,,ballad ,,book ,,edited ,,by ,,katharine ,,lee ,,bates1 ,,wellesley ,,college4 ,the plaintive numbers flow ,for old1 unhappy1 far-off things1 ,and battles long ago4 --,,william ,,wordsworth ,,preface ,probably no teacher of ,english literature in our schools or colleges would gainsay the statement that the chief aim of such instruction is to awaken in the student a genuine love and enthusiasm for the higher forms of prose1 and more especially for poetry4 ,for love is the surest guarantee of extended and independent study1 and we teachers are the first to admit that the class-room is but the vestibule to education4 ,so in beginning the critical study of ,english poetry it seems reasonable to use as a starting-point the early ballads1 belonging as they do to the youth of our literature1 to the youth of our ,english race1 and hence appealing with especial power to the youth of the human heart4 ,every man of letters who still retains the boy-element in his nature--and most men1 ,sir ,philip ,sidney tells us1 are children in the best things1 till they be cradled in their graves--has a tenderness for these rough1 frank1 spirited old poems1 while the actual boy in years1 or the actual girl1 rarely fails to respond to their charm4 ,what ,shakespeare knew1 and ,scott loved1 and ,bossetti echoes1 can hardly be beneath the admiration of high school and university students4 ,rugged language1 broken metres1 absurd plots1 dubious morals1 are impotent to destroy the vital beauty that underlies all these4 ,there is a philosophical propriety1 too1 in beginning poetic study with ballad lore1 for the ballad is the germ of all poem varieties4 ,this volume attempts to present such a selection from the old ballads as shall represent them fairly in their three main classes1--those derived from superstition1 whether fairy-lore1 witch-lore1 ghost-lore1 or demon-lore2 those derived from tradition1 ,scotch and ,english2 and those derived from romance and from domestic life in general4 ,the ,scottish ballads1 because of their far superior poetic value1 are found here in greater number than the ,english4 ,the notes state in each case what version has been followed4 ,the notes aim1 moreover1 to give such facts of historical or bibliographical importance as may attach to each ballad1 with any indispensable explanation of outworn or dialectic phrases1 although here much is left to the mother-wit of the student4 ,it is hoped that this selection may meet a definite need in connection with classes not so fortunate as to have access to a ballad library1 and that even where such access is procurable1 it may prove a friendly companion in the private study and the recitation-room4 ,,katharine ,,lee ,,bates4 ,,wellesley ,,college1 ,march1 #aijd4 ,,contents ,,introduction ,,ballads ,,of ,,superstition4 ,,the ,,wee ,,wee ,,man ,,tamlane ,,true ,,thomas ,,the ,,elfin ,,knight ,,lady ,,isobel ,,and ,,the ,,elf-,,knight ,,tom ,,thumbe ,,kempion ,,alison ,,gross ,,the ,,wife ,,of ,,usher',s ,,well ,a ,,lyke-,,wake ,,dirge ,,proud ,,lady ,,margaret ,,the ,,twa ,,sisters ,o' ,,binnorie ,,the ,,demon ,,lover ,,riddles ,,wisely ,,expounded ,,ballads ,,of ,,tradition4 ,,sir ,,patrick ,,spens ,,the ,,battle ,,of ,,otterburne ,,the ,,hunting ,,of ,,the ,,cheviot ,,edom ,o' ,,gordon ,,kinmont ,,willie ,,king ,,john ,,and ,,the ,,abbot ,,of ,,canterbury ,,robin ,,hood ,,rescuing ,,the ,,widow',s ,,three ,,sons ,,robin ,,hood ,,and ,,allin ,a ,,dale ,,robin ,,hood',s ,,death ,,and ,,burial ,,romantic ,,and ,,domestic ,,ballads4 ,,annie ,,of ,,lochroyan ,,lord ,,thomas ,,and ,,fair ,,annet ,,the ,,banks ,o' ,,yarrow ,,the ,,douglas ,,tragedy ,,fine ,,flowers ,i' ,,the ,,valley ,,the ,,gay ,,goss-,,hawk ,,young ,,redin ,,willie ,,and ,,may ,,margaret ,,young ,,beichan ,,gilderoy ,,bonny ,,barbara ,,allan ,,the ,,gardener ,,etin ,,the ,,forester ,,lamkin ,,hugh ,,of ,,lincoln ,,fair ,,annie ,,the ,,laird ,o' ,,drum ,,lizie ,,lindsay ,,katharine ,,janfarie ,,glenlogie ,,get ,,up ,,and ,,bar ,,the ,,door ,,the ,,lawlands ,o' ,,holland ,,the ,,twa ,,corbies ,,helen ,,of ,,kirconnell ,,waly ,,waly ,,lord ,,ronald ,,edward1 ,,edward ,,introduction ,the development of poetry1 the articulate life of man1 is hidden in that mist which overhangs the morning of history4 ,yet the indications are that this art of arts had its origin1 as far back as the days of savagery1 in the ideal element of life rather than the utilitarian4 ,there came a time1 undoubtedly1 when the mnemonic value of verse was recognized in the transmission of laws and records and the hard-won wealth of experience4 ,our own ,anglo-,saxon ancestors1 whose rhyme1 it will be remembered1 was initial rhyme1 or alliteration1 have bequeathed to our modern speech many such devices for the knitting up of the memory1 largely legal or popular phrases1 as bed and board1 to have and to hold1 to give and to grant1 time and tide1 wind and wave1 gold and gear2 or proverbs1 as1 for example3 ,when bale is highest1 boon is nighest1 better known to the present age under the still alliterative form3 ,the darkest hour's before the dawn4 ,but if we may trust the signs of poetic evolution in barbarous tribes to-day1 if we may draw inferences from the sacred character attached to the ,muses in the myths of all races1 with the old ,norsemen1 for instance1 ,sag being the daughter of ,odin1 we may rest a reasonable confidence upon the theory that poetry1 the world over1 finds its first utterance at the bidding of the religious instinct and in connection with religious rites4 ,yet the wild-eyed warriors1 keeping time by a rude triumphal chant to the dance about the watch-fire1 were mentally as children1 with keen senses and eager imagination1 but feeble reason1 with fresh and vigorous emotions1 but without elaborate language for these emotions4 ,swaying and shouting in rhythmic consent1 they came slowly to the use of ordered words and1 even then1 could but have repeated the same phrases over and over4 ,the burden--sometimes senseless to our modern understanding--to be found in the present form of many of our ballads may be the survival of a survival from those primitive iterations4 ,the ,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw of ,the ,elfin ,knight is not1 in this instance1 inappropriate to the theme1 yet we can almost hear shrilling through it a far cry from days when men called directly upon the powers of nature4 ,such refrains as ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie1 ,jennifer gentle an' rosemaree1 ,down1 a down1 a down1 a down1 have ancient secrets in them1 had we ears to hear4 ,one of the vexed questions of criticism regarding these refrains is whether they were rendered in alternation with the narrative verses or as a continuous under-song4 ,early observers of ,indian dances have noted that1 while one leaping savage after another improvised a simple strain or two1 the whole dancing company kept up a guttural cadence of ,heh1 heh1 heh6 or ,aw1 aw1 aw6 which served the office of musical accompaniment4 ,this choral iteration of rhythmic syllables1 still hinted in the refrain1 but only hinted1 is believed to be the original element of poetry4 ,in course of time1 however1 was evolved the individual singer4 ,in the earlier stages of society1 song was undoubtedly a common gift1 and every normal member of the community bore his part in the recital of the heroic deeds that ordinarily formed the subject of these primeval lays4 ,were it the praise of a god1 of a feasting champion1 or of a slain comrade1 the natural utterance was narrative4 ,later on1 the more fluent and inventive improvisers came to the front1 and finally the professional bard appeared4 ,somewhere in the process1 too1 the burden may have shifted its part from under-song to alternating chorus1 thus allowing the soloist opportunity for rest and recollection4 ,english ballads1 as we have them in print to-day1 took form in a far later and more sophisticated period than those just suggested2 yet even thus our ballads stand nearest of anything in our literature to the primitive poetry that was born out of the social life of the community rather than made by the solitary thought of the artist4 ,even so comparatively small a group as that comprehended within this volume shows how truly the ballad is the parent stock of all other poetic varieties4 ,in the ballad of plain narrative1 as ,the ,hunting of the ,cheviot1 the epic is hinted4 ,we go a step further in ,a ,lytell ,geste of ,robyn ,hode1--too long for insertion in this collection1 but peculiarly interesting from the antiquarian point of view1 having been printed1 in part1 as early as #adhi1--;and find at least a rough foundation for a genuine hero-lay1 the ,lytell ,geste being made up of a number of ballads rudely woven into one4 ,a poem like this1 though hardly an epic in miniature1--a phrase which has been proposed as the definition of a ballad1--is truly an epic in germ1 lacking the finish of a miniature1 but holding the promise of a seed4 ,where the narrative is highly colored by emotion1 as in ,helen of ,kirconnell or ,waly ,waly1 the ballad merges into the lyric4 ,it is difficult here to draw the line of distinction4 ,a ,lyke-,wake ,dirge is almost purely lyric in quality1 while ,the ,lawlands o' ,holland1 ,gilderoy1 ,the ,twa ,corbies1 ,bonny ,barbara ,allan1 have each a pronounced lyric element4 ,from the ballad of dialogue we look forward to the drama1 not only from the ballad of pure dialogue1 as ,lord ,ronald1 or ,edward1 ,edward1 or that sweet old ,english folk-song1 too long for insertion here1 ,the ,not-,browne ,mayd1 but more remotely from the ballad of mingled dialogue and narrative1 as ,the ,gardener or ,fine ,flowers i' the ,valley4 ,the beginnings of ,english balladry are far out of sight4 ,from the date when the race first had deeds to praise and words with which to praise them1 it is all but certain that ballads were in the air4 ,but even the mediteval ballads are lost to us4 ,it was the written literature1 the work of clerks1 fixed upon the parchment1 that survived1 while the songs of the people1 passing from lip to lip down the generations1 continually reshaped themselves to the changing times4 ,but they were never hushed4 ,while ,chaucer1 his genius fed by ,norman and ,italian streams1 was making the fourteenth century reecho with that laughter which comes never to an end of the ,canterbury story-tellers2 while ,langland1 even his ,teutonic spirit swayed by ,french example1 was brooding the gloomy ,vision of ,piers the ,plowman1--gloom with a star at its centre2 while those courtly makers1 ,wyatt and ,surrey1 were smoothing ,english song1 which in the hands of ,skelton had become so ,tatter'd and jagged1 ,rudely raine-beaten1 ,rusty and moth-eaten1 into the exquisite lyrical measures of ,italy2 while the mysteries and miracle-plays1 also of ,continental impulse1 were striving to do ,god service by impressing the ,scripture stories upon their rustic audiences1--the ballads were being sung and told from ,scottish loch to ,english lowland1 in hamlet and in hall4 ,heartily enjoyed in the baronial castle1 scandalously well known in the monastery1 they were dearest to the peasants4 ,lewd peple loven tales olde2 ,swiche thinges can they wel report and holde4 ,the versions in which we possess such ballads to-day are comparatively modern4 ,few can be dated further back than the reign of ,elizabeth2 the language of some is that of the eighteenth century4 ,but the number and variety of these versions--the ballad of ,lord ,ronald1 for instance1 being given in fifteen forms by ,professor ,child in his monumental edition of ,the ,english and ,scottish ,popular ,ballads2 where ,lord ,ronald1 my son1 appears variously as ,lord ,randal1 my son1 ,lord ,donald1 my son1 ,king ,henrie1 my son1 ,lairde ,rowlande1 my son1 ,billy1 my son1 ,tiranti1 my son1 my own pretty boy1 my bonnie wee croodlin dow1 my little wee croudlin doo1 ,willie doo1 ,willie doo1 my wee wee croodlin doo doo--are sure evidence of oral transmission1 and oral transmission is in itself evidence of antiquity4 ,many of our ballads1 moreover1--nearly a third of the present collection1 as the notes will show1--are akin to ancient ballads of ,continental ,europe1 or of ,asia1 or both1 which set forth the outlines of the same stories in something the same way4 ,it should be stated that there is another theory altogether as to the origin of ballads4 ,instead of regarding them as a slow1 shadowed1 natural growth1 finally fossilized in print1 from the rhythmic cries of a barbaric dance-circle in its festal hour1 there is a weighty school of critics who hold them to be the mere rag-tag camp-followers of mediaeval romance4 ,see1 for instance1 the clownish ballad of ,tom ,thumbe1 with its confused ,arthurian echoes4 ,some of the events recorded in our ballads1 moreover1 are placed by definite local tradition at a comparatively recent date1 as ,otterburne1 ,edom o' ,gordon1 ,kinmont ,willie4 ,what becomes1 then1 of their claims to long descent8 ,if these do not fall1 it is because they are based less on the general theme and course of the story1 matters that seem to necessitate an individual composer1 than on the so-called communal elements of refrain1 iteration1 stock stanzas1 stock epithets1 stock numbers1 stock situations1 the frank objectivity of the point of view1 the sudden glimpses into a pagan world4 ,in the lands of the schoolhouse1 the newspaper1 and the public library1 the conditions of ballad-production are past and gone4 ,yet there are still a few isolated communities in ,europe where genuine folk-songs of spontaneous composition may be heard by the eavesdropper and jotted down with a surreptitious pencil2 for the rustics shrink from the curiosity of the learned and are silent in the presence of strangers4 ,the most precious contribution to our literature from such a1 source is ,the ,bard of the ,dimbovitza1 an ,english translation of folk-songs and ballads peculiar to a certain district of ,roumania4 ,they were gathered by a native gentlewoman from among the peasants on her father's estate4 ,she was forced1 writes ,carmen ,sylva1 ,queen of ,roumania1 one of the two translators1 to affect a desire to learn spinning1 that she might join the girls at their spinning parties1 and so overhear their songs more easily2 she hid in the tall maize to hear the reapers crooning them1 444 she listened for them by death-beds1 by cradles1 at the dance1 and in the tavern1 with inexhaustible patience4444 ,most of them are improvisations4 ,they usually begin and end with a refrain4 ,the ,celtic revival1 too1 is discovering not only the love of song1 but1 to some extent1 the power of improvisation in the more remote corners of the ,british ,isles4 ,instances of popular balladry in the west of ,ireland are givrn by ,lady ,gregory in her ,poets and ,dreamers4 ,the ,roumanians still have their lute-players2 old people in ,galway still remember the last of their wandering folk-bards2 but the ,ettrick ,shepherd1 a century ago1 had to call upon imagination for the picture of ,each ,caledonian minstrel true1 ,dressed in his plaid and bonnet blue1 ,with harp across his shoulders slung1 ,and music murmuring round his tongue4 ,fearless children of nature these strolling poets were1 even as the songs they sang4 ,little recked they1 our bards of old1 ,of autumn's showers1 or winter's cold4 ,sound slept they on the 'nighted hill1 ,lulled by the winds1 or bubbling rill1 ,curtained within the winter cloud1 ,the heath their couch1 the sky their shroud2 ,yet theirs the strains that touch the heart1-- ,bold1 rapid1 wild1 and void of art4 ,the value and hence the dignity of the minstrel's profession declined with the progress of the printing-press in popular favor1 and the character of the gleemen suffered in consequence4 ,this was more marked in ,england than in ,scotland4 ,indeed1 the question has been raised as to whether there ever existed a class of ,englishmen who were both ballad-singers and ballad-makers4 ,this was one of the points at issue between those eminent antiquarians1 ,bishop ,percy and ,mr4 ,ritson1 in the eighteenth century4 ,dr4 ,percy had defined the ,english minstrels as an order of men in the middle ages1 who subsisted by the arts of poetry and music1 and sung to the harp the verses which they themselves composed4 ,the inflammable ,joseph ,ritson1 whose love of an honest ballad goes far to excuse him for his lack of gentle demeanor toward the unfaithful editor of the ,reliques1 pounced down so fiercely upon this definition1 contending that1 however applicable to ,icelandic skalds or ,norman trouveres or ,provenal troubadours1 it was altogether too flattering for the vagabond fiddlers of ,england1 roughly trolling over to tavern audiences the ballads borrowed from their betters1 that the dismayed bishop altered his last clause to read1 verses composed by themselves or others4 ,sir ,walter ,scott sums up this famous quarrel with his characteristic good-humor4 ,the debate1 he says1 resembles the apologue of the gold and silver shield4 ,dr4 ,percy looked on the minstrel in the palmy and exalted state to which1 no doubt1 many were elevated by their talents1 like those who possess excellence in the fine arts in the present day2 and ,ritson considered the reverse of the medal1 when the poor and wandering gleeman was glad to purchase his bread by singing his ballads at the ale-house1 wearing a fantastic habit1 and latterly sinking into a mere crowder upon an untuned fiddle1 accompanying his rude strains with a ruder ditty1 the helpless associate of drunken revellers1 and marvellously afraid of the constable and parish beadle4 ,there is proof enough that1 by the reign of ,elizabeth1 the printer was elbowing the minstrel out into the gutter4 ,in ,scotland the strolling bard was still not without honor1 but in the sister country we find him denounced by ordinance together with rogues1 vagabonds1 and sturdy beggars4 ,the ,london stalls were fed by ,grub-street authors with penny ballads--trash for the greater part--printed in black-letter on broadsides4 ,many of these doggerel productions were collected into small miscellanies1 known as ,garlands1 in the reign of ,james ,i42 but few of the genuine old folk-songs found a refuge in print4 ,yet they still lived on in corners of ,england and ,scotland1 where the spinsters and the knitters in the sun crooned over half-remembered lays to peasant children playing at their feet4 ,in #agbc a collection of ,english ballads1 made up largely1 though not entirely1 of stall-copies1 was issued by an anonymous editor1 not a little ashamed of himself because of his interest in so unworthy a subject2 for although ,dryden and ,addison had played the man and given kindly entertainment--the one in his ,miscellany ,poems1 the other in ,the ,spectator--to a few ballad-gypsies1 yet poetry in general1 that most flat1 stale1 and unprofitable poetry of the early and middle eighteenth century1 disdained all fellowship with the unkempt1 wandering tribe4 ,in the latter half of that century1 however1 occurred the great event in the history of our ballad literature4 ,a country clergyman of a literary turn of mind1 resident in the north of ,england1 being on a visit to his worthy friend1 ,humphrey ,pitt1 ,esq41 then living at ,shiffnal in ,shropshire1 had the glorious good luck to hit upon an old folio manuscript of ballads and romances4 ,i saw it1 writes ,percy1 lying dirty on the floor under a ,bureau in ye ,parlour2 being used by the ,maids to light the fire4 ,a scrubby1 shabby paper book it may have been1 with some leaves torn half away and others lacking altogether1 but it was a genuine ballad manuscript1 in handwriting of about the year #afej1 and ,percy1 realizing that the worthy ,mr4 ,pitt was feeding his parlor fire with very precious fuel1 begged the tattered volume of his host and bore it proudly home1 where with presumptuous pen he revised and embellished and otherwise1 all innocently1 maltreated the noble old ballads until he deemed1 although with grave misgivings1 that they would not too violently shock the polite taste of the eighteenth century4 ,the eighteenth century1 wearied to death of its own politeness1 worn out by the heartless elegance of ,pope and the insipid sentimentality of ,prior1 gave these fresh1 simple melodies an unexpected welcome1 even in the face of the reigning king of letters1 ,dr4 ,johnson1 who forbade them to come to court4 ,but good poems are not slain by bad critics1 and the old ballads1 despite the burly doctor's displeasure1 took henceforth a recognized place in ,english literature4 ,herd's delightful collection of ,scottish songs and ballads1 wherein are gathered so many of those magical refrains1 the rough ore of ,burns' fine gold1--,green grow the rashes ,o1 ,should auld acquaintance be forgot1 ,for the sake o' somebody1--soon followed1 and ,ritson1 while ever slashing away at poor ,percy1 often for his minstrel theories1 more often for his ballad emendations1 and most often for his holding back the original folio manuscript from publication1 appeared himself as a collector and antiquarian of admirable quality4 ,meanwhile ,walter ,scott1 still in his schoolboy days1 had chanced upon a copy of the ,reliques1 and had fallen in love with ballads at first sight4 ,all the morning long he lay reading the book beneath a huge platanus-tree in his aunt's garden4 ,the summer day sped onward so fast1 he says1 that notwithstanding the sharp appetite of thirteen1 ,i forgot the hour of dinner1 was sought for with anxiety1 and was found still entranced in my intellectual banquet4 ,to read and to remember was in this instance the same thing1 and henceforth ,i overwhelmed my school-fellows and all who would hearken to me1 with tragical recitations from the ballads of ,bishop ,percy4 ,the first time1 too1 ,i could scrape a few shillings together1 which were not common occurrences with me1 ,i bought unto myself a copy of these beloved volumes1 nor do ,i believe ,i ever read a book half so frequently1 or with half the enthusiasm4 ,the later fruits of that schoolboy passion were garnered in ,scott's original ballads1 metrical romances1 and no less romantic novels1 all so picturesque with feudal lights and shadows1 so pure with chivalric sentiment2 but an earlier result was ,the ,minstrelsy of the ,scottish ,border1 a collection of folk-songs gleaned in vacation excursions from pipers and shepherds and old peasant women of the border districts1 and containing1 with other ballads1 full forty-three previously unknown to print1 among them some of our very best4 ,other poet collectors--,motherwell and ,aytoun--followed where ,scott had led1 ,scott having been himself preceded by ,allan ,ramsay1 who so early as #agbd had included several old ballads1 freely retouched1 in his ,evergreen and ,tea-,table ,miscellany4 ,nor were there lacking others1 poets in ear and heart if not in pen1 who went up and down the country-side1 seeking to gather into books the old heroic lays that were already on the point of perishing from the memories of the people4 ,meanwhile ,ritson's shrill cry for the publication of the original ,percy manuscript was taken up in varying keys again and again1 until in our own generation the echoes on our own side of the water grew so persistent that with no small difficulty the much-desired end was actually attained4 ,the owners of the folio having been brought to yield their slow consent1 our richest treasure of ,old ,english song1 for so perilously long a period exposed to all the hazards that beset a single manuscript1 is safe in print at last and open to the inspection of us all4 ,the late ,professor ,child of ,harvard1 our first ,american authority on ballad-lore1 and ,dr4 ,furnivall of ,london1 would each yield the other the honor of this achievement for which no ballad-lover can speak too many thanks4 ,a list of our principal ballad collections may be found of practical convenience1 as well as of literary interest4 ,passing by the ,miscellanies1 ,percy1 as becomes one of the gallant lineage to which he set up a somewhat doubtful claim1 leads the van4 ,percy's ,reliques of ,ancient ,english ,poetry4 #agfe4 ,herd's ,ancient and ,modern ,scottish ,songs1 ,heroic ,ballads1 etc4 #agfi4 ,ritson's ,ancient ,popular ,poetry4 #agia4 ,ritson's ,ancient ,songs and ,ballads4 #agib4 ,ritson's ,robin ,hood4 #agie4 ,scott's ,minstrelsy of the ,scottish ,border4 #ahjb-ahjc4 ,jamieson's ,popular ,ballads and ,songs4 #ahjf4 ,finlay's ,scottish ,historical and ,romantic ,ballads4 #ahjh4 ,sharpe's ,ballad ,book4 #ahbd4 ,maidment's ,north ,countrie ,garland4 #ahbd4 ,kinloch's ,ancient ,scottish ,ballads4 #ahbg4 ,motherwell's ,minstrelsy1 ,ancient and ,modern4 #ahbg4 ,buchan's ,ancient ,ballads and ,songs of the ,north of ,scotland4 #ahbh4 ,chambers' ,scottish ,ballads4 #ahbi4 ,whitelaw's ,book of ,scottish ,ballads4 #ahde4 ,child's ,english and ,scottish ,ballads4 #aheg-aheh4 ,aytoun's ,ballads of ,scotland4 #aheh4 ,maidment's ,scottish ,ballads and ,songs4 #ahfh4 ,bishop ,percy's ,folio ,manuscript4 #ahfh4 ,child's ,english and ,scottish ,popular ,ballads 7issued in parts74 #ahhb-ih4 ,a ,,word ,,with ,,the ,,teacher4 ,the methods of ballad-work in the class-room must of course vary with the amount of time at disposal1 the extent of library privilege1 and the attainment of the students4 ,where the requisite books are at hand1 it may be found a profitable exercise to commit a ballad to each member of the class1 who shall hunt down the various ,english versions1 and1 as far as his power reaches1 the foreign equivalents4 ,but specific topical study can be put to advantage on the ballads themselves1 the fifty collected here furnishing abundant data for discussion and illustration in regard to such subjects as the following3-- _/ ,teutonic4 ,ballad ,language ,dialectic4 ,idiomatic4 _/ _/ ,description4 _/ ,ballad ,stanza ,peculiar ,fitness4 ,variations4 ,ballad ,music _/ ,metre4 ,irregularities in ,accent4 ,rhyme4 ,significance of ,irregularities4 _/ ,introduction4 _/ ,dramatic ,element4 ,ballad ,structure ,involution of ,plot4 ,proportion of ,element4 ,conclusion4 _/ ,government4 ,early ,english and ,scottish ,family4 ,life as reflected in the ,employments4 ,ballads ,pastimes4 ,manners4 ,early ,english and ,scottish _/ ,aspirations4 ,character as reflected ,principles4 in the ,ballads ,tastes4 ,democracy in the ,ballads4 ,nature in the ,ballads4 ,color in the ,ballads4 ,history and ,science in the ,ballads4 ,manhood in the ,ballads4 ,womanhood in the ,ballads4 ,childhood in the ,ballads4 ,standards of ,morality in the ,ballads4 ,religion in the ,ballads _/ ,pagan ,element4 ,christian ,element4 _/ ,catholic4 ,protestant4 ,figures of ,speech _/ ,enumeration in the ,ballads ,general ,character4 ,proportion4 _/ ,epithets4 _/ ,numbers4 ,stock ,material ,refrains4 of the ,ballads ,similes4 ,metaphors4 ,stanzas4 ,situations4 ,humor of the ,ballads4 _/ ,in what consisting4 ,at what directed4 ,pathos of the ,ballads4 _/ ,by what elicited4 ,how expressed4 _/ ,in ,form4 ,beauty of the ,ballads4 ,in ,matter4 ,in ,spirit4 ,a more delicate1 difficult1 and valuable variety of study may be put upon the ballads1 taken one by one1 with the aim of impression upon a class the very simplicity of strength and sweetness in this wild minstrelsy4 ,the mere recitation or reading of the ballad1 with such unacademic and living comment as shall help the imagination of the hearer to leap into a vivid realization of the swiftly shifted scenes1 the sympathy to follow with eager comprehension the crowded1 changing passions1 the whole nature to thrill with the warm pulse of the rough old poem1 is perhaps the surest way to drive the ballad home1 trusting it to work within the student toward that spirit--development which is more truly the end of education than mental storage4 ,for these primitive folk-songs which have done so much to educate the poetic sense in the fine peasantry of ,scotland1--that peasantry which has produced an ,ettrick ,shepherd and an ,ayrshire ,ploughman1--are assuredly1 ,thanks to the human heart by which we live1 among the best educators that can be brought into our schoolrooms4 ,,ballads ,,of ,,superstition4 ,,the ,,wee ,,wee ,,man4 ,as ,i was wa'king all alane1 ,between a water and a wa'1 ,there ,i spy'd a wee wee man1 ,and he was the least that e'er ,i saw4 ,his legs were scant a shathmont's length1 ,and sma' and limber was his thie1 ,between his e'en there was a span1 ,and between his shoulders there was three4 ',he took up a meikle stane1 ,and he flang't as far as ,i could see2 ,though ,i had been a ,wallace wight1 ,i couldna liften't to my knee4 ,o wee wee man1 but thou be strang6 ,o tell me where thy dwelling be8 ,my dwelling's down at yon bonny bower2 ,o will you go with me and see8 ,on we lap1 and awa' we rade1 ,till we cam' to yon bonny green2 ,we lighted down for to bait our horse1 ,and out there cam' a lady sheen4 ,four and twenty at her back1 ,and they were a' clad out in green1 ,though the ,king o' ,scotland had been there1 ,the warst o' them might hae been his ,queen4 ,on we lap1 and awa' we rade1 ,till we cam' to yon bonny ha'1 ,where the roof was o' the beaten gowd1 ,and the floor was o' the crystal a'4 ,when we cam' to the stair foot1 ,ladies were dancing1 jimp and sma'2 ,but in the twinkling of an e'e1 ,my wee wee man was clean awa'4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,tamlane4 ,o ,i forbid ye1 maidens a'1 ,that bind in snood your hair1 ,to come or gae by ,carterhaugh1 ,for young ,tamlane is there4 ,fair ,janet sat within her bower1 ,sewing her silken seam1 ,and fain would be at ,carterhaugh1 ,amang the leaves sae green4 ,she let the seam fa' to her foot1 ,the needle to her tae1 ,and she's awa' to ,carterhaugh1 ,as quickly as she may4 ,she's prink'd hersell1 and preen'd hersell1 ,by the ae light o' the moon1 ,and she's awa to ,carterhaugh1 ,as fast as she could gang4 ,she hadna pu'd a red red rose1 ,a rose but barely three1 ,when up and starts the young ,tamlane1 ,says1 ,lady1 let a-be6 ,what gars ye pu' the rose1 ,janet8 ,what gars ye break the tree8 ,or why come ye to ,carterhaugh1 ,without the leave o' me8 ,o ,i will pu' the flowers1 she said1 ,and ,i will break the tree2 ,and ,i will come to ,carterhaugh1 ,and ask na leave of thee4 ,but when she cam' to her father's ha'1 ,she looked sae wan and pale1 ,they thought the lady had gotten a fright1 ,or with sickness sair did ail4 ,janet has kilted her green kirtle ,a little aboon her knee1 ,and she has snooded her yellow hair ,a little aboon her bree1 ,and she's awa to ,carterhaugh1 ,as fast as she can hie4 ,she hadna pu'd a rose1 a rose1 ,a rose but barely twae1 ,when up there started young ,tamlane1 ,says1 ,lady1 thou pu's nae mae4 ,now ye maun tell the truth1 she said1 ,a word ye maunna lie2 ,o1 were ye ever in haly chapel1 ,or sained in ,christentie8 ,the truth ,i'll tell to thee1 ,janet1 ,a word ,i winna lie2 ,i was ta'en to the good church-door1 ,and sained as well as thee4 ,randolph1 ,earl ,murray1 was my sire1 ,dunbar1 ,earl ,march1 was thine2 ,we loved when we were children small1 ,which yet you well may mind4 ,when ,i was a boy just turned of nine1 ,my uncle sent for me1 ,to hunt1 and hawk1 and ride with him1 ,and keep him companie4 ,there came a wind out of the north1 ,a sharp wind and a snell1 ,and a dead sleep came over me1 ,and frae my horse ,i fell2 ,the ,queen of ,fairies she was there1 ,and took me to hersell4 ,and we1 that live in ,fairy-land1 ,nae sickness know nor pain2 ,i quit my body when ,i will1 ,and take to it again4 ,i quit my body when ,i please1 ,or unto it repair2 ,we can inhabit at our ease ,in either earth or air4 ,our shapes and size we can convert ,to either large or small2 ,an old nut-shell's the same to us ,as is the lofty hall4 ,we sleep in rose-buds soft and sweet1 ,we revel in the stream2 ,we wanton lightly on the wind1 ,or glide on a sunbeam4 ,and never would ,i tire1 ,janet1 ,in fairy-land to dwell2 ,but aye1 at every seven years1 ,they pay the teind to hell2 ,and ,i'm sae fat and fair of flesh1 ,i fear 'twill be mysell6 ,the morn at e'en is ,hallowe'en2 ,our fairy court will ride1 ,through ,england and through ,scotland baith1 ,and through the warld sae wide1 ,and if that ye wad borrow me1 ,at ,miles ,cross ye maun bide4 ,and ye maun gae to the ,miles ,cross1 ,between twelve hours and one1 ,tak' haly water in your hand1 ,and cast a compass roun'4 ,but how shall ,i thee ken1 ,tamlane1 ,and how shall ,i thee knaw1 ,amang the throng o' fairy folk1 ,the like ,i never saw8 ,the first court that comes alang1 ,ye'll let them a' pass by2 ,the neist court that comes alang ,salute them reverently4 ,the third court that comes alang ,is clad in robes o' green1 ,and it's the head court of them a'1 ,and in it rides the ,queen4 ,and ,i upon a milk-white steed1 ,wi' a gold star in my croun2 ,because ,i am a christen'd knight ,they give me that renoun4 ',first let pass the black1 ,janet1 ,and syne let pass the broun1 ,but grip ye to the milk-white steed1 ,and pu' the rider doun4 ,my right hand will be glov'd1 ,janet1 ,my left hand will be bare1 ,and thae's the tokens ,i gie thee2 ,nae doubt ,i will be there4 ,ye'll seize upon me with a spring1 ,and to the ground ,i'll fa'1 ,and then you'll hear an elrish cry ,that ,tamlane is awa'4 ,they'll turn me in your arms1 ,janet1 ,an adder and a snake2 ,but haud me fast1 let me not pass1 ,gin ye would be my maik4 ,they'll turn me in your arms1 ,janet1 ,an adder and an aske2 ,they'll turn me in your arms1 ,janet1 ,a bale that burns fast4 ,they'll shape me in your arms1 ,janet1 ,a dove1 but and a swan3 ,and last they'll shape me in your arms ,a mother-naked man3 ,cast your green mantle over me-- ,and sae shall ,i be wan6 ,gloomy1 gloomy was the night1 ,and eerie was the way1 ,as fair ,janet1 in her green mantle1 ,to ,miles ,cross she did gae4 ,about the dead hour o' the night ,she heard the bridles ring1 ,and ,janet was as glad o' that ,as ony earthly thing4 ,there's haly water in her hand1 ,she casts a compass round2 ,and straight she sees a fairy band ,come riding o'er the mound4 ,and first gaed by the black1 black steed1 ,and then gaed by the broun2 ,but fast she gript the milk-white steed1 ,and pu'd the rider doun4 ,she pu'd him frae the milk-white steed1 ,and loot the bridle fa'2 ,and up there raise an elrish cry2 ,he's won amang us a'6 ,they shaped him in fair ,janet's arms ,an aske1 but and an adder2 ,she held him fast in every shape1 ,to be her ain true lover4 ,they shaped him in her arms at last ,a mother-naked man1 ,she cuist her mantle over him1 ,and sae her true love wan4 ,up then spake the ,queen o' ,fairies1 ,out of a bush o' broom3 ,she that has borrowed young ,tamlane1 ,has gotten a stately groom6 ,up then spake the ,queen o' ,fairies1 ,out of a bush of rye3 ,she's ta'en away the bonniest knight ,in a' my companie6 ,but had ,i kenned1 ,tamlane1 she says1 ,a lady wad borrow thee1 ,i wad hae ta'en out thy twa gray e'en1 ,put in twa e'en o' tree6 ,had ,i but kenned1 ,tamlane1 she says1 ,before ye came frae hame1 ,i wad hae ta'en out your heart of flesh1 ,put in a heart o' stane6 ,had ,i but had the wit yestreen ,that ,i hae coft this day1 ,i'd hae paid my teind seven times to hell1 ,ere you'd been won away6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,true ,,thomas4 ,true ,thomas lay on ,huntlie bank2 ,a ferlie he spied with his e'e2 ,and there he saw a ladye bright1 ,come riding down by the ,eildon tree4 ,her skirt was o' the grass-green silk1 ,her mantle o' the velvet fine1 ,at ilka tett of her horse's mane1 ,hung fifty siller bells and nine4 ,true ,thomas he pu'd aff his cap1 ,and louted low down to his knee2 ,all hail1 thou mighty ,queen of ,heaven6 ,for thy peer on earth ,i never did see4 ,o no1 ,o no1 ,thomas1 she said1 ,that name does not belang to me2 ,i'm but the ,queen of fair ,elfland1 ,that hither am come to visit thee6 ,harp and carp1 ,thomas1 she said1 ,harp and carp alang wi' me2 ,and if ye daur to kiss my lips1 ,sure of your bodie ,i shall be6 ,betide me weal1 betide me woe1 ,that weird shall never daunton me6 ,syne he has kissed her rosy lips1 ,all underneath the ,eildon tree4 ,now ye maun go wi' me1 she said1 ,true ,thomas1 ye maun go wi' me2 ,and ye maun serve me seven years1 ,through weal or woe as may chance to be4 ,she's mounted on her milk-white steed1 ,she's ta'en ,true ,thomas up behind2 ,and aye1 whene'er her bridle rang1 ,the steed gaed swifter than the wind4 ,o they rade on1 and further on1 ,the steed gaed swifter than the wind2 ,until they reached a desert wide1 ,and living land was left behind4 ,light down1 light down now1 ,thomas1 she said1 ,and lean your head upon my knee2 ,light down1 and rest a little space1 ,and ,i will show you ferlies three4 ,o see ye na that braid braid road1 ,that stretches o'er the lily leven8 ,that is the path of wickedness1 ,though some call it the road to heaven4 ,and see ye na yon narrow road1 ,sae thick beset wi' thorns and briers8 ,that is the path of righteousness1 ,though after it but few enquires4 ,and see ye na yon bonny road1 ,that winds about the ferny brae8 ,that is the way to fair ,elfland1 ,where you and ,i this night maun gae4 ,but1 ,thomas1 ye maun hauld your tongue1 ,whatever you may hear or see2 ,for if ye speak word in ,elfin land1 ,ye'll ne'er win back to your ain countrie6 ,o they rade on1 and further on1 ,and they waded through rivers aboon the knee1 ,and they saw neither sun nor moon1 ,but they heard the roaring of a sea4 ,it was mirk mirk night1 there was nae stern-light1 ,and they waded through red blude to the knee2 ,for a' the blude that's shed on earth1 ,kins through the springs o' that countrie4 ,syne they came to a garden green1 ,and she pu'd an apple frae a tree-- ,take this for thy wages1 ,true ,thomas2 ,it will give thee the tongue that can never lie6 ,my tongue is my ain6 ,true ,thomas he said1 ,a gudely gift ye wad gie to me6 ,i neither douglit to buy nor sell1 ,at fair or tryste where ,i may be4 ,i dought neither speak to prince nor peer1 ,nor ask for grace from fair ladye6 ,now hauld thy tongue1 ,thomas6 she said ,for as ,i say1 so must it be4 ,he has gotten a coat of the even claith1 ,and a pair o' shoon of the velvet green2 ,and till seven years were come and gane1 ,true ,thomas on earth was never seen4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,elfin ,,knight4 ,the ,elfin knight stands on yon hill2 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,blawing his horn baith loud and shrill1 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,if ,i had the horn that ,i hear blawn1 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,and the bonnie knight that blaws the horn6 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,she had na sooner thae words said2 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,than the ,elfin knight cam' to her side3 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,thou art too young a maid1 quoth he1 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,married wi' me you ill wad be4 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,i hae a sister younger than me2 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,and she was married yesterday4 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,married to me ye shall be nane2 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,till ye mak' me a sark without a seam2 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,and ye maun shape it1 knifeless1 sheerless1 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,and ye maun sew it1 needle-threedless2 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,and ye maun wash it within a well1 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,whaur dew never wat1 nor rain ever fell1 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,and ye maun dry it upon a thorn1 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,that never budded sin' ,adam was born4 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,o gin that kindness ,i do for thee2 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,there's something ye maun do for me4 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,i hae an acre o' gude lea-land1 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,between the saut sea and the strand2 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,ye'll plough it wi' your blawing horn1 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,and ye will sow it wi' pepper corn1 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,and ye maun harrow't wi' a single tyne1 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,and shear it wi' a sheep's shank bane2 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,and bigg a cart o' lime and stane1 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,and ,robin ,redbreast maun trail it hame1 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,and ye maun barn it in a mouse-hole1 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,and ye maun thresh it in your shoe sole2 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,and ye maun winnow it wi' your loof1 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,and ye maun sack it in your glove2 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,and ye maun dry it1 but candle or coal1 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,and ye maun grind it1 but quern or mill2 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 ,when ye hae done1 and finish'd your wark1 7,blaw1 blaw1 blaw winds1 blaw17 ,then come to me1 and ye'se get your sark6 7,and the wind has blawn my plaid awa'47 99 99 99 99 99 ,,lady ,,isobel ,,and ,,the ,,elf-,,knight4 ,there cam' a bird out o' a bush1 ,on water for to dine1 ,an' sighing sair1 says the king's daughter1 ,o wae's this heart o' mine6 ,he's taen a harp into his hand1 ,he's harped them all asleep1 ,except it was the king's daughter1 ,who ae wink couldna get4 ,he's luppen on his berry-brown steed1 ,taen 'er on behind himsell1 ,then baith rede down to that water ,that they ca' ,wearie's ,well4 ,wide in1 wide in1 my lady fair1 ,nae harm shall thee befall2 ,aft times hae ,i water'd my steed ,wi' the water o' ,wearie's ,well4 ,the first step that she stepped in1 ,she stepped to the knee2 ,and sighing sair1 says this lady fair1 ,this water's nae for me4 ,wide in1 wide in1 my lady fair1 ,nae harm shall thee befall2 ,aft times hae ,i water'd my steed ,wi' the water o' ,wearie's ,well4 ,the neist step that she stepped in1 ,she stepped to the middle2 ,o1 sighend says this lady fair1 ,i've wat my gowden girdle4 ,wide in1 wide in1 my lady fair1 ,nae harm shall thee befall2 ,aft times hae ,i water'd my steed ,wi' the water o' ,wearie's ,well4 ,the neist step that she stepped in1 ,she stepped to the chin2 ,o1 sighend says this lady fair1 ,i'll wade nae farer in4 ,seven king's-daughters ,i've drownd here1 ,in the water o' ,wearie's ,well1 ,and ,i'll mak' you the eight o' them1 ,and ring the common bell4 ,sin' ,i am standing here1 she says1 ,this dowie death to die1 ,ae kiss o' your comely mouth ,i'm sure wad comfort me4 ,he's louted him o'er his saddle bow1 ,to kiss her cheek and chin2 ,she's taen him in her arms twa1 ,an' thrown him headlong in4 ,sin' seven king's-daughters ye've drownd here1 ,in the water o' ,wearie's ,well1 ,i'll mak' you bridegroom to them a'1 ,an' ring the bell mysell4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,tom ,,thumbe4 ,in ,arthurs court ,tom ,thumbe did live1 ,a man of mickle might1 ,the best of all the table round1 ,and eke a doughty knight3 ,his stature but an inch in height1 ,or quarter of a span2 ,then thinke you not this little knight1 ,was prov'd a valiant man8 ,his father was a plow-man plaine1 ,his mother milkt the cow1 ,but yet the way to get a sonne ,this couple knew not how1 ,untill such time this good old man ,to learned ,merlin goes1 ,and there to him his deepe desires ,in secret manner showes1 ,how in his heart he wisht to have ,a childe1 in time to come1 ,to be his heire1 though it might be ,no bigger than his ,thumbe4 ,of which old ,merlin thus foretold1 ,that he his wish should have1 ,and so this sonne of stature small ,the charmer to him gave4 ,no blood nor bones in him should be1 ,in shape and being such1 ,that men should heare him speake1 but not ,his wandring shadow touch3 ,but all unseene to goe or come ,whereas it pleasd him still2 ,and thus ,king ,arthurs ,dwarfe was born1 ,to fit his fathers will3 ,and in foure minutes grew so fast1 ,that he became so tall ,as was the plowmans thumbe in height1 ,and so they did him call ,tom ,thumbe1 the which the ,fayry-,queene ,there gave him to his name1 ,who1 with her traine of ,goblins grim1 ,unto his christning came4 ,whereas she cloath'd him richly brave1 ,in garments fine and faire1 ,which lasted him for many yeares ,in seemely sort to weare4 ,his hat made of an oaken leafe1 ,his shirt a spiders web1 ,both light and soft for those his limbes ,that were so smally bred2 ,his hose and doublet thistle downe1 ,togeather weav'd full fine2 ,his stockins of an apple greene1 ,made of the outward rine2 ,his garters were two little haires1 ,pull'd from his mothers eye1 ,his bootes and shooes a mouses skin1 ,there tand most curiously4 ,thus1 like a lustie gallant1 he ,adventured forth to goe1 ,with other children in the streets ,his pretty trickes to show4 ,where he for counters1 pinns1 and points1 ,and cherry stones did play1 ,till he amongst those gamesters young ,had loste his stocke away1 ,yet could he soone renew the same1 ,when as most nimbly he ,would dive into their cherry-baggs1 ,and there partaker be1 ,unseene or felt by any one1 ,untill a scholler shut ,this nimble youth into a boxe1 ,wherein his pins he put4 ,of whom to be reveng'd1 he tooke 7,in mirth and pleasant game7 ,black pots1 and glasses1 which he hung ,upon a bright sunne-beam4 ,the other boyes to doe the like1 ,in pieces broke them quite2 ,for which they were most soundly whipt1 ,whereat he laught outright4 ,and so ,tom ,thumbe restrained was ,from these his sports and play1 ,and by his mother after that ,compel'd at home to stay4 ,whereas about a ,christmas time1 ,his father a hog had kil'd1 ,and ,tom would see the puddings made1 ,for fear they should be spil'd4 ,he sate upon the pudding-boule1 ,the candle for to hold2 ,of which there is unto this day ,a pretty pastime told3 ,for ,tom fell in1 and could not be ,for ever after found1 ,for in the blood and batter he ,was strangely lost and drownd4 ,where searching long1 but all in vaine1 ,his mother after that ,into a pudding thrust her sonne1 ,instead of minced fat4 ,which pudding of the largest size ,into the kettle throwne1 ,made all the rest to fly thereout1 ,as with a whirle-wind blowne4 ,for so it tumbled up and downe1 ,within the liquor there1 ,as if the devill had been boiled2 ,such was his mothers feare1 ,that up she took the pudding strait4 ,and gave it at the door ,unto a tinker1 which from thence ,in his blacke budget bore4 ,from which ,tom ,thumbe got loose at last ,and home return'd againe3 ,where he from following dangers long ,in safety did remaine4 ,now after this1 in sowing time1 ,his father would him have ,into the field to drive his plow1 ,and thereupon him gave ,a whip made of a barly straw ,to drive the cattle on3 ,where1 in a furrow'd land new sowne1 ,poore ,tom was lost and gon4 ,now by a raven of great strength ,away he thence was borne1 ,and carried in the carrions beake ,even like a graine of corne1 ,unto a giants castle top1 ,in which he let him fall1 ,where soone the giant swallowed up ,his body1 cloathes and all4 ,but in his stomach did ,tom ,thumbe ,so great a rumbling make1 ,that neither day nor night he could ,the smallest quiet take1 ,untill the giant had him spewd ,three miles into the sea1 ,whereas a fish soone tooke him up ,and bore him thence away4 ,which lusty fish was after caught ,and to king ,arthur sent1 ,where ,tom was found1 and made his dwarfe1 ,whereas his dayes he spent ,long time in lively jollity1 ,belov'd of all the court1 ,and none like ,tom was then esteem'd ,among the noble sort4 ,amongst his deedes of courtship done1 ,his highnesse did command1 ,that he should dance a galliard brave ,upon his queenes left hand4 ,the which he did1 and for the same ,the king his signet gave1 ,which ,tom about his middle wore ,long time a girdle brave4 ,now after this the king would not ,abroad for pleasure goe1 ,but still ,tom ,thumbe must ride with him1 ,plac'd on his saddle-bow4 ,where on a time when as it rain'd1 ,tom ,thumbe most nimbly crept ,in at a button hole1 where he ,within his bosome slept4 ,and being neere his highnesse heart1 ,he crav'd a wealthy boone1 ,a liberall gift1 the which the king ,commanded to be done1 ,for to relieve his fathers wants1 ,and mothers1 being old2 ,which was so much of silver coin ,as well his armes could hold4 ,and so away goes lusty ,tom1 ,with three pence on his backe1 ,a heavy burthen1 which might make ,his wearied limbes to cracke4 ,so travelling two dayes and nights1 ,with labour and great paine1 ,he came into the house whereas ,his parents did remaine2 ,which was but halfe a mile in space ,from good king ,arthurs court1 ,the which in eight and forty houres ,he went in weary sort4 ,but comming to his fathers doore1 ,he there such entrance had ,as made his parents both rejoice1 ,and he thereat was glad4 ,his mother in her apron tooke ,her gentle sonne in haste1 ,and by the fier side1 within ,a walnut shell1 him plac'd3 ,whereas they feasted him three dayes ,upon a hazell nut1 ,whereon he rioted so long ,he them to charges put2 ,and thereupon grew wonderous sicke1 ,through eating too much meate1 ,which was sufficient for a month ,for this great man to eate4 ,but now his businesse call'd him foorth1 ,king ,arthurs court to see1 ,whereas no longer from the same ,he could a stranger be4 ,but yet a few small ,april drops1 ,which settled in the way1 ,his long and weary journey forth ,did hinder and so stay4 ,until his carefull father tooke ,a hollow straw in sport1 ,and with one blast blew this his sonne ,into king ,arthurs court4 ,now he with tilts and turnaments ,was entertained so1 ,that all the best of ,arthurs knights ,did him much pleasure show4 ,as good ,sir ,lancelot of the ,lake1 ,sir ,tristram1 and sir ,guy2 ,yet none compar'd with brave ,tom ,thum1 ,in knightly chivalry4 ,in honor of which noble day1 ,and for his ladies sake1 ,a challenge in king ,arthurs court ,tom ,thumbe did bravely make4 ,gainst whom these noble knights did run1 ,sir ,chinon and the rest1 ,yet still ,tom ,thumbe with matchles might ,did beare away the best4 ,he likewise cleft the smallest haire ,from his faire ladies head1 ,not hurting her whose even hand ,him lasting honors bred4 ,such were his deeds and noble acts ,in ,arthurs court there showne1 ,as like in all the world beside ,was hardly seene or knowne4 ,now at these sports he toyld himselfe ,that he a sicknesse tooke1 ,through which all manly exercise ,he carelesly forsooke4 ,where lying on his bed sore sicke1 ,king ,arthurs doctor came1 ,with cunning skill1 by physicks art1 ,to ease and cure the same4 ,his body being so slender small1 ,this cunning doctor tooke ,a fine prospective glasse1 with which ,he did in secret looke ,into his sickened body downe1 ,and therein saw that ,death ,stood ready in his wasted guts ,to sease his vitall breath4 ,his armes and leggs consum'd as small ,as was a spiders web1 ,through which his dying houre grew on1 ,for all his limbes grew dead4 ,his face no bigger than an ants1 ,which hardly could be seene3 ,the losse of which renowned knight ,much griev'd the king and queene4 ,and so with peace and quietnesse ,he left this earth below2 ,and up into the ,fayry ,land ,his ghost did fading goe4 ,whereas the ,fayry ,queene receiv'd ,with heavy mourning cheere1 ,the body of this valiant knight ,whom she esteem'd so deere4 ,for with her dancing nymphes in greene1 ,she fetcht him from his bed1 ,with musicke and sweet melody ,so soone as life was fled3 ,for whom king ,arthur and his knights ,full forty daies did mourne2 ,and1 in remembrance of his name ,that was so strangely borne1 ,he built a tomb of marble gray1 ,and yeare by yeare did come ,to celebrate the mournefull day1 ,and buriall of ,tom ,thum4 ,whose fame still lives in ,england here1 ,amongst the countrey sort2 ,of whom our wives and children small ,tell tales of pleasant sport4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,kempion4 ,her mither died when she was young1 ,which gave her cause to make great moan2 ,her father married the warse woman ,that ever lived in ,christendom4 ,she served her well wi' foot and hand1 ,in everything that1 she could dee2 ,but her stepmither hated her warse and warse1 ,and a powerful wicked witch was she4 ,come hither1 come hither1 ye cannot choose2 ,and lay your head low on my knee2 ,the heaviest weird ,i will you read ,that ever was read to gay ladye4 ,mickle dolour sail ye dree ,when o'er the saut seas maun ye swim2 ,and far mair dolour sail ye dree ,when up to ,estmere ,crags ye climb4 ,i weird ye be a fiery snake2 ,and borrowed sall ye never be1 ,till ,kempion1 the kingis son1 ,come to the crag and thrice kiss thee4 ,until the warld comes to an end1 ,borrowed sall ye never be6 ,o mickle dolour did she dree1 ,and aye the saut seas o'er she swam2 ,and far mair dolour did she dree ,on ,estmere ,crags1 when up she clamb4 ,and aye she cried on ,kempion1 ,gin he would but come to her han'3-- ,now word has gane to ,kempion1 ,that siccan a beast was in the lan'4 ,now by my sooth1 said ,kempion1 ,this fiery beast ,i'll gang and see4 ,an' by my sooth1 said ,segramour1 ,my ae brither1 ,i'll gang wi' thee4 ,they twa hae biggit a bonny boat1 ,and they hae set her to the sea2 ,but a mile afore they reach'd the shore1 ,around them 'gan the red fire flee4 ,the worm leapt out1 the worm leapt down1 ,she plaited nine times round stock and stane2 ,and aye as the boat cam' to the beach1 ,o she hae strickit it aff again4 ,min' how you steer1 my brither dear3 ,keep further aff6 said ,segramour2 ,she'll drown us deep in the saut1 saut sea1 ,or burn us sair1 if we come on shore4 ,syne ,kempion has bent an arblast bow1 ,and aimed an arrow at her head2 ,and swore1 if she didna quit the shore1 ,wi' that same shaft to shoot her dead4 ,out o' my stythe ,i winna rise1 ,nor quit my den for the fear o' thee1 ,till ,kempion1 the kingis son1 ,come to the crag an' thrice kiss me4 ,he's louted him o'er the ,estmere ,crag1 ,and he has gi'en that beast a kiss3 ,in she swang1 and again she cam'1 ,and aye her speech was a wicked hiss4 ,out o' my stythe ,i winna rise1 ,an' not for a' thy bow nor thee1 ,till ,kempion1 the kingis son1 ,come to the crag an' thrice kiss me4 ,he's louted him o'er the ,estmere ,crag1 ,and he has gi'en her kisses twa2 ,in she swang1 and again she cam'1 ,the fieriest beast that ever you saw4 ,out o' my stythe ,i winna rise1 ,nor quit my den for the fear o' thee1 ,till ,kempion1 the kingis son1 ,come to the crag an' thrice kiss me4 ,he's louted him o'er the lofty crag1 ,and he has gi'en her kisses three2 ,in she swang1 a loathly worm2 ,an' out she stepped1 a fair ladye4 ,nae cleeding had this lady fair1 ,to keep her body frae the cold2 ,but ,kempion took his mantle aff1 ,and around his ain true love did fold4 ,an' by my sooth1 says ,kempion1 ,my ain true love6--for this is she1-- ,they surely had a heart o' stane1 ,could put thee to this misery4 ,o was it wer-wolf in the wood1 ,or was it mermaid in the sea1 ,or wicked man1 or wile woman1 ,my ain true love1 that mis-shaped thee8 ,it was na wer-wolf in the wood1 ,nor was it mermaid in the sea2 ,but it was my wicked stepmither1 ,and wae and weary may she be6 ,o a heavier weird light her upon ,than ever fell on wile woman6 ,her hair sall grow rough1 an' her teeth grow lang1 ,an' aye upon four feet maun she gang4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,alison ,,gross4 ,o ,alison ,gross1 that lives in yon tower1 ,the ugliest witch in the north countrie1 ,has trysted me ae day up till her bower1 ,and mony fair speech she made to me4 ,she straiked my head1 and she kaim'd my hair1 ,and she set me down saftly on her knee2 ,says1 ,gin ye will be my lemman sae true1 ,sae mony braw things as ,i wad you gie4 ,she shaw'd me a mantle o' red scarlet1 ,wi' gowden flowers and fringes fine2 ,says1 ,gin ye will be my lemman sae true1 ,this gudely gift it sall be thine4 ,awa'1 awa'1 ye ugly witch6 ,haud far awa'1 and lat me be2 ,i never will be your lemman sae true1 ,and ,i wish ,i were out o' your companie4 ,she neist brocht a sark o' the saftest silk1 ,weel wrought wi' pearls about the band2 ,says1 ,gin ye will be my ain true-love1 ,this gudely gift ye sall command4 ,she shaw'd me a cup o' the gude red gowd1 ,weel set wi' jewels sae fair to see2 ,says1 ,gin ye will be my lemman sae true1 ,this gudely gift ,i will you gie4 ,awa'1 awa'1 ye ugly witch6 ,haud far awa'1 and lat me be2 ,for ,i wadna ance kiss your ugly mouth ,for a' the gifts that you could gie4 ,she's turn'd her richt and round about1 ,and thrice she blew on a grass-green horn2 ,and she sware by the moon1 and the stars ,that she'd gar me rue the day ,i was born4 ,then out she has ta'en a silver wand1 ,and she's turn'd her three times round and round2 ,she's muttered sic words1 that my strength it fail'd1 ,and ,i fell down senseless on the ground4 ,she's turned me into an ugly worm1 ,and gar'd me toddle about the tree2 ,and ay1 on ilka ,saturday's night1 ,auld ,alison ,gross1 she cam' to me1 ,wi' silver basin1 and silver kaim1 ,to kaim my headie upon her knee2 ,but or ,i had kiss'd her ugly mouth1 ,i'd rather hae toddled about the tree4 ,but as it fell out on last ,hallowe'en1 ,when the ,seely ,court was ridin' by1 ,the ,queen lighted down on a gowan bank1 ,nae far frae the tree where ,i wont to lye4 ,she took me up in her milk-white hand1 ,and she straiked me three times o'er her knee2 ,she changed me again to my ain proper shape1 ,and ,i nae mair maun toddle about the tree4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,wife ,,of ,,usher',s ,,well4 ,there lived a wife at ,usher's ,well1 ,and a wealthy wife was she2 ,she had three stout and stalwart sons1 ,and sent them o'er the sea4 ,they hadna been a week from her1 ,a week but barely ane1 ,when word cam' to the carline wife1 ,that her three sons were gane4 ,they hadna been a week from her1 ,a week but barely three1 ,when word cam' to the carline wife1 ,that her sons she'd never see4 ,i wish the wind may never cease1 ,nor fashes in the flood1 ,till my three sons come hame to me1 ,in earthly flesh and blood6 ,it fell about the ,martinmas1 ,when nights are lang and mirk1 ,the carline wife's three sons cam' hame1 ,and their hats were o' the birk4 ,it neither grew in syke nor ditch1 ,nor yet in ony sheugh2 ,but at the gates o' ,paradise1 ,that birk grew fair eneugh4 ,blow up the fire1 now1 maidens mine1 ,bring water from the well6 ,for a' my house shall feast this night1 ,sin' my three sons are well4 ,and she has made to them a bed1 ,she's made it large and wide2 ,and she's happed her mantle them about1 ,sat down at the bed-side4 ,up then crew the red red cock1 ,and up and crew the gray2 ,the eldest to the youngest said1 ',tis time we were away4 ,the cock doth1 craw1 the day doth daw1 ,the channerin' worm doth chide2 ,gin we be miss'd out o' our place1 ,a sair pain we maun bide4 ,lie still1 lie still a little wee while1 ,lie still but if we may2 ,gin my mother should miss us when she wakes1 ,she'll go mad ere it be day4 ,o it's they've ta'en up their mother's mantle1 ,and they've hangd it on the pin3 ,o lang may ye hing1 my mother's mantle1 ,ere ye hap us again6 ',fare-ye-weel1 my mother dear6 ,fareweel to barn and byre6 ,and fare-ye-weel1 the bonny lass1 ,that kindles my mother's fire4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,lyke-,,wake ,,dirge4 ,this ae nighte1 this ae nighte1 ,everie nighte and alle1 ,fire1 and sleete1 and candle-lighte1 ,and ,christe receive thye saule4 ,when thou from hence away art paste1 ,everie nighte and alle1 ,to ,whinny-muir thou comest at laste1 ,and ,christe receive thye saule4 ,if ever thou gavest hosen and shoon1 ,everie nighte and alle1 ,sit thee down and put them on1 ,and ,christe receive thye saule4 ,if hosen and shoon thou ne'er gav'st nane1 ,everie nighte and alle1 ,the whinnes shall pricke thee to the bare bane1 ,and ,christe receive thye saule4 ,from ,whinny-muir when thou mayst passe1 ,everie nighte and alle1 ,to ,brigg o' ,dread thou comest at last1 ,and ,christe receive thye saule4 ,from ,brigg o' ,dread when thou mayst passe1 ,everie nighte and alle1 ,to ,purgatory ,fire thou