gie ye ten gunies,
If ye wad bat sitt in my roum bat a whill
Till I dra you[r] picter,
To mind me on your swit smill.’

9 ‘I care as littel for your ten gunies
As ye dou for mine,
But if ye love my person,
Goo we me if ye inclayn.’

10 Fan they came to Carnusie, an even to the glen,
Out came the old day:
‘Ye’r welcom home, Sir Donall, ye’r welcom home,
An that fair creatur ye we.’

11 ‘Caa na me mare Sir Donald,
Bat caa me Donall, yer son,
An I’ll caa ye my mother,
An caa me Donall, yer son:’
The words wer spoken in Ears,
Lissie she had nean.

12 ‘Gett us a supper of cruds,
[A supper of cruds] an green whay,
An a bed of the best of yeer rushes,
Besids a covering of gray.’

13 Lissy Lindsy bieng weary,
She lay over long in they day:
‘Win up, Lissy Lindsy,
Ye haa layen our lang in the day;
Ye might haa ben out we my mider,
Milken the eus an the kay.’

14 Out spak Lissie Lindsy,
The tear in her eay;
‘I wiss I wer in Edenbrugh citty,
I cann milk eus nor kay.’

15 ‘Hold your toung, Lissie Lindsy,
An dou not freat on me,
For I will haa ye back to Edenbrugh citty,
Nou we grait safity.’

16 Out spak Lissie Lindsy,
The tear in her eay;
‘If I wer in Edenbrugh citty,
They woud think littel of me.’

17 He touk her by the milk-white hand,
Some other forest to vue;
. . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .

18 Fan they came to Carnusy, out came Donal’s father,
A gay old knight was he;
Out cam Donald’s father,
An four-an-tuenty him we.

19 ‘Ye’r welcom, Lissie Lends[y],
Dear welcom to me;
Ye’s be Lady Carnusie,
An gett Donal, my son.’

20 Out came Donald’s mother,
An four-an-tuenty her we:
‘Ye’r welcom, my son,
An that fair creatur ye we.’

227. Bonny Lizie Baillie

1 It fell about the Lambmass tide,
When the leaves were fresh and green,
Lizie Bailie is to Gartartain [gane],
To see her sister Jean.

2 She had not been in Gartartain
Even but a little while
Till luck and fortune happend her,
And she went to the Isle.

3 And when she went into the Isle
She met with Duncan Grahame;
So bravely as he courted her!
And he convoyd her hame.

4 ‘My bonny Lizie Bailie,
I’ll row thee in my pladie,
If thou will go along with me
And be my Highland lady.’

5 ‘If I would go along with thee,
I think I were not wise;
For I cannot milk cow nor ewe,
Nor yet can I speak Erse.’

6 ‘Hold thy tongue, bonny Lizie Bailie,
And hold thy tongue,’ said he;
‘For any thing that thou does lack,
My dear, I’ll learn thee.’

7 She would not have a Lowland laird,
He wears the high-heeld shoes;
She will marry Duncan Grahame,
For Duncan wears his trews.

8 She would not have a gentleman,
A farmer in Kilsyth,
But she would have the Highland man,
He lives into Monteith.

9 She would not have the Lowland man,
Nor yet the English laddie,
But she would have the Highland man,
To row her in his pladie.

10 He took her by the milk-white hand,
And he convoyed her hame,
And still she thought, both night and day,
On bonny Duncan Grahame.

11 ‘O bonny Duncan Grahame,
Why should ye me miscarry?
For, if you have a love for me,
We’ll meet a[t] Castle Carry.

12 ‘As I came in by Dennie bridge,
And by the holland-bush,
My mother took from me my cloaths,
My rings, ay and my purse.

13 ‘Hold your tongue, my mother dear,
For that I do not care;
For I will go with Duncan Grahame
Tho I should ner get mair.

14 ‘For first when I met Duncan Grahame
I met with meikle joy,
And many pretty Highland men
Was there at my convoy.’

15 And now he is gone through the muir,
And she is through the glen:
‘O bonny Lizie Bailie,
When will we meet again!’

17 Shame light on these logerheads
That lives in Castle Carry,
That let away the bonny lass
The Highland man to marry!

16 ‘O bonny Lizie, stay at home!
Thy mother cannot want thee;
For any thing that thou does lack,
My dear, I’ll cause get thee.’

18 ‘I would not give my Duncan Grahame
For all my father’s land,
Although he had three lairdships more,
And all at my command.’

19 And she’s cast off her silken gowns,
That she weard in the Lowland,
And she’s up to the Highland hills,
To wear [the] gowns of tartain.

20 And she’s cast off her high-heeld shoes,
Was made of the gilded leather,
And she’s up to Gillecrankie,
To go among the heather.

21 And she’s cast off her high-heeld shoes,
And put on a pair of laigh ones,
And she’s away with Duncan Grahame,
To go among the brachans.

22 ‘O my bonny Lizie Bailie,
Thy mother cannot want thee;
And if thou go with Duncan Grahame
Thou’ll be a Gilliecrankie.’

23 ‘Hold your tongue, my mother dear,
And folly let thee be;
Should I not fancie Duncan Grahame
When Duncan fancies me?

24 ‘Hold your tongue, my father dear,
And folly let thee be;
For I will go with Duncan Grahame
Fore all the men I see.’

25 ‘Who is it that’s done this turn?
Who has done this deed?’
‘A minister it’s, father,’ she says,
‘Lives at the Rughburn bridge.’

26 ‘A minister, daughter?’ he says,
‘A minister for mister!’
‘O hold your tongue, my father dear,
He married first my sister.’

27 ‘O fare you well, my daughter dear,
So dearly as I lovd thee!
Since thou wilt go to Duncan Grahame,
My bonny Lizie Bailie.’

28 ‘O fare you well, my father dear,
Also my sister Betty;
O fare you well, my mother dear,
I leave you all compleatly.’

228. Glasgow Peggie

Version A

1 ‘AS I cam in by Glasgow town,
The Highland troops were a’ before me,
And the bonniest lass that eer I saw,
She lives in Glasgow, they ca her Peggie.

2 ‘I wad gie my bonnie black horse,
So wad I my gude grey naigie,
If I were twa hundred miles in the north,
And nane wi me but my bonnie Peggie.’

3 Up then spak her father dear,
Dear wow! but he was wondrous sorrie;
‘Weel may ye steal a cow or a yowe,
But ye dare nae steal my bonnie Peggie.’

4 Up then spak her mother dear,
Dear wow! but she spak wondrous sorrie;
Now since I have brought ye up this length,
Wad ye gang awa wi a Highland fellow?’

5 He set her on his bonnie black horse,
He set himsel on his gude grey naigie,
And they have ridden oer hills and dales,
And he’s awa wi his bonnie Peggie.

6 They have ridden oer hills and dales,
They have ridden oer mountains many,
Until they cam to a low, low glen,
And there he’s lain down wi his bonnie Peggie.

7 Up then spak the Earl of Argyle,
Dear wow! but he spak wondrous sorrie;
‘The bonniest lass in a’ Scotland
Is off and awa wi a Highland fellow!’

8 Their bed was of the bonnie green grass,
Their blankets war o the hay sae bonnie;
He folded his philabeg below her head,
And he’s lain down wi his bonnie Peggie.

9 Up then spak the bonny Lowland lass,
And wow! but she spak wondrous sorrie;
‘I’se warrant my mither wad hae a gay sair heart
To see me lien here wi you, my Willie.’

10 ‘In my father’s house there’s feather-beds,
Feather-beds, and blankets mony;
They’re a’ mine, and they’ll sune be thine,
And what needs your mither be sae sorrie, Peggie?

11 ‘Dinna you see yon nine score o kye,
Feeding on yon hill sae bonnie?
They’re a’ mine, and they’ll sune be thine,
And what needs your mither be sorrie, Peggie?

12 ‘Dinna you see yon nine score o sheep,
Feeding on yon brae sae bonnie?
They’re a’ mine, and they’ll sune be thine,
And what needs your mither be sorrie for ye?

13 ‘Dinna ye see yon bonnie white house,
Shining on yon brae sae bonnie?
And I am the Earl of the Isle of Skye,
And surely my Peggie will be ca’d a lady.’

Version B

1 THE Lawland lads think they are fine,
But the Hieland lads are brisk and gaucy,
And they are awa, near Glasgow toun,
To steal awa a bonnie lassie.

2 ‘I wad gie my gude brown steed,
And sae wad I my gude grey naigie,
That I war fifty miles frae the toun,
And nane wi me but my bonnie Peggy.’

3 But up then spak the auld gudman,
And vow! but he spak wondrous saucie;
‘Ye may steal awa our cows and ewes,
But ye sanna get our bonnie lassie.’

4 ‘I have got cows and ewes anew,
I’ve got gowd and gear already;
Sae I dinna want your cows nor ewes,
But I will hae your bonnie Peggy.’

5 ‘I’ll follow you oure moss and muir,
I’ll follow you oure mountains many,
I’ll follow you through frost and snaw,
I’ll stay na langer wi my daddie.’

6 He set her on a gude brown steed,
Himself upon a gude grey naigie;
They’re oure hills, and oure dales,
And he’s awa wi his bonnie Peggy.

7 As they rade out by Glasgow toun,
And doun by the hills o Achildounie,
There they met the Earl of Hume,
And his auld son, riding bonnie.

8 Out bespak the Earl of Hume,
And O! but he spak wondrous sorry;
‘The bonniest lass about a’ Glasgow toun
This day is awa wi a Hieland laddie!’

9 As they rade bye auld Drymen toun,
The lasses leuch and lookit saucy,
That the bonniest lass they ever saw
Sud be riding awa wi a Hieland laddie.

10 They rode on through moss and muir,
And so did they owre mountains many,
Until that they cam to yonder glen,
And she’s lain doun wi her Hieland laddie.

11 Gude green hay was Peggy’s bed,
And brakens war her blankets bonnie,
Wi his tartan plaid aneath her head;
And she’s lain doun wi her Hieland laddie.

12 ‘There’s beds and bowsters in my father’s house,
There’s sheets and blankets, and a’ thing ready,
And wadna they be angry wi me,
To see me lie sae wi a Hieland laddie!’

13 ‘Tho there’s beds and beddin in your father’s house,
Sheets and blankets, and a’ made ready,
Yet why sud they be angry wi thee,
Though I be but a Hieland laddie?

14 ‘It’s I hae fifty acres of land,
It’s a’ plowd and sawn already;
I am Donald, the Lord of Skye,
And why sud na Peggy be calld a lady?

15 ‘I hae fifty gude milk kye,
A’ tied to the staws already;
I am Donald, the Lord of Skye,
And why sud na Peggy be calld a lady?

16 ‘See ye no a’ yon castles and towrs?
The sun sheens owre them a sae bonnie;
I am Donald, the Lord of Skye,
I think I’ll mak ye as blythe as onie.’

17 A’ that Peggy left behind
Was a cot-house and a wee kail-yardie;
Now I think she is better by far
Than tho she had got a Lawland lairdie.

Version C

228 * * *
‘HE set her on his bonnie black horse,
He set himsel on his gude grey naigie;
He has ridden over hills, he has ridden over dales,
And he’s quite awa wi my bonny Peggy.

2 ‘Her brow it is brent and her middle it is jimp,
Her arms are long and her fingers slender;
One sight of her eyes makes my very heart rejoice,
And wae’s my heart that we should sunder!’

3 His sheets were of the good green hay,
His blankets were of the brackens bonnie;
He’s laid his trews beneath her head,
And she’s lain down wi her Highland laddie.

4 ‘I am my mother’s ae daughter,
And she had nae mair unto my daddie,
And this night she would have a sore, sore heart
For to see me lye down with a Highland laddie.’

5 ‘Ye are your mother’s ae daughter,
And she had nae mae unto your daddie;
This night she need not have a sore, sore heart
For to see you lie down with a Highland laddie.

6 ‘I have four-and-twenty acres of land,
It is ploughed, it is sown, and is always ready,
And you shall have servants at your command;
And why should you slight a Highland laddie?

7 ‘I have four-and-twenty good milk-kye,
They are feeding on yon meadow bonnie;
Besides, I have both lambs and ewes,
Going low in the haughs o Galla water.

8 ‘My house it stands on yon hill-side,
My broadsword, durk, and bow is ready,
And you shall have servants at your command;
And why may not Peggy be called a lady?’

Version D

1 A BONNY laddie brisk and gay,
A handsome youth sae brisk and gaddie,
And he is on to Glasgow town,
To steal awa his bonny Peggy.

2 When he came into Glasgow town,
Upon her father’s green sae steady,
‘Come forth, come forth, old man,’ he says,
‘For I am come for bonny Peggy.’

3 Out it spake her father then;
‘Begone from me, ye Highland laddie;
There’s nane in a’ the West Country
Dare steal from me my bonny Peggy.’

4 ‘I’ve ten young men all at my back,
That ance to me were baith true and steady;
If ance I call, they’ll soon be nigh,
And bring to me my bonny Peggy.’

5 Out it spake her mother then,
Dear! but she spake wondrous saucy;
Says, Ye may steal a cow or ewe,
But I’ll keep sight o my ain lassie.

6 ‘Hold your tongue, old woman,’ he says,
‘Ye think your wit it is fu ready;
For cow nor ewe I ever stole,
But I will steal your bonny Peggy.’

7 Then all his men they boldly came,
That was to him baith true and steady,
And thro the ha they quickly went,
And forth they carried bonny Peggy.

8 Her father gae mony shout and cry,
Her mother cursed the Highland laddie;
But he heard them as he heard them not,
But fixd his eye on bonny Peggy.

9 He set her on his milk-white steed,
And he himsell on his grey naigie;
Still along the way they rode,
And he’s awa wi bonny Peggy.

10 Says, I wad gie baith cow and ewe,
And sae woud I this tartan plaidie,
That I was far into the north,
And alang wi me my bonny Peggy.

11 As they rode down yon pleasant glen,
For trees and brambles were right mony,
There they met the Earl o Hume,
And his young son, were riding bonny.

12 Then out it spake the young Earl Hume,
Dear! but he spake wondrous gaudie;
‘I’m wae to see sae fair a dame
Riding alang wi a Highland laddie.’

13 ‘Hold you tongue, ye young Earl Hume,
O dear! but ye do speak right gaudie;
There’s nae a lord in a’ the south
Dare eer compete wi a Highland laddie.’

14 Then he rade five miles thro the north,
Thro mony hills sae rough and scroggie,
Till they came down to a low glen,
And he lay down wi bonny Peggy.

15 Then he inclosed her in his arms,
And rowd her in his tartan plaidie:
‘There are blankets and sheets in my father’s house,
How have I lien down wi a Highland laddie!’

16 Says he, There are sheep in my father’s fauld,
And every year their wool is ready;
By the same our debts we pay,
Altho I be but a Highland laddie.

17 ‘There are fifty cows in my father’s byre,
That all are tyed to the stakes and ready,
Five thousand pounds I hae ilk year,
Altho I be but a Highland laddie.

18 ‘My father has fifty well shod horse,
Besides your steed and my grey naigie;
I’m Donald o the Isle o Sky,
Why may not you be ca’d a lady?

19 ‘See ye not yon fine castle,
On yonder hill that stands sae gaudie?
And there we’ll win this very night,
Where ye’ll enjoy your Highland laddie.’

Version E

1 THE Hielan lads sae brisk and braw,
The Hielan lads sae brisk and gaudie,
Hae gane awa to Glasgow town,
To steal awa the bonny Peggy.

2 As they came on to Glasgow town,
And passd the banks and braes sae bonny,
There they espied the weel-faurd may,
And she said to them her name was Peggy.

3 Their chief did meet her father soon,
And O! but he was wondrous angry;
Says, Ye may steal my owsen and kye,
But ye maunna steal my bonnie Peggy.

4 ‘O haud your tongue, ye gude auld man,
For I’ve got cows and ewes already;
I come na to steal your owsen and kye,
But I will steal your bonny Peggy.’

5 He set her on a milk-white steed,
And he himsel rode a gude grey naigie,
And they are on mony miles to the north,
And nane wi them but the bonny Peggy.

6 ‘I hae fifty acres o gude red lan,
And a’ weel ploughd and sawn already,
And why should your father be angry wi me,
And ca me naething but a Hielan laddie?

7 ‘I hae twenty weel mounted steeds,
Black and brown and grey, already;
And ilk ane o them is tended by a groom,
Altho I be but a Hielan laddie.

8 ‘I hae now ten thousand sheep,
A’ feeding on yon braes sae bonny,
And ilka hundred a shepherd has,
Altho I be but a Hieland laddie.

9 ‘I hae a castle on yonder hill,
It’s a’ set roun wi windows many;
I’m Lord M’Donald o the whole Isle of Skye;
And why shouldna Peggy be ca’d my Lady?’

10 Now a’ that Peggy had before
Was a wee cot-house and a little kail-yairdie,
But now she is lady o the whole Isle o Skye,
And now bonny Peggy is ca’d my Lady.

Version F

1 THE young Maclean is brisk and bauld,
The young Maclean is rash an ready,
An he is to the Lowlands gane,
To steal awa a bonnie ladye.

2 Out an spak her auld father,
An O! but he spak wondrous angry;
‘Ye may steal my cows an ewes,
But ye shall not steal my dochter Peggie.’

3 ‘O haud your tongue, ye gude auld man,
For I hae gear enough already;
I cum na for your cows an ewes,
But I cum for your dochter Peggie.’

4 He set her on a milk-white steed,
Himsel upon a gude gray naggie,
An they are to the Highlands gane,
The young Maclean an his bonnie ladye.

Version G

1 It was on a day, and a fine summer’s day,
When the Lowlands they were making ready,
There I espied a weel-far’d lass,
She was gaun to Glasgow, and they ca her Peggy.

2 It’s up then spak a silly auld man,
And O but he spak wondrous poorly!
Sayin, Ye may steal awa my cows and my ewes,
But ye’ll never steal awa my bonny Peggy.

3 ‘O haud yer tongue, ye silly auld man,
For ye hae said eneugh already,
For I’ll never steal awa yer cows and yer ewes,
But I’ll steal awa yer bonny Peggy.’

4 So he mounted her on a milk-white steed,
Himsel upon a wee grey naigie,
And they hae ridden ower hill and dale,
And over moors and mosses many.

5 They rade till they cam to the head o yon glen,
It might hae frightened anybody;
He said, Whether will ye go alongst with me,
Or will ye return back again to your mammie?

6 Their bed was o the green, green grass,
And their blankets o the bracken sae bonnie,
And he’s laid his trews beneath their head,
And Peggy’s lain doun wi her Heilan laddie.

7 They lay till it cam to the break o day,
Then up they rose and made them ready;
He said, Whether will ye go alongst with me,
Or will ye return back again to your mammie?

8 ‘I’ll follow you through frost and snow,
I’ll follow your through dangers many,
And wherever ye go I will go alongst with you,
For I’ll never return back again to my mammie.’

9 ‘I hae four-and-twenty gude milk-kye,
They’re a’ bun in yon byre sae bonny,
And I am the earl o the Isle o Skye,
And why should not Peggy be called a lady?

10 ‘I hae fifty acres o gude land,
A’ ploughed ower and sawn sae bonny,
And I am young Donald o the Isle o Skye,
And wherever I’m laird I’ll make ye lady.’

229. Earl Crawford

Version A

1 O WE were sisters, sisters seven,
We were a comely crew to see,
And some got lairds, and some got lords,
And some got knichts o his degree;
And I mysel got the Earl o Crawford,
And wasna that a great match for me!

2 It was at fifteen that I was married,
And at sixteen I had a son;
And wasna that an age ower tender
For a lady to hae her first-born!
And wasna, etc.

3 But it fell ance upon a day
I gaed into the garden green,
And naebody was therein walking
But Earl Crawford and his young son.

4 ‘I wonder at you, ye Earl Crawford,
I wonder at you wi your young son;
Ye daut your young son mair than your Lillie;
[I’m sure you got na him your lane.’]

5 [He turned about upon his heel,
I wite an angry man was he;
Says, If I got nae my young son my lane,
Bring me here the one that helpet me.]

6 [‘O hold your tongue, my Earl Crawford,
And a’ my folly lat it be;
There was nane at the gettin o oor son,
Nae body only but you and me.’]

7 He set her on a milk-white steed,
Her little young son her before;
Says, Ye maun gae to bonny Stobha,
For ye will enter my yates no more.

8 When she cam to her father’s bowers,
She lichtit low down on the stane,
And wha sae ready as her auld father
To welcome Lady Lillie in?

9 ‘O how’s a’ wi you, my daughter Lillie,
That ye come here sae hastilie?
And how’s a’ wi’ the Earl o Crawford,
That he didna send a boy wi thee?’

10 ‘O haud your tongue now, my old father,
And ye’ll lat a’ your folly be;
For ae word that my merry mou spak
Has parted my good lord and me.’

11 ‘O haud your tongue, my daughter Lillie,
And a’ your follies lat them be;
I’ll double your portion ten times ower,
And a better match I’ll get for thee.’

12 ‘O haud your tongue now, my old father,
And a’ your folly lat it be;
I wouldna gie ae kiss o Crawford
For a’ the goud that ye can gie.

13 ‘Whare will I get a bonny boy,
That’s willin to win meat and fee,
Wha will gae on to Earl Crawford
An see an’s heart be fawn to me?’

14 When he cam to the yates o Crawford,
They were a’ sitting down to dine:
‘How comes it now, ye Earl Crawford,
Ye arena takin Lady Lillie hame?’

15 ‘Ye may gae tell her Lady Lillie,
And ye maun neither lee nor len,
She may stay in her father’s bowers,
For she’ll not enter my yates again.’

16 When he cam back to her father’s yates,
He lichtit low down on his knee:
‘What news, what news, my bonny boy?
What news, what news hae ye to me?’

17 ‘I’m bidden tell you, Lady Lillie-+--+-
I’m bidden neither to lee nor len-+--+-
She may stay in her father’s bowers,
For she’ll not enter my yates again.’

18 She stretched out her lily hand,
Says, ‘Adieu, adieu to ane and a!
Adieu, adieu to Earl Crawford!’
Wi that her sair heart brak in twa.

19 Then dowie, dowie her father raise up,
And dowie, dowie the black put on,
And dowie, dowie he mounted the brown,
And dowie, dowie sat thereon.

20 And dowie rade to the yates o Crawford,
And when to Crawford’s yates he came,
They were a’ dressd in the robes o scarlet,
Just gaun to tak Lady Lillie hame.

21 ‘Ye may cast aff your robes o scarlet-+--+-
I wyte they set you wondrous weel-+--+-
And now put on the black sae dowie,
And come and bury your Lady Lill.’

22 He took his hat into his hand,
And laid it low down by his knee:
‘An it be true that Lillie’s dead,
The sun shall nae mair shine on me.’

Version B

1 O WE were seven bonny sisters,
As fair women as fair could be,
And some got lairds, and some got lords,
And some got knights o high degree:
When I was married to Earl Crawford,
This was the fate befell to me.

2 When we had been married for some time,
We walked in our garden green,
And aye he clappd his young son’s head,
And aye he made sae much o him.

3 I turnd me right and round about,
And aye the blythe blink in my ee:
‘Ye think as much o your young son
As ye do o my fair body.

4 ‘What need ye clap your young son’s head?
What need ye make so much o him?
What need ye clap your young son’s head?
I’m sure ye gotna him your lane.’

5 ‘O if I gotna him my lane,
Show here the man that help d me;
And for these words your ain mouth spoke
Heir o my land he neer shall be.’

6 He calld upon his stable-groom
To come to him right speedilie:
‘Gae saddle a steed to Lady Crawford,
Be sure ye do it hastilie.

7 ‘His bridle gilt wi gude red gowd,
That it may glitter in her ee;
And send her on to bonny Stobha,
All her relations for to see.’

8 Her mother lay oer the castle wa,
And she beheld baith dale and down,
And she beheld her Lady Crawford,
As she came riding to the town.

9 ‘Come here, come here, my husband dear,
This day ye see not what I see;
For here there comes her Lady Crawford,
Riding alane upon the lee.’

10 When she came to her father’s yates,
She tirled gently at the pin:
‘If ye sleep, awake, my mother dear,
Ye’ll rise lat Lady Crawford in.’

11 ‘What news, what news, ye Lady Crawford,
That ye come here so hastilie?’
‘Bad news, bad news, my mother dear,
For my gude lord’s forsaken me.’

12 ‘O wae’s me for you, Lady Crawford,
This is a dowie tale to me;
Alas! you were too young married
To thole sic cross and misery.’

13 ‘O had your tongue, my mother dear,
And ye’ll lat a’ your folly be;
It was a word my merry mouth spake
That sinderd my gude lord and me.’

14 Out it spake her brither then,
Aye as he stept ben the floor:
‘My sister Lillie was but eighteen years
When Earl Crawford ca’ed her a whore.

15 ‘But had your tongue, my sister dear,
And ye’ll lat a’ your mourning bee;
I’ll wed you to as fine a knight,
That is nine times as rich as hee.’

16 ‘O had your tongue, my brither dear,
And ye’ll lat a’ your folly bee;
I’d rather yae kiss o Crawford’s mouth
Than a’ his gowd and white monie.

17 ‘But saddle to me my riding-steed,
And see him saddled speedilie,
And I will on to Earl Crawford’s,
And see if he will pity me.’

18 Earl Crawford lay o’er castle wa,
And he beheld baith dale and down,
And he beheld her lady Crawford,
As she came riding to the town.

19 He called ane o his livery men
To come to him right speedilie:
‘Gae shut my yates, gae steek my doors,
Keep Lady Crawford out frae me.’

20 When she came to Earl Crawford’s yates,
She tirled gently at the pin:
‘O sleep ye, wake ye, Earl Crawford,
Ye’ll open, lat Lady Crawford in.

21 ‘Come down, come down, O Earl Crawford,
And speak some comfort unto me;
And if ye winna come yoursell,
Ye’ll send your gentleman to me.’

22 ‘Indeed I winna come mysell,
Nor send my gentleman to thee;
For I tauld you when we did part
Nae mair my spouse ye’d ever bee.’

23 She laid her mouth then to the yates,
And aye the tears drapt frae her ee;
Says, Fare ye well, Earl Crawford’s yates,
You again I’ll nae mair see.

24 Earl Crawford calld on his stable-groom
To come to him right speedilie,
And sae did he his waiting-man,
That did attend his fair bodie.

25 ‘Ye will gae saddle for me my steed,
And see and saddle him speedilie,
And I’ll gang to the Lady Crawford,
And see if she will pity me.’

26 Lady Crawford lay oer castle-wa,
And she beheld baith dale and down,
And she beheld him Earl Crawford,
As he came riding to the town.

27 Then she has calld ane o her maids
To come to her right speedilie:
‘Gae shut my yates, gae steek my doors,
Keep Earl Crawford out frae me.’

28 When he came to Lady Crawford’s yates,
He tirled gently at the pin:
‘Sleep ye, wake ye, Lady Crawford,
Ye’ll rise and lat Earl Crawford in.

29 ‘Come down, come down, O Lady Crawford,
Come down, come down, and speak wi me;
And gin ye winna come yoursell,
Ye’ll send your waiting-maid to me.’

30 ‘Indeed I winna come mysell,
Nor send my waiting-maid to thee;
Sae take your ain words hame again
At Crawford castle ye tauld me.

31 ‘O mother dear, gae make my bed,
And ye will make it saft and soun,
And turn my face unto the west,
That I nae mair may see the sun.’

32 Her mother she did make her bed,
And she did make it saft and soun;
True were the words fair Lillie spake,
Her lovely eyes neer saw the sun.

33 The Earl Crawford mounted his steed,
Wi sorrows great he did ride hame;
But ere the morning sun appeard
This fine lord was dead and gane.

34 Then on ae night this couple died,
And baith were buried in ae tomb:
Let this a warning be to all,
Their pride may not bring them low down.

230. The Slaughter of the Laird of Mellerstain

1 . . . .
As they came in by the Eden side,
They heard a lady lamenting sair,
Bewailing the time she was a bride.

2 . . . .
A stately youth of blude and lane,
. . . .
John Hately, the laird of Mellerstain.

3 ‘Cowdenknows, had ye nae lack?
And Earlstoun, had ye nae shame?
Ye took him away beside my back,
But ye never saw to bring him hame.’

4 And she has lookit to Fieldiesha,
So has she through Yirdandstane;
She lookit to Earlstoun, and she saw the Fans,
But he’s coming hame by West Gordon.

5 And she staggerd and she stood,

6 . . . . . . .
. . . . . wude;
How can I keep in my wits,
When I look on my husband’s blood?’

7 ‘Had we been men as we are women,
And been at his back when he was slain,
It should a been tauld for mony a lang year,
The slaughter o the laird of Mellerstain.’

231. The Earl of Errol

Version A

1 THERE was a jury sat at Perth,
In the merry month of May,
Betwixt the noble Duke of Perth
But and Sir Gilbert Hay.

2 My lord Kingside has two daughters,
They are proper, straight and tall;
But my lord Carnegie he has two
That far excells them all.

3 Then Errol he has dressd him,
As very well he could;
I’m sure there was not one cloth-yard
But what was trimmed with gold.

4 ‘Ane asking, ane asking, my lord Carnegie,
Ane asking I’ve to thee;
I’m come to court your daughter Jean,
My wedded wife to be.’

5 ‘My daughter Jean was wed yestreen,
To one of high degree,
But where Jean got one guinea of gold
With Kate I’ll give thee three.

6 ‘Full fifteen hundred pounds
Had Jean Carnegie,
But three fifteen hundred pounds
With Kate I’ll gie to thee.’

7 Then Errol he has wed her,
And fairly brought her hame;
There was nae peace between them twa
Till they sundered oer again.

8 When bells were rung, and mess was sung,
And a’ man bound to bed,
The Earl of Errol and his countess
In one chamber was laid.

9 Early in the morning
My lord Carnegie rose,
The Earl of Errol and his countess,
And they’ve put on their clothes.

10 Up spake my lord Carnegie;
‘Kate, is your toucher won?’
‘Ye may ask the Earl of Errol,
If he be your good-son.

11 ‘What need I wash my petticoat
And hing it on a pin?
For I am as leal a maid yet
As yestreen when I lay down.

12 ‘What need I wash my apron
And hing it on the door?
It’s baith side and wide enough,
Hangs even down before.’

13 Up spake my lord Carnegie;
‘O Kate, what do ye think?
We’ll beguile the Earl of Errol
As lang as he’s in drink.’

14 ‘O what will ye beguile him wi?
Or what will ye do than?
I’ll swear before a justice-court
That he’s no a sufficient man.’

15 Then Errol he cam down the stair,
As bold as oney rae:
‘Go saddle to me my Irish coach,
To Edinbro I’ll go.’

16 When he came to Edinbro,
He lighted on the green;
There were four-and-twenty maidens
A’ dancing in a ring.

17 There were four-and-twenty maidens
A’ dancing in a row;
The fatest and the fairest
To bed wi him must go.

18 He’s taen his Peggy by the hand,
And he led her thro the green,
And twenty times he kissd her there,
Before his ain wife’s een.

19 He’s taen his Peggy by the hand,
And he’s led her thro the hall,
And twenty times he’s kissd her there,
Before his nobles all.

20 ‘Look up, look up, my Peggy lass,
Look up, and think nae shame;
Ten hundred pounds I’ll gie to you
To bear to me a son.’

21 He’s keepit his Peggy in his room
Three quarter of a year,
And just at the nine months’ end
She a son to him did bear.

22 ‘Now if ye be Kate Carnegie,
And I Sir Gilbert Hay,
I’ll make your father sell his lands
Your toucher for to pay.’

23 ‘To make my father sell his lands,
It wad be a great sin,
To toucher oney John Sheephead
That canna toucher win.’

24 ‘Now hold your tongue, ye whorish bitch,
Sae loud as I hear ye lie!
For yonder sits Lord Errol’s son,
Upon his mother’s knee;
For yonder sits Lord Errol’s son,
Altho he’s no by thee.’

25 ‘You may take hame your daughter Kate,
And set her on the glen;
For Errol canna please her,
Nor nane o Errol’s men;
For Errol canna please her,
Nor twenty of his men.’

26 The ranting and the roving,
The thing we a’ do ken,
The lady lost her right that night,
The first night she lay down;
And the thing we ca the ranting o ’t,
The lady lies her lane.

Version B

1 EARELL is a bonny place,
It stands upon yon plain;
The greatest faut about the place
Earell’s no a man.
What ye ca the danting o ’t,
According as ye ken,
For the pearting . . .
Lady Earell lyes her lane.

2 Earell is a bonny place,
It stands upon yon plain;
The roses they graw red an white,
An apples they graw green.

3 ‘What need I my apron wash
An hing upon yon pin?
For lang will I gae out an in
Or I hear my bairnie’s din.

4 ‘What need I my apron wash
An hing upo yon door?
For side and wide is my petticoat,
An even down afore.

5 ‘But I will lace my stays again,
My middle jimp an sma;
I’l gae a’ my days a maiden,
[Awa], Earell, awa!’

6 It fell ance upon a day Lord Earell
Went to hunt him lane,
. . . .
. . .

7 He was na a mile fra the town,
Nor yet sae far awa,
Till his lady is on to Edinburgh,
To try hir all the law.

8 Little did Lord Earell think,
Whan he sat down to dine,
That his lady was on to Edinburgh,
Nor what was in her mind.

9 Till his best servant came
For to lat him ken
. . . .
. . .

10 She was na in at the toun-end,
Nor yet sae far awa,
Till Earell was at her back,
His gaudy locks to sha.

11 She was na in at the loan-head,
Nor just at the end,
Till Earell he was at her back,
Her errand for to ken.

12 As lang as they ca ye Kate Carnegie,
An me Sir Gilbert Hay,
I’s gar yer father sell Kinaird,
Yer tocher for to pay.’

13 ‘For to gar my father sell Kinnaird,
It wad be a sin,
To gee it to ony naughty knight
That a tocher canna win.’

14 Out spak the first lord,
The best amang them a’;
‘I never seed a lady come
Wi sick matters to the law.’

15 Out spak the neest lord,
The best o the town;
‘Ye get fifteen well-fared maids,
An put them in a roun,
An Earell in the midst o them,
An lat him chuse out ane.’

16 They ha gotten fifteen well-fared maids,
An pit them in a roun,
An Earell in the mids o them,
An bad him chuse out ane.

17 He viewed them a’ intill a raw,
Even up and down,
An he has chosen a well-fared may,
An meggie was her name.

18 He took her by the hand,
Afore the nobles a’,
An twenty times he kissed her mou,
An led her thro the ha.

19 ‘Look up, Megie, look up, Megie,
[Look up,] an think na shame;
As lang as ye see my gaudy locks,
Lady Earell’s be yer name.’

20 There were fifteen noblemen,
An as mony laides gay,
To see Earell proven a man
. . . .

21 ‘Ye tak this well-fared may,
And keep her three roun raiths o a year,
An even at the three raiths’ end
I sall draw near.’

22 They hae taen that well-fared may,
An keepd her three roun raiths o a year,
And even at the three raiths’ end
Earell’s son she bare.

23 The gentlemen they ga a shout,
The ladies ga a caa,
Fair mat fa him Earell!
But ran to his lady.

24 He was na in at the town-head,
Nor just at the end,
Till the letters they were waiting him
That Earell had a son.

25 ‘Look up, Meggie, look up, Meggie,
[Look up,] an think na shame;
As lang as ye see my bra black hat,
Lady Earell’s be yer name.

26 ‘I will gie my Meggie a mill,
But an a piece o land,
. . . .
To foster my young son.

27 ‘Faur is a’ my merry men a’,
That I pay meat an gaire,
To convey my Meggy hame,
. . . ?’

28 . . .
. . .
Even in Lord Earell’s coach
They conveyed the lassie hame.

29 ‘Take hame yer daughter, Lord Kinnaird,
An take her to the glen,
For Earell canna pleas her,
Earell nor a’ his men.’

30 ‘Had I ben Lady Earell,
Of sic a bonny place,
I wad na gaen to Edinburgh
My husband to disgrace.’

Version C

1 ERROLL it’s a bonny place,
It stands upon a plain;
A bad report this ladie’s raisd,
That Erroll is nae a man.

2 But it fell ance upon a day
Lord Erroll went frae hame,
And he is on to the hunting gane,
Single man alane.

3 But he hadna been frae the town
A mile but barely twa,
Till his lady is on to Edinburgh,
To gain him at the law.

4 O Erroll he kent little o that
Till he sat down to dine,
And as he was at dinner set
His servant loot him ken.

5 ‘Now saddle to me the black, the black,
Go saddle to me the brown,
And I will on to Edinburgh,
Her errands there to ken.’

6 She wasna well thro Aberdeen,
Nor passd the well o Spa,
Till Erroll he was after her,
The verity to shaw.

7 She wasna well in edinburgh,
Nor even thro the town,
Till Erroll he was after her,
Her errands there to ken.

8 When he came to the court-house,
And lighted on the green,
This lord was there in time enough
To hear her thus compleen:

9 ‘What needs me wash my apron,
Or drie ’t upon a door?
What needs I eek my petticoat,
Hings even down afore?

10 ‘What needs me wash my apron,
Or hing it upon a pin?
For lang will gang but and ben
Or I hear my young son’s din.’

11 ‘They ca you Kate Carnegie,’ he says,
‘And my name’s Gilbert Hay;
I’ll gar your father sell his land,
Your tocher down to pay.’

12 ‘To gar my father sell his land
For that would be a sin,
To such a noughtless heir as you,
That canno get a son.’

13 Then out it speaks him Lord Brechen,
The best an lord ava;
‘I never saw a lady come
Wi sic matters to the law.’

14 Then out it speaks another lord,
The best in a’ the town;
‘Ye’ll wyle out fifeteen maidens bright
Before Lord Erroll come:’
And he has chosen a tapster lass,
And Meggie was her name.

15 They kept up this fair maiden
Three quarters of a year,
And then at that three quarters’ end
A young son she did bear.

16 They hae gien to Meggie then
Five ploughs but and a mill,
And they hae gien her five hundred pounds,
For to bring up her chill.

17 There was no lord in Edinburgh
But to Meggie gae a ring;
And there was na a boy in a’ the town
But on Katie had a sang.

18 ‘Kinnaird, take hame your daughter,
And set her to the glen,
For Erroll canna pleasure her,
Nor nane o Erroll’s men.’

19 Seven years on Erroll’s table
There stand clean dish and speen,
And every day the bell is rung,
Cries, Lady, come and dine.

Version D

1 O ERROLRR’rrS place is a bonny place,
It stands upon yon plain;
The flowers on it grow red and white,
The apples red and green.
The ranting o ’t and the danting o ’t,
According as ye ken,
The thing they ca the danting o ’t,
Lady Errol lies her lane.

2 O Errol’s place is a bonny place,
It stands upon yon plain;
But what’s the use of Errol’s place?
He’s no like other men.

3 ‘As I cam in by yon canal,
And by yon bowling-green,
I might hae pleased the best Carnegy
That ever bore that name.

4 ‘As sure ’s your name is Kate Carnegy,
And mine is Gibbie Hay,
I’ll gar your father sell his land,
Your tocher for to pay.’

5 ‘To gar my father sell his land,
Would it not be a sin,
To give it to a naughtless lord
That couldna get a son?’

6 Now she is on to Edinburgh,
For to try the law,
And Errol he has followed her,
His manhood for to shaw.

7 Then out it spake her sister,
Whose name was Lady Jane;
‘Had I been Lady Errol,’ she says,
‘Or come of sic a clan,
I would not in the public way
Have sham’d my own gudeman.’

8 But Errol got it in his will
To choice a maid himsel,
And he has taen a country-girl,
Came in her milk to sell.

9 He took her by the milk-white hand,
And led her up the green,
And twenty times he kissd her there,
Before his lady’s een.

10 He took her by the milk-white hand,
And led her up the stair;
Says, Thrice three hundred pounds I’ll gie
To you to bear an heir.

11 He kept her there into a room
Three quarters of a year,
And when the three quarters were out
A braw young son she bear.

12 ‘Tak hame your daughter, Carnegy,
And put her till a man,
For Errol he cannot please her,
Nor any of his men.’

Version E

1 O ERROL it’s a bonny place,
It stands in yonder glen;
The lady lost the rights of it
The first night she gaed hame.
A waly and a waly!
According as ye ken,
The thing we ca the ranting o ’t,
Our lady lies her lane, O.

2 ‘What need I wash my apron,
Or hing it on yon door?
What need I truce my petticoat?
It hangs even down before.’

3 Errol’s up to Edinburgh gaen,
That bonny burrows-town;
He has chusit the barber’s daughter,
The top of a’ that town.

4 He has taen her by the milk-white hand,
He has led her through the room,
And twenty times he’s kisst her,
Before his lady’s een.

5 ‘Look up, look up now, Peggy,
Look up, and think nae shame,
For I’ll gie thee five hundred pound,
To buy to thee a gown.

6 ‘Look up, look up, now, Peggy,
Look up, and think nae shame,
For I’ll gie thee five hundred pound
To bear to me a son.

7 ‘As thou was Kate Carnegie,
And I Sir Gilbert Hay,
I’ll gar your father sell his lands,
Your tocher-gude to pay.

8 ‘Now he may take her back again,
Do wi her what he can,
For Errol canna please her,
Nor ane o a’ his men.’

9 ‘Go fetch to me a pint of wine,
Go fill it to the brim,
That I may drink my gude lord’s health,
Tho Errol be his name.’

10 She has taen the glass into her hand,
She has putten poison in,
She has signd it to her dorty lips,
But neer a drop went in.

11 Up then spake a little page,
He was o Errol’s kin;
‘Now fie upon ye, lady gay,
There’s poison there within.

12 ‘It’s hold your hand now, Kate,’ she says,
‘Hold it back again,
For Errol winna drink on ’t,
Nor none o a’ his men.’

13 She has taen the sheets into her arms,
She has thrown them oer the wa:
‘Since I maun gae maiden hame again,
Awa, Errol, awa!’

14 She’s down the back o the garden,
And O as she did murne!
‘How can a workman crave his wage,
When he never wrought a turn?’

Version F

1 O ERROLL is a bonny place,
And stands upon yon plane,
But the lady lost the rights o it
Yestreen or she came hame.

2 O Erroll is a bonny place,
And lyes forenent the sun,
And the apples they grow red and white,
And peers o bonny green.

3 ‘I nedna wash my apron,
Nor hing it on the door;
But I may tuck my petticoat,
Hangs even down before.

4 ‘Oh, Erroll, Erroll,
Oh, Erroll if ye ken,
Why should I love Erroll,
Or any of his men?’

5 She’s turned her right and round about,
Poured out a glass o wine;
Says, I will drink to my true love,
He’ll drink to me again.

6 O Erroll stud into the fleer,
He was an angry man:
‘See here it is a good gray-hun,
We’ll try what is the run.’

7 Then Erroll stud into the fleer,
Steered neither ee nor bree,
Till that he saw his good gray-hun
Was burst and going free.

8 ‘But ye are Kate Carnegie,’ he said,
‘And I am Sir Gilbert Hay;
I’se gar your father sell Kinnaird,
Your tocher-good to pay.’

9 Now she is on to Edinburgh,
A’ for to use the law,
And brave Erroll has followed her,
His yellow locks to sheu.

10 Out and spak her sister Jean,
And an angry woman was she;
‘If I were lady of Erroll,
And hed as fair a face,
I would no go to Edinburgh,
My good lord to disgrace.’

232. Richie Story

Version A

1 THE Earl of Wigton had three daughters,
Oh and a waly, but they were unco bonnie!
The eldest of them had the far brawest house,
But she’s fallen in love with her footman-laddie.

2 As she was a walking doun by yon river-side,
Oh and a wally, but she was unco bonnie!
There she espied her own footman,
With ribbons hanging over his shoulders sae bonnie.

3 ‘Here’s a letter to you, madame,
Here’s a letter to you, madame;
The Earl of Hume is waiting on,
And he has his service to you, madame.’

4 ‘I’ll have none of his service,’ says she,
‘I’ll have none of his service,’ says she,
‘For I’ve made a vow, and I’ll keep it true,
That I’ll marry none but you, Ritchie.’

5 ‘O say not so again, madame,
O say not so again, madame;
For I have neither lands nor rents
For to keep you on, madam.’

6 ‘I’ll live where eer you please, Ritchie,
I’ll live where eer you please, [Ritchie,]
And I’ll be ready at your ca’,
Either late or early, Ritchie.’

7 As they went in by Stirling toun,
O and a wally, but she was unco bonnie!
A’ her silks were sailing on the ground,
But few of them knew of Ritchie Story.

8 As they went in by the Parliament Close,
O and a wally, but she was unco bonnie!
All the nobles took her by the hand,
But few of them knew she was Ritchie’s lady.

9 As they came in by her goodmother’s yetts,
O and a wally, but she was unco bonnie!
Her goodmother bade her kilt her coats,
And muck the byre with Ritchie Storie.

10 ‘Oh, may not ye be sorry, madame,
Oh, may not ye be sorry, madame,
To leave a’ your lands at bonnie Cumbernaud,
And follow home your footman-laddie?’

11 ‘What need I be sorry?’ says she,
‘What need I be sorry?’ says she,
‘For I’ve gotten my lot and my heart’s desire,
And what Providence has ordered for me.’

Version B

1 COMARNAD is a very bonny place,
And there is ladies three, madam,
But the fairest and rairest o them a’
Has married Richard Storry.

2 ‘O here is a letter to ye, madam,
Here is a letter to ye, madam;
The Earle of Hume, that gallant knight,
Has fallen in love wi ye, madam.’

3 ‘There is a letter to ye, madam,
[There is a letter to ye, madam;]
That gallant knight, the Earl of Hume,
Desires to be yer servan true, madam.

4 ‘I’ll hae nane o his letters, Richard,
I’ll hae nane o his letters, [Richard;]
I hae voued, and will keep it true,
I’ll marry nane but ye, Richie.’

5 ‘Say ne sae to me, lady,
Say ne sae to me, [lady,]
For I hae neither lands nor rents
To mentain ye, lady.’

6 ‘Hunten Tour and Tillebarn,
The House o Athol is mine, Richie,
An ye sal hae them a’
Whan ere ye incline, Richie.

7 ‘For we will gae to sea, Richie,
I’ll sit upon the deck, Richie,
And be your servant ere and late,
At any hour ye like, [Richie.’]

8 ‘O manna ye be sad, sister,
An mann ye be sae sorry,
To leave the house o bonny Comarnad,
An follow Richard Storry?’

9 ‘O what neads I be sad, sister,
An how can I be sorry?
A bonny lad is my delit,
And my lot has been laid afore me.’

10 As she went up the Parliament Close,
Wi her laced shoon so fine,
Many ane bad the lady good day,
But few thought o Richard’s lady.

11 As she gaed up the Parliament Close,
Wi her laced shoon so fine,
Mony ane hailed that gay lady,
But few hailed Richard Storry.

Version C

1 THERE are three white hens i the green, madam,
There are three white hens i the green, madam,
But Richie Story he’s comd by,
And he’s stollen away the fairest o them.

2 ‘O are’int ye now sad, sister,
O are’in[t] ye now sad, sister,
To leave your bowers and your bony Skimmerknow,
And follow the lad they call Richie Story?’

3 ‘O say that not again, sister,
O say that not again, sister,
For he is the lad that I love best,
And he is the lot that has fallen to me.’

4 ‘O there’s a letter to thee, madam,
O there’s a letter to thee, madam;
The Earl of Hume and Skimmerjim,
For to be sweethearts to thee, madam.’

5 ‘But I’ll hae none of them, Richie,
But I’ll hae none of them, Richie,
For I have made a vow, and I’ll keep it true,
I’ll have none but Ric[h]ie Story.’

6 ‘O say not that again, madam,
O say not that again, madam,
For the Earl of Hume and Skimmerjim,
They are men of high renown.’

7 ‘Musslebury’s mine, Richie,
Musslebury’s mine, Richie,
And a’ that’s mine it shall be thine,
If you will marry me, Richie.’

8 As she went up through Glasgow city,
Her gold watch was shining pretty;
Many [a] lord bade her good day,
But none thought she was a footman’s lady.

9 As she went up through London city,
There she met her scolding minny:
‘Cast off your silks and kilt your coats,
And muck the byre wi Richie Story.’

10 ‘Hold your tongue, my scolding minnie,
Hold your tongue, my scolding minnie;
For I’ll cast of my silks and kilt my coats,
And muck the byres wi Richie Story.’

Version D

1 AS I came in by Thirlwirl Bridge,
A coming frae the land of fair Camernadie,
There I met my ain true love,
Wi ribbons at her shoulders many.

2 ‘Here is a letter to you, madam;
[Here is a letter to you, madam;]
The Earl of Hume’s eldest son
Sent this letter to you, madam.

3 ‘I’ll have none of his [letters], Richy,
I’ll have none of his letters, Richy;
I made a vow, and I’ll keep it true,
I’ll wed wi nane but you, Richy.’

4 ‘Say not so again, madam,
Say not so again, madam;
I have neither lands nor rents
To maintain you on, madam.’

5 ‘I’ll sit aneath the duke, Richy,
I’ll sit aneath the duke, Richy;
I’ll sit on hand, at your command
At ony time ye like, Richy.’

6 As they came in by Thirlewirle Bridge,
A coming frae fair Cummernadie,
She brak the ribbons that tied her shoon
Wi following after the footman-laddie.

7 ‘O but ye be sad, sister,
O but ye be sad and sorry,
To eave the lands o bonnie Cummernad,
To gang alang wi a footman-laddie!’

8 ‘How can I be sad, sister?
How can I be sad or sorry?
I have gotten my heart’s delight;
And what can ye get mair?’ says she.

9 To the house-end Richy brought his lady,
To the house-end Richy brought his lady;
Her mother-in-law gart her kilt her coats,
And muck the byre wi Richy Story.

Version E

1 THE Earl of Wigton has seven sisters,
And O but they be wondrous bonnie!
And the bonniest lass amang them a’
Has fallen in love wi Richie Storie.

2 As I came down by yon river-side,
And down by the banks of Eache bonnie,
There I met my own true-love,
Wi ribbons on her shoulders bonnie.

3 ‘Here is a letter for you, madam,
Here is a letter for you, madam;
The earl of Aboyne has a noble design
To be a suitor to you, madam.’

4 ‘I’ll hae nane of his letters, Richie,
I’ll hae nane of his letters, Richie,
For I’ve made a vow, and I’ll keep it true,
That I’ll hae nane but you, Richie.’

5 ‘Take your word again, madam,
Take your word again, madam,
For I have neither land nor rents
For to mentain you on, madam.’

6 ‘I’ll sit below the dyke, Richie,
I’ll sit below the dyke, Richie,
And I will be at your command
At ony time you like, Richie.

7 ‘Ribbons you shall wear, Richie,
Ribbons you shall wear, Richie,
A cambric band about your neck,
And vow but ye’ll be braw, Richie!’

8 As they came in by the West Port,
The naps of gold were bobbing bonnie;
Many a one bade this lady gude-day,
But neer a one to Richie Storie.

9 As they came up the Parliament Close,
Naps of gold were bobbing bonnie;
Many a gentleman lifted his cap,
But few kennd she was Richie’s lady.

10 . . . .
. . . .
And ay methinks we’ll drink the night
In Cambernauld sae bonnie.

11 ‘It’s are not you sick, sister,
Are not you very sorrie,
To leave the lands of bonnie Cambernauld,
And run awae wi Richie Storie?’

12 ‘Why should I be sick, sister,
O why should I be any sorrie,
When I hae gotten my heart’s delight?
I hae gotten the lot was laid afore me.’

Version F

1 THE Erle of 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.

2 ‘Here’s a letter for ye, madame,
Here’s a letter for ye, madame;
The Erle o Home wad fain presume
To be a suitor to ye, madame.’

3 ‘I’l hae nane o your letters, Richie;
I’l hae nane o your letters, Richie;
For I’ve made a vow, and I’ll keep it true,
The I’l have none but you, Richie.’

4 ‘O do not say so, madame;
O do not say so, madame;
For I have neither land nor rent,
For to maintain you o, madame.

5 ‘Ribands ye maun wear, madame,
Ribands ye maun wear, madame;
With the bands about your neck
O the goud that shines sae clear, madame.’

6 ‘I’l lie ayont a dyke, Richie,
I’l lie ayont a dyke, Richie;
And I’l be aye at your command
And bidding, whan ye like, Richie.’

7 O he’s gane on the braid, braid road,
And she’s gane through the broom sae bonnie,
Her silken robes down to her heels,
And she’s awa wi Richie Storie.

8 This lady gade up the Parliament stair,
Wi pendles in her lugs sae bonnie;
Mony a lord lifted his hat,
But little did they ken she was richie’s lady.

9 Up then spak the Erle o Home’s lady;
‘Was na ye richt sorrie, Annie,
To leave the lands o bonnie Cumbernauld
And follow Richie Storie, Annie?’

10 ‘O what need I be sorrie, madame?
O what need I be sorrie, madame?
For I’ve got them that I like best,
And war ordained for me, madame.’

11 ‘Cumbernauld is mine, Annie,
Cumbernauld is mine, Annie;
And a’ that’s mine, it shall be thine,
As we sit at the wine, Annie.’

Version G

1 THERE were five ladies lived in a bouer,
Lived in a bouer at Cumbernaldie;
The fairest and youngest o them a’
Has fa’n in love wi her footman-laddie.

2 ‘Here is a letter to you, ladye,
Here is a letter to you, ladye;
The Earl o Hume has written doun
That he will be your footman-laddie.’

3 ‘I want nane o his service, Ritchie,
I want nane o his service, Ritchie;
For I’ve made a vow, and I’ll keep it true,
That I’ll wed nane but thee, Ritchie.’

4 ‘O that canna be, ladye,
O that canna be, ladye;
For I’ve neither house nor land,
Nor ought suiting ye, ladye.’

5 ‘Livd ye on yonder hill, Ritchie,
Livd ye on yonder hill, Ritchie,
There’s my hand, I’m at your command,
Marry me whan ye will, Ritchie!’

6 This boy he went to his bed,
It was a’ to try this fair ladye;
But she went up the stair to him:
‘Ye maun leave your comrades, Ritchie.

7 ‘To the Borders we maun gang, Ritchie,
To the Borders we maun gang, Ritchie,
For an my auld father he get word,
It’s you he will cause hang, Ritchie.’

8 ‘To the Borders we’ll na gang, ladye,
To the Borders we’ll na gang, ladye;
For altho your auld father got word,
It’s me he dare na hang, ladye.’

9 As they passed by her mither’s bouer,
O but her sisters they were sorry!
They bade her tak aff the robes o silk,
And muck the byres wi Ritchie Storry.

10 Whan they cam to yon hie hill,
Dear vow, but the lady she was sorry!
She looked oure her left showther-+--+-
‘O an I war in bonny Cumbernaldie!’

11 ‘O are na ye sorry now, ladye,
O are na ye sorry now, ladye,
For to forsake the Earl o Hume,
And follow me, your footman-laddie?’

12 ‘How could I be sorry, Ritchie,
How could I be sorry, Ritchie?
Such a gudely man as you,
And the lot that lies afore me, Ritchie.’

13 As they rode up through Edinburgh toun,
Her gowd watch hang doun sae gaudie;
Monie a lord made her a bow,
But nane o them thoucht she was Ritchie’s ladye.

14 Whan they cam to Ritchie’s yetts,
Dear vow, but the music playd bonnie!
There were four-and-twenty gay ladies
To welcome hame Richard Storry’s ladye.

15 He called for a priest wi speed,
A priest wi speed was soon ready,
And she was na married to the Earl of Hume,
But she blesses the day she got Richard Storry.

16 A coach and six they did prepare,
A coach and six they did mak ready,
A coach and six they did prepare,
And she blesses the day made her Ritchie’s lady.

Version H

1 Blair-in-Athol’s mine, Ritchie,
Blair-in-Athol’s mine, Ritchie,
And bonny Dunkeld, where I do dwell,
And these shall a’ be thine, Ritchie.

233. Andrew Lammie

Version A

1 ‘AT Fyvie’s yetts there grows a flower,
It grows baith braid and bonny;
There’s a daisie in the midst o it,
And it’s ca’d by Andrew Lammie.

2 ‘O gin that flower war in my breast,
For the love I bear the laddie!
I wad kiss it, and I wad clap it,
And daut it for Andrew Lammie.

3 ‘The first time me and my love met
Was in the woods of Fyvie;
He kissed my lips five thousand times,
And ay he ca’d me bonny,
And a’ the answer he gat frae me,
Was, My bonny Andrew Lammie!’

4 ‘Love, I maun gang to Edinburgh;
Love, I maun gang and leave thee!’
‘I sighed right sair, and said nae mair
But, O gin I were wi ye!’

5 ‘But true and trusty will I be,
As I am Andrew Lammie;
I’ll never kiss a woman’s mouth
Till I come back and see thee.’

6 ‘And true and trusty will I be,
As I am Tiftie’s Annie;
I’ll never kiss a man again
Till ye come back and see me.’

7 Syne he’s come back frae Edinburgh
To the bonny hows o Fyvie,
And ay his face to the nor-east,
To look for Tiftie’s Annie.

8 ‘I hae a love in Edinburgh,
Sae hae I intill Leith, man;
I hae a love intill Montrose,
Sae hae I in Dalkeith, man.

9 ‘And east and west, whereer I go,
My love she’s always wi me;
For east and west, whereer I go,
My love she dwells in Fyvie.

10 ‘My love possesses a’ my heart,
Nae pen can eer indite her;
She’s ay sae stately as she goes
That I see nae mae like her.

11 ‘But Tiftie winna gie consent
His dochter me to marry,
Because has five thousand marks,
And I have not a penny.

12 ‘Love pines away, love dwines away,
Love, love decays the body;
For love o thee, oh I must die;
Adieu, my bonny Annie!’

13 Her mither raise out o her bed,
And ca’d on baith her women:
‘What ails ye, Annie, my dochter dear?
O Annie, was ye dreamin?

14 ‘What dule disturbd my dochter’s sleep?
O tell to me, my Annie!’
She sighed right sair, and said nae mair
But, O for Andrew Lammie!

15 Her father beat her cruellie,
Sae also did her mother;
Her sisters sair did scoff at her;
But wae betide her brother!

16 Her brother beat her cruellie,
Till his straiks they werena canny;
He brak her back, and he beat her sides,
For the sake o Andrew Lammie.

17 ‘O fie, O fie, my brother dear!
The gentlemen’ll shame ye;
The Laird o Fyvie he’s gaun by,
And he’ll come in and see me.

18 ‘And he’ll kiss me, and he’ll clap me,
And he will speer what ails me;
And I will answer him again,
It’s a’ for Andrew Lammie.’

19 Her sisters they stood in the door,
Sair grievd her wi their folly:
‘O sister dear, come to the door,
Your cow is lowin on you.’

20 ‘O fie, O fie, my sister dear!
Grieve me not wi your folly;
I’d rather hear the trumpet sound
Than a’ the kye o Fyvie.

21 ‘Love pines away, love dwines away,
Love, love decays the body;
For love o thee now I maun die;
Adieu to Andrew Lammie!’

22 But Tiftie’s wrote a braid letter,
And sent it into Fyvie,
Saying his daughter was bewitchd
By bonny Andrew Lammie.

23 ‘Now, Tiftie, ye maun gie consent,
And lat the lassie marry;’
‘I’ll never, never gie consent
To the trumpeter of Fyvie.’

24 When Fyvie looked the letter on,
He was baith sad and sorry:
Says, The bonniest lass o the country-side
Has died for Andrew Lammie.

25 O Andrew’s gane to the house-top
O the bonny house o Fyvie,
He’s blawn his horn baith loud and shill
Oer the lawland leas o Fyvie.

26 ‘Mony a time hae I walkd a’ night,
And never yet was weary;
But now I may walk wae my lane,
For I’ll never see my deary.

27 ‘Love pines away, love dwines away,
Love, love decays the body;
For the love o thee now I maun die;
I come, my bonny Annie!’

Version B

1 ‘THERE springs a rose in Fyvie’s yard,
And O but it springs bonny!
There’s a daisy in the middle of it,
Its name is Andrew Lammie.

2 ‘I wish the rose were in my breast,
For the love I bear the daisy;
So blyth and merry as I would be,
And kiss my Andrew Lammie.

3 ‘The first time I and my love met
Was in the wood of Fyvie;
He kissed and he dawted me,
Calld me his bonny Annie.

4 ‘Wi apples sweet he did me treat,
Which stole my heart so canny,
And ay sinsyne himself was kind,
My bonny Andrew Lammie.’

5 ‘But I am going to Edinburgh,
My love, I’m going to leave thee;’
She sighd full sore, and said no more,
‘I wish I were but wi you.’

6 ‘I will buy thee a wedding-gown,
My love, I’ll buy it bonny;’
‘But I’ll be dead or ye come back,
My bonny Andrew Lammie.’

7 ‘I will buy you brave bridal shoes,
My love, I’ll buy them bonny;’
‘But I’ll be dead or ye come back,
My bonny Andrew Lammie.’

8 ‘If you’ll be true and trusty too,
As I am Andrew Lammie,
That you will neer kiss lad nor lown
Till I return to Fyvie.’

9 ‘I shall be true and trusty too,
As my name’s Tifty’s Nanny,
That I’ll kiss neither lad nor lown
Till you return to Fyvie.’-+--+-

10 ‘Love pines awa, love dwines awa,
Love pines awa my body;
And love’s crept in at my bed-foot,
And taen possession o me.

11 ‘My father drags me by the hair,
My mother sore does scold me;
And they would give one hundred merks
To any one to wed me.

12 ‘My sister stands at her bower-door,
And she full sore does mock me,
And when she hwars the trumpet sound,-+--+-
"[Your cow is lowing, Nanny!"]

13 ‘O be still, my sister Jane,
And leave off all your folly;
For I’d rather hear that cow low
That all the kye in Fyvie.

14 ‘My father locks the door at night,
Lays up the keys fu canny,
And when he hears the trumpet sound,-+--+-
"[Your cow is lowing, Nanny!"]

15 ‘O hold your tongue, my father dear,
And let be a’ your folly;
For I would rather hear that cow
Than all the kye in Fyvie.’

16 ‘If you ding me, I will greet,
And gentlemen will hear me;
Laird Fyvie will be coming by,
And he’ll come in and see me.’

17 ‘Yea, I will ding you though ye greet
And gentlemen should hear you;
Though Laird Fyvie were coming by,
And did come in and see you.’

18 So they dang her, and she grat,
And gentlemen did hear her,
And Fyvie he was coming by,
And did come in to see her.

19 ‘Mill of Tifty, give consent,
And let your daughter marry;
If she were full of as high blood
As she is full of beauty,
I would take her to myself,
And make her my own lady.’

20 ‘Fyvie lands ly broad and wide,
And O but they ly bonny!
But I would not give my own true-love
For all the lands in Fyvie.

21 ‘But make my bed, and lay me down,
And turn my face to Fyvie,
That I may see before I die
My bonny Andrew Lammie.’

22 They made her bed, and laid her down,
And turnd her face to Fyvie;
She gave a groan, and died or morn,
So neer saw Andrew Lammie.

23 Her father sorely did lament
The loss of his dear Nannie,
And wishd that he had gien consent
To wed with Andrew Lammie.

24 But ah! alas! it was too late,
For he could not recall her;
Through time unhappy is his fate,
Because he did controul her.

25 You parents grave who children have,
In crushing them be canny,
Lest for their part they break their heart,
As did young Tifty’s Nanny.

Version C

1 AT Mill of Tifty lived a man,
In the neighbourhood of Fyvie;
He had a luvely daughter fair,
Was call d bonny Annie.

2 Her bloom was like thr springing flower
That hails the rosy morning,
With innocence and graceful mein
Her beautous form adorning.

3 Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter
Whose name was Andrew Lammie;
He had the art to gain the heart
Of Mill of Tifty’s Annie.

4 Proper he was, both young and gay,
His like was not in Fyvie,
Nor was ane there that could compare
With this same Andrew Lammie.

5 Lord Fyvie he rode by the door
Where liv d Tifty’s annie;
His trumpeter rode him before,
Even this same Andrew Lammie.

6 Her mother called her to the door;
‘Come here to me, my Annie:
Did eer you see a prettier man
Than the trumpeter of Fyvie?’

7 Nothing she said, but sighing sore,
Alas for Bonnie Annie!
She durst not own her heart was won
By the trumpeter of Fyvie.

8 At night when all went to their bed,
All slept full soon but Annie;
Love so oppresst her tender breast,
Thinking on Andrew Lammie.

9 ‘Love comes in at my bed-side,
And love lies down beyond me;
Love has possest my tender breast,
And love will waste my body.

10 ‘The first time me and my love met
Was in the woods of Fyvie;
His lovely form and speech so soft
Soon gaind the heart of Annie.

11 ‘He called me mistress;I said, No,
I’m Tifty’s bonny Annie;
With apples sweet he did me treat,
And kisses soft and mony.

12 ‘It’s up and down in Tifty’s den,
Where the burn runs clear and bonny,
I’ve often gane to meet my love,
My bonny Andrew Lammie.’

13 But now alas! her father heard
That the trumpeter of Fyvie
Had had the art to gain the heart
Of Mill of Tifty’s Annie.

14 Her father soon a letter wrote,
And sent it on to Fyvie,
To tell his daughter was bewitchd
By his servant, Andrew Lammie.

15 Then up the stair his trumpeter
He call d soon and shortly:
‘Pray tell me soon what’s this you’ve done
To Tifty’s bonny Annie.’

16 ‘Woe be to Mill of Tifty’s pride,
For it has ruined many;
They’ll not have ’t said that she should wed
The trumpeter of Fyvie.

17 ‘In wicked art I had no part,
Nor therein am I canny;
True love alone the heart has won
Of Tifty’s bonnie Annie.

18 ‘Where will I find a boy so kind
That will carry a letter canny,
Who will run to Tifty’s town,
Give it to my love Annie?

