Volume 2 / Book 3 — APPENDIX.

"I have a tower in Dalisberry, Which now is dearly dight, And I will gie it to young Musgrave To lodge wi' me a' night." "To lodge wi' thee a' night, fair lady,5 Wad breed baith sorrow and strife; For I see by the rings on your fingers, You're good lord Barnaby's wife." "Lord Barnaby's wife although I be, Yet what is that to thee?10 For we'll beguile him for this ae night— He's on to fair Dundee. "Come here, come here, my little foot-page, This gold I will give thee, If ye will keep thir secrets close15 'Tween young Musgrave and me. "But here I hae a little pen-knife, Hings low down by my gare; Gin ye winna keep thir secrets close, Ye'll find it wonder sair."20 Then she's ta'en him to her chamber, And down in her arms lay he: The boy coost aff his hose and shoon, And ran to fair Dundee. When he cam to the wan water,25 He slack'd his bow and swam; And when he cam to growin grass, Set down his feet and ran. And when he cam to fair Dundee, Wad neither chap nor ca';30 But set his brent bow to his breast, And merrily jump'd the wa'. "O waken ye, waken ye, my good lord, Waken, and come away!"— "What ails, what ails my wee foot-page,35 He cries sae lang ere day. "O is my bowers brent, my boy? Or is my castle won? Or has the lady that I lo'e best Brought me a daughter or son?"40 "Your ha's are safe, your bowers are safe, And free frae all alarms; But, oh! the lady that ye lo'e best Lies sound in Musgrave's arms." "Gae saddle to me the black," he cried,45 "Gae saddle to me the gray; Gae saddle to me the swiftest steed, To hie me on my way." "O lady, I heard a wee horn toot, And it blew wonder clear;50 And ay the turning o' the note, Was, 'Barnaby will be here!' "I thought I heard a wee horn blaw, And it blew loud and high; And ay at ilka turn it said,55 'Away, Musgrave, away!'" "Lie still, my dear; lie still, my dear; Ye keep me frae the cold; For it is but my father's shepherds Driving their flocks to the fold."60 Up they lookit, and down they lay, And they're fa'en sound asleep; Till up stood good lord Barnaby, Just close at their bed feet. "How do you like my bed, Musgrave?65 And how like ye my sheets? And how like ye my fair lady, Lies in your arms and sleeps? "Weel like I your bed, my lord, And weel like I your sheets;70 But ill like I your fair lady, Lies in my arms and sleeps. "You got your wale o' se'en sisters, And I got mine o' five; Sae tak ye mine, and I's tak thine,75 And we nae mair sall strive." "O my woman's the best woman That ever brak world's bread; And your woman's the worst woman That ever drew coat o'er head.80 "I hae twa swords in ae scabbert, They are baith sharp and clear; Take ye the best, and I the warst, And we'll end the matter here. "But up, and arm thee, young Musgrave,85 We'll try it han' to han'; It's ne'er be said o' lord Barnaby, He strack at a naked man." The first straik that young Musgrave got, It was baith deep and sair;90 And down he fell at Barnaby's feet, And word spak never mair. * * * * * * * "A grave, a grave!" lord Barnaby cried, "A grave to lay them in; My lady shall lie on the sunny side,95 Because of her noble kin." But oh, how sorry was that good lord, For a' his angry mood, Whan he beheld his ain young son All welt'ring in his blood!100

"When he came to wan water, He bent his bow and swam;"

"He set his bent bow to his breast, And lightly lap the wa'," &c.

Childe Maurice hunted i' the silver wood, He hunted it round about, And noebody yt he found theren, Nor noebody without. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * And tooke his silver combe in his hand5 To kembe his yellow lockes. He sayes, "come hither, thou litle footpage, That runneth lowly by my knee; Ffor thou shalt goe to John Steward's wiffe, And pray her speake with mee.10 "And as it ffalls out, many times As knotts been knitt on a kell, Or merchant men gone to leeve London, Either to buy ware or sell, * * * * * * * * * * * * * * And grete thou doe that ladye well,15 Ever soe well ffroe mee. "And as it ffalls out, many times As any harte can thinke, As schoole masters are in any schoole house, Writting with pen and inke,20 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Ffor if I might as well as shee may, This night I wold with her speake. "And heere I send a mantle of greene, As greene as any grasse, And bid her come to the silver wood,25 To hunt with Child Maurice. "And there I send her a ring of gold, A ring of precyous stone; And bid her come to the silver wood, Let for no kind of man."30 One while this litle boy he yode, Another while he ran; Until he came to John Steward's hall, Iwis he never blan. And of nurture the child had good;35 He ran up hall and bower ffree, And when he came to this lady ffaire, Sayes, "God you save and see. "I am come ffrom Childe Maurice, A message unto thee,40 And Childe Maurice he greetes you well, And ever soe well ffrom me. "And as it ffalls out, oftentimes As knotts been knitt on a kell, Or merchant men gone to leeve London45 Either to buy or sell; "And as oftentimes he greetes you well, As any hart can thinke, Or schoolemaster in any schoole, Wryting with pen and inke.50 "And heere he sends a mantle of greene, As greene as any grasse, And he bidds you come to the silver wood, To hunt with child Maurice. "And heere he sends you a ring of gold,55 A ring of precyous stone; He prayes you to come to the silver wood, Let for no kind of man." "Now peace, now peace, thou litle fotpage, Ffor Christes sake I pray thee;60 Ffor if my lord heare one of those words, Thou must be hanged hye." John Steward stood under the castle wall, And he wrote the words every one; * * * * * * * * * * * * * * And he called unto his horssekeeper,65 "Make ready you my steede;" And soe he did to his chamberlaine, "Make readye then my weed." And he cast a lease upon his backe, And he rode to the silver wood,70 And there he sought all about, About the silver wood. And there he found him Childe Maurice, Sitting upon a blocke, With a silver combe in his hand,75 Kembing his yellow locke. He sayes, "how now, how now, Childe Maurice, Alacke how may this bee?" But then stood by him Childe Maurice, And sayd these words trulye:80 "I do not know your ladye," he said, "If that I doe her see." "Ffor thou hast sent her love tokens, More now than two or three. "For thou hast sent her a mantle of greene,85 As greene as any grasse, And bade her come to the silver wood, To hunt with Childe Maurice. "And by my faith now, Childe Maurice, The tane of us shall dye;"90 "Now by my troth," sayd Childe Maurice, "And that shall not be I." But he pulled out a bright browne sword, And dryed it on the grasse, And soe fast he smote at John Steward,95 Iwis he never rest. Then hee pulled forth his bright browne sword, And dryed itt on his sleeve, And the ffirst good stroke John Steward stroke, Child Maurice head he did cleeve.100 And he pricked it on his swords poynt, Went singing there beside, And he rode till he came to the ladye ffaire, Whereas his ladye lyed. And sayes, "dost thou know Child Maurice head,105 Iff that thou dost it see? And llap it soft, and kisse itt offt, Ffor thou lovedst him better than mee." But when shee looked on Child Maurice head, Shee never spake words but three:110 "I never beare noe child but one, And you have slain him trulye." Sayes, "wicked be my merry men all, I gave meate, drinke, and clothe; But cold they not have holden me,115 When I was in all that wrath! "Ffor I have slaine one of the courteousest knights That ever bestrode a steede; Soe have I done one of the fairest ladyes That ever ware womans weede."120

