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The 
 
 Oxford Book of 
 
 Ballads 
 
Henry Frowde, M.A. 
 
 Publisher to the University x>f Oxford 
 
 London, Edinburgh, New York 
 
 Toronto and Melbourne 
 
The 
 Oxford Book of 
 
 Ballads 
 
 Chosen & Edited by 
 Arthur Quiller-Couch 
 
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 At the Clarendon Press 
 
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 A.Z55Z1Z 
 
TO 
 
 THB ONK SURVIVOR ' 
 
 OF THREE MEN 
 TO WHOM ALL LOVERS OF THE BALLAD 
 OWE MOST IN THESE TIMES 
 
 FRANCIS iAMES CHILD 
 FREDERICK JAMES FURNIVALL 
 
 AND 
 
 JOHN WESLEY HALES 
 
PREFACE 
 
 AS in The Oxford Book of English Verse I tried to 
 / \ range over the whole field of the English Lyric, 
 X \-and to choose the best, so in this volume I have 
 sought to bring together the best Ballads out of the whole 
 of our national stock. But the rhethod, order, balance of 
 the two books are different perforce, as the fates of the 
 Lyric and the Ballad have been diverse. While the 
 Lyric in general, still making for variety, is to-day more 
 prolific than ever and (all cant apart) promises fruit to 
 equal the best, that particular offshoot which we call the 
 Ballad has been dead, or as good as dead, for two hundred 
 years. It would seem to have discovered, almost at the 
 start, a very precise Platonic pattern of what its best 
 should be ; and having exhausted itself in reproducing 
 that, it declined (through a crab-apple stage of Broadsides) 
 into sterility. Therefore this anthology cannot be brought 
 down to the present day, and therefore the first half of it 
 contains far finer poetry than the second. 
 
 But it may be objected that among Ballads no such 
 thing as chronological order is possible ; and that, if it 
 were, I have not attempted it. 'Why then did I not 
 boldly mix up all my flowers in a heap and afterwards sit 
 down to re-arrange them, disregarding history, studious 
 only that one flower should set off another and the whole 
 
PREFACE 
 
 wreath be a well-balanced circle ? ' I will tiy to answer 
 this, premising only that tact is nine-ttnths of the antholo- 
 gist's business. It is very true that the Ballads have no 
 chronology : that no one can say when Hynd Horn was 
 composed, or assert with proof tliat Clerk Saunders is 
 younger than Childe Maurice or Tam Lin older than Sir 
 Patrick Spens, though that all five are older than The 
 Children in the Wood no one witli an ounce of literary 
 sense would deny. Even of oui- few certainties we have 
 to remember that, where almost everything depends on 
 oial tradition, it may easily happen — in fact happens not 
 seldom — that a really old ballad 'of the best period' has 
 reached us late and in a corrupted form, its original gold 
 overlaid with silver and bronze. It is true, moreover, that 
 these pages, declining an impossible order, decline also the 
 pretence to it. I have arranged the ballads in seven 
 books : of which the first deals with Magic, the ' Seely 
 Court ', and the supernatural ; the second (and on the 
 whole the most beautiful) with stories of absolute romance 
 such as Childe Waters, Lord Ingram, Toung Andrew ; 
 the third with romance shading off into real history, as in 
 Sir Patrick Spens, Hugh of Lincoln, The Queens Marie ; 
 the fouith with Early Carols and ballads of Holy Writ. 
 This closes Part I. Tlie fifth book is all of the Green- 
 wood and Robin Hood ; the sixth follows history down 
 from Chevy Chase and the Homeric deeds of Douglas and 
 Percy to less renowned if not less spirited Border feuds ; 
 while the seventh and last book presents the Ballad in 
 viii 
 
PREFACE 
 
 various aspects of false beginning and decline — The Old 
 Cloak, which deserved a long line of children but in fact 
 has had few ; Barbara Allen, late but exquisite ; Lord 
 Lo'vel, which is silly sooth ; and The Suffolk Trdgedy^ 
 wherein a magnificent ballad-theme is ambled to market 
 like so much butter. My hope is that this arrangement, 
 while it avoids mixing up things that differ and keeps con- 
 sorted those (the Robin Hood Ballads for example) which 
 naturally go together, does ' in round numbers ' give a view 
 of the Ballad in its perfection and decline, and that so my 
 book may be useful to the student as well as to the dis- 
 interested lover of poetry for whom it is chiefly intended. 
 
 This brings me to tlie matter of text. To make 
 a ' scientific ' anthology of the Ballads was out of the 
 question. In so far as scientific treatment could be brought 
 to them the work had been done, for many generations to 
 come, if not finally, by the late Professor Child ' in his 
 monumental edition, to which at every turn I have been 
 indebted for guidance back to the originals. Child's method 
 was to get hold of every ballad in every extant version, good, 
 bad, or indifferent, and to print these versions side by side, 
 with a foreword on the ballad's history, packed with every 
 illustration that could be contributed out of his immense 
 knowledge of the folk-poetry of every race and country. His 
 work, as I say, left no room for follower or imitator ; but 
 
 • A smaller edition of 'Child', excellently planned, by Helen 
 Child Sargent and George Lyman Kittredge, is published in 
 England by Mr. Nutt. 
 
 3 3 ix 
 
PREFACE 
 
 fortunately it lies almost as wide of my purpose as of my 
 learning. My reader did not require Sir Patrick Spens or 
 May Cohin in a dozen or twenty versions : he wanted one 
 ballad, one Sir Patrick Spent, one May Cohin, and that 
 the best. How could I give him the best in my power ? 
 
 There is only one way. It was Scott's way, and the 
 way of William Allingham, who has been at pains to define 
 it in the preface to his Ballad Book (Macmillan) : — 
 
 The various oral versions of a popular ballad obtain- 
 able throughout England, Scotland, and Ireland, are 
 perhaps, even at this late day,' practically innumerable — 
 one as ' authentic ' as another. What then to do ? . . . 
 The right course has appeared to be this, to make 
 oneself acquainted with all attainable versions of a ballad. 
 Then (granting a ' turn ' for such things, to begin ; 
 without which all were labour in vain) the editor may be 
 sup])osed to get as much insight as may be into the 
 origin and character of the ballad in question ; he sees 
 or surmises more or less as to the earliest version or 
 versions, as to blunders, corruptions, alterations of every 
 sort (national, local, personal) on the part of the reciters ; 
 lie then comes to investigate the doings of former editors, 
 adopting thankfully what he finds good, correcting at 
 points whereupon he has attained better information, 
 rejecting (when for the worse) acknowledged or obvious 
 interpolations or changes. He has to give it in one form 
 — the best according to his judgement and feeling — in 
 firm black and white, for critics, and for readers cultivated 
 and simple. 
 
 This fairly describes Scott's method as well as 
 Allingham's own. But while I must claim along with 
 
 ' 1864. 
 
PREFACE 
 
 them 'a '■turn" for such things' (the claim is implicit in 
 my attempt), these two men were poets, and could dare 
 more boldly than I to rewrite a faulty stanza or to supply 
 a missing one. Of this ticklish license I have been 
 extremely chary, and have used it with the double precaution 
 (l) of employing, so far as might be, words and phrases 
 found elsewhere in the text of the ballad, and (2) of printing 
 these experiments in square brackets,' that the reader may 
 not be misled, Maybe I should have resisted the 
 temptation altogether but for the necessity — in a work 
 intended for all sorts of readers, young and old — of 
 removing or reducing here and there in these eight hundred 
 and sixty-five pages a coarse or a brutal phrase. To those 
 who deny the necessity I will only answer that while no 
 literature in the world exercises a stronger or on the whole 
 a saner fascination upon imaginative youth than do these 
 ballads, it seems to me wiser to omit a stanza from 
 Glasgerion, for example, or to modify a line in Toung 
 Hunting, tlian to withhold these beautiful things altogether 
 from boy or maid. 
 
 Before leaving this subject of texts and their handling, 
 I must express my thanks for the permission given me to 
 make free use of the text of the Percy Folio MS., edited 
 by Professors Hales and Furnivall some forty years ago. 
 This was of course indispensable. In the history of our 
 
 ' This does not hold of smsU transpositions, elisions of 
 superfluous words, or corrections of spelling. In these matters 
 I have allowed myself a free hand. 
 
 xi 
 
PREFACE 
 
 ballad-literature the Reliques themselves are, if something 
 more of a landmark, much less of a trophy than the three 
 famous volumes so romantically achieved by Professor 
 Child and their tvifo editors, whose labour has been scarcely 
 more honourable than their liberality which has ever laid 
 its results open to men's benefit. Mr. Child died in 1 896 ; 
 Mr. Furnivall a few months ago. To Mr. Hales, sur- 
 vivor of the famous three, I owe the permission given 
 with a courtesy which set a fresh value on what was al- 
 ready beyond value. I must also thank the Rev. Sabine 
 Baring-Gould for leav€ to include The Brown Girl and 
 other ballads from his Songs of the West and Jl Garland 
 of Country Song (Methuen). It were idle to quote all the 
 scholars — Ritson, Herd, Scott, Jamieson and the rest — 
 to whose labours every ballad-editor must be indebted : but 
 among younger men I wish to thank Mr. F. Sidgwick, 
 whose method in his two volumes of Ballads (Bullen) I 
 can admire the more unreservedly because it differs from 
 mine. 
 
 I hope, at any rate, that in presenting each ballad as one, 
 and reconstructing it sometimes from many versions, 
 1 have kept pretty constantly to the idea, of which Pro- 
 fessor Ker ' says — ' The truth is that the Ballad is an 
 Idea, a Poetical Form, which can take up any matter, and 
 does not leave that matter as it was before.' If the 
 reader interrogate me concerning this Idea of the Ballad, as 
 
 ' 0}i the History of the Ballads, uoo-ijoo, by W. P. Ker, 
 Proceedings of the British Academy, vol. iv. 
 
PREFACE 
 
 Mr. PecksnifF demanded of Mrs. Todgers her Notion of 
 a Wooden Leg-, Professor Ker has my answer prepared : — 
 
 In spite of Socrates and his logic we may venture to 
 say, in answer to the question ' What is a ballad ? ' — 
 ' A Ballad is The Milldams of Binnorie and Sir Patrick 
 Spens and The Doug/as Tragedy and Lord Randal and 
 Childe Maurice, and things of that sort. 
 
 There the reader has it, without need of the definition 
 or of the historical account which this Preface must not 
 attempt. Its author, no doubt, is destined to consign, 
 some day, and ' come to dust ' with more learned editors : 
 but meanwhile, if one ask ' What is. a Ballad ? ' — I answer. 
 It is these things ; and it is 
 
 and 
 
 It is 
 
 and 
 
 and 
 
 About the dead hour o' the night 
 
 She heard the bridles ring. {J'am Lin) 
 
 But this ladye is gone to her chamber, 
 
 Her maydens following bright. {Sir Cawline) 
 
 ' O we were sisters, sisters seven ; 
 
 We were the fairest under heaven.' {Cospatrict) 
 
 ' I see no harm by you, Margaret, 
 Nor you see none by me.' 
 
 {Fair Margaret and Siueet WiUiam) 
 
 In somer, when the shawes be sheyne, 
 And leves be large and long. 
 
 {Robin Hood and the Monk) 
 
PREFACE 
 
 and 
 
 O there was horsing, horsing in haste, 
 And cracking of whips out owre the lee. 
 
 (jirchie of Cawfield) 
 It is even 
 
 And there did he see brave Captain Ogilvie 
 A-training of his men on the green. 
 
 [The Duke of Gordon's Daughter) 
 
 Like the Clown In Twelfth Night, it can sing both high 
 
 and low : but the note is unmistakable whether it sing 
 
 high: 
 
 O cocks are crowing on merry middle-earth ; 
 I wot the wild fowls are boding day. 
 
 {Clerk Saunders) 
 
 Half-owre, half-owre to Aberdour, 
 
 'Tis fifty fathoms deep ; 
 And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens, 
 
 Wi' the Scots lords at his feet ! 
 
 {Sir Patrick Spens) 
 
 ' O Earl Bran', I see your heart's bloud ! ' — 
 
 Ay lally, o My tally 
 ' It 's na but the glent o' my scarlet hood ' 
 
 All i' the night sae early. {Earl Brand) 
 
 or low 
 
 Then up bespake the bride's mother — 
 
 She never was heard to speak so free : 
 ' Ye'll not forsake my only daughter, 
 Though Susie Pye has cross'd the sea.' 
 
 {Toung Beichan) 
 ' An' thu sail marry a proud gunner. 
 An' a proud gunner I'm sure he'll be.' 
 
 {The Great Siliie of Sule Skerrle) 
 xiv 
 
PREFACE 
 
 Rise up, rise up, brother Dives, 
 
 And go with us to see 
 A dismal place, prepared in liell, 
 
 To sit on a serpent's knee. {Dives and Lazarus) 
 
 or, merely flat and pedestrian : 
 
 There was slayne upon the English part 
 
 For sooth as I you say, 
 Of nine thousand English men 
 
 Five hundred came away. {Otterburri) 
 
 But it is always unmistakable and like no other thing in 
 poetry ; in proof of which let me offer one simple, practical 
 test. If any man ever steeped himself in balladry, that 
 man was Scott, and once or twice, as in Proud Mais'ie 
 and Brignatt Banks, he came near to distil the essence. 
 If any man, taking the Ballad for his model, has ever 
 sublimated its feeling and language in a poem 
 
 seraphically free 
 From taint of personality, 
 
 that man was Coleridge and that poem his Ancient Mariner. 
 If any poet now alive can be called a ballad-writer of genius, 
 it is the author of Danny Deever and East and West. 
 But let the reader suppose a fascicule of such jioems bound 
 up with the present collection, and he will perceive that 
 I could have gone no straighter way to destroy the singu- 
 larity of the book. 
 
 In claiming this singularity for the Ballad I do not seek 
 to exalt it above any other lyrical form. Rather I am 
 ready to admit, out of some experience in anthologizing, 
 
 XV 
 
PREFACE 
 
 that when a ballad is set in a collection alongside the best 
 of Herrick, Gray, Landor, Browning — to name four poets 
 opposite as the poles and to say nothing of such master- 
 work as Spenser's Epithalamton or Milton's Lyc'idas — it is 
 the ballad that not only suffers by the apposition but suffers 
 to a surprising degree ; so that I have sometimes been 
 forced to reconsider my affection, and ask 'Are these ballads 
 really beautiful as they have always appeared to me ? ' In 
 truth (as I take it) the contrast is unfair to them, much as 
 any contrast between children and grown folk would be 
 unfair. They appealed to something young in the national 
 mind, and the young still ramp through Percy's Reliques — 
 as I hope they will through this book — 'trailing clouds of 
 glory,' following tlie note in Elmond's wood — 
 
 May Margaret sits in her bower door 
 
 Sewing her silken seam ; 
 She heard a note in Elmond's wood, 
 
 And wish'd she there had been. 
 
 She loot the seam fa' frae her side, 
 
 The needle to her tae, 
 And she is on to Elmond's wood 
 
 As fast as she could gae. 
 
 A. Q. C. 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 PART I 
 
 BOOK I 
 
 NO. 
 
 
 
 PAGE 
 
 / I. Thomas the Rhymer. . . . . i 
 
 J 2. Tam Lin 
 
 
 
 4 
 
 3. Sir Caft'line 
 
 
 
 14 
 
 4. Sir Aldingar 
 
 
 
 20 
 
 5. Cospatrick 
 
 
 
 29 
 
 6. Willy's Lady . 
 
 
 
 36 
 
 7. The Queen of Elfland's Nourice 
 
 
 
 41 
 
 -^8. Lady Isabel and the Elf-Knight 
 
 
 
 43 
 
 9. The Riddling Knight 
 
 
 
 46 
 
 iO. May Colvin 
 
 
 
 47 
 
 /il. The Wee Wee Man . 
 
 
 
 SI 
 
 /12. Alison Gross . 
 
 
 
 52 
 
 1 3 . Kemp Owyne . 
 
 
 
 55 
 
 1 4. The Laily Worm . 
 
 
 
 59 
 
 15. King Orfeo 
 
 
 
 62 
 
 ■/ 16. King Henry 
 
 
 
 64^ 
 
 17. The Boy and the Mantle . 
 
 
 
 68 
 
 , 1 8. King Arthur and King Cornwall 
 
 
 
 75 
 
 > 1 9. The Marriage of Sir Gavvain 
 
 
 
 88 
 
 20. Bonnie Annie .... 
 
 
 
 98 
 
 21. Brown Robyn's Confession 
 
 
 
 100 
 
NO. 
 22. 
 
 23- 
 24. 
 
 26. 
 
 /28. 
 
 29. 
 
 SC- 
 v^32. 
 
 SS' 
 ■/34- 
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 The Cruel Mother 
 
 Binnorie . 
 
 The Broomfield Hill . 
 
 Earl Mar's Daughter 
 
 Proud Lady Margaret 
 
 Clerk Saunders . 
 
 The Daemon Lover . 
 
 Clerk Colven . 
 
 Young Hunting 
 
 The Great Silkie of Sule Skerrie 
 
 The Wife of Usher's Well 
 
 A Lyke-Wake Dirge 
 
 The Unquiet Grave . 
 
 BOOK II 
 
 35. Hynd Horn 
 
 36. Hynd Etin 
 
 37. Erlinton . 
 
 38. Earl Brand 
 
 39. The Douglas Tragedy 
 -4o. Glasgerion 
 
 41. King Estmere . 
 i4z- Fair Annie 
 
 43. The Lass of Lochroyan 
 
 44. Young Bekie 
 /45. Young Beichan . 
 V46. Childe Waters . 
 
 47. Childe Maurice 
 
 48. Brown Adam . 
 
 49. Jellon Grarae . 
 ^ 50. Little Musgrave and- Lady Barnard 
 
 xviii 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 NO. 
 
 51. Lord Ingram and Childe Vyet ' 
 \^ 2 . Fair Janet 
 53. Old Robin of Portingale , 
 '54. Lord Tiiomas and Fair Annet . 
 
 55. Rose the Red and White Lily 
 
 56. Leesome Brand 
 
 57. Babylon .... 
 
 58. Prince Robert . 
 
 59. Young Andrew 
 
 60. The Gay Goshawk . 
 
 61. Willie's Lyke-Wake . 
 
 62. Fair Margaret and Sweet William 
 
 63. The Twa Brothers . 
 
 64. The Cruel Brother . 
 
 65. Edward, Edward 
 
 66. Lord Randal . 
 "^67. The Twa Corbies 
 v'^8. The Three Ravens . 
 
 BOOK III 
 
 69. The Nut-Brown Maid 
 
 70. Pause Foodrage 
 
 71. The Fair Flower of Northumberland 
 
 72. Young John 
 
 73. Lady Maisry . 
 
 74. Bonny Bee Ho'ra 
 
 75. Sir Patrick Spens 
 
 76. The Lord of Lorn 
 ,77. Edom o' Gordon 
 
 7'78. Lamkin . 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 
 
 NO. 
 
 79. Hugh of Lincoln . . . • • 
 
 80. The Heir of Linne . 
 
 
 
 
 81. Fair Mary of Wallington 
 
 
 
 
 8z. Young Waters . 
 
 
 
 
 83. The Queen's Maiie . 
 
 
 
 
 84. The Outlaw Murray . 
 
 
 
 
 85. Glenlogie 
 
 
 
 
 86. Lady Elspat . 
 
 
 
 
 87. .Tamie Douglas . 
 
 
 
 
 88. Katharine Johnstone . 
 
 
 
 
 89. Johnie Armstrong 
 
 
 
 
 90. Clyde Water . 
 
 
 
 
 91. Young Benjie . 
 
 
 
 
 92. Annan Water . 
 
 
 
 
 93. Rare Willie Drowned in Yarrow 
 
 
 
 94. The Duke of Gordon's Daughter 
 
 
 
 795. The Bonny Earl of Murray 
 
 
 
 96. Bonny George Campbell . 
 
 • 
 
 BOOK IV 
 
 97. Judas 
 
 98. St. Stephen and King Herod 
 
 
 
 99. The Maid and the Palmer . 
 
 
 
 100. The Falcon 
 
 
 
 
 10 1. The Cherry- Tree Carol 
 
 
 
 
 102. The Carnal and the Crane . 
 
 
 
 
 10 J. Jolly Wat 
 
 
 
 
 1 04. I Saw Three Ships . 
 
 
 
 
 105. The Twelve Good Joys 
 
 
 
 
 106. The Angel Gabriel . 
 
 
 
 
 107. The Three Kings . 
 
 
 
 
 PAGE 
 

 CONTENTS 
 
 
 NO. 
 
 io8. 
 
 The Innocents .... 
 
 PAGE 
 
 • 4SI 
 
 109. 
 
 Dives and Lazarus . 
 
 • 4SS 
 
 no. 
 III. 
 
 The Holy Well 
 The Seven Virgins . 
 
 PART II 
 
 BOOK V 
 
 • 4S8 
 . 460 
 
 112. Robyn and Gandelyn .... 462 
 
 113. The Birth of Robin Hood . . . .465, 
 
 114. Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough, and William 
 
 of Cloudesley ..... 468 
 
 1 1 5. A Little Geste of Robin Hood and his Meiny 497 
 
 yil6, Robin Hood and Guy of Gisborne . . 575 
 
 -^117. Robin Hood and the Monk . . .585 
 
 118. Robin Hood and the Curtal Friar . . 600 
 
 119. Robin Hood and the Butcher . . . 607 
 
 120. Robin Hood and the Bishop of Hereford . 612 
 
 121. Robin Hood and Alan a Dale . . .616 
 
 122. Robin Hood and the Widow's Three Sons . 621 
 
 123. Robin Hood's Golden Prize . . .626 
 
 124. The Noble Fisherman .... 630 
 
 125. The Death of Robin Hood . . -635 
 
 BOOK vr 
 
 126. Durham Field ...... 640 
 
 127. The Battle of Otterburn . . . .651 
 
 128. Chevy Chase 664 
 
 129. Northumberland Betrayed by Douglas . . 675 
 

 CONTENTS 
 
 
 NO. 
 
 
 PAGE 
 
 130. 
 
 Sir Andrew Barton . 
 
 684 
 
 131- 
 
 The ' George Aloe ' . 
 
 ■697 
 
 132. 
 
 The ' Golden Vanity ' . . . 
 
 ■701 
 
 133- 
 
 John Dory ..... 
 
 703 
 
 134- 
 
 Willie Macintosh .... 
 
 704 
 
 135- 
 
 The Bonnie House 0' Airlie 
 
 705 
 
 136. 
 
 Johnnie of Cockersleq ,„_. 
 
 707 
 
 137- 
 
 Kinmont Willie ; . ' 
 
 712 
 
 138- 
 
 Jock 0' the Side .... 
 
 720 
 
 139- 
 
 Hobbie Noble 
 
 726 
 
 1 40. 
 
 Archie of Cawfield .... 
 
 732 
 
 141. 
 
 Jamie Telfer in the Fair Dodhead 
 
 738 
 
 142. 
 
 Dick 0' the Cow . . 
 
 746 
 
 143- 
 
 Hughie the Graeme .... 
 
 ■757 
 
 144. 
 
 The Lochmaben Harper . 
 
 759 
 
 145. 
 
 The Fire of Frendraught . 
 
 763 
 
 1 46. 
 
 The Death of Parcy Reed . 
 
 .767 
 
 147. 
 
 Baby Livingston .... 
 
 774 
 
 148. 
 
 The Gypsy Countess .... 
 
 781 
 
 149. 
 
 The Baron of Brackley 
 
 783 
 
 150. 
 
 The Dowie Houms of Yarrow . 
 
 786 
 
 151. 
 
 Lord Maxwell's Last Goodnight 
 
 789 
 
 152. 
 
 Helen of Kirconnell .... 
 
 792 
 
 153- 
 
 The Lament of the Border Widow 
 
 793 
 
 BOOK VI r 
 
 154. Lady Alice 
 
 155. Lord Lovel 
 
 156. The Trees so High . 
 
 157. The Brown Girl 
 ^158. Barbara Allen's Cruelty 
 
 795 
 796 
 
 798 
 800 
 802 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 NO. 
 
 
 
 PAGE 
 
 159. 
 
 The Gardener 
 
 804 
 
 160. 
 
 The Lowlands 0' Holland .... 
 
 806 
 
 161. 
 
 The Spanish Lady's Love . 
 
 807 
 
 162. 
 
 The Bailiff's Daughter of Islington 
 
 811 
 
 163. 
 
 The Blind Beggar's Daughter of Bednall- 
 
 
 
 Green ...... 
 
 813 
 
 164. 
 
 The Loving Ballad of Lord Bateman . 
 
 82s 
 
 165. 
 
 Mary Ambree ...... 
 
 829 
 
 166. 
 
 The Lady turned Serving-Man 
 
 
 832 
 
 167. 
 
 The Simple Ploughboy 
 
 
 837 
 
 168. 
 
 Cawsand Bay . 
 
 
 839 
 
 169. 
 
 The Greenland Fishery 
 
 
 841 
 
 170. 
 
 The Old Cloak 
 
 
 843 
 
 171. 
 
 Widdicombe Fair 
 
 
 84s 
 
 172. 
 
 Get Up and Bar the Door . 
 
 
 847 
 
 173- 
 
 King John and the Abbot of Canterbury 
 
 8+9 
 
 174. 
 
 The Children in the Wood 
 
 854 
 
 175- 
 
 The Suffolk Miracle ... 
 
 860 
 
 176. 
 
 Bessie Bell and Mary Gray 
 
 
 865 
 
 Index of First Lines 
 
 867 
 
Certainly, T must confesse my own har- 
 barousnes, I neuer heard the olde song of 
 Percy and Duglas that I found not mj heart 
 mooued more then with a Trumpet. 
 
 Sir Philip Sidney. 
 
BOOK I 
 
 /. Thomas the J^ymer 
 
 I 
 
 TRUE Thomas lay on Huntlie bank ; 
 A ferlie he spied wi' his e'e ; 
 And there he saw a ladye bright 
 
 Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. 
 II 
 Her skirt was o' the grass-green silk, 
 
 Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; 
 At ilka tett o' her horse's mane 
 Hung fifty siller bells and nine. 
 Ill 
 True Thomas he pu'd afF his cap, 
 
 And louted low down on his knee : 
 ' Hail to thee, Mary, Queen of Heaven ! 
 For thy peer on earth could never be.' 
 
 IV 
 
 ' O no, O no, Thomas,' she said, 
 ' That name does not belang to me ; 
 
 I'm but the Queen o' fair Elfland, 
 That am hither come to visit thee. 
 
 V 
 
 ' Harp and carp, Thomas,' she said ; 
 
 ' Harp and carp along wi' me ; 
 And if ye dare to kiss my lips, 
 
 Sure of your bodie I will be.' 
 
 ferlie] marvel. , tett] tuft. harp and carp] play 
 
 and recite (as a minstrel). 
 
 -' 1225 B I 
 
THOMAS THE RHYMER 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Betide me weal, betide me woe, 
 That weird shall never daunten me.' 
 
 Syne he has kiss'd her rosy lips, 
 All underneath the Eildon Tree. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Now ye maun go wi' me,' she said, 
 ' True Thomas, ye maun go wi' me ; 
 
 And ye maun serve me seven years. 
 
 Thro' weal or woe as may chance to be.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 She's mounted on her milk-white steed. 
 She 's ta'en true Thomas up behind ; 
 
 And aye, whene'er her bridle rang. 
 The steed gaed swifter than the wind. 
 
 IX 
 
 O they rade on, and farther on. 
 
 The steed gaed swifter than the wind ; 
 
 Until they reach'd a desert wide. 
 And living land was left behind. 
 
 X 
 
 ' Light down, light down now, true Thomas, 
 And lean your head upon my knee ; 
 
 Abide ye there a little space. 
 
 And I will show you ferlies three. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' O see ye not yon narrow road, 
 
 So thick beset wi' thorns and briers ? 
 
 That is the Path of Righteousness, 
 Though after it but few inquires. 
 
 weird] doom. 
 
THOMAS THE RHYMER 
 
 XII 
 
 ' And see ye not yon braid, braid road, 
 
 That lies across the lily leven ? 
 That is the Path of Wickedness, 
 
 Though some call it the Road to Heaven. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' And see ye not yon bonny road 
 
 That winds about the fernie brae ? 
 That is the Road to fair Elfland, 
 
 Where thou and I this night maun gae. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' But, Thomas, ye sail haud your tongue, 
 
 Whatever ye may hear or see ; 
 For speak ye word in Elflyn-land, 
 
 Ye'll ne'er win back to your ain countrie.' 
 
 XV 
 
 O they fade on, and farther on, 
 
 And they waded rivers abune the knee ; 
 
 And they saw neither sun nor moon. 
 But they heard the roaring of the sea. 
 
 XVI 
 
 It was mirk, mirk night, there was nae starlight. 
 They waded thro' red blude to the knee; ; 
 
 For a' the blude that 's shed on the earth 
 Rins through the springs o' that countrie. 
 
 XVII 
 
 Syne they came to a garden green, 
 
 And she pu'd an apple frae a tree ; 
 ' Take this for thy wages, true Thomas ; ' 
 
 It will give thee the tongue that can never lee.' 
 
 leven] ? lawn. 
 
 3 
 
THOMAS THE RHYMER 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' My tongue is my ain,' true Thomas he said ; 
 
 ' A gudely gift ye wad gie to me ! 
 I neither dought to buy or sell 
 
 At fair or tryst where I might be, 
 
 XIX 
 ' I dought neither speak to prince or peer. 
 
 Nor ask of grace from fair ladye !' — 
 ' Now haud thy peace, Thomas,' she said, 
 
 ' For as I say, so must it be.' 
 
 XX 
 
 He has gotten a coat of the even cloth. 
 And a pair o' shoon of the velvet green ; 
 
 And till seven years were gane and past. 
 True Thomas on earth was never seen. 
 
 2. Tarn Lin 
 
 ^f~\ I forbid you, maidens a', 
 V^ That wear gowd on your hair, 
 To come or gae by Carterhaugh, 
 For young Tam Lin is there. 
 
 II 
 ' For even about that knight's middle 
 
 O* siller bells are nine ; 
 And nae maid comes to Carterhaugh 
 And a maid returns again.' 
 dought] could. even cloth] smooth cloth. 
 4 
 
TAM LIN 
 
 Fair Janet sat in her bonny bower, 
 
 Sewing her silken seam; 
 And wish'd to be in Carterhaugh 
 
 Amang the leaves sae green. 
 
 IV 
 
 She 's lat her seam fa' to her feet, 
 
 The needle to her tae, 
 And she 's awa' to Carterhaugh 
 
 As fast as she could gae. 
 
 V 
 
 And she has kilted her green kirtle 
 
 A little abune her knee ; 
 And she has braided her yellow hair 
 
 A little abune her bree ; 
 And she has gaen for Carterhaugh 
 
 As fast as she can hie. 
 
 She hadna pu'd a rose, a rose, 
 
 A rose but barely ane, 
 When up and started young Tarn Lin ; 
 
 Says, ' Ladye, let alane. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' What gars ye pu' the rose, Janet ? 
 
 What gars ye break the tree ? 
 What gars ye come to Carterhaugh 
 
 Without the leave o' me ? ' 
 
 tae] toe. bree] eye-brow. 
 
TAM LIN 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Weel may I pu' the rose,' she says, 
 
 ' And ask no leave at thee ; 
 For Carterhaugh it is my ain, 
 
 My daddy gave it me.' 
 
 IX 
 
 He 's ta'en her by the milk-white hand, 
 And by the grass-green sleeve, 
 
 He 's led her to the fairy ground 
 At her he ask'd nae leave. 
 
 X 
 
 Janet has kilted her green kirtle 
 
 A little abune her knee, 
 And she has snooded her yellow hair 
 
 A little abune her bree, 
 And she is to her father's ha' 
 
 As fast as she can hie. 
 
 XI 
 
 But when she came to her father's ha', 
 
 She look'd sae wan and pale, 
 They thought the lady had gotten a fright. 
 
 Or with sickness she did ail. 
 
 XII 
 
 Four and twenty ladies fair 
 
 Were playing at the ba', 
 And out then came fair Janet 
 
 Ance the flower amang them a'. 
 
 XIII 
 
 Four and twenty ladies fair 
 
 Were playing at the chess, 
 And out then came fair Janet 
 
 As green as onie glass. 
 6 
 
TAM LIN 
 
 XIV 
 
 Out then spak' an auld grey knight 
 
 'Lay owre the Castle wa', 
 And says, ' Alas, fair Janet ! 
 
 For thee we'll be blamed a',' 
 XV 
 
 ' Hauld your tongue, ye auld-faced knight, 
 
 Some ill death may ye die ! 
 Father my bairn on whom I will, 
 
 I'll father nane on thee. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' O if my love were an earthly knight, 
 
 As he is an elfin gay, 
 I wadna gie my ain true-love 
 
 For nae laird that ye hae. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' The steed that my true-love rides on 
 
 Is fleeter nor the wind ; 
 Wi' siller he is shod before, 
 
 Wi' burning gold behind.' 
 
 XVII I 
 
 Out then spak' her brither dear — 
 
 He meant to do her harm : 
 ' There grows an herb in Cailerhaugh 
 
 Will twine you an' the bairn.' 
 
 XIX 
 
 Janet has kilted her green kirtle 
 
 A little abune her knee, 
 And she has snooded her yellow hair 
 
 A little abune her bree, 
 And she 's awa' to Carterhaugh 
 
 As fast as she can hie. 
 
 twine] part, sunder. 
 
TAM LIN 
 
 XX 
 
 She liadna pu'd a leaf, a leaf, 
 
 A leaf but only twae. 
 When up and started young Tarn Lm, 
 
 Says, ' Ladye, thou 's pu' nae mae. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' How dar' ye pu' a leaf ? ' he says, 
 
 ' How dar' ye break the tree ? 
 How dar' ye scathe my babe,' he says, 
 
 ' That 's between you and me ? ' 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' O tell me, tell me, Tam,' she says, 
 
 ' For His sake that died on tree. 
 If ye were ever in holy chapel 
 
 Or sain'd in Christentie ? ' 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' The truth I'll tell to thee, Janet, 
 
 Ae word I winna lee ; 
 A knight me got, and a lady me bore. 
 
 As well as they did thee. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' Roxburgh he was my grandfather, 
 
 Took me with him to bide ; 
 And ance it fell upon a day. 
 
 As hunting I did ride, 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' There came a wind out o' the north, 
 
 A sharp wind an' a snell, 
 A dead sleep it came over me 
 
 And frae my horse I fell ; 
 And the Queen o' Fairies she took me 
 
 In yon green hill to dv/ell. 
 scathe] harm. sain'd] blessed, baptised. snell] keen, cold. 
 
TAM LIN 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' And pleasant is the fairy land 
 For those that in it dwell, 
 
 But ay at end of seven years 
 They pay a teind to hell ; 
 
 I am sae fair and fu' o' flesh 
 I'm fear'd 'twill be mysell. 
 
 xxvn 
 ' But the night is Hallowe'en, Janet, 
 
 The morn is Hallowday ; 
 Then win me, win me, an ye will, 
 
 For weel I wat ye may. 
 
 ' The night it is gude Hallowe'en, 
 
 The fairy folk do ride, 
 And they that wad their true-love win, 
 
 At Miles Cross they maun bide.' — 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' But how should I you ken, Tam Lin, 
 
 How should I borrow you, 
 Amang a pack of uncouth knights 
 
 The like I never saw ? ' — 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' You'll do you down to Miles Cross 
 
 Between twel' hours^ and ane. 
 And fill your hands o' the holy water 
 
 And cast your compass roun'. 
 
 teind] tithe. borrow] ransom. uncouth] unknown. 
 B 3 9 
 
TAM LIN 
 
 XXXI 
 ' The first company that passes by, 
 
 Say na, and let them gae ; 
 The neist company that passes by, 
 
 Say na, and do right sae ; 
 The third company that passes by, 
 
 Then I'll be ane o' thae. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' O first let pass the black, ladye. 
 And syne let pass the brown ; 
 
 But quickly run to the milk-white steed, 
 Pu' ye his rider down, 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' For some ride on the black, ladye, 
 And some ride on the brown ; 
 
 But I ride on a milk-white steed, 
 A gowd star on my crown : 
 
 Because I was an earthly knight 
 They gie me that renown. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 ' My light hand will be gloved, ladye. 
 
 My left hand will be bare. 
 And thae's the tokens I gie thee ; 
 
 Nae doubt I will be there. 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' Ye'll tak' my horse then by the head 
 
 And let the bridle fa' ; 
 The Queen o' Elfin she'll cry out 
 
 " True Tam Lin he's awa' ! " 
 
TAM LIN 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 ' They'll turn me in your arms, ladye, 
 
 An aske but and a snake ; 
 But hauld me fast, let me na gae, 
 
 To be your warldis make. 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' They'll turn me in your arms, ladye, 
 
 But and a deer so wild ; 
 But hauld me fast, let me na gae, 
 
 The father o' your child. 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 ' They'll shape me in your arms, ladye, 
 
 A hot iron at the fire ; 
 But hauld me fast, let me na go. 
 
 To be your heart's desire. 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 ' They'll shape me last in your arms, Janet, 
 
 A mother-naked man ; 
 Cast your green mantle over me. 
 
 And sae will I be won.' 
 
 XL 
 
 Janet lias kilted her green kirtle 
 
 A little abune the knee ; 
 And she has snooded her yellow hair 
 
 A little abune her bree. 
 And she is on to Miles Cross 
 
 As fast as she can hie. 
 
 * XLI 
 
 About the dead hour o' the night 
 
 She heard the bridles ring ; 
 And Janet was as glad at that 
 
 As any earthly thing. 
 
 aske] newt, lizard. make] mate, husband. 
 
 ti 
 
TAM LIN 
 
 XLII 
 
 And first gaed by the black, black steed, 
 And syne gaed by the brown ; 
 
 But fast she gript the milk-white steed 
 And pu'd the rider down. 
 
 XLin 
 She 's pu'd him frae the milk-white steed, 
 
 An' loot the bridle fa', 
 And up there rase an eldritch cry, 
 
 'True Tarn Lin he's awa'! ' 
 
 XLIV 
 
 They shaped him in her arms twa 
 
 An aske but and a snake ; 
 But aye she grips and hau'ds him fast 
 
 To be her warldis make. 
 
 XLV 
 
 They shaped him in her arms twa 
 
 But and a deer sae wild ; 
 But aye she grips and hau'ds him fast, 
 
 The father o' her child. 
 
 XLVI 
 
 They shaped him in lier arms twa 
 
 A hot iron at the fire ; 
 But aye she grips and liau'ds him fast 
 
 To be her heart's desire. 
 
 XLVII 
 
 They shaped him in her arms at last 
 
 A mother-naked man ; 
 She cast her mantle over him, 
 
 And sae her love she wan. 
 
 loot] let. eldritch] unearthly. 
 
TAM LIN 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 Up then spak' the Queen o' Fairies, 
 
 Out o' a bush o' broom, 
 ' She that has borrow'd young Tarn Linr 
 
 Has gotten a stately groom.' 
 
 XLIX 
 
 Out then spak' the Queen o' Fairies, 
 
 And an angry woman was she, 
 ' Slie 's ta'en awa' the bonniest knight 
 
 In a' my companie ! 
 
 L 
 
 ' But what I ken this night, Tam Lin, 
 
 Gin I had kent yestreen, 
 I wad ta'en out thy heart o' flesh. 
 
 And put in a heart o' stane. 
 
 LI 
 
 ' And adieu, Tam Lin ! But gin I had kent 
 
 A ladye wad borrow'd thee, 
 I wad ta'en out tliy twa grey e'en 
 
 Put in twa e'en o' tree. 
 
 LII 
 
 ' And had I the wit yestreen, yestreen. 
 
 That I have coft this day, 
 I'd paid my teind seven times to hell 
 
 Ere you had been won away ! ' 
 
 tree] wood. coft] bought. 
 
 •3 
 
5. Sir CavpUve 
 
 I 
 
 'RESITS, Lordmickle of might, 
 J That dyed for us on roode, 
 So matntaine us in all our right 
 That loves true English blood! 
 
 II 
 Sir Cawline [was an English knight] 
 
 Curteous and full hardye ; 
 [And our King has lent him] forth to fight, 
 
 Into Ireland over the sea. 
 
 Ill 
 And in that land there dwells a King, 
 
 Over all the bell does beare ; 
 And he hath a ladye to his daughter, 
 
 Of fashion she hath no peere; 
 Knights and lordes they woo'd her both. 
 
 Trusted to have been her feere. 
 
 IV 
 
 Sir Cawline loves her best of onie, 
 
 But nothing durst he say 
 To discreeve his councell to no man, 
 
 But dearlye loved this may. 
 
 V 
 
 Till it befell upon a day, 
 
 Great dill to him was dight ; 
 The mayden's love removed his mind, 
 
 To care-bed went the knight. 
 
 fashion] form, beauty. feere] mate, consort. discreeve] 
 discover. may] maid. dill] dole, grief. dight] ordained, 
 care-bed] sick-bed. 
 
SIR CAWLINE 
 
 VI 
 
 One while he spread his arnies him fro. 
 
 And cryed so pittyouslye : 
 ' For the mayden's love that I have most minde 
 
 This day shall comfort mee, 
 Or else ere noone I shall be dead ! ' 
 
 Thus can Sir Cawline say. 
 
 VII 
 
 When the parish mass that itt was done, 
 And the King was bowne to dine, 
 
 Says, ' Where is Sir Cawline, that was wont 
 To serve me with ale and wine ? ' 
 
 VIII 
 
 But then answer'd a curteous knight 
 
 Fast his hands wringinge : 
 ' Sir Cawline 's sicke and like to be dead 
 
 Without and a good leechmge.' 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Feitch ye downe my daughter deere, 
 
 She is a leeche full fine ; 
 Ay, and take you doe and the baken bread, 
 
 And [drinke he of] the wine soe red. 
 And looke no daynty's for him too deare. 
 
 For full loth I wo'ld him tine.' 
 
 X 
 
 This ladye is gone to his chamber, 
 
 Her maydens following nye ; 
 ' O well,' she saith, ' how doth my lord ? ' 
 
 ' O sicke ! ' againe saith hee. 
 
 bowne] made ready, gone. without and, &c.] unless he 
 
 have a good leech, or physician. tine] lose. 
 
 ■5 
 
SIR CAWLINE 
 
 XI 
 ' But rise up *ightlye, man, for shame ! 
 
 Ne'er lie here soe cowardlye ! 
 Itt is told in ray father's hall 
 
 For my love you will dye.' — 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Itt is for your love, fayre ladye, 
 
 That all this dill I drie ; 
 For if you wo'ld comfort me with a kisse.. 
 Then were I brought from bale to bliss, 
 
 No longer here wo'ld I lye.' — 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' Alas 1 soe well you know. Sir Knight, 
 
 I cannot be your feere.' — 
 ' Yet some deeds of amies fain wo'ld I doe 
 
 To be your bacheleere.' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' On Eldritch Hill there grows a thorn, 
 
 Upon the mores brodinge ; 
 And wo'ld you. Sir Knight, wake there all night 
 
 To day of the other morninge ? 
 
 XV 
 
 ' For the Eldritch King, that is mickle of might, 
 
 Will examine you beforne : 
 There was never a man bare his life away 
 
 Since the day that I was born.'^- 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' But I will for your sake, ladye, 
 
 Walk on the bents soe browne, 
 And I'Jl either bring you a readye token. 
 
 Or I'll ne'er come to you again.' 
 
 wightlye] briskly, stoutly. mores] moors. brodinge] 
 
 growing, sprouting. examine] put to the test. beforne] 
 
 before (morning). . tents] rough grasses. 
 16 
 
SIR CAWLINE 
 
 XVII 
 But this ladye is gone to her chamber, 
 
 Her maydens fol)owihg bright ; 
 And Sir. Cawline's gone to the mores soe broad, 
 
 For to wake there all night. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 Unto midnight that the moone did rise 
 
 He walked up and downe, 
 And a lightsome bugle then heard he blow 
 
 Over the bents so browne ; 
 Sayes he, ' And if cryance come to my heart, 
 
 I am farr from any good towne.' 
 
 XIX 
 
 And he spyed, e'en a little him by, 
 
 A furyous king and a fell. 
 And a ladye bright his brydle led 
 
 [More] seemlye [than onie can tell]. 
 
 XX 
 
 Soe fast he call'd on Sir Gawline, 
 
 ' O man, I rede thee 11 ye ! 
 For if cryance come untill thy heart 
 
 I'm afeard lest thou maun dye !' — 
 
 XXI 
 
 He sayes, ' No cryance comes to my heart, 
 
 Nor i'faith I fear not thee ; 
 For because thou ming'd not Christ before, 
 
 The lesse me dreadeth thee.' 
 
 cryance] .yielding, cowardice. ming'd] mentionpd, spoke 
 
 the name of. 
 
SIR CAWLINE 
 
 XXII 
 
 But Sir Cawline then he shooke a speare ; 
 
 The King was bold, and abode : 
 And the timber those two children bare 
 
 Soe soon in sunder slode : 
 Forth they tooke and two good swords, 
 
 And they layden on good loade. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 The Eldritch King was niickle of might, 
 And stiffly to the ground did stand ; 
 
 But Sir Cawline with an aukeward stroke 
 He brought from him his hand — 
 
 Ay, and flying over his head so hye 
 It fell down of that lay land. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 His ladye stood a little thereby, 
 
 Fast her hands wringinge : 
 ' For the mayden's love that you have most minde, 
 
 Smyte you noe more [this King]. 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' And he's never come upon Eldritch Hill 
 
 Him to sport, gammon or play. 
 And to meet no man of middle-earth 
 
 That lives on Christ his lay.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 But he then up, that Eldritch King, 
 
 Set him in his sadle againe. 
 And that Eldritch King and his ladye 
 
 To their castle are they gone. 
 
 slode] split. good loade] heavily aukeward] back- 
 
 handed, lay land] lea, land not under cultivation; here 
 
 = ground. he's never] he will never. middle-earth] this 
 
 earth, as midway between heaven and hell. lay] law, faith. 
 i8 
 
SIR CAWLINE 
 
 XXVII 
 
 Sir Cawline took up that eldritch sword 
 
 As hard as any flynt, 
 Soe did he [the hand with] ringes five 
 
 Harder than fyer, and brent. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 The watchmen cryed upon the walls 
 And sayd, ' Sir Cawline's slaine !' 
 
 Then the King's daughter she fell downe, 
 ' For peerlesse is my payne !' — 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' O peace, my ladye !' sayes Sir Cawline, 
 ' I have bought thy love full deare ; 
 
 O peace, my ladye !' sayes Sir Cawline, 
 ' Peace, ladye, for I am heere !' 
 
 XXX 
 
 He 's presented to the King's daughter 
 
 The hand, and then the sword 
 [And he has claimed the King's daughter 
 
 According to her word]. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 And the King has betaken him his broad lands 
 
 And all his venison ; 
 [Sayes] ' Thou shalt have my daughter deare, 
 
 [And be my onelye son ']. 
 
 brent] smooth. betaken] given, made over, venison] 
 
 i. e. deer-forests. 
 
 »9 
 
4- Sir Aldingar 
 
 I 
 
 OUR King he kept a false steward, 
 Men call'd him Sir Aldingar ; 
 [He would have woo'd our comely Queene 
 To be his paramour]. 
 II 
 He would have woo'd our comely Queene, 
 
 Her deere worship to betray : 
 Our Queene she was a good woman 
 And evermore said him nay. 
 Ill 
 Sir Aldingar was ofFended in 's mind, 
 
 With her he was ne'er content. 
 But he sought what mean^s he could find 
 In a fyer to have her brent. 
 
 IV 
 
 There came a lame lazar to the King's gate, 
 
 A lazar 'was blind and lame ; 
 He took the lazar upon his backe, 
 
 Upon the Queene's bed did him lay. 
 
 V 
 
 Said, ' Lye still, lazar, whereas thou lyest, 
 
 Looke thou goe not away ; 
 I'le make thee a whole man and a sound 
 
 In two howres of a day/ 
 
 VI 
 
 And then went forth Sir Aldingar 
 
 Our Queene for to betray, 
 And then he met with our comely King ; 
 
 Says, ' God you save and see ! 
 brent] burnt. 
 
SIR ALDINGAR 
 
 vn 
 ' If I had space, as I have grace, 
 
 A message I'd say to thee.' — 
 ' Say on, say on, Sir Aldingar, 
 
 Say thou on and unto me.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' I can shew you one of the grievous't sights 
 
 Ever Christian King did see ; 
 Our Queene hath chosen a new, new love. 
 
 She will have none of thee. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' If she had chosen a right good knight, 
 
 Tlie lesse had beene her shame ; 
 But she hath chosen a lazar man 
 
 Which is both blind and lame.': — 
 
 X 
 
 ' If this be true, Sir Aldingar, 
 
 That tliou dost tell to me, 
 Then will I make thee "a rich knight 
 
 Both of gold and fee. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' But if it be false, Sir Aldingar, 
 
 That thou dost tell to me, 
 Then looke thou for no other death 
 
 But to be hang'd on tree.' 
 
 XII 
 
 When the King came into the Queene's chamber, 
 
 Standing her bed before, 
 'There's a lodly lome,' says Harry the King 
 
 For our dame Queene Elinor ! 
 lodly] loathly. lome] thing. 
 
SIR ALDINGAR 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' If thou were a man, as thou art none, 
 
 It is here thou shouldest dye ; 
 But a paire of new gallowes shall be built, 
 
 Thou'st hang on them see hye. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' And a fayre fyer there shall be bett, 
 And brent our Queene shall been.' 
 
 Forth then walk'd our comely King, 
 And met with our comely Queene. 
 
 XV 
 
 Sales, ' God you save our Queene, Madam, 
 
 And Christ you save and see ! 
 Here you have chosen a new, new love, 
 
 And you will have none of mee. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' If you had chosen a right good knight, 
 The lesse had beene your shame ; 
 
 But you have chosen a lazar man 
 That is both blind and lame.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' Ever alacke ! ' said our comely Queene, 
 
 ' Sir Aldingar he is false ; 
 But ever alacke!' said our comely Queene, 
 
 ' And woe is me, and alas ! 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' I had thought swevens had never been true 
 I have proved them true [today"] : 
 
 I dream'd in my swevens on Thursday at even 
 In my bed wheras I lay, 
 
 bett] kindled. swevens] dreams. 
 