19 ‘Tifty he has daughters three
Who all are wonderous bonny;
But ye’ll ken her oer a’ the rest;
Give that to bonny Annie.

20 ‘It’s up and down in Tifty’s den,
Where the burn runs clear and bonny,
There wilt thou come and I’ll attend;
My love, I long to see thee.

21 ‘Thou mayst come to the brig of Slugh,
And there I’ll come and meet thee;
It’s there we will renew our love,
Before I go and leave you.

22 ‘My love, I go to Edinburgh town,
And for a while must leave thee;’
She sighed sore, and said no more
But ‘I wish that I were with you!’

23 ‘I’ll buy to thee a bridal gown,
My love, I’ll buy it bonny;’
‘But I’ll be dead ere ye come back
To see your bonny Annie.’

24 ‘If ye’ll be true and constant too,
As I am Andrew Lammie,
I shall thee wed when I come back
To see the lands of Fyvie.’

25 ‘I will be true and constant too
To thee, my Andrew Lammie,
But my bridal bed or then’ll be made
In the green church-yard of Fyvie.’

26 ‘The time is gone, and now comes on
My dear, that I must leave thee;
If longer here I should appear,
Mill of Tifty he would see me.’

27 ‘I now for ever bid adieu
To thee, my Andrew Lammie;
Or ye come back I will be laid
In the green church-yard of Fyvie.’

28 He hied him to the head of the house,
To the house-top of Fyvie,
He blew his trumpet loud and shrill,
It was heard at Mill of Tifty.

29 Her father lockd the door at night,
Laid by the keys fu canny,
And when he heard the trumpet sound
Said, Your cow is lowing, Annie.

30 ‘My father dear, I pray forbear,
And reproach not your Annie;
I’d rather hear that cow to low
Than all the kye in Fyvie.

31 ‘I would not for my braw new gown,
And all your gifts so many,
That it was told in Fyvie land
How cruel ye are to Annie.

32 ‘But if you strike me I will cry,
And gentlemen will hear me;
Lord Fyvie will be riding by,
And he’ll come in and see me.’

33 At the same time the lord came in;
He said, What ails thee Annie?
‘It’s all for love now I must die,
For bonny Andrew Lammie.’

34 ‘Pray, Mill of Tifty, give consent,
And let your daughter marry;’
‘It will be with some higher match
Than the trumpeter of Fyvie.’

35 ‘If she were come of as high a kind
As she’s advanced in beauty,
I would take her unto myself,
And make her my own lady.’

36 Fyvie lands are far and wide,
And they are wonderous bonny;
But I would not leave my own true-love
For all the lands in Fyvie.’

37 Her father struck her wonderous sore,
As also did her mother;
Her sisters also did her scorn,
But woe be to her brother!

38 Her brother struck her wonderous sore,
With cruel strokes and many;
He broke her back in the hall-door,
For liking Andrew Lammie.

39 ‘Alas! my father and my mother dear,
Why so cruel to your Annie?
My heart was broken first by love,
My brother has broke my body.

40 ‘O mother dear, make me my bed,
And lay my face to Fyvie;
Thus will I lie, and thus will die
For my dear Andrew Lammie.

41 ‘Ye neighbours hear, baith far and near,
And pity Tifty’s Annie,
Who dies for love of one poor lad,
For bonny Andrew Lammie.

42 ‘No kind of vice eer staind my life,
Or hurt my virgin honour;
My youthful heart was won by love,
But death will me exoner.’

43 Her mother than she made her bed,
And laid her face to Fyvie;
Her tender heart it soon did break,
And never saw Andrew Lammie.

44 Lord Fyvie he did wring his hands,
Said, Alas foe Tifty’s Annie!
The fairest flower’s cut down by love
That ever sprang in Fyvie.

45 ‘Woe be to Mill of Tifty’s pride!
He might have let them marry;
I should have given them both to live
Into the lands of Fyvie.’

46 Her father sorely now laments
The loss of his dear Annie,
And wishes he had given consent
To wed with Andrew Lammie.

47 When Andrew home frae Edinburgh came,
With muckle grief and sorrow,
‘My love is dead for me to-day,
I’ll die for her to-morrow.

48 ‘Now I will run to Tifty’s den,
Where the burn runs clear and bonny;
With tears I’ll view the brig of Slugh,
Where I parted from my Annie.

49 ‘Then will I speed to the green kirk-yard,
To The green kirk-yard of Fyvie,
With tears I’ll water my love’s grave,
Till I follow Tifty’s Annie.’

234. Charlie MacPherson

Version A

1 CHARLIE MACPHERSON, that braw Hieland lad[die],
On Valentine’s even cam doun to Kinaltie,
Courtit Burd Hellen, baith wakin an sleepin:
‘Oh, fair fa them has my love in keepin!’

2 Charlie MacPherson cam doun the dykeside,
Baith Milton an Muirton an a’ bein his guide;
Baith Milton an Muirton an auld Water Nairn,
A’ gaed wi him, for to be his warn.

3 Whan he cam to the hoose o Kinaltie,
‘Open your yetts, mistress, an lat us come in!
Open your yetts, mistress, an lat us come in!
For here’s a commission come frae your gudeson.

4 ‘Madam,’ says Charlie, ’whare [i]s your dochter?
Mony time have I come to Kinatie an socht her;
Noo maun she goe wi me mony a mile,
Because I’ve brocht mony men frae the West Isle.’

5 ‘As for my dochter, she has gane abroad,
You’ll no get her for her tocher gude;
She’s on to Whitehouse, to marry auld Gairn:
Oh, fair fa them that wait on my bairn!’

6 Charlie MacPherson gaed up the dykeside,
Baith Muirtoun an Milton an a’ bein his guide;
Baith Muirton an Milton an auld Water Nairn,
A’ gaed wi him, for to be his warn.

7 Whan he cam to the hoose in Braemar,
Sae weel as he kent that his Nellie was there!
An Nellie was sittin upon the bed-side,
An every one there was ca’ing her, bride.

8 The canles gaed oot, they waurna weel licht,
Swords an spears they glancet fou bright;
Sae laith as she was her true-love to beguile,
Because he brocht mony men frae the West Isle.

Version B

1 CHARLIE MRR’rrPHERSON, that brisk Highland laddie,
At Valentine even he came to Kinadie:

2 To court her Burd Helen, baith waking and sleeping;
Joy be wi them that has her a keeping!

3 Auldtown and Muirtown, likewise Billy Beg,
All gaed wi Charlie, for to be his guide.

4 Jamie M’Robbie, likewise Wattie Nairn,
All gaed wi Charlie, for to be his warran.

5 When they came to Kinadie, they knockd at the door;
When nae ane woud answer, they gaed a loud roar.

6 ‘Ye’ll open the door, mistress, and lat us come in;
For tidings we’ve brought frae your appearant guid-son.’

7 For to defend them, she was not able;
They bangd up the stair, sat down at the table.

8 ‘Ye’ll eat and drink, gentlemen, and eat at your leisure;
Nae thing’s disturb you, take what’s your pleasure.’

9 ‘O madam,’ said he, ‘I’m come for your daughter;
Lang hae I come to Kinadie and there sought her.

10 ‘Now she’s gae wi me for mony a mile,
Before that I return unto the West Isle.’

11 ‘My daughter’s not at home, she is gone abroad;
Ye darena now steal her, her tocher is guid.

12 ‘My daughter’s in Whitehouse, wi Mistress Dalgairn;
Joy be wi them that waits on my bairn!’

13 The swords an the targe that hang about Charlie,
They had sic a glitter, and set him sae rarelie!

14 They had sic a glitter, and kiest sic a glamour,
They showed mair light than they had in the chamour.

15 To Whitehouse he went, and when he came there
Right sair was his heart when he went up the stair.

16 Burd Helen was sitting by Thomas’ bed-side,
And all in the house were addressing her, bride.

17 ‘O farewell now, Helen, I’ll bid you adieu;
Is this a’ the comfort I’m getting frae you?

18 ‘It was never my intention ye shoud be the waur;
My heavy heart light on Whitehouse o Cromar!

19 ‘For you I hae travelled full mony lang mile,
Awa to Kinadie, far frae the West Isle.

20 ‘But now ye are married, and I am the waur;
My heavy heart light on Whitehouse o Cromar!’

235. The Earl of Aboyne

Version A

1 THE Earl of Aboyne he’s courteous and kind,
He’s kind to every woman,
And the Earl of Aboyne he’s courteous and kind,
But he stays ower lang in London.

2 The ladie she stood on her stair-head,
Beholding his grooms a coming;
She knew by their livery and raiment so rare
That their last voyage was from London.

3 ‘My grooms all, ye’ll be well in call,
Hold all the stables shining;
With a bretther o degs ye’ll clear up my nags,
Sin my gude lord Aboyne is a coming.

4 ‘My minstrels all, be well in call,
Hold all my galleries ringing;
With music springs ye’ll try well your strings,
Sin my gude lord’s a coming.

5 ‘My cooks all, be well in call,
Wi pots and spits well ranked;
And nothing shall ye want that ye call for,
Sin my gude Lord Aboyne’s a coming.

6 ‘My chamber-maids, ye’ll dress up my beds,
Hold all my rooms in shining;
With Dantzic waters ye’ll sprinkle my walls,
Sin my good lord’s a coming.’

7 Her shoes was of the small cordain,
Her stockings silken twisting;
Cambrick so clear was the pretty lady’s smock,
And her stays o the braided sattin.

8 Her coat was of the white sarsenent,
Set out wi silver quiltin,
And her gown was o the silk damask,
Set about wi red gold walting.

9 Her hair was like the threads of gold,
Wi the silk and sarsanet shining,
Wi her fingers sae white, and the gold rings sae grite,
To welcome her lord from London.

10 Sae stately she steppit down the stair,
And walkit to meet him coming;
Said, O ye’r welcome, my bonny lord,
Ye’r thrice welcome home from London!

11 ‘If this be so that ye let me know,
Ye’ll come kiss me for my coming,
For the morn should hae been my bonny wedding-day
Had I stayed the night in London.’

12 Then she turned her about wi an angry look,
O for such a sorry woman!
‘If this be so that ye let me know,
Gang kiss your ladies in London.’

13 Then he looked ower his left shoulder
To the worthie companie wi him;
Says he, Isna this an unworthy welcome
The we’ve got, comin from London!

14 ‘Get yer horse in call, my nobles all,
And I’m sorry for yer coming,
But we’ll horse, and awa to the bonny Bog o Gight,
And then we’ll go on to London.’

15 ‘If this be Thomas, as they call you,
You’ll see if he’ll hae me with him;
And nothing shall he be troubled with me
But myself and my waiting-woman.’

16 ‘I’ve asked it already, lady,’ he says,
‘And your humble servant, madam;
But one single mile he winna lat you ride
Wi his company and him to London.’

17 A year and mare she lived in care,
And docters wi her dealin,
And with a crack her sweet heart brack,
And the letters is on to London.

18 When the letters he got, they were all sealed in black,
And he fell in a grievous weeping;
He said, She is dead whom I loved best
If I had but her heart in keepin.

19 Then fifteen o the finest lords
That London could afford him,
From their hose to their hat, they were all clad in black,
For the sake of her corpse, Margaret Irvine.

20 The furder he gaed, the sorer he wept,
Come keping her corpse, Margaret Irvine.
Until that he came to the yetts of Aboyne,
Where the corpse of his lady was lying.

Version B

1 THE Earl o Aboyne to old England’s gone,
An a his nobles wi him;
Sair was the heart his fair lady had
Because she wanna wi him.

2 As she was a walking in her garden green,
Amang her gentlewomen,
Sad was rhe letter that came to her,
Her lord was wed in Lunan.

3 ‘Is this true, my Jean,’ she says,
‘My lord is wed in Lunan?’
‘O no, O no, my lady gay,
For the Lord o Aboyne is comin.’

4 When she was looking oer her castell-wa,
She spied twa boys comin:
‘What news, what news, my bonny boys?
What news hae ye frae Lunan?’

5 ‘Good news, good news, my lady gay,
The Lord o Aboyne is comin;
He’s scarcely twa miles frae the place,
Ye’ll hear his bridles ringin.’

6 ‘O my grooms all, be well on call,
An hae your stables shinin;
Of corn an hay spare nane this day,
Sin the Lord o Aboyne is comin.

7 ‘My minstrels all, be well on call,
And set your harps a tunin,
Wi the finest springs, spare not the strings,
Sin the Lord o Aboyne is comin.

8 ‘My cooks all, be well on call,
An had your spits a runnin,
Wi the best o roast, an spare nae cost,
Sin the Lord o Aboyne is comin.

9 ‘My maids all, be well on call,
An hae your flours a shinin;
Cover oer the stair wi herbs sweet an fair,
Cover the fours wi linen,
An dress my bodie in the finest array,
Sin the Lord o Aboyne is comin.’

10 Her gown was o the guid green silk,
Fastned wi red silk trimmin;
Her apron was o the guid black gaze,
Her hood o the finest linen.

11 Sae stately she stept down the stair,
To look gin he was comin;
She called on Kate, her chamer-maid,
An Jean, her gentlewoman,
To bring her a bottle of the best wine,
To drink his health that’s comin.

12 She’s gaen to the close, taen him from frae’s horse,
Says, You’r thrice welcome fra Lunan!
‘If I be as welcome hauf as ye say,
Come kiss me for my comin,
For tomorrow should been my wedding-day
Gin I’d staid on langer in Lunan.’

13 She turned about wi a disdainful look
To Jean, her gentlewoman:
‘If tomorrow should been your wedding-day,
Go kiss your whores in Lunan.’

14 ‘O my nobles all, now turn your steeds,
I’m sorry for my comin;
For the night we’ll alight at the bonny Bog o Gight,
Tomorrow tak horse for Lunan.’

15 ‘O Thomas, my man, gae after him,
An spier gin I’ll win wi him;’
‘Yes, madam, I hae pleaded for thee,
But a mile ye winna win wi him.’

16 Here and there she ran in care,
An doctors wi her dealin;
But in a crak her bonny heart brak,
And letters gaed to Lunan.

17 When he saw the letter sealed wi black,
He fell on ’s horse weeping:
‘If she be dead that I love best,
She has my heart a keepin.

18 ‘My nobles all, ye’ll turn your steeds,
That comely face [I] may see then;
Frae the horse to the hat, a’ must be black,
And mourn for bonny Peggy Irvine.’

19 When they came near to the place,
They heard the dead-bell knellin,
And aye the turnin o the bell
Said, Come bury bonny Peggy Irvine.

Version C

1 THE Earl of Aboyne he’s careless an kin,
An he is new come frae London;
He sent his man him before,
To tell o his hame-comin.

2 First she called on her chamberline,
Sin on Jeanie, her gentlewoman:
‘Bring me a glass o the best claret win,
To drink my good lord’s well-hame-comin.

3 ‘My servants all, be ready at a call,
. . . .
. . . .
For the Lord of Aboyne is comin

4 ‘My cooks all, be ready at a call
. . . .
Wi the very best of meat,
For the Lord of Aboyne is comin.

5 ‘My maids all, be ready at a call,
. . . .
The rooms I’ve the best all to be dressd,
For the Lord af Aboyn is comin.’

6 She did her to the closs to take him fra his horse,
An she welcomed him frae London:
. . . .
‘Ye’r welcome, my good lord, frae London!’

7 ‘An I be sae welcome, he says,
‘Ye’ll kiss me for my comin,
For the morn sud hae bin my weddin-day
Gif I had staid in London.’

8 She turned her about wi a disdainfull look,
Dear, she was a pretty woman!
‘Gif the morn shud hae bin yer weddin-day,
Ye may kiss your whores in London.’

9 . . . .
. . . .
‘So I shall, madam, an ye’s hae na mare to sey,
For I’ll dine wi the Marquis of Huntley.’

10 She did her to his servant-man,
I wat they caed him Peter Gordon:
‘Ye will ask my good lord if he will let me
Wi him a single mile to ride [to London].’

11 ‘Ye need not, madam, . .
I have asked him already;
He will not let ye a single mile ride,
For he is to dine with the Marquis o Huntly.’

12 She called on her chamber-maid,
Sin on Jean, her gentlewoman:
‘Ge make my bed, an tye up my head,
Woe’s me for his hame-comin!’

13 She lived a year and day, wi mickle grief and wae,
The doctors were wi her dealin;
Within a crack, her heart it brack,
As the letters they went to London.

14 He gae the table wi his foot,
An koupd it wi his knee,
Gared silver cup an easer dish
In flinders flee.

15 . . . .
. . . .
‘I wad I had lost a’ the lands o Aboyne
Or I had lost bonny Margat Irvine.’

16 He called on his best serving-man,
I wat the caed him Peter Gordon:
‘Gae get our horses sadled wi speed,
Woe’s me for our hame-comin!

17 . . . .
. . . .
‘For we will a’ be in black, fra the hose to the hat,
Woe’s me for bonny Margat Irvine!

18 ‘We must to the North, to bury her corps,
Alas for our hame-comin!
I rather I had lost a’ the lands o Aboyne
Or I had lost bonny Margat Irvine.’

Version D

1 THE guid Earl o Boyn’s awa to Lonon gone,
An a’ his gallan grooms wie him,
But, for a’ the ribbons that hing at her hat,
He has left his fair lady behind him.

2 He had not been in London toun
A month but barely one, O,
Till the letters an the senes they came to her hand
That he was in love with another woman.

3 ‘O what think ye o this, my bonny boy?’ she says,
‘What think ye o my lord at london?
What think ye o this, my bonny boy?’ she says,
‘He’s in love wie another woman.’

4 That lady lookd out at her closet-window,
An saw the gallan grooms coming;
‘What think ye o this, my bonny boy?’ she says,
‘For yonder the gallan grooms coming.’

5 Stately, stately steppit she doun
To welcome the gallan grooms from London:
‘Ye’re welcome, ye’re welcome, gallan grooms a’;
Is the guid Earl o Boyn a coming?

6 ‘What news, what news, my gallan grooms a’?
What news have ye from London?
What news, what news, my gallan grooms a’?
Is the guid Earl o Boyn a-coming?’

7 ‘No news, no news,’ said they gallan grooms a’,
‘No news hae we from London;
No news, no news,’ said the gallan grooms a’,
‘But the guid Earl o Boyn’s a coming,
An he’s not two miles from the palace-gates,
An he’s fast coming hame from London.’

8 ‘Ye stable-grooms a’, be ready at the ca,
An have a’ your stables in shening,
An sprinkle them over wie some costly water,
Since the guid Earl o Boyn’s a coming.

9 ‘Ye pretty cooks a’, be ready at the ca,
An have a’ your spits in turning,
An see that ye spare neither cost nor pains,
Since the guid Earl o Boyn’s a coming.

10 ‘Ye servant-maids, ye’ll trim up the beds,
An wipe a’ the rooms oer wie linnen,
An put a double daisy at every stair-head,
Since the guid Earl o Boyn’s a coming.

11 ‘Ye’ll call to me my chambermaid,
An Jean, my gentlewoman,
An they’ll dress me in some fine array,
Since the good Earl o Boyn’s a coming.’

12 Her stockens were o the good fine silk,
An her shirt it was o the camric,
An her goun it was a’ giltit oer,
An she was a’ hung oer wie rubbies.

13 That lady lookd out at her closet-window,
An she thought she saw him coming:
‘Go fetch to me some fine Spanish wine,
That I may drink his health that’s a coming.’

14 Stately, stately steppit she doun
To welcome her lord from london,
An as she walked through the close
She’s peed him from his horse.

15 ‘Ye’re welcome, ye’re welcome, my dearest dear,
Ye’re three times welcome from London!’
‘If I be as welcome as ye say,
Ye’ll kiss my for my coming;
Come kiss me, come kiss me, my dearest dear,
Come kiss me, my bonny Peggy Harboun.’

16 O she threw her arms aroun his neck,
To kiss him for his coming:
‘If I had stayed another day,
I’d been in love wie another woman.

17 She turned her about wie a very stingy look,
She was as sorry as any woman;
She threw a napkin out-oure her face,
Says, Gang kiss your whore at London.

18 ‘Ye’ll mount an go, my gallan grooms a’,
Ye’ll mount and back again to London;
Had I known this to be the answer my Meggy’s gein me,
I had stayed some longer at London.’

19 ‘Go, Jack, my livery boy,’ she says,
‘Go ask if he’ll take me wie him;
An he shall hae nae cumre o me
But mysel an my waiting-woman.’

20 ‘O the laus o London the’re very severe,
They are not for a woman;
And ye are too low in coach for to ride,
I’m your humble servant, madam.

21 ‘My friends they were a’ angry at me
For marrying ane o the house o Harvey;
And ye are too low in coach for to ride,
I’m your humble servant, lady.

22 ‘Go saddle for me my steeds,’ he says,
‘Go saddle them soon and softly,
For I maun awa to the Bogs o the Geich,
An speak wi the Marquess o Huntly.’

23 The guid Earl o Boyn’s awa to London gone,
An a’ his gallan gro[o]ms wie him;
But his lady fair he’s left behind
Both a sick an a sorry woman.

24 O many were the letter she after him did send,
A’ the way back again to London,
An in less than a twelvemonth her heart it did break,
For the loss o her lord at London.

25 He was not won well to the Bogs o the Geich,
Nor his horses scarcely batit,
Till the letters and the senes they came to his hand
That his lady was newly Strickit.

26 ‘O is she dead? or is she sick?
O woe’s me for my coming!
I’d rather lost a’ the Bogs o the Geich
Or I’d lost my bonny Peggy Harboun.’

27 He took the table wi his foot,
Made a’ the room to tremble:
‘I’d rather a lost a’ the Bogs o the Geich
Or I’d lost my bonny Peggy Harboun.

28 ‘Oh an alas! an O woe’s me!
An wo to the Marquess o Huntly,
Wha causd the Earl o Boyn prove sae very unkin
To a true an a beautiful lady!’

29 There were fifteen o the bravest gentlemen,
An the bravest o the lords o London,
They went a’ to attend her burial-day,
But the Earl o Boyn could not go wi them.

Version E

1 ‘MY maidens fair, yoursels prepare.’

2 You may weel knaw by her hair, wi the diamonds sae rare,
That the Earl of Aboyne was comin.

3 ‘My minstrels all, be at my call,
Haud a’ your rooms a ringin,
. . . .
For the Earl of Aboyne is comin.’

4 ‘Tomorrow soud hae been my bonnie waddin-day,
If I had staid in London.’

5 She turned her aboot wi an angry look,
An sic an angry woman!
‘Gin tomorrow soud hae been your bonnie waddin-day,
Gae back to your miss in Lunnon.’

6 For mony a day an year that lady lived in care,
An doctors wi her dealin,
Till just in a crack her very heart did brak,
An her letters went on to Lunnon.

7 There waur four-and-twenty o the noblest lords
That Lonnon could aford him,
A’ clead in black frae the saidle to the hat,
To convey the corpse o Peggy Ewan.

8 ‘I’d rather hae lost a’ the lands o Aboyne
Than lost my pretty Peggy Ewan.’

Version F

1 THE Earl of Aboyne is to London gane,
And a’ his nobles with him;
He’s left his lady him behin,
He’s awa, to remain in Lundon.

2 She’s called upon her waiting-maid
To busk her in her claithin;
Her sark was o cambrick very fine,
And her bodice was the red buckskin.

3 Her stockings were o silk sae fine,
And her shoon o the fine cordan;
Her coat was o the guid green silk,
Turnit up wi a siller warden.

4 Her goun was also o the silk,
Turned up wi a siller warden,
And stately tripped she doun the stair,
As she saw her gude lord comin.

5 She gaed thro the close and grippit his horse,
Saying, Ye’re welcome hame frae London!
‘Gin that be true, come kiss me now,
Come kiss me for my coming.

6 ‘For blythe and cantie may ye be,
And thank me for my comin,
For the morn would hae been my wedding-day
Had I remained in London.’

7 She turnd her richt and round about,
She was a waefu woman:
‘Gin the morn would hae been your weddin-day,
Gae kiss your whores in London.’

8 He turned him richt and round about,
He was sorry for his comin:
‘Loup on your steeds, ye nobles a’,
The morn we’ll dine in London.’

9 She lived a year in meikle wae,
And the doctors dealin wi her;
At lang and last her heart it brast
And the letters gade to London.

10 And when he saw the seals o black,
He fell in a deadly weeping;
He said, She’s dead whom I loed best,
And she had my heart in keeping.

11 ‘Loup on your steeds, ye nobles a’,
I’m sorry for our comin;
Frae our horse to our hat, we’ll gae in black,
And we’ll murn for Peggy Irwine.’

12 They rade on but stap or stay
Till they came to her father’s garden,
Whare fifty o the bravest lords
Were convoying Peggy Irwine.

Version G

1 THE Earl Aboyne to London has gane,
And all his nobles with him;
For a’ the braw ribbands he wore at his hat,
He has left his lady behind him.

2 She’s called on her little foot-page,
And Jean, her gentlewoman;
Said, Fill to me a full pint of wine,
And I’ll drink it at my lord’s coming.

3 ‘You’re welcome, you’re welcome, you’re welcome,’ she says,
‘You’re welcome home from London!’
‘If I be as welcome as you now say,
Come kiss me, my bonnie Peggy Irvine.

4 ‘Come kiss me, come kiss me, my lady,’ he says,
‘Come kiss me for my coming,
For the morn should hae been my wedding-day,
Had I staid any longer in London.’

5 She turned about with an angry look,
Said, Woe’s me for your coming!
If the morn should hae been your wedding-day,
Go back to your whore in London.

6 He’s called on his little foot-page,
Said, Saddle both sure and swiftly,
And I’l away to the Bogs o the Gay,
And speak wi the Marquis o Huntly.

7 She has called on her little foot-page,
Said, See if he’ll take me with him;
And he shall hae nae mair cumber o me
But myself and my servant-woman.

8 ‘O London streets they are too strait,
They are not for a woman,
And it is too low to ride in coach wi me
With your humble servant-woman.’

9 He had not been at the Bogs o the Gay,
Nor yet his horse was baited,
Till a boy with a letter came to his hand
That his lady was lying streekit.

10 ‘O woe! O woe! O woe!’ he says,
‘O woe’s me for my coming!
I had rather lost the Bogs o the Gay
Or I’d lost my bonny Peggy Irvine.

11 ‘O woe! O woe! O woe!’ he said,
‘O woe to the Marquis o Huntly,
Gard the Earl of Aboyne prove very unkind
To a good and a dutiful lady!’

Version H

1 THE Earl of Boon’s to London gone,
And all his merry men with him;
For a’ the ribbonds hang at his horse’s main,
He has left his lady behind him.

2 He had not been a night in town,
Nor a day into the city,
Until that the letters they came to him,
And the ladies they did invite him.

3 His lady has lookit oer her left shoulder,
To see if she saw him coming,
And then she saw her ain good lord,
Just newly come from London.

4 ‘Come kiss me, my dear, come kiss me,’ he said,
‘Come kiss me for my coming,
For if I had staid another day in town
Tomorrow I would hae been married in Lunnon.’

5 She turned about wi a very saucy look,
As saucy as eer did a woman;
Says, If a’ be true that I’ve heard of you,
You may go back and kiss your whores in Lunnon.

6 ‘Go call on Jack, my waiting-man,’ he said,
‘Go saddle and make him ready;
For I maun away to the Bughts o Gight,
To speak to the Marquess of Huntly.’

7 He had not been at the Bughts of the Gight,
Nor the horses yet weel bated,
Until that the letters came ta him
That his lady was newly streeket.

8 ‘Wae’s me, my dear! wae’s me!’ he said,
‘It waes me for my coming;
For I wad rather lost a’ the Bughts o the Gight
Or I had lost my bonny Peggy Irvine.’

Version I

1 THE Earl of Aboyne to London has gone,
And all his nobles with him;
For all the braw ribbands he wore at his hat,
He has left his lady behind him.

2 She has to her high castle gane,
To see if she saw him coming;
And who did she spy but her own servant Jack,
Coming riding home again from London.

3 ‘What news, what news, my own servant Jack?
What news have you got from London?’
‘Good news, good news, my lady,’ he says,
‘For the Earl of Aboyne he is coming.’

4 She has to her kitchen-maid gane:
‘Set your pots and your pans all a boiling;
Have every thing fine for gentry to dine,
For the Earl of Aboyne he is coming.

5 ‘Stable-grooms all, pray be well employed,
Set your stable-bells all a ringing;
Let your hecks be overlaid with the finest of good hay,
For the Earl of Aboyne he is coming.’

6 She has to her low gates gane,
To see if she saw him coming,
And long seven miles before they came to town
She heard their bridles ringing.

7 ‘Come kiss me, come kiss me, madam,’ he says,
‘Come kiss me for my coming,
For the morn should hae been my wedding-day
Had I staid any longer in London.’

8 She’s turned about with an angry look,
Says, Woe’s me for thy coming!
If the morn should hae been your wedding-day
Go back and kiss your whores in London.

9 They’ve turned their horses’ heads around,
Their faces all for London;
With their hands to their hats they all rode off,
And they’re all away to London.

Version J

1 THE Earl of Aboyne has up to London gone,
And all his nobles with him,
And three broad letters he sent into his love
He would wed another woman in London.

2 She has turned the honey month about,
To see if he was coming,
And lang three miles ere he came to the town
She heard his bridle ringing.

3 She’s went down unto the close and she’s taen him from his horse,
Says, Ye’re welcome home from London!
‘If I be as welcome, dear Peggy, as you say,
Come kiss me for my coming.

4 ‘Come kiss me, come kiss me, dear Peggy,’ he said,
‘Come kiss me for my coming,
For tomorrow should have been my wedding-day
Had I tarried any longer in London.’

5 She has turned herself round about,
And she was an angry woman:
‘If tomorrow should have been your wedding-day,
You may kiss with your sweethearts in London.’

6 ‘Go saddle me my steed,’ he said,
‘Saddle and make him ready;
For I must away to the bonny Bog of Keith,
For to visit the Marquis of Huntley.’

7 ‘Go ask him, go ask, dear Thomas,’ she said,
‘Go ask if he’ll take me with him;’
‘I’ve asked him once, and I’ll ask him no more,
For ye’ll never ride a mile in his company.’

8 ‘Go make to me my bed,’ she said,
‘Make it soft and narrow;
For since my true lover has slighted me so,
I will die for him ere morrow.’

9 She has called her waiting-man,
And Jean her gentlewoman:
‘Go bring to me a glass of red wine,
For I’m as sick as any woman.’

10 The bed it was not made nor well laid down,
Nor yet the curtains drawn on,
Till stays and gown and all did burst,
And it’s alace for bonny Peggy Irvine!

11 The Earl of Aboyne was not at the Bog of Keith,
Nor met wi the Marquis of Huntley,
Till three broad etters were sent after him
That his pretty Peggy Irvine had left him.

12 He gave such a rap on the table where he sat
It made all the room for to tremble:
‘I would rather I had lost all the rents of Aboyne
Than have lost my pretty Peggy Irvine.’

Version K

1 THE Earl o Aboyne is awa to Lunnon gane,
An he’s taen Joannan wi him,
An it ill be Yule ere he come again;
But he micht hae taen taen his bonnie Peggie Ewan.

2 Cook-maidens all, be ready at my call,
Hae a’ your pats an pans a-reekin;
For the finest o flowrs, gae through your bowrs,
For the Earl o Aboyne’s a comin.

Version L

1 THE Lord Aboyn’s to London gone,
And his hail court wi him;
Better he had staid at hame,
Or taen his lady wi him.

236. The Laird o Drum

Version A

1 O IT fell out upon a day,
When Drums was going to ride, O
And there he met with a well-far’d may,
Keeping her flocks on yon side. O

2 ‘O fair may, O rare may,
Can not you fancy me?
Of a’ the lasses here about
I like nane so well as thee.’

3 ‘Set your love on another, kind sir,
Set it not on me,
For I’m not fit to be your bride,
And your whore I’ll never be.’

4 Drums is to her father gane,
Keeping his flocks on yon hill,
And he has gotten his consent,
And the maid was at his will.

5 ‘My daughter can neither read nor write,
She was neer brought up at school;
But well can she milk cow and ewe,
And make a kebbuck well.

6 ‘She’ll winn in your barn at bear-seed time,
Cast out your muck at Yule;
She’ll saddle your steed in time o need,
Draw aff your boots hersell.’

7 ‘Have not I no clergymen?
Pay I no clergy fee?
I’ll school her as I think fit,
And as I think fit to be.’

8 Drums is to the Highlands gane
For to be made ready,
And a’ the gentry thereabout
Says, Yonder comes Drums and his lady.

9 ‘Peggy Coutts is a very bonnie bride,
And Drums is a wealthy laddie;
But Drums might hae chosen a higher match
Than any shepherd’s daughter.’

10 Then up bespake his brother John,
Says, Brother you’ve done us wrong;
You’ve married ane below our degree,
A stain to a’ our kin.

11 ‘Hold your tongue, my brother John,
I have done you no wrong;
For I’ve married ane to wirk and win,
And ye’ve married ane to spend.

12 ‘The last time that I had a wife,
She was above my degree;
I durst not come in her presence
But with my hat on my knee.’

13 There was four-and-twenty gentlemen
Stood at the yetts o Drum;
There was na ane amang them a’
That welcomd his lady in.

14 He’s taen her by the milk-white hand
And led her in himsell,
And in thro ha’s and thro bowers,
‘And you’re welcome, Lady o Drum.’

15 Thrice he kissd her cherry cheek,
And thrice her cherry chin,
And twenty times her comely mouth,
‘And you’re welcome, Lady o Drum.’

16 ‘Ye shall be cook in my kitchen,
Butler in my ha;
Ye shall be lady at my command
When I ride far awa.’

17 ‘But what will I do when auld Drum dies,
When auld Drum dies and leaves me?
Then I’ll tak back my word again,
And the Coutts will come and see me.’

Version B

1 THERE was a knight, [an a gallant knight,]
An a gallant knight was he,
An he’s faen in love
Wi his shepherd’s daghterie.

2 . . . .
He could neither gang nor ride,
He fell so deep in her fancy,
Till his nose began to bleed.

3 ‘Bonny may, an bra may,
Canna ye on me rue?
By a’ the maid[s] I ever saw,
There is nane I loo by you.’

4 ‘Ye’r a shepherd’s ae daghter,
An I’m a barron’s son;
An what pleasure I wad hae
To see ye gae out an in!’

5 ‘I’m a shepherd’s ae dochter,
An ye’r a barron’s son;
An there is nae pleasure I could ha
To see ye gae out or in.

6 . . . .
. . . .
‘For I wadna gie the fancy of my bonny love
For na love nor favour o you.’

7 ‘Bonny may, an bra may,
Canna ye on me rue?
By a’ the maids I ever saw
There is nane I loo by you.’

8 ‘Lay ne yer fancy, sir, on me,’ she says,
‘Lay na yer fancy on me;
For I’m our low to be your bride,
An yer quine I’ll never be.

9 ‘For I will wear nane o yer silks,
Nor nane o yer scarlet claes;
For the hue o the whin shall be my gown,
An I will gae as I pleas.’

10 . . . .
. . .
‘Ye’r na our laigh to be my bride,
An my quine ye’s never be.

11 ‘Bonny may, and bra may,
Winna ye on me rue?
By a’ the maids I ever see,
There’s nane I loo but you.’

12 ‘Gin ye ha faen so deep in my fancy
Ye can neither gan[g] nor ride,
Gae tak me to the middle o the ring,
An bring me guid companie.’

13 He has taen her by the milk-white hand
And led her thro haas an bowers:
‘Ye’r the chioce of my heart,
An a’ I hae is yours.’

14 He took her by the milk-white hand
And led her out and in:
‘Ye’r the choice o my heart,
My dear, ye’r welcome in.’

15 Out spake his brither John,
‘Brither, ye ha done great wrong;
Ye hae married a wife this night
Disdained by a’ yer kin.’

16 ‘Hold yer tong, my brither John,
For I hae don na wrong;
For I ha married a wife to . . . ,
An ye ha ane to spend.’

Version C

1 THERE was a shepherd’s daughter
Sheering at the bear,
And by cam the Laird o Drum,
On an evening clear.

2 ‘O will ye fancy me, fair maid?
O will ye fancy me?
O will ye fancy me, fair maid,
An lat the sheering be?’

3 ‘O say na sae again, kind sir,
O say na sae again;
I’m owr low to be your bride,
Ye’r born owr high a man.’

4 Said, Fair maid, O rare maid,
Will ye on me rue?
Amang a’ the lasses o the land
I fancy nane but you.

5 ‘Lay your love on another,’ she said,
‘And lay it not on me,
For I’m owr low to be your bride,
Your miss I’ll never be.

6 ‘Yonder is my father dear,
Wi hogs upon yon hill;
Gif ye get but his consent,
I shall be at your will.’

7 He’s taen him to her father dear,
Keeps hogs upon yon hill,
An he has gotten his consent,
The may was at his will.

8 ‘My daughter canna read or write,
She never was at school;
Weel can she milk cow and ewe,
An serve your house fu weel.

9 ‘Weel can she shack you barns
And gae to mill an kill,
Saddle your steed in time o need,
And draw your boots hirsel.

10 ‘She canna wear your silk sae fine,
Nor yet your silver clear;
The hue o the ewe man be her weed,
Altho she was your dear.’

11 He’s wedded the shepherd’s daughter,
An he has taen her hame;
He’s wedded the shepherd’s daughter,
And led her on to Drum.

12 There were four an twenty bold barons
Stood at the yet o Drum;
There was na ane amang them a’
That welcomd his lady hame.

13 Out then spak his brother dear,
Says, Ye’v done mickel wrong;
Ye’v wedded a mean woman,
The lack o a’ her kin.

14 ‘I never did thee wrong, brother,
I never did thee wrong;
I’ve wedded a woman to work and win,
An ye hae ane to spen.

15 ‘The last woman I wedded
Was aboon my degree;
I could na sit in her presence
But wi hat upon my knee.’

16 He’s taen her by the milk-white hand
An led her but an ben,
An in the ha, amang them a’,
He’s hailed her Lady Drum.

17 ‘Now I’ve wedded the Shepherd’s daughter,
An I hae brought her hame,
In the ha, amang ye a’,
She is welcome hame to Drum.’

Version D

1 THE laird o Drum is a hunting gane,
All in a morning early,
And he did spy a well-far’d may,
Was shearing at her barley.

2 ‘O will ye fancy me, fair may,
And let your shearing be, O
And gang and be the lady o Drum?
O will ye fancy me?’ O

3 ‘I winna fancy you,’ she says,
‘Nor let my shearing be;
For I’m ower low to be Lady Drum,
And your miss I’d scorn to be.’

4 ‘But ye’ll cast aff that gown o grey,
Put on the silk and scarlet;
I’ll make a vow, and keep it true,
You’ll neither be miss nor harlot.’

5 ‘Then dee you to my father dear,
Keeps sheep on yonder hill;
To ony thing he bids me do
I’m always at his will.’

6 He has gane to her father dear,
Keeps sheep on yonder hill:
‘I’m come to marry your ae daughter,
If ye’ll gie me your gude will.’

7 ‘She’ll shake your barn, and winna your corn,
And gang to mill and kill;
In time of need she’ll saddle your steed;
And I’ll draw your boots mysell.’

8 ‘O wha will bake my bridal bread,
And wha will brew my ale,
And wha will welcome my lady hame,
It’s mair than I can tell.’

9 Four and twenty gentle knights
Gied in at the yetts o Drum;
But nae a man lifted his hat
Whan the lady o Drum came in.

10 But he has taen her by the hand,
And led her but and ben;
Says, You’r welcome hame, my lady Drum,
For this is your ain land.

11 For he has taen her by the hand,
And led her thro the ha;
Says, You’r welcome hame, my lady Drum,
To your bowers ane and a’.

12 Then he[’s] stript her o the robes o grey,
Drest her in the robes o gold,
And taen her father the sheep-keeping,
Made him a bailie bold.

13 She wasna forty weeks his wife
Till she brought hame a son;
She was as well a loved lady
As ever was in Drum.

14 Out it speaks his brother dear,
Says, You’ve dune us great wrang;
You’ve married a wife below your degree,
She’s a mock to all our kin.

15 Out then spake the Laird of Drum,
Says, I’ve dune you nae wrang;
I’ve married a wife to win my bread,
You’ve married ane to spend.

16 ‘For the last time that I was married,
She was far abeen my degree;
She wadna gang to the bonny yetts o Drum
But the pearlin abeen her ee,
And I durstna gang in the room where she was
But my hat below my knee.’

17 When they had eaten and well drunken,
And all men bound for bed,
The Laird o Drum and his lady gay
In ae bed they were laid.

18 ‘Gin ye had been o high renown,
As ye are o low degree,
We might hae baith gane down the streets
Amang gude companie.’

19 ‘I tauld you ere we were wed
You were far abeen my degree;
But now I’m married, in your bed laid,
And just as gude as ye.

20 ‘Gin ye were dead, and I were dead,
And baith in grave had lain,
Ere seven years were at an end,
They’d not ken your dust frae mine.’

Version E

1 THE Laird of Drum is a wooing gane,
All in a morning early,
And there he spied a weel-far’d may,
She was shearing at her barley.

2 ‘Will you fancy me, my bonny may,
And will you fancy me? O
And will you come and be Lady Drum,
And let your shearing a be?’ O

3 ‘It’s I winna fancy you, kind sir,
I winna fancy thee;
For I’m too low to be lady o Drum,
And your whore I would scorn to be.’

4 Ye’ll cast aff the robes of gray,
And put on the silk and the scarlet,
And here to you I’ll make a vow
Ye’se neither be whore nor harlot.’

5 ‘I winna cast aff the robes o gray,
To put on the silk and the scarlet,
But I’ll wear the colour of the ewe,
For they set me better that a’ that.

6 ‘But ye’ll do you doun to my father dear,
Keeping sheep on yonder hill,
And the first ae thing that he bids me I’ll do,
For I wirk aye at his will.’

7 He’s done him doun to her father dear,
Keeping sheep on yonder hill:
‘Ye hae a pretty creature for your daughter;
Dear me! but I like her well.’

8 ‘It’s she can neither read nor write,
She was never brought up at the squeel;
She canna wash your china cups,
Nor yet mak a dish o tea.

9 ‘But well can she do a’ ither thing,
For I learnt the girly mysell;
She’ll fill in your barn, and winnow your corn,
She’ll gang to your kill and your mill,
And, time o need, she’ll saddle your steed,
And draw your boots hersell.’

10 ‘Wha will bake my bridal bread,
And wah will brew my ale?
Wha will welcome my lady in?
For it’s more than I can tell.’

11 There was four-and-twenty gentlemen
Stood a’ in the yetts o Drum,
But there was nane o them lifted their hats
To welcome the young lady in.

12 But up spake his ae brither,
Says, Brither, ye hae done wrang;
Ye have married a wife this day
A lauch to a’ our kin.

13 ‘I’ve married ane to win my bread,
But ye married ane to spend;
But as lang’s I’m able to walk to the yetts o Drum
On me she may depend.

14 ‘The last lady that I did wed
Was far above my command;
I durst not enter the bower where she was
But my hat low in my hand.’

15 When bells were rung, and mass was sung,
And a’ man bound for bed,
The Laird o Drum and the Shepherd’s dother
In one bed they were laid.

16 ‘If ye were come o noble bleed
An were as high as me,
We could gang to the yetts o Drum
Amangst gueed companie.’

17 ‘I tald you ere we was wed
I was oer low for thee,
But now we are wedd and in ae bed laid,
And you must be content wi me.

18 ‘For an ye were dead, an I were dead,
And laid in the dust low down,
When we were baith turnd up again
Wha could ken your mould frae mine?’

Version F

1 ‘OH, will ye fancy me, fair maid?
Oh, will ye fancy me? O
Or will ye go to be ladye o the Drum,
An let a’ your shearin abe? O
An let a’ your shearin abe? O
An let a’ your shearin abe?’ O

2 ‘I can neither read nor write,
Nor neer been brocht up at schule;
But I can do all other things,
An keep a hoose richt weel.

3 ‘My faither he’s a puir shepherd-man,
Herds his hogs on yonder hill;
Gin ye will go get his consent,
Then I’ll be at your call.’

4 He has gane to her father,
That herds hogs on yonder hill;
He said, ‘You’ve got a pretty daughter,
I’d fain tak her to my sel.’

5 ‘She can neither read nor write,
Was neer brocht up at schule;
But she can do all other things,
An I learnt aye the lassie my sel.

6 ‘She’ll milk your cows, she’ll carry your corn,
She’ll gang to the mill or the kiln;
She’ll saddle your steed at any time of need,
And she’ll brush up your boots hersel.’

7 ‘It’s who will bake my bridal bread?
Or who will brew my ale?
Or who will welcome this bonnie lassie in?
For it’s more than I can tell.’

8 There’s four-and-twenty gentlemen
Stand doun at the gate o the Drum;
Not one of them all would take off his hat
For to welcome the bonnie lassie in.

9 . . . .
. . . .
‘Oh, brother, you’ve married a wife this day
A disgrace to all our kin.’

10 ‘Oh, brother, I’ve married a wife to win,
And ye’ve got one to spen,
And as long as the bonnie lassie walks out and in
She shall aye be the ladye o the Drum.’

11 When all was done, and no bells rung,
And all men bound for their bed,
The laird and the shepherd’s bonnie daughter
In one bed they were laid.

12 ‘Though I’m not of as noble blood,
Nor yet of as high degree,
Now I lie locked in your arms two,
And you must be contented wi me.

13 ‘If you were dead, and I were dead,
And baith laid in one grave,
If we were baith to be raised up again,
Wha would ken your dust frae mine?

237. The Duke of Gordon's Daughter

1 THE Duke of Gordon has three daughters,
Elizabeth, Margaret, and Jean;
They would not stay in bonny Castle Gordon,
But they would go to bonny Aberdeen.

2 They had not been in Aberdeen
A twelvemonth and a day
Till Lady Jean fell in love with Captain Ogilvie,
And away with him she would gae.

3 Word came to the Duke of Gordon,
In the chamber where he lay,
Lady Jean has fell in love with Captain Ogilvie,
And away with him she would gae.

4 ‘Go saddle to me the black horse,
And you’ll ride on the grey,
And I will ride to bonny Aberdeen,
Where I have been many a day.’

5 They were not a mile from Aberdeen,
A mile but only three,
Till he met with his two daughters walking,
But away was Lady Jean.

6 ‘Where is your sister, maidens?
Where is your sister now?
Where is your sister, maidens,
That she is not walking with you?’

7 ‘O pardon us, honoured father,
O pardon us,’ they did say;
‘Lady Jean is with Captain Ogilvie,
And away with him she will gae.’

8 When he came to Aberdeen,
And down upon the green,
There did he see Captain Ogilvie,
Training up his men.

9 ‘O wo to you, Captain Ogilvie,
And an ill death thou shalt die;
For taking to thee my daughter,
Hang d thou shalt be.’

10 Duke Gordon has wrote a broad letter,
And sent it to the king,
To cause hang Captain Ogilvie
If ever he hanged a man.

11 ‘I will not hang Captain Ogilvie,
For no lord that I see;
But I’ll cause him to put off the lace and scarlet,
And put on the single livery.’

12 Word came to Captain Ogilvie,
In the chamber where he lay,
To cast off the gold lace and scarlet,
And put on the single livery.

13 ‘If this be for bonny Jeany Gordon,
This pennance I’ll take wi;
If this be for bonny Jeany Gordon,
All this I will dree.’

14 Lady Jean had not been married,
Not a year but three,
Till she had a babe in every arm,
Another upon her knee.

15 ‘O but I’m weary of wandering!
O but my fortune is bad!
It sets not the Duke of Gordon’s daughter
To follow a soldier-lad.

16 ‘O but I’m weary of wandering!
O but I think lang!
It sets not the Duke of Gordon’s daughter
To follow a single man.’

17 When they came to the Highland hills,
Cold was the frost and snow;
Lady Jean’s shoes they were all torn,
No farther could she go.

18 ‘O wo to the hills and the mountains!
Wo to the wind and the rain!
My feet is sore with going barefoot,
No further am I able to gang.

19 ‘Wo to the hills and the mountains!
Wo to the frost and the snow!
My feet is sore with going barefoot,
No farther am I able to go.

20 ‘O if I were at the glens of Foudlen,
Where hunting I have been,
I would find the way to bonny Castle Gordon,
Without either stockings or shoon.’

21 When she came to Castle Gordon,
And down upon the green,
The porter gave out a loud shout,
‘O yonder comes Lady Jean!’

22 ‘O you are welcome, bonny Jeany Gordon,
You are dear welcome to me;
You are welcome, dear Jeany Gordon,
But away with your Captain Ogilvie.’

23 Now over seas went the captain,
As a soldier under command;
A message soon followed after
To come and heir his brother’s land.

24 ‘Come home, you pretty Captain Ogilvie,
And heir your brother’s land;
Come Home, ye pretty Captain Ogilvie,
Be Earl of Northumberland.’

25 ‘O what does this mean?’ says the captain;
‘Where’s my brother’s children three?’
‘They are dead and buried,
And the lands they are ready for thee.’

26 ‘Then hoist up your sails, brave captain,
Let’s be jovial and free;
I’ll to Northumberland and heir my estate,
Then my dear Jeany I’ll see.’

27 He soon came to Castle Gordon,
And down upon the green;
The porter gave out with a loud shout,
‘Here comes Captain Ogilvie!’

28 You’re welcome, pretty Captain Ogilvie,
Your fortune’s advanced I hear;
No stranger can come unto my gates
That I do love so dear.’

29 ‘Sir, the last time I was at your gates,
You would not let me in;
I’m come for my wife and children,
No friendship else I claim.’

30 ‘Come in, pretty Captain Ogilvie,
And drink of the beer and the wine;
And thou shalt have gold and silver
To count till the clock strike nine.’

31 ‘I’ll have none of your gold or silver,
Nor none of your white-money;
But I’ll have bonny Jeany Gordon,
And she shall go now with me.’

32 Then she came tripping down the stair,
With the tear into her eye;
One babe was at her foot,
Another upon her knee.

33 ‘You’re welcome, bonny Jeany Gordon,
With my young family;
Mount and go to Northumberland,
There a countess thou shall be.’

238. Glenlogie or Jean o Bethalnie

Version A

1 FOUR and twenty noblemen they rode thro Banchory fair,
But bonnie Glenlogie was flower [of a’] that was there.

2 Four and twenty noblemen rode from Banchory ha,
But bonnie Glenlogie he was flower of them a’.

3 ‘O bonnie Glenlogie, be constant and kind,
An, bonnie Glenlogie, I’ll tell you my mind.

4 . . so frank and so free,
. . and I get na Glenlogie, I’ll die.’

5 ‘O bonnie Jeanie, your portion’s but sma
To lay your love on me, that’s promist awa.’

6 Her cherry cheeks grew pale an wan; with the tear in her ee,
‘Gin I get na Glenlogie, I surely will die.’

7 Ben came her father, steps to her bowr:
‘Dear Jeanie, you’r acting the part of a [whore].

8 ‘You’re seeking ane that cares na for thee;
Ye’s get Lord William, let Glenlogie be.’

9 ‘O had you still, father, let your folly be;
Gin I get na Glenlogie, I surely will die.’

10 Ben came her mother, steps on the floor:
‘Dear daughter Jeanie, you’re acting the [whore],

11 ‘Seeking of ane that cares na for thee;
For ye’ll get Lord William, let Glenlogie be.’

12 ‘O had your tongue, mother, and let me be;
An I get na Glenlogie, I surely will die.’

13 O ben came her father’s chaplain, a man of great skill,
And he has written a broad letter, and he has pennd it well.

14 H’as pennd it well, an sent it awa
To bonnie Glenlogie, the flower of them a’.

15 When he got the letter, his tears did down fa

146 laid her love on me, that was promist awa.’

16 He calld on his servant wi speed, and bade him saddle his horses, and bridle them a’:
‘For she has laid her love on me, altho I was promist awa.’

17 The horses were saddled wi speed, but ere they came he was four mile awa,
To Jean of Bethelny, the flowr of them a’.

18 But when he came to her bowr she was pale and wan,
But she grew red and ruddy when Glenlogie came in.

19 ‘Cheer up, bonnie Jeannie, ye are flowr o them a’;
I have laid my love on you, altho I was promist awa.’

20 Her beauty was charming, her tocher down tauld;
Bonnie Jean of Bethelny was scarce fifteen year auld.

Version B

1 FOUR and twenty nobles sits in the king’s ha,
Bonnie Glenlogie is the flower among them a’.

2 In came Lady Jean, skipping on the floor,
And she has chosen Glenlogie ’mong a’ that was there.

3 She turned to his footman, and thus she did say:
Oh, what is his name? and where does he stay?

4 ‘His name is Glenlogie, when he is from home;
He is of the gay Gordons, his name it is John.’

5 ‘Glenlogie, Glenlogie, an you will prove kind,
My love is laid on you; I am telling my mind.’

6 He turned about lightly, as the Gordons does a’:
‘I thank you, Lady Jean, my loves is promised awa.’

7 She called on her maidens her bed for to make,
Her rings and her jewels all from her to take.

8 In came Jeanie’s father, a wae man was he;
Says, I’ll wed you to Drumfendrich, he has mair gold than he.

9 Her father’s own chaplain, being a man of great skill,
He wrote him a letter, and indited it well.

10 The first lines he looked at, a light laugh laughed he;
But ere he read through it the tears blindid his ee.

11 Oh, pale and wan looked she when Glenlogie cam in,
But even rosy grew she when Glenlogie sat down.

12 ‘Turn round, Jeanie Melville, turn round to this side,
And I’ll be the bridegroom, and you’ll be the bride.’

13 Oh, ’twas a merry wedding, and the portion down told,
Of bonnie Jeanie Melville, who was scarce sixteen years old.

Version C

1 THERE was three score o nobles sat at the king’s dine,
An bonny Glenlogie was flower o thrice nine.

2 . . cam trippin downstair,
An she fancied Glenlogie ower a’ that was there.

3 She called on the footman that ran by his side,
Says, What is that man’s name, an where does he bide?

4 ‘His name is Glenlogie when he goes from home,
But he’s of the great Gordons, an his name is Lord John.’

5 ‘Glenlogie! Glenlogie! Glenlogie!’ said she,
‘An for bonnie Glenlogie I surely will die.’

6 She called on her maidens to make her her bed,
. . . . .

7 When Glenlogie got the letter, amang noblemen,
‘Dear me,’ said Glenlogie, ’what does young women mean!’

8 Then up spake his father, Let it never be said
That such a fine lady should die for your sake.

9 ‘Go saddle my black horse, go saddle him soon,
Till I go to Bethelnie, to see Lady Jean.’

10 When he got to Behtelnie, there was naebody there
But was weeping an wailing an tearing their hair.

11 ‘Turn round, Jeanie Gordon, turn round to the side;
I’ll be the bridegroom, an ye’s be the bride.’

Version D

1 THERE waur aucht an forty nobles rade to the king’s ha,
But bonnie Glenlogie was the flour o them a’.

2 There waur aucht and forty nobles rade to the king’s dine,
But bonnie Glenlogie was the flour o thrice nine.

3 Bonnie Jeanie Melville cam trippin doun the stair,
An whan she saw Glenlogie her hairt it grew sair.

4 . . . . .
‘He’s of the gay Gordons, his name it is John.’

5 ‘Oh, Logie! Oh, Logie! Oh, Logie!’ said she,
‘If I get na Glenlogie, I surely will dee.’

6 He turned him aboot, as the Gordons do a’,
Says, I thank you, Lady Jeanie, but I’m promised awa.

7 She called on her maidens her hands for to take,
An the rings from her fingers she did them a’ break.

8 ‘Oh, what is my lineage, or what is my make,
That such a fine lady suld dee for my sake?’

9 Such a pretty wedding, as I have been told,
An bonnie Jeanie Melville was scarce sixteen years old.

Version E

1 THERE were four-and-twenty ladies dined i the Queen’s ha,
And Jean o Bethelnie was the flower o them a’.

2 Four-and-twenty gentlemen rode thro Banchory fair,
But bonny Glenlogie was the flower that was there.

3 Young Jean at a window she chanced to sit nigh,
And upon Glenlogie she fixed an eye.

4 She calld on his best man, unto him did say,
O what is that knight’s name? or where does he stay?

5 ‘He’s of the noble Gordons, of great birth and fame;
He stays at Glenlogie, Sir George is his name.’

6 Then she wrote a broad letter, and wrote it in haste;
To send it Glenlogie, she thought it was best.

7 Says, O brave Glenlogie, unto me be kind;
I’ve laid my love on you, and told you my mind.

8 Then reading the letter, as he stood on the green,
Says, I leave you to judge, sirs; what does women mean?

9 Then turnd about sprightly, as the Gordons do a’:
‘Lay not your love on me, I’m promisd awa.’

10 When she heard this answer, her heart was like to break,
That she laid her love on him, and him so ungrate.

11 Then she calld on her maidens to lay her to bed,
And take her fine jewels and lay them aside.

12 ‘My seals and my signets, no more shall I crave;
But linen and trappin, a chest and a grave.’

13 Her father stood by her, possess d with fear,
To see his dear daughter, possess d with care.

14 Says, Hold your tongue, Jeannie, let all your folly be;
I’ll wed you to Dumfedline, he is better than he.

15 ‘O hold your tongue, father, and let me alane;
If I getna Glenlogie, I’ll never have ane.

16 ‘His bonny jimp middle, his black rolling eye,
If I getna Glenlogie, I’m sure I shall die.’

17 But her father’s old chaplain, a man of great skill,
He wrote a broad letter, and penned it well.

18 Saying, O brave Glenlogie, why must it be so?
A maid’s love laid on you, shall she die in her woe?

19 Then reading the letter, his heart was like to break
That such a leal virgin should die for his sake.

20 Then he calld on his footman, and likewise his groom,
Says, Get my horse saddled and bridl d soon.

21 Before the horse was saddled and brought to the yate,
Bonnie Glenlogie was five miles on foot.

22 When he came to Bethelnie, he saw nothing there
But weeping and wailing, vexation and care.

23 Then out spake her father, with the tear in his ee,
You’re welcome, Glenlogie, you’re welcome to me.

24 ‘If ye make me welcome, as welcome’s ye say,
Ye’ll show me the chamber where Jeannie does lay.’

25 Then one o her maidens took him by the hand,
To show him the chamber where Jeannie lay in.

26 Before that she saw him, she was pale and wan;
But when she did see him, she grew ruddy again.

27 ‘O turn, bonny Jeannie, turn you to your side;
For I’ll be the bridegroom, and ye’ll be the bride.’

28 When Jeannie was married, her tocher down tauld,
Bonny Jean o Bethelnie was fifteen years auld.

Version F

1 FOURSCORE nobles ride in the king’s court,
And bonny Earl Ogie’s the flower of the rout;
Fourscore lean oer the castle-wa,
But Jean of Bethelnie’s the flower of em a’.

2 She writ a broad letter, and pennd it fou lang,
And sent it Earl Ogie as fast as ’t can gang:
‘Bonny Earl Ogie, be courteous and kind;
I’ve laid my love on thee; maun I die in my prime?’

3 ‘O pox on thee, Jenny, for being sae slaw!
Bonny Earl Ogie is promisd awa:’
This letter was like to mak her heart break,
For revealing her mind to a man so ingrate.

4 ‘Come here, all my handmaids, O do this with speed,
Take my gowns and my passments, and lay me to bed;
Lay me to bed, it is all that I crave;
Wi my sark in my coffin, lay me in my grave.’

5 Her father beheld her with heart full of grief,
And spoke these words to her, to gi her relief:
Hawd your tongue, Jenny, your mourning let be,
You shall have drumfinely, who’s as good as he.

6 ‘Haud your tongue, father, your words make me sad;
If I get not Earl Ogie, I still shall be bad;
With his bonny streight body, and black rolling eee,
If I get not Earl Ogie, for him I mun dee.’

7 Her father, king’s chaplain, and one of great skill,
Did write a broad letter, and pennd it fou weel;
He as writ a broad letter, and pennd it fou lang,
And sent it Earl Ogie as fast as ’t can gang.

8 ‘Bonny Earl Ogie, be courteous and kind;
My daughter loves you; must she die in her prime?’
When he read the first lines, a loud laugh gave he;
But or he redd the middle, the tear filld his ee,

9 ‘Come here, all my footmen, and also my groom,
Go saddle my horses, and saddle them soon:’
They were not weel saddled and set on the green
Or bonny Earl Ogie was twa mile his lain.

10 When he came to Bethelnie, he nothing saw there
But mourning and weeping, lamentation and care:
‘O you that’s her handmaid, take me by the hand,
Lead me to the chamber that Jenny lies in.’

11 When thither he came, she was pale and half dead;
As soon as she saw him, her cheeks they grew red:
‘Come, turn thee, my Jenny, come, turn on thy side,
I’ll be the bridegroom, you shall be the bride.’

12 Her spirit revived to hear him say sae,
And thus ended luckily all her great wae;
Then streight were they married, with joy most profound,
And Jean of Bethelnie was sav’d from the ground.

Version G

1 THERE was mony a braw noble cum to our king’s ha,
But the bonnie Glenlogie was the flower o them a’;
An the young ladye Jeanye, sae gude an sae fair,
She fancyd Glenlogie aboon a’ that were there.

2 She speered at his footman that rode by his side
His name an his surname an whare he did bide:
‘He bides a[t] Glenlogie whan he is at hame,
He is of the gay Gordons, an John is his name.’

3 ‘Oh, Logie, Glenlogie, I’ll tell you my mind;
My luve is laid on you, O wad ye prove kind!’
He turned him about, as the Gordons do a’,
‘I thank [you], fair ladye, but I’m promised awa.’

4 She called on her maidens her hands for to take,
An the rings on her fingers she did them a’ break:
‘Oh Logie, Glenlogie! Oh, Logie!’ said she,
‘Gin I get na Glenlogie, I’m sure I will die.’

5 ‘O hold your tongue, daughter, an weep na sae sair,
For ye’ll get Drumfindlay, his father’s young heir.’
‘O hold your tongue, father, an let me alane,
Gin I get na Glenlogie, I winna hae ane.’

6 Her father wrote a broad letter wi speed,
And ordered his footman to run and ride;
He wrote a broad letter, he wrote it wi skill,
An sent it to Glenlogie, who had dune her the ill.

7 The first line that he read, a light laugh gae he;
The next line that he read, the tear filld his ee:
‘O what a man am I, an hae I a maik,
That such a fine ladye shoud die for my sake?

8 ‘Ye’ll saddle my horse, an ye’ll saddle him sune,
An, when he is saddled, bring him to the green:’
His horse was na saddled an brocht to the green,
When Glenlogie was on the road three miles his lane.

9 When he came to her father’s, he saw naething there
But weeping an wailing an sobbing fu sair:
O pale an wan was she when Logie gaed in,
But red and ruddie grew she when Logie gaed ben.

10 ‘O turn, Ladye Jeany, turn ye to your side,
For I’ll be the bridegroom, an ye’ll be the bride:’
It was a blythe wedding as ever I’ve seen,
An bonny Jeany Melville was scarce seventeen.

Version H

1 SIX and six nobles gaed to Behelvie fair,
But bonnie Glenlogie was flowr o a’ there;
Bonnie Jean o Belhelvie gaed tripping doun the stair,
And fancied Glenlogie afore a’ that was there.

2 She said to his serving-man, as he stood aside,
O what is that man’s name, and whare does he bide?
‘They call him Glenlogie whan he goes frae home,
But he’s come o the grand gordons, and [h]is name is Lord John.’

3 ‘Glenlogie, Glenlogie, be constant and kind;
I’ve laid my love on you, I’ll tell you my mind:’
‘O wae’s me heart, Jeanie, your tocher’s oure sma;
Lay na your love on me, foe I’m promised awa.’

4 She called for the servant to show her a room,
Likewise for a handmaid to mak her bed doun;
Wi that Jeanie’s father cam stepping on the floor,
Says, What is the matter my dochter lies here?

5 ‘Forgie, honourd father, my folly,’ said she,
‘But for the sake o Glenlogie your dochter will dee:’
‘O cheer up, my dochter, for I’ll gie ye my hand
That ye’se get young Glenforbar, w’ an earldom of land.

6 ‘O cheer up, my dochter, turn ance frae the wa,
And ye’ll get Glenforbar, the flowr o them a’:’
‘I wad rather tak Glenlogie wi his staff in his hand
Afore I wad tak Glenforbar wi an earldom of land.’

7 Jeanie’s father was a scholar, and a man o grit wit,
And he wrote him a letter, he thought it was fit.

8 When Glenlogie gat the letter, he was amang nobles a’,
. . . he lute his hat fa:
‘I wonder i the warld what women see at me,
For bonnie Jean o Belhelvie is a dying for me:’

9 He calld for his servant to saddle his steed,
. . . wi speed;
The horse was na saddled, but out on the green,
Till bonnie Glenlogie was some miles him leen.

10 Whan he cam to Belhelvie, he rade round about,
And he saw Jeanie’s father at a window look out.

11 Bonnie Jean o Belhelvie lay pale and wan,
But red and ruddy grew she when Glenlogie cam in:
‘Lie yont, bonnie Jeanie, and let me lie down,
For ye’se be bride, and I’se be bridegroom.’

Version I

1 ‘THERERR’rrS fifty young nobles rides up the king’s hall
And bonny Glenlogie’s the flower of them all;
Wi his milk-white steed, and his black rolling ee,
If I get na Glenlogie, it’s certain I’ll die.

2 ‘Where will I get a bonny boy, to win hose and shoon,
To go to Glenlogie and bid Logie come?’
‘Here am I pretty boy, to win baith hose and shoon,
To go to Glenlogie and bid Logie come.’

3 When he came to Glenlogie, it was ’wash and go dine:’
‘Come in, my pretty boy, wash and go dine:’
‘It was no my father’s fashion, and I hope it’ll no be mine,
To run a lady’s hasty errand, then to go dine.

