English and Scottish Ballads Novel Chapters
List of most recent chapters published for the English and Scottish Ballads novel. A total of 329 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 : English and Scottish Ballads.Volume I.by Various.PREFACE.These volumes have been compile
English and Scottish Ballads.Volume I.by Various.PREFACE.These volumes have been compiled from the numerous collections of Ballads printed since the beginning of the last century. They contain all but two or three of the _ancient_ ballads of England and S
- 229 Robin Hood took the fryer on his backe, Deepe water he did bestride, And spake neither good word nor bad, Till he came at the other side.Lightly leapt the fryer off Robin Hoods backe; 65 Robin Hood said to him againe, "Carry me over this water, thou curt
- 228 96, me.ROBIN HOOD RESCUING THE THREE SQUIRES PROM NOTTINGHAM GALLOWS."This song, and its tune, as the editor is informed by his ingenious friend, Edward Williams, the Welsh bard, are well known in South Wales, by the name of _Marchog Glas_, _i.e._ Green
- 227 But I will * * 3 squires * * * * * *_cetera desunt_.8. By proposing, that is, to make an exchange of clothes, the bargain being so much to the advantage of the old man. JAMIESON.27, _i.e._ I shall easily bare my head, in reverence to the sheriff, &c.33. N
- 226 "Fight on, fight on," said Robin Hood then, "This game well pleaseth me;" 50 For every blow that Robin gave, The beggar gave buffets three.And fighting there full hard and sore, Not far from Nottingham town, They never fled, till from Robin Hoods head
- 225 At last Kits oke caught Robin a stroke, 85 That made his head to sound; He staggerd, and reelde, till he fell on the fielde, And the trees with him went round."Now holde your handes," cried Little John, And soe said Scarlett eke; 90 "Our maister is sla
- 224 "I am content, thou shepherd swain, Fling them down on the ground; But it will breed thee mickle pain, 35 To win my twenty pound.""Come draw thy sword, thou proud fellow, Thou standest too long to prate; This hook of mine shall let thee know, A coward
- 223 "Let me see that warrant," said Robin Hood, 45 "Ile see if it bee right; And I will do the best I can For to take him this night."That will I not," the tinker said, "None with it I will trust; 50 And where hee is if you'll not tell, Take him by for
- 222 Then Robin Hood he unbuckled his belt, 45 And laid down his bow so long; He took up a staff of another oke graff, That was both stiff and strong."I'le yield to thy weapon," said jolly Robin, "Since thou wilt not yield to mine; 50 For I have a staff of
- 221 Then Robin Hood stept to a thicket of trees, 45 And chose him a staff of ground oak; Now this being done, away he did run To the stranger, and merrily spoke: "Lo! see my staff, it is l.u.s.ty and tough, Now here on the bridge we will play; 50 Whoever fal
- 220 ROBIN HOODS DELIGHT: Or, a merry combat fought between Robin Hood, Little John, and Will Scarelock, and three stout keepers in Sheerwood Forrest.Robin was valiant and stout, So was Scarelock and John in the field, But these keepers stout did give them rou
- 219 All this beheard three wighty yeomen,[L9]'Twas Robin Hood, Scarlet and John; 10 With that they espy'd the jolly pinder, As he sat under a thorn."Now turn again, turn again," said the pinder, "For a wrong way you have gone; For you have forsaken the k
- 218 He said, "Brave gentlemen, be good, And let the poor man be; 140 When ye have taken a beggar's blood, It helps you not a flea."It was but in my own defence, If he hath gotten skaith; But I will make a recompense, 145 Much better for you baith."If ye w
- 217 The beggar smil'd, and answer made, "Far better let me be; 70 Think not that I will be afraid For thy nip crooked tree."Or that I fear thee any whit For thy curn nips of sticks; I know no use for them so meet 75 As to be pudding-p.r.i.c.ks."Here I def
- 216 The King has ta'en Robin by the hand, And bade him nothing dread, 230 But quit for aye the gude grene-wood, And come to the court wi' speed.The King has ta'en White Lilly's son, And set him on his knee; Says, "Gin ye live to wield a brand, 235 My bow