SIR ALDINGAR 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' I dreamed a grype and a grimlie beast 
 
 Had carried my crowne away, 
 My gorget and my kirtle of golde, 
 
 And all my heade-geare [gayj. 
 
 XX 
 ' He wo'ld have worryed me with his tush, 
 
 And borne me into his nest, 
 Saving there came a little hawke 
 
 Flying out of the east. 
 
 XXI 
 
 '. — Saving there came a little hawke 
 
 Which men call a merlion ; 
 He stroke him downe until 1 the ground, 
 
 That deade he did fall downe. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' Gif I were a man, as I am none, 
 
 A battell I wo'ld prove ; 
 I wo'ld fight with that false traitor ; 
 
 At him I cast my glove ! 
 
 xxui 
 ' Seeing I am able noe battell to make, 
 
 You must grant me, my liege, a knight, 
 To fight with that traitor. Sir Aldingar, 
 
 To maintaine me in my right.' 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' I'le give thee forty dayes,' said our King, 
 
 ' To seeke thee a man therein ; 
 If thou find not a man in forty dayes, 
 
 In a hott fyer thou shalt brenn.' 
 
 grype] gryphon. insh] tusk, beak. merlion] merlin, 
 
 a small falcon. 
 
 Hi 
 
-SIR ALDINGAR 
 
 XXV 
 
 Our Queene sent forth a messenger ; 
 
 He rode fast into the south ; 
 ]^e rode the countryes through and through 
 
 Soe far unto Portsmouth. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 [But for all his riding ne'er sped he 
 
 To fetch help to our Queene ;] 
 He co'ld find noe man in the south countiy 
 
 'Wo'ld fight with the knight soe keene. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 The second messenger shee sent forth, 
 
 Rode far into the east ; 
 But — blessed be God 'made sunn and moone ! 
 
 He sped then all of the best. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 As he rode then by one river side, 
 There he mett with a little Child ; 
 
 He seemed noe more in a man's likenesse 
 Than a child of four yeeres old. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 He ask'd the messenger how far he rode ; 
 
 Loth he was him to tell ; 
 The little one was offended att him, 
 
 Bade him adieu, farewell. 
 
 XXX 
 
 Said, ' Turne thou againe, tliou messenger, 
 Greete our Queen well from me ; 
 
 When bale is at hyest, boote is at nyest — 
 Helpe enough there may bee. 
 
 bale] evil, trouble. boote] help, remedy. 
 
SIR ALDINGAR 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' Bid our Queene remember what she did dreame 
 
 In her bedd wheras shee lay ; 
 She dreamed the grype and the grimlie beast 
 
 Had carryed her crowne away ; 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' Her gorgett and her kirtle of gold, 
 
 Her head-geare [all soe drest] 
 He wo'ld have worryed her with his tush, 
 
 And borne her into his nest. 
 
 XXXIII 
 ' Saving there came a little hawke. 
 
 Men call him a merlion ; 
 'Did strike him downe untill the ground 
 
 That dead he did fall downe. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 ' Bidd the Queene be merry att her heart, 
 
 Evermore light and glad ; 
 When bale is at hyest, boote is at nyest, 
 
 Helpe enough [shall be had ']. 
 
 XXXV 
 
 Then the Queen's messenger rode backe, 
 
 A gladded man then was hee ; 
 When that he came before our Queene, 
 
 A gladd woman then was shee. 
 
 She gave the messenger twenty pound, 
 
 O Lord, in gold and fee ; 
 Sates, 'Spend, tior spare while this doth last. 
 
 Then fetch thou more of me.' 
 
 25 
 
SIR ALDINGAR 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 Our Queene was put in a tunne to burn ; 
 
 She thought noe thing but death : 
 When they were ware of the Little One 
 
 'Came ryding forth of the east. 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 With a mu[le and a bridle all of bells] 
 
 A lovelye child was hee ; 
 When that he came to that fyfir 
 
 He lighted the Queene full nigh. 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 Sayd, ' Draw away these brands of fyer 
 
 'Lie burning before our Queene, 
 And fetch me hither Sir Aldingar 
 
 That is a'knight soe keene.' 
 
 XL 
 
 When Aldingar saw that Little One, 
 
 Full little of him hee thought ; 
 If there had been halfe a hundred such 
 
 Of them he would not have wrought. 
 
 XLI 
 
 He sayd, ' Come hither, Sir Aldingar, 
 
 Thou seemest as big as a fooder ; 
 I trust God ere I have done with thee 
 
 God will send us an auger.' 
 
 XLII 
 
 Sayes, ' The first stroke that's given, Sir Aldingar, 
 
 I will give unto thee ; 
 And if the second give thou may, 
 
 Looke then thou spare not mee.' 
 
 tunne] barrel. wrought] recked. fooder] tun. 
 
 a6 
 
SIR ALDINGAR 
 
 XLIII 
 
 This Little One puU'd forth a well good sword, 
 
 I wis it well all of gilte. 
 It cast a light there over that field, 
 
 It shone soe all of gilte. 
 
 XLIV 
 
 He stroke the first stroke at Aldingar ; 
 
 [Noe second needed hee ; 
 At the first stroke] he stroke away 
 
 His leggs [all] by the knee. 
 
 XLV 
 
 Sayes, ' Stand up, stand up, thou false traitor, 
 
 And fight upon thy feete ; 
 For, an thou thrive as thou begins. 
 
 Of a height we shall be meete.' 
 
 XLVI 
 
 ' A priest, a priest,' sayes Aldingar, 
 
 ' Me for to housel and shrive ! 
 A priest, a priest,' sayes Aldingar, 
 
 ' While I am a man living alive ! 
 
 XLVII 
 
 ' I would have courted our comely Queene ; 
 
 To it shee wo'ld never consent ; 
 I thought to betray her to our King 
 
 In a fyer to have her brent. 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 ' There came a lame lazar to the King's gate, 
 
 A lazar both blind and lame ; 
 I took the lazar upon my back. 
 
 Upon the Queene's bedd had him layn. 
 
 meete] matched, equal. 
 
SIR ALDINGAR 
 
 XLIX 
 
 ' I bade him, Lye still, lazar, where he lay, 
 
 Looke he went not away ; 
 I wo'Jd make him a whole man and a sound 
 
 In two houres of a day. 
 
 ' A priest, a priest,' sayes Aldingar, 
 ' To shrive me cleane of hell ! 
 
 Ever alacke !' sayes Sir Aldingar, 
 ' Falsing never doth well. 
 
 ' Forgive, forgive me, Queene, Madam ! 
 
 For Christ's love forgive me ! ' — 
 ' God forgave his death, Aldingar, 
 
 And freely I forgive tliee.' — 
 
 LII 
 
 ' Now take thy wife, thou King Harry, 
 
 And love her as thou sho'ld ; 
 Thy wife shee is as true to thee 
 
 As stone lies in castle wall.' 
 
 LIII 
 
 The lazar under the gallow tree 
 [Grew] a pretty man and small : 
 
 The lazar under the gallow tree 
 
 Was made steward in King Harry's hall. 
 
 28 
 
T- Cospatrick 
 
 I 
 
 COSPATRICK has sent o'er the faem : 
 Cospatrick brought his ladye hame. 
 II 
 Full seven score ships have come her wi', 
 The ladye by the grene-wood tree. 
 
 Ill 
 There was twal' and twal' wi' baken bread, 
 And twal' and twal' wi' the goud sae red : 
 
 IV 
 
 And twal' and twal' wi' beer and wine, 
 And twal' and twal' wi' muskadine : 
 
 V 
 
 And twal' and twal' wi' bouted flour, 
 And twal' and twal' wi' paramour. 
 
 VI 
 
 Sweet Willy was a Widow's son, 
 And at her stirrup he did run. 
 
 VII 
 
 And she was clad in the finest pall, 
 But aye she let the tears down fall. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' O lady, sits your saddle awry ? 
 Or is your steed for you owre high ? 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Or are you mourning in your tide 
 That you suld be Cospatrick's bride ? " 
 
 X 
 
 ' I am not mourning at this tide 
 That I suld be Cospatrick's bride : 
 
 bouted] bolted, sifted. paramour] meaning here uncertmn. 
 pall] fine cloth. 
 
 29 
 
COSPATRICK 
 
 XI 
 
 ' But I am mourning in my mood 
 That ever I left my mother good. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' But, bonny boy, come tell to me 
 What is the custom o' your countrie ? ' 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' The custom thereof, my dame,' he says, 
 ' Will ill a gentle ladye please. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' Seven King's daughters has our lord wedded. 
 And seven King's daughters has our lord bedded : 
 
 XV 
 
 ' But he 's cutted their breasts frae their breast-bane, 
 And sent them mourning hame again. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' But when you come to the palace yett, 
 His mother a gowden chair will set : 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' And be you maid or be you nane, 
 O sit you there till the day be dane. 
 
 xvin 
 ' And gin you're sure that you're a maid, 
 Ye may gae safely him to wed : 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' But gif o' that ye be na sure, 
 
 Then hire some damsel o' your bour.' — 
 
 XX 
 
 O when she came to the palace yett, 
 His mother a gowden chair did set : 
 
 yett] gate. 
 30 
 
CUSPATRICK 
 
 XXI 
 
 The bonnie may was tired wi' ridin' , 
 Gae'd sit her down ere she was bidden. 
 
 XXII 
 
 And was she maid or was she nane, 
 She sat in it till the day was dune. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 And she's call'd on her hour-woman, 
 That waiting was into her train : 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' Five thousand marks I'll gie to thee, 
 
 To sleep this night with my lord for me.' — 
 
 XXV 
 
 [' But will it for my ladye plead, 
 
 I'se be the bride in my ladye's stead.'] — 
 
 XXVI 
 
 When bells were rung and mass was sayne, 
 And a' men unto bed were gane, 
 
 XXVII 
 
 Cospatrick and the bonny maid 
 Into ae chamber they were laid. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' Now speak to me, blankets, and speak to me, bed, 
 And speak, thou sheet, inchanted web, 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' And speak, my brown sword, that winna lee, 
 Is this a leal maiden that lies by me ? ' 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' It is not a maid that you hae wedded, 
 But it is a maid that you hae bedded : 
 
 into] in. lee] lie. 
 
COSPATRICK 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' It is a leal maiden that lies by thee, 
 But not the maiden that it should be.' 
 
 XXXII 
 
 Then out he sprang o' his bridal bed, 
 And wrathfuUy his claiths on did : 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 And he has ta'en him through the ha', 
 And on his mother he did ca'. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 ' I am the most unhappy man 
 That ever was in Christen land : 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' I courted a maiden meik and mild, 
 
 And I've gat but a woman great wi' child.' — 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 ' stay, my son, into this ha', 
 And sport ye wi' your merry men a'. 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' And I'll gang to your painted hour, 
 To see how it fares wi' your paramour.' 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 The carline queen was stark and Strang 
 She gar'd the door flee afF the ban. 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 ' O is your bairn to laird or loun, 
 Or is it to your father's groom ? ' — 
 
 XL 
 
 ' O hear me, mother, on my knee, 
 Till my sad story I tell to thee. 
 
 carline] old woman. ban] band, hinge. laird or loun] 
 
 squire or common fellow. 
 32 
 
COSPATRICK 
 
 XLI 
 
 ' O we were sisters, sisters seven ; 
 We were the fairest under iieaven. 
 
 XLH 
 ' We had nae mair for our seven years' wark 
 But to shape and sew the King's son a sark. 
 
 XLIII 
 
 ' It fell on a summer's afternoon, 
 When a' our langsome task was done, 
 
 XLIV 
 
 ' We cast the kevils us amang 
 
 To see which suld to the grene-wood gang. 
 
 XLV 
 
 ' Ohone, alas ! for I was the youngest, 
 And aye my weird it was the hardest. 
 
 XLVI 
 
 ' The kevil it did on me fa'. 
 Which was the cause of a' my wae. 
 
 XLVII 
 
 ' For to the grene-wood I must gae, 
 To pu' the red rose and the slae ; 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 ' To pu' the red rose and the thyme 
 To deck my mother's hour and mine. 
 
 XLIX 
 
 ' I hadna pu'd a flower but ane. 
 When by there came a gallant hende, 
 
 L 
 
 ' Wi' high-coll'd hose and laigh-coU'd shoon, 
 And he seeni'd to be some Kingis son. 
 
 kevils] lots. hende] courteous yontli. high-coll'd, 
 
 laigh-coU'd] high-cut, low-cut. 
 
 I22S C 33 
 
COSPATRICK 
 
 LI 
 
 ' And be I a maid, or be I nae, 
 
 He kept me there till the close o' day : 
 
 LII 
 
 ' And be I a maid or be I nane, 
 
 He kept me there till the day was done. 
 
 LIII 
 
 ' He gae me a lock o' his yellow hair, 
 And bade me keep it for ever mair : 
 
 LIV 
 
 ' He gae me a carknet o' bonny beads. 
 And bade me keep it against my needs. 
 
 LV 
 
 ' He gae to me a gay gold ring. 
 And bade me keep it abune a' thing. 
 
 LVI 
 
 ' He gae to me a little pen-knife, 
 And bade me keep it as my life.' — 
 
 LVII 
 
 ' What did you wi' the tokens rare 
 That ye got frae that gallant there ? ' — 
 
 LVIII 
 
 ' O bring that coffer here to me. 
 And a' the tokens ye sail see.' 
 
 LIX 
 
 And aye she sought, and aye she flang 
 Until these four things cam' to her hand. 
 
 LX 
 
 ' Now stay here, daughter, your hour within, 
 Till I gae parley with my son.' 
 
 carknet] necklace. flang] flung abotit, rummaged violently. 
 34 
 
COSPATRICK 
 
 LXI 
 
 she has ta'en her thro' the ha', 
 And on her son began to ca'. 
 
 LXII 
 
 ' What did you wi' that gay gold ring 
 
 1 bade you keep abune a* thing ? 
 
 Lxm 
 ' What did you wi' that little pen-knife 
 I bade you keep while you had life ? 
 
 I,xiv 
 ' What did you wi' the bonny beads 
 I bade you keep against your needs ? ' — 
 
 LXV 
 
 'I gae them to a ladye gay 
 
 I met i' the grene-wood on a day. 
 
 LXVI 
 
 ' But I wad gie a' my ha's and tours, 
 I had that bright burd in my hours : 
 
 LXVII 
 
 ' But I wad gie my very life 
 I had that ladye to my wife ! ' 
 
 LXVIII 
 
 ' Now keep, my son, your ha's and tours ; 
 Ye have that bright burd in your hours. 
 
 LXIX 
 
 ' And keep, my son, your very life. 
 Ye have that ladye to your wife.' 
 
 LXX 
 
 Now, or a month was come and gane, 
 The ladye bore him a bonny son. 
 
 35 
 
COSPATRICK 
 
 LXXI 
 
 And it was well written on his breast-bane, 
 ' Cospatrick is my father's name.' 
 
 LXXII 
 rowe my ladye in satin and silk, 
 And -wash my son in the morning milk I 
 
 Willy's Lady 
 
 SWEET Willy's ta'en him o'er the faera, 
 He 's woo'd a wife and brought her hame. 
 II 
 He 's woo'd her for her yellow hair, 
 But his mither wrought her mickle care ; 
 
 in 
 And mickle dolour gar'd her drie, 
 For lighter she can never be. 
 
 IV 
 
 But in her bower she sits wi' pain. 
 And Willy mourns o'er her in vain, 
 
 V 
 
 And to his mither he has gane ; 
 That vile rank witch of vilest kind. 
 
 VI 
 
 He says : ' My ladie has a cup 
 Wi' gowd and silver set about. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' This goodlie gift shall be your ain, 
 
 And let her be lighter o' her young bairn.' — 
 
 rowe] roll, wrap. gar'd her drie] caused her to suffer, 
 
 lighter] i.e. delivered of her child. 
 
WILLY'S LADY 
 
 VIII 
 
 'Of her young bairn she'll ne'er be lighter, 
 Nor in her bower to shine the brighter : 
 
 IX 
 
 ' But she shall die and turn to clay, 
 And you shall wed another may.' — 
 
 X 
 
 ' Another may I'll marry nane, 
 Another may I'll ne'er bring hame.' 
 
 XI 
 
 But sighing says his bonnie wife, 
 ' I wish this was an end o' my life ! 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Yet gae ye unto your mither again. 
 That vile rank witch of vilest kind. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' And say : My ladie has a steed. 
 
 The like o' him 's no in the lands of Leed. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' For at ilka tett o' that horse's mane 
 There's a golden chess and a bell ringing. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' This goodlie gift shall be your ain, 
 
 And let her be lighter o' her young bairn.' — 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' O' her young bairn she'll ne'er be lighter, 
 Nor in her bower to shine the brighter ; 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' But she shall die and turn to clay, 
 And ye shall wed another may.' — 
 
 tett] tuft. chess] ?jess, strap. 
 
 37 
 
WILLY'S LADY 
 
 xvin 
 ' Another may I'll marry nane, 
 Another may I'll ne'er bring hame.' 
 
 XIX 
 
 But sighing says his bonnie wife, 
 ' I wish this was an end o' my life ! 
 
 XX 
 
 ' Yet gae ye unto your mither again, 
 That vile rank witch of vilest kind : 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' And say : My ladie has a girdle, 
 It 's a' red gowd unto the middle. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' And ay at every silver hem 
 Hangs fifty silver bells and ten. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' That goodlie gift shall be your ain, 
 
 But let her be lighter o' her young bairn.' — 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' O' her young bairn she 's ne'er be lighter, 
 Nor in her bower to shine the brighter : 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' But she shall die and turn to clay, 
 And you shall wed another may.' — 
 
 xxvt 
 ' Another may I'll never wed nane, 
 Another may I'll never bring hame.' 
 
 xxvii 
 But sighing says his bonnie wife, 
 ' I wish this was an end o' my life ! ' 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 Then out and spake the Billy Blind- 
 He spake aye in a good time ; 
 
 Billy Blind] a Brownie, or friendly House-spirit, 
 38 
 
WILLY'S LADY 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' Ye doe ye to the market-place, 
 And there buy ye a loaf o' wax ; 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' Ye shape it bairn and bairnly like, 
 And in twa glasses e'en ye'U pit. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' And do ye to your mither then, 
 
 And bid her come to your boy's christ'nen, 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' For dear 's the boy he 's been to you : 
 Then notice weel what she shall do : 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' And do you stand a little away, 
 And listen weel what she shall say.' 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 He did him to the market-place, 
 And there he bought a loaf o' wax. 
 
 XXXV 
 
 He shaped it bairn and bairnly-like, 
 And in 't twa glasses e'en he pat. 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 He did him till his mither then, 
 And bade her to his boy's christ'nen. 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 And he did stand a little forbye, 
 And noticed well what she did say. 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 ' O wha has loosed the nine witch-knots 
 That was among that ladie's locks ? 
 
 pit] put. pat] did put. forbye] aside. 
 
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WILLY'S LADY 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 ' And wha has ta'cn out the kaims o' care 
 That hangs among that ladie's hair ? 
 
 XL 
 
 'And wha's ta'en down the biish o' woodbine 
 That hangs atween her bower and mine ? 
 
 XLI 
 
 ' And wha has kill'd the master kid 
 That ran aneath that ladie's bed ? 
 
 XLII 
 
 ' And wha has loosed her left-foot shee 
 And letten that ladie lighter be ? ' 
 
 XLIII 
 
 Syne Willy has loosed the nine witch-knots 
 That was among his ladie's locks : 
 
 XLIV 
 
 And Willy's ta'en out the kaims o' care 
 That hang among his ladie's hair : 
 
 XLV 
 
 And Willy's ta'en down the bush o' woodbine 
 That hang atween her bower and thine : 
 
 XLVI 
 
 And Willy has kill'd the master kid 
 That ran aneath his ladie's bed : 
 
 XLVII 
 
 And Willy has loosed her left-foot shee, 
 And letten his ladie lighter be. 
 
 XLvm 
 And now he 's gotten a bonny young son, 
 And mickle grace be him upon ! 
 
 kaims] combs. shee] shoe. 
 
 40 
 
7. The §lueen of Elf land* s Nourice 
 I 
 
 ' T HEARD a C01U lotu, a bonn'ie coiv low, 
 JL And a cow low doivn in yon glen : 
 Lang, long will my young son greet 
 
 Or his mither bid him come ben I 
 II 
 ' / heard a cow low, a bonnie cow low, 
 
 And a cow low down in yonfauld: 
 Lang, long will my young son greet 
 
 Or his mither take himfrae cauldl ' 
 III 
 [The Queen of Elfan's nourice 
 
 She sits and sings her lane] 
 ' Waken, Queen of Elfan 
 
 And hear your nourice moan.' — 
 
 IV 
 
 ' O moan ye for your meat. 
 
 Or moan ye for your fee, 
 Or moan ye for the ither bounties 
 
 That ladies are wont to gie ? ' — 
 
 V 
 
 ' I moan na for my meat, 
 
 Nor moan I for my fee, 
 Nor moan I for the ither bounties 
 
 That ladies are wont to gie. 
 
 VI 
 
 [' But I heard a bonnie cow 
 
 Low down in yonder fauld] 
 And I moan for my young son 
 I left in four nights auld. 
 greel^ cry. ieti] to the inner room. nouricej nurse. 
 C 3 4t 
 
THE QUEEN OF ELFLAND'S NOURICE 
 
 VII 
 
 ' 1 moan na for my meal, 
 
 Nor yet for my fee ; 
 But I moan for Christen land ; 
 
 It 's there I fain would be.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' O nurse my bairn, nourice, 
 
 Till he Stan' at your knee, 
 An ye 's win hame to Christen land 
 
 Whar fain it 's ye wad be. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O keep my bairn, nourice, 
 
 Till he gang by the hauld, 
 An ye 's win hame to your young son 
 
 Ye left in four nights auld. 
 
 X 
 
 ' O nourice lay your head 
 
 [Here] upo' my knee : 
 See ye not that narrow road 
 
 Up by yonder tree ? 
 
 XI 
 
 [' See ye not the narrow road 
 
 By yon lillie leyen ?] 
 That 's the road the righteous goes 
 
 And that 's the road to heaven, 
 
 XII 
 
 ' An' see na ye that braid road 
 
 Down by yon sunny fell ? 
 Yon 's the road the wicked gae, 
 
 An' that 's the road to hell. 
 
 gang by the hauld] walk by holding on to the hand. 
 43 
 
THE QUEEN OF ELFLAND'S NOURICE 
 
 XIII 
 
 [An' see na ye that bonny road 
 
 About the fernie brae ? 
 That wins back frae Elfland 
 
 Where you must wait to gae.] 
 
 8. Lady Isabel and the Elf-Kjiight 
 
 I 
 
 yi /T T plaid awd, my plaid awa', 
 J. rj. And o'er the hill and far anud ; 
 And far aiud to Norroiud , 
 My plaid shall not be blown awd ! 
 
 II 
 Lady Isabel sits in her bower sewing, 
 
 Aye as the gowans groiu gay — 
 She heard an elf-knight his horn blawing, 
 The first morning in May. 
 
 Ill 
 The elfin-knight sits on yon hill, 
 He blaws his horn baith loud and shrill. 
 
 IV 
 
 He blaws it east, he blaws it west, 
 He blaws it where he lyketh best. 
 
 V 
 
 ' I wish that horn were in my kist, 
 Yea, and the knight in my arms niest.* 
 
 VI 
 
 She had no sooner these words said, 
 When that knight came to her bed. 
 
 gowansl daisies. kist] chest. niest] next. 
 
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LADY ISABEL AND THE ELF-KNIGHT 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Thou art owre young a maid,' quoth he, 
 ' Married with me thou ill wouldst be,' — 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' I have a sister younger than 1, 
 And she was married yesterday. — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Married with me if thou wouldst be, 
 A courtesie thou must do to me. 
 
 X 
 
 ' For thou must shape a sark to me 
 Without any cut or hem,' quoth he: 
 
 XI 
 
 ' It 's ye maun shape it knife-and-shurlesse. 
 And also sew it needle-threedlesse. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' And ye maun wash it in yonder well. 
 Where the dew never wat nor the rain never fell 
 
 xiu 
 ' And ye maun dry it upon a thorn 
 That never budded sin Adam was born.' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' Now sin ye have asked some things o' me, 
 It 's right I ask as mony o' thee. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' My father he ask'd me an acre o' land 
 Between the saut sea and the strand. 
 
 XVI 
 ' And ye maun are it wi' your blawin' horn, 
 And ye maun sow it wi' pepper corn. 
 
 sark] shirt. wat] wetted. are] plough. 
 
 44 
 
LADY ISABEL AND THE ELF-KNIGHT 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' And ye maun harrow it with ae tyne, 
 And ye maun shear it with ae horse bane. 
 
 xvni 
 ' And ye maun stack it in yon mouse-hole, 
 And ye maun thresh it in yon shoe-sole, 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' And ye maun winnow it in your loof, 
 And ye maun sack it in your glove. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' And ye maun bring it owre the sea, 
 Fair and clean and dry to me. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' And when ye've done an' finish'd your wark. 
 Come to me, love, an' get your sark.' 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' It 's I'll not quit my plaid for my life ; 
 It haps my seven bairns and my wife.' 
 
 The tu'md sail not blaiu my plaid a'wa': 
 ' And it 's I will keep me a maiden still, 
 Let the elfin knight do what he will' — 
 
 The lu'md has not blanvn my plaid aiva .' 
 
 ae tyne] one harrow-point. loof] palm. 
 
 45 
 
The "Riddling Knight 
 I 
 
 THERE were three sisters fair and bright, 
 Jennifer, Gentle and Rosemary, 
 And they three loved one valiant knight — 
 As the doiu Jties over the mulberry-tree., 
 II 
 The eldest sister let him in, 
 And barr'd the door with a silver pin. 
 
 Ill 
 The second sister made his bed, 
 And placed soft pillows under his head. 
 
 IV 
 
 The youngest sister that same night 
 
 Was resolved for to wed wi' this valiant knight. 
 
 V 
 
 ' And if you can answer questions three, 
 O then, fair maid, I'll marry wi' thee. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' O what is louder nor a horn. 
 Or what is sharper nor a thorn ? 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Or what is heavier nor the lead, 
 Or what is better nor the bread ? 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Or what is longer nor the way. 
 Or what is deeper nor the sea ? ' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O shame is louder nor a horn, 
 And hunger is sharper nor a thorn. 
 
 dow] dove. 
 46 
 
irtli KlJJiJblJNti J.^JNHihli' 
 
 X 
 
 ' O sin is heavier nor the lead, 
 The blessing 's better nor the bread. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' O the wind is longer nor the way 
 And love is deeper nor the sea.' 
 
 XII 
 
 [' You have answer'd aright my questions three.] 
 
 Jennifer, Gentle and Rosemary ; 
 And now, fair maid, I'll marry wi' thee, 
 
 As the doivjlies over the mulberry-tree. 
 
 10. May Colvin 
 
 I 
 
 FALSE Sir .lohn a-wooing came 
 To a maid of beauty fair ; 
 May Colvin was this lady's name, 
 Her father's only heir. 
 II 
 He woo'd her but, he woo'd her ben, 
 
 He woo'd her in the ha' ; 
 Until he got the lady's consent 
 To mount and ride awa'. 
 Ill 
 ' Go fetch me some of your father's gold. 
 
 And some of your mother's fee. 
 And I'll carry you into the north land, 
 And there I'll marry thee.' 
 
 but, ben] both in the outer and inner rooms. 
 
 47 
 
MAY COLVIN 
 
 IV 
 
 She 's gane to her father's coffers 
 
 Where all his money lay, 
 And she's taken the red, and she's left the white, 
 
 And so lightly she 's tripp'd away. 
 
 V 
 
 She 's gane to Jier father's stable 
 
 Where all the steeds did stand, 
 And she's taken the best, and she's left the warst 
 
 That was in her father's land. 
 
 VI 
 
 She 's mounted on a milk-white steed, 
 
 And he on a dapple-grey, 
 And on they rade to a lonesome part, 
 
 A rock beside the sea. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Loup off the steed,' says false Sir John, 
 
 ' Your bridal bed you see ; 
 Seven ladies I have drowned here. 
 
 And the eight' one you shall be. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Cast off, cast off your silks so fine 
 
 And lay them on a stone, 
 For they are too fine and costly 
 
 To rot in the salt sea foam. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Cast off, cast off your silken stays. 
 
 For and your broider'd shoon, 
 For they are too fine and costly 
 
 To rot in the salt sea foam. 
 
 loup] leap. 
 •48 
 
MAY COLVIN 
 
 X 
 
 ' Cast off", cast off" your Holland smock 
 
 That 's border'd with the lawn, 
 For it is too fine and costly 
 
 To rot in the salt sea foam.' — 
 
 XI 
 
 ' O turn about, thou false Sir John, 
 And look to the leaf o' the tree ; 
 
 For it never became a gentleman 
 A naked woman to see.' 
 
 XII 
 
 He turn'd himself straight round about 
 
 To look to the leaf o' the tree ; 
 She's twined her arms about his waist 
 
 And thrown him into the sea. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' O hold a grip o' me, May Colvin, 
 
 For fear that I should drown ; 
 I'll take you home to your father's bower 
 
 And safe I'll set you down.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' No help, no help, thou false Sir John, 
 
 No help, no pity thee ! 
 For you lie not in a caulder bed 
 
 Than you thought to lay me.' 
 
 XV 
 
 She mounted on her milk-white steed, 
 
 And led the dapple-grey. 
 And she rode till she reach'd her father's gate, 
 
 At the breakin' o' the day. 
 
 49 
 
MAY COLVIN 
 
 XVI 
 
 Up then spake the pretty parrot, 
 
 ' May Colvin, where have you been ? 
 
 What has become o' false Sir John 
 That went with you yestreen ? ' — 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' O hold your tongue, my pretty parrot ! 
 
 Nor tell no tales o' me ; 
 Your cage shall be made o' the beaten gold 
 
 And the spokes o' ivorie.' 
 
 XVIII 
 
 Up then spake her father dear, 
 In the bed-chamber where he lay : 
 
 ' What ails the pretty parrot, 
 
 That prattles so long ere day ? ' — 
 
 XIX 
 
 'There came a cat to my cage, master, 
 I thought 't would have worried me, 
 
 And I was calling to May Colvin 
 To take the cat from me.' 
 
 50 
 
//. The Wee Wee Man 
 
 I 
 
 AS I was walking mine alane 
 /jkAtween a water and a wa', 
 There I spied a wee wee man, 
 
 And he was the least that ere I saw. 
 
 II 
 His legs were scant a shatlimont's length, 
 
 And thick and thimber was his thie ; 
 Atween his brows there was a span, 
 
 And atween his shoulders there was three. 
 Ill 
 He 's ta'en and flung a meiklc stane, 
 
 And he flang 't as far as I could see ; 
 Though I had been a Wallace wight 
 
 I couldna liften 't to my knee. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' O wee wee man, but ye be Strang ! 
 
 O tell me where your dwelling be ? ' 
 ' My dwelling 's down by yon bonny bower ; 
 
 Fair lady, come wi' me and see.' 
 
 V 
 
 On we lap, and awa' we rade, 
 
 Till we came to yon bonny green ; 
 
 We lighted down to bait our steed. 
 And out there came a lady sheen ; 
 
 VI 
 
 Wi' four and twenty at her back 
 A' comely clad in glisterin' green ; 
 
 Tho' the King of Scotland had been there. 
 
 The warst o' them might ha' been his queen. 
 
 shathmont] measure from the point of the extended thumb to 
 the extremity of the palm, six inches. thimber] stout. thie] 
 thigh. lap] leapt. sheen] shining, beautiful! 
 
THE WEE WEE MAN 
 
 VII 
 
 On we lap, and awa' we rade, 
 Till we came to a bonny ha' ; 
 
 The roof was o' the beaten gowd, 
 And the floor was o' the cristal a'. 
 
 VIII 
 
 When we came to the stair-foot, 
 Ladies were dancing jimp and sma'. 
 
 But in the twinkling of an eie 
 My wee wee man was clean awa'. 
 
 IX 
 
 Out gat the lights, on came the mist, 
 Ladies nor mannie mair cou'd I see : 
 
 I turn'd about, and gae a look 
 Just at the foot o' Benachie. 
 
 12. Alison Gross 
 
 O ALISON GROSS, that lives in yon tow'r, 
 The ugliest witch i' the north countrie, 
 Has trysted me ae day up till her bow'r 
 And mony fair speeches she made to me. 
 
 II 
 She straik'd my head an' she kaim'd my hair, 
 
 An' she set me down saftly on her knee ; 
 Says, ' Gin ye will be my lemman sae true, 
 
 Sae mony biaw things as I would you gie ! ' 
 
 jimp] slim, slender. trysted] invited. 
 
ALISON GROSS 
 
 III 
 She show'd me a mantle o' red scarlet, 
 
 Wi' .gouden flowers an' fringes fine ; 
 Says, ' Gin ye will be my lemman sae true, 
 
 This gudely gift it sail be thine.' — 
 
 IV 
 
 ' Awa', awa', ye ugly witch, 
 
 Haud far awa', an' lat me be ! 
 I never will be your lemman sae true. 
 
 An' I wish I were out o' your company.' 
 
 V 
 
 She neist brought a sark o' the saftest silk, 
 Well wrought wi' pearls about the band •, 
 
 Says, ' Gin ye will be my lemman sae true, 
 This gudely gift ye sail command.' 
 
 VI 
 
 She show'd me a cup o' the good red gowd, 
 Well set wi' jewels sae fair to see ; 
 
 Says, ' Gin ye will be my lemman sae true. 
 This gudely gift I will you gie.' — 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Awa', awa', ye ugly witch, 
 
 Haud far awa', an' lat me be ! 
 For I wouldna once kiss your ugly mouth 
 
 For a' the gifts that ye could gie.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 She 's turn'd her right an' roun' about, 
 
 An' thrice she blaw on a grass-green horn ; 
 
 An' she sware by the moon an' the stars abune 
 That she'd gar me rue the day I was born. 
 
 lemman] sweetheart. hand] hold, keep. 
 
 53 
 
ALISON GROSS 
 
 IX 
 
 Then out has she ta'en a silver wand, 
 
 An' she 's turn'd her three times roun' and roun' ; 
 She mutter'd sic words till my strength it fail'd, 
 
 An' 1 fell down senseless upon the groun'. 
 
 X 
 
 She 's turn'd me into an ugly worm, 
 And gar'd me toddle about the tree ; 
 
 An' ay, on ilka Saturda/s night, 
 My sister Maisry came to me, 
 
 XI 
 
 Wi' silver bason an' silver kaim 
 
 To kaim my headie upon her knee ; 
 But or I had kiss'd [wi' Alison Gross] 
 
 I'd sooner ha' toddled about the tree. 
 
 XII 
 
 But as it fell out, on last Hallowe'en, 
 When the Seely Court was ridin' by. 
 
 The Queen lighted down on a gowany bank 
 Nae far frae the tree where I wont to lye. 
 
 XIII 
 
 She took me up in her milk-white han', 
 
 An' she 's straik'd me three times o'er her knee ; 
 
 She clianged me again to my ain proper shape. 
 An' nae mair I toddle about the tree. 
 
 Seely Court] the Happy Court (of the Fairies). gowany] 
 
 daisied. 
 
 S4 
 
f J. I\emp Owyne 
 
 HER mother died when she was young, 
 Which gave her cause to make great moan ; 
 Her father married the warst woman 
 That ever lived in Christendom. 
 II 
 She served her wi' foot and hand 
 
 In everything that she could dee, 
 Till once, in an unlucky time 
 
 She threw her owre a craig o' the sea. 
 Ill 
 Says, ' Lie you there, dove Isabel, 
 
 And all my sorrows lie wi' thee ! 
 Till Kemp Owyne come to the craig. 
 And borrow you wi' kisses three.' 
 
 IV 
 
 Her breath grew Strang, her hair grew lang 
 
 And twisted thrice about the tree. 
 And all the people, far and near, 
 
 Thought that a savage beast was she. 
 
 V 
 
 And aye she cried for Kemp Owyne 
 
 Gin that he would but com' to her hand: — 
 
 Now word has gane to Kemp Owyne 
 That siccan a beast was in his land. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Now by my sooth,' says Kemp Owyne, 
 
 ' This fiery beast I'll gang to see ' ; 
 ' And by my sooth,' says Segramour, 
 ' My ae brother, I'll gang you wi'.' 
 dee] do. craig] rock. Kemp] champion, knight, 
 
 borrow] ransom. siccan] such. 
 
 .■iS 
 
KEMP OWYNE 
 
 VII 
 
 O they have biggit a bonny boat, 
 
 And they have set her to the sea ; 
 But a miie before they reach'd the shore 
 
 I wot she gar'd the red fire flee, 
 vm 
 ' O brother, keep my boat afloat, 
 
 An' lat her na the land so near ! 
 For the wicked beast she'll sure go mad, 
 
 An' set fire to the land an' mair.' 
 
 IX 
 
 Syne he has bent an arblast bow 
 And aim'd an arrow at her head. 
 
 And swore, if she didna quit the land, 
 Wi' that same shaft to shoot her dead. 
 
 X 
 
 ' O out o' my stythe I winna rise — 
 And it is na for the fear o' thee — 
 
 Till Kemp Owyne, the kingis son, 
 Come to the craig an' thrice kiss me.' 
 
 XI 
 
 Her breath was Strang, her hair was lang 
 And twisted thrice about the tree, 
 
 And with a swing she came about : 
 ' Come to the craig, an' kiss with me ! 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Here is a royal belt,' she cried, 
 
 ' That I have found in the green sea ; 
 
 And while your body it is on, 
 Drawn shall your blood never be ; 
 
 But if you touch me, tail or fin, 
 
 I swear my belt your death shall be.' 
 
 biggit] built. gar'd] made. stythe] place, station. 
 
 S6 
 
KEMP OWYNE 
 
 XIII 
 
 He 's louted him o'er the Eastmuir craig, 
 As out she swang and about the tree ; 
 
 He stepped in, gave her a kiss, ' 
 The royal belt he brought him wi'. 
 
 XIV 
 
 Her breath was Strang, her hair was lang 
 And twisted twice about the tree. 
 
 As awa' she gid, and again she swang — 
 ' Come to the craig, an' kiss with nie ! 
 
 ' Here is a royal ring,' she said, 
 
 ' That I have found in the green sea ; 
 
 And while your finger it is on. 
 Drawn shall your blood never be ; 
 
 But if you touch me, tail or fin, 
 
 I swear my ring your death shall be.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 He 's louted him o'er tlie Eastmuir craig, 
 As out she swang and about the tree ; 
 
 He stepped in, gave her a kiss. 
 
 The royal ring he brought him wi'. 
 
 Her breath was Strang, her hair was lang 
 
 And twisted ance about the tree. 
 As awa' she gid and again she swang — 
 'Come to the craig, an' kiss with me ! 
 
 louted] bowed. gid] went. 
 
KEMP OWYNE 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' Here is a royal brand,' she said, 
 
 ' That I have found in the green sea ; 
 
 And while your body it is on. 
 
 Drawn shall your blood never be ; 
 
 But if you touch me, tail or fin, 
 
 I swear my brand your death shall be.' 
 
 XIX 
 
 He 's louted him o'er the Eastmuir craig, 
 As out she swang and about the tree ; 
 
 He stepped in, gave her a kiss 
 
 That royal brand he brought him wi'. 
 
 XX 
 
 Her breath was sweet, her hair grew short, 
 
 And twisted nane about the tree, 
 As awa' she gid and again she came 
 
 The fairest lady that ever could be. 
 xxr 
 ' O was it a wer-wolf into the wood, 
 
 Or was it a mermaid into the sea, 
 Or was it a man or a vile woman, 
 
 My true love, that mis-shapit thee ? ' — 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' It was na wer-wolf into the wood. 
 
 Nor was it mermaid into the sea, 
 But and it was my vile stepmother, 
 
 And wae and weary mote she be ! 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' O a heavier weird shall light her on. 
 
 Her hair sail grow rough an' her teeth grow lang, 
 And [aye] on her four feet sail she gang. 
 
 And aye in Wormeswood sail she won ! ' 
 
 into] in. won] dwell. 
 
 S8 
 
?4- ^he Laily Worm 
 
 and the Machrel of the Sea 
 I 
 ' f WAS but seven year auld 
 
 1 When my mither she did dee ; 
 My father married the ae warst woman 
 The warld did ever see. 
 
 II 
 ' For she has made me the laily worm, 
 
 That lies at the fit o* the tree, 
 An' my sister Masery she 's made 
 
 The machrel of the sea. 
 
 Ill 
 ' An' every Saturday at noon 
 
 The machrel comes to me, 
 An' she takes my laily head 
 
 An' lays it on her knee, 
 She kaims it wi' a siller kaim, 
 
 An' washes 't in the sea. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' Seven knights hae I slain. 
 Sin I lay at the fit of the tree, 
 
 An' ye war na my ain father, 
 The eighth ane ye should be.'~ 
 
 v 
 ' Sing on your song, ye laily worm, 
 
 That ye did sing to me.' — 
 ' I never sung that song but what 
 
 1 would sing it to thee. 
 
 laily] loathly. 
 
 59 
 
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 THE LAILY WORM 
 
 VI 
 
 ' I was but seven year auld, 
 
 When my mither she did dee ; 
 
 My father married the ae warst woman 
 The warld did ever see. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' For she changed me to the laily worm, 
 That lies at the fit o' the tree, 
 
 And my sister Masery 
 
 To the machrel of the sea. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' And every Saturday at noon 
 
 The machrel comes to me, 
 An' she takes my laily head 
 
 An' lays it on her knee, 
 An' kames it wi' a siller kame. 
 
 An' washes it i' the sea. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Seven knights hae I slain 
 Sin I lay at the fit o' the tree ; 
 
 An' ye war na my ain father, 
 The eighth ane ye should be.' 
 
 X 
 
 He sent for his lady. 
 
 As fast as send could he : 
 ' Whar is my son that ye sent frae me. 
 
 And my daughter. Lady Masery ?' — 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Your son is at our king's court. 
 
 Serving for meat an' fee, 
 An' your daughter's at our queen's court, 
 
 The queen's maiden to be.' — 
 
inn LAILY WORM 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Ye lee, ye lee, ye ill woman, 
 
 Sae loud as I hear ye lee ; 
 My son 's the laily worm, 
 
 That lies at the fit o' the tree, 
 And my daughter. Lady Masery, 
 
 Is the machrel of the sea ! ' 
 
 XIII 
 
 She has tane a siller wan', 
 An' gi'en him strokes three. 
 
 And he 's started up the bravest knight 
 That ever your eyes did see. 
 
 XIV 
 
 She has ta'en a small horn, 
 An' loud an' shrill blew she. 
 
 An' a' the fish came her untill 
 But the machrel of the sea : 
 
 ' Ye shapeit me ance an unseemly shape, 
 An' ye's never mare shape me.' 
 
 XV 
 
 He has sent to the wood 
 
 For whins and for hawthorn. 
 
 An' he has ta'en that gay lady. 
 An' there he did her burn. 
 
 6i 
 
i^. IQng Orfeo 
 
 A Shetland Ballad. 
 I 
 
 DER lived a king inta da aste, 
 Scotuan iirla griin 
 Der lived a lady in da wast. 
 IVhar gtorten han griin oarlac. 
 
 II 
 Dis king he has a huntin gaen, 
 He's left his Lady Isabel alane. 
 
 Ill 
 ' Oh I wis ye'd never gaen away, 
 For at your hame is dol an wae. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' For da king o Ferrie we his daert, 
 Has pierced your lady to da hert.' 
 
 V 
 
 And aifter dem da king has gaen, 
 But when he cam it was a grey stane. 
 
 VI 
 
 Dan ne took oot his pipes ta play, 
 Bit sair his hert wi dol an wae. 
 
 VII 
 
 And first he played da notes o noy, 
 An dan he played da notes o jo v. 
 
 VIII 
 
 An dan he played da god gabber reel, 
 Dat meicht ha made a sick hert hale. 
 
 aste] east. Scowan &c.] Early green 's the wood. What 
 giorten &c.] Where the hart goes yearly. noy] grief. da 
 
 god gabber reel] the rollicking dance-tune. 
 (a 
 
lilNG ORFEO 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Noo come ye in inta wir ha', 
 An come ye in among wis a'.' 
 
 X 
 
 Now he 's gaen in inta der ha', 
 An he 's gaen in among dem a'. 
 
 XI 
 
 Dan he took out his pipes to play, 
 Bit sair his hert wi dol an wae. 
 
 XII 
 
 An first he played da notes o noy, 
 An dan he played da notes o joy. 
 
 xin 
 An dan he played da god gabber reel, 
 Dat meicht ha made a sick hert hale. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' Noo tell to us what ye will hae : 
 What sail we gie you for your play ? ' — 
 
 XV 
 
 ' What I will hae I will you tell, 
 An dat's me Lady Isabel.' — 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Yees tak your lady, an yees gaeng hame, 
 An yees be king ower a' your ain.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 He 's taen his lady, an he 's gaen hame, 
 An noo he 's king ower a' his ain. 
 
 wir] our. wis] us. 
 
 63 
 
i6. ^^g Henry 
 
 I 
 
 LET never a man a wooing wend 
 jThat lacketh thingis three ; 
 A routh o' gold, an open heart 
 And fu' o' courtesye. 
 
 As this I speak of King Henry, 
 
 For he lay burd-alone ; 
 An' he 's doen him to a jelly hunt's ha' 
 
 Was seven mile frae a town. 
 
 Ill 
 He 's chased the deer down him before. 
 
 An' the roe down by the den. 
 Till the fattest buck in a' the flock 
 
 King Henry he has slain. 
 
 IV 
 
 O he has doen him to his ha' 
 
 To make him bierly cheer ; 
 An' in it came a griesly ghost 
 
 Steed stappin' i' the fleer. 
 
 Her head hat the roof-tree o' the house, 
 
 Her middle ye weel mot span ; 
 He 's thrown to her his gay mantle. 
 
 Says, ' Lady, hap your lingcan.' 
 
 routh] plenty. burd-alone] lone as a maid. jelly] jolly, 
 jovial. _ bierly] stout, handsome. fleer] floor. hat] hit. 
 mot] might. hap] cover. lingcan^?- lycam] body. 
 64 
 
KING HENRY 
 
 VI 
 
 Her teeth were a' like teather stakes, 
 
 Her nose like club or mell ; 
 An' 1 ken naething she 'pear'd to be 
 
 But the fiend that wons in hell. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Some meat, some meat, ye King Henry, 
 
 Some meat ye gie to me ! ' — 
 ' An' what meat 's in this house, ladye, 
 
 That ye're not welcome tae ? ' — 
 ' O ye'se gae kill your berry-brown steed, 
 
 And serve him up to me.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 O whan he slew his berry-brown steed, 
 
 Wow but his heart was sair ! 
 She ate him a' up, skin an' bane. 
 
 Left naething but hide an' hair. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Mair meat, mair meat, ye King Henry, 
 
 Mair meat ye gie to me ! ' — 
 ' An' what meat 's in this house, ladye, 
 
 That ye're not welcome tae ? ' — 
 ' O do ye slay your good grey-hounds 
 
 An' bring them a' to me.' 
 
 X 
 
 O whan he slew his good grey-hounds, 
 
 Wow but his heart was sair ! 
 She ate them a' up, skin an' bane. 
 
 Left naething but hide an' hair. 
 
 teather stakes] tether pegs. mail] mallet. wons] dwells. 
 :'se gae] yon shall go. 
 
 1225 D 6«> 
 
KING HENRY 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Mait meat, mair meat, ye King Henry, 
 
 Mair meat ye gie to me ! ' — 
 ' An' what meat *s in this house, ladye, 
 
 That ye're not welcome tae ? ' — 
 ' O do ye kill your gay goss-hawks 
 
 An' bring them a' to me.' 
 
 XII 
 
 O whan he fell'd his gay goss-hawks. 
 
 Wow but his heart was sair ! 
 She 's ate them a' up, skin an' bane. 
 
 Left naethin' but feathers bare. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' Some drink, some drink, now, King Henry, 
 Some drink ye bring to me ! ' — 
 
 ' O what drink 's in this house, ladye. 
 That ye're not welcome" tae ? ' — 
 
 ' O ye sew up your horse's hide, 
 An' bring' in drink to me.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 O he 's sew'd up the bluidy hide, 
 
 A puncheon o' wine put in ; 
 She 's drunk it a' up at a waught. 
 
 Left na ae drap ahin'. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' A bed, a bed, now King Henry, 
 
 A bed ye'se-mak' to me ! ' — 
 ' An' what 's the bed in this house, ladye, 
 
 That ye're not welcome tae ? ' — 
 
 waught] draught. ahin'l behind. 
 
 66 
 
KING HENRY 
 
 ' O ye maun pu' the heather green, 
 An' raak' a bed to me.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 Syne pu'd he has the heather green, 
 
 An' made to her a bed, 
 An' up has he ta'en his gay mantle. 
 
 An' o'er it he has spread. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' Tak' off your clailhs now, King Henry, 
 
 An' lie down by my side ! ' — 
 'O God forbid,' says King Henry, 
 
 ' That ever the like betide ; 
 That ever a fiend that wons In hell 
 
 Shou'd streak down by my side ! ' 
 
 xvm 
 But whan day was come, and night was gane. 
 
 An' the sun shone thro' the ha'. 
 The fairest ladye that ever was seen 
 
 [Cam' to his armes twa]. 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' O weel is me ! ' says King Henry, 
 ' How lang '11 this last wi' me ? ' 
 
 Then out an' spake that fair ladye, 
 ' Even till the day you dee. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' For I've met wi' many a gentle knight 
 
 That 's gien me sic a fill ; 
 But never before wi' a courteous knight 
 
 That ga'e me a' my will.' 
 
 streak] stretch. 
 
 67 
 
17- The Boy and the Mantle 
 
 A Ballad of King Arthur's Court. 
 
 I 
 
 IN the third day of May 
 To Carleile did come 
 A kind curteous child 
 
 That co'ld much of wisdome. 
 
 II 
 A kirtle and a mantle 
 
 This child had uppon, 
 With brauches and ringes 
 
 Full richelye bedone. 
 