Clerk Saunders was an earl's son, He liv'd upon sea-sand; May Margaret was a king's daughter, She liv'd in upper land. Clerk Saunders was an earl's son,5 Weel learned at the scheel; May Margaret was a king's daughter; They baith lo'ed ither weel. He's throw the dark, and throw the mark, And throw the leaves o' green;10 Till he came to May Margaret's door, And tirled at the pin. "O sleep ye, wake ye, May Margaret, Or are ye the bower within?" "O wha is that at my bower door,15 Sae weel my name does ken?" "It's I, Clerk Saunders, your true love, You'll open and lat me in. "O will ye to the cards, Margaret, Or to the table to dine?20 Or to the bed, that's weel down spread, And sleep when we get time." "I'll no go to the cards," she says, "Nor to the table to dine; But I'll go to a bed, that's weel down spread,25 And sleep when we get time." They were not weel lyen down, And no weel fa'en asleep, When up and stood May Margaret's brethren, Just up at their bed feet.30 "O tell us, tell us, May Margaret, And dinna to us len, O wha is aught yon noble steed, That stands your stable in? "The steed is mine, and it may be thine,35 To ride whan ye ride in hie—— * * * * * * * "But awa', awa', my bald brethren, Awa', and mak nae din; For I am as sick a lady the nicht As e'er lay a bower within."40 "O tell us, tell us, May Margaret, And dinna to us len, O wha is aught yon noble hawk, That stands your kitchen in?" "The hawk is mine, and it may be thine,45 To hawk whan ye hawk in hie—— * * * * * * * "But awa', awa', my bald brethren! Awa', and mak nae din; For I'm ane o' the sickest ladies this nicht That e'er lay a bower within."50 "O tell us, tell us, May Margaret, And dinna to us len, O wha is that, May Margaret, You and the wa' between?" "O it is my bower-maiden," she says,55 "As sick as sick can be; O it is my bower maiden," she says, And she's thrice as sick as me." "We hae been east, and we've been west, And low beneath the moon;60 But a' the bower-women e'er we saw Hadna goud buckles in their shoon." Then up and spak her eldest brither, Ay in ill time spak he: "It is Clerk Saunders, your true love,65 And never mat I the, But for this scorn that he has done, This moment he sall die." But up and spak her youngest brother, Ay in good time spak he:70 "O but they are a gudelie pair!— True lovers an ye be, The sword that hangs at my sword belt Sall never sinder ye!" Syne up and spak her nexten brother,75 And the tear stood in his ee: "You've lo'ed her lang, and lo'ed her weel, And pity it wad be, The sword that hangs at my sword-belt Shoud ever sinder ye!"80 But up and spak her fifthen brother, "Sleep on your sleep for me; But we baith sall never sleep again, For the tane o' us sall die!" [But up and spak her midmaist brother;85 And an angry laugh leugh he: "The thorn that dabs, I'll cut it down, Though fair the rose may be. "The flower that smell'd sae sweet yestreen Has lost its bloom wi' thee;90 And though I'm wae it should be sae, Clerk Saunders, ye maun die."] And up and spak her thirden brother, Ay in ill time spak he: "Curse on his love and comeliness!—95 Dishonour'd as ye be, The sword that hangs at my sword-belt Sall quickly sinder ye!" Her eldest brother has drawn his sword; Her second has drawn anither;100 Between Clerk Saunders' hause and collar bane The cald iron met thegither. "O wae be to you, my fause brethren, And an ill death mat ye die! Ye mith slain Clerk Saunders in open field,105 And no in the bed wi' me." When seven years were come and gane, Lady Margaret she thought lang; And she is up to the hichest tower, By the lee licht o' the moon.110 She was lookin o'er her castle high, To see what she might fa'; And there she saw a grieved ghost Comin waukin o'er the wa'. "O are ye a man of mean," she says,115 "Seekin ony o' my meat? Or are you a rank robber, Come in my bower to break?" "O I'm Clerk Saunders, your true love; Behold, Margaret, and see,120 And mind, for a' your meikle pride, Sae will become of thee." "Gin ye be Clerk Saunders, my true love, This meikle marvels me: O wherein is your bonny arms125 That wont to embrace me?" "By worms they're eaten, in mools they're rotten, Behold, Margaret, and see; And mind, for a' your mickle pride, Sae will become o' thee!"130 * * * * * * * O, bonny, bonny sang the bird, Sat on the coil o' hay; But dowie, dowie was the maid, That follow'd the corpse o' clay. "Is there ony room at your head, Saunders,135 Is there ony room at your feet? Is there ony room at your twa sides, For a lady to lie and sleep?" "There is nae room at my head, Margaret, As little at my feet;140 There is nae room at my twa sides, For a lady to lie and sleep. "But gae hame, gae hame, now, May Margaret, Gae hame and sew your seam; For if ye were laid in your weel-made bed,145 Your days will nae be lang."

Lady Maisery was a lady fair, She made her mother's bed; Auld Ingram was an aged knight, And her he sought to wed. "Its I forbid ye, auld Ingram,5 For to seek me to spouse; For Lord Wa'yates, your sister's son, Has been into my bowers. "Its I forbid ye, auld Ingram, For to seek me to wed;10 For Lord Wa'yates, your sister's son, Has been into my bed." He has brocht to this ladie The robis of the brown; And ever, "Alas!" says this ladie,15 "Thae robes will put me down." And he has brocht to that ladie The robis of the red; And ever, "Alas!" says that ladie, "Thae robes will be my dead."20 And he has brocht to that ladie The chrystal and the laumer; Sae has he brocht to her mither The curches o' the cannel. Every ane o' her seven brethren25 They had a hawk in hand, And every lady in the place They got a goud garland. Every cuik in that kitchen They got a noble claith;30 A' was blyth at auld Ingram's coming, But Lady Maisery was wraith. "Whare will I get a bonny boy, Wad fain win hose and shoon, That wad rin on to my Wa'yates,35 And quickly come again?" "Here am I, a bonny boy, Wad fain win hose and shoon; Wha will rin on to your Wa'yates, And quickly come again."40 "Ye'll bid him, and ye'll pray him baith, Gin ony prayer may dee, To Marykirk to come the morn, My weary wadding to see." Lord Wa'yates lay o'er his castle wa',45 Beheld baith dale and down; And he beheld a bonny boy Come running to the town. "What news, what news, ye bonny boy? What news hae ye to me?50 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "O are my ladie's fauldis brunt, Or are her towers won? Or is my Maisery lichter yet O' a dear dochter or son?" "Your ladie's faulds are neither brunt,55 Nor are her towers won; Nor is your Maisery lichter yet O' a dear dochter or son: "But she bids you, and she prays you baith, Gin ony prayer can dee,60 To Mary Kirk to come the morn, Her weary wadding to see." He dang the buird up wi' his fit, Sae did he wi' his knee; The silver cup, that was upon't,65 I' the fire he gar'd it flee: "O whatten a lord in a' Scotland Dare marry my Maisery? "O it is but a feeble thocht, To tell the tane and nae the tither;70 O it is but a feeble thocht To tell it's your ain mither's brither." "Its I will send to that wadding, And I will follow syne, The fitches o' the fallow deer,75 And the gammons o' the swine; And the nine hides o' the noble cow— 'Twas slain in season time. "Its I will send to that wadding Ten tun o' the red wine;80 And mair I'll send to that waddin', And I will follow syne." Whan he came in into the ha', Lady Maisery she did ween; And twenty times he kist her mou',85 Afore auld Ingram's een. And till the kirk she wadna gae, Nor tillt she wadna ride, Till four-and-twenty men she gat her before, And twenty on ilka side,90 And four-and-twenty milk white dows, To flee aboon her head. A loud lauchter gae Lord Wa'yates, 'Mang the mids o' his men; "Marry that lady wha that will,95 A maiden she is nane." "O leuch ye at my men, Wa'yates, Or did ye lauch at me? Or leuch ye at the bierdly bride, That's gaun to marry me?"100 "I leuchna at your men, uncle, Nor yet leuch I at thee; But I leuch at my lands so braid, Sae weel's I do them see." When e'en was come, and e'en-bells rung,105 And a' man gane to bed, The bride but and the silly bridegroom In ae chamber were laid. Wasna't a fell thing for to see Twa heads upon a cod;110 Lady Maisery's like the mo'ten goud, Auld Ingram's like a toad. He turn'd his face unto the stock, And sound he fell asleep; She turn'd her face unto the wa',115 And saut tears she did weep. It fell about the mirk midnicht, Auld Ingram began to turn him; He put his hand on's ladie's side, And waly, sair was she mournin'.120 "What aileth thee, my lady dear? Ever alas, and wae is me! There is a babe betwixt thy sides,— Oh! sae sair's it grieves me!" "O didna I tell ye, auld Ingram,125 Ere ye socht me to wed, That Lord Wa'yates, your sister's son, Had been into my bed?" "Then father that bairn on me, Maisery, O father that bairn on me;130 And ye sall hae a rigland shire Your mornin' gift to be." "O sarbit!" says the Ladie Maisery, "That ever the like me befa', To father my bairn on auld Ingram,135 Lord Wa'yates in my father's ha'. "O sarbit!" says the Ladie Maisery, "That ever the like betide, To father my bairn on auld Ingram, And Lord Wa'yates beside."140 * * * * * * *