- 215 When Rose the Red, and White Lilly, Saw their twa loves were gane, Sune did they drop the loud loud sang, Took up the still mourning.And out then spake her White Lilly; 45 "My sister, we'll be gane: Why suld we stay in Barnisdale, To mourn our bour with
- 214 Then John he took Guyes bow in his hand, 225 His boltes and arrowes eche one: When the sheriffe saw Little John bend his bow, He fettled him to be gone.Towards his house in Nottingham towne He fled full fast away, 230 And soe did all the companye, Not one
- 213 "Stand you still, master," quoth Litle John, "Under this tree so grene, And I will go to yond wight yeoman, To know what he doth meane." 40 "Ah! John, by me thou settest noe store, And that I farley finde: How offt send I my men beffore, And tarry my
- 212 He prayed the people that was there, That they would styll stande, 250 "For he that shooteth for such a wager, Behoveth a stedfast hand."Muche people prayed for Cloudesle, That hys lyfe saved myght be, And whan he made hym redy to shote, 255 There was m
- 211 The[y] sayed, "Lord, we beseche the here, That ye wyll graunt us grace, For we haue slaine your fat falow der, In many a sondry place." 80 "What be your nam[e]s?" then said our king, "Anone that you tell me: They sayd, "Adam Bel, Clim of the Clough,
- 210 92. Here the old edition adds,-- 'Redy the justice for to chaunce', (chase, C.) 93, Copland omits good.94, will.102, an, C.105, thre.108, sedes.115, then.121, brethen.122, togyder, C.127, sede.132, made many a herte.134, on, C.139, was myd, R.140, had,
- 209 They lowsed their arrowes both at once,[L105] 105 Of no man had they dread; The one hyt the justice, the other the sheryfe, That both theyr sides gan blede.[L108]All men voyded, that them stode nye, When the justice fell downe to the grounde, 110 And the
- 208 18. And that.41, your.50, In woulde.62, spende.71, fore.74, saye. _Percy reads_, Of scarlate and of graine.85, shop. _Percy reads_ back window.88, great full great.91, Gy.122, was on.130, gon.174, there.201, Cyerlel.[THE SECOND FIT.]And when they came to
- 207 Lyghtly let in thyne owne husbande, Wyllyam of Cloudesle.""Alas!" then sayde fayre Alyce, 45 And syghed wonderous sore, "Thys place hath ben besette for you, Thys half yere and more.""Now am I here," sayde Cloudesle, "I woulde that I in were:--[L5
- 206 11, 12. "This alludes to the usual issue of winter robes from the king's wardrobe to the officers of his household."HUNTER.15, had, Ritson.16. Another had full sone, W.44. Lefte never one, W.49, lughe, W.74, ferre, W.75, commended for, C.135. The littl
- 205 186. A wys, W. For that shall be his fyne, C.192, good whyte, W. lilly white, C.234. Your, Ritson.246. And therto sent I me, W.THE EIGHTH FYTTE."Haste thou ony grene cloth," sayd our kynge, "That thou wylte sell now to me?""Ye, for G.o.d," sayd Roby
- 204 "I have layne at Notyngham, 105 This fourtynyght with our kynge, And spent I have full moche good, On many a grete lordynge."And I have but forty pounde, No more than have I me; 110 But yf I had an hondred pounde, I would geve it to the."[L112]Robyn to
- 203 Robyn bent a good bowe, An arrowe he drewe at his wyll, He hyt so the proud sheryf, Upon the ground he lay full styll.And or he myght up aryse, 125 On his fete to stonde, He smote of the sheryves hede, With his bryght bronde."Lye thou there, thou proude
- 202 "And moche [I] thanke the of thy comfort, 125 And of thy curteysye, And of thy grete kyndenesse, Under the grene wode tre."I love no man in all this worlde So much as I do the; 130 For all the proud sheryf of Notyngham, Ryght here shalt thou be."Shyt t
- 201 Thus than holpe hym good Robyn, The knyght all of his care:[L302]G.o.d, that sytteth in heven hye,[L303]Graunte us well to fare.19, such, W.54, you, W. Make you yonder preste, C.77, yemen, C.80, Lytell Johan. O. CC.108, them bothe, O. CC.136, to, W.149, n
- 200 "And she was a borowe," sayd Robyn, "Betwene a knyght and me, 130 Of a lytell money that I hym lent, Under the grene wode tree."And yf thou hast that sylver ibroughte, I pray the let me se; And I shall helpe the eftsones, 135 Yf thou have nede of me.