 Ill 
 He had a sute of silke 
 
 About his middle drawne ; 
 Without he co'ld of curtesye 
 
 He thought it much shame. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' God speed thee, King Arthur, 
 
 Sitting at thy meate ; 
 And the goodly Queene Guenever ! 
 
 I cannot her forget. 
 
 V 
 
 ' I tell you, lords in this hall, 
 
 I hett you all heed, 
 Except you be the more surer 
 
 Is for you to dread.' 
 
 co'ld] could, knew. bedone] adorned. hett] bid. 
 68 
 
THE BOY AND THE MANTLE 
 
 He pluck'd out of his potener, 
 
 And longer wo'ld not dwell, 
 He puU'd forth a pretty mantle 
 
 Betweene two nut- shells. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Have thou here, King Arthur, 
 
 Have thou here of mee : 
 Give itt to thy comely queene 
 
 Shapen as itt is alreadye. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Itt shall never become that wifFe 
 
 That hath once done amisse.' 
 Then every knight in the king's court 
 
 Began to care for his. 
 
 IX 
 
 Forth came dame Guenever, 
 
 To the mantle she her bed ; 
 The ladye shee was new fangle 
 
 But yett she was affrayd. 
 
 X 
 
 When shee had taken the mantle, 
 She stoode as shee had beene madd ; 
 
 It was from the top to the toe 
 As sheeres had it sliread. 
 
 XI 
 
 One while was it gaule. 
 
 Another while was itt greene, 
 Another while was it wadded ; 
 
 III itt did her beseeme. 
 
 potener] pouch, purse, care] bethink him. bed] bid, offered, 
 ew fangle] capricious. gaule] gules, red. wadded] of 
 
 ^oad colour, blue. 
 
 69 
 
THE BOY AND THE MANTLE 
 
 XII 
 
 Another while it was blacke, 
 
 And bore the worst hue : 
 ' By my troth,' quoth King Arthur, 
 
 ' I thinke thou be not true.' 
 
 XIII 
 
 Shea threw downe the mantle, 
 
 That bright was of blee ; 
 Fast with a rudd red 
 
 To her chamber can she flee. 
 
 XIV 
 
 She cursed the weaver and the walker 
 That cloth that had wrought, 
 
 And bade a vengeance on his crowne 
 That hither hath itt brought. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' I had rather be in a wood. 
 
 Under a greene tree. 
 Than in King Arthur's court 
 
 Shamed for to bee.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 Kay call'd forth his ladye 
 And bade her come neere ; 
 
 Sales, ' Madam, and thou be guiltye 
 I pray thee hold thee here.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 Forth came his ladye 
 
 Shortlye and anon ; 
 Boldlye to the mantle 
 
 Then is she gone. 
 
 blee] hue. can] did. walker] fuller. 
 
 70 
 
THE BOY AND THE MANTLE 
 
 XVIII 
 
 When she had tane the mantle, 
 
 And her about it cast 
 Then was she bare 
 
 All unto the waist. 
 
 XIX 
 
 Then every knight 
 
 That was in the King's court 
 Talk'd, laugh'd and showted 
 
 Full oft att that sport. 
 
 XX 
 
 She threw down the mantle 
 
 That bright was of blee, 
 Fast with a red rudd 
 
 To her chamber can she flee. 
 
 XXI 
 
 Forth came an old Knight 
 
 Pattering ore a creede, 
 And lie proferr'd to this little Boy 
 
 Twenty markes to his meede ; 
 
 XXII 
 
 And all the time of Christmasse 
 
 Willingly to ffeede ; 
 For why this mantle might 
 
 Doe his wiffe some need. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 When shee had tane the mantle 
 
 Of cloth that was made, 
 Shee had no more left on her 
 But a tassell and a threed : 
 That every knight in the King's court 
 Bade evill might shee speed, 
 rudd] complexion. For why] because. 
 
 71 
 
THE BOY AND THE MANTLE 
 
 XXIV 
 
 She threw downe the mantle, 
 That bright was of blee, 
 
 Fast with a red rudd 
 
 To her chamber can she flee. 
 
 XXV 
 
 Craddocke call'd forth his ladye 
 
 And bade her come in ; 
 Saith, ' Winne this mantle, ladye, 
 
 With a little dinne. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' Winne this mantle, ladye. 
 
 And it shal be thine 
 If thou never did amisse 
 
 Since thou wast mine. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 Forth came Craddocke's ladye 
 
 Shortlye and anon, 
 But boldlye to the mantle 
 
 Then is shee gone. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 When she had tane the mantle 
 
 And cast it her about, 
 Up at her great toe 
 
 It began to crinkle and crowt : 
 Shee said, ' Bowe downe, mantle, 
 
 And shame me not for nought. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' Once I did amisse, 
 
 I tell you certainlye. 
 When Craddocke's mouth I kist 
 
 Under a green^ tree ; 
 
 dinne] noise, i. e. ado. crowt] pucker. 
 
THE BOY AND THE MANTLE 
 
 When I kist Craddocke's mouth 
 Before he marryed mee.' 
 
 XXX 
 
 When shee had her shreeven 
 And her sinnes shee had tolde, 
 
 The mantle stood about her 
 Right as she wo'ld ; 
 
 xxxr 
 Seemelye of coulour, 
 
 Glittering like gold 
 Then every knight in Arthur's court 
 
 Did her behold. 
 
 xxxil 
 The little Boy stoode 
 
 Looking over a dore ; 
 [There as he look'd 
 
 He was ware of a wyld bore.J 
 
 xxxill 
 He was ware of a wyld bore 
 
 Wo'ld have werryed a man : 
 He puU'd forth a wood-kniffe 
 
 Fast thither that he ran : 
 He brought in the bore's head 
 
 And quitted him like a man. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 He brought in the bore's head, 
 
 And was wonderous bold ; 
 He said there was never a cuckold's knifFe 
 
 Carve itt that co'ld. 
 
 shreeven] shiiven, confessed. werryed] worried 
 n 3 7i 
 
THE BOY AND THE MANTLE 
 
 XXXV 
 
 Some rubb'd their knives 
 
 Uppon a whetstone ; 
 Some threw them under the table, 
 
 And said they had none. 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 King Arthur and the child 
 
 Stood looking them upon ; 
 All their knives' edges 
 
 Turned backe againe. 
 
 xxxvil 
 Craddocke had a litle kniffe 
 
 Of iron and of Steele ; 
 He birtled the bore's head 
 
 Wonderous weale, 
 That every knight in the King's court 
 
 Had a morssell. 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 The litle Boy had a home, 
 
 Of red gold that ronge ; 
 He said, ' There was noe cuckolde 
 
 Shall drinke of my home, 
 But he sho'ld itt sheede 
 
 Either behind or beforne.' 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 Some shedd it on their shoulder 
 
 And some on their knee ; 
 He that co'ld not hitt his mouth 
 
 Put it in his e'e ; 
 And he that was a cuckold 
 
 Every man might him see. 
 
 birtled] brittled, cut up. ronge] rung, resounded. sheede] 
 shed, spill. 
 '74 
 
THE BOY AND THE MANTLE 
 
 XL 
 
 Craddocke wan the home 
 
 And the bore's head ; 
 His ladye wan the mantle 
 
 Unto her meede ; 
 Everye such a lovely ladye 
 
 God send her well to speede ! 
 
 i8. ^ng Arthur and I\ing Cornwall 
 
 A Fragment 
 
 King Arthur of Little Britain unwisely boasts the beauty of 
 his famous Round Table. 
 
 I 
 
 SAIES, ' Come here, cuzen Gawaine so gay, 
 My sisters Sonne beyee; 
 Ffor you shall see one of the fairest round tables 
 That ever you see with your eye.' 
 II 
 Then bespake Dady Queen Guenever, 
 
 And these were the words said shee : 
 ' I know where a round table is, thou noble king, 
 Is worth thy round table and other such three. 
 Ill 
 ' The trestle that stands under this round table,' she said, 
 
 ' Lowe downe to the mould. 
 It is worth thy round table, thou worthy king, 
 Thy halls, and all thy gold. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' The place where this round table stands in, 
 
 [Is fenced round amaine] 
 It is worth thy castle, thy gold, thy fee, 
 
 And all good Litle Britaine.' 
 
 /s 
 
KING ARTHUR AND KING CORNWALL 
 
 ' Where may that table be, lady ? ' quoth hee, 
 ' Or where may all that goodly building be ? ' 
 
 ' You shall it seeke,' sliee says, ' till you it find ; 
 You shall never gett more of me.' 
 
 VI 
 
 Then bespake him noble King Arthur 
 
 These were the words said hee : 
 ' I'le make mine avow to God, 
 
 And alsoe to the Trinity, 
 
 VII 
 
 ' rie never sleepe one night there as I doe another 
 
 'Till that round table I see : 
 Sii- Marramiles and Sir Tristeram, 
 
 Fellowes that ye shall bee. 
 
 VIII 
 
 [' Sir Gawaine and Sir Bredbettle 
 
 Be fellowes eke with me,] 
 Weele be clad in palmers' weede, 
 
 Five palmers we will bee ; 
 
 IX 
 
 ' There is noe outlandish man will us abide, 
 
 Npr will us come nye.' 
 Then they rived east and they rived west, 
 
 In many a strange country. 
 
 X 
 
 Then they tranckled a litle further, 
 
 They saw a battle new sett : 
 ' Now, by my faith,' sales noble King Arthur, 
 
 [These armies be well met.'] 
 
 rived] arrived, travelled, tranckled] travelled. 
 
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KING ARTHUR AND KING CORNWALL 
 
 After travelling in many strange lands they arrive at the 
 castle of King Cornwall, not a great way from home. 
 XI 
 But when he cam to this [Cornwall castle] 
 
 And to the palace gate, 
 Soe ready was ther a proud porter, 
 And met him soone therat. 
 
 xn 
 Shooes of gold the porter had on. 
 
 And all his other rayment was unto the same : 
 ' Now, by my faith,' saies noble King Arthur, 
 
 ' Yonder is a minion swaine.' 
 
 XIII 
 
 Then bespake noble King Arthur, 
 
 These were the words says hee : 
 ' Come thou hither, thou proud porter, 
 
 I pray thee come hither to me. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' I have two poore rings, of my finger. 
 The better of them I'le give to thee ; 
 
 Tell who may be lord of this castle, 
 Or who is lord in this cuntry ? ' 
 
 XV 
 
 ■Cornewall King,' the porter sayes, 
 
 ' There is none soe rich as hee ; 
 Neither in christendome, nor yet in heathendom. 
 
 None hath soe much gold as he.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 And then bespake him noble King Arthur, 
 
 These were the words sayes hee : 
 ' I have two poore rings of my finger. 
 
 The better of them I'le give thee, 
 
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KING ARTHUR AND KING CORNWALL 
 
 If thou wilt greete him well, Cornewall King, 
 And greete him well from me. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' Pray him for one night's lodging and two meales' meate, 
 
 For his love that dyed uppon a tree ; 
 Of one ghesting and two meales' meate, 
 
 For his love that dyed uppon tree. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' Of one ghesting, of two meales' meate. 
 For his love that was of virgin borne. 
 
 And in the morning that we may scape away. 
 Either without scath or scorne.' 
 
 XIX 
 
 Then forth is gone this proud porter, 
 
 As fast as he co'ld hye. 
 And when he came befor Cornewall King, 
 
 He kneelM downe on his knee. 
 
 XX 
 
 Sayes, ' I have beene porter-man at thy gate 
 
 This thirty winter and three, 
 [But there is ffive knights before itt now, 
 
 The like I never did see.'] 
 
 King Cornwall questioning the strangers, they happen to speak 
 of a certain shrine of Our Lady, from which he gathers that they 
 have been in Little Britain. This leads him to question them 
 concerning King Arthur. 
 
 Our Lady was borne ; then thought Cornewall King 
 ' These palmers had beene in Brittaine.' 
 
 ghesting] guesting, lodging. 
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KING ARTHUR AND KING CORNWALL 
 
 XXII 
 
 Then bespake him Cornewall King, 
 These were the words he said there : 
 
 ' Did you ever know a comely king, 
 His name was King ArthiV ? ' 
 
 XXIII 
 
 And then bespake him noble King ArthDr, 
 
 These were the words said hee : 
 ' I doe not know that comly king, 
 
 But once my selfe I did him see.' 
 Then bespake Cornewall King againe, 
 
 These were the words said he : 
 
 XXIV 
 
 Sayes, ' Seven yeere I was clad and fed, 
 
 In Litle Brittaine, in a bower ; 
 I had a daughter by King Arthur's wife, 
 
 That now is called my flower ; 
 For King Arthur, that kindly cockward, 
 
 Hath none such in his bower. 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' For I durst sweare, and save my othe, 
 
 That same lady soe bright, 
 That a man that were laid on his death bed 
 
 Wo'ld open his eyes on her to have sight.' — 
 ' Now, by my faith,' sayes noble King Arthur, 
 
 ' And that 's a full faire wight ! ' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 And then bespake Cornewall [King] againe. 
 And these were the words he said : 
 
 ' Come hither, five or three of my knights. 
 And feitch me downe my steed ; 
 
 King Arthur, that foule cockeward, 
 Hath none such, if he had need. 
 
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KING ARTHUR AND KING CORNWALL 
 
 XXVII 
 ' For I can ryde him as far on a day 
 
 As King Arthur can any of his on three ; 
 And is it not a pleasure for a king 
 
 When he shall ryde forth on his journey ? 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' For the eyes that beene in his head, 
 
 They glister as doth the gleed.' 
 'Now, by my faith,' says noble King Arthur, 
 
 ' That is a well faire steed.' 
 
 After showing them other of his possessions, King Cornwall has 
 the strangers conducted to bed ; but first takes the precaution to 
 conceal the Burlow Beanie, or Billy Blind — friendly household 
 spirit — in a rubbish-barrel by the bedside, to listen and overhear 
 their conversation. 
 
 XXX 
 Then King Arthur to his bed was brought, 
 
 A greivSd man was hee ; 
 And soe were all his fellowes with him, 
 From him they thought never to flee. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 Then take they did that lodly groome. 
 
 And under the rub-chadler closed was hee, 
 
 And he was set by King Arthur's bed-side, 
 To heere theire talke and theire comunye ; 
 
 XXXII 
 
 That he might come forth, and make proclamation, 
 
 Long before it was day ; 
 It was more for King Cornewalj's pleasure, 
 
 Then it was for King Arthur's pay. 
 
 gleed] live coal. lodly] loathly. rnb-chadler] rubbish- 
 
 tub, pay] satisfaction. 
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KING ARTHUR AND KING CORNWALL 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 And when King Arthur in his bed was laid, 
 
 These were the words said hee : 
 ' I'le make mine avow to God, 
 
 And alsoe to the Trinity, 
 That I'le be the bane of Cornewall Kinge 
 
 Litle Brittaine or ever I see ! ' 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 ' It is an unadvised vow,' saies Gawaine the gay, 
 
 ' As ever king hard make I ; 
 But wee that beene five christian men, 
 
 Of the christen faith are wee, 
 And we shall fight against anoynted king 
 
 And all his armorie.' 
 
 XXXV 
 
 And then bespake him noble Arthur, 
 
 And these were the words said he : 
 ' Why, if thou be afraid, Sir Gawaine the gay, 
 
 Goe home, and drinke wine in thine owne country.' 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 And then bespake Sir Gawaine the gay, 
 And these were the words said hee : 
 
 ' Nay, seeing you have made such a hearty vow, 
 Heere another vow make will I. 
 
 xxxvii 
 ' I'le make mine avow to God, 
 
 And alsoe to the Trinity, 
 That I will have yonder faire lady 
 
 To Litle Brittaine with mee. 
 
 While they lie talking, ah unguarded movement of the sprite in 
 the barrel leads to his discovery. Then follows a great combat. 
 
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KING ARTHUR AND KING CORNWALL 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 [O then bespake Sir Tristram,] 
 
 These were the words sayd hee : 
 ' Befor I wold wrestle with yonder feend, 
 
 It is better to be drown'd in the sea.' 
 
 XL 
 
 And then bespake Sir Bredbeddle, 
 
 And these were the words said he : 
 'Why, I will wrestle with yon lodly feend, 
 
 God, my governor thou wilt bee ! ' 
 
 XLI 
 
 Then bespake him noble Arthur, 
 And these were the words said he : 
 
 ' What weapons wilt thou have, thou gentle knight ? 
 I pray thee tell to me.' 
 
 XLII 
 
 He sayes, ' Collen brand I'le have in my hand, 
 And a Millaine knife fast by my knee, 
 
 And a Danish axe fast in my hands. 
 That a sure weapon I thinke will be.' 
 
 XLIII 
 
 Then with his Collen brand that he had in his hand. 
 The bunge of that rub-chandler he burst in three ; 
 
 With that start out a lodly feend. 
 With seven heads, and one body. 
 
 XLIV 
 
 The fyer towards the element flew, 
 
 Out of his mouth, where was great plentie ; 
 
 The knight stoode in the middle and fought. 
 That it was great joy to see. 
 
 Collen brand] sword of Cologne steel. Millaine] Milanese 
 
 element] sky» 
 
KING ARTHUR AND KING CORNWALL 
 
 XLV 
 
 Till his Collaine brand brake in his hand, 
 And his Millaine knife burst on his knee, 
 
 And then the Danish axe burst in his hand first. 
 That a sure weapon he thought sho'ld be. 
 
 XLVI 
 
 But now is the knight left without any weapons, 
 And alacke ! it was the more pittye ; 
 
 But a surer weapon then he had one, 
 Had neuer lord in Christentye ; 
 
 And all was but one litle booke, 
 He found it by the side of the sea. 
 
 XLVII 
 
 He found it at the seS-side, 
 
 Wruck^d upp in a floode ; 
 Our Lord had written it with his hands, 
 
 And sealed it with his bloode. 
 
 With this book of Evangiles Sir Bredbittle, otherwise the 
 Green Knight, overcomes the sprite, and having conjured him into 
 a wall of stone, returns with report to King Arthur. 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 [Sales] ' That thou doe not [stir a foot] 
 
 But ly still in that wall of stone. 
 Till I have beene with noble King Arthur, 
 
 And told him what I have done.' 
 
 XLIX 
 
 And when he came to the king's chamber. 
 
 He co'ld of his curtesie : 
 Says, ' Sleepe you, wake you, noble King Arthur i 
 
 And ever Jesus waken yee ! ' 
 
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KING ARTHUR AND KING CORNWALL 
 
 ' Nay, I am not sleeping, I am waking,' 
 
 These were the words said hee ; 
 ' Ffor thee I have car'd ; how hast thou fared ? 
 
 O gentle knight, let me see.' 
 
 LI 
 
 The knight wrought the king his booke. 
 
 Bad him behold, reede and see ; 
 And ever he found it on the back of the leafe 
 
 As noble Arthur wo'ld wish it to be. 
 
 LII 
 
 And then bespake him King Arthur, 
 
 ' Alas ! thow gentle knight, how may this be. 
 
 That I might see him in the same licknesse 
 That he stood unto thee ? ' 
 
 LIII 
 And then bespake him the Greene Knight, 
 
 These were the words said hee : 
 ' If you'le stand stifly in the battel! stronge, 
 
 For 1 have won all the victory.' 
 
 LIV 
 
 Then bespake him the king againe, 
 And these were the words said hee : 
 
 ' If wee stand not stifly in this battell strong. 
 Wee are worthy to be hang'd on a tree.' 
 
 LV 
 
 Then bespake him the Greene Knight, 
 
 These were the words said he : 
 Sales, ' I doe conjure thee, thou fowle feend. 
 In the same licknesse thou stood unto me.' 
 H 
 
KING ARTHUR AND KING CORNWALL 
 
 LVI 
 
 With that start out a lodly feend, 
 With seven heads^ and one body ; 
 
 The fier towards the element flew 
 
 Out of his mouth, where was great plentie. 
 
 But now with the aid of the book Sir Bredbittle has the fiend 
 wholly at command. He is sent first to fetch the steed. 
 
 LIX 
 
 And then bespake him the Greene Knight, 
 And these were the words said he : 
 
 Saith, ' I conjure thee, thou fowle feend, 
 
 That thou feitch downe the steed, that we see.' 
 
 LX 
 
 And then forth is gone Burlow-beanie, 
 
 As fast as lie co'ld hie. 
 And feitch he did that faire steed. 
 
 And came againe by and by. 
 
 l.XI 
 
 Then bespake him Sir Marramiles, 
 And these were the words said hee : 
 
 ' Ryding of this steed, brother Bredbeddle, 
 The mastery belongs to me.' 
 
 LXII 
 
 Marramiles tooke the steed to his hand. 
 
 To ryd him he was full bold ; 
 He co'ld noe more make him goe 
 
 Then a child of three yeere old, 
 
 LXIII 
 
 He laid uppon him with heele and hand, 
 
 With yard that was soe fell ; 
 ' Helpe ! brother Bredbeddle,' says Marramile, 
 
 ' For I thinke he be the devill of hell. 
 
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KING ARTHUR AND KING CORNWALL 
 
 LXIV 
 
 « Helpe ! brother Bredbeddle,' says Marramile, 
 
 ' Helpe ! for Christ's pittye ; 
 Ffor without thy help, brother Bredbeddle, 
 
 He will never be rydden for me.' 
 
 LXV 
 
 Then bespake him Sir Bredbeddle, 
 
 These were the words said he : 
 •I conjure thee tell, thou Burlow-beanie, 
 
 How this steed was riddin in his country.' 
 
 LXVI 
 
 ' In Cornewall's window is a gold wand ; 
 
 Let him strike three strokes on that steed. 
 And then he will spring forth of his hand 
 
 As sparke doth out of gleede.' 
 
 Then Sir Tristram requires a horn . At Sir Bredbittle's command 
 the sprite fetches it ; but the horn will not sound until anointed 
 with a certain powder. This also the sprite is sent to fetch. 
 
 LXX 
 And then bespake Sir Bredebeddle, 
 
 To the fFeend these words said hee : 
 Says, ' I conjure thee, thou Burlow-beanie, 
 
 The powder-box thou feitch me.' 
 
 LXXI 
 
 Then forth is gone Burlow-beanie, 
 
 As fast as he co'ld hie, 
 And feich he did the powder-box, 
 
 And came againe by and by. 
 
 gleede] live coal. 
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KING ARTHUR AND KING CORNWALL 
 
 Then Sir Tristeram tooke powder forth of that box, 
 And blent it with warme sweet milke, 
 
 And there put it unto that home, 
 And swill'd it about in that ilke. 
 
 LXXIII 
 
 Then he tooke the home into his hand. 
 
 And a lowd blast he blew ; 
 He rent the home up to the midst, 
 
 All his fFellowes this they knew. 
 
 Then bespake him the Greene Knight, 
 
 These were the words said he : 
 Sales, ' I conjure thee, thou Burlow-beanie, 
 
 That thou feitch me the sword, that I see.' 
 
 LXXV 
 
 Then forth is gone Burlow-beanie, 
 
 As fast as he co'ld hie. 
 And feitch he did that faire sword. 
 
 And came againe by and by. 
 
 Then bespake him Sir Bredbeddle, 
 
 To the king these words said he : 
 'Take this sword in thy hand, thou noble King Arthur, 
 
 For thy vowes sake I'le give it thee. 
 And goe strike off King Cornewall's head, 
 
 In bed where he doth lye.' 
 
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KING ARTHUR AND KING CORNWALL 
 
 LXXVII 
 
 Then forth is gone noble King Arthur, 
 
 As fast as he co'ld hye, 
 And strucken he hath off King Cornewall's head, 
 
 And came againe by and by. 
 
 So King Arthur fulfils his vow ; and, if the rest of the Ballad 
 had been preserved, no doubt it would have told us how his 
 companions fulfilled theirs. 
 
 ig. The Marriage of Sir Garvain 
 
 [A Fragment^ 
 
 I 
 
 KINGE Arthur lives in merry Carleile, 
 And seemely is to see, 
 And there he hath with him Queene Genever, 
 That bride soe bright of blee. 
 
 II 
 And there he hath with him Queene Genever, 
 
 That bride soe bright in bower, 
 And all his barons about him stoode, 
 
 That were both stifFe and stowre. 
 
 Ill 
 The king kept a royall Christmasse, 
 Of mirth and great honor. 
 
 blee] hue, complexion. stowre] strong : or perhaps we should 
 read ' stiff in stowre ' = sturdy in fight. 
 
THE MARRIAGE OF SIR GAWAIN 
 
 Soon after Christmas the King chanced to ride by Tarn 
 Wadling, in the forest of Inglewood, when he was met by a fierce 
 baron armed with a club, who offered him choice between fighting 
 and ransom. For ransom, the King must return on New Year's 
 Day— 
 
 IV 
 
 ' And bring me word what thing it is 
 
 That a woman will most desire ; 
 This shalbe thy ransome, Arthur,' he sayes, 
 
 ' For Tie have noe other hier.' 
 
 V 
 
 King Arthur then held up his hand, 
 
 According thene as was the law ; 
 He tooke his leave of the baron there, 
 
 And homward can he draw. 
 
 VI 
 
 And when he came to merry Carleile, 
 
 To his chamber he is gone. 
 And ther came to him his cozen Sir Gawaine, 
 
 As he did make his mone. 
 
 VII 
 
 And there came to him his cozen Sir Gawaine, 
 
 That was a curteous knight ; 
 'Why sigh you soe sore, unckle Arthur,' he said, 
 
 ' Or who hath done thee unright ? ' — 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' O peace, O peace, thou gentle Gawaine, 
 
 That faire may thee beffall ! 
 For if thou knew my sighing soe deepe, 
 
 Thou wo'ld not mervaile att all. 
 
 Tarn Wadling] The place— near Hesketh in Cumberland, on 
 the road from Carlisle to Penrith— keeps its name to this day. 
 But the tarn has been drained and its site is now a pasture for 
 
 sheep. 
 
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THE MARRIAGE OF SIR GAWAIN 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Ffor when I came to Tearne Wadling, 
 
 A bold barron there I fand, 
 With a great club upon his backe, 
 
 Standing stifFe and strong. 
 
 X 
 
 ' And he asked me wether I wo'ld fight 
 
 Or from him I shold begone, 
 Or else I must him a ransome pay, 
 
 And soe depart him from. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' To fight with him I saw noe cause ; 
 
 Methought it was not meet ; 
 For he was stifFe and strong with-all, 
 
 His strokes were nothing sweete. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Therefor this is my ransome, Gawaine, 
 
 I ought to him to pay ; 
 I must come againe, as I am swome, 
 
 Upon the New Yeer's day ; 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' And I must bring him word what thing it is 
 [That a woman will most desire]. 
 
 Arthur, having collected and written down many answers to 
 the baron's riddle, was true to his promisej thus — 
 
 XIV 
 
 Then king Arthur drest him for to ryde, 
 
 In one soe rich array, 
 Toward the fore-said Tearne Wadling, 
 
 That he might keepe his day. 
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THE MARRIAGE OF SIR GAWAIN 
 
 XV 
 
 And as he rode over a more, 
 Hee see a lady where shee sate 
 
 Betwixt an oke and a greene hoUen ; 
 She was cladd in red Scarlett. 
 
 XVI 
 Then thereas shold have stood her mouth, 
 
 Then there was sett her eye ; 
 The other was in her forhead fast, 
 
 The way that she might see. 
 
 XVII 
 
 Her nose was crooked and turn'd outward, 
 
 Her mouth stood foule a-wry ; 
 A worse form'd lady than shee was, 
 
 Never man saw with his eye. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 To halch upon him, King Arthur, 
 
 This lady was full faine, 
 But King Arthur had forgott his lesson, 
 
 What he sho'ld say againe. 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' What knight art thou,' the lady sayd, 
 
 ' That will not speak to me ? 
 Of me be thou nothing dismay'd, 
 
 Tho I be ugly to see. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' For I have halched you curteouslye. 
 
 And you will not me againe ; 
 Yett I may happen Sir Knight,' shee said, 
 
 ' To ease thee of thy paine.' 
 
 hoUen] holly-tree. halch upon] salute. 
 
 9» 
 
THE MARRIAGE OF SIR GAWAIN 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Give thou ease me, lady,' he said, 
 
 ' Or helpe me any thing, 
 Thou shalt have gentle Gawaine, my cozen, 
 
 And marry him with a ring.' 
 
 The hag thereupon gave him the right answer and he rode 
 forward. 
 
 XXIII 
 And when he came to the Tearne Wadling, 
 
 The baron there co'ld he finde, 
 With a great weapon on his backe, 
 Standing stifFe and stronge. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 And then he tooke King Arthur's letters in his hands, 
 
 And away he co'ld them fling, 
 And then he puld out a good browne sword, 
 
 And cryd himselfe a king. 
 
 XXV 
 
 And he sayd, ' I have thee and thy land, Arthur, 
 
 To doe as it pleaseth me. 
 For this is not thy ransome sure, 
 
 Therfore yeeld thee to me.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 And then bespoke him noble Arthur, 
 
 And bad him hold his hand : 
 ' And give me leave to speake my mind 
 
 In defence of all my land.' 
 xxvil 
 He said, ' As I came over a more, 
 
 I see a lady where shee sate 
 Betweene an oke and a green hollen ; 
 
 Shee was clad in red Scarlett. 
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THE MARRIAGE OF SIR GAWAIN 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' And she says a woman will have her will, 
 
 And this is all her cheef desire : 
 Doe me right, as thou art a baron of sckill, 
 
 This is thy ransome and all thy hyer.' 
 
 XXIX 
 
 He sayes, ' An early vengeance light on her ! 
 
 She walkes on yopder more ; 
 It was my sister that told thee this, 
 
 [As shee heard it of me before.] 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' But heer I'le make mine avow to God 
 
 To doe her an evill turne ; 
 For an' ever I may thate fowle theefe get, 
 
 In a fyer I will her burne.' 
 
 The King, having returned home, told his knights that he 
 had in the forest a bride for one of them, and a number rode out 
 in his company to find her. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 Sir Lancelott and Sir Steven bold, 
 
 They rode with them that day, 
 And the formost of the company 
 
 There rode the steward Kay. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 Soe did Sir Banier and Sir Bore, 
 
 Sir Garrett with them soe gay, 
 Soe did Sir Tristeram that gentle knight. 
 
 To the forrest fresh and gay. 
 
 sclcill] wit, judgement. 
 
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THE MARRIAGE OF SIR GAWAIN 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 And when he came to the greene Forrest, 
 
 Underneath a greene holly tree, 
 Their sate that lady in red scarlet 
 
 That unseemly was to see. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 Sir Kay beheld this lady's face, 
 
 And looked uppon her swire ; 
 'Whosoever kisses this lady,' he sayes, 
 
 ' Of his kisse he stands in feare.' 
 
 XXXV 
 
 Sir Kay beheld the lady againe. 
 
 And looked upon her snout ; 
 'Whosoever kisses this lady,' he sales, 
 
 ' Of his kisse he stands in doubt.' 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 ' Peace, cozen Kay,' then said Sir Gawaine, 
 
 ' Amend thee of thy life ; 
 For there is a knight amongst us all 
 
 That must marry her to his wife.' 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' What ! wedd her to wifFe ! ' then said Sir Kay, 
 
 ' In the divell's name anon ! 
 Gett me a wiffe where-ere I may, 
 
 For I had rather be slaine ! ' 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 Then some tooke up their hawkes in hast. 
 
 And some tooke up their hounds. 
 And some sware they wo'ld not marry her 
 
 For citty nor for towne. 
 
 swire] neck. 
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THE MARRIAGE OF SIR GAWAIN 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 And then be-spake him noble King Arthur, 
 
 And sware there by this day, 
 For a litle foule sight and misliking 
 
 [They should not say her Nay]. 
 
 At length Sir Gawain, for Arthur's sake, consented. The 
 ngly bride was taken home and bedded, when to Gawain's 
 delight in his arms she turned to a beautiful woman. She then 
 offered him a choice. — 
 
 XL 
 Then shee said, ' Choose thee, gentle Gawaine, 
 
 Truth as I doe say, 
 Wether thou wilt have me in this liknesse 
 In the night or else in the day.' 
 
 XLI 
 
 And then bespake him gentle Gawaine, 
 
 Was one soe mild of moode, 
 Sayes, ' Well I know what I wo'ld say, 
 
 God grant it may be good ! 
 
 XLII 
 
 ' To have thee fowle in the night 
 
 When I with thee sho'ld play — 
 Yet I had rather, if I might, 
 
 Have thee fowle in the day.' 
 
 XLIII 
 
 ' What ! when lords goe with ther feires,' shee said, 
 
 ' Both to the ale and wine, 
 Alas ! then I must hyde my selfe, 
 
 I must not goe withinne.' 
 
 feires] mates. 
 
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THE MARRIAGE OF SIR GAWAIN 
 
 xuv 
 And then bespake him gentle Gawaine, 
 
 Said, ' Lady, that 's but skill ; 
 And because thou art my owne lady. 
 
 Thou shalt have all thy will.' 
 
 XLV 
 
 Then she said, ' Blesed be thou, gentle Gawain, 
 
 This day that I thee see ! 
 For as thou seest me att this time. 
 
 From hencforth I wilbe. 
 
 XLVI 
 
 ' My father was an old knight, 
 
 And yett it chanced soe 
 That he marryed a younge lady 
 
 That brought me to this woe. 
 
 XLVII 
 
 ' Shee witched me, being a faire young lady. 
 
 To the greene Forrest to dwell, 
 And there I must walke in woman's liknesse. 
 
 Most like a feend of hell. 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 ' She witched my brother to a carlish [boore] 
 
 Being thus given what a woman most desires (that is, her will) she 
 is released from the spell and becomes beautiful at all time<: 
 and Sir Gawain leads his lady in triumph among the knights, to 
 present her to the King and Queen. 
 
 L 
 'Come kisse her, brother Kay,' then said Sir Gawaine, 
 
 ' And amend the of thy lifFe ; 
 I sweare this is the same lady 
 That I marryed to my wiffe.' 
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THE MARRIAGE OF SIR GAWAIN 
 
 LI 
 
 Sir Kay kissed that lady bright, 
 
 Standing upon his ffeete ; 
 He swore, as he was trew knight, 
 
 The spice was never soe sweete. 
 
 LII 
 
 ' Well, cozen Gawaine,' sayes Sir Kay, 
 
 ' Thy chance is fallen anight. 
 For thou hast gotten one of the fairest maids 
 
 I ever saw with my sight.' — 
 
 LIII 
 
 ' It is my fortune,' said Sir Gawaine ; 
 
 ' For my unckle Arthurs sake 
 I am glad as grasse wold be of raine. 
 
 Great joy that I may take.' 
 
 LIV 
 
 Sir Gawaine tooke the lady by the one arme. 
 Sir Kay tooke her by the tother, 
 
 They led her straight to King Arthur, 
 As they were brother and brother. 
 
 LV 
 
 King Arthur welcomed them there all, 
 And soe did Lady Genever his queene. 
 
 With all the knights of the Round Table, 
 Most seemly to be seene. 
 
 LVI 
 
 King Arthur beheld that lady faire 
 
 That was soe faire and bright, 
 He thanked Christ in Trinity 
 
 For Sir Gawaine that gentle knight. 
 I22S E 97 
 
THE MARRIAGE OF SIR GAWAIN 
 
 LVII 
 
 Soe did the knights, both more and lesse, 
 
 Rejoyced all that day 
 For the good chance that hapened was 
 
 To Sir Gawaine and his lady gay. 
 
 20. Bonnie Annie 
 
 I 
 
 THERE was a rich lord, and he lived in Forfar, 
 He had a fair lady and one only dochter. 
 
 II 
 O she was fair ! O dear, she was bonnie ! 
 A ship's captain courted her to be his honey. 
 
 Ill 
 ' Ye'll steal your father's go wd, and your mother's money, 
 And I'll make ye a lady in Ireland bonnie.' 
 
 IV 
 
 She's stown her father's gowd, and her mother's money, 
 But she was never a lady in Ireland bonnie. 
 
 V 
 
 They hadna sail'd far till the young thing cried ' Woman! ' 
 ' What can a woman do, love, I will do for ye. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Lay about, steer about, lay our ship cannie, 
 Do all ye can to save my dear Annie.' 
 
 VII 
 
 ' There 's fey folk in our ship, she winna sail for me, 
 There's fey folk in our ship, she winna sail [ony].' 
 
 cannie] gently. fey] destined to die. 
 
 98 
 
BONNIE ANNIE 
 
 VIII 
 
 They've castin' black bullets twice six and forty, 
 And ae the black bullet fell on bonnie Annie. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Ye'U tak me in your arms twa, lo, lift me cannie, 
 Throw me out owre-board, your ain dear Annie.' 
 
 X 
 
 He has ta'en her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her cannie. 
 He has laid her on a bed of down, his ain dear Annie. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' What can a woman do, love, I'll do for ye : ' 
 ' Muckle can a woman do, ye canna do for me.' 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Lay about, steer about, lay our ship cannie. 
 Do all ye can to save my dear Annie.' 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' I've laid about, steer'd about, laid about cannie. 
 Our ship 's on a sand-bank, she winna sail [ony]. — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' Ye'll take her in your arms twa, lo, lift her cannie. 
 And throw her out owre-board, your ain dear Annie.' 
 
 XV 
 
 He has ta'en her in his arms twa, lo, lifted her cannie. 
 He has thrown her out owre-board, his ain dear Annie. 
 
 XVI 
 
 [The corse it did float, the ship it did follow] 
 Until that they came to the high banks o' Yarrow. 
 
 Yarrow] ? Jarrow. 
 
 99 
 
BONNIE ANNIE 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' O I'd bury my love on the high banks o' Yarrow, 
 But the wood it is dear, and the planks they are narrow.' 
 
 XVIII 
 
 He made his love a coffin o' the gowd sae yellow, 
 And buried his bonnie love doun in a sea valley. 
 
 21, Brown l^byn's Confession 
 I 
 
 IT fell upon a Wadensday 
 Brown Robyn's men went to sea ; 
 But they saw neither moon nor sun 
 Nor starlight wi' their e'e. 
 
 II 
 ' We'll cast kevels us amang ; 
 
 See wha the man may be.' — 
 The kevel fell on Brown Robyn, 
 
 The master-man was he. 
 
 Ill 
 ' It is nae wonder,' said Brown Robyn, 
 
 ' Altho' I dinna thrive ; 
 [For at hame I murder'd my ain father- 
 
 I would he were on live.] 
 
 IV 
 
 ' But tie me to a plank o' wude, 
 And throw me in the sea ; 
 
 And if I sink, ye may bid me sink. 
 But if I swim, let be.' 
 
 kevels] lots. 
 
BROWN ROBYN'S CONFESSION 
 
 V 
 
 They've tied him to a plank o' wude 
 
 And thrown him in the sea ; 
 He didna sink, tho' they bade him sink, 
 
 He swim'd, and they bade let be. 
 
 VI 
 
 He hadna been into the sea 
 
 An hour but barely three. 
 Till by it came Our Blessed Ladie 
 
 Her dear young son her wi'. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Will ye gang to your men again, 
 
 Or will ye gang wi' me ? 
 Will ye gang to the high heavens 
 
 Wi' my dear son and me ? ' — • 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' I winna gang to my men again, 
 For they would be fear'd at me ; 
 
 But I would gang to the high heavens, 
 Wi' thy dear son and thee.' 
 
 IX 
 
 ' It *s for nae honour ye did, Brown Robyn, 
 It 's for nae gude ye did to me ; 
 
 But a' is for your fair confession 
 You've made upon the sea.' 
 
22. The Cruel Mother 
 
 I 
 
 SHE lean'd her back unto a thorn ; 
 Fine Jloiuers in the valley 
 And there she has her two babes born, 
 And the green leaves they grow rarely. 
 
 II 
 She's ta'en the ribbon frae her hair, 
 And bound their bodies fast and sair. 
 
 Ill 
 ' Smile na sae sweet, my bonny babes, 
 An' ye smile sae sweet, ye'U smile me dead. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' And, O bonny babes, if ye suck sair, 
 Ye'il never suck by my side mair.' 
 
 V 
 
 She 's ta'en out her little penknife 
 
 And twinn'd the sweet babes o' their life. 
 
 VI 
 
 She 's howket a grave baith deep and wide, 
 And there she 's buried them side by side. 
 
 VII 
 
 She 's buried them baith beneath the brier, 
 And washed her hands wi' mony a tear. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' O ay, my God, as I look to thee, 
 My babes be atween my God and me ! 
 
 IX 
 
 ' And ay their smiles wad win me in, 
 But I am borne down by deadly sin.' 
 
 twinn'd] robbed, deprived. 
 
THE CRUEL MOTHER 
 
 She 's cover'd them o'er wi' a marble stane, 
 Thinking she wad gang maiden hame. 
 
 XI 
 
 She lookit out owre her castle wa' 
 And saw twa naked boys play at the ba.' 
 
 XII 
 
 ' O bonny boys, gin ye were mine 
 I wad deed you in silk and sabelline. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' O I would dress you in the silk, 
 And wash you ay in morning milk.' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' O mother dear, when we were thine, 
 You didna prove to us sae kind. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' O cruel mother, we were thine 
 And thou made us to wear the twine. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' But now we're in the heavens hie, 
 
 Fine Jlo'wers in the -valky 
 And ye have the pains o' hell to drie ' — 
 
 ylnd the green leaves they groiv rarely ; 
 Ten thousand times good night and be lu'i thee ! 
 
 deed] clothe. sabelline] sable. twine] twine-cloth, 
 
 shroud. 
 
2_j. Binnorie 
 
 I 
 
 THERE were twa sisters sat in a hour ; 
 Binnorie, Binnorie ! 
 There cam a knight to be their wooer, 
 By the bonnie mil/dams o' Binnorie. 
 
 II' 
 He courted the eldest with glove and ring, 
 But he lo'ed the youngest abune a' thing. 
 
 Ill 
 The eldest she was vexed sair, 
 And sair envied her sister fair. 
 
 IV 
 
 Upon a morning fair and clear, 
 She cried upon her sister dear : 
 
 V 
 
 ' O sister, sister, tak my hand. 
 
 And we'll see our father's ships to land.' 
 
 YI 
 
 She 's ta'en her by the lily hand, 
 And led her down to the river-strand. 
 
 VII 
 
 The youngest stood upon a stane, 
 The eldest cam and push'd her in. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' O sister, sister, reach your hand ! 
 And ye sail be heir o' half my land : 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O sister, reach me but your glove I 
 And sweet William sail be your love.' — 
 104 
 
BINNORIE 
 
 ' Foul fa' the hand that I should take ; 
 It twin'd me o' my warldis make. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Your cherry cheeks and your yellow hair 
 Gar'd me gang maiden evermair.' 
 
 XII 
 
 Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam, 
 Until she cam to the miller's dam. 
 
 XIII 
 
 .Out then cam the miller's son, 
 And saw the fair maid soummin' in. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' O father, father, draw your dam ! 
 
 There 's either a mermaid or a milk-white swan.' 
 
 XV 
 
 The miller hasted and drew his dam, 
 And there he found a drown'd woman. 
 
 XVI 
 
 You couldna see her middle sma', 
 Her gowden girdle was sae braw. 
 
 XVII 
 
 You couldna see her lily feet, 
 Her gowden fringes were sae deep. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 You couldna see her yellow hair 
 
 For the strings o' pearls was twisted there. 
 
 XIX 
 
 You couldna see her fingers sma', 
 
 Wi' diamond rings they were cover'd a'. 
 
 twin'd] robbed, deprived. my warldis make] my one mate 
 in the world. • soummin'] swimming. 
 
 E 3 105 
 
BINNORIE 
 
 XX 
 
 And by there cam a harper fine, 
 That harpit to the king at dine. 
 
 XXI 
 
 And when he look'd.that lady on, 
 He sigh'd and made a heavy moan. 
 
 XXII 
 
 He 's made a harp of her breast-bane, 
 Whose sound wad melt a heart of stane. 
 
 ' XXIII 
 
 He 's ta'en three locks o' her yellow hair. 
 And wi' them strung his harp sae rare. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 He went into her father's hall. 
 
 And there was the court assembled all. 
 
 XXV 
 
 He laid his harp upon a stane, 
 
 And straight it began to play by lane. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' O yonder sits my father, the King, 
 And yonder sits my mother, the Queen ; 
 
 XXVII 
 
 'And yonder stands my brother Hugh, 
 And by him my William, sweet and true.' 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 But the last tune that the harp play'd then- 
 
 B'mnor'ie^ Binnorie ! 
 Was, ' Woe to my sister, false Helen ! ' 
 
 By the bonme m'dldams o' Binnorie. 
 
 by lane] alone, of itself. 
 io6 
 
24- The Broomfield Hill 
 
 I 
 
 THERE was a knight and a lady bright 
 Set trysts amang the broom, 
 The ane to come at morning ear, 
 The other at afternoon. 
 II 
 ' I'll wager, I'll wager, I'll wager wi' you 
 
 Five hundred merks and .ten 
 That a maid shanna gae to the bonny broom 
 And a maiden return again/ — 
 III 
 * I'll wager, I'll wager, I'll wager wi' you 
 
 Five hundred merks and ten 
 That a maid shall gae to the bonny green broom 
 And a maiden return again.' 
 
 IV 
 
 The may she sat at her mother's bower door 
 
 And aye she made her mane ; 
 ' O whether shou'd I gang to the Broomfield Hill, 
 
 Or should I stay at hame ? 
 
 V 
 
 ' For if I do gang to the Broomfield Hill, 
 
 A maid I'll not return ; 
 But if I stay frae the Broomfield Hill, 
 
 My love will ca' me man-sworn.' 
 
 VI 
 
 Up then spake an auld witch-wife, 
 
 Sat in the bower abune : 
 ' O ye may gang to the Broomfield Hill, 
 
 And yet come maiden hame, 
 
 trysts] assignations. ear] early. 
 
 107 
 
THE BROOMFIELD HILL 
 
 VII 
 
 ' For when ye gang to the Broomfield Hill, 
 
 Ye'U find your love asleep, 
 Wi' a silver belt above his head, 
 
 And a broom-cow at his feet. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Tak' ye the bloom frae aff the broom, 
 
 Strew't at his head an' feet, 
 And aye the thicker that ye do strew. 
 
 The sounder he will sleep. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Tak' ye the rings aff your fingers. 
 
 Put them in his right hand. 
 To let him know when he does wake, 
 
 His love was at his command.' 
 
 X 
 
 Lord John has ta'en his milk-white steed 
 And his hawk wi' his bells sae bright. 
 
 And he 's ridden swift to the Broomfield Hill, 
 [Was never a baulder] knight. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Now rest, now rest, my milk-white steed, 
 
 My lady will soon be here, 
 And I'll lay my head by this rose sae red, 
 
 And the bonny burn sae near.' 
 
 XII 
 
 She 's pu'd the broom-flower on Hive Hill, 
 And strew'd on 's white breast-bane, 
 
 And that was to be wittering true 
 That maiden she had gane. 
 
 broom-cow] branch of broom. wittering] information, 
 
 token. 
 
 108 
 
THE BROOMFIELD HILL 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' O where were ye, my milk-white steed, 
 
 That I hae coft sae dear, 
 That wadna watch and waken me 
 
 When there was maiden here ? ' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' I stamped wi' my foot, master. 
 
 And gar'd my bridle ring, 
 But no kin' thing wald waken ye 
 
 Till she was past and gane.' — 
 
 XV 
 
 ' And wae betide ye, my gay goss-hawk, 
 
 That I hae coft sae dear. 
 That wadna watch an' waken me 
 
 When my true-love was here.' — 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' I clapped wi' my wings, master, 
 
 And aye my bells I rang, 
 And aye cried. Waken, luaien, master, 
 
 Before the ladye gang ! ' — 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' But haste, but haste, my gude white steed, 
 
 To come the maiden till. 
 Or a' the birds of the gude greenwood 
 
 O' your flesh shall have their fill ! '— 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' Ye needna burst your gude white steed 
 
 Wi' racing o'er the howm ; 
 Nae bird flies faster thro' the wood 
 
 Than she fled thro' the broom.' 
 
 coft] bought. hovirn] holm, river-mead. 
 
 109 
 
i; 
 
 2^. Earl Mar's Daughter 
 
 I 
 
 [T was intill a pleasant time, 
 Upon a simmer's day, 
 The noble Earl Mar's daughter 
 Went forth to sport and play. 
 II 
 And while she play'd and sported 
 
 Below a green aik tree, 
 There she saw a sprightly doo 
 Set on a tower sae hie. 
 Ill 
 ' O Coo-rae-doo, my love sae true, 
 
 If ye'll come doun to me, 
 Ye'se hae a cage o' gude red gowd 
 Instead o' simple tree. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' I'll put gowd hingers roun' your cage. 
 And siller roun' your wa' ; 
 
 I'll gar ye shine as fair a bird 
 As ony o' them a'.' 
 
 V 
 
 But she had nae these words well spoke, 
 Nor yet these words well said. 
 
 Till Coo-me-doo flew frae the tower 
 And lichted on her head. 
 
 VI 
 
 Then she has brought this pretty bird 
 Hame to her bowers and ha ', 
 
 And made him shine as fair a bird 
 As ony o' them a'. 
 
 doo] dove. hingers] hangings, curtains. 
 
EARL MAR'S DAUGHTER 
 
 VII 
 
 When day was gone, and night was come, 
 
 About the evening-tide. 
 This lady spied a gallant youth 
 
 Stand straight up by her side. 
 
 vni 
 ' From whence cam' ye, young man ? ' she said ; 
 
 ' That does surprise me sair ; 
 My door was bohed right secure. 
 
 What way hae ye come here ? ' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O haud your tongue, ye lady fair, 
 
 Lat a' your folly be ; 
 Mind ye not o' your turtle-doo 
 
 Ye wiled from aff the tree ? ' — 
 
 X 
 
 ' What country come ye frae ? ' she said, 
 ' An' what 's your pedigree ? ' — 
 
 ' O it was but this verra day 
 That I cam' ower the sea. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' My mither lives on foreign isles, 
 
 A queen o' high degree ; 
 And by her spells I am a doo 
 
 With you to live an' dee.' — 
 
 XII 
 
 ' O Coo-me-doo, my love sae true, 
 
 Nae mair frae me ye'se gae.' — 
 ' That 's never my intent, my love ; 
 
 As ye said, it shall be sae.' 
 