"Hey love Willie, and how love Willie, And Willie my love shall be; They're thinking to sinder our lang love, Willie; It's mair than man can dee. "Ye'll mount me quickly on a steed,5 A milk-white steed or gray; And carry me on to gude greenwood Before that it be day." He mounted her upon a steed, He chose a steed o' gray;10 He had her on to gude greenwood Before that it was day. "O will ye gang to the cards, Meggie? Or will ye gang wi' me? Or will ye ha'e a bower woman,15 To stay ere it be day?" "I winna gang to the cards," she said, "Nor will I gae wi' thee, Nor will I hae a bower woman, To spoil my modestie.20 "Ye'll gie me a lady at my back, An' a lady me beforn; An' a midwife at my twa sides Till your young son be born. "Ye'll do me up, and further up,25 To the top o' yon greenwood tree; For every pain myself shall ha'e, The same pain ye maun drie." The first pain that did strike sweet Willie, It was into the side;30 Then sighing sair said sweet Willie, "These pains are ill to bide." The nextan pain that strake sweet Willie, It was into the back; Then sighing sair said sweet Willie,35 "These pains are women's wreck." The nextan pain that strake sweet Willie, It was into the head; Then sighing sair said sweet Willie, "I fear my lady's dead."40 Then he's gane on, and further on, At the foot o' yon greenwood tree; There he got his lady lighter, Wi' his young son on her knee. Then he's ta'en up his little young son,45 And kiss'd him cheek and chin; And he is on to his mother, As fast as he could gang. "Ye will take in my son, mother, Gi'e him to nurses nine;50 Three to wauk, and three to sleep, And three to gang between." Then he has left his mother's house, And frae her he has gane; And he is back to his lady,55 And safely brought her hame. Then in it came her father dear, Was belted in a brand; "It's nae time for brides to lye in bed, When the bridegroom's send's in town.60 "There are four-and-twenty noble lords A' lighted on the green; The fairest knight amang them a', He must be your bridegroom." "O wha will shoe my foot, my foot?65 And wha will glove my hand? And wha will prin my sma' middle, Wi' the short prin and the lang?" Now out it speaks him, sweet Willie, Who knew her troubles best;70 "It is my duty for to serve, As I'm come here as guest. "Now I will shoe your foot, Maisry, And I will glove your hand, And I will prin your sma' middle,75 Wi' the sma' prin and the lang." "Wha will saddle my steed," she says, "And gar my bridle ring? And wha will ha'e me to gude church-door, This day I'm ill abound?"80 "I will saddle your steed, Maisry, And gar your bridle ring; And I'll hae you to gude church-door, And safely set you down." "O healy, healy take me up,85 And healy set me down; And set my back until a wa', My foot to yird-fast stane." He healy took her frae her horse, And healy set her down;90 And set her back until a wa', Her foot to yird-fast stane. When they had eaten and well drunken, And a' had thorn'd fine; The bride's father he took the cup,95 For to serve out the wine. Out it speaks the bridegroom's brother, An ill death mat he die! "I fear our bride she's born a bairn, Or else has it a dee."100 She's ta'en out a Bible braid, And deeply has she sworn; "If I ha'e born a bairn," she says, "Sin' yesterday at morn; "Or if I've born a bairn," she says,105 "Sin' yesterday at noon; There's nae a lady amang you a' That wou'd been here sae soon." Then out it spake the bridegroom's man, Mischance come ower his heel!110 "Win up, win up, now bride," he says, "And dance a shamefu' reel." Then out it speaks the bride hersell, And a sorry heart had she; "Is there nae ane amang you a'115 Will dance this dance for me?" Then out it speaks him, sweet Willie, And he spake aye thro' pride; "O draw my boots for me, bridegroom, Or I dance for your bride."120 Then out it spake the bride hersell, "O na, this maunna be; For I will dance this dance mysell, Tho' my back shou'd gang in three." She hadna well gane thro' the reel,125 Nor yet well on the green, Till she fell down at Willie's feet As cauld as ony stane. He's ta'en her in his arms twa, And ha'ed her up the stair;130 Then up it came her jolly bridegroom, Says, "What's your business there?" Then Willie lifted up his foot, And dang him down the stair; And brake three ribs o' the bridegroom's side,135 And a word he spake nae mair. Nae meen was made for that lady, When she was lying dead; But a' was for him, sweet Willie, On the fields for he ran mad.140