- 199 6, shote, W.10, he sleste, W.19, thou wast, C. wast thou, Wh.20, wane, Ch. & M. wan, R.41. He, Ritson. Ge. W. f. G.o.d.70, Ch. & M. open.121, hyed, C.150, whyle, W.163, syght, W. sightes, C.183, wo the worth, W.232, ye, Ch. & M. the, R.241, have, R. hathe
- 198 The butler was full uncurteys, There he stode on flore; He sterte to the b.u.t.tery, And shet fast the dore.Lytell Johan gave the buteler such a rap, 65 His backe yede nygh on two; Tho he lyved an hundreth wynter, The wors he sholde go.He sp.o.r.ned the d
- 197 "Be mery, dame," sayd the knyght, "And praye for Robyn Hode, "That ever his soule be in blysse; 185 He holpe me out of my tene; Ne had not be his kyndenesse, Beggers had we ben."The abbot and I acordyd ben, He is served of his pay, 190 The good yeman
- 196 "And to the abbot of that place Foure hondred pounde I must pay; And but I be there upon this nyght 15 My londe is lost for ay."The abbot sayd to his covent, There he stode on grounde, "This day twelfe moneth came there a knyght And borowed foure hondr
- 195 "Nay, by hym that me made, And shope both sonne and mone; Fynde a better borowe," sayd Robyn, 255 "Or mony getest thou none.""I have none other," sayd the knyght, "The sothe for to say, But yf it be our dere lady, She fayled me never or this day."
- 194 Hys hode hangynge over hys eyen two, He rode in symple aray; 90 A soryer man than he was one Rode never in somers-day.Lytell Johan was curteyse, And set hym on his kne: "Welcome be ye, gentyll knyght, 95 Welcome are you to me."Welcome be thou to grene w
- 193 A good bowe in his hond, A brod arewe therine, And fowre and xx goode arwys Trusyd in a thrumme. 40 "Be war the, war the, Gandeleyn, Herof thu xalt han summe: "Be war the, war the, Gandeleyn, Herof thu gyst plente.""Euere on for an other," seyde Gand
- 192 Come, all you brave gallants, and listen awhile, _With hey down, down, an a down_, That are in the bowers within; For of Robin Hood, that archer good, A song I intend for to sing.Upon a time it chanced so, 5 Bold Robin in forrest did 'spy A jolly butcher
- 191 "Her het ys merey to be," seyde Roben,[L251]"For a man that had hawt to spende; Be mey horne we schall awet Yeff Roben Hode be ner hande."[L254]Roben set hes horne to hes mowthe,[L255] 255 And blow a blast that was foll G.o.d, That herde hes men that
- 190 67, a caward.69, A.76, seyde hels.77, went yemen.78, thes.MS. 90, yemerey.97, grat.100, yede.109-112. These lines stand in the MS. in the order 3, 2, 1, 4.113-116. This stanza is wrongly placed in the MS. after v. 96. It should he either in the place wher
- 189 ROBIN HOOD AND THE POTTER.From Ritson's _Robin Hood_, i. 81. "This curious, and hitherto unpublished, and even unheard of old piece," remarks that editor, "is given from a ma.n.u.script among Bishop More's collections, in the Public Library of the Un
- 188 "G.o.d yow saue, my lege kyng,"To speke Johne was fulle bolde; 215 He gaf hym the letturs in his hond, The kyng did hit unfold.The kyng red the letturs anon, And seid, "so mot I the, Ther was neuer zoman in mery Inglond 220 I longut so sore to see."Wh
- 187 "Off alle my mery men," seid Robyne, 35 "Be my feithe I wil non haue; But Litulle Johne shall beyre my bow Til that me list to drawe."Thou shalle beyre thin own," seid Litulle Jon,[L39]"Maister, and I wil beyre myne, 40 And we wille shete a peny,"