4 ‘Here take this letter, Glenlogie,’ said he.
The first ane line that he read, a low smile gave he;
The next ane line that he read, the tear blinded his ee;
But the next line that he read he garrd the table flee.

5 ‘O saddle to me the black horse, saddle to me the brown,
Saddle to me the swiftest horse that eer rode frae the town:’
But lang or the horses could be brought to the green
Bonnie Glenlogie was twa mile his lean.

6 When he came to Glenfeldy’s gates, little mirth was there,
Bonie Jean’s mother was tearing her hair:
‘You’re welcome, Glenlogie, you’re welcome to me,
You’re welcome, Glenlogie, your Jeanie to see.’

7 O pale and wan was she when Logie came in,
But red and rosy grew she wheneer he sat down;
‘O turn you, bonie Jeanie, O turn you to me,
For, if you’ll be the bride, the bridegroom I will be.’

239. Lord Saltoun and Auchanachie

Version A

1 ‘AUCHANACHIE GORDON is bonny and braw,
He would tempt any woman that ever he saw;
He would tempt any woman, so has he tempted me,
And I’ll die if i getna my love Auchanachie.’

2 In came her father, tripping on the floor,
Says, Jeanie, ye’re trying the tricks o a whore;
Ye’re caring for them that cares little for thee;
Ye must marry Salton, leave Auchanachie.

3 ‘Auchanachie Gordon, he is but a man;
Altho he be pretty, where lies his free land?
Salton’s lands they lie broad, his towers they stand hie,
Ye must marry Salton, leave Auchanachie.

4 . . . . .
. . . . .
‘Salton will gar you wear silk gowns fring’d to thy knee,
But ye’ll never wear that wi your love Auchanachie.’

5 ‘Wi Auchanachie Gordon I would beg my bread
Before that wi Salton I’d wear gowd on my head,
Wear gowd on my head, or gowns fring’d to the knee;
And I’ll die if I getna my love Auchanachie.

6 ‘O Salton’s [a] valley lies low by the sea,
He’s bowed on the back, and thrawin on the knee;’
. . . . .
. . . . .

7 ‘O Salton’s a valley lies low by the sea;
Though he’s bowed on the back and thrawin on the knee,
Though he’s bowed on the back and thrawin on the knee,
The bonny rigs of Salton they’re nae thrawin tee.’

8 ‘O you that are my parents to church may me bring,
But unto young Salton I’ll never bear a son;
For son or for daughter, I’ll never bow my knee,
And I’ll die if I getna my love Auchanachie.’

9 When Jeanie was married, from church was brought hame,
When she wi her maidens sae merry shoud hae been,
When she wi her maidens sae merry shoud hae been,
She’s called for a chamber, to weep there her lane.

10 ‘Come to your bed, Jeanie, my honey and my sweet,
For to stile you mistress I do not think it meet:’
‘Mistress or Jeanie, it is a’ ane to me,
It’s in your bed, Salton, I never will be.’

11 Then out spake her father, he spake wi renown;
Some of you that are maidens, ye’ll loose aff her gown;
Some of you that are maidens, ye’ll loose aff her gown,
And I’ll mend the marriage wi ten thousand crowns.

12 Then ane of her maidens they loosed aff her gown,
But bonny Jeanie Gordon she fell in a swoon;
She fell in a swoon low down by their knee;
Says, Look on, I die for my love Auchanachie!

13 That very same day Miss Jeanie did die,
And hame came Auchanachie, hame frae the sea;
Her father and mither welcomd him at the gate;
He said, Where’s Miss Jeanie, that she’s nae here yet?

14 Then forth came her maidens, all wringing their hands,
Saying, Alas for your staying sae lang frae the land!
Sae lang frae the land, and sae lang on the fleed!
They’ve wedded your Jeanie, and now she is dead.

15 ‘Some of you, her maidens, take me by the hand,
And show me the chamber Miss Jeanie died in;’
He kissd her cold lips, which were colder than stane,
And he died in the chamber that Jeanie died in.

Version B

1 ‘BUCHAN, it’s bonnie, an there lies my love,
My heart is fixt on him, it winna remove;
It winna remove for a’ at I can dee,
An I never will forsake him Young Annochie.’

2 Her father cam trippin, cam trippin ben the floor,
Says, Jeannie, ye hae but the tricks o a whore;
Ye care little for the man that cares muckle for thee,
But I’ll cause you marry Saltoun, let Annochie be.

3 ‘Ye may marry me to Saltoun before that I go home,
But it is to Lord Saltoun I’ll never bear a son;
A son nor a daughter I’ll never bear to he,
An I never will frosake him Young Annochie.’

4 ‘All you that is her maidens, ye’ll tak her by the han,
An I will inheft her o five thousan poun;
She’ll wear silk to her heel and gowd to her knee,
An I’ll cause her to forsake him Young Annochie.’

5 ‘All you that is my maidens winna tak me by the han,
I winna be inhefted o five thousan poun;
I’ll nae wear silk to my heal nor wear gowd to my knee,
An I never will forsake him Young Annochie.’

6 ‘All you that is her maidens, ye’ll show her to her bed;
The blankets they are ready, the sheets are comely spread;
She shall lie in my airms till twelve o the day,
An I’ll cause her to forsake him Young Annochie.’

7 ‘All you that is my maidens winna show me to my bed,
Tho the blankets they be ready, the sheets be comely spread;
I’ll nae lie in your airms till twelve o the day,
An I never will forsake him Young Annochie.’

8 It’s that day they wedded her, an that day she died,
An that day Young Annochie cam in on the tide;
. . . . .
. . . . .

9 Her maidens did meet him, a’ wringin their hans,
Sayin, It’s a’ for your stayin so long on the sans!
They’ve wedded your Jeannie, an now she is dead,
An it’s a’ for your stayin sae long on the fleed.

10 ‘All you that is her maidens ye’ll tak me by the han,
Ye’ll show me the bower that Jeannie lies in:’
He kissed her cold lips, they were both white an red,
And for bonnie Jeannie Gordon Young Annochie died.

240. The Rantin Laddie

Version A

1 ‘AFTEN hae I playd at the cards and the dice,
For the love of a bonie rantin laddie,
But now I maun sit in my father’s kitchen-neuk
And balow a bastard babie.

2 ‘For my father he will not me own,
And my mother she neglects me,
And a’ my friends hae lightlyed me,
And their servants they do slight me.

3 ‘But had I a servant at my command,
As aft times I’ve had many,
That wad rin wi a letter to bonie Glenswood,
Wi a letter to my rantin laddie!’

4 ‘O is he either a laird or a lord,
Or is he but a cadie,
That ye do him ca sae aften by name
Your bonie, bonie rantin laddie?’

5 ‘Indeed he is baith a laird and a lord,
And he never was a cadie,
But he is the Earl o bonie Aboyne,
And he is my rantin laddie.’

6 ‘O ye’se get a servant at your command,
As aft times ye’ve had many,
That sall rin wi a letter to bonie Glenswood,
A letter to your rantin laddie.’

7 When Lord Aboyne did the letter get,
O but he blinket bonie!
But or he had read three lines of it
I think his heart was sorry.

8 ‘O wha is [this] daur be sae bauld
Sae cruelly to use my lassie?
. . . .
. . .

9 ‘For her father he will not her know,
And her mother she does slight her,
And a’ her friends hae lightlied her,
And their servants they neglect her.

10 ‘Go raise to me my five hundred men,
Make haste and make them ready,
With a milk-white steed under every ane,
For to bring hame my lady.’

11 As they cam in thro Buchanshire,
They were a company bonie,
With a gude claymor in every hand,
And O but they shin’d bonie!

Version B

1 ‘OFT have I playd at the cards an the dyce,
The war so very enticin;
But this is a sad an a sorrowfu seat,
To see my apron risin.

2 ‘Oft hae I playd at the cards an the dice
For love of my [rantin] laddie;
But now I man sit in my father’s kitchie-nouk,
A rokkin o my baby.

3 ‘But gin I had ane o my father’s servans,
For he has so mony,
That wad gae to the wood o Glentanner,
Wi a letter to the rantin laddie!’

4 ‘Here am I, ane o your father’s servans,
For he has sae mony,
That will gae to the wood o Glentanner,
Wi a letter to the rantin laddie.’

5 ‘Fan ye gae to Aboyne,
To the woods o Glentanner sae bonny,
Wi your hat in your hand gie a bow to the ground,
In the presence o the rantin laddie.’

6 Fan he gaed to Aboyne,
To the woods o Glentanner sae bonny,
Wi his hat in his hand he gied a bow to the ground,
In the presence of the rantin laddie.

7 Fan he looked the letter on
Sae loud as he was laughin!
But or he read it to an end
The tears they cam down rappin.

8 ‘O fa is this or fa is that
Has been so ill to my Maggie?
. . . .
. . . .

9 ‘But ye gett four-and-twenty milk white steeds,
Wi an car . . .
An as mony gay ladies to ride them on,
To gae an bring hame my Maggie.

10 ‘Ye get four-and-twenty bonny brown steeds,
Wi an car o an ome,
An as mony knights to ride them on,
To gae an bring hame my Maggie.’

11 Ye lasses a’, far ever ye be,
An ye match wi ony o our Deeside laddies,
Ye’ll happy be, ye’l happy be,
For they are frank and kind.

Version C

1 ‘AFT hae I playd at cards and dice
For the love o a bonny rantin laddie,
But now I maun sit i my father’s kitchen-nook,
And sing, Hush, balow, my baby.

2 ‘If I had been wise, and had taen advice,
And dane as my bonny love bade me,
I would hae been married at Martinmass,
And been wi my rantin laddie.

3 ‘But I was na wise, I took nae advice,
Did not as my bonny love bade me,
And now I maun sit by mysel i the nook,
And rock my bastard baby.

4 ‘If I had horse at my command,
As often I had many,
I would ride on to the Castle o Aboyne,
Wi a letter to my rantin laddie.’

5 Down the stair her father came,
And look d proud and saucy:
‘Who is the man, and what is his name,
That ye ca your rantin laddie?

6 ‘Is he a lord, or is he a laird?
Or is he but a caddie?
Or is it the young Earl o Aboyne
That ye ca your rantin laddie?’

7 ‘He is a young and noble lord,
He never was a caddie;
It is the noble Earl o Aboyne
That I ca my rantin laddie.’

8 ‘Ye shall hae a horse at your command,
As ye had often many,
To go to the Castle o Aboyne,
Wi a letter to your rantin laddie.

9 ‘Where will I get a little page,
Where will I get a caddie,
That will run quick to bonny Aboyne,
Wi this letter to my rantin laddie?’

10 Then out spoke the young scullion-boy,
Said, Here am I, a caddie;
I will run on to bonny Aboyne,
Wi the letter to your rantin laddie.

11 ‘Now when ye come to bonny Deeside,
Where woods are green and bonny,
There will ye see the Earl o Aboyne,
Among the bushes mony.

12 ‘And when ye come to the lands o Aboyne,
Where all around is bonny,
Ye’ll take your hat into your hand,
Gie this letter to my rantin laddie.’

13 When he came near the banks of Dee,
The birks were blooming bonny,
And there he saw the Earl o Aboyne,
Among the bushes mony.

14 ‘Where are ye going, my bonny boy?
Where are ye going, my caddie?’
‘I am going to the Castle o Aboyne,
Wi a letter to the rantin laddie.’

15 ‘See yonder is the castle then,
My young and handsome caddie,
And I myself am the Earl o Aboyne,
Tho they ca me the rantin laddie.’

16 ‘O pardon, my lord, if I’ve done wrong;
Forgive a simple caddie;
O pardon, pardon, Earl o Aboyne,
I said but what she bade me.’

17 ‘Ye have done no wrong, my bonny boy,
Ye’ve done no wrong, my caddie;’
Wi hat in hand he bowed low,
Gave the letter to the rantin laddie.

18 When young Aboyne looked the letter on,
O but he blinkit bonny!
But ere he read four lines on end
The tears came trickling mony.

19 ‘My father will no pity shew,
My mother still does slight me,
And a’ my friends have turned from me,
And servants disrespect me.’

20 ‘Who are they dare be so bold
To cruelly use my lassie?
But I’ll take her to bonny Aboyne,
Where oft she did caress me.

21 ‘Go raise to me five hundred men,
Be quick and make them ready;
Each on a steed, to haste their speed,
To carry home my lady.’

22 As they rode on thro Buchanshire,
The company were many,
Wi a good claymore in every hand,
That glanc d wondrous bonny.

23 When he came to her father’s gate,
He called for his lady:
‘Come down, come down, my bonny maid,
And speak wi your rantin laddie.’

24 When she was set on high horseback,
Rowd in the Highland plaidie,
The bird i the bush sang not so sweet
As sung this bonny lady.

25 As they rode on thro Buchanshire,
He cried, Each Lowland lassie,
Lay your love on some lowland lown,
And soon will he prove fause t’ ye.

26 ‘But take my advice, and make your choice
Of some young Highland laddie,
Wi bonnet and plaid, whose heart is staid,
And he will not beguile ye.’

27 As they rode on thro Garioch land,
He rode up in a fury,
And cried, Fall back, each saucy dame,
Let the Countess of Aboyne before ye.

Version D

1 ‘AFT hae I played at he cards and the dice,
It was a’ for the sake o my laddie,
But noo I sit i my father’s kitchie-neuk,
Singing ba to a bonnie bastard babbie.

2 ‘Whar will I get a bonnie boy sae kin
As will carry a letter cannie,
That will rin on to the gates o the Boyne,
Gie the letter to my rantin laddie?’

3 ‘Here am I, a bonnie boy sae kin,
As will carry a letter cannie,
That will rin on to the gates o the Boyne,
Gie the letter to your rantin laddie.’

4 ‘When ye come to the gates o the Boyne,
An low doon on yon cassie,
Ye’ll tak aff your hat an ye’ll mak a low bow,
Gie the letter to my rantin laddie.’

5 ‘When ye come to gates o the Boyne,
Ye’ll see lords an nobles monie;
But ye’ll ken him among them a’,
He’s my bonnie, bonnie rantin laddie.’

6 ‘Is your bonnie love a laird or a lord,
Or is he a cadie,
That ye call him so very often by name
Your bonnie rantin laddie?’

7 ‘My love’s neither a laird nor a lord,
Nor is he a cadie,
But he is yerl o a’ the Boyne,
An he is my bonnie rantin laddie.’

8 When he read a line or two,
He smil d eer sae bonnie;
But lang ere he cam to the end
The tears cam trinklin monie.

9 ‘Whar will I find fifty noble lords,
An as monie gay ladies,

241. The Baron o Leys

Version A

1 THE Laird of Leys is on to Edinbrugh,
To shaw a fit o his follie;
He drest himsel in the crimson-brown,
An he provd a rantin laddie.

2 Ben came a weel-faird lass,
Says, Laddie, how do they ca ye?
‘They ca me this, an they ca me that,
Ye wudna ken fat they ca me;
But whan I’m at home on bonnie Deeside
They ca me The Rantin Laddie.’

3 They sought her up, they sought her down,
They sought her in the parlour;
She couldna be got but whar she was,
In the bed wi The Rantin Laddie.

4 ‘Tell me, tell me, Baron of Leys,
Ye tell me how they ca ye!
Your gentle blood moves in my side,
An I dinna ken how they ca ye.’

5 ‘They ca me this, an they ca me that,
Ye couldna ken how they ca me;
But whan I’m at home on bonnie Deeside
They ca me The Rantin Laddie.’

6 ‘Tell me, tell me, Baron of Leys,
Ye tell mo how they ca ye!
Your gentle blood moves in my side,
An I dinna ken how to ca ye.’

7 ‘Baron of Leys, it is my stile,
Alexander Burnett they ca me;
Whan I’m at hame on bonnie Deeside
My name is The Rantin Laddie.’

8 ‘Gin your name be Alexander Burnett,
Alas that ever I saw ye!
For ye hae a wife and bairns at hame,
An alas for lyin sae near ye!

9 ‘But I’se gar ye be headit or hangt,
Or marry me the morn,
Or else pay down ten thousand crowns
For giein o me the scorn.’

10 ‘For my head, I canna want;
I love my lady dearly;
But some o my lands I maun lose in the case,
Alas for lyin sae near ye!’

11 Word has gane to the Lady of Leys
That the laird he had a bairn;
The warst word she said to that was,
‘I wish I had it in my arms.

12 ‘For I will sell my jointure-lands-+--+-
I am broken an I’m sorry-+--+-
An I’ll sell a’, to my silk gowns,
An get hame my rantin laddie.’

Version B

1 THE Laird o Leys is to London gane;
He was baith full and gawdie;
For he shod his steed wi siller guid,
And he’s playd the ranting laddie.

2 He hadna been in fair London
A twalmonth and a quarter,
Till he met wi a weel-faurd may,
Wha wishd to know how they ca’d him.

3 ‘They ca me this, and they ca me that,
And they’re easy how they’ve ca’d me;
But whan I’m at hame on bonnie Deeside
They ca me The Ranting Laddie.’

4 ‘Awa wi your jesting, sir,’ she said,
‘I trow you’re a ranting laddie;
But something swells atween my sides,
And I maun ken how they ca thee.’

5 ‘They ca me this, and they ca me that,
And they’re easy how they ca me;
The Baron o Leys my title is,
And Sandy Burnet they ca me.’

6 ‘Tell down, tell down ten thousand crowns,
Or ye maun marry me the morn;
Or headit of hangit ye sall be,
For ye sanna gie me the scorn.’

7 ‘My head’s the thing I canna weel want;
My lady she loves me dearlie;
Nor yet hae I means ye to maintain;
Alas for the lying sae near thee!’

8 But word’s gane doun to the Lady o Leys
That the Baron had got a babie:
‘The waurst o news!’ my lady she said,
‘I wish I had hame my laddie.

9 ‘But I’ll sell aff my jointure-house,
Tho na mair I sud be a ladie;
I’ll sell a’ to my silken goun,
And bring hame my rantin laddie.’

10 So she is on to London gane,
And she paid the money on the morn;
She paid it doun and brought him hame,
And gien them a’ the scorn.

Version C

1 THE Baron o Leys to France is gane,
The fashion and tongue to learn,
But hadna been there a month or twa
Till he gat a lady wi bairn.

2 But it fell ance upon a day
The lady mournd fu sairlie;
Says, Who’s the man has me betrayed?
It gars me wonder and fairlie.

3 Then to the fields to him she went,
Saying, Tell me what they ca thee;
Or else I’ll mourn and rue the day,
Crying, alas that ever I saw thee!

4 ‘Some ca’s me this, some ca’s me that,
I carena fat befa me;
For when I’m at the schools o France
An awkward fellow they ca me.’

5 ‘Wae’s me now, ye awkward fellow,
And alas that ever I saw thee!
Wi you I’m in love, sick, sick in love,
And I kenna well fat they ca thee.’

6 ‘Some ca’s me this, some ca’s me that,
What name does best befa me;
For when I walk in Edinburgh streets
The Curling Buckle they ca me.’

7 ‘O wae’s me now, O Curling Buckle,
And alas that ever I saw thee!
For I’m in love, sick, sick in love,
And I kenna well fat they ca thee.’

8 ‘Some ca’s me this, some ca’s me that,
Whatever name best befa’s me;
But when I’m in Scotland’s king’s high court
Clatter the Speens they ca me.’

9 ‘O wae’s me now, O Clatter the Speens,
And alas that ever I saw thee!
For I’m in love, sick, sick in love,
And I kenna well fat to ca thee.’

10 ‘Some ca’s me this, some ca’s me that,
I carena what they ca me;
But when wi the Earl o Murray I ride
It’s Scour the Brass they ca me.’

11 ‘O wae’s me now, O Scour the Brass,
And alas that ever I saw thee!
For I’m in love, sick, sick in love,
Amd I kenna well fat to ca thee.’

12 ‘Some ca’s me this, some ca’s me that,
Whatever name best befa’s me;
But when I walk thro Saint Johnstone’s town
George Burnett they ca me.’

13 ‘O wae’s me, O wae’s me, George Burnett,
And alas that ever I saw thee!
For I’m in love, sick, sick in love,
And I kenna well fat to ca thee.’

14 ‘Some ca’s me this, some ca’s me that,
Whatever name best befa’s me;
But when I am on bonny Dee side
The Baron o Leys they ca me.’

15 ‘O weal is me now, O Baron o Leys,
This day that ever I saw thee!
There’s gentle blood within my sides,
And now [I] ken fat they ca thee.

16 ‘But ye’ll pay down ten thousand crowns,
Or marry me the morn;
Else I’ll cause you be headed or hangd
For gieing me the scorn.’

17 ‘My head is a thing I cannot well want;
My lady loves me sae dearly;
But I’ll deal the gold right liberally
For lying ae night sae near thee.’

18 When word had gane to the Lady o Leys
The baron had gotten a bairn,
She clapped her hands, and this did say,
‘I wish he were in my arms!

19 ‘O weal is me now, O Baron o Leys,
For ye hae pleased me sairly;
Frae our house is banishd the vile reproach
That disturbed us late and early.’

20 When she looked ower her castle-wa,
To view the woods sae rarely,
There she spied the Baron o Leys
Ride on his steed sae rarely.

21 Then forth she went her baron to meet,
Says, Ye’re welcome to me, fairly!
Ye’se hae spice-cakes, and seed-cakes sweet,
And claret to drink sae rarely.

242. The Coble o Cargin

1 DAVID DRUMMONDRR’rrS destinie,
Gude man o appearance o Cargill;
I wat his blude rins in the flude,
Sae sair against his parents’ will.

2 She was the lass o Balathy toun,
And he the butler o Stobhall,
And mony a time she wauked late
To bore the coble o Cargill.

3 His bed was made in Kercock ha,
Of gude clean sheets and of [the] hay;
He wudna rest ae nicht therein,
But on the prude waters he wud gae.

4 His bed was made in Balathy toun,
Of the clean sheets and of the strae;
But I wat it was far better made
Into the bottom o bonnie Tay.

5 She bored the coble in seven pairts,
I wat her heart might hae been fu sair;
For there she got the bonnie lad lost
Wi the curly locks and the yellow hair.

6 He put his foot into the boat,
He little thocht o ony ill;
But before that he was mid-waters,
The weary coble began to fill.

7 ‘Woe be to the lass o Balathy toun,
I wat an ill death may she die!
For she bored the coble in seven pairts,
And let the waters perish me.

8 ‘Oh, help, oh help, I can get nane,
Nae help o man can to me come!’
This was about his dying words,
When he was choaked up to the chin.

9 ‘Gae tell my father and my mother
It was naebody did me this ill;
I was a-going my ain errands,
Lost at the coble o bonnie Cargill.’

10 She bored the boat in seven pairts,
I wat she bored it wi gude will;
And there they got the bonnie lad’s corpse,
In the kirk-shot o bonnie Cargill.

11 Oh a’ the keys o bonnie Stobha
I wat they at his belt did hing;
But a’ the keys of bonnie Stobha
They now ly low into the stream.

12 A braver page into his age
Neer set a foot upon the plain;
His father to his mother said,
‘Oh, sae soon as we’ve wanted him!

13 ‘I wat they had mair luve than this
When they were young and at the scule;
But for his sake she wauked late,
And bored the coble o bonnie Cargill.’

14 ‘There’s neer a clean sark gae on my back,
Nor yet a kame gae in my hair;
There’s neither coal nor candle-licht
Shall shine in my bouir foe evir mair.

15 ‘At kirk nor market I’se neer be at,
Nor yet a blythe blink in my ee;
There’s neer a ane shall say to anither,
That’s the lassie gard the young man die.

16 ‘Between the yates o bonnie Stobha
And the kirk-style o bonnie Cargill,
There is mony a man and mother’s son
That was at my love’s burial.’

243. James Harris, (The Daemon Lover)

Version A

1 THERE dwelt a fair maid in the West,
Of worthy birth and fame,
Neer unto Plimouth, stately town,
Jane Reynolds was her name.

2 This damsel dearly was belovd
By many a proper youth,
And what of her is to be said
In known for very truth.

3 Among the rest a seaman brave
Unto her a wooing came;
A comely proper youth he was,
James Harris calld by name.

4 The maid and young man was agreed,
As time did them allow,
And to each other secretly
They made a solemn vow,

5 That they would ever faithfull be
Whilst Heaven afforded life;
He was to be her husband kind,
And she his faithfull wife.

6 A day appointed was also
When they was to be married;
But before these things were brought to pass
Matters were strangely carried.

7 All you that faithfull lovers be
Give ear and hearken well,
And what of them became at last
I will directly tell.

8 The young man he was prest to sea,
And forc d was to go;
His sweet-heart she must stay behind,
Whether she would or no.

9 And after he was from her gone
She three years for him staid,
Expecting of his comeing home,
And kept herself a maid.

10 At last news came that he was dead
Within a forraign land,
And how that he was buried
She well did understand,

11 For whose sweet sake the maiden she
Lamented many a day,
And never was she known at all
The wanton for to play.

12 A carpenter that livd hard by,
When he heard of the same,
Like as the other had done before,
To her a wooing came.

13 But when that he had gained her love
They married were with speed,
And four years space, being man and wife,
They loveingly agreed.

14 Three pritty children in this time
This loving couple had,
Which made their father’s heart rejoyce,
And mother wondrous glad.

15 But as occasion servd, one time
The good man took his way
Some three days journey from his home,
Intending not to stay.

16 But, whilst that he was gone away,
A spirit in the night
Came to the window of his wife,
And did her sorely fright.

17 Which spirit spake like to a man,
And unto her did say,
‘My dear and onely love,’ quoth he,
‘Prepare and come away.

18 ‘James Harris is my name,’ quoth he,
‘Whom thou didst love so dear,
And I have traveld for thy sake
At least this seven year.

19 ‘And now I am returnd again,
To take thee to my wife,
And thou with me shalt go to sea,
To end all further strife.’

20 ‘O tempt me not, sweet James,’ quoth she,
‘With thee away to go;
If I should leave my children small,
Alas! what would they do?

21 ‘My husband is a carpenter,
A carpenter of great fame;
I would not for five hundred pounds
That he should know the same.’

22 ‘I might have had a king’s daughter,
And she would have married me;
But I forsook her golden crown,
And for the love of thee.

23 ‘Therefore, if thou’lt thy husband forsake,
And thy children three also,
I will forgive the[e] what is past,
If thou wilt with me go.’

24 ‘If I forsake my husband and
My little children three,
What means hast thou to bring me to,
If I should go with thee?’

25 ‘I have seven ships upon the sea;
When they are come to land,
Both marriners and marchandize
Shall be at thy command.

26 ‘The ship wherein my love shall sail
Is glorious to behold;
The sails shall be of finest silk,
And the mast of shining gold.’

27 When he had told her these fair tales,
To love him she began,
Because he was in human shape,
Much like unto a man.

28 And so together away they went
From off the English shore,
And since that time the woman-kind
Was never seen no more.

29 But when her husband he come home
And found his wife was gone,
And left her three sweet pretty babes
Within the house alone,

30 He beat his breast, he tore his hair,
The tears fell from his eyes,
And in the open streets he run
With heavy doleful cries.

31 And in this sad distracted case
He hangd himself for woe
Upon a tree near to the place;
The truth of all is so.

32 The children now are fatherless,
And left without a guide,
But yet no doubt the heavenly powers
Will for them well provide.

Version B

1 ‘WELL met, well met, my own true love,
Long time I have been seeking thee;
I am lately come from the salt sea,
And all for the sake, love, of thee.

2 ‘I might have had a king’s daughter,
And fain she would have married me;
But I’ve forsaken all her crowns of gold,
And all for the sake, love, of thee.’

3 ‘If you might have had a king’s daughter,
I think you much to blame;
I would not for five hundred pounds
That my husband should hear the same.

4 ‘For my husband is a carpenter,
And a young ship-carpenter is he,
And by him I have a little son,
Or else, love, I’d go along with thee.

5 ‘But if I should leave my husband dear,
Likewise my little son also,
What have you to maintain me withal,
If I along with you should go?’

6 ‘I have seven ships upon the seas,
And one of them brought me to land,
And seventeen mariners to wait on thee,
For to be, love, at your command.

7 ‘A pair of slippers thou shalt have,
They shall be mad of beaten gold,
Nay and be lin’d with velvet soft,
For to keep thy feet from cold.

8 ‘A gilded boat thou then shall have,
The oars shall gilded be also,
And mariners to row the[e] along,
For to keep thee from thy overthrow.’

9 They had not been long upon the sea
Before that she began to weep:
‘What, weep you for my gold?’ he said,
‘Or do you weep for my fee?

10 ‘Or do you weep for some other young man
That you love much better than me?’
‘No, I do weep for my little son,
That should have come along with me.’

11 She had not been upon the seas
Passing days three or four
But the mariner and she were drowned,
And never were heard of more.

12 When tidings to old England came
The ship-carpenter’s wife was drownd,
He wrung his hands and tore his hair,
And grievously fell in a swoon.

13 ‘Oh cursed be those mariners!
For they do lead a wicked life;
They ruind me, a ship-carpenter,
Be deluding away my wife.’

Version C

1 ‘O ARE ye my father? Or are ye my mother?
Or are ye my brother John?
Or are ye James Herries, my first true-love,
Come back to Scotland again?’

2 ‘I am not your father, I am not your mother,
Nor am I your brother John;
But I’m James Herries, your first true-love,
Come back to Scotland again.’

3 ‘Awa, awa, ye former lovers,
Had far awa frae me!
For now I am another man’s wife
Ye’ll neer see joy o me.’

4 ‘Had I kent that ere I came here,
I neer had come to thee;
For I might hae married the king’s daughter,
Sae fain she woud had me.

5 ‘I despised the crown o gold,
The yellow silk also,
And I am come to my true-love,
But with me she’ll not go.’

6 ‘My husband he is a carpenter,
Makes his bread on dry land,
And I hae born him a young son;
Wi you I will not gang.’

7 ‘You must forsake your dear husband,
Your little young son also,
Wi me to sail the raging seas,
Where the stormy winds do blow.’

8 ‘O what hae you to keep me wi,
If I should with you go,
If I’d forsake my dear husband,
My little young son also?’

9 ‘See ye not yon seven pretty ships?
The eighth brought me to land,
With merchandize and mariners,
And wealth in every hand.’

10 She turnd her round upon the shore
Her love’s ships to behold;
Their topmasts and their mainyards
Were coverd oer wi gold.

11 Then she’s gane to her little young son,
And kissd him cheek and chin;
Sae has she to her sleeping husband,
And dune the same to him.

12 ‘O sleep ye, wake ye, my husband?
I wish ye wake in time!
I woudna for ten thousand pounds
This night ye knew my mind.’

13 She’s drawn the slippers on her feet,
Were coverd oer wi gold,
Well lined within wi velvet fine,
To had her frae the cold.

14 She hadna sailed upon the sea
A league but barely three
Till she minded on her dear husband,
Her little young son tee.

15 ‘O gin I were at land again,
At land where I woud be,
The woman neer shoud bear the son
Shoud gar me sail the sea.’

16 ‘O hold your tongue, my sprightly flower,
Let a’ your mourning be;
I’ll show you how the liles grow
On the banks o Italy.’

17 She hadna sailed on the sea
A day but barely ane
Till the thoughts o grief came in her mind,
And she langd for to be hame.

18 ‘O gentle death, come cut my breath,
I may be dead ere morn!
I may be buried in Scottish ground,
Where I was bred and born!’

19 ‘O hold your tongue, my lily leesome thing,
Let a’ your mourning be;
But for a while we’ll stay at Rose Isle,
Then see a far countrie.

20 Ye’se neer be buried in Scottish ground,
Nor land ye’s nae mair see;
I brought you away to punish you
For the breaking your vows to me.

21 ‘I said ye shoud see the lilies grow
On the banks o Italy;
But I’ll let you see the fishes swim,
In the bottom o the sea.’

22 He reached his hand to the topmast,
Made a’ the sails gae down,
And in the twinkling o an ee
Baith ship and crew did drown.

23 The fatal flight o this wretched maid
Did reach her ain countrie;
Her husband then distracted ran,
And this lament made he:

24 ‘O wae be to the ship, the ship,
And wae be to the sea,
And wae be to the mariners
Took Jeanie Douglas frae me!

25 ‘O bonny, bonny was my love,
A pleasure to behold;
The very hair o my love’s head
Was like the threads o gold.

26 ‘O bonny was her cheek, her cheek,
And bonny was her chin,
And bonny was the bride she was,
The day she was made mine!’

Version D

1 ‘O WHARE hae ye been, my dearest dear,
These seven lang years and more?’
‘O I am come to seek my former vows,
That ye promisd me before.’

2 ‘Awa wi your former vows,’ she says,
‘Or else ye will breed strife;
Awa wi your former vows,’ she says,
‘For I’m become a wife.

3 ‘I am married to a ship-carpenter,
A ship-carpenter he’s bound;
I wadna he kend my mind this nicht
For twice five hundred pound.’

4 She has put her foot on gude ship-board,
And on ship-board she’s gane,
And the veil that hung oure her face
Was a’ wi gowd begane.

5 She had na sailed a league, a league,
A league, but barely twa,
Till she did mind on the husband she left,
And her wee young son alsua.

6 ‘O haud your tongue, my dearest dear,
Let all your follies abee;
I’ll show whare the white lillies grow,
On the banks of Italie.’

7 She has na sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
Till grim, grim grew his countenance,
And gurly grew the sea.

8 ‘O haud your tongue, my dearest dear,
Let all your follies abee;
I’ll show whare the white lillies grow,
In the bottom of the sea.’

9 He’s tane her by the milk-white hand,
And he’s thrown her in the main;
And full five-and-twenty hundred ships
Perishd all on the coast of Spain.

Version E

1 ‘WHERE have you been, my long lost lover,
This seven long years and more?’
‘I’ve been seeking gold for thee, my love,
And riches of great store.

2 ‘Now I’m come for the vows you promised me,
You promised me long ago;’
‘My former vows you must forgive,
For I’m a wedded wife.’

3 ‘I might have been married to a king’s daughter,
Far, far ayont the sea;
But I refused the crown of gold,
And it’s all for the love of thee.’

4 ‘If you might have married a king’s daughter,
Yourself you have to blame;
For I’m married to a ship’s-carpenter,
And to him I have a son.

5 ‘Have you any place to put me in,
If I with you should gang?’
‘I’ve seven brave ships upon the sea,
All laden to the brim.

6 ‘I’ll build my love a bridge of steel,
All for to help her oer;
Likewise webs of silk down by her side,
To keep my love from the cold.’

7 She took her eldest son into her arms,
And sweetly did him kiss:
‘My blessing go with you, and your father too,
For little does he know of this.’

8 As they were walking up the street,
Most beautiful for to Behold,
He cast a glamour oer her face,
And it shone like the brightest gold.

9 As they were walking along the sea-side,
Where his gallant ship lay in,
So ready was the chair of gold
To welcome this lady in.

10 They had not sailed a league, a league,
A league but scarsely three,
Till altered grew his countenance,
And raging grew the sea.

11 When they came to yon sea-side,
She set her down to rest;
It’s then she spied his cloven foot,
Most bitterly she wept.

12 ‘O is it for gold that you do weep?
Or is it for fear?
Or is it for the man you left behind
When that you did come here?’

13 ‘It is not for gold that I do weep,
O no, nor yet for fear;
But it is for the man I left behind
When that I did come here.

14 ‘O what a bright, bright hill is yon,
That shines so clear to see?’
‘O it is the hill of heaven,’ he said
‘Where you shall never be.’

15 ‘O what a black, dark hill is yon,
That looks so dark to me?’
‘O it is the hill of hell,’ he said,
‘Where you and I shall be.

16 ‘Would you wish to see the fishes swim
In the bottom of the sea,
Or wish to see the leaves grow green
On the banks of Italy?’

17 ‘I hope I’ll never see the fishes swim
On the bottom of the sea,
But I hope to see the leaves grow green
On the banks of Italy.’

18 He took her up to the topmast high,
To see what she could see;
He sunk the ship in a flash of fire,
To the bottom of the sea.

Version F

1 ‘O WHERE have you been, my long, long love,
This long seven years and mair?’
‘O I’m come to seek my former vows
Ye granted me before.’

2 ‘O hold your tongue of your former vows,
For they will breed sad strife;
O hold your tongue of your former vows,
For I am become a wife.’

3 He turned him right and round about,
And the tear blinded his ee:
‘I wad never hae trodden on Irish ground,
If it had not been for thee.

4 ‘I might hae had a king’s daughter,
Far, far beyond the sea;
I might have had a king’s daughter,
Had it not been for love o thee.’

5 ‘If ye might have had a king’s daughter,
Yer sel ye had to blame;
Ye might have taken the king’s daughter,
For ye kend that I was nane.

6 ‘If I was to leave my husband dear,
And my two babes also,
O what have you to take me to,
If with you I should go?’

7 ‘I hae seven ships upon the sea-+--+-
The eighth brought me to land-+--+-
With four-and-twenty bold mariners,
And music on every hand.’

8 She has taken up her two little babes,
Kissd them baith cheek and chin:
‘O fair ye weel, my ain two babes,
For I’ll never see you again.’

9 She set her foot upon the ship,
No mariners could she behold;
But the sails were o the taffetie,
And the masts o the beaten gold.

10 She had not sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
When dismal grew his countenance,
And drumlie grew his ee.

11 They had not saild a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
Until she espied his cloven foot,
And she wept right bitterlie.

12 ‘O hold your tongue of your weeping,’ says he,
‘Of your weeping now let me be;
I will shew you how the lilies grow
On the banks of Italy.’

13 ‘O what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills,
That the sun shines sweetly on?’
‘O you are the hills of heaven,’ he said,
‘Where you will never win.’

14 ‘O whaten a mountain is yon,’ she said,
‘All so dreary wi frost and snow?’
‘O yon is the mountain of hell,’ he cried,
‘Where you and I will go.’

15 He strack the tap-mast wi his hand,
The fore-mast wi his knee,
And he brake that gallant ship in twain,
And sank her in the sea.

Version G

1 ‘I HAVE seven ships upon the sea,
Laden with the finest gold,
And mariners to wait us upon;
All these you may behold.

2 ‘And I have shoes for my love’s feet,
Beaten of the purest gold,
And lin d wi the velvet soft,
To keep my love’s feet from the cold.

3 ‘O how do you love the ship?’ he said,
‘Or how do you love the sea?
And how do you love the bold mariners
That wait upon thee and me?’

4 ‘O I do love the ship,’ she said,
‘And I do love the sea;
But woe be to the dim mariners,
That nowhere I can see!’

5 They had not sailed a mile awa,
Never a mile but one,
When she bagan to weep and mourn,
And to think on her little wee son.

6 ‘O hold your tongue, my dear,’ he said,
‘And let all your weeping abee,
For I’ll soon show to you how the lilies grow
On the banks of Italy.’

7 They had not sailed a mile awa,
Never a mile but two,
Until she espied his cloven foot,
From his gay robes sticking thro.

8 They had not sailed a mile awa,
Never a mile but three,
When dark, dark, grew his eerie looks,
And raging grew the sea.

9 They had not sailed a mile awa,
Never a mile but four,
When the little wee ship ran round about,
And never was seen more.

Version H

1 HERR’rrS given her a pair of shoes,
To hold her frae the cold;
The one side of them was velvaret,
And the other beaten gold.

2 Up she has taen her little wee son,
And given him kisses three;
Says, Fare ye weel, my little wee son,
I’m gaun to sail the sea.

244. James Hatley

Version A

1 IT happened once upon a time,
When the king he was from home,
Sir Fenwick he has stolen his jewels,
And laid the blame on James Hatley.

2 James Hatley was in prison strong,
A wait he was condemned to die;
There was not one in all the court
To speak one word for James Hatley.

3 No one but the king’s daughter,
A wait she loved him tenderlie;
She’s stolen the keys from her father’s head,
And gaed and conversed wi James Hatley.

4 ‘Come, tell to me noe, James,’ she said,
‘Come, tell to me if thou hast them stolen,
And I’ll make a vow, and I’ll keep it true,
Ye shall never be the worse of me.’

5 ‘I have not stolen them, lady,’ he said,
‘Nor as little it was intended by me;
Sir Fenwick he has stolen them himself;
A wait he has laid the blame on me.’

6 ‘One asking, one asking, father dear,
One asking, one asking grant to me,
For I never asked one in my life;
I am sure you cannot but grant it to me.’

7 ‘Weel ask it, weel ask it, daughter dear,
Ask it, and it granted shall be;
If it should be my hole estate,
Naesaid, naesaid, it shall not be.’

8 ‘I want none of your gold, father,
And I want none of your fee;
All that I ask, father dear,
It is the life of James Hatley.’

9 ‘Weel ask it, weel ask it, daughter dear,
Weel ask it, and it answer d shall be;
For I’ll make a vow, and I’ll keep it true,
James Hatley shall never hang d be.’

10 ‘Another asking, father dear,
Another asking grant to me;
Let Fenwick and Hatley go [to] the sword,
And let them try their verity.’

11 ’Tis weel asked, daughter dear,
’Tis weel asked, and it granted shall be;
For eer the morn or twelve o’clock
They both at the point of the sword shall be.’

12 James Hatley was fifteen years old,
Sir Fenwick he was thirty three;
But James lap about, and he struck about,
Till he’s gaen Sir Fenwick wounds three.

13 ‘Hold up, hold, James Hatley,’ he cry’d,
‘And let my breath go out an;
For I have stolen them myself,
More shame and disgrace it is to me.’

14 Up and spake an English lord,
And O but he spake haughtily!
‘I would reather given my whole estates
Before ye had not hanged James Hatley.’

15 But up and spake a Scottish lord,
And O but he spake boldly!
‘I would reather hae foughten among blood to the knees
Before ye had hanged James Hatley.’

16 Up and spake the king’s eldest son,
‘Come hame, James Hatley, and dine wi me;
For I’ve made a vow, I’ll keep it true,
Ye’s be my captain by land and by sea.’

17 Up and spake the king’s daughter,
‘Come home, James Hatley, and dine wi me;
For I’ve made a vow, I’ll keep it true,
I’ll never marry a man but thee.’

Version B

1 IT happened once upon a time,
When the king he was from home,
False Fennick he has stolen his jewels,
And laid the blame on James Hately.

2 The day was sett . .
And the wind blew shill oer the lea;
There was not one in all the court
To speak a word for James Hately.

3 James is to the prince’s chamber gone,
And he’s bowd low down on his knee:
‘What will ye do for me, my little pretty prince?
O what will ye do for your page, James Hately?’

4 . . . .
. . . .
‘And I will away to my father, the king,
And see if your life can sav d be.’

5 Hte prince he’s to his father gone,
And he’s bowed low down on his knee:
‘What will ye do for me, my father?
O what will ye do for my page, James Hatley?’

6 ‘James Hately has my jewels stolen,
A Norland lord hath told it to me;
James Hately has my jewels stolen,
And oer the barras he maun die.’

7 The prince he drew his little brown sword-+--+-
It was made of the metal so free-+--+-
And he swore he would fight them man by man
That would lay the blame on James Hately.

8 Up then spoke the false Fennick,
And an ill-spoken man was he;
‘James Hately has the king’s jewels stolen,
. . . . ’

9 The prince he drew his little brown sword-+--+-
It was made of the metal so free-+--+-
And he’s thrust it in false Fennick’s side,
And given him death-wounds two or three.

10 ‘O hold your hand, my little pretty prince,
And let my breath go out and in,
For spilling of my noble blood
And shaming of my noble kin.

11 ‘O hold your hand, my little pretty prince,
And let my breath go out and in,
And there’s the key of my coffer,
And you’ll find the king’s jewels lying therein.’

12 ‘If this be true,’ the king he said,
‘If this be true ye tell to me,
I will take your lands, false Fennick,’ he said,
‘And give them all to James Hatley.’

Version C

1 THERE was a fause knicht in the court,
And he was fu o treacherie,
And he staw the queen’s jewels in the nicht,
And left the wyte on Jamie O’Lee.

2 The king he wrate a braid letter,
And sealed it richt tenderlie,
And he sent it to his only son,
To come and speak to him speedilie.

3 When he cam afore the king,
He kneeled low down on his knee:
‘What is your will, my sovereign leige?
What is your will? cum tell to me.’

4 ‘Jamie O’Lee has my jewels stown,
As the English lord tells unto me,
And out o Scotland he shall be sent,
And sent awa to Germanie.’

5 ‘O no, O no,’ then said the prince,
‘Sic things as that can never be;
But get me a man that will take on hand
The morn to fecht young Jamie O’Lee.’

6 Syne out and spak the fause Phenix,
And oh, he spak richt spitefullie;
‘I am the man will tak on han
To fecht and conquer Jamie O’Lee.’

7 ‘Oh no, oh no,’ syne said the prince,
‘Sic things as that can never bee,
For Jamie O’Lee’s no fifteen years auld,
And ye, fause Phenix, are thretty three.’

8 The prince he mounted then wi speed,
He’s aff wi tidings to Jamie O’Lee,
Saying, The morn’s morning ye maun fecht,
Or out o England banisht bee.

9 When Jamie O’Lee the tidings heard,
Fast the saut tear blindit his ee;
‘I’m saikless o thae jewels,’ he said,
‘As the bairn that sits on the nourice knee.’

10 Then Phenix munted a scaffold hie,
A’ for to shaw his veritie;
Whilk gart the nobles a’ to cry
‘A dead man are ye, Jamie O’Lee!’

11 The first straik the fause Phenix gied,
He gart the blude rin speedilie;
It gart the prince’s heart to ache,
And cry, Oh, alace for my Jamie O’Lee!

12 Jamie O’Lee he stepped back,
Waiting for opportunitie,
And wi his sword baith lang and sharp
He ran it thro Phenix fause bodie.

13 ‘O haud your hand, Jamie O’Lee,’ he said,
‘And let the breath remain in me,
And skail nae mair o my noble blude,
’Tis a great disgrace to my loyaltie.’

14 ‘Confess, confess, ye fause Phenix,
Confess your faults this day to me;
Were there nae mair men in a’ England,
My ain twa hands your death suld be.’

15 ‘Ye were sae great wi king and queen,
I thocht I wuld hae banisht thee,
And I staw the queen’s jewels in the nicht,
And left the wyte on Jamie O’Lee.’

16 Syne out and spak the king himsell,
Saying, Jamie O’Lee, come hame wi me,
And there’s no a knicht in a’ my court
But what at your command sall be.

17 Syne out and spak the queen hersell,
Saying, Jamie O’Lee, come hame wi me,
And there’s no a month in a’ the year
But changed a brothered ye sall be.

18 Syne out and spak the prince himsell,
Saying, Jamie O’Lee, come hame wi me,
I hae free lands in a’ Scotland,
And at your command they a’ sall be.

19 ‘I thank ye, king, and I thank ye, queen,
I thank ye a’ nobilitie,
But a prince’s page I was a’ my life,
And a prince’s page I yet will be.’

20 The king gied him a silk waistcoat,
And it was lined wi the taffetie,
Wi a band o gowd around his neck,
And a prince’s page he seems to be.

245. Young Allan

Version A

1 ARR’rr THE skippers of bonny Lothain,
As they sat at the wine,
There fell a reesin them amang,
An it was in unhappy time.

2 Some o them reesd their hawks,
An some o them their hounds,
An some o them their ladies gay,
Trod neatly on the ground;
Young Allan he reesd his comely cog,
That lay upon the strand.

3 ‘I hae as good a ship this day
As ever sailed our seas,
Except it be the Burges Black,
But an the Small Cordvine,
The Comely Cog of Dornisdale;
We’s lay that three bye in time.’

4 Out spak there a little boy,
Just at Young Allan’s knee:
‘Ye lie, ye lie, Young Allan,
Sae loud’s I hear ye lie.

5 For my master has a little boat
Will sail thrice as well as thine;
For she’ll gang in at your foremast,
An gae out your fore-lee,
An nine times in a winter night
She’ll tak the wind frae thee.’

6 ‘O wht will ye wad, ye Young Allan?
Or what will ye wad wi me?’
‘I’ll wad my head against your land
Till I get more monnie.’

7 They had na saild a league,
A league but barely three,
But through an thro the bonny ship
They saw the green wall sea.

8 They had na saild a league,
A league but barely five,
But through an thro their bonny ship
They saw the green well wave.

9 He gaed up to the topmast,
To see what he coud see,
And there he saw the Burgess Black,
But an the Small Cordvine,
The Comely Cog of Dornisdale;
The three was rent in nine.

10 Young Allan grat and wrang his hands,
An he kent na what to dee:
‘The win is loud, and the waves are proud,
An we’ll a’ sink in the sea.

11 ‘But gin I coud get a bonny boy
Wad tak my helm in han,
That would steer my bonny ship,
An bring her safe to land,

12 ‘He shoud get the twa part o my goud,
The third o my land,
An gin we win safe to shore
He shoud get my dochter Ann.’

13 ‘O here am I, a bonny boy
That will tak your helm in han,
An will steer your bonny ship,
An bring her safe to lan.

14 ‘Ye tak four-an-twenty feather-beds
An lay the bonny ship round,
An as much of the good canvas
As mak her hale an soun.’

15 They took four-and-twenty feather-beds
An laid the bonny ship roun,
An as much o the good canvas
As made her hale an soun.

16 ‘Spring up, spring up, my bonny ship,
An goud shall be your hire!’
Whan the bonny ship heard o that,
That goud shoud be her hire,
She sprang as fast frae the sat water
As sparks do frae the fire.

17 ‘Spring up, spring up, my bonny ship,
And goud sall be your fee!’
Whan the bonny ship heard o that,
That goud shoud be her fee,
She sprang as fast frae the sat water
As the leaf does frae the tree.

18 The sailors stan on the shore-side,
Wi their auld baucheld sheen:
‘Thanks to God an our guid master
That ever we came safe to land!’

19 ‘Whar is the bonny boy
That took my helm in han,
That steerd my bonny ship,
An brought her safe to lan?

20 ‘He’s get the twa part o my goud,
The third part o my lan,
An, since we’re come safe to shore,
He’s get my dochter Ann.’

21 ‘O here am I, the bonny boy
That took your helm in han,
That steered your bonny ship,
An brought her safe to lan.

22 ‘I winna hae the twa part o your goud,
Nor the third part o your lan,
But, since we hae win safe to shore,
I’ll wed your dochter Ann.’

23 Forty ships went to the sea,
Forty ships and five,
An there never came ane o a’ back,
But Young Allan, alive.

Version B

1 THERE were four-and-twenty sailors bold
Sat drinking at the wine;
There fell a rousing them among,
In an unseally time.

2 Some there reasd their hawk, their hawk,
And some there reasd their hound,
But Young Allan reasd his comely cog,
As she floats on the feam.

3 ‘There’s not a ship amang you a’
Will sail alang wi me,
But the comely cog o Heckland Hawk,
And Flower o Germanie,
And the Black Snake o Leve London;
They are all gane frae me.’

4 The wager was a gude wager,
Of fifty tuns of wine,
And as much o the gude black silk
As cleathd their lemans fine.

5 At midnight dark the wind up stark,
The seas began to rout;
Young Allan and his bonny new ship
Gaed three times witherlins about.

6 ‘O faer will I get a bonny boy
Will take my helm in hand
Ere I gang up to the tapmast-head
To look for some dry land?’

7 ‘O waken, waken your drunken men,
As they lie drunk wi wine;
For when ye came thro Edinburgh town
Ye bought them shoes o ben.

8 ‘There was no shoes made for my feet,
Nor gluve made for my hand;
But nevertheless, my dear master,
I’ll take your helm in hand
Till ye gae to the topmast head
And look for some dry land.’

9 ‘I cannot see no day, no day,
Nor no meathe can I ken;
But many a bonny feather-bed
Lies floating on the faem.’

10 ‘Come down, come down, my dear master,
You see not what I see;
Through and through your bonny new ship
Comes in the green haw sea.’

11 ‘Take fifty ells o the canvas broad
And wrap it in a’ roun,
And as much good pich an tar
Make her go hale an soun.

12 ‘Sail on, sail on, my bonny ship,
And haste ye to dry lan,
And every nail that is in you
Shall be a gay gold pin.

13 ‘Sail on, sail on, my bonny ship,
And hae me to some lan,
And a firlot full o guineas red
Will be dealt at the lan’s end.’

14 The ship she hearkend to their voice
And listend to the leed,
And she gaed thro the green haw sea
Like fire out o a gleed.

15 When the ship got word o that,
Goud was to be her beat,
She’s flowen thro the stormy seas
Like sparks out o a weet.

16 The first an shore that they came till,
It was the shore o Troup;
Wi cannons an great shooting there,
They held Young Allan out.

17 The next an shore that they came till,
It was the shore o Lee;
Wi piping an sweet singing there,
They towed Young Allan tee.

18 The next an shore that they came till,
It was the shore o Lin;
Wi drums beating and pipers playing,
They towed Young Allan in,
And Allan’s lady she was there,
To welcome Allan hame.

19 ‘O faer is my little boy,’ he said,
‘That I brought oer the sea?’
‘I’m coming, master, running, master,
At your command shall be.’

20 ‘O take to you my comely cog,
And wed my daughter free,
And a’ for this ae night’s wark
That ye did wake wi me.’

Version C

1 ALL the skippers o Scarsburgh
Sat drinking at the wine;
There fell a rousing them amang,
On an unseally time.

2 Some there rousd their hawk, their hawk,
And some there rousd their hound,
But Young Allan rousd his comely cog,
As she stood on dry ground.

3 ‘There’s nae a ship in Scarsburgh
Will sail the seas wi mine,
Except it be the Brugess Black,
Or than the smack calld Twine.

4 ‘There’s nae a ship amang you a’
Will sail alang wi me,
But the comely cog o Hecklandhawk,
And Flower o Yermanie,
And the Black Snake o Leve London;
They are a’ gane frae me.’

5 Out it speaks a little wee boy
Stood by Young Allan’s knee;
‘My master has a coal-carrier
Will take the wind frae thee.

6 ‘She will gae out under the leaf,
Come in under the lee,
And nine times in a winter night
She’ll turn the wind wi thee.’

7 When they had wagerd them amang
Full fifty tuns o wine,
Besides as mickle gude black silk
As clathe their lemans fine,

8 When all the rest went to the tows,
All the whole night to stay,
Young Allan he went to his bower,
There with his God to pray.

9 ‘There shall nae man gang to my ship
Till I say mass amd dine,
And take my leave o my lady;
Gae to my bonny ship syne.’

10 Then they saild east on Saturday,
On Sunday sail d west,
Likewise they sailed on Mononday
Till twelve, when they did rest.

11 At midnight dark the wind up stark,
And seas began to rout,
Till Allan and his bonny new ship
Gaed three times witherlands about.

12 ‘O,’ sighing says the Young Allan,
‘I fear a deadly storm;
For mony a heaving sinking sea
Strikes sair on my ship’s stern.

13 ‘Where will I get a little wee boy
Will take my helm in hand
Till I gang up to my tapmast
And see for some dry land?’

14 ‘O waken, waken your drunken men,
As they lye drunk wi wine;
For when ye came thro Edinbro town
Ye bought them sheen o ben.

15 ‘There was nae shoe made for my foot,
Nor gluve made for my hand;
But nevertheless, my dear master,
I’ll take your helm in hand
Till ye gang to the tall tapmast
And look for some dry land.

16 ‘And here am I, a little wee boy
Will take your helm in han
Till ye gang up to your tapmast,
But, master, stay not lang.’

17 ‘I cannot see nae day, nae day,
Nor nae meathe can I ken;
But mony a bonny feather-bed
Lyes floating on the faem,
And the comely cog o Normanshore,
She never will gang hame.’

18 The comely cog o Nicklingame
Came sailing by his hand;
Says, Gae down, gae down, ye gude skipper,
Your ship sails on the sand.

19 ‘Come down, come down, my gude master,
Ye see not what I see;
For thro and thro our comely cog
I see the green haw sea.’

20 ‘Take fifty ells o gude canvas
And wrap the ship a’ round;
And pick her weell, and spare her not,
And make her hale and sound.

21 ‘If ye will sail, my bonny ship,
Till we come to dry land,
For ilka iron nail in you,
Of gowd there shall be ten.’

22 The ship she listend all the while,
And, hearing of her hire,
She flew as swift threw the saut sea
As sparks do frae the fire.

23 The first an shore that they came till,
They ca’d it Howdoloot;
Wi drums beating and cannons shouting,
They held our gude ship out.

24 The next an shore that they came till,
They ca’d it Howdilee;
Wi drums beating and fifes playing,
They bare her to the sea.

25 The third an shore that they came till,
They ca’d it Howdilin;
Wi drums beating and pipes playing,
They towd our gude ship in.

26 The sailors walkd upon the shore,
Wi their auld baucheld sheen,
And thanked God and their Lady,
That brought them safe again.

27 ‘For we went out o Scarsburgh
Wi fifty ships and three;
But nane o them came back again
But Young Allan, ye see.’

28 ‘Come down, come down, my little wee boy,
Till I pay you your fee;
I hae but only ae daughter,
And wedded to her ye’se be.’

Version D

1 THERE was three lords sat drinkin wine
In bonnie Aberdeen, [O]
. . . . .
. . . .

2 Some o them talked o their merchandise,
An some o their ladies fine, [O]
But Young Allan he talked o his bonnie ship,
That cost him mony a poun.

3 ‘Whar will I get a bonnie wee boy
That’ll tak my helm in han, O
Till I gang up to my high topmast
An look oot for some dry lan?

4 ‘He’ll get half o my gowd, an half o my gear,
An the third pairt o my lan,
An gin he row me safe on shore
He shall hae my daughter Ann.’

5 ‘O here am I, a bonny wee boy
That’ll tak your helm in han
Till ye gang up to your high topmast
An look oot for some dry lan.

6 I’ll nae seek your gowd, nor I’ll nae seek your gear,
Nor the third pairt o your lan,
But gin I row you safe to shore
I shall hae your daughter Ann.

7 ‘Come doon, come doon, Young Allan,’ he cries,
‘Ye see nae what I see;
For through an through your bonnie ship-side
An I see the open sea.

8 ‘Ye’ll tak twenty-four o your feather-beds,
Ye’ll busk your bonnie ship roon,
An as much o the guid canvas-claith
As gar gang hale an soun.

9 ‘An whar ye want an iron bolt
Ye’ll ca a siller pin,
An whar ye want an oaken bolt
Ye’ll beat the yellow gold in.’

10 He’s taen twenty-four o his feather-beds
An buskit’s bonnie ship roon,
An as much o the guid canvas-claith
As gar her gang hale an soun.

11 An whar he’s wantit an iron bolt
He’s ca’d a siller pin,
An whar he’s wantit an oaken bolt
He’s beat the yellow gold in.

12 The firstan shore that they cam till,
It was the shore o Linn;
They held their spears an beenits oot,
An they wouldna lat Allan in.

13 The neistan shore that they cam till
It was the shore o . . ’.;
. . . .
An they turned their ship aboot.

14 But the neistan shore that they came till,
’Twas bonnie Aberdeen;
The fifes an drums they a’ did play,
To welcome Allan in.

15 ‘O where is he, the bonnie wee boy
That took my helm in han
Till I gied up to my high topmast
An lookd oot for some dry lan?

16 ‘He’s get half o my gowd, an half o my gear,
An the third pairt o my lan,
An since he’s rowt me safe to shore
He sall hae my daughter Ann.’

17 ‘O here am I, the bonnie wee boy
That took your helm in han
Till ye gied up to your high topmast
An lookd oot for some dry lan.

18 ‘I’ll nae seek half o your good, nor half o your gear,
Nor the third pairt o your lan,
But since I’ve rowt you safe to shore
I sall hae your daughter Ann.’

Version E

1 THE king he sits in Dumfermline,
Birlin at the wine,
And callin for the best skipper
That ever sailed the faem.

2 Then out it spak a bonny boy,
Sat at the king’s right knee;
‘Earl Patrick is the best skipper
That ever sailed the sea.’

3 The king he wrote a braed letter,
And sealed it wi his ring,
And sent it to Earl Patrick,
. . .

4 ‘Oh wha is this, or wha is that,
Has tald the king o me?
For I was niver a gude mariner,
And niver sailed the sea.

5 ‘Ye’ll eat and drink, my merry young men,
The red wine you amang,
For blaw it wind, or blaw it sleet,
Our ship maun sail the morn.

6 ‘Late yestreen I saw the new meen
Wi the auld meen in hir arm,’
And sichand said him Earl Patrick,
‘I fear a deadly storm.’

7 They sailed up, sae did they down,
Thro mony a stormy stream,
Till they saw the Dam o Micklengaem,
When she sank amang the faem.

8 They sailed up, sae did they down,
Thro many a stormy stream,
Till they saw the Duke o Normandy,
And she sank among the faem.

9 They sailed up, sae did they down,
Thro many a stormy stream,
Till they saw the Black Shater o Leve London
And her topmast gaed in nine.

10 ‘Where will I get a bonny boy
That will tack my helm in hand
Till I gang up to my topmast,
And spy for some dry land?’

11 ‘Now here am I, a bonny boy
Will tack yer helm in hand
Till ye go up to your topmast
But I fear ye’ll never see land.’

12 ‘Cum down, cum down, my gude master,
Ye see not what I see,
For through and through yer bonny ship
I see the raging sea.’

13 ‘Ye’ll tak four-and-twenty fether-beds,
And lay my bonny ship roun,
And as muckle o the fine canvas
As make her haill and soun.

14 ‘And where she wants an iron nail
O silver she’s hae three,
And where she wants a timmer-pin
We’ll rap the red goud in.’

15 The firsten shore that they cam till,
They cad it shore the Linn;
Wi heart and hand and good command,
They towed their bonny ship in.

16 The nexten shore that they came till,
They caad it shore the Lee;
With heart and hand and good command,
They towed the bonny ship tee.

17 There was twenty ships gaed to the sea,
Twenty ships and ane,
And there was na ane came back again
But Earl Patrick alane.

246. Redesdale and Wise William

Version A

1 WHEN Reedisdale and Wise William
Were drinking at the wine,
There fell a roosing them amang,
On an unruly time.

2 For some o them hae roosd their hawks,
And other some their hounds,
And other some their ladies fair,
And their bowers whare they walkd in.

3 When out it spake him Reedisdale,
And a rash word spake he;
Says, There is not a lady fair,
In bower wherever she be,
But I could aye her favour win
Wi ae blink o my ee.

4 Then out it spake him Wise William,
And a rash word spake 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 ee.

5 ‘What will ye wager, Wise William?
My lands I’ll wad with thee;’
‘I’ll wad my head against your land,
Till I get more monie.’

6 Then Reedisdale took Wise William,
Laid him in prison strang,
That he might neither gang nor ride,
Nor ae word to her send.

7 But he has written a braid letter,
Between the night and day,
And sent it to his own sister
By dun feather and gray.

8 When she had read Wise William’s letter,
She smil d and she leugh;
Said, Very well, my dear brother,
Of this I have eneuch.

9 She looked out at her west window
To see what she could see,
And there she spied him Reedisdale
Come riding ower the lea.

10 Says, Come to me, my maidens all,
Come hitherward to me;
For here it comes him Reedisdale,
Who comes a-courting me.

11 ‘Come down, come down, my lady fair,
A sight of you give me;’
‘Go from my yetts now, Reedisdale,
For me you will not see.’

12 ‘Come down, come down, my lady fair,
A sight of you give me;
And bonny are the gowns of silk
That I will give to thee.’

13 ‘If you have bonny gowns of silk,
O mine is bonny tee;
Go from my yetts now, Reedisdale,
For me you shall not see.’

14 ‘Come down, come dow, my lady fair,
A sight of you I’ll see;
And bonny jewels, brooches and rings
I will give unto thee.’

15 ‘If you have bonny brooches and rings,
O mine are bonny tee;
Go from my yetts now, Reedisdale,
For me you shall not see.’

16 ‘Come down, come down, my lady fair,
One sight of you I’ll see;
And bonny are the ha’s and bowers
That I will give to thee.’

17 ‘If you have bonny ha’s and bowers,
O mine are bonny tee;
Go from my yetts now, Reedisdale,
For me you shall not see.’

18 ‘Come down, come down, my lady fair,
A sight of you I’ll see;
And bonny are my lands so broad
That I will give to thee.’

19 ‘If you have bonny lands so broad,
O mine are bonny tee;
Go from my yetts now, Reedisdale,
For me ye will not see.’

20 ‘Come down, come down, my lady fair,
A sight of you I’ll see;
And bonny are the bags of gold
That I will give to thee.’

21 ‘If you have bonny bags of gold,
I have bags of the same;
Go from my yetts now, Reedisdale,
For down I will not come.’

22 ‘Come down, come down, my lady fair,
One sight of you I’ll see;
Or else I’ll set your house on fire,
If better cannot be.’

23 Then he has set the house on fire,
And all the rest it tuke;
He turned his wight horse head about,
Said, Alas, they’ll ne’er get out!

24 ‘Look out, look out, my maidens fair,
And see what I do see,
How Reedisdale has fired our house,
And now rides oer the lea.

25 ‘Come hitherwards, my maidens fair,
Come hither unto me;
For thro this reek, and thro this smeek,
O thro it we must be!’

26 They took wet mantles them about,
Their coffers by the band,
And thro the reek, and thro the flame,
Alive they all have wan.

27 When they had got out thro the fire,
And able all to stand,
She sent a maid to Wise William,
To bruik Reedisdale’s land.

28 ‘Your lands is mine now, Reedisdale,
For I have won them free;’
‘If there is a gude woman in the world,
Your one sister is she.’

Version B

1 ROUDESDALES an Clerk William
Sat birlin at the wine,
An a’ the talk was them atween
Was aboot the ladies fine, fine,
Was aboot the ladies fine.

2 Says Roudesdales to Clerk William,
I’ll wad my lands wi thee,
I’ll wad my lands against thy head,
An that is what I’ll dee,

3 ‘That there’s no a leddy in a’ the land,
That’s fair, baith ee an bree,
That I winna wed withoot courtin,
Wi ae blink o my ee.’