Lady Marjorie was her mother's only daughter, Her father's only heir; And she is awa to Strawberry Castle, To get some unco lair. She had na been in Strawberry Castle5 A twelvemonth and a day, Till Lady Marjorie she gangs big wi' child, As big as she can gae. Word is to her father gane, Before he got on his shoon,10 That Lady Marjorie she gaes wi' child, And it is to an Irish groom. But word is to her mother gone, Before she got on her goun, That Lady Marjorie she gaes wi' child15 To a lord of high renown. "O wha will put on the pat," they said, "Or wha will put on the pan, Or wha will put on a bauld, bauld fire, To burn Lady Marjorie in?"20 Her father he put on the pat, Her sister put on the pan, And her brother he put on a bauld, bauld fire, To burn Lady Marjorie in; And her mother she sat in a golden chair,25 To see her daughter burn. "But where will I get a pretty little boy, That will win hose and shoon; That will go quickly to Strawberry Castle, And bid my lord come doun?"30 "O here am I, a pretty little boy, That will win hose and shoon; That will rin quickly to Strawberry Castle, And bid thy lord come doun." O when he cam to broken brigs,35 He bent his bow and swam; And when he cam to gude dry land, He set doun his foot and ran. When he cam to Strawberry Castle, He tirled at the pin;40 Nane was sae ready as the gay lord himsell To open and let him in. "O is there any of my towers burnt, Or any of my castles won? Or is Lady Marjorie brought to bed,45 Of a daughter or a son?" "O there is nane of thy towers burnt, Nor nane of thy castles broken; But Lady Marjorie is condemned to die, To be burnt in a fire of oaken."50 "O gar saddle to me the black," he says, "Gar saddle to me the broun; Gar saddle to me the swiftest steed That e'er carried a man frae toun!" He left the black into the slap,55 The broun into the brae; But fair fa' that bonnie apple-gray That carried this gay lord away! "Beet on, beet on, my brother dear, I value you not one straw;60 For yonder comes my ain true luve, I hear his horn blaw. "Beet on, beet on, my father dear, I value you not a pin; For yonder comes my ain true luve,65 I hear his bridle ring." He took a little horn out of his pocket, And he blew't baith loud and schill; And wi' the little life that was in her, She hearken'd to it full weel.70 But when he came into the place, He lap unto the wa'; He thought to get a kiss o' her bonnie lips, But her body fell in twa! "O vow! O vow! O vow!" he said,75 "O vow! but ye've been cruel: Ye've taken the timber out of my ain wood, And burnt my ain dear jewel! "Now for thy sake, Lady Marjorie, I'll burn baith father and mother;80 And for thy sake, Lady Marjorie, I'll burn baith sister and brother. "And for thy sake, Lady Marjorie, I'll burn baith kith and kin; But I'll aye remember the pretty little boy85 That did thy errand rin."

My boy was scarcely ten years auld, Whan he went to an unco land, Where wind never blew, nor cocks ever crew, Ohon! for my son, Leesome Brand. Awa' to that king's court he went,5 It was to serve for meat an' fee; Gude red gowd it was his hire, And lang in that king's court stay'd he. He hadna been in that unco land, But only twallmonths twa or three;10 Till by the glancing o' his ee, He gain'd the love o' a gay ladye. This ladye was scarce eleven years auld, When on her love she was right bauld; She was scarce up to my right knee,15 When oft in bed wi' men I'm tauld. But when nine months were come and gane, This ladye's face turn'd pale and wane; To Leesome Brand she then did say, "In this place I can nae mair stay.20 "Ye do you to my father's stable, Where steeds do stand baith wight and able; Strike ane o' them upo' the back, The swiftest will gie his head a wap. "Ye take him out upo' the green,25 And get him saddled and bridled seen; Get ane for you, anither for me, And lat us ride out ower the lee. "Ye do you to my mother's coffer, And out of it ye'll take my tocher;30 Therein are sixty thousand pounds, Which all to me by right belongs." He's done him to her father's stable, Where steeds stood baith wicht and able; Then he strake ane upon the back,35 The swiftest gae his head a wap. He's ta'en him out upo' the green, And got him saddled and bridled seen; Ane for him, and another for her, To carry them baith wi' might and virr.40 He's done him to her mother's coffer, And there he's taen his lover's tocher; Wherein were sixty thousand pounds, Which all to her by right belong'd. When they had ridden about six mile,45 His true love then began to fail; "O wae's me," said that gay ladye, "I fear my back will gang in three! "O gin I had but a gude midwife, Here this day to save my life,50 And ease me o' my misery, O dear, how happy I wou'd be!" "My love, we're far frae ony town; There is nae midwife to be foun'; But if ye'll be content wi' me,55 I'll do for you what man can dee." "For no, for no, this maunna be," Wi' a sigh, replied this gay ladye; "When I endure my grief and pain, My companie ye maun refrain.60 "Ye'll take your arrow and your bow, And ye will hunt the deer and roe; Be sure ye touch not the white hynde, For she is o' the woman kind." He took sic pleasure in deer and roe,65 Till he forgot his gay ladye; Till by it came that milk-white hynde, And then he mind on his ladye syne. He hasted him to yon greenwood tree, For to relieve his gay ladye;70 But found his ladye lying dead, Likeways her young son at her head. His mother lay ower her castle wa', And she beheld baith dale and down; And she beheld young Leesome Brand,75 As he came riding to the town. "Get minstrels for to play," she said, "And dancers to dance in my room; For here comes my son, Leesome Brand, And he comes merrilie to the town."80 "Seek nae minstrels to play, mother, Nor dancers to dance in your room; But tho' your son comes, Leesome Brand, Yet he comes sorry to the town. "O I hae lost my gowden knife,85 I rather had lost my ain sweet life; And I hae lost a better thing, The gilded sheath that it was in." "Are there nae gowdsmiths here in Fife, Can make to you anither knife?90 Are there nae sheath-makers in the land, Can make a sheath to Leesome Brand?" "There are nae gowdsmiths here in Fife, Can make me sic a gowden knife; Nor nae sheath-makers in the land,95 Can make to me a sheath again. "There ne'er was man in Scotland born, Ordain'd to be so much forlorn; I've lost my ladye I lov'd sae dear, Likeways the son she did me bear."100 "Put in your hand at my bed head, There ye'll find a gude grey horn; In it three draps o' Saint Paul's ain blude, That hae been there sin' he was born. "Drap twa o' them o' your ladye,105 And ane upo' your little young son; Then as lively they will be As the first night ye brought them hame." He put his hand at her bed head, And there he found a gude grey horn;110 Wi' three draps o' Saint Paul's ain blude, That had been there sin' he was born. Then he drapp'd twa on his ladye, And ane o' them on his young son; And now they do as lively be,115 As the first day he brought them hame.

"So long where hast thou tarried, Young man of Rosengord?" "I have been into my stable, Our mother dear." Long may you look for me, or look for me never.5 "What hast thou done in the stable, Young man of Rosengord?" "I have watered the horses, Our mother dear." Long may ye look for me, or look for me never.10 "Why is thy foot so bloody, Young man of Rosengord?" "The black horse has trampled me, Our mother dear." Long may you look for me, or look for me never.15 "Why is thy sword so bloody, Young man of Rosengord?" "I have murdered my brother, Our mother dear." Long may you look for me, or look for me never.20 "Whither wilt thou betake thee, Young man of Rosengord?" "I shall flee my country, Our mother dear." Long may you look for me, or look for me never.25 "What will become of thy wedded wife, Young man of Rosengord?" "She must spin for her living, Our mother dear." Long may you look for me, or look for me never.30 "What will become of thy children small, Young man of Rosengord?" "They must beg from door to door, Our mother dear." Long may you look for me, or look for me never.35 "When comest thou back again, Young man of Rosengord?" "When the swan is black as night, Our mother dear." Long may you look for me, or look for me never.40 "And when will the swan be black as night, Young man of Rosengord?" "When the raven shall be white as snow, Our mother dear." Long may you look for me, or look for me never.45 "And when will the raven be white as snow, Young man of Rosengord?" "When the grey rocks take to flight, Our mother dear." Long may you look for me, or look for me never.50 "And when will fly the grey rocks, Young man of Rosengord?" "The rocks they will fly never, Our mother dear." Long may you look for me, or look for me never.55