EARL MAR'S DAUGHTER 
 
 XIII 
 
 Then he has stay'd in bower wi' her 
 
 For six lang years and ane, 
 Till six young sons to him she bare, 
 
 And the seventh she 's brought hame. 
 
 XIV 
 
 But aye, as ever a child was born, 
 
 He carried them away. 
 And brought them to his mither's care 
 
 As fast as he could fly. 
 
 XV 
 
 When he had stay'd in bower wi' her 
 For seven lang years an' mair 
 
 There cam' a lord o' high renown 
 To court this lady fair. 
 
 XVI 
 
 But still his proffer she refused 
 
 And a' his presents too ; 
 Says, ' I'm content to live alane 
 
 Wi' my bird Coo-me-doo.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 Her father swore a michty oath 
 
 Amang the nobles ail, 
 ' The morn, or ere I eat or drink. 
 
 This bird I will gar kill.' 
 
 XVIII 
 
 The bird was sitting in his cage 
 And heard what they did say ; 
 
 Says, ' Wae is me, and you forlorn. 
 If I do langer stay ! ' 
 
EARL MAR'S DAUGHTER 
 
 XIX 
 
 Then Coo-me-doo took flight and flew 
 
 And afar beyond the sea, 
 And lichted near his mither's castle 
 
 On a tower o' gowd sae hie. 
 
 XX 
 
 His mither she was walking out 
 To see what she could see, 
 
 And there she saw her one young son 
 Set on the tower sae hie. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Get dancers here to dance,' she said, 
 ' And minstrels for to play ; 
 
 For here's my young son Florentine 
 Come hame wi' me to stay.' — 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' Get nae dancers to dance, mither. 
 
 Nor minstrels for to play ; 
 For the mither o' my seven sons. 
 
 The morn 's her wedding-day.' — 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' O tell me, tell me, Florentine, 
 
 Tell me, an tell me true ; 
 Tell me this day without a flaw 
 
 What I will do for you ? ' — 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' Instead of dancers to dance, mither. 
 
 Or minstrels for to play, 
 Turn four-and-twenty well-wight men 
 
 Like storks in feathers gray : 
 
 well-wight] strong, lusty. 
 
EARL MAR'S DAUGHTER 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' My seven sons in seven swans 
 Aboon their heads to flee ; 
 
 And I mysell a gay goshawk, 
 A bird o' high degree.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 Then siching said the Queen hersel', 
 ' That thing 's too high for me ! ' 
 
 But she applied to an auld woman 
 Wha had mair skill than she. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 Instead o' dancers to dance a dance, 
 
 Or minstrels for to play, 
 Four-and-twenty well- wight men 
 
 Turn'd birds o' feathers gray. 
 
 xxvin 
 Her seven sons in seven swans, 
 
 Aboon their heads to flee ; 
 And he. himsel' a gay goshawk, 
 
 A bird o' high degree. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 This flock o' birds took flight and flew 
 
 Beyond the raging sea, 
 And landed near the Earl Mar's castle, 
 
 Took shelter in every tree. 
 
 XXX 
 
 They were a flock o' pretty birds 
 
 Right comely to be seen ; 
 The people view'd them wi' surprise 
 
 As they danced on the green. 
 "4 
 
EARL MAR'S DAUGHTER 
 
 XXXI 
 
 These birds flew out frae every tree 
 
 And lichted on the ha', 
 And [frae the roof] with force- did flee 
 
 Amang the nobles a'. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 The storks there seized [ilk wedding-guest] 
 — They could not fight nor flee ; 
 
 The swans they bound the [bridegroom fast] 
 Bdow a green aik tree. 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 They lichted next on the [bride-] maidens, 
 Then on the bride's own head ; 
 
 And wi' the twinkling o' an e'e 
 The bride an' them were fled. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 There 's ancient men at weddings been 
 
 For sixty years or more, 
 But siccan a curious wedding-day 
 
 They never saw before. 
 
 For naething could the companie do, 
 Nor naething could they say ; 
 
 But they saw a flock o' pretty birds 
 That took their bride away. 
 
 IIS 
 
26. Proud Lady Margaret 
 
 I 
 
 FAIR Margret was a proud ladye, 
 The King's cousin was she ; 
 Fair Margret was a rich ladye, 
 An' vain as vain cou'd be. 
 
 Ae night she sat in her stately ha' 
 
 Kaimin' her yellow hair, 
 When in there cam' a gentle Knight, 
 
 An' a white scarf he did wear, 
 
 III 
 ' O what 's your will wi' me. Sir Knight \ 
 
 O what 's your will wi' me ? 
 You're the likest to my ae brither 
 
 That ever I did see. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' You're the likest to my 'ae brither 
 
 That ever I hae seen ; 
 But he 's buried in Dunfermline kirk 
 
 A month an' mair bygane.' — 
 
 ' I'm the likest to your ae brither 
 
 That ever ye did see ; 
 But I canna get rest in my grave, 
 A' for the pride o' thee. 
 ii6 
 
PROUD LADY MARGARET 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Leave pride, Margret, leave pride, Margret, 
 
 Leave pride an' vanity ; 
 Cou'd ye see the sights that I hae seen 
 
 Sair warned ye wou'd be. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' For the wee worms are my bedfellows, 
 
 An' cauld clay is my sheets, 
 An' when the stormy winds do blow 
 
 My body lies and sleeps. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' O ye come in at the kirk-door 
 Wi' the red gowd on your crown ; 
 
 But when you come where 1 have been. 
 You'll wear it laigher down. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O ye come in at the kirk-door 
 Wi' the gowd prins i' your sleeve. 
 
 But when you come where I have been 
 Ye maun gie them a' their leave. 
 
 X 
 
 ' Leave pride, Margret, leave pride, Margret, 
 
 Leave pride an' vanity ; 
 Ere ye see the sights that I hae seen, 
 
 Sair alter'd ye maun be.' 
 
 XI 
 
 He got her in her stately ha', 
 
 Kaimin' her yellow hair ; 
 He left her on her sick, sick bed 
 
 Mournin' her sins sae sair. 
 
 laigher] lower. prins] pins. 
 
27. Clerk Saunders 
 
 Part I 
 I 
 
 CLERK SAUNDERS and may Margaret 
 Walk'd owre yon garden green ; 
 And deep and heavy was the love 
 That fell thir twa between. 
 
 II 
 ' A bed, a bed,' Clerk Saunders said, 
 
 ' A bed for you and me ! ' 
 ' Fye na, fye na,' said may Margaret, 
 
 ' Till anes we married be ! ' — 
 
 III 
 ' Then I'll take the sword frae my scabbard 
 
 And slowly lift the pin ; 
 And you may swear, and save your aith, 
 
 Ye ne'er let Clerk Saunders in. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' Take you a napkin in your hand, 
 And tie up baith your bonnie e'en. 
 
 And you may swear, and save your aith, 
 Ye saw me na since late yestreen.' 
 
 V 
 
 It was about the midnight hour, 
 
 When they asleep were laid. 
 When in and came her seven brothers, 
 
 Wi' torches burning red : 
 
 VI 
 
 When in and came her seven brothers, 
 
 Wi' torches burning bright : 
 They said, ' We hae but one sister, 
 
 And behold her lying with a knight ! ' 
 
CLERK SAUNDERS 
 
 VII 
 
 Then out and spake the first o' them, 
 ' I bear the sword shall gar him die.' 
 
 And out and spake the second o' them, 
 ' His father has nae mair but he.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 And out and spake the third o' them, 
 
 ' I wot that they are lovers dear.' 
 And out and spake the fourth o' them, 
 
 ' They hae been in love this mony a year.' 
 
 IX 
 
 Then out and spake the fifth o' them, 
 ' It were great sin true love to twain.' 
 
 And out and spake the sixth o' them, 
 ' It were shame to slay a sleeping man.' 
 
 X 
 
 Then up and gat the seventh o' them, 
 
 And never a word spake he ; 
 But he has striped his bright brown brand 
 
 Out through Clerk Saunders' fair bodye. 
 
 XI 
 
 Clerk Saunders he started, and Margaret she turn'd 
 
 Into his arms as asleep she lay ; 
 And sad and silent was the night 
 
 That was atween thir twae. 
 
 XII 
 
 And they lay still and sleepit sound 
 
 Until the day began to daw' ; 
 And kindly she to him did say, 
 
 ' It is time, true love, you were awa'.' 
 
 striped] thrust. 
 
 1 19 
 
CLERK SAUNDERS 
 
 XIII 
 
 But he lay still, and sleepit sound, 
 
 Albeit the sun began to sheen ; 
 She look'd atween her and the wa', 
 
 And dull and drowsie were his e'en. 
 
 XIV 
 
 Then in and came her father dear ; 
 
 Said, ' Let a' your mourning be ; 
 I'll carry the dead corse to the clay, 
 
 And I'll come back and comfort thee.' 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Comfort weel your seven sons. 
 
 For comforted I will never be : 
 1 ween 'twas neither knave nor loon 
 
 Was in the bower last night wi' me.' 
 
 Part II 
 I 
 The clinking bell gaed through the town, 
 
 To carry the dead corse to the clay ; 
 And Clerk Saunders stood at may Margaret's window, 
 I wot, an hour before the day. 
 II 
 'Are ye sleeping, Marg'ret ? ' he says, 
 
 ' Or are ye waking presentlie ? 
 Give me my faith and troth again, 
 I wot, true love, I gied to thee.' 
 Ill 
 ' Your faith and troth ye sail never get, 
 
 Nor our true love sail never twin. 
 Until ye come within my bower, 
 And kiss me cheik and chin.' 
 twin] break in two. 
 
CLERK SAUNDERS 
 
 IV 
 
 ' My mouth it is full cold, Marg'ret ; 
 
 It has the smell, now, of the ground ; 
 And if I kiss thy comely mouth. 
 
 Thy days of life will not be lang. 
 
 V 
 
 ' O cocks are crowing a merry midnight ; 
 
 I wot the wild fowls are boding day ; 
 Give me my faith and troth again, 
 
 And let me fare me on my way.' 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Thy faith and troth thou sallna get, 
 And our true love sail never twin. 
 
 Until ye tell what comes o' women, 
 I wot, who die in strong traivelling ? ' 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Their beds are made in the heavens high, 
 Down at the foot of our good Lord's knee, 
 
 Weel set about wi' gillyflowers ; 
 I wot, sweet company for to see. 
 
 ' O cocks are crowing on merry middle-earth 
 I wot the wild fowls are boding day ; 
 
 The psalms of heaven will soon be sung. 
 And I, ere now, will be miss'd away.' 
 
 IX 
 
 Then she has taken a crystal wand, 
 
 And she has stroken her troth thereon ; 
 
 She has given it him out at the shot-window, 
 Wi' mony a sad sigh and heavy groan. 
 
CLERK SAUNDERS 
 
 X 
 
 ' I thank ye, Marg'ret ; I thank ye, Marg'ret ; 
 
 And ay I thank ye heartilie ; 
 Gin ever the dead come for the quick. 
 
 Be sure, Marg'ret, I'll come for thee.' 
 
 XI 
 
 It 's hosen and shoon, and gown alone, 
 She climb'd the wall, and foUow'd him, 
 
 Until she came to the green forest. 
 And there she lost the sight o' him. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Is there ony room at your head, Saunders ? 
 
 Is there ony room at your feet ? 
 Or ony room at your side, Saunders, 
 
 Where fain, fain, I wad sleep ? ' 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' There 's nae room at my head, Marg'ret, 
 
 There 's nafe room at my feet ; 
 My bed it is fu' lowly now, 
 
 Amang the hungry worms I sleep. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' Cauld mould is my covering now, 
 
 But and my winding-sheet ; 
 The dew it falls nae sooner down 
 
 Than my resting-place is weet. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' But plait a wand o' bonny birk. 
 
 And lay it on my breast ; 
 And shed a tear upon my grave, 
 
 And wish my saul gude rest.' 
 
CLERK SAUNDERS 
 
 XVI 
 
 Then up and crew the red, red cock, 
 
 And up and crew the gray : 
 ' 'Tis time, 'tis time, my dear Marg'ret, 
 
 That you were going away. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' And fair Marg'ret, and rare Marg'ret, 
 
 And Marg'ret o' veritie, 
 Gin e'er ye love another man. 
 
 Ne'er love him as ye did me.' 
 
 28. The Daemon Lover 
 
 I 
 
 ' f^ WHERE hae ye been, my long, long love, 
 
 Vw/ These seven long years and more ? ' — 
 ' O I'm come to seek my former vows, 
 That ye promised me before.' — 
 II 
 ' Awa' wi' your former vows,' she says, 
 
 ' For they will breed but strife ; 
 Awa' wi' your former vows,' she says, 
 ' For I am become a wife. 
 Ill 
 ' I am married to a ship-carpenter, 
 
 A ship-carpenter he 's bound ; 
 I wadna he kenn'd my mind this nicht 
 For twice five hundred pound.' 
 
 IV 
 
 He turn'd him round and round about. 
 
 And the tear blinded his e'e : 
 ' I wad never hae trodden on Irish ground 
 
 If it hadna been for thee. 
 
 123 
 
THE DAEMON LOVER 
 
 ' I might hae had a noble lady, 
 
 Far, far beyond the sea ; 
 I might hae had a noble lady. 
 
 Were it no for the love o' thee.' — 
 
 VI 
 
 ' If ye might hae had a noble lady, 
 
 Yoursel' ye had to blame ; 
 Ye might hae taken the noble lady, 
 
 For ye kenn'd that I was nana.' — 
 
 VII 
 
 ' O fause are the vows o' womankind, 
 But fair is their fause bodie : 
 
 I wad never hae trodden on Irish ground, 
 Were it no for the love o' thee.' — 
 
 vm 
 ' If I was to leave my husband dear. 
 
 And my wee young son alsua, 
 O what hae ye to tak' me to. 
 
 If with you I should gae ? ' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' I hae seven ships upon the sea, 
 The eighth brought me to land ; 
 
 With mariners and merchandise, 
 And music on every hand. 
 
 X 
 
 ' The ship wherein my love sail sail 
 
 Is glorious to behowd ; 
 The sails sail be o' the finest silk, 
 
 And the mast o' beaten gowd.' 
 
 134 
 
rHE DAEMON LOVER 
 
 XI 
 
 She has taken up her wee young son, 
 Kiss'd him baith cheek and chin ; 
 
 ' O fare ye weel, ray wee young son, 
 For I'll never see you again ! ' 
 
 XII 
 
 She has put her foot on gude ship-board, 
 And on ship-board she has gane, 
 
 And the veil that hangit ower her face 
 Was a' wi' gowd begane. 
 
 XIII 
 
 She hadna sail'd a league, a league, 
 
 A league but barely twa. 
 Till she minded on her husband she left 
 
 And her wee young son alsua. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' O baud your tongue o' weeping,' he says, 
 
 ' Let a' your follies a-bee ; 
 I'll show where the white lilies grow 
 
 On the banks o' Italie.' 
 
 XV 
 
 She hadna sail'd a league, a league, 
 
 A league but barely three, 
 Till grim, grim grew his countenance 
 
 And gurly grew the sea. 
 
 XVI 
 
 'What hills are yon, yon pleasant hills. 
 The sun shines sweetly on ? ' — 
 
 ' O yon are the hills o' Heaven,' he said, 
 ' Where you will never won.' — 
 
 begane] overlaid. gurly] rough, surly. 
 
 125 
 
THE DAEMON LOVER 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' O whaten-a mountain is yon,' she said, 
 Sae dreary wi' frost and snae ? ' — 
 
 ' O yon is the mountain o' Hell,' he said. 
 Where you and I will gae. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' But haud your tongue, my dearest dear, 
 
 Let a' your follies a-bee, 
 I'll show where the white lilies grow, 
 
 In the bottom o' the sea.' 
 
 XIX 
 
 And aye as she turn'd her round about, 
 
 Aye taller he seem'd to be ; 
 Until that the tops o' that gallant ship 
 
 Nae taller were than he. 
 
 XX 
 
 He strack the top-mast wi' his hand. 
 The fore-mast wi' his knee ; 
 
 And he brake that gallant ship in twain. 
 And sank her in the sea. 
 
 2p. Clerk Cohen 
 
 CLERK COLVEN, and his gay ladie, 
 As they walk'd in yon garden green, 
 The belt about her middle jimp 
 
 It cost Clerk Colven crowns fifteen. 
 
 snae] snow. jimp] slim, slender. 
 
 126 
 
CLERK COLVEN 
 
 II 
 ' O hearken weel now, my good lord, 
 
 O hearken weel to what I say ; 
 When ye gang to the wall o' Stream 
 
 O gang nae near the weel-faur'd may.' 
 Ill 
 ' O haud your tongue, my gay ladie. 
 
 Now speak nae mair of that to me ; 
 For I nae saw a fair woman 
 
 [That I cou'd] like so well as thee.' 
 
 IV 
 
 He 's mounted on his berry-brown steed. 
 
 And merry, merry rade he on, 
 Till that he came to the wall o' Stream, 
 
 And there he saw the mermaiden. 
 
 V 
 
 ' Ye wash, ye wash, ye bonny may. 
 
 And ay's ye wash your sark o' silk.' — 
 
 ' It 's a' for ye, you gentle knight. 
 My skin is whiter than the milk.' 
 
 VI 
 
 He 's ta'en her by the milk-white hand. 
 He 's ta'en her by the sleeve sae green, 
 
 And he 's forgotten his gay ladie, 
 And he 's awa' wi' the mermaiden. 
 
 VII 
 
 — ' Ohone, alas ! ' says Clerk Colven, 
 ' And aye so sair as akes my head I ' 
 
 And merrily leugh the mermaiden, 
 ' O 'twill win on till you be dead. 
 
 wall] well. weel-faur'd may] well-favoured maiden, 
 
 leugh] laughed. win on] continue. 
 
 127 
 
CLERK COLVEN 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' But out ye tak' your little pen-knife, 
 And frae my saik ye shear a gare ; 
 
 Row that about your lovely head, 
 
 And the pain ye'U never feel nae mair.' 
 
 IX 
 
 Out he has ta'en his little pen-knife, 
 And frae her sark he 's shorn a gare ; 
 
 She 's ty'd it round his whey-white face, 
 But and ay his head it aked mair. 
 
 X 
 
 ' Ohone, alas ! says Clerk Colven, 
 
 O sairer, sairer akes my head ! ' — 
 ' And sairer, sairer ever will, 
 
 And aye be war' till ye be dead.' 
 
 XI 
 
 Then out he drew his shining blade 
 And thought wi' it to be her deid, 
 
 But she's become a fish again, 
 And merrily sprang into the fleed. 
 
 XII 
 
 He 's mounted on his berry-brown steed, 
 And dowie, dowie rade he hame. 
 
 And heavily, heavily lighted down 
 When to his ladie's bower he came. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' O mither, mither, mak' my bed. 
 And, gentle ladie, lay me down ; 
 
 O brither, brither, unbend my bow, 
 'Twill never be bent by me again ! ' 
 
 gate] gore, strip. row] roll, wrap. war'] worse. deid] 
 death. fleed] flood. dowie] dolefully. 
 128 
 
CLERK COLVEN 
 
 XIV 
 
 His mither she has made his bed, 
 His gentle ladie laid him down, 
 
 His brither he has unbent his bow, 
 — 'Twas never bent by him again. 
 
 SO. Toung Hunting 
 
 I 
 
 '/^ LADY, rock never your young son young 
 V^Gne hour longer for me ; 
 For I have a sweetheart in Gareloch Wells 
 I love thrice better than thee. 
 
 II 
 ' The very sole o' that lady's foot. 
 
 Than thy face is mair white.' — 
 ' But nevertheless now, Young Hunting, 
 
 Ye'll bide in my bower this night ? ' 
 
 III 
 She has birl'd in him Young Hunting 
 
 The good ale and the wine, 
 Till he was as fou drunken 
 
 As any wild-wood swine. 
 
 IV 
 
 [She has kiss'd him by] the eandle-light 
 
 And the charcoal burning red. 
 And up she has ta'en Young Hunting, 
 
 And she 's had him to her bed. 
 
 birl'd] poured. 
 IMS ^ "9 
 
YOUNG HUNTING 
 
 V 
 
 And she 's minded her on a little pen-knife 
 
 That hang'd below her gare, 
 And she has gi'en Young Hunting 
 
 A deep wound and a sair. 
 
 VI 
 
 Then up and spake the popinjay 
 
 That flew abune her head : 
 ' Lady, keep well your green cleiding 
 
 Frae good Young Hunting's bleid ! ' — 
 
 VII 
 
 ' O better I'll keep my green cleiding 
 
 Frae good Young Hunting's bleid 
 Than thou canst keep thy clattering tongue 
 
 That trattles in thy head.' 
 vill 
 ' O lang, lang is the winter's night, 
 
 And slowly daws the day! 
 There lies a dead man in my bower, 
 
 And I wish he were away.' 
 
 IX 
 
 She has call'd upon her bower-maidens. 
 She has call'd them ane by ane : 
 
 ' There lies a dead man in my bower, 
 I wish that he were gane.' 
 
 X 
 
 They have booted and spurr'd Young Hunting 
 
 As he was wont to ride — 
 A hunting-horn about his neck. 
 
 And a sharp sword by his side ; 
 And they've had him to the wan water, 
 
 Where a' men ca's it Clyde. 
 
 gare] gore, in the skirt. cleiding] clothing. dan 
 
 (lawns. 
 
 130 
 
YOUNG HUNTING 
 
 XI 
 
 In the deepest pot of Clyde-water 
 
 It 's there they flang liim in, . 
 And put a turf on his breast-bane 
 
 To hold Young Hunting down. 
 
 XII 
 
 Then up and spake the popinjay 
 
 That sat upon the tree ; 
 ' Gae hame, gae hame, ye fause lady, 
 
 And pay your maids their fee.' — 
 
 xiit 
 ' Come down, come down, my pretty bird. 
 
 That sits upon the tree ; 
 I have a cage o' beaten gold, 
 
 I'll gie it unto thee.' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' How shall I come down, how can I come down. 
 
 How shall I come down to thee ? 
 The things ye said to Young Hunting, 
 
 The same ye' re saying to me.' 
 
 XV 
 
 She hadna cross'd a rigg o' land, 
 
 A rigg but barely ane, 
 When she met wi' his auld father. 
 
 Came riding all alane. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Where has ye been, now, lady fair, 
 
 Where has ye been sae late? 
 We hae been seeking Young Hunting, 
 
 But him we canna get.' — 
 
 rigg] ridge. 
 
 "3« 
 
YOUNG HUNTING 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' Young Hunting kens a' the fords o' Clyde, 
 
 He'll ride them ane by ana ; 
 And though the night was ne'er so mirk, 
 
 Young Hunting will be hame.' 
 
 XVIII 
 
 O there came seeking Young Hunting 
 
 Mony a lord and knight, 
 And there came seeking Young Hunting 
 
 Mony a lady bright. 
 
 XIX 
 
 And it fell ance upon a day 
 
 The King was bound to ride. 
 And he has miss'd Young Hunting, 
 
 Should hae ridden on his right side. 
 
 XX 
 
 And they have to his true love gane ; 
 
 But she sware by the thorn, 
 ' O I have not seen Young Hunting 
 
 Since yesterday at morn. , 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' It fears me sair in Clyde Water 
 
 That he is drown'd therein ! ' 
 O they have sent for the King's divers, 
 
 To dive for Young Hunting. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' Gar dive, gar dive ! ' the King he cried, 
 
 ' Gar dive for gold and fee ! 
 O wha will dive for Young Hunting's sake, 
 
 Or wha will dive for me .' ' 
 
 >32 
 
YOUNG HUNTING 
 
 XXIII 
 
 They dived in at the tae water-bank, 
 
 They dived in at the tither : 
 ' We can dive no more for Young Hunting, 
 
 Altho' he were our brither.' 
 
 XXIV 
 
 It fell that in that lady's castle 
 
 The King was boun to bed. 
 And out it spake the popinjay 
 
 That flew abune his head : 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' Leave off, leave off, your day diving. 
 
 And dive upon the night ; 
 And where that sackless Knight lies slain 
 
 The candles will burn bright.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 They left their diving on the day. 
 
 And dived upon the night; 
 And over the place Young Hunting lay 
 
 The candles shone fu' bright. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 The deepest pot in Clyde Water 
 
 They got Young Hunting in. 
 With a green turf tied across his breast 
 
 To keep that good lord down. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 Then up and spake the King himsel'. 
 When he saw the deadly wound : 
 
 ' O wha has slain my right-hand man, 
 That held my hawk and hound ? ' 
 
 sackless] innocent. 
 
 ■33 
 
YOUNG HUNTING 
 
 XXIX 
 
 Then up and spake the popinjay, 
 Says, ' What needs a' this din ? 
 
 It was his light leman took his life, 
 And hided him in the linn.' 
 
 XXX 
 
 She sware her by the grass sae green, 
 
 So did she by the corn, 
 She hadna seen Young Hunting 
 
 Since Monanday at morn. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' Put not the wyte on me,' she says, 
 
 ' It was my May Catheren.' 
 Then they have cut baith thorn and fern. 
 
 To burn that maiden in. 
 
 xxxn 
 When they had ta'en her May Catheren, 
 
 In the bonfire set her in ; 
 It wouldna take upon her cheeks. 
 
 Nor yet upon her chin, 
 Nor yet upon her yellow hair. 
 
 To heal the deadly sin. 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 Out they have ta'en her May Catheren, 
 
 And put the lady in : 
 O it took upon her cheek, her cheek, 
 
 Took fast upon her chin. 
 Took fast upon her fair body — 
 
 She burnt like hollins green. 
 
 linn] streanij pool. wyte] blame. May] Maic 
 
 hollins] holly. 
 
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31. The Great Silkie of Sule Skerrie 
 
 I 
 
 AN earthly nourrice sits and sings, 
 /^And aye she sings, ' Ba, lily wean ! 
 Little ken I my bairn's father, 
 Far less the land that he staps in.' 
 II 
 Then ane arose at her bed-fit, 
 
 An' a grumly guest I'm sure was he : 
 ' Here am I, thy bairn's father, 
 Although that I be not comelie. 
 Ill 
 I am a man, upo' the Ian', 
 An' I am a silkie in the sea; 
 And when I'm far and far frae Ian', 
 My dwelling is in Sule Skerrie.' 
 
 IV 
 
 ' It was na weel,' quo' the maiden fair, 
 'It was na weel, indeed,' quo' she, 
 
 ' That the Great Silkie of Sule Skerrie 
 Suld hae come and aught a bairn to me.' 
 
 V 
 
 Now he has ta'en a purse of goud, 
 
 And he has pat it upo' her knee, 
 Sayin', ' Gie to me my little young son, 
 
 An' tak thee up thy nourrice-fee. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' An' it sail pass on a simmer's day. 
 When the sin shines het on evera stane. 
 
 That I will tak my little young son, 
 An' teach him for to swim his lane. 
 
 nourrice] nurse. silkie] seal. aught] own. his lane] 
 alone, without assistance. 
 
 >.?5 
 
THE GREAT SILKIE OF SULE SKERRIE 
 
 VII 
 ' An' thu sail marry a proud gunner, 
 
 An' a proud gunner I'm sure he'll be, 
 An' the very first schot that ere he schoots, 
 
 He'll schoot baith my young son and me.' 
 
 32. The Wife of 'Usher's Well 
 
 THERE lived a wife at Usher's well, 
 And a wealthy wife was she ; 
 She had three stout and stalwart sons, 
 And sent them o'er the sea. 
 
 II 
 They hadna been a week from her, 
 
 A week but barely ane, 
 When word came to the carline wife 
 
 That her three sons were gane. 
 
 Ill 
 They hadna been a week from her, 
 
 A week but barely three, 
 When word came to the carline wife' 
 
 That her sons she'd never see. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' 1 wish the wind may never cease, 
 
 Nor fashes in the flood, 
 Till my three sons come hame to me 
 
 In earthly flesh and blood ! ' 
 
 carline] old woman. fashes] troubles. 
 
 136 
 
THE WIFE OF USHER'S WELL 
 
 V 
 
 It fell about the Martinmas, 
 
 When nights are lang and mirk, 
 
 The carline wife's three sons came hame, 
 And their hats were o' the birk. 
 
 VI 
 
 It neither grew in syke nor ditch, 
 
 Nor yet in ony sheugh ; 
 But at the gates o' Paradise 
 
 That birk grew fair eneugh. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Blow up the fire, my maidens ! 
 
 Bring water from the well ! 
 For a' my house shall feast this night, 
 
 Since my three sons are well.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 And she has made to them a bed, 
 She 's made it large and wide ; 
 
 And she 's ta'en her mantle her about. 
 Sat down at the bedside. 
 
 IX 
 
 Up then crew the red, red cock, 
 
 And up and crew the gray ; 
 The eldest to the youngest said, 
 
 ' 'Tis time we were away.' 
 
 X 
 
 The cock he hadna craw'd but once, 
 
 And clapp'd his wings at a', 
 When the youngest to the eldest said, 
 
 ' Brother, we must awa . 
 
 syke] marsh. shengh] trench. 
 
 F 3 M7 
 
THE WIFE OF USHER'S WELL 
 
 XI 
 
 ' The cock doth craw, the day doth daw, 
 The channerin' worm doth chide ; 
 
 Gin we be miss'd out o' our place, 
 A sair pain we maun bide.'. — 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Lie still, lie still but a little wee while, 
 
 Lie still but if we may ; 
 Gin my mother should miss us when she wakes, 
 
 She'll go mad ere it be day.' — 
 
 xm 
 ' Fare ye weel, my mother dear ! 
 
 Fareweel to barn and byre ! 
 And fareye weel, the bonny lass 
 
 That kindles my mother's fire ! ' 
 
 ^j. A Lyke-Wake Dirge 
 
 I 
 
 THIS ae nighte, this ae nighte, 
 — Every nighle and alle, 
 Fire and fleet and candle-lighte, 
 And Christe receive thy saule. 
 
 When thou from hence away art past, 
 
 — Every nighte and alle, 
 To Whinny-muir thou com'stat last: 
 
 And Christe receive thy saule. ' 
 
 channerin'] fretting. fleet] floor. Other readings art 'sleet 
 a«i/'salt'. .' . .' 
 
 138 
 
A LYKE-WAKE. DIRGE 
 
 If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon, 
 
 — Every nighte and alle, 
 Sit thee down and put theni on : 
 
 And Chnste recAve .thy smle. 
 
 IV 
 
 If hosen and shoon thou ne'er gav'st nane 
 
 — Every nighte and alle, 
 The whinnes sail prick thee to the bare bane ; 
 
 And Christe receive thy saule. 
 
 V 
 
 From whinny-muir when thou may'st pass, 
 
 — Every nighte and alle. 
 To Brig o' Dread thou com'st at last ; 
 
 And Christe receive thy saule. 
 
 VI 
 
 From Brig o' Dread when thou may'st pass, 
 
 — Every nighte and allej 
 To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last ; 
 
 And Christe receive thy saule. 
 
 -vil 
 If ever thou gavest meat or drink, 
 
 — Every nighte and alle, 
 The fire sail never make thee shrink ; 
 
 And Christe receive thy saule. ' 
 
 VIII 
 
 If meat or drink thou ne'er gav'-st nane, 
 
 — Every nighte and alle, 
 .The fire will burn thee to the bare bane ; 
 
 And Christe receive thy saule. 
 
 '39 
 
A LYKE-WAKE DIRGE 
 
 IX 
 
 This ae nighte, this ae nighte, 
 
 — Every nighte and alle, 
 Fire and fleet and candle-lighte, 
 
 And Christe receive thy saule. 
 
 54. The %)nquiet Grave 
 
 I 
 
 'nr"HE wind doth blow to-day, my love, 
 
 1 And a few small drops of rain ; 
 1 never had but one true-love ; 
 In cold grave she was lain. 
 
 II 
 ♦ I'll do as much for my true-love 
 
 As any young man may ; 
 I'll sit and mourn all at her grave 
 
 For a twelvemonth and a day.' 
 
 Ill 
 The twelvemonth and a day being up, 
 
 The dead began to speak : 
 ' Oh who sits weeping on my grave, 
 
 And will not let me sleep ? ' — 
 
 ' 'Tis I, my love, sits on your grave, 
 
 And will not let you sleep ; 
 For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips, 
 And that is all I seek.' — 
 140 
 
THE UNQUIET GRAVE 
 
 ' You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips ; 
 
 But my breath smells earthy strong ; 
 If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips, 
 
 Your time will not be long. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' 'Tis down in yonder garden green, 
 Love, where we used to walk, 
 
 The finest flower that ere was seen 
 Is wither'd to a stalk. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' The stalk is wither'd dry, my love, 
 
 So will our hearts decay ; 
 So make yourself content, my love, 
 
 Till God calls you away.' 
 
 BOOK II 
 
 HI 
 
BOOK II 
 
 jy. Hynd Horn 
 
 I 
 
 HYND Horn's bound, love, and Hynd Horn's fre 
 With a hey liUelu and a hoiu- lo Ian ; 
 Where was ye born, or in what countrie ? 
 And the birk and the broom blows bonnie. 
 II 
 ' In good greenwood, there I was born, 
 And all my forbears me beforn. 
 
 Ill 
 ' O seven long years I served the King,- 
 And as for wages I never gat nane; 
 
 IV 
 
 ' But ae sight o' his ae daughter. 
 And that was thro' an auger-bore.' 
 
 V 
 
 Seven long years he served the King, 
 
 And it 's a' for the sake of his daughter Jean. 
 
 VI 
 
 The King an angry man was he ; 
 
 He sent young Hynd Horn to the sea. 
 
 VII 
 
 He's gi'en his luve a silver wand 
 
 Wi' seven silver laverocks sittin' thereon. 
 
 VIII 
 
 She 's gi'en to him a gay gold ring 
 Wi' seven bright diamonds set therein. 
 
 laverocks] larks. 
 14a 
 
HYND HORN 
 
 ' As lang 's these diamonds keep their hue, 
 Ye'll know I am a lover true : 
 
 X 
 
 ' But when the ring turns pale and wan, 
 Ye may ken that I love anither man.' 
 
 XI 
 
 He hoist up sails and awa' sail'd he 
 Till that he came to a foreign countrie. 
 
 XII 
 
 One day as he look'd his ring upon, 
 He saw the diamonds pale and wan. 
 
 • xm 
 He 's left the seas and he 's come to the land. 
 And the first that he met was an auld beggar man. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' What news, what news ? thou auld beggar man. 
 For it's seven years sin I've seen land.' 
 
 XV 
 
 ' No news,' said the beggar, ' no news at a', 
 But there is a wedding in the King's lia'. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' But there is a wedding in the King's ha' 
 That has halden these forty days and twa.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 'Cast ofF, cast off thy auld beggar weed, 
 And I'll gi'e thee my gude grey steed : 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' And lend to me your wig o' hair 
 To cover mine, because it is fair.' — 
 
 weed] clothes. 
 
 "43 
 
HYND HORN 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' My begging weed is na for thee, 
 Your riding steed is na for me.' 
 
 XX 
 
 But part by right and part by wrang 
 
 Hynd Horn has changed wi' the beggar man. 
 
 XXI 
 
 The auld beggar man was bound for to ride, 
 But young Hynd Horn was bound for the bride. 
 
 XXII 
 
 When he came to the King's gate. 
 
 He sought a drink for Hynd Horn's sake. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 The bride came trippin' down the stair, 
 Wi' the scales o' red gowd in her hair ; 
 
 XXIV 
 
 Wi' a cup o' the red wine in her hand. 
 And that she gae to the auld beggar man. 
 
 XXV 
 
 Out o' the cup he drank the wine, 
 And into the cup he dropt the ring. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' O got ye this by sea or land ? 
 
 Or got ye it of a dead man's hand i ' — 
 
 XXVII 
 ' I got it na by sea nor land. 
 But I got it, madam, of your own hand. 
 
 XXVIII 
 ' O, I'll cast off my gowns o' brown. 
 And beg with you frae town to town. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' O, I'll cast off my gowns o' red, 
 And I'll beg wi' you to win my bread, 
 
 •44 
 
HYND HORN 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' O I'll take the scales o' gowd frae my hair, 
 And I'll follow you for evermair.' 
 
 XXXI 
 
 She has cast awa' the brown and the red, 
 And she 's follow'd him to beg her bread, 
 
 XXXII 
 
 She has ta'en the scales o' gowd frae her hair 
 And she's follow'd him for evermair. 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 But atween the kitchen and the ha' 
 He has let his cloutie cloak down fa'. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 And the red gowd shined ovei- him a', 
 With a hey llUelu, and a how Jo Ian ; 
 
 And the bride frae the bridegroom was stown awa', 
 And the birk and the broom blows bonnte. 
 
 j6. Hynd Etin 
 
 I 
 
 MAY Margaret sits in her bower door 
 Sewing her silken seam ; 
 She heard a note in Elmond's wood, 
 And wish'd she there had been. 
 II 
 She loot the seam fa' frae her side, 
 
 The needle to her tae, 
 And she is on to Elmond's wood 
 As fast as she could gae. 
 
 cloutie] full of clouts, patched. -stown] stolen. loot] let. 
 tae] toe. 
 
 I4S 
 
HYND ETIN 
 
 in 
 She hadna pu'd a nut, a nut, 
 
 Nor broken a branch but ane. 
 Till by there came the Hynd Etin, 
 
 Says, ' Lady, lat alane. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' O why pu' ye the nut, the nut, 
 
 Or why break ye the tree ? 
 For I am forester o' this wood : 
 
 Ye should spier leave at me.' — 
 
 V 
 
 I'll ask leave at nae living man. 
 Nor yet will I at thee ; 
 My father is king o'er a' this realm. 
 This wood belongs to me.' 
 
 VI 
 
 The highest tree in Elmond's wood, 
 
 He 's pu'd it by the reet, 
 And he has built for her a bower 
 
 Near by a hallow seat. 
 
 VII 
 
 He's kept her there in Elmond's wood 
 
 For six lang years and ane, 
 Till six pretty sons to him she bare. 
 
 And the seventh she 's brought hame. 
 
 VIII 
 
 It fell out ance upon a day 
 
 He 's to the hunting gane. 
 And a' to carry his game for him 
 
 He 's tane his eldest son. 
 
 spier] ask. reet] root. hallow seat] holy man's or 
 
 hermit's cave. 
 .46 
 
HYND ETIN 
 
 IX 
 
 ' A question I will ask, father, 
 
 Gin ye wadna angry be.' — 
 ' Say on, say on, my bonny boy, 
 
 Ye'se nae be quarrell'd by me.' 
 
 X 
 
 ' I see my mither's cheeks aye weet, 
 
 I never can see them dry ; 
 And I wonder what aileth my mither 
 
 To mourn [sae constantly].' — 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Your mither was a king's daughter, 
 
 Sprung frae a high degree ; 
 She might hae wed some worthy prince 
 
 Had she na been stown by me. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Your mither was a king's daughter 
 
 Of noble birth and fame. 
 But now she 's wife o' Hynd Etin, 
 
 Wha ne'er gat christendame. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' But we'll shoot the buntin' o' the bush; 
 
 The linnet o' the tree. 
 And ye'se tak' them hame to your dear mither, 
 
 See if she'll merrier be.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 It fell upon anither day, 
 
 He 's to the hunting gane 
 And left his seven [young] children 
 
 To stay wi' their mither at hame. 
 
 stown} stolen. 
 
 H7. 
 
HYND ETIN 
 
 XV 
 ' O I will tell to you, mither, 
 
 Gin ye wadna angry be.' — 
 ' Speak on, speak on, my little wee boy, 
 
 Ye'se nae be quarrell'd by me.' — 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' As we came frae the hind-hunting, 
 
 We heard fine music ring.' — 
 ' My blessings on you, my bonny boy, 
 
 I wish I'd been there my lane.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 They wistna weel where they were gaen, 
 
 Wi' the stratlins o' their feet ; 
 They wistna weel where they were gaen, 
 
 Till at her father's yate. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' I hae nae money in my pocket, 
 
 But royal rings hae three ; 
 I'll gie them you, my little young son. 
 
 And ye'll walk there for me. 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Ye'll gi'e the first to the proud porter 
 
 And he will let you in ; 
 Ye'll gi'e the next to the butler-boy 
 
 And he will show you ben ; 
 
 XX 
 
 ' Ye'll gi'e the third to the minstrel 
 
 That plays before the King ; 
 He'll play success to the bonny boy 
 
 Came thro' the wood him lane.' 
 
 stratlins] ? stragglings. yate] gate. ben] fcrther in. 
 148 
 
HYND ETIN 
 
 XXI 
 
 He ga'e the first to the proud porter 
 And he open'd and let him in ; 
 
 He ga'e tlie next to the butler-boy, 
 And he has shown him ben. 
 
 XXII 
 
 He ga'e the third to the minstrel 
 
 That play'd before the King, 
 And he play'd success to the bonny boy 
 
 Came thro' the wood him lane. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 Now when he came before the King, 
 
 Fell low upon his knee ; 
 The King he turn'd him roimd about, 
 
 And the saut tear blint his e'e. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' Win up, win up, my bonny boy. 
 
 Gang frae my companie ; 
 Ye look sae like my dear daughter, 
 
 My heart will burst in three.' — 
 
 5MV 
 
 ' If I look like your dear daughter, 
 
 A wonder it is none ; 
 If I look like your dear daughter, 
 
 I am her eldest son.' — 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' Will ye tell me, ye little wee boy. 
 Where may my Margaret be ? ' — 
 
 ' She 's just now standing at your yates, 
 And my six brithers her wi'.' — 
 
 blint] blinded. 
 
 H9 
 
HYND ETIN 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' O where are a' my porter-boys 
 
 That I pay meat and fee, 
 To open my yates baith wide and braid, 
 
 Let her come in to me ? ' 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 When she cam' in before the King, 
 Fell low down on her knee : 
 
 ' Win up, win up, my daughter dear. 
 This day ye'se dine wi' me.' — ■ 
 
 XXIX 
 
 '• Ae bit I canna eat, father, 
 
 Nor ae drop can I drink. 
 
 Until I see my mither dear. 
 
 For lang for her I think.' 
 
 XXX 
 
 When she cam' in before the queen, 
 Fell low down on her knee ; 
 
 ' Win up, win up, my daughter dear. 
 This day ye'se dine wi' me.' — 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' Ae bit I canna eat, mither. 
 
 Nor ae drop can I drink, 
 Until I see my sister dear. 
 
 For lang for her I think.' 
 
 XXXII 
 
 When that these twa sisters met, 
 
 She hail'd her courteouslie ; 
 ' Come ben, come ben, my sister dear," ' 
 This day ye'se dine wi' me.' — 
 ISO 
 
HYND ETIN 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' Ae bit I canna eat, sister, 
 
 Nor ae drop can I drink, 
 Until I see my dear husband, 
 
 So lang for him I think.' — 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 ' O where are a' my rangers bold 
 
 That I pay. meat and fee, 
 To search the forest far an' wide, 
 
 And bring Etin back to me ? ' 
 
 XXXV 
 
 Out it speaks the little wee boy : 
 
 ' Na, na, this mauna be'; 
 Without ye grant a free pardon, 
 
 I hope ye'U nae him see.' — 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 ' O here I grant a free pardon, 
 Well seal'd by my own han' ; 
 
 Ye may mak' search for Young Etin 
 As soon as ever ye can.' 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 They search'd the country wide and braid, 
 
 The forests far and near. 
 And they found him into Elmond's wood, 
 
 Tearing his yellow hair. 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 ' Win up, win up now, Hynd Etin, 
 
 Win up an' boun wi' me ; 
 We're messengers come fraethe court j 
 
 The King wants you to see.' — 
 
 boun] go. 
 
HYND ETIN 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 ' O lat them tak' frae me my head, 
 
 Or hang me on a tree ; 
 For since I've lost my dear lady, 
 
 Life 's no pleasure to me.' — 
 
 XL 
 
 'Your head will na be touch'd, Etin, 
 
 Nor you hang'd on a tree ; 
 Your lady 's in her father's court 
 
 And a' he wants is thee.' 
 
 XLI 
 
 When he cam' in before the King, 
 Fell low down on his knee ; 
 
 ' Win up, win up now, Young Etin, 
 This day ye'se dine wi' me.' 
 
 XLII 
 
 But as they were at dinner set 
 The wee boy ask'd a boon : 
 
 ' I wish we were in a good kirk 
 For to get christendoun. 
 
 XLin 
 ' For we hae lived in gude green wood 
 
 This seven years and ane ; 
 But a' this time since e'er I mind 
 
 Was never a kirk within.' — 
 
 XLIV 
 
 ' Your asking 's na sae great, my boy, 
 
 But granted it sail be ; 
 This day to gude kirk ye sail gang 
 
 And your mither sail gang you wi'. ' 
 
HYND ETIN 
 
 XLV 
 
 When unto the gude kirk she came, 
 
 She at the door did stan' ; 
 She was sae sair sunk down wi* shame, 
 
 She couldna come farther ben. 
 
 XLVI 
 
 Then out and spak' the parish priest, 
 And a sweet smile ga'e he : 
 
 ' Come ben, come ben, my lily-flower, 
 Present your babes to me.' 
 
 XLVII 
 
 Charles', Vincent, Sam and Dick, 
 And likewise John and James; 
 
 They call'd the eldest Young Etin, 
 Which was his father's name. 
 
 37. Erlinton 
 
 I 
 
 ERLINTON had a fair daughter ; 
 I wat, he wear'd her in a great sin ; 
 For he has built a bigly bower, 
 And a' to put that lady in. 
 
 II 
 An' he has warn'd her sisters six. 
 
 An' sae has he her brethren se'en, 
 Outher to watch her a' the night, 
 
 Or else to seek her morn an' e'en. 
 
 wear'd her in] led her into. 
 
ERLINTON 
 
 III 
 She hadna been i' that bigly bower, 
 
 Na not a night but barely ane, 
 Till there was Willie, her ain true love, 
 
 Chapp'd at the door, cryin' ' Peace within ! ' 
 
 IV 
 
 ' O whae is this at my bower door, 
 
 That chaps sae late, nor kens the gin ? ' — 
 
 ' O it is Willie, your ain true love, 
 I pray you rise an' let me in.' — 
 
 V 
 
 ' For a' sae weel as I like ye, Willie, 
 For a' sae weel as I ken the gin, 
 
 I wadna for ten thousand pounds, love, 
 Na, no this night wad I let ye in. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' But in the green-wood is a wake. 
 And at the wake there is a wane, 
 
 An' there I'll come as sune the morn, love, 
 Na no a mile but barely ane. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' On my right hand I'll have a glo', love, 
 And on my left hand I'll have nane ; 
 
 I'll have wi' me my sisters six, love, 
 And we will wauk the wood our lane.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 Then she 's gane to her bed again. 
 
 She has layen till the cock crew thrice. 
 
 An' then she said to her sisters a', 
 ' Maidens, 'tis time for us to rise. 
 
 chapp'd] knocked. gin] trick, or sleight, of the door-latch, 
 wake {obscure). wane] dwelling, arbor. glo'] glove. out 
 lane] we alone. 
 '54 
 
ERLINTON 
 
 IX 
 
 She pat on her back her silken gown, 
 An' on her breast a siller pin, 
 
 An' she 's ta'en her sisters by the hand, 
 An' to the green-wood she is gane. 
 
 They hadna wauk'd in the bonny green-wood, 
 
 Na no an hour but barely ane, 
 Till up start Willie, her ain tme love, 
 
 Wha frae her sisters has her ta'en. 
 
 XI 
 
 An' he has kiss'd her sisters six. 
 An' he has sent them hame again, 
 
 But he has keepit his ain true love, 
 
 Sayin' ' We'll wauk the woods our lane.' 
 
 XII 
 
 They hadna wauk'd in the bonnie green-wood 
 
 Na no an hour but barely ane. 
 Till up start fifteen o' the bravest outlaws 
 
 That ever bare either blood or bane. 
 
 XIII 
 
 Then up bespake the foremost knight, — 
 
 An' O but he spake angrily : 
 Says, ' Yield to me thy ladye bright, 
 
 This night shall wauk the woods wi' me.'- 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' I like her weel, my ladye bright, 
 And O my life but it lies me near ! 
 
 But before I lose my ladye bright 
 I'll lather lose my life sae dear.' 
 
ERLINTON 
 
 But up an' spake the second knight— 
 I wat he spake right boustruslie — 
 
 Says, ' Baith your life an' your kdye bright 
 This night shall wauk the woods wi' me.'- 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' My ladye is my warldis meed : 
 
 My life I winna yield to nane ; 
 But if ye be men of your manheid, 
 
 Ye'll only fight me ane by ane. — 
 
 xvil 
 ' O sit ye down, my dearest dear, 
 
 Sit down an' hold my milk-white steed, 
 An' see that ye dinna change your cheer 
 
 Until ye see my body bleed.' 
 
 XVI u 
 
 He set his back unto an aik. 
 
 He set his feet against a stane. 
 He 's feightin a' these fifteen outlaws, 
 
 An' kill'd them a' but barely ane. 
 
 An' he has gane to his ladye dear, 
 I wat he kiss'd her cheek an' chin — 
 
 ' Thou ait mine ain, I have bought thee dear, 
 An' now we will wauk the woods our lane. 
 
 warldis meed] world's reward, most precious thing in the 
 world : or perhaps corrupted from warldis make, mate. aik] 
 oak. 
 
 156 
 
i8. Earl Brand 
 
 I 
 
 ODlD ye ever hear o' brave Earl Brand ? 
 Ay lally, o My My 
 He courted the King's daughter o' fair England 
 All i the night sae early. 
 II 
 She was scarcely fifteen years that tide 
 Till sae boldly she came to his bedside. 
 
 Ill 
 ' O Earl Bran', fain wad I see 
 A pack of hounds let loose on the lea.' — 
 
 IV 
 
 ' O lady, I have no steeds but one; 
 But thou shall ride, and I will run.' — 
 
 V 
 
 ' O Earl Bran', my father has two, 
 And thou shah have the best of tho'. — 
 
 VI 
 
 They have ridden o'er moss and moor. 
 And they have met neither rich nor poor, 
 
 VII 
 
 Until they met with old Carl Hood : 
 — He 's aye for ill and never for good, 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Earl Bran', if ye love nie, 
 
 Seize this old carl, and gar him die.' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O lady fair, it wad be sair 
 
 To slay an old man that has grey hair. 
 
 tide] time, season. 
 