4 Says William, I’ve an ae sister,
She’s fair, baith ee an bree;
An you’ll no wed her withoot courtin,
Wi ae blink o your ee.’

5 He has wrote a broad letter,
Between the nicht an the day,
An sent it to his ae sister
Wi the white feather an the gray.

6 The firsten line she luekit on,
A licht lauchter gae she;
But eer she read it to the end
The tear blindit her ee.

7 ‘Oh wae betide my ae brither,
Wald wad his head for me,
. . .
. . . ’

8 Roudesdales to her bour has gane,
An rade it round aboot,
An there he saw that fair ladie,
At a window lookin oot.

9 ‘Come doon, come doon, you fair ladie,
Ae sicht o you to sed;
For the rings are o the goud sae ried
That I will gie to thee.’

10 ‘If yours are o the goud sae ried,
Mine’s o the silver clear;
So get you gone, you Roudesdales,
For you sall no be here.’

11 ‘Come doon, come doon, you lady fair,
Ae sicht o you to see;
For the gouns are o the silk sae fine
That I will gie to thee.’

12 ‘If yours are o the silk sae fine,
Mone’s o the bonnie broun;
Sa get you gone, you Roudesdales,
For I will no come doon.’

13 ‘Come doon, come doon, you ladie fair,
Ae sicht o you to see;
For the steeds are o the milk sae white
That I will gie to thee.’

14 ‘If yours are o the milk sae white,
Mine’s o the bonnie broun;
Sae get you gone, you Roudesdales,
For I will no come doon.’

15 ‘Come doon, come doon, you ladie fair,
Ae sicht o you to see;
Or I will set your bour on fire
Atween your nurse an thee.’

16 ‘You may set my bowr on fire,
As I doubt na you will dee,
But there’ll come a sharp shour frae the wast
Will slocken ’t speedilie.’

17 He has set her bour on fire,
An quickly it did flame;
But there cam a sharp shour frae the wast
That put it oot again.

18 Oot amang the fire an smoke
That bonnie lady cam,
Wi as muckle goud aboon her bree
As wald bocht an earldom.

19 ‘Oh wae betide you, ill woman,
An ill, ill died may you dee!
For ye hae won your brither’s head,
An I go landless free.’

Version C

1 REDESDALE and Clerk William
Sat drinking at the wine;
They hae fawn a wagering them atween
At a wanhappy time.

2 ‘What will ye wad,’ says Redesdale,
‘O what will ye wad wi me
That there’s na a lady in a’ the land
But I wad win wi ae blink o my ee?’

247. Lady Elspat

1 ‘HOW brent’s your brow, my Lady Elspat!
How golden yallow is your hair!
Of all the maids of fair Scotland,
There’s nane like Lady Elspat fair.’

2 ‘Perform your vows, Sweet William,’ she says,
‘The vows which ye ha made to me,
An at the back o my mother’s castle
This night I’ll surely meet wi thee.’

3 But wae be to her brother’s page,
Who heard the words this twa did say!
He’s told them to her lady mother,
Who wrought Sweet William mieckle wae.

4 For she has taen him Sweet William,
An she’s gard bind him wi his bow-string
Till the red bluide o his fair body
Frae ilka nail o his hand did spring.

5 O it fell once upon a time
That the Lord Justice came to town;
Out has she taen him Sweet William,
Brought him before Lord Justice boun.

6 ‘An what is the crime, now, madame,’ he says,
‘Has been committed by this young man?’
‘O he has broken my bonny castel,
That was well biggit with lime and stane.

7 ‘An he has broken my bonny coffers,
That was well banded wi aiken ban,
An he has stoln my rich jewels;
I wot he has them every one.’

8 Then out it spake her Lady Elspat,
As she sat by Lord Justice knee;
‘Now ye hae taul your tale, mother,
I pray, Lord Justice, you’l now hear me.

9 ‘He has na broken her bonny castel,
That was well biggit wi lime and stane,
Nor has he stoln her rich jewels,
For I wot she has them every one.

10 ‘But tho he was my first true love,
An tho I had sworn to be his bride,
Cause he had not a great estate,
She would this way our loves divide.’

11 An out it spake the Lord Justice,
I wot the tear was in his ee;
‘I see nae fault in this young man,
Sae loose his bans, an set him free.

12 ‘Take back your love, Lady Elspat,
An my best blessing you baith upon!
For gin he be your first true love,
He is my eldest sister’s son.

13 ‘There is a steed in my stable
Cost me baith gold and white money;
Ye’s get as mieckle o my free lan
As he’ll ride about in a summer’s day.’

248. The Grey Cock, or, Saw You My Father

1 ‘O SAW ye my father? or saw ye my mother?
Or saw ye my true-love John?’
‘I saw not your father, I saw not your mother,
But I saw your true-love John.

2 ‘It’s now ten at night, and the stars gie nae light,
And the bells they ring ding, dang;
He’s met wi some delay that causeth him to stay,
But he will be here ere lang.’

3 The surly auld earl did naething but snarl,
And Johny’s face it grew red;
Yet, tho he often sighd, he neer a word replied
Till all were asleep in bed.

4 Up Johny rose, and to the door he goes,
And gently tirl d the pin;
The lassie taking tent unto the door she went,
And she opend and let him in.

5 ‘And are ye come at last? and do I hold ye fast?
And is my Johny true?’
‘I hae nae time to tell, but sae lang’s I like mysell
Sae lang will I love you.’

6 ‘Flee, flee up, my bonny grey cock,
And craw when it is day;
Your neck shall be like the bonny beaten gold,
And your wings of the silver grey.’

7 The cock prov’d false, and untrue he was,
For he crew an hour oer soon;
The lassie thought it was day when she sent her love away,
And it was but a blink of the moon.

249. Auld Matrons

1 MY love she is a gentlewoman,
Has her living by the seam;
I kenna how she is provided
This night for me and my foot-groom.

2 He is gane to Annie’s bower-door,
And gently tirled at the pin:
‘Ye sleep, ye wake, my love Annie,
Ye’ll rise and lat your true-love in.’

3 Wi her white fingers lang and sma
She gently lifted up the pin;
Wi her arms lang and bent
She kindly caught sweet Willie in.

4 ‘O will ye go to cards or dice?
Or will ye go to play?
Or will ye go to a well made bed,
And sleep a while till day?’

5 ‘I winna gang to cards nor dice,
Nor yet will I to play;
But I will gang to a well made bed,
And sleep a while till day.

6 ‘My love Annie, my dear Annie,
I would be at your desire;
But wae mat fa the auld Matrons,
As she sits by the kitchen fire!’

7 ‘Keep up your heart, Willie,’ she said,
‘Keep up your heart, dinna fear;
It’s seven years, and some guid mair,
Sin her foot did file the flear.’

8 They hadna kissd nor love clapped,
As lovers when they meet,
Till up it raise the auld Matrons,
Sae well’s she spread her feet.

9 O wae mat fa the auld Matrons,
Sae clever’s she took the gate!
And she’s gaen ower yon lang, lang hill,
Knockd at the sheriff’s yate.

10 ‘Ye sleep, ye wake, my lord?’ she said;
‘Are ye not your bower within?
There’s knight in bed wi your daughter,
I fear she’s gotten wrang.’

11 ‘Ye’ll do ye down thro Kelso town,
Waken my wall-wight men;
And gin ye hae your wark well dune
I’ll be there at command.’

12 She’s done her down thro Kelso town,
Wakend his wall-wight men;
But gin she had her wark well done
He was there at command.

13 He had his horse wi corn fodderd,
His men armd in mail;
He gae the Matrons half a merk
To show them ower the hill.

14 Willie sleepd, but Annie waked
Till she heard their bridles ring;
Then tapped on her love’s shoulder,
And said, Ye’ve sleepit lang.

15 ‘O save me, save me, my blessd lady,
Till I’ve on my shooting-gear;
I dinna fear the king himsell,
Tho he an’s men were here.’

16 Then they shot in, and Willie out,
The arrows graz’d his brow;
The maid she wept and tore her hair,
Says, This can never do.

17 Then they shot in, and he shot out,
The bow brunt Willie’s hand;
But aye he kissd her ruby lips,
Said, My dear, thinkna lang.

18 He set his horn to his mouth,
And has blawn loud and shrill,
And he’s calld on his brother John,
In Ringlewood he lay still.

19 The first an shot that Lord John shot,
He wound fifty and fifteen;
The next an shot that Lord John shot,
He ca’d out the sheriff’s een.

20 ‘O some o you lend me an arm,
Some o you lend me twa;
And they that came for strife this day,
Take horse, ride fast awa.

21 ‘But wae mat fa yon, auld Matrons,
An ill death mat ye die!
I’ll burn you on yon high hill-head,
Blaw your ashes in the sea.’

250. Henry Martyn

Version A

1 IN merry Scotland, in merry Scotland
There lived brothers three;
They all did cast lots which of them should go
A robbing upon the salt sea,

2 The lot it fell on Henry Martyn,
The youngest of the three;
That he should go rob on the salt, salt sea,
To maintain his brothers and he.

3 He had not a sailed a long winter’s night,
Nor yet a short winter’s day,
Before that he met with a lofty old ship,
Come sailing along that way.

4 O when she came by Henry Martyn,
‘I prithee now, let us go!’
‘O no! God wot, that, that will I not,
O that will I never do.

5 ‘Stand off! stand off!’ said Henry Martyn,
‘For you shall not pass by me;
For I am a robber all on the salt seas,
To maintain us brothers three.

6 ‘How far, how far,’ cries Henry Martyn,
‘How far do you make it?’ said he;
‘For I am a robber all on the salt seas,
To maintain us brothers three.’

7 For three long hours they merrily fought,
For hours they fought full three;
At last a deep wound got Henry Martyn,
And down by the mast fell he.

8 ’Twas broadside to a broadside then,
And a rain and hail of blows,
But the salt sea ran in, ran in, ran in,
To the bottom them she goes.

9 Bad news, bad news for old England,
Bad news has come to the town,
For a rich merchant’s vessel is cast away,
And all her brave seamen drown.

10 Bad news, bad news through London street,
Bad news has come to the king,
For all the brave lives of the mariners lost,
That are sunk in the watery main.

Version B

1 THERE was three brothers in merry Scotland,
In merry Scotland there were three,
And each of these brothers they did cast lots,
To see which should rob the salt sea.

2 Then this lot did fall on young Henry Martyn,
The youngest of these brothers three,
So now he’s turnd robber all on the salt seas,
To maintain his two brothers and he.

3 He had not saild one long winter’s night,
One cold winter’s night before day,
Before he espied a rich merchant-ship,
Come bearing straight down that way.

4 ‘Who are you? Who are you?’ said Henry Martyn,
‘Or how durst thou come so nigh?’
‘I’m a rich merchant-ship for old England bound,
If you please, will you let me pass by.’

5 ‘O no! O no!’ cried Henry Martyn,
‘O no! that never can be,
Since I have turnd robber all on the salt seas,
To maintain my two brothers and me.

6 ‘Now lower your topsails, you alderman bold,
Come lower them under my lee;’
Saying, ‘I am resolved to pirate you here,
To maintain my two brothers and me.’

7 Then broadside to broadside to battle they went
For two or three hours or more;
At last Henry Martyn gave her a death-wound,
And down to the bottom went she.

8 Bad news, bad news to England has come,
Bad news I will tell to you all,
’Twas a rich merchant-ship to England was bound,
And most of her merry men drownd.

Version C

1 THERE were three brothers in bonnie Scotland,
In bonnie Scotland lived they,
And they cuist kevels themsells amang,
Wha sould gae rob upon the salt sea.

2 The lot it fell upon bold Robin Hood,
The youngest brither of the hale three:
‘O, I sall gae rob upon the salt sea,
And it’s all to maintain my two brothers and me.’

3 They hadna sailed a lang winter night,
A lang winter night scarselie,
Till they were aware of a tall, tall ship,
Coming sailin down under the lee.

4 ‘O where are you bound for, my bonnie ship?’
Bold Robin Hood he did cry;
‘O I’m a bold merchantman, for London bound,
And I pray you, good sir, let us by.’

5 ‘O no! O no!’ said bold Robin Hood,
‘O no such thing may be;
For I will gae in and plunder your ship,
And your fair bodies I’ll drown in the sea.’

6 O he has gone in and plundered their ship,
And holes in her bottom bored three;
The water came in so thick and so fast
That down, down to the bottom gade she.

7 Bad news, bad news to old England is gone,
Bad news to our king, old Henrie,
That his merchant-goods were taken on board,
And thirty-five seamen drownd in the sea.

Version D

1 THREE loving brothers in Scotland dwelt,
Three loving brothers were they,
And they cast lots to see which of the three
Should go robbing all oer the salt sea, salt sea,
Should go robbing all oer the salt sea.

2 The lot it fell to Andrew Bodee,
The youngest of the three,
That he should leave the other two,
And go robbing all oer the salt sea.

Version E

1 Three bold brothers of merrie Scotland,
And three bold brothers were they,
And they cast lots the one with the other,
To see who should go robbing all oer the salt sea;
And they cast lots the one with the other,
To see who should go robbing all oer the salt sea.

2 The lot it fell an Andrew Bartin,
The youngest of the three,
That he should go robbing all oer the salt sea,
To maintain his two brothers and he.

3 He had not sailed but one long summer night,
When daylight did appear;
He saw a ship sailing far off and far round,
At last she came sailing quite near.

4 ‘Who art? who art?’ says Andrew Bartin,
‘Who art thee comes sailing so nigh?’
‘We are the rich merchants of merrie England,
Just please for to let us pass by.’

5 ‘Pass by? pass by?’ says Andrew Bartin,
‘No, no, that never can be;
Your ship and your cargo I will take away,
And your brave men drown in the sea.’

6 Now when this news reached merrie England-+-
King George he wore the crown-+-
That his ship and his cargo were taken away,
And his brave men they were all drowned.

7 ‘Go build me a ship,’ says Captain Charles Stewart,
‘A ship both stout and sure,
And if I dont fetch this Andrew Bartin,
My life shall no longer endure.’

8 He had not sailed but one long summer night,
When daylight did appear,
He saw a ship sailing far off and far round,
And then she came sailing quite near.

9 ‘Who art? who art?’ says Captain Charles Stewart,
‘Who art comes sailing so nigh?’
‘We are the bold brothers of merrie Scotland,
Just please for to let us pass by.’

10 ‘Pass by? pass by?’ says Captain Charles Stewart,
‘No, no, that never can be;
Your ship and your cargo I will take away
And your brave men carry with me.’

11 ‘Come on! come on!’ says Andrew Bartin,
‘I value you not one pin;
And though you are lined with good brass without,
I’ll show you I’ve fine steel within.’

12 Then they drew up a full broadside
And at each other let pour;
They had not fought for four hours or more,
When Captain Charles Stewart gave oer.

13 ‘Go home! go home!’ says Andrew Bartin,
‘And tell your king for me,
That he may reign king of the merry dry land,
But that I will be king of the sea.’

251. Lang Johnny More

1 THERE lives a man in Rynie’s land,
Anither in Auchindore,
The bravest lad amo them a’
Was lang Johnny Moir.

2 Young Johnny was an airy blade,
Fu sturdy, stout, and strang;
The sword that hang by Johnny’s side
Was just full ten feet lang.

3 Young Johnny was a clever youth,
Fu sturdy, stout, and wight,
Just full three yards around the waist,
And fourteen feet in hight.

4 But if a’ be true they tell me now,
And a’ be true I hear,
Young Johnny’s on to Lundan gane,
The king’s banner to bear.

5 He hadna been in fair Lundan
But twalmonths twa or three
Till the fairest lady in a’ Lundan
Fell in love wi young Johnny.

6 This news did sound thro Lundan town,
Till it came to the king
That the muckle Scot had fa’in in love
Wi his daughter, Lady Jean.

7 Whan the king got word o that,
A solemn oath sware he,
This weighty Scot sall strait a rope,
And hanged he shall be.

8 When Johnny heard the sentence past,
A light laugh then gae he:
‘While I hae strength to wield my blade,
Ye darena a’ hang me.’

9 The English dogs were cunning rogues;
About him they did creep,
And gae him draps o lodomy
That laid him fast asleep.

10 pwhan Johnny wakend frae his sleep
A sorry heart had he;
His jaws and hands in iron bands,
His feet in fetters three.

11 ‘O whar will I get a little wee boy
Will work for meat and fee,
That will rin on to my uncle,
At the foot of Benachie?’

12 ‘Here am I, a little wee boy
Will work for meat and fee,
That will rin on to your uncle,
At the foot of Benachie.’

13 ‘Whan ye come whar grass grows green,
Slack your shoes and rin;
And whan ye come whar water’s strong,
Ye’ll bend your bow and swim.

14 ‘And whan ye come to Benachie
Ye’ll neither chap nor ca;
Sae well ’s ye’ll ken auld Johnny there,
Three feet abeen them a’.

15 ‘Ye’ll gie to him this braid letter,
Seald wi my faith and troth,
And ye’ll bid him bring alang wi him
The body Jock o Noth.’

16 Whan he came whar grass grew green,
He slackt his shoes and ran;
And whan he came whar water’s strong
He bent his bow and swam.

17 And whan he came to Benachie
Did neither chap nor ca;
Sae well ’s he kent auld Johnny there,
Three feet abeen them a’.

18 ‘What news, what news, my little wee boy?
Ye never were here before;’
‘Nae news, nae news, but a letter from
Your nephew, Johnny Moir.

19 ‘Ye’ll take here this braid letter,
Seald wi his faith and troth,
And ye’re bidden bring along wi you
The body Jock o Noth.’

20 Benachie lyes very low,
The tap o Noth lyes high;
For a’ the distance that’s between,
He heard auld Johnny cry.

21 Whan on the plain these champions met,
Twa grizly ghosts to see,
There were three feet between their brows,
And shoulders were yards three.

22 These men they ran ower hills and dales,
And ower mountains high,
Till they came on to Lundan town,
At the dawn o the third day.

23 And whan they came to Lundan town
The yetts were lockit wi bands,
And wha were there but a trumpeter,
Wi trumpet in his hands?

24 ‘What is the matter, ye keepers all?
Or what’s the matter within
That the drums do beat and bells do ring,
And make sic dolefu din?’

25 ‘There’s naething the matter,’ the keeper said,
‘There’s naething the matter to thee,
But a weighty Scot to strait the rope,
And the morn he maun die.’

26 ‘O open the yetts, ye proud keepers,
Ye’ll open without delay;’
The trembling keeper, smiling, said,
‘O I hae not the key.’

27 ‘Ye’ll open the yetts, ye proud keepers,
Ye’ll open without dealy,
Or here is a body at my back
Frae Scotland has brought the key.’

28 ‘Ye’ll open the yetts,’ says Jock o Noth,
‘Ye’ll open them at my call;’
Then wi his foot he has drove in
Three yards braid o the wall.

29 As they gaed in by Drury Lane,
And down by the town’s hall,
And there they saw young Johnny Moir
Stand on their English wall

30 ‘Ye’re welcome here, my uncle dear,
Ye’re welcome unto me;
Ye’ll loose the knot, and slack the rope,
And set me frae the tree.’

31 ‘Is it for murder, or for theft?
Or is it for rooberie?
If it is for ony heinous crime,
There’s nae remeid for thee.’

32 ‘It’s nae for murder, nor for theft,
Nor yet for robberie;
A’ is for loving a gay lady
They’re gaun to gar me die.’

33 ‘O whar’s thy sword,’ says Jock o Noth,
Ye brought frae Scotland wi thee?
I never saw a scotsman yet
But coud wield a sword or tree.’

34 ‘A pox upo their lodomy,
On me had sic a sway
Four o their men, the bravest four,
They bore my blade away.’

35 ‘Bring back his blade,’ says Jock o Noth,
‘And freely to him it gie,
Or I hae sworn a black Scot’s oath
I’ll gar five million die.

36 ‘Now whar’s the lady?’ says Jock o Noth,
‘Sae fain I woud her see;’
‘She’s lockd up in her ain chamber,
The king he keeps the key.’

37 So they hae gane before the king,
With courage bauld and free;
Their armour bright cast sic a light
That almost dim’d his ee.

38 ‘O whar’s the lady?’ says Jock o Noth,
‘Sae fain as I woud her see;
For we are come to her wedding,
Frae the foot o benachie.’

39 ‘O take the lady,’ said the king,
‘Ye welcome are for me;
I never thought to see sic men,
Frae the foot o Benachie.’

40 ‘If I had kend,’ said Jock o Noth,
‘Ye’d wonderd sae muckle at me,
I woud hae brought ane larger far
By sizes three times three.

41 ‘Likewise if I had thought I’d been
Sic a great fright to thee,
I’d brought Sir John o Erskine Park;
He’s thretty feet and three.’

42 ‘Wae to the little boy,’ said the king,
‘Brought tidings unto thee!
Let all England say what they will,
High hang d shall he be.’

43 ‘O if you hang the little wee boy
Brought tidings unto me,
We shall attend his burial,
And rewarded ye shall be.’

44 ‘O take the lady,’ said the king,
‘And the boy shall be free;’
‘A priest, a priest,’ then Johnny cried,
‘To join my love and me.’

45 ‘A clerk, a clerk,’ the king replied,
‘To seal her tocher wi thee;’
Out it speaks auld Johnny then,
These words pronounced he:

46 ‘I want nae lands and rents at hame,
I’ll ask nae gows frae thee;
I am possessd o riches great,
Hae fifty ploughs and three;
Likewise fa’s heir to ane estate
At the foot o Benachie.

47 ‘Hae ye ony masons in this place,
Or ony at your call,
That ye may now send some o them
To build your broken wall?’

48 ‘Yes, there are masons in this place,
And plenty at my call;
But ye may gang frae whence ye came,
Never mind my broken wall.’

49 They’ve taen the lady by the hand
And set her prison-free;
Wi drums beating, and fifes playing,
They spent the night wi glee.

50 Now auld Johnny Moir, and young Johnny Moir,
And Jock o Noth, a’ three,
The English lady, and little wee boy,
Went a’ to Benachie.

252. The Kitchie-Boy

Version A

1 THERE was a lady fair,
An een a lady of birth an fame,
She eyed her father’s kitchen-boy,
The greater was her shame.

2 She could never her love reveal,
Nor to him talk,
But in the forest wide an brade,
Where they were wont to walk.

3 It fell ance upon a day
Her father gaed frae home,
And she sent for the kitchen-boy
To her own room.

4 ‘Canna ye fancy me, Willie?
Canna ye fancy me?
By a’ the lords I ever saw
There is nane I loo but ye.’

5 ‘O latna this be kent, lady,
O latna this be . . ,
For gin yer father got word of this
I vou he’d gar me die.’

6 ‘Yer life shall no be taen, Willie,
Yer life sal na be taen;
I wad er loss my ain heart’s blood
Or thy body gat wrang.’

7 Wi her monny fair speeches
She made the boy bold,
Till he began to kiss an clap,
An on her sine lay hold.

8 They hadna kissed an love claped,
As lovers whan they meet,
. . . .
. . . .

9 ‘The master-cook he will on me call,
An answered he man be;
An it wer kent I war in bower wi thee,
I fear they wad gar me die.’

10 ‘The master-cook may on ye call,
But answerd he will never be,
. . . .
. . . .

11 ‘For I hae three coffers fu o goud,
Yer eyen did never see,
An I will build a bonny ship for my love,
An set her to the sea,
And sail she east or sail she wast
The ship sal be fair to see.’

12 She has built a bonny ship,
And set her to the sea;
The topmasts war o the red goud,
The sails of tafetie.

13 She gae him a gay goud ring,
. . .
To ming him on a gay lady
That ance bear love to him.

14 The day was fair, the ship was rare,
Whan that swain set to sea;
Whan that day twal-moth came and gaed,
At London landed he.

15 A lady looked our the castle-wa,
Beheld the day gae down,
And she beheld that bonny ship
Come hailing to the town.

16 ‘Come here, come here, my maries a’,
Ye see na what I see;
The bonniest ship is come to land
Yer eyes did ever see.

17 ‘Gae busk ye, busk ye, my maries a’,
Busk ye unco fine,
Till I gae down to yon shore-side,
To invite yon squar to dine.

18 ‘O ye come up, gay young squar,
An take wi me a dine;
Ye sal eat o the guid white loaf,
An drink the claret wine.’

19 ‘I thank ye for yer bread,
I thank ye for yer wine,
I that ye for yer courticie,
But indeed I hanna time.’

20 ‘Canna ye fancy me?’ she says,
‘Canna ye fancy me?
O a’ the lords an lairds I see
There’s nane I fancy but ye.’

21 ‘The’r far awa fra me,’ he says,
‘The’r clean ayont the sea,
That has my heart in hand,
An my love ae sal be.’

22 ‘Here is a guid goud ring,
. . .
It will mind ye on a gay lady
That ance bare love to ye.’

23 ‘I ha a ring on my finger
I loe thrice as well as thine,
Tho yours were o the guid red goud
An mine but simple tin.’

24 The day was fair, the ship was rare,
Whan that squar set to sea;
Whan that day twal-month came an gaed,
At hame again landed he.

25 The lady’s father looked our castle-wa,
To see the day gae cown,
An he beheld that bonny ship
Come hailing to the town.

26 ‘Come here, my daughter,
Ye see na what I see;
The bonniest ship is come to land
My eyes did ever see.

27 ‘Gae busk ye, my dochter,
G[a]e busk ye unco fine,
An I’ll gae down to yon shore-side,
To invite the squar to dine;
I wad gie a’ my rents
To hae ye married to him.’

28 The’r far awa frae me,’ she says,
‘Far ayont the sea,
That has my heart in hand
An my love ai sal be.’

29 ‘O will ye come, ye gay hine squar,
An take wi me a dine?
Ye sal eat o the guid white bread,
And drink the claret wine.’

30 ‘I thank ye for yer bread,
I thank ye for yer wine,
I thank ye for yer courticie,
For indeed I hanna grait time.

31 ‘O canna ye fancy me?’ he says,
‘O canna ye fancy me?
O a’ the ladys I eer did see
There’s nane I loo by ye.’

32 ‘They are far awa fra me.’ she says,
‘The’r far ayont the sea,
That has my heart in hand,
An my love ay sall be.’

33 ‘Here it is, a gay goud ring,
. . .
It will mind ye on a gay hin chil
That ance bare love to ye.’

34 ‘O gat ye that ring on the sea sailing?
Or gat ye it on the land?
O gat ye it on the shore laying,
On a drowned man’s hand?’

35 ‘I got na it on the sea sailing,
I got na it on the land,
But I got it on the shore lying,
On a drowned man’s hand.

36 ‘O bonny was his cheek,
An lovely was his face!’
‘Allas!’ says she, ’it is my true-love Willie,’
. . .

37 He turned him round about,
An sweetly could he smile;
She turned her round, says, My love Willie,
How could ye me beguile?

38 ‘A priest! a priest!’ the old man cries,
‘An lat this twa married be:’
Little did the old man kin
It was his ain kitchen-boy.

Version B

1 EARL RICHARD had but ae daughter,
A maid o birth and fame;
She loved her father’s kitchen-boy,
The greater was her shame.

2 But she could neer her true-love see,
Nor with him could she talk,
In towns where she had wont to go,
Nor fields where she could walk.

3 But it fell ance upon a day
Her father went from home;
She’s calld upon the kitchen boy
To come and clean her room.

4 ‘Come ye sit down by me, Willie,
Come sit ye down by me;
There’s nae a lord in a’ the north
That I can love but thee.’

5 ‘Let never the like be heard, lady,
Nor let it ever be;
For if your father get word o this
He will gar hang me hie.’

6 ‘O ye shall neer be hangd, Willie,
Your blude shall neer be drawn;
I’ll lay my life in pledge o thine
Your body’s neer get wrang.’

7 ‘Excuse me now, my comely dame,
No langer here I’ll stay;
You know my time is near expir’d,
And now I must away.

8 ‘The master-cook will on me call,
And answered he must be;
If I am found in bower with thee,
Great anger will there be.’

9 ‘The master-cook will on you call,
But shall not answerd be;
I’ll put you in a higher place
Than any cook’s degree.

10 ‘I have a coffer full of gold,
Another of white monie,
And I will build a bonny ship,
And set my love to sea.

11 ‘Silk shall be your sailing-clothes,
Gold yellow is your hair,
As white like milk are your twa hands,
Your body neat and fair.’

12 This lady, with her fair speeches,
She made the boy grow bold,
And he began to kiss and clap,
And on his love lay hold.

13 And she has built a bonny ship,
Set her love to the sea,
Seven score o brisk young men
To bear him companie.

14 Then she’s taen out a gay gold ring,
To him she did it gie:
‘This will mind you on the ladie, Willie,
That’s laid her love on thee.’

15 Then he’s taen out a piece of gold,
And he brake it in two:
‘All I have in the world, my dame,
For love I give to you.’

16 Now he is to his bonny ship,
And merrily taen the sea;
The lady lay oer castle-wa,
The tear blinded her ee.

17 They had not saild upon the sea
A week but barely three
When came a prosperous gale of wind,
On Spain’s coast landed he.

18 A lady lay oer castle-wa,
Beholding dale and down,
And she beheld the bonny ship
Come sailing to the town.

19 ‘Come here, come here, my maries a’,
Ye see not what I see;
For here I see the bonniest ship
That ever saild the sea.

20 ‘In her there is the bravest squire
That eer my eyes did see;
All clad in silk and rich attire,
And comely, comely ’s he.

21 ‘O busk, O busk, my maries all,
O busk and make ye fine;
And we will on to yon shore-side,
Invite yon squire to dine.

22 ‘Will ye come up to my castle
Wi me and take your dine?
And ye shall eat the gude white bread,
And drink the claret wine.’

23 ‘I thank you for your bread, lady,
I thank you for your wine;
I thank you for your kind offer,
But now I have not time.’

24 ‘I would gie all my land,’ she says,
‘Your gay bride were I she;
And then to live on a small portion
Contented I would be.’

25 ‘She’s far awa frae me, lady,
She’s far awa frae me
That has my heart a-keeping fast,
And my love still she’ll be.’

26 ‘But ladies they are unconstant,
When their loves go to sea,
And she’ll be wed ere ye gae back;
My love, pray stay wi me.’

27 ‘If she be wed ere I go back,
And prove sae false to me,
I shall live single all my life;
I’ll neer wed one but she.’

28 Then she’s taen out a gay gold ring,
And gae him presentlie:
‘’Twill mind you on the lady, young man,
That laid her love on thee.’

29 ‘The ring that’s on my mid-finger
Is far dearer to me,
Tho yours were o the gude red gold,
And mine the metal free.’

30 He viewd them all, baith neat and small,
As they stood on the shore,
Then hoist the mainsail to the wind,
Adieu, for evermore!

31 He had not saild upon the sea
A week but barely three
Until there came a prosperous gale,
In scotland landed he.

32 But he put paint upon his face,
And oil upon his hair,
Likewise a mask above his brow,
Which did disguise him sair.

33 Earl Richard lay oer castle-wa,
Beholding dale and down,
And he beheld the bonny ship
Come sailing to the town.

34 ‘Come here, come here, my daughter dear,
Ye see not what I see;
For her I see the bonniest ship
That ever saild the sea.

35 ‘In her there is the bravest squire
That eer my eyes did see;
O busk, O busk, my daughter dear,
Come here, come here, to me.

36 ‘O busk, O busk, my daughter dear,
O busk, and make ye fine,
And we will on to the shore-side,
Invite yon squire to dine.’

37 ‘He’s far awa frae me, father,
He’s far awa frae me
Who has the keeping o my heart,
And I’ll wed nane but he.’

38 ‘Whoever has your heart in hand,
Yon lad’s the match for thee,
And he shall come to my castle
This day and dine wi me.

39 ‘Will ye come up to my castle
With me and take your dine?
And ye shall eat the gude white bread,
And drink the claret wine.’

40 ‘Yes, I’ll come up to your castle
With you and take my dine,
For I would give my bonny ship
Were your fair daughter mine.’

41 ‘I would give all my lands,’ he said,
‘That your bride she would be;
Then to live on a small portion
Contented would I be.’

42 As they gaed up from yon sea-strand
And down the bowling-green,
He drew the mask out-oer his face,
For fear he should be seen.

43 He’s done him down from bower to bower,
Likewise from bower to ha,
And there he saw that lady gay,
The flower out-oer them a’.

44 He’s taen her in his arms twa,
And haild her courteouslie:
‘Excuse me, sir, there’s no strange man
Such freedom use with me.’

45 Her father turnd him round about,
A light laugh then gave he:
‘Stay, I’ll retire a little while,
Perhaps you may agree.’

46 Now Willie’s taen a gay gold ring,
And gave her presentlie;
Says, Take ye that, ye lady fair,
A love-token from me.

47 O got ye ’t on the sea sailing?
Or got ye ’t on the sand?
Or got ye ’t on the coast of Spain,
Upon a dead man’s hand?’

48 ‘Fine silk it was his sailing-clothes,
Gold yellow was his hair;
It would hae made a hale heart bleed
To see him lying there.

49 ‘He was not dead as I passd by,
But no remeid could be;
He gave me this token to bear
Unto a fair ladie.

50 ‘And by the marks he has descryvd
I’m sure that you are she;
So take this token of free will,
For him you’ll never see.’

51 In sorrow she tore her mantle,
With care she tore her hair:
‘Now since I’ve lost my own true-love,
I’ll neer love young men mair.’

52 He drew the mask from off his face,
The lady sweetly smiled:
‘Awa, awa, ye fause Willie!
How have you me beguiled?’

53 Earl Richard he went thro the ha,
The wine-glass in his hand,
But little thought his kitchen-boy
Was heir oer a’ his land.

54 But this she kept within her heart,
And never told to one
Until nine months they were expir’d,
That her young son came home.

55 She told it to her father dear;
He said, Daughter, well won;
You’ve married for love, not for gold,
Your joys will neer be done.

Version C

1 O THERE was a ladie, a noble ladie,
She was a ladie of birth and fame,
But she fell in love wi her father’s foot-boy,
I wis she was the mair to blame.

2 A word of him she neer could get
Till her father was a hunting gone;
Then she calld on the bonny foot-boy
To speak wi her in her bower alone.

3 Says, Ye ken you are my love, Willie,
And that I am a ladie free,
And there’s naething ye can ask, Willie,
But at your bidding I maun be.

4 O the loving looks that ladie gave
Soon made the bonny boy grow bold,
And the loving words that ladie spake
As soon on them he did lay hold.

5 She has taen a ring frae her white finger,
And unto him she did it gie;
Says, Wear this token for my sake,
And keep it till the day you die.

6 ‘But shoud my father get word of this,
I fear we baith will have cause to rue,
For to some nunnery I shoud be sent,
And I fear, my love, he would ruin you.

7 ‘But here is a coffer of the good red gowd,
I wot my mother left it to me;
And wi it you’ll buy a bonny ship,
And ye maun sail the raging sea;
Then like some earl or baron’s son
You can come back and marrie me.

8 ‘But stay not lang awa, Willie,
O stay not lang across the fame,
For fear your ladie shoud lighter be,
Or your young son shoud want a name.’

9 He had not been o the sea sailing
But till three months were come and gane,
Till he has landed his bonny ship;
It was upon the coast of Spain.

10 There was a ladie of high degree
That saw him walking up and down;
She fell in love wi sweet Willie,
But she wist no how to make it known.

11 She has calld up her maries a’,
Says, Hearken well to what I say;
There is a young man in yon ship
That has been my love this many a day.

12 ‘Now bear a hand, my maries a’,
And busk my brave and make me fine,
And go wi me to yon shore-side
To invite that noble youth to dine.’

13 O they have buskit that ladie gay
In velvet pall and jewels rare;
A poor man might have been made rich
Wi half the pearles they pat in her hair.

14 Her mantle was of gowd sae red,
It glaned as far as ane coud see;
Sweet Willie thought she had been the queen,
And bowd full low and bent his knee.

15 She’s gard her maries step aside,
And on sweet Willie sae did smile;
She thought that man was not on earth
But of his heart she could beguile.

16 Says, Ye maun leave your bonny ship
And go this day wi me and dine,
And you shall eat the baken meat,
And you shall drink the Spanish wine.

17 ‘I canna leave my bonny ship,
Nor go this day to dine wi thee,
For a’ my sails are ready bent
To bear me back to my ain countrie.’

18 ‘O gin you’d forsake your bonny ship
And wed a ladie of this countrie,
I would make you lord of a’ this town,
And towns and castles twa or three.’

19 ‘Should I wed a ladie of this countrie,
In sooth I woud be sair to blame,
For the fairest ladie in fair Scotland
Woud break her heart gin I gaed na hame.’

20 ‘That ladie may choose another lord,
And you another love may choose;
There is not a lord in this countrie
That such a proffer could refuse.’

21 ‘O ladie, shoud I your proffer take,
You’d soon yoursell have cause to rue,
For the man that his first love forsakes
Woud to a second neer prove true.’

22 She has taen a ring frae her white finger,
It might have been a prince’s fee;
Says, Wear this token for my sake,
And give me that which now I see.

23 ‘Take back your token, ye ladie fair;
This ring you see on my right hand
Was gien me by my ain true-love,
Before I left my native land.

24 ‘And tho yours woud buy it nine times oer
I far more dearly prize my ain;
Nor woud I make the niffer,’ he says,
‘For a’ the gowd that is in Spain.’

25 The ladie turnd her head away
To dry the sat tears frae her eyne;
She naething more to him did say
But, I wish your face I neer had seen!

26 He has set his foot on good ship-board,
The ladie waved her milk-white hand,
The wind sprang up and filld his sails,
And he quickly left the Spanish land.

27 He soon came back to his native strand,
He langd his ain true-love to see;
Her father saw him come to land,
And took him some great lord to be.

28 Says, Will ye leave your bonny ship
And come with me this day to dine?
And you shall eat the baken meat,
And you shall drink the claret wine.

29 ‘O I will leave my bonny ship,
And glacly go with you to dine,
And I woud gie thrice three thousand pounds
That you fair daughter were but mine.’

30 ‘O gin ye will part wi your bonny ship
And wed a ladie of this countrie,
I will gie you my ae daughter,
Gin she’ll consent your bride to be.’

31 O he has blaket his bonny face
And closs tuckd up his yellow hair;
His true-love met them at the yate,
But she little thought her love was there.

32 ‘O will you marrie this lord, daughter,
That I’ve brought hame to dine wi me?
You shall be heir of a’ my lands,
Gin you’ll consent his bride to be.’

33 She looked oer her left shoulder,
I wot the tears stood in her eye;
Says, The man is on the sea sailling
That fair wedding shall get of me.

34 Then Willie has washd his bonny face,
And he’s kaimd down his yellow hair;
He took his true-love in his arms,
And kindly has he kissd her there.

35 She’s looked in his bonny face,
And thro her tears did sweetly smile,
Then sayd, Awa, awa, Willie!
How could you thus your love beguile?

36 She kept the secret in her breast,
Full seven years she’s kept the same,
Till it fell out at a christning-feast,
And then of it she made good game.

37 And her father laughd aboon the rest,
And said, My daughter, you’r nae to blame;
For you’ve married for love, and no for land,
So a’ my gowd is yours to claim.

Version D

1 THERE lived a lady in the north
O muckle birth an fame;
She’s faun in love wi her kitchie-boy,
The greater was her shame.

2 ‘Maister cook, he will cry oot,
An answered he maun be;’
. . . .
. . .

3 ‘I hae a coffer o ried gowd
My mither left to me,
An I will build a bonnie ship,
And send her ower the sea,
An you’ll come hame like lord or squire,
An answered you maun be.’

4 She has biggit a bonnie ship,
Sent her across the main,
An in less that sax months an a day
That ship cam back again.

5 ‘Go dress, go dress, my dochter Janet,
Go dress, an mak you fine,
An we’ll go doun to yon shore-side
An bid yon lords to dine.’

6 He’s pued the black mask ower his face,
Kaimed doun his yellow hair,
A’ no to lat her father ken
That ere he had been there.

7 ‘Oh, got you that by sea sailin?
Or got you that by land?
Or got you that on Spanish coast,
Upon a died man’s hand?’

8 ‘I got na that by sea sailin,
I got na that by land;
But I got that on Spanish coast,
Upon a died man’s hand.’

9 He’s pued the black mask aff his face,
Threw back his yellow hair,
. . . .
. . . .

10 ‘A priest, a priest,’ the lady she cried,
‘To marry my love an me;’
‘A clerk, a clerk,’ her father cried,
‘To sign her tocher free.’

Version E

252 * * *
AND she has built a lofty ship,
And set her to the main;
The masts o her were gude reed gowd,
And the sails o silver clear.

2 ‘Ye winna bide three months awa
When ye’ll return again,
In case your lady lichter be,
And your baby want the name.’

3 But the wind blew high,
The mariners they did land at Lundin soon.

4 A lady sat on the castell-wa,
Beheld baith dale and down,
And there she saw this lofty ship,
Comin sailin in the Downs.

5 ‘Look out, look out, my maidens a’,
Ye seena what I see;
For I do see as bonny a ship
As ever sailied the sea,
And the master o her’s the bonniest boy
That ever my eyes did see.’

6 She’s taen her mantell her about,
Her cane intill her han,
And she’s away to the shore-side,
Till invite the square to dine.

7 ‘O will ye come to our castell?
Or will ye sup or dine?’
‘O excuse me, madam,’ he said,
‘For I hae but little time.’

8 The wind blew high,
The mariners they did land at home again.

9 The old man sat in the castell-wa,
Beholding dale and down,
And there he spied this goodly ship
Come sailin to the town.

10 ‘Look out, look out, my dauchter dear,
Ye see not what I see;
For I do see as bonny a ship
As ever sailed the sea.

11 ‘And the master o her’s the bonniest boy
That my eyes did ever see,
And if I were a woman as I’m a man
My husband he should be.’

12 ‘Haud far awa frae me, fader,
Haud far awa frae me,
For I never had a lad but ane,
And he’s far awa at sea.

13 ‘There is a love-token atween us twa,
It’ll be mair ere it be less,
An aye the langer he bides awa
It will the mair encreass.’

14 He’s taen his mantell him about,
His cane intil his hand,
And he’s awa to the shore-side,
To invite the square to dine.

15 ‘O will ye come to our castle?
Or will ye sup or dine?’
‘Indeed I will, kind sir,’ he said,
‘Tho I’ve but little time.’

16 The lady sat on castle-wa,
Beholding dale and down,
But he’s put his veil upon his face,
That she might not him ken.

253. Thomas o Yonderdale

1 LADY MAISRY lives intill a bower,
She never wore but what she would;
Her gowns were o the silks sae fine,
Her coats stood up wi bolts o gold.

2 Mony a knight there courted her,
And gentlemen o high degree,
But it was Thomas o Yonderdale
That gaind the love o this ladie.

3 Now he has hunted her till her bower,
Baith late at night and the mid day,
But when he stole her virgin rose
Nae mair this maid he would come nigh.

4 But it fell ance upon a time
Thomas her bower he walk d by;
There he saw her Lady Maisry,
Nursing her young son on her knee.

5 ‘O seal on you, my bonny babe,
And lang may ye my comfort be!
Your father passes by our bower,
And now minds neither you nor me.’

6 Now when Thomas heard her speak,
The saut tear trinkled frae his ee;
To Lady Maisry’s bower he went,
Says, Now I’m come to comfort thee.

7 ‘Is this the promise ye did make
Last when I was in your companie?
You said before nine months were gane
Your wedded wife that I should be.’

8 ‘If Saturday be a bonny day,
Then, my love, I maun sail the sea;
But if I live for to return,
O then, my love, I’ll marry thee.’

9 ‘I wish Saturday a stormy day,
High and stormy be the sea,
Ships may not sail, nor boats row,
But gar true Thomas stay with me.’

10 Saturday was a bonny day,
Fair and leesome blew the wind;
Ships did sail, and boats did row,
Which had true Thomas to unco ground.

11 He hadna been on unco ground
A month, a month but barely three,
Till he has courted anither maid,
And quite forgotten Lady Maisry.

12 Ae night as he lay on his bed,
In a dreary dream dreamed he
That Maisry stood by his bedside,
Upbraiding him for ’s inconstancie.

13 He’s calld upon his little boy,
Says, Bring me candle, that I see;
And ye maun gang this night, [my] boy,
Wi a letter to a gay ladie.

14 ‘It is my duty you to serve,
And bring you coal and candle-light,
And I would rin your errand, master,
If ’twere to Lady Maisry bright.

15 ‘Tho my legs were sair I coudna gang,
Tho the night were dark I coudna see,
Tho I should creep on hands and feet,
I woud gae to Lady Maisry.’

16 ‘Win up, win up, my bonny boy,
And at my bidding for to be;
For ye maun quickly my errand rin,
For it is to Lady Maisry.

17 ‘Ye’ll bid her dress in the gowns o silk,
Likewise in the coats o cramasie;
Ye’ll bid her coma alang wi you,
True Thomas’s wedding for to see.

18 ‘Ye’ll bid her shoe her steed before,
And a’ gowd graithing him behind;
On ilka tip o her horse mane,
Twa bonny bells to loudly ring.

19 ‘And on the tor o her saddle
A courtly bird to sweetly sing;
Her bridle-reins o silver fine,
And stirrups by her side to hing.’

20 She dressd her in the finest silk,
Her coats were o the cramasie,
And she’s awa to unco land,
True Thomas’s wedding for to see.

21 At ilka tippet o her horse mane,
Twa bonny bells did loudly ring,
And on the tor o her saddle
A courtly bird did sweetly sing.

22 The bells they rang, the bird he sang,
As they rode in yon pleasant plain;
Then soon she met true Thomas’s bride,
Wi a’ her maidens and young men.

23 The bride she garned round about,
‘I wonder,’ said she, ’who this may be?
It surely is our Scottish queen,
Come here our wedding for to see.’

24 Out it speaks true Thomas’s boy,
‘She maunna lift her head sae hie;
But it’s true Thomas’s first love,
Come here your wedding for to see.’

25 Then out bespake true Thomas’s bride,
I wyte the tear did blind her ee;
If this be Thomas’s first true-love,
I’m sair afraid he’ll neer hae me.

26 Then in it came her Lady Maisry,
And aye as she trips in the fleer,
‘What is your will, Thomas?’ she said,
‘This day, ye know, ye calld me here.’

27 ‘Come hither by me, ye lily flower,
Come hither and set ye down by me,
For ye’re the ane I’ve call’d upon,
And ye my wedded wife maun be.’

28 Then in it came true Thomas’s bride,
And aye as she trippd on the stane,
‘What is your will, Thomas?’ she said,
‘This day, ye know, ye calld my hame.’

29 ‘Ye hae come on hired horseback,
But ye’se gae hame in coach sae free;
For here’s the flower into my bower
I mean my wedded wife shall be.’

30 ‘O ye will break your lands, Thomas,
And part them in divisions three;
Gie twa o them to your ae brother,
And cause your brother marry me.’

31 ‘I winna break my lands,’ he said,
‘For ony woman that I see;
My brother’s a knight o wealth and might,
He’ll wed nane but he will for me.’

254. Lord William, or Lord Lundy

Version A

1 SWEET WILLIAM’s gone over seas,
Some unco lair to learn,
And our gude Bailie’s ae dochter
Is awa to learn the same.

2 in one broad buke they learned baith,
In one broad bed they lay;
But when her father came to know
He gart her come away.

3 ‘It’s you must marry that Southland lord,
His lady for to be;
It’s ye maun marry that Southland lord,
Or nocht ye’ll get frae me.’

4 ‘I must marry that Southland lord,
Father, an it be your will;
But I rather it were my burial-day,
My grave for to fill.’

5 She walked up, she walked down,
Had none to make her moan,
Nothing but the pretty bird
Sat on the causey-stone.

6 ‘If thou could speak, wee bird,’ she says,
‘As weell as thou can flee,
I would write a long letter
To Will ayont the sea.’

7 ‘What thou wants wi Will,’ it says,
‘Thou’ll seal it with thy ring,
Tak a thread o silk and anither o twine,
About my neck will hing.’

8 What she wanted wi Willie
She sealed it wi a ring,
Took a thread of silk, another o twine,
About its neck did hing.

9 This bird flew high, this bird flew low,
This bird flew owre the sea,
Until it entered the same room
Wherein was Sweet Willie.

10 This bird flew high, this bird flew low,
Poor bird, it was mistaen!
It let the letter fa on Baldie’s breist,
Instead of Sweet William.

11 ‘Here’s a letter, William,’ he says,
‘I’m sure it’s not to me;
And gin the morn gin twelve o’clock
Your love shall married be.’

12 ‘Come saddle to me my horse,’ he said,
‘The brown and a’ that’s speedie,
And I’ll awa to Old England,
To bring home my ladie.’

13 Awa he gaed, awa he rade,
Awa wi mickle speed;
He lichtit at every twa miles’ end,
Lichtit and changed his steed.

14 When she entered the church-style,
The tear was in her ee;
But when she entered the church-door
A blythe sicht did she see.

15 ‘O hold your hand, you minister,
Hold it a little wee,
Till I speak wi the bonnie bride,
For she’s friend to me.

16 ‘Stand off, stand off, you braw bridegroom,
Stand off a little wee;
Stand off, stand off, you braw bridegroom,
For the bride shall join wi me.’

17 Up and spak the bride’s father,
And an angry man was he;
‘If I had pistol, powther and lead,
And all at my command,
I would shoot thee stiff and dead
In the place where thou dost stand.’

18 Up and spoke then Sweet William,
And a blithe blink from his ee;
‘If ye neer be shot till I shoot you,
Ye’se neer be shot for me.

19 ‘Come out, come out, my foremost man,
And lift my lady on;
Commend me all to my good-mother,
At night when ye gang home.’

Version B

1 LORD WILLIAM has but ae dear son,
In this world had nae mair;
Lord Lundie had but ae daughter,
And he will hae nane but her.

2 They dressed up in maids’ array,
And passd for sisters fair;
With ae consent gaed ower the sea,
For to seek after lear.

3 They baith did eat at ae braid board,
In ae bed baith did lye;
When Lord Lundie got word o that,
He’s taen her soon away.

4 When Lord Lundie got word of that,
An angry man was he;
He wrote his daughter on great haste
To return right speedilie.

5 When she looked the letter upon,
A light laugh then gae she;
But ere she read it till an end
The tear blinded her ee.

6 ‘Bad news, bad news, my love Willie,
Bad news is come to me;
My father’s written a braid letter,
Bids me gae speedilie.

7 ‘Set trysts, set trysts, my love Willie,
Set trysts, I pray, wi me;
Set trysts, set trysts, my love Willie,
When will our wedding be.’

8 ‘On Wednesday, on Wednesday,
The first that ever ye see;
On Wednesday at twelve o’clock,
My dear, I’ll meet wi thee.’

9 When she came to her father’s ha,
He hailed her courteouslie;
Says, I’ll forgie offences past,
If now ye’ll answer me.

10 ‘Will ye marry yon young prince,
Queen of England to be?
Or will you marry Lord William’s son,
Be loved by nane but he?’

11 ‘I will marry yon young prince,
Father, if it be your will;
But i woud rather I were dead and gane,
My grave I woud win till.’

12 When she was in her saddle set,
She skyred like the fire,
To go her bridegroom for to meet,
For whom she’d nae desire.

13 On every tippet o her horse mane
There hang a siller bell,
And whether the wind blew east or west
They gae a sundry knell.

14 And when she came to Mary’s kirk
She skyred like the fire;
There her young bridegroom she did meet,
For whom she’d nae desire.

15 She looked ower her left shoulder,
The tear blinded her ee;
But looking ower her right shoulder,
A blythe sight then saw she.

16 There she saw Lord William’s son,
And mony a man him wi,
Wi targes braid and glittering spears
All marching ower the lee.

17 The minister looked on a book
Her marriage to begin:
‘If there is naething to be said,
These two may join in ane.’

18 ‘O huly, huly, sir,’ she said,
‘O stay a little wee;
I hae a friend to welcome yet
That’s been a dear friend to me.’

19 O then the parson he spake out,
A wise word then spake he;
‘You might hae had your friends welcomd
Before ye’d come to me.’

20 Then in it came the bride’s first love,
And mony a man him wi:
‘Stand back, stand back, ye jelly bridegroom,
Bride, ye maun join wi me.’

21 Then out it speaks him Lord Lundie,
An angry man was he;
‘Lord William’s son will hae my daughter
Without leave askd of me.

22 ‘But since it’s sae that she will gang,
And proved sae fause to thee,
I’ll make a vow, and keep it true,
Nae portion shall I gie.’

23 Then out it speaks the bride’s first love,
And [a] light laugh then gae he;
‘I’ve got the best portion now, my lord,
That ye can gie to me.

24 ‘Your gude red gold I value not,
Nor yet your white monie;
I hae her by the hand this day
That’s far dearer to me.

25 ‘So gie the prince a coffer o gold
When he gaes to his bed,
And bid him clap his coffer o gold,
And I’ll clap my bonny bride.’

Version C

1 LORD WILLIAM has gane oer the sea
For to seek after lear;
Lord Lundie had but ae daughter,
And he’d wed nane but her.

2 Upon a book they both did read,
And in ae bed did ly:
‘But if my father get word o this,
I’ll soon be taen away.’

3 ‘Your father’s gotten word of this,
Soon married then ye’ll be;
‘Set trysts, set trysts wi me, Janet,
Set trysts, set trysts wi me.

4 ‘Set trysts, set trysts wi me, Janet,
When your wedding-day’s to be;
‘On Saturday, the first that comes,
Must be my wedding-day.’

5 ‘Bad news, bad news is come, Janet,
Bad news is come to me;
Your father’s gotten word of this,
Soon married then ye’ll be.’

6 ‘O will ye marry the young prince, daughter,
The queen of England to be?
Or will ye marry Lord William,
And die immediately?’

7 ‘O I will marry the young prince, father,
Because it is your will;
But I wish it was my burial-day,
For my grave I could gang till.’

8 When they gaed in into the kirk,
And ae seat they sat in,
The minister took up the book,
The marriage to begin.

9 ‘Lay down the book, O dear, kind sir,
And wait a little wee;
I have a lday to welcome yet,
She’s been a good friend to me.’

10 Out then spake the minister,
An angry man was he;
‘You might have had your ladies welcomd
Before ye came to me.’

11 She looked oer her left shoulder,
And tears did blind her ee;
But she looked oer her right shoulder,
And a blythe sight saw she,
For in there came him Lord William,
And his valiant company.

12 And in ther came him Lord William,
His armour shining clear,
And in it came him Lord William,
And many glittering spear.

13 ‘Stand by, stand by, ye bonny bridegroom,
Stand by, stand by,’ said he;
‘Stand by, stand by, ye bonny bridegroom,
Bride, ye maun join wi me.

14 ‘Let the young prince clap his coffer of gold
When he gangs to his bed;
Let the young prince clap his coffer of gold,
But I’ll clap my bonny bride.’

15 Out it spake him Lord Lundie,
And an angry man was he;
‘My daughter will marry him Lord William,
It seems, in spite of me.’

255. Willie's Fatal Visit

1 ’TWAS on an evening fair I went to take the air,
I heard a maid making her moan;
Said, Saw ye my father? Or saw ye my mother?
Or saw ye my brother John?
Or saw ye the lad that I love best,
And his name it is Sweet William?

2 ‘I saw not your father, I saw not your mother,
Nor saw I your brother John;
But I saw the lad that ye love best,
And his name it is Sweet William.’

3 ‘O was my love riding? or was he running?
Or was he walking alone?
Or says he that he will be here this night?
O dear, but he tarries long!’

4 ‘Your love was not riding, nor yet was he running,
But fast was he walking alone;
He says that he will be here this night to thee,
And forbids you to think long.’

5 Then Willie he has gane to his love’s door,
And gently tirled the pin:
‘O sleep ye, wake ye, my bonny Meggie,
Ye’ll rise, lat your true love in.’

6 The lassie being swack ran to the door fu snack,
And gently she lifted the pin,
Then into her arms sae large and sae lang
She embraced her bonny love in.

7 ‘O will ye gang to the cards or the dice,
Or to a table o wine?
Or will ye gang to a well-made bed,
Well coverd wi blankets fine?’

8 ‘O I winna gang to the cards nor the dice,
Nor yet to a table o wine;
But I’ll rather gang to a well-made bed,
Well coverd wi blankets fine.’

9 ‘My braw little cock, sits on the house tap,
Ye’ll craw not till it be day,
And your kame shall be o the gude red gowd,
And your wings o the siller grey.’

10 The cock being fause untrue he was,
And he crew an hour ower seen;
They thought it was the gude day-light,
But it was but the light o the meen.

11 ‘Ohon, alas!’ says bonny Meggie then,
‘This night we hae sleeped ower lang!’
‘O what is the matter?’ then Willie replied,
‘The faster then I must gang.’

12 Then Sweet Willie raise, and put on his claise,
And drew till him stockings and sheen,
And took by his side his berry-brown sword,
And ower yon lang hill he’s gane.

13 As he gaed ower yon high, high hill,
And down yon dowie den,
Great and grievous was the ghost he saw,
Would fear ten thousand men.

14 As he gaed in by Mary kirk,
And in by Mary stile,
Wan and weary was the ghost
Upon sweet Willie did smile.

15 ‘Aft hae ye travelld this road, Willie,
Aft hae ye travelld in sin;
Ye neer said sae muckle for your saul
As My Maker bring me hame!

16 ‘Aft hae ye travelld this road, Willie,
Your bonny love to see;
But ye’ll never travel this road again
Till ye leave a token wi me.’

17 Then she has taen him Sweet Willie,
Riven him frae gair to gair,
And on ilka seat o Mary’s kirk
O Willie she hang a share;
Even abeen his love Meggie’s dice,
Hang’s head and yellow hair.

18 His father made moan, his mother made moan,
But Meggie made muckle mair;
His father made moan, his mother made moan,
But Meggie reave her yellow hair.

256. Alison and Willie

1 ‘MY luve she lives in Lincolnshire,
I wat she’s neither black nor broun,
But her hair is like the thread o gowd,
Aye an it waur weel kaim d doun.’

2 She’s pued the black mask owre her face,
An blinkit gaily wi her ee:

146 will you to my weddin come,
An will you bear me gude companie?’

3 ‘I winna to your weddin come,
Nor [will] I bear you gude companie,
Unless you be the bride yoursell,
An me the bridegroom to be.’

4 ‘For me to be the bride mysel,
An you the bonnie bridegroom to be-+--+-
Cheer up you heart, Sweet Willie,’ she said,
‘For that’s the day you’ll never see.

5 ‘Gin you waur on your saddle set,
An gaily ridin on the way,
You’ll hae nae mair mind o Alison
Than she waur dead an laid in clay.’

6 When he was on his saiddle set,
An slowly ridin on the way,
He had mair mind o Alison
Than he had o the licht o day.

7 He saw a hart draw near a hare,
An aye that hare drew near a toun,
An that same hart did get a hare,
But the gentle knicht got neer a toun.

8 He leant him owre his saiddle-bow,
An his heart did brak in pieces three;
Wi sighen said him Sweet Willie,
‘The pains o luve hae taen hald o me.’

9 . . . .
. . . .
There cam a white horse an a letter,
That stopped the weddin speidilie.

10 She leant her back on her bed-side,
An her heart did brak in pieces three;
She was buried an bemoaned,
But the birds waur Willie’s companie.

257. Burd Isabel and Earl Patrick

Version A

1 THERE is a stane in yon water,
It’s lang or it grow green;
It’s a maid that maks her ain fortune,
It’ll never end its leen.

2 Burd Bell was na full fyfteen
Till to service she did gae;
Burd Bell was na full sixteen
Till big wi bairn was scho.

3 ‘Burd Bell she is a gude woman,
She bides at hame wi me;
She never seeks to gang to church,
But bides at hame wi me.’

4 It fell ance upon a day
She fell in travail-pain;
He is gane to the stair-head
Some ladies to call in.

5 ‘O gin ye hae a lass-bairn, Burd Bell,
A lass-bairn though it be,
Twenty ploughs bot and a mill
Will mak ye lady free.

6 ‘But gin ye hae a son, Burd Bell,
Ye’se be my wedded wife,
. . . .
. . . .’

7 The knichts they knack their white fingers,
The ladies sat and sang,
Twas a’ to cheer bonnie Burd Bell,
She was far sunk in pain.

8 Earl Patrick is to his mither gane,
As fast as he could hie:
‘An askin, an askin, dear mither,
An askin I want frae thee.

9 ‘Burd Bell has born to me a son;
What sall I do her wi?’
‘Gie her what ye like, Patrick,
Mak na her your ladie.’

10 He has gane to bonnie Burd Bell,
Hir heart was pressd wi care:
. . . .
. . . .

11 ‘My father will dee, bonnie Burd Bell,
My mither will do the same,
And whan ye hear that they are gane
It’s then I’ll bring ye hame.’

12 Earl Patrick’s bigget to her a bour,
And strawn it round wi sand;
He coverd it wi silver on the outside,
Wi the red gowd within.

13 It happened ance upon a day
She was kaiming his yellow hiar,
. . . .
. . . .

14 ‘Your father is dead, Earl Patrick,
Your mither is the same;
And what is the reason, Earl Patrick,
Ye winna tak me hame?’

15 ‘I’ve bigget to you a bonnie bour,
I’ve strawn it round wi sand;
I’ve coverd it wi silver on the outside,
Wi gude red gowd within.

16 ‘If eer I marry anither woman,
Or bring anither hame,
I wish a hundred evils may enter me,
And may I fa oure the brim!’

17 It was na very lang after this
That a duke’s dochter he’s wed,
Wi a waggon fu of gowd
. . . .

18 Burd Bell lookit oure her castle-wa,
And spied baith dale and down,
And there she saw Earl Patrick’s aunt
Come riding to the town.

19 ‘What want ye here, Earl Patrick’s aunt?
What want ye here wi me?’
‘I want Earl Patrick’s bonnie young son;
His bride fain wad him see.’

20 ‘I wad like to see that woman or man,
Of high or low degree,
That wad tak the bairn frae my foot
That I ance for bowd my knee.’

21 ‘Burd Bell, she’s the bauldest woman
That ever I did see:’
‘It’s I’ll gang to bonnie Burd Bell,
She was never bauld to me.’

22 Burd Bell lookit oure her castle-wa,
Behauding brave dale and down,
And there she spied him Earl Patrick
Slowly riding to the town.

23 ‘What said ye to my great-grand-aunt
. . . .
. . . .
. . . .’

24 ‘I said nathing to your great-grand-aunt
But I will say to thee:
I wad like to see the woman or man,
Of high or low degree,
That wad tak the bairn frae my foot
I ance for bowd my knee.

25 ‘O dinna ye mind, Earl Patrick,
The vows ye made to me,
That a hundred evils was enter you
If ye provd fause to me?’

26 He’s turnd him richt and round about,
His horse head to the wind,
The hundred evils enterd him,
And he fell oure the brim.

Version B

1 TAKE warning, a’ ye young women,
Of low station or hie,
Lay never your love upon a man
Above your ain degree.

2 Thus I speak by Burd Isbel;
She was a maid sae fair,
She laid her love on Sir Patrick,
She’ll rue it for evermair.

3 And likewise, a’ ye sprightly youths,
Of low station or hie,
Lay never your love upon a maid
Below your ain degree.

4 And thus I speak by Sir Patrick,
Who was a knight sae rare;
He’s laid his love on Burd Isbel,
He’ll rue it for evermair.

5 Burd Isbel was but ten years auld,
To service she has gane;
And Burd Isbel was but fifeteen
Whan her young son came hame.

6 It fell ance upon a day
Strong travelling took she;
None there was her bower within
But Sir Patrick and she.

7 ‘This is a wark now, Sir Patrick,
That we twa neer will end;
Ye’ll do you to the outer court
And call some women in.’

8 He’s done him to the outer court,
And stately there did stand;
Eleven ladies he’s calld in,
Wi ae shake o his hand.

9 ‘Be favourable to Burd Isbel,
Deal favourable if ye may;
Her kirking and her fair wedding
Shall baith stand on ae day.

10 ‘Deal favourable to Burd Isbel,
Whom I love as my life;
Ere this day month be come and gane,
She’s be my wedded wife.’

11 Then he is on to his father,
Fell low down on his knee;
Says, Will I marry Burd Isbel?
She’s born a son to me.

12 ‘O marry, marry Burd Isbel,
Or use her as you like;
Ye’ll gar her wear the silks sae red
And sae may ye the white.
O woud ye marry Burd Isbel,
Make her your heart’s delight?

13 ‘You want not lands nor rents, Patrick,
You know your fortune’s free;
But ere you’d marry Burd Isbel
I’d rather bury thee.

14 ‘Ye’ll build a bower for Burd Isbel,
And set it round wi sand;
Make as much mirth in Isbel’s bower
As ony in a’ the land.’

15 Then he is to his mother gane,
Fell low down on his knee:
‘O shall I marry Burd Isbel?
She’s born a son to me.’

16 ‘O marry, marry Burd Isbel,
Or use her as you like;
Ye’ll gar her wear the silks sae red,
And sae may ye the white.
O would ye marry Burd Isbel,
Make her wi me alike?

17 ‘You want not lands nor rents, Patrick,
You know your fortune’s free;
But ere you marry Burd Isbel
I’d rather bury thee.

18 ‘Ye’ll build a bower to Burd Isbel,
And set it round wi glass;
Make as much mirth in Isbel’s bower
An ony in a’ the place.’

19 He’s done him down thro ha, thro ha,
Sae has he in thro bower;
The tears ran frae his twa grey eyes,
And loot them fast down pour.

20 ‘My father and my mother baith
To age are coming on;
When they are dead and buried baith,
Burd Isbel I’ll bring home.’

21 The words that passd atween these twa
Ought never to be spoken;
The vows that passd atween these twa
Ought never to be broken.