- 186 English and Scottish Ballads.Volume V.by Francis James Child.BOOK V.ROBIN HOOD.There is no one of the royal heroes of England that enjoys a more enviable reputation than the bold outlaw of Barnsdale and Sherwood.His chance for a substantial immortality is
- 185 Shee walkes under the prison walls, Where her true love doth lye and languish in distresse; Most wofully for foode he calls, When hunger did his heart oppresse. 160 He sighs and sobs and makes great moane: "Farewell," hee said, "sweete England, now for
- 184 329, _i. e._ he made use of a charm for that purpose.THE MERCHANT'S DAUGHTER OF BRISTOW.From Collier's _Book of Roxburghe Ballads_, p. 104."This narrative ballad, which is full of graceful but unadorned simplicity, is mentioned in Fletcher's _Monsieur
- 183 When Tom Pots came home again, 225 To try for his love he had but a week; For sorrow, G.o.d wot, he need not care, For four days that he fel sick.With that his master to him came, Says, "Pray thee, Tom Pots, tell me if thou doubt Whether thou hast gotten
- 182 Alas! the lady her fondness must leave, 45 And all her foolish wooing lay aside; The time is come her friends have appointed, That she must be Lord Phenix bride.With that the lady began to weep; She knew not well then what to say, 50 How she might Lord Ph
- 181 "What aileth you, my daughter, Janet, You look sae pale and wan? 10 There is a dreder in your heart, Or else ye love a man.""There is no dreder in my heart, Nor do I love a man; But it is for your long byding 15 Into the land of Spain.""Ye'll cast a
- 180 CHIL ETHER.From Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 228.Chil Ether and Lady Maisry Were baith born at ae birth; They lov'd each other tenderlie, Boon every thing on earth."They ley likes na the summer shower, 5 Nor girse the mornin' dew,
- 179 Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, p. 131.The Provost's dochter went out a walking, _A may's love whiles is easie won_; She heard a puir prisoner making his meane, And she was the fair flow'r o' Northumberland."Gif onie ladie wad borrow me 5 Out
- 178 There dwall my min and daddie O; And sweet Countess, I'm nothing less Than King o' the Gipsy laddies O." 40 She pull'd off her high heel'd shoes,-- They were made of Spanish leather O,-- She put on her Highland brogues, To follow the Gipsy laddie O.A
- 177 "Now whar's the lady?" says Jock o' Noth, "Sae fain I would her see;""She's lock'd up in her ain chamber, The king he keeps the key."So they hae gane before the king, 145 With courage bauld and free; Their armour bright cast sic a light, That al
- 176 "The hielands 'll be for thee, my dear, The hielands will be for thee; To the l.u.s.ty Laird o' Linlyon 15 A-married ye shall be."When they cam to Linlyon's yetts, And licht.i.t on the green, Every ane spak Ea.r.s.e to her,-- The tears cam trickling
- 175 YOUNG CHILD DYRING. See p. 29.Translated from the _Kj[oe]mpeviser_, in _Ill.u.s.trations of Northern Antiquities_, p. 335.It was the young Child Dyring, Wi' his mither rede did he: "I will me out ride Sir Magnus's bride to see."_His leave the page tak
- 174 His hall was hung wi' silk and satin, His table rung wi' mirth and glee; He soon forgot the lady fair, That lows'd him out o' slaverie. 100 Lord Beichan courted a lady gay, To heir wi' him his lands sae free, Ne'er thinking that a lady fair Was on h
- 173 Robene answerit her agane: 25 "I wait nocht quhat is luve, Bot I haif mervell in certaine, Quhat makis the this wanrufe; The weddir is fair, and I am fane, My scheip gois haill aboif, 30 And we wald play us in this plane, They wald us bayth reproif.""R