"Say whence com'st thou, say whence com'st thou, Merry son of mine?" "From the lake-side, from the lake-side, O dear mother mine." "What hast done there, what hast done there,5 Merry son of mine?" "Steeds I watered, steeds I watered, O dear mother mine." "Why thus clay-bedaubed thy jacket, Merry son of mine?"10 "Steeds kept stamping, steeds kept stamping, O dear mother mine." "But how came thy sword so bloody, Merry son of mine?" "I have stabbed my only brother,15 O dear mother mine." "Whither wilt thou now betake thee, Merry son of mine?" "Far away to foreign countries, O dear mother mine."20 "Where leav'st thou thy gray-haired father, Merry son of mine?" "Let him chop wood in the forest, Never wish to see me more, O dear mother mine."25 "Where leav'st thou thy gray-haired mother, Merry son of mine?" "Let her sit, her flax a-picking, Never wish to see me more, O dear mother mine."30 "Where leav'st thou thy wife so youthful, Merry son of mine?" "Let her deck her, take another, Never wish to see me more, O dear mother mine."35 "Where leav'st thou thy son so youthful, Merry son of mine?" "He to school, and bear the rod there, [Never wish to see me more,] O dear mother mine."40 "Where leav'st thou thy youthful daughter, Merry son of mine?" "She to the wood and eat wild berries, Never wish to see me more, O dear mother mine."45 "Home when com'st thou back from roaming, Merry son of mine?" "In the north when breaks the morning, O dear mother mine." "In the north when breaks the morning,50 Merry son of mine?" "When stones dance upon the water, O dear mother mine." "When shall stones dance on the water, Merry son of mine?"55 "When a feather sinks to the bottom, O dear mother mine." "When shall feathers sink to the bottom, Merry son of mine?" "When we all shall come to judgment,60 O dear mother mine."

There were twa brothers at the scule, And when they got awa',— "It's will ye play at the stane-chucking, Or will ye play at the ba', Or will ye gae up to yon hill head,5 And there we'll warsel a fa'?" "I winna play at the stane-chucking, Nor will I play at the ba'; But I'll gae up to yon bonnie green hill, And there we'll warsel a fa'."10 They warsled up, they warsled down, Till John fell to the ground; A dirk fell out of William's pouch, And gave John a deadly wound. "O lift me upon your back,15 Take me to yon well fair, And wash my bluidy wounds o'er and o'er, And they'll ne'er bleed nae mair." He's lifted his brother upon his back, Ta'en him to yon well fair;20 He's wash'd his bluidy wounds o'er and o'er, But they bleed ay mair and mair. "Tak ye aff my Holland sark, And rive it gair by gair, And row it in my bluidy wounds,25 And they'll ne'er bleed nae mair." He's taken aff his Holland sark, And torn it gair by gair; He's rowit it in his bluidy wounds, But they bleed ay mair and mair.30 "Tak now aff my green cleiding, And row me saftly in; And tak me up to yon kirk style, Whare the grass grows fair and green." He's taken aff the green cleiding,35 And rowed him saftly in; He's laid him down by yon kirk style, Whare the grass grows fair and green. "What will ye say to your father dear, When ye gae hame at e'en?"40 "I'll say ye're lying at yon kirk style, Whare the grass grows fair and green." "O no, O no, my brother dear, O you must not say so; But say that I'm gane to a foreign land,45 Whare nae man does me know." When he sat in his father's chair, He grew baith pale and wan: "O what blude 's that upon your brow? O dear son, tell to me."50 "It is the blude o' my gude gray steed, He wadna ride wi' me." "O thy steed's blude was ne'er sae red, Nor e'er sae dear to me: O what blude 's this upon your cheek?55 O dear son, tell to me." "It is the blude of my greyhound, He wadna hunt for me." "O thy hound's blude was ne'er sae red, Nor e'er sae dear to me:60 O what blude 's this upon your hand? O dear son, tell to me." "It is the blude of my gay goss hawk, He wadna flee for me." "O thy hawk's blude was ne'er sae red,65 Nor e'er sae dear to me: O what blude 's this upon your dirk? Dear Willie, tell to me." "It is the blude of my ae brother, O dule and wae is me!"70 "O what will ye say to your father? Dear Willie, tell to me." "I'll saddle my steed, and awa I'll ride To dwell in some far countrie." "O when will ye come hame again?75 Dear Willie, tell to me." "When sun and mune leap on yon hill, And that will never be." She turn'd hersel' right round about, And her heart burst into three:80 "My ae best son is deid and gane, And my tother ane I'll ne'er see."

There were two sisters, they went a-playing, With a hie downe, downe, a downe a; To see their fathers ships sayling in. With a hy downe, downe, a downe o. And when they came into the sea brym, With, &c. The elder did push the younger in. With, &c. "O sister, O sister, take me by the gowne,5 With, &c. And drawe me up upon the dry ground." With, &c. "O sister, O sister, that may not bee, With, &c. Till salt and oatmeale grow both of a tree." With, &c. Somtymes she sanke, somtymes she swam, With, &c. Untill she came unto the mildam.10 With, &c. The miller runne hastily downe the cliffe, With, &c. And up he betook her withouten her life. With, &c. What did he doe with her brest bone? With, &c. He made him a viall to play thereupon. With, &c. What did he doe with her fingers so small?15 With, &c. He made him peggs to his violl withall. With, &c. What did he doe with her nose-ridge? With, &c. Unto his violl he made him a bridge. With, &c. What did he do with her veynes so blewe? With, &c. He made him strings to his viole thereto.20 With, &c. What did he doe with her eyes so bright? With, &c. Upon his violl he played at first sight. With, &c. What did he doe with her tongue soe rough? With, &c. Unto the violl it spake enough. With, &c. What did he doe with her two shinnes?25 With, &c. Unto the violl they danct Moll Syms. With, &c. Then bespake the treble string, With, &c. "O yonder is my father the king." With, &c. Then bespake the second string, With, &c. "O yonder sitts my mother the queen."30 With, &c. And then bespake the stringes all three, With, &c. "O yonder is my sister that drowned mee." With, &c. Now pay the miller for his payne, With, &c. And let him bee gone in the divels name. With, &c.