comest at last1 ,and ,christe receive thye saule4 ,if ever thou gavest meate or drinke1 ,everie nighte and alle1 ,the fire shall never make thee shrinke1 ,and ,christe receive thye saule4 ,if meate or drinke thou ne'er gav'st nane1 ,everie nighte and alle1 ,the fire will burne thee to the bare bane1 ,and ,christe receive thye saule4 ,this ae nighte1 this ae nighte1 ,everie nighte and alle1 ,fire1 and sleete1 and candle-lighte1 ,and ,christe receive thye saule4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,proud ,,lady ,,margaret4 ',twas on a night1 an evening bright1 ,when the dew began to fa'1 ,lady ,margaret was walkin' up and doun1 ,looking ower the castle wa'4 ,she lookit east1 she lookit west1 ,to see what she could spy1 ,when a gallant knight cam' in her sight1 ,and to the gate drew nigh4 ,god mak' you safe and free1 fair maid1 ,god mak' you safe and free6 ,o sae fa' you1 ye stranger knight1 ,what is your will wi' me8 ,it's ,i am come to this castle1 ,to seek the love o' thee2 ,and if ye grant me not your love ,all for your sake ,i'll die4 ,if ye should die for me1 young man1 ,there's few for ye will maen2 ,for mony a better has died for me1 ,whose graves are growing green4 ,o winna ye pity me1 fair maid1 ,o winna ye pity me8 ,hae pity for a courteous knight1 ,whose love is laid on thee4 ,ye say ye are a courteous knight1 ,but ,i misdoubt ye sair2 ,i think ye're but a miller lad1 ,by the white clothes ye wear4 ,but ye maun read my riddle1 she said1 ,and answer me questions three2 ,and but ye read them richt1 she said1 ,gae stretch ye out and die4 ,what is the fairest flower1 tell me1 ,that grows on muir or dale8 ,and what is the bird1 the bonnie bird1 ,sings next the nightingale8 ,and what is the finest thing1 she says1 ,that king or queen can wale8 ,the primrose is the fairest flower1 ,that springs on muir or dale2 ,the mavis is the sweetest bird ,next to the nightingale2 ,and yellow gowd's the finest thing1 ,that king or queen can wale4 ,but what is the little coin1 she said1 ,wad buy my castle boun'8 ,and what's the little boat1 she said1 ,can sail the warld all roun'8 ,o hey1 how mony small pennies ,mak' thrice three thousand poun'8 ,o hey1 how mony small fishes ,swim a' the saut sea roun'8 ,i think ye are my match1 she said1 ,my match1 an' something mair2 ,ye are the first ere got the grant ,of love frae my father's heir4 ,my father was lord o' nine castles1 ,my mither lady o' three2 ,my father was lord o' nine castles1 ,and there's nane to heir but me1 ,unless it be ,willie1 my ae brither1 ,but he's far ayont the sea4 ,if your father's lord o' nine castles1 ,your mither lady o' three2 ,it's ,i am ,willie1 your ae brither1 ,was far ayont the sea4 ,if ye be my brither ,willie1 she said1 ,as ,i doubt sair ye be1 ,this nicht ,i'll neither eat nor drink1 ,but gae alang wi' thee4 ,ye've owre ill-washen feet1 ,margaret1 ,and owre ill-washen hands1 ,and owre coarse robes on your body1 ,alang wi' me to gang4 ,the worms they are my bedfellows1 ,and the cauld clay my sheet1 ,and the higher that the wind does blaw1 ,the sounder do ,i sleep4 ,my body's buried in ,dunfermline1 ,sae far ayont the sea3 ,but day nor night nae rest can ,i get1 ,a' for the pride of thee4 ,leave aff your pride1 ,margaret1 he says2 ,use it not ony mair1 ,or1 when ye come where ,i hae been1 ,ye will repent it sair4 ,cast aff1 cast aff1 sister1 he says1 ,the gowd band frae your croun2 ,for if ye gang where ,i hae been1 ,ye'll wear it laigher doun4 ,when ye are in the gude kirk set1 ,the gowd pins in your hair1 ,ye tak' mair delight in your feckless dress1 ,than in your mornin' prayer4 ,and when ye walk in the kirkyard1 ,and in your dress are seen1 ,there is nae lady that spies your face1 ,but wishes your grave were green4 ,ye're straight and tall1 handsome withal1 ,but your pride owergangs your wit2 ,if ye do not your ways refrain1 ,in ,pirie's chair ye'll sit4 ,in ,pirie's chair ye'll sit1 ,i say1 ,the lowest seat in hell2 ,if ye do not amend your ways1 ,it's there that ye maun dwell6 ,wi' that he vanished frae her sight1 ,in the twinking of an eye2 ,and naething mair the lady saw ,but the gloomy clouds and sky4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,twa ,,sisters ,o' ,,binnorie4 ,there were twa sisters lived in a bower2 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,the youngest o' them1 ,o she was a flower1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,there cam' a squire frae the west1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,he lo'ed them baith1 but the youngest best1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,he courted the eldest wi' glove and ring1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,but he lo'ed the youngest abune a' thing1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,the eldest she was vexed sair1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,and sore envied her sister fair1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,the eldest said to the youngest ane1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,will ye see our father's ships come in8 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,she's ta'en her by the lily hand2 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,and led her down to the river strand1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,the youngest stood upon a stane2 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,the eldest cam' and pushed her in1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,o sister1 sister1 reach your hand1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,and ye shall be heir of half my land1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,o sister1 ,i'll not reach my hand1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,and ,i'll be the heir of all your land2 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,shame fa' the hand that ,i should take1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,it has twined me and my world's make2 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,o sister1 sister1 reach your glove1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,and sweet ,william shall be your love2 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,sink on1 nor hope for hand or glove1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,and sweet ,william shall be mair my love1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,your cherry cheeks1 and your yellow hair1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,had gar'd me gang maiden ever mair1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,sometimes she sank1 and sometimes she swam1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,until she cam' to the miller's dam2 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,the miller's daughter was baking bread1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,and gaed for water as she had need1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,o father1 father1 draw your dam6 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,for there is a lady or milk-white swan1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,the miller hasted and drew his dam1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,and there he found a drown'd woman1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,ye couldna see her yellow hair1 ,birmorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,for gowd and pearls that were sae rare2 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,ye couldna see her middle sma'1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,her gowden girdle was sae braw1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,ye couldna see her lilie feet1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,her gowden fringes were sae deep1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,sair will they be1 whae'er they be1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,the hearts that live to weep for thee6 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,there cam' a harper passing by1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,the sweet pale face he chanced to spy1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,and when he looked that lady on1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,he sighed and made a heavy moan1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,he has ta'en three locks o' her yellow hair1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,and wi' them strung his harp sae rare1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,he brought the harp to her father's hall2 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,and there was the court assembled all2 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,he set the harp upon a stane1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie2 ,and it began to play alane1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,and sune the harp sang loud and clear1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie6 ,farewell1 my father and mither dear6 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,and neist when the harp began to sing1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie6 ',twas ,farewell1 sweetheart6 said the string1 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 ,and then as plain as plain could be1 ,binnorie1 ,o ,binnorie6 ,there sits my sister wha drowned me6 ,by the bonnie mill-dams o' ,binnorie4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,demon ,,lover4 ,o1 where hae ye been1 my lang-lost love1 ,this lang seven years an' more8 ,o1 ,i'm come to seek my former vows ,ye granted me before4 ,o1 haud your tongue o' your former vows1 ,for they'll breed bitter strife2 ,o1 haud your tongue o' your former vows1 ,for ,i am become a wife4 ,he turned him right an' round about1 ,and the tear blinded his e'e2 ,i wad never hae trodden on ,irish ground ,if it hadna been for thee4 ,i might hae had a king's daughter ,far1 far ayont the sea1 ,i might hae had a king's daughter1 ,had it nae been for love o' thee4 ,if ye might hae had a king's daughter1 ,yoursel' ye hae to blame2 ,ye might hae taken the king's daughter1 ,for ye kenn'd that ,i was nane4 ,o fause be the vows o' womankind1 ,but fair is their fause bodie2 ,i wad never hae trodden on ,irish ground ,had it nae been for love o' thee4 ,if ,i was to leave my husband dear1 ,and my twa babes also1 ,o where is it ye would tak' me to1 ,if ,i with thee should go8 ,i hae seven ships upon the sea1 ,the eighth brouct me to land1 ,wi' four-and-twenty bold mariners1 ,and music of ilka hand4 ,she has taken up her twa little babes1 ,kiss'd them baith cheek and chin2 ,o fare ye weel1 my ain twa babes1 ,for ,i'll never see you again4 ,she set her foot upon the ship1 ,no mariners could she behold2 ,but the sails were o' the taffetie1 ,and the masts o' the beaten gold4 ,o how do you love the ship8 he said1 ,o how do you love the sea8 ,and how do you love the bold mariners ,that wait upon thee and me8 ,o ,i do love the ship1 she said1 ,and ,i do love the sea2 ,but wae to the dim mariners ,that naewhere ,i can see6 ,they hadna sailed a league1 a league1 ,a league but barely three1 ,when dismal grew his countenance1 ,and drumly grew his e'e4 ,the masts that were like the beaten gold1 ,bent not on the heaving seas2 ,the sails that were o' the taffetie ,fill'd not in the east land breeze4 ,they hadna sailed a league1 a league1 ,a league but barely three1 ,until she espied his cloven hoof1 ,and she wept right bitterlie4 ,o haud your tongue o' your weeping1 he says3 ,o' your weeping now let me be2 ,i will show you how the lilies grow ,on the banks of ,italy4 ,o what hills are yon1 yon pleasant hills1 ,that the sun shines sweetly on8 ,o yon are the hills o' heaven1 he said ,where you will never won4 ,o what'n a mountain's yon1 she said1 ,sae dreary wi' frost an' snow8 ,o yon is the mountain o' hell1 he cried1 ,where you and ,i maun go6 ,and aye when she turn'd her round about1 ,aye taller he seemed for to be2 ,until that the tops o' that gallant ship ,nae taller were than he4 ,he strack the tapmast wi' his hand1 ,the foremast wi' his knee2 ,and he brak that gallant ship in twain1 ,and sank her i' the sea4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,riddles ,,wisely ,,expounded4 ,there was a knicht riding frae the east1 ,jennifer gentle an' rosemaree4 ,who had been wooing at monie a place1 ,as the dew flies ower the mulberry tree4 ,he cam' unto a widow's door1 ,and speird whare her three dochters were4 ,the auldest ane's to a washing gane1 ,the second's to a baking gane4 ,the youngest ane's to a wedding gane1 ,and it will be nicht or she be hame4 ,he sat him doun upon a stane1 ,till thir three lasses cam' tripping hame4 ,the auldest ane she let him in1 ,and pin'd the door wi' a siller pin4 ,the second ane she made his bed1 ,and laid saft pillows unto his head4 ,the youngest ane was bauld and bricht1 ,and she tarried for words wi' this unco knicht4 ,gin ye will answer me questions ten1 ,the morn ye sall be made my ain4 ,o what is heigher nor the tree8 ,and what is deeper nor the sea8 ,or what is heavier nor the lead8 ,and what is better nor the breid8 ,o what is whiter nor the milk8 ,or what is safter nor the silk8 ,or what is sharper nor a thorn8 ,or what is louder nor a horn8 ,or what is greener nor the grass8 ,or what is waur nor a woman was8 ,o heaven is higher nor the tree1 ,and hell is deeper nor the sea4 ,o sin is heavier nor the lead1 ,the blessing's better nor the breid4 ,the snaw is whiter nor the milk1 ,and the down is safter nor the silk4 ,hunger is sharper nor a thorn1 ,and shame is louder nor a horn4 ,the pies are greener nor the grass1 ,and ,clootie's waur nor a woman was4 ,as sune as she the fiend did name1 ,jennifer gentle an' rosemaree1 ,he flew awa in a blazing flame1 ,as the dew files ower the mulberry tree4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,ballads ,,of ,,tradition4 ,,sir ,,patrick ,,spens4 ,the ,king sits in ,dunfermline toun1 ,drinking the blude-red wine2 ,o whaur shall ,i get a skeely skipper1 ,to sail this gude ship of mine8 ,then up an' spake an eldern knight1 ,sat at the ,king's right knee2 ,sir ,patrick ,spens is the best sailor ,that ever sailed the sea4 ,the ,king has written a braid letter1 ,and seal'd it wi' his hand1 ,and sent it to ,sir ,patrick ,spens ,was walking on the sand4 ,to ,noroway1 to ,noroway1 ,to ,noroway o'er the faem2 ,the ,king's daughter to ,noroway1 ,it's thou maun tak' her hame4 ,the first line that ,sir ,patrick read1 ,a loud laugh laughed he1 ,the neist line that ,sir ,patrick read1 ,the tear blinded his e'e4 ,o wha is this hae dune this deed1 ,and tauld the ,king o' me1 ,to send us out at this time o' the year ,to sail upon the sea8 ,be it wind or weet1 be it hail or sleet1 ,our ship maun sail the faem1 ,the ,king's daughter to ,noroway1 ',tis we maun tak' her hame4 ,they hoisted their sails on ,monday morn1 ,wi' a' the speed they may2 ,and they hae landed in ,noroway ,upon the ,wodensday4 ,they hadna been a week1 a week1 ,in ,noroway but twae1 ,when that the lords o' ,noroway ,began aloud to say-- ,ye ,scotsmen spend a' our ,king's gowd1 ,and a' our ,queenis fee4 ,ye lie1 ye lie1 ye liars loud1 ,sae loud's ,i hear ye lie6 ,for ,i brouct as mickle white monie1 ,as gane my men and me1 ,and a half-fou o' the gude red gold1 ,out owre the sea wi' me4 ,mak' ready1 mak' ready1 my merry men a'1 ,our gude ship sails the morn4 ,now ever alack1 my master dear1 ,i fear a deadly storm4 ,i saw the new moon late yestreen1 ,wi' the auld moon in her arm2 ,and ,i fear1 ,i fear1 my master dear1 ,that we sall come to harm6 ,they hadna sail'd a league1 a league1 ,a league but barely three1 ,when the lift grew dark1 and the wind blew loud1 ,and gurly grew the sea4 ,the ropes they brak1 and the top-masts lap1 ,it was sic a deadly storm2 ,and the waves cam' o'er the broken ship1 ,till a' her sides were torn4 ,o whaur will ,i get a gude sailor ,will tak' the helm in hand1 ,until ,i win to the tall top-mast1 ,and see if ,i spy the land8 ,it's here am ,i1 a sailor gude1 ,will tak' the helm in hand1 ,till ye win to the tall top-mast1 ,but ,i fear ye'll ne'er spy land4 ,he hadna gane a step1 a step1 ,a step but barely ane1 ,when a bolt flew out of the gude ship's side1 ,and the saut sea it cam' in4 ,gae1 fetch a web of the silken claith1 ,anither o' the twine1 ,and wap them into the gude ship's side1 ,and let na the sea come in4 ,they fetched a web o' the silken claith1 ,anither o' the twine1 ,and they wapp'd them into that gude ship's side1 ,but aye the sea cam' in4 ,o laith1 laith1 were our gude ,scots lords ,to weet their cock-heeled shoon1 ,but lang ere a' the play was o'er ,they wat their hats abune4 ,o laith1 laith were our gude ,scots lords ,to weet their milk-white hands1 ,but lang ere a' the play was played ,they wat their gouden bands4 ,o lang1 lang may the ladies sit1 ,wi' their fans into their hand1 ,or ever they see ,sir ,patrick ,spens ,come sailing to the land4 ,o lang1 lang may the maidens sit1 ,wi' their gowd kaims in their hair1 ,a' waiting for their ain dear loves1 ,for them they'll see nae mair4 ,half owre1 half owre to ,aberdour1 ,it's fifty fathom deep1 ,and there lies gude ,sir ,patrick ,spens1 ,wi' the ,scots lords at his feet4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,battle ,,of ,,otterburne4 ,it fell about the ,lammas tide1 ,when muirmen win their hay1 ,that the doughty ,earl of ,douglas rade ,into ,england to fetch a prey4 ,and he has ta'en the ,lindsays light1 ,with them the ,gordons gay2 ,but the ,jardines wad not with him ride1 ,and they rue it to this day4 ,then they hae harried the dales o' ,tyne1 ,and half o' ,bambrough-shire1 ,and the ,otter-dale they burned it haill1 ,and set it a' on fire4 ,then he cam' up to ,new ,castel1 ,and rade it round about3 ,o who is the lord of this castel1 ,or who is the lady o't8 ,but up and spake ,lord ,percy then1 ,and ,o but he spake hie3 ,it's ,i am the lord of this castel1 ,my wife is the lady gay4 ,if thou'rt the lord of this castel1 ,sae weel it pleases me6 ,for ere ,i cross the ,border fell1 ,the tane of us shall dee4-- ,he took a lang spear in his hand1 ,shod with the metal free2 ,and forth to meet the ,douglas then1 ,he rade richt furiouslie4 ,but ,o how pale his lady looked ,frae aff the castle wa'1 ,as doun before the ,scottish spear ,she saw proud ,percy fa'6 ,had we twa been upon the green1 ,and never an eye to see1 ,i wad hae had you1 flesh and fell1 ,but your sword shall gae wi' me4 ,now gae up to the ,otterburne1 ,and bide there dayis three1 ,and gin ,i come not ere they end1 ,a fause knight ca' ye me6 ,the ,otterburne is a bonnie burn1 ',tis pleasant there to be2 ,but there is nought at ,otterburne ,to feed my men and me4 ,the deer rins wild on hill and dale1 ,the birds fly wild frae tree to tree2 ,but there is neither bread nor kale1 ,to fend my men and me4 ,yet ,i will stay at the ,otterburne1 ,where you shall welcome be2 ,and1 if ye come not at three dayis end1 ,a fause lord ,i'll ca' thee4 ,thither will ,i come1 ,earl ,percy said1 ,by the might of our ,ladye6 ,there will ,i bide thee1 said the ,douglas1 ,my troth ,i plight to thee6 ,they lichted high on ,otterburne1 ,upon the bent sae broun2 ,they lichted high on ,otterburne1 ,and pitched their pallions doun4 ,and he that had a bonnie boy1 ,he sent his horse to grass2 ,and he that had not a bonnie boy1 ,his ain servant he was4 ,then up and spake a little boy1 ,was near of ,douglas' kin-- ,methinks ,i see an ,english host ,come branking us upon6 ,nine wargangs beiring braid and wide1 ,seven banners beiring high2 ,it wad do any living gude1 ,to see their colours fly6 ,if this be true1 my little boy1 ,that thou tells unto me1 ,the brawest bower o' the ,otterburne ,sall be thy morning fee4 ,but ,i hae dreamed a dreary dream1 ,ayont the ,isle o' ,skye1-- ,i saw a deid man win a fight1 ,and ,i think that man was ,i4 ,he belted on his gude braid-sword1 ,and to the field he ran2 ,but he forgot the hewmont strong1 ,that should have kept his brain4 ,when ,percy wi' the ,douglas met1 ,i wot he was fu' fain3 ,they swakkit swords1 and they twa swat1 ,till the blude ran down like rain4 ,but ,percy wi' his gude braid-sword1 ,that could sae sharply wound1 ,has wounded ,douglas on the brow1 ,that he fell to the ground4 ,and then he called his little foot-page1 ,and said--,run speedilie1 ,and fetch my ae dear sister's son1 ,sir ,hugh ,montgomerie4 ,my nephew gude6 the ,douglas said1 ,what recks the death of ane8 ,last night ,i dreamed a dreary dream1 ,and ken the day's thy ain6 ,my wound is deep2 ,i fain wad sleep6 ,tak' thou the vanguard o' the three1 ,and bury me by the bracken bush1 ,that grows on yonder lily lea4 ,o bury me by the bracken bush1 ,beneath the blumin' brier2 ,let never living mortal ken ,that a kindly ,scot lies here6 ,he lifted up that noble lord1 ,wi' the saut tear in his e'e2 ,and he hid him by the bracken bush1 ,that his merry men might not see4 ,the moon was clear1 the day drew near1 ,the spears in flinders flew2 ,and many a gallant ,englishman ,ere day the ,scotsmen slew4 ,the ,gordons gay1 in ,english blude ,they wat their hose and shoon2 ,the ,lindsays flew like fire about1 ,till a' the fray was dune4 ,the ,percy and ,montgomery met1 ,that either of other was fain2 ,they swakkit swords1 and sair they swat1 ,and the blude ran down between4 ,now yield thee1 yield thee1 ,percy6 he said1 ,or else ,i will lay thee low6 ,to whom maun ,i yield1 ,earl ,percy said1 ,since ,i see that it maun be so8 ,thou shalt not yield to lord or loun1 ,nor yet shalt thou yield to me2 ,but yield thee to the bracken-bush ,that grows on yonder lily lea6 ,this deed was done at the ,otterburne ,about the breaking o' the day2 ,earl ,douglas was buried at the bracken bush1 ,and the ,percy led captive away4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,hunting ,,of ,,the ,,cheviot4 ,,the ,,first ,,fit4 ,the ,pers owt off ,northombarlande1 ,and a vowe to ,god mayd he1 ,that he wold hunte in the mountayns ,off ,chyviat within days thre1 ,in the mauger of dought ,dogles1 ,and all that ever with him be4 ,the fattiste hartes in all ,cheviat ,he sayd he wold kill1 and cary them away3 ,be my feth1 sayd the dougheti ,doglas agayn1 ,i wyll let that hontyng1 yf that ,i may4 ,then the ,pers owt of ,banborowe cam1 ,with him a myghtye meany2 ,with fifteen hondrith archares bold2 ,the wear chosen owt of shyars thre4 ,this begane on a monday at morn1 ,in ,cheviat the hillys so he2 ,the chyld may rue that ys un-born1 ,it was the mor pitt4 ,the dryvars thorowe the woods went1 ,for to reas the dear2 ,bomen byckarte uppone the bent ,with ther browd aras cleare4 ,then the wyld thorowe the woods went1 ,on every syd shear2 ,grea-hondes thorowe the grevis glent1 ,for to kyll thear dear4 ,the begane in ,chyviat the hyls above1 ,yerly on a monnynday2 ,be that it drewe to the oware off none1 ,a hondrith fat hartes ded ther lay4 ,the blewe a mort uppone the bent1 ,the semblyd on sydis shear2 ,to the quyrry then the ,pers went ,to se the bryttlynge off the deare4 ,he sayd1 ,it was the ,duglas promys ,this day to meet me hear2 ,but ,i wyste he wold faylle1 verament3 ,a gret oth the ,pers swear4 ,at the laste a squyar of ,northombelonde ,lokyde at his hand full ny2 ,he was war ath the doughetie ,doglas comynge1 ,with him a myght meany2 ,both with spear1 byll1 and brande2 ,yt was a myghti sight to se2 ,hardyar men both off hart nar hande ,wear not in ,christiant4 ,the wear twenty hondrith spear-men good1 ,withowt any fayle2 ,the wear borne along be the watter a ,twyde1 ,yth bowndes of ,tividale4 ,leave off the brytlyng of the dear1 he sayde1 ,and to your bowys lock ye tayk good heed2 ,for never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne ,had ye never so mickle need4 ,the dougheti ,dogglas on a stede ,he rode aft his men beforne2 ,his armor glytteryde as dyd a glede2 ,a bolder barne was never born4 ,tell me what men ye ar1 he says1 ,or whos men that ye be3 ,who gave youe leave to hunte in this ,chyviat chays1 ,in the spyt of me8 ,the first mane that ever him an answear mayd1 ,yt was the good lord ,pers3 ,we wyll not tell the what men we ar1 he says1 ,nor whos men that we be2 ,but we wyll hount hear in this chays1 ,in the spyt of thyne and of the4 ,the fattiste hartes in all ,chyviat ,we have kyld1 and cast to carry them a-way3 ,be my troth1 sayd the dought ,dogglas agayn1 ,ther-for the ton of us shall de this day4 ,then sayd the dought ,doglas ,unto the lord ,pers3 ,to kyll all thes giltles men1 ,alas1 it were great pitte6 ,but1 ,pers1 thowe art a lord of lande1 ,i am a yerle callyd within my contr2 ,let all our men uppone a parti stande1 ,and do the battell off the and of me4 ,nowe ,cristes cors on his crowne1 sayd the lord ,pers1 ,whosoever ther-to says nay2 ,be my troth1 dought ,doglas1 he says1 ,thow shalt never se that day4 ,nethar in ,ynglonde1 ,skottlonde1 nar ,france1 ,nor for no man of a woman born1 ,but1 and fortune be my chance1 ,i dar met him1 on man for on4 ,then bespayke a squyar off ,northombarlonde1 ,richard ,wytharynton was him nam2 ,it shall never be told in ,sothe-,ynglonde1 he says1 ,to kyng ,herry the fourth for sham4 ,i wat youe byn great lordes twaw1 ,i am a poor squyar of lande2 ,i wyll never se my captayne fyght on a fylde1 ,and stande myselffe1 and looke on1 ,but whyll ,i may my weppone welde1 ,i wyll not ffayll both hart and hande4 ,that day1 that day1 that dredfull day6 ,the first fit here ,i fynde2 ,and youe wyll here any mor a' the hountyng a' the ,chyviat1 ,yet ys ther mor behynd4 ,,the ,,second ,,fit4 ,the ,yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent1 ,ther hartes were good yenoughe2 ,the first off arros that the shote off1 ,seven skore spear-men the sloughe4 ,yet byddys the yerle ,doglas uppon the bent1 ,a captayne good yenoughe1 ,and that was sene verament1 ,for he wrought hom both woo and wouche4 ,the ,dogglas pertyd his ost in thre1 ,lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde1 ,with suar speares off myghtt tre1 ,the cum in on every syde3 ,thrughe our ,yngglishe archery ,gave many a wounde full wyde2 ,many a doughete the garde to dy1 ,which ganyde them no pryde4 ,the ,yngglyshe men let thear bowys be1 ,and pulde owt brandes that wer bright2 ,it was a hevy syght to se ,bryght swordes on basnites lyght4 ,throrowe ryche male and myneyeple1 ,many sterne the stroke downe streght2 ,many a freyke1 that was full fre1 ,ther undar foot dyd lyght4 ,at last the ,duglas and the ,pers met1 ,lyk to captayns of myght and of mayne2 ,the swapte togethar tyll the both swat1 ,with swordes that wear of fyn mylln1 ,thes worth freckys for to fyght1 ,ther-to the wear full fayne1 ,tyll the bloode owte off thear basnetes sprente1 ,as ever dyd heal or rayne4 ,holde the1 ,pers1 sayd the ,doglas1 ,and i' feth ,i shall the brynge ,wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis ,of ,jamy our ,scottish kynge4 ,thoue shalte have thy ranson fre1 ,i hight the hear this thinge1 ,for the manfullyste man yet art thowe1 ,that ever ,i conqueryd in filde fightyng4 ,nay1 sayd the lord ,pers1 ,i tolde it the beforne1 ,that ,i wolde never yeldyde be ,to no man of woman born4 ,with that ther cam an arrowe hastely ,forthe off a myghtte wane2 ,hit hathe strekene the yerle ,duglas ,in at the brest bane4 ,thoroue lyvar and longs bathe ,the sharp arrowe ys gane1 ,that never after in all his lyffe-days1 ,he spayke mo wordes but ane3 ,that was1 ,fyghte ye1 my merry men1 whyllys ye may1 ,for my lyff-days ben gan4 ,the ,pers leanyde on his brande1 ,and sawe the ,duglas de2 ,he tooke the dede man be the hande1 ,and sayd1 ,wo ys me for the6 ,to have savyde thy lyffe ,i wolde have pertyde with ,my landes for years thre1 ,for a better man1 of hart nare of hande1 ,was not in all the north contr4 ,off all that se a ,skottishe knyght1 ,was callyd ,sir ,hewe the ,mongonbyrry2 ,he sawe the ,duglas to the deth was dyght1 ,he spendyd a spear1 a trust6 tre3-- ,he rod uppon a corsiare ,throughe a hondrith archery3 ,he never styntyde1 nar never blane1 ,tyll he cam to the good lord ,pers4 ,he set uppone the lord ,pers ,a dynte that was full soare2 ,with a suar spear of a myghtt tre ,clean thorow the body he the ,pers bore1 ,a' the tother syde that a man myght se ,a large cloth yard and mare3 ,towe bettar captayns wear nat in ,christiant1 ,then that day slain wear ther4 ,an archar off ,northomberlonde ,say slean was the lord ,pers2 ,he bar a bende-bowe in his hande1 ,was made off trusti tre4 ,an arow1 that a cloth yarde was lang1 ,to th' hard stele halyde he2 ,a dynt that was both sad and soar1 ,he sat on ,sir ,hewe the ,mongonbyrry4 ,the dynt yt was both sad and sar1 ,that he on ,mongonberry sete2 ,the swane-fethars1 that his arrowe bar1 ,with his hart-blood the wear wete4 ,ther was never a freake wone foot wolde fle1 ,but still in stour dyd stand1 ,heawyng on yche othar1 whyll the myght dre1 ,with many a balful brande4 ,this battell begane in ,chyviat ,an owar befor the none1 ,and when even-song bell was rang1 ,the battell was nat half done4 ,the tooke on ethar hand ,be the lyght off the mone2 ,many hade no strenght for to stande1 ,in ,chyviat the hillys aboun4 ,of fifteen hondrith archars of ,yonglonde ,went away but fifti and thre2 ,of twenty hondrith spear-men of ,skotlonde1 ,but even five and fifti3 ,but all wear slayne ,cheviat within2 ,the hade no strengthe to stand on hie2 ,the chylde may rue that ys unborne1 ,it was the mor pitt4 ,thear was slayne with the lord ,pers ,sir ,john of ,agerstone1 ,sir ,rogar the hinde ,hartly1 ,sir ,wyllyam the bolde ,hearone4 ,sir ,jorg the worth ,lovele1 ,a knyght of great renowen1 ,sir ,raff the ryche ,rugb1 ,with dyntes wear beaten dowene4 ,for ,wetharryngton my harte was wo1 ,that ever he slayne shulde be2 ,for when both his leggis wear hewyne in to1 ,yet he knyled and fought on hys kne4 ,ther was slayne with the dougheti ,douglas1 ,sir ,hewe the ,mongonbyrry1 ,sir ,davye ,lwdale1 that worth was1 ,his sistars son was he3 ,his ,charls a ,murr in that place1 ,that never a foot wolde fle2 ,sir ,hewe ,maxwell1 a lorde he was1 ,with the ,duglas dyd he dey4 ,so on the morrowe the mayde them byears ,off birch and hasell so gray2 ,many wedous with wepyng tears ,cam to fach ther makys away4 ,tivydale may carpe off care1 ,northombarlond may mayk grat mon1 ,for towe such