- 172 "I cannot against her unkindly exclaim, _O willow, &c._ Cause once well I loved her, and honoured her name._O willow, &c._ 40 _Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland._ "The name of her sounded so sweete in mine eare, _O willow, &c._ It rays'd my
- 171 The harlot, all this s.p.a.ce, Did him oft embrace; 110 She flatters him, and thus doth say: "For thee Ile dye and live, For thee my faith Ile give, No wo shall work my love's decay; Thou shalt be my treasure, 115 Thou shalt be my pleasure, Thou shalt b
- 170 The princess, armed by him, And by true desire, Wandering all that night, Without dread at all, Still unknown, she past 45 In her strange attire, Coming at the last Within echo's call."You fair woods," quoth she, "Honoured may you be, 50 Harbouring my
- 169 "Well in worth I could endure extremity, 65 For I could find in heart to lose my life for thee.""Courteous lady, be contented; Here comes all that breeds the strife; I in England have already A sweet woman to my wife: 70 I will not falsifie my vow for
- 168 Thus, the 13th verse is partly quoted in _Romeo and Juliet_, A. ii.sc. 1: "Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid."Again in _Love's Labour's Lost_, (printed in 1598,) A. i. sc. 2._Arm._ Is there not a ballad,
- 167 Gentle heardsman, tell to me, Of curtesy I thee pray, Unto the towne of Walsingham Which is the right and ready way."Unto the towne of Walsingham 5 The way is hard for to be gon; And verry crooked are those pathes For you to find out all alone."Weere th
- 166 "If this be true thou tell'st to me I'll make thee lord of high degree; But if thy words do prove a lie, Thou shall be hang'd up presently." 100 But when the king the truth had found, His joys did more and more abound: According as the old man did sa
- 165 _"When first our king his fame did advance, And sought his t.i.tle in delicate France, In many places great perils past he, But then was not born my pretty Bessee._ _"And at those wars went over to fight, 85 Many a brave duke, a lord, and a knight, And
- 164 "If that thou wilt marry with me," quoth the knight, "I'll make thee a lady with joy and delight; 50 My heart is enthralled in thy fair beauty, Then grant me thy favour, my pretty Bessee."The gentleman said, "Come marry with me, In silks and in velv
- 163 9, to.28, they.30, Soe.35, cause.50. Wherfore.v. 98, Whan.v. 152, Shul.200, bed, Wright.v. 230, That, womanhod.238, c.u.m.v. 253, yet is.v. 310, Of them I wolde be one. Percy MS.THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON.From _Reliques of Ancient English Poetry
- 162 We owe the preservation of this beautiful old ballad to _Arnold's Chronicle_, of which the earliest edition is thought to have been printed in 1502. In Laneham's account of Elizabeth's visit to Kenilworth, the _Nut-brown Maid_ is mentioned as a book by
- 161 But had I wist, before I kiss'd, That love had been sae ill to win, I'd lock'd my heart in a case of gold, 35 And pin'd it with a silver pin.Oh, oh, if my young babe were born, And set upon the nurse's knee, And I my sell were dead and gane!For a mai
- 160 _Balow, my boy, &c._ I was too cred'lous at the first, 30 To yield thee all a maiden durst; Thou swore for ever true to prove, Thy faith unchang'd, unchang'd thy love; But quick as thought the change is wrought, Thy love's no mair, thy promise nought.