There were twa sisters in a bower, Hey wi' the gay and the grinding; And ae king's son hae courted them baith, At the bonny, bonny bows o' London. He courted the youngest wi' broach and ring,5 Hey wi' the gay and the grinding; He courted the eldest wi' some other thing, At the bonny, bonny bows o' London. It fell ance upon a day, Hey wi' the gay and the grinding,10 The eldest to the youngest did say, At the bonny, bonny bows o' London: "Will ye gae to yon Tweed mill dam," Hey wi' the gay and the grinding, "And see our father's ships come to land?"15 At the bonny, bonny bows o' London. They baith stood up upon a stane, Hey wi' the gay and the grinding; The eldest dang the youngest in, At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.20 She swimmed up, sae did she down, Hey wi' the gay and the grinding; Till she came to the Tweed mill-dam, At the bonny, bonny bows o' London. The miller's servant he came out,25 Hey wi' the gay and the grinding; And saw the lady floating about, At the bonny, bonny bows o' London. "O master, master, set your mill," Hey wi' the gay and the grinding;30 "There is a fish, or a milk-white swan," At the bonny, bonny bows o' London. They could not ken her yellow hair, Hey wi' the gay and the grinding; [For] the scales o' gowd that were laid there,35 At the bonny, bonny bows o' London. They could not ken her fingers sae white, Hey wi' the gay and the grinding; The rings o' gowd they were sae bright, At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.40 They could not ken her middle sae jimp, Hey wi' the gay and the grinding; The stays o' gowd were so well laced, At the bonny, bonny bows o' London. They could not ken her foot sae fair,45 Hey wi' the gay and the grinding; The shoes o' gowd they were so rare, At the bonny, bonny bows o' London. Her father's fiddler he came by, Hey wi' the gay and the grinding;50 Upstarted her ghaist before his eye, At the bonny, bonny bows o' London. "Ye'll take a lock o' my yellow hair," Hey wi' the gay and the grinding; "Ye'll make a string to your fiddle there,"55 At the bonny, bonny bows o' London. "Ye'll take a lith o' my little finger bane," Hey wi' the gay and the grinding; "And ye'll make a pin to your fiddle then," At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.60 He's ta'en a lock o' her yellow hair, Hey wi' the gay and the grinding; And made a string to his fiddle there, At the bonny, bonny bows o' London. He's taen a lith o' her little finger bane,65 Hey wi' the gay and the grinding; And he's made a pin to his fiddle then, At the bonny, bonny bows o' London. The firstand spring the fiddle did play, Hey wi' the gay and the grinding;70 Said, "Ye'll drown my sister, as she's dune me." At the bonny, bonny bows o' London.

"O whaur hae ye been a' the day, My little wee croodlin doo?" "O I've been at my grandmother's; Mak my bed, mammie, noo." "O what gat ye at your grandmother's,5 My little wee croodlin doo?" "I got a bonnie wee fishie; Mak my bed, mammie, noo." "O whaur did she catch the fishie, My bonnie wee croodlin doo?"10 "She catch'd it in the gutter-hole; Mak my bed, mammie, noo." "And what did she do wi' the fish, My little wee croodlin doo?" "She boiled it in a brass pan;15 O mak my bed, mammie, noo." "And what did ye do wi' the banes o't, My bonnie wee croodlin doo?" "I gied them to my little dog; Mak my bed, mammie, noo,"20 "And what did your little doggie do, My bonnie wee croodlin doo?" "He stretch'd out his head, his feet, and dee'd, And so will I, mammie, noo!"

"Where hast thou been away so long, Henry, my dearest son?" "O I have been at my true-love's, Lady mother, ah me! My young life,5 She has poisoned for me." "What gave she thee to eat, Henry, my dearest son?" "She cooked me a speckled fish, Lady mother, ah me!" &c.10 "And how many pieces cut she thee, Henry my dearest son?" "She cut three little pieces from it, Lady mother, ah me!" &c. "Where left she then the third piece,15 Henry, my dearest son?" "She gave it to her dark-brown dog, Lady mother, ah me!" &c. "And what befell the dark-brown dog, Henry, my dearest son?"20 "His belly burst in the midst in two, Lady mother, ah me!" &c. "What wishest thou for thy father, Henry, my dearest son?" "I wish him a thousandfold boon and blessing,25 Lady mother, ah me!" &c. "What wishest thou for thy mother, Henry, my dearest son?" "I wish for her eternal bliss, Lady mother, ah me!" &c.30 "What wishest thou for thy true-love, Henry, my dearest son?" "I wish her eternal hell and torment, Lady mother, ah me!" &c.

"So long where hast thou tarried, Little daughter dear?" "I have tarried with my old nurse, Sweet step-mother mine." For ah, ah!—I am so ill—ah!5 "What gave she thee for dinner, Little daughter dear?" "A few small speckled fishes, Sweet step-mother mine." For ah, ah!—I am so ill—ah!10 "What didst thou do with the fish-bones, Little daughter dear?" "Gave them to the beagle, Sweet step-mother mine." For ah, ah!—I am so ill—ah!15 "What wish leav'st thou thy father, Little daughter dear?" "The blessedness of heaven, Sweet step-mother mine." For ah, ah!—I am so ill—ah!20 "What wish leav'st thou thy mother, Little daughter dear?" "All the joys of heaven, Sweet step-mother mine." For ah, ah!—I am so ill—ah!25 "What wish leav'st thou thy brother, Little daughter dear?" "A fleet ship on the waters, Sweet step-mother mine." For ah, ah!—I am so ill—ah!30 "What wish leav'st thou thy sister, Little daughter dear?" "Golden chests and caskets, Sweet step-mother mine." For ah, ah!—I am so ill—ah!35 "What wish leav'st thou thy step-mother, Little daughter dear?" "Of hell the bitter sorrow Sweet step-mother mine." For ah, ah!—I am so ill—ah!40 "What wish leav'st thou thy old nurse, Little daughter dear?" "For her I wish the same pangs, Sweet step-mother mine. For ah, ah!—I am so ill—ah!45 "But now the time is over When I with you can stay; The little bells of heaven Are ringing me away." For ah, ah!—I am so ill—ah!50

There did three Knights come from the West, With the high and the lily oh! And these three Knights courted one Lady, As the rose was so sweetly blown. The first Knight came was all in white,5 With the high and the lily oh! And asked of her, if she'd be his delight, As the rose was so sweetly blown. The next Knight came was all in green, With the high and the lily oh!10 And asked of her, if she'd be his Queen, As the rose was so sweetly blown. The third Knight came was all in red, With the high and the lily oh! And asked of her, if she would wed,15 As the rose was so sweetly blown. "Then have you asked of my Father dear, With the high and the lily oh! Likewise of her who did me bear? As the rose was so sweetly blown.20 "And have you asked of my brother John? With the high and the lily oh! And also of my sister Anne?" As the rose was so sweetly blown. "Yes, I have asked of your Father dear,25 With the high and the lily oh! Likewise of her who did you bear, As the rose was so sweetly blown. "And I have asked of your sister Anne, With the high and the lily oh!30 But I've not asked of your brother John," As the rose was so sweetly blown. [Here some verses seem to be wanting.] For on the road as they rode along, With the high and the lily oh! There did they meet with her brother John,35 As the rose was so sweetly blown. She stooped low to kiss him sweet, With the high and the lily oh! He to her heart did a dagger meet, As the rose was so sweetly blown.40 "Ride on, ride on," cried the serving man, With the high and the lily oh! "Methinks your bride she looks wond'rous wan," As the rose was so sweetly blown. "I wish I were on yonder stile,45 With the high and the lily oh! For there I would sit and bleed awhile, As the rose was so sweetly blown. "I wish I were on yonder hill, With the high and the lily oh!50 There I'd alight and make my will," As the rose was so sweetly blown. "What would you give to your Father dear?" With the high and the lily oh! "The gallant steed which doth me bear,"55 As the rose was so sweetly blown. "What would you give to your Mother dear?" With the high and the lily oh! "My wedding shift which I do wear, As the rose was so sweetly blown.60 "But she must wash it very clean, With the high and the lily oh! For my heart's blood sticks in every seam," As the rose was so sweetly blown. "What would you give to your sister Anne?"65 With the high and the lily oh! "My gay gold ring, and my feathered fan," As the rose was so sweetly blown. "What would you give to your brother John?" With the high and the lily oh!70 "A rope and gallows to hang him on," As the rose was so sweetly blown. "What would you give to your brother John's wife?" With the high and the lily oh! "A widow's weeds, and a quiet life,"75 As the rose was so sweetly blown.