22 Says he, If I another court,
Or wed another wife,
May eleven devils me attend
At the end-day o my life.

23 But his father he soon did die,
His mother nae lang behind;
Sir Patrick of Burd Isbel
He now had little mind.

24 It fell ance upon a day,
As she went out to walk,
And there she saw him Sir Patrick,
Going wi his hound and hawk.

25 ‘Stay stikl, stay still, now Sir Patrick,
O stay a little wee,
And think upon the fair promise
Last year ye made to me.

26 ‘Now your father’s dead, kind sir,
And your mother the same;
Yet nevertheless now, Sir Patrick,
Ye’re nae bringing me hame.’

27 ‘If the morn be a pleasant day,
I mean to sail the sea,
To spend my time in fair England,
All for a month or three.’

28 He hadna been in fair England
A month but barely ane
Till he forgot her Burd Isbel,
The mother of his son.

29 Some time he spent in fair England,
And when returnd again
He laid his love on a duke’s daughter,
And he has brought her hame.

30 Now he’s forgot his first true love
He ance lovd ower them a’;
But now the devil did begin
To work between them twa.

31 When Sir Patrick he was wed,
And all set down to dine,
Upon his first love, Burd Isbel,
A thought ran in his mind.

32 He calld upon his gude grand-aunt
To come right speedilie;
Says, Ye’ll gae on to Burd Isbel,
Bring my young son to me.

33 She’s taen her mantle her about,
Wi gowd gloves on her hand,
And she is on to Burd Isbel,
As fast as she coud gang.

34 She haild her high, she haild her low,
With stile in great degree:
‘O busk, O busk your little young son,
For he maun gang wi me.’

35 ‘I woud fain see the one,’ she said,
‘O low station or hie,
Woud take the bairn frae my foot,
For him I bowed my knee.

36 ‘I woud fain see the one,’ she said,
‘O low station or mean,
Woud take the bairn frae my foot
Whom I own to be mine.’

37 Then she has done her hame again,
As fast as gang coud she;
‘Present,’ said he, ’My little young son,
For him I wish to see.’

38 ‘Burd Isbel’s a bauld woman,’ she said,
‘As eer I yet spake wi;’
But sighing said him Sir Patrick,
She ne’er was bauld to me.

39 But he’s dressd in his best array,
His gowd rod in his hand,
And he is to Burd Isbel’s bower,
As fast as he coud gang.

40 ‘O how is this, Burd Isbel,’ he said,
‘So ill ye’ve used me?
What gart you anger my gude grand-aunt,
That I did send to thee?’

41 ‘If I hae angerd your gude grand-aunt,
O then sae lat it be;
I said naething to your gude grand-aunt
But what I’ll say to thee.

42 ‘I woud fain see the one, I said,
O low station or hie,
Wha woud take this bairn frae my foot,
For him I bowed the knee.

43 ‘I woud fain see the one, I said,
O low station or mean,
Woud take this bairn frae my foot
Whom I own to be mine.’

44 ‘O if I had some counsellers here,
And clerks to seal the band,
I woud infeft your son this day
In third part o my land.’

45 ‘I hae two couzins, Scottish clerks,
Wi bills into their hand,
An ye’ll infeft my son this day
In third part o your land.’

46 Then he calld in her Scottish clerks,
Wi bills into their hand,
And he’s infeft his son that day
The third part o his land.

47 To ane o these young clerks she spoke,
Clerk John it was his name;
Says, Of my son I gie you charge
Till I return again.

48 ‘Ye’ll take here my son, clerk John,
Learn him to dance and sing,
And I will to some unco land,
Drive love out of my mind.

49 ‘And ye’ll take here my son, clerk John,
Learn him to hunt the roe,
And I will to some unco land;
Now lat Sir Patrick go.

50 ‘But I’ll cause this knight at church-door stand,
For a’ his noble train;
For selling o his precious soul
Dare never come farther ben.’

Version C

1 ALL young maidens fair and gay,
Whatever your station be,
Never lay your love upon a man
Above your own degree.

2 I speak it all by Bird Isabel;
She was her father’s dear,
She laid her love on Earl Patrick,
Which she rues ever mair.

3 ‘Oh, we began a wark, Patrick,
That we two cannot end;
Go you unto the outer stair
And call some women in.’

4 He’s gone unto the outer stair,
And up in it did stand,
And did bring in eleven ladies,
With one sign of his hand.

5 He did him to the doctor’s shop,
As fast as he could gang,
But ere the doctor could get there
Bird Isabel bore a son.

6 But he has courted a duke’s daughter,
Lived far beyont the sea;
Burd Isabel’s parents were but mean,
That had not gear to gie.

7 He has courted a duke’s daughter,
Lived far beyond the foam;
Burd Isabel was a mean woman,
And tocher she had none.

8 Now it fell once upon a day
His wedding day was come;
He’s hied him to his great-grand-aunt,
As fast as he could gang.

9 Says, Will you go this errand, aunt?
Go you this errand for me,
And if I live and bruick my life
I will go as far for thee.

10 ‘Go and bring me Bird Isbel’s son,
Dressed in silks so fine,
And if he live to be a man
He shall heir all my land.’

11 Now she went hailing to the door,
And hailing ben the floor,
And Isabel styled her madame,
And she, her Isabel dear.

12 ‘I came to take Earl Patrick’s son,
To dress in silks so fine;
For if he live to be a man
He is to heir his land.’

13 ‘Oh is there ever a woman,’ she said,
‘Of high station or mean,
Daur take this bairn from my knee?
For he is called mine.

14 ‘Oh is there ever a woman,’ she said,
‘Of mean station or hie,
Daur tak this bairn frae my foot?
For him I bowed my knee.’

15 His aunt went hailing to his door,
And hailing ben the floor,
And she has styled him, Patrick,
And [he] her, aunty dear.

16 She says, I have been east and west,
And far beyond the sea,
But Isabel is the boldest woman
That ever my eyes did see.

17 ‘You surely dream, my aunty dear,
For that can never be;
Burd Isabel’s not a bold woman,
She never was bold to me.’

18 Now he went hailing to her door,
And hailing ben the floor,
And she has styled him, Patrick,
And he her, Isabel dear.

19 ‘O ye have angered my great-grand-aunt;
You know she’s a lady free;’
‘I said naught to your great-grand-aunt
But what I’ll say to thee.

20 ‘Oh is there ever a woman, I said,
Of high station or mean,
Daur tak this bairn from my knee?
For he is called mine.

21 ‘Oh is there ever a woman, I said,
Of mean station or hie,
Daur tak this bairn from my foot?
For him I bowed my knee.

22 ‘But I’ll cause you stand at good church-door,
For all your noble train;
For selling of your precious soul,
You shall not get further ben.’

258. Broughty Wa's

1 BURD HELEN was her mother’s dear,
Her father’s heir to be;
He was the laird of Broughty walls,
And the provost o Dundee.

2 Burd Helen she was much admired
By all that were round about;
Unto Hazelan she was betrothed,
Her virgin days were out.

3 Glenhazlen was a comely youth,
And virtuous were his friends;
He left the schools o bonny Dundee
And on to Aberdeen.

4 It fell upon a Christmas Day
Burd Helen was left alone
For to keep her father’s towers;
They stand two miles from town.

5 Glenhazlen’s on to Broughty Walls,
Was thinking to win in;
But the wind it blew, and the rain dang on
And wat him to the skin.

6 He was very well entertaind,
Baith for his bed and board,
Till a band o men surrounded them,
Well armd wi spear and sword.

7 They hurried her along wi them,
Lockd up her maids behind;
They threw the keys out-ower the walls,
That none the plot might find.

8 They hurried her along wi them,
Ower mony a rock and glen,
But, all that they could say or do.
From weepimg would not refrain.

9 ‘The Hiland hill are hie, hie hills,
The Hiland hills are hie;
They are no like the banks o Tay,
Or bonny town o Dundee.’

10 It fell out ance upon a day
They went to take the air;
She threw hersell upon the stream,
Against wind and despair.

11 It was sae deep he coudna wide,
Boats werna to be found,
But he leapt in after himsell,
And sunk down like a stone.

12 Se kilted up her green claiding
A little below her knee,
And never rest nor was undrest
Till she reachd again Dundee.

13 ‘I learned this at Broughty Walls,
At Broughty near Dundee,
That if water were my prison strong
I would swim for libertie.’

259. Lord Thomas Stuart

1 THOMAS STUART was a lord,
A lord of mickle land;
He used to wear a coat of gold,
But now his grave is green.

2 Now he has wooed the young countess,
The Countess of Balquhin,
An given her for a morning-gift
Strathboggie and Aboyne.

3 But women’s wit is aye willful,
Alas that ever it was sae!
She longed to see the morning-gift
That her gude lord to her gae.

4 When steeds were saddled an weel bridled,
An ready for to ride,
There came a pain on that gude lord,
His back, likewise his side.

5 He said, Ride on, my lady fair,
May goodness be your guide!
For I’m sae sick and weary that
No farther can I ride.

6 Now ben did come his father dear,
Wearing a golden band;
Says, Is there nae leech in Edinburgh
Can cure my son from wrang?

7 ‘O leech is come, an leech is gane,
Yet, father, I’m aye waur;
There’s not a leech in Edinbro
Can death from me debar.

8 ‘But be a friend to my wife, father,
Restore to her her own;
Restore to her my morning-gift,
Strathboggie and Aboyne.

9 ‘It had been gude for my wife, father,
To me she’d born a son;
He would have got my land an rents,
Where they lie out an in.

10 ‘It had been gude for my wife, father,
To me she’d born an heir;
He would have got my lands an rents,
Where they lie fine and fair.’

11 The steeds they strave into their stables,
The boys could’nt get them bound;
The hounds lay howling on the leech,
Cause their master was behind.

12 ‘I dreamed a dream since late yestreen,
I wish it may be good,
That our chamber was full of swine,
An our bed full of blood.’

13 I saw a woman come from the West,
Full sore wringing her hands,
And aye she cried, Ohon, alas!
My good lord’s broken bands.

14 As she came by my good lord’s bower,
Saw mony black steeds an brown:
‘I’m feared it be mony unco lords
Havin my love from town!’

15 As she came by my gude lord’s bower,
Saw mony black steeds an grey:
‘I’m feared it’s mony unco lords
Havin my love to the clay!’

260. Lord Thomas and Lady Margaret

Version A

1 LORD THOMAS is to the hunting gone,
To hunt the fallow deer;
Lady Margaret’s to the greenwood shaw,
To see her lover hunt there.

2 He has looked over his left shoulder,
To see what might be seen,
And there he saw Lady Margaret,
As she was riding her lane.

3 He called on his servants all,
By one, by two, by three:
‘Go hunt, go hunt that wild woman,
Go hunt her far from me!’

4 They hunted her high, they hunted her low,
They hunted her over the plain,
And the red scarlet robes Lady Margaret had on
Would never be mended again.

5 They hunted her high, they hunted her low,
They hunted her over the plain,
Till at last she spy’d a tall young man,
As he was riding alane.

6 ‘Some relief, some relief, thou tall young man!
Some relief I pray thee grant me!
For I am a lady deep wronged in love,
And chased from my own countrie.’

7 ‘No relief, no relief, thou lady fair,
No relief will I grant unto thee
Till once thou renounce all the men in the world
My wedded wife for to be.’

8 Then he set her on a milk-white steed,
Himself upon a gray,
And he has drawn his hat over his face,
And chearfully they rode away.

9 Lady Margaret was at her bower-window,
Sewing her silken seam,
And there she spy’d, like a wandering bodie,
Lord Thomas begging alane.

10 ‘Dome relief, some relief, thou lady fair!
Some relief, I pray thee grant me!
For I am a puir auld doited carle,
And banishd from my ain countrie.’

11 ‘No relief, no relief, thou perjured man,
No relief will I grant unto thee;
For oh, if I had thee within my bower,
There hanged dead thou would be.’

12 ‘No such thing, Lady Margaret,’ he said,
‘Such a thing would never be;
For with my broadsword I would kill thy wedded lord,
And carry thee far off with me.’

13 ‘Oh no, no! Lord Thomas,’ she said,
‘Oh, no such things must be;
For I have wine in my cellars,
And you must drink with me.’

14 Lady Margaret then called her servants all,
By one, by two, by three:
‘Go fetch me the bottles of blude-red wine,
That Lord Thomas may drink with me.’

15 They brought her the bottles of blude-red wine,
By one, by two, by three,
And with her fingers long and small
She poisond them all three.

16 She took the cup in her lilly-white hand,
Betwixt her finger and her thumb,
She put it to her red rosy lips,
But never a drop went down.

17 Then he took the cup in his manly hand,
Betwixt his finger and his thumb,
He put it to his red rosy lips,
And so merrily it ran down.

18 ‘Oh, I am wearied drinking with thee, Margaret!
I am wearied drinking with thee!’
‘And so was I,’ Lady Margaret said,
‘When thou hunted thy hounds after me.’

19 ‘But I will bury thee, Lord Thomas,’ she said,
‘Just as if thou wert one of my own;
And when that my good lord comes home
I will say thou’s my sister’s son.’

Version B

1 CLERK TAMAS lovd her fair Annie
As well as Mary lovd her son;
But now he hates her fair Annie,
And hates the lands that she lives in.

2 ‘Ohon, alas!’ said fair Annie,
‘Alas! this day I fear I’ll die;
But I will on to sweet Tamas,
And see gin he will pity me.’

3 As Tamas lay ower his shott-window,
Just as the sun was gaen down,
There he beheld her fair Annie,
As she came walking to the town.

4 ‘O where are a’ my well-wight men,
I wat, that I pay meat and fee,
For to lat a’ my hounds gang loose
To hunt this vile whore to the sea.’

5 The hounds they knew the lady well,
And nane o them they woud her bite,
Save ane that is ca’d Gaudywhere,
I wat he did the lady smite.

6 ‘O wae mat worth ye, Gaudywhere!
An ill reward this is to me;
For ae bit that I gae the lave,
I’m very sure I’ve gien you three.

7 ‘For me, alas! there’s nae remeid,
Here comes the day that I maun die;
I ken ye lovd your master well,
And sae, alas for me! did I.’

8 A captain lay ower his ship-window,
Just as the sun was gaen down;
There he beheld her fair Annie,
As she was hunted frae the town.

9 ‘Gin ye’ll forsake father and mither,
And sae will ye your friends and kin,
Gin ye’ll forsake your lands sae broad,
Then come and I will take you in.’

10 ‘Yes, I’ll forsake baith father and mither,
And sae will I my friends and kin;
Yes, I’ll forsake my lands sae broad,
And come gin ye will take me in.’

11 Then a’ thing gaed frae fause Tamas,
And there was naething byde him wi;
Then he thought lang for Arrandella,
It was fair Annie for to see.

12 ‘How do ye now, ye sweet Tamas?
And how gaes a’ in your countrie?’
‘I’ll do better to you than ever I’ve done,
Fair Annie, gin ye’ll come an see.’

13 ‘O Guid Forbid,’ said fair Annie,
‘That e’er the like fa in my hand!
Woud I forsake my ain gude lord
And follow you, a gae-through-land?

14 ‘Yet nevertheless now, sweet Tamas,
Ye’ll drink a cup o wine wi me,
And nine times in the live lang day
Your fair claithing shall changed be.’

15 Fair Annie pat it till her cheek,
Sae did she till her milk-white chin,
Sae did she till her flattering lips,
But never a drap o wine gaed in.

16 Tamas put it till his cheek,
Sae did he till he dimpled chin;
He pat it till his rosy lips,
And then the well o wine gaed in.

17 ‘These pains,’ said he, ‘are ill to bide;
Here is the day that I maun die;
O take this cup frae me, Annie,
For o the same I am weary.’

18 ‘And sae was I o you, Tamas,
When I was hunted to the sea;
But I’se gar bury you in state,
Which is mair than ye’d done to me.’

261. Lady Isabel

1 ’TWAS early on a May morning
Lady Isabel combd her hair;
But little kent she, or the morn
She woud never comb it mair.

2 ’Twas early on a May morning
Lady Isabel rang the keys;
But little kint she, or the morn
A fey woman she was.

3 Ben it came her step-mother,
As white ’s the lily flower:
‘It’s tauld me this day, Isabel,
You are your father’s whore.’

4 ‘O them that tauld you that, mother,
I wish they neer drink wine;
For if I be the same woman
My ain sell drees the pine.

5 ‘And them that’s tauld you that, mother,
I wish they neer drink ale;
For if I be the same woman
My ain sell drees the dail.’

6 ‘It may be very well seen, Isabel,
It may be very well seen;
He buys to you the damask gowns,
To me the dowie green.’

7 ‘Ye are of age and I am young,
And young amo my flowers;
The fairer that my claithing be,
The mair honour is yours.

8 ‘I hae a love beyond the sea,
And far ayont the faem;
For ilka gown my father buys me,
My ain luve sends me ten.’

9 ‘Come ben, come ben now, Lady Isabel,
And drink the wine wi me;
I hae twa jewels in ae coffer,
And nae o them I’ll gie [ye].’

10 ‘Stay still, stay still, my mother dear,
Stay still a little while,
Till I gang into Marykirk;
It’s but a little mile.’

11 When she gaed on to Marykirk,
And into Mary’s quire,
There she saw her ain mother
Sit in a gowden chair.

12 ‘O will I leave the lands, mother?
Or shall I sail the sea?
Or shall I drink this dowie drink
That is prepar’d for me?’

13 ‘Ye winna leave the lands, daughter,
Nor will ye sail the sea,
But ye will drink this dowie drink
This woman’s prepar’d for thee.

14 ‘Your bed is made in a better place
Than ever hers will be,
And ere ye’re cauld into the room
Ye will be there wi me.’

15 ‘Come in, come in now, Lady Isabel,
And drink the wine wi me;
I hae twa jewels in ae coffer,
And ane o them I’ll gie [ye].’

16 ‘Stay still, stay still, my mother dear,
Stay still a little wee,
Till I gang to yon garden green,
My Maries a’ to see.’

17 To some she gae the broach, the broach,
To some she gae a ring;
But wae befa her step-mother!
To her she gae nae thing.

18 ‘Come in, come in now, Lady Isabel,
And drink the wine wi me;
I hae twa jewels in ae coffer,
And ane o them I’ll gie [ye].’

19 Slowly to the bower she came,
And slowly enterd in,
And being full o courtesie,
Says, Begin, mother, begin.

20 She put it till her cheek, her cheek,
Sae did she till her chin,
Sae did she till her fu fause lips,
But never a drap gaed in.

21 Lady Isabel put it till her cheek,
Sae did she till her chin,
Sae did she till her rosy lips,
And the rank poison gaed in.

22 ‘O take this cup frae me, mother,
O take this cup frae me;
My bed is made in a better place
Than ever yours will be.

23 ‘My bed is in the heavens high,
Amang the angels fine;
But yours is in the lowest hell,
To drie torment and pine.’

24 Nae moan was made for Lady Isabel
In bower where she lay dead,
But a’ was for that ill woman,
In the fields mad she gaed.

262. Lord Livingston

1 IT fell about the Lammas time,
When wightsmen won their hay,
A’ the squires in merry Linkum
Went a’ forth till a play.

2 They playd until the evening tide,
The sun was gaeing down;
A lady thro plain fields was bound,
A lily leesome thing.

3 Two squires that for this lady pledged,
In hopes for a renown,
The one was calld the proud Seaton,
The other Livingston.

4 ‘When will ye, Michaell o Livingston,
Wad for this lady gay?’
‘To-morrow, to-morrow,’ said Livingston,
‘To-morrow, if you may.’

5 Then they hae wadded their wagers,
And laid their pledges down;
To the high castle o Edinbro
They made them ready boun.

6 The chamber that they did gang in,
There it was daily dight;
The kipples were like the gude red gowd,
As they stood up in hight,
And the roof-tree like the siller white,
And shin’d like candles bright.

7 The lady fair into that ha
Was comly to be seen;
Her kirtle was made o the pa,
Her gowns seemd o the green.

8 Her gowns seemd like green, like green,
Her kirtle o the pa;
A siller wand intill her hand,
She marshalld ower them a’.

9 She gae every knight a lady bright,
And every squire a may;
Her own sell chose him Livingston,
They were a comely tway.

10 Then Seaton started till his foot,
The fierce flame in his ee:
‘On the next day, wi sword in hand,
On plain fields meet ye me.’

11 When bells were rung, and mass was sung,
And a’ man bound for bed,
Lord Livingston and his fair dame
In bed were sweetly laid.

12 The bed, the bed where they lay in
Was coverd wi the pa;
A covering o the gude red gowd
Lay nightly ower the twa.

13 So they lay there, till on the morn
The sun shone on their feet;
Then up it raise him Livingston
To draw to him a weed.

14 The first an weed that he drew on
Was o the linen clear;
The next an weed that he drew on,
It was a weed o weir.

15 The niest an weed that he drew on
Was gude iron and steel;
Twa gloves o plate, a gowden helmet,
Became that hind chiel weel.

16 Then out it speaks that lady gay-+--+-
A little forbye stood she-+--+-
‘I’ll dress mysell in men’s array,
Gae to the fields for thee.’

17 ‘O God forbid,’ said Livingston,
‘That eer I dree the shame;
My lady slain in plain fields,
And I coward knight at hame!’

18 He scarcely travelled frae the town
A mile but barely twa
Till he met wi a witch-woman,
I pray to send her wae!

19 ‘This is too gude a day, my lord,
To gang sae far frae town;
This is too gude a day, my lord,
On field to make you boun.

20 ‘I dreamd a dream concerning thee,
O read ill dreams to guid!
Your bower was full o milk-white swans,
Your bride’s bed full o bluid.’

21 ‘O bluid is gude,’ said Livingston,
‘To bide it whoso may;
If I be frae yon plain fields,
Nane knew the plight I lay.’

22 Then he rade on to plain fields
As swift’s his horse coud hie,
And ther he met the proud Seaton,
Come boldly ower the lee.

23 ‘Come on to me now, Livingston,
Or then take foot and flee;
This is the day that we must try
Who gains the victorie.’

24 Then they fought with sword in hand
Till they were bluidy men;
But on the point o Seaton’s sword
Brave Livingston was slain.

25 His lady lay ower castle-wa,
Beholding dale and down,
When Blenchant brave, his gallant steed,
Came prancing to the town.

26 ‘O where is now my ain gude lord
He stays sae far frae me?’
‘O dinna ye see your ain gude lord
Stand bleeding by your knee?’

27 ‘O live, O live, Lord Livingston,
The space o ae half hour,
There’s nae a leech in Edinbro town
But I’ll bring to your door.’

28 ‘Awa wi your leeches, lady,’ he said,
‘Of them I’ll be the waur;
There’s nae a leech in Edinbro town
That can strong death debar.

29 ‘Ye’ll take the lands o Livingston
And deal them liberallie,
To the auld that may not, the young that cannot,
And blind that does na see,
And help young maidens’ marriages,
That has nae gear to gie.’

30 ‘My mother got it in a book,
The first night I was born,
I woud be wedded till a knight,
And him slain on the morn.

31 ‘But I will do for my love’s sake
What ladies woudna thole;
Ere seven years shall hae an end,
Nae shoe’s gang on my sole.

32 ‘There’s never lint gang on my head,
Nor kame gang in my hair,
Nor ever coal nor candle-light
Shine in my bower mair.’

33 When seven years were near an end,
The lady she thought lang,
And wi a crack her heart did brake,
And sae this ends my sang.

263. The New-Slain Knight

1 MY heart is lighter than the poll;
My folly made me glad,
As on my rambles I went out,
Near by a garden-side.

2 I walked on, and father on,
Love did my heart engage;
There I spied a well-faird maid,
Lay sleeping near a hedge.

3 Then I kissd her with my lips
And stroked her with my hand:
‘Win up, win up, ye well-faird maid,
This day ye sleep oer lang.

4 ‘This dreary sight that I hae seen
Unto my heart gives pain;
At the south side o your father’s garden,
I see a knight lies slain.’

5 ‘O what like was his hawk, his hawk?
Or what like was his hound?
And what like was the trusty brand
This new-slain knight had on?’

6 ‘His hawk and hound were from him gone,
His steed tied to a tree;
A bloody brand beneath his head,
And on the ground lies he.’

7 ‘O what like was his hose, his hose?
And what like was his shoon?
And what like was the gay clothing
This new-slain knight had on?’

8 ‘His coat was of the red scarlet,
His waistcoat of the same;
His hose were of the bonny black,
And shoon laced with cordin.

9 ‘Bonny was his yellow hair,
For it was new combd down;’
Then, sighing sair, said the lady fair,
‘I combd it late yestreen.

10 ‘O wha will shoe my fu fair foot?
Or wha will glove my hand?
Or wha will father my dear bairn,
Since my love’s dead and gane?’

11 ‘O I will shoe your fu fair foot,
And I will glove your hand;
And I’ll be father to your bairn,
Since your love’s dead and gane.’

12 ‘I winna father my bairn,’ she said,
‘Upon an unkent man;
I’ll father it on the King of Heaven,
Since my love’s dead and gane.’

13 The knight he knackd his white fingers,
The lady tore her hair;
He’s drawn the mask from off his face,
Says, Lady, mourn nae mair.

14 ‘For ye are mine, and I am thine,
I see your love is true;
And if I live and brook my life
Ye’se never hae cause to rue.’

264. The White Fisher

1 ‘IT is a month, and isna mair,
Love, sin I was at thee,
But find a stirring in your side;
Who may the father be?

2 ‘Is it to a lord of might,
Or baron of high degree?
Or is it to the little wee page
That rode along wi me?’

3 ‘It is not to a man of might,
Nor baron of high degree,
But it is to a popish priest;
My lord, I winna lie.

4 ‘He got me in my bower alone,
As I sat pensively;
He vowed he would forgive my sins,
If I would him obey.’

5 Now it fell ance upon a day
This young lord went from home,
And great and heavy were the pains
That came this lady on.

6 Then word has gane to her gude lord,
As he sat at the wine,
And when the tidings he did hear
Then he came singing hame.

7 When he came to his own bower-door,
He tirled at the pin:
‘Sleep ye, wake ye, my gay lady,
Ye’ll let your gude lord in.’

8 Huly, huly raise she up,
And slowly put she on,
And slowly came she to the door;
She was a weary woman.

9 ‘Ye’ll take up my son, Willie,
That ye see here wi me,
And hae him down to yon shore-side,
And throw him in the sea.

10 ‘Gin he sink, ye’ll let him sink,
Gin he swim, ye’ll let him swim;
And never let him return again
Till white fish he bring hame.’

11 Then he’s taen up his little young son,
And rowd him in a band,
And he is on to his mother,
As fast as he could gang.

12 ‘Ye’ll open the door, my mother dear,
Ye’ll open, let me come in;
My young son is in my arms twa,
And shivering at the chin.’

13 ‘I tauld you true, my son Willie,
When ye was gaun to ride,
That lady was an ill woman
That ye chose for your bride.’

14 ‘O hold your tongue, my mother dear,
Let a’ your folly be;
I wat she is a king’s daughter
That’s sent this son to thee.

15 ‘I wat she was a king’s daughter
I loved beyond the sea,
And if my lady hear of this
Right angry will she be.’

16 ‘If that be true, my son Willie-+--+-
Your ain tongue winna lie-+--+-
Nae waur to your son will be done
Than what was done to thee.’

17 He’s gane hame to his lady,
And sair mourning was she:
‘What ails you now, my lady gay,
Ye weep sa bitterlie?’

18 ‘O bonny was the white fisher
That I sent to the sea;
But lang, lang will I look for fish
Ere white fish he bring me!

19 ‘O bonny was the white fisher
That ye kiest in the faem;
But lang, lang will I look for fish
Ere white fish he fetch hame!

20 ‘I fell a slumbering on my bed
That time ye went frae me,
And dreamd my young son filld my arms,
But when waked, he’s in the sea.’

21 ‘O hold your tongue, my gay lady,
Let a’ your mourning be,
And I’ll gie you some fine cordial,
My love, to comfort thee.’

22 ‘I value not your fine cordial,
Nor aught that ye can gie;
Who could hae drownd my bonny young son
Could as well poisin me.’

23 ‘Cheer up your heart, my lily flower,
Think nae sic ill o me;
Your young son’s in my mother’s bower,
Set on the nourice knee.

24 ‘Now, if ye’ll be a gude woman,
I’ll neer mind this to thee;
Nae waur is done to your young son
Than what was done to me.’

25 ‘Well fell’s me now, my ain gude lord;
These words do cherish me;
If it hadna come o yoursell, my lord,
’Twould neer hae come o me.’

265. The Knight's Ghost

1 ‘THERE is a fashion in this land,
And even come to this country,
That every lady should meet her lord
When he is newly come frae sea:

2 ‘Some wi hawks, and some wi hounds,
And other some wi gay monie;
Bit I will gae myself alone,
And set his young son on his knee.’

3 She’s taen her young son in her arms,
And nimbly walkd by yon sea-strand,
And there she spy’d her father’s ship,
As she was sailing to dry land.

4 ‘Where hae ye put my ain gude lord,
This day he stays sae far frae me?’
‘If ye be wanting your ain gude lord,
A sight o him ye’ll never see.’

5 ‘Was he brunt? or was he shot?
Or was he drowned in the sea?
Or what’s become o my ain gude lord,
That he will neer appear to me?’

6 ‘He wasna brunt, nor was he shot,
Nor was he drowned in the sea;
He was slain in Dunfermling,
A fatal day to you and me.’

7 ‘Come in, come in, my merry young men,
Come in and drink the wine wi me;
And a’ the better ye shall fare
For this gude news ye tell to me.’

8 She’s brought them down to yon cellar,
She brought them fifty steps and three;
She birled wi them the beer and wine,
Till they were as drunk as drunk could be.

9 Then she has lockd her cellar-door,
For there were fifty steps and three:
‘Lie there, wi my sad malison,
For this bad news ye’ve tauld to me.’

10 She’s taen the keys intill her hand
And threw them deep, deep in the sea:
‘Lie there, wi my sad malison,
Till my gude lord return to me.’

11 Then she sat down in her own room,
And sorrow lulld her fast asleep,
And up it starts her own gude lord,
And even at that lady’s feet.

12 ‘Take here the keys, Janet,’ he says,
‘That ye threw deep, deep in the sea;
And ye’ll relieve my merry young men,
For they’ve nane o the swick o me.

13 ‘They shot the shot, and drew the stroke,
And wad in red bluid to the knee;
Nae sailors mair for their lord coud do
Nor my young men they did for me.’

14 ‘I hae a question at you to ask,
Before that ye depart frae me;
You’ll tell to me what day I’ll die,
And what day will my burial be?’

15 ‘I hae nae mair o God’s power
Than he has granted unto me;
But come to heaven when ye will,
There porter to you I will be.

16 ‘But ye’ll be wed to a finer knight
Than ever was in my degree;
Unto him ye’ll hae children nine,
And six o them will be ladies free.

17 ‘The other three will be bold young men,
To fight for king and countrie;
The ane a duke, the second a knight,
And third a laird o lands sae free.’

266. John Thomson and the Turk

Version A

1 John Thomson fought against the Turks
Three years into a far country,
And all that time, and something more,
Was absent from his gay lady.

2 But it fell ance upon a time,
As this young chieftain sat alane,
He spied his lady in rich array,
As she walkd oer a rural plain.

3 ‘What brought you here, my lady gay,
So far awa from your own country?
I’ve thought lang, and very lang,
And all for your fair face to see.’

4 For some days she did with him stay,
Till it fell ance upon a day,
‘Farewell for a time,’ she said,
’For now i must bound home away.’

5 He’s gien to her a jewel fine,
Was set with pearl and precious stone;
Says, My love, beware fo these savages bold,
That’s on your way as ye go home.

6 Ye’ll take the road, my lady fair,
That leads you fair across the lee;
That keeps you from wild Hind Soldan,
And likewise from base Violentrie.

7 With heavy heart these two did part,
And minted as she would go home;
Hind Soldan by the Greeks was slain,
But to base Violentrie she’s gone.

8 When a twelvemonth had expired,
John Thomson he thought wondrous lang,
And he has written a broad letter,
And seald it well with his own hand.

9 He sent it along with a small vessel
That there was quickly going to sea,
And sent it on to fair Scotland,
To see about his gay ladie.

10 But the answer he received again,
The lines did grieve his heart right sair;
None of her friends there had her seen
For a twelvemonth and something mair.

11 Then he put on a palmer’s weed,
And took a pikestaff in his hand;
To Violentrie’s castle he hied,
But slowly, slowly he did gang.

12 When within the hall he came,
He joukd and couchd out-oer his tree:
‘If ye be lady of this hall,
Some of your good bountieth give me.’

13 ‘What news, what news, palmer?’ she said,
‘And from what countrie came ye?’
‘I’m lately come from Grecian plains,
Where lys some of the Scots army.’

14 ‘If ye be come from Grecian plains,
Some more news I will ask of thee;
Of one of the chieftains that lies there,
If he have lately seen his gay ladie.’

15 ‘It is twelve months and something more
Since we did part in yonder plain;
And now this knight has begun to fear
One of his foes he has her taen.’

16 ‘He has not taen me by force nor might,
It was all by my own free will;
He may tarry in the fight,
For here I mean to tarry still.

17 ‘And if John Thomson ye do see,
Tell him I wish him silent sleep;
His head was not so cozelie
Nor yet so well as lies at my feet.’

18 h that he threw [aff] his strange disguise,
Laid by the mask that he had on;
Said, Hide me now, my ladie fair,
For Violentrie will soon be home.

19 ‘For the love I bare thee once,
I’ll strive to hide you if I can;’
Then put him down to a dark cellar,
Where there lay mony a new slain man.

20 But he hadna in the cellar been
Not an hour but barely three,
Till hideous was the sound he heard;
Then in at the gates came Violentrie.

21 Says, I wish you well, my lady fair,
It’s time for us to sit and dine;
Come, serve me with the good white bread,
And likewise with the claret wine.

22 ‘That Scots chieftain, our mortal foe,
So oft from field has made us flee,
Ten thousand sequins this day I’d give
That I his face could only see.’

23 ‘Of that same gift would ye give me,
If I could bring him unto thee?
I fairly hold you at your word;
Come ben, John Thomson, to my lord.’

24 Then from the vault John Thomson came,
Wringing his hands most piteouslie;
‘What would ye do,’ the Turk he cried,
‘If ye had me, as I have thee?’

25 ‘If I had you, as ye have me,
I’ll tell you what I’d do to thee;
I’d hang you up in good greenwood,
And cause your own hand wile the tree.

26 ‘I meant to stick you with my knife,
For kissing my beloved wife;’
‘But that same weed ye’ve shaped for me,
It quickly shall be sewed for thee.’

27 Then to the wood they both are gone,
John Thomson clamb from tree to tree;
And aye he sighd, and said, Ohon!
Here comes the day that I must die!

28 He tied a ribbon on every branch,
Put up a flag his men might see;
But little did his false foe ken
He meant them any injurie.

29 He set his horn to his mouth,
And he has blawn baith loud and shrill;
And then three thousand armed men
Came tripping all out-oer the hill.

30 ‘Deliver us our chief!’ they all did cry,
‘It’s by our hand that ye must die!’
‘Here is your chief,’ the Turk replied,
With that fell on his bended knee.

31 ‘O mercy, mercy, good fellows all,
Mercy I pray you’ll grant to me!’
‘Such mercy as ye meant to give,
Such mercy we shall give to thee.’

32 This Turk they in his castle burnt,
That stood upon yon hill so hie;
John Thomson’s gay lady they took,
And hangd her on yon greenwood tree.

Version B

1 O cam ye in by the House o Rodes,
Or cam ye there away?
Or have [ye] seen Johne Tamson?
They say his wife has run away.

2 ‘O what wad ye do, Johne Tamson,
Gin ye had me as I hae thee?’
‘I wad tak ye to the gude green-wood,
And gar your ain hand weil the tree.’

3 Johne Tamson peeped and poorly spake
Untill he did his ain men see;
‘O by my sooth,’ quo Johne Tamson,
‘Methinks I see a coming tree.’

4 And they hae hanged that grim Soudan,
For a’ his mirth and meikle pride,
And sae hae they that ill woman,
Upon a scrogg-bush him beside.

267. The Heir of Linne

Version A

1 Off all the lords in faire Scottland
A song I will begin;
Amongst them all there dweld a lord
Which was the vnthrifty lord of Linne.

2 His father and mother were dead him froe,
And soe was the head of all his kinne;
To the cards and dice that he did run
He did neither cease no bl[i]nne.

3 To drinke the wine that was soe cleere,
With euery man he wold make merry;
And then bespake him Iohn of the Scales,
Vnto the heire of Linne sayd hee.

4 Sayes, How dost thou, Lord of Linne?
Doest either want gold or fee?
Wilt thou not sell they lands soe brode
To such a good fellow as me?

5 ‘Ffor . . I . ’.’ he said,
‘My land, take it vnto thee;’
‘I draw you to record, my lord[ ]s all;’
With that he cast him a god’s peny.

6 He told him the gold vpon the bord,
It wanted neuer a bare penny:
‘That gold is thine, the land is mine,
The heire of Linne I wilbee.’

7 ‘Heere’s gold inoughe,’ saithe the heire of Linne,
‘Both for me and my company:’
He drunke the wine that was soe cleere,
And with euery man he made merry.

8 With-in three quarters of a yeere
His gold and fee it waxed thinne,
His merry men were from him gone,
And left him himselfe all alone.

9 He had neuer a penny left in his pursse,
Neuer a penny [left] but three,
And one was brasse, and another was lead,
And another was white mony.

10 ‘Now well-aday!’ said the heire of Linne,
‘Now welladay, and woe is mee!
For when I was the lord of Linne,
I neither wanted gold nor fee.

11 ‘For I haue sold my lands soe broad,
And haue not left me one penny;
I must goe now and take some read
Vnto Edenborrow, and begg my bread.’

12 He had not beene in Edenborrow
Not three qwarters of a yeere,
But some did giue him, and some said nay,
And some bid ’To the deele gang yee!

13 ‘For if we shold hang any landles feer,
The first we wold begin with thee.’
‘Now welladay!’ said the heire of Linne,
‘No[w] welladay, and woe is mee!

14 ‘For now I have sold my lands soe broad,
That mery man is irke with mee;
But when that I was the lord of Linne,
Then on my land I liued merrily.

15 ‘And now I have sold my land soe broade
That I haue not left me one pennye!
God be with my father!’ he said,
‘On his land he liued merrily.’

16 Still in a study there as he stood,
He vnbethought him of [a] bill;
He vnbethought him of [a] bill
Which his father had left with him.

17 Bade him he shold neuer on it looke
Till he was in extreame neede,
‘And by my faith,’ said the heire of Linne,
‘Then now I had neuer more neede.’

18 He tooke the bill, and looked it on,
Good comfort that he found there;
Itt told him of a castle wall
Where there stood three chests in feare.

19 Two were full of the beaten gold,
The third was full of white mony;
He turned then downe his baggs of bread,
And filled them full of gold soe red.

20 Then he did neuer cease nor blinne
Till Ihon of the Scales house he did winne.
When that he came to Iohn of the Scales,
Vpp at the speere he looked then.

21 There sate three lords vpon a rowe,
And Iohn o the Scales sate at the bord’s head,
And Iohn o the Scales sate at the bord’s head,
Because he was the lord of Linne.

22 And then bespake the heire of Linne,
To Iohn o the Scales’ wiffe thus sayd hee:
Sayd, Dame, wilt thou not trust me one shott
That I may sitt downe in this company?

23 ‘Now, Christ’s curse on my head,’ shee said,
‘If I doe trust thee one pennye;
Then be-spake a good fellowe,
Which sate by Iohn o the Scales his knee.

24 Said, Haue thou here, thou heire of Linne,
Forty pence I will lend thee;
Some time a good fellow thou hast beene;
And other forty if neede bee.

25 Th dru[n]ken wine that was soe cleere,
And euery man th made merry;
And then bespake him Iohn o the Scales,
Vnto the lord of Linne said hee.

26 Said, How doest thou, heire of Linne,
Since I did buy thy lands of thee?
I will sell it to thee twenty pound better cheepe
Nor euer I did buy it of thee.

27 ‘I draw you to recorde, lord[ ]s all,’
With that he cast him [a] god’s penny;
Then he tooke to his baggs of bread,
And they were full of the gold soe redd.

28 He told him the gold then over the borde,
It wanted neuer a broad pennye:
’that gold is thine, the land is mine,
And the heire of Linne againe I wilbee.’

29 ‘Now welladay!’ said Iohn o the Scales’ wife,
‘Welladay, and woe is me!
Yesterday I was the lady of Linne,
And now I am but Iohn o the Scales’ wiffe!’

30 Saies, Haue thou heere, thou good fellow,
Forty pence thou did lend me,
Forty pence thou did lend me,
And forty pound I will giue thee.

31 ‘Ile make thee keeper of my forrest
Both of the wild deere and the tame,’
. . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . .

32 But then bespake the heire of Linne,
These were the words, and thus said hee,
Christs curse light vpon my crowne
If ere my land stand in any ieopardye!

Version B

1 ‘The bonny heir, and the well-faird heir,
And the weary heir o Linne,
Yonder he stands at his father’s yetts,
And naebody bids him come in.

2 ‘O see for he gangs, an see for he stands,
The weary heir o Linne!
O see for he stands on the cauld casey,
And nae an bids him come in!

3 ‘But if he had been his father’s heir,
Or yet the heir o Linne,
He wadna stand on the cauld casey,
Some an woud taen him in.’

4 ‘Sing ower again that sang, nourice,
The sang ye sung just now;’
‘I never sung a sang in my life
But I woud sing ower to you.

5 ‘O see for he gangs, an see for he stands,
The weary heir o Linne!
O see for he stands on the cauld casey,
An nae an bids him come in!

6 ‘But if he had been his father’s heir,
Or yet the heir o Linne,
He woudna stand on the cauld casye,
Some an woud taen him in.

7 ‘When his father’s lands a selling were,
His claise lay well in fauld,
But now he wanders on the shore,
Baith hungry, weet, and cauld.’

8 As Willie he gaed down the town,
The gentlemen were drinking;
Some bade gie Willie a glass, a glass,
And some bade him gie nane,
Some bade gie Willie a glass, a glass,
The weary heir o Linne.

9 As Willie he came up the town,
The fishers were a’ sitting;
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.

10 He turned him right and round about,
As will as a woman’s son,
And taen his cane into his hand,
And on his way to Linne.

11 His nourice at her window lookd,
Beholding dale and down,
And she beheld this distressd young man
Come walking to the town.

12 ‘Come here, come here, Willie,’ she said,
‘And rest yoursel wi me;
I hae seen you in better days,
And in jovial companie.’

13 ‘Gie me a sheave o your bread, nourice,
And a bottle o your wine,
And I’ll pay you it a’ ower again,
When I’m laird o Linne.’

14 ‘Ye’se get a sheave o my bread, Willie,
And a bottle o my wine,
But ye’ll pay me when the seas gang dry,
For ye’ll neer be heir o Linne.’

15 Then he turnd him right and round about,
As will as woman’s son,
And aff he set, and bent his way,
And straightway came to Linne.

16 But when he came to that castle,
They were set down to dine;
A score o nobles there he saw,
Sat drinking at the wine.

17 Then some bade gie him beef, the beef,
And some bade gie him the bane;
And some bade gie him naething at a’,
But lat the palmer gang.

18 Then out it speaks the new-come laird,
A saucy word spake hee;
‘Put round the cup, gie my rival a sup,
Let him fare on his way.’

19 Then out it speaks Sir Ned Magnew,
Ane o young Willie’s kin;
‘This youth was ance a sprightly boy
As ever lived in Linne.’

20 He turned him right and round about,
As will as woman’s son,
Then minded him on a little wee key,
That his mother left to him.

21 His mother left [him] this little wee key
A little before she died;
And bade him keep this little wee key
Till he was in maist need.

22 Then forth he went, these nobles left,
All drinkin’ in the room,
Wi walking rod intill his hand,
He walked the castle roun.

23 There he found out a little door,
For there the key slipped in,
And there [he] got as muckle red gowd
As freed the lands o Linne.

24 Back through the nobles then he went,
A saucy man was then:
‘I’ll take the cup frae this new-come laird,
For he neer bade me sit down.’

25 Then out it speaks the new-come laird,
He spake wi mock an jeer;
‘I’d gie a seat to the laird o Linne,
Sae be that he were here.

26 ‘When the lands o Linne a selling were,
A’ men said they were free;
This lad shall hae them frae me this day,
If he’ll gie the third pennie.’

27 ‘I take ye witness, nobles a’,
Guide witnesses ye’ll be;
I’m promisd the lands o Linne this day,
If I gie the third pennie.’

28 ‘Ye’ve taen us witness, Willie,’ they said,
‘Guide witnesses we’ll be;’
‘Buy the lands o Linne who likes,
They’ll neer be bought by thee.’

29 He’s done him to a gaming-table,
For it stood fair and clean;
There he tauld down as much rich gowd
As freed the lands o Linne.

30 Thus having done, he turnd about,
A saucy man was he;
‘Take up your monie, my lad,’ he says,
‘Take up your third pennie.

31 ‘Aft hae I gane wi barefeet cauld,
Likewise wi legs full bare,
An mony days walkd at these yetts
Wi muckle dool and care.

32 ‘But now my sorrow’s past and gane,
And joy’s returned to me,
And here i’ve gowd enough forbye,
Ahin this third pennie.’

33 As Willie he gaed down the town,
There he crawd wonderous crouse;
He calld the may afore them a’,
The nourice o the house,

34 ‘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.’

35 As he gaed up the Gallowgate port,
His hose abeen his sheen;
But lang ere he came down again
Was convoyed by lords fifeteen.

268. The Twa Knights

1 There were twa knights in fair Scotland,
And they were brothers sworn;
They made a vow to be as true
As if they’d been brothers born.

2 The one he was a wealthy knight,
Had lands and buildings free;
The other was a young hynde squire,
In rank of lower degree.

3 But it fell ance upon a day
These squires they walkd alone,
And to each other they did talk
About the fair women.

4 ‘O wed a may,’ the knight did say,
‘For your credit and fame;
Lay never your love on lemanry,
Bring nae gude woman to shame.’

5 ‘There’s nae gude women,’ the squire did say,
‘Into this place but nine;’
‘O well falls me,’ the knight replied,
‘For ane o them is mine.’

6 ‘Ye say your lady’s a gude woman,
But I say she is nane;
I think that I could gain her love
Ere six months they are gane.

7 ‘If ye will gang six months away,
And sail upon the faem,
Then I will gain your lady’s love
Before that ye come hame.’

8 ‘O I’ll gang till a far countrie,
And far beyond the faem,
And ye winna gain my lady’s love
Whan nine lang months are gane.’

9 When the evening sun did set,
And day came to an end,
In then came the lady’s gude lord,
Just in at yon town’s end.

10 ‘O comely are ye, my lady gay,
Sae fair and rare to see;
I wish whan I am gane away
Ye keep your mind to me.’

11 She gae ’m a bason to wash in,
It shin’d thro a’ the ha;
But aye as she gaed but and ben
She loot the saut tears fa.

12 ‘I wonder what ails my gude lord
He has sic jealousie;
Never when we parted before,
He spak sic words to me.’

13 When cocks did craw, and day did daw,
This knight was fair at sea;
Then in it came the young hynde squire,
To work him villanie.

14 ‘I hae a coffer o gude red gowd,
Another o white monie;
I woud gie you ’t a’, my gay lady,
To lye this night wi me.’

15 ‘If ye warna my lord’s brother,
And him sae far frae hame,
Even before my ain bower-door
I’d gar hang you on a pin.’

16 He’s gane frae the lady’s bower,
Wi the saut tear in his ee,
And he is to his foster-mother
As fast as gang coud he.

17 ‘There is a fancy in my head
That I’ll reveal to thee,
And your assistance I will crave
If ye will grant it me.

18 ‘I’ve fifty guineas in my pocket,
I’ve fifty o them and three,
And if ye’ll grant what I request
Ye’se hae them for your fee.’

19 ‘Speak on, speak on, ye gude hynde squire,
What may your asking be?
I kenna wha woud be sae base
As nae serve for sic a fee.’

20 ‘O I hae wagerd wi my brother,
When he went to the faem,
That I woud gain his lady’s love
Ere six months they were gane.

21 ‘To me he laid his lands at stake
Tho he were on the faem,
I wudna gain his lady’s love
Whan nine lang months were gane.

22 ‘Now I hae tried to gain her love,
But finds it winna do;
And here I’m come, as ye her know,
To seek some help frae you.

23 ‘For I did lay my life at stake,
Whan my brother went frae hame,
That I woud gain his lady’s love
Whan he was on the faem.’

24 But when the evening sun was set,
And day came to an end,
In it came that fause carline,
Just in at yon town’s end.

25 ‘O comely are ye, my gay lady,
Your lord is on the faem;
Yon unco squire will gain your love,
Before that he come hame.’

26 ‘Forbid it,’ said the lady fair,
‘That eer the like shoud be,
That I woud wrang my ain gude lord,
And him sae far at sea.’

27 ‘O comely are ye, my gay lady,
Stately is your fair bodie;
Your lovely visage is far chang’d,
That is best known to me.

28 ‘You’re sair dune out for want o sleep
Sin your lord went to sea;
Unless that ye do cease your grief,
It will your ruin be.

29 ‘You’ll send your maids unto the hay,
Your young men unto the corn;
I’ll gar ye sleep as soun a sleep
As the night that ye were born.’

30 She sent her maids to ted the hay,
Her men to shear the corn,
And she gard her sleep as soun a sleep
As the night that she was born.

31 She rowd that lady in the silk,
Laid her on holland sheets;
Wi fine enchanting melodie,
She lulld her fast asleep.

32 She lockd the yetts o that castle
Wi thirty locks and three,
Then went to meet the young hynde squire
To him the keys gae she.

33 s opend the locks o that castle,
Were thirty and were three,
And he’s gane where that lady lay,
And thus to her said he.

34 ‘O wake, O wake, ye gay lady,
O wake and speak to me;
I hae it fully in my power
To come to bed to thee.’

35 ‘For to defile my husband’s bed,
I woud think that a sin;
As soon as this lang day is gane,
Then I shall come to thine.’

36 Then she has calld her niece Maisry,
Says, An asking ye’ll grant me,
For to gang to yon unco squire
And sleep this night for me.

37 ‘The gude red gowd shall be your hire,
And siller’s be your fee;
Five hundred pounds o pennies round,
Your tocher it shall be.’

38 She turnd her right and round about,
And thus to her did say;
O there was never a time on earth
So fain’s I woud say nay.

39 But when the evening sun was set,
And day drawn to an end,
Then Lady Maisry she is gane,
Fair out at yon town-end.

40 Then she is to yon hynde squire’s yates,
And tirled at the pin;
Wha was sae busy as the hynde squire
To lat that lady in!

41 He’s taen her in his arms twa,
He was a joyfu man;
He neither bade her meat nor drink,
But to the bed he ran.

42 When he had got his will o her,
His will as he lang sought,
Her ring but and her ring-finger
Away frae her he brought.

43 With discontent straight home she went,
And thus lamented she;
Says, Wae be to yon young hynde squire!
Sae ill as he’s used me.

44 When the maids came frae the hay,
The young men frae the corn,
Ben it came that lady gay,
Who thought lang for their return.

45 ‘Where hae ye been, my maidens a’,
Sae far awa frae me?
My foster-mother and lord’s brother
Thought to hae beguiled me.

46 ‘Had not she been my foster-mother,
I suckd at her breast-bane,
Even before my ain bower-door,
She in a gleed shoud burn.

47 ‘The squire he thought to gain my love,
He’s got but Lady Maisry;
He’s cutted her ring and her ring-finger,
A love-token for to be.

48 ‘I’ll tie my finger in the dark,
Where nae ane shall me see;
I hope to loose it in the light,
Amang gude companie.’

49 When night was gane, and birds did sing,
And day began to peep,
The hynde squire walkd alang the shore,
His brother for to meet.

50 ‘Ye are welcome, welcome, landless lord,
To my ha’s and my bowers;
Ye are welcome hame, ye landless lord,
To my lady white like flowers’

51 ‘Ye say I am a landless lord,
But I think I am nane,
Without ye show some love-token
Awa frae her ye’ve tane.’

52 He drew the strings then o his purse,
And they were a’ bludie;
The ring but and the ring-finger
Sae soon as he lat him see.

53 ‘O wae be to you, fause hynde squire,
Ane ill death mat ye dee!
It was too sair a love-token
To take frae my ladie.

54 ‘But ae asking of you, hynde squire,
In your won bowers to dine;’
‘With a’ my heart, my brother dear,
Tho ye had asked nine.’

55 Then he is to his lady’s father,
And a sorrow man was he:
‘O judge, O judge, my father dear,
This judgment pass for me.

56 ‘What is the thing that shoud be done
Unto that gay lady
Who woud gar her lord gae landless,
And children bastards to be?’

57 ‘She shoud be brunt upon a hill,
Or hangd upon a tree,
That woud gar her lord gang landless,
And children bastards be.’

58 ‘Your judgment is too rash, father;
Your ain daughter is she
That this day has made me landless;
Your squire gaind it frae me.

59 ‘Yet nevertheless, my parents dear,
Ae favour ye’ll grant me,
And gang alang to my lost ha’s,
And take your dine wi me.’

60 He threw the charters ower the table,
And kissd the yates o tree;
Says Fare ye well, my lady gay,
Your face I’ll never see.

61 Then his lady calld out to him,
Come here, my lord, and dine;
There’s nae a smith in a’ the land
That can ae finger join.

62 ‘I tied my finger in the dark,
Whan nae ane did me see;
But now I’ll loose it in the light,
Amang gude companie.

63 ‘Even my niece, Lady Maisry,
The same woman was she;
The gude red gowd shall be her hire,
And likeways white monie.

64 ‘Five hundred pounds o pennies round
Her tocher then shall be,
Because she did my wills obey,
Beguild the squire for me.’

65 Then they did call this young hynde squire
To come right speedilie,
Likeways they calld young Lady Maisry.
To pay her down her fee.

66 Then they laid down to Lady Maisry
The brand but and the ring;
It was to stick him wi the brand,
Or wed him wi the ring.

67 Thrice she minted to the brand,
But she took up the ring;
And a’ the ladies who heard o it
Said she was a wise woman.

269. Lady Diamond

Version A

1 THERE was a king, and a very great king,
And a king of meikle fame;
He had not a child in the world but ane,
Lady Daisy was her name.

2 He had a very bonnie kitchen-boy,
And William was his name;
He never lay out o Lady Daisy’s bower,
Till he brought her body to shame.

3 When een-birds sung, and een-bells rung,
And a’ men were boune to rest,
The king went on to Lady Daisy’s bower,
Just like a wandering ghaist.

4 He has drawn the curtains round and round,
And there he has sat him down;
‘To whom is this, Lady Daisy,’ he says,
‘That now you gae so round?

5 ‘Is it to a laird? or is it to a lord?
Or a baron of high degree?
Or is it William, my bonnie kitchen-boy?
Tell now the truth to me.’

6 ‘It’s no to a laird, and it’s no to a lord,
Nor a baron of high degree;
But it’s to William, your bonnie kitchen-boy:
What cause hae I to lee?’

7 ‘O where is all my merry, merry men,
That I pay meat and fee,
That they will not take out this kitchen-boy,
And kill him presentlie?’

8 They hae taen out this bonnie kitchen-boy,
And killd him on the plain;
His hair was like the threads o gold,
His een like crystal stane;
His hair was like the threads o gold,
His teeth like ivory bane.

9 They hae taen out this bonnie boy’s heart,
Put it in a cup o gold;
‘Take that to Lady Daisy,’ he said,
‘For she’s impudent and bold;
And she washd it with the tears that ran from her eye
Into the cup of gold.

10 ‘Now fare ye weel, my father the king!
You hae taen my earthly joy;
Since he’s died for me, I’ll die for him,
My bonnie kitchen-boy.’

11 ‘O where is all my merry, merry men,
That I pay meat and wage,
That they could not withold my cruel hand,
When I was mad with rage?

12 ‘I think nae wonder, Lady Daisy,’ he said,
‘That he brought your body to shame;
For there never was man of woman born
Sae fair as him that is slain.’

Version B

1 THER was a king, an a worthy king,
[an a king] of birth an fame;
He had an only dear daughter,
An Dayesie was her name.

2 Ther was a boy about the house,
Bod Roben was his name;
He would not stay out of Dayese’s bour,
Till he brought her body [to] shame.

3 When bells was rung, . . . .
An a’ man bon to rest,
The king went up to Lady Dayese’s bour,
He was an unwelcom gast.

4 ‘O Lady Dayes, dear, d[ea]r Dayisie,
What gars ye gae sae round?
We yer tua sides high an yer bellie bige,
Fra yer face the couller is gane.’

5 ‘O have ye loved? or have he lang-sought?
Or die ye goo we barn?’
‘It’s all for you, fair father,
That ye stayed so long in Spain.’

6 ‘It’s aff ye take yer berry-broun goon,
An ye lay it on a ston,
An I will tell you in a very short time
If ye loued any man or no[n].’

7 It’s aff she has tane her berry-broun goon,
An laid it on a ston;
We her tua sides high, her belley turned bigg,
Fra her face the couller was gane.

8 ‘O is it to lord? or is to lard?
Or till a man of mean?
Or is it to Bold Roben, the kittchen-boy?
Nou, Dayisie, dinne lea[n].’

9 ‘It’s no to leard, nor [to] lord,
Nor to a man of mean,
But it’s to Bold Robien, our kittchen-boy;
Fatt neads me for to lea[n]?’

10 . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
It’s the morn befor I eat or drink
His heart-blude I sall see.’

11 He’s tean Bold Robien by the hand
Lead him across the green;
His hear was leak the very threeds of goud,
His face shone leak the moon.

12 He’s tane out this bonny boy’s hear[t]
Into a cupe of gold,
Had it to Lady Dayese’s bour,
Says, No[u], Dayes, behold!

13 ‘O welcom to me my heart’s delight!
Nou welcom to me my joy!
Ye have dayed for me, an I’ll day for ye,
Tho ye be but the kittchen-boy.’

14 She has taen out the coup of gold,
Lead it belou her head,
An she wish it we the tears ran doun fra her eays,
An or midnight she was dead.

15 She has tean out the coup of gold,
Laid it belou her hear,
An she wish it we the tears ran don fra her eays,
An alass! spak never mare.

Version C

1 THERE was a king, and a glorious king,
And a king of mickle fame,
And he had daughters only one,
Lady Dysmal was her name.

2 He had a boy, and a kitchen-boy,
A boy of mickle scorn,
And she lovd him lang, and she loved him aye,
Till the grass oergrew the corn.

3 When twenty weeks were gone and past,
O she began to greet!
Her petticoat grew short before,
And her stays they wadna meet.

4 It fell upon a winter’s night
The king could get nae rest;
He cam unto his daughter dear,
Just like a wandring ghaist.

5 He cam into her bed-chalmer,
And drew the curtains round:
‘What aileth thee, my daughter dear?
I fear you’ve gotten wrong.’

6 ‘O if I have, despise me not,
For he is all my joy;
I will forsake baith dukes and earls,
And marry your kitchen-boy.’

7 ‘Go call to me my merry men all,
By thirty and by three;
Go call to me my kitchen-boy,
We’ll murder him secretlie.’

8 There was nae din that could be heard,
And neer a word was said,
Till they got him baith fast and sure
Between twa feather-beds.

9 ‘Go cut the heart out of his breast,
And put it in a cup of gold,
And present it to his Dysmal dear,
For she is baith stout and bold.’

10 They’ve cut the heart out of his breast,
And put it in a cup of gold,
And presented it to his Dysmal dear,
Who was baith stout and bold.

11 ‘O come to me, my hinney, my heart,
O come to me, my joy!
O come to me, my hinney, my heart
My father’s kitchen-boy!’

12 She’s taen the cup out of their hands,
And set it at her bed-head;
She washd it wi the tears that fell from her eyes,
And next morning she was dead.

13 ‘O where were ye, my merry men all,
Whom I paid meat and wage,
Ye didna hold my cruel hand
When I was in my rage?

14 ‘For gone is a’ my heart’s delight,
And gone is a’ my joy;
For my dear Dysmal she is dead,
And so is my kitchen-boy.’

Version D

1 THERE was a king, and a curious king,
And a king of royal fame,
He had ae daughter, he had never mair,
Lady Diamond was her name.

2 She’s fa’en into shame, and lost her good name,
And wrought her parents ’noy;
And a’ for her layen her love so low,
On her father’s kitchn-boy.

3 One night as she lay on her bed,
Just thinking to get rest,
Up it came her old father,
Just like a wandering ghaist.

4 ‘Rise up, rise up, Lady Diamond,’ he says,
‘Rise up, put on your gown;
Rise up, rise up, Lady Diamond,’ he says,
‘For I fear ye go too roun.’

5 ‘Too roun I go, ye blame me no,
Ye cause me not to shame;
For better love I that bonny boy
Than all your well-bred men.’

6 The king’s calld up his wall-wight men,
That he paid meat and fee:
‘Bring here to me that bonny boy,
And we’ll smore him right quietlie.’

7 Up hae they taken that bonny boy,
Put him between twa feather-beds;
Naething was dane, naething was said,
Till that bonny boy was dead.

8 The king’s taen out a broad, broad sword,
And streakd it on a strow,
And thro and thro that bony boy’s heart
He’s gart cauld iron go.

9 Out he has taen his poor bloody heart,
Set it on a tasse of gold,
And set it before Lady Diamond’s face,
Said, Fair lady, behold!

10 Up she has taen this poor bloody heart,
And holden it in her hand:
‘Better loved I that bonny, bonny boy
Than all my father’s land.’

11 Up she has taen his poor bloody heart
And laid it at her head;
The tears away frae her eyes did fly,
And ere midnight she was dead.

Version E

1 IT was a king, and a verra greit king,
An a king o muckle fame,
An he had a luvelie dauchter fair,
An Dysie was her name.

2 She fell in love wi the kitchie-boy,
An a verra bonnie boy was he,
An word has gane till her father dear,
An an angry man was he.

3 ‘Is it the laird? or is it the lord?
Or a man o high degree?
Or is it to Robin, the kitchie-boy?
O Dysie mak nae lee.’

4 ‘It’s nae the laird, nor is it the lord,
Nor a man o high degree,
But it’s to Robin, the kitchie-boy;
What occasion hae I to lee?’

5 ‘If it be to Robin, the kitchie-boy,
As I trust weel it be,
The morn, afore ye eat meal or drink,
Ye’ll see him hanged hie.’

6 They have taen Robin out,
His hair was like threads o gold;
That verra day afore it was night,
Death made young Dysie cold.

270. The Earl of Mar's Daughter

1 IT was intill a pleasant time,
Upon a simmer’s day,
The noble Earl of Mar’s daughter
Went forth to sport and play.

2 As thus she did amuse hersell,
Below a green aik tree,
There she was a sprightly doo
Set on a tower sae hie.

3 ‘O Cow-me-doo, my love sae true,
If ye’ll come down to me,
Ye’se hae a cage o guid red gowd
Instead o simple tree:

4 ‘I’ll put gowd hingers roun your cage,
And siller roun your wa;
I’ll gar ye shine as fair a bird
As ony o them a’.’

5 But she hadnae these words well spoke,
Nor yet these words well said,
Till Cow-me-doo flew frae the tower
And lighted on her head.

6 Then she has brought this pretty bird
Hame to her bowers and ha,
And made him shine as fair a bird
As ony o them a’.

7 When day was gane, and night was come,
About the evening tide,
This lady spied a sprightly youth
Stand straight up by her side.

8 ‘From whence came ye, young man?’ she said;
‘That does surprise me sair;
My door was bolted right secure,
What way hae ye come here?’

9 ‘O had your tongue, ye lady fair,
Lat a’ your folly be;
Mind ye not on your turtle-doo
Last day ye brought wi thee?’

10 ‘O tell me mair, young man,’ she said,
‘This does surprise me now;
What country hae ye come frae?
What pedigree are you?’

11 ‘My mither lives on foreign isles,
She has nae mair but me;
She is a queen o wealth and state,
And birth and high degree.

12 ‘Likewise well skilld in magic spells,
As ye may plainly see,
And she transformd me to yon shape,
To charm such maids as thee.

13 ‘I am a doo the live-lang day,
A sprightly youth at night;
This aye gars me appear mair fair
In a fair maiden’s sight.

14 ‘And it was but this verra day
That I came ower the sea;
Your lovely face did me enchant;
I’ll live and dee wi thee.’

15 ‘O Cow-me-doo, my luve sae true,
Nae mair frae me ye’se gae;’
‘That’s never my intent, my luve,
As ye said, it shall be sae.’

16 ‘O Cow-me-doo, my luve sae true,
It’s time to gae to bed;’
‘Wi a’ my heart, my dear marrow,
It’s be as ye hae said.’

17 Then he has staid in bower wi her
For sax lang years and ane,
Till sax young sons to him she bare,
And the seventh she’s brought hame.

18 But aye as ever a child was born
He carried them away,
And brought them to his mither’s care,
As fast as he coud fly.

19 Thus he has staid in bower wi her
For twenty years and three;
There came a lord o high renown
To court this fari ladie.

20 But still his proffer she refused,
And a’ his presents too;
Says, I’m content to live alane
Wi my bird, Cow-me-doo.

21 Her father sware a solemn oath
Amang the nobles all,
‘The morn, or ere I eat or drink,
This bird I will gar kill.’

22 The bird was sitting in his cage,
And heard what they did say;
And when he found they were dismist,
Says, Wae’s me for this day!

23 ‘Before that I do langer stay,
And thus to be forlorn,
I’ll gang unto my mither’s bower,
Where I was bred and born.’

24 Then Cow-me-doo took flight and flew
Beyond the raging sea,
And lighted near his mither’s castle,
On a tower a gowd sae hie.

25 As his mither was wauking out,
To see what she coud see,
And there she saw her little son,
Set on the tower sae hie.

26 ‘Get dancers here to dance,’ she said,
‘And minstrells for to play;
For here’s my young son, Florentine,
Come here wi me to stay.’