captayns as slayne wear thear1 ,on the march perti shall never be non4 ,word ys commen to ,eddenburrowe1 ,to ,jamy the ,skottishe kyng1 ,that dougheti ,duglas1 lyff-tenant of the ,merches1 ,he lay slean ,chyviot with-in4 ,his handdes dyd he weal and wryng1 ,he sayd1 ,alas1 and woe ys me6 ,such an othar captayn ,skotland within1 ,he sayd1 y-feth shall never be4 ,worde ys commyn to lovly ,londone1 ,till the fourth ,harry our kyng1 ,that lord ,pers1 lyffe-tennante of the ,merchis1 ,he lay slayne ,chyviat within4 ,god have merci on his soil1 sayd kyng ,harry1 ,good lord1 yf thy will it be6 ,i have a hondrith captayns in ,ynglonde1 he sayd1 ,as good as ever was hee3 ,but ,pers1 and ,i brook my lyffe1 ,thy deth well quyte shall be4 ,as our noble kyng mayd his a-vowe1 ,lyke a noble prince of renowen1 ,for the deth of the lord ,pers ,he dyde the battell of ,hombyll-down3 ,wher syx and thritt ,skottishe knyghtes ,on a day wear beaten down2 ,glendale glytteryde on ther armor bryght1 ,over castill1 towar1 and town4 ,this was the ,hontynge off the ,cheviat2 ,that tear begane this spurn3 ,old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe1 ,call it the ,battell of ,otterburn4 ,at ,otterburn began this spurne ,uppon a monnynday3 ,ther was the dougght ,doglas slean1 ,the ,pers never went away4 ,ther was never a tym on the ,march partes ,sen the ,doglas and the ,pers met1 ,but yt was marvele1 and the redde blude ronne not1 ,as the reane doys in the stret4 ,jhesue ,christ our balys bete1 ,and to the blys us brynge6 ,thus was the ,hountynge of the ,chevyat3 ,god send us all good endyng4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,edom ,o' ,,gordon4 ,it fell about the ,martinmas1 ,when the wind blew shrill and cauld1 ,said ,edom o' ,gordon to his men1 ,we maun draw to a hauld4 ,and whatna hauld sall we draw to1 ,my merry men and me8 ,we will gae to the house o' the ,rodes1 ,to see that fair ladie4 ,the ladie stude on her castle wa'1 ,beheld baith dale and down1 ,there she was ware of a host of men ,were riding towards the town4 ,o see ye not1 my merry men a'1 ,o see ye not what ,i see8 ,methinks ,i see a host of men-- ,i marvel what they be4 ,she ween'd it had been ner ain dear lord ,as he cam' riding hame2 ,it was the traitor1 ,edom o' ,gordon1 ,wha recked nor sin nor shame4 ,she had nae suner buskit hersell1 ,nor putten on her goun1 ,till ,edom o' ,gordon and his men ,were round about the toun4 ,they had nae suner supper set1 ,nor suner said the grace1 ,till ,edom o' ,gordon and his men ,were light about the place4 ,the ladie ran to her tower head1 ,as fast as she could hie1 ,to see if1 by her fair speeches1 ,she could with him agree4 ,come doun to me1 ye ladye gay1 ,come doun1 come doun to me2 ,this nicht sall ye lie within my arms1 ,the morn my bride sall be4 ,i winna come doun1 ye fause ,gordon1 ,i winna come doun to thee2 ,i winna forsake my ain dear lord1 ,that is sae far frae me4 ,gie owre your house1 ye ladie fair1 ,gie owre your house to me2 ,or ,i sail burn yoursell therein1 ,but and your babies three4 ,i winna gie owre1 ye false ,gordon1 ,to nae sic traitor as thee2 ,and if ye burn my ain dear babes1 ,my lord sall mak' ye dree6 ,but reach my pistol1 ,glaud1 my man1 ,and charge ye weel my gun2 ,for1 but an ,i pierce that bludy butcher1 ,we a' sall be undone4 ,she stude upon the castle wa'1 ,and let twa bullets flee2 ,she miss'd that bludy butcher's heart1 ,and only razed his knee4 ,set fire to the house6 quo' the false ,gordon1 ,all wude wi' dule and ire2 ,false ladie6 ye sail rue that shot1 ,as ye burn in the fire4 ,wae worth1 wae worth ye1 ,jock1 my man6 ,i paid ye weel your fee2 ,why pu' ye out the grund-wa-stane1 ,lets in the reek to me8 ,and e'en wae worth ye1 ,jock1 my man6 ,i paid ye weel your hire2 ,why pu' ye out my grund-wa-stane1 ,to me lets in the fire8 ,ye paid me weel my hire1 lady1 ,ye paid me weel my fee2 ,but now ,i'm ,edom o' ,gordon's man1 ,maun either do or die4 ,o then bespake her youngest son1 ,sat on the nourice' knee2 ,says1 ,mither dear1 gie owre this house1 ,for the reek it smothers me4 ,i wad gie a' my gowd1 my bairn1 ,sae wad ,i a' my fee1 ,for ae blast o' the westlin' wind1 ,to blaw the reek frae thee6 ,o then bespake her daughter dear-- ,she was baith jimp and sma'-- ,o row me in a pair o' sheets1 ,and tow me owre the wa'4 ,they rowed her in a pair o' sheets1 ,and towed her owre the wa'2 ,but on the point o' ,gordon's spear ,she gat a deadly fa'4 ,o bonnie1 bonnie was her mouth1 ,and cherry were her cheeks2 ,and clear1 clear was her yellow hair1 ,whereon the red blude dreeps4 ,then wi' his spear he turned her owre1 ,o gin her face was wan6 ,he said1 ,you are the first that e'er ,i wish'd alive again4 ,he turned her owre and owre again1 ,o gin her skin was white6 ,i might hae spared that bonnie face1 ,to hae been some man's delight4 ,busk and boun1 my merry men a'1 ,for ill dooms ,i do guess2 ,i canna look on that bonnie face1 ,as it lies on the grass6 ,wha looks to freits1 my master deir1 ,it's freits will follow them2 ,let it ne'er be said that ,edom o' ,gordon ,was dauntit by a dame4 ,but when the lady saw the fire ,come flaming owre her head1 ,she wept1 and kiss'd her children twain1 ,says1 ,bairns1 we been but dead4 ,the ,gordon then his bugle blew1 ,and said1 ,awa'1 awa'2 ,the house o' the ,rodes is a' in a flame1 ,i hold it time to ga'4 ,o then bespied her ain dear lord1 ,as he came owre the lee2 ,he saw his castle all in a lowe1 ,sae far as he could see4 ,put on1 put on1 my wichty men1 ,as fast as ye can dri'e2 ,for he that is hindmost of the thrang1 ,shall ne'er get gude o' me6 ,then some they rade1 and some they ran1 ,fu' fast out-owre the bent2 ,but ere the foremost could win up1 ,baith lady and babes were brent4 ,he wrang his hands1 he rent his hair1 ,and wept in teenfu' mood2 ,ah1 traitors6 for this cruel deed1 ,ye shall weep tears of blude4 ,and after the ,gordon he has gane1 ,sae fast as he might dri'e1 ,and soon i' the ,gordon's foul heart's blude1 ,he's wroken his fair ladie4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,kinmont ,,willie4 ,o have ye na heard o' the fause ,sakelde8 ,o have ye na heard o' the keen ,lord ,scroope8 ,how they hae ta'en bauld ,kinmont ,willie1 ,on ,haribee to hang him up8 ,had ,willie had but twenty men1 ,but twenty men as stout as he1 ,fause ,sakelde had never the ,kinmont ta'en1 ,wi' eight score in his companie4 ,they band his legs beneath the steed1 ,they tied his hands behind his back2 ,they guarded him1 fivesome on each side1 ,and they brought him ower the ,liddel-rack4 ,they led him thro' the ,liddel-rack1 ,and also thro' the ,carlisle sands2 ,they brought him on to ,carlisle castle1 ,to be at my ,lord ,scroope's commands4 ,my hands are tied1 but my tongue is free1 ,and wha will dare this deed avow8 ,or answer by the ,border law8 ,or answer to the bauld ,buccleuch8 ,now haud thy tongue1 thou rank reiver6 ,there's never a ,scot shall set thee free3 ,before ye cross my castle yate ,i trow ye shall take farewell o' me4 ,fear ye na that1 my lord1 quo' ,willie3 ,by the faith o' my body1 ,lord ,scroope1 he said1 ,i never yet lodged in a hostelrie1 ,but ,i paid my lawing before ,i gaed4 ,now word is gane to the bauld keeper1 ,in ,branksome ,ha'1 where that he lay1 ,that ,lord ,scroope has ta'en the ,kinmont ,willie1 ,between the hours of night and day4 ,he has ta'en the table wi' his hand1 ,he garr'd the red wine spring on hie1 ,now a curse upon my head1 he said1 ,but avengd of ,lord ,scroope ,i'll be6 ,o is my basnet a widow's curch8 ,or my lance a wand of the willow-tree8 ,or my arm a lady's lily hand1 ,that an ,english lord should lightly me8 ,and have they ta'en him1 ,kinmont ,willie1 ,against the truce of ,border tide1 ,and forgotten that the bauld ,buccleuch ,is ,keeper here on the ,scottish side8 ,and have they e'en ta'en him1 ,kinmont ,willie1 ,withouten either dread or fear1 ,and forgotten that the bauld ,buccleuch ,can back a steed1 or shake a spear8 ,o were there war between the lands1 ,as well ,i wot that there is nane1 ,i would slight ,carlisle castle high1 ,though it were builded of marble stane4 ,i would set that castle in a low1 ,and sloken it with ,english blood6 ,there's never a man in ,cumberland ,should ken where ,carlisle castle stood4 ,but since nae war's between the lands1 ,and there is peace1 and peace should be1 ,i'll neither harm ,english lad or lass1 ,and yet the ,kinmont freed shall be6 ,he has called him forty ,marchmen bauld1 ,i trow they were of his ain name1 ,except ,sir ,gilbert ,elliot1 called ,the ,laird of ,stobs1 ,i mean the same4 ,he has called him forty ,marchmen bauld1 ,were kinsmen to the bauld ,buccleuch2 ,with spur on heel1 and splent on spauld1 ,and gluves of green1 and feathers blue4 ,there were five and five before them a'1 ,wi' hunting horns and bugles bright3 ,and five and five cam' wi' ,buccleuch1 ,like warden's men1 arrayed for fight4 ,and five and five1 like masons gang1 ,that carried the ladders lang and hie2 ,and five and five like broken men2 ,and so they reached the ,woodhouselee4 ,and as we crossed the ',bateable ,land1 ,when to the ,english side we held1 ,the first o' men that we met wi'1 ,wha sould it be but fause ,sakelde8 ,where be ye gaun1 ye hunters keen8 ,quo' fause ,sakelde2 come tell to me6 ,we go to hunt an ,english stag1 ,has trespassed on the ,scots countrie4 ,where be ye gaun1 ye marshal men8 ,quo' fause ,sakelde2 come tell me true6 ,we go to catch a rank reiver1 ,has broken faith wi' the bauld ,buccleuch4 ,where are ye gaun1 ye mason lads1 ,wi' a' your ladders lang and hie8 ,we gang to herry a corbie's nest1 ,that wons not far frae ,woodhouselee4 ,where be ye gaun1 ye broken men8 ,quo' fause ,sakelde2 come tell to me6 ,now ,dickie of ,dryhope led that band1 ,and the nevir a word of lear had he4 ,why trespass ye on the ,english side8 ,row-footed outlaws1 stand6 quo' he2 ,the nevir a word had ,dickie to say1 ,sae he thrust the lance through his fause bodie4 ,then on we held for ,carlisle toun1 ,and at ,staneshaw-bank the ,eden we crossed1 ,the water was great and meikle of spait1 ,but the never a horse nor man we lost4 ,and when we reached the ,staneshaw-bank1 ,the wind was rising loud and hie2 ,and there the ,laird garr'd leave our steeds1 ,for fear that they should stamp and neigh4 ,and when we left the ,staneshaw-bank1 ,the wind began full loud to blaw2 ,but 'twas wind and weet1 and fire and sleet1 ,when we cam' beneath the castle wa'4 ,we crept on knees1 and held our breath1 ,till we placed the ladders agin the wa'2 ,and sae ready was ,buccleuch himsell ,to mount the first before us a'4 ,he has ta'en the watchman by the throat1 ,he flung him down upon the lead3 ,had there not been peace between our lands1 ,upon the other side thou hadst gaed6 ,now sound out1 trumpets6 quo' ,buccleuch2 ,let's waken ,lord ,scroope right merrilie6 ,then loud the warden's trumpet blew-- ,o wha1 dare meddle wi' me8 ,then speedilie to wark we gaed1 ,and raised the slogan ane and a'1 ,and cut a hole through a sheet of lead1 ,and so we wan to the castle ha'4 ,they thought ,king ,james and a' his men ,had won the house wi' bow and spear2 ,it was but twenty ,scots and ten1 ,that put a thousand in sic a stear6 ,wi' coulters1 and wi' forehammers1 ,we garr'd the bars bang merrilie1 ,until we cam' to the inner prison1 ,where ,willie o' ,kinmont he did lie4 ,and when we cam' to the lower prison1 ,where ,willie o' ,kinmont he did lie1-- ,o sleep ye1 wake ye1 ,kinmont ,willie1 ,upon the morn that thou's to die8 ,o ,i sleep saft1 and ,i wake aft2 ,it's lang since sleeping was fley'd frae me2 ,gie my service back to my wife and bairns1 ,and a' gude fellows that spier for me4 ,then ,red ,rowan has hente him up1 ,the starkest man in ,teviotdale1-- ,abide1 abide now1 ,red ,rowan1 ,till of my ,lord ,scroope ,i tak' farewell4 ,farewell1 farewell1 my gude ,lord ,scroope6 ,my gude ,lord ,scroope1 farewell6 he cried3 ,i'll pay you for my lodging maill1 ,when first we meet on the ,border side4 ,then shoulder high1 with shout and cry1 ,we bore him doun the ladder lang2 ,at every stride ,red ,rowan made1 ,i wot the ,kinmont's aims played clang ,o mony a time1 quo' ,kinmont ,willie1 ,i have ridden horse baith wild and wood2 ,but a rougher beast than ,red ,rowan ,i ween my legs have ne'er bestrode4 ,and mony a time1 quo' ,kinmont ,willie1 ,i've pricked a horse out oure the furs2 ,but since the day ,i backed a steed1 ,i never wore sic cumbrous spurs4 ,we scarce had won the ,staneshaw-bank1 ,when a' the ,carlisle bells were rung1 ,and a thousand men on horse and foot ,cam' wi' the keen ,lord ,scroope along4 ,buccleuch has turned to ,eden ,water1 ,even where it flowed frae bank to brim1 ,and he has plunged in wi' a' his band1 ,and safely swam them through the stream4 ,he turned him on the other side1 ,and at ,lord ,scroope his glove flung he3 ,if ye like na my visit in merry ,england1 ,in fair ,scotland come visit me6 ,all sore astonished stood ,lord ,scroope1 ,he stood as still as rock of stane2 ,he scarcely dared to trew his eyes1 ,when through the water they had gane4 ,he is either himsell a devil frae hell1 ,or else his mither a witch maun be2 ,i wadna hae ridden that wan water ,for a' the gowd in ,christentie4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,king ,,john ,,and ,,the ,,abbot ,,of ,,cantebbury4 ,an ancient story ,ile tell you anon ,of a notable prince1 that was called ,king ,john2 ,he ruled over ,england with maine and with might1 ,for he did great wrong1 and mainteined little right4 ,and ,ile tell you a story1 a story so merrye1 ,concerning the ,abbot of ,canterburye2 ,how for his housekeeping and high renowne1 ,they rode poste for him to fair ,london towne4 ,a hundred men1 for the king did hear say1 ,the abbot kept in his house every day2 ,and fifty golde chaynes1 without any doubt1 ,in velvet coates waited the abbot about4 ,how now1 father abbot8 ,i heare it of thee1 ,thou keepest a farre better house than mee2 ,and for thy housekeeping and high renowne1 ,i feare thou work'st treason against my crown4 ,my liege1 quo' the abbot1 ,i would it were knowne1 ,i never spend nothing but what is my owne2 ,and ,i trust your grace will doe me no deere1 ,for spending of my owne true-gotten geere4 ,yes1 yes1 father abbot1 thy faulte it is highe1 ,and now for the same thou needest must dye2 ,and except thou canst answer me questions three1 ,thy head shall be smitten from thy bodie4 ,and first1 quo' the king1 when ,i'm in this stead1 ,with my crown of golde so faire on my head1 ,among all my liegemen so noble of birthe1 ,thou must tell to one penny what ,i am worthe4 ,secondlye1 tell me1 without any doubt1 ,how soon ,i may ride the whole world about2 ,and at the third question thou must not shrink1 ,but tell me here truly1 what ,i do think8 ,o1 these are deep questions for my shallow witt1 ,nor ,i cannot answer your grace as yet3 ,but if you will give me but three weekes space1 ,i'll do my endeavor to answer your grace4 ,now three weekes space to thee will ,i give1 ,and that is the longest thou hast to live2 ,for unless thou answer my questions three1 ,thy life and thy lands are forfeit to mee4 ,away rode the abbot all sad at this word2 ,and he rode to ,cambridge and ,oxenford2 ,but never a doctor there was so wise1 ,that could with his learning an answer devise4 ,then home rode the ,abbot of comfort so cold1 ,and he mett his shepheard a going to fold3 ,how now1 my lord abbot1 you are welcome home2 ,what newes do you bring us from good king ,john8 ,sad newes1 sad newes1 shepheard1 ,i must give2 ,that ,i have but three days more to live2 ,for if ,i do not answer him questions three1 ,my head will be smitten from my bodie4 ,the first is to tell him1 there in that stead1 ,with his crowne of golde so fair on his head1 ,among all his liege men so noble of birth1 ,to within one penny of what he is worth4 ,the seconde1 to tell him1 without any doubt1 ,how soone he may ride this whole world about2 ,and at the third question ,i must not shrinke1 ,but tell him there trulye what he does thinke4 ,now cheare up1 sire abbot1 did you never hear yet1 ,that a fool he may learne a wise man witt8 ,lend me horse1 and serving men1 and your apparel1 ,and ,ile ride to ,london to answers your quarrel4 ,nay frowne not1 if it hath bin told unto mee1 ,i am like your lordship1 as ever may bee2 ,and if you will but lend me your gowne1 ,there is none shall knowe us at fair ,london towne4 ,now horses and serving men thou shalt have1 ,with sumptuous array most gallant and brave2 ,with crosier1 and miter1 and rochet1 and cope1 ,fit to appear 'fore our fader the pope4 ,now welcome1 sire abbot1 the king he did say1 ',tis well thou'rt come back to keepe thy day2 ,for and if thou canst answer my questions three1 ,thy life and thy living both saved shall bee4 ,and first1 when thou seest me here in this stead1 ,with my crown of golde so faire on my head1 ,among all my liege men so noble of birthe1 ,tell me to one penny what ,i am worth4 ,for thirty pence our ,savior was sold ,amonge the false ,jewes1 as ,i have bin told2 ,and twenty-nine is the worth of thee1 ,for ,i thinke1 thou art one penny worser than hee4 ,the king he laughed1 and swore by ,st4 ,bittel1 ,i did not think ,i had been worth so littel6 --,now secondly tell me1 without any doubt1 ,how soone ,i may ride this whole world about4 ,you must rise with the sun1 and ride with the same1 ,until the next morning he riseth againe2 ,and then your grace need not make any doubt1 ,but in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about4 ,the king lie laughed1 and swore by ,st4 ,jone1 ,i did not think it could be gone so soone6 --,now from the third question thou must not shrinke1 ,but tell me here truly what ,i do thinke4 ,yea1 that shall ,i do1 and make your grace merry3 ,you thinke ,i'm the abbot of ,canterbury2 ,but ,i'm his poor shepheard1 as plain you may see1 ,that am come to beg pardon for him and for mee4 ,the king he laughed1 and swore by the masse1 ,ile make thee lord abbot this day in his place6 ,now naye1 my liege1 be not in such speede2 ,for alacke ,i can neither write ne reade4 ,four nobles a week1 then1 ,i will give thee1 ,for this merry jest thou hast shown unto mee2 ,and tell the old abbot1 when thou comest home1 ,thou hast brought him a pardon from good king ,john4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,robin ,,hood ,,rescuing ,,the ,,widow',s ,,three ,,sons4 ,there are twelve months in all the year1 ,as ,i hear many say1 ,but the merriest month in all the year ,is the merry month of ,may4 ,now ,robin ,hood is to ,nottingham gone1 ,with a link a down and a day1 ,and there he met a silly old woman1 ,was weeping on the way4 ,what news8 what news1 thou silly old woman8 ,what news hast thou for me8 ,said she1 ,there's my three sons in ,nottingham town ,to-day condemned to die4 ,o1 have they parishes burnt8 he said1 ,or have they ministers slain8 ,or have they robbed any virgin8 ,or other men's wives have ta'en8 ,they have no parishes burnt1 good sir1 ,nor yet have ministers slain1 ,nor have they robbed any virgin1 ,nor other men's wives have ta'en4 ,o1 what have they done8 said ,robin ,hood1 ,i pray thee tell to me4 ,it's for slaying of the king's fallow-deer1 ,bearing their long bows with thee4 ,dost thou not mind1 old woman1 he said1 ,how thou madest me sup and dine8 ,by the truth of my body1 quoth bold ,robin ,hood1 ,you could not tell it in better time4 ,now ,robin ,hood is to ,nottingham gone1 ,with a link a down and a day1 ,and there he met with a silly old palmer1 ,was walking along the highway4 ,what news8 what news1 thou silly old man8 ,what news1 ,i do thee pray8 ,said he1 ,three squires in ,nottingham town ,are condemned to die this day4 ,come change thy apparel with me1 old man1 ,come change thy apparel for mine2 ,here is forty shillings in good silvr1 ,go drink it in beer or wine4 ,o1 thine apparel is good1 he said1 ,and mine is ragged and torn2 ,wherever you go1 wherever you ride1 ,laugh ne'er an old man to scorn4 ,come change thy apparel with me1 old churl1 ,come change thy apparel with mine2 ,here are twenty pieces of good broad gold1 ,go feast thy brethren with wine4 ,then he put on the old man's hat1 ,it stood full high on the crown3 ,the first bold bargain that ,i come at1 ,it shall make thee come down4 ,then he put on the old man's cloak1 ,was patched black1 blew1 and red2 ,he thought it no shame all the day long1 ,to wear the bags of bread4 ,then he put on the old man's breeks1 ,was patched from leg to side3 ,by the truth of my body1 bold ,robin can say1 ,this man loved little pride4 ,then he put on the old man's hose1 ,were patched from knee to wrist3 ,by the truth of my body1 said bold ,robin ,hood1 ,i'd laugh if ,i had any list4 ,then he put on the old man's shoes1 ,were patched both beneath and aboon2 ,then ,robin ,hood swore a solemn oath1 ,it's good habit that makes a man4 ,now ,robin ,hood is to ,nottingham gone1 ,with a link a down and a down1 ,and there he met with the proud sheriff1 ,was walking along the town4 ,o ,christ you save1 ,o sheriff6 he said2 ,o ,christ you save and see6 ,and what will you give to a silly old man ,to-day will your hangman be8 ,some suits1 some suits1 the sheriff he said1 ,some suits ,i'll give to thee2 ,some suits1 some suits1 and pence thirteen1 ,to-day's a hangman's fee4 ,then ,robin he turns him round about1 ,and jumps from stock to stone3 ,by the truth of my body1 the sheriff he said1 ,that's well jumpt1 thou nimble old man4 ,i was ne'er a hangman in all my life1 ,nor yet intends to trade2 ,but curst be he1 said bold ,robin1 ,that first a hangman was made6 ,i've a bag for meal1 and a bag for malt1 ,and a bag for barley and corn2 ,a bag for bread1 and a bag for beef1 ,and a bag for my little small horn4 ,i have a horn in my pocket1 ,i got it from ,robin ,hood1 ,and still when ,i set it to my mouth1 ,for thee it blows little good4 ,o1 wind thy horn1 thou proud fellow1 ,of thee ,i have no doubt4 ,i wish that thou give stich a blast1 ,till both thy eyes fall out4 ,the first loud blast that he did blow1 ,he blew both loud and shrill2 ,a hundred and fifty of ,robin ,hood's men ,came riding over the hill4 ,the next loud blast that he did give1 ,he blew both loud and amain1 ,and quickly sixty of ,robin ,hood's men ,came shining over the plain4 ,o1 who are these1 the sheriff he said1 ,come tripping over the lee8 ,they're my attendants1 brave ,robin did say2 ,they'll pay a visit to thee4 ,they took the gallows from the slack1 ,they set it in the glen1 ,they hanged the proud sheriff on that1 ,released their own three men4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,robin ,,hood ,,and ,,allin ,a ,,dale4 ,come listen to me1 you gallants so free1 ,all you that love mirth for to hear1 ,and ,i will tell you of a bold outlaw1 ,that lived in ,nottinghamshire4 ,as ,robin ,hood in the forest stood1 ,all under the green-wood tree1 ,there he was aware of a brave young man1 ,as fine as fine might be4 ,the youngster was cloathed in scarlet red1 ,in scarlet fine and gay2 ,and he did frisk it over the plain1 ,and chanted a roundelay4 ,as ,robin ,hood next morning stood1 ,amongst the leaves so gay1 ,there did he espy the same young man ,come drooping along the way4 ,the scarlet he wore the day before1 ,it was clean cast away2 ,and at every step he fetcht a sigh1 ,alack and a well a day6 ,then stepped forth brave ,little ,john1 ,and ,midge the miller's son1 ,which made the young man bend his bow1 ,when as he see them come4 ,stand off1 stand off1 the young man said1 ,what is your will with me8 ,you must come before our master straight1 ,under yon green-wood tree4 ,and when he came bold ,robin before1 ,robin askt him courteously1 ,o hast thou any money to spare ,for my merry men and me8 ,i have no money1 the young man said1 ,but five shillings and a ring2 ,and that ,i have kept this seven long years1 ,to have it at my wedding4 ,yesterday ,i should have married a maid1 ,but she is now from me tane1 ,and chosen to be an old knight's delight1 ,whereby my poor heart is slain4 ,what is thy name8 then said ,robin ,hood1 ,come tell me1 without any fail3 ,by the faith of my body1 then said the young man1 ,my name it is ,allin a ,dale4 ,what wilt thou give me1 said ,robin ,hood1 ,in ready gold or fee1 ,to help thee to thy true love again1 ,and deliver her unto thee8 ,i have no money1 then quoth the young man1 ,no ready gold nor fee1 ,but ,i will swear upon a book ,thy true servant for to be4 ,how many miles is it to thy true love8 ,come tell me without any guile3 ,by the faith of my body1 then said the young man1 ,it is but five little mile4 ,then ,robin he hasted over the plain1 ,he did neither stint nor lin1 ,until he came unto the church1 ,where ,allin should keep his wedding4 ,what hast thou here8 the bishop he said1 ,i prithee now tell unto me3 ,i am a bold harper1 quoth ,robin ,hood1 ,and the best in the north country4 ,o welcome1 ,o welcome1 the bishop he said1 ,that musick best pleaseth me2 ,you shall have no musick1 quoth ,robin ,hood1 ,till the bride and the bridegroom ,i see4 ,with that came in a wealthy knight1 ,which was both grave and old1 ,and after him a finikin lass1 ,did shine like the glistering gold4 ,this is not a fit match1 quoth bold ,robin ,hood1 ,that you do seem to make here2 ,for since we are come into the church1 ,the bride shall chuse her own dear4 ,then ,robin ,hood put his horn to his mouth1 ,and blew blasts two or three2 ,when four and twenty bowmen bold ,came leaping over the lee4 ,and when they came into the church-yard1 ,marching all on a row1 ,the first man was ,allin a ,dale1 ,to give bold ,robin his bow4 ,this is thy true love1 ,robin he said1 ,young ,allin1 as ,i hear say2 ,and you shall be married at this same time1 ,before we depart away4 ,that shall not be1 the bishop he said1 ,for thy word shall not stand2 ,they shall be three times askt in the church1 ,as the law is of our land4 ,robin ,hood pulld off the bishop's coat1 ,and put it upon ,little ,john2 ,by the faith of my body1 then ,robin said1 ,this cloath does make thee a man4 ,when ,little ,john went into the quire1 ,the people began for to laugh2 ,he askt them seven times in the church1 ,lest three times should not be enough4 ,who gives me this maid8 then said ,little ,john2 ,quoth ,robin ,hood1 ,that do ,i1 ,and he that takes her from ,allin1 a ,dale ,full dearly he shall her buy4 ,and thus having ende of this merry wedding1 ,the bride lookt like a queen1 ,and so they returned to the merry green-wood1 ,amongst the leaves so green4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,robin ,,hood',s ,,death ,,and ,,burial4 ,when ,robin ,hood and ,little ,john1 ,down a down1 a down1 a down1 ,went o'er yon bank of broom1 ,said ,robin ,hood to ,little ,john1 ,we have shot for many a pound3 ,hey down1 a down1 a down4 ,but ,i am not able to shoot one shot more1 ,my arrows will not flee2 ,but ,i have a cousin lives down below1 ,please ,god1 she will bleed me4 ,now ,robin is to fair ,kirkley gone1 ,as fast as he can win2 ,but before he came there1 as we do hear1 ,he was taken very ill4 ,and when that he came to fair ,kirkley-hall1 ,he knocked all at the ring1 ,but none was so ready as his cousin herself ,for to let bold ,robin in4 ,will you please to sit down1 cousin ,robin1 she said1 ,and drink some beer with me8 ,no1 ,i will neither eat nor drink1 ,till ,i am blooded by thee4 ,well1 ,i have a room1 cousin ,robin1 she said1 ,which you did never see1 ,and if you please to walk therein1 ,you blooded by me shall be4 ,she took him by the lily-white hand1 ,and led him to a private room1 ,and there she blooded bold ,robin ,hood1 ,whilst one drop of blood would run4 ,she blooded him in the vein of the arm1 ,and locked him up in the room2 ,there did he bleed all the livelong day1 ,untilt the next day at noon4 ,he then bethought him of a casement door1 ,thinking for to be gone2 ,he was so weak he could not leap1 ,nor he could not get down4 ,he then bethought him of his bugle-horn1 ,which hung low down to his knee2 ,he set his horn unto his mouth1 ,and blew out weak blasts three4 ,then ,little ,john1 when hearing him1 ,as he sat under the tree1 ,i fear my master is near dead1 ,he blows so wearily4 ,then ,little ,john to fair ,kirkley is gone1 ,as fast as he can dri'e2 ,but when he came to ,kirkley-hall1 ,he broke locks two or three3 ,untilt he came bold ,robin to1 ,then he fell on his knee3 ,a boon1 a boon1 cries ,little ,john1 ,master1 ,i beg of thee4 ,what is that boon1 quoth ,robin ,hood1 ,little ,john1 thou begs of me8 ,it is to burn fair ,kirkley-hall1 ,and all their nunnery4 ,now nay1 now nay1 quoth ,robin ,hood1 ,that boon ,i'll not grant thee2 ,i never hurt woman in all my life1 ,nor man in woman's company4 ,i never hurt fair maid in all my time1 ,nor at my end shall it be2 ,but give me my bent bow in my hand1 ,and a broad arrow ,i'll let flee2 ,and where this arrow is taken up1 ,there shall my grave digg'd be4 ,lay me a green sod under my head1 ,and another at my feet2 ,and lay my bent bow by my side1 ,which was my music sweet2 ,and make my grave of gravel and green1 ,which is most right and meet4 ,let me have length and breadth enough1 ,with under my head a green sod2 ,that they may say1 when ,i am dead1 ,here lies bold ,robin ,hood4 ,these words they readily promised him1 ,which did bold ,robin please2 ,and there they buried bold ,robin ,hood1 ,near to the fair ,kirkleys4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,romantic ,,and ,,domestic ,,ballads4 ,,annie ,,of ,,lochroyan4 ,o wha will shoe my bonny feet8 ,or wha will glove my hand8 ,or wha will lace my middle jimp1 ,wi' a new-made ,london band8 ,and wha will kame my yellow hair1 ,wi' a new-made siller kame8 ,and wha will be my bairn's father1 ,till love ,gregory come haine8 ,your father'll shoe your bonny feet1 ,your mother glove your hand2 ,your sister lace your middle jimp1 ,wi' a new-made ,london band2 ,mysel' will kame your yellow hair ,wi' a new-made siller kame2 ,and the ,lord will be the bairn's father ,till ,gregory come hame4 ,o gin ,i had a bonny ship1 ,and men to sail wi' me1 ,it's ,i wad gang to my true lore1 ,sin' he winna come to me6 ,her father's gi'en her a bonny ship1 ,and sent her to the strand2 ,she's ta'en her young son in her arms1 ,and turn'd her back to land4 ,she hadna been on the sea sailing1 ,about a month or