It fell ance upon a day, Edinbro', Edinbro', It fell ance upon a day, Stirling for aye; It fell ance upon a day, The clerk and lady went to play, So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.5 "If my baby be a son, Edinbro', Edinbro', If my baby be a son, Stirling for aye; If my baby be a son, I'll make him a lord o' high renown," So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.10 She's lean'd her back to the wa', Edinbro', Edinbro', She's lean'd her back to the wa', Stirling for aye; She's lean'd her back to the wa', Pray'd that her pains might fa', So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.15 She's lean'd her back to the thorn, Edinbro', Edinbro', She's lean'd her back to the thorn, Stirling for aye; She's lean'd her back to the thorn, There has her baby born, So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.20 "O bonny baby, if ye suck sair, Edinbro', Edinbro', O bonny baby, if ye suck sair, Stirling for aye; O bonny baby, if ye suck sair, You'll never suck by my side mair," So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.25 She's riven the muslin frae her head, Edinbro', Edinbro', She's riven the muslin frae her head, Stirling for aye; She's riven the muslin frae her head, Tied the baby hand and feet, So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.30 Out she took her little penknife, Edinbro', Edinbro', Out she took her little penknife, Stirling for aye; Out she took her little penknife, Twin'd the young thing o' its life, So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.35 She's howk'd a hole anent the meen, Edinbro', Edinbro', She's howk'd a hole anent the meen, Stirling for aye; She's howk'd a hole anent the meen, There laid her sweet baby in, So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.40 She had her to her father's ha', Edinbro', Edinbro', She had her to her father's ha', Stirling for aye; She had her to her father's ha', She was the meekest maid amang them a', So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.45 It fell ance upon a day, Edinbro', Edinbro', It fell ance upon a day, Stirling for aye; It fell ance upon a day, She saw twa babies at their play, So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.50 "O bonny babies, gin ye were mine, Edinbro', Edinbro', O bonny babies, gin ye were mine, Stirling for aye; O bonny babies, gin ye were mine, I'd cleathe you in the silks sae fine," So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.55 "O wild mother, when we were thine, Edinbro', Edinbro', O wild mother, when we were thine, Stirling for aye; O wild mother, when we were thine, You cleath'd us not in silks sae fine, So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.60 "But now we're in the heavens high, Edinbro', Edinbro', But now we're in the heavens high, Stirling for aye; But now we're in the heavens high, And you've the pains o' hell to try," So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.65 She threw hersell ower the castle-wa', Edinbro', Edinbro', She threw hersell ower the castle-wa', Stirling for aye; She threw hersell ower the castle-wa', There I wat she got a fa', So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.70

The Minister's dochter o' Newarke, Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O, Has fa'en in luve wi' her father's clerk, Alane by the green burn sidie O. She courted him sax years and a day,5 Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O, At length her fause-luve did her betray, Alane by the green burn sidie O. She did her doun to the green woods gang, Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O,10 To spend awa' a while o' her time, Alane by the green burn sidie O. She lent her back unto a thorn, Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O; And she's got her twa bonnie boys born,15 Alane by the green burn sidie O. She's ta'en the ribbons frae her hair, Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O, Boun' their bodies fast and sair, Alane by the green burn sidie O.20 She's put them aneath a marble stane, Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O, Thinkin' a may to gae her hame, Alane by the green burn sidie O. Leukin' o'er her castel wa',25 Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O, She spied twa bonny boys at the ba', Alane by the green burn sidie O. "O bonny babies, if ye were mine, Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O,30 I woud feed ye wi' the white bread and wine, Alane by the green burn sidie O. "I wou'd feed ye with the ferra cow's milk, Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O, An' dress ye i' the finest silk,"35 Alane by the green burn sidie O. "O cruel mother, when we were thine, Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O, We saw nane o' your bread and wine, Alane by the green burn sidie O.40 "We saw nane o' your ferra cow's milk, Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O, Nor wore we o' your finest silk," Alane by the green burn sidie O. "O bonny babies, can ye tell me,45 Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O, What sort o' death for ye I maun dee," Alane by the green burn sidie O. "Yes, cruel mother, we'll tell to thee, Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O,50 What sort o' death for us ye maun dee, Alane by the green burn sidie O. "Seven years a fool i' the woods, Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O, "Seven years a fish i' the floods,55 Alane by the green burn sidie O. "Seven years to be a church bell, Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O, Seven years a porter i' hell," Alane by the green burn sidie O.60 "Welcome, welcome, fool i' the wood, Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O, Welcome, welcome, fish i' the flood, Alane by the green burn sidie O. "Welcome, welcome, to be a church bell,65 Hey wi' the rose and the lindie O, But heavens keep me out o' hell," Alane by the green burn sidie O.

"O come along wi' me, brother, Now come along wi' me; And we'll gae seek our sister Maisry, Into the water o' Dee." The eldest brother he stepped in,5 He stepped to the knee; Then out he jump'd upo' the bank, Says, "This water's nae for me." The second brother he stepped in, He stepped to the quit;10 Then out he jump'd upo' the bank, Says, "This water's wond'rous deep." When the third brother stepped in, He stepped to the chin; Out he got, and forward wade,15 For fear o' drowning him. The youngest brother he stepped in, Took 's sister by the hand; Said, "Here she is, my sister Maisry, Wi' the hinny draps on her chin.20 "O if I were in some bonny ship, And in some strange countrie, For to find out some conjurer, To gar Maisry speak to me!" Then out it speaks an auld woman,25 As she was passing by; "Ask of your sister what you want, And she will speak to thee." "O sister, tell me who is the man, That did your body win?30 And who is the wretch, tell me, likewise, That threw you in the lin?" "O Bondsey was the only man That did my body win; And likewise Bondsey was the man35 That threw me in the lin." "O will we Bondsey head, sister? Or will we Bondsey hang? Or will we set him at our bow end, Lat arrows at him gang?"40 "Ye winna Bondsey head, brothers, Nor will ye Bondsey hang; But ye'll take out his twa grey e'en, Make Bondsey blind to gang. "Ye'll put to the gate a chain o' gold,45 A rose garland gar make; And ye'll put that in Bondsey's head, A' for your sister's sake."