- 159 "I'll go to bed to my Johnie Faw, I'll go to bed to my dearie; 30 For I vow and I swear by the fan in my hand, That my lord shall nae mair come near me."I'll mak a hap to my Johnie Faw, I'll mak a hap to my dearie; And he's get a' the coat gaes ro
- 158 "Then hoist up your sails, brave captain, Let's be jovial and free; I'll to Northumberland, and heir my estate, Then my dear Jeany I'll see."He soon came to Castle-Gordon, 105 And down upon the green; The porter gave out with a loud shout, "Here com
- 157 "Ye've done no wrong, my bonny boy, 65 Ye've done no wrong, my caddie;"Wi' hat in hand he bowed low, Gave the letter to the rantin' laddie.When young Aboyne looked the letter on, O but he blinkit bonny; 70 But ere he read four lines on end, The tear
- 156 The gard'ner stands in his bouer door, Wi' a primrose in his hand, And bye there cam a leal maiden, As jimp as a willow wand; And bye there cam a leal maiden, As jimp as a willow wand."O ladie can ye fancy me, 5 For to be my bride; Ye'se get a' the f
- 155 "Why weep ye by the tide, lady? 25 Why weep ye by the tide?How blythe and happy might he be Gets you to be his bride!Gets you to be his bride, fair maid, And him I'll no bemean; 30 But when I take my words again, Whom call ye Hazelgreen?"What like a ma
- 154 GLASGOW PEGGY.From recitation, in Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, p. 174.Other copies are printed in Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 155, (_Donald of the Isles_,) Sharpe's _Ballad Book_, p. 40, (and Chambers's _Popular Rhymes_,
- 153 Then out spak Lizie Lindsay, The tear blindit her eye; "The ladies o' Edinburgh city They neither milk gaits nor kye." 70 Then up spak young Sir Donald, * * * * * *"For I am the laird o' Kincawsyn, And you are the lady free; And * * * * *LIZZIE LINDS
- 152 He's ta'en his true love by the hand, 175 He led her up the plain: "Have you any more of your English dogs You want for to have slain?"He put a little horn to his mouth, He blew 't baith loud and s.h.i.+ll; 180 And honour is into Scotland gone, In sp
- 151 JOHNIE SCOT.The edition of this ballad here printed was prepared by Motherwell from three copies obtained from recitation, (_Minstrelsy_, p. 204.) Other versions have been published in Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, p. 78, Buchan's _Ballads of th
- 150 The boy he ran o'er muir and dale, As fast as he could flee; 90 And e'er the sun was twa hours hight, The boy was at Dundee.Whan Johnie lookit the letter on, A hearty laugh leuch he; But ere he read it till an end, 95 The tear blinded his e'e."O wha i
- 149 CATHERINE JOHNSTONE.Obtained from recitation, in the West of Scotland. Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, p. 225.There was a la.s.s, as I heard say, Liv'd low doun in a glen; Her name was Catherine Johnstone, Weel known to many men.Doun came the laird o' Lamin
- 148 From Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, ii. 268."Hynd Horn fair, and Hynd Horn free, O where were you born, in what countrie?""In gude greenwood, there I was born, And all my forbears me beforn."O seven years I served the king, 5 And as for w
- 147 HYND HORN.Those metrical romances, which in the chivalrous ages, const.i.tuted the most refined pastime of a rude n.o.bility, are known in many cases to have been adapted for the entertainment of humbler hearers, by abridgment in the form of ballads. Such
- 146 English and Scottish Ballads.Volume IV.by Various.YOUNG BEICHAN AND SUSIE PYE.An inspection of the first hundred lines of Robert of Gloucester's _Life and Martyrdom of Thomas Beket_, (edited for the Percy Society by W. H. Black, vol. xix,) will leave no
- 145 Whan she cam to the king's court, She rappit wi' a ring; Sae ready was the king himsel'To lat the lady in."Gude day, gude day, my liege the king, 55 Gude day, gude day, to thee;""Gude day," quo' he, "my lady fair, What is't ye want wi' me?""T
- 144 And gladness through the palace spread, Wi' mickle game and glee; And blythe were a' for fair Annie, Her bridal day to see. 180 And now untill her father's land This young bride she is gane; And her sister Annie's youngest son She hame wi' her has ta
- 143 SKI[OE]N ANNA; FAIR ANNIE, See p. 191.Translated in Jamieson's _Popular Ballads_, ii. 103, from Syv's _Kj[oe]mpe Viser_. See another copy in Nyerup's _Danske Viser_, iv. 59.The reivers they wad a stealing gang, To steal sae far frae hame; And stown ha
- 142 "O hold thy hand, thou savage moor, 105 To hurt her do forbear, Or else be sure, if I do live, Wild horses shall thee tear."With that the rogue ran to the wall, He having had his will, 110 And brought one child under his arm, His dearest blood to spill.