27 ’get nae dancers to dance, mither,
Nor minstrells for to play,
For the mither o my seven sons,
The morn’s her wedding-day.’

28 ‘O tell me, tell me, Florentine,
Tell me, and tell me true,
Tell me this day without a flaw,
What I will do for you.’

29 ‘Instead of dancers to dance, mither,
Or minstrells for to play,
Turn four-and-twenty wall-wight men
Like storks in feathers gray;

30 ‘My seven sons in seven swans,
Aboon their heads to flee;
And I mysell a gay gos-hawk,
A bird o high degree.’

31 Then sichin said the queen hersell,
‘That thing’s too high for me;’
But she applied to an auld woman,
Who had mair skill than she.

32 Instead o dancers to dance a dance,
Or minstrells for to play,
Four-and-twenty wall-wight men
Turnd birds o feathers gray;

33 Her seven sons in seven swans,
Aboon their heads to flee;
And he himsell a gay gos-hawk,
A bird o high degree.

34 This flock o birds took flight and flew
Beyond the raging sea,
And landed near the Earl Mar’s castle,
Took shelter in every tree.

35 They were a flock o pretty birds,
Right comely to be seen;
The people viewd them wi surprise,
As they dancd on the green.

36 These birds ascended frae the tree
And lighted on the ha,
And at the last wi force did flee
Amang the nobles a’.

37 The storks there seized some o the men,
They coud neither fight nor flee;
The swans they bound the bride’s best man
Below a green aik tree.

38 They lighted next on maidens fair,
Then on the bride’s own head,
And wi the twinkling o an ee
The bride and them were fled.

39 There’s ancient men at weddings been
For sixty years or more,
But sic a curious wedding-day
They never saw before.

40 For naething coud the companie do,
Nor naething coud they say
But they saw a flock o pretty birds
That took their bride away.

41 When the Earl Mar he came to know
Where his dochter did stay,
He signd a bond o unity,
And visits now they pay.

271. The Lord of Lorn and the False Steward

Version A

1 IT was the worthy Lord of Learen,
He was a lord of a hie degree;
He had noe more children but one sonne,
He sett him to schoole to learne curtesie.

2 Lear[n]ing did soe proceed with that child,
I tell you all in veretie,
He learned more vpon one day
Then other children did on three,

3 And then bespake the schoole-master,
Vnto the Lord of Learne said hee,
I thinke thou be some stranger borne,
For the holy gost remaines with thee.

4 He said, I am noe stranger borne,
Forsooth, master, I tell it to thee;
It is a gift of Almighty God
Which he hath giuen vnto mee.

5 The schoole-master turnd him round about,
His angry mind he thought to asswage,
For the child cold answer him soe quicklie,
And was of soe tender yeere of age.

6 The child he caused a steed to be brought,
A golden bridle done him vpon;
He tooke his leaue of his schoolfellows,
And home the child that he is gone.

7 And when he came before his father,
He fell low downe vpon his knee:
‘My blessing, father, I wold aske,
If Christ wold grant you wold gine it me.’

8 ‘Now God thee blesse, my sonne and my heire,
His servant in heauen that thou may bee!
What tydings hast thou brought me, child,
Thou art comen home so soone to mee?’

9 ‘Good tydings, father, I haue you brought,
Goo[d tydings] I hope it is to thee;
The booke is not in all s[c]ottlande
But I can reade it before your eye.’

10 A ioyed man his father was,
Euen the worthy lord of Learne:
‘Thou shalt goe into Ffrance, my child,
The speeches of all strange lands to learne.’

11 But then bespake the child his mother,
The Lady of Learne and then was shee;
Saies, Who must be his well good guide,
When he goes into that strange country?

12 And then bespake that bonnie child,
Vntill his father tenderlie;
Saies, Father, I’le haue the hend steward,
For he hath been true to you and mee.

13 The lady to concell the steward did take,
And counted downe a hundred pound there;
Saies, Steward, be true to my sonne and my heire,
And I will giue thee mickle mere.

14 ‘If I be not true to my master,’ he said,
‘Christ himselfe be not trew to mee!
If I be not true to my lord and master,
An ill death that I may die!’

15 The Lord of Learne did apparell his child
With bruche, and ringe, and many a thinge;
The apparrell he had his body vppon,
Th say was worth a squier’s liuinge.

16 The parting of the younge Lord of Learne
With his father, his mother, his fellows deere,
Wold haue made a manis hart for to change,
If a Iew borne that he were.

17 The wind did serue, and th did sayle
Over the sea into Ffrance land;
He vsed the child soe hardlie,
He wold let him haue neuer a penny to spend.

18 And meate he wold let the child haue none,
Nor mony to buy none, trulie;
The boy was hungry and thirsty both;
Alas! it was the more pitty.

19 He laid him downe to drinke the water
That was soe low beneathe the brime;
He [that] was wont to haue drunke both ale and wine
Then was faine of the water soe thinne.

20 And as he was drinking of the water
That ran soe low beneath the brime,
Soe ready was the false steward
To drowne the bonny boy therin.

21 ‘Haue mercy on me, worthy steward!
My life,’ he said, ’lend it to mee,
And all that I am heire vpon,’
Saies, ‘I will giue vnto thee.’

22 Mercy to him the steward did take,
And pulld the child out of the brime;
Euer alacke, the more pittye!
He tooke his clothes euen from him.

23 Saies, Doe thou me of that veluett gowne,
The crimson hose beneath thy knee,
And doe me of thy cordiuant shoone,
Are buckled with the gold soe free.

24 ‘Doe thou me off thy sattin doublett,
Thy shirtband wrought with glistering gold,
And doe mee off thy golden chaine,
About they necke soe many a fold.

25 ‘Doe thou me off thy veluett hat,
With fether in that is soe fine;
All vnto thy silken shirt,

146 wrought with many a golden seam.’

26 The child before him naked stood,
With skin as white as lilly flower;
For [t]his worthy lords bewtie
He might haue beene a ladye’s paramoure.

27 He put vpon him a lether cote,
And breeches of the same beneath the knee,
And sent that bony child him froe,
Service for to craue, truly,

28 He pulld then forth a naked sword
That hange full low then by his side;
‘Turne thy name, thou villaine,’ he said,
‘Or else this sword shall be thy guide.’

29 ‘What must be my name, worthy steward?
I pray thee now tell it me:’
‘Thy name shalbe Pore Disaware,
To tend sheepe on a lonelye lee.’

30 The bonny child he went him froe,
And looked to himselfe, truly;
Saw his apparrell soe simple vppon;
O Lord! he weeped tenderlye.

31 Vnto a shepard’s house that childe did goe,
And said, Sir, God you saue and see!
Doe you not want a servant-boy,
To tend your sheepe on a lonelie lee?

32 ‘Where was thou borne?’ the shepard said,
‘Where, my boy, or in what country?’
’Sir,’ he said, ‘I was borne in fayre Scottland,
That is soe farr beyond the sea.’

33 ‘I haue noe child,’ the shepard sayd;
‘My boy, thoust tarry and dwell with mee;
My liuinge,’ he sayd, a+end all my goods,
I’le make thee heire [of] after mee.’

34 And then bespake the shepard’s wife,
To the Lord of Learne thus did she say;
‘Goe thy way to our sheepe,’ she said,
‘And tend them well both night and day.’

35 It was a sore office, O Lord, for him
That was a lord borne of a great degree!
As he was tending his sheepe alone,
Neither sport nor play cold hee.

36 Let vs leaue talking of the Lord of Learne,
And let all such talking goe;
Let vs talke more of the false steward,
That caused the child all this woe.

37 He sold this Lord of Learne’s his clothes
For five hundred pound to his pay [there],
And bought himselfe a suite of apparrell
Might well beseeme a lord to weare.

38 When he that gorgeous apparrell bought,
That did soe finelie his body vppon,
He laughed the bony child to scorne
That was the bonny Lord of Learne.

39 He laughed that bonny boy to scorne;
Lord! pitty it was to heare;
I haue herd them say, and soe haue you too,
That a man may buy gold to deere.

40 When that he had all that gorgeous apparrell,
That did soe finelie his body vpon,
He went a woing to the Duke’s daughter of France,
And called himselfe the Lord of Learne.

41 The Duke of Ffrance heard tell of this,
To his place that worthy lord was come, truly;
He entertaind him with a quart of red Renish wi[ne],
Saies, Lord of Learne, thou art welcome to me.

42 Then to supper that they were sett,
Lords and ladyes in thei degree;
The steward was sett next the Duke of France;
An vnseemlye sight it was to see.

43 Then bespake the Duke of Ffrance,
Vnto the Lord of Leearne said hee there,
Sayes, Lord of Learne, if thou’le marry my daught[er],
I’le mend thy liuing fiue hundred pound a yeere.

44 Then bespake that lady fayre,
Answered her father soe alone,
That shee would be his marryed wiffe
If he wold make her lady of Learne.

45 Then hand in hand the steward her he tooke,
And plight that lady his troth alone,
That she shold be his marryed wiffe,
And he wold make her the ladie of Learne.

46 Thus that night it was gone,
The other day was come, truly;
The lady wold see the robucke run,
Vp hills and dales and forrest free.

47 Then shee was ware of the younge Lord of Learne
Tending sheepe vnder a bryar, trulye.
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48 And thus shee called vnto her maids,
And held her hands vp thus an hie;
Sayes, Feitch me yond shepard’s boy,
I’le know why he doth mourne, trulye.

49 When he came before that lady fayer,
He fell downe vpon his knee;
He had beene so well brought vpp
He needed not to learne curtesie.

50 ‘Where wast thou borne, thou bonny boy?
Where or in what countrye?’
‘Madam, I was borne in faire Scottland,
That is soe farr beyond the sea.’

51 ‘What is thy name, thou bonny boy?
I pray thee tell it vnto mee;’
‘My name’ he sayes, ’is Poore Disaware,
That tends sheepe on a lonely lee.’

52 ‘One thing thou must tell mee, bonny boy,
Which I must needs aske of thee,
Dost not thou know the young Lord of Learne?
He is comen a woing into France to me.’

53 ‘Yes, that I doe, madam,’ he said,
And then he wept most tenderlie;
‘The Lord of Learne is a worthy lord,
If he were at home in his oune country.’

54 ‘What ayles thee to weepe, my bonny boy?
Tell me or ere I part thee froe:’
‘Nothing but for a freind, madam,

146 dead from me many a yeere agoe.’

55 A loud laughter the ladie lought,
O Lord! shee smiled wonderous hie:
‘I haue dwelled in France since I was borne;
Such a shepard’s boy I did neuer see.

56 ‘Wilt thou not leaue thy sheep, my child,
And come vnto service vnto mee?
And I will giue thee meate and fee,
And my chamberlaine thou shalt bee.’

57 ‘Then I will leaue my sheepe, madam,’ he sayd,
‘And come into service vnto thee,
If you will giue me meate and fee,
Your chamberlaine that I may bee.’

58 When the lady come before her father,
Shee fell low downe vpon her knee;
‘Grant me, father,’ the lady said,
‘This boy my chamberlaine to be.’

59 ‘But O nay, nay,’ the duke did say,
‘Soe my daughter it may not bee;
The lord that is come a woing to you
Will be offended with you and mee.’

60 n came downe the false steward,
Which called himselfe the Lord of Learne, trulie;
When he looked that bonny boy vpon,
An angry man i-wis was hee.

61 ‘Where was thou borne, thou vagabond?
Where?’ he sayd, a+end in what country?’
Says, I was borne in fayre Scotland,
That is soe far beyond the sea.

62 ‘What is thy name, thou vagabond?
Haue done qu[i]cklie, and tell it to me;’
‘My name,’ he sayes, ’is Poore Disaware,
I tend sheep on the lonelie lee.’

63 ‘Thou art a theefe,’ the steward said,
‘And soe in the end I will prooue thee;’
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64 Then be-spake the ladie fayre,
‘Peace, Lord of Learne! I doe pray thee;
Ffor if noe loue you show this child,
Noe favor can you haue of mee.’

65 ‘Will you beleeue me, lady faire,
When the truth I doe tell yee?
Att Aberdonie, beyond the sea,
His father he robbed a hundred three.’

66 But then bespake the Duke of France
Vnto the boy soe tenderlie;
Saies, Boy, if thou loue harsses well,
My stable-groome I will make thee.

67 And thus that that did passe vppon
Till the twelve monthes did draw to an ende;
The boy applyed his office soe well
Euery man became his freind.

68 He went forth earlye one morning
To water a gelding at the water soe free;
The gelding vp, and with his head
He hitt the child aboue his eye.

69 ‘Woe be to thee, thou gelding,’ he sayd,
‘And to the mare that foled thee!
Thou hast striken the Lord of Learne
A litle tinye aboue the eye.

70 ‘First night after I was borne, a lord I was,
An earle after my father doth die;
My father is the worthy Lord of Learne,
And child he hath noe more but mee;
He sent me over the sea with the false steward,
And thus that he hath beguiled mee.’

71 The lady [wa]s in her garden greene,
Walking with her mayds, trulye,
And heard the boy this mourning make,
And went to weeping, trulie.

72 ‘Sing on thy song, thou stable groome,
I pray thee doe not let for mee,
And as I am a true ladie
I wilbe trew vnto thee.’

73 ‘But nay, now nay, madam!’ he sayd,
‘Soe that it may not bee;
I am tane sworne vpon a booke,
And forsworne I will not bee.’

74 ‘Sing on thy song to thy gelding,
And thou doest not sing to mee;
And as I am a true ladie
I will euer be true vnto thee.’

75 sayd, Woe be to thee, gelding,
And to the mare that foled thee!
For thou hast strucken the Lord of Learne,
A litle aboue mine eye.

76 First night I was borne, a lord I was,
An earle after my father doth dye;
My father is the good Lord of Learne,
And child he hath noe other but mee;
My father sent me over [the sea] with the false steward,
And thus that he hath beguiled mee.

77 ‘Woe be to the steward, lady,’ he sayd,
‘Woe be to him verrily!
He hath beene about this twelve months day
For to deceiue both thee and mee.

78 ‘If you doe not my councell keepe,
That I haue told you with good intent,
And if you doe it not well keepe,
Ffarwell! my life is at an ende.’

79 ‘I wilbe true to thee, Lord of Learne,
Or else Christ be not soe vnto me;
And as I am a trew ladye,
I’le neuer marry none but thee.’

80 Shee sent in for her father, the Duke,
In all the speed that ere might bee;
‘Put of my wedding, father,’ shee said,
‘For the loue of God, this month s three.

81 ‘Sicke I am,’ the ladye said,
‘O sicke, and verry like to die!
Put of my wedding, father Duke,
Ffor the loue of God, this month s three.’

82 The Duke of France put of this wedding
Of the steward and the lady month s three,
For the ladie sicke shee was,
Sicke, sicke, and like to die.

83 Shee wrote a letter with her owne hand,
In all the speede that euer might bee;
Shee sent [it] over into Scottland,
That is soe farr beyond the sea.

84 When the messenger came beffore the old Lord of Learne,
He kneeled low downe on his knee,
And he deliuered the letter vnto him,
In all the speed that euer might bee.

85 [The] first looke he looked the letter vpon,
Lo! he wept full bitterly;
The second looke he looked it vpon,
Said, False steward, woe be to thee!

86 When the Ladye of Learne these tydings heard,
O Lord! shee wept soe biterlye:
‘I told you of this, now good my lord,
When I sent my child into that wild country.’

87 ‘Peace, Lady of Learne,’ the lord did say,
‘For Christ his loue I doe pray thee;
And as I am a christian man,
Wroken vpon him that I wilbe.’

88 He wrote a letter with his owne hand,
In all the speede that ere might bee;
He sent it into the lords in Scottland,
That were borne of a great degree.

89 He sent for lords, he sent for knights,
the best that were in the countrye,
To go with him into the land of France,
To seeke his sonne in that strange country.

90 The wind was good, and they did sayle,
Fiue hundred men into France land,
There to seeke that bonny boy
That was the worthy Lord of Learne.

91 They sought the country through and through,
Soe farr to the Duke’s place of Ffrance land;
There they were ware of that bonny boy,
Standing with a porter’s staffe in his hand.

92 Then the worshippfull, th did bowe,
The serving-men fell on their knee,
They cast their hatts vp into the ayre
For ioy that boy that they had seene.

93 The Lord of Learne then he light downe,
And kist his child both cheeke and chinne,
And said, God blesse thee, my sonne and my heire!
The blisse of heauen that thou may winne!

94 The false steward and the Duke of France
Were in a castle-topp, trulie;
‘What fooles are yond,’ says the false steward,
‘To the porter makes soe lowe curtesie?’

95 Then bespake the Duke of Ffrance,
Calling my Lord of Learne, trulie;
He sayd, I doubt the day be come
That either you or I must die.

96 Th sett the castle round about,
A swallow cold not haue flone away;
And there th tooke the false steward
That the Lord of Learne did betray.

97 And when they had taken the false steward,
He fell lowe downe vpon his knee,
And craued mercy of the Lord of Learne
For the villanous dedd he had done, trulye.

98 ‘Thou shalt haue mercy,’ said the Lord of Learne,
‘Thou vile traitor, I tell to thee,
As the lawes of the realme they will thee beare,
Wether it bee for thee to liue or dye.’

99 A quest of lords that there was chosen,
To goe vppon his death, trulie;
There th iudged the false steward,
Whether he was guiltie, and for to dye.

100 The forman of the iury he came in,
He spake his words full lowd and hie;
Said, Make thee ready, thou false steward,
For now thy death it drawes full nie.

101 Sayd he, If my death it doth draw nie,
God forgiue me all I haue done amisse!
Where is that lady I haue loued soe longe?
Before my death to giue me a kisse.

102 ‘Away, thou traitor!’ the lady said,
‘Auoyd out of my company!
For thy vild treason thou hast wrought,
Thou had need to cry to God for mercye.’

103 First they tooke him and h[a]ngd him halfe,
And let him downe before he was dead,
And quartered him in quarters many,
And sodde him in a boyling lead.

104 And then they tooke him out againe,
And cutten all his ioynts in sunder,
And burnte him eke vpon a hyll;
I-wis th did him curstlye cumber.

105 A loud laughter the lady laught,
O Lord! she smiled merrylie;
She sayd I may praise my heauenly king
That euer I seene this vile traytor die.

106 Then bespake the Duke of France,
Vnto the right Lord of Learne sayd he there;
Says, Lord of Learne, if thou wilt marry my daught[er]
I’le mend thy liuing fiue hundred a yeere.

107 But then bespake that bonie boy,
And answered the Duke quicklie,
I had rather marry your daughter with a ring of go[ld]
Then all the gold that ere I blinket on with mine eye.

108 But then bespake the old Lord of Learne,
To the Duke of France thus he did say,
Seeing our children doe soe well agree,
They shalbe marryed ere wee goe away.

109 Lady of Learne shee was sent for
Throughout Scottland soe speedilie,
To see these two children sett vpp
In their seats of gold full royallye.

Version B

1 IT was a worthy Lord of Lorn,
He was a lord of high degree,
He sent [his son] unto the schoole,
To learn some civility.

2 He learned more learning in one day
Then other children did in three;
And then bespake the schoolmaster
Unto him tenderly,

3 ‘In faith thou art the honestest boy
That ere I blinkt on with mine eye;
I hope thou art some easterling born,
The Holy Ghost is with thee.’

4 He said he was no easterling born,
The child thus answered courteously;
My father is the Lord of Lorn,
And I his son, perdye.

5 The schoolmaster turned round about,
His angry mood he could not swage;
He marvelled the child could speak so wise,
He being of so tender age.

6 He girt the saddle to the steed,
The bridle of the best gold shone;
He took his leave of his fellows all,
And quickly he was gone.

7 And when he came to his father dear
He kneeled down upon his knee;
‘I am come to you, fathe[r],’ he said,
‘God’s blessing give you me.’

8 ‘Thou art welcome, son,’ he said,
‘God’s blessing I give thee;
What tidings hast thou brought, my son,
Being come so hastily?’

9 ‘I have brought tidings, father,’ he said,
‘And so lik d it may be.
There’s never a book in all Scotland
But I can read it, truly.

10 ‘There’s nere a doctor in all this realm,
For all he goes in rich array,
I can write him a lesson soon
To learn in seven years day.’

11 ‘That is good tidings,’ said the lord,
‘All in the place where I do stand;
My son, thou shalt into France go,
To learn the speeches of each land.’

12 ‘Who shall go with him?’ said the lady;
‘Husband, we have no more but he;’
‘Madam,’ he saith, ’My head steward,
He hath bin true to me.’

13 She cal’d the steward to an account,
A thousand pound she gave him anon;
Sayes, Good Sir Steward, be as good to my child,
When he is far from home.

14 ‘If I be fals unto my young lord,
Then God be [the] like to me indeed!’
And now to France they both are gone,
And God be their good speed.

15 They had not been in France land
Not three weeks unto an end,
But meat and drink the child got none,
Nor mony in purse to spend.

16 The child ran to the river’s side;
He was fain to drink water then;
And after followed the fals steward,
To put the child therein.

17 ‘But nay, marry!’ said the child,
He asked mercy pittifully,
‘Good steward, let me have my life,
What ere betide my body.’

18 ‘Now put off thy fair cloathing
And give it me anon;
So put thee of thy s’lken shirt,
With many a golden seam.’

19 But when the child was stript naked,
His body white as the lilly-flower,
He might have bin seen for his body
A prince’s paramour.

20 He put him in an old kelter coat
And hose of the same above the knee,
He bid him go to the shepherd’s house,
To keep sheep on a lonely lee.

21 The child did say, What shall be my name?
Good steward, tell to me;
‘Thy name shall be Poor Disawear,
That thy name shall be.’

22 The child came to the shepheard’s house,
And asked mercy pittifully;
Sayes, Good sir shepheard, take me in,
To keep sheep on a lonely lee.

23 But when the shepheard saw the child,
He was so pleasant in his eye,
‘I have no child, I’le make thee my heir,
Thou shalt have my goods, perdie.’

24 And then bespake the shepheard’s wife,
Unto the child so tenderly;
‘Thou must take the sheep and go to the field,
And keep them on a lonely lee.’

25 let us leave talk of the child,
That is keeping sheep on a lonely lee,
And we’l talk more of the fals steward,
And of his fals treachery.

26 He bought himself three suits of apparrell,
That any lord might a seem[d] to worn,
He went a wooing to the Duke’s daughter,
And cal’d himself the Lord of Lorn.

27 The duke he welcomed the yong lord
With three baked stags anon;
If he had wist him the fals steward,
To the devill he would have gone.

28 But when they were at supper set,
With dainty delicates that was there,
The d[uke] said, If thou wilt wed my daughter,
I’le give thee a thousand pound a year.

29 The lady would see the red buck run,
And also for to hunt the doe,
And with a hundred lusty men
The lady did a hunting go.

30 The lady is a hunting gon,
Over le and fell that is so high;
There was she ware of a shepherd’s boy,
With sheep on a lonely lee.

31 And ever he sighed and made moan,
And cried out pittifully,
‘My father is the Lord of Lorn,
And knows not wha[t]’s become of me.’

32 And then bespake the lady gay,
And to her maid she spake anon,
‘Go fetch me hither the shepherd’s boy;
Why maketh he all this moan?’

33 But when he came before the lady
. . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . .
He was not to learn his courtesie:

34 ‘Where was thou born, thou bonny child?
For whose sake makst thou all this mone?’
‘My dearest friend, lady,’ he said,
‘Is dead many years agon.’

35 ‘Tell thou to me, thou bonny child,
Tell me the truth and do not lye,
Knost thou not the yong lord of Lorn,
Is come a wooing unto me?’

36 ‘Yes, forsooth,’ then said the child,
‘I know the lord then, veryly;
The young lord is a valliant lord
At home in his own country.’

37 ‘Wilt leave thy sheep, thou bonny child,
And come in service unto me?’
‘Yes, forsooth,’ then said the child,
‘At your bidding will I be.’

38 When the steward lookt upon the child,
He bewraild him villainously:
‘Where wast thou born, thou vagabone?
Or where is thy country?’

39 ‘Ha don! ha don!’ said the lady gay,
She cal’d the steward then presently;
‘Without you bear him more good will,
You get no love of me.’

40 Then bespake the false steward
Unto the lady hastily:
‘At Aberdine, beyond the seas,
His father robb d thousands three.’

41 But then bespake the lady gay
Unto her father courteously,
Saying, I have found a bonny child
My chamberlain to be.

42 ‘Not so, not so,’ then said the duke,
‘For so it may not be,
For that young L[ord] of Lorn that comes a wooing
Will think something of thee and me.’

43 When the duke had lookt upon the child,
He seemd so pleasant to the eye,
‘Child, because thou lovst horses well,
My groom of stables thou shalt be.’

44 The child plied the horses well
A twelve month to an end;
He was so courteous and so true
Every man became his fri[e]nd.

45 He led a fair gelding to the water,
Where he might drink, verily;
The great gelding up with his head
And hit the child above the eye.

46 ‘Wo worth thee, horse!’ then said the child,
‘That ere mare foal d thee!
Thou little knowst what thou hast done;
Thou hast stricken a lord of high degree.’

47 The d[uke’s] daughter was in her garden green,
She heard the child make great moan;
She ran to the child all weeping,
And left her maidens all alone.

48 ‘Sing on thy song, thou bonny child,
I will release thee of thy pain;’
‘I have made an oath, lady,’ he said,
‘I dare not tell my tale again.’

49 ‘Tell the horse thy tale, thou bonny child,
And so thy oath shall sav d be;’
But when he told the horse his tale
The lady wept full tenderly.

50 ‘I’le do for thee, my bonny child,
In faith I will do more for thee;
For I will send thy father word,
And he shall come and speak with me.

51 ‘I will do more, my bonny child,
In faith I will do more for thee,
And for thy sake, my bonny child,
I’le put my wedding off months three.’

52 The lady she did write a letter,
Full pittifully with her own hand,
She sent it to the Lord of Lorn
Whereas he dwelt in fair Scotland.

53 But when the lord had read the letter
His lady wept most tenderly:
‘I knew what would become of my child
In such a far country.’

54 The old lord cal’d up his merry men,
And all that he gave cloth and fee,
With seven lords by his side,
And into France rides he.

55 The wind servd, and they did saile
So far into France land;
They were ware of the Lord of Lorn,
With a porter’s staff in his hand.

56 The lords they moved hat and hand,
The servingmen fell on their knee;
‘What folks be yonder,’ said the steward,
‘That makes the porter courtesie?’

57 ‘Thou art a false thief,’ said the L[ord] of Lorn,
‘No longer might I bear with thee;
By the law of France thou shalt be ju[d]gd,
Whether it be to live or die.’

58 A quest of lords there chosen was,
To bench they came hastily,
But when the quest was ended
The fals steward must dye.

59 First they did him half hang,
And then they took him down anon,
And then put him in boyling lead,
And then was sodden, brest and bone.

60 And then bespake the Lord of Lorn,
With many other lords mo;
‘Sir Duke, if you be as willing as we,
We’l have a marriage before we go.’

61 These children both they did rejoyce
To hear the lord his tale so ended;
They had rather to day then to morrow,
So he would not be offended.

62 But when the wedding ended was
There was delicious dainty cheer;
I’le tell you how long the wedding did last,
Full three quarters of a year.

63 Such a banquet there was wrought,
The like was never seen;
The king of France brought with him then
A hundred tun of good red wine.

64 Five set of musitians were to be seen,
That never rested night nor day,
Also Italians there did sing,
Full pleasantly with great joy.

65 Thus have you heard what troubles great
Unto successive joyes did turn,
And happy news among the rest
Unto the worthy Lord of Lorn.

66 Let rebels therefore warn d be
How mischief once they do pretend;
For God may suffer for a time,
But will disclose it in the end.

272. The Suffolk Miracle

1 A WONDER stranger ne’r was known
Then what I now shall treat upon.
In Suffolk there did lately dwell
A farmer rich and known full well.

2 He had a daughter fair and bright,
On whom he plac’d his chief delight;
Her beauty was beyond compare,
She was both virtuous and fair.

3 A young man there was living by,
Who was so charm d with her eye
That he could never be at rest,
He was with love so much possest.

4 He made address to her, and she
Did grant him love immediately;
Which when her father came to hear,
He parted her and her poor dear.

5 Forty miles distant was she sent,
Unto his brother’s, with intent
That she should there so long remain
Till she had chang’d her mind again.

6 Hereat this young man sadly grievd,
But knew not how to be relievd;
He sighd and sobd continually
That his true love he could not see.

7 She by no means could to him send
Who was her heart’s espous d friend;
He sighd, she grievd, but all in vain,
For she confin’d must still remain.

8 He mournd so much that doctor’s art
Could give no ease unto his heart;
Who was so strang[e]ly terrified,
That in short time for love he dyed.

9 She that from him was sent away
Knew nothing of his dying-day,
But constant still she did remain;
To love the dead was then in vain.

10 After he had in grave been laid
A month or more, unto this maid
He comes about middle of the night,
Who joyd to see her heart’s delight.

11 Her father’s horse, which well she knew,
Her mother’s hood and safeguard too,
He brought with him to testifie
Her parents’ order he came by.

12 Which when her unckle understood,
He hop’t it would be for her good,
And gave consent to her straightway
That with him she should come away.

13 When she was got her love behind,
They passd as swift as any wind,
That in two hours, or little more,
He brought her to her father’s door.

14 But as they did this great haste make,
He did complain his head did ake;
Her handkerchief she then took out,
And tyed the same his head about.

15 And unto him she thus did say:
‘Thou art as cold as any clay;
When we come home, a fire wee’l have;’
But little dreamt he went to grave.

16 Soon were they at her father’s door,
And after she ne’r see him more;
‘I’le set the horse up,’ then he said,
And there he left this harmless maid.

17 She knockt, and strait a man he cryed,
‘Who’s there?’ ‘’Tis I,’ she then replyed;
Who wondred much her voice to hear,
And was possest with dread and fear.

18 Her father he did tell, and then
He stared like an affrighted man:
Down stairs he ran, and when he see her,
Cry’d out, My child, how cam’st thou here?

19 ‘Pray, sir, did you not send for me,
By such a messenger?’ said she:
Which made his hair stare on his head,
As knowing well that he was dead.

20 ‘Where is he?’ then to her he said;
‘He’s in the stable,’ quoth the maid.
‘Go in,’ said he, a+end go to bed;
I’le see the horse well littered.’

21 He stared about, and there could hee
No shape of any mankind see,
But found his horse all on a sweat;
Which made him in a deadly fret.

22 His daughter he said nothing to,
Nor no one else, though well they knew
That he was dead a month before,
For fear of grieveing her full sore.

23 Her father to his father went
Who was deceasd, with this intent,
To tell him what his daughter said;
So both came back unto this maid.

24 They askd her, and she still did say
’Twas he that then brought her away;
Which when they heard they were amaz’d,
And on each other strang[e]ly gaz’d.

25 A handkerchief she said she tyed
About his head, and that they tryed;
The sexton they did speak unto,
That he the grave would then undo.

26 Affrighted then they did behold
His body turning into mould,
And though he had a month been dead,
This kercheif was about his head.

27 This thing unto her then they told,
And the whole truth they did unfold;
She was thereat so terrified
And grievd, she quickly after dyed.

28 Part not true love, you rich men, then;
But, if they be right honest men
Your daughters love, give them their way,
For force oft breeds their lives’ decay.

273. King Edward the Fourth and a Tanner of Tamworth

1 In summer time, when leaves grew green,
and birds were singing on every tree,
King Edward would a hunting ride,
some pastime for to see.

2 Our king he would a hunting ride,
by eight a clock of the day,
And well was he ware of a bold tanner,
came riding on the way.

3 A good russet coat the tanner had on,
fast buttoned under his chin,
And under him a good cow-hide,
and a mare of four shilling.

4 ‘Now stand you here, my good lords all,
under this trusty tree,
And I will wend to yonder fellow,
to know from whence came he.

5 ‘God speed, God speed,’ then said our king;
’Thou art welcome, good fellow,’ quoth he;
‘Which is the way to Drayton Basset
I pray thee shew to me.’

6 ‘The ready way to Drayton Basset,
from this place as thou dost stand,
The next pair of gallows thou comst to
thou must turn up [on] thy right hand.’

7 at is not the way,’ then said our king,
’The ready way I pray thee shew me;’
‘Whether thou be thief or true man,’ quoth the tanner,
‘I’m weary of thy company.

8 ‘Away, with a vengeance,’ qoth the tanner,
‘I hold thee out of thy wit,
For all this day have I ridden and gone,
And I am fasting yet.’

9 ‘Go with me to Drayton Basset,’ said our king,
’No daintyes we will lack;
We’l have meat and drink of the best,
And I will pay the shot.’

10 ‘Godamercy for nothing,’ said the tanner,
’Thou shalt pay for no dinner of mine;
I have more groats and nobles in my purse
then thou hast pence in thine.’

11 ‘God save your goods,’ then said the king,
a+end send them well to thee!’
‘Be thou thief or true man,’ quoth the tanner,
‘I am weary of thy company.

12 ‘Away, with a vengeance,’ quoth the tanner,
’of thee I stand in fear;
The aparrell thou wearst on thy back
May seem a good lord to wear.’

13 ‘I never stole them’ said our king,
‘I swear to thee by the rood;’
‘Thou art some ruffian of the country,
thou rid’st in the midst of thy good.’

14 at news dost thou hear?’ then said our king,
‘I pray what news do you hear?’
‘I hear no news,’ answered the tanner,
’But that cow-hides be dear.’

15 ‘Cow-hides? cow-hides?’ then said our king,
‘I marvell what they be;’
‘Why, art thou a fool?’ quoth the tanner,
’look, I have one under me.’

16 ‘Yet one thing now I would thee pray,
so that thou wouldst not be strange;
If thy mare be better then my steed,
I pray thee let us change.’

17 ‘But if you needs with me will change,
As change full well may ye,
By the faith of my body,’ quoth the tanner,
‘I look to have boot of thee.’

18 ‘What boot wilt thou ask?’ then said our king,
’what boot dost thou ask on this ground?’
‘No pence nor half-pence,’ said the tanner,
’But a noble in gold so round.’

19 ‘Here’s twenty good groats,’ then said the king,
’So well paid see you be;’
‘I love thee better then I did before,
I thought thou hadst nere a peny.

20 ‘But if so be we needs must change,
as change thou must abide,
Though thou hast gotten Brock my mare,
thou shalt not have my cow-hide.’

21 The tanner took the good cow-hide,
that of the cow was hilt,
And threw it upon the king’s saddle,
That was so fairly guilt.

22 ‘Now help me, help me,’ quoth the tanner,
‘Full quickly that I were gone,
For when I come home to Gillian my wife
she’l say I’m a gentleman.’

23 The king took the tanner by the leg,
he girded a fart so round;
‘You’r very homely,’ said the king,
’were I aware, I’d laid you o th’ ground.’

24 But when the tanner was in the king’s saddle
aston d then he was;
He knew not the stirrops that he did wear,
whether they were gold or brass.

25 But when the steed saw the black cow-tale wag,
for and the black cow-horn,
The steed began to run away,
as the divel the tanner had born.

26 Untill he came unto a nook,
a little beside an ash;
The steed gave the tanner such a fall
his neck was almost brast.

27 ‘Take thy horse again, with a vengeance,’ he said,
’with me he shall not abide;’
‘It is no marvell,’ said the king, and laught,
’He knew not your cow-hide.

28 ‘But if that we needs now must change,
as change that well we mought,
I’le swear to you plain, if you have your mare,
I look to have some boot.’

29 ‘What boot will you ask?’ quoth the tanner,
‘What boot will you ask on this ground?’
‘No pence nor half-pence,’ said our king,
’But a noble in gold so round.’

30 ‘Here’s twenty [good] groats,’ said the tanner,
a+end twenty more I have of thine;
I have ten groats more in my purse,
we’l drink five of them at the wine.’

31 The king set a bugle-horne to his mouth,
that blew both loud and shrill,
And five hundred lords and knights
came riding over a hill.

32 ‘Away, with a vengeance,’ quoth the tanner,
’with thee I’le no longer abide;
Thou art a strong thief, yonder be thy fellows,
they will steal away my cow-hide.’

33 ‘No I protest,’ then said our king,
’For so it may not be;
They be the lords of Drayton Basset,
come out of the North Country.’

34 But when they came before the king
full low they fell on their knee;
The tanner had rather then a thousand pound
he had been out of his company.

35 ‘A coller! a coller!’ then said the king,
a+e coller!’ then did he cry;
Then would he have given a thousand pound
he had not been so nigh.

36 ‘A coller? a coller?’ then quoth the tanner,
’it is a thing which will breed sorrow;
For after a coller commeth a halter,
and I shall be hanged tomorrow.’

37 ‘No, do not fear,’ the king did say;
’For pastime thou hast shown me,
No coller nor halter thou shalt have,
but I will give thee a fee.

38 ‘For Plompton Park I will give thee,
with tenements three beside,
Which is worth three hundred pound a year,
to maintain thy good cow-hide.’

39 ‘Godamercy, Godamercy,’ quoth the tanner;
’For this good deed thou hast done,
If ever thou comest to merry Tamworth
thou shalt have clouting-leather for thy shone.’

274. Our Goodman

Version A

1 HAME came our goodman,
And hame came he,
And then he saw a saddle-horse,
Where nae horse should be.

2 ‘What’s this now, goodwife?
What’s this I see?
How came this horse here,
Without the leave o me?’
‘A horse?’ quo she.
‘Ay, a horse,’ quo he.

3 ‘Shame fa your cuckold face,
Ill mat ye see!
’Tis naething but a broad sow,
My minnie sent to me.’
‘A broad sow?’ quo he.
‘Ay, a sow,’ quo shee.

4 ‘Far hae I ridden,
And farrer hae I gane,
But a sadle on a sow’s back
I never saw nane.’

5 Hame came our goodman,
And hame came he;
He spy’d a pair of jack-boots,
Hwere nae boots should be.

6 ‘What’s this now, goodwife?
What’s this I see?
How came these boots here,
Without the leave o me?’
‘Boots?’ quo she.
‘Ay, boots,’ quo he.

7 ‘Shame fa your cuckold face,
And ill mat ye see!
It’s but a pair of water-stoups,
My minnie sent to me.’
‘Water-stoups?’ quo he.
‘Ay, water-stoups,’ quo she.

8 ‘Far hae I ridden,
And farer hae I gane,
But siller spurs on water-stoups
I saw never nane.’

9 Hame came our goodman,
And hame came he,
And he saw a sword,
Whare a sword should na be.

10 ‘What’s this now, goodwife?
What’s this I see?
How came this sword here,
Without the leave o me?’
‘A sword?’ quo she.
‘Ay, a sword,’ quo he.

11 ‘Shame fa your cuckold face,
Ill mat ye see!
It’s but a porridge-spurtle,
My minnie sent to me.’
‘A spurtle?’ quo he.
‘Ay, a spurtle,’ quo she.

12 ‘Far hae I ridden,
And farer hae I gane,
But siller-handed spurtles
I saw never nane.’

13 Hame came our goodman,
And hame came he;
There he spy’d a powderd wig,
Where nae wig shoud be.

14 ‘What’s this now, goodwife?
What’s this I see?
How came this wig here,
Without the leave o me?’
‘A wig?’ quo she.
‘Ay, a wig,’ quo he.

15 ‘Shame fa your cuckold face,
And ill mat you see!
’Tis naething but a clocken-hen,
My minnie sent to me.’
‘Clocken hen?’ quo he.
‘Ay, clocken hen,’ quo she.

16 ‘Far hae I ridden,
And farer hae I gane,
But powder on a clocken-hen
I saw never nane.’

17 Hame came our goodman,
And hame came he,
And there he saw a muckle coat,
Where nae coat shoud be.

18 ‘What’s this now, goodwife?
What’s this I see?
How came this coat here,
Without the leave o me?’
‘A coat?’ quo she.
‘Ay, a coat,’ quo he.

19 ‘Shame fa your cuckold face,
Ill mat ye see!
It’s but a pair o blankets,
My minnie sent to me.’
‘Blankets?’ quo he.
‘Ay, blankets,’ quo she.

20 ‘Far hae I ridden,
And farer hae I gane,
But buttons upon blankets
I saw never nane.’

21 ‘Ben went our goodman,
And ben went he,
And there he spy’d a study man,
Where nae man shoud be.

22 ‘What’s this now, goodwife?
What’s this I see?
How came this man here,
Without the leave o me?’
‘A man?’ quo she.
‘Ay, a man,’ quo he.

23 ‘Poor blind body,
And blinder mat ye be!
It’s a new milking-maid,
My mither sent to me.’
‘A maid?’ quo he.
‘Ay, a maid,’ quo she.

24 ‘Far hae I ridden,
And farer hae I gane,
But lang-bearded maidens
I saw never nane.

Version B

1 O I went into the stable,
and there for to see,
And there I saw three horses stand,
by one, by two, and by three.

2 O I calld to my loving wife,
and ‘Anon, kind sir!’ quoth she:
‘O what do these three horses here,
without the leave of me?’

3 ‘Why, you old cuckold, blind cuckold,
can’t you very well see?
These are three milking-cows,
my mother sent O me.’

4 ‘Heyday! Godzounds! Milking-cows with bridles and saddles on!
the like was never known!’
Old Wichet a cuckold went out,
and a cuckold he came home.

5 O I went into the kitchen,
and there for to see,
And there I saw three swords hang,
by one, by two, and by three.

6 O I calld to my loving wife,
and ‘Anon, kind sir!’ quoth she:
‘O what do these three swords do here,
without the leave of me?’

7 ‘Why, you old cuckold, blind cuckold,
can’t you very well see?
They are three roasting-spits,
my mother sent to me.’

8 ‘Heyday! Godzounds! Roasting spits with scabbards on!
the like was never known!’
Old Wichet a cuckold went out,
and a cuckold he came home.

9 O I went into the parlour,
and there for to see,
And there I saw three cloaks hang,
by one, by two, and by three.

10 O I calld to my loving wife,
and ‘Anon, kind sir!’ quoth she:
‘O what do these three cloaks do here,
without the leave of me?’

11 Why, you old cuckold, blind cuckold,
can’t you very well see?
These are three mantuas,
my mother sent to me.’

12 ‘Heyday! Godzounds! Mantuas with capes on!
the like was never known!’
Old Wichet a cuckold went out,
and a cuckold he came home.

13 I went into the pantry,
and there for to see,
And there I saw three pair of boots hang,
by one, by two, and by three.

14 O I called to my loving wife,
and ‘Anon, kind sir!’ quoth she
‘O what do these three pair of boots do here,
without the leave of me?’

15 ‘Why, you old cuckold, blind cuckold,
can’t you very well see?
These are three pudding-bags,
my mother sent to me.’

16 yday! Godzounds! Pudding-bags with spurs on!
the like was never known!’
Old Wichet a cuckold went out,
and a cuckold he came home.

17 I went into my closet,
and there for to see,
And there I saw three pair of breeches lie,
by one, by two, and by three.

18 O I calld to my loving wife,
and ‘Anon, kind sir!’ quoth she:
‘O what do these three pair of breeches do here,
without the leave of me?’

19 ‘Why, you old cuckold, blind cuckold,
can’t you very well see?
These are three petticoats,
my mother sent to me.’

20 ‘Heyday! Godzounds! Petticoats with waistbands on!
the like was never known!’
Old Wichet a cuckold went out,
and a cuckold he came home.

21 I went into the dairy,
and there for to see,
And there I saw three hats hang,
by one, by two, and by three.

22 I calld to my loving wife,
and ‘Anon, kind sir!’ quoth she:
‘Pray what do these three hats do here,
without the leave of me?’

23 ‘Why, you old cuckold, blind cuckold,
can’t you very well see?
They are three skimming-dishes,
my mother sent to me.’

24 ‘Heyday! Godzounds! Skimming-dishes with hat-bands on!
the like was never known!’
Old Wichet a cuckold went out,
and a cuckold he came home.

25 I went into the chamber,
and there for to see,
And there I saw three men in bed lie,
by one, by two, and by three.

26 I called to my loving wife,
and ‘Anon, kind sir!’ quoth she:
‘O what do these three men in bed,
without the leave of me?’

27 ‘Why, you old cuckold, blind cuckold,
don’t you very well see?
They are three milking-maids,
my mother sent to me.’

28 ‘Heyday! Godzounds! Milking-maids with beards on!
the like was never known!’
Old Wichet a cuckold went out,
and a cuckold he came home.

275. Get Up and Bar the Door

Version A

1 IT fell about the Martinmas time,
And a gay time it was then,
When our goodwife got puddings to make,
And she’s boild them in the pan.

2 The wind sae cauld blew south and north,
And blew into the floor;
Quoth our goodman to our goodwife,
‘Gae out and bar the door.’

3 hand is in my hussyfskap,
Goodman, as ye may see;
An it shoud nae be barrd this hundred year,
It’s no be barrd for me.’

4 y made a paction tween them twa,
They made it firm and sure,
That the first word whaeer shoud speak,
Shoud rise and bar the door.

5 Then by there came two gentlemen,
At twelve o clock at night,
And they could neither see house nor hall,
Nor coal nor candle-light.

6 ‘Now whether is this a rich man’s house,
Or whether is it a poor?’
But neer a word wad ane o them speak,
For barring of the door.

7 And first they ate the white puddings,
And then they ate the black;
Tho muckle thought the goodwife to hersel,
Yet neer a word she spake.

8 Then said the one unto the other,
‘Here, man, tak ye my knife;
Do ye tak aff the auld man’s beard,
And I’ll kiss the goodwife.’

9 ‘But there’s nae water in the house,
And what shall we do than?’
‘What ails ye at the pudding-broo,
That boils into the pan?’

10 O up then started our goodman,
An angry man was he:
‘Will ye kiss my wife before my een,
And scad me wi pudding-bree?’

11 Then up and started our goodwife,
Gied three skips on the floor:
‘Goodman, you’ve spoken the foremost word,
Get up and bar the door.’

Version B

1 THERE leeved a wee man at the fit o yon hill,
John Blunt it was his name, O
And he selld liquor and ale o the best,
And bears a wondrous fame. O
Tal lara ta lilt, tal lare a lilt,
Tal lara ta lilt, tal lara

2 The wind it blew frae north to south,
It blew into the floor;
Says auld John Blunt to Janet the wife,
Ye maun rise up and bar the door.

3 ‘My hans are in my husseyskep,
I canna weel get them free,
And if ye dinna bar it yersel
It’ll never be barred by me.’

4 They made it up atween them twa,
They made it unco sure,
That the ane that spoke the foremost word
Was to rise and bar the door.

5 There was twa travellers travelling late,
Was travelling cross the muir,
And they cam unto wee John Blunt’s,
Just by the light o the door.

6 ‘O whether is this a rich man’s house,
Or whether is it a puir?’
But never a word would the auld bodies speak,
For the barring o the door.

7 First they bad good een to them,
And syne they bad good morrow;
But never a word would the auld bodies speak,
For the barring o the door, O.

8 First they ate the white puddin,
And syne they ate the black,
And aye the auld wife said to hersel,
May the deil slip down wi that!

9 And next they drank o the liquor sea strong,
And syne they drank o the yill:
‘And since we hae got a house o our ain
I’m sure we may tak our fill.’

10 It’s says the ane unto the ither,
Here, man, tak ye my knife,
An ye’ll scrape aff the auld man’s beard,
While I kiss the gudewife.

11 ‘Ye hae eaten my meat, ye hae drucken my drink,
Ye’d make my auld wife a whore!’
‘John Blunt, ye hae spoken the foremost word,
Ye maun rise up and bar the door.’

Version C

1 THERE livd a man in yonder glen,
And John Blunt was his name; O
He maks gude maut and he brews gude ale,
And he bears a wondrous fame. O

2 The wind blew in the hallan ae night,
Fu snell out oer the moor;
‘Rise up, rise up, auld Luckie,’ he says,
‘Rise up, and bar the door.’

3 They made a paction tween them twa,
They made it firm and sure,
Whaeer sud speak the foremost word
Should rise and bar the door.

4 Three travellers that had tint their gate,
As thro the hills they foor,
They airted by the line o light
Fu straught to Johnie Blunt’s door.

5 They haurld auld Luckie out o her bed
And laid her on the floor,
But never a word auld Luckie wad say,
For barrin o the door.

6 ‘Ye’ve eaten my bread, ye hae druken my ale,
And ye’ll mak my auld wife a whore!’
‘A ha, Johnie Blunt! ye hae spoke the first word,
Get up and bar the door.’

276. The Friar in the Well

Version A

1 As I lay musing all alone,
fa, la, la, la, la
A pretty jeast I thought upon;
fa, la, la, la, la
Then listen a while, and I will you tell
Of a fryer that loved a bonny lass well.
fa, la, la, la, la
fa, la, la, lang-tre-down-dilly

2 He came to the maid when she went to bed,
Desiring to have her maidenhead,
But she deny d his desire,
And told him that she feard hell-fire.

3 ‘Tush,’ quoth the fryer, ’Thou needst not doubt
If thou wert in hell I could sing thee out:’
‘Then,’ quoth the maid, ’Thou shalt have thy request;’
The fryer was glad as a fox in his nest.

4 ‘But one thing,’ quoth she, ‘I do desire,
Before you have what you require;
Before that you shall do the thing,
An angel of mony thou shalt me bring.’

5 ‘Tush,’ quoth the fryer, ’we shall agree,
No mony shall part my love and me;
Before that I will see thee lack,
I’le pawn the grey gown from my back.’

6 The maid bethought her of a wile
How she the fryer might bequile;
While he was gone, the truth to tell,
She hung a cloth before the well.

7 The fryer came, as his covenant was,
With money to his bonny lass;
‘Good morrow, fair maid!’ ‘Good morrow!’ quoth she.
‘Here is the mony I promised thee.’

8 thankt the man, and she took his mony:
‘Now let us go to ’t,’ quoth he, ’Sweet hony:’
‘O stay,’ quoth she, ’Some respite make,
My father comes, he will me take.’

9 ‘Alas!’ quoth the fryer, ’where shall I run,
To hide me till that he be gone?’
‘Behinde the cloath run thou,’ quoth she,
‘And there my father cannot thee see.’

10 Behind the cloath the fryer crept,
And into the well on the sudden he leapt;
‘Alas,’ quoth he, ’i am in the well!’
‘No matter,’ quoth she, ’if thou wert in hell.

11 ‘Thou sayst thou couldst sing me out of hell,
Now prithee sing thy self out of the well:’
The fryer sung with a pittiful sound,
Oh help me out, or I shall be dround!

12 ‘I trow,’ quoth she, ’your courage is coold.’
Quoth the fryer, I was never so foold,
I never was serv d so before.
‘Then take heed,’ quoth she, ’Thou comst there no more.’

13 Quoth he, For sweet Saint Francis sake
On his disciple some pitty take:
Quoth she, Saint Francis never taught
His scholars to tempt young maids to naught.

14 The fryer did entreat her still
That she should help him out of the well;
She heard him make such pittious moan
She helpd him out, and bid him be gone.

15 Quoth he, Shall I have my mony again,
Which thou from me hast beforehand tane?
‘Good sir,’ said she, ’There’s no such matter;
I’le make you pay for fouling my water.’

16 The fryer went all along the street,
Droping wet, like a new-washd sheep;
Both old and young commended the maid
That such a witty prank had plaid.

Version B

1 O HEARKEN and hear, and I will you tell
Sing, Faldidae, faldidadi
Of a friar that loved a fair maiden well.
Sing, Faldi dadi di di (bis)

2 The friar he came to this maiden’s bedside,
And asking for her maidenhead.

3 ‘O I would grant you your desire,
If ’twerena for fear o hell’s burning fire.’

4 ‘O hell’s burning fire ye need have no doubt;
Altho you were in, I could whistle you out.’

5 ‘O if I grant to you this thing,
Some money you unto me must bring.’

6 He brought her the money, and did it down tell;
She had a white cloth spread over the well.

7 Then the fair maid cried out that her master was come;
‘O,’ said the friar, ’Then where shall I run?’

8 ‘O ye will go in behind yon screen,
And then by my master ye winna be seen.’

9 n in behind the screen she him sent.
But he fell into the well by accident.

10 Then the friar cried out with a piteous moan,
O help! O help me! or else I am gone.

11 ‘Ye said ye wad whistle me out o hell;
Now whistle your ain sel out o the well.’

12 She helped him out and bade him be gone;
The friar he asked his money again.

13 ‘As for your money, there is no much matter
To make you pay more for jumbling our water.’

14 Then all who hear it commend this fair maid
For the nimble trick to the friar she played.

15 friar he walked on the street,
And shaking his lugs like a well-washen sheep.

277. The Wife Wrapt in Wether's Skin

Version A

1 SHE wadna bake, she wadna brew,
Hollin, green hollin
For spoiling o her comely hue.
Bend your bow, Robin

2 She wadna wash, she wadna wring,
For spoiling o her gay goud ring.

3 Robin he’s gane to the fald
And catched a weather by the spauld.

4 And he has killed his weather black
And laid the skin upon her back.

5 ‘I darena pay you, for your kin,
But I can pay my weather’s skin.

6 ‘I darena pay my lady’s back,
But I can pay my weather black.’

7 ‘O Robin, Robin, lat me be,
And I’ll a good wife be to thee.

8 ‘It’s I will wash, and I will wring,
And never mind my gay goud ring.

9 ‘It’s I will bake, and I will brew,
And never mind my comely hue.

10 ‘And gin ye thinkna that eneugh,
I’se tak the goad and I’se ca the pleugh.

11 ‘Gin ye ca for mair whan that is doon,
I’ll sit i the neuk and I’ll dight your shoon.’

Version B

1 ROBIN he’s gane to the wast,
Hollin, green hollin
He’s waled a wife amang the warst.
Bend your bows, Robin

2 She could neither bake nor brew,
For spoilin o her bonnie hue.

3 She could nether spin nor caird,
But fill the cup, an sair the laird.

4 She could nether wash nor wring,
For spoilin o her gay goud ring.

5 Robin’s sworn by the rude
That he wald mak an ill wife gude.

6 Robin he’s gaun to the fauld,
An taen his blaik [wither] by the spauld.

7 He’s taen aff his wither’s skin
An he has preened his ain wife in.

8 ‘I daurna beat my wife, for a’ her kin,
But I may beat my wither’s skin.’

9 ‘I can baith bake an brew;
What care I for my bonnie hue?

10 ‘I can baith wash an wring;
What care I for my gay gowd ring?

11 ‘I can baith spin an caird;
Lat onybodie sair the laird.’

12 Robin’s sworn by the rude
That he has made an ill wife gude.

Version C

1 THERE was a wee cooper who lived in Fife,
Nickity, nackity, noo, noo, noo
And he has gotten a gentle wife.
Hey Willie Wallacky, how John Dougall,
Alane, quo Rushety, roue, roue, roue

2 She wadna bake, nor she wadna brew,
For the spoiling o her comely hue.

3 She wadna card, nor she wadna spin,
For the shaming o her gentle kin.

4 She wadna wash, nor she wadna wring,
For the spoiling o her gouden ring.

5 The cooper’s awa to his woo-pack
And has laid a sheep-skin on his wife’s back.

6 ‘It’s I’ll no thrash ye, for your proud kin,
But I will thrash my ain sheep-skin.’

7 ‘Of, I will bake, and I will brew,
And never mair think on my comely hue.

8 ‘Oh, I will card, and I will spin,
And never mair think on my gentle kin.

9 ‘Oh, I will wash, and I will wring,
And never mair think on my gouden ring.’

10 A’ ye wha hae gotten a gentle wife
Send ye for the wee cooper o Fife.

Version D

1 THERE livd a laird down into Fife,
Riftly, raftly, now, now, now
An he has married a bonny young wife.
Hey Jock Simpleton, Jenny[’s] white petticoat,
Robin a Rashes, now, now, now

2 He courted her and he brought her hame,
An thought she would prove a thrifty dame.

3 She could nether spin nor caird,
But sit in her chair and dawt the laird.

4 She wadna bake and she wadna brew,
An a’ was for spoiling her delicate hue.

5 She wadna wash nor wad she wring,
For spoiling o her gay goud ring.

6 But he has taen him to his sheep-fauld,
An taen the best weather by the spauld.

7 Aff o the weather he took the skin,
An rowt his bonny lady in.

8 ‘I dare na thump you, for your proud kin,
But well sall I lay to my ain weather’s skin.’

Version E

1 THERE lives a landart laird in Fife,
And he has married a dandily wife.

2 She wadna shape, nor yet wad she sew,
But sit wi her cummers and fill hersell fu.

3 She wadna spin, nor yet wad she card,
But she wad sit and crack wit the laird.

4 He is down to his sheep-fald
And cleekit a weather by the back-spald.

5 He’s whirpled aff the gude weather’s-skin
And wrappit the dandily lady therein.

6 ‘I darena pay you, for your gentle kin,
But weel I may skelp my weather’s-skin.’

278. The Farmer's Curst Wife

Version A

1 THERE was an old farmer in Sussex did dwell,
(chorus of whistlers)
There was an old farmer in Sussex did dwell,
And he had a bad wife, as many knew well.
(chorus of whistlers)

2 Then Satan came to the old man at the plough:
‘One of your family I must have now.

3 ‘It is not your eldest son that I crave,
But it is your old wife, and she I will have.’

4 ‘O welcome, good Satan, with all my heart!
I hope you and she will never more part.’

5 Now Satan has got the old wife on his back,
And he lugged her along, like a pedlar’s pack.

6 He trudged away till they came to his hall-gate;
Says he, Here, take in an old Sussex chap’s mate.

7 O then she did kick the young imps about;
Says one to the other, Let’s try turn her out.

8 She spied thirteen imps all dancing in chains,
She up with her pattens and beat out their brains.

9 She knocked the old Satan against the wall!
‘Let’s turn her out, or she’ll murder us all.’

10 Now he’s bundled her up on his back amain,
And to her old husband he took her again.

11 ‘I have been a tormentor the whole of my life,
But I neer was tormented so as with your wife.’

Version B

1 THE auld Deil cam to the man at the pleugh,
Rumchy ae de aidie
Saying, I wish ye gude luck at the making o yer sheugh.
Mushy toorin an ant tan aira.

2 ‘It’s neither your oxen nor you that I crave;
It’s that old scolding woman, it’s her I must have.’

3 ‘Ye’re welcome to her wi a’ my gude heart;
I wish you and her it’s never may part.’

4 She jumped on to the auld Deil’s back,
And he carried her awa like a pedlar’s pack.

5 He carried her on till he cam to hell’s door,
He gaed her a kick till she landed in the floor.

6 She saw seven wee deils a sitting in a raw,
She took up a mell and she murdered them a’.

7 A wee reekit deil lookit owre the wa:
‘O tak her awa, or she’ll ruin us a’.’

8 ‘O what to do wi her I canna weel tell;
She’s no fit for heaven, and she’ll no bide in hell.’

9 She jumpit on to the auld Deil’s back,
And he carried her back like a pedlar’s pack.

10 She was seven years gaun, and seven years comin,
And she cried for the sowens she left in the pot.

279. The Jolly Beggar

Version A

1 ‘THER is a wife in yone toun-end, an she has dothers three,
An I wad be a beager for ony of a’ the three.’

2 He touk his clouty clok him about, his peakstaff in his hand,
An he is awa to yon toun-end, leak ony peare man.

3 ‘I ha ben about this fish-toun this years tua or three,
Ha ye ony quarters, deam, that ye coud gie me?’

4 ‘Awa, ye pear carl, ye dinne kean my name;
Ye sudd ha caed me mistress fan ye called me bat deam.’

5 He tuke his hat in his hand an gied her juks three:
‘An ye want manners, misstres, quarters ye’ll gie me.’

6 ‘Awa, ye pear carle, in ayont the fire,
An sing to our Lord Gray’s men to their hearts’ disire.’

7 Some lowked to his goudie lowks, some to his milk-whit skine,
Some to his ruffled shirt, the gued read gold hang in.

8 Out spak our madin, an she was ay shay,
Fatt will the jolly beager gett afore he gaa to lay?

9 Out spak our goudwife, an she was not sae shay,
He’se gett a dish of lang kell, besids a puss pay.

10 Out spak the jolly beager, That dish I dou denay;
I canne sup yer lang kell nor yet yer puss pay.

11 Bat ye gett to my supper a capon of the best,
Tuo or three bottels of yer wine, an bear, an we sall ha a merry feast.

12 ‘Ha ye ony siler, carll, to bint the bear an wine?’
‘O never a peney, misstress, had I lang sine.’

13 The beager wadne lay in the barn, nor yett in the bayr,
Bat in ahind the haa-dor, or att the kitchen-fire.

14 The beager’s bed was well [made] of gued clean stray an hay,
. . . . . . . . .

15 The madin she rose up to bar the dor,
An ther she spayed a naked man, was rinen throu the flour.

16 He tuke her in his arms an to his bed he ran;
‘Hollie we me, sir,’ she says, ’or ye’ll waken our pear man.’

17 The begger was a cuning carle, an never a word he spake
Till he got his turn dean, an sayn began to crak.

18 ‘Is ther ony dogs about this toun? madin, tell me nou:’
‘Fatt wad ye dee we them, my hony an my dou?’

19 ‘They wad ravie a’ my meall-poks an die me mukell wrang:’
‘O doll for the deaing o it! are ye the pear man?

20 ‘I thought ye had ben some gentelman, just leak the leard of Brody!
I am sorry for the doing o itt! are ye the pore boddie?’

21 She tuke the meall-poks by the strings an thrue them our the waa!
‘Doll gaa we meall-poks, madinhead an a’!’

22 She tuke him to her press, gave him a glass of wine;
He tuke her in his arms, says, Honey, ye’ss be mine.

23 He tuke a horn fra his side an he blue loud an shill,
An four-an-tuenty belted knights came att the beager’s will.

24 He tuke out a pean-kniff, lute a’ his dudes faa,
An he was the braest gentelman that was among them a’.

25 He patt his hand in his poket an gaa her ginnes three,
An four-an-tuenty hunder mark, to pay the nires feea.

26 ‘Gin ye had ben a gued woman, as I thought ye had ben,
I wad haa made ye lady of castels eaght or nine.’

Version B

1 THERE was a jolly beggar, and a begging he was bound,
And he took up his quarters into a landart town.
Fa la la, etc.

2 He wad neither ly in barn, nor yet wad he in byre,
But in ahint the ha-door, or else afore the fire.

3 The beggar’s bed was made at een wi good clean straw and hay,
And in ahint the ha-door, and there the beggar lay.

4 raise the goodman’s dochter, and for to bar the door,
And there she saw the beggar standin i the floor.

5 He took the lassie in his arms and to the bed he ran,
‘O hooly, hooly wi me, sir! ye’ll waken our goodman.’

6 The beggar was a cunnin loon, and neer a word he spake
Until he got his turn done, syne he began to crack.

7 ‘Is there ony dogs into this town? maiden, tell me true.’
‘And what wad ye do wi them, my hinny and my dow?’

8 ‘They’ll rive a’ my mealpocks, and do me meikle wrang.’
‘O dool for the doing o’t! are ye the poor man?’

9 Then she took up the mealpocks and flang them oer the wa:
‘The d--l gae wi the mealpocks, my maidenhead and a’!

10 ‘I took ye for some gentleman, at least the Larid of Brodie;
O dool for the doing o’t! are ye the poor bodie?’

11 took the lassie in his arms and gae her kisses three,
And four-and-twenty hunder merk to pay the nurice-fee.

12 He took a horn frae his side and blew baith loud and shrill,
And four-and-twenty belted knights came skipping oer the hill.

13 And he took out his little knife, loot a’ his duddies fa,
And he was the brawest gentleman that was amang them a’.

14 The beggar was a cliver loon and he lap shoulder height:
‘O ay for sicken quarters as I gat yesternight!’

280. The Beggar-Laddie

Version A

1 SHIPERDRR-rrBOY, what is yer trade?
Or what way do ye wine yer bread?
Or what way do ye wine yer bread,
Fan the kipeng nout gies over?

2 ‘Spindels an forls it is my trade,
An bits o sticks to them who need,
Whilk is a gentell trade indeed;
Bony lassie, cane ye lea me?’

3 ‘I lea you as I supos
Rachell loved Jacob of old,
As Jason loied his flice of gould,
Sae dearly do I lea ye.

4 ‘Ye cast off yer clouty coat,
An ye pitt one my scarlett cloke,
An I will follou you just att the back,
Becass ye are a bonny laddie.’

5 He cust off his cloutty coat,
An he patt on her scarlet cloke,
An she folloued him just att the back,
Becaus he was a bonny laddie.

6 They gaed on, an forder on,
Till they came to yon borrous-toun;
She bought a loaf an they both satt doun,
Bat she ate no we her laddie.

7 They gaed on, an forder one,
Till they came to the nest borrous-toun;
I wat the lassie louked doun,
For the following of her laddie.

8 ‘O if I wer on the head of yon hill,
Ther I wad greet my fill,
For the follouing of my laddie.’

9 ‘O had yer toung, my dearest dear,
I ill ha ye back as I brought ye hear,
For I canna bear yer morning.’

10 ‘O had yer toung, my dearest dear,
I will gae throu the warld baith far an near,
Becaus ye’r a bonny ladie.’

11 They gad on, an forder on,
Till they came to his father’s haa,
An he knoked ther fue loudly.

12 ‘O had ye hand, my dear[est] dear,
An dou not knoke sae loudly,
For fear they sud be angry.’

13 Four-an-tuenty gentelmen
They conved the beager ben,
An as mony gay lad s
Conved the beager’s lassie.

14 His brother lead her throu the haa:
‘I wis, brother, we had beagged a’,
For sick a bonny lassie.’

15 That smae night she was bedded,
An the nist morning she was wedded;
She came to gued by grait misgiding,
By the follouing of her laddie.

Version B

1 ’TWAS on a day in the month o June
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . . .
When Phoebus shines sae clearly.