more1 ,till landed has she her bonny ship1 ,near to her true love's door4 ,the night was dark1 an' the wind was cauld1 ,and her love was fast asleep1 ,and the bairn that was in her twa arms1 ,fu' sair began to greet4 ,lang stood she at her true love's door ,and lang tirl'd at the pin2 ,at length up gat his fause mother1 ,says1 ,wha's that wad be in8 ,o it is ,annie of ,lochroyan1 ,your love1 come o'er the sea1 ,but and your young son in her arms1 ,sae open the door to me4 ,awa1 awa1 ye ill woman1 ,ye're nae come here for gude2 ,ye're but a witch1 or a vile warlock1 ,or mermaiden o' the flood6 ,i'm nae a witch1 nor vile warlock1 ,nor mermaiden1 said she2 ,but ,i am ,annie of ,lochroyan2 ,o open the door to me6 ,o gin ye be ,annie of ,lochroyan1 ,as ,i trow not you be1 ,now tell me some o' the love-tokens ,that pass'd 'tween thee and me4 ,o dinna ye mind1 love ,gregory1 ,when we sate at the wine1 ,how we chang'd the napkins frae our necks1 ,it's no sae lang sinsyne8 ,and yours was gude1 and gude eneugh1 ,but nae sae gude as mine2 ,for yours was o' the cambrick clear1 ,but mine o' the silk sae fine4 ,and dinna ye mind1 love ,gregory1 ,as we twa sate at dine1 ,how we chang'd the rings frae our fingers1 ,and ,i can show thee thine8 ,and yours was gude1 and gude eneugh1 ,yet nae sae gude as mine2 ,for yours was o' the gude red gold1 ,but mine o' the diamonds fine4 ,sae open the door1 love ,gregory1 ,and open it wi' speed2 ,or your young son1 that is in my arms1 ,for cauld will soon be dead6 ,awa1 awa1 ye ill woman1 ,gae frae my door for shame2 ,for ,i hae gotten anither fair love1 ,sae ye may hie ye hame6 ,o hae ye gotten anither fair love1 ,for a' the oaths ye sware8 ,then fare ye weel1 fause ,gregory1 ,for me ye'se never see mair6 ,o hooly1 hooly gaed she back1 ,as the day began to peep2 ,she set her foot on gude ship board1 ,and sair1 sair did she weep4 ,tak down1 tak down that mast o' gowd1 ,set up the mast o' tree2 ,ill sets it a forsaken lady ,to sail sae gallantlie6 ,love ,gregory started frae his sleep1 ,and to his mother did say2 ,i dream'd a dream this night1 mither1 ,that maks my heart right wae4 ,i dream'd that ,annie of ,lochroyan1 ,the flower of a' her kin1 ,was standing mournin' at iny door1 ,but nane wad let her in4 ,gin it be for ,annie of ,lochroyan1 ,that ye mak a' this din2 ,she stood a' last night at your door1 ,but ,i trow she wan na in6 ,o wae betide ye1 ill woman6 ,an ill deid may ye die1 ,that wadna open the door to her1 ,nor yet wad waken me6 ,o quickly1 quickly raise he up1 ,and fast ran to the strand2 ,and then he saw her1 fair ,annie1 ,was sailing frae the land4 ,and it's ,hey ,annie6 and ,how ,annie6 ,o ,annie1 winna ye bide8 ,but aye the mair that he cried ,annie6 ,the faster ran the tide4 ,and it's ,hey ,annie6 and ,how ,annie6 ,o ,annie1 speak to me6 ,but aye the louder that he cried ,annie6 ,the higher raise the sea4 ,the wind grew loud1 and the sea grew rough1 ,and the ship was rent in twain2 ,and soon he saw her1 fair ,annie1 ,come floating through the faem4 ,he saw his young son in her arms1 ,baith toss'd abune the tide2 ,he wrang his hands1 and fast he ran1 ,and plunged in the sea sae wide4 ,he catch'd her by the yellow hair1 ,and drew her to the strand2 ,but cauld and stiff was every limb1 ,afore he reach'd the land4 ,o first he kiss'd her cherry cheek1 ,and syne he kiss'd her chin1 ,and sair he kiss'd her bonny lips1 ,but there was nae breath within4 ,and he has mourn'd o'er fair ,annie1 ,till the sun was ganging down1 ,syne wi' a sigh his heart it brast1 ,and his soul to heaven has flown4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,lord ,,thomas ,,and ,,fair ,,annet4 ,lord ,thomas and fair ,annet ,sat a' day on a hill1 ,when night was come1 and the sun was set1 ,they had na talk'd their fill4 ,lord ,thomas said a word in jest1 ,fair ,annet took it ill2 ,o ,i will never wed a wife1 ,against my ain friends' will ,gif ye will never wed a wife1 ,a wife will ne'er wed ye4 ,sae he is hame to tell his mither1 ,and kneel'd upon his knee4 ,o rede1 ,o rede1 mither1 he says1 ,a gude rede gie to me2 ,o sall ,i tak' the nut-brown bride1 ,and let fair ,annet be8 ,the nut-brown bride has gowd and gear1 ,fair ,annet she's gat nane1 ,and the little beauty fair ,annet has1 ,o it will soon be gane4 ,and he has to his brither gane2 ,now1 brither1 rede ye me1 ,o sall ,i marry the nut-brown bride1 ,and let fair ,annet be8 ,the nut-brown bride has owsen1 brither1 ,the nut-brown bride has kye2 ,i wad hae you marry the nut-brown bride1 ,and cast fair ,annet by4 ,her owsen may dee in the house1 billie1 ,and her kye into the byre1 ,and ,i sall hae naething to mysel1 ,but a fat fadge by the fire4 ,and he has to his sister gane2 ,now1 sister1 rede to me2 ,o sall ,i marry the nut-brown bride1 ,and set fair ,annet free8 ,i'se rede ye tak' fair ,annet1 ,thomas1 ,and let the brown bride alane1 ,lest ye sould sigh1 and say1 ,alace1 ,what is this we brought hame8 ,no6 ,i will tak' my mither's counsel1 ,and marry me out o' hand2 ,and ,i will tak' the nut-brown bride1 ,fair ,annet may leave the land4 ,up then rose fair ,annet's father1 ,twa hours or it were day1 ,and he has gane into the bower1 ,wherein fair ,annet lay4 ,rise up1 rise up1 fair ,annet1 he says1 ,put on your silken sheen1 ,let us gae to ,saint ,marie's kirk1 ,and see that rich weddin'4 ,my maids1 gae to my dressing-room ,and dress to me my hair1 ,where'er ye laid a plait before1 ,see ye lay ten times mair4 ,my maids1 gae to my dressing-room ,and dress to me my smock1 ,the ae half is o' the holland fine1 ,the ither o' needle-work4 ,the horse fair ,annet rade upon1 ,he amblit like the wind1 ,wi' siller he was shod before1 ,wi' burning gowd behind4 ,four-and-twenty siller bells1 ,were a' tied to his mane1 ,wi' ae tift o' the norlan' wind1 ,they tinkled ane by ane4 ,four-and-twenty gay gude knights1 ,rade by fair ,annet's side1 ,and four-and-twenty fair ladies1 ,as gin she had been a bride4 ,and when she cam' to ,marie's kirk1 ,she sat on ,marie's stane2 ,the cleiding that fair ,annet had on1 ,it skinkled in their e'en4 ,and when she cam' into the kirk1 ,she skimmer'd like the sun2 ,the belt that was about her waist1 ,was a' wi' pearls bedone4 ,she sat her by the nut-brown bride1 ,and her e'en they were sae clear1 ,lord ,thomas he clean forgot the bride1 ,when fair ,annet drew near4 ,he had a rose into his hand1 ,he gave it kisses three1 ,and reaching by the nut-brown bride1 ,laid it on ,annet's knee4 ,up then spak' the nut-brown bride1 ,she spak' wi' meikle spite2 ,where gat ye that rose-water1 ,annet1 ,that does mak' ye sae white8 ,o ,i did get the rose-water1 ,where ye'll get never nane1 ,for ,i did get that rose-water1 ,before that ,i was born4 ,where ,i did get that rose-water1 ,ye'll never get the like2 ,for ye've been washed in ,dunnie's well1 ,and dried on ,dunnie's dyke4 ,tak' up and wear your rose1 ,thomas1 ,and wear't wi' meikle care2 ,for the woman sall never bear a son ,that will mak' my heart sae sair4 ,when night was come1 and day was gane1 ,and a' men boune to bed1 ,lord ,thomas and the nut-brown bride ,in their chamber were laid4 ,they were na weel lyen down1 ,and scarcely fa'en asleep1 ,when up and stands she1 fair ,annet1 ,just at ,lord ,thomas' feet4 ,weel bruik ye o' your nut-brown bride1 ,between ye and the wa'2 ,and sae will ,i o' my winding-sheet1 ,that suits me best of a'4 ,weel bruik ye o' your nut-brown bride1 ,between ye and the stock2 ,and sae will ,i o' my black1 black kist1 ,that has neither key nor lock6 ,lord ,thomas rase1 put on his claes1 ,drew till him hose and shoon2 ,and he is to fair ,annet's bower1 ,by the lee light o' the moon4 ,the firsten bower that he cam' till1 ,there was right dowie wark2 ,her mither and her three sisters1 ,were making fair ,annet a sark4 ,the nexten bower that he cam' till ,there was right dowie cheer2 ,her father and her seven brethren1 ,were making fair ,annet a bier4 ,the lasten bower that he cam' till1 ,o heavy was his care1 ,the deid candles were burning bright1 ,fair ,annet was streekit there4 ,o ,i will kiss your cheek1 ,annet1 ,and ,i will kiss your chin2 ,and ,i will kiss your clay-cauld lip1 ,but ,i'll ne'er kiss woman again4 ,this day ye deal at ,annet's wake1 ,the bread but and the wine2 ,before the morn at twal' o'clock1 ,they'll deal the same at mine4 ,the tane was buried in ,marie's kirk1 ,the tither in ,marie's quire1 ,and out o' the tane there grew a birk1 ,and out o' the tither a brier4 ,and ay they grew1 and ay they drew1 ,until they twa did meet1 ,and every ane that pass'd them by1 ,said1 ,thae's been lovers sweet6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,banks ,o' ,,yarrow4 ,late at e'en1 drinking the wine1 ,and ere they paid the lawing1 ,they set a combat them between1 ,to fight it in the dawing4 ,what though ye be my sister's lord1 ,we'll cross our swords to-morrow4 ,what though my wife your sister be1 ,i'll meet ye then on ,yarrow4 ,o stay at hame1 my ain gude lord6 ,o stay1 my ain dear marrow6 ,my cruel brither will you betray ,on the dowie banks o' ,yarrow4 ,o fare ye weel1 my lady dear6 ,and put aside your sorrow2 ,for if ,i gae1 ,i'll sune return ,frae the bonny banks o' ,yarrow4 ,she kiss'd his cheek1 she kaim'd his hair1 ,as oft she'd dune before1 ,o2 ,she belted him wi' his gude brand1 ,and he's awa' to ,yarrow4 ,when he gaed up the ,tennies bank1 ,as he gaed mony a morrow1 ,nine armed men lay in a den1 ,on the dowie braes o' ,yarrow4 ,o come ye here to hunt or hawk ,the bonny ,forest thorough8 ,or come ye here to wield your brand ,upon the banks o' ,yarrow8 ,i come not here to hunt or hawk1 ,as oft ,i've dune before1 ,o1 ,but ,i come here to wield my brand ,upon the banks o' ,yarrow4 ,if ye attack me nine to ane1 ,then may ,god send ye sorrow6-- ,yet will ,i fight while stand ,i may1 ,on the bonny banks o' ,yarrow4 ,two has he hurt1 and three has slain1 ,on the bloody braes o' ,yarrow2 ,but the stubborn knight crept in behind1 ,and pierced his body thorough4 ,gae hame1 gae hame1 you brither ,john1 ,and tell your sister sorrow1-- ,to come and lift her leafu' lord ,on the dowie banks o' ,yarrow4 ,her brither ,john gaed ower yon hill1 ,as oft he'd dune before1 ,o2 ,there he met his sister dear1 ,cam' rinnin' fast to ,yarrow4 ,i dreamt a dream last night1 she says1 ,i wish it binna sorrow2 ,i dreamt ,i pu'd the heather green ,wi' my true love on ,yarrow4 ,i'll read your dream1 sister1 he says1 ,i'll read it into sorrow2 ,ye're bidden go take up your love1 ,he's sleeping sound on ,yarrow4 ,she's torn the ribbons frae her head ,that were baith braid and narrow2 ,she's kilted up her lang claithing1 ,and she's awa' to ,yarrow4 ,she's ta'en him in her arms twa1 ,and gien him kisses thorough2 ,she sought to bind his mony wounds1 ,but he lay dead on ,yarrow4 ,o haud your tongue1 her father says ,and let be a' your sorrow2 ,i'll wed you to a better lord ,than him ye lost on ,yarrow4 ,o haud your tongue1 father1 she says1 ,far warse ye mak' my sorrow2 ,a better lord could never be ,than him that lies on ,yarrow4 ,she kissed his lips1 she kaim'd his hair4 ,as oft she'd dune before1 ,o2 ,and there wi' grief her heart did break ,upon the banks o' ,yarrow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,douglas ,,tragedy ,rise up1 rise up1 now1 ,lord ,douglas1 she says1 ,and put on your armour so bright2 ,lord ,william will hae ,lady ,margret awa ,before that it be light4 ,rise up1 rise up1 my seven bold sons1 ,and put on your armour so bright1 ,and take better care of your youngest sister1 ,for your eldest's awa the last night4 ,he's mounted her on a milk-white steed1 ,and himself on a dapple gray1 ,with a bugelet horn hung down by his side1 ,and lightly they rode away4 ,lord ,william lookit o'er his left shoulder1 ,to see what he could see1 ,and there he spy'd her seven brethren bold1 ,come riding over the lee4 ,light down1 light down1 ,lady ,margret1 he said1 ,and hold my steed in your hand1 ,until that against your seven brethren bold1 ,and your father1 ,i mak' a stand4 ,she held his steed in her milk-white hand1 ,and never shed one tear1 ,until that she saw her seven brethren fa'1 ,and her father hard fighting1 who lov'd her so dear4 ,o hold your hand1 ,lord ,william6 she said1 ,for your strokes they are wondrous sair2 ,true lovers ,i can get many a ane1 ,but a father ,i can never get mair4 ,o she's ta'en out her handkerchief1 ,it was o' the holland sae fine1 ,and aye she dighted her father's bloody wounds1 ,that were redder than the wine4 ,o chuse1 ,o chuse1 ,lady ,margret1 he said1 ,o whether will ye gang or bide8 ,i'll gang1 ,i'll gang1 ,lord ,william1 she said1 ,for ye have left me nae other guide4 ,he's lifted her on a milk-white steed1 ,and himself on a dapple gray1 ,with a bugelet horn hung down by his side1 ,and slowly they baith rade away4 ,o they rade on1 and on they rade1 ,and a' by the light of the moon1 ,until they came to yon wan water1 ,and there they lighted down4 ,they lighted down to tak' a drink ,of the spring that ran sae clear1 ,and down the stream ran his gude heart's blood1 ,and sair she gan to fear4 ,hold up1 hold up1 ,lord ,william1 she says1 ,for ,i fear that you are slain2 ',tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak1 ,that shines in the water sae plain4 ,o they rade on1 and on they rade1 ,and a' by the light of the moon1 ,until they cam' to his mother's ha' door1 ,and there they lighted down4 ,get up1 get up1 lady mother1 he says1 ,get up1 and let me in6 ,get up1 get up1 lady mother1 he says1 ,for this night my fair lady ,i've win4 ,o mak' my bed1 lady mother1 he says1 ,o mak' it braid and deep1 ,and lay ,lady ,margret close at my back1 ,and the sounder ,i will sleep4 ,lord ,william was dead lang ere midnight1 ,lady ,margret lang ere day1 ,and all true lovers that go thegither1 ,may they have mair luck than they6 ,lord ,william was buried in ,st4 ,mary's kirk1 ,lady ,margret in ,mary's quire2 ,out o' the lady's grave grew a bonny red rose1 ,and out o' the knight's a briar4 ,and they twa met1 and they twa plat1 ,and fain they wad be near2 ,and a' the warld might ken right weel ,they were twa lovers dear4 ,but by and rade the ,black ,douglas1 ,and wow but he was rough6 ,for he pull'd up the bonny briar1 ,and flang't in ,st4 ,mary's ,loch4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,fine ,,flowers ,i' ,,the ,,valley4 ,there were three sisters in a ha'1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,there came three lords amang them a'1 7,the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,the first o' them was clad in red1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,o lady1 will ye be my bride8 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,the second o' them was clad in green1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,o lady1 will ye be my queen8 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,the third o' them was clad in yellow1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,o lady1 will ye be my marrow8 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,o ye maun ask my father dear1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,likewise the mother that did me bear2 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,and ye maun ask my sister ,ann1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,and not forget my brother ,john2 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,o ,i have ask'd thy father dear1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,likewise the mother that did thee bear2 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,and ,i have ask'd your sister ,ann1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,but ,i forgot your brother ,john2 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,now when the wedding day was come1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,the knight would take his bonny bride home1 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,and mony a lord1 and mony a knight1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,cam' to behold that lady bright1 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,there was nae man that did her see1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,but wished himsell bridegroom to be1 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,her father led her down the stair1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,and her sisters twain they kiss'd her there2 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,her mother led her through the close1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,her brother ,john set her on her horse2 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,you are high1 and ,i am low1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,give me a kiss before you go1 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,she was touting down to kiss him sweet1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,when wi' his knife he wounded her deep1 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,she hadna ridden through half the town1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,until her heart's blood stained her gown1 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,ride saftly on1 said the best young man1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,i think our bride looks pale and wan6 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,o lead me over into yon stile1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,that ,i may stop and breathe awhile1 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,o lead me over into yon stair1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,for there ,i'll lie and bleed nae mair1 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,o what will you leave to your father dear8 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,the siller-shod steed that brought me here1 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,what will you leave to your mother dear8 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,my wedding shift which ,i do wear1 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,but she must wash it very clean1 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,for my heart's blood sticks in every seam4 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,what will you leave to your sister ,ann8 7,pine flowers i' the valley27 ,my silken gown that stands its lane1 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 ,and what will you leave to your brother ,john8 7,fine flowers i' the valley27 ,the gates o' hell to let him in1 7,wi' the red1 green1 and the yellow47 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,gay ,,goss-,,hawk4 ,o well is me1 my gay goss-hawk1 ,that ye can speak and flee2 ,for ye shall carry a love-letter ,to my true-love frae me4 ,o how shall ,i your true-love find1 ,or how should ,i her knaw8 ,i bear a tongue ne'er wi' her spake1 ,an eye that ne'er her saw4 ,o well shall you my true-love ken1 ,sae soon as her ye see1 ,for of a' the flowers o' fair ,england1 ,the fairest flower is she4 ,and when ye come to her castle1 ,light on the bush of ash1 ,and sit ye there1 and sing our loves1 ,as she comes frae the mass4 ,and when she goes into the house1 ,light ye upon the whin2 ,and sit ye there1 and sing our loves1 ,as she gaes out and in4 ,lord ,william has written a love-letter1 ,put in under the wing sae grey2 ,and the bird is awa' to southern land1 ,as fast as he could gae4 ,and when he flew to that castle1 ,he lighted on the ash1 ,and there he sat1 and sang their loves1 ,as she came frae the mass4 ,and when she went into the house1 ,he flew unto the whin2 ,and there he sat1 and sang their loves1 ,as she gaed out and in4 ,feast on1 feast on1 my maidens a'1 ,the wine flows you amang1 ,till ,i gae to the west-window1 ,and hear a birdie's sang4 ,she's gane into the west-window1 ,and fainly aye it drew1 ,and soon into her white silk lap ,the bird the letter threw4 ,ye're bidden send your love a send1 ,for he has sent you three2 ,and tell him where he can see you1 ,or for your love he'll die4 ,i send him the rings from my white fingers1 ,the garlands aff my hair1 ,i send him the heart that's in my breast1 ,what would my love hae mair8 ,and at the fourth kirk in fair ,scotland1 ,ye'll bid him meet me there4 ,she's gane until her father dear1 ,as fast as she could hie1 ,an asking1 an asking1 my father dear1 ,an asking grant ye me6 ,that if ,i die in merry ,england1 ,in ,scotland you'll bury me4 ,at the first kirk o' fair ,scotland1 ,ye'll cause the bells be rung2 ,at the neist kirk o' fair ,scotland ,ye'll cause the mass be sung4 ,at the third kirk o' fair ,scotland1 ,ye'll deal the gowd for me2 ,at the fourth kirk o' fair ,scotland1 ,it's there you'll bury me4 ,she has ta'en her to her bigly bower1 ,as fast as she could hie2 ,and she has drapped down like deid1 ,beside her mother's knee2 ,then out and spak' an auld witch-wife1 ,by the fire-side sate she4 ,says1--,drap the het lead on her cheek1 ,and drap it on her chin1 ,and drap it on her rose-red lips1 ,and she will speak again2 ,o meikle will a maiden do1 ,to her true love to win6 ,they drapt the het lead on her cheek1 ,they drapt it on her chin1 ,they drapt it on her rose-red lips1 ,but breath was nane within4 ,then up arose her seven brothers1 ,and made for her a bier2 ,the boards were of the cedar wood1 ,the plates o' silver clear4 ,and up arose her seven sisters1 ,and made for her a sark2 ,the claith of it was satin fine1 ,the steeking silken wark4 ,the first ,scots kirk that they cam' to1 ,they gar'd the bells be rung2 ,the neist ,scots kirk that they cam' to1 ,they gar'd the mass be sung4 ,the third ,scots kirk that they cam' to1 ,they dealt the gowd for her2 ,the fourth ,scots kirk that they cam' to1 ,her true-love met them there4 ,set down1 set down the bier1 he quoth1 ,till ,i look on the dead2 ,the last time that ,i saw her face1 ,her cheeks were rosy red4 ,he rent the sheet upon her face1 ,a little abune the chin2 ,and fast he saw her colour come1 ,and sweet she smiled on him4 ,o give me a chive of your bread1 my love1 ,and ae drap o' your wine2 ,for ,i have fasted for your sake1 ,these weary lang days nine6 ,gae hame1 gae hame1 my seven brothers2 ,gae hame an' blaw your horn6 ,i trow ye wad hae gi'en me the skaith1 ,but ,i've gi'ed you the scorn4 ,i cam' not here to fair ,scotland1 ,to lie amang the dead2 ,but ,i cam' here to fair ,scotland1 ,wi' my ain true-love to wed4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,young ,,redin4 ,fair ,catherine from her bower-window ,looked over heath and wood2 ,she heard a smit o' bridle-reins1 ,and the sound did her heart good4 ,welcome1 young ,redin1 welcome6 ,and welcome again1 my dear6 ,light down1 light down from your horse1 she ,it's long since you were here4 ,o gude morrow1 lady1 gude morrow1 lady2 ,god mak' you safe and free6 ,i'm come to tak' my last fareweel1 ,and pay my last visit to thee4 ,i mustna light1 and ,i canna light1 ,i winna stay at a'2 ,for a fairer lady than ten of thee ,is waiting at ,castleswa'4 ,o if your love be changed1 my dear1 ,since better may not be1 ,yet1 ne'ertheless1 for auld lang syne1 ,bide this ae night wi' me4 ,she birl'd him wi' the ale and wine1 ,as they sat down to sup2 ,a living man he laid him down1 ,but ,i wot he ne'er rose up4 ,now lie ye there1 young ,redin1 she says1 ,o lie ye there till morn1-- ,though a fairer lady than ten of me ,is waiting till you come home6 ,o lang1 lang is the winter night1 ,till day begins to daw2 ,there is a dead man in my bower1 ,and ,i would he were awa'4 ,she cried upon her bower-maiden1 ,aye ready at her ca'3 ,there is a knight into my bower1 ',tis time he were awa'4 ,they've booted him and spurred him1 ,as he was wont to ride1 ,a hunting-horn tied round his waist1 ,a sharp sword by his side2 ,and they've flung him into the wan water1 ,the deepest pool in ,clyde4 ,then up bespake a little bird ,that sate upon the tree1 ,gae hame1 gae hame1 ye fause lady1 ,and pay your maid her fee4 ,come down1 come down1 my pretty bird1 ,that sits upon the tree2 ,i have a cage of beaten gold1 ,i'll gie it unto thee4 ,gae hame1 gae hame1 ye fause lady2 ,i winna come down to thee2 ,for as ye have done to young ,redin1 ,ye'd do the like to me4 ,o there came seeking young ,redin ,mony a lord and knight1 ,and there came seeking young ,redin ,mony a lady bright4 ,they've called on ,lady ,catherine1 ,but she sware by oak and thorn ,that she saw him not1 young ,redin1 ,since yesterday at morn4 ,the lady turned her round about1 ,wi' mickle mournfu' din3 ,it fears me sair o' ,clyde water ,that he is drowned therein4 ,then up spake young ,redin's mither1 ,the while she made her mane3 ,my son kenn'd a' the fords o' ,clyde1 ,he'd ride them ane by ane4 ,gar douk1 gar douk6 his father he cried1 ,gar douk for gold and fee6 ,o wha will douk for young ,redin's sake1 ,and wha will douk for me8 ,they hae douked in at ae weil-head1 ,and out again at the ither3 ,we'll douk nae mair for young ,redin1 ,although he were our brither4 ,then out it spake a little bird ,that sate upon the spray3 ,what gars ye seek him1 young ,redin1 ,sae early in the day8 ,leave aff your douking on the day1 ,and douk at dark o' night2 ,aboon the pool young ,redin lies in1 ,the candles they'll burn bright4 ,they left aff their douking on the day1 ,they hae douked at dark o' night2 ,aboon the pool where young ,redin lay1 ,the candles they burned bright4 ,the deepest pool in a' the stream ,they found young ,redin in2 ,wi' a great stone tied across his breast ,to keep his body down4 ,then up and spake the little bird1 ,says1 ,what needs a' this din8 ,it was ,lady ,catherine took his life1 ,and hided him in the linn4 ,she sware her by the sun and moon1 ,she sware by grass and corn1 ,she hadna seen him1 young ,redin1 ,since ,monanday at morn4 ,it's surely been my bower-woman1-- ,o ill may her betide6 ,i ne'er wad hae slain my young ,redin1 ,and thrown him in the ,clyde4 ,now they hae cut baith fern and thorn1 ,the bower-woman to brin2 ,and they hae made a big balefire1 ,and put this maiden in2 ,but the fire it took na on her cheek1 ,it took na on her chin4 ,out they hae ta'en the bower-woman1 ,and put her mistress in2 ,the flame took fast upon her cheek1 ,took fast upon her chin1 ,took fast upon her fair bodie1 ,because of her deadly sin4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,willie ,,and ,,may ,,margaret4 ,willie stands in his stable1 ,a-clapping of his steed2 ,and over his white fingers ,his nose began to bleed4 ,gie corn to my horse1 mither2 ,gie meat unto my man2 ,for ,i maun gang to ,margaret's bower1 ,before the night comes on4 ,o stay at home1 my son ,willie6 ,the wind blaws cold and stour2 ,the night will be baith mirk and late1 ,before ye reach her bower4 ,o tho' the night were ever sae dark1 ,o the wind blew never sae cauld1 ,i will be in ,may ,margaret's bower ,before twa hours be tauld4 ,o bide this night wi' me1 ,willie1 ,o bide this night wi' me6 ,the bestan fowl in a' the roost ,at your supper1 my son1 shall be4 ,a' your fowls1 and a' your roosts1 ,i value not a pin2 ,i only care for ,may ,margaret2 ,and ere night to her bower ,i'll win4 ,o an ye gang to ,may ,margaret ,sae sair against my will1 ,in the deepest pot o' ,clyde's water ,my malison ye's feel6 ,he mounted on his coal-black steed1 ,and fast he rade awa'2 ,but ere he came to ,clyde's water ,fu' loud the wind did blaw4 ,as he rade over yon hie hie hill1 ,and doun yon dowie den1 ,there was a roar in ,clyde's water ,wad feared a hundred men4 ,but ,willie has swam through ,clyde's water1 ,though it was wide and deep2 ,and he came to ,may ,margaret's door ,when a' were fast asleep4 ,o he's gane round and round about1 ,and tirled at the pin1 ,but doors were steeked and windows barred1 ,and nane to let him in4 ,o open the door to me1 ,margaret6 ,o open and let me in6 ,for my boots are fu' o' ,clyde's water1 ,and frozen to the brim4 ,i daurna open the door to you1 ,i daurna let you in2 ,for my mither she is fast asleep1 ,and ,i maun mak' nae din4 ,o gin ye winna open the door1 ,nor be sae kind to me1 ,now tell me o' some out-chamber1 ,where ,i this night may be4 ,ye canna win in this night1 ,willie1 ,nor here ye canna be2 ,for ,i've nae chambers out nor in1 ,nae ane but barely three4 ,the tane is fu' to the roof wi' corn1 ,the tither is fu' wi' hay2 ,the third is fu' o' merry young men1 ,they winna remove till day4 ,o fare ye weel1 then1 ,may ,margaret1 ,sin' better it mauna be4 ,i have won my mither's malison1 ,coming this night to thee4 ,he's mounted on his coal-black steed1 ,o but his heart was wae6 ,but e'er he came to ,clyde's water1 ',twas half-way up the brae4 ,when down he rade to the river-flood1 ',twas fast flowing ower the brim2 ,the rushing that was in ,clyde's water ,took ,willie's rod frae him4 ,he leaned him ower his saddle-bow ,to catch his rod again2 ,the rushing that was in ,clyde's water ,took ,willie's hat frae him4 ,he leaned him ower his saddle-bow ,to catch his hat by force2 ,the rushing that was in ,clyde's water ,took ,willie frae his horse4 ,o ,i canna turn my horse's head2 ,i canna strive to sowm2 ,i've gotten my mither's malison1 ,and it's here that ,i maun drown6 ,the very hour this young man sank ,into the pot sae deep1 ,up wakened his love1 ,may ,margaret1 ,out of her heavy sleep4 ,come hither1 come hither1 my minnie dear1 ,come hither read my dream2 ,i dreamed my love ,willie was at our gates1 ,and nane wad let him in4 ,lie still1 lie still1 dear ,margaret1 ,lie still and tak' your rest2 ,your lover ,willie was at the gates1 ',tis but two quarters past4 ,nimbly1 nimbly rase she up1 ,and quickly put she on2 ,while ever against her window ,the louder blew the win'4 ,out she ran into the night1 ,and down the dowie den2 ,the strength that was in ,clyde's water ,wad drown five hundred men4 ,she stepped in to her ankle1 ,she stepped free and bold2 ,ohone1 alas6 said that ladye1 ,this water is wondrous cold4 ,the second step that she waded1 ,she waded to the knee2 ,says she1 ,i'd fain wade farther in1 ,if ,i my love could see4 ,the neistan step that she waded1 ,she waded to the chin2 ',twas a whirlin' pot o' ,clyde's water ,she got sweet ,willie in4 ,o ye've had a cruel mither1 ,willie6 ,and ,i have had anither2 ,but we shall sleep in ,clyde's water ,like sister and like