There was a king, an' a curious king, An' a king o' royal fame; He had ae dochter, he had never mair, Ladye Diamond was her name. She's fa'en into shame, an' lost her gude name,5 An' wrought her parents 'noy; An' a' for her layen her luve so low, On her father's kitchen boy. Ae nicht as she lay on her bed, Just thinkin' to get rest,10 Up it came her old father, Just like a wanderin' ghaist. "Rise up, rise up, ladye Diamond," he says, "Rise up, put on your goun; Rise up, rise up, ladye Diamond," he says,15 "For I fear ye gae too roun'." "Too roun I gae, yet blame me nae; Ye'll cause me na to shame; For better luve I that bonnie boy Than a' your weel-bred men."20 The king's ca'd up his wa'-wight men, That he paid meat an' fee: "Bring here to me that bonnie boy, An' we'll smore him right quietlie." Up hae they ta'en that bonnie boy,25 Put him 'tween twa feather beds; Naethin' was dane, nor naethin' said, Till that bonnie bonnie boy was dead. The king's ta'en out a braid braid sword, An' streak'd it on a strae;30 An' thro' an' thro' that bonnie boy's heart He's gart cauld iron gae. Out has he ta'en his poor bluidie heart, Set it in a tasse o' gowd, And set it before ladye Diamonds face,35 Said "Fair ladye, behold!" Up has she ta'en this poor bludie heart, An' holden it in her han'; "Better luved I that bonnie bonnie boy Than a' my father's lan'."40 Up has she ta'en his poor bludie heart, An' laid it at her head; The tears awa' frae her eyne did flee, An' ere midnicht she was dead.

"When will you marry me, William, And make me your wedded wife? Or take you your keen bright sword, And rid me out of my life." "Say no more then so, lady,5 Say you no more then so, For you shall unto the wild forrest, And amongst the buck and doe. "Where thou shalt eat of the hips and haws, And the roots that are so sweet,10 And thou shalt drink of the cold water That runs underneath your feet." Now had she not been in the wild forrest Passing three months and a day, But with hunger and cold she had her fill,15 Till she was quite worn away. At last she saw a fair tyl'd house, And there she swore by the rood, That she would to that fair tyl'd house, There for to get her some food.20 But when she came unto the gates, Aloud, aloud she cry'd, "An alms, an alms, my own sister! I ask you for no pride." Her sister call'd up her merry men all,25 By one, by two, and by three, And bid them hunt away that wild doe, As far as e'er they could see. They hunted her o're hill and dale, And they hunted her so sore,30 That they hunted her into the forrest, Where her sorrows grew more and more. She laid a stone all at her head, And another all at her feet, And down she lay between these two,35 Till death had lull'd her asleep. When sweet Will came and stood at her head, And likewise stood at her feet, A thousand times he kiss'd her cold lips, Her body being fast asleep.40 Yea, seaven times he stood at her feet, And seaven times at her head; A thousand times he shook her hand, Although her body was dead. "Ah wretched me!" he loudly cry'd,45 "What is it that I have done? O wou'd to the powers above I'de dy'd, When thus I left her alone! "Come, come, you gentle red-breast now, And prepare for us a tomb,50 Whilst unto cruel Death I bow, And sing like a swan my doom. "Why could I ever cruel be Unto so fair a creature; Alas! she dy'd for love of me,55 The loveliest she in nature! "For me she left her home so fair To wander in this wild grove, And there with sighs and pensive care She ended her life for love.60 "O constancy, in her thou'rt lost! Now let women boast no more; She's fled unto the Elizian coast, And with her carry'd the store. "O break, my heart, with sorrow fill'd,65 Come, swell, you strong tides of grief! You that my dear love have kill'd, Come, yield in death to me relief. "Cruel her sister, was't for me That to her she was unkind?70 Her husband I will never be, But with this my love be joyn'd. "Grim Death shall tye the marriage bands, Which jealousie shan't divide; Together shall tye our cold hands,75 Whilst here we lye side by side. "Witness, ye groves, and chrystal streams, How faithless I late have been; But do repent with dying leaves Of that my ungrateful sin;80 "And wish a thousand times that I Had been but to her more kind, And not have let a virgin dye, Whose equal there's none can find. "Now heaps of sorrow press my soul;85 Now, now 'tis she takes her way; I come, my love, without controule, Nor from thee will longer stay." With that he fetch'd a heavy groan, Which rent his tender breast,90 And then by her he laid him down, When as Death did give him rest. Whilst mournful birds, with leavy bows, To them a kind burial gave, And warbled out their love-sick vows,95 Whilst they both slept in their grave.

"Hand heede hertug Hyldebraand, Kongens sönn aff Engeland."

O did you ever hear of the brave Earl Brand? Hey lillie, ho lillie lallie! He's courted the king's daughter o' fair England, I' the brave nights so early. She was scarcely fifteen years that tide, When sae boldly she came to his bed-side. "O Earl Brand, how fain wad I see5 A pack of hounds let loose on the lea." "O lady fair, I have no steed but one, But thou shalt ride and I will run." "O Earl Brand, but my father has two, And thou shalt have the best of tho."10 Now they have ridden o'er moss and moor, And they have met neither rich nor poor. Till at last they met with old Carl Hood, He's aye for ill, and never for good. "Now, Earl Brand, an ye love me,15 Slay this old carl, and gar him dee." "O lady fair, but that would be sair, To slay an auld carl that wears grey hair. "My own lady fair, I'll not do that, I'll pay him his fee......."20 "O where have ye ridden this lee lang day, And where have ye stown this fair lady away?" "I have not ridden this lee lang day, Nor yet have I stown this lady away. "For she is, I trow, my sick sister,25 Whom I have been bringing fra Winchester." "If she's been sick, and nigh to dead, What makes her wear the ribbon so red? "If she's been sick, and like to die, What makes her wear the gold sae high?"30 When came the carl to the lady's yett, He rudely, rudely rapped thereat. "Now where is the lady of this hall?" "She's out with her maids a-playing at the ball." "Ha, ha, ha! ye are all mista'en;35 Ye may count your maidens owre again. "I met her far beyond the lea, With the young Earl Brand, his leman to be." Her father of his best men armed fifteen, And they're ridden after them bidene.40 The lady looked owre her left shoulder then; Says, "O Earl Brand, we are both of us ta'en." "If they come on me one by one, You may stand by till the fights be done. "But if they come on me one and all,45 You may stand by and see me fall." They came upon him one by one, Till fourteen battles he has won. And fourteen men he has them slain, Each after each upon the plain.50 But the fifteenth man behind stole round, And dealt him a deep and deadly wound. Though he was wounded to the deid, He set his lady on her steed. They rode till they came to the river Doune,55 And there they lighted to wash his wound. "O Earl Brand, I see your heart's blood!" "It's nothing but the glent and my scarlet hood." They rode till they came to his mother's yett, So faint and feebly he rapped thereat.60 "O my son's slain, he is falling to swoon, And it's all for the sake of an English loon!" "O say not so, my dearest mother, But marry her to my youngest brother. "To a maiden true he'll give his hand,65 To the king's daughter o' fair England. "[To the king's daughter o' fair England,] Hey lillie, ho lillie lallie! To a prize that was won by a slain brother's brand," I' the brave nights so early.

"Oh varda ben, Munfrenna,1 Oh varda qul castè:2 I'è trentatrè fantenni3 Ch' a j' ho menaji me.4 I m' han negà l' amure,5 La testa a j' ho "tajè.6 "Ch' u 'm digga lü, Sior Conte;7 Ch' u 'm lassa la so' spà."8 "Oh dimì ti, Monfrenna,9 Cosa ch' a 't na voi fa'?"10 "A voi tajè 'na frasca,11 Per ombra al me' cavà."12 Lesta con la spadenna13 Al cor a j' ha passà.14 "Va là, va là, Sior Conte,15 Va là 'nte quei boscon;16 Le spenni e li serpenti17 Saran toi compagnon."18