EARL BRAND 
 
 X 
 
 ' O lady fair, I'll no do sae ; 
 
 I'll gie him a pound and let him gae.' 
 
 XI 
 
 ' O where hae ye ridden this lee-lang day ? 
 Or where hae ye stolen this lady away ? ' — 
 
 XII 
 
 ' I have not ridden this lee-lang day, 
 Nor yet have 1 stolen this lady away. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' She is my only, my sick sister, 
 
 Which I have brought from Winchester.' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' If she be sick and like to dead, 
 Why wears she the ribbon sae red ? 
 
 XV 
 
 ' If she be sick and like to die. 
 
 Then why wears she the gold on high ? ' 
 
 XVI 
 
 When came the carl to this lady's yett, 
 Rudely, rudely he rapp'd thereat. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' O where 's the lady o' this ha' ? ' — 
 
 ' She's out with her maids to play at the ba'.'— 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' Ha, ha, ha I ye are a' mista'en ; 
 Gae count your maidens o'er again. 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' I met her far beyond the lea. 
 
 With the young Earl Brand, his leman to be. 
 
 lee-lang] live-long. yett] gate. 
 
 158 
 
EARL BRAND 
 
 XX 
 
 Her father arm'd of his men fifteen, 
 And they're ridden after them all-by-dehe. 
 
 XXI 
 
 O'er her left shoulder the lady look'd then : 
 ' O Earl Bran', we both are ta'en ! ' — 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' If they come on me ane by ane, 
 Ye may stand by and see them slain. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' But if they come on me ane and all. 
 Ye may stand by and see me fall.' 
 
 XXIV 
 
 They have come on him ane by ane, 
 And fourteen men he has them slain. 
 
 XXV 
 
 But the fifteenth man behind stole round, 
 And he 's gi'en him a deadly wound. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 But for a' sae wounded as Earl Brand was 
 He has set his lady on her horse. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 They rode till they came to the water o' Doune. 
 And there he lighted to wash his wound. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' O Earl Bran*, I see your heart's bloud ! ' — 
 ' It 's na but the glent o' my scarlet hood.' 
 
 XXIX 
 
 They rode till they came to his mother's yett. 
 So faint and feebly he rapp'd thereat. 
 
 all-by-dene] all together. glent] gleam. 
 
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EARL BRAND 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' O my son 's slain, he 's falling to swoun, 
 And a' for the sake of an English loun ! '— 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' So say not sae, my dearest mother, 
 But marry her to my youngest brother. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' This has not been the death o' ane, 
 But it's ^een the death o' fair seventeen.' 
 
 39. The Douglas Tragedy 
 
 '13 ISE up, rise up, now Lord Douglas,' she says, 
 iV' And put on your armour so bright ; 
 Let it never be said that a daughter of thine 
 Was married to a lord under night. 
 II 
 ' Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons, 
 
 And put on your armour so bright, 
 And take better care of your youngest sister. 
 For your eldest 's awa the last night.' 
 Ill 
 He 's mounted her on a milk-white steed. 
 
 And himself on a dapple grey. 
 With a bugelet horn hung down his side ; 
 And lightly they rode away. 
 
 IV 
 
 Lord William look'd o'er his left shoulder. 
 
 To see what he could see. 
 And there he spy'd her seven brethren bold 
 
 Come riding over the lea. 
 
 l6o 
 
THE DOUGLAS TRAGEDY 
 
 V 
 
 ' Light down, light down, Lady Margret,' he said, 
 
 ' And hold my steed in your hand, 
 Until that against your seven brethren bold, 
 
 And your father, I mak' a stand.' 
 
 VI 
 
 0, there she stood, and bitter she stood, 
 
 And never did shed one tear, 
 Until that she saw her seven brethren fa'. 
 
 And her father, who lov'd her so dear. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' O hold your hand. Lord William ! ' she said, 
 ' For your strokes they are wondrous sair ; 
 
 True lovers I can get many an ane, 
 But a father I can never get mair.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 O she 's ta'en out her handkerchief, 
 
 It was o' the hoUand sae fine, 
 And aye she dighted her father's wounds. 
 
 That were redder than the wine. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O chuse, O chuse, Lady Margret,' he said, 
 
 ' O whether will ye gang or bide ? ' 
 ' I'll gang, I'll gang. Lord William,' she said, 
 
 ' For ye've left me no other guide.' 
 
 X 
 
 He 's lifted her on a milk-white steed. 
 
 And himself on a dapple grey, 
 With a bugelet horn hung down by his side ; 
 
 And slowly they baith rade away. 
 
 dighted] dressed. 
 
THE DOUGLAS TRAGEDY 
 
 XI 
 
 O they rade on, and on they rade, 
 
 And a' by the light of the moon, 
 Until they came to yon wan water, 
 
 And there they lighted doun. 
 
 XII 
 
 They lighted doun to tak' a drink 
 
 Of the spring that ran sae clear, 
 And douri the stream ran his gude heart's blood, 
 
 And sair she gan to fear. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' Hold up, hold up. Lord William,' she says, 
 
 ' For I fear that you are slain.' — 
 ' 'Tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak, 
 
 Tliat shines in the water sae plain.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 O they rade on, and on they rade, 
 
 And a' by the light of the moon. 
 Until they cam' to his mother's ha' door, 
 
 And there they lighted doun. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Get up, get up, lady mother,' he says, 
 
 'Get up, and let me in ! 
 Get up, get up, lady mother/ he says, 
 
 ' For this night my fair lady I've win. ■ 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' O mak my bed, lady mother,' he says, 
 
 ' O mak it braid and deep, 
 And lay Lady Margret close at my back, 
 
 And the sounder I will sleep.' 
 
THE DOUGLAS TRAGEDY 
 
 XVII 
 
 Lord William was dead lang ere midnight, 
 
 Lady Margret lang ere day, 
 And all true lovers that go thegither, 
 
 May they have mair luck than they ! 
 
 XVIII 
 
 Lord William was buried in St. Mary's kirk, 
 
 Lady Margret in Mary's quire ; 
 Out o' the lady's grave grew a bonny red rose, 
 
 And out o' the knight's a brier. 
 
 XIX 
 
 And they twa met, and they twa plat. 
 
 And fain they wad be near ; 
 And a' the warld might ken right weel 
 
 They were twa lovers dear. 
 
 XX 
 
 But bye and rade the Black Douglas, 
 
 And wow but he was rough ! 
 For he puU'd up the bonny brier, 
 And flang't in St. Mary's Lough. 
 
 ^0. Glasgerion 
 
 I 
 
 GLASGERION was a King's own son, 
 And a. harper he was good ; 
 He harped in the King's chaniber 
 
 Where cup and candle stood. 
 And so did he in the Queen's chamber, 
 Till ladies waxed wood. 
 
 plat] pleated. wood] crazy, wild with delight. 
 
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GLASGERION 
 
 II 
 And then bespake the King's daughter 
 
 And these words thus said she : 
 [' There 's never a stroke comes over this harp, 
 
 But it glads the heart of me. '] 
 
 III 
 Said, ' Strike on, strike on, Oasgerion, 
 
 Of thy striking do not blin ; 
 There 's never a stroke comes over thine harp 
 
 But it glads my heart witiiin.' 
 
 IV 
 
 'Fair might you fall, lady,' quoth he; 
 
 ' Who taught you now to speak ? 
 I have loved you, lady, seven year ; 
 
 My heart I durst ne'er break.' — 
 
 V 
 
 ' But come to my bower, my Glasgerion, 
 
 When all men are at rest ; 
 As I am a lady true of my promise, 
 
 Thou shalt be a welcome guest.' 
 
 VI 
 
 But home then came Glasgerion, 
 
 A glad man. Lord, was he ! 
 ' And come thou hither, Jack, my boy, 
 
 Come hither unto me. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' For the King's daughter of Normandye 
 
 Her love is granted me; 
 And before the cock have crowen 
 
 At her chamber must I be.' 
 
 blin] stint, cease. 
 164 
 
GLASGERION 
 
 VIII 
 
 'But come you hither, master,' quoth he, 
 ' Lay your head down on this stone ; 
 
 For I will waken you, master dear, 
 Afore it be time to gone.' 
 
 IX 
 
 But up then rose that lither lad. 
 
 And did on hose and shoon ; 
 A collar he cast upon his neck, 
 
 He seemed a gentleman. 
 
 X 
 
 And when he came to that lady's chamber 
 
 He tirl'd upon a pin ; 
 The lady was true of her promise. 
 
 Rose up and let him in. 
 
 XI 
 
 He did not kiss that lady gay 
 
 When he came nor when he yode ; 
 
 And sore mistrusted that lady gay 
 He was of some churle's blood. 
 
 XII 
 
 But home then came that lither lad. 
 And did off his hose and shoon. 
 
 And cast that collar from 'bout his neck ; 
 He was but a churle's son : 
 
 ' Awaken,' quoth he, ' my master dear, 
 I hold it time to be gone. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' For I have saddled your horse, master, 
 
 Well bridled I have your steed ; 
 Have not I served a good breakfast 
 
 When time comes I have need I ' 
 
 lither] rascally, vile. tirl'd] rattled. yode] went. 
 
 165 
 
GLASGERION 
 
 XIV 
 
 But up then rose good Glasgerion, 
 And did on both hose and shoon, 
 
 And ca$t a collar about his neck ; 
 He was a Kingl's son. 
 
 XV 
 
 And when he came to that lady's chamber, 
 
 He tirl'd upon a pin ; 
 The lady was more than true of her promise. 
 
 Rose up, and let him in, 
 
 XVI 
 
 Says, ' Whether have you left with me 
 
 Your bracelet or your glove ? 
 Or are you back return'd again 
 
 To know more of my teve ? ' 
 
 XVII 
 
 Glasgerion swore a full great oath 
 
 By oak and ash and thorn, 
 ' Lady, I was never in your chamber 
 , Sith the time that I was born.' — 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' O then it was your little foot-page 
 
 Falsely hath beguiled me ' : 
 And then she pull'd forth a little pen-knife 
 
 That hanged by her knee, 
 Says, ' There shall never no churle's blood 
 
 Spring within my bodye.' 
 
 XIX 
 
 But home then went Glasgerion, 
 
 A woe man, Lord, was he ; 
 Sayes, ' Come hither, thou Jack, my boy, 
 Come thou hither to me, 
 166 
 
GLASGERION 
 
 XX 
 
 ' For if I had kill'd a man to-night, 
 
 Jack, I would tell it thee, 
 But if I have not kill'd a man to-night, 
 
 Jack, thou hast killed three 1 ' 
 
 XXI 
 
 And he puU'd out his bright brown sword. 
 
 And dried it on his sleeve, 
 And he smote off that lither lad's head 
 
 And ask'd no man no leave. 
 
 XXII 
 
 He set the sword's point till his breast. 
 
 The pommel till a stone ; 
 Through the falseness of that lither-lad 
 
 These three lives wern all gone. 
 
 4/. K}^^ Estmere 
 
 I 
 
 HEARKEN to me, gentlemen, 
 Come and you shall heare ; 
 lie tell you of two of the boldest brether 
 That ever borne were. 
 
 II 
 The tone of them was Adler Younge, 
 
 The tother was Kyng Estmere ; 
 They were as bolde men in their deeds 
 
 As any were, farr and neare. 
 
 167 
 
KING ESTMERE 
 
 III 
 As they were drinking ale and wine 
 
 Within his brother's hall, 
 ' When will ye marry a wyfe, brother, 
 
 A wyfe to glad us all ? ' 
 
 IV 
 
 Then bespake him Kyng Estmere, 
 
 And answered hira hartilye : 
 ' I know not that ladye in any land, 
 
 That's able to marrye with mee.' — 
 
 V 
 
 ' Kyng Adland hath a daughter, brother. 
 Men call her bright and sheene ; 
 
 If I were kyng here in your stead. 
 That ladye shold be my queene.' — 
 
 VI 
 
 Sales, ' Reade me, reade me, deare brother, 
 
 Throughout merry England, 
 Where we might find a messenger 
 
 Betwixt us towe to sende.' — 
 
 . VII 
 
 Sales, ' You shal ryde yourselfe, brother, 
 
 He beare you companye ; 
 Many a man throughe fals messengers is deceived, 
 
 And I feare lest soe shold wee.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 Thus they renisht them to ryde. 
 
 Of twoe good renisht steeds. 
 And when they came to Kyng Adland's halle, 
 
 Of redd gold shone their weeds. 
 
 renisht] perhaps for 'revisht', dressed, arrayed. weeds] 
 
 garments. 
 i68 
 
KING ESTMERE 
 
 IX 
 
 And when they came to Kyng Adland's halle, 
 
 Before the goodlye gate, 
 There they found good Kyng Adiand 
 
 Rearing himselfe theratt. 
 
 X 
 
 ' Now Christ thee save, good Kyng Adiand ; 
 
 Now Christ you save and see.' — 
 Sayd, ' You be welcome, Kyng Estmere, 
 
 Right hartilye to mee.' 
 
 XI 
 
 ' You have a daughter,' said Adler Younge, 
 ' Men call her bright and sheene ; 
 
 My brother wold marrye her to his wifFe, 
 Of Englande to be queene.' — 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Yesterday was att my deere daughter 
 Kyng Bremor his sonne of Spayn, 
 
 And then she nicked him of naye. 
 
 And I doubt sheele do you the same.' — 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' The Kyng of Spayne is a foule paynini, 
 
 And 'lieveth on Mahound, 
 And pitye it were that fayre ladye 
 
 Shold marry a heathen hound. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' But grant to me,' sayes Kyng Estmere, 
 
 ' For my love I you praye, 
 That I may see your daughter deere 
 
 Before I goe hence awaye.' — 
 
 rearing] leaning. nicked] refused. 
 
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KING ESTMERE 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Although itt is seven yeers and more 
 Since my daughter was in halle, 
 
 She shall come once downe for your sake, 
 To glad my guestes alle.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 Downe then came that mayden fayre, 
 
 With ladyes laced in pall, 
 And halfe a hundred of bold knightes, 
 
 To bring lier from bowre to hall, 
 And as many gentle squiers, 
 
 To tend upon them all. 
 
 XVII 
 
 The talents of golde were on her head sette 
 Hanged low downe to her knee, 
 
 And everye ring on her small finger 
 Slione of the chrystall free. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 Saies, ' God you save, my deere madam,* 
 Saies, ' God you save and see ! ' — 
 
 Said, ' You be welcome, Kyng Estmere, 
 Right welcome unto mee. 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' And, if you love me, as you saye, 
 
 Soe well and hartilee. 
 All that ever you are comen about 
 
 Soone sped now itt shal bee.' 
 
 XX 
 
 Then bespake her father deare : 
 
 ' My daughter, I saye naye ; 
 Remember well the Kyng of Spayne, 
 
 What he sayd yesterdaye. 
 
 pall] fine cloth. 
 170 
 
KING ESTMERE 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' He wold pull downe my halles and castles, 
 
 And reave me of my lyfe ; 
 I cannot blame him if he doe, 
 
 If I reave him of his wyfe.' — 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' Your castles and your towres, father, 
 
 Are stronglye built aboute, 
 And therefore of the Kyng his sonne of Spaine 
 
 Wee neede not stande in doubt. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' Plight me your troth, nowe, Kyng Estmere, 
 
 By heaven and your righte hand, 
 That you will raarrye me to your wyfe, 
 
 And make me queene of your land.' 
 
 XXIV 
 
 Then Kyng Estmere he plight his troth. 
 
 By heaven and his righte hand. 
 That he wolde marrye her to his wyfe. 
 
 And make her queene of his land. 
 
 XXV 
 
 And he tooke leave of that ladye fayre, 
 
 To goe to his owne countree, 
 To fetche him dukes and lordes and knightes, 
 
 That marryed they might bee, 
 
 XXVI 
 
 They had not ridden scant a myle, 
 
 A myle forthe of the towne. 
 But in did come the Kyng of Spayne, 
 
 With kempes many one. 
 
 kempes] fighting-men. 
 
 171 
 
KING ESTMERE 
 
 XXVII 
 
 But in did come the Kyng of Spayne, 
 
 With manye a bold barone, 
 Tone day to marrye Kyng Adland's daughter, 
 
 Tother daye to carrye her home. 
 
 xxvni 
 Shee sent one after Kyng Estmere, 
 
 In all the spede might bee, 
 That he must either turne againe and fighte, 
 
 Or goe home and loose his ladye. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 One whyle then the page he went, 
 
 Another while he ranne ; 
 Till he had oretaken Kyng Estmere, 
 
 1-wis he never blanne. 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' Tydings, tydings, Kyng Estmere I ' — 
 ' What tydings nowe, my boye ? ' — 
 
 ' O tydinges I can tell to you. 
 That will you sore annoye. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' You had not ridden scant a mile, 
 
 A mile out of the towne, 
 But in did come the Kyng of Spayne, 
 
 With kempes many a one : 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' But in did come the Kyng of Spayne, 
 
 With manye a bold barone, 
 Tone daye to marrye Kyng Adland's daughter, 
 
 Tother daye to carry her home. 
 
 blanne] halted. 
 173 
 
KING ESTMERE 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' My ladye fayre she greetes you well, 
 
 And ever-more well by mee ; 
 You must either turne againe and fighte, 
 
 Or goe home and loose your ladye.' — 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 Sales, ' Reade me, reade me, deere brother, 
 
 My reade shall ryse at thee ; 
 Whether it is better to turne and fighte, 
 
 Or goe home and loose my ladye.' 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' Now hearken to me,' sayes Adler Yonge, 
 ' And your reade must rise at me ; 
 
 I quicklye will devise a waye 
 To sette thy ladye free. 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 ' My mother was a westerne woman. 
 
 And learned in gramarye, 
 And when I learned at the schole. 
 
 Something shee taught itt mee. 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' There growes an hearbe within this field, 
 
 And iff it were but knowne. 
 His color, which is whyte and redd, 
 
 It will make blacke and browne. 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 ' His color, which is browne and blacke, 
 
 Itt will make redd and whyte ; 
 That sworde is not in all Englande 
 
 Upon his coate will byte. 
 
 My reade shall ryse] my counsel shall arise, or spring, from thee. 
 
 173 
 
KING ESTMERE 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 ' And you shal be a harper, brother, 
 
 Out of the north countrye. 
 And He be your boy, soe faine of fighte, 
 
 And beare your harpe by your knee. 
 
 XL 
 
 ' And you shal be the best harper 
 
 That ever tooke harpe in hand, 
 And I wil be the best singer 
 
 That ever sung in this lande. 
 
 XLI 
 ' Itt shal be written in our forheads. 
 
 All and in grammarye, 
 That we towe are the boldest men 
 
 That are in all Christentye.' 
 
 XLII 
 
 And thus they renisht them to ryde, 
 
 Of tow good renisht steedes, 
 And when they came to Kyng Adland's halle, 
 
 Of redd gold shone their weedes. 
 
 XLIII 
 
 And whan they came to Kyng Adland's halle 
 
 Untill the fayre hall yate, 
 There they found a proud porter, 
 
 Rearing himselfe thereatt. 
 
 XLIV 
 
 Sayes, ' Christ thee save, thou proud porter,' 
 Sayes, ' Christ thee save and see I * — 
 
 ' Nowe you be welcome,' sayd the porter, 
 ' Of what land soever ye bee.' 
 
 yate] gate. 
 174 
 
KING ESTMERE 
 
 XLV 
 
 'Wee beene harpers,' sayd Adler Younge, 
 ' Come out of the northe countrye ; 
 
 Wee been^ come hither untill this place 
 This proud weddinge for to see.' — 
 
 XLVI 
 
 Sayd, ' And your color were white and redd, 
 
 As it is blacke and browne, 
 I wold saye Kyng Estmere and his brother 
 
 Were comen untill this towne.' 
 
 XLVII 
 
 Then they pulled out a ryng of gold, 
 
 Layd itt on the porter's arme : 
 ' And ever we will thee, proud porter, 
 
 Thow wilt saye us no harme.' 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 Sore he looked on Kyng Estmere, 
 
 And sore he handled the ryng. 
 Then opened to them the fayre hall yates, 
 
 He lett for no kind of thyng. 
 
 XLIX 
 
 Kyng Estmere he stabled his steede 
 
 Soe fayre att the hall-bord ; 
 The froth that came from his brydle bitte 
 
 Light in Kyng Bremor's beard. 
 
 L 
 Saies, ' Stable thy steed, thou proud harper,' 
 
 Sales, ' Stable him in the stalle ; 
 It doth not beseeme a proud harper 
 To stable his steed in a kyng's halle.'- 
 
 173 
 
KING ESTMERE 
 
 LI 
 
 ' My ladde he is so lither,' he said, 
 ' He will doe nought that 's meete ; 
 
 And is tliere any man in this hall 
 Were able him to beate ? ' 
 
 LII 
 
 'Thou speakst proud words, 'sayes the Ky ng of Spaine, 
 
 ' Thou harper, here to mee ; 
 There is a man within this halle 
 
 Will beate thy ladd and thee/ — 
 
 LIII 
 
 ' O let that man come downe,' he said, 
 
 ' A sight of him wold I see ; 
 And when hee hath beaten well my ladd, 
 
 Then he shall beate of mee.' 
 
 LIV 
 
 Downe then came the kemperye man, 
 
 And looked him in the eare ; 
 For all the gold that was under heaven, 
 
 He durst not neigh him neare. 
 
 LV 
 
 'And how nowe, kempe,' said the Kyngof Spaine, 
 
 ' And how, what aileth thee ? ' — 
 He saies, ' It is writt in his forhead, 
 
 All and in gramarye, 
 That for all the gold that is under heaven, 
 
 1 dare not neigh him nye.' 
 
 LVI 
 
 Then Kyng Estmere puH'd forth his harpe. 
 
 And play'd a pretty thinge ; 
 The ladye upstart from the borde, 
 
 And wold have gone from the king. 
 
 lither] naughty. neigh] come nigh, approach. 
 
 176 
 
KING ESTMERE 
 
 LVII 
 
 ' Stay thy harpe, thou proud harpir, 
 
 For God's love I pray thee ; 
 For and thou playes as thou beginns, 
 
 Thou 'It till my bryde from mee.' 
 
 LVIII 
 
 He stroake upon his harpe againe, 
 
 And play'd a pretty thinge ; 
 The ladye lough a loud laughter, 
 
 As shee sate by the king. 
 
 LIX 
 
 Saies, ' Sell me thy harpe, thoii proud harper, 
 
 And thy stringes all ; 
 For as many gold nobles thou shalt have, 
 
 As heere bee ringes in the hall.' 
 
 LX 
 
 ' What wold ye doe with my harpe,' he sayd, 
 
 ' If I did sell itt yee ? ' — 
 ' To playe my wifFe and me a fitt, 
 
 When abed together wee bee.' 
 
 LXI 
 
 ' Now sell me,' quoth hee, ' thy bryde soe gay. 
 
 As shee sitts by thy knee ; 
 And as many gold nobles I will give 
 
 As leaves been on a tree.' 
 
 LXII 
 
 ' And what wold ye doe with my bryde soe gay, 
 
 Iff I did sell her thee ? 
 More seemelye it is for her fayre bodye 
 
 To lye by mee then thee.' 
 
 till] entice. fitt] strain of music 
 
 177 
 
KING ESTMERE 
 
 LXIII 
 
 Hee played agayne both loud and shrille, 
 
 And Adier he did syng, 
 ' O ladye, this is thy owne true love, 
 
 Noe harper, but a kyng, 
 
 LXIV 
 
 ' O ladye, this is thy owne true love, 
 
 ^s playnlye thou mayest see, 
 And lie rid thee of that foule paynim 
 
 Who partes thy love and thee.' 
 
 LXV 
 
 The ladye looked, the ladye blushte. 
 
 And blushte and lookt agayne. 
 While Adler he hath drawne his brande, 
 
 And hath the Sowdan slayne. 
 
 LXVI 
 
 Up then rose the kemperye men, 
 
 And loud they gan to crye : 
 ' Ah ! traytors, yee have slayne our kyng, 
 
 And therefore yee shall dye.' 
 
 LXVII 
 
 Kyng Estmere threwe the harpe asyde, 
 
 And swith he drew his brand, 
 And Estmere he and Adler Yonge 
 
 Right stifFe in stour can stand. 
 
 LXVIII 
 
 And aye their swordes soe sore can byte, 
 
 Throughe help of gramarye, 
 That scone they have slayne the kempery men, 
 
 Or forst them forth to flee. 
 
 swith] swiftly. stour] press of fighting. 
 
 178 
 
KING ESTMERE 
 
 LXIX 
 
 Kyng Estmere tooke that fayre ladye, 
 And marryed her to his wifFe, 
 
 And brought her home to merry England, 
 With her to lead his life. 
 
 42. Fair Jennie 
 
 I 
 
 IT 'S narrow, narrow, mak your bed. 
 And learn to lie your lane ; 
 For I'm gaun owre the sea, Fair Annie, 
 
 A braw Bride to bring hame. 
 Wi' her I will get gowd and gear, 
 Wi' you I ne'er gat nane. 
 
 II 
 ' But wha will bake my bridal bread, 
 
 Or brew my bridal ale ? 
 And wha will become my bright Bride, 
 
 That I bring owre the dale ? ' — 
 
 III 
 ' It 's I will bake your bridal bread. 
 
 And brew your bridal ale ; 
 And I will welcome your bright Bride, 
 
 That you bring owre the dale.' — 
 
 IV 
 
 ' But she that welcomes my bright Bride 
 
 Maun gang like maiden fair ; 
 She maun lace on her robe sae jimp, 
 
 And comely braid her hair. 
 
 jimp] slender, trim. 
 
 '79 
 
FAIR ANNIE 
 
 V 
 
 ' Bind up, bind up your yellow hair. 
 
 And tie it on your neck ; 
 And see you look as maiden-like 
 
 As the day that first we met.' — 
 
 VI 
 
 ' O how can I gang maiden-like, 
 
 When maiden I am nane ? 
 Have I not borne six sons to thee, 
 
 And am wi' child again ? ' — 
 
 VII 
 
 ' I'll put cooks into my kitchen, 
 
 And stewards in my hall, 
 And I'll have bakers for my bread. 
 
 And brewers for my ale ; 
 But you're to welcome my bright Bride, 
 
 That I bring owre the dale.' 
 viri 
 Three months and a day were gane and past, 
 
 Fair Annie she gat word 
 That her love's ship was come at last, 
 
 Wi' his bright young Bride aboard. 
 
 IX 
 
 She 's ta'en her young son in her arms, 
 
 Anither in her hand ; 
 And she 's gane up to the highest tower. 
 
 Looks over sea and land. 
 
 X 
 
 ' Come doun, come doun, my mother dear, 
 
 Come afF the castle wa' ! 
 I fear if langer ye stand there, 
 
 Ye'll let yoursell doun fa'.' 
 
 i8o 
 
FAIR ANNIE 
 
 XI 
 
 She 's ta'en a cake o' the best bread, 
 
 A stoup o' the best wine, 
 And a' the keys upon her arm, 
 
 And to the yett is gane. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' O ye' re welcome hame, my ain gude lord, 
 To your castles and your towers ; 
 
 Ye're welcome hame, my ain gude lord, 
 To your ha's, but and your bowers. 
 
 And welcome to your hame, fair lady ! 
 For a that 's here is yours.' 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' O whatna lady 's that, my lord, 
 
 That welcomes you and me ? 
 Gin I be lang about this place, 
 
 Her friend I mean to be.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 Fair Annie served the lang tables 
 Wi' the white bread and the wine ; 
 
 But ay she drank the wan water 
 To keep her colour fine. 
 
 XV 
 
 And aye she served the lang tables 
 Wi' the white bread and the brown. 
 
 And aye she turn'd her round about, 
 Sae fast the tears fell doun. 
 
 XVI 
 
 She took a napkin lang and white, 
 
 And hung it on a pin ; 
 It was to wipe away the tears. 
 
 As shegaed out and in. 
 yett] gate. 
 
FAIR ANNIE 
 
 XVII 
 
 When bells were rung and mass was sung, 
 
 And a' men bound for bed, 
 The bridegroom and the bonny Bride 
 
 In ae chamber were laid. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 Fair Annie 's ta'en a harp in her hand, 
 
 To harp thir twa asleep ; 
 But ay, as she harpit and she sang, 
 
 Fu' sairly did she weep. 
 
 XIX 
 ' O gin my sons were seven rats, 
 
 Rinnin' on the castle wa', 
 And I mysell a great grey cat, 
 
 I soon wad worry them a' ! 
 
 XX 
 
 ' O gin my sons were seven hares, 
 
 Rinnin' owre yon lily lea, 
 And I mysell a good greyhound, 
 
 Soon worried they a' should be ! ' 
 
 XXI 
 
 Then out and spak the bonny young Bride, 
 
 In bride-bed where she lay : 
 ' That 's like my sister Annie,' she says ; 
 
 ' Wha is it doth sing and play ? 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' I'll put on my gown,' said the new-come Bride, 
 
 ' And my shoes upon my feet ; 
 I will see wha doth sae sadly sing. 
 
 And what is it gars her greet. 
 182 
 
FAIR ANNIE 
 
 XXIII 
 ' What ails you, what ails you, my housekeeper, 
 
 That ye mak sic a mane ? 
 Has ony wine-barrel cast its girds, 
 
 Or is a' your white bread gane ? '— 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' It isna because my wine is spilt, 
 
 Or that my white bread 's gane ; 
 But because I've lost my true love's love, 
 
 And he 's wed to anither ane.' — 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' Noo tell me wha was your father ? ' she says, 
 ' Noo tell me wha was your mither ? 
 
 And had ye ony sister ? ' she says, 
 ' And had ye ever a brither ? ' — 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' The Earl of Wemyss was my father, 
 The Countess of Wemyss my mither, 
 
 Young Elinor she was my sister dear. 
 And Lord John he was my brither.' — 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' If the Earl of Wemyss was your father, 
 
 I wot sae was he mine ; 
 And it 's O my sister Annie ! 
 
 Your love ye sallna tyne. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' Tak your husband, my sister dear ; 
 
 You ne'er were wrang'd for me, 
 Beyond a kiss o' his merry mouth 
 
 As we cam owre the sea. 
 
 tyne] lose. 
 
 183 
 
FAIR ANNIE 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' Seven ships, loaded weel, 
 Cam owre the sea wi' me ; 
 
 Ane o' them will talc me hame, 
 And six I'll gie to thee.' 
 
 4^. The Lass of Lochroyan 
 I 
 
 '/"^ WH A will shoe my bonny foot .' 
 V^ And wha will glove my hand ? 
 And wha will bind my middle jimp 
 Wi' a lang, lang linen band ? 
 
 II 
 ' O wha will kame my yellow hair, 
 
 With a haw bayberry kame ? 
 And wha will be my babe's father 
 
 Till Gregory come hame ? ' — 
 
 III 
 ' Thy father, he will shoe thy foot, 
 
 Thy brother will glove thy hand, 
 Thy mither will bind thy middle jimp 
 
 Wi' a lang, lang linen band. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' Thy sister will kame thy yellow hair, 
 
 Wi' a haw bayberry kame ; 
 The Almighty will be thy babe's father 
 
 Till Gregory come hame.'^ 
 
 jimp] slim. kame] comb. haw bayberry] ? a corruption 
 
 for ' braw ivory ' : or bayberry may =i laurel-wood. 
 184 
 
THE LASS OF LOCHROYAN 
 
 V 
 
 ' And wha will build a bonny ship, 
 
 And set it on the sea ? 
 For I will go to seek my love, 
 
 My ain love Gregory.' 
 
 VI 
 
 Up then spak her father dear, 
 
 A wafu' man was he ; 
 ' And I will build a bonny ship, 
 
 And set her on the sea. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' And I will build a bonny ship. 
 
 And set her on the sea. 
 And ye sal gae and seek your love, 
 
 Your ain love Gregory.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 Then he 's gart build a bonny ship, 
 
 And set it on the sea, 
 Wi' four-and-twenty mariners, 
 
 To bear her company. 
 
 IX 
 O he's gart build a bonny ship, 
 
 To sail on the salt sea; 
 The mast was o' the beaten gold, 
 
 The sails o' cramoisie. 
 
 X 
 
 The sides were o' the gude stout aik, 
 The deck o' mountain pine, 
 
 The anchor o' the silver shene, 
 The ropes o' silken twine. 
 
 cramoisie] crimson. 
 
 i8s 
 
THE LASS OF LOCHROYAN 
 
 XI 
 
 She hadna sail'd biit twenty leagues, 
 But twenty leagues and three, 
 
 When she met wi' a rank reiver. 
 And a' his companie. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Now are ye Queen of Heaven hie, 
 Come to pardon a' our sin ? 
 
 Or are ye Mary Magdalane, 
 Was horn at Bethlehem ? ' — 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' I'm no the Queen of Heaven hie, 
 Come to pardon ye your sin, 
 
 Nor am I Mary Magdalane, 
 Was born in Bethlehem. 
 
 XIV 
 
 'But I'm the lass of Lochroyan, 
 
 That 's sailing on the sea 
 To see if I can find my love, 
 
 My ain love Gregory.' — 
 
 XV 
 
 ' O see na ye yon bonny bower ? 
 
 It's a' covered owre wi' tin ? 
 When thou hast sail'd it round about, 
 
 Lord Gregory is within.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 And when she saw the stately tower, 
 Shining both clear and bright, 
 
 Whilk stood aboon the jawing wave. 
 Built on a rock of height. 
 
 reiver] robber. jawing] surging. 
 
 i86 
 
THE LASS OF LOCHROYAN 
 
 XVII 
 
 Says, ' Row the boat, my mariners, 
 
 And bring me to the land, 
 For yonder I see my love's castle. 
 
 Close by the salt sea strand.' 
 
 XVIII 
 
 She sail'd it round, and sail'd it round, 
 
 And loud and loud cried she, 
 ' Now break, now break your fairy charms. 
 
 And set my true-love free ! ' 
 
 XIX 
 
 She 's ta'en her young son in her arms, 
 
 And to the door she 's gane. 
 And long she knock'd, and sair she ca'd, 
 
 But answer got she nane. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' O open, open, Gregory ! 
 
 O open ! if ye be within ; 
 For here 's the lass of Lochroyan, 
 
 Come far fra kith and kin. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' O open the door. Lord Gregory ! 
 
 O open and let me in ! 
 The wind blows loud and cauld, Gregory, 
 
 The rain drops fra my chin. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' The shoe is frozen to my foot, 
 
 The glove unto my hand, 
 The wet drops fra my yellow hair, 
 
 Na langer dow I stand.' 
 
 dow] can. 
 
 t87 
 
 ,.i..»r>^t>^ 
 
THE LASS OF LOCHROYAN 
 
 XXIII 
 
 O up then spak his ill mither, 
 — An ill death may she die ! 
 
 ' Ye're no the lass of Lochroyan, 
 She 's far out-owre the sea. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 * Awa', awa', ye ill woman, 
 Ye're no come here for gude ; 
 
 Ye're but some witch or wil' warlock, 
 Or mermaid o' the flood.' — 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' I am neither witch nor wil' warlock, 
 
 Nor mermaid o' the sea. 
 But I am Annie of Lochroyan, 
 
 O open the door to nie ! ' — 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' Gin ye be Annie of Lochroyan, 
 
 As 1 trow thou binna she, 
 Now tell me of some love-tokens 
 
 That pass'd 'tween thee and me.' 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' O dinna ye mind, love Gregory, 
 
 As we sat at the wine, 
 We changed the rings frae our fingers ? 
 
 And I can shew thee thine. 
 
 XXVI 11 
 ' O yours was gude, and gude enough, 
 
 But ay the best was mine, 
 For yours was o' the gude red gowd. 
 
 But mine o' the diamond fine. 
 
 i8& 
 
THE LASS OF LOCHROYAN 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' Yours was o' the gude red gowd, 
 
 Mine o' the diamond fine ; 
 Mine was o' the purest troth, 
 
 But thine was false within.' — 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' If ye be the lass of Lochroyan, 
 
 As I kenna thou be, 
 Tell me some mair o' the love-tokens 
 
 Pass'd between thee and me.' — 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' And dinna ye mind, love Gregory ! 
 
 As we sat on the hill, 
 Thou twin'd me o' my maidenheid, 
 
 Right sair against my will ? 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' Now open the door, love Gregory ! 
 
 Open the door ! I pray ; 
 For thy young son is in my arms. 
 
 And will be dead ere day.' — 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' Ye lie, ye lie, ye ill woman. 
 
 So loud I hear ye lie ; 
 For Annie of the Lochroyan 
 
 Is far out-owre the sea.' 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 Fair Annie turn'd her round about : 
 
 ' Weel, sine that it be sae, 
 May ne'er woman that has borne a son 
 
 Hae a heart sae fu' o' wae ! 
 
 i8q 
 
THE LASS OF LOCHROYAN 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' Tak down, tak down that mast o' gowd, 
 
 Set up a mast of tree ; 
 It disna become a forsaken lady 
 
 To sail sae royallie.' 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 When the cock had crawn, and the day did dawn, 
 
 And the sun began to peep. 
 Up then raise Lord Gregory, 
 
 And sair, sair did he weep. 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' O I hae dream'd a dream, mither, 
 
 I wish it may bring good! 
 That the bonny lass of Lochroyan 
 
 At my bower window stood. 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 ' O I hae dream'd a dream, mither. 
 
 The thought o't gars me greet ! 
 That fair Annie of Lochroyan 
 
 Lay dead, at my bed-feet.' — 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 ' Gin it be for Annie of Lochroyan 
 
 That ye mak a' this mane, 
 She stood last night at your bower-door, 
 
 But I hae sent her hame.' — 
 
 XL 
 ' O wae betide ye, ill woman, 
 
 An ill death may ye die J 
 That wadna open the door yoursell 
 
 Nor yet wad waken me.' 
 
 IQO 
 
THE LASS OF LOCHROYAN 
 
 XLI 
 
 O he 's gane down to yOn sliore-side, 
 
 As fast as he could dree, 
 And there he saw fair Annie's bark 
 
 A rowing owre the sea. 
 
 XLII 
 
 ' O Annie, Annie,' loud he cried, 
 ' O Annie, O Annie, bide ! ' 
 
 But ay the mair he cried ' Annie,' 
 The braider grew the tide. 
 
 XLIII 
 
 ' O Annie, Annie, dear Annie, 
 
 Dear Annie, speak to me ! ' 
 But ay the louder he 'gan.call. 
 
 The louder roar'd the sea. 
 
 XLIV 
 
 The wind blew loud, the waves rose hie 
 And dash'd the boat on shore ; 
 
 Fair Annie's corpse was in the faem, 
 The babe rose never more. 
 
 XLV 
 
 Lord Gregory tore his gowden locks 
 
 And made a wafu' moan ; 
 Fair Annie's corpse lay at his feet, 
 
 His bonny son was gone. 
 
 XLVI 
 
 O cherry, cherry was her cheek. 
 
 And gowden was her hair, 
 And coral, coral was her lips, 
 
 Nane might with her compare ! 
 
 191 
 
THE LASS OF LOCHROYAN 
 
 XLVII 
 
 Then first he kiss'd her pale, pale cheek, 
 
 And syne he kiss'd her chin, 
 And syne he kiss'd her wane, wane lips, 
 
 There was na breath within. 
 
 Xl-VIII 
 
 ' O wae betide my ill mither, 
 
 An ill death may she die 1 
 She turn'd my true-love frae my door, 
 
 Who cam so far to me. 
 
 XLIX 
 
 ' O wae betide my ill mither. 
 
 An ill death may she die ! 
 She has no been the deid o' ane, 
 
 But she 's been tlie deid of three.' 
 
 L 
 Then he 's ta'en out a little dart, 
 
 Hung low down by his gore, 
 He thrust it througli and through his heart, 
 
 And words spak never more. 
 
 deid] death. gore] skirt, waist. 
 
44- Toung Bekie 
 
 I 
 
 YOUNG BEKIE was as brave a knight 
 As ever sail'd the sea ; 
 And he's doen him to the court of France, 
 To serve for meat and fee. 
 
 II 
 He had nae been i' the court of France 
 
 A twelvemonth nor sae long, 
 Til he fell in love with the king's daughter, 
 
 And was thrown in prison strong. 
 Ill 
 The king he had but ae daughter, 
 
 Burd Isbel was her name ; 
 And she has to the prison-house gane, 
 
 To hear the prisoner's mane. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' O gin a lady wou'd borrow me, 
 At her stirrup-foot I wou'd rin ; 
 
 Or gin a widow wou'd borrow me, 
 I wou'd swear to be her son. 
 
 V 
 
 ' Or gin a virgin wou'd borrow me, 
 
 I wou'd wed her wi' a ring ; 
 I'd gie her ha's, I'd gie her bowers. 
 
 The bonny towrs o' Linne.' 
 
 VI 
 
 O barefoot, barefoot gaed she but, 
 
 And barefoot came she ben ; 
 It was no for want o' hose and shoone. 
 
 Nor time to put them on ; 
 borrow] ransom. but] out. ben] in. 
 
 zsas H 193 
 
YOUNG BEKIE 
 
 vn 
 But a' for fear that her father dear 
 
 Had heard her making din : 
 She 's stown the keys o' the prison-house door 
 
 And latten the prisoner gang. 
 
 VIII 
 
 O whan she saw him, Young Bekie, 
 
 Her heart was wondrous sair ! 
 For the mice but and the bold rottons 
 
 Had eaten his yallow hair. 
 
 IX 
 
 She 's gi'en him a shaver for his beard, 
 
 A comber till his hair, 
 Five hunder pound in his pocket. 
 
 To spen' and nae to spair. 
 
 X 
 
 She 's gi'en him a steed was good in need, 
 
 An' a saddle o' royal bone, 
 A leash o' hounds o' ae litter, 
 
 And Hector called one. 
 
 XI 
 
 Atween this twa a vow was made, 
 
 'T was made full solemnly. 
 That or three years was come an' gane, 
 
 Well married they should be. 
 
 XII 
 
 He had nae been in 's ain country 
 
 A twelvemonth till an end. 
 Till he 's forc'd to marry a duke's daughter, 
 
 Or than lose a' his land. 
 
 rottons] rats. royal bone] ivory. Or than] Or else. 
 
 194 
 
YOUNG BEKIE 
 
 ' Ohon, alas ! ' says Young Bekie, 
 
 ' I know not what to dee ; 
 For I canno win to Burd Isbel, 
 
 An' she kensnae to come to me.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 O it fell once upon a day 
 
 Burd Isbel fell asleep, 
 And up it starts the Billy Blind, 
 
 And stood at her bed-feet. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' O waken, waken, Burd Isbel, 
 
 How can you sleep so soun', 
 Whan this is Bekie's wedding day. 
 
 An' the marriage gain on ? 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Ye do ye to your mither's bowr. 
 
 Think neither sin nor shame ; 
 An' ye tak twa o' your mither's marys. 
 
 To keep ye frae thinking lang. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' Ye dress yoursel' in the red scarlet. 
 
 An' your marys in dainty green, 
 An' ye pit girdles about your middles 
 
 Wou'd buy an earldome. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' O ye gang down b.y yon sea-side, 
 
 An' down by yon sea-stran' ; 
 Sae bonny will the Hollan's boats 
 
 Come rowin' till your han'. 
 
 Billy Blind] a friendly household fairy. See p. 80. marys] 
 maids. 
 
YOUNG BEKIE 
 
 XIX 
 
 'Ye set your milke-white foot abord, 
 
 Cry, Hail ye, Domine ! 
 An' I shal be the steerer o't. 
 
 To row you o'er the sea.' 
 
 XX 
 
 She 's tane her till her mither's bowr. 
 Thought neither sin nor shame, 
 
 And she took twa o' her mither's marys, 
 To keep her frae thinking lang. 
 
 XXI 
 
 She dress'd hersel' i' the red scarlet, 
 
 Her marys i' dainty green, 
 And they pat girdles about their middles 
 
 Wou'd buy an earldome. 
 
 XXII 
 
 And tliey gid down by yon sea-side, 
 And down by yon sea-stran' ; 
 
 Sae bonny did the Hollan's boats 
 Come rowin' to their ban'. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 She set her milke-white foot on board. 
 
 Cried, Hail ye, Domine ! 
 And the Billy Blind was the steerer o't. 
 
 To row her o'er the sea. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 Whan she came to young Bekie's gate, 
 
 She heard the music play ; 
 Sae well she kent frae a' she heard, 
 It was his wedding day. 
 196 
 
YOUNG BEKIE 
 
 XXV 
 
 She 's pitten her han' in her pocket, 
 Gi'en the porter guineas three ; 
 
 ' Hae, tak ye that, ye proud porter, 
 Bid the bride-groom speake to me.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 O whan that he cam up the stair. 
 He fell low down on his knee : 
 
 He hail'd the king, and he hail'd the queen, 
 And he hail'd him. Young Bekie. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' O I've been porter at your gates 
 
 This thirty years an' three; 
 But there's three ladies at them now, 
 
 Their like I never did see. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 'There's ane o' them dress'd in red scarlet, 
 
 An' twa in dainty green. 
 An' they hae girdles about their middles 
 
 Wou'd buy an earldome.' 
 
 XXIX 
 
 Then out it spake the bierly bride, 
 
 Was a' goud to the chin ; 
 ' Gin she be braw without,' she says, 
 
 ' We 's be as braw within.' 
 
 XXX 
 
 Then up it starts him, Young Bekie, 
 
 And the tears was in his e'e : 
 ' I'll lay my life it 's Burd Isbel, 
 
 Come o'er the sea to me.' 
 
 bierly] stately. 
 
 <97 
 
YOUNG BEKIE 
 
 XXXI 
 
 O quickly ran he down the stair, 
 And whan he saw 't was shee, 
 
 He kindly took her in his arms, 
 And kiss'd her tenderly. 
 
 xxxn 
 ' O hae ye forgotten. Young Bekie, 
 
 The vow ye made to me, 
 Whan I took you out o' the prison strong, 
 
 Whan ye was condemn'd to die ? 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' I gae you a steed was good in need, 
 
 An' a saddle o' royal bone, 
 A leash o' hounds o' ae litter. 
 
 An' Hector called one.' 
 
 xxxiv 
 It was well kent what the lady said', 
 
 That it wasnae a lee, 
 Foi; at ilka word the lady spake. 
 
 The hound fell at her knee. 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' Tak hame, tak hame your daughter dear, 
 
 A blessing gae her wi' ! 
 For I maun marry my Burd Isbel, 
 
 That's come o'er the sea to me.' 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 ' Is this the custom o' your house. 
 
 Or the fashion o' your Ian', 
 
 To marry a maid in a May mornin'. 
 
 An' to send her back at even ? ' 
 198 
 
4T- Toung Beichan 
 
 {^Another version of the foregoing) 
 
 I 
 
 IN London was Young Beichan born, 
 He long'd strange countries for to see ; 
 But he was ta'en by a savage Moor 
 Who handled him right cruellie. 
 II 
 For he view'd the fashions of that land, 
 
 Their way of worship viewM he ; 
 But to Mahound or Termagant 
 Would Beichan never bend a knee. 
 Ill 
 So thro' every shoulder they've bored a bore, 
 And thro' every bore they've putten a tree, 
 And they liave made him trail the wine 
 And spices on his fair bodie. 
 
 IV 
 
 They've casten him in a dungeon deep. 
 
 Where he could neither hear nor see ; 
 And fed him on nought but bread and water 
 
 Till he for hunger 's like to die. 
 v 
 This Moor he had but ae daughter. 
 
 Her name was called Susie Pye, 
 And every day as she took the air 
 
 She heard Young Beichan sadly crie : 
 
 VI 
 
 ' My hounds they all run masterless. 
 My hawks they flie from tree to tree, 
 
 My youngest brother will heir my lands ; 
 Fair England again I'll never see ! 
 
 "99 
 
YOUNG BEICHAN 
 
 VII 
 
 ' O were I free as I hae been, 
 
 And my ship swimming once more on sea, 
 I'd turn my face to fair England 
 
 And sail no more to a strange countrie ! ' 
 
 VIII 
 
 Young Beichan's song for thinking on 
 All night she never closed her e'e ; 
 
 She's stown the keys from her father's head 
 Wi' mickle gold and white monie. 
 
 IX 
 
 And she has open'd the prison doors : 
 
 I wot she open'd twa or three 
 Ere she could come Young Beichan at. 
 
 He was lock'd up so curiouslie. 
 
 X 
 
 ' O hae ye any lands or rents. 
 
 Or cities in your own countrie, 
 Cou'd free you out of prison strong 
 
 And cou'd maintain a lady free ? '— 
 
 XI 
 
 ' O London city is my own, 
 
 And other cities twa or three ; 
 I'll give them all to the lady fair 
 
 That out of prison will set me free.' 
 
 XII 
 
 O she has bribed her father's men 
 Wi' mickle gold and white monie, 
 
 She 's gotten the keys of the prison strong, 
 And she has set Young Beichan free. 
 
 stown] stolen. 
 
YOUNG BEICHAN 
 
 XIII 
 
 She 's fed him upon the good spice-cake, 
 The Spanish wine and the nialvoisie ; 
 
 She 's broken a ring from off her finger 
 And to Beichan half of it gave she, 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' Go set your foot on good shipboard, 
 
 And haste you back to your own countrie. 
 
 But before that seven years has an end, 
 Come back again, love, and marry me.' 
 
 XV 
 
 It was long or seven years had an end 
 She long'd full sore her love to see ; 
 
 So she 's set her foot on good ship-board 
 And turn'd her back on her own countrie. 
 
 XVI 
 
 She 's sailed east, she 's sailed west, 
 
 She 's sailed all across the sea, 
 And when she came to fair England 
 
 The bells were ringing merrilie. 
 
 XVII 
 ' O whose are a' yon flock o' sheep ? 
 
 And whose are a' yon flock o' kye ? 
 And whose are a' yon pretty castles, 
 
 That I so often do pass by ? ' 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' O they are a' Lord Beichan's sheep, 
 And they are a' Lord Beichan's kye. 
 
 And they are a' Lord Beichan's castles 
 That you so often do pass by. 
 
 kye] kins, cattle. 
 