2 . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
She says, My dear, what is your trade
When thiggin ye give over?

3 ‘Spinls and forls is my trade,
Wi bits o sticks I win my bread,
An O it is a winnin trade;
Bonnie lassie, can ye loo me?’
An O it is, etc.

4 ‘O I can love ye manyfold,
As Jacob loved Rachel of old,
And as Jessie loved the cups o gold;
My dear, can ye believe me?’
As Jessie, etc.

5 ‘It’s ye’ll tak aff the robes o red,
An ye’ll pit on the beggin-weed,
An ye’ll gang wi me an ye’ll beg your bread,
An ye’ll be the beggar’s dawtie.’

6 When they cam to yon borough-toon,
They bocht a loaf an they baith sat doon,
They bocht a loaf an they baith sat doon,
An the lassie ate wi her laddie.

7 When they cam to yon grassy hill,
Where spotted flocks do feed their fill,
‘I’ll sit me doon an I’ll greet a while,
For the followin o my laddie.’

8 ‘It’s ye’ll tak aff yer beggin-weed,
An ye’ll pit on the goons o red,
An ye-ll gang ye back the road ye cam
For I canna bide yer greetin.’

9 ‘Betide me weel, betide me woe,
It’s wi the beggar an I’ll go,
An I’ll follow him through frost an snow,
An I’ll be the beggar’s dawtie.’

10 When they cam to yonder ha,
He knockit loud an sair did ca;
She says, My dear, we’ll be foun in fa
For knockin here sae loudly.

11 Four-an-twenty gentlemen
Cam a’ to welcome the beggar in,
An as monie fair ladies gay
To welcome ’s bonnie lassie.

12 When at he gied through the ha,
Tney a’ did laugh, they were like to fa,
Sayin, Brither, I wish we had beggit a’,
For sic a bonnie lassie.

13 ‘The streen ye was the beggar’s bride,
An noo this nicht ye’ll lie by my side,
Come weel, come woe, whateer betide,
An ye’ll be aye my dawtie.’

Version C

1 DOWN in yonder garden gay,
Where many a ladie does repair,
Where many a ladie does repair,
Puing of flowers sae bonnie.

2 ‘O do you see yon shepherd’s son,
Feeding his flocks in yonder loan,
Feeding his flocks in yonder loan?
Vow but he feeds them bonnie!’

3 ‘O laddie, laddie, what is your trade?
Or by what means do you win your bread?
Or by what means do you win your bread?
O laddie, tell unto me.’

4 ‘By making spindles is my trade,
Or whorles in the time o need,
And by which ways I do win my bread:
O lady, do you love me?’

5 ‘As Judas loved a piece of gold,
As Jacob loved Rachel of old,
As Jacob loved Rachel of old,
O laddie, I do love thee.’

6 ‘You must put off your robes of silk,
You must put on my cloutit claes,
And follow me hard at by back,
And ye’ll be my beggar-lassie.’

7 She’s put aff her robes of silk,
And sh’s put on his cloutit claes,
And she’s followed him hard at his back,
And she’s been his beggar-lassie.

8 O when they cam to [the] borrowstoun,
Vow but the lassie lookit doun!
Vow but the lassie lookit doun!
Following her beggar-laddie.

9 O when they cam to Stirling toun,
He coft a loaf and they baith sat doun,
He coft a loaf and they baith sat doun,
And she’s eaten wi her beggar-laddie.

10 ‘O do you see yon hie, hie hill,
Where the corn grows baith rank and tall?
If I was ther, I would greet my fill,
Where naebody wuld see me.’

11 When they came to his brother’s hall,
Vow but he chappit loud and schill!
‘Don’t chap sea loud,’ the lassie said,
‘For we may be fund faut wi.’

12 r-and-twenty gentlemen,
And twice as many gay ladies,
And twice as many gay ladies,
Came to welcome in the lassie.

13 His brother led her thro the hall,
With laughter he was like to fall;
He said, I think we should beg it all,
For she is a bonnie lassie.

14 ‘You must put aff your cloutit claes,
You must put on your robes of silk,
You must put on your robes of silk,
For ye are a young knicht’s ladye.’

Version D

1 ’TWAS in the pleasant month of June,
When woods and valleys a’ grow green,
And valiant ladies walk alane,
While Phoebus shines soe clearly.
And valiant ladies, etc.

2 Out-ower yon den I spied a swain,
Wi a shepherd’s club into his han;
He was driving ewes out-ower yon knowes,
And said, Lassie, I could love you.
He was driving ewes, etc.

3 ‘Oh, I could love you manifold,
As Jacob lovd Rachel of old,
As Jesse lovd the fields of gold,
So dearly could I love you.

4 ‘In ha’s and chambers ye’se be laid,
In silks and cambrics ye’se be clade,
An wi the finest ye’se be fed,
My dear, gin ye would believe me.’

5 ‘Your ha’s and chambers ye’ll soon sweep clean,
Wi your flattering tongue now let me alane;
You are designd to do me wrang,
Awa, young man, and leave me.

6 ‘But tell me now what is your trade,
When you’ve given over sheep and club?’
. . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . .

7 ‘By making besoms I win by bread,
And spindles and whorles in time o need;
Isn’t that a gentle trade indeed?
Bonnie lassie, can you loe me?

8 ‘Will ye cast aff your mantle black
And put on you a clouty cloak,
And follow me close at the back,
The gaberlunyie-laddie?’

9 n she coost aff her mantle black,
And she put on a clouty cloak,
And she followd him close at the back,
Her gaberlunyie-laddie.

10 As they gaed through youn borough-town,
For shame the lassie lookit down,
But they bought a loaf and they both sat down,
And the lassie ate wi her laddie.

11 When they came to his father’s gate,
Sae loudly as he rappd thereat;
‘My dear,’ said she, ’ye’ll be found in faut
For rapping there sae loudly.’

12 Then four-and-twenty gentlemen
Convoyd the gentle beggar ben,
And aye as mony gay ladies
Convoyd the bonny lassie.

13 n they were come into the ha,
Wi laughter a’ were like to fa:
‘I wish, dear brother, we had begg d a’,
For sic a bonnie lassie.’

14 Then as he stood amang them a’,
He let his meal-pocks a’ down fa,
And in red gowd he shone oer them a’,
And she was a young knight’s lady.

15 Yestreen she was the begger’s bride,
As his wife she now stood by his side,
And for a’ the lassie’s ill misguide,
She’s now the young knight’s lady.

Version E

1 ’TWAS in the merry month of June,
When woods and gardens were all in bloom,
When woods and gardens were all in bloom,
And Ph’qbus shining clearly.

2 Did you not see your shepherd-swain,
Feeding his flocks upon the plain,
Feeding his flocks all one by one,
And keeping them together?

3 Did you not see yon bonny green,
Where dukes and lords and my love hath been,
Where dukes and lords and my love hath been,
And Ph’qbus shining clearly?

4 ‘O shepherd, shepherd, tell me indeed
Which is the way you dou win your bread,
Which is the way you dou win your bread,
When feeding you give over?’

5 ‘By making spindles I win my bread,
By turning whorles in time of need,
By turning whorles in time of need,
Say, lassy, can you love me?’

6 ‘I could love you manifold,
As Jacob loved Rachel of old,
As Jacob loved Rachel of old,
So dearly could I love you.’

7 ‘You must cast off these robes of silk,
And put about my shepherd’s cloak,
And you must walk down at my back,
Like a shepherd’s bonny lassie.’

8 She has cast off her robes of silk,
And put about his shepherd’s cloak,
And she has walkd down at his back,
Like a shepherd’s bonny lassie.

9 O they walked up, and they walked down,
Till this fair maiden she’s wearyed grown;
Says she, My dear, we’ll go to some town,
And there tak up our lodgings.

10 O whan they cam to his father’s gate,
Sae loudly, loudly as he did rap;
Says she, My dear, we’ll be found in fault
For rapping here sae boldly.

11 But whan they cam to his father’s hall,
O loud, loud laughter they laughed all,
Saying, Brother, I wish we had herded all,
Ye’ve got sic an a bonny lassie.

12 Now this young couple they were wed,
And all the way the flowers were spread,
For in disguise they were married;
She’s now the young squire’s lady.

281. The Keach I the Creel

Version A

1 A FAIR young may went up the street,
Some white-fish for to buy,
And a bonnie clerk’s faen in love wi her,
And he’s followed her by and by, by,
And he’s followed her by and by.

2 ‘O where live ye, my bonnie lass,
I pray thee tell to me;
For gin the nicht were ever sae mirk
I wad come and visit thee.’

3 ‘O my father he aye locks the door,
My mither keeps the key;
And gin ye were ever sic a wily wight
Ye canna win in to me.’

4 the clerk he had ae true brother,
And a wily wight was he;
And he has made a lang ladder,
Was thirty steps and three.

5 He has made a cleek but and a creel,
A creel but and a pin;
And he’s away to the chimley-top,
And he’s letten the bonnie clerk in.

6 The auld wife, being not asleep,
Heard something that was said;
‘I’ll lay my life,’ quo the silly auld wife,
‘There’s a man i our dochter’s bed.’

7 The auld man he gat owre the bed,
To see if the thing was true;
But she’s ta’en the bonny clerk in her arms,
And coverd him owre wi blue.

8 ‘O where are ye gaun now, father?’ she says,
‘And where are ye gaun sae late?
Ye’ve disturbd me in my evening prayers,
And O but they were sweet!’

9 ‘O ill betide ye, silly auld wife,
And an ill death may ye die!
She has the muckle buik in her arms,
And she’s prayin for you and me.’

10 The auld wife being not asleep,
Then something mair was said;
‘I’ll lay my life,’ quo the silly auld wife,
‘There’s a man i our dochter’s bed.’

11 The auld wife she got owre the bed,
To see if the thing was true;
But what the wrack took the auld wife’s fit?
For into the creel she flew.

12 The man that was at the chimley-top,
Finding the creel was fu,
He wrappit the rape round his left shouther,
And fast to him he drew.

13 ‘O help! O help! O hinny, now, help!
O help, O hinny, now!
For him that ye aye wished me to
He’s carryin me off just now.’

14 ‘O if the foul thief’s gotten ye,
I wish he may keep his haud;
For a’ the lee lang winter nicht
Ye’ll never lie in your bed.’

15 He’s towed her up, he’s towed her down,
He’s towed her through an through;
‘O Gude assist!’ quo the silly auld wife,
‘For I’m just departin now.’

16 He’s towed her up, he’s towed her down,
He’s gien her a richt down-fa,
Till every rib i the auld wife’s side
Playd nick-nack on the wa.

17 O the blue, the bonnie, bonnie blue,
And I wish the blue may do weel!
And every auld wife that’s sae jealous o her dochter,
May she get a good keach i the creel!

Version B

1 As bonnie may went up the street,
Some sweetmeats for to buy,
There was a young clerk followed after her,
And followed her by and by, by,
And followed her by and by.

2 ‘It’s bonnie may, where do you stay?
Or where is ’t that you be?
Oh if the night be neer so dark,
Awat I’ll come and visit thee.’

3 ‘My father locks the door at een,
My mother keeps the key;
Gin ye were neer sic a rovin blade,
Ye canna win in to me.’

4 The young clerk has a young brither,
And a wily wag was he;
He’s made to him a long ladder,
Wi thirty steps and three.

5 And he’s put it to the chimney-top,
And the creel he’s put on a pin,
And he’s put it to the chimney-top,
And he’s let the young clerk in.

6 The auld wife she was standing by,
She heard a word was said;
‘I could lay my life,’ said the silly auld wife,
‘There’s a man in oor dochter’s bed.’

7 The auld man he cam doun the stairs
To see if it were true;
The young clerk was lying in bonnie may’s arms,
And she’s covered him oer wi blue.

8 ‘Where are you goin, dear father?’ she says,
‘Where are you going so late?
You stopped me of my evening prayers,
And oh, but they were sweet!’

9 ‘The deil tak you, ye silly auld wife,
And an ill death may ye dee!
For your dochter was lyin wi the book in her arms,
And she’s praying for you and me.’

10 The auld wife still standin no far by,
Still hearin a word, she said,
‘Ye may say as ye like, ye silly auld man,
There’s a man in oor dochter’s bed.’

11 I dinna ken what’s taen the auld wife’s fit,
But into the creel she flew;
The young clerk[’s brither] being at the chimney-top,
He found the creel was fu.

12 He’s thrown the rope out-owre his shouther,
And to him he did draw;
He’s drawn her up, he’s drawn her doun,
He’s drawn her through and through.

13 Till the auld wife she began to cry,
I’m just departin noo!
But aye he drew her up and doun,
And drew her through and through.

14 He’s drawn her up, he’s let her doun,
He’s gien her evendoun fall,
Till every rib on the auld wife’s side
Played nick-nack on the wall.

15 It’s O the blue, the bonnie, bonnie blue,
I wish the blue may do weel!
For every auld wife that is jealous o her dochter
May be rockit to the d---l in a creel!

Version C

1 As I gaed down to Collistown,
Some white-fish for to buy, buy,
The cunning clerk he followed me,
And he followed me speedily, ly,
And he followed me speedily.

2 Says, Faur ye gaun, my dearest dear?
O faur ye gaun, my dow?
There’s naebody comes to my bedside,
And naebody wins to you.

3 ‘Your brother is a gallant square-wright,
A gallant square-wright is he;
Ye’ll gar him make a lang ladder,
Wi thirty steps and three.

4 ‘And gar him big a deep, deep creel,
A deep creel and a string,
And ye’ll come up to my bedside,
And come bonnily linken in.’

5 The auld gudemand and auld gudewife,
To bed they went, to sleep;
But wae mat worth the auld gudewife!
A wink she coudna get.

6 ‘I dreamd a dreary dream this night,
I wish it binna true,
That the rottens had come thro the wa,
And cutted the coverin blue.’

7 Then up it raise the auld gudeman,
To see gin it was true;
And he’s gane to his daughter dear,
Says, What are ye doing, my dow?

8 ‘What are ye doing, my daughter dear?
What are ye doing, my dow?’
‘The prayer book’s in my hand, father,
Praying for my auld minnie and you.’

9 The auld gudeman and auld gudewife,
To bed they went, to sleep;
But wae mat worth the auld gudewife!
But aye she wakend yet.

10 ‘I dreamd a dreary dream this night,
I wish it binna true,
That the cunning clerk and your ae daughter
Were aneath the coverin blue’

11 ‘O rise yoursell, gudewife,’ he says,
‘The diel may had you fast!
Atween you and your ae daughter
I canno get ae night’s rest.’

12 Up then raise the auld gudewife,
To see gin it was true,
And she feel arselins in the creel,
And up the string they drew.

13 ‘Win up, win up, gudeman,’ she says,
‘Win up and help me now!
For he that ye gae me to last night,
I think he’s catchd me now.’

14 ‘Gin Auld Nick he has catchd you now,
I wish he may had you fast;
As for you and your ae daughter,
I never get kindly rest.’

15 They howded her, and they showded her,
Till the auld wife gat a fa,
And three ribs o the auld wife’s side
Gaed knip-knap ower in twa.

Version D

1 ‘MY father he locks the doors at nicht,
My mither the keys carries ben, ben;
There’s naebody dare gae out,’ she says,
‘And as few dare come in, in,
And as few dare come in.’

2 ‘I will mak a lang ladder,
Wi fifty steps and three,
I will mak a lang ladder,
And lichtly come doun to thee.’

3 He has made a lang ladder,
Wi fifty steps and three,
He has made a lang ladder,
And lichtly come doun the lum.

4 They had na kissd nor lang clappit,
As lovers do whan they meet,
Till the auld wife says to the auld man,
I hear somebody speak.

5 ‘I dreamed a dreem sin late yestreen,
And I’m feard my dream be true;
I dreamd that the rottens cam thro the wa,
And cuttit the covering blue.

6 ‘Ye’ll rise, ye’ll rise, my auld gudeman,
And see gin this be true;’
‘If ye’re wanting rising, rise yoursel,
For I wish the auld chiel ahd you.’

7 ‘I dreamed a dream sin late yestreen,
And I’m feard my dream be true;
I dreamd that the clerk and our ae dother
War rowed in the covering blue.

8 ‘Ye’ll rise, ye’ll rise, my auld gudeman,
And see gin this be true:’
‘If ye’re wanting rising, rise yoursel,
For I wish the auld chiel had you.’

9 But up she raise, and but she gaes,
And she fell into the gin;
He gied the tow a clever tit,
That brought her out at the lum.

10 ‘Ye’ll rise, ye’ll rise, my auld gudeman,
Ye’ll rise and come to me now,
For him that ye’ve gien me sae lang till,
I fear he has gotten me now.’

11 ‘The grip that he’s gotten, I wish he may haud,
And never let it gae,
For atween you and your ae dother
I rest neither nicht nor day.’

282. Jock the Leg and the Merry Merchant

1 As Jock the Leg and the merry merchant
Came from yon borrow’s town,
They took their budgets on their backs,
And fieldert they were boun.

2 But they came to a tavern-house,
Where chapmen used to be:
‘Provide, provide,’ said Jock the Leg,
‘A good supper for me.

3 ‘For the merry merchant shall pay it a’,
Tho it were good merks three;’
‘But never a penny,’ said the merry merchant,
‘But shot, as it fa’s me.

4 ‘A bed, a bed,’ said the merry merchant,
‘It’s time to go to rest;’
‘And that ye shall,’ said the good goodwife,
‘And your covrings o the best.’

5 Then Jock the Leg in one chamber was laid,
The merchant in another,
And lockfast door atween them twa,
That the one might not see the other.

6 But the merchant was not well lain down,
Nor yet well fa’en asleep,
Till up it starts him Jock the Leg,
Just at the merchant’s feet.

7 ‘Win up, win up,’ said Jock the Leg,
‘We might hae been miles three;’
‘But never a foot,’ said the merry merchant,
‘Till day that I do see.

8 ‘For I cannot go by Barnisdale,
Nor yet by Coventry;
For Jock the Leg, that common thief,
Would take my pack from me.’

9 ‘I’ll hae you in by Barnisdale,
And down by Coventry,
And I’ll guard you frae Jock the Leg
Till day that ye do see.’

10 When they were in by Barnisdale,
And in by Coventry,
‘Repeat, repeat,’ said Jock the Leg,
‘The words ye ance tauld me.’

11 ‘I never said aught behind your back
But what I’ll say to thee;
Are ye that robber, Jock the Leg,
Will take my pack frae me?’

12 ‘O by my sooth,’ said Jock the Leg,
‘You’ll find that man I be;
Surrender that pack that’s on your back,
Or then be slain by me.’

13 He’s ta’en his pack down frae his back,
Set it below yon tree;
Says, I will fight for my good pack
Till day that I may see.

14 Then they fought there in good greenwood
Till they were bloody men;
The robber on his knees did fall,
Said, Merchant, hold your hand.

15 ‘An asking, asking,’ said Jock the Leg,
‘An asking ye’ll grant me;’
‘Ask on, ask on,’ said the merry merchant,
‘For men to asking are free.’

16 ‘I’ve dune little harm to you,’ he said,
‘More than you’d been my brother;
Give me a blast o my little wee horn,
And I’ll give you another.’

17 ‘A blast o your little wee horn,’ he said,
‘Of this I take no doubt;
I hope you will take such a blast
Ere both your eyes fly out.’

18 He set his horn to his mouth,
And he blew loud and shrill,
And four-and-twenty bauld bowmen
Came Jock the Leg until.

19 ‘Ohon, alas!’ said the merry merchant,
‘Alas! and woe is me!
Sae many, a party o common theifs,
But nane to party me!

20 ‘Ye’ll wile out six o your best bowmen,
Yourself the seventh to be,
And, put me one foot frae my pack,
My pack ye shall have free.’

21 He wiled six o his best bowmen,
Himslef the seventh to be,
But [him] frae his pack they couldna get,
For all that they could dee.

22 He’s taen his pack into one hand,
His broadsword in the other,
And he slew five o the best bowmen,
And the sixth he has dung over.

23 Then all the rest they gae a shout,
As they stood by the tree;
Some said they would this merchant head,
Some said they’d let him be.

24 But Jock the Leg he then replied,
To this I’ll not agree;
He is the boldest broadsword-man
That ever I fought wi.

25 ‘If ye could wield the bow, the bow
As ye can do the brand,
I would hae you to good greenwood,
To be my master’s man.’

26 ‘Tho I could wield the bow, the bow
As I can do the brand,
I would not gang to good greenwood,
To join a robber-band.’

27 ‘O give me some of your fine linen,
To cleathe my men and me,
And ye’se hae some of my dun deers’ skins,
Below yon greenwood-tree.’

28 ‘Ye’se hae nane o my fine linen,
To cleathe your men and thee,
And I’ll hae nane o your stown deers’ skins,
Below yon greenwood-tree.’

29 ‘Ye’ll take your pack upon your back,
And travel by land or sea;
In brough or land, wherever we meet,
Good billies we shall be.’

30 ‘I’ll take my pack upon my back,
And go by land or sea;
In brough or land, wherever we meet,
A rank theif I’ll call thee.’

283. The Crafty Farmer

1 THE song that I’m going to sing,
I hope it will give you content,
Concerning a silly old man,
That was going to pay his rent.

2 As he was riding along,
Along all on the highway,
A gentleman-thief overtook him,
And thus to him did say.

3 ‘Well overtaken!’ said the thief,
‘Well overtaken!’ said he;
And ‘Well overtaken!’ said the old man,
‘If thou be good company.’

4 ‘How far are you going this way?’
Which made the old man for to smile;
‘By my faith,’ said the old man,
‘I’m just going two mile.

5 ‘I am a poor farmer,’ he said,
‘And I farm a piece of ground,
And my half-year’s rent, kind sir,
Just come to forty pound.

6 ‘And my landlord has not been at home,
I’ve not seen him this twelvemonth or more,
Which makes my rent be large;
I’ve to pay him just fourscore.’

7 ‘Thou shouldst not have told any body,
For thieves there’s ganging many;
If any should light on thee,
They’ll rob thee of thy money.’

8 ‘O never mind,’ said the old man,
‘Thieves I fear on no side,
For the money is safe in my bags,
On the saddle on which I ride.’

9 As they were riding along,
The old man was thinking no ill,
The thief he pulled out a pistol
And bid the old man stand still.

10 But the old man provd crafty,
As in the world there’s many;
He threw his saddle oer the hedge,
Saying, Fetch it, if thou’lt have any.

11 The thief got off his horse,
With courage stout and bold,
To search for the old man’s bag,
And gave him his horse to hold.

12 The old man put ’s foot i the stirrup
And he got on astride;
To its side he clapt his spur up,
You need not bid the old man ride.

13 ‘O stay!’ said the thief, ‘O stay!
And half the share thou shalt have;’
‘Nay, by my faith,’ said the old man,
‘For once I have bitten a knave.’

14 The thief he was not content,
But he thought there must be bags;
He out with his rusty old sword
And chopt the old saddle in rags.

15 When he came to the landlord’s house,
This old man he was almost spent;
Saying, Come, show me a private room
And I’ll pay you a whole year’s rent.

16 ‘I’ve met a fond fool by the way,
I swapt horses and gave him no boot;
But never mind,’ said the old man,
‘For I got the fond fool by the foot.’

17 He opend this rogue’s portmantle,
It was glorious to behold;
There were three hundred pounds in silver,
And three hundred pounds in gold.

18 And as he was riding home,
And down a narrow lane,
He espied his mare tied to a hedge,
Saying, Prithee, Tib, wilt thou gang hame?

19 When he got home to his wife
And told her what he had done,
Up she rose and put on her clothes,
And about the house did run.

20 She sung, and she sung, and she sung,
She sung with a merry devotion,
Saying, If ever our daughter gets wed,
It will help to enlarge her portion.

284. John Dory

1 As it fell on a holy-day,
And vpon an holy-tide-a,
Iohn Dory bought him an ambling nag,
To Paris for to ride-a.

2 And when John Dory to Paris was come,
A little before the gate-a,
John Dory was fitted, the porter was witted
To let him in thereat-a.

3 The first man that John Dory did meet
Was good king John of France-a;
John Dory could well of his courtesie,
But fell downe in a trance-a.

4 ‘A pardon, a pardon, my liege and my king,
For my merie men and for me-a,
And all the churles in merie England,
I’le bring them all bound to thee-a.’

5 And Nicholl was then a Cornish man,
A little beside Bohide-a,
And he mande forth a good blacke barke,
With fiftie good oares on a side-a.

6 ‘Run vp, my boy, vnto 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’]

7 They hoist their sailes, both top and top,
The meisseine and all was tride-a,
And euery man stood to his lot,
What euer should betide-a.

8 The roring cannons then were plide,
And dub-a-dub went the drumme-a;
The braying trumpets lowde they cride
To courage both all and some-a.

9 The grappling-hooks were brought at length,
The browne bill and the sword-a,
John Dory at length, for all his strength,
Was clapt fast vnder board-a.

285. The George Aloe and the Sweepstake

1 THE George Aloe and the Sweepstakes too,
With hey, with ho, for and a nony no
They were two merchant-men, a sailing for Safee.
And along the course of Barbary

2 [The George Aloe to anchor came,
But the jolly Sweepstake kept on her way.]

3 They had not sayled leagues two or three
Before they spyed a sail upon the sea.

4 ‘O hail, O hail, you lusty gallants,
From whence is your good ship, and whither is she bound?’

5 ‘O we are some merchant-men, sailing for Safee:’
‘And we be French rebels, a roving on the sea.

6 ‘O hail, O hail, you English dogs, [hail!]’
‘The[n] come aboard, you French dogs, and strike down your sail!’

7 ‘Amain, amain, you gallant Englishmen!’
‘Come, you French swades, and strike down your sails!’

8 They laid us aboard on the starboard side,
And they overthrew us into the sea so wide.

9 When tidings to the George Aloe came
That the jolly Sweepstakes by a Frenchman was tane,

10 ‘To top, to top, thou little ship-boy,
And see if this French man-of-war thou canst descry.’

11 ‘A sail, a sail, under your lee,
Yea, and another under her bough.’

12 ‘Weigh anchor, weigh anchor, O jolly boatswain,
We will take this Frenchman if we can.’

13 We had not sailed leagues two or three
But we met the French man-of-war upon the sea.

14 ‘All hail, all hail, you lusty gallants,
Of whence is your fair ship, and whither is she bound?’

15 ‘O we are merchant-men, and bound for Safee;’
‘And we are Frenchmen, roving upon the sea.

16 ‘Amain, amain, you English dogs!’
‘Come aboard, you French rogues, and strike your sails!’

17 The first good shot the George Aloe shot,
It made the Frenchmen’s hearts sore afraid.

18 The second shot the George Aloe did afford,
He struck the main-mast over the board.

19 ‘Have mercy, have mercy, you brave English[men].’
‘O what have you done with our brethren on [shore]?.’
As they sail[ed].

20 ‘We laid them aboard on the starboard side,
And we threw them into the sea so wide.’

21 ‘Such mercy as you have shewed unto them,
Even the like mercy shall you have again.’

22 We laid them aboard on the larboard side,
And we threw them into the sea so wide.

23 Lord, how it grieved our hearts full sore
To see the drowned Frenchmen float along the shore!

24 Now, gallant seamen all, adieu,
With hey, with ho, for a nony no
This is the last news that I can write to you.
To England’s coast from Barbary

286. The Sweet Trinity (The Golden Vanity)

Version A

1 SIR WALTER RAWLEIGH has built a ship,
In the Neatherlands
Sir Walter Rawleigh has built a ship,
In the Neather-lands
And it is called The Sweet Trinity,
And was taken by the false gallaly.
Sailing in the Low-lands

2 ‘Is there never a seaman bold
In the Neather-lands
Is there never a seaman bold
In the Neather-lands
That will go take this false gallaly,
And to redeem The Sweet Trinity?’
Sailing, etc.

3 Then spoke the little ship-boy;
In the Neather-lands
Then spoke the little ship-boy;
In the Neather-lands
‘Master, master, what will you give me
And I will take this false gallaly,
And release The Sweet Trinity?’
Sailing, etc.

4 ‘I’ll give thee gold, and I’le give thee fee,
In the Neather-lands
I’ll give thee gold and I’le give thee fee,
In the Neather-lands
And my eldest daughter thy wife shall be.’
Sailing, etc.

5 He set his breast, and away he did swim,
Until he came to the false gallaly.

6 He had an augor fit for the [n]once,
The which will bore fifteen good holes at once.

7 Some ware at cards, and some at dice,
Until the salt water flashd in their eyes.

8 Some cut their hats, and some cuth their caps,
For to stop the salt-water gaps.

9 He set his breast, and away did swim,
Until he came to his own ship again.

10 ‘I have done the work I promised to do,
For I have sunk the false gallaly,
And released The Sweet Trinity.

11 ‘You promised me gold, and you promised me fee,
Your eldest daughter my wife she must be.’

12 ‘You shall have gold, and you shall have fee,
But my eldest daughter you wife shall never be.’
For sailing, etc.

13 ‘Then fare you well, you cozening lord,
Seeling you are not so good as your word.’
For sailing, etc.

14 And thus I shall conclude my song,
Of the sailing in the Low-lands
Wishing all happiness too all seamen both old and young.
In their sailing in the Low-lands

Version B

1 THERE was a gallant ship, and a gallant ship was she
Eck iddle du, and the Lowlands low
And she was called The Goulden Vanitie.
As she sailed to the Lowlands low

2 She had not sailed a league, a league but only three,
Eck, etc.
When she came up with a French gallee.
As she sailed, etc.

3 Out spoke the little cabin-boy, out spoke he;
‘What will you give me if I sink that French gallee?’
As ye sail, etc.

4 Out spoke the captain, out spoke he;
‘We’ll gie ye an estate in the North Countrie.’
As we sail, etc.

5 ‘Then row me up ticht in a black bull’s skin,
And throw me oer deck-buird, sink I or swim.’
As ye sail, etc.

6 So they’ve rowed him up ticht in a black bull’s skin,
And have thrown him oer deck-buird, sink he or soom.
As they sail, etc.

7 About, and about, and about went he,
Until he cam up with the French gallee,
As they sailed, etc.

8 O some were playing cards, and some were playing dice,
When he took out an instrument, bored thrity holes at twice.
As they sailed, etc.

9 Then some they ran with cloaks, and some they ran with caps,
To try if they could stap the saut-water draps.
As they sailed, etc.

10 About, and about, and about went he,
Until he cam back to The Goulden Vanitie.
As they sailed, etc.

11 ‘Now throw me oer a rope and pu me up on buird,
And prove unto me as guid as your word.’
As ye sail, etc.

12 ‘We’ll no throw you oer a rope, nor pu you up on buird,
Nor prove unto you as guid as our word.’
As we sail, etc.

13 Out spoke the little cabin-boy, out spoke he;
Then hang me, I’ll sink ye as I sunk the French gallee.
As ye sail, etc.

14 But they’ve thrown him oer a rope, and have pu’d him up on buird,
And have proved unto him far better than their word.
As they sailed, etc.

Version C

1 ‘I HAVE a ship in the North Countrie,
And she goes by the name of the The Golden Vanity;
I’m afraid she will be taken by some Turkish gallee,
As she sails on the Low Lands Low.’

2 Then up starts our little cabin-boy,
Saying, Master, what will you give me if I do them destroy?
‘I will give you gold, I will give you store,
You shall have my daughter when I return on shore,
If ye sink them in the Low Lands Low.’

3 The boy bent his breast and away he jumpt in;
He swam till he came to this Turkish galleon,
As she laid on the Low Lands Low.

4 The boy he had an auger to bore holes two at twice;
While some were playing cards, and some were playing dice,
He let the water in, and it dazzled in their eyes,
And he sunk them in the Low Lands Low.

5 The boy he bent his breast and away he swam back again,
Saying, Master take me up, or I shall be slain,
For I have sunk them in the Low Lands Low.

6 ‘I’ll not take you up,’ the master he cried;
‘I’ll not take you up,’ the master replied;
‘I will kill you, I will shoot you, I will send you with the tide,
I will sink you in the Low Lands Low.’

7 The boy he swam round all by the starboardside;
They laid him on the deck, and it’s there he soon died;
Then they sewed him up in an old cow’s-hide,
And they threw him overboard, to go down with the tide,
And they sunk him in the Low Lands Low.

287. Captain Ward and the Rainbow

1 STRIKE up, you lusty gallants, with musick and sound of drum,
For we have descryed a rover, upon the sea is come;
His name is Captain Ward, right well it doth appear,
There has not been such a rover found out this thousand year.

2 For he hath sent unto our king, the sixth of January,
Desiring that he might come in, with all his company:
‘And if your king will let me come till I my tale have told,
I will bestow for my ransome full thirty tun of gold.’

3 ‘O nay! O nay!’ then said our king, ‘O nay! this may not be,
To yield to such a rover my self will not agree;
He hath deceivd the French-man, likewise the King of Spain,
And how can he be true to me that hath been false to twain?’

4 With that our king provided a ship of worthy fame,
Rainbow she is called, if you would know her name;
Now the gallant Rainbow she rowes upon the sea,
Five hundred gallant seamen to bear her company.

5 The Dutch-man and the Spaniard she made them for to flye,
Also the bonny French-man, as she met him on the sea:
When as this gallant Rainbow did come where Ward did lye,
‘Where is the captain of this ship?’ this gallant Rainbow did cry.

6 ‘O that am I,’ says Captain Ward, ’There’s no man bids me lye,
And if thou art the king’s fair ship, thou art welcome unto me:’
‘I’le tell thee what,’ says Rainbow, ’our king is in great grief
That thou shouldst lye upon the sea and play the arrant thief,

7 ‘And will not let our merchants ships pass as they did before;
Such tydings to our king is come, which grieves his heart full sore.’
With that this gallant Rainbow she shot, out of her pride,
Full fifty gallant brass pieces, charged on every side.

8 And yet these gallant shooters prevailed not a pin,
Though they were brass on the out-side, brave Ward was steel within;
‘Shoot on, shoot on,’ says Captain Ward, ’your sport well pleaseth me,
And he that first gives over shall yield unto the sea.

9 ‘I never wrongd an English ship, but Turk and King of Spain,
For and the jovial Dutch-man as I met on the main.
If I had known your king but one two years before,
I would have savd brave Essex life, whose death did grieve me sore.

10 ‘Go tell the King of England, go tell him thus from me,
If he reign king of all the land, I will reign king at sea.’
With that the gallant Rainbow shot, and shot, and shot in vain,
And left the rover’s company, and returnd home again.

11 ‘Our royal king of England, your ship’s returned again,
For Ward’s ship is so strong it never will be tane:’
‘O everlasting!’ says our king, ‘I have lost jewels three,
Which would have gone unto the seas and brought proud Ward to me.

12 ‘The first was Lord Clifford, Earl of Cumberland;
The second was the lord Mountjoy, as you shall understand;
The third was brave Essex, from field would never flee;
Which would a gone unto the seas and brought proud Ward to me.’

288. The Young Earl of Essex's Victory Over the Emperor of Germany

Version A

1 COME, sound up your trumpets and beat up your drums,
And let’s go to sea with a valiant good cheer,
In search of a mighty vast navy of ships,
The like has not been for these fifty long year.
Raderer two, tandaro te,
Raderer, tandorer, tan do re.

2 queen she provided a navy of ships,
With sweet flying streamers, so glorious to see,
Rich top and top-gallants, captains and lieutenants,
Some forty, some fifty, brass-pieces and three.

3 They had not saild past a week on the seas,
Not passing a week and days two or three,
But they were aware of the proud emperor,
Both him and all his proud company.

4 When he beheld our powerful fleet,
Sailing along in their glory and pride,
He was amazed at their valour and fame,
Then to his warlike command[er]s he cry’d.

5 These were the words of the old emperor:
Pray who is this that is sailing to me?
If he be king that weareth a crown,
Yet I am a better man than he.

6 ‘It is not a king, nor lord of a crown,
Which now to the seas with his navy is come,
But the young Earl of Essex, the Queen’s lieutenant,
Who fears no foes in Christendom.’

7 ‘Oh! is that lord then come to the seas?
Let us tack about and be steering away;
I have heard so much of his father before
That I will not fight with young Essex today.’

8 O then bespoke the emperor’s son,
As they were tacking and steering away,
‘Give me, royal father, this navy of s[h]ips,
And I will go fight with Essex today.’

9 ‘Take them with all my heart, loving son,
Most of them are of a capital size;
But should he do as his father has done,
Farewel thine honour and mine likewise.’

10 With cannons hot and thundering shot,
These two gallants fought on the main,
And as it was young Essex’s lot,
The emperor’s son by him was taen.

11 ‘Give me my son,’ the emperor cry’d,
‘Who you this day have taken from me,
And I’ll give to the[e] three keys of gold,
The one shall be of High Germany.’

12 ‘I care not for thy three keys of gold,
Which thou hast profferd to set him free,
But thy son he shall to England sail,
And go before the queen with me.’

13 ‘Then have I fifty good ships of the best,
As good as ever were sent to the sea,
And eer my son into England sail,
They shall go all for good company.’

14 They had not fought this famous battle,
They had not fought it hours three,
But some lost legs, and some lost arms,
And some lay tumbling in the sea.

15 Essex he got this battle likewise,
Tho ’twas the hotest that ever was seen;
Home he returnd with a wonderful prize,
And brought the emperor’s son to the queen.

16 O then bespoke the prentices all,
Living in London, both proper and tall,
In a kind letter, sent straight to the queen,
For Essex’s sake they would fight all.

Version B

1 ‘’TRR-+-rrS, old England, old England, I bid thee adieu,
The drums and the trumpets command me frae shore;
And you lusty fellows, both valiant and true,
Will you venture with me where loud cannons roar?’

2 ‘O Billy, O Billy, talk not of the seas,
But stay at home with me on the shore;
I’ll do my endeavour thy fancy to please,
And there’s others to go where loud cannons roar.’

3 ‘O Nelly, O Nelly, I must to the seas,
For there is no gold to be had upon shore;
There’s honour, and gold, and riches likewise,
To the man that doth die where loud cannons roar.’

4 ‘Remember the winds, love, remember the waves,
Remember the dangers that are upon seas;
Remember there is neither coffin nor grave
To the man that doth die where loud cannons roar.’

5 ‘Remember old Benbow, and think on his blows;
Remember the dangers he felt upon seas;
He lost both his legs by one shot of his foes;
He lost his sweet life, yet his honour’s the more.’

6 ‘Remember proud Shawfield, that honoured knight,
Who came with his navy to the Spanish shore;
At the rock of Salem his life took a flight,
And with him there died some hundreds more.’

7 ‘Our queen she has builded a navy of ships,
And they are arrayed all right gloriously;
With top and top-gallant, with captain, lieutenant,
Some fifty, some sixty, brass pieces and three.’

8 ‘Well, since you’ll go, may my blessing advance,
And carry you safely from Flanders to Spain,
And when you’ve conquered that tyrant in France,
Then my blessing return you to old England again.’

9 They had not sailed one hour upon sea,
Not one hour passing days two or three,
Till up came the bold emperour,
The bold emperour of High Germanie.

10 ‘O who is this?’ the bold emperour cries,
‘Who is this that comes sailing to me?
I’m sure he’s knight, or a king of crown,
O I’m sure I am a far better fellow than he.’

11 ‘I am neither a knight, nor a king of a crown,
But here, with my navy, on board I am come;
For I am Lord Essex, the Queen’s lieutenant,
Who never feard foe in all Christendom.’

12 Out and spoke the bold emperour’s son,
All as they were mounting and hyeing away;
‘O father, lend me your navy of ships,
And I’ll go fight with Lord Essex today.’

13 ‘O son, I’ll lend thee my navy of ships,
And they are all of a capable size;
But if he be as good as his old father was,
Adieu to your honour, and mine likewise.’

14 O they have fought on at a terrible rate,
Until it drew nigh to the cool of the day,
And as it fell in young Essex’s lot,
The bold emperour’s son he’s taen prisoner away.

15 ‘O give me my son,’ the bold emperour cried,
‘O give me my son thou hast taken from me,
And you shall have three keys of gold,
And one of them opens High Germanie.’

16 ‘What value I thy three keys of gold,
Or any proud offer thou canst give to me?
For up to old England thy son he must go,
And stand before our queen’s high majesty.’

17 ‘’Tis I have fifteen ships of the best,
And other fifteen distant on sea;
Since up to old England my son he must go,
Then we’ll all go together for good companie.’

289. Mermaid

Version A

1 AS we lay musing in our beds,
So well and so warm at ease,
I thought upon those lodging-beds
Poor seamen have at seas.

2 Last Easter day, in the morning fair,
We was not far from land,
Where we spied a mermaid on the rock,
With comb and glass in hand.

3 The first came up the mate of our ship,
With lead and line in hand,
To sound and see how deep we was
From any rock or sand.

4 The next came up the boatswain of our ship,
With courage stout and bold:
‘Stand fast, stand fast, my brave lively lads,
Stand fast, my brave hearts of gold!’

5 Our gallant ship is gone to wreck,
Which was so lately trimmd;
The raging seas has sprung a leak,
And the salt water does run in.

6 Our gold and silver, and all our cloths,
And all that ever we had,
We forced was to heave them overboard,
Thinking our lives to save.

7 In all, the number that was on board
Was five hundred and sixty-four,
And all that ever came alive on shore
There was but poor ninety-five.

8 The first bespoke the captain of our ship,
And a well-spoke man was he;
‘I have a wife in fair Plymouth town,
And a widow I fear she must be.’

9 The next bespoke the mate of our ship,
And a well-bespoke man was he;
‘I have a wife in fair Portsmouth,
And a widow I fear she must be.’

10 The next bespoke the boatswain of our ship,
And a well-bespoke man was he;
‘I have a wife in fair Exeter,
And a widow I fear she must be.’

11 The next bespoke the little cabbin-boy,
And a well-bespoke boy was he;
‘I am as sorry for my mother dear
As you are for your wives all three.

12 ‘Last night, when the moon shin’d bright,
My mother had sons five,
But now she may look in the salt seas
And find but one alive.’

13 ‘Call a boat, call a boat, you little Plymouth boys,
Don’t you hear how the trumpet[s] sound?
[For] the want of our boat our gallant ship is lost,
And the most of our merry men is drownd.’

14 Whilst the raging seas do roar,
And the lofty winds do blow,
And we poor seamen do lie on the top,
Whilst the landmen lies below.

Version B

1 ONE Friday morn when we set sail,
Not very far from land,
We there did espy a fair pretty maid
With a comb and a glass in her hand, her hand, her hand,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.
While the raging seas did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow,
While we jolly sailor-boys were up into the top,
And the land-lubbers lying down below, below, below,
And the land-lubbers lying down below.

2 Then up starts the captain of our gallant ship,
And a brave young man was he:
‘I’ve a wife and a child in fair Bristol town,
But a widow I fear she will be.’
For the raging seas, etc.

3 Then up starts the mate of our gallant ship,
And a bold young man was he:
‘Oh! I have a wife in fair Portsmouth town,
But a widow I fear she will be.’
For the raging seas, etc.

4 Then up starts the cook of our gallant ship,
And a gruff old soul was he:
‘Oh! I have a wife in fair Plymouth town,
But a widow I fear she will be.’

5 And then up spoke the little cabin-boy,
And a pretty little boy was he;
‘Oh! I am more grievd for my daddy and my mammy
Than you for your wives all three.’

6 Then three times round went our gallant ship,
And three times round went she;
For the want of a life-boat they all went down,
And she sank to the bottom of the sea.

Version C

1 ONE Friday morn as we’d set sail,
And our ship not far from land,
We there did espy a fair mermaid,
With a comb and a glass in her hand, her hand, her hand,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.
While the raging seas did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow,
And we jolly sailor-boys were up, up aloft,
And the landsmen were lying down below,
And the landlubbers all down below, below, below,
And the landlubbers all down below.

2 Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,
Who at once did our peril see;
I have married a wife in fair London town,
And tonight she a widow will be.’

3 And then up spoke the litel cabin-boy,
And a fair-haired boy was he;
‘I’ve a father and mother in fair Portsmouth town,
And this night she will weep for me.’

4 Now three times round goes our gallant ship,
And three times round went she;
For the want of a life-boat they all were drownd,
As she went to the bottom of the sea.

Version D

1 TWAS a Friday morning when we set sail,
And our ship was not far from land,
When there we spied a fair pretty maid,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.
Oh, the raging seas they did roar,
And the stormy winds they did blow,
While we poor sailor-boys were all up aloft,
And the land-lubbers lying down below, below, below,
And the land-lubbers lying down below.

2 Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,
And a mariner good was he;
‘I have married a wife in fair London town,
And this night a widow she will be.’

3 Then up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant ship,
And a brave little boy was he;
‘I’ve a father and a mother in old Portsmouth town,
And this night they will both weep for me.’

4 Then up spoke a seaman of our gallant ship,
And a well-spoken man was he;
‘For want of a long-boat we shall all be drowned,
And shall sink to the bottom of the sea.’

5 Then three times round went that gallant ship,
And down like a stone sank she;
The moon shone bright, and the stars gave their light,
But they were all at the bottom of the sea.

Version E

1 UP and spoke the bonny mermaid,
Wi the comb and the glass in her hand;
Says, Cheer up your hearts, my mariners all,
You are not very far from the land.
And the raging seas do foam, foam,
And the stormy winds do blow,
While we poor sailors must mount to the top,
When the landsmen they lye low.

2 Out and spoke the captain of our ship,
And a fine little man was he;
‘O I’ve a wife in fair London town,
And a widow this night she shall be.’

3 Out and spoke the mate of our ship,
And a tight little man was he;
‘O I’ve a wife in Dublin city,
And a widow this night she shall be.’

4 Out and spoke our second mate,
And a clever little man was he;
‘Oh I have a wife in Greenoch town,
And a widow this night she shall be.’

5 Out and spoke our little prentice boy,
And a fine little boy was he;
‘Oh I am sorry for my mother,’ he said,
‘As you are for your wives all three.’

6 Out and spoke the cook of our ship,
And a rusty old dog was he;
Says, I am as sorry for my pats and my pans
As you are for your wives all three.

Version F

1 GREENLAND, Greenland, is a bonny, bonny place,
Whare there’s neither grief nor flowr,
Whare there’s neither grief nor tier to be seen,
But hills and frost and snow.

2 Up starts the kemp o the ship,
Wi a psalm-book in his hand:
‘Swoom away, swoom away, my merry old boys,
For you’ll never see dry land.’

3 Up starts the gaucy cook,
And a weil gaucy cook was he;
‘I wad na gie aw my pans and my kettles
For aw the lords in the sea.’

4 Up starts the kemp o the ship,
Wi a bottle and a glass intil his hand;
‘Swoom away, swoom away, my merry old sailors,
For you’ll never see dry land.’

5 O the raging seas they row, row, row,
The stormy winds do blow,
As sune as he had gane up to the tap,
As . . . low.

290. The Wylie Wife of the Hie Toun Hie

Version A

1 IT fell about the Martinmas,
When the gentlemen were drinking there wine,
And a’ the discourse that they had
Was about the ladies they gude fine.

2 It’s up an spake a tall young man,
The tallest o the companie;
‘The bonniest lass that I ken off
She lives into the hee town hee.

3 ‘O I would give a guinea of gold,
A guinea and a pint of wine,
I would give it to the hostler’s wife,
For to wile that bonny lassie in.’

4 The hostler’s wife gaed down the stair,
And she’s looked hersell round near by,
And there she spied the bonny handsom girl,
Coming walking down the hee town high.

5 ‘Come in, come in, my bonny handsom girl,
Come speak one word with me;
Come taste a little of our wine,
For it’s new come out of Italie.’

6 So willillie she wil’d her up,
And so willillie she wil’d her in,
And so cunningly she’s locked the door,
And she’s comd down the stair again.

7 One of them took her by the milk-white hand,
And he’s laid her body on the ground,
And aye she sightd, and said, Alass,
’Tis a sin to do me wrong!

8 ‘But since ye hae done sae muckle to me,
And brought me to so muckle shame,
O wad ye be so kind to me
As to tell to me your name.’

9 ‘Of if I tell to you my name,
It’s a thing I never did to none;
But I will tell to the, my dear;
I am the Earl of Beaton’s son.’

10 When two years were past and gone,
This gentleman came walking by,
And there he spied the bonny handsome girl,
Coming walking down the hie town high.

11 ‘To whom belongs that pretty child,
That blinks with its pretty eye?’
‘His father’s from home and has left me alone,
And I have been at the fold milking my ky.’

12 ‘You lie, you lie, my bonny handsome girl,
So loudlie I hear you lie;
O do not you mind that happie day
When ye was drinking the wine wi me?’

13 He’s lighted off his milk-white steed,
He’s kissd her both cheeck and chin;
He’s made a’ the servants in Beaton castle
To welcome this fair lady in.

Version B

1 IT fell about the Martinmas time,
When the nobles were drinking wine,
And the matter of their discourse it was,
‘O the ladies they go fine:’

2 Up then spake a brave gentleman,
The best in the companie;
‘The bonniest lass that eer I saw,
She dwells in the hie town hie.

3 ‘I wad give a guinea of red gold,
Sae wad I a pint of wine,
To onie of the hostler-wives
That wad wyle to me the bonnie lassie in.’

4 Up then spake the hoslter’s wife,
And an ill death may she die!
‘An ye’ll gie me a guinea of gold,
I will wyle the bonnie lassie in to thee.’

5 The hostler’s wife stood on the stair-head,
To see what she could see,
And there she saw this fair creature,
Coming down frae the hie town hie.

6 ‘Come in, come in, my bonnie, bonnie lass,
Come in and speak with me;
Come in and drink a glass of wine,
That’s new come aff the raging sea.’

7 ‘My father’s out upon the plain,
And I am waiting his incoming;
And I’m a girl so neat and trim
That I’m afraid of your merry men.’

8 ‘My merry men are all gone out,
And they will not be in till nine,
And, if ye would my favour win,
Come in and drink a glass of wine.’

9 Sae cunningly she wyld her in,
And sae cunningly she led her round,
Till she wyld her to the room where he was,
And she locked the door the bonnie lass behind.

10 First he kissd her cherry cheeks,
And than he kissd her cherry chin,
And than he kissd her ruby lips,
Saying, Indeed ye’re a weel-faurd thing.

11 ‘O since ye’ve got your will o me,
And brought me unto public shame,
I pray, kind sir, ye’ll marry me,
Or that ye’ll tell me what’s your name.’

12 ‘If I tell my name to you, bonnie lassie,
It’s mair than ever I telld ane;
But I will tell to you, bonnie lassie;
I am an earl’s second son.

13 ‘I am an earl’s second son,
My father has more children than me;
My eldest brother he heirs the land,
And my father he sent me to the sea.’

14 He put his hand into his pocket,
And he gave her sixty guineas and three,
Saying, Fare thee well, my lovely young creature,
Ye’ll never get mair of me.

15 As she went down through Edinburgh streets,
The bonnie bells as they did ring,
‘Farewell, fareweel, my bonnie, bonnie lassie,
Ye’ve got the clod that winna cling.’

16 He hadna been ae week at the sea,
Not a week but only five,
Till the king made him a captain sae brave,
And he made the bonnie lassie his wife.

Version C

1 IN Edinburgh, on a summer evening,
Our gentlemen sat drinking wine,
And every one to the window went,
To view the ladies, they went so fine.

2 They drank the wine, and they spilt the beer,
So merrily as the reel went round,
And a’ the healths that was drucken there
Was to the bonnie lass o the hie toun end.

3 Up then spoke a young squire’s son,
And as he spoke it all alone;
‘Oh, I would give a guinea of gold,
And so would I a pint of wine,
And I would make them their licence free
That would welcome this bonnie lassie in.’

4 The ostler’s wife, on hearin this,
So nimbly down the stairs she ran,
And the first toun’s-body that she met
Was the bonnie lass o the hie toun end.

5 ‘Mistress, ye maun gang wi me
And get a cup o oor claret wine;
It’s new come oer the ragin sea,
Awat it is baith gude and fine.’

6 ‘To gang wi you I daurna stay,
My mither’s wearyin for me in;
I am so beautiful and fine
I am a prey to all young men.’

7 Wi sattin slippers on her feet,
So nimbly up the stair she ran,
And wha so ready as this young squire
To welcome the bonny lassie in.

8 He[’s] taen her by the milk-white hand,
He’s gently led her through the room,
And aye she sighed, and aye she said,
It would be a pity to do me wrong.

9 ‘Now, since you’ve taken your will o me,
I pray, kind sir, tell me your name;’
‘Oh yes, my dear, indeed,’ he said
‘But it’s more than I ever did to one.

10 ‘I am a squire and a squire’s son,
My faither has fifty ploughs o land,
And I’m a man in the militrie,
And I must away and rank up my men.

11 ‘And Jamie Lumsdaine is my name,
From the North Countrie, love, I really came.’

12 About a twelvemonth after that,
He sent a letter owre the main,
And muckle writin was therein,
To the bonnie lass o the hie toun end.

13 About a twelvemonth after that,
He himsel cam owre the main;
He made her Duchess o Douglas Dale,
And to him she’s had a fine young son.

Version D

1 ALL the soldiers in Edinburgh town
Were sitting drinking at the wine,
An all the toasts that were among them
Was a health to the lassie that goes sae fine.

2 Up then spake an officier,
The bravest in the company;
‘To every one I will give a guinea,
A guinea and a pint of wine,
To the ostler’s wife I wald double it a’,
If she’d entice that young lassie in.’

3 The old wife tripped down the stair,
And aye she said, ‘A good morrow, dame!’
And aye she said, an the maid replied,
‘What is your will wi me, madam?’

4 ‘It’s not to do you any harm,
Or yet your body any ill,
But, if you would my favour gain,
Come up an taste one glass of wine.’

5 ‘My father stands on the stair-head,
Just lookin for me to come in;
I am so proper and so tall
I’m much afraid of your merry men.’

6 ‘My merry men, they are all gone out,
An they will not be in till dine;
So, if you would my favour gain,
Come up an taste a glass of wine.’

7 The fair maid tripped up the stair,
The old wife bolted the door behind;
He’s tane her in his arms twa,
Says, O but ye are a bonny thing!

8 Twenty times he kissed her cheek,
An twenty times her bonny chin,
An twenty times her ruby lips!
‘O but ye are a bonny thing!’

9 ‘Noo, since ye’ve got your wills o me,
What is your name, I pray you tell;
. . . . . . . .
. . . . where you dwell.’

10 . . . . . . . .
‘My eldest brother, he heirs the land;
I was forced to be a highwayman,
Or else a soldier, as I am.’

11 An aye the lassie she sat an grat,
An aye thae words spak them atween,
An aye the lassie she sat an grat,
And cursed the auld wife that brocht her in.

12 They had na been in Edinburgh
A month, a month but only nine,
When they have got the royal commission
For to march to Aberdeen.

13 An aye the lassie she sat an grat,
An aye thae words spak them atween,
An aye the lassie she sat an grat,
And cursed the auld wife that brocht her in.

14 They had na been in Aberdeen
A month, a month but only one,
When he got on the captain’s coat,
An made her lady o his land.

15 An aye the lassie she sat an sang,
An aye thae words spak them atween,
An aye the lassie she sat an sang,
An hersed the auld wife that brocht her in.

291. Child Owlet

1 LADY ERSKINE sits in her chamber,
Sewing at her silken seam,
A chain of gold for Childe Owlet,
As he goes out and in.

2 But it fell ance upon a day
She unto him did say,
Ye must cuckold Lord Ronald,
For a’ his lands and ley.

3 ‘O cease! forbid, madam,’ he says,
‘That this shoud eer be done!
How would I cuckold Lord Ronald,
And me his sister’s son?’

4 Then she’s ta’en out a little penknife,
That lay below her bed,
Put it below her green stay’s cord,
Which made her body bleed.

5 Then in it came him Lord Ronald,
Hearing his lady’s moan;
‘What blood is this, my dear,’ he says,
‘That sparks on the fire-stone?’

6 ung Childe Owlet, your sister’s son,
Is now gane frae my bower;
If I hadna been a good woman,
I’d been Childe Owlet’s whore.’

7 Then he has taen him Childe Owlet,
Laid him in prison strong,
And all his men a council held
How they woud work him wrong.

8 Some said they woud Childe Owlet hang,
Some said they woud him burn;
Some said they woud have Childe Owlet
Bewteen wild horses torn.

9 ere are horses in your stables stand
Can run right speedilie,
And ye will to your stable go,
And wile out four for me.’

10 They put a foal to ilka foot,
And ane to ilka hand,
And sent them down to Darling muir,
As fast as they coud gang.

11 There was not a kow in Darling muir,
Nor ae piece o a rind,
But drappit o Child Owlet’s blude
And pieces o his skin.

12 There was not a kow in Darling muir,
Nor ae piece o a rash,
But drappit o Childe Owlet’s blude
And pieces o his flesh.

292. The West-Country Damosel's Complaint

1 ‘WHEN will your marry me, William,
And make me your wedded wife?
Or take you your keen bright sword
And rid me out of my life.’

2 ‘Say no more so then, lady,
Say you no more then so,
For you shall into the wild forrest,
And amongst the buck and doe.

3 ‘Where thou shalt eat of the hips and haws,
And the roots that are so sweet,
And thou shalt drink of the cold water,
That runs underneath [thy] feet.’

4 Now she had not been in the wild forrest
Passing three months and a day
But with hunger and cold she had her fill,
Till she was quite worn away.

5 At last she saw a fair tyl’d-house,
And there she swore by the rood
That she would to that fair tyl’d-house,
There for to get her some food.

6 But when she came unto the gates,
Aloud, aloud she cry’d,
An alms, an alms, my own sister!
I ask you for no pride.

7 Her sister calld up her merry men all,
By one, by two, and by three,
And bid them hunt away that wild doe,
As far as ere they could see.

8 They hunted her ore hill and dale,
And they hunted her so sore
That they hunted her into the forrest,
Where her sorrows grew more and more.

9 She laid a stone all at her head,
And another all at her feet,
And down she lay between these two,
Till death had lulld her asleep.

10 When sweet Will came and stood at her head,
And likewise stood at her feet,
A thousand times he kist he[r] cold lips,
Her body being fast asleep.

11 Yea, seaven times he stood at her feet,
And seaven times at her head,
A thousand times he shook her hand,
Although her body was dead.

12 ‘Ah wretched me!’ he loudly cry’d,
‘What is it that I have done?
O woud to the powers above I’de dy’d,
When thus I left her alone!

13 ‘Come, come, you gentle red-breast now,
And prepare for us a tomb,
Whilst unto cruel Death I bow,
And sing like a swan my doom.

14 ‘Why could I ever cruel be
Unto so fair a creature?
Alas! she dy’d for love of me,
The loveliest she in nature!

15 ‘For me she left her home so fair
To wander in ths wild grove,
And there with sighs and pensive care
She ended her life for love.

16 ‘O constancy, in her thou’rt lost!
Now let women boast no more;
She’s fled unto the Elizium coast,
And with her carryd the store.

17 ‘O break, my heart, with sorrow filld,
Come, swell, you strong tides of grief!
You that my dear love have killd,
Come, yield in death to me relief.

18 ‘Cruel her sister, was’t for me
That to her she was unkind?
Her hunband I will never be,
But with this my love be joynd.

19 ‘Grim Death shall tye the marriage-bands,
Which jealousie shan’t divide;
Together shall tye our cold hands,
Whilst here we lye side by side.

20 ‘Witness, ye groves, and chrystial streams,
How faithless I late have been,
But do repent with dying leaves
Of that my ungrateful sin;

21 ‘And wish a thousand times that I
Had been but to her more kind,
And not have let a virgin dye
Whose equal there’s none can find.

22 ‘Now heaps of sorrow press my soul;
Now, now ’tis she takes her way;
I come, my love, without controule,
Nor from thee will longer stay.’

23 With that he fetchd a heavy groar
Which rent his tender breast,
And then by her he laid him down,
When as death did give him rest.

24 Whilst mournful birds, with leavy boughs,
To them a kind burial gave,
And warbled out their love-sick vows,
Whilst they both slept in their grave.

293. John of Hazelgreen

Version A

1 INTO a sweet May morning,
As the sun clearly shone,
I heard a propper damsell
Making a heavy moan;
Making a heavy moan,
I marvelled what she did mean,
And it was for a gentleman,
Sir John of Hasillgreen.

2 ‘What aileth thee now, bony maid
To mourn so sore into the tide?
O happy were the man,’ he sayes,
‘That had thee to his bride,
To ly down by his side;
Then he were not to mean;’
But still she let the tears down fall
For pleasant Hasilgreen.

3 ‘Oh what for a man is Hasillgreen?
Sweet heart, pray tell to me.’
‘He is a propper gentleman,
Dwels in the South Countrie;
With shoulders broad and arms long,
And comely to be seen;
His hairs are like the threeds of gold,
My pleasant Hasilgreen.’

4 ‘Now Hasilgreen is married,
Let all this talking be.’
‘If Hasilgreen be married,
This day then woe to me;
For I may sigh and sob no more,
But close my weeping een,
And hold my peace and cry no more,
But dy for Hasilgreen.’

5 ‘Will you let Hasilgreen alone,
And go along with me?
I’ll marry you on my eldest son,
Make you a gay lady.’
‘Make me a gay lady?’ she sayes,
‘I am a maid too mean;
I’ll rather stay at home,’ she cries,
‘And dy for Hasilgreen.’

6 He takes this pretty maid him behind
And fast he spurred the horse,
And they’re away to Bigger toun,
The in to Biggar Cross.
Their lodging was far sought,
And so was it foreseen;
But still she let the tears doun fall
For pleasant Hasillgreen.

7 He’s ta’en this pretty maid by the hand,
And he is doun the toun;
He bought for her a pettycoat,
Yea, and a trailing goun;
A silken kell fitt for her head,
Laid oer with silver sheen;
But still she let the tears doun fall
For pleasant Hasilgreen.

8 He’s taen this bony mey him behind,
And he is to the Place,
Where there was mirth and merryness,
And ladyes fair of face;
And ladyes fair of face,
Right seemly to be seen,
But still she let the tears doun fall
For pleasant Hasilgreen.

9 Young Hasilgreen ran hastilie
To welcome his father dear;
He’s ta’en that pretty maid in his arms,
And kist off her falling tear:
‘O bony mey, now for thy sake
I would be rent and rien;
I would give all my father’s lands
To have thee in Hasilgreen.’

10 ‘O hold your tongue now, son,’ he sayes,
‘Let no more talking be;
This maid has come right far from home
This day to visit thee.
This day should been your wedding-day,
It shall be thy bridall-een,
And thou ’s get all thy father’s lands,
And dwell in Hasillgreen.’

Version B

1 IT was on a morning early,
Before day-licht did appear,
I heard a pretty damsel
Making a heavy bier;
Making a heavy bier,
I wonderd what she did mean;
But ay the tears they rappit doun,
Crying, O Jock o Hazelgreen!

2 ‘O whare is this Hazelgreen, maid?
That I may him see.’
‘He is a ticht and a proper man,
Lives in the South Cuntree.
His shoulders broad, his arms lang,
O he’s comely to be seen!’-+--+-
But ay the tears they drappit doun
For Jock o Hazelgreen.

3 ‘Will ye gang wi me, fair maid?
. . . . . . .
And I’ll marry ye on my son,’
. . . . . . .
‘Afore I’d go along wi you,
To be married on your son,
I’d rather choose to stay at hame,
And die for Hazelgreen.’

4 But he has tane her up behind,
And spurred on his horse,
Till ance he cam to Embro toun,
And lichted at the corss.
He bought to her a petticoat,
Besides a handsome goun;
He tied a silver belt about her waist,
Worth thrice three hunder pund.

5 And whan he cam to Hazelyetts,
He lichted doun therein;
Monie war the brave ladies there,
Monie ane to be seen.
She lichted doun amang them aw,
She seemed to be the queen;
But ay the tears they rappit doun
For Jock o Hazelgreen.

6 Young Hazelgreen took her by the hand
And led her out and in:
Said, Bonnie lady, for your sake,
I could be baith rent and rien;
I wad gie aw my lands and rents,
Tho I had kingdoms three,
If I could hae the great pleasure
To enjoy thy fair bodie.

7 ‘No more of this,’ his father said,
‘Of your mourning let abee;
I brought the damsel far frae hame,
She’s thrice as wae for thee.
The morn is your bridal-day,
The nicht is your bridal-een,
And I’ll gie you aw my lands and rents,
My pleasing son, Hazelgreen.’

Version C

1 As I gaed out in a may morning,
Afore that I could see,
And there I heard a pretty fair may
Making sweet melodie.
She was making sic melodie,
I wonderd what she could mean;
But ay she sang and sang about
Sweet John o Hazelgreen.

2 ‘O what na man is Hazelgreen?
Fair may, pray tell to me.’
‘He is a stout and a tall young man
As in a’ the South Countrie.
He is a stout and a tall young man,
And comely to be seen;
But still O I maun weep and wail
For John o Hazelgreen.’

3 ‘Hold your tongue, fair maid,’ he says,
‘And let your weeping alane;
I’ll marry you to my eldest son,
And you shall be ca’d my dame.’

4 He has tane her on ahint him,
And fast he spurred the steed;
For Edinbro town he there was bound,
Where they soon came wi speed.

7 He’s tane her to the Luckenbooths,
Coft her a braw new gown,
A handsome feather for her hat,
And a pair o silken shoon.

8 He has tane the fair may up again,
And fast awa rode he;
For Hazelgreen now he was bound,
Her lodging there to be.

9 She jumped aff frae ahint him,
As fair as any queen;
‘Come down, come down, Lord John,’ he says,
‘And welcome your lady hame.

10 ‘It is the tall and comely youth,
Sweet John o Hazelgreen;
If we canna see it bridal-day,
It shall be bridal-een’

Version D

1 As I went forth to take the air
Intill an evening clear,
And there I spied a lady fair,
Making a heavy bier;
Making a heavy bier, I say,
But and a piteous meen,
And aye she sighd, and said, Alas,
For John o Hazelgreen!