- 141 "This ballad is given from an old black-letter copy in the Pepys Collection, collated with another in the British Museum, H. 263, folio.It is there ent.i.tled, _The Lady Isabella's Tragedy, or the Step-Mother's Cruelty; being a relation of a lamentable
- 140 "It had been gude for my wife, father, To me she'd born a son; He would have got my land an' rents, 35 Where they lie out an' in."It had been gude for my wife, father, To me she'd born an heir; He would have got my land an' rents, Where they lie fi
- 139 JOHN THOMSON AND THE TURK.From Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, Appendix, p. ix. The same in Buchan's collection, ii. 159.John Thomson fought against the Turks Three years, intill a far countrie; And all that time, and something mair, Was absent from his gay
- 138 Her gowns seem'd like green, like green, Her kirtle o' the pa'; A siller wand intill her hand, She marshall'd ower them a'.She gae every knight a lady bright, 35 And every squire a may; Her own sell chose him, Livingston, They were a comely tway.Then
- 137 Yes, mother dear, I am here, I know I have staid very long; But a little penknife was stuck in my heart, Till the stream ran down full strong.And mother dear, when you go home, 45 Tell my playfellows all, That I lost my life by leaving them When playing t
- 136 "I'm not deceived," Queen Marie said, "No, no, indeed, not I! 10 So Marie mild, where is the child?For sure I heard it cry."She turned down the blankets fine, Likewise the Holland sheet, And underneath, there strangled lay 15 A lovely baby sweet."O
- 135 In it came her mother dear, 65 I wyte a sorry woman was she; "I wou'd gie my white monie and gowd, O bonny Jean, to borrow thee.""Borrow me mother, borrow me,-- O borrow'd shall I never be; 70 For I gart kill my ain gude lord, And life's now nae ple
- 134 From Richardson's _Borderer's Table-Book_, viii. 410.The lord said to his ladie, As he mounted his horse, "Beware of Long Lonkin That lies in the moss."The lord said to his ladie, 5 As he rode away, "Beware of Long Lonkin That lies in the clay.""Wh
- 133 Says, "Strike the blow, ye headsman, boy, And that right speedilie; 150 It's never be said here gaes a knight, Was ance condemn'd to die."The head was ta'en frae young Waters, And mony tears for him shed; But mair did mourn for fair Margaret, 155 As
- 132 "They booted him and spurred him, As he'd been gaun to ride; 130 A hunting horn tied round his neck, A sharp sword by his side."The deepest pot o' Clyde's water, There they flang him in, Laid a turf on his breast bane, 135 To had young Hunting down.
- 131 "She sends you the rings from her fingers, The garlands from her hair; She sends you the heart within her breast: And what would you have mair?And at the fourth kirk of fair Scotland, 95 She bids you meet her there.""Come hither, all my merry young men
- 130 "But, for your honest asking else, 85 Weel granted it shall be."-- "Then, gin I die in Southern land, In Scotland gar bury me."And the first kirk that ye come to, Ye's gar the ma.s.s be sung; 90 And the next kirk that ye come to, Ye's gar the bells