 H 3 -201 
 
YOUNG BEICHAN 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' O there 's a wedding in yonder ha', 
 Has lasted thirty days and three ; 
 
 Lord Beichan will not bed wi' his bride 
 For love of one that 's 'yond the sea.' 
 
 XX 
 
 When she came to Young Beichan's gate 
 
 She tirl^d softly at the pin ; 
 So ready was the proud porter 
 
 To open and let this lady in. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Is this Young Beichan's gates ? ' she says, 
 ' Or is that noble lord within ? ' — 
 
 ' He 's up the stairs wi' his bonny bride. 
 For this is the day o' his weddin'.' — 
 
 XXII 
 
 'O has he taken a bonny bride, 
 And has he clean forgotten me ? ' 
 
 And sighing said that ladye gay, 
 
 ' I wish I were in my own countrie ! ' 
 
 XXIII 
 
 She 's putten her hand in her pocket 
 And gi'en the porter guineas three ; 
 
 Says, ' Take ye that, ye proud porter, 
 And bid the bridegroom speak with me.' 
 
 XXIV 
 
 And she has ta'en her gay gold ring, 
 That with her love she brake so free ; 
 
 Says, ' Gie him that, ye proud porter. 
 And bid the bridegroom speak with me.' 
 
 tilled] rattled. 
 
YOUNG BEICHAN 
 
 XXV 
 
 O when the porter came up the stair, 
 He 's kneeled low upon his knee : 
 
 ' Won up, won up, ye proud portSr, 
 And what makes a' this courtesie ? ' — 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' O I've been porter at your gates 
 I'm sure this thirty years and three, 
 
 But there is a lady stands thereat 
 The fairest I did ever see.' 
 
 XXVII 
 
 It' s out then spake the bride's mother, 
 — Aye, and an angry woman was she — 
 
 ' Ye might have excepted our bonny bride. 
 And twa or three of our companie.' 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' My dame, your daughter 's fair enough, 
 And aye the fairer mote she be ! 
 
 But the fairest time that ever she was. 
 She'll no compare wi' this ladye. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' For on every finger she has a ring. 
 And on the mid-finger she has three, 
 
 And as mickle gold she has on her brow 
 'Would buy an earldome o' land to me. 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' And this golden ring that 's broken in twa. 
 She sends the half o' this golden ring. 
 
 And bids you speak with a lady fair, 
 That out o' prison did you bring.' 
 
 won] win, get. 
 
 203 
 
YOUNG BEICHAN 
 
 XXXI 
 
 Then up and started Young Beichan 
 And svvare so loud by Our Ladye, 
 
 ' It can be none but Susie Pye, 
 
 That has come over the sea to me ! 
 
 XXXII 
 
 O quickly ran he down the stair, 
 Of fifteen steps he made but three ; 
 
 He 's ta'en his bonny love in his arms 
 And kiss'd and kiss'd her tenderlie. 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' O have ye ta'en another bride, 
 And have ye quite forsaken me ? 
 
 And have ye clean forgotten her 
 That gave you life and libertie ' ' 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 She 's looked over her left shoulder 
 To hide the tears stood in her e'e ; 
 
 ' Now fare-thee-well, Young Beichan,' she says- 
 ' I'lLstrive to think no more on thee.' 
 
 XXXV 
 
 'O never, never, Susie Pye, 
 
 For surely this can never be, 
 That ever I shall wed but her 
 
 That 's done and dreed so much for me ! ' 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 Then up bespake the bride's mother — 
 She never was heard to speak so free : 
 
 ' Ye'll not forsake my only daughter. 
 Though Susie Pye has cross'd the sea.' 
 
 dreed] suffered. 
 
 204 
 
YOUNG BEICHAN 
 
 XXXVII 
 ' Take home, take home your daughter, madam. 
 
 She 's never a bit the worse for me ; 
 For saving a kiss of her bonny lips 
 
 Of your daughter's body I am free.' 
 
 XXXVIII 
 He 's ta'en her by the milk-white hand 
 
 And led her to yon fountain-stone ; 
 He 's changed her name from Susie Pye 
 
 And call'd her his bonny love Lady Joan. 
 
 4<f. Childe Waters 
 
 CHILDE WATERS in his stable stood 
 Stroking his milk-white steed : 
 To him came a fair young lady 
 As ever wore woman's weed. 
 
 Says, ' Christ you save, Childe Waters ! ' 
 Says, ' Christ you save and see ! 
 
 My girdle of gold, which was too long. 
 Is now too short for me. 
 
 Ill 
 ' And all is with one child of yours 
 
 I feel stir at my side : 
 My gown of green, it is too strait ; 
 
 Before it was too wide.' — 
 
 fountain-stone] font. 
 
 aos 
 
CHILDE WATERS 
 
 IV 
 
 ' If the child be mine, Burd Ellen,' he said, 
 ' Be mine as you do swear, * 
 
 Take you Cheshire and Lancashire both. 
 And make that child your heir.' 
 
 V 
 She says, ' I would rather have one kiss, 
 
 Childe Waters, of thy mouth 
 Than I would have Cheshire and Lancashire both, 
 
 That lies by north and south.' — 
 
 « 
 ' To-morrow, Ellen, I must ride 
 
 Far into the north countrye.'— 
 ' Then I will run low by your side : 
 
 Your foot-page let me be ! ' — 
 
 VII 
 
 ' If you will be my foot-page, Ellen, 
 
 As you do tell it me. 
 Then you must cut your gown of green 
 
 An inch above your knee.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 Childe Waters leapt on his milk-white steed, 
 
 And fast away did ride : 
 Burd Ellen has kilted her gay clothing. 
 
 And ran low by his side. 
 
 IX 
 
 All this long day Childe Waters rode. 
 
 She barefoot by his side ; 
 Yet was he never so courteous a knight 
 
 As to say, ' Burd Ellen, ride.' 
 306 
 
CHILDE WATERS 
 
 X 
 
 He has ridden, and she has run, 
 And barefoot through the broom ; 
 
 Yet was he never so courteous a knight 
 As to say, ' Put on your shoon.' 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Ride softly,' she said, ' Childe Waters ! 
 
 wliy do you ride so fast ? 
 
 The child which is no man's but yours 
 My body it will brast.' 
 
 XII 
 
 He has ridden on high horseback, 
 
 And she 's run low beside. 
 Until they came to a wan water — 
 
 1 think men call it Clyde. 
 
 XIII 
 
 Says, ' See'st yon water, Ellen, 
 
 That flows from bank to brim ? ' — 
 
 ' I trust to God, Childe Waters 
 You will never see me swim.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 The firsten step Burd Ellen stept. 
 The water came to her knee ; 
 
 ' Ochon, alas ! ' said Burd Ellen, 
 ' This water 's o'er deep for me ! ' 
 
 XV 
 
 The neisten step Burd Ellen stept. 
 The water came to her middle; 
 
 And sighing said Burd Ellen, 
 ' I've wetted my golden girdle ! ' 
 
CHILDE WATERS 
 
 XVI 
 
 The thirden step Burd Ellen slept, 
 The water came to her pap ; 
 
 And the bairn that was in her two sides 
 For cold began to quake. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' Lie still, lie still, my own dear babe ! 
 
 Ye work your mother woe ; 
 Your father that rides on high horseback 
 
 Cares little for us two.' 
 
 XVIII 
 
 About the midst of Clyde-water 
 There was a yeard-fast stone : 
 
 He lightly turn'd his horse about 
 And took Burd Ellen on. 
 
 XIX 
 
 When she over the water won. 
 She then came to his knee : 
 
 Says, ' How far is it to your lodgin' 
 Where we this night may be ? ' — 
 
 XX 
 
 ' Seest thou not yon castle, Ellen ? 
 
 Of red gold shines the gate : 
 There is twenty-and-four fair ladies 
 
 And one my worldly mate. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Seest thou not yon castle, Ellen ? 
 
 Of red gold shines the tower : 
 There is twenty-and-four fair ladies. 
 
 And one my paramour. 
 
 yeard-fast] fast in earth. 
 208 
 
CHILDE WATERS 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' Seest thou not yon castle, Ellen, 
 
 That shines so fair to see ? 
 There 's a lady in it, Ellen, 
 
 Will sunder you and me.' — 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' 1 do see the castle, Childe Waters : 
 
 Of red gold shines the gate. 
 God give you good then of yourself, 
 
 And of your worldly mate ! 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' 1 wish no ill to your lady ; 
 
 She ne'er wish'd none to me ; 
 But I wish the maid most of your love 
 
 Dries this and more for thee. 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' I wish no ill to your lady ; 
 
 She ne'er comes in my thought ; 
 But I wish the maid most of your love 
 
 That dearest has you bought.' — 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' But my hounds shall eat of the bread of wheat. 
 
 And you of the bread of bran ; 
 And you shall curse the lieavy hour 
 
 That ever your love began. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' But my horse shall drink of the good red wine, 
 
 And you of the water wan ; 
 And you will sigh and say " Alas, 
 
 That ever I loved a man ! " ' — 
 
 Dries] endures. 
 
CHILDE WATERS 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' O, I will drink of the wan water, 
 And eat of the bread of bran ; 
 
 And aye will I bless the happy hour 
 That ever I loved a man.' 
 
 XXIX 
 
 O four-and-twenty gay ladies 
 
 Were playing at the ball, 
 But Ellen, the fairest lady, 
 
 Must bring his steed to stall. 
 
 XXX 
 
 And four-and-twenty gay ladies 
 
 Were playing at the chess. 
 But Ellen, the fairest lady, 
 
 Must bring his horse to grass. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 When bells were rung, and mass was sung, 
 
 And a' men bound to meat, 
 Burd Ellen was at the bye-table 
 
 Among the foot-men set. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' O eat and drink, my bonny boy. 
 The white bread and the beer.' — 
 
 ' The never a bit can I eat or drink, 
 My heart 's so full of fear.' — 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' O eat and drink, my bonny boy. 
 The white bread and the wine.'— 
 
 ' O I cannot eat nor drink, master, 
 My heart 's so full of pine.' 
 
 pine] pain. 
 
CHILDE WATERS 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 But out and spake Childe Waters' mother, 
 
 And a skilly dame was she : 
 ' Where met ye with that little foot-page 
 
 That looks so sad on thee ? 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' Sometimes his cheek is rosy red, 
 
 And sometimes deadly wan ; 
 He 's liker a woman big with bairn 
 
 Than a young lord's serving-man.' 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 And then bespake Childe Waters' sister, 
 And these were the words said she : 
 
 ' You have the prettiest foot-page, brother, 
 Let him go into chamber with me.' — 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' It is more meet for a little foot-page, 
 That has run through moss and mire, 
 
 To take his supper upon his knee, 
 And sit by the kitchen fire, 
 
 Than to go into chamber with any lady 
 That wears so rich attire. 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 ' Rise up, rise up, my bonny boy ; 
 
 Give my horse corn and hay.' — 
 ' O that I will, my master dear, 
 
 As quickly as I may.' 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 She 's ta'en the hay under her arm. 
 
 The corn into her hand, 
 And she 's gone to the great stable 
 
 As fast as e'er she can. 
 
 skilly] wise, kaowledgeable. 
 
CHILDE WATERS 
 
 XL 
 
 ' O room ye round, my bonny brown steeds ! 
 
 room ye near the wall ! 
 
 For this pain that strikes me through my sides 
 Full soon will gar me fall.' 
 
 XLI 
 
 She's lean'd her back against the wall, 
 
 Strong travail seized her on ; 
 And even among the great horse' feet 
 
 Burd Ellen brought forth her son. 
 
 XLII 
 
 And that beheard Childe Waters' mother, 
 
 Sat in her bower alone. 
 ' Rise up, rise up, Childe Waters,' she said, 
 
 ' Seek neither hose nor shoon ! ' 
 
 XLIII 
 
 She said, ' Rise up, thou Childe Waters, 
 
 1 think thou 'rt a cursM man ; 
 For yonder 's a ghost in thy stable 
 
 That grievously doth groan. 
 Or else some woman labours of child, 
 
 She is so woe-begone.' 
 xnv 
 But up then rose Childe Waters, 
 
 Stay'd neither for hose nor shoon, 
 And he 's doen him to the stable-door 
 
 Wi' the clear light of the moon. 
 
 XLV 
 
 And when he came to the stable-door. 
 
 Full still there he did stand. 
 That he might hear Burd Ellen, 
 
 How she made her monand. 
 monand] moaning. 
 
 313 
 
CHILDE WATERS 
 
 XLVI 
 
 She said, ' LuUabye, my own dear child ! 
 
 Ldllabye, dear child dear! 
 I would thy father were a king, 
 
 Thy mother laid on a bier ! ' — 
 
 XLVII 
 
 ' O open the door, Burd Ellen ! 
 
 O open ^nd let me in ! 
 I want to see if my steed be fed, 
 
 Or my greyhounds fit to rin.' — 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 ' How can I open, how shall I open, 
 
 How can I open to thee. 
 When lying amang your great steeds' feet, 
 
 Your young son on ray knee ? ' 
 
 XLIX 
 
 He strack the door hard wi' his foot, 
 
 And push'd it wi' his knee ; 
 And iron locks and iron bars 
 
 Into the floor flung he. 
 ' Be not afraid, Burd Ellen,' he says, 
 
 ' There 's none comes in but me.' 
 
 L 
 
 ' An asking, an asking, Childe Waters, 
 
 An asking I beg of thee : 
 May the meanest maid about your house 
 
 Bring a glass o' water to me ! ' 
 
 LI 
 
 Up he has ta'en his bonny young son, 
 
 Gar'd wash him wi' the milk ; 
 And up he has taken his fair lady, 
 Gar'd row her in the silk, 
 row] wrap. 
 
 213 
 
CHILDE WATERS 
 
 LII 
 
 ' Peace now,' he said, ' Burd Ellen, 
 And be of good cheer, I pray ; 
 
 Your bridal and your churching both 
 Shall be upon one day.' 
 
 47. Childe Maurice 
 
 I 
 
 CHILDE MAURICE hunted tiie Silver Wood, 
 He whistled and he sang : 
 ' 1 think I see the woman yonder 
 That I have loved lang.' 
 
 II 
 He called to his little man John, 
 
 ' You don't see what I see ; 
 For yonder I see the very first woman 
 
 That ever loved me.' 
 
 He says, ' Come hither, my little man John, 
 
 That I pay meat and fee. 
 For thou shalt go to John Steward's wife 
 
 And greet her well from me ; 
 
 IV 
 
 ' And as it falls as many times 
 
 As knots be knit in a kell, 
 Or merchantmen go to leeve London 
 
 To buy ware or to sell ; 
 
 kell] hair-net, i. e. give her as many greetings as there .ire 
 meshes in a net. leeve] lovely. 
 
 2U 
 
CHILDE MAURICE 
 
 V 
 
 ' And as it falls as many times 
 
 As any heart can think, 
 Or school-masters are in any school 
 
 Writing with pen and ink. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Here is a glove, a glove,' he says, 
 
 ' Lined wi' the silver-gris ; 
 Bid her to come to Silver Wood 
 
 To speak with Childe Maurice. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' And here is a ring, a ring,' he says, 
 
 ' A ring of the precious stone : 
 He prays her come to Silver Wood 
 
 And ask the leave of none.' — 
 vm 
 ' Well do I love your errand, master, 
 
 But better I love my life. 
 Would ye have me go to John Steward's castle, 
 
 To tryst away his wife ? ' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Do not I give you meat r ' he says, 
 
 ' Do not I give you fee ? 
 How daur you stop my errand 
 
 When that I bid you flee ? ' 
 
 X 
 
 This little man John one while he yode, 
 
 Another while he ran ; 
 Until he came to John Steward's castle 
 
 I wis he never blan. 
 
 silver-gris] a fur of silver-grey. yode] walked. blan] 
 
 stopped, stayed. 
 
CHILDE MAURICE 
 
 XI 
 
 He ask'd no porter's leave, but ran 
 
 Up hall and bower free, 
 And when he came to John Steward's wife, 
 
 Says, ' God you save and see ! 
 
 XII 
 
 ' 1 come, I am come from Childe Maurice — 
 
 A message unto thee ! 
 And Childe Maurice he greets you well, 
 
 And ever so well from me, 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' And as it falls as oftentimes 
 
 As knots be knit in a kell, 
 Or merchantmen go to leeve London 
 
 To buy ware or to sell ; 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' And as oftentimes he greets you well 
 
 As any heart can think, 
 Or schoolmasters are in any school 
 
 Writing with pen and ink. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Here is a glove, a glove,' he says, 
 
 ' Lined wi' the silver-gris ; 
 Ye' re bidden to come to Silver Wood 
 
 To speak with Childe Maurice. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' And here is a ring, a ring of gold, 
 
 Set wi' the precious stone : 
 He prays you to come to Silver Wood 
 
 And ask the leave of none.' — 
 
 2l6 
 
CHILDE MAURICE 
 
 XVII 
 ' Now peace, now peace, thou little man John, 
 
 For Christ's sake I pray thee ! 
 For gif my lord heard one o' thy words 
 
 Thou must be hanged hie ! ' 
 
 XVIII 
 
 aye she stamped with her foot 
 And winked with her e'e ; 
 
 But for all that she could say or do 
 Forbidden he would not be. 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' It 's surely to my Bower-woman, 
 
 It cannot be to me ! ' — 
 ' Nay, I brought it to John Steward's lady, 
 
 And I trow that thou art she.' 
 
 XX 
 
 Out then spake the wily nurse, 
 
 Wi' the bairn just on her knee : 
 ' If this be come from Childe Maurice 
 
 It 's dear welcome to me.' — 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Thou liest, thou liest, thou wily nurse, 
 So loud as I hear thee lie ! 
 
 1 brought it to John Steward's lady. 
 
 And I trow thou be not she.' 
 
 XXII 
 
 Then up and rose him John Steward, 
 
 And an angry man was he : 
 ' Did I think there was a lord in the world 
 
 My lady loved but me ! ' 
 
CHILDE MAURICE 
 
 XXIII 
 
 He struck the table wi' his foot, 
 
 And kepp'd it with his knee, 
 Till silver cup and ezar dish 
 
 In flinders they did flee. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 He call'd unto his horse-keeper, 
 ' Make ready you my steed ! ' 
 
 So did he to his chamberlain, 
 ' Go fetch my lady's weed ! ' 
 
 XXV 
 
 O he dress'd himself in the holland smock, 
 
 [The mantle and the snood]. 
 And he cast a lease upon his back. 
 
 And he rode to Silver Wood. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 And when he came to Silver Wood, 
 
 No body saw he there 
 But Childe Maurice upon a block 
 
 Combing his yellow hair. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 Childe Maurice sat in Silver Wood, 
 He whistled and he sang : 
 I think I see the woman come 
 That I have loved lang.' 
 
 XXVIIX 
 
 But then stood up him Childe Maurice 
 His mother to help from horse : 
 
 ' O alas, alas ! ' says Childe Maurice, 
 ' My mother was ne'er so gross ! ' 
 
 kepp'd] caught. ezar] 'i for ' mazer," maple. weed] cloth- 
 ing, lease] leash, thong. 
 
CHILDE MAURICE 
 
 XXIX 
 
 'No wonder, no wonder,' John Steward he" said, 
 
 ' My lady loved thee well. 
 For the fairest part of my body 
 
 Is blacker than thy heel.' 
 
 XXX 
 
 John Steward had a little brown sword 
 That hung low down by his knee ; 
 
 He has cut the head off Childe Maurice 
 And the body put on a tree. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 And he prick'd the head on his sword's point, 
 
 Went singing there beside, 
 And he rode till he came to the castle 
 
 Whereas his lady ly'ed. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 And when he came to his lady — 
 
 Look'd o'er the castle-wall — 
 He threw the head into her lap, 
 
 Saying ' Lady, tak' the ball ! ' 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 Says, ' Dost thou know Childe Maurice' head, 
 
 If that thou dost it see ? 
 And lap it soft, and kiss it oft. 
 
 For thou loved'st him better than me.' 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 But when she look'd on Childe Maurice' head 
 She ne'er spake words but three : 
 
 ' I never bare no child but one. 
 And you have slain him, trulye.' 
 
 ly'ed] lived. tak'] take, catch. 
 
CHILDE MAURICE 
 
 XXXV 
 
 And she has taken the bloody head 
 And kiss'd it, cheek and chin : 
 
 ' I was once as full o' Childe Maurice 
 As the hip is o' the stane. 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 ' I got him in my mother's bower 
 
 Wi' mickle sin and shame ; 
 I brought him up in the good greenwood 
 
 Under the shower and rain.' 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 And she has taken her Childe Maurice 
 And kiss'd him, mouth and chin : 
 
 ' O better I love my Childe Maurice 
 Than all my royal kin ! ' 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 * Woe be to thee ! ' John Steward he said, 
 And a woe, woe man was he ; 
 
 ' For if you had told me he was your son 
 He had never been slain by me.' 
 
 Says, ' Wicked be my merry men all, 
 I gave meat, drink and cloth ! 
 
 But could they not have holden me 
 When I was in all that wrath ? ' 
 
Brown ^dam 
 
 I 
 
 OWHA would wish the wind to blau 
 Or the green leaves fa' therewith .' 
 Or wha would wish a lealer love 
 Than Brown Adam the. Smith ? 
 II 
 But they hae banish'd Brown Adam, 
 
 Frae father and frae mither ; 
 And they hae banish'd Brown Adam, 
 Frae sister and frae brither. 
 Ill 
 And they hae banish'd Brown Adam 
 
 Frae the flow'r o' a' his kin ; 
 And he's biggit a bow'r i' the good green-wood 
 Between his ladye and him. 
 
 IV 
 
 O it fell once upon a day 
 
 Brown Adam he thought long, 
 And he is to the green-wood 
 
 As fast as he could gang. 
 
 V 
 
 He has ta'en his bow his arm over, 
 
 His sword intill his han', 
 And he is to the good green-wood 
 
 To hunt some venison. 
 
 VI 
 
 O he 's shot up, and he 's shot down 
 
 The bunting on the breer ; 
 And he 's sent it hame to his ladye. 
 
 Bade her be of good cheer. 
 
 biggit] built. breer] briar. 
 
BROWN ADAM 
 
 VII 
 
 O he 's shot up, and he 's shot down, 
 
 The linnet on the thorn, 
 And sent it hame to his ladye, 
 
 Said he'd be hame the morn. 
 
 VIII 
 
 When lie cam' till his lady's bow'r-door 
 
 He stood a little forbye, 
 And there he heard a fu' fause knight - 
 
 Tempting his gay ladye. 
 
 IX 
 
 he 's ta'en out a gay gold ring 
 Had cost him mony a poun' ; 
 
 ' O grant me love for love, ladye. 
 And this sail be your own.' — 
 
 X 
 
 ' I lo'e Brown Adam well,' she says, 
 ' I wot sae does he me ; 
 
 1 wadna gie Brown Adam's love 
 
 For nae fause knight I see.' 
 
 XI 
 
 Out he has ta'en a purse of gold 
 
 Was a' fu' to the string ; 
 ' O grant me love for love, ladye. 
 
 And a' this sail be thine.' — 
 
 XII 
 
 ' I lo'e Brown Adam well,' she says, . 
 
 An' I ken sae does he me ; 
 An' I wadna be your light leman 
 
 For mair nor ye could gie.' 
 
BROWN ADAM 
 
 XIII 
 
 Then out he drew his lang, lang bran', 
 And he 's flash'd it in her e'en : 
 
 ' Now grant me love for love, lady, 
 Or thro' you this sail gang.' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' O,' sighing said that gay ladye, 
 ' Brown Adam tarries lang ! ' — 
 
 Then up and starts him Brown Adam, 
 Says, ' I'm just to your hand.' 
 
 XV 
 
 He 's gar'd him leave his bow, his bow, 
 He 's gar'd him leave his brand ; 
 
 He 's gar'd him leave a better pledge — 
 Four fingers o' his right hand. 
 
 4p. Jellon Grame 
 
 O JELLON GRAME sat in Silverwood, 
 He sharp'd his broadsword lang ; 
 And lie has call'd his little foot-page 
 An errand for to gang. 
 II 
 ' Win up, my bonny boy,' he says, 
 
 ' As quickly as ye may ; 
 For ye maun gang for Lillie Flower 
 Before the break of day.' — 
 III 
 The boy has buckled his belt about, 
 And through the green-wood ran ; 
 And he came to the ladye's bower 
 Before the day did dawn. 
 
 223 
 
JELLON GRAME 
 
 IV 
 
 ' O sleep ye, wake ye, Lillie Flower ? 
 
 The red sun's on the rain ; 
 Ye're bidden come to Silverwood, 
 
 But I doubt ye'll never win hame.' 
 
 V 
 
 She hadna ridden a mile, a mile, 
 
 A mile but barely three, 
 Ere she came to a new-made grave 
 
 Beneath a green aik tree. 
 
 VI 
 
 O then up started Jellon Grame 
 
 Out of a bush thereby ; 
 ' Light down, light down, now, Lillie Flower, 
 
 For it 's here that ye maun lye.' 
 
 VII 
 
 She lighted aff her milk-white steed. 
 
 And kneel'd upon her knee ; 
 ' O mercy, mercy, Jellon Grame, 
 
 For I'm no prepared to die ! 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Your bairn, that stirs between my sides, 
 
 Maun shortly see the light ; 
 But to see it weltering in my blood 
 
 Would be a piteous sight.' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O should I spare your life,' he says, 
 
 ' Until that bairn were born. 
 Full weel I ken your auld father 
 
 Would hang me on the morn.' — 
 
 224 
 
JELLON GRAME 
 
 ' O spare my life now, Jellon Grame ! 
 
 My father ye needna dread ! 
 I'll keep my babe in gude green-wood, 
 
 Or wi' it I'll beg my bread.' — 
 
 XI 
 
 He took nae pity on Lillie Flower, 
 Though she for life did pray ; 
 
 But pierced her through the fair body 
 As at his feet she lay. 
 
 XII 
 
 He felt nae pity for Lillie Flower, 
 Where she was lying dead ; 
 
 But he felt some for the bonny bairn 
 That lay weltering in her bluid. 
 
 XIII 
 
 Up has he ta'en that bonny boy. 
 
 Given him to nurses nine ; 
 Three to sleep, and three to wake, 
 
 And three to go between. 
 
 XIV 
 
 And he bred up that bonny boy, 
 Caird him his sister's son ; 
 
 And he thought nae eye could ever see 
 The deed that had been done. 
 
 O so it fell upon a day. 
 
 When hunting they might be, 
 
 They rested them in Silverwood, 
 Beneath that green aik tree, 
 
 1 225 ' 
 
JELLON GRAME 
 
 XVI 
 
 And many were the green-wood flowers 
 
 Upon that grave that grew, 
 And marvell'd much that bonny boy 
 
 To see their lovely hue. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' What 's paler than the primrose wan ? 
 
 What 's redder than the rose ? 
 What 's fairer than the lilye flower 
 
 On this wee know that grows ? ' — 
 
 XVIII 
 
 O out and answer'd Jellon Grame, 
 
 And he spak hastilie : 
 ' Your mother was a fairer flower, 
 
 And lies beneath this tree. 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' More pale she was, when she sought my grace, 
 
 Than primrose pale and wan ; 
 And redder than rose her luddy heart's blood, 
 
 That down my broadsword ran.' — 
 
 XX 
 
 Wi' that the boy has bent his bow, 
 
 It was baith stout and Jang ; 
 And thro' and thro' him, Jellon Grame, 
 
 He gar'd an arrow gang. 
 
 XXI 
 
 Says, — ' Lie ye there, now, Jellon Grame ! 
 
 My malisoun gang you wi' ! 
 The place that my mother lies buried in 
 
 Is far too good for thee.' 
 
 wee know] little Iiillock. 
 
 336 
 
fo. Little TSdusgrave and Lady Barnard 
 
 tvonu for day! 
 
 And, dear, gin it were day ! 
 Gin it luere day, and I ivere aiuay — 
 
 For 1 ha na lang time to stay. 
 
 I 
 AS it fell on one holy-day, 
 iT^As many be in the year, 
 When young men and maids together did go 
 Their matins and mass to hear, 
 
 II 
 Little Musgrave came to the church-door — 
 
 The priest was at private mass — 
 But he had more mind of the fair women 
 
 Than he had of Our Lady's grace. 
 
 Ill 
 The one of them was clad in green, 
 
 Another was clad in pall, 
 And then came in my Lord Barnard's wife. 
 
 The fairest amongst them all. 
 
 IV 
 
 She cast an eye on Little Musgrave 
 
 As bright as the summer sun ; 
 And then bethought him Little Musgrave, 
 
 ' This lady's heart have I won.' 
 
 V 
 Quoth she, ' I have loved thee. Little Musgrave, 
 
 Full long and many a day.' — 
 ' So have I loved you, fair ladye. 
 
 Yet never word durst I say.' — 
 
 pall] fine cloth. 
 
 "7 
 
LITTLE MUSGRAVE AND LADY BARNAR 
 
 ' But I have a bower at Bucklesfordberry, 
 
 Full daintily it is dight ; 
 If thou'It wend thither, thou Little Musgrave, 
 
 Thou's lig in my arms all night.' 
 
 VII 
 
 Quoth he, ' I thank thee, fair ladye, 
 This kindness thou showest to me ; 
 
 And whether it be to my weal or woe 
 This night I will lodge with thee.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 With that beheard a little tiny page. 
 
 By his lady's coach as he ran. 
 Says, 'Although I am my lady's foot-page, 
 
 Yet I am Lord Barnard's man.' 
 
 IX 
 
 Then he's cast off" his hose and shoon. 
 
 Set down his feet and ran, 
 And where the bridges were broken down 
 
 He bent his bow and swam. 
 
 X 
 
 'Awake ! awake ! thou Lord Barnard, 
 
 As thou art a man of life ! 
 Little Musgrave is at Bucklesfordbeny 
 
 Along with thy own wedded wife.' — 
 
 XI 
 
 ' If this be true, thou little tiny page, 
 
 This thing thou tellest to me. 
 Then all the land in Bucklesfordberry 
 
 I fieely will give to thee. 
 
 lig] lie. 
 
LITTLE MUSGRAVE AND LADY BARNARD 
 
 XII 
 
 ' But if it be a lie, thou little tiny page, 
 
 This thing thou tellest to me, 
 On the highest tree in Bucklesfordberry 
 
 Then hanged shalt thou be.' 
 
 XIII 
 
 He called up his merry men all : 
 
 'Come saddle me my steed; 
 This night must I to Bucklesfordberry, 
 
 For I never had greater need.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 But some they whistled, and some they sung. 
 
 And some they thus could say, 
 Whenever Lord Barnard's horn it blew : 
 
 'Aivay^ Musgrave, away ! . . . 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Methinks I hear the threstle cock, 
 
 Methinks I hear the jay ; 
 Methinks I hear Lord Barnard's horn, 
 
 Atvay, Musgrave, atxiay ! — 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Lie still, lie still, thou little Musgrave, 
 
 And huggle me from the cold ; 
 'Tis nothing but a shepherd's boy 
 
 A-driving his sheep to the fold.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 By this, Lord Barnard came to his door 
 
 And lighted a stone upon ; 
 And he 's puU'd out three silver keys. 
 
 And open'd the doors each one. 
 
 2J9 
 
LITTLE MUSGRAVE AND LADY BARNAR 
 
 XVIII 
 
 He lifted up the coverlet, 
 
 He lifted up the sheet : 
 ' Dost thou like my bed, Little Musgrave ? 
 
 Dost thou find my lady sweet ? ' — 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' I find her sweet,' quoth Little Musgrave, 
 
 ' The more 'tis to my ])ain ; 
 I would gladly give three hundred pounds 
 
 That I were on yonder plain.' — 
 
 XX 
 
 'Arise, arise, thou Little Musgrave, 
 
 And put thy clotjies on ; 
 It shall ne'er be said in my country 
 
 I have kill'd a naked man. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' I have two swords in one scabbard, 
 
 They are both sharp and clear ; 
 Take you the best, and I the worst, 
 
 We'll end the matter here.' 
 
 The first stroke Little Musgrave struck. 
 
 He hurt Lord Barnard sore ; 
 The next stroke that Loid Barnard struck, 
 
 Little Musgrave ne'er struck more. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 With that bespake this fair lady, 
 
 In bed where as she lay : 
 ' Although thou'rt dead, thou Little Musgrave, 
 
 Yet I for thee will pray. 
 230 
 
LITTLE MUSGRAVE AND LADY BARNARD 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' And wish well to thy soul will I 
 
 So long as I have life ; 
 So will I not for thee, Barnard, 
 
 Although I'm thy wedded wife.' 
 
 He cut her paps from off her breast ; 
 
 Great pity it was to see 
 That some drops of this lady's heart's blood 
 
 Ran trickling down her knee. 
 
 ' Woe worth you, woe worth, my merry men all. 
 You were ne'er born for my good ! 
 
 Why did you not offer to stay my hand 
 When you saw me wax so wood ? 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' For I have slain the fairest lady 
 
 That ever wore woman's weed, 
 Soe I have slain the fairest lady 
 
 That ever did woman's deed. 
 
 ' A grave, a grave,' Lord Barnard cried, 
 
 ' To put these lovers in ! 
 But lay my lady on the upper hand, 
 
 For she comes of the nobler kin. 
 
 wood] mad, fierce. 
 
XI. Lord Ingram and Childe Fyet 
 
 I 
 
 ERD INGRAM and Childe Vyet 
 Were both born in one hall; 
 Laid both their hearts on one lady ; 
 The worse did them befall. 
 
 Lord Ingram woo'd Lady Maisry 
 
 From father and from mother; 
 Lord Ingram woo'd Lady Maisry 
 
 From sister and fi-om brother; 
 III 
 Lord Ingram woo'd Lady Maisry 
 
 With leave of all her kin ; 
 And every one gave full consent, 
 
 But she said ' no ' to \\\m. 
 
 IV 
 
 Now it fell out, upon a day 
 She was dressing of her head, 
 
 That in did come her father dear, 
 Wearing the gold so red. 
 
 V 
 
 ' Get up now, Lady Maisry, 
 Put on your wedding-gown ; 
 
 For Lord Ingram he will be here, 
 Your wedding must be done.'-— 
 
 VI 
 
 ' I'd rather be Childe Vyet's wife. 
 The white fish for to sell, 
 
 Before I were Lord Ingram's wife, 
 To wear the silk so well. 
 
LORD INGRAM AND CHILDE VYET 
 
 ' I'd rather be Childe Vyet's wife, 
 With him to beg my bread, 
 
 Before I were Lord Ingram's wife. 
 To wear the gold so red. . . . 
 
 ' O where will I get a bonny boy, 
 Will win gold to his fee. 
 
 And will run unto Childe Vyet 
 With this letter from me ? * — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O here I am, the boy,' says one, 
 ' Will win gold to my fee. 
 
 And carry away any letter 
 To Childe Vyet from thee.' 
 
 The first line that Childe Vyet read, 
 
 A grieved man was he ; 
 The next line that Childe Vyet read, 
 
 A tear blinded his e'e. 
 ' I wonder what ails my one brother, 
 
 He'll not let my love be ! 
 
 XI 
 
 ' But I'll send to my brother's bridal — 
 The gammons o' the swine — 
 
 With four and twenty buck and roe, 
 And ten tun of the wine; 
 
 And bid my love be blithe and glad, 
 And I will follow syne.' 
 
 I 3 "■« 
 
LORD INGRAM AND CHILDE VYET 
 
 XII 
 
 There was no groom in that castle 
 
 But got a gown of green ; 
 And all was blithe, and all was glad, 
 
 But Lady Maisry was neen. 
 
 XIII 
 
 There was no cook in that kitchen 
 
 But got a gown of grey ; 
 And all was blithe, and all was glad, 
 
 But Lady Maisry was wae. 
 
 XIV 
 
 O sweetly play'd the merry organs 
 
 Within her mother's bower ; 
 But dumb stood Lady Maisry, 
 
 And let the tears down pour. 
 
 XV 
 
 O sweetly play'd the harp so fine 
 
 Within her father's hall ; 
 But still stood Lady Maisry, 
 
 And let the tears down fall. 
 
 XVI 
 
 'Tween Mary Kirk and the castle 
 Was all spread o'er with garl, 
 
 To keep Lady Maisry and her maidens 
 From tramping on the marl. 
 
 XVII 
 
 From Mary Kirk to the castle 
 
 Was spread a cloth of gold, 
 To keep Lady Maisi-y and her maidens 
 
 From treading upon the mould. 
 
 neen] none, not. garl] ? gravel. 
 
 234 
 
LORD INGRAM AND CHILDE VYET 
 
 xvni 
 When mass was sung, and bells were rung, 
 
 And all men bound for bed. 
 Lord Ingram and Lady Maisry 
 
 In one bed they were laid. 
 
 XIX 
 
 When they were laid into one bed, 
 
 It was both soft and warm ; 
 He laid his hand over her side, 
 
 Says, ' I think you are with bairn.' — 
 
 XX 
 
 ' I told you once, so did I twice, 
 When ye came for my wooer. 
 
 That Childe Vyet, your one brother, 
 One night lay in my bower. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' I told you twice, I told you thrice, 
 
 Ere ye came me to wed. 
 That Cliilde Vyet, your one brother, 
 
 One night lay in my bed.' — 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' O father your bairn on me, Maisry, 
 
 And on no other man ; 
 And I'll gie him to his dowry 
 
 Full fifty ploughs of land.' — 
 
 xxni 
 ' I will not father my bairn on you, 
 
 Nor on no wrongeous man, 
 Though ye'd give him to his dowry 
 
 Five thousand ploughs of land.' 
 
 2S5 
 
LORD INGRAM AND CHILDE VYET 
 
 XXIV 
 
 He has taken out his trusty sword 
 And laid it between them tway ; 
 
 Says, ' Lie you there, you ill woman, 
 A maid for me till day.' 
 
 XXV 
 
 Then in it came him Childe Vyet, 
 
 Shed back, his yellow hair, 
 And gave Lord Ingram to the heart 
 
 A deep wound and a sair. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 Then up did start him Lord Ingram 
 Shed back his coal-black hair, 
 
 And gave Childe Vyet to the heart 
 A deep wound and a sair. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 There was no pity for those two lords. 
 In bower where they lay slain ; 
 
 But all was for Lady Maisry, 
 In bower where she went brain. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 Says, ' If I have been an ill woman, 
 
 Alas, and woe is me ! 
 And if I have been an ill woman, 
 
 A good woman I'll be. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' Ye'U take from me my silk attire, 
 
 Bring me a palmer's weed ; 
 And for their sakes the world thoro' 
 
 I'll gang and beg my bread. 
 
 brain] mad. 
 236 
 
LORD INGRAM AND CHILDE VYET 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' If I gang a step for Childe Vyet, 
 For Lord Ingram I'll gang three ; 
 
 All for the honour that he paid 
 At Mary Kirk to me.' 
 
 T2. Fair Janet 
 
 I 
 
 ' \/E maun gang to your father, Janet, 
 
 1 Ye maun gang to him sune ; 
 Ye maun gang to your father, Janet, 
 
 In case that his days are dune.' 
 II 
 Janet 's awa' to her father 
 
 As fast as she could hie : 
 ' O what 's your will wi' me, father ? 
 
 O what 's your will wi' me ? ' — 
 in 
 ' My will wi' you. Fair Janet,' he said, 
 
 ' It is both bed and board ; 
 Some say that ye love Sweet Willie, 
 
 But ye maun wed a French lord.' 
 
 IV 
 
 Janet 's awa to her chamber 
 
 As fast as she could go ; 
 Wha 's the first ane that tapped there, 
 
 But Sweet Willie her jo ? 
 
 V 
 
 ' O we maun part this love, Willie, 
 
 That has been lang between ; 
 There 's a French lord coming o'er the sea 
 To wed me wi' a ring.' — 
 jo] sweetheart. 
 
 237 
 
FAIR JANET 
 
 VI 
 
 ' If we maun part this love, Janet, 
 
 It causeth mickle woe ; 
 If we maun part this love, Janet, 
 
 It makes me in mourning go.' — 
 
 VII 
 
 * But ye maun gang to your three sisters, 
 
 Meg, Marion and Jean ; 
 Tell them to come to Fair Janet, 
 
 In case that her days are dune.' 
 VI n 
 Willie 's awa' to his three sisters, 
 
 Meg, Marion and Jean : 
 ' O haste and gang to Fair Janet, 
 
 I fear that her days are dune ! ' 
 
 IX 
 
 Some drew to them their silken hose, 
 Some drew to them their shoon, 
 
 Some drew to them their silk manteils. 
 Their coverings to put on ; 
 
 And they're awa' to Fair Janet 
 By the hie light o' the moon. . . . 
 
 X 
 
 ' O I have borne this babe, Willie, 
 
 Wi' mickle toil and pain ; 
 Take hame, take hame your babe, Willie, 
 
 For nurse I dare be nane.' 
 
 XI 
 
 He's ta'en his young son in his arms 
 And kiss'd him cheek and chin, 
 
 And he 's awa' to his mother's bower 
 By the hie light o' the moon. 
 238 
 
FAIR JANET 
 
 XII 
 
 ' O open, open, mother ! ' he says, 
 
 ' O open, and let me in ! 
 The rain rains on my yellow hair 
 
 And the dew drops o'er my chin ; 
 And I hae my young son in my arms, — 
 
 I fear that his days are dune.' 
 
 xin 
 Then with her fingers long and sma' 
 
 She lifted up the pin, 
 And with her arms sae long and sma' 
 
 Received the baby in. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' Gae back, gae back now. Sweet Willie, 
 And comfort your fair ladye ; 
 
 For where ye had but ae nourice 
 Your young son shall hae three.' 
 
 XV 
 
 Willie he was scarce awa' 
 
 And Janet put to bed. 
 When in and came her father dear : 
 
 ' Mak' haste, and busk the bride ! ' — 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' There's a sair pain in my head, father. 
 There 's a sair pain in my side ; 
 
 And ill, O ill I am, father. 
 
 This day for to be a bride ! ' — 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' O ye maun busk this bonny bride. 
 
 And put a gay mantle on ; 
 For she shall wed this auld French lord, 
 
 Gin she should die this morn.' 
 
 bnsk] array. 
 
FAIR JANET 
 
 XVIII 
 
 Some put on the gay green robes, 
 And some put on the brown ; 
 
 But Janet put on the scarlet robes, 
 Shone foremost thro' the town. 
 
 XIX 
 
 And some they mounted the black steed, 
 And some mounted the brown ; 
 
 But Janet mounted the milk-white steed, 
 Rode foremost thro' the town. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' O wha will guide your horse, Janet ? 
 
 O wha will guide him best ? ' — 
 ' O wha but Willie, my true-love ? 
 
 He kens I love him best.' 
 
 XXI 
 
 And when they came to Mary's kirk 
 
 To tie the holy ban', 
 Fair Janet's colour gaed and came. 
 
 And her cheek look'd pale and wan. 
 
 XXII 
 
 When dinner it was past and done, 
 
 And dancing to begin, 
 ' O we'll go take the bride's maidens. 
 
 And we'll go fill the ring.' 
 
 XXIII 
 
 O ben then came the auld French lord. 
 Saying, ' Bride, will ye dance wi' me ? '- 
 
 ' Awa', awa', ye auld French lord ! 
 Your face I downa see.' 
 240 
 
FAIR JANET 
 
 XXIV 
 
 O ben then came Sweet Willie, 
 He came with ane advance : 
 
 ' O I'll go talc' the bride's maidens, 
 And we'll go tak' a dance.' — 
 
 ' I've seen ither days wi' you, Willie, 
 
 And so has mony mae. 
 Ye would hae danced wi' me mysel'. 
 
 Let a' my maidens gae.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 O ben now came Sweet Willie, 
 
 Saying, ' Bride, will ye dance wi' me ? ' 
 ' Ay, by my sooth, and that I will 
 
 Gin my back should break in three.' 
 
 XXVII 
 
 She hadna danced her o'er the floor. 
 
 She hadna turn'd but thrice. 
 When she fell doun at Willie's feet, 
 
 And up did never rise. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 Willie 's ta'en the key of his coffer 
 
 And gi'en it to his man : 
 ' Gae hame, and tell my mother dear 
 
 My horse he has me slain ; 
 And bid her be kind to my young son, 
 
 For father he has nane.' 
 
 mae] more. 
 
 341 
 
y^. Old T{oUn of Portingale 
 
 I 
 
 GOD ! let never soe old a man 
 Marry soe young a wife 
 As did old Robin of Portingale ! 
 He may rue all the days of his life. 
 II 
 For the Mayor's daughter of Lin, God wot, 
 
 He chose her to his wife, 
 And thought to have lived in quietnesse 
 With her all the dayes of his life. 
 Ill 
 They had not in their wed-bed laid, 
 
 Scarcely were both on sleepe. 
 But up she rose, and forth she goes 
 To Sir Gyles, and fast can weepe. 
 
 IV 
 
 Saies, ' Sleepe you, wake you, faire Sir Gyles ? 
 
 Or be you not within ? 
 [Or hear you not your true love 
 
 That tirleth at the pin ? '] — 
 
 V 
 
 ' But I am waking, sweete,' he said, 
 
 ' Lady, what is your will ? ' — 
 I have unbethought me of a wile 
 How my wed lord we shall spill. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Four and twenty knights,' she sayes, 
 ' That dwells about this towne. 
 
 E'en four and twenty of my next cozens 
 Will help to ding him downe.' 
 
 nnbethought] bethought. ding] smite. 
 
 343 
 
OLD ROBIN OF PORTINGALE 
 
 vn 
 With that beheard his little foot-page, 
 
 Was watering his master's steed ; 
 Soe [sore a hearing it was to him] 
 
 His very heart did bleed. 
 
 VIII 
 
 He mourned, sikt, and wept full sore ; 
 
 I swear by the Holy Rood 
 The teares he for his master wept 
 
 Were blent water and bloude. 
 
 IX 
 
 With that beheard his dear master 
 
 As he in his garden sate ; 
 Sayes, ' Ever alack, my little page, 
 
 What causes thee to weepe ? 
 
 X 
 
 ' Hath any one done to thee wronge, 
 
 Any of thy fellowes here ? 
 Or is any of thy good friends dead, 
 
 What makes thee shed such teares ? 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Or if it be my head-cookes-man 
 
 Griev'd againe he shall be, 
 Nor noe man within my house 
 
 Shall doe wrong unto thee.' — 
 
 XII 
 
 ' But it is not your head-cookes-man. 
 
 Nor none of his degree ; 
 But or tomorrow, ere it be noone 
 
 You are deemed to die. 
 
 sikt] sighed. againe] in return. deemed] doomed. 
 
 Hi 
 
OLD ROBIN OF PORTINGALE 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' And of that thanke your head-steward, 
 And, after, your ladie fair.' — 
 
 ' If it be true, my little foot-page, 
 Of my land I'll make thee heir.' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' If it be not true, my deare master, 
 
 God let me never thye.' — 
 ' If it be not true, thou little foot-page, 
 
 A dead corse shalt thou be.' 
 
 XV 
 
 He called down his head-cookes-man 
 
 In kitchen supper to dress ; 
 ' All and anon, my deere master ; 
 
 Anon at your request ! ' — 
 
 XVI 
 
 [' Let supper be drest, and of the best 
 
 Let it prepared be] 
 And call you downe my faire lady, 
 
 This night to supp with mee.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 And downe then came that fair lady, 
 'Was clad all in purple and palle ; 
 
 The rings that were upon her fingers 
 Cast light thorrow the hall. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' What is your will, my owne wed lord, 
 What is your will with mee ? ' — 
 
 ' 'Tis I am sicke, fayre lady, 
 Sore sicke and like to dye.' — 
 
 thye] thrive. palle] fine cloth. 
 
 244 
 
OLD ROBIN OF PORTINGALE 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' But an you be sicke, my owne wed lord, 
 
 Soe sore it grieveth niee ; 
 But my five maidens and my selfe 
 
 [Will bedd you presentlye]. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' And at the waking of your first sleepe 
 You shall have a hott drinke made, 
 
 And at the waking of your next sleepe 
 Your sorrowes will have a slake.' 
 
 XXI 
 
 He put a silk cote on his backe 
 
 'Was thirteen inches folde, 
 And put a Steele cap upon his head 
 
 'Was gilded with good red gold. 
 
 XXII 
 
 And he layd a bright browne sword by his side. 
 
 And another at his feete, 
 And full well knew Old Robin then 
 
 Whether he shold wake or sleepe. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 And about the middle time of the night 
 
 Came twenty-four Knights in ; 
 Sir Gyles he was the foremost man, 
 
 Soe well he knew that ginne. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 Old Robin with a bright browne sword 
 
 Sir Gyles' head he did winne, 
 Soe did he all those twenty-four, 
 
 Ne'er a one went quicke out [agen] ; 
 
 ginne] gin, contrivance, liere a door-latch. quicke] alive. 
 
OLD ROBIN OF PORTINGALE 
 
 XXV 
 
 None but one little foot-page 
 
 Crept forth at a window of stone ; 
 
 And he had two armes when he came in 
 And [when he went out he had one]. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 Upp then came that ladie light, 
 
 With torches burning bright ; 
 Shea thought to have brought Sir Gyles a drinke, 
 
 But shee found her owne wed Knight. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 And the first thing that shee stumbled upon 
 
 Was of Sir Gyles his foote ; 
 Sayes, ' Ever alacke, and woe is me, 
 
 Here lies my sweet hart-roote ! '" 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 And the second thing shee stumbled upon 
 
 Was of Sir Gyles his head ; 
 Sayes, ' Ever alacke, and woe is me. 
 
 Here lyes my true-love deade ! ' 
 
 XXIX 
 
 He cut the papps beside her brest, 
 
 And bade her wish her will ; 
 And he cult the eares beside her heade, 
 
 And bade her wish on still. 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' Mickle is the men's blood I have spent 
 To doe thee and me some good ' ; 
 
 Sayes, ' Ever alacke, my fayre lady, 
 I thinke that I was woode ! ' 
 
 hart-roote] heart-root, dear one. woode] mad. 
 246 
 
OLD ROBIN OF PORTINGALE 
 
 XXXI 
 
 And he shope the cross on his right sho'lder 
 Of the white flesh and the redd, 
 
 And he went him into the Holy Land, 
 Wheras Christ was quicke and deade. 
 