2 The sun was sinking in the west,
The stars were shining clear,
When thro the thickets o the wood,
A gentleman did appear.
Says, Who has done you the wrong, fair maid,
And left you here alane?
Or who has kissd your lovely lips,
That ye ca Hazelgreen?

3 ‘Hold your tongue, kind sir,’ she said,
‘And do not banter so;
How will ye add affliction
Unto a lover’s woe?
For none’s done me the wrong,’ she said,
‘Nor left me here alane;
Nor none has kissd my lovely lips,
That I ca Hazelgreen.’

4 ‘Why weep ye by the tide, lady?
Why weep ye by the tide?
How blythe and happy might he be
Gets you to be his bride!
Gets you to be his bride, fair maid,
And him I’ll no bemean;
But when I take my words again,
Whom call ye Hazelgreen?

5 ‘What like a man was Hazelgreen?
Will ye show him to me?’
‘He is a comely, proper youth
I in my sleep did see;
Wi arms tall, and fingers small,
He’s comely to be seen;’
And aye she loot the tears down fall
For John o Hazelgreen.

6 ‘If ye’ll forsake young Hazelgreen,
And go along with me,
I’ll wed you to my eldest son,
Make you a lady free.’
‘It’s for to wed your eldest son
I am a maid oer mean;
I’ll rather stay at home,’ she says
‘And die for Hazelgreen.’

7 ‘If ye’ll forsake young Hazelgreen,
And go along with me,
I’ll wed you to my second son,
And your weight o gowd I’ll gie.’
‘It’s for to wed your second son
I am a maid oer mean;
I’ll rather stay at home,’ she says,
‘And die for Hazelgreen.’

8 Then he’s taen out a siller comb,
Combd down her yellow hair;
And look d in a diamond bright,
To see if she were fair.
‘My girl, ye do all maids surpass
That ever I have seen;
Cheer up your heart, my lovely lass,
And hate young Hazelgreen.’

9 ‘Young Hazelgreen he is my love,
And ever mair shall be;
I’ll nae forsake young Hazelgreen
For a’ the gowd ye’ll gie.’
But aye she sighd, and said, Alas!
And made a piteous meen,
And aye she loot the tears down fa
For John o Hazelgreen.

10 He look d high, and lighted low,
Set her upon his horse;
And they rode on the Edinburgh,
To Edinburgh’s own cross.
And when she in that city was,
She lookd like ony queen:
‘’Tis a pity such a lovely lass
Shoud love young Hazelgreen.’

11 ‘Young Hazelgreen, he is my love,
And ever mair shall be;
I’ll nae forsake young Hazelgreen
For a’ the gowd ye’ll gie.’
And aye she sighd, and said, Alas!
And made a piteous meen,
And aye she loot the tears down fa
For John o Hazelgreen.

12 ‘Now hold your tongue, my well-fard maid,
Lat a’ your mourning be,
And a’ endeavours I shall try
To bring that youth to thee,
If ye’ll tell me where your love stays,
His stile and proper name.’
‘He’s laird o Taperbank,’ she says,
‘His stile, Young Hazelgreen.’

13 Then he has coft for that lady
A fine silk riding-gown,
Likewise he coft for that lady
A steed, and set her on;
Wi menji feathers in her hat,
Silk stockings and siller sheen,
And they are on to Taperbank,
Seeking young Hazelgreen.

14 They nimbly rode along the way,
And gently spurrd their horse,
Till they rode on to Hazelgreen,
To Hazelgreen’s own close.
Then forth he came, young Hazelgreen,
To welcome his father free:
‘You’re welcome here, my father dear,
And a’ your companie.’

15 But when he lookd oer his shoulder,
A light laugh then gae he;
Says, If I getna this lady,
It’s for her I must die.
I must confess this is the maid
I ance saw in a dream,
A walking thro a pleasant shade,
As fair’s a cypress queen.

16 ‘Now hold your tongue, young Hazelgreen,
Lat a’ your folly be;
If ye be wae for that lady,
She’s thrice as wae for thee.
She’s thrice as wae for thee, my son,
As bitter doth complain;
Well is she worthy o the rigs
That lie on Hazelgreen.’

17 He’s taen her in his arms twa,
Led her thro bower and ha:
‘Cheer up your heart, my dearest dear,
Ye’re flower out-oer them a’.
This night shall be our wedding-een,
The morn we’ll say, Amen;
Ye’se never mair hae cause to mourn,
Ye’re lady o Hazelgreen.’

Version E

1 ‘WHY weep ye by the tide, ladye?
Why weep ye by the tide?
I’ll wed ye to my youngest son,
And ye sall be his bride.
And ye sall be his bride, ladye,
Sae comely to be seen;’
But aye she loot the tears down fa
For John o Hazelgreen.

2 ‘O whaten a man is Hazelgreen?
I pray thee tell to me.’
‘O there’s not a handsomer gentleman
In a’ the South Countrie.
His arms are long, his shoulder broad,
Sae comely to be seen!’
And aye she loot the tears down fa
For John o Hazelgreen.

294. Dugal Quin

1 DUGALL QUIN came to the toun,
An he’s ben lang awaa,
An he is one to Lissie’s bed,
Tartan, trues, an a’.

2 ‘Hou wad ye leak me, Lisie,’ he says,
‘Gin that I war yer ain,
We raged cot apon my back,
An singel-soled sheen,
A littel we bonnet on my head,
An tua merry wenking ean?’

3 ‘Well wad I leak ye, Dugall,’ she says,
‘Gin that ye war my ain,
We ragged coat upon yer back,
An singel-soled sheen,
A littel we bonnet on yer head,
An tua merry wenking eyn.

4 ‘Hou wad ye leak me, Dugall,’ she says,
‘Gin I wer yer ain,
We silken sneed upon my head,
An gold fann in my hand,
An madins ning, a’ clead in green,
To be att my comand?’

5 ‘Well wad I leak ye, Lisie,’ he says,
‘Gin ye wer my ain,
We silken sneed upon yer head,
An a goud fan in yer hand,
An madins nine, a’ clad in green,
To be att yer command.

6 ‘Follou me nou, Lisie,’ he says,
‘Follou me throu Farie,
An reap the boddoms of my pakets,
An ye’ll gett tempeng chiss of farei.’

7 Outspak her father, says,
Lissie, I widna wish ye,
For gin ye gay we this young man
They will say I ha bat lost ye.

8 ‘O had yer toung, my father dear,
For a’ that winne brake me;
For I will gaa we this young man,
Since it’s his will to take me.’

9 ‘Follou me nou, Liss,’ he says,
‘An follou me throu Farie,
An reap the boddom of my poket,
An ye’ll gett tempeng chess of farie.’

10 ‘Wea matt worth yer well-fared face,
Alas that ever I saa ye!
The first an thing that ever ye gaa to me
Was the tempen chess of farie.’

11 Dugall Quin read doun the toun,
Upon Dumfarling’s horses,
An Lisie Meanes folloued him,
For a’ her father’s forces.

12 ‘Follou me nou, Lisie,’ he says,
‘An follou me our Boggie;
I ill make ye lady of ning mills,
An lady of bonny Garlog .’

13 She has folloued her trou-love
[An folloued him] our Boggie,
An she has marred Dugall Quin,
An lives belou Strathbogy.

295. The Brown Girl

Version A

1 ‘I am as brown as brown can be,
My eyes as black as a sloe;
I am as brisk as a nightingale,
And as wilde as any doe.

2 ‘My love has sent me a love-letter,
Not far from yonder town,
That he could not fancy me,
Because I was so brown.

3 ‘I sent him his letter back again,
For his love I valu’d not,
Whether that he could fancy me
Or whether he could not.

4 ‘He sent me his letter back again,
That he lay dangerous sick,
That I might then go speedily
To give him up his faith.’

5 Now you shall hear what love she had
Then for this love-sick man;
She was a whole long summer’s day
In a mile a going on.

6 When she came to her love’s bed-side,
Where he lay dangerous sick,
She could not for laughing stand
Upright upon her feet.

7 She had a white wand all in her hand,
And smoothd it all on his breast;
‘In faith and troth come pardon me,
I hope your soul’s at rest.

8 ‘I’ll do as much for my true-love
As other maidens may;
I’ll dance and sing on my love’s grave
A whole twelvemonth and a day.’

Version B

1 ‘I am as brown as brown can be,
And my eyes as black as sloe;
I am as brisk as brisk can be,
And wild as forest doe.

2 ‘My love he was so high and proud,
His fortune too so high,
He for another fair pretty maid
Me left and passed me by.

3 ‘Me did he send a love-letter,
He sent it from the town,
Saying no more he loved me,
For that I was so brown.

4 ‘I sent his letter back again,
Saying his love I valued not,
Whether that he would fancy me,
Whether that he would not.

5 ‘When that six months were overpassd,
Were overpassd and gone,
Then did my lover, once so bold,
Lie on his bed and groan.

6 ‘When that six months were overpassd,
Were gone and overpassd,
O then my lover, once so bold,
With love was sick at last.

7 ‘First sent he for the doctor-man:
‘You, doctor, me must cure;
The pains that now do torture me
I can not long endure.’

8 ‘Next did he send from out the town,
O next did send for me;
He sent for me, the brown, brown girl
Who once his wife should be.

9 ‘O neer a bit the doctor-man
His sufferings could relieve;
O never an one but the brown, brown girl
Who could his life reprieve.’

10 Now you shall hear what love she had
For this poor love-sick man,
How all one day, a summer’s day,
She walked and never ran.

11 When that she came to his bedside,
Where he lay sick and weak,
O then for laughing she could not stand
Upright upon her feet.

12 ‘You flouted me, you scouted me,
And many another one;
Now the reward is come at last,
For all that you have done.’

13 The rings she took from off her hands,
The rings by two and three:
‘O take, O take these golden rings,
By them remember me.’

14 She had a white wand in her hand,
She strake him on the breast:
‘My faith and troth I give back to thee,
So may thy soul have rest.’

15 ‘Prithee,’ said he, ’Forget, forget,
Prithee forget, forgive;
O grant me yet a little space,
That I may be well and live.’

16 ‘O never will I forget, forgive,
So long as I have breath;
I’ll dance above your green, green grave
Where you do lie beneath.’

296. Walter Lesly

1 On the second of October, a Monday at noon,
In came Walter Lesly, to see his proper one;
He sent a chair down by her side, and gently sat her by,
Says, Will ye go to Conland, this winter-time to lye?

2 He’s taen a glass into his hand, inviting her to drink,
But little knew she his meaning, or what the rogue did think;
Nor what the rogue did think, to steal the maid away;
‘Will ye go to Conland, this winter-time to lye?’

3 When they had taen a glass or two, and all were making merry,
In came Geordy Lesly, and forth he did her carry;
Then upon high horseback sae hard’s he did her tye,
‘Will ye go to Conland, this winter-time to lye?’

4 Her mother she came to the door, the saut tears on her cheek,
She coudna see her daughter, it was for dust and reek;
It was for dust and reek, the swords they glancd sae high;
‘And will ye go to Conland, this winter-time to lye?’

5 When they came to the ale-house, the people there were busy;
A bridal-bed it was well made, and supper well made ready;
When the supper down was set, baith plum-pudding and pie,
‘And will ye go to Conland, this winter-time to lye?’

6 When they had eaten and well drunken, and a’ man bound for bed,
The laddie and the lassie in ae chamber were laid;
He quickly stript her to the smock, and gently laid her bye,
Says, Will ye go to Conland, this winter-time to lye?

7 But Walter being weary, he fell fast asleep,
And then the lassie thought it fit to start up till her feet;
To start up till her feet, and her petticoats to tye,
‘We’ll go no more to Conland, the winter-time to lye.’

8 Then over moss and over muir sae cleverly she ran,
And over hill and over dale, without stockings or shoon;
The men pursued her full fast, wi mony shout and cry,
Says, Will ye go to Conland, the winter-time to lye.

9 ‘Wae to the dubs o Duffus land, that eer they were sae deep;
They’ve trachled a’ our horsemen and gart our captain sleep;
And gart our captain sleep, and the lassie win away,
And she’ll go no more to Conland, the winter-time to lye.’

10 ‘I’d rather be in Duffus land, selling at the ale,
Before I was wi Lesly, for a’ his auld meal;
For a’ his auld meal, and sae mony comes to buy;
I’ll go no more to Conland the winter-time to lye.

11 ‘I’d rather be in Duffus land, draggin at the ware,
Before I was wi Lesly, for a’ his yellow hair;
For a’ his yellow hair, and sae well’s he can it tye;
I’ll go no more to Conland, this winter-time to lye.’

12 It was not for her beauty, nor yet her gentle bluid,
But for her mither’s dollars, of them he had great need;
Of them he had great need, now he maun do them by,
For she’ll go no more to Conland, this winter-time to lye.

297. Earl Rothes

1 ‘O EARL Rothes, an thou wert mine,
And I were to be thy ladie,
I wad drink at the beer, and tipple at the wine,
And be my bottle with any.’

2 ‘Hold thy tongue, sister Ann,’ he says,
‘Thy words they are too many;
What wad ye do wi sae noble a lord,
When he has so noble a ladie?

3 ‘O I’ll pay you your tocher, Lady Ann,
Both in gear and money,
If ye’ll forsake Earl Rothes’s companie,
And mind that he has a ladie.’

4 ‘I do not value your gold,’ she says,
‘Your gear it’s no sae readie;
I’ll neer forsake Earl Rothes’s companie,
And I don’t gie a fig for his ladie.’

5 ‘I’ll keep ye i the caslte, Lady Ann,
O servants ye shall hae monie;
I’ll keep ye till ye’re safely brocht to bed,
And I’ll mak you a marquis’s ladie.’

6 ‘I do not value your castle,’ she says,
‘Your servants are no sae readie;
Earl Rothes will keep me till I’m brocht to bed,
And he’ll mak me a marquis’s ladie.’

7 ‘Woe be to thee, Earl Rothes,’ he says,
‘And the mark o the judge be upon thee,
For the using o this poor thing sae,
For the using my sister so badly.

8 ‘When I’m come to the years of a man,
And able a sword to carry,
I’ll thrust it thro Earl Rothes’ bodie
For the using my sister sae basely.

9 ‘Fare thee well, Lady Ann,’ he says,
‘No longer will I tarry;
You and I will never meet again,
Till we meet at the bonny town o Torry.’

298. Young Peggy

1 ‘O WHARE hae ye been, Peggy?
O whare hae ye been?’
‘I the garden amang the gilly-flowrs,
Atween twal hours and een.’

2 ‘Ye’ve na been there your leen, Peggy,
Ye’ve na been there your leen;
Your father saw you in Jamie’s arms,
Atween twal hours and een.’

3 ‘Tho my father saw me in Jamie’s arms,
He’ll see me there again;
For I will sleep in Jamie’s arms
When his grave’s growin green.’

4 ‘Your Jamie is a rogue, Peggy,
Your Jamie is a loun,
For trysting out our ae dochter,
And her sae very young.’

5 ‘Lay no the wyte on Jamie, mither,
The blame a’ lies on me;
For I will sleep in Jamie’s arms
When your een winna see.’

6 Now she has to her ain bouer gane;
He was waiting there him leen:
‘I’m blythe to see ye, Jamie, here,
For we maunna meet again.’

7 She’s tane the wine-glass in her hand,
Pourd out the wine sae clear;
Says, Here’s your health and mine, Jamie,
And we maun meet na mair.

8 She has tane him in her arms twa,
And gien him kisses five;
Says, Here’s your health and mine, Jamie,
I wish weel mote ye thrive.

9 ‘Your father has a bonnie cock,
Divides the nicht and day,
And at the middle watch o the nicht
In greenwud ye’ll meet me.’

10 Whan bells war rung, and mass was sung,
And a’ men boun for bed,
She’s kilted up her green claithing,
And met Jamie in the wud.

11 Whan bells war rung, and mass was sung,
About the hour o twa,
It’s up bespak her auld father,
Says, Peggy is awa!

12 ‘Ga saddle to me the black, the black,
Ga saddle to me the grey;’
But ere they wan to the tap o the hill
The wedding was a’ bye.

299. Trooper and Maid

Version A

1 One evening as a maid did walk,
The moon was shining clearly,
She heard a trooper at the gates,
She thought it was her dearie.
She’s taen his horse then by the head,
And led him to the stable,
And gien to him baith corn and hay,
To eat what he was able.
Bonny lass, gin I come near you,
Bonny lass, gin I come near you,
I’ll gar a’ your ribbons reel,
Bonny lass, or eer I lea you.

2 She’s taen the trooper by the hand,
And led him to the table,
And furnishd him wi bread and cheese,
To eat what he was able.
She’s taen the wine-glass in her hand,
Poured out the wine sae clearly;
‘Here is your health an mine,’ she cried,
‘And ye’re welcome hame, my deary!

3 ‘A glass o wine for gentlemen,
And bonny lads for lasses,
And bread and cheese for cavaliers,
And corn and hay for asses.’
Then she went but and made his bed,
She made it like a lady,
And she coost aff her mankie gown,
Says, Laddie, are you ready?

4 Then he coost aff his big watch-coat,
But and his silken beaver,
A pair o pistols frae his side,
And he lay down beside her.
‘Bonny lassie, I am wi you now,
Bonny lassie I am wi you,
But I’ll gar a’ your ribbons reel,
Bonny lassie, ere I lea you.’

5 The trumpet sounds thro Birldale,
Says, Men and horse, make ready;
The drums do beat at Staneman hill,
‘Lads, leave your mam and daddie.’
The fifes did play at Cromley banks,
‘Lads, leave the lewes o Fyvie;’
And then the trooper he got up,
Says, Lassie, I must lea you.

6 ‘Bonny lassie, I maun lea you now,
Bonny lassie, I maun lea you;
But if ever I come this road again,
I will come in and see you.’

7 She’s taen her gown out-ower her arms,
And followed him to Stirling,
And aye the trooper he did say,
O turn ye back, my darling.
‘O when will we twa meet again?
Or when will you me marry?’
‘When rashin rinds grow gay gowd rings,
I winna langer tarry.’

8 ‘O when will we twa meet again?
Or when will you me marry?’
‘When heather-knaps grow siller taps,
I winna langer tarry.’
‘O when will we twa meet again?
Or when will you me marry?’
‘When heather-cows grow owsen-bows,
I winna langer tarry.’

9 ‘O when will we twa meet again?
Or when will you me marry?’
‘When cockle-shells grow siller bells,
I winna langer tarry.’
‘O when will we twa meet again?
Or when will you me marry?’
‘When apple-trees grow in the seas,
I winna langer tarry.’

10 ‘O when will we twa meet again?
Or when will you me marry?’
‘When fishes fly, and seas gang dry,
I winna langer tarry.’
‘O when will we twa meet again?
Or when will you me marry?’
‘When frost and snaw shall warm us a’,
I winna langer tarry.’

11 ‘Yestreen I was my daddie’s dow,
But an my mamy’s dawtie;
This night I gang wi bairn to you,
Wae’s me that I eer saw thee!’
‘Yestreen ye were your daddie’s dow,
But an your mammie’s dawtie;
But gin ye gang wi bairn to me,
Ye may rue that eer ye saw me.

12 ‘O turn back, my bonny lass,
And turn back, my dearie;
For the Highland hills are ill to climb,
And the bluidy swords woud fear ye.’

Version B

1 There cam a trooper frae the West,
And of riding he was weary;
He rappit at and clappit at,
In calling for his dearie.
By chance the maid was in the close,
The moon was shining clearly,
She opened the gates and let him in,
Says, Ye’re welcome hame, my dearie.

2 She took the horse by the bridle-reins
And led him to the stable;
She gave him corn and hay to eat,
As much as he was able.
She up the stair and made the bed,
She made it fit for a lady,
Then she coost aff her petticoat,
Said, Trooper, are ye ready?

3 . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . .
‘There’s bread and cheese for musqueteers,
And corn and hay for hor[s]es,
Sack and sugar for auld wives,
And lads for bonnie lasses.’

4 He coost aff his gude buff coat,
His boots, likewise his beaver,
He drew his rapier frae his side,
And streekit him down beside her.
‘Bonnie lass, I trew I’m near the[e] now,
Bonnie lass, I trew I’m near thee,
And I’ll gar a’ thy ribbons reel,
Bonnie lassie, or I lea thee.’

5 They had but spoken little a while
Till of speaking they were weary;
They sleeped together in each other’s arms
Till the sun was shining clearly.
The very first sound the trumpet gave
Was, Troopers, are ye ready?
Away you must to London town,
Or else for Londonderry.

6 She took the bottle in her hand,
The glass into the other,
She filled it up with blood-red wine,
Until it ran quite over.
She drank a health to her love on the stair,
Saying, When shall we two marry?
Or when shall we two meet again,
On purpose for to marry?

7 ‘O when shall we two meet again?
Or when shall we two marry?’
‘Whem cockle-shells grow siller bells;
No longer must I tarry.’

Version C

1 THERE cam a trooper frae the west,
And he’s ridden till his deary;
‘It’s open and lat me in,’ he says,
For I am wet and weary.’

2 ‘O whan sall we be married, love?
O whan sall we be married?’
‘Whan heather-cows turn owsen-bows,
It’s then that we’ll be married.’

3 ‘O whan sall we be married, love?
O when sall we be married?’
‘When cockle-shells turn siller bells,
It’s then that we’ll be married.’

4 . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . .
‘Whan the sun and moon dance on the green,
It’s then that we’ll be married.’

Version D

1 The tropper lad cam to oor gate,
And oh! but he was weary,
He rapped at and chapped at,
Syne called for his kind deary.

2 The bonnie lass being in the close,
The moon was shining clearly,-+-
‘Ye’r welcome here, my trooper lad,
Ye’r welcome, my kind deary.’

3 She’s taen his horse by the bridle-reins,
And led him to the stable,
She’s gien him corn and hay to eat,
As much as he was able.

4 She’s taen the knight by the milk-white hand,
And led him to her chamber,
And gied him bread and cheese to eat,
And wine to drink his pleasure.

5 ‘Bonnie lassie, I’ll lie near ye noo,
Bonnie lassie, I’ll lie near ye,
An I’ll gar a’ your ribbons reel
In the morning or I leave ye.’

6 . . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
And she put off her wee white smock,
Crying, ‘Laddie, are ye ready?’

7 The first time that the trumpet played
Was, Up, up and awa, man!
The next time that the trumpet played
Was, The morn’s the battle-day, man!

8 ‘Bonnie lassie, I maun leave ye noo,
Bonne lassie, I maun leave ye;
But, if e’er I come this way again
I will ca in an see ye.’

9 Bread and cheese for gentlemen,
An corn and hay for horses;
Pipes and tobacco for auld wives,
And bonnie lads for lasses.

10 ‘When will us twa meet again?
When will we meet and marry?’
‘When cockle-shells turn silver bells,
Nae langer, love, we’ll tarry.’

11 So he’s taen his auld grey cloak about him noo,
An he’s ower the mountains fairly,
Crying, ‘Fare ye weel, my bonnie lass,
Farewell, my ain kind deary.’

300. Blancheflour and Jellyflorice

1 THERE was a maid, richly arrayd,
In robes were rare to see,
For seven years and something mair
She servd a gay ladie.

2 But being fond o a higher place,
In service she thought lang;
She took her mantle her about,
Her coffer by the band.

3 And as she walkd by the shore-side,
As blythe’s a bird on tree,
Yet still she gaz’d her round about,
To see what she could see.

4 At last she spied a little castle,
That stood near by the sea;
She spied it far and drew it near,
To that castle went she.

5 And when she came to that castle
She tirled at the pin,
And ready stood a little wee boy
To lat this fair maid in.

6 ‘O who’s the owner of this place,
O porter-boy, tell me;’
‘This place belongs unto a queen
O birth and high degree.’

7 She put her hand in her pocket,
And gae him shillings three:
‘O porter, bear my message well
Unto the queen frae me.’

8 The porter’s gane before the queen,
Fell low down on his knee:
‘Win up, win up, my porter-boy,
What makes this courtesie?’

9 ‘I hae been porter at your yetts,
My dame, these years full three,
But see a ladie at your yetts
The fairest my eyes did see.’

10 ‘Cast up my yetts baith wide and braid,
Lat her come in to me,
And I’ll know by her courtesie
Lord’s daughter if she be.’

11 When she came in before the queen,
Fell low down on her knee:
‘Service frae you, my dame the queen,
I pray you grant it me.’

12 ‘If that service ye now do want,
What station will ye be?
Can ye card wool, or spin, fair maid,
Or milk the cows to me?’

13 ‘No, I can neither card nor spin,
Nor cows I canno milk,
But sit into a lady’s bower
And sew the seams o silk.’

14 ‘What is your name, ye comely dame?
Pray tell this unto me:’
‘O Blancheflour, that is my name,
Born in a strange countrie.’

15 ‘O keep ye well frae Jellyflorice-+--+-
My ain dear son is he-+--+-
When other ladies get a gift,
O that ye shall get three.’

16 It wasna tald into the bower
Till it went thro the ha,
That Jellyflorice and Blancheflour
Were grown ower great witha.

17 When the queen’s maids their visits paid,
Upo the gude Yule-day,
When other ladies got horse to ride,
She boud take foot and gae.

18 The queen she calld her stable-groom,
To come to her right seen;
Says, Ye’ll take out yon wild waith steed
And bring him to the green.

19 ‘Ye’ll take the bridle frae his head,
The lighters frae his een;
Ere she ride three times roun the cross,
Her weel-days will be dune.’

20 Jellyflorice his true-love spy’d
As she rade roun the cross,
And thrice he kissd her lovely lips,
And took her frae her horse.

21 ‘Gang to your bower, my lily-flower,
For a’ my mother’s spite;
There’s nae other amang her maids,
In whom I take delight.

22 ‘Ye are my jewel, and only ane,
Nane ’s do you injury;
For ere this-day-month come and gang
My wedded wife ye’se be.’

301. The Queen of Scotland

1 ‘O TROY MUIR, my lily-flower,
An asking I’ll ask thee;
Will ye come to my bigley bower
And drink the wine wi me?’

2 ‘My dame, this is too much honour
You have conferrd on me;
I’m sure it’s mair than I’ve deservd
Frae sic a one as thee.’

3 ‘In Reekie’s towers I hae a bower,
And pictures round it set;
There is a bed that is well made,
Where you and I shall sleep.’

4 ‘O God forbid,’ this youth then said,
‘That ever I drie sic blame
As ever to touch the queen’s bodie,
Altho the king’s frae hame.’

5 When that he had these words spoken,
She secretly did say,
Some evil I shall work this man,
Before that it be day.

6 Whan a’ her maids were gane to bed,
And knights were gane frae hame,
She calld upon young Troy Muir,
To put fire in her room.

7 ‘An asking, asking, Troy Muir,
An asking ye’ll grant me;’
‘O, if it be a lawful thing,
My dame it’s granted be.’

8 ‘There is a stane in yon garden,
Nae ane lifts it for me;
But if that ye woud lift the same,
A brave man I’ll ca thee.

9 ‘Under yon stane there is a pit,
Most dreary for to see,
And in it there’s as much red gowd
As buy a dukedom to thee.’

10 ‘O if I had ae sleep in bed,
And saw the morning sun,
As soon ’s I rise and see the skies,
Your will it shall be done.’

11 When birds did sing, and sun did rise,
And sweetly sang the lark,
Troy Muir to the garden went,
To work this dreary wark.

12 He’s taen the stane then by a ring,
And lifted manfullie;
A serpent that lang wanted meat
Round Troy Muir’s middle did flee.

13 ‘How shall I get rid o this foul beast?
It’s by it I must dee;
I never thought the queen, my friend,
Woud work this mischief to me.’

14 But by there came a weelfaird may,
As Troy Muir did tauk,
The serpent’s furious rage to lay,
Cut aff her fair white pap.

15 As soon as she the same had done,
Young Troy Muir was set free,
And in ane hour the wound was heald,
That nae mair pain had she.

16 Says Troy Muir, My lily-flower,
Ye hae releas d me;
But before I see another day,
My wedded wife ye’se be.

17 He married her on that same day,
Brought her to his ain hame;
A lovely son to him she bare,
When full nine months were gane.

18 As heaven was pleasd, in a short time,
To ease her first sad pain,
Sae was it pleasd, when she’d a son,
To hae a pap again.

302. Young Bearwell

1 WHEN two lovers love each other well,
Great sin it were them to twinn;
And this I speak from Young Bearwell;
He loved a lady young,
The Mayor’s daughter of Birktoun-brae,
That lovely, leesome thing.

2 One day when she was looking out,
When washing her milk-white hands,
That she beheld him Young Bearwell,
As he came in the sands.

3 Says, Wae’s me for you, Young Bearwell,
Such tales of you are tauld;
They’ll cause you sail the salt sea so far
As beyond Yorkisfauld.

4 . . . . . . .
. . . . . .
‘O shall I bide in good greenwood,
Or stay in bower with thee?’

5 ‘The leaves are thick in good greenwood,
Would hold you from the rain;
And if you stay in bower with me
You will be taken and slain.

6 ‘But I caused build a ship for you
Upon Saint Innocent’s day;
I’ll bid Saint Innocent be your guide,
And Our Lady, that meikle may.
You are a lady’s first true-love,
God carry you well away!’

7 Then he sailed east, and he sailed west,
By many a comely strand;
At length a puff of northern wind
Did blow him to the land.

8 When he did see the king and court,
Were playing at the ba;
Gave him a harp into his hand,
Says, Stay, Bearwell, and play.

9 had not been in the king’s court
A twelvemonth and a day,
Till there came lairds and lords anew
To court that lady gay.

10 They wooed her with brooch and ring,
They nothing could keep back;
The very charters of their lands
Into her hands they pat.

11 She’s done her down to Heyvalin,
With the light of the moon;
Says, Will ye do this deed for me,
And will ye do it soon?

12 ‘Will ye go seek him Young Bearwell,
On seas wherever he be?
And if I live and bruik my life
Rewarded ye shall be.’

13 ‘Alas, I am too young a skipper,
So far to sail the faem;
Bit if I live and bruik my life
I’ll strive to bring him hame.’

14 So he has saild east and then saild west,
By many a comely strand,
Till there came a blast of northern wind
And blew him to the land.

15 And there the king and all his court
Were playing at the ba;
Gave him a harp into his hand,
Says, Stay, Heyvalin, and play.

16 He has tane up the harp in hand,
And unto play went he,
And Young Bearwell was the first man
In all that companie.

303. The Holy Nunnery

1 FAIR ANNIE had a costly bower,
Well built wi lime and stane,
And Willie came to visit her,
Wit the light o the meen.

2 When he came to Annie’s bower-door,
He tirled at the pin:
‘Ye sleep ye, wake ye, Fair Annie,
Ye’ll open, lat me come in.’

3 ‘O never a fit,’ says Fair Annie,
‘Till I your errand ken;’
‘My father’s vowed a vow, Annie,
I’ll tell you when I’m in.

4 ‘My father’s vowed a rash vow,
I darena marry thee;
My mither’s vowed anither vow,
My bride ye’se never be.’

5 ‘If ye had tauld me that, Willie,
When we began to woo,
There was naithing in this warld wide
Shoud drawn my love to you.

6 ‘A nun, a nun,’ said Fair Annie,
‘A nun will I be then;’
‘A priest, a priest,’ said Sweet Willie,
‘A priest will I be syne.’

7 She is gane to her father,
For mither she had nane;
And she is on to her father,
To see if she’d be a nun.

8 ‘An asking, asking, father dear,
An asking ye’ll grant me;
That’s to get to the holy nunnery,
And there to live or die.’

9 ‘Your asking’s nae sae great, daughter,
But granted it shall be;
For ye’se won to the holy nunnery,
There to live or die.’

10 Then they gaed on, and farther on,
Till they came to the yate;
And there they spied a maiden porter,
Wi gowd upon her hat.

11 ‘An asking, asking, maiden porter,
An asking ye’ll grant me;
If I’ll won to the holy nunnery,
There to live or die.’

12 ‘Your asking’s nae sae great, lady,
But granted it shall be;
For ye’se won to the holy nunnery,
There to live or die.

13 ‘But ye maun vow a vow, lady,
Before that ye seek in;
Never to kiss a young man’s mouth
That goes upon the grun.

14 ‘And ye must vow anither vow,
Severely ye must work;
The well-warst vow that ye’re to vow,
Is never to gang to kirk.’

15 ‘I will vow a vow,’ she said,
‘Before that I seek in;
I neer shall kiss a young man’s mouth
That goes upon the grun.

16 ‘And I will vow anither vow,
Severly I will work;
The well-warst vow that I’m to vow
Is never to gang to kirk.’

17 For seven years now Fair Annie,
In the holy nunnery lay she,
And seven years Sweet Willie lay,
In languish like to die.

18 ‘Is there nae duke no lord’s daughter,
My son, can comfort thee,
And save thee frae the gates o death?
Is there nae remedie?’

19 ‘There is nae duke nor lord’s daughter,
Mother, can cofort me,
Except it be my love, Annie,
In the holy nunnery lies she.’

20 They’ve dressd Sweet Willie up in silk,
Wi gowd his gown did shine,
And nane coud ken by his pale face
But he was a lady fine.

21 So they gaed on, and farther on,
Till they came to the yate,
And there they spied a maiden porter,
Wi gowd upon her hat.

22 ‘An asking, an asking, maiden porter,
An asking ye’ll grant me;
For to win in to the holy nunnery,
Fair Annie for to see.’

23 ‘Your asking’s nae sae great, lady,
But granted it shall be;
Ye’se won into the holy nunnery,
Fair Annie for to see.

24 ‘Be she duke’s or lord’s daughter,
It’s lang sin she came here:’
Fair Annie kent her true love’s face;
Says, Come up, my sister dear.

25 Sweet Willie went to kiss her lips,
As he had wont to do;
But she softly whispered him,
I darena this avow.

304. Young Ronald

1 IT fell upon the Lammas time,
When flowers were fresh and green,
And craig and cleugh was covered ower
With cloathing that was clean.

2 ’Twas at that time a noble squire,
Sprung from an ancient line,
Laid his love on a lady fair,
The king’s daughter o Linne.

3 When cocks did craw, and day did daw,
And mint in meadows sprang,
Young Ronald and his little wee boy
They rode the way alang.

4 So they rode on, and farther on,
To yonder pleasant green,
And there he spied that lady fair,
In her garden alane.

5 These two together lang they stood,
And love’s tale there they taul;
The glancing o her fair color
Did Ronald’s own impale.

6 He lifted ’s hat, and thus he spake;
O pity have on me!
For I could pledge what is my right,
All for the sake of thee.

7 ‘Ye’re young amo your mirth, kind sir,
And fair o your dull hours;
There’s nae a lady in a’ London
But might be your paramour.

8 ‘But I’m too young to wed, kind sir,
You must not take it ill;
Whate’er my father bids me do,
I maun be at his will.’

9 He kissd her then and took his leave,
His heart was all in pride,
And he is on to Windsor gone,
And his boy by his side.

10 And when he unto Windsor came,
And lighted on the green,
There he spied his mother dear,
Was walking there alane.

11 ‘Where have ye been, my son, Ronald,
From gude school-house, this day?’
‘I hae been at Linne, mother,
Seeing yon bonny may.’

12 ‘O wae’s me for you now, Ronald,
For she will not you hae;
For mony a knight and bauld baron
She’s nickd them a’ wi nae.’

13 Young Ronald’s done him to his bower,
And he took bed and lay;
Nae woman could come in his sight,
For the thoughts o this well-fard may.

14 Then in it came his father dear,
Well belted in a brand;
The tears ran frae his twa gray eyes,
All for his lovely son.

15 Then Ronald calld his stable-groom
To come right speedilie;
Says, Ye’ll gang to yon stable, boy,
And saddle a steed for me.

16 ‘His saddle o the guid red gowd,
His bits be o the steel,
His bridle o a glittering hue;
See that ye saddle him weel.

17 ‘For I’ve heard greeters at your school-house,
Near thirty in a day;
But for to hear an auld man greet,
It passes bairns’ play.’

18 When cocks did craw, and day did daw,
And mint in meadows sprang,
Young Ronald and his little wee boy
The way they rode alang.

19 So they rode on, and further on,
To younder pleasant green,
And there they saw that lady fair,
In her garden alane.

20 And twenty times before he ceasd
He kissd her lips sae clear,
And said, Dear lady, for your sake,
I’ll fight fell lang and sair.

21 ‘Full haste, nae speed, for me, kind sir,’
Replied the lady clear;
‘Far better bucklings ye maun bide
Or ye gain my love by weir.

22 ‘King Honour is my father’s name,
The morn to war maun fare,
And that’s to fight a proud giant,
That’s wrought him muckle care.

23 ‘Along wi him he is to take
Baith noble knights and squires,
I woud wish you as well-dressd a knight
As ony will be there.

24 ‘And I’ll gie you a thousand crowns,
To part amang your men;
A robe upon your ain body,
Weel sewd wi my ain hand.

25 ‘Likewise a ring, a royal thing,
The virtue it is gude;
If ony o your men be hurt,
It soon will stem their blude.

26 ‘Another ring, a royal thing,
Whose virtue is well known;
As lang’s this ring your body’s on,
Your bluid shall neer be drawn.’

27 He kissd her then, and took his leave,
His heart was all in pride,
And he is on to Windsor gone,
And his boy by his side.

28 And when he unto Windsor came,
And lighted on the green,
There he saw his auld father,
Was walking him alane.

29 ‘Where hae ye been, my son, Ronald,
From gude school-house the day?’
‘O I hae been at Linne, father,
Seeking yon bonny may.’

30 ‘O wae’s me for you now, Ronald,
For she will not you hae;
Mony a knight and bauld baron
She’s nickd them a’ wi nay.’

31 ‘O had your tongue, my father dear,
Lat a’ your folly be;
The last words that I wi her spake,
Her love was granted me.

32 ‘King Honour is her father’s name,
The morn to war maun fare,
And that’s to fight a proud giant,
That’s wrought him muckle care.

33 ‘Alang wi him he means to take
Baith knights and noble squires;
And she wishes me as well drest a knight
As ony will be there.

34 ‘And she’s gaen me a thousand crowns,
To part amang my men;
A robe upon my ain body,
Weel sewd wi her ain hand.

35 ‘Likewise a ring, a royal thing,
The virtue it is gude;
If ony o my men be hurt,
It soon will stem their blude.

36 ‘Another ring, a royal thing,
Whose virtue is unknown;
As lang’s this ring my body’s on,
My blude will neer be drawn.’

37 ‘If that be true, my son, Ronald,
That ye hae tauld to me,
I’ll gie to you an hundred men,
To bear you companie.

38 ‘Besides as muckle gude harness
As carry them on the lee;
It is a company gude enough
For sic a squire as thee.’

39 When cocks did craw, and day did daw,
And mint in meadows spread,
Young Ronald and his merry young men
Were ready for to ride.

40 So they rode on, and farther on,
To yonder pleasant green,
And there they spied that lady fair,
In her garden, sair mourning.

41 These twa together lang they stood,
And love’s tale there they taul,
Till her father and his merry young men
Ahd ridden seven mile.

42 He kissd her then, and took his leave,
His heart was all in pride,
And then he sprang alang the road
As sparks do frae the gleed.

43 Then to his great steed he set spur;
He being swift o feet,
They soon arrived on the plain,
Where all the rest did meet.

44 Then flew the foul thief frae the west,
His make was never seen;
He had three heads upon ae hause,
Three heads on ae breast-bane.

45 He bauldly stept up to the king,
Seiz’d ’s steed in his right hand;
Says, Here I am, a valiant man,
Fight me now if ye can.

46 ‘Where is the man in a’ my train
Will take this deed in hand?
And he shall hae my daughter dear,
And third part o my land.’

47 ‘O here am I,’ said young Ronald,
‘Will take the deed in hand;
And ye’ll gie me your daughter dear,
I’ll seek nane o your land.’

48 ‘I woudna for my life, Ronald,
This day I left you here;
Remember ye yon lady gay
For you shed mony a tear.’

49 Fan he did mind on that lady
That he left him behind,
He hadna mair fear to fight
Nor a lion frae a chain.

50 Then he cut aff the giant’s heads
Wi ae sweep o his hand,
Gaed hame and married that lady,
And heird her father’s land.

305. The Outlaw Murray

Version A

1 ETRICK FOREST is a fair foreste,
In it grows manie a semelie trie;
The hart, the hynd, the dae, the rae,
And of a’ [wylde] beastis grete plentie.

2 There’s a castell biggit with lime and stane,
O gin it stands not pleasantlie!
In the fore front o that castell fair
Twa unicorns are bra to see.

3 There’s the picture of a knight and a ladye bright,
And the grene hollin aboon their brie;
There an Outlaw keepis five hundred men,
He keepis a royalle companie.

4 His merrie men are in [ae] liverie clad,
Of the Lincoln grene so fair to see;
He and his ladie in purple clad,
O if they live not royallie!

5 Word is gane to our nobell king,
In Edinburgh where that he lay,
That there was an Outlaw in Etterick forest
Counted him nought and all his courtrie gay.

6 ‘I mak a vowe,’ then the goode king said,
‘Unto the man that dear bought me,
I’se either be king of Etrick forest,
Or king of Scotland that Outlaw’s bee.’

7 Then spak the erle hight Hamilton,
And to the noble king said he;
My sovereign prince, sum counsell tak,
First of your nobles, syne of me.

8 ‘I redd you send yon bra Outlaw till
And see gif your man cum will he;
Desire him cum and be your man,
And hald of you yon forest frie.

9 ‘And gif he refuses to do that,
We’ll conquess both his lands and he,
Or else we’ll throw his castell down,
And mak a widowe of his gaye ladie.’

10 The king called on a gentleman,
James Boyd, Erle of Arran, his brother was he;
When James he came before the king
He fell before him on his knie.

11 ‘Welcum James Boyd,’ said our nobil king,
‘A message ye maun gang for me;
Ye maun hie to Etrick forrest,
To yon Outlaw, where dwelleth he.

12 ‘Ask hym of quhom he haldis his lands,
Or, man, wha may his master be;
Desyre him come and be my man,
And hald of me yon forrest frie.

13 ‘To Edinburgh to cum and gang
His safe-warrand I sall be;
And, gif he refuses to do that,
We’ll conquess baith his lands and he.

14 ‘Thou mayst vow I’ll cast his castell doun,
And mak a widow of his gay ladie;
I’ll hang his merrie men pair by pair
In ony frith where I may them see.’

15 James Boyd took his leave of the nobill king,
To Etrick forrest fair came he;
Down Birkendale brae when that he cam,
He saw the fair forest with his ee.

16 Baith dae and rae and hart and hynd,
And of all wylde beastis grete plentie;
He heard the bows that bauldly ring,
And arrows whidderand near him by.

17 Of the fair castell he got a sight,
The like he nere saw with his ee;
On the fore front of that castell
Twa unicorns were bra to see.

18 The picture of a knight and a ladie bright,
And the grene hollin aboon their brie;
Thereat he spy’d five hundred men,
Shuting with bows upon the lee.

19 They a’ were in ae liverie clad,
Of the Lincoln grene, sae fair to see;
The knight and his ladye in purple clad;
O gif they lived right royallie!
Therefore he kend he was master-man,
And served him in his ain degree.

20 ‘God mot thee save, brave Outlaw Murray,
Thy ladie and a’ they chivalrie!’
‘Marry, thou’s wellcum, gentleman,
Sum king’s-messenger thou seems to be.’

21 ‘The King of Scotland sent me hier,
And, gude Outlaw, I’m sent to thee;
I wad wat of whom ye hald your lands,
Or, man, wha may thy master be’

22 ‘Thir landis are mine,’ the Outlaw said,
‘I own na king in Christentie;
Frae Soudron I this forest wan,
When the king nor’s knights were not to see.’

23 ‘He desires you’l come to Edinburgh,
And hald of him this forest frie;
And gif you refuse to do this,
He’ll conquess both thy landis and thee;
He has vowd to cast thy castell down,
And make a widow of thy gaye ladie.

24 ‘He’ll hang thy merrie men pair by pair,
In ony frith where he may them finde;’
‘Aye, by my troth,’ the Outlaw said,
‘Then wad I think me far behinde.

25 ‘Eere the king my fair countrie get,
This land that’s nativest to me,
Mony of his nobils sall be cauld,
Their ladies sall be right wearie.’

26 Then spak his ladye fair of face,
She said, Without consent of me
That an outlaw shuld come before the king:
I am right rad of treasonrie.

27 ‘Bid him be gude to his lordis at hame,
For Edinburgh my lord sall never see:’
James tuke his leave of the Outlaw keene,
To Edinburgh boun is he.

28 And when he came before the king,
He fell before him on his knie:
‘Wellcum, James Boyd,’ said the nobil king,
‘What foreste is Etrick forest frie?’

29 ‘Etrick forest is the fairest forest
That ever man saw with his ee;
There’s the dae, the rae, the hart, the hynde,
And of all wild beastis great plentie.

30 ‘There’s a prittie castell of lime and stone,
O gif it stands not pleasauntlie!
There’s on the fore side of that castell
Twa unicorns sae bra to see.

31 ‘There’s the picture of a knight and [a] ladie bright,
And the grene hollin aboon their brie;
There the Outlaw keepis five hundred men,
O gif they live not royallie!

32 ‘His merry men in [ae] liverie clad,
O the Lincoln grene, so fair to see;
He and his ladye in purple clad,
O gif they live not royallie!

33 ‘He says yon forest is his ain,
He wan it from the Soudronie;
Sae as he won it, sae will he keep it,
Contrair all kings in Christentie.’

34 ‘Gar ray my horse,’ said the nobil king,
‘To Etrick [forest] hie will I me;’
Then he gard graith five thousand men,
And sent them on for the forest frie.

35 Then word is gane the Outlaw till,
In Etrick forest where dwelleth he,
That the king was cumand to his cuntrie,
To conquess baith his lands and he.

36 ‘I mak a vow,’ the Outlaw said,
‘I mak a vow, and that trulie,
Were there but three men to tak my part,
Yon king’s cuming full deir suld be.’

37 Then messengers he called forth,
And bade them haste them speedilie:
‘Ane of you go to Halliday,
The laird of the Corehead is he.

38 ‘He certain is my sister’s son,
Bid him cum quick and succour me;
Tell Halliday with thee to cum,
And shaw him a’ the veritie.’

39 ‘What news? what news,’ said Halliday,
‘Man, frae thy master unto me?’
‘Not as ye wad; seeking your aid;
The king’s his mortal enemie.’

40 ‘Aye, by my troth,’ quoth Halliday,
‘Even for that it repenteth me;
For, gif he lose fair Ettrick forest,
He’ll take fair Moffatdale frae me.

41 ‘I’ll meet him wi five hundred men,
And surely mae, if mae may be:’
[The Outlaw calld a messenger,
And bid him hie him speedily.]

42 ‘To Andrew Murray of Cockpool,
That man’s a deir cousin to me;
Desire him cum and make me aid,
With all the power that he may be.

43 ‘The king has vowd to cast my castell down,
And mak a widow of my gay ladye;
He’ll hang my merry men pair by pair
I[n] ony place where he may them see.’

44 ‘It stands me hard,’ quoth Andrew Murray,
‘Judge if it stands not hard with me,
To enter against a king with crown,
And put my lands in jeopardie.

45 ‘Yet, gif I cum not on the daye,
Surelie at night he sall me see:’
To Sir James Murray, laird of Traquair,
A message came right speedilie.

46 ‘What news? what news,’ James Murray said,
‘Man, frae thy master unto me?’
‘What needs I tell? for well ye ken
The king’s his mortal enemie.

47 ‘He desires ye’ll cum and make him aid,
With all the powers that ye may be:’
‘And, by my troth,’ James Murray said,
‘With that Outlaw I’ll live and die.

48 ‘The king has gifted my lands lang syne,
It can not be nae war with me;’
. . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . .

49 The king was cumand thro Cadden ford,
And fiftene thousand men was he;
They saw the forest them before,
They thought it awsom for to see.

50 Then spak the erle hight Hamilton,
And to the nobil king said he,
My sovereign prince, sum counsell take,
First at your nobles, syne at me.

51 ‘Desyre him meet you at Penman’s Core,
And bring four in his cumpanie;
Fyve erles sall gang yoursell before,
Gude cause that you suld honord be.

52 ‘And, if he refuses to do that,
Wi fire and sword we’ll follow thee;
There sall never a Murray after him
Have land in Etrick forest frie.’

53 The king then called a gentleman,
Royal-banner-bearer then was he,
James Hope Pringle of Torsonse by name;
He came and knelit upon his knie.

54 ‘Welcum, James Pringle of Torsonse;
Ye man a message gae for me;
Ye man gae to yon Outlaw Murray,
Surely where bauldly bideth he.

55 ‘Bid him meet me at Penman’s Core,
And bring four of his companie;
Five erles sall cum wi mysell,
Gude reason I suld honord be.

56 ‘And if he refuses to do that,
Bid him look for nae gude o me;
There sall never a Murray after him
Have land in Etric forest frie.’

57 James came before the Outlaw keene,
And served him in his ain degree:
‘Wellcum, James Pringle of Torsonse,
What tidings frae the king to me?’

58 ‘He bids you meet him at Penman’s Core,
And bring four of your companie;
Five erles will cum with the king,
Nae more in number will he be.

59 ‘And gif you refuse to do that,
I freely here upgive with thee,
There will never a Murray after thee
Have land in Etrick forest frie.

60 ‘He’ll cast your bonny castell down,
And make a widow of your gay ladie,
He’ll hang your merry men pair by pair
In ony place where he may them see.’

61 ‘It stands me hard,’ the Outlaw said,
‘Judge if it stands not hard with me;
I reck not of losing of mysell,
But all my offspring after me.

62 ‘Auld Haliday, young Haliday,
Ye sall be twa to gang wi me;
Andrew Murray and Sir James Murray,
We’ll be nae mae in cumpanie.’

63 When that they came before the king,
They fell before him on their knee:
‘Grant mercy, mercy, royal king,
Een for his sake who died on tre!’

64 ‘Sicken-like mercy sall ye have,
On gallows ye sall hangit be;’
‘God forbid!’ quo the Outlaw then,
‘I hope your Grace will better be.

65 ‘These lands of Etrick forest fair,
I wan them frae the enemie;
Like as I wan them, sae will I keep them,
Contrair all kings in Christentie.’

66 All the nobilis said, the king about,
Pitye it were to see him die:
‘Yet graunt me mercye, sovereign prince,
Extend your favour unto me!

67 ‘I’ll give you the keys of my castell,
With the blessing of my fair ladie;
Mak me the sheriff of the forest,
And all my offspring after me.’

68 lt thou give me the keys of thy castell,
With the blessing of thy fair ladye?
I’ll mak the[e] shiryff of the forest,
Surely while upwards grows the trie;
If you be not traytour to the king,
Forfaulted sall ye never be.’

69 ‘But, prince, what sall cum o my men?
When I go back, traitour they’ll ca me;
I had rather lose my life and land,
Eer my merry men rebuk d me.’

70 ll your merry men amend their lives
And all their pardouns I grant thee:
Now name thy landes whe’ere they be,
And here I render them to thee.’

71 ‘Fair Philiphaugh, prince, is my awin,
I biggit it wi lime and stane;
The Tinnies and the Hangingshaw,
My leige, are native steeds of mine.

72 ’. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
I have mony steeds in the forest shaw,
But them by name I dinna knaw.’

73 The keys of the castell he gave the king,
With the blessing of his fair ladye;
He was made sheryff of Etrick forest,
Surely while upward grows the trie;
And, if he was not traytour to the king,
Forfaulted he suld never be.

74 Wha ever heard, in ony tymes,
Sicken an outlaw in his degree
Sic favour get before a king
As did the Outlaw Murray of the forest frie?

Version B

1 ETTERICK FOREST’s pleasant land,
And it grows mony a bonny tree;
With buck and doe and a’ wild beast,
As castle stands right bonnilie.

2 Yon castle has twa unicorns,
The like I never saw wi my ee,
The picture of a knight and lady bright,
And the green hollin’s aboon her [bree].

3 Word is gane to Edinbro town
. . . . . . .
That there’s an Outlaw in Etterick forest
That keeps as fine a court as he.

4 The king has sworn a solemn oath,
And he has sworn by [the Virgin Mary],
He would either be king of Etterick forest,
Or king of Scotland the Outlaw should be.

5 He has ca’d up Mr James Boyd,
A highland laird I’m sure was he:
‘Ye must gae to Etterick forest
And see of wha he hads his land,
And wha pays yon men meat and fee.’

6 He’s tane his leave o the king and court,
Een as hard as he may dree;
When he came in O’er London edge,
He viewed the forest wi his eee.

7 He thought it was as pleasant a land
As ever his two eyes did see,
But when he came in oer . . ’.,
They were a’ ranked on Newark lee.

8 O waly, but they were bonny to see!
Five hundred men playing at the ba;
They were a’ clad in the Lincoln green,
And the Outlaw’s sell in taffety.

9 ‘Weel met you save, Outlaw,’ he says,
‘You and your brave companie;
The King of Scotland hath sent me here,
To see whom on you hold your lands,
Or who pays thir men meat and fee.’

10 The first ae man the answer made,
It was the Outlaw he:
‘The lands they are all mine,
And I pay thir men meat and fee,
And as I wan them so will I lose them,
Contrair the kings o Cristendie.

11 ‘I never was a king’s subject,
And a king’s subject I’ll never be;
For I wan them i the fields fighting,
Where him and his nobles durst not come and see.’

12 O out bespeaks the Outlaw’s lady,
I wot she spake right wisely;
‘Be good unto your nobles at home,
For Edinbro mine shall never see;’
But meat and drink o the best I’m sure got he.

13 He has taen his leave o the Outlaw free,
And een as hard as he may dree,
While he came to the king’s court,
Where he kneeld low down on his knee.

14 ‘What news? what news, James,’ he says,
‘Frae yon Outlaw and his company?’
‘Yon forest is as fine a land
As ever I did see.

15 ‘Yon Outlaw keeps as fine a court
As any king in Cristendie;
Yon lands they are here all his own,
And he pays yon men meat and fee,
And as he wan them so will he lose them,
Contrair the kings of Cristendie.

16 ‘He never was a king’s subject,
And a king’s subject he’ll never be;
For he wan them in the fields fighting,
Where the king and his nobles durst not come to see.’

17 The king has sworn a solemn oath,
And he has sworn by the Virgin Mary,
He would either be king of Etterick forest,
Or king of Scotland the Outlaw should be.

18 The king has ca’d up Mr James Pringle,
Laird of Torson[s]e at the time was he:
‘Ye must gae to Etterick forest,
And see wha of he hads his land,
And wha pays yon men meat and fee.’

19 He’s tane his leave o the king and court,
Een as hard as he may dree;
When he came in O’er London edge,
He viewed the forest wi his eee.

20 He thought it was as pleasant a land
As ever his two eyes did see,
But when he came in oer . . ’.,
They were a’ ranked on Newark lee.

21 O waly, but they were bonny to see!
Five hundred men playing at the ba;
They were a’ clad in the Lincoln green,
And the Outlaw’s sell in taffety.

22 ‘Weel met you save, Outlaw,’ he says,
‘You and your brave companie;
The King of Scotland hath sent me here,
To see whom on you hold your lands,
Or who pays thir men meat and fee.’

23 The first ae man the answer made,
It was the Outlaw he:
‘The lands they are all mine,
And I pay thir men meat and fee,
And as I wan them so will I lose them,
Contrair the kings o Cristendie.

24 ‘I never was a king’s subject,
And a king’s subject I’ll never be;
For I wan them i the fields fighting,
Where him and his nobles durst not come and see.’

25 O out bespeaks the Outlaw’s lady,
I wot she spake right wisely;
‘Be good unto your nobles at home,
For Edinbro mine shall never see;’
But meat and drink o the best I’m sure got he.

26 ‘And as I wan them so will I lose them,
Contrair the kings o Cristendie;
I wan them frae the Soudan Turk,
Whem their cuckold king durst not come to see;
For I wan them in the fields fighting,
Where him and his nobles durst not come to see.’

27 O out bespeaks the Outlaw’s lady,
I wot she spake right wisely;
‘Be good unto your nobles at home,
For Edinbro mine shall never see;’
But meat and drink o the best I’m sure got he.

28 He has taen his leave o the Outlaw free,
And een as hard as he may dree,
While he came to the king’s court,
Where he kneeld low down on his knee.

29 ‘What news? what news, James,’ he says,
‘Frae yon Outlaw and his company?’
‘Yon forest is as fine a land
As ever I did see.

30 ‘Yon Outlaw keeps as fine a court
As any king in Cristendie;
Yon lands they are here all his own,
And he pays yon men meat and fee,
And as he wan them so will he lose them,
Contrair the kings of Cristendie.

31 ‘He hever was a king’s subject,
And a king’s subject he’ll never be;
For he wan them in the fields fighting,
Where the king and his nobles durst not come to see.’

32 The king has sworn a solemn oath,
And he has sworn by the Virgin Mary,
He would either be king of Etterick forest,
Or king of Scotland the Outlaw should be.

33 ‘Gar warn me Perthshire and Angus both,
Fifeshire up and down, and Loudons three,
For I fear of them we hae great need,
. . . . . . . ’.’

34 Then word is come to the Outlaw then,
‘Our noble king comes o the morn,
Landless men ye will a’ be;’
He’s called up his little foot-page,
His sister’s son I trow was he.

35 ‘Ye must tak Etterick head
Een as hard as ye can drie;
Ye must gae to the Corhead and tell
Andrew Brown this frae me.

36 ‘The noble king comes in the morn,
And landless men we will a’ be;
. . . . . . .
And tell him to send me some supply.’

37 The boy has taen Etterick head,
And een has hard as he may drie,
Till he came to the Corhead,
And he shouted out and cry’d well he.

38 ‘What news? what news, my little boy?
What news has thy master to me?’
‘The noble king comes in the morn,
And landless then ye will a’ be.

39 ‘Ye must meet him on the morn,
And mak him some supply;’
‘For if he get the forest fair frae him,
He’ll hae Moffat-dale frae me.

40 ‘I’ll meet him the morn wi five hundred men,
And fifty mair, if they may be;
And if he get the forest fair
We’ll a’ die on the Newark lee.’

41 Word is gane to the Border then,
To . . . , the country-keeper I’m sure was he:
‘The noble king comes in the morn,
And landless me ye will a’ be.’

42 ‘I’ll meet him the morn wi five hundred men,
And fifty mair, if they may be;
And if he get the forest fair,
We’ll a’ die on the Newark lee.’

43 Word is gane to Philiphaugh,
His sister’s son I’m sure was he,
To meet him the morn wi some supply,
‘For the noble king comes in the morn,
And landless men ye will a’ be.’

44 ‘In the day I daur not be seen,
For he took a’ my lands frae me
And gifted me them back again;
Therefore against him I must not be;
For if I be found against him rebel,
It will be counted great treason[rie].

45 ‘In the day I daur not be seen,
But in the night he shall me find
With five hundred men and fifty, if they may be,
And before he get the forest fair
We’ll a’ die on the Newark lee.’

46 n the king came in oer Loudon edge,
Wi three thousand weel teld was he,
And when he came in oer . . .
He viewd that forest wi his ee.

47 The Outlaw and his men were a’
Ranked on the Newark lee;
They were a’ clad in the Lincoln green,
And he himsell in the taffety.

48 An auld grey-haird knight has taen aff his cap,
. . . . . . .
‘Pardon, pardon, my sovereign liege,
Two or three words to speak wi you.

49 ‘If you please to send for the Outlaw,
To see if he could with you agree,
There’s not a man yon Outlaw has
But of yours he’ll choose to be.’

50 The king he has taen af his cap,
He held it on his majesty;
‘I’ll meet him the morn at the poor man’s house,
In number not above two or three;’
The Outlaw says, I’ll hae as few as thee.

51 ‘There’s Andrew Brown, and Andrew Murray,
And Mess James Murray shall gang wi me,
. . . . . . . .
And nae mae shall my number be.’

52 And when they came to the poor man’s core
They waited two lang hours or three,
And they were aware of the noble king coming,
And hundreds three in his company.

53 ‘I wonder what the muckle Deel
He’ll learned kings to lie,
For to fetch me here frae amang my men
Even like a dog for to die;
But before I gang to Edinbro town
Monny toom saddles shall there be.’

54 The king he has taen aff his cap;
. . . . . .
‘It [were] great offence here,’ he says,
‘And great pity to see thee die.

55 ‘For thou shalt be laerd o this forest fair
As lang as upwards grows the tree
and downward the twa rivers run,
If the steads thou can but rightly name to me’

56 ‘There’s Hangingshaw high and Hangingshaw laigh,
. . . . . . .
The Tinis and the Tinis-burn,
The Newark and the Newark lee.’

Version C

1 ‘GAE fetch to me James Pringle wi hast,
An see that he come speedilie,
For he maun on to Ettrick forest,
An see whae pays yon men meat and fee.’

2 When James Pringle cam down oer Birkendalee,
The hawks war yellin right loudlie,
The hunds war rinnin oer hill and dale,
As the bugle-horn soundit bonnilie.

3 ‘Gae tell yer king this land’s my ain,
An to thir men I pay meat and fee;
I took it thrae the Souden Turk,
When nae sic cuckold king might be.

4 ‘Sae as I wan, sae will I lose,
Spite o the kings in Christendie;
I never was a king’s subject,
Nor a king’s subject will I ever be.’

5 ‘Outlaw Murray says yon land’s his ain,
And to yon men he pays meat and fee;
He took it frae the Souden Turk,
When you and your men durstna come and see.’

6 It was than the king he gat up in hast,
An wow an angrie man was he!
‘I’se either be king o Ettrick forest,
Or king o Scotland sal he be.

7 ‘Gar warn me Fife an a’ Lothian land,
An Perth an Angus, to ride wi me,
For gin we war five thousan strang
Master and mair I fear he’ll be.’

8 When the king came oer be Birkendalee,
He spy’d the forest wi his ee;
There war daes an raes an monie wild beast,
An a castle stannin right bonnilie.

9 An in that caslte a unicorn,
An, waly, but they war fair to see!
A warlike knight and a lady bright,
An the green halleen aboon her bree.

10 An Outlaw Murray an his merry men
War a’ rankit up i the Newark lee,
Well mountit on a milk-white steed;
Waly, he rankit them bonnilie!

11 His men war a clad oer wi green,
An he was clad i the taffatie,
Wi belt an pistle by his side;
O waly, but they war fair to see!

12 ‘Haliday young an Halliday auld,
Ye ir the men that man ride wi me;
But gin we war five hunder strang
Master an mair I fear they’ll be.’

13 ‘Philliphaugh it is my ain,
An Newark it belangs to me;
Lewinshope an Hanginshaw
Nae mortal man can claim thrae me.’

14 It was than James Boyd got up in hast,
An to his merry men a’ spak he;
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .

Colophon

This edition transcribes the 305 numbered ballads of Francis James Child's The English and Scottish Popular Ballads (Boston and New York: Houghton, Mifflin and Company; issued in parts, 1882–1898) from the local sacred-texts.com mirror at neu/eng/child/, itself digitized from a ballad corpus assembled by Cathy Lynn Preston at the University of Colorado rather than scanned directly from the print volumes. All 305 ballad files (ch001–ch305) were verified present and complete against the mirror's own index; no ballad number is missing.

Several defects are disclosed rather than silently repaired, per this library's fidelity standard:

  • Missing critical apparatus. Child's full prose headnotes — the extended discussion of each ballad's history, analogues, and relations to other versions that fills much of the print edition — are not present in this etext. Only the brief manuscript or print source citation Child gave for each version survives. This is the mirror's own stated limitation, not an omission made in preparing this edition.
  • Mismatched front matter. The Preface and the "List of the Principal Collections of English and Scottish Ballads and Songs" carried by the mirror are not the front matter of this 1882–1898 edition. The mirror's own transcriber's note discloses that both were transcribed from Child's earlier, different collection, English and Scottish Ballads (1860, 8 vols.), rather than from The English and Scottish Popular Ballads itself. The mismatched bibliography is omitted here as apparatus that does not belong to this edition; the mismatched preface is reproduced only in Volume 1, as a clearly labelled appendix, for its historical interest.
  • No surviving volume divisions. The mirror's ballad files carry no page numbers, volume markers, or other indication of which of the original five print volumes any given ballad belonged to. This Good Works edition therefore divides the 305 ballads into five volumes by ballad-number range alone — chosen to balance file length at roughly 120,000–135,000 words each — and makes no claim to reproduce Child's original 1882–1898 print-volume boundaries, which are not recoverable from the local source.
  • Publication-year note. The mirror's own title page gives "[1886-98]" for the ballad printing, while its index page gives "[1882-1898]" for the collection as a whole; this edition follows the standard citation, 1882–1898 (the earliest parts appeared in 1882, the final part completing the collection in 1898).
  • One disclosed transcription glitch. Ballad 63 ("Child Waters"), Version A, contains two isolated bracket typos inherited from the mirror — "wee<de]." and "he<r]" — almost certainly transcriber's errors for "wee[de]." and "he[r]" (Child's own square brackets marking an editorial restoration). Both are left exactly as the mirror has them rather than silently corrected, per this library's standard against fabricating source text.
  • Simplified stanza numbering. Child cites a stanza as, e.g., "58A.14" (ballad 58, version A, stanza 14). Under this edition's heading structure the ballad number and version are already given by the section headings, so only the bare stanza number is shown before each stanza, to avoid repeating the same prefix hundreds of times per volume. The full citation is recovered by combining the heading with the stanza number shown.

No ballad text, version, or stanza has been abridged, paraphrased, or modernized. Curly quotation marks and the handful of numeric character references used by the mirror have been decoded to plain Unicode; sacred-texts.com's own site navigation, page-number gutters, and HTML markup have been removed.

Volume 5 covers ballads 218–305 (123,064 words of ballad text in this file).

Prepared for the Good Work Library by the New Tianmu Anglican Church with AI-assisted transcription and editorial work.

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