brither4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,young ,,beichan4 ,in ,london was young ,beichan born1 ,he longed strange countries for to see1 ,but he was ta'en by a savage ,moor1 ,who handled him right cruellie4 ,for he viewed the fashions of that land1 ,their way of worship viewed he1 ,but to ,mahound or ,termagant ,would ,beichan never bend a knee4 ,so in every shoulder they've putten a bore1 ,in every bore they've putten a tree1 ,and they have made him trail the wine ,and spices on his fair bodie4 ,they've casten him in a dungeon deep1 ,where he could neither hear nor see1 ,for seven years they've kept him there1 ,till he for hunger's like to dee4 ,this ,moor he had but ae daughter1 ,her name was called ,susie ,pye1 ,and every day as she took the air1 ,near ,beichan's prison she passed by4 ,and so it fell upon a day1 ,about the middle time of ,spring1 ,as she was passing by that way1 ,she heard young ,beichan sadly sing4 ,all night long no rest she got1 ,young ,beichan's song for thinking on2 ,she's stown the keys from her father's head1 ,and to the prison strang is gone4 ,and she has opened the prison doors1 ,i wot she opened two or three1 ,ere she could come young ,beichan at1 ,he was locked up so curiouslie4 ,but when she cam' young ,beichan till1 ,sore wondered he that may to see2 ,he took her for some fair captive3 ,fair lady1 ,i pray1 of what countrie8 ,o have ye any lands1 she said1 ,or castles in your own countrie1 ,that ye could give to a lady fair1 ,from prison strang to set you free8 ,near ,london town ,i have a hall1 ,and other castles two or three2 ,i'll give them all to the lady fair ,that out of prison will set me free4 ,give me the truth of your right hand1 ,the truth of it give unto me1 ,that for seven years ye'll no lady wed1 ,unless it be alang with me4 ,i'll give thee the truth of my right hand1 ,the truth of it ,i'll freely gie1 ,that for seven years ,i'll stay unwed1 ,for the kindness thou dost show to me4 ,and she has brib'd the proud warder1 ,wi' mickle gold and white monie1 ,she's gotten the keys of the prison strang1 ,and she has set young ,beichan free4 ,she's gi'en him to eat the good spice-cake1 ,she's gi'en him to drink the blude-red wine1 ,she's bidden him sometimes think on her1 ,that sae kindly freed him out o' pine4 ,and she has broken her finger-ring1 ,and to ,beichan half of it gave she3 ,keep it1 to mind you in foreign land ,of the lady's love that set you free4 ,and set your foot on good ship-board1 ,and haste ye back to your ain countrie1 ,and before that seven years have an end1 ,come back again1 love1 and marry me4 ,but lang ere seven years had an end1 ,she longed full sore her love to see1 ,so she's set her foot on good ship-board1 ,and turned her back on her ain countrie4 ,she saild east1 she saild west1 ,till to fair ,england's shore she came1 ,where a bonny shepherd she espied1 ,was feeding his sheep upon the plain4 ,what news1 what news1 thou bonny shepherd8 ,what news hast thou to tell to me8 ,such news ,i hear1 ladie1 he says1 ,the like was never in this countrie4 ,there is a wedding in yonder hall1 ,and ever the bells ring merrilie2 ,it is ,lord ,beichan's wedding-day ,wi' a lady fair o' high degree4 ,she's putten her hand into her pocket1 ,gi'en him the gold and white monie2 ,hay1 take ye that1 my bonny boy1 ,all for the news thou tell'st to me4 ,when she came to young ,beichan's gate1 ,she tirld saftly at the pin2 ,so ready was the proud porter ,to open and let this lady in4 ,is this young ,beichan's hall1 she said1 ,or is that noble lord within8 ,yea1 he's in the hall among them all1 ,and this is the day o' his weddin4 ,and has he wed anither love8 ,and has he clean forgotten me8 ,and sighin said that ladie gay1 ,i wish ,i were in my ain countrie4 ,and she has ta'en her gay gold ring ,that with her love she brake sae free2 ,says1 ,gie him that1 ye proud porter1 ,and bid the bridegroom speak wi' me4 ,when the porter came his lord before1 ,he kneeled down low upon his knee3 ,what aileth thee1 my proud porter1 ,thou art so full of courtesie8 ,i've been porter at your gates1 ,it's now for thirty years and three2 ,but the lovely lady that stands thereat1 ,the like o' her did ,i never see4 ,for on every finger she has a ring1 ,and on her mid-finger she has three1 ,and meikle gold aboon her brow4 ,sae fair a may did ,i never see4 ,it's out then spak the bride's mother1 ,and an angry woman1 ,i wot1 was she3 ,ye might have excepted our bonny bride1 ,and twa or three of our companie4 ,o hold your tongue1 thou bride's mother1 ,of all your folly let me be2 ,she's ten times fairer nor the bride1 ,and all that's in your companie4 ,and this golden ring that's broken in twa1 ,this half o' a golden ring sends she3 ',ye'll carry that to ,lord ,beichan1' she says1 ',and bid him come an' speak wi' me4' ,she begs one sheave of your white bread1 ,but and a cup of your red wine1 ,and to remember the lady's love ,that last relieved you out of pine4 ,o well-a-day6 said ,beichan then1 ,that ,i so soon have married me6 ,for it can be none but ,susie ,pye1 ,that for my love has sailed the sea4 ,and quickly hied he down the stair2 ,of fifteen steps he made but three2 ,he's ta'en his bonny love in his arms ,and kist and kist her tenderlie4 ,o hae ye ta'en anither bride8 ,and hae ye clean forgotten me8 ,and hae ye quite forgotten her ,that gave you life and libertie8 ,she lookit o'er her left shoulder1 ,to hide the tears stood in her ee3 ,now fare thee well1 young ,beichan1 she says1 ,i'll try to think no more on thee4 ,o never1 never1 ,susie ,pye1 ,for surely this can never be1 ,nor ever shall ,i wed but her ,that's done and dreed so much for me4 ,then out and spak the forenoon bride3 ,my lord1 your love it changeth soon4 ,this morning ,i was made your bride1 ,and another chose ere it be noon4 ,o hold thy tongue1 thou forenoon bride1 ,ye're ne'er a whit the worse for me1 ,and whan ye return to your ain land1 ,a double dower ,i'll send with thee4 ,he's ta'en ,susie ,pye by the milkwhite hand1 ,and led her thro' the halls sae hie1 ,and aye as he kist her red-rose lips1 ,ye're dearly welcome1 jewel1 to me4 ,he's ta'en her by the milkwhite hand1 ,and led her to yon fountain-stane2 ,he's changed her name from ,susie ,pye1 ,and call'd her his bonny love1 ,lady ,jane4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,gilderoy4 ,gilderoy was a bonnie boy1 ,had roses till his shoon1 ,his stockings were of silken soy1 ,wi' garters hanging doun3 ,it was1 ,i ween1 a comely sight1 ,to see sae trim a boy2 ,he was my joy and heart's delight1 ,my winsome ,gilderoy4 ,o sic twa charming e'en he had1 ,a breath as sweet as rose1 ,he never ware a ,highland plaid1 ,but costly silken clothes2 ,he gained the love of ladies gay1 ,nane e'er to him was coy2 ,ah1 wae is me6 ,i mourn this day ,for my dear ,gilderoy4 ,my ,gilderoy and ,i were born ,baith in one toun together1 ,we scant were seven years beforn ,we 'gan to luve each ither2 ,our daddies and our mammies they ,were fill'd wi' meikle joy1 ,to think upon the bridal day ,of me and ,gilderoy4 ,for ,gilderoy1 that luve of mine1 ,gude faith1 ,i freely bought ,a wedding sark of ,holland fine1 ,wi' dainty ruffles wrought2 ,and he gied me a wedding-ring1 ,which ,i received wi' joy2 ,nae lad nor lassie e'er could sing ,like me and ,gilderoy4 ,wi' meikle joy we spent our prime1 ,till we were baith sixteen1 ,and aft we passed the langsam time ,amang the leaves sae green2 ,aft on the banks we'd sit us there1 ,and sweetly kiss and toy2 ,wi' garlands gay wad deck my hair ,my handsome ,gilderoy4 ,o that he still had been content ,wi' me to lead his life6 ,but ah1 his manfu' heart was bent ,to stir in feats of strife4 ,and he in many a venturous deed ,his courage bold wad try2 ,and now this gars my heart to bleed ,for my dear ,gilderoy4 ,and when of me his leave he took1 ,the tears they wat mine e'e2 ,i gied him sic a parting look3 ,my benison gang wi' thee6 ,god speed thee weel1 my ain dear heart1 ,for gane is all my joy2 ,my heart is rent sith we maun part1 ,my handsome ,gilderoy4 ,the ,queen of ,scots possessd nought ,that my luve let me want2 ,for cow and ewe he to me brought1 ,and e'en when they were scant3 ,all these did honestly possess1 ,he never did annoy ,who never failed to pay their cess ,to my luve ,gilderoy4 ,my ,gilderoy1 baith far and near1 ,was fear'd in every toun1 ,and bauldly bare awa' the gear ,of many a lawland loun3 ,for man to man durst meet him nane1 ,he was sae brave a boy2 ,at length with numbers he was ta'en1 ,my winsome ,gilderoy4 ,wae worth the loun that made the laws1 ,to hang a man for gear2 ,to reive of life for sic a cause1 ,as stealing horse or mare6 ,had not these laws been made sae strick1 ,i ne'er had lost my joy1 ,wi' sorrow ne'er had wat my cheek1 ,for my dear ,gilderoy4 ,gif ,gilderoy had done amiss1 ,he might have banished been4 ,ah1 what sair cruelty is this1 ,to hang sic handsome men6 ,to hang the flower o' ,scottish land1 ,sae sweet and fair a boy6 ,nae lady had so white a hand ,as thee1 my ,gilderoy4 ,of ,gilderoy sae 'fraid they were1 ,they bound him meikle strong1 ,to ,edinburgh they took him there1 ,and on a gallows hung3 ,they hung him high aboon the rest1 ,he was sae trim a boy2 ,there died the youth whom ,i lo'ed best1 ,my handsome ,gilderoy4 ,sune as he yielded up his breath1 ,i bare his corpse away1 ,wi' tears that trickled for his death1 ,i wash'd his comely clay2 ,and sicker in a grave sae deep ,i laid the dear-lo'ed boy2 ,and now forever ,i maun weep ,my winsome ,gilderoy4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,bonny ,,barbara ,,allan4 ,it was in and about the ,martinmas time1 ,when the green leaves were a falling1 ,that ,sir ,john ,graeme1 in the ,west ,country1 ,fell in love with ,barbara ,allan4 ,he sent his men down through the town1 ,to the place where she was dwelling3 ,o haste and come to my master dear1 ,gin ye be ,barbara ,allan4 ,o hooly1 hooly rose she up1 ,to the place where he was lying1 ,and when she drew the curtain by1 ,young man1 ,i think you're dying4 ,o it's ,i'm sick1 and very1 very sick1 ,and it's a' for ,barbara ,allan2 ,o the better for me ye's never be1 ,tho your heart's blood were a spilling4 ,o dinna ye mind1 young man1 said she1 ,when ye was in the tavern a drinking1 ,that ye made the healths gae round and round1 ,and slighted ,barbara ,allan8 ,he turned his face unto the wall1 ,and death was with him dealing2 ,adieu1 adieu1 my dear friends all1 ,and be kind to ,barbara ,allan4 ,and slowly1 slowly raise she up1 ,and slowly1 slowly left him1 ,and sighing said1 she could not stay1 ,since death of life had reft him4 ,she had not gane a mile but twa1 ,when she heard the dead-bell ringing1 ,and every jow that the dead-bell gied1 ,it cry'd1 ,woe to ,barbara ,allan6 ,o mother1 mother1 make my bed6 ,o make it saft and narrow6 ,since my love died for me to-day1 ,i'll die for him to-morrow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,gardener4 ,the gard'ner stands in his bower door1 ,wi' a primrose in his hand1 ,and by there cam' a leal maiden1 ,as jimp as a willow wand4 ,o ladie1 can ye fancy me1 ,for to be my bride8 ,ye'se get a' the flowers in my garden1 ,to be to you a weed4 ,the lily white sail be your smock2 ,it becomes your bodie best2 ,your head sail be buskt wi' gilly-flower1 ,wi' the primrose in your breast4 ,your goun sall be the sweet-william2 ,your coat the camovine2 ,your apron o' the sallads neat1 ,that taste baith sweet and fine4 ,your hose sall be the brade kail-blade1 ,that is baith brade and lang2 ,narrow1 narrow at the cute1 ,and brade1 brade at the brawn4 ,your gloves sail be the marigold1 ,all glittering to your hand1 ,weel spread owre wi' the blue blaewort1 ,that grows amang corn-land4 ,o fare ye well1 young man1 she says1 ,fareweil1 and ,i bid adieu2 ,if you can fancy me1 she says1 ,i canna fancy you4 ,sin' ye've provided a weed for me ,amang the simmer flowers1 ,it's ,i'se provide anither for you1 ,amang the winter-showers3 ,the new fawn snaw to be your smock2 ,it becomes your bodie best2 ,your head sall be wrapt wi' the eastern wind1 ,and the cauld rain on your breast4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,etin ,,the ,,forester4 ,lady ,margaret sits in her bower door1 ,sewing her silken seam2 ,she heard a note in ,elmond's wood1 ,and wished she there had been4 ,she loot the seam fa' frae her side1 ,and the needle to her tae1 ,and she is aff to ,elmond's wood ,as fast as she could gae4 ,she hadna pu'd a nut1 a nut1 ,nor broken a branch but ane1 ,till by there cam' a young hynd chiel1 ,says1 ,lady1 lat alane4 ,o why pu' ye the nut1 the nut1 ,or why brake ye the tree8 ,for ,i am forester o' this wood3 ,ye should spier leave at me4 ,i'll spier leave at na living man1 ,nor yet will ,i at thee2 ,my father is king o'er a' this realm1 ,this wood belangs to me4 ,you're welcome to the wood1 ,marg'ret1 ,you're welcome here to me2 ,a fairer bower than e'er you saw4 ,i'll bigg this night for thee4 ,he has bigged a bower beside the thorn1 ,he has fenced it up wi' stane1 ,and there within the ,elmond wood1 ,they twa has dwelt their lane4 ,he kept her in the ,elmond wood1 ,for twelve lang years and mair2 ,and seven fair sons to ,hynd ,etin1 ,did that gay lady bear4 ,it fell out ance upon a day1 ,to the hunting he has gane2 ,and he has ta'en his eldest son1 ,to gang alang wi' him4 ,when they were in the gay greenwood1 ,they heard the mavis sing2 ,when they were up aboon the brae1 ,they heard the kirk bells ring4 ,o ,i wad ask ye something1 father1 ,an' ye wadna angry be6 ,say on1 say on1 my bonny boy1 ,ye'se nae be quarrell'd by me4 ,my mither's cheeks are aft-times weet1 ,it's seldom they are dry2 ,what is't that gars my mither greet1 ,and sob sae bitterlie8 ,nae wonder she suld greet1 my boy1 ,nae wonder she suld pine1 ,for it is twelve lang years and mair1 ,she's seen nor kith nor kin1 ,and it is twelve lang years and mair1 ,since to the kirk she's been4 ,your mither was an ,earl's daughter1 ,and cam' o' high degree1 ,and she might hae wedded the first in the land1 ,had she nae been stown by me4 ,for ,i was but her father's page1 ,and served him on my knee2 ,and yet my love was great for her1 ,and sae was hers for me4 ,i'll shoot the laverock i' the lift1 ,the buntin on the tree1 ,and bring them to my mither hames ,see if she'll merrier be4 ,it fell upon anither day1 ,this forester thought lang2 ,and he is to the hunting gane ,the forest leaves amang4 ,wi' bow and arrow by his side1 ,he took his path alane2 ,and left his seven young children ,to bide wi' their mither at hame4 ,o ,i wad ask ye something1 mither1 ,an ye wadna angry be4 ,ask on1 ask on1 my eldest son2 ,ask ony thing at me4 ,your cheeks are aft-times weet1 mither2 ,you're greetin'1 as ,i can see4 ,nae wonder1 nae wonder1 my little son1 ,nae wonder though ,i should dee6 ,for ,i was ance an ,earl's daughter1 ,of noble birth and fame2 ,and now ,i'm the mither o' seven sons ,wha ne'er gat christendame4 ,he's ta'en his mither by the hand1 ,his six brithers also1 ,and they are on through ,elmond-wood ,as fast as they could go4 ,they wistna weel wha they were gaen1 ,and weary were their feet2 ,they wistna weel wha they were gaen1 ,till they stopped at her father's gate4 ,i hae nae money in my pocket1 ,but jewel-rings ,i hae three2 ,i'll gie them to you1 my little son1 ,and ye'll enter there for me4 ,ye'll gie the first to the proud porter1 ,and he will lat you in2 ,ye'll gie the next to the butler-boy1 ,and he will show you ben4 ,ye'll gie the third to the minstrel ,that's harping in the ha'1 ,and he'll play gude luck to the bonny boy ,that comes frae the greenwood shaw4 ,he gied the first to the proud porter1 ,and he opened and lat him in2 ,he gied the next to the butler-boy1 ,and he has shown him ben2 ,he gied the third to the minstrel ,was harping in the ha'1 ,and he played gude luck to the bonny boy ,that cam' frae the greenwood shaw4 ,now when he cam' before the ,earl1 ,he louted on his knee2 ,the ,earl he turned him round about1 ,and the saut tear blint his e'e4 ,win up1 win up1 thou bonny boy1 ,gang frae my companie2 ,ye look sae like my dear daughter1 ,my heart will burst in three6 ,if ,i look like your dear daughter1 ,a wonder it is nane2 ,if ,i look like your dear daughter1 ,i am her eldest son4 ,o tell me soon1 ye little wee boy1 ,where may my ,margaret be8 ,she's e'en now standing at your gates4 ,and my six brithers her wi'4 ,o where are a' my porter-boys ,that ,i pay meat and fee1 ,to open my gates baith braid and wide1 ,and let her come in to me8 ,when she cam' in before the ,earl1 ,she fell doun low on her knee3 ,win up1 win up1 my daughter dear2 ,this day ye'se dine wi' me4 ,ae bit ,i canna eat1 father1 ,ae drop ,i canna drink1 ,till ,i see ,etin1 my husband dear2 ,sae lang for him ,i think6 ,o where are a' my rangers bold ,that ,i pay meat and fee1 ,to search the forest far and wide1 ,and bring ,hynd ,etin to me8 ,out it speaks the little wee boy3 ,na1 na1 this maunna be2 ,without ye grant a free pardon1 ,i hope ye'll na him see6 ,o here ,i grant a free pardon1 ,well sealed wi' my ain han'2 ,and mak' ye search for ,hynd ,etin1 ,as sune as ever ye can4 ,they searched the country braid and wide1 ,the forest far and near1 ,and they found him into ,elmond-wood1 ,tearing his yellow hair4 ,win up1 win up now1 ,hynd ,etin1 ,win up and boun' wi' me2 ,for we are come frae the castle1 ,and the ,earl wad fain you see4 ,o lat him tak' my head1 he says1 ,or hang me on a tree2 ,for sin' ,i've lost my dear lady1 ,my life's nae worth to me6 ,your head will na be touched1 ,etin1 ,nor sall you hang on tree2 ,your lady's in her father's court1 ,and all he wants is thee4 ,when he cam' in before the ,earl1 ,he louted on his knee3 ,win up1 win up now1 ,hynd ,etin2 ,this day ye'se dine wi' me4 ,as they were at their dinner set1 ,the boy he asked a boon3 ,i wold we were in haly kirk1 ,to get our christendoun4 ,for we hae lived in gude greenwood ,these twelve lang years and ane2 ,but a' this time since e'er ,i mind ,was never a kirk within4 ,your asking's na sae great1 my boy1 ,but granted it sall be3 ,this day to haly kirk sall ye gang1 ,and your mither sall gang you wi'4 ,when she cam' to the haly kirk1 ,she at the door did stan'2 ,she was sae sunken doun wi' shame1 ,she couldna come farther ben4 ,then out it spak' the haly priest1 ,wi' a kindly word spak' he3 ,come ben1 come ben1 my lily-flower1 ,and bring your babes to me4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,lamkin4 ,it's ,lamkin was a mason good ,as ever built wi' stane2 ,he built ,lord ,wearie's castle1 ,but payment gat he nane4 ,o pay me1 ,lord ,wearie1 ,come1 pay me my fee3 ,i canna pay you1 ,lamkin1 ,for ,i maun gang o'er the sea4 ,o pay me now1 ,lord ,wearie1 ,come1 pay me out o' hand3 ,i canna pay you1 ,lamkin1 ,unless ,i sell my land4 ,o gin ye winna pay me1 ,i here sall mak' a vow1 ,before that ye come hame again1 ,ye sall hae cause to rue4 ,lord ,wearie got a bonny ship1 ,to sail the saut sea faem2 ,bade his lady weel the castle keep1 ,ay till he should come hame4 ,but the nourice was a fause limmer ,as e'er hung on a tree2 ,she laid a plot wi' ,lamkin1 ,whan her lord was o'er the sea4 ,she laid a plot wi' ,lamkin1 ,when the servants were awa'1 ,loot him in at a little shot-window1 ,and brought him to the ha'4 ,o where's a' the men o' this house1 ,that ca' me ,lamkin8 ,they're at the barn-well thrashing2 ',twill be lang ere they come in4 ,and where's the women o' this house1 ,that ca' me ,lamkin8 ,they're at the far well washing2 ',twill be lang ere they come in4 ,and where's the bairns o' this house1 ,that ca' me ,lamkin8 ,they're at the school reading2 ',twill be night or they come hame4 ,o where's the lady o' this house1 ,that ca's me ,lamkin8 ,she's up in her bower sewing1 ,but we soon can bring her down4 ,then ,lamkin's tane a sharp knife1 ,that hang down by his gaire1 ,and he has gi'en the bonny babe ,a deep wound and a sair4 ,then ,lamkin he rocked1 ,and the fause nourice she sang1 ,till frae ilka bore o' the cradle ,the red blood out sprang4 ,then out it spak' the lady1 ,as she stood on the stair3 ,what ails my bairn1 nourice1 ,that he's greeting sae sair8 ,o still my bairn1 nourice1 ,o still him wi' the pap6 ,he winna still1 lady1 ,for this nor for that4 ,o still my bairn1 nourice1 ,o still him wi' the wand6 ,he winna still1 lady1 ,for a' his father's land4 ,o still my bairn1 nourice1 ,o still him wi' the bell6 ,he winna still1 lady1 ,till you come down yoursel4 ,o the firsten step she steppit1 ,she steppit on a stane2 ,but the neisten step she steppit1 ,she met him ,lamkin4 ,o mercy1 mercy1 ,lamkin1 ,hae mercy upon me6 ,though you've ta'en my young son's life1 ,ye may let mysel be4 ,o sall ,i kill her1 nourice1 ,or sall ,i lat her be8 ,o kill her1 kill her1 ,lamkin1 ,for she ne'er was good to me4 ,o scour the bason1 nourice1 ,and mak' it fair and clean1 ,for to keep this lady's heart's blood1 ,for she's come o' noble kin4 ,there need nae bason1 ,lamkin1 ,lat it run through the floor2 ,what better is the heart's blood ,o' the rich than o' the poor8 ,but ere three months were at an end1 ,lord ,wearie cam' again2 ,but dowie1 dowie was his heart ,when first he cam' hame4 ,o wha's blood is this1 he says1 ,that lies in the chamer8 ,it is your lady's heart's blood2 ',tis as clear as the lamer4 ,and wha's blood is this1 he says1 ,that lies in my ha'8 ,it is your young son's heart's blood2 ',tis the clearest ava4 ,o sweetly sang the black-bird ,that sat upon the tree2 ,but sairer grat ,lamkin1 ,when he was condemnd to die4 ,and bonny sang the mavis1 ,out o' the thorny brake2 ,but sairer grat the nourice1 ,when she was tied to the stake4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,hugh ,,of ,,lincoln4 ,four and twenty bonny boys ,were playing at the ba'1 ,and up it stands him sweet ,sir ,hugh1 ,the flower amang them a'4 ,he kicked the ba' there wi' his foot1 ,and keppit it wi' his knee1 ,till even in at the ,jew's window ,he gart the bonny ba' flee4 ,cast out the ba' to me1 fair maid1 ,cast out that ba' o' mine4 ,never a bit1 says the ,jew's daughter1 ,till ye come up an' dine4 ,come up1 sweet ,hugh1 come up1 dear ,hugh1 ,come up and get the ba'4 ,i winna come1 ,i mayna come1 ,without my bonny boys a'4 ,she's ta'en her to the ,jew's garden1 ,where the grass grew lang and green1 ,she's pu'd an apple red and white1 ,to wyle the bonny boy in4 ,she's wyled him in through ae chamber1 ,she's wyled him in through twa1 ,she's wyled him into the third chamber1 ,and that was the warst o' a'4 ,she's tied the little boy1 hands and feet1 ,she's pierced him wi' a knife1 ,she's caught his heart's blood in a golden cup1 ,and twinn'd him o' his life4 ,she row'd him in a cake o' lead1 ,bade him lie still and sleep1 ,she cast him into a deep draw-well1 ,was fifty fathom deep4 ,when bells were rung1 and mass was sung1 ,and every bairn went hame1 ,then ilka lady had her young son1 ,but ,lady ,helen had nane4 ,she's row'd her mantle her about1 ,and sair1 sair 'gan she weep2 ,and she ran unto the ,jew's house1 ,when they were all asleep4 ,my bonny ,sir ,hugh1 my pretty ,sir ,hugh1 ,i pray thee to me speak6 ,lady ,helen1 come to the deep draw-well ,gin ye your son wad seek4 ,lady ,helen ran to the deep draw-well1 ,and knelt upon her knee3 ,my bonny ,sir ,hugh1 an ye be here1 ,i pray thee speak to me6 ,the lead is wondrous heavy1 mither1 ,the well is wondrous deep2 ,a keen penknife sticks in my heart1 ,it is hard for me to speak4 ,gae hame1 gae hame1 my mither dear1 ,fetch me my winding-sheet2 ,and at the back o' merry ,lincoln1 ,it's there we twa sall meet4 ,now ,lady ,helen she's gane hame1 ,made him a winding-sheet2 ,and at the back o' merry ,lincoln1 ,the dead corpse did her meet4 ,and a' the bells o' merry ,lincoln ,without men's hands were rung2 ,and a' the books o' merry ,lincoln ,were read without men's tongue3 ,never was such a burial ,sin' ,adam's days begun4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,fair ,,annie4 ,learn to mak' your bed1 ,annie1 ,and learn to lie your lane2 ,for ,i am going ayont the sea1 ,a braw bride to bring hame4 ,wi' her ,i'll get baith gowd and gear1 ,wi' thee ,i ne'er gat nane2 ,i got thee as a waif woman1 ,i'll leave thee as the same4 ,but wha will bake my bridal bread1 ,and brew my bridal ale1 ,and wha will welcome my bright bride1 ,that ,i bring owre the dale8 ,it's ,i will bake your bridal bread1 ,and brew your bridal ale2 ,and ,i will welcome your bright bride1 ,when she comes owre the dale4 ,he set his foot into the stirrup1 ,his hand upon the mane2 ,says1 ,it will be a year and a day1 ,ere ye see me again4 ,fair ,annie stood in her bower door1 ,and looked out o'er the lan'1 ,and there she saw her ain gude lord ,leading his bride by the han'4 ,she's drest her sons i' the scarlet red1 ,hersel i' the dainty green2 ,and tho' her cheek look'd pale and wan1 ,she weel might hae been a queen4 ,she called upon her eldest son2 ,look yonder what ye see1 ,for yonder comes your father dear1 ,your stepmither him wi'4 ,ye're welcome hame1 my ain gude lord1 ,to your halls but and your bowers2 ,ye're welcome hame1 my ain gude lord1 ,to your castles and your towers2 ,sae is your bright bride you beside1 ,she's fairer than the flowers6 ,i thank ye1 ,i thank ye1 fair maiden1 ,that speaks sae courteouslie2 ,if ,i be lang about this house1 ,rewarded ye sall be4 ,o what'n a maiden's that1 she says1 ,that welcomes you and me8 ,she is sae like my sister ,annie1 ,was stown i' the bower frae me4 ,o she has served the lang tables1 ,wi' the white bread and the wine2 ,but ay she drank the wan water1 ,to keep her colour fine4 ,and as she gaed by the first table1 ,she leugh amang them a'2 ,but ere she reach'd the second table1 ,she loot the tears doun fa'4 ,she's ta'en a napkin lang and white1 ,and hung it on a pin2 ,and it was a' to dry her e'en1 ,as she ga'ed out and in4 ,when bells were rung1 and mass was sung1 ,and a' men boun to bed1 ,the bride but and the bonny bridegroom1 ,in ae chamber were laid4 ,she's ta'en her harp intill her hand1 ,to harp this twa asleep2 ,and ay as she harped and as she sang1 ,full sairly did she weep4 ,o seven full fair sons hae ,i born1 ,to the gude lord o' this place2 ,and ,o that they were seven young hares1 ,and them to rin a race1 ,and ,i mysel a gude greyhound1 ,and ,i wad gie them chase6 ,o seven full fair sons hae ,i born ,to the gude lord o' this ha'2 ,and ,o that they were seven rattons ,to rin frae wa' to wa'1 ,and ,i mysel a gude grey cat1 ,and ,i wad worry them a'6 ,my goun is on1 said the new-come bride1 ,my shoon are on my feet2 ,and ,i will to fair ,annie's chamber1 ,and see what gars her greet4 ,o wha was't was your father1 ,annie1 ,and wha was't was your mither8 ,and had ye ony sister1 ,annie1 ,or had ye ony brither8 ,the ,earl o' ,richmond was my father1 ,his lady was my mither1 ,and a' the bairns beside mysel1 ,was a sister and a brither4 ,o weel befa' your sang1 ,annie1 ,i wat ye hae sung in time2 ,gin the ,earl o' ,richmond was your father1 ,i wat sae was he mine4 ,o keep your lord1 my sister dear1 ,ye never were wranged by me2 ,i had but ae kiss o' his merry mouth1 ,as we cam' owre the sea4 ,there were five ships o' gude red gold ,cam' owre the seas wi' me1 ,it's twa o' them will tak' me home1 ,and three ,i'll leave wi' thee4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,laird ,o' ,,drum4 ,the ,laird o' ,drum is a-hunting gane1 ,all in a morning early1 ,and he has spied a weel-faur'd ,may1 ,a-shearing at her barley4 ,my bonny ,may1 my weel-faur'd ,may1 ,o will ye fancy me1 ,o8 ,wilt gae and be the ,leddy o' ,drum1 ,and let your shearing a-be1 ,o8 ,it's ,i winna fancy you1 kind sir1 ,nor let my shearing a-be1 ,o2 ,for ,i'm ower low to be ,leddy ,drum1 ,and your light love ,i'll never be1 ,o4 ,gin ye'll cast aff that goun o' gray1 ,put on the silk for me1 ,o1 ,i'll mak' a vow1 and keep it true1 ,a light love you'll never be1 ,o4 ,my father lie is a shepherd mean1 ,keeps sheep on yonder hill1 ,o1 ,and ye may gae and speer at him1 ,for ,i am at his will1 ,o4 ,drum is to her father gane1 ,keeping his sheep on yon hill1 ,o3 ,i am come to marry your ae daughter1 ,if ye'll gie me your good-will1 ,o4 ,my dochter can naether read nor write1 ,she ne'er was brocht up at scheel1 ,o2 ,but weel can she milk baith cow and ewe1 ,and mak' a kebbuck weel1 ,o4 ,she'll shake your barn1 and win your corn1 ,and gang to kiln and mill1 ,o2 ,she'll saddle your steed in time o' need1 ,and draw aff your boots hersell1 ,o4 ,i'll learn your lassie to read and write1 ,and ,i'll put her to the scheel1 ,o2 ,she shall neither need to saddle my steed1 ,nor draw aff my boots hersell1 ,o4 ,but wha will bake my bridal bread1 ,or brew my bridal ale1 ,o2 ,and wha will welcome my bonnie bride ,is mair than ,i can tell1 ,o4 ,four-and-twenty gentlemen ,gaed in at the yetts of ,drum1 ,o3 ,but no a man has lifted his hat1 ,when the ,leddy o' ,drum cam' in1 ,o4 ,peggy ,coutts is a very bonny bride1 ,and ,drum is big and gawsy2 ,but he might hae chosen a higher match ,than ony shepherd's lassie6 ,then up bespak his brither ,john1 ,says1 ,ye've done us meikle wrang1 ,o2 ,ye've married ane far below our degree1 ,a mock to a' our kin1 ,o4 ,now haud your tongue1 my brither ,john2 ,what needs it thee offend1 ,o8 ,i've married a wife to work and win1 ,and ye've married ane to spend1 ,o4 ,the first time that ,i married a wife1 ,she was far abune my degree1 ,o2 ,she wadna hae walked thro' the yetts o' ,drum1 ,but the pearlin' abune her bree1 ,o1 ,and ,i durstna gang in the room where she was1 ,but my hat below my knee1 ,o6 ,he has ta'en her by the milk-white hand1 ,and led her in himsell1 ,o2 ,and in through ha's and in through bowers1-- ,and ye're welcome1 ,leddy ,drum1 ,o4 ,when they had eaten and well drunken1 ,and a' men boun for bed1 ,o1 ,the ,laird of ,drum and his ,leddy fair1 ,in ae bed they were laid1 ,o4 ,gin ye had been o' high renown1 ,as ye're o' low degree1 ,o1 ,we might hae baith gane doun the street ,amang gude companie1 ,o4 ,i tauld ye weel ere we were wed1 ,ye were far abune my degree1 ,o2 ,but now ,i'm married1 in your bed laid1 ,and just as gude as ye1 ,o4 ,for an ,i were dead1 and ye were dead1 ,and baith in ae grave had lain1 ,o2 ,ere seven years were come and gane1 ,they'd no ken your dust frae mine1 ,o4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,lizie ,,lindsay4 ,will ye gae to the ,hielands1 ,lizie ,lindsay1 ,will ye gae to the ,hielands wi' me8 ,will ye gae to the ,hielands1 ,lizie ,lindsay1 ,and dine on fresh curds and green whey8 ,then out it spak' ,lizie's mither1 ,an' a gude auld leddy was she3 ,gin ye say sic a word to my daughter1 ,i'll gar ye be hangit hie6 ,keep weel your daughter for me1 madam2 ,keep weel your daughter for me4 ,i care as leetle for your daughter ,as ye can care for me6 ,then out spak' ,lizie's ain maiden1 ,an' a bonnie young lassie was she2 ,now gin ,i were heir to a kingdom1 ,awa' wi' young ,donald ,i'd be4 ,o say ye sae to me1 ,nelly8 ,and does my ,nelly say sae8 ,maun ,i leave my father and mither1 ,awa' wi' young ,donald to gae8 ,and ,lizie's ta'en till her her stockings1 ,and ,lizie's taen till her her shoon1 ,and kilted up her green claithing1 ,and awa' wi' young ,donald she's gane4 ,the road it was lang and was weary2 ,the braes they were ill for to climb2 ,bonnie ,lizie was weary wi' travelling1 ,a fit further couldna she win4 ,o are we near hame yet1 dear ,donald8 ,o are we near hame yet1 ,i pray8 ,we're naething near hame1 bonnie ,lizie1 ,nor yet the half o' the way4 ,sair1 ,o sair was she sighing1 ,and the saut tear blindit her e'e3 ,gin this be the pleasures o' luving1 ,they never will do wi' me6 ,now haud your tongue1 bonnie ,lizie2 ,ye never sall rue for me2 ,gie me but your luve for my ain luve1 ,it is a' that your tocher will be4 ,o haud your tongue1 bonnie ,lizie1 ,altho' that the gait seem lang2 ,and you's hae the wale o' gude living ,when to ,kincaussie we gang4 ,my father he is an auld shepherd1 ,my mither she is an auld dey2 ,and we'll sleep on a bed o' green rashes1 ,and dine on fresh curds and green whey4 ,they cam' to a hamely puir cottage2 ,the auld woman 'gan for to say3 ,o ye're welcome hame1 ,sir ,donald1 ,it's yoursell has been lang away4 ,ye mustna ca' me ,sir ,donald1 ,but ca' me young ,donald your son2 ,for ,i hae a bonnie young leddy ,behind me1 that's coming alang4 ,come in1 come in1 bonnie ,lizie1 ,come hither1 come hither1 said he2 ,altho' that our cottage be leetle1 ,i hope we'll the better agree4 ,o mak' us a supper1 dear mither1 ,and mak' it o' curds and green whey2 ,and mak' us a bed o' green rashes1 ,and cover it o'er wi' fresh hay4 ,she's made them a bed o' green rashes1 ,and covered it o'er wi' fresh hay4 ,bonnie ,lizie was weary wi' travelling1 ,and lay till 'twas lang o' the day4 ,the sun looks in o'er the hill-head1 ,an' the laverock is liltin' sae gay2 ,get up1 get up1 bonnie ,lizie1 ,ye've lain till it's lang o' the day4 ,ye might hae been out at the shealin'1 ,instead o' sae lang to lie2 ,and up and helping my mither ,to milk her gaits and her kye4 ,then sadly spak' out ,lizie ,lindsay1 ,she spak' it wi' mony a sigh3 ,the leddies o' ,edinbro' city ,they milk neither gaits nor kye4 ,rise up1 rise up1 bonnie ,lizie1 ,rise up and mak' yoursel' fine2 ,for we maun be at ,kincaussie1 ,before that the clock strikes nine4 ,but when they cam' to ,kincaussie1 ,the porter he loudly doth say1 ,o ye're welcome hame1 ,sir ,donald2 ,it's yoursell has been lang away6 ,it's doun then cam' his auld mither1 ,wi' a' the keys in her han'2 ,saying1 ,tak' ye these1 bonnie ,lizie1 ,for a' is at your comman'4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,katharine ,,janfarie4 ,there was a may1 and a weel-faur'd may4 ,lived high up in yon glen3 ,her name was ,katharine ,janfarie1 ,she was courted by mony men4 ,doun cam' the ,laird o' ,lamington1 ,doun frae the ,south ,countrie2 ,and he is for this bonny lass1 ,her bridegroom for to be4 ,he asked na her father1 he asked na her mither1 ,he asked na ane o' her kin2 ,but he whispered the bonny lassie hersel'1 ,and did her favor win4 ,doun cam' an ,english gentleman1 ,doun frae the ,english border2 ,and he is for this bonnie lass1 ,to keep his house in order4 ,he asked her father1 he asked her mither1 ,and a' the lave o' her kin2 ,but he never asked the lassie hersel' ,till on her wedding-e'en4 ,but she has wrote a lang letter1 ,and sealed it wi' her han'2 ,and sent it away to ,lamington1 ,to gar him understan'4 ,the first line o' the letter he read1 ,he was baith fain and glad2 ,but or he has read the letter o'er1 ,he's turned baith wan and sad4 ,then he has sent a messenger1 ,to rin through a' his land2 ,and four and twenty armed men ,were sune at his command4 ,but he has left his merry men all1 ,left them on the lee2 ,and he's awa' to the wedding-house1 ,to see what he could see4 ,they all rase up to honor him1 ,for he was of high renown2 ,they all rase up to welcome him1 ,and bade him to sit down4 ,o meikle was the gude red wine ,in silver cups did flow2 ,but aye she drank to ,lamington1 ,and fain with him wad go4 ,o come ye here to fight1 young lord8 ,or come ye here to play8 ,or come ye here to drink gude wine ,upon the wedding-day8 ,i come na here to fight1 he said1 ,i come na here to play2 ,i'll but lead a dance wi' the bonny bride1 ,and mount and go my way4 ,he's caught her by the milk-white hand1 ,and by the grass-green sleeve2 ,he's mounted her hie behind himsel'1 ,at her kinsfolk spier'd na leave4 ,it's up1 it's up the ,couden bank1 ,it's doun the ,couden brae2 ,and aye they made the trumpet soun1 ,it's a' fair play6 ,now a' ye lords and gentlemen ,that be of ,england born1 ,come ye na doun to ,scotland thus1 ,for fear ye get the scorn6 ,they'll feed ye up wi' flattering words1 ,and play ye foul play2 ,they'll dress you frogs instead of fish ,upon your wedding-day6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,glenlogie4 ,threescore o' nobles rade to the king's ha'1 ,but bonnie ,glenlogie's the flower o' them a'2 ,wi' his milk-white steed and his bonny black e'e1 ,glenlogie1 dear mither1 ,glenlogie for me6 ,o haud your tongue1 dochter1 ye'll get better than he4 ,o say na sae1 mither1 for that canna be2 ,though ,drumlie is richer1 and greater than he1 ,yet if ,i maun lo'e him1 ,i'll certainly dee4 ,where will ,i get a bonny boy1 to win hose and shoon1 ,will gae to ,glenlogie1 and come again soon8 ,o here am ,i1 a bonny boy1 to win hose and shoon1 ,will gae to ,glenlogie1 and come again soon4 ,when he gaed to ,glenlogie1 'twas ,wash and go dine1 ',twas ,wash ye1 my pretty boy1 wash and go dine4 ,o 'twas ne'er my father's fashion1 and it ne'er shall be mine1 ,to gar a lady's errand wait till ,i dine4 ,but there is1 ,glenlogie1 a letter for thee4 ,the first line he read1 a low smile ga'e he2 ,the next line he read1 the tear blindit his e'e2 ,but the last line he read1 he gart the table flee4 ,gar saddle the black horse1 gar saddle the brown2 ,gar saddle the swiftest steed e'er rade frae the town2 ,but lang ere the horse was brought round to the green1 ,o bonnie ,glenlogie was twa mile his lane4 ,when he cam' to ,glenfeldy's door1 sma' mirth was there2 ,bonnie ,jean's mother was tearing her hair2 ,ye're welcome1 ,glenlogie1 ye're welcome1 said she ,ye're welcome1 ,glenlogie1 your ,jeanie to see4 ,pale and wan was she1 when ,glenlogie gaed ben1 ,but red rosy grew she whene'er he sat down2 ,she turned awa' her head1 but the smile was in her e'e2 ,o binna feared1 mither1 ,i'll maybe no dee4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,get ,,up ,,and ,,bar ,,the ,,door ,it fell about the ,martinmas time1 ,and a gay time it was than1 ,that our gudewife had puddings to mak' ,and she boil'd them in the pan4 ,the wind blew cauld frae east and north1 ,and blew intil the floor2 ,quoth our gudeman to our gudewife1 ,get up and bar the door4 ,my hand is in my hussyskep1 ,gudeman1 as ye may see2 ,an it shou'dna be barr'd this hunder year1 ,it's ne'er be barr'd by me4 ,they made a paction 'tween them twa1 ,they made it firm and sure1 ,that the first word whaever spak1 ,should rise and bar the door4 ,than by there came twa gentlemen1 ,at twelve o'clock at night1 ,whan they can see na ither house1 ,and at the door they light4 ,now whether is this a rich man's house1 ,or whether is it a poor8 ,but ne'er a word wad ane o' them speak1 ,for barring of the door4 ,and first they ate the white puddings1 ,and syne they ate the black3 ,muckle thought the gudewife to hersell1 ,yet ne'er a word she spak4 ,then ane unto the ither said1 ,here1 man1 tak ye my knife2 ,do ye tak aff the auld man's beard1 ,and ,i'll kiss the gudewife4 ,but there's na water in the house1 ,and what shall we do than8 ,what ails ye at the pudding bree ,that boils into the pan8 ,o up then started our gudeman1 ,an angry man was he2 ,will ye kiss my wife before my een1 ,and scaud me wi' pudding bree8 ,o up then started our gudewife1 ,gied three skips on the floor2 ,gudeman1 ye've spak the foremost word2 ,get up and bar the door4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,lawlands ,o' ,,holland4 ,the luve that ,i hae chosen1 ,i'll therewith be content2 ,the saut sea sail be frozen ,before that ,i repent4 ,repent it sall ,i never ,until the day ,i dee2 ,but the ,lawlands o' ,holland ,hae twinned my luve and me4 ,my luve he built a bonny ship1 ,and set her to the main1 ,wi' twenty-four brave mariners ,to sail her out and hame4 ,but the weary wind began to rise1 ,the sea began to rout1 ,and my luve and his bonny ship ,turned withershins about4 ,there sall nae mantle cross my back1 ,no kaim gae in my hair1 ,sall neither coal nor candle-light ,shine in my bower mair2 ,nor sall ,i choose anither luve ,until the day ,i dee1 ,sin' the ,lawlands o' ,holland ,hae twinned my luve and me4 ,noo haud your tongue1 my daughter dear1 ,be still1 and bide content2 ,there are mair lads in ,galloway2 ,ye needna sair lament4 ,o there is nane in ,galloway1 ,there's nane at a' for me4 ,i never lo'ed a lad but ane1 ,and he's drowned i' the sea4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,twa ,,corbies4 ,as ,i was walking all alane1 ,i heard twa corbies making a maen2 ,the tane into the t'ither did say1 ,whaur shall we gang and dine the day8 ,o doun beside yon auld fail dyke1 ,i wot there lies a new-slain knight2 ,nae living kens that he lies there1 ,but his hawk1 his hound1 and his lady fair1 ,his hound is to the hunting gane1 ,his hawk to fetch the wildfowl hame1 ,his lady's ta'en another mate1 ,sae we may mak' our dinner sweet4 ,o we'll sit on his white hause bane1 ,and ,i'll pyke out his bonny blue e'en1 ,wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair1 ,we'll theek our nest when it blaws bare4 ,mony a ane for him makes maen1 ,but nane shall ken whaur he is gane2 ,over his banes when they are bare1 ,the wind shall blaw for evermair4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,helen ,,of ,,kirconnell4 ,i wad ,i were where ,helen lies2 ,night and day on me she cries2 ,o that ,i were where ,helen lies ,on fair ,kirconnell lea6 ,curst be the heart that thought the thought1 ,and curst the hand that fired the shot1 ,when in my arms burd ,helen dropt1 ,and died to succor me6 ,o think na but my heart was sair ,when my ,love dropt down and spak nae mair6 ,i laid her down wi' meikle care ,on fair ,kirconnell lea4 ,as ,i went down the water-side1 ,nane but my foe to be my guide1 ,nane but my foe to be my guide1 ,on fair ,kirconnell lea2 ,i lighted down my sword to draw1 ,i hackd him in pieces sma'1 ,i hackd him in pieces sma'1 ,for her sake that died for me4 ,o ,helen fair1 beyond compare6 ,i'll make a garland of thy hair ,shall bind my heart for evermair ,until the day ,i dee4 ,o that ,i were where ,helen lies6 ,night and day on me she cries2 ,out of my bed she bids me rise1 ,says1 ,haste and come to me6 ,o ,helen fair6 ,o ,helen chaste6 ,if ,i were with thee1 ,i were blest1 ,where thou lies low and takes thy rest ,on fair ,kirconnell lea4 ,i wad my grave were growing green1 ,a winding-sheet drawn ower my een1 ,and ,i in ,helen's arms lying1 ,on fair ,kirconnell lea4 ,i wad ,i were where ,helen lies2 ,night and day on me she cries2 ,and ,i am weary of the skies1 ,since my ,love died for me4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,waly ,,waly4 ,o waly waly up the bank1 ,and waly waly down the brae1 ,and waly waly yon burn-side ,where ,i and my ,love wont to gae6 ,i leant my back unto an aik1 ,i thought it was a trusty tree2 ,but first it bow'd1 and syne it brak1 ,sae my true ,love did lichtly me4 ,o waly waly1 but love be bonny ,a little time while it is new2 ,but when 'tis auld1 it waxeth cauld ,and fades awa' like morning dew4 ,o wherefore should ,i busk my head8 ,or wherefore should ,i kame my hair8 ,for my true ,love has me forsook1 ,and says he'll never loe me mair4 ,now ,arthur-seat sall be my bed2 ,the sheets sall ne'er be prest by me3 ,saint ,anton's well sall be my drink1 ,since my true ,love has forsaken me4 ,marti'mas wind1 when wilt thou blaw1 ,and shake the green leaves aff the tree8 ,o gentle ,death1 when wilt thou come8 ,for of my life ,i am wearie4 ',tis not the frost1 that freezes fell1 ,nor blawing snaw's inclemencie2 ',tis not sic cauld that makes me cry1 ,but my ,love's heart grown cauld to me4 ,when we came in by ,glasgow town ,we were a comely sight to see2 ,my ,love was clad in black velvet1 ,and ,i mysell in cramasie4 ,but had ,i wist1 before ,i kist1 ,that love had been sae ill to win2 ,i had lockt my heart in a case of gowd ,and pinn'd it with a siller pin4 ,and1 ,o6 that my young babe were born1 ,and set upon1 the nurse's knee1 ,and ,i mysell were dead and gane1 ,and the green grass growing over me6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,lord ,,ronald4 ,o where hae ye been1 ,lord ,ronald1 my son1 ,o where hae ye been1 my handsome young man8 ,i hae been to the wild wood2 mother1 make my bed soon1 ,for ,i'm weary wi' hunting1 and fain wald lie down4 ,where gat ye your dinner1 ,lord ,ronald1 my son8 ,where gat ye your dinner1 my handsome young man8 ,i dined wi' my true-love2 mother1 make my bed soon1 ,for ,i'm weary wi' hunting1 and fain wald lie down4 ,what gat ye to your dinner1 ,lord ,ronald1 my son8 ,what gat ye to your dinner1 my handsome young man8 ,i gat eels boil'd in broo'2 mother1 make my bed soon1 ,for ,i'm weary wi' hunting1 and fain wald lie down4 ,what became of your bloodhounds1 ,lord ,ronald1 my son8 ,what became of your bloodhounds1 my handsome young man8 ,o they swell'd and they died2 mother1 make my bed soon1 ,for ,i'm weary wi' hunting1 and fain wald lie down4 ,o ,i fear ye are poison'd1 ,lord ,ronald1 my son6 ,o ,i fear ye are poison'd1 my handsome young man6 ,o yes6 ,i am poison'd6 mother1 make my bed soon1 ,for ,i'm sick at the heart1 and ,i fain wald lie down4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,edward1 ,,edward4 ',why dois your brand sae drap wi bluid1 ,edward1 ,edward8 ,why dois your brand sae drap wi bluid1 ,and why sae sad gang yee ,o8' ',o ,i hae killed my hauke sae guid1 ,mither1 mither1 ,o ,i hae killed my hauke sae guid1 ,and ,i had nae mair bot hee ,o4' ',your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid1 ,edward1 ,edward1 ,your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid1 ,my deir son1 ,i tell thee ,o4' ',o ,i hae killed my reid-roan steid1 ,mither1 mither1 ,o ,i hae killed my reid-roan steid1 ,that erst was sae fair and frie ,o4' ',your steid was auld1 and ye hae gat mair1 ,edward1 ,edward1 ,your steid was auld1 and ye hae gat mair1 ,sum other dule ye drie ,o4' ',o ,i hae killed my fadir deir1 ,mither1 mither1 ,o ,i hae killed my fadir deir1 ,alas1 and wae is mee ,o6' ',and whatten penance wul ye drie for that1 ,edward1 ,edward8 ',and whatten penance wul ye drie for that8 ,my deir son1 now tell me ,o4' ',he set my feit in yonder boat1 ,mither1 mither1 ,he set my feit in yonder boat1 ,and ,he fare ovir the sea ,o4' ',and what wul ye doe wi your towirs and your ha1 ,edward1 ,edward8 ,and what wul ye doe wi your towirs and your ha1 ,that were sae fair to see ,o8' ',ile let thame stand tul they doun fa1 ,mither1 mither1 ,ile let thame stand tul they doun fa1 ,for here nevir mair maun ,i bee ,o4' ',and what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife1 ,edward1 ,edward8 ,and what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife1 ,when ye gang ovir the sea ,o8' ',the warldis room1 late them beg thrae life1 ,mither1 mither1 ,the warldis room1 late them beg thrae life1 ,for thame nevir mair wul ,i see ,o4' ',and what wul ye leive to your ain mither deir1 ,edward1 ,edward8 ,and what wul ye leive to your ain mither deir1 ,my deir son1 now tell me ,o4' ',the curse of hell frae me sall ye beir1 ,mither1 mither1 ,the curse of hell frae me sall ye beir1 ,sic counseils ye gave to me ,o4' 99 99 99 99 99 ,,notes ,,the ,,wee ,,wee ,,man4 ,mainly after ,herd4 ,given also by ,motherwell1 ,buchan1 and ,kinloch1 and in ,caw's ,poetical ,museum4 ,shathmont1 a six inch measure4 ,lap1 leaped4 ,jimp1 neat4 ,,tamlane4 ,mainly after ,aytoun's collated version4 ,stanzas #af-ai1 obtained by ,scott from a gentleman residing near ,langholm1 are too modern in diction to harmonize well with the rest1 but are retained here because of their fidelity to the ancient beliefs of the country folk about fairies4 ,widely varying versions are given in ,johnson's ,museum1 communicated by ,burns1 under title of ,tam ,lin2 in the ,glenriddell ,,ms4 under title of ,young ,tom ,line2 by ,herd1 under title of ,kertonha1 corruption of ,carterhaugh2 by ,motherwell1 under titles of ,young ,tamlin and ,tomaline2 by ,buchan1 under titles of ,tam-a-line and ,tam a-,lin2 and in the ,campbell ,,ms4 under title of ,young ,tam ,lane4 ,there are humorous ,scottish songs1 too1 of ,tam o ,lin1 ,tam o the ,linn1 ,tom a ,lin1 and ,tommy ,linn4 ,the ballad is of respectable antiquity1 the ,tayl of the ,yong ,tamlene and the dance of ,thom of ,lyn being noticed in a work as old as the ,complaynt of ,scotland 7#aedh72 yet it seems to have no ,continental cousins1 but to be strictly of ,scottish origin4 ,it belongs to ,selkirkshire1 whose peasants still point out upon the plain of ,carterhaugh1 about a mile above ,selkirk1 the fairy rings in the grass4 ,preen'd1 decked4 ,gars1 makes4 ,bree1 brow1 ,sained1 baptized1 ,snell1 keen4 ,teind1 tithe4 ,borrow1 ransom4 ,cast a compass1 draw a circle4 ,elrish1 elvish4 ,gin1 if4 ,maik1 mate4 ,aske1 lizard4 ,bale1 fire4 ,but and1 and also4 ,tree1 wood4 ,coft1 bought4 ,,true ,,thomas4 ,mainly after ,scott4 ,this is one of the ballads written down from the recital of the good ,mrs4 ,brown1 to whose admirable memory ballad-lovers are so deeply indebted4 ,it is given in the ,brown ,,ms4 as ,thomas ,rymer and ,queen of ,elfland2 in the ,campbell ,,ms4 as ,thomas the ,rhymer4 ,scott obtained his excellent version from a lady residing not far from ,ercildoune4 ,this ,thomas the ,rhymer1 or ,true ,thomas1 or ,thomas of ,ercildoune1 was a veritable personage1 who dwelt in the village of ,ercildoune situate by ,leader's silver tide some two miles above its junction with the ,tweed4 ,tradition has it that his date was the thirteenth century and his full name ,thomas ,learmont4 ,he was celebrated as poet and prophet1 the rustics believing that his gift of soothsaying was imparted by the ,fairy ,queen1 who kept him with her in ,elfland for seven years1 permitting him then to return to the upper world for a season and utter his oracles1 but presently recalling him to her mysterious court4 ,a fragmentary old poem1 showing probable traces1 as ,jamieson suggests1 of the ,rhymer's own authorship1 tells this famous adventure in language whose antiquated form cannot disguise its sweetness4 ,the melancholy likelihood seems to be that ,true ,thomas was a fibbing ,thomas1 after all1 and invented this story of his sojourn in ,elfland to gain credit for his poetical prophecies1 which claim to have first proceeded from the mouth of the ,fairy ,queen1 when ,scho broghte hym agayne to ,eldone tree1 ,vndir nethe that grenewode spraye2 ,in ,huntlee bannkes es mery to bee1 ,whare fowles synges bothe nyght and daye4 ,ferlie1 wonder4 ,ilka tett1 each lock 7of hair74 ,louted1 bowed4 ,harp and carp1 play and talk4 ,leven1 lawn4 ,stern-light1 star-light4 ,dought1 could4 ,,the ,,elfin ,,knight4 ,after ,aytoun's version framed by collation from copies given by ,motherwell1 ,kinloch1 and ,buchan4 ,these were in the main recovered by recitation1 although there is a broadside copy of the ballad in the ,pepysian collection at ,cambridge4 ,fragments of the story have been handed down in tavern-songs and nursery-rhymes1 and it is to be found1 more or less disguised1 in the literatures of many countries1 ,european and ,asiatic4 ,it is only in our own versions1 however1 that the outwitted knight is a supernatural being1 usually an elf1 though sometimes degenerating into the ,deil4 ,nowhere out of canny ,scotland does his ungallantry debar him from the human ranks4 ,sark1 shirt4 ,gin1 if4 ,tyne1 prong4 ,shear1 reap4 ,bigg1 build4 ,loof1 hollow of the hand4 ,but 7candle1 etc471 without 7candle1 etc47 ,,lady ,,isobel ,,and ,,the ,,elf-,,knight4 ,mainly after ,buchan's version entitled ,the ,water o' ,wearie's ,well1 although it is in another version given by ,buchan1 under title of ,the ,gowans sae ,gay1 that the name of the lady is disclosed1 and the elfin nature of the eccentric lover revealed4 ,in that ballad ,lady ,isobel falls in love with the elf-knight on hearing him blawing his horn1 ,the first morning in ,may1 and this more tuneful version retains in the first two stanzas a fading trace of the fairy element and the magic music1 the bird1 whose song may be supposed to have caused the lady's heartache1 being possibly the harper in elfin disguise4 ,in most of the versions1 however1 the knight is merely a human knave1 usually designated as ,fause ,sir ,john1 and the lady is frequently introduced as ,may ,colven or ,colvin or ,collin or ,collean1 though also as ,pretty ,polly4 ,the story is widely circulated1 appearing in the folk-songs of nearly all the nations of northern and southern ,europe4 ,it has been suggested that the popular legend may be a wild shoot from the story of ,judith and ,holofernes4 ,dowie1 doleful4 ,,tom ,,thumbe4 ,after ,ritson1 with omissions4 ,ritson prints from a manuscript dated #afcj1 the oldest copy known to be extant1 but the story itself can be traced much further back and was evidently a prime favorite with the ,english rustics4 ,the plain1 often doggerel verse1 and the rough1 often coarse humor of this ballad make it appear at striking disadvantage among the ,scottish folk-songs1 essentially poetic as even the rudest of them are4 ,tom ,thumbe1 it must be confessed1 is but a clumsy sort of elf1 and the ballad as a whole can hardly be said to have a fairy atmosphere4 ,yet it is of value as adding to the data for a comparison between the ,english and the ,scottish peasantry1 as throwing light on the fun-loving spirit1 the sports and practical joking of ,merrie ,england1 as showing the tenacity of the ,arthurian tradition1 together with the confusion of chivalric memories1 as displaying the ignorant credulity of the popular mind toward science no less than toward history1 and as illustrating1 by giving us in all this bald1 sing-song run of verses1 here and there a sweet or dainty fancy and at least one stanza of exquisite tenderness and grace1 the significant fact that in the genuine old ,english ballads beauty is not the rule1 but the surprise4 ,counters1 coin-shaped pieces of metal1 ivory1 or wood1 used in reckoning4 ,points1 here probably the bits of tin plate used to tag the strands of cotton yarn with which1 in lieu of buttons1 the common folk fastened their garments4 ,the points worn by the nobles were laces or silken strands ornamented with aiglets of gold or silver4 ,,kempion4 ,after ,allingham's version collated from copies given by ,scott1 ,buchan1 and ,motherwell1 with a touch or two from the kindred ballad ,the ,laidley ,worm of ,spindleston ,heugh4 ,buchan and ,motherwell make the name of the hero ,kemp ,owyne4 ,similar ballads are known in ,iceland and ,denmark1 and the main features of the story appear in both the classic and romantic literatures4 ,weird1 destiny4 ,dree1 suffer4 ,borrowed1 ransomed4 ,arblast bow1 cross-bow4 ,stythe1 place4 ,louted1 bowed4 ,,alison ,,gross4 ,after ,jamieson's version taken from the recitation of ,mrs4 ,brown4 ,child claims that this tale is a variety of ,beauty and the ,beast4 ,lemman1 lover4 ,gar1 make4 ,toddle1 twine4 ,seely ,court1 ,happy ,court or ,fairy ,court4 ,see ,english ,dictionary for changes of meaning in silly4 ,,the ,,wife ,,of ,,usher',s ,,well4 ,after ,scott1 with a stanza or two from ,chambers1 both versions being recovered by recitation4 ,although this is scarcely more than a fragment1 it is well-nigh unsurpassed for genuine ballad beauty1 the mere touches of narrative suggesting far deeper things than they actually relate4 ,martinmas1 the eleventh of ,november4 ,carline wife1 old peasant-woman4 ,fashes1 troubles4 ,birk1 birch4 ,syke1 marsh4 ,sheugh1 trench4 ,channerin'1 fretting4 ,gin1 if4 ,byre1 cow-house4 ,a ,,lyke-,,wake ,,dirge4 ,after ,scott4 ,this dirge belongs to the north of ,england and is said to have been chanted1 in ,yorkshire1 over the dead1 down to about #afbd4 ,lyke-,wake1 dead-watch4 ,sleete1 salt1 it being the old peasant custom to place a quantity of this on the breast of the dead4 ,whinny-muir1 ,furze-moor4 ,a manuscript found by ,ritson in the ,cotton ,library states3 ,when any dieth1 certaine women sing a song to the dead bodie1 recyting the journey that the partye deceased must goe2 and they are of beliefe 7such is their fondnesse7 that once in their lives1 it is good to give a pair of new shoes to a poor man1 for as much as1 after this life1 they are to pass barefoote through a great launde1 full of thornes and furzen1 except by the meryte of the almes aforesaid they have redemed the forfeyte2 for1 at the edge of the launde1 an oulde man shall meet them with the same shoes that were given by the partie when he was lyving2 and1 after he hath shodde them1 dismisseth them to go through thick and thin1 without scratch or scalle4 ,brigg o' ,dread1 ,bridge of ,dread4 ,descriptions of this ,bridge of ,dread are found in various ,scottish poems1 the most minute being given in the legend of ,sir ,owain4 ,compare the belief of the ,mahometan that in his approach to the judgment-seat1 he must traverse a bar of red-hot iron1 stretched across a bottomless abyss1 true believers being upheld by their good works1 while the wicked fall headlong into the gulf4 ,,proud ,,lady ,,margaret4 ,after ,aytoun4 ,the original versions of this ballad1 as given by ,scott1 ,buchan1 ,dixon1 and ,laing1 differ widely4 ,it is known under various titles1 ,the ,courteous ,knight1 ,the ,jolly ,hind ,squire1 ,the ,knicht o ,archerdale1 ,fair ,margret1 and ,jolly ,janet4 ,similar ballads are rife in ,france1 although in these it is more frequently the ghost of a dead lady who admonishes her living lover4 ,wale1 choose4 ,ill-washen feet1 etc41 in allusion to the custom of washing and dressing the dead for burial4 ,feckless1 worthless4 ,pirie's chair remains an unsolved riddle of the ballad1 editors and commentators not being as good at guessing as the ghost4 ,,the ,,twa ,,sisters ,o' ,,binnorie4 ,mainly after ,aytoun4 ,there are many versions of this ballad in ,scotland1 ,england1 ,wales and ,ireland1 varying widely in titles1 refrains1 and indeed in everything save the main events of the story4 ,a broadside copy appeared as early as #afef4 ,ballads on the same subject are very popular among the ,scandinavian peoples1 and traces of the story are found as far away as ,china and ,south ,africa4 ,twined1 parted4 ,make1 mate4 ,gar'd1 made4 ,although ,lockhart would have the burden pronounced ,binnrie1 a more musical effect is secured by following ,jamieson and pronouncing ,binnrie4 ,,the ,,demon ,,lover4 ,after ,scott4 ,buchan has a version under title of ,james ,herries1 the demon being here transformed into a lover who has died abroad and comes in spirit guise to punish his ,jeanie ,douglas for her broken vows4 ,motherwell gives a graphic fragment4 ,ilka1 every1 ,drumly1 dark4 ,won1 dwell4 ,,riddles ,,wisely ,,expounded4 ,mainly after ,motherwell4 ,there are several broadsides1 differing slightly1 of this ballad4 ,riddling folk-songs similar to this in general features have been found among the ,germans and ,russians and in ,gaelic literature4 ,speird1 asked4 ,unco1 uncanny4 ,gin1 if4 ,pies1 magpies4 ,clootie1 see ,burus's ,address to the ,deil4 ,o thou6 whatever title suit thee1 ,auld ,hornie1 ,satan1 ,nick1 or ,clootie1 etc4 ,,sir ,,patrick ,,spens4 ,after ,scott4 ,there are many versions of ,the grand old ballad of ,sir ,patrick ,spence1 as ,coleridge so justly terms it1 the fragment in the ,reliques being un-surpassed among them all for poetic beauty4 ,herd's longer copy1 like several of the others1 runs song-fashion3 ,they had not saild upon the sea ,a league but merely nine1 ,o1 ,when wind and weit and snaw and sleit ,cam' blawin' them behin'1 ,o4 ,motherwell gives the ballad in four forms1 in one of them the skipper being dubbed ,sir ,patrick1 in another ,earl ,patrick1 in another ,young ,patrick1 and in yet another ,sir ,andrew ,wood4 ,jamieson's version puts into ,sir ,patrick's mouth an exclamation that reflects little credit upon his sailor character3 ,o wha is this1 or wha is that1 ,has tald the king o' me8 ,for ,i was never a gude seaman1 ,nor ever intend to be4 ,but with a few such trifling exceptions1 the tone toward the skipper is universally one of earnest respect and sympathy1 the keynote of every ballad being the frank1 unconscious heroism of this gude ,sir ,patrick ,spens4 ,in regard to the foundation for the story1 ,scott maintains that the king's daughter of ,noroway was ,margaret1 known to history as the ,maid of ,norway1 daughter of ,eric1 king of ,norway1 and of ,margaret1 daughter of ,alexander ,,iii4 of ,scotland4 ,this last-named monarch died in #abhe1 the ,maid of ,norway1 his yellow-haired little granddaughter1 being the heiress to his crown4 ,the ,maid of ,norway died1 however1 before she was of age to assume control of her turbulent ,scottish kingdom4 ,scott surmises1 on the authority of the ballad1 that ,alexander1 desiring to have the little princess reared in the country she was to rule1 sent this expedition for her during his life-time4 ,no record of such a voyage is extant1 although possibly the presence of the king is a bold example of poetic license1 and the reference is to an earlier and