 5-4. Lord Thomas and Fair Annef 
 I 
 
 lORD THOMAS and Fair Annet 
 I J Sat all day on a hill ; 
 When night was come, and sun was set, 
 They had not talk'd their fill. 
 
 II 
 Lord Thomas said a word in jest, 
 
 Fair Annet took it ill : 
 ' I'll never wed a tocherless maid 
 
 Against my ain friends' will.' — 
 
 III 
 ' Gif ye'U not wed a tocherless wife, 
 
 A wife will ne'er wed ye : 
 Fare ye well now, Lord Thomas, 
 
 It 's fare ye well a wee.' 
 
 IV 
 
 O Annet she 's gane till her bower, 
 
 Lord Thomas down the den ; 
 And he 's come till his mither's bower 
 
 By the lee light o' the moon. 
 
 shope] shaped, made. tocherless] without a dowry. lee] 
 calm, pleasant. 
 
 247 
 
LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET 
 
 V 
 
 ' O sleep ye, wake ye, mither ? ' he says, 
 ' Or are ye the bower within ? ' — 
 
 ' I sleep right aft, I wake right aft ; 
 What want ye with me, son ? 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Where have ye been a' night, Thomas ? 
 
 O wow, ye've tarried long ! ' — 
 ' I have been courtin' Fair Annet, 
 
 And she is frae me gone. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' O rede, O rede, mither,' he says, 
 
 A gude rede gie to me : 
 O sail I tak' the nut-brown bride, 
 
 And let Fair Annet be ? ' — 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' The nut-brown bride has gold and gear, 
 
 Fair Annet she 's got nane ; 
 And the little beauty Fair Annet has 
 
 O k will soon be gane. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' It 's an' ye wed the nut-brown bride, 
 
 I'll heap gold wi' my hand ; 
 But an' ye wed her, Fair Annet, 
 
 I'll straik it wi' a wand. 
 
 X 
 
 ' The nut-brown bride has sheep and kye. 
 
 Fair Annet she 's got nane ; 
 Son Thomas, for my benison 
 
 Bring ye the brown bride hame.' — 
 
 rede] counsel. straik] stroke, as one might smooth ovei 
 
 the top of a bushel of com to make it bare measure. 
 248 
 
LORD THOMAS AND FAIR. ANNEX 
 
 XI 
 
 ' But alas, alas ! ' says Lord Thomas, 
 
 O fair is Annet's face ! ' — 
 ' But what matter for that, son Thomas ? 
 
 She has nae ither grace.' — 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Alas, alas ! ' says Lord Thomas, 
 ' But white is Annet's hand ! ' — 
 
 ' What matter for that, son Thomas ? 
 She has not a fur' o' land.' — 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' Sheep will die in cots, mithei-, 
 
 And owsen die in byre ; 
 And what is warldis wealth to me, 
 
 An' I getna my heart's desire ? ' 
 
 XIV 
 
 And he has till his sister gane : 
 
 ' Now, sister, rede ye me ; 
 O sail I marry the nut-brown bride 
 
 And set Fair Annet free? ' — 
 
 \v 
 ' I'se rede ye tak' Fair Annet, Thomas, 
 
 And let the brown bride alane. 
 Lest ye should sigh and say Alas ! 
 
 What is this we brought hame ? ' — 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' No, I will tak' my mither's counsel, 
 
 And marry me out of hand ; 
 And I will tak' the nut-brown bride ; 
 
 Fair Annet may leave the land.' 
 
 lur'] furrow. owsen] oxen. 
 
 249 
 
LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET 
 
 XVII 
 
 Up then rose Fair Annet's father 
 
 Twa hours or it were day, 
 And he is gone to Fair Annet, 
 
 To the bower wherein she lay. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' Rise up, rise up. Fair Annet,' he says, 
 
 'Put on your silken sheen ; 
 Ye are bidden come to St. Mary's Kirk, 
 
 To see a rich weddin'.'. . . 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' My maids, gae to my dressing-room 
 
 And dress to me my hair ; 
 Where'er ye laid a plait before 
 
 See ye lay ten times mair. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' My maids gae to my dressing-room 
 
 And dress to me my smock ; 
 The one half is o' the holland fine. 
 
 The other o' needle-work.' 
 
 XXI 
 
 At yae tett o' her horse's mane 
 
 Was tied a silver bell, 
 And yae tift o' the norland wind 
 
 It gar'd them a' to knell. 
 
 XXII 
 
 Four and twenty gay good knights 
 
 Rade by Fair Annet's side, 
 And four and twenty fair ladies 
 
 As gin she had been a bride. 
 
 yae] each. tett] tuft. tift] puff, whiff. 
 
 250 
 
LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET 
 
 xxin 
 And when she came to Mary's Kirk, 
 
 She shimmer'd like the sun ; 
 The belt that was about her waist 
 
 Was a' wi' pearls bedone. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 And when she came to Mary's Kirk, 
 
 And sat down in the deas, 
 The cleiding that Fair Annet had on 
 
 Enlighten'd a' that place. 
 
 XXV 
 
 She sat her by the nut-brown bride, 
 And her e'en they were sae clear, 
 
 Lord Thomas he clean forgat the bride 
 When Fair Annet drew near. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 He had a rose into his hand, 
 
 He gave it kisses three, 
 And reaching by the nut-brown bride. 
 
 Laid it on Annet's knee. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' O wha is this, my father dear, 
 Blinks in Lord Thomas's e'e ? ' — 
 
 ' O this Lord Thomas's first true-love 
 Before he loved thee.' 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 Up then spake the nut-brown bride — 
 
 She spake wi' mickle spite : 
 ' And where gat ye the rose-water 
 
 That washes thy face so white ? ' — 
 
 bedone] adorned. deas] dais, pew. cleiding] clothing. 
 
LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' O I did get my rose-water 
 
 Where ye will ne'er get nane, 
 For I did get that very rose-water 
 
 Into my mither's wame.' 
 
 XXX 
 The bride she drew a long bodkin 
 
 Frae out her gay head-gear, 
 And strake Fair Annet to the heart, 
 
 That word spak' never mair. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' O Christ tliee save ! ' Lord Thomas he said, 
 ' Methinks thou look'st wondrous wan ; 
 
 Thou was used to look with as fresh a colour 
 As ever the sun shined on.' 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' O art thou blind. Lord Thomas ? ' she said, 
 ' Or canst thou not very well see ? 
 
 Or dost thou not see my own heart's blood 
 Runs trickling down my knee ? ' 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 Lord Thomas he saw Fair Annet was pale, 
 
 And marvelled what mote be ; 
 But when he saw her dear heart's blood, 
 
 All wood-wroth waxed he. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 He drew his dagger frae his side, 
 
 That was so sharp and meet. 
 And drave it into the nut-brown bride. 
 
 That fell dead at his feet. 
 
 wame] womb. wood-wroth] mad with rage. 
 
 252 
 
LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' Now stay for me, dear Annet,' he said, 
 ' Now stay, my dear ! ' he cried ; 
 
 Then strake the dagger iintill his heart, 
 And fell dead by her side. 
 
 Xf. l{ose the l^d and White Lily 
 I 
 
 OROSE the Red and White Lilly, 
 Their mother dear was dead. 
 And their father married an ill woman 
 Wish'd them twa little gude. 
 
 II 
 Yet she had twa as fu' fair sons 
 
 As e'er brake manis bread ; 
 And Bold Arthur he lo'ed her White Lilly 
 
 And Brown Robin Rose the Red. 
 
 O they hae biggit a bigly tow'r, 
 
 And strawn it o'er wi' sand ; 
 There was mair mirth i' these ladies' bow'r 
 
 Than in a' their father's land. 
 
 But out and spake their step-mither, 
 
 At the stair-foot stood she : 
 ' I'm plaguit wi' your troublesome noise ! 
 
 What makes your melodie ? 
 
 bigly] commodious, habitable. makes] means. 
 
 253 
 
ROSE THE RED AND WHITE LILY 
 
 V 
 
 ' O Rose the Red, ye sing too loud, 
 White Lilly, your voice is Strang : 
 
 But gin I live and bruik my life, 
 I'll gar ye change your sang.' 
 
 VI 
 
 She 's call'd her son, Brown Robin, 
 
 ' Come hither, my son, to me ; 
 It fears me sair, my eldest son. 
 
 That ye maun sail the sea.' — 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Gin it fear you sair, my mither dear, 
 
 Your bidding I maun dee ; 
 But be never warse to Rose the Red 
 
 Than ye ha' been to me.' — 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' O baud your tongue, my eldest son, 
 
 For sma' sail be her part ; 
 You'll ne'er get kiss o' her comely mouth, 
 
 Tho' you sh'uld break your heart.' 
 
 IX 
 
 She 's call'd her son, Bold Arthur : 
 
 ' Come hither, my son, to me ; 
 It, fears me sair, my youngest son. 
 
 That ye maun sail the sea.' — 
 
 X 
 
 ' Gin it fear you sair, my mither dear. 
 
 Your bidding I maun dee ; 
 But be never warse to White Lilly 
 
 Than ye ha' been to me.' — 
 
 bruik] brook, enjoy. 
 2S4 
 
ROSE THE RED AND WHITE LILY 
 
 XI 
 
 ' O haud your tongue, my yongest son, 
 
 For sma' sail be her part ; 
 You'll ne'er get kiss o' White Lilly's mouth 
 
 Tho' it break, your very heart.' 
 
 XII 
 
 When Rose the Red and White Lilly 
 
 Saw their twa loves were gane, 
 Then stoppft ha' they their loud, loud sang 
 
 For and the still mournin' : 
 And their step-mither stood forbye, 
 
 To hear the maiden's mane. 
 
 XIII 
 
 Then out it spake her White Lilly: 
 
 ' My sister, we'll be gane ; 
 Why should we stay in Burnesdale 
 
 To waste our youth in pain ? ' 
 
 XIV 
 
 Then cuttit ha' they their green clothing 
 
 A little below their knee, 
 And sae ha' they their yellow hair 
 
 A little abune their bree ; 
 And they're do'en them to haly chapel, 
 
 Was christen'd by Our Ladye. 
 
 XV 
 
 There ha' they changed their ain twa names, 
 
 Sae far frae ony town ; 
 And the tane o' them hight Sweet Willy, 
 
 And the tither Roge the Roun. 
 
 mane] moan. abune their bree] above their brows. hight] 
 was called. Roun] roan, red. 
 
ROSE THE RED AND WHITE LILY 
 
 XVI 
 
 Between this twa a vow was made, 
 
 And they sware it to fulfil ; 
 That at three blasts o' a bugle-horn 
 
 She'd come her sister till. 
 
 XVII 
 
 Now Sweet Willy 's gane to the Kingis court, 
 
 Her true-love there to see, 
 And Roge the Roun to good green-wood, 
 
 Brown Robin's man to be. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 As it fell out upon a day 
 
 They a' did put the stane, 
 Fu' seven feet ayont them a' 
 
 She gar'd the puttin'-stane gang. 
 
 XIX 
 
 She lean'd her back against an oaic. 
 
 And ga'e a loud Ohone ! 
 Then out it spake him Brown Robin, 
 
 ' But that 's a woman's moan ! ' 
 
 XX 
 
 ' O ken ye by my red rose lip ? 
 
 Or by my yallow hair ? 
 Or ken ye by my milk-white breast ? 
 
 For ye never saw it bare.' — 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' I ken no by your red rose lip, 
 
 Nor by your yallow hair ; 
 Nor ken I by your milk-white breast, 
 
 For I never saw it bare ; 
 But come, to your bow'r whaever sae likes 
 
 Will find a lady there.' 
 2.s6 
 
ROSE THE RED AND WHITE LILY 
 
 xxir 
 About the tenth hour of the night 
 
 The lady's bow'r-door was broken ; 
 And ere the first hour of the night 
 
 The bonny knave-bairn was gotten. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 When days were gane, and months were run, 
 
 Rose the Red took travailing ; 
 And sair she cried for a bow'r-woman, 
 
 Her pine to wait upon. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 Then out it spake him Brown Robin : 
 
 ' Now what needs a' this din ? 
 For what cou'd any woman do 
 
 But I cou'd do the same ? ' — 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' It was never my mither's fashion, 
 
 Nor sail it e'er be mine, ' 
 That belted" Knights shou'd e'er stand by 
 
 Where ladies dreed their pine. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' But tak' ye up my bugle-horn, 
 
 And blaw three blasts for me ; 
 I've a brither in the Kingis court 
 
 Will come me quickly ti'. — 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' O gin ye hae a brither on earth 
 
 That ye love better nor me, 
 Ye blaw the horn yoursel',' he says, 
 
 ' For ae blast I'll not gie,' 
 
 knave-bairn] man-child. pine] pain. dreed] endured. 
 1225 K 257 
 
ROSE THE RED AND WHITE LILY 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 She set the horn untill her mouth, 
 And blawn three blasts 'sae shrill ; 
 
 Sweet Willy heard i' the Kingis court, 
 And came her quickly till . , . 
 
 XXIX 
 
 [Word is to the kitchen gane. 
 
 And word is to the ha', 
 Bold Arthur's lost his little foot-page. 
 
 To the green-wood stown awa'.] 
 
 XXX 
 
 And word has gane to the Kingis court, 
 
 To the King himsel' [at dine] 
 ' Now, by my fay,' the King can say, 
 
 [' Sweet Willy we maun find.'] 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' Bring me my steed,' then cry'd the King, 
 
 ' My bow and arrows keen ; 
 I'll ride mysel' to good green-wood 
 
 An' see what 's to be seen,' 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' An't please your grace,' says Bold Arthur, 
 
 ' My liege I'll gang you wi', 
 An' try to find my little foot-page 
 
 That 's stray'd awa' frae me.' 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 O they have hunted in good green-wood 
 
 The back but and the rae, 
 And they've drawn near Brown Robin's bow'r 
 
 About the close of day. 
 
 >58 
 
ROSE THE RED AND WHITE LILY 
 
 XXXIV 
 Then out it spak' the King in haste, 
 
 Says, ' Arthur, look an' see 
 Gin that be no your little foot-page 
 
 That leans against yon tree ? ' 
 
 XXXV 
 
 Bold Arthur took his bugle-horn, 
 
 And blew a blast sae shrill. 
 Sweet Willy started at the sound 
 
 And ran him quickly till. 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 ' O wanted ye your meat, Willy ? 
 
 Or wanted ye your fee ? 
 Or get ye ever an angry word, 
 
 That ye ran awa' frae me ? ' — 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' I wanted nought, my master dear ; 
 
 To me ye aye was good ; 
 I came but to see my ae brither 
 
 That wons in this green-wood.' 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 Then out and spak' the King again, 
 
 Says, ' Bonny boy, tell to me 
 Who lives into yon bigly bow'r. 
 
 Stands by yon green oak-tree ? ' 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 ' O pardon me,' says Sweet Willy, 
 
 My liege, I daurna tell ; 
 And I pray you go no near that bow'r, 
 
 For fear they do you fell.' — 
 
 wons] dwells. fell] kill. 
 
 2S9 
 
ROSE THE RED AND WHITE LILY 
 
 XL 
 
 'O haud your tongue, my bonny boy, 
 
 For I winna be said nay ; . 
 But I will gang that bow'r within, 
 
 Betide me weal or wae.' 
 
 They've lighted ofF their milk-white steeds, 
 
 And saftly enter'd in ; 
 And then they saw her. Rose the Red, 
 
 Nursing her bonny young son. 
 
 - XLII 
 
 'Now, by the rood,' the King could say, 
 
 ' This is a comely sight ; 
 I trow, instead of a Forrester, 
 
 This is a lady bright ! ' 
 
 XLIII 
 
 Then out it spake White Lilly 
 
 And fell down on her knee : 
 ' O pardon us, my gracious liege, 
 
 An' bur story I'll tell to thee. 
 
 XLIV 
 
 ' Our father was a wealthy lord. 
 
 That wonn'd in Barnesdale ; 
 But we had a wicked step-mother, 
 
 That wrought uS mickle bale. 
 
 XLV 
 
 ' Yet she had twa as fu' fair sons 
 
 As ever the sun did see ; 
 An' the tane o' them lo'ed my sister dear. 
 
 An' the tother said he lo'ed me.' 
 
 bale] hann. 
 ' afio 
 
ROSE THE RED AND WHITE LILY 
 
 XLVI 
 
 Then out and spak' him Bold Arthur, 
 
 As by the King he stood, 
 ' Now, this should be my White Lilly, 
 
 An' that should be Rose the Red ! ' 
 
 XLA'II 
 
 Then in it came him Brown Robin 
 
 Frae hunting o' the deer. 
 But whan he saw the King was there. 
 
 He started back for fear. 
 
 The King has ta'en him by the hand 
 And bade him naething dread ; 
 
 Says, 'Ye maun leave the good green-wood, 
 Come to the court wi' speed.' 
 
 XLIX 
 
 Then up he took Brown Robin's son, 
 
 And set him on his knee ; 
 Says, ' Gin ye live to wield a bran', 
 
 My bowman ye sail be.' 
 
 L 
 
 The King he sent for robes o' green. 
 
 And girdles o' shining gold ; 
 He gart the ladies be array'd 
 
 Most comely to behold. 
 
 LI 
 
 They've doen them unto Mary Kirk, 
 
 And there gat fair wedding. 
 And whan the news spread o'er the Ian', 
 
 For joy the bells did ring. 
 
 261 
 
ROSE THE RED AND WHITE LILY 
 
 Lri 
 Tlien out it spak' her Rose the Red, 
 
 And a hearty laugh laugh'd she ; 
 ' I wonder what would our step-dame say, 
 
 Gin she this sight did see ! ' 
 
 S6. Leesome Brand 
 
 or, The Sheath and the Knife 
 
 '' I *HERE is a feast in your father's house. 
 
 The broom blooms bonnte and sae it is fair — 
 It becomes you and me to be very douce. 
 And we'll never gang down to the broom nae mair.' 
 
 II 
 But it is talk'd all over [the land], 
 ' Lady Marget's plighted to Leesome Brand.' 
 
 Ill 
 He 's done him to her father's stable 
 And tane twa steeds baith wicht and able : 
 
 IV 
 
 Ane for him, and another for her 
 
 To carry them baith wi' might and virr. 
 
 V 
 
 When they had ridden about six mile, 
 Lady Marget then began to fail. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' O gin I had but a gude midwife 
 Here this day to save my life ! 
 
 douce] quiet. wicht] sturdy. virr] vigour. 
 
 36j 
 
LEESOME BRAND 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Ye'll take your arrow and your bow 
 And ye will hunt the deer and roe. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' But be sure ye touch not the milk-white hynde, 
 For she is o' the woman-kind.' 
 
 IX 
 
 He took sic pleasure in deer and rae 
 Till he forgot his ladye gay. 
 
 X 
 Till by it came that milk-white hynde, 
 And then he mind on his ladye syne. 
 
 XI 
 
 He heard her gie a loud, loud cry, 
 He shot his bow, and he let her lie. 
 
 XII 
 
 When he saw she was lying still. 
 
 He threw down his bow and came running her till ; 
 
 XIII 
 
 But he found his ladye lying dead. 
 Likewise her young son at her head. 
 
 XIV 
 
 He 's houkit a grave, long, large and wide. 
 He 's buried his auld son doun by her side. 
 
 XV 
 
 It was nae wonder his heart was sair 
 
 When he shool'd the mools on her yellow hair. 
 
 XVI 
 
 His mother lay owre her castle wa' ; 
 
 There was music and minstrels and dancing and a'. 
 
 her till] to her. honkit] dug. auld] eldest, first-born, 
 
 shool'd] shovelled. mools] mould. 
 
 263 
 
LEESOME BRAND 
 
 XVII 
 
 [She said as she look'd owre] dale and down, 
 ' My son conies nierrilie to the toun.' — 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' Seek nae minstrels to play in your room, 
 Your son comes sorry to the toun. 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' O I hae lost my gowden knife ; 
 I rather had lost my ain sweet life 1 
 
 XX 
 
 ' And I hae lost a far better thing, 
 The gilded sheath that it was in.' — 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Are there nae gowdsmiths here in Fife 
 Can make to you anither knife ? 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' Are there nae sheath-makers in the land 
 Can make a sheath to Leesome Brand ? ' — 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' There are nae gowdsmiths here in Fife 
 Can make to me sic a gowden knife ; 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' Nor nae sheath-makers in the land 
 Can make to me sic a sheath again. 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' For I've lost my lady I loved sae dear. 
 The broom blooms bonnie and sae it is fall — 
 Likewise the son she did me bear, 
 And well never gang doun to the broom nae mair. 
 
 264 
 
S7. Babylon 
 
 or, The Bonnie Banks o' Fordie 
 
 I 
 
 THERE where three ladies live in a bower — 
 Eh, luotu, bonnte! 
 And they went out to pull a flower 
 On the honnie banks o Fordie. 
 II 
 They hadna pu'ed a flower but ane, 
 When up started to them a banisht man. 
 
 Ill 
 He 's ta'en the first sister by her hand, 
 And he 's turn'd her round and made her stand. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' It 's whether will ye be a rank robber's wife, 
 Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife ? ' 
 
 V 
 
 ' It 's I'll not be a rank robber's wife, 
 But I'll rather die by your wee pen-knife.' 
 
 VI 
 
 He 's killed this may, and he 's laid her by, 
 For to bear the red rose company. 
 
 VII 
 
 He 's ta'en the second ane by the hand. 
 
 And he 's turn'd her round and made her stand. 
 
 vm 
 ' It 's whether will ye be a rank robber's wife, 
 Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife ? ' 
 
 IX 
 
 ' It 's I'll not be a rank robber's wife, 
 But I'll rather die by your wee pen-knife.' 
 K 3 26s 
 
BABYLON 
 
 '■.X •"■'■ 
 
 He 's killed this may, and he 's laid her by, 
 For to bear the red rose company. 
 
 XI . 
 
 He 's taken the youngest ane by the hand. 
 And he 's turn'd her round and made her stand, 
 
 XII 
 
 Says, ' Will ye be a rank robber's wife. 
 Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife i ' 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' It 's I'll not be a rank robber's wife. 
 Nor will I die .by your wee pen-knifed 
 
 XIV 
 ' For in this wood a brother I hae ; 
 And gin ye kill me, it 's he'll kill thee.' 
 
 XV 
 
 ' What 's thy brother's name ? come tell to me.' 
 ' My brother's name is Baby Lon.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' O sister, sister, what have I done ! 
 have I done this ill to thee ! 
 
 ' O since I've done this evil deed, 
 Good sail never be my meed.' ■ ■ 
 
 XVIII 
 
 He 's, taken out his -wee pen-knife, 
 
 jB^,' fioonv, Irmnh/ 
 And he 's twyn'd iiimseVo' his ain sweet life 
 
 On the bonnte banks o Fordie. 
 
 twyned] taken, a way, bereaved. ■ 
 266 
 
f8. Prince IR^hert 
 
 I . 
 
 PRINCE Robert has wedded a gay ladye, 
 He has wedded her with a ring ; 
 Prince Robert has wedded a gay. ladye, 
 But he daur na bring her hame. 
 II 
 ' Your blessing, your blessing, my mother dear, 
 
 Your blessing now grant to me ! ' — 
 ' Instead of a blessing ye sail have my curse, 
 And you'll get nae blessing frae me.' 
 Ill 
 She has call'd upon her waiting-maid, 
 
 To fill her a glass of wine ; 
 She has called upon her fause steward, 
 To put rank poison in. 
 
 IV 
 
 She has put it to her roudes lip. 
 
 And to her roudes chin ; 
 She has put it to her fause, fause mouth. 
 
 But the never a drop gaed in. 
 
 He has put it to his bonny mouth. 
 
 And to his bonny chin, 
 He 's put it to his cherry lip. 
 
 And sae fast the rank poison ran in. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' O ye hae poison'd your ae son, mother, 
 
 Your ae son and your heir ; 
 O ye hae poisoned your ae son, mother, 
 .,. And sons you'll never hae mair* 
 
 rondes] hag-like. 
 
 367 
 
PRINCE ROBERT 
 
 VII 
 
 ' O where will I get a little boy, 
 That will win hose and shoon, 
 
 To rin sae fast to Darlinton, 
 And bid Fair Eleanor come ? ' 
 
 Then up and spake a little boy, 
 That wad win hose and shoon, 
 
 ' O I'll away to Darlinton, 
 And bid Fair Eleanor come.' 
 
 IX 
 
 O he has run to Darlinton, 
 
 And tirled at the pin ; 
 And wha was sae ready as Eleanor's sel' 
 
 To let the bonny boy in ? 
 
 X 
 
 ' Your gude-mother 's made ye a rare dinour. 
 She 's made it baith gude and fine ; 
 
 Your gude-mother 's made ye a gay dinour. 
 And ye maun come till her and dine.' 
 
 XI 
 
 It 's twenty lang miles to Sillertoun town, 
 The langest that ever were gane ; 
 
 But the steed it was wight, and the ladye was 
 And she cam' linkin' in. 
 
 XII 
 
 But when she came to Sillertoun town, 
 
 And into Sillertoun ha'. 
 The torches were burning, the ladies were moui 
 
 And they were weeping a', 
 968 
 
PRINCE ROBERT 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' O where is now my wedded lord, 
 
 And where now can he be ? 
 O where is now my wedded lord ? 
 
 For him I canna see.' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' Your wedded lord is dead,' she says, 
 ' And just gane to be laid in the clay ; 
 
 Your wedded lord is dead,' she says, 
 ' And just gane to be buried the day. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Ye'se get nane o' his gowd, ye'se get nane o' his gear, 
 
 Ye'se get nae thing frae me ; 
 Ye'se na get an inch o' his gude broad land, 
 
 Tho' your heart suld burst in three.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' I want nane o' his gowd, I want nane o' his gear, 
 
 I want nae land frae thee ; 
 But I'll hae the rings that 's on his finger. 
 
 For them he did promise to me.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' Ye'se na get the rings that 's on his finger, 
 
 Ye'se na get them frae me ; 
 Ye'se na get the rings that 's on his finger. 
 
 An' your heart suld burst in three.' 
 
 XVIII 
 
 She 's turn'd her back unto the wa'. 
 
 And her face unto a rock. 
 And there, before the mother's face. 
 
 Her very heart it broke. 
 
 369 
 
/•p. Toung Andrew 
 
 1. 
 
 AS I was cast in my first sleepe, 
 r\.h. dreadful! draught in my mind I drew, 
 For I was dreamed of a young man, 
 Some men called him Yonge Andrew. 
 II 
 The raoone shone bright, and it cast a fayre light : 
 
 ' Welcome,' says she, ' my honey, my sweete ! 
 For I have loved thee this seven long yeare, 
 And our chance it was we co'ld never meete,' 
 
 HI 
 
 Then he tooke her in his armes two, 
 And kissM her both cheeke and chin, 
 
 And twise or thrise he kissed this may 
 Before they two did part in twin. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' Faire maid I cannot do as I wo'ld ; 
 
 [Yet what I can will I pleasure thee] 
 Goe home and fett thy father's red gold, 
 
 And rie goe to the church and marry thee.' 
 V. ■ ■ 
 
 This ladye is gone to her father's hall, 
 
 And well she knew where his red gold [lain]. 
 And counted forth five hundred pound, 
 
 Besides all other jewels and chaines : 
 
 VI 
 
 And brought it all to Younge Andrew, 
 It was well counted upon his knee : 
 
 Then he tooke her by the lilye-white hand 
 And led her up to an hill sae hie. 
 
 draught] picture. may] maid. fett] fetch. 
 
 370 
 
YOUNG ANDREW 
 
 VII 
 
 She had on a gowne of blacke velvett, 
 (A pityfull sight after ye shall see) 
 
 'Put off thy clothes, bonny wenche,' he sayes, 
 ' For no foot further thou'st gang with mee. 
 
 VIII 
 
 But then she put off her gowne of velvett, 
 With many a salt teare from her e'e^ 
 
 And in a kirtle of fine breaden silke 
 She stood before Yonge Andrew's e'e. 
 
 IX 
 
 Sayes, ' O put off thy kirtle of silke. 
 For some and all shall goe with mee ; 
 
 Unto my owne lady I must it beare. 
 
 Whom I must needs love better than thee ! ' 
 
 X 
 
 Then she put off her kirtle of silke, 
 
 With many a salt teare still from her e'e ; 
 
 In a petticoate of scarlett redd 
 
 She stood before Yonge Andrew's e'e. 
 
 XI 
 
 Sayes, ' O put off thy petticoate. 
 
 For some and all shall goe with mee ; 
 
 Unto my owne ladye I will it beare. 
 
 That dwells soe far in a strange countrye.' 
 
 XII 
 
 But then she put off her petticoate, 
 
 With many a salt teare still from her e'e. 
 
 And in a smocke of brave white silk 
 She stood before Yonge Andrew's e'e. 
 
 breaden] braided. ; 
 
 271 
 
YOUNG AlSiDIlEW 
 
 XIII 
 
 Sayes, ' O put off thy smocke of silke, 
 For some and all shall goe with me ; 
 
 Unto my owne ladye I will it beare, 
 
 That dwells soe far in a strange countrye.' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 Sayes, ' O remember, Yonge Andrew, 
 Once of a woman you were borne ; 
 
 And for the birth that Marye bore 
 
 I pray you let my smocke be upon ! ' — 
 
 XV 
 
 Sayes, ' Yes, fayre ladye I know it well, 
 
 Once of a woman I was borne ; 
 Yet for noe birth that Marye bore 
 
 Thy smocke shall not be left upon.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 But then she put off her headgeare fine — 
 She had billaments worth a hundred pound — 
 
 The hayre was upon that bonny wench' head 
 Cover'd her bodye downe to the ground. 
 
 XVII 
 
 Then he puU'd forth a Scottish brand. 
 
 And held it there in his owne right hand ; 
 
 Sayes, ' Whether wilt dye upon my sword's point, 
 Or thou wilt goe naked home againe ? ' — 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' Life is sweet,' then, ' Sir,' said she, 
 
 ' Therefore I pray you leave me with mine ; 
 
 Before I wo'ld dye on your sword's point 
 I had rather goe naked home againe. 
 
 billaments] habiliments. 
 273 
 
YOUNG ANDREW 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' My father,' she sayes, ' is a right guod earle 
 As any remaines in his owne countrye ; 
 
 Gif ever he doe your bodye take, 
 You are sure to flower a gallow-tree. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' And I have seven brethren,' she sayes, 
 ' And they are all hardy men and bold ; 
 
 Gif ever they doe your bodye take 
 
 You'll never again gang quicke over molde.' — 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' If your father be a right good earle 
 As any remaines in his owne countrye, 
 
 Tush ! he shall never my bodye take, 
 I'll gang soe fast and over the sea. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' If you have seven brethren,' he sayes, 
 ' If they be never soe hardy and bold, 
 
 Tush ! they shall never my bodye take, 
 I'll gang soe fast over Scottish molde.' 
 
 XXIII 
 
 This ladye is gone to her father's hall. 
 Where every body their rest did take ; 
 
 For but the Earle which was her father 
 Lay wakin' for his deere daughter's sake. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' But who is that,' her father can say — 
 ' Who is 't soe privily knows the pinn ? ' 
 
 ' It 's Helen, your owne deere daughter, father, 
 I pray you rise and lett me in ! 
 
 273 
 
YOUNG ANDREW 
 
 XXV 
 
 [' I pray you, pray you, lett me in ! ' — ] 
 
 ' Noe, by my hood ! ' quoth her father then ; 
 
 ' My house thou'st never come within, 
 Without I had my. red gold againe.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' Nay, nay, your gold is gone, father, 
 [Yet I pray you rise and let me in ! '] 
 
 ' Then naked thou came into this world, 
 And naked thou shalt return againe.' 
 
 xxvn 
 ' Nay, God forgave His death, father. 
 
 And soe I hope you will doe mee.' 
 ' Away, away, thou cursed woman ! 
 
 Pray God an ill death thou may dee ! ' 
 
 xxvm 
 I' the morning, when her father got upp, 
 
 A pittyful sight there he might see ; 
 His owne deere daughter was dead, without clothes, - 
 
 And this was the end of that bonny ladye. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 But let us leave talking of this ladye 
 
 And talke some more of Yonge Andrew : 
 
 For false he was to this bonny ladye — ^ 
 More pitty that he had not beene true ! 
 
 XXX 
 
 He was not gone in the forest a mile, 
 Or half a mile into the heart of Wales, 
 
 But a shee-wolfe caught him by such a wyle 
 That hee must come to tell. noe more tales. 
 274 
 
YOUNG ANDREW 
 
 And now Yonge Andrew he is dead, 
 But he never was buryed under molde ; 
 
 And there as the wolfe devoured him 
 There lyes all this great Earle's gold. 
 
 60. The Gay Goshawk 
 
 '' (^\ WELL 's me o' my gay goss-hawk, 
 V^That he can speak and flee ! 
 He'll carry a letter to my love, 
 Bring back another to me.' — 
 
 II 
 ' O how can I your true-love ken, 
 
 Or how can I her know ? 
 Whan frae her mouth I never heard couth. 
 
 Nor wi' my eyes her saw." — 
 
 III 
 ' O well sail ye my true-love ken, 
 
 As soon as you her see ; 
 For, of a' the flow'rs in fair England, 
 
 The fairest flow'r is she. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' At even at my love's bower-door 
 
 There grows a bowing birk, 
 An' sit ye down and sing thereon, 
 
 As she gangs to the kirk. 
 
 conth] word. 
 
 275 
 
THE GAY GOSHAWK 
 
 V 
 
 ' An' four-and-twenty ladies fair 
 
 Will wash and go to kirk, 
 But well shall ye my true-love ken, 
 
 For she wears gowd on her skirt. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' An' four-and-twenty gay ladies 
 
 Will to the mass repair, 
 But well sail ye my true-love ken, 
 
 For she wears gowd on her hair,' 
 
 VII 
 
 O even at that lady's bower-door 
 
 There grows a bowing birk. 
 An' he set down and sang thereon, 
 
 As she gaed to the kirk. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' O eet and drink, my marys a'. 
 
 The wine flows you among. 
 Till I gang to my shot-window, 
 
 An' hear yon bonny bird's song. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Sing on, sing on, my bonny bird, 
 
 The song ye sang the streen, 
 For I ken by your sweet singin' 
 
 You're frae my true-love sen.' 
 
 X 
 
 O first he sang a merry song, 
 
 An' then he sang a grave. 
 An' then he peck'd his feathers gray. 
 
 To her the letter gave. 
 
 marys] maidens. shot-window] here = bow-window, 
 
 the streen] yestreen. 
 276 
 
THE GAY GOSHAWK 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Ha, there 's a letter frae your love, 
 
 He says he sent you three ; 
 He canna wait your luve langer, 
 
 But for your sake he'll dee. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' He bids you write a letter to him ; 
 
 He says he 's sent you five ; 
 He canna wait your luve langer, 
 
 Tho' you're the fairest alive.' — 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' Ye bid him bake his bridal-bread, 
 
 And brew his bridal-ale. 
 An' I'll meet him in fair Scotland 
 
 Lang, lang or it be stale.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 She 's doen lier to her father dear 
 Fa'n low down on her knee : 
 
 ' A boon, a boon, my father dear 
 I pray you, grant it me ! ' — 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Ask on, ask on, my daughter, 
 
 An' granted it sail be ; 
 Except ae squire in fair Scotland. 
 
 An' him you sail never see.' — 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' The only boon, my father dear. 
 
 That I do crave of thee, 
 Is, gin I die in southin lands, 
 
 In Scotland to bury me. 
 
 11 
 
THE GAY GOSHAWK 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' An' the firstin kirk that ye come till, 
 
 Ye gar the bells be rung, 
 An' the nextin kirk that ye come till. 
 
 Ye gar the mass be sung. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' An' the thirdin kirk that ye come till, 
 
 You deal gold for my sake, 
 An' the fourthin kirk that ye come till, 
 
 You tarry there till night.' 
 
 XIX 
 
 She is doen her to her bigly bow'r, 
 
 As fast as she could fare. 
 An' she has tane a sleepy draught, 
 
 That she had mixt wi' care. 
 
 XX 
 
 She's laid her down upon her bed, 
 
 An' soon she 's fa'n asleep. 
 And soon o'er every tender limb 
 
 Cauld death began to creep. 
 
 XXI 
 
 Whan night was flown, an' day was come, 
 
 Nae ane that did her see 
 But thought she was as surely dead 
 
 As ony lady cou'd be. 
 
 XXII 
 
 Her father an' her brothers dear 
 
 Gar'd make to her a bier ; 
 The tae half was o' guid red gold, 
 
 The tither o' silver clear. 
 
 bigly] commodious. 
 
 278 
 
THE GAY GOSHAWK 
 
 XXIII 
 
 Her mither an' her sisters fair 
 
 Gar'd work for her a sark ; 
 The tae half was o' cambrick fine, 
 
 The tlther o' needle wark. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 The firstin kirk that they came till, 
 
 They gar'd the bells be rung. 
 An' the nextin kirk that they came till, 
 
 They gar'd the mess be sung. 
 
 XXV 
 
 The thirdin kirk that they came till, 
 
 They dealt gold for her sake. 
 An' the fourthin kirk that they came till, 
 
 Lo, there they met her make ! 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' Lay down, lay down the bigly bier, 
 
 Lat me the dead look on ! ' — 
 Wi' cherry cheeks and ruby lijjs 
 
 She lay andsmil'd on him. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' O ae sheave o' your bread, true-love, 
 
 An' ae glass o' your wine ! 
 For I hae fasted for your sake 
 
 These fully days is nine. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' Gang hame, gang hame, my seven bold brothers, 
 
 Gang hame and sound your horn ; 
 An' ye may boast in southin lands 
 
 Your sister 's play'd you scorn ! ' 
 
 make] mate,, lover, sheave] slice. 
 
 379 
 
6 1. Willie's Lyke-Wake 
 
 'XV/ILLIE, Willie, what makes you sae sad?' 
 VV -^nd the sun shines over the valleys and a' — 
 
 ' I lie sairly sick for the love of a maid.' 
 Amang the bluejlowers and the yellow and d. 
 u 
 
 ' O Willie, my son, I'll learn you a wile, 
 
 How this pretty fair maid ye may beguile. 
 
 Ill 
 ' Ye maun lie doun just as ye were dead. 
 And tak' your windin'-sheet round your head. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' Ye maun gie the bellman his bell-groat, 
 To ring your dead-bell at your lover's yett.' 
 
 V 
 
 Willie lay doun just as he war dead. 
 
 And took his windin'-sheet round his head. 
 
 VI 
 
 He gied the bellman his bell-groat 
 To ring his dead-bell at his lover's yett. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' O wha is this that is dead, I hear V — 
 
 ' O wha but Willie that lo'ed ye sae dear V ^ , 
 
 VIII 
 
 She is hame to her father's ain hour : 
 
 ' I'll gang to yon lyke-wake ae single hour,' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Ye maun tak' with you your brither John ; 
 It 's not meet for maidens to venture alone.' — 
 
 yett] gate. lyke-wake] corpse-watching. 
 
 380 
 
WILLIE'S LYKE-WAKE 
 
 X 
 
 ' I'll not tak' with me my brither John, 
 But I'll gang aloTig myself all alone.' 
 
 XI 
 
 It 's when she cam' to her true lovers yett, 
 She dealt the red gold round for his sak'. 
 
 XII 
 
 It 's when she came to her true lover's bed 
 She lifted the sheet to look at the dead. 
 
 XIII 
 
 He 's ta'en her hand sae meek and sae sma', 
 [And ca'd her his wife before them a']. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' Fair maid, ye cam' without horse or boy, 
 But I'll send you home with a merry convoy.' 
 
 62. Fair Margaret and Sweet William 
 I 
 
 AS it fell out on a long summer's day, 
 /^LTwo lovers they sat on a hill : 
 They sat together that long summer's day, 
 And could not talk their fill. 
 II 
 ' I see no harm by you, Margaret, 
 
 Nor you see none by me ; 
 Before to-morrow eight o'clock 
 A rich wedding shall you see.' 
 Ill 
 Fair Margaret sat in her bower-window 
 
 Cornbing her yellow hair. 
 She saw Sweet William and his brown bride 
 
 Unto the church draw near. 
 
 281 
 
FAIR MARGARET AND SWEET WILLIAM 
 
 IV 
 
 Then down she laid her ivory comb, 
 
 And up she bound her hair ; 
 She went out from her bower alive 
 
 But alive never more came there. 
 
 When day was gone, and night was come, 
 
 And all men fast asleep, 
 Came in the ghost of fair Margaret, 
 
 And stood at William's feet. 
 
 ' How like ye the lady, Sweet William, 
 That lies in your arms asleep ? 
 
 God give you joy of your gay bride-bed, 
 And me of my winding-sheet ! ' 
 
 VII 
 
 When night was gone, and day was come. 
 And all men waked from sleep, 
 
 His lady said to Sweet William, 
 ' My dear, I have cause to weep : 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' I dream'd a dream. Sweet William, 
 
 That seldom comes to good : 
 My bower was fill'd with wild-wood swine, 
 
 And our bride-bed full of blood.' 
 
 IX 
 
 He called up his merry men all, 
 
 By one, by two, by three. 
 Saying, ' I'll away to Fair Margaret's bower, 
 
 With the leave of my ladye.' 
 282 
 
FAIR MARGARET AND SWEET WILLIAM 
 
 X 
 
 And when he came to Fair Margaret's bower 
 
 He knocked at the ring ; 
 And who so ready as her seven brothers 
 
 To rise and let him in ? 
 
 XI 
 
 ' O, is she in the parlour ? ' he said, 
 
 ' Or is she in the hall ? 
 Or is she in the long chamber 
 
 Amongst her merry maids all ? ' — 
 
 XII 
 
 'No, she 's not in the parlour,' they said, 
 
 ' Nor she 's not in the hall : 
 But she is in the long chamber. 
 
 Laid out against the wall.' — 
 
 XIII 
 
 He turned up the covering-sheet, 
 
 And look'd upon the dead. 
 ' Methinks her lips are pale and wan. 
 
 She has lost her cherry red.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 With that bespake the seven brothers. 
 
 Making a piteous moan: 
 ' You may go kiss your jolly brown bride, 
 
 And let our sister alone.' — 
 
 ' If I do kiss my jolly brown bride, 
 
 I do but what is right ; 
 For I made no vow to your sister dear, 
 
 By day nor yet by night. 
 
 a83 
 
FAIR MARGARET AND SWEET WILLIAM 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Deal on, deal on, my merry men all, 
 
 Deal on your cake and wine ! 
 For whatever is dealt at her funeral to-day 
 
 Shall be dealt to-morrow at mine.' 
 
 Fair Margaret died on the over night, 
 Sweet William died on the morrow: 
 
 Fair Margaret died for pure, pure love, 
 Sweet William died for sorrow. 
 
 Go with your right to Newcastle, 
 And come with your left side home ; 
 
 There you will see these two lovers 
 Lie printed on one stone. 
 
 6^. The Tjva Brothers 
 
 THERE were twa brethren in the North, 
 They went to school thegither ; 
 The one unto the other said, 
 
 ' Will you try a warsle, brither ? ' 
 
 II 
 They warsled up, they warsled down. 
 
 Till Sir John fell to the ground. 
 And there was a knife in Sir Willie's pouch 
 
 Gied him a deadly wound. 
 
 warsle] wrestle. 
 iS4 
 
THE TWA BROTHERS 
 
 III 
 ' Tak' afF, tak' afF my Holland sark, 
 
 Rive it frae gare to gare, 
 And stap it in my bleeding wound — 
 
 'Twill aiblins bleed nae mair.' 
 
 IV 
 
 He 's pu'it afF his holland sark, 
 
 Rave it frae gare to gare, 
 And stapt it in his bleeding wound^ 
 
 But aye it bled the mair. 
 
 V 
 
 ' O tak' now afF my green cleiding 
 
 And row me saftly in, 
 And carry me up to Chester kirk, 
 
 Whar the grass grows fair and green. 
 
 vr 
 
 ' But what will ye say to your father dear 
 
 When ye gae home at e'en ? ' — 
 ' I'll say ye're lying at Chester kiik, 
 
 Whar the grass grows fair and green.' — 
 
 VII 
 
 ' O no, O no, when he speers for me 
 Saying, " William, whar is John ? " 
 
 Ye'll say ye left me at Chester school 
 Leaving the school alone.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 He 's ta'en him up upo' his back, 
 
 And borne him hence away, 
 And carried him to Chester kirk, 
 
 And laid him in the clay. 
 
 rive] tear. gare] gore. aiblins] perhaps, 
 
 cleiding] clothing. row] wrap. speers] asks. 
 
 28s 
 
THE TWA BROTHERS 
 
 IX 
 
 But when he sat in his father's chair, 
 
 He grew baith pale and wan : 
 ' O what blude 's that upon your brow ? 
 
 And whar is your brither John ? ' — 
 
 X 
 
 ' O John 's awa' to Chester school, 
 
 A scholar he'll return ; 
 He bade me tell his father dear 
 
 About him no' to mourn. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' And it is the blude o' my gude grey steed ; 
 
 He wadna hunt for me.' — 
 ' O thy steed's blude was ne'er so red, 
 
 Nor ne'er so dear to me ! 
 
 XII 
 
 ' And whaten blude's that upon your dirk ? 
 
 Dear Willie, tell to me.' — 
 ' It is the blude o' my ae brither 
 
 And dale and wae is me ! ' — 
 
 ' O what sail I say to your mither ? 
 
 Dear Willie, tell to me.' — 
 ' I'll saddle my steed and awa' I'll ride. 
 
 To dwell in some far countrie.' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' O when will ye come hame again ? 
 
 Dear Willie, tell to me ! ' — 
 ' When the sun and moon dance on yon green : 
 
 And that will never be ! ' 
 
 386 
 
tf4- The Cruel Brother 
 
 THERE were three ladies play'd at the ba', 
 With a hey ho ! and a lily gay 1 
 By came a knight and he woo'd them a' 
 As the primrose spreads so siueetly. 
 
 Sing Annet, and Marret, and fair Maisrie, 
 As the detu hangs i' the 'wood, gay ladie ! 
 
 II 
 The first ane she was clad in red : 
 ' O lady fair, Will you be my biide \ ' 
 
 III 
 The midmost ane was clad in green : 
 ' O lady fair, will you be my queen ? ' 
 
 IV 
 
 The youngest o' them was clad in white : 
 ' O lady fair, be my heart's delight ! ' — 
 
 V 
 
 ' Sir knight ere ye my favour win. 
 Ye maun get consent frae a' my kin. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Ye maun go ask my father, the King : 
 Sae maun ye ask my mither, the Queen. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Sae maun ye ask my sister Anne, 
 And dinna forget my brother John.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 He has sought her from her father, the King 
 And sae did he her mither, the Queen. 
 
 287 
 
THE CRUEL BROTHER 
 
 IX > 
 
 He has sought her from her sister Anne : 
 But he has forgot her brither John. 
 
 X 
 
 Now when the wedding day was come, 
 The knight would take his bonny bride home. 
 
 XI 
 
 And many a lord and many a knight 
 Came to behold that ladie bright. 
 
 XII 
 
 And there was nae man that did her see 
 But wish'd himself bridegroom to be. 
 
 XIII 
 
 Her father led her down the stair, 
 
 And her mither dear she kiss'd her there. 
 
 XIV 
 
 Her sister Anne led her thro' the close, 
 And her brother John set her on her horse. 
 
 XV 
 
 She lean'd her o'er the saddle-bow. 
 To give him a kiss ere she did go. 
 
 XVI 
 
 He has ta'en a knife, baith lang and sharp, 
 And stabb'd that bonny bride to the heart. 
 
 XVII 
 
 She hadna ridden half thro' the town, 
 Until her heart's blude stain'd her gown. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 * Ride saftly up,' said the best young man ; 
 ' I think our bride come hooly on.' 
 
 hooly] slowly, softly.. 
 
THE CRUEL BROTHER 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Ride up, ride up,' said the second man ; 
 ' 1 think our bride looks pale and wan.' 
 
 XX 
 
 Up then comes the gay-«bridegroom. 
 And straight unto the bride he came. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Does your side-saddle sit awry ? 
 Or does your steed [go heavily] ? ' — 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' O lead me gently over yon stile, 
 For there would I sit and bleed awhile, 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' O lead me gently up yon hill, 
 
 For there would I sit and make my will.' — 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' O what will you leave to your father dear ? ' — 
 ' The milk-white steed that brought me here,' — 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' What will you leave to your mother dear ? ' — 
 ' My wedding shift that I do wear,' — 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' What will you leave to your sister Anne ? ' — ' 
 'My silken snood and my golden fan,' — 
 
 xxvii 
 ' What will you leave to your brother John ? ' — 
 
 With a hay ho ! and a lily gay I 
 ' The gallows-tree to hang him on.' 
 And the primrose spreads so sweetly. 
 
 Sing Annet, and Marret, and fair Maisrie, 
 And the dew hangs i' the •wood, gay ladie I 
 1225 L 289 
 
d^. Edwardj Edward 
 
 ' \Y7-^^ '^°^^ y°"'' brand sae drop wi' blude, 
 
 W Edward, Edward ? 
 Why does your bfcnd saedrop wi' blude, 
 
 And why sae sad gang ye, O ? ' — 
 ' O I hae kill'd my hawk sae gude, 
 
 Mither, mither ; 
 O I hae kill'd ray hawk sae gude, 
 And I had nae mair but he, O.' 
 
 II 
 
 ' Your hawk's blude was never sae red, 
 
 Edward, Edward ; 
 Your hawk's blude was never sae red. 
 My dear son, I tell thee, O.' — 
 ' O I hae kill'd my red-roan steed, 
 
 Mither, mither; 
 O I hae kill'd my red-roan steed. 
 
 That erst was sae fair and free, O.' 
 
 Ill 
 
 ' Your steed was auld, and ye hae got mair, 
 
 Edward, Edward ; 
 Your steed was auld, and ye hae got mair ; 
 
 Some other dule ye dree, O.' — 
 ' O I hae kill'd my father dear, 
 
 Mither, mither; 
 O I hae kill'd my father dear, 
 Alas, and wae is me, O ! ' 
 
 dule ye dree] grief you suffer. 
 2go 
 
EDWARD, EDWARD 
 
 IV 
 
 ' And whatten penance will ye dree for that, 
 
 Edward, Edward ? 
 Whatten penance will ye dree for that ? 
 My dear son, now tell me, O.' — 
 ' I'll set my feet in yonder boat, 
 
 Mither, mither ; 
 I'll set my feet in yonder boat, 
 
 And I'll fare over the sea, O.' 
 