more disastrous embassy than that finally sent by the ,regency of ,scotland1 after ,alexander's death1 to their young queen1 ,sir ,michael ,scott of wizard fame being at that time one of the ambassadors4 ,finlay1 on the other hand1 places this ballad in the days of ,james ,,iii41 who married ,margaret of ,denmark4 ,here we have historic testimony of the voyage1 but none of the shipwreck1--yet against any one of these theories the natural objection is brought that so lamentable a disaster1 involving so many nobles of the realm1 would hardly be suffered to escape the pen of the chronicler4 ,motherwell1 ,maidment1 and ,aytoun1 relying on a corroborative passage in ,fordun's ,scotichronicon1 hold with good appearance of reason that the ballad pictures what is known as an actual shipwreck1 on the return from ,norway of those ,scottish lords who had escorted thither the bride of ,eric1 the elder ,margaret1 afterward mother of the little ,maid of ,norway4 ,the ballad itself well bears out this theory1 especially in the taunt flung at the ,scottish gallants for lingering too long in nuptial festivities on the inhospitable ,norwegian coast4 ,the date of this marriage was #abha4 ,skeely1 skilful4 ,gane1 sufficed4 ,half-fou1 half-bushel4 ,gurly1 stormy4 ,,the ,,batte ,,of ,,otterburne4 ,after ,scott4 ,there are several ,scottish versions of this spirit-stirring ballad1 and also an ,english version1 first printed in the fourth edition of the ,reliques4 ,the ,english ballad1 naturally enough1 dwells more on the prowess of ,percy and his countrymen in the combat than on their final discomfiture4 ,a vivid account of the battle of ,otterburne may be found in ,froissart's ,chronicles4 ,in brief1 it was a terrible slaughter brought about by the eager pride and ambition of those two hot-blooded young chieftains1 ,james1 ,earl of ,douglas1 and the redoubtable ,harry ,percy4 ,yet the generosity of the leaders and the devoted loyalty of their men throw a moral splendor over the scene of bloodshed4 ,in the year #achh ,douglas1 at the head of three thousand ,scottish spears1 made a raid into ,northumberland and1 before the walls of ,newcastle1 engaged ,percy in single combat1 capturing his lance with the attached pennon4 ,douglas retired in triumph1 brandishing his trophy1 but ,hotspur1 burning with shame1 hurriedly mustered the full force of the ,marches and1 following hard upon the ,scottish rear1 made a night attack upon the camp of ,douglas at ,otterbnrne1 about twenty miles from the frontier4 ,then ensued a moonlight battle1 gallant and desperate1 fought on either side with unflinching bravery1 and ending in the defeat of the ,english1 ,percy being taken prisoner4 ,but the ,scots bought their glory dear by the loss of their noble leader1 who1 when the ,english troops1 superior in number1 were gaining ground1 dashed forward with impetuous courage1 cheering on his men1 and cleared a way with his swinging battle-axe into the heart of the enemy's ranks4 ,struck down by three mortal wounds1 he died in the midst of the fray1 urging with his failing breath these last requests upon the little guard of kinsmen who pressed about him3 ,first1 that yee keep my death close both from our owne folke and from the enemy2 then1 that ye suffer not my standard to be lost or cast downe2 and last1 that ye avenge my death1 and bury me at ,melrosse with my father4 ,if ,i could hope for these things1 he added1 ,i should die with the greater contentment2 for long since ,i heard a prophesie that a dead man should winne a field1 and ,i hope in ,god it shall be ,i4 ,lammas-tide1 the first of ,august4 ,muirmen1 moorinen4 ,harried1 plundered4 ,the tane1 the one4 ,fell1 skin4 7,the inference is that ,percy was rescued by his men47 ,gin1 if4 ,burn1 brook4 ,kale1 broth4 ,fend1 sustain4 ,bent1 open field4 ,petitions1 tents 7pavilions74 ,branking1 prancing4 ,wargangs1 wagons4 ,ayont1 beyond4 ,hewmont1 helmet4 ,smakkit1 smote4 ,bracken1 fern4 ,,the ,,hunting ,,of ,,the ,,cheviot4 ,after ,hearne1 who first printed it from a manuscript in the ,ashmolean collection at ,oxford4 ,it was next printed in the ,reliques1 under title of ,chevy-,chase1--a title now reserved for the later and inferior broadside version which was singularly popular throughout the seventeenth century and is still better known than this far more spirited original4 ,with regard to the subject of this ballad1--to quote from ,bishop ,percy1--although it has no countenance from history1 there is room to think it had originally some foundation in fact4 ,it was one of the laws of the ,marches1 frequently renewed between the nations1 that neither party should hunt in the other's borders1 without leave from the proprietors or their deputies4 ,there had long been a rivalship between the two martial families of ,percy and ,douglas1 which1 heightened by the national quarrel1 must have produced frequent challenges and struggles for superiority1 petty invasions of their respective domains1 and sharp contests for the point of honour2 which would not always be recorded in history4 ,something of this kind1 we may suppose1 gave rise to the ancient ballad of the ,hunting o' the ,cheviat4 ,percy1 ,earl of ,northumberland1 had vowed to hunt for three days in the ,scottish border1 without condescending to ask leave from ,earl ,douglas1 who was either lord of the soil1 or lord warden of the ,marches4 ,douglas would not fail to resent the insult1 and endeavour to repel the intruders by force2 this would naturally produce a sharp conflict between the two parties2 something of which1 it is probable1 did really happen1 though not attended with the tragical circumstances recorded in the ballad3 for these are evidently borrowed from the ,battle of ,otterbourn1 a very different event1 but which aftertimes would easily confound with it4 ,the date of the ballad cannot1 of course1 be strictly ascertained4 ,it was considered old in the middle of the sixteenth century1 being mentioned in ,the ,complaynt of ,scotland 7#aedh7 among the sangis of natural music of the antiquite4 ,not much can be said for its natural music1 yet despite its roughness of form and enviable inconsistencies of spelling1 it has always found grace with the poets4 ,rare ,ben ,jonson used to say that he would rather have been the author of ,chevy ,chase than of all his works2 ,addison honored the broadside version with two critiques in the ,spectator2 and ,sir ,philip ,sidney1 though lamenting that the ballad should be so evil apparrelled in the dust and cobwebs of that uncivill age1 breaks out with the ingenuous confession3 ,i never heard the olde song of ,percy and ,duglas that ,i found not my heart mooved more then with a trumpet1 and yet is it sung but by some blinde crouder1 with no rougher voice then rude stile4 ,mauger1 despite4 ,let1 hinder4 ,meany1 company4 ,shyars1 shires4 ,bomen1 bowmen4 ,byckarte1 moved quickly1 rattling their weapons4 ,bent1 open field4 ,aras1 arrows4 ,wyld1 wild creatures1 as deer4 ,shear1 swiftly4 ,grevis1 groves4 ,glent1 glanced1 flashed by4 ,oware off none1 hour of noon4 ,mart1 death-signal 7as used in hunting47 ,quyrry1 quarry1 slaughtered game4 ,bryttlynge1 cutting up4 ,wyste1 knew4 ,byll and brande1 axe and sword4 ,glede1 live coal4 ,the ton1 the one4 ,yerle1 earl4 ,cars1 curse4 ,nam1 name4 ,wat1 wot1 know4 ,sloughe1 slew4 ,byddys1 abides4 ,wouche1 injury4 ,ost1 host4 ,suar1 sure4 ,many a doughete the garde to dy1 many a doughty 7knight7 they caused to die4 ,basnites1 small helmets4 ,myneyeple1 maniple 7of many folds71 a coat worn under the armor4 ,freyke1 warrior4 ,swapte1 smote4 ,myllan1 ,milan4 ,hight1 promise4 ,spendyd1 grasped 7spanned74 ,corsiare1 courser4 ,blane1 halted4 ,dynte1 stroke4 ,halyde1 hauled4 ,stour1 press of battle4 ,dre1 endure4 ,hinde1 gentle4 ,hewyne in to1 hewn in two4 ,the mayde them byears1 they made them biers4 ,makys1 mates4 ,carpe off care1 tell of sorrow4 ,march perti1 the ,border district4 ,lyff-tenant1 lieutenant4 ,weal1 clasp4 ,brook1 enjoy4 ,quyte1 avenged4 ,that tear begane this spurn1 that wrong caused this retaliation4 ,reane1 rain4 ,ballys bete1 sorrows amend4 ,,edom ,o' ,,gordon4 ,after ,aytoun4 ,this ballad was first printed at ,glasgow1 #agee1 as taken down by ,sir ,david ,dalrymple from the recitation of a lady1 and was afterwards inserted--interpolated and corrupted1 says the unappeasable ,ritson--in ,percy's ,reliques4 ,ritson himself published a genuine and ancient copy from a manuscript belonging apparently to the last quarter of the sixteenth century and preserved in the ,cotton ,library4 ,the ballad is known under two other titles1 ,captain ,car and ,the ,burning o' ,london ,castle4 ,notwithstanding this inexactitude in names1 the ballad has an historical basis4 ,in #aega ,adam ,gordon1 deputy-lieutenant of the ,north of ,scotland for ,queen ,mary1 was engaged in a struggle against the clan ,forbes1 who upheld the ,reformed ,faith and the ,king's party4 ,gordon was successful in two sharp encounters1 but what glory and renown he obtained of these two victories1 says the contemporary ,history of ,king ,james the ,sixth1 was all cast down by the infamy of his next attempt2 for immediately after this last conflict he directed his soldiers to the castle of ,towie1 desiring the house to be rendered to him in the ,queen's name2 which was obstinately refused by the lady1 and she burst forth with certain injurious words4 ,and the soldiers being impatient1 by command of their leader1 ,captain ,ker1 fire was put to the house1 wherein she and the number of twenty-seven persons were cruelly burnt to the death4 ,martinmas1 the eleventh of ,november4 ,hauld1 stronghold4 ,toun1 enclosed place4 ,buskit1 made ready4 ,light1 alighted4 ,but and1 and also4 ,dree1 suffer4 ,but an1 unless4 ,wude1 mad4 ,dule1 pain4 ,reek1 smoke4 ,nourice1 nurse4 ,jimp1 slender4 ,row1 roll4 ,tow1 throw4 ,busk and boun1 up and away4 ,freits1 ill omens4 ,lowe1 blaze4 ,wichty1 sturdy4 ,bent1 field4 ,teenfu'1 sorrowful4 ,wroken1 avenged4 ,,kinmont ,,willie4 ,after ,scott4 ,this dashing ballad appeared for the first time in the ,border ,minstrelsy1 having been preserved by tradition1 says ,scott1 on the ,west ,borders1 but much mangled by reciters1 so that some conjectural emendations have been absolutely necessary to render it intelligible4 ,the facts in the case seem to be that in #aeif ,salkeld1 deputy of ,lord ,scroope1 ,english ,warden of the ,west ,marches1 and ,robert ,scott1 for the ,laird of ,buccleuch1 ,keeper of ,liddesdale1 met on the border line for conference in the interest of the public weal4 ,the truce1 that on such occasions extended from the day of the meeting to the next day at sunset1 was this time violated by a party of ,english soldiers1 who seized upon ,william ,armstrong of ,kinmonth1 a notorious freebooter1 as he1 attended by but three or four men1 was returning from the conference2 and lodged him in ,carlisle ,castle4 ,the ,laird of ,buccleuch1 after treating in vain for his release1 raised two hundred horse1 surprised the castle and carried off the prisoner without further ceremony4 ,this exploit the haughty ,queen of ,england esteemed a great affront and stormed not a little against the bauld ,buccleuch4 ,haribee1 the place of execution at ,carlisle4 ,liddel-rack1 a ford on the ,liddel4 ,reiver1 robber4 ,hostelrie1 inn4 ,lawing1 reckoning4 ,garr'd1 made4 ,basnet1 helmet4 ,curch1 cap4 ,lightly1 set light by4 ,low1 blaze4 ,splent on spauld1 armor on shoulder4 ,woodhouselee1 a house belonging to ,buccleuch1 on the ,border4 ,herry1 harry1 spoil4 ,corbie1 crow4 ,wons1 dwells4 ,lear1 lore4 ,row-footed1 rough-footed7874 ,spait1 flood4 ,garr'd1 made4 ,stear1 stir4 ,coulters1 ploughshares4 ,forehammers1 the large hammers that strike before the small1 sledgehammers4 ,fley'd1 frightened4 ,spier1 inquire4 ,hente1 caught4 ,maill1 rent4 ,airns1 irons4 ,wood1 mad4 ,furs1 furrows4 ,trew1 trust4 ,,king ,,john ,,and ,,the ,,abbot ,,of ,,canterbury4 ,after ,percy1 who printed from an ancient black-letter copy4 ,there are three other broadside versions of this popular ballad extant1 and at least one older version has been lost4 ,similar riddle-stories are to be found in almost all ,european literatures4 ,there is nothing in this ballad save the name of ,king ,john1 with his reputation for unjust and high-handed dealing1 that can be called traditional4 ,deere1 harm4 ,stead1 place4 ,st4 ,bittel1 ,st4 ,botolph7874 ,,robin ,,hood ,,rescuing ,,the ,,widow',s ,,three ,,sons4 ,after ,ritson1 who has collected in two volumes the ballads of ,robin ,hood4 ,this is believed to be one of the oldest of them all4 ,a concise introduction to the ,robin ,hood ballads is given by ,mr4 ,hales in the ,percy ,folio ,,ms4 vol4 i4 ,this legendary king of ,sherwood ,forest is more rightfully the hero of ,english song than his splendid rival1 the ,keltic ,king ,arthur1 whose name1 a ghost1 ,streams like a cloud1 man-shaped1 from mountain peak1 ,and cleaves to cairn and cromlech still4 ,yet there is scarcely less doubt as to the actual existence of a flesh-and-blood ,robin ,hood than there is as to the actual existence of a flesh-and-blood ,king ,arthur4 ,but let ,history look to her own2 ,literature need have no scruple in claiming both the archer-prince of outlaws and the blameless king of the ,table ,round4 ,robber chieftain or democratic agitator1 romantic invention or ,odin-myth1 it is certain that by the fourteenth century ,robin ,hood was a familiar figure in ,english balladry4 ,we have our first reference to this generous-hearted rogue of the greenwood1 who is supposed by ,ritson to have lived from #aafj to #abdg1 in ,langlande's ,piers ,ploughman 7#acfb74 ,there are brief notices of the popular bandit in ,wyntoun's ,scottish ,chronicle 7#adbj71 ,fordun's ,scotichronicon 7#adej71 and ,mair's ,historia ,majoris ,brittaniae 7#aeba74 ,famous literary allusions occur in ,latimer's ,sixth ,sermon before ,edward ,,vi4 7#aedh71 in ,drayton's ,polyolbion 7#afac71 and ,fuller's ,worthies of ,england 7#affb74 ,the ,robin ,hood ballads illustrate to the full the rough and heavy qualities1 both of form and thought1 that characterize all our ,english folk-songs as opposed to the ,scottish4 ,we feel the difference instantly when a minstrel from over the ,border catches up the strain3 ,there's mony ane sings o'grass1 o'grass1 ,and mony ane sings o'corn2 ,and mony ane sings o',robin ,hood1 ,kens little whar' he was born4 ,it was na' in the ha'1 the ha'1 ,nor in the painted bower2 ,but it was in the gude greenwood1 ,amang the lily flower4 ,yet these rude ,english ballads have just claims on our regard4 ,they stand our feet squarely upon the basal rock of ,saxon ethics1 they breathe a spirit of the sturdiest independence1 and they draw1 in a few strong strokes1 so fresh a picture of the joyous1 fearless life led under the green shadows of the deer-haunted forest by that memorable band1 bold ,robin and ,little ,john1 ,friar ,tuck and ,george a ,green1 ,will ,scarlett1 ,midge the ,miller's ,son1 ,maid ,marian and the rest1 that we gladly succumb to a charm recognized by ,shakespeare himself3 ,they say he is already in the forest of ,arden1 and a many merry men with him2 and there they live like the old ,robin ,hood of ,england2 they say many young gentlemen flock to him every day1 and fleet the time carelessly1 as they did in the golden world4--,as ,you ,like ,it4 ,,robin ,,hood ,,and ,,allin ,a ,,dale4 ,after ,ritson4 ,this ballad is first found in broadside copies of the latter half of the seventeenth century4 ,lin41 pause4 ,,robin ,,hood',s ,,death ,,and ,,burial4 ,after ,ritson1 who made his version from a collation of two copies given in a ,york garland4 ,,annie ,,of ,,lochroyan4 ,after ,aytoun1 who improves on ,jamieson's version4 ,this beautiful ballad is given in varying forms by ,herd1 ,scott1 ,buchan1 and others4 ,lochroyan1 or ,loch ,ryan1 is a bay on the south-west coast of ,scotland4 ,jimp1 slender4 ,gin1 if4 ,greet1 cry4 ,tirl'd1 rattled4 ,but and1 and also4 ,warlock1 wizard4 ,sinsyne1 since then4 ,hooly1 slowly4 ,deid1 death4 ,syne1 then4 ,,lord ,,thomas ,,and ,,fair ,,annet4 ,after ,aytoun1 who adds to the first twenty-four stanzas of the copy given in the ,reliques a concluding fourteen taken from ,jamieson's ,sweet ,willie and ,fair ,annie4 ,the unfortunate lady elsewhere figures as ,the ,nut-,brown ,bride and ,fair ,ellinor4 ,there are ,norse ballads which relate something akin to the same story4 ,gif1 if4 ,rede1 counsel4 ,owsen1 oxen4 ,billie1 an affectionate term for brother4 ,byre1 cow-house4 ,fadge1 clumsy woman4 ,sheen1 shoes4 ,tift1 whiff4 ,gin1 if4 ,cleiding1 clothing4 ,bruik1 enjoy4 ,kist1 chest4 ,lee1 lonesome4 ,till1 to4 ,dowie1 doleful4 ,sark1 shroud4 ,but and1 and also4 ,birk1 birch4 ,,the ,,banks ,,of ,,yarrow4 ,after ,allingham's collated version4 ,there are many renderings of this ballad1 which ,scott declares to be a great favorite among the peasantry of the ,ettrick forest1 who firmly believe it founded on fact4 ,the river ,yarrow1 so favored of the poets1 flows through a valley in ,selkirkshire and joins the ,tweed above the town of ,selkirk4 ,the ,tennies is a farm below the ,yarrow kirk4 ,lawing1 reckoning4 ,dawing1 dawn4 ,marrow1 mate4 ,dowie1 doleful4 ,leafu'1 lawful4 ,binna1 be not4 ,,the ,,douglas ,,tragedy4 ,after ,scott4 ,this ballad is likewise known under titles of ,earl ,brand1 ,lady ,margaret and ,the ,child of ,ell4 ,danish1 ,swedish1 ,norwegian and ,icelandic ballads relate a kindred story1 and the incident of the intertwining plants that spring from the graves of hapless lovers1 occurs in the folk-lore of almost all peoples4 ,bugelet1 a small bugle4 ,dighted1 strove to stanch4 ,plat1 intertwined4 ,,fine ,,flowers ,i' ,,the ,,valley4 ,after ,aytoun1 his version1 though taken down from recitation1 being in reality a compound of ,herd's and ,jamieson's4 ,aytoun claims that this is perhaps the most popular of all the ,scottish ballads1 being commonly recited and sung even at the present day4 ,different refrains are often employed1 and the ballad is frequently given under title of ,the ,cruel ,brother4 ,stories similar to this are found in the balladry of both northern and southern ,europe4 ,marrow1 mate4 ,close1 avenue leading from the door to the street4 ,loutiny1 bowing4 ,its lane1 alone4 ,,the ,,gay ,,goss-,,hawk4 ,mainly after ,motherwell1 although his version is entitled ,the ,jolly ,goshawk4 ,the epithet ,gay has the sanction of ,scott and ,jamieson4 ,buchan gives a rendering of this ballad under title of ,the ,scottish ,squire4 ,whin1 furze4 ,bigly1 spacious4 ,sark1 shroud4 ,claith1 cloth4 ,steeking1 stitching4 ,gar'd1 made4 ,chive1 morsel4 ,skaith1 harm4 ,,young ,,redin4 ,after ,allingham's collated copy4 ,there are many versions of this ballad1 the hero being variously known as ,young ,hunting1 ,earl ,richard1 ,lord ,william1 ,lord ,john and ,young ,redin4 ,birl'd1 plied4 ,douk1 dive4 ,weil-head1 eddy4 ,linn1 the pool beneath a cataract4 ,brin1 burn4 ,balefire1 bonfire4 ,,willie ,,and ,,may ,,margaret4 ,after ,allingham's copy framed by collating ,jamieson's fragmentary version with ,buchan's ballad of ,the ,drowned ,lovers4 ,stour1 wild4 ,pot1 a pool in a river4 ,dowie den1 doleful hollow4 ,tirled1 rattled4 ,sleeked1 fastened4 ,brae1 hillside4 ,sowm1 swim4 ,minnie1 affectionate term for mother4 ,,young ,,beichan4 ,mainly after ,jamieson1 his version being based upon a copy taken down from the recitation of the indefatigable ,mrs4 ,brown and collated with a manuscript and stall copy1 both from ,scotland1 a recited copy from the ,north of ,england1 and a short version picked off an old wall in ,piccadilly4 ,of this ballad of ,young ,beichan there are numerous renderings1 the name of the hero undergoing many variations1--,bicham1 ,brechin1 ,beachen1 ,bekie1 ,bateman1 ,bondwell--and the heroine1 although ,susie ,pye or ,susan ,pye in ten of the fourteen versions1 figuring also as ,isbel1 ,essels1 and ,sophia4 ,it was probably an ,english ballad at the start1 but bears the traces of the ,scottish minstrels who were doubtless prompt to borrow it4 ,there is likelihood enough that the ballad was originally suggested by the legend of ,gilbert ,becket1 father of the great archbishop2 the story running that ,becket1 while a captive in ,holy ,land1 plighted his troth to the daughter of a ,saracenic prince4 ,when the crusader had made good his escape1 the lady followed him1 inquiring her way to ,england and to ,london1 where she wandered up and down the streets1 constantly repeating her lover's name1 ,gilbert1 the third and last word of ,english that she knew1 until finally she found him1 and all her woes were put to flight by the peal of wedding bells4 ,termagant1 the name given in the old romances to the ,god of the ,saracens4 ,pine1 pain4 ,sheave1 slice4 ,but and1 and also4 ,dreed1 endured4 ,,gilderoy4 ,after the current version adapted from the original by ,sir ,alexander ,halket or his sister1 ,lady ,elizabeth ,wardlaw1 the composer of ,hardyknute4 ,there is extant a black-letter broadside printed in ,england as early as #afej1 and the ballad appears in several miscellanies of later date4 ,the reviser added the sixth1 seventh1 and eighth stanzas4 ,it is mortifying to learn that this winsome ,gilderoy --the name1 properly ,gillie roy1 signifying in ,gaelic the red-haired lad--was in reality one ,patrick ,mac-,gregor1 who was hanged at the cross of ,edinburgh1 #afch1 as a common cateran or free-booter4 ,that the romantic element in the ballad so outweighs the historical1 must account for its classification here4 ,soy1 silk4 ,cess1 black-mail4 ,gear1 property4 ,,bonny ,,barbara ,,allan4 ,after the version given in ,ramsay's ,tea-,table ,miscellany and followed by ,herd1 ,ritson1 and others4 ,percy prints with this in the ,reliques a longer1 but poorer copy4 ,in ,pepys's ,diary1 ,jan4 #b1afff1 occurs an allusion to the little ,scotch song of ,barbary ,alien4 ,gin1 if4 ,hooly1 slowly4 ,jow1 knell4 ,,the ,,gardener4 ,after ,kinloch4 ,buchan gives a longer1 but less valuable version4 ,jimp1 slender4 ,weed1 dress4 ,camorine1 camomile4 ,kail-blade1 cabbage-leaf4 ,cute1 ankle4 ,brawn1 calf4 ,blaewort1 witch bells4 ,,etin ,,the ,,forester4 ,collated4 ,no single version of this ballad is satisfactory1 not ,kinloch's fine fragment1 ,hynde ,etin1 nor ,buchan's complete but inferior version1 ,young ,akin1 nor the modernized copy1 ,young ,hastings1 communicated by ,buchan to ,motherwell4 ,earlier and better renderings of the ballad have doubtless been lost4 ,in the old ,scottish speech1 an ,etin signified an ogre or giant1 and although the existing versions show but faint traces of a supernatural element1 it is probable that the original character of the story has been changed by the accidents of tradition1 and that the ,etin was at the outset in line with such personages as ,arnold's ,forsaken ,merman4 ,in the beautiful kindred ballads which abound in the ,norse and ,german literatures1 the ,etin is sometimes represented by a merman1 though usually by an elf-king1 dwarf-king1 or hill-king4 ,hind chiel1 young stripling4 ,spier1 ask4 ,bigg1 build4 ,their lane1 alone4 ,brae1 hillside4 ,gars1 makes4 ,greet1 weep4 ,stown1 stolen4 ,laverock1 lark4 ,lift1 air4 ,buntin'1 blackbird4 ,christendame1 christening4 ,ben1 in4 ,shaw1 forest4 ,louted1 bowed4 ,boun'1 go4 ,,lamkin4 ,after ,jamieson4 ,the many versions of this ballad show an unusually small number of variations4 ,the name1 though occurring in the several forms of ,lambert ,linkin1 ,lamerlinkin1 ,rankin1 ,belinkin1 ,lankyn1 ,lonkin1 ,balcanqual1 most often appears as ,lamkin or ,lammikin or ,lambkin1 being perhaps a nick-name given to the mason for the meekness with which he had borne his injuries4 ,this would explain the resentful tone of his inquiries on entering the house4 ,nourice1 nurse4 ,limmer1 wretch4 ,shot-window1 projecting window4 ,gaire1 edge of frock4 ,ilka1 each4 ,bore1 crevice4 ,greeting1 crying4 ,dowie1 doleful4 ,chamer1 chamber4 ,lamer1 amber4 ,ava'1 of all4 ,,hugh ,,of ,,lincoln4 ,mainly after ,jamieson4 ,percy gives a version of this famous ballad under title of ,the ,jew's ,daughter1 and ,herd and ,motherwell1 as well as ,jamieson1 have secured copies from recitation4 ,the general view that this ballad rests upon an historical basis has but slender authority behind it4 ,matthew ,paris1 never too reliable as a chronicler1 says that in #abee the ,jews of ,lincoln1 after their yearly custom1 stole a little ,christian boy1 tortured and crucified him1 and flung him into a pit1 where his mother found the body4 ,this is in all probability one of the many cruel slanders circulated against the ,jews during the ,middle ,ages1 to reconcile the ,christian conscience to the ,christian maltreatment of that long-suffering race4 ,such stories are related of various mediaeval innocents1 in various lands and centuries1 and may be classed together1 until better evidence to the contrary presents itself1 as malicious falsehood4 ,this ballad should be compared1 of course1 with ,chaucer's ,prioresses ,tale4 ,keppit1 caught4 ,gart1 made4 ,twinn'd1 deprived4 ,row'd1 rolled4 ,ilka1 each4 ,gin1 it4 ,,fair ,,annie4 ,mainly after ,jamieson's version entitled ,lady ,jane4 ,jamieson gives another copy1 where the heroic lady is known as ,burd ,helen1 but ,scott1 ,motherwell1 ,kinloch1 ,buchan1 and others agree on the name ,fair ,annie4 ,the pathetic beauty of the ballad has secured it a wide popularity4 ,there are ,danish1 ,swedish1 ,dutch1 and ,german versions4 ,but ,fair ,annie's fortunes have not only been charmingly sung1 says ,professor ,child4 ,they have also been exquisitely told in a favorite lay of ,marie de ,france1 ',le ,lai del ,freisne4' ,this tale of ,breton origin is three hundred years older than any manuscript of the ballad4 ,comparison will1 however1 quickly show that it is not the source either of the ,english or of the ,low ,german and ,scandinavian ballad4 ,the tale and the ballads have a common source1 which lies further back1 and too far for us to find4 ,your lane1 alone4 ,braw1 finely dressed4 ,gear1 goods4 ,but and1 and also4 ,stown1 stolen4 ,leugh1 laughed4 ,loot1 let4 ,gars1 makes4 ,greet1 weep4 ,,the ,,laird ,o' ,,drum4 ,after ,aytoun's collated version4 ,copies obtained from recitation are given by ,kinloch and ,buchan4 ,the eccentric ,laird o' ,drum was an actual personage1 who1 in the seventeenth century1 mortified his aristocratic relatives and delighted the commons by marrying a certain ,margaret ,coutts1 a woman of lowly rank1 his first wife having been a daughter of the ,marquis of ,huntly4 ,the old shepherd speaks in the ,aberdeen dialect4 ,weel-faur'd1 well-favored4 ,gin1 if4 ,speer1 ask4 ,kebbuck1 cheese4 ,yetts1 gates4 ,gawsy1 portly4 ,but the pearlin' abune her bree1 without the lace above her brow4 ,,lizie ,,lindsay4 ,after ,jamieson4 ,complete copies are given by ,buchan and ,whitelaw1 also4 ,till1 to4 ,braes1 hills4 ,fit1 foot4 ,gin1 if4 ,tocher1 dowry4 ,gait1 way4 ,wale1 choice4 ,dey1 dairy-woman4 ,laverock1 lark4 ,liltin'1 carolling4 ,shealin'1 sheep-shed4 ,gaits and kye1 goats and cows4 ,,katharine ,,janfarie4 ,mainly after ,motherwell's version entitled ,catherine ,johnstone4 ,other renderings are given by ,scott1 ,maidment1 and ,buchan4 ,in ,scott's version the name of the ,english suitor is ,lord ,lochinvar1 and both name and story the thieving poet has turned1 as everybody knows1 to excellent account4 ,the two closing stanzas here seem to betray the hand of an ,english balladist4 ,weel-faur'd1 well-favored4 ,lave1 rest4 ,spier'd1 asked4 ,brae1 hill4 ,,glenlogie4 ,after ,smith's version in the ,scottish ,minstrel1--a book wherein great liberties1 ,motherwell claims1 have been taken with ancient lays4 ,a rough but spirited version is given by ,sharpe1 and a third by ,buchan4 ,gar1 make4 ,his lane1 alone4 ,,get ,,up ,,and ,,bar ,,the ,,door4 ,after ,herd4 ,this ballad appears1 too1 in ,johnson's ,museum and ,ritson's ,scottish ,songs4 ,martinmas1 the eleventh of ,november4 ,intil1 into4 ,hussyskep1 house-keeping4 ,bree1 broth4 ,scaud1 scald4 ,,the ,,lawlands ,o' ,,holland4 ,after ,herd4 ,another version1 longer and poorer1 occurs in ,johnson's ,museum4 ,withershins1 the wrong way4 ,twinned1 parted4 ,,the ,,twa ,,corbies4 ,after ,scott1 who received it from ,mr4 ,c4 ,k4 ,sharpe1 as written down1 from tradition1 by a lady4 ,this seems to be the ,scottish equivalent of an old ,english poem1 ,the ,three ,ravens1 given by ,ritson in his ,ancient ,songs4 ,corbies1 ravens4 ,fail1 turf4 ,kens1 knows4 ,hause1 neck4 ,pyke1 pick4 ,theek1 thatch4 ,,helen ,,of ,,kirconnel4 ,after ,scott4 ,other versions are given by ,herd1 ,ritson1 and ,jamieson4 ,there is said to be a traditional basis for the ballad1 and the grave of the lovers1 ,adam ,fleming and ,helen ,irving 7or ,helen ,bell71 is still pointed out in the churchyard of ,kirconnell1 near ,springkell4 ,burd1 lady4 ,,waly ,,waly4 ,after ,ramsay1 being first published in the ,tea-,table ,miscellany4 ,these touching and tender stanzas have been pieced by ,chambers into the patchwork ballad1 ,lord ,jamie ,douglas1 but evidently it is not there that they belong4 ,waly1 a cry of lamentation4 ,brae1 hillside4 ,burn1 brook4 ,syne1 then4 ,lichtly1 slight4 ,busk1 adorn4 ,marti'mas1 ,november4 ,fell1 bitterly4 ,cramasie1 crimson4 ,,lord ,,ronald4 ,after ,scott's version entitled ,lord ,randal4 ,scott adopts this name because he thinks the ballad may originally have had reference to the death of ,thomas ,randolph1 or ,randal1 ,earl of ,murray1--a theory which ,allingham1 with more justice than mercy1 briefly disposes of as mere antiquarian moonshine4 ,in point of fact the ballad recounts an old1 old story1 told in many literatures1 ,italian1 ,german1 ,dutch1 ,swedish1 ,danish1 ,magyar1 ,wendish1 ,bohemian1 ,catalan4 ,the ,english offshoot takes on a bewildering variety of forms4 7,see ,introduction1 pp4 xiii1 xiv47 ,broo'1 broth4 ,,edward1 ,,edward4 ,after ,percy1 the ballad having made its first appearance in the ,reliques4 ,motherwell gives an interesting version1 in which the murderer1 who in this case has slain his brother1 is addressed as ,son ,davie4 ,there are ,german1 ,swedish1 ,danish and ,finish equivalents4 ,the old orthography1 which is retained here for its literary interest1 cannot obscure the tragic power of the ballad4 ,frie1 free4 ,dule ye drie1 grief ye suffer4 ,tul1 till4