 V 
 
 ' And what will ye do wi' your tow'rs and your ha', 
 
 Edward, Edward ? 
 And what will ye do wi' your tow'rs and your ha', 
 
 That were sae fair to see, O ? ' — 
 ' I'll let theni stand till they doun fa', 
 
 Mither, mither; 
 I'll let them stand till they doun fa'. 
 
 For here never mair maun I be, O. 
 
 VI 
 
 'And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife, 
 
 Edward, Edward ? 
 And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife. 
 
 When ye gang owre the sea, O ? ' — 
 ' The warld's room : let them beg through life, 
 
 Mither, mither ; 
 The warld's room : let them beg through life ; 
 For them never mair will I see, O.' 
 
 VII 
 
 ' And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear, 
 
 Edward, Edward ? 
 And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear, 
 My dear son, now tell me, O ? ' — 
 
 291 
 
EDWARD, EDWARD 
 
 ' The curse of hell frae me sail ye bear, 
 
 Mither, mither ; 
 The curse of hell frae me sail ye bear ; 
 Sic counsels ye gave to me, O ! ' 
 
 66: Lord J{andal 
 
 I 
 '/^ WHERE hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son? 
 V-/0 where hae ye been, my handsome young man?' — 
 ' I hae been to the wild wood ; mother, make my bed 
 
 soon, 
 For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.' 
 
 II 
 ' Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? 
 Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?' — 
 ' I dined wi' my true-love ; mother, make my bed soon, 
 For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.' 
 
 Ill 
 ' What gat ye to your dinner. Lord Randal, my son ? 
 What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man ? '— 
 ' I gat eels boil'd in broo' ; mother, make my bed soon. 
 For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.' 
 
 IV 
 
 ' What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randal, my son \ 
 What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young 
 
 man ? ' — 
 ' O they swell'd and they died ; mother,^make my bed soon, 
 For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.' 
 
 V 
 
 ' O I fear ye are poison'd, Lord Randal, my son ! 
 O I fear ye are poison'd, my handsome young man ! ' — 
 ' O yes ! I am poison'd ; mother, rhake my bed soon, 
 For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wald lie down.' 
 292 
 
6?. "Jhe Twa Corbies 
 
 (SCOTTISH version) 
 I 
 
 AS I was walking all alane, 
 /~Vl heard twa corbies making a mane : 
 The tane unto the tither did say, 
 ' Whar sail we gang and dine the day ? ' 
 
 II 
 ' — In behint yon auld fail dyke 
 I wot there lies a new-slain knight ; 
 And naebody kens that he lies there 
 But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair. 
 
 Ill 
 ' His hound is to the hunting gane, 
 His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, 
 His lady's ta'en anither mate. 
 So we may mak' our dinner sweet. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' Ye'U sit on his white hause-bane, 
 And I'll pike out his bonny blue e'en : 
 Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair 
 We'll theek our nest when it grows bare. 
 
 V 
 
 ' Mony a one for him maks mane. 
 But nane sail ken whar he is gane : 
 O'er his white banes, when they are bare, 
 The wind sail blaw for evermair.' 
 
 corbies] ravens. fail] turf. hause] neck. theek] 
 
 thatch. 
 
 293 
 
68. The Three J{avens 
 
 I 
 
 THERE were three ravens sat on a tree, 
 They were as black as they might be. 
 
 11 
 The one of them said to his make, 
 ' Where shall we our breakfast take ? ' 
 
 in 
 ' Down in yonder greene field 
 There lies a knight slain under his shield ; 
 
 IV 
 
 ' His hounds they lie down at his feet, 
 So well do they their master keep ; 
 
 1 . .V 
 
 '' His hawks they ilie so eagerly, 
 
 There 's no fowl dare come him nigh. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Down there comes a fallow doe 
 
 As great with young as she might goe. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' She lift up his bloudy head 
 
 And kist his wounds that were so red. 
 
 vni 
 ' She gat him up upon her back 
 And carried him to earthen lake. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' She buried him before the prime, 
 
 She was dead herself ere evensong time. 
 
 X 
 
 ' God send every gentleman 
 
 Such hounds, such hawks, and such a leman ! ' 
 
 make] mate. 
 294 
 
BOOK III 
 
 6(^. The Nut-Broivn Maid 
 
 He. 
 
 "DE, it right or wrong, these men among 
 ■^-^ On iDomen do complain; 
 Affirming this, hoiu that it is 
 
 A labour spent in vain 
 To love them ivele ; for never a dele 
 
 7 hey love a man again : 
 For let a man do •what he can 
 
 Their favour to attain, 
 Tet if a new to them pursue, 
 
 Their first true lover than 
 Labourethfor naught } for from her thought 
 
 He is a banished man. 
 
 n 
 She. I say not nay, hut that all day 
 
 It is both 'written and said 
 That 'woman' s faith is, as >who saith. 
 
 All utterly decay d : 
 But nevertheless, right good witness 
 
 In this case might be laid 
 That they love true and continue : 
 
 Record the Nut-bro'wn Maid, 
 Which, 'when her love came her to prove, 
 
 To her to make his moan, 
 Would not depart; for in her heart 
 
 She loved but him alone. 
 
 never a dele] never a bit. than] then. 
 
 '9S 
 
THE NUT-BROWN MAID 
 
 III 
 He. Then betiueen us let us discuss 
 
 What tuas all the manere 
 Between them tnuo : ive iv'ill also 
 
 Tell all the pain in fere 
 That she ivas in. Now I begin, 
 
 So that ye me ans'were : 
 Wherefore all ye that present be., 
 
 I pray you, give an ear, 
 I am the Knight. I come by night, 
 
 As secret as I can, 
 Saying, Alas ! thus standeth the case, 
 
 1 am a banished man. 
 
 IV 
 She. And I your will for to fulfil 
 
 In this will not refuse ; 
 Trusting to show, in nvordes few, 
 
 That men have an ill use — 
 To their own shame — nvomen to blame^ 
 
 And causeless them accuse. 
 Therefore to you I answer now, 
 
 All women to excuse : 
 Mine own heart dear, with you what cheer ? 
 
 I pray you, tell anone ; 
 For, in my mind, of all mankind 
 
 1 love but you alone. 
 
 V 
 
 He. It standeth so : a deed is do 
 
 Whereof great harm shall grow ; 
 My destiny is for to die 
 A shameful death, I trow ; 
 
 296 
 
 in fere] in company, together. 
 
THE NUT-BROWN MAID 
 
 Or else to flee. The t' one must be. 
 
 None other way I know 
 But to withdraw as an outlaw, 
 
 And take me to my bow. 
 Wherefore adieu, mine own heart true ! 
 
 None other rede I can : 
 For I must to the green-wood go, 
 
 Alone, a banished man. 
 
 VI 
 
 She. O Lord, what is this worldis bliss. 
 
 That changeth as the moon ! 
 My summer's day in lusty May 
 
 Is darked before the noon. 
 I hear you say, farewell : Nay, nay, 
 
 We depart not so soon. 
 Why say ye so ? whither will ye go ? 
 
 Alas ! what have ye done ? 
 All my welfare to sorrow and care 
 
 Should change, if ye were gone : 
 For, in my mind, of all mankind 
 
 I love but you alone. 
 
 He. I can believe it shall you grieve, 
 
 And somewhat you distrain ; 
 But afterward, your paines hard 
 
 Within a day or twain 
 Shall soon aslake ; and ye shall take 
 
 Comfort to you again. 
 Why should ye ought ? for, to make thought. 
 
 Your labour were in vain. 
 
 rede I can] counsel I know. distrain] distress. 
 
 I, 3 2Q7" 
 
THE NUT-BROWN MAID 
 
 And thus I do ; and pray you to, 
 
 As hartely as I can : 
 For I must to the green-wood go, 
 
 Alone, a banished man. 
 
 She. Now, sith that ye have showed to me 
 
 The secret of your mind, 
 I shall be plain to you again, 
 
 Like as ye shall me find. 
 Sith it is so that ye will go, 
 
 1 will not live behind. 
 Shall never be said the Nut-brown Maid 
 
 Was to her love unkind. 
 Make you readjf, for so am I, 
 
 Although it were anone : 
 For, in my mind, of all mankind 
 
 I love but you alone. 
 
 IX 
 
 He. Yet I you rede to take good heed 
 
 What men will think and say : 
 Of young, of old, it shall be told 
 
 That ye be gone away 
 Your wanton will for to fulfil, 
 
 In green-wood you to play ; 
 And that ye might for your delight 
 
 No longer make delay. 
 Rather than ye should thus for me 
 
 Be called an ill woman 
 Yet would 1 to the green-wood go. 
 
 Alone, a banished man. 
 398 
 
THE NUT-BROWN MAID 
 
 X 
 
 She. Though it be sung of old and young 
 
 That I should be to blame, 
 Theirs be the charge that speak so large 
 
 In hurting of my name : 
 For I will prove that faithful love 
 
 It is devoid of shame ; 
 In your distress and heaviness 
 
 To part with you the same : 
 And sure all tho that do not so 
 
 True lovers are they none : 
 For, in my mind, of all mankind 
 
 I love but you alone, 
 
 XI 
 
 He. I counsel you, Remember how 
 
 It is no maiden's law 
 Nothing to doubt, but to run out 
 
 To wood with an outlaw. 
 For ye must there in your hand bear 
 
 A bow ready to draw ; 
 And as a thief thus must you live 
 
 Ever in dread and awe ; 
 Whereby to you great harm might grow : 
 
 Yet had I liever than 
 That I had to the green-wood go. 
 
 Alone, a banished man. 
 
 XII 
 
 She. I thinK not nay but as ye say ; 
 It is no maiden's lore ; 
 But love may make me for your sake, 
 As I have said before, 
 
 part with] share with. tho] those. 
 
 399 
 
THE NUT-BROWN MAID 
 
 To come on foot, to hunt and shoot, 
 
 To get us meat and store ; 
 For so that I your company 
 
 May have, I ask no more. 
 From which to part it maketh my heart 
 
 As cold as any stone ; 
 For, in my mind, of all mankind 
 
 I love but you alone. 
 
 He. For an outlaw this is the law. 
 
 That men him take and bind : 
 Without pitie, hanged to be. 
 
 And waver with the wind. 
 If I had need (as God forbede !) 
 
 What socours could ye find ? 
 Forsooth, I trow, you and your bow 
 
 For fear would draw behind. 
 And no mervail ; for little avail 
 
 Were in your counsel than : 
 Wherefore I'll to the green-wood go, 
 
 Alone, a banished man. 
 
 She. Right well know ye that women be 
 
 But feeble for to fight ; 
 
 No womanhede it is, indeed. 
 
 To be bold as a knight : 
 Yet in such fear if that ye were 
 With enemies day and night, 
 I would withstand, with bow in hand, 
 To grieve them as I might, 
 300 
 
THE NUT-BROWN MAID 
 
 And you to save ; as women have 
 From death men many one : 
 
 For, in my mind, of all mankind 
 I love but you alone. 
 
 He. Yet take good hede ; for ever I drede 
 
 That ye could not sustain 
 The thorny ways, the deep valleys, 
 
 The snow, the frost, the rain, 
 The cold, the heat ; for dry or wete. 
 
 We must lodge on the plain ; 
 And, us above, no other roof 
 
 But a brake bush or twain : 
 Which soon should grieve you, I believe ; 
 
 And ye would gladly than 
 That I had to the green-wood go, 
 
 Alone, a banished man. 
 
 She. Sith I have here been partynere 
 
 With you of joy and bliss, 
 I must also part of your woe 
 
 Endure, as reason is : 
 Yet I am sure of one pleasiVe, 
 
 And shortly it is this — 
 That where ye be, me seemeth, pard#, 
 
 I could not fare amiss. 
 Without more speech I you beseech 
 
 That we were shortly gone ; 
 For, in my mind, of all mankind 
 
 I love but you alone. 
 
 301 
 
THE NUT-BROWN MAID 
 
 XVII 
 
 He. If ye go thyder, ye must consider, 
 
 When ye have lust to dine, 
 There shall no meat be for to gete, 
 
 Nether here, ale, ne wine, 
 Ne shetes clean, to lie between, 
 
 Made of the thread and twine ; 
 None other house, but leaves and boughs, 
 
 To cover your head and mine. 
 Lo, mine heart sweet, this ill diete 
 
 Should make you pale and wan : 
 Wherefore I'll to the green-wood go, 
 
 Alone, a banished man. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 She. Among the wild deer such an arch^re. 
 
 As men say that ye be, 
 Ne may not fail of good vitayle 
 
 Where is so great plente : 
 And water clear of the rivere 
 
 Shall be full sweet to me ; 
 With which in hele I shall right wele 
 
 Endure, as ye shall see ; 
 And, or we go, a bed or two 
 
 I can provide anone ; 
 For, in my mind, of all mankind 
 
 I love but you alone. 
 
 XIX 
 
 He. Lo yet, before, ye must do more. 
 If ye will go with me : 
 As, cut your hair up by your ear. 
 Your kirtle by the knee ; 
 
 hele] health. 
 
 302 
 
THE NUT-BROWN MAID 
 
 With bow In hand for to withstand 
 
 Your enemies, if need be : 
 And this same night, before daylight. 
 
 To woodward will I flee. 
 If that ye will all this fulfil, 
 
 Do it shortly as ye can : 
 Else will I to the green-wood go, 
 
 Alone, a banished man. 
 
 She. I shall as now do more for you 
 
 Than 'longeth to womanhede ; 
 To short my hair, a bow to bear, 
 
 To shoot in time of need. 
 O my sweet mother ! before all other 
 
 For you I have most drede 1 
 But now, adieu I I must ensue 
 
 Where fortune doth me lead. 
 All this make ye : Now let us flee ; 
 
 The day cometh fast upon : 
 For, in my mind, of all mankind 
 
 I love but you alone. 
 
 He. Nay, nay, not so ; ye shall not go. 
 
 And I shall tell you why — 
 Your appetite is to be light 
 
 Of love, I well espy : 
 For, right as ye have said to me, 
 
 In likewise hardily 
 Ye would answere whosoever it were, 
 
 In way of company : 
 
THE NUT-BROWN MAID 
 
 It is said of old, Soon hot, soon cold; 
 
 And so is a womin : 
 Wherefore I to the wood will go, 
 
 Alone, a banished man. 
 
 She. If ye take heed, it is no need 
 
 Such words to say to me ; 
 For oft ye prayed, and long assayed, 
 
 Or I loved you, parde : 
 And though that I of ancestry 
 
 A baron's daughter be. 
 Yet have you proved how I you loved, 
 
 A squire of low degree ; 
 And evel- shall, whatso befall. 
 
 To die therefore anone ; 
 For, in my mind, of all mankind 
 
 I love but you alone. 
 
 He. A baron's child to be beguiled, 
 
 It were a cursed deed ! 
 To be felSw with an outlaw — 
 
 Almighty God forbede ! 
 Yet better were the poor squyere 
 
 Alone to forest yede 
 Than ye shall say another day 
 
 That by my cursed rede 
 Ye were betrayed. Wherefore, good maid. 
 
 The best rede that I can. 
 Is, that I to the green-wood go. 
 
 Alone, a banished man. 
 
 yede] went. . 
 
 304 
 
THE NUT-BROWN MAID 
 
 XXIV 
 
 she. Whatever befall, I never shall 
 
 Of this thing be upbraid : 
 But if ye go, and leave me so, 
 
 Then have ye me betrayed. 
 Remember you wele, how that ye dele'; 
 
 For if ye, as ye said, 
 Be so unkind to leave behind 
 
 Your love, the Nut-brown Maid, 
 Trust me truly that I shall die 
 
 Soon after ye be gone : 
 For, in my mind, of all mankind 
 
 I love but you alone. 
 
 XXV 
 
 He. If that ye went, ye should repent ; 
 
 For in the forest now 
 I have purveyed me of a maid 
 
 Whom 1 love more than you : 
 Another more fair than ever ye were 
 
 I dare it well avow ; 
 And of you both each should be wroth 
 
 With other, as I trow : 
 It were mine ease to live in peace ; 
 
 So will I, if I can : 
 Wherefore I to the wood will go, 
 
 Alone, a banished man. 
 
 She. Though in the wood I understood 
 Ye had a paramour, 
 All this may nought remove my thought, 
 But that I will be your' : 
 
 30s 
 
THE NUT-BROWN MAID 
 
 And she shall find me soft and kind 
 
 And courteis every hour; 
 Glad to fulfil all that she will 
 
 Command me, to my power : 
 For had ye, lo, an hundred mo, 
 
 Yet would I be that one : 
 For, in my mind, of all mankind 
 
 I love but you alone. 
 
 He. Mine own dear love, I see the prove 
 
 That ye be kind and true ; 
 Of maid, of wife, in all my life, 
 
 The best that ever I knew. 
 Be merry and glad ; be no more sad ; 
 
 The case is changed new ; 
 For it were ruth that for your truth 
 
 Ye should have cause to rue. 
 Be not dismayed, whatsoever I said 
 
 To you when I began ; 
 I will not to the green-wood go ; 
 
 I am no banished man. 
 
 She. These tidings be more glad to me 
 
 Than to be made a queen, 
 If I were sure they should endure ; 
 
 But it is often seen 
 When men will break promise they speak 
 
 The wordis on the splene. 
 Ye shape some wile me to beguile, 
 
 And steal from me, I ween : 
 
 306 
 
 on the splene] in haste. 
 
THE NUT-BROWN MAID 
 
 Then were the case worse than it was, 
 
 And I more wo-begone : 
 For, in my mind, of all mankind 
 
 I love but you alone. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 He. Ye shall not nede further to drede : 
 
 I will not disparage 
 You (God defend), sith you descend 
 
 Of so great a linage. 
 Now understand : to Westmoreland, 
 
 Which is my heritage, 
 I will you bring ; and with a ring. 
 
 By way of marriage 
 I will you take, and lady make. 
 
 As shortly as I can : 
 Thus have you won an Earle's son, 
 
 And not a banished man. 
 
 Here may ye see that •women be 
 
 In love meek, kind, and stable ■ 
 Let never man reprove them than, 
 
 Or call them variable ; 
 But rather pray God that ive may 
 
 To them be comfortable ; 
 Which sometime provelh such as He loveth, 
 
 If they be charitable. 
 For sith men ivould that women should 
 
 Be meek to them each one ; 
 Much more ought they to God obey. 
 
 And serve but Him alone. 
 
70. Pause Foodrage 
 
 KING EASTER has courted her for her lands, 
 King Wester for her fee, 
 King Honour for her comely face, 
 And for her fair bodie. 
 
 They had not been four months married. 
 
 As I have heard them tell, 
 Until the nobles of the land 
 
 Against them did rebel. 
 
 in 
 
 And they cast kevils them amang, 
 And kevils them between ; 
 
 And they cast kevils them amang, 
 Wha suld gae kill the king. 
 
 IV 
 
 O, some said yea, and some said nay. 
 Their words did not agree ; 
 
 Till up and got him, Pause Foodrage, 
 And swore it suld be he. 
 
 When bells were rung, and mass was sung. 
 
 And a' men bound to bed, 
 King Honour and his gay ladye 
 
 In a high chamber were laid. 
 
 kevils] lots. 
 
PAUSE FOODRAGE 
 
 VI 
 
 Then up and raise him, Pause Foodrage, 
 
 When a' were fast asleep, 
 And slew the porter in his lodge, 
 
 That watch and Ward did keep. 
 
 VII 
 
 O four-and-twenty silver keys 
 
 Hang hie upon a pin ; 
 And aye, as ae door he did unlock, 
 
 He has fasten'd it him behin'. 
 
 Then up and raise him, King Honour, 
 Says — ' What means a' this din ? 
 
 Or what 's the matter. Pause Foodrage, 
 Or wha has loot you in ? ' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O ye my errand weel sail learn, 
 
 Before that I depart.' — 
 Then drew a knife, baith lang and sharp, 
 
 And pierced him to the heart. 
 
 X 
 Then up and got the Queen hersell, 
 
 And fell low down on her knee, 
 ' O spare ray life, now, Pause Foodrage ! 
 
 For I never injured thee. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' O spare my life, now, Pause Foodrage ! 
 
 Until I lighter be ! 
 And see gin it be lad or lass. 
 
 King Honour has left me wi'.' — 
 
 309, 
 
PAUSE FOODRAGE 
 
 XII 
 
 ' O gin it be a lass,' he says, 
 ' Weel nursed it sail be ; 
 
 But gin it be a lad bairn. 
 He sail be hanged hie. 
 
 ' I winna spare for his tender age, 
 Nor yet for his hie hie kin ; 
 
 But soon as e'er he born is, 
 
 He sail mount the gallows pin.' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 O four-and-twenty valiant knights 
 Were set the Queen to guard ; 
 
 And four stood aye at her hour door, 
 To keep both watch and ward. 
 
 XV 
 
 But when the time drew near an end, 
 
 That she suld lighter be. 
 She cast about to find a wile. 
 
 To set her body free. 
 
 XVI 
 
 O she has birled these merry young men 
 With the ale but and the wine, 
 
 Until they were a' deadly drunk 
 As any wild-wood swine. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' O narrow, narrow is this window, 
 
 And big, big am I grown ! ' — 
 Yet through the might of Our Ladye, 
 Out at it she is gone. 
 310 
 
PAUSE FOODRAGE 
 
 XVIII 
 
 She wander'd up, she wander'd down, 
 
 She wander'd out and in ; 
 And, at last, into the very swine's stythe 
 
 The Queen brought forth a son. 
 
 XIX 
 
 Then they cast kevils them amang, 
 Which suld gae seek the Queen ; 
 
 And the kevil fell upon Wise William, 
 And he sent his wife for him. 
 
 XX 
 
 O when she saw Wise William's wife, 
 The Queen fell on her knee : 
 
 ' Win up, win up, madam ! ' she says : 
 ' What needs this courtesie ? ' — 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' O out o' this I winna rise. 
 Till a boon ye grant to me ; 
 
 To change your lass for this lad bairn. 
 King Honour left me wi'. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' And ye maun learn my gay goss-hawk 
 Right weel to breast a steed ; 
 
 And I sail learn your turtle dow 
 As weel to write and read. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' And ye maun learn my gay goss-hawk 
 
 To wield both bow and brand ; 
 And I sail learn your turtle dow 
 To lay gowd wi' her hand, 
 dow] dove, lay gowd] embroider in gold. 
 
FAUSE FOODRAG-E 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' At kirk and market when we meet, 
 
 We'll dare make nae avowe, 
 But — ' ' Dame, how does my gay goss-hawk : 
 
 " Madame, how does my dow ? " ' 
 
 XXV 
 
 When days were gane, and years came on. 
 Wise William he thought lang ; 
 
 And he has ta'en King Honour's son 
 A'-hunting for to gang. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 It sae fell out, at this hunting, 
 
 Upon a simmer's day. 
 That they came by a fair castell, 
 
 Stood on a sunny brae. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' O dinna ye see that bonny castell, 
 
 Wi' halls and towers sae fair ? 
 Gin ilka man had back his ain, 
 
 Of it you suld be heir.' — 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' How I suld be heir of that castell. 
 
 In sooth, I canna see ; 
 For it belangs to Fause Foodrage, 
 
 And he is na kin to me.' — 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' O gin ye suld kill him, Fause Foodrage, 
 
 You would do but what was right ; 
 For I wot he kill'd your father dear, 
 Or ever ye saw the light. 
 313 
 
PAUSE FOODRAGE 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' And gin ye suld kill him,- Pause Foodrage, 
 There is no man durst you blame ; 
 
 For he keeps your mother a prisoner, 
 And she darna take ye hame.' — ^^ 
 
 XXXI 
 
 The boy stared wild like a gray goss-hawk ; 
 
 Says — ' What may a' this mean ? ' — 
 ' My boy, ye are King Honour's son, 
 
 And your mother 's our lawful Queen.' — 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' O gin I be King Honour's son, 
 
 By Our Ladye I swear. 
 This night I will that traitor slay, 
 
 And relieve my mother dear ! ' — 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 He has set his bent bow to his breast. 
 
 And leaped the castell wa' ; 
 And soon he has seized on Pause Foodrage, 
 
 Wha loud for help 'gan ca'. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 ' O baud your tongue, now, Pause Foodrage, 
 
 Prae me ye shanna flee ! ' — 
 Syne pierced him through the fause, fause heart. 
 
 And set his mother free. 
 
 XXXV 
 
 And he has rewarded Wise William 
 
 Wi' the best half of his land ; 
 And sae has he the turtle dow, 
 
 Wi' the truth o' his right hand. 
 
 3«3 
 
71. the Fair Flower of Northumberland 
 I 
 
 IT was, a knight in Scotland born, 
 Follo'w, my lo-ve, come over the strand — 
 Was taken prisoner and left forlorn, 
 
 Even by the good Earl of Northumberland. 
 II 
 Then was he cast in prison strong, 
 
 Folloiu, my love, come over the strand — 
 Where he could not walk nor lie along. 
 Even by the good Earl of Northumberland. 
 Ill 
 And as in soitow thus he lay, 
 
 FoHoiv, my love, come over the strand — 
 The Earl's sweet daughter walk'd that way, 
 And she the faire flower of Northumberland. 
 
 IV 
 
 And loud to her this knight did crie. 
 Follow, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 The salt teares standing in his eye. 
 
 And she the faire flower of Northumberland, 
 
 V 
 
 ' Faire lady,' he said, ' take pity on me, 
 Follow, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 And let me not in prison dee. 
 
 And you the faire flower of Northumberland.' — 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Faire sir, liow should I take pity on thee ? 
 
 Follo'w, my love, come over the strand — 
 Thou being a foe to our countrie, 
 
 And I the faire flower of Northumberland.' 
 
 dee] die. 
 3>4 
 
FAIR FLOWER OF NORTHUMBERLAND 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Faire lady, I am no foe,' he said, 
 
 Folloiu, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 ' Through thy sweet love here was I stay'd. 
 
 For thee, the faire flower of Northumberland.' — 
 
 ' Why shouldst thou come here for love of me, 
 FoUoiv, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 Having wife and children in thy countrie ? 
 
 — And I the faire flower of Northumberland. '- 
 
 ' I swear by the blessed Trinitie, 
 
 Folloiu, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 I have no wife nor children, I, 
 
 But I'll make you my ladye in faire Scotland. 
 
 X 
 
 ' I swear by Him that was crown'd with thorn, 
 Follotu, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 That I never had wife since the day I was born, 
 But I live a free lord in faire Scotland.' — 
 
 She stole from her father's pillow the key, 
 Follow, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 And soon out of prison she ''s set him free 
 To wend with her into faire Scotland. 
 
 xii 
 Likewise much gold she got by sleight. 
 
 Follow, my love, come over the strand — 
 And all to help this forlorne knight 
 
 To wend from her father to faire Scotland. 
 
 31S 
 
FAIR FLOWER OF NORTHUMBERLAND 
 
 XIII 
 
 She 's led him down to her father's stable, 
 Folloiu, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 And she 's stolen two steeds both wight and able, 
 To carry them on to faire Scotland, 
 
 XIV 
 
 They rode till they came to a water clear, 
 FoHow, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 ' Good Sir, how should I follow you here, 
 And I the faire flower of Northumberland ? 
 
 XV 
 
 ' The water is rough and wonderful steepe, 
 Folloixj, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 And on my saddle I shall not keepe, 
 
 And I the faire flower of Northumberland.'— 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Fear not the ford, faire lady,' quoth he. 
 Follow, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 ' For long I cannot stay for thee, 
 
 And thou the faire flower of Northumberland.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 From top to toe all wet was she : 
 
 Follow, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 ' This have I done for love of thee, 
 
 And I the faire flower of Northumberland.' 
 
 xvni 
 They rode till they came to a Scottish moss, 
 
 Folloix), my love, come over the strand — 
 He bade tier light off from her father's horse. 
 
 Says, ' Go, get you back to Northumberland. 
 
 wight] sturdy, 
 js6 
 
FAIR FLOWER OF NORTHUMBERLAND 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' For I have a wife and children five^ 
 Follow, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 In Edenborrow they be alive, 
 
 So get thee home to Northumberland.' — 
 
 XX 
 
 ' Have pity on me as I had it on thee ! 
 
 Folloiju, my love, come over the strand — 
 A cook in your kitchen I will be, 
 
 Even I, the faire flower of Northumberland. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Or take me by the body so meek, 
 
 Folloiu, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 And throw me in the water so deep, 
 
 For I darena go back to Northumberland.' 
 
 XXII 
 
 He turn'd him around and he thought of a plan. 
 Follow, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 He bought an old horse and he hired an old man 
 To carry her back to Northumberland. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 When she came thro' her father's ha', 
 Folloiu, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 She louted her low amongst them a', 
 
 She was the faire flower of Northumberland. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 Down came her father, he saw her and smiled, 
 Folloiu, my love, come over the strand — 
 
 ' You arena the first the false Scots have beguiled. 
 And ye're aye welcome back to Northumberland ! ' 
 
 louted] bowed. 
 
72. Toung John 
 
 I 
 
 A FAIR maid sat in her bower-door, 
 Wringing her lily hands, 
 And by it came a sprightly youth, 
 Fast tripping o'er the strands. 
 
 II 
 ' Where gang ye, young John,' she says, 
 
 ' Sae early in the day ? 
 It gars me think, by your fast trip, 
 
 Your journey 's far away.' 
 
 Ill 
 He turn'd about wi' a surly look. 
 
 And said, ' What 's that to thee ? 
 I'm gaen to see a lovely maid, 
 
 Mair fairer far than ye.' — 
 
 IV 
 
 ' Now hae ye play'd me this, fause love. 
 
 In simmer, 'mid the flowers ? 
 I shall repay ye back again, 
 
 In winter, 'mid the showers. 
 
 V 
 ' But again, dear love, and again, dear love, 
 
 Will ye not turn again ? 
 For as ye look to other women, 
 
 Sail I to other men.' — 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Go make your choice of whom you please, 
 
 For I my choice will have ; 
 I've chosen a maid more fair than thee, 
 
 I never will deceive.' 
 3-8 
 
YOUNG JOHN 
 
 VII 
 
 She 's kilted up her claithing fine, 
 
 And after him gaed she ; 
 But aye he said, ' Ye'll turn again, 
 
 Nae farther gang wl' me.' — 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' But again, dear love, and again, dear love. 
 
 Will ye ne'er love me again ? 
 Alas, for loving you sae well. 
 
 And you nae me again ! ' 
 
 IX 
 
 The firstan town that they cam' till. 
 He bought her brooch and ring ; 
 
 And aye he bade her turn again, 
 And nae farther gang wi' him. 
 
 X 
 
 ' But again, dear love, and again, dear love. 
 
 Will ye ne'er love me again ? 
 Alas, for loving you sae well. 
 
 And you nae me again ! ' 
 
 XI 
 
 The nextan town that they cam' till, 
 He bought her muff and gloves ; 
 
 But aye he bade her turn again. 
 And choose some other loves. 
 
 ' But again, dear love, and again, dear love. 
 
 Will ye ne'er love me again ? 
 Alas, for loving you sae well, 
 
 And you nae me again ! ' 
 
 319 
 
YOUNG JOHN 
 
 The nextan town that they cam' till, 
 His heart it grew mair fain, 
 
 And he was as deep in love wi' her 
 As she was ower again. 
 
 XIV 
 
 The nextan town that they cam' till, 
 He bought her wedding gown. 
 
 And made her lady of ha's and bowers, 
 Into sweet Berwick town. 
 
 7 J. Lady Maisry 
 
 THE young lords o' the north country 
 Have all a-wooing gone, 
 To win the love of Lady Maisry, 
 But o' them she wou'd hae none. 
 
 O they hae courted Lady Maisry 
 Wi' a' kin kind of things ; 
 
 An' they hae sought her Lady Maisry 
 Wi' brooches an' wi' rings. 
 
 Ill 
 
 An' they ha' sought her Lady Maisry 
 Frae father and frae mother ; 
 
 An' they ha' sought her Lady Maisry - 
 Frae sister an' frae brother. 
 320 
 
LADY MAISRY 
 
 IV 
 
 An' ihey ha' foUow'd her Lady Maisry 
 
 Thro' chamber an' thro' ha' ; 
 But a' that they cou'd say to her, 
 
 Her answer still was Na. 
 
 V 
 
 ' O haud your tongues, young men,' she says, 
 
 ' An' think nae mair o' me ; 
 For I've gi'en my love to an English lord, 
 
 An' think nae mair o' me.' 
 
 VI 
 
 Her father's kitchy-boy heard that. 
 
 An ill death may he dee ! 
 An' he is on to her brother. 
 
 As fast as gang cou'd he. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' O is my father an' my mother well. 
 
 But an' my brothers three ? 
 Gin my sister Lady Maisry be well. 
 
 There's naething can ail me.' — 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Your father an' your mother is well. 
 
 But an' your brothers three ; 
 Your sister Lady Maisry 's well, 
 
 So big wi' bairn gangs she.' 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Gin this be true you tell to me. 
 
 My malison light on thee ! 
 But gin it be a lie you tell, 
 
 You sal be hangit hie.' 
 
 I2JS M 321 
 
LADY MAISRY 
 
 X 
 
 He 's done him to his sister's bow'r, 
 
 Wi' meikle doole an' care ; 
 An' there he saw her Lady Maisry 
 
 Kairaing her yellow hair. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' O wha is aught that bairn,' he says, 
 
 ' That ye sae big are wi' ? 
 And gin ye winna own the truth, 
 
 This moment ye sail dee.' 
 
 XII 
 
 She turn'd her right and roun' about, 
 An' the kame fell frae her han' ; 
 
 A trembling seiz'd her fair body, 
 An' her rosy cheek grew wan. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' O pardon me, my brother dear, 
 An' the truth I'll tell to thee ; 
 
 My bairn it is to Lord William, 
 An' he is betroth'd to me.' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' O cou'd na ye gotten dukes, or lords, 
 
 Intill your ain country. 
 That ye draw up wi' an English dog. 
 
 To bring this shame on me ? 
 
 XV 
 
 ' But ye maun gi' up the English lord. 
 Whan your young babe is born ; 
 
 For, gin you keep by him an hour langer. 
 Your life sail be forlorn.' — 
 
 aught] owed. forlorn] lost to you 
 
LADY MAISRY 
 
 ' I will gi' up this English blood, 
 Till my young babe be born ; 
 
 But the never a day nor hour langer, 
 The' my life should be forlorn.' — 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' O whare is a' my merry young men, 
 Whom I gi' meat and fee, 
 
 To pu' the thistle and the thorn, 
 To burn this woman wi' i '- — 
 
 She turn'd her head on her left shoulder. 
 Saw her girdle hang on a tree ; 
 
 ' O God bless them wha gave me that. 
 They'll never give more to me. 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' O whare will I get a bonny boy, 
 
 To help me in my need. 
 To rin wi' haste to Lord William, 
 
 And bid him come wi' speed ? ' — 
 
 XX 
 
 O out it spake a bonny boy, 
 Stood by her brother's side : 
 
 ' O I would run your errand, lady. 
 O'er a' the world sae wide. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Aft have I run your errands, lady, 
 Whan blawn baith win' and weet ; 
 
 But now I'll rin your errand, lady, 
 Wi' saut tears on my cheek.' 
 
 3'} 
 
LADY MAISRY 
 
 XXII 
 
 O whan he came to broken briggs, 
 
 He bent his bow and swam, 
 An' whan he came to the green grass growin', 
 
 He slack'd his shoone and ran. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 O whan he came to Lord William's gates, 
 
 He baed na to chap or ca', 
 But set his bent bow till his breast, 
 
 An' lightly lap' the wa' ; 
 An', or the j; ,;ter was at the gate. 
 
 The boy was i' the ha'. 
 
 ' O is my biggins broken, boy ? 
 
 Or is my towers won ? 
 Or is my lady lighter yet, 
 
 Of a dear daughter or son ?' — 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' Your biggin is na broken, sir, 
 Nor is your towers won ; 
 
 But the fairest lady in a' the land 
 For you this day maun burn,' — 
 
 ' O saddle me the black, the black, 
 
 Or saddle me the brown ; 
 O saddle me the swiftest steed 
 
 That ever rade frae a town ! ' 
 
 baed] abode, tarried. chap] knock, biggins] buildings, 
 3*4 
 
LADY MAISllY 
 
 XXVII 
 
 Or he was near a mile awa', 
 
 She heard his wild horse sneeze : 
 
 ' Mend up the fire, my false brother, 
 It 's na come to my knees.' 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 whan he lighted at the gate, 
 She heard his bridle ring ; 
 
 ' Mend up the fire, my false brother. 
 It 's far yet frae my chin. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' Mend up the fire to me, brother, 
 
 Mend up the fire to me ; 
 For I see him comin' hard an' fast, 
 
 Will soon mend it up to thee. 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' O gin my hands had been loose, Willy, 
 Sae hard as they are boun', 
 
 1 would have turn'd me frae the gleed, 
 
 And casten out your young son.' — 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' O I'll gar burn for you, Maisry, 
 Your father an' your mother ; 
 
 An' I'll gar burn for you, Maisry, 
 Your sister an' your brother. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' An' I'll gar burn for you, Maisry, 
 
 The chief of a' your kin ; 
 An' the last bonfire that I come to, 
 
 Mysel' I will cast in.' 
 
 gleed] glowing fire, embers. 
 
 3« 
 
7^. Bonny Bee Hd'm 
 
 I 
 
 BY Arthur's Dale as late I went 
 I heard a heavy moan ; 
 I heard a ladie lamenting sair, 
 And ay she cried ' Ohone ! 
 
 II 
 ' Ohone, alas ! wliat shall I do, 
 
 Tormented night and day ! 
 I never loved a love but ane, 
 
 And now he 's gone away. 
 
 Ill 
 ' But I will do for my true-love 
 
 What ladies wou'd think sair ; 
 For seven year shall come and go 
 
 Ere a kaim gang in my hair. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' There shall neither a shoe gang on my foot, 
 
 Nor a kaim gang in my hair. 
 Nor e'er a coal nor candle-light 
 
 Shine in my bower nae mair.' 
 
 V 
 
 She thought her love had been on the sea. 
 
 Fast sailing to Bee Ho'm ; 
 But he was in a quiet cham'er, 
 
 Hearing his ladie's moan. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Be husht, be husht, my ladie dear, 
 
 I pray thee mourn not so ; 
 For I am deep sworn on a book 
 
 To Bee Ho'm for to go.' 
 
 kaim] comb. cham'er] chamber. 
 
 326 
 
BONNY BEE HO'M 
 
 VII 
 
 She has gien him a chain of the beaten gowd, 
 
 And a ring with a ruby stone : 
 ' As lang as this chain your body binds, 
 
 Your blude can never be drawn. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' But gin this ring shou'd fade or fail, 
 Or the stone shou'd change its hue, 
 
 Be sure your love is dead and gone, 
 Or she has proved untrue.' 
 
 IX 
 
 He had no been at Bonny Bee Ho'm 
 
 A twelve month and a day, 
 Till, looking on his gay gowd ring. 
 
 The stone grew dark and gray. 
 
 X 
 
 ' O ye take my riches to Bee Ho'm, 
 
 And deal them presentlie. 
 To the young that canna, the auld that maunna. 
 
 And the blind that does not see. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Fight on, fight on, my merry men all ! 
 
 With you I'll fight no more ; 
 But I will gang to some holy place 
 
 And pray to the King of Glore.' 
 
 Glore] Glory. 
 
 327 
 
7f. Sir Patrick Spens 
 
 I. The Sailing. 
 I 
 
 THE king sits in Dunfermline town 
 Drinking the blude-red wine ; 
 ' O whare will I get a skeely skipper 
 To sail this new ship o' mine ? ' 
 II 
 O up and spak an eldern knight, 
 Sat at the king's right knee : 
 ' Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor 
 That ever sail'd the sea.' 
 
 Ill 
 Our king has written a braid letter, 
 
 And seal'd it with his hand. 
 And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens, 
 
 Was walking on the strand. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' To Noroway, to Noroway, 
 To Noroway o'er the faem ; 
 
 The king's daughter o' Noroway, 
 'Tis thou must bring her hame.' 
 
 V 
 
 The first word that Sir Patrick read 
 So loud, loud laugh'd he ; 
 
 The neist word that Sir Patrick read 
 The tear blinded his e'e. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' O wha is this has done this deed 
 And tauld the king o' me, 
 
 To send us out, at this time o* year, 
 To sail upon the sea ? 
 
 skeely] skilful. 
 3^8 
 
SIR PATRICK SPENS 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet. 
 
 Our ship must sail the faem ; 
 The king's daughter o' Noioway, 
 
 'Tis we must fetch her hame.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn 
 
 Wi' a' the speed they may ; 
 They hae landed in Noroway 
 
 Upon a Wodensday. 
 
 II. The Return, 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Mak ready, mak ready, my merry men a' ! 
 
 Our gude ship sails the morn.' — 
 ' Now ever alack, my master dear, 
 
 I fear a deadly storm. 
 
 X 
 
 ' I saw the new moon late yestreen 
 
 Wi' the auld moon in her arm ; 
 And if we gang to sea, master, 
 
 I fear we'll come to harm.' 
 
 XI 
 
 They hadna sail'd a league, a league, 
 
 A league but barely three, 
 When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud. 
 
 And gurly grew the sea. 
 
 lift] sky. 
 M 3 329 
 
SIR PATRICK SPENS 
 
 XII 
 
 The ankers brak, and the topmast lap, 
 
 It was sic a deadly storm : 
 And the waves cam owre the broken ship 
 
 Till a' her sides were torn. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' O where will I get a gude sailor 
 
 To tak' my helm in hand, 
 Till I get up to the tall topmast 
 
 To see if I can spy land ? ' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' O here am I, a ■sailor gude. 
 
 To tak' the helm in hand, 
 Till you go up to the tall topmast, 
 
 But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.' 
 
 XV 
 
 He hadna gane a step, a step, 
 
 A step but barely ane, 
 When a bolt flew out of our goodly ship, 
 
 And the saut sea it came in. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Go fetch a web o' the silken claith, 
 
 Another o' the twine, 
 And wap them into our ship's side, 
 
 And let nae the sea come in.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 They fetch d a web o' the silken claith, 
 
 Another o' the twine, 
 And they wapp'd them round that gude ship's side, 
 
 But still the sea came in. 
 
 lap] sprang. wap] wrap. 
 
 330 
 
SIR PATRICK SPENS 
 
 XVIII 
 
 O laith, laith were our gude Scots lords 
 To wet their cork-heel'd shoon ; 
 
 But lang or a' the play was play'd 
 They wat their hats aboon. 
 
 XIX 
 
 And mony was the feather bed 
 
 That flatter'd on the faem ; 
 And mony was the gude lord's son 
 
 That never mair cam hame. 
 
 XX 
 
 O lang, lang may the ladies sit, 
 Wi' their fans into their hand, 
 
 Before they see Sir Patrick Spens 
 Come sailing to the strand ! 
 
 XXI 
 
 And lang, lang may the maidens sit 
 Wi' their gowd kames in their hair, 
 
 A-waiting for their ain dear loves ! 
 For them they'll see nae mair. 
 
 xxn 
 Half-owre, half-owre to Aberdour, 
 
 'Tis fifty fathoms deep ; 
 And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens, 
 
 Wi' the Scots lords at his feet 1 
 
 flatter'd] tossed afloat. kames] combs. 
 
 331 
 
76. The Lord of Lorn 
 
 I 
 
 IT was the worthy Lord of Lorn, 
 He was a lord of high degree ; 
 And he has set his one young son 
 To school, to learn civility. 
 
 II 
 He learn'd more learning in one day 
 
 Than other children did in three ; 
 And then bespake the schoolmaster, 
 
 Unto the heir of Lorn said he : 
 
 III 
 ' In faith thou are the honestest boy 
 
 That ere I blinkt on with mine e'e ; 
 I think thou be some easterling born, 
 
 The Holy Ghost it is with thee,' 
 
 IV 
 
 He said he was no easterling born, 
 The child thus answer'd courteouslye : 
 
 ' My father he is the Lord of Lorn, 
 And I his one young son, perdie,' 
 
 The schoolmaster turn'd round about, 
 His angry mind he could not 'swage ; 
 
 He marvell'd the child could speak so wise, 
 He being of so tender age. 
 
 VI 
 
 He girt the saddle to the steed, 
 A golden bridle done him upon ; 
 
 He took his leave of his schoolfellows, 
 And home this Child of Lorn has gone. 
 33a 
 
THE LORD OF LORN 
 
 VII 
 
 And when He came to his father dear 
 He kneeled down upon his knee : 
 
 ' God's blessing, father, I would ask, 
 
 If Christ would grant you to give it me.' — 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Now God thee bless, my son, my heir. 
 His servant in heaven that thou may be 1 
 
 What tidings hast thou brought me, child ? 
 Thou art comen home so hastilye.' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Good tidings, father, I have you brought, 
 Good tidings I hope it is to thee ; 
 
 There 's never a book in all Scotland. 
 But I can read it truelye.' 
 
 X 
 
 A joyed man his father was 
 
 All in the place where he did stand : 
 
 ' My son, thou shalt go into France, 
 To learn the speeches of ilka land.' 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Who shall go with him ? ' said his lady ; 
 
 ' Husband, we have no more but he.' — 
 ' Madam,' he saith, ' my hend steward, 
 
 For he hath been true to you and me.' 
 
 XII 
 
 She call'd the steward to an account, 
 A thousand pound she gave him anon ; 
 
 Says, ' Steward, I'll give thee as mickle more 
 If thou be as good to my one son.' — 
 
 hend] courteous. 
 
 333 
 
THE LORD OF LORN 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' If I be false unto my young lord, 
 
 Then God be the like to me indeed ! ' 
 
 — So now to France they both are gone, . 
 
 And the God [of Heaven] be their good speed 
 
 XIV 
 
 Over the sea into France land 
 
 They had not been three weeks to an end, 
 But meat and drink the child got none. 
 
 Nor penny of money in purse to spend. 
 
 XV 
 
 The child ran to a river's side ; 
 
 He was fain to drink the water thin ; 
 And after follow'd the false steward 
 
 To drown the bonny boy therein, 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' But nay, by Mary ! ' said the child. 
 
 He asked mercy pitifuUye ; 
 ' Good Steward, let me have my life, 
 
 And all I have 1 will give to thee ! ' 
 
 XVII 
 
 Mercy to him the steward did take, 
 And pull'd the child out o'er the brim 
 
 But, ever alack, the more pitye ! 
 
 He took his clothing even from him. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 Says, ' Do thou me off that velvet gown. 
 The crimson hose beneath thy knee. 
 
 And do me off thy cordinant shoon 
 That are buckled with the gold so free. 
 
 cordinant] of Cordovan leather. 
 334 
 
THE LORD OF LORN 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Do thou me off thy satin doublet, 
 
 Thy shirtband wrought wi' glisterin' gold, 
 
 And do me off thy golden chain 
 About thy neck with many a fold, 
 
 XX 
 
 ' And do me off thy velvet hat, 
 With feather in it that is so fine ; 
 
 And all unto thy silken shirt. 
 
 That's work'd with many a golden seam.' 
 
 XXI 
 
 But when the child was naked stript, 
 With skin as white as the lily-flow'r, 
 
 He might, for his body and his bewtie. 
 Have been a princess' paramour. 
 
 XXII 
 
 He put him in an old kelter coat, 
 
 And hose of the same above the knee. 
 
 And he bade him go to a shepherd's house. 
 To tend sheep on a lonely lee. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 The child said, ' What shall be my name ? 
 
 Prithee, good Steward, tell to me.' — 
 ' Thy name shall be Poor Disaware, 
 
 To tend sheep on a lonely lee.' 
 
 XXIV 
 
 The child came to the shepherd's house — 
 O Lord ! he weeped pitifullye — 
 
 Says, ' Do you not want a servant-boy, 
 To tend your sheep on a lonely lee ? ' 
 
 kelter] of undyed wool. 
 
 335 
 
THE LORD OF LORN 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' I have no child,' the shepherd said, 
 
 ' My boy, thou'st tarry and dwell with me ; 
 
 My living, my house, but and my goods, 
 I'll make thee heir of them all, perdie.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 And then bespake the shepherd's wife 
 
 Unto the child so tenderlye : 
 ' Thou must take the sheep and go to the field, 
 
 And tend them upon the lonely lee.' 
 
 XXVII 
 
 Now let us leave talk of the child 
 
 That is tending sheep on the lonely lee. 
 
 And we'll talk more of the false steward, 
 Of him and of his treacherye. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 He bought himself a suit of apparel 
 
 That any lord might a-seem'd to worn ; 
 
 He went a-wooing to the Duke's daughter, 
 And call'd himself the Lord of Lorn. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 The Duke he welcomed the [brisk] young lord 
 With three baked stags and the Rhenish wine : 
 
 If he had wist him the false steward, 
 With the devil he'd have bade him dine. 
 
 XXX 
 
 But when they were at supper set 
 With dainty delicates that was there. 
 
 The Duke said, ' If thou'lt wed my daughter 
 I'll give thee a thousand pound a year.' 
 336 
 
THE LORD OF LORN 
 
 XXXI 
 
 Then hand in hand the steward her took, 
 And plight that lady his troth alone, 
 
 That she should be his married wi£e,'^ 
 
 And he would make her the Lady of Lorn. 
 
 xxxii 
 The lady would see the roebuck run 
 
 Up hills and dales and the forest free, 
 When she was 'ware of a shepherd's boy 
 
 Was tending sheep on a lonely lee. 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 And ever he sigh'd and made his moan 
 
 [Unto himself] most pitifullye, 
 ' My father is the Lord of Lorn, 
 
 And knows not what 's become of me ! ' 
 
 xxxiv 
 O then bespake the lady gay 
 
 And to her maid she spake anon, 
 ' Go fetch me hither yon shepherd's boy : 
 
 I'll know why he doth make his moan.' 
 
 XXXV 
 
 But when he came to that lady fair 
 He fell down low upon his knee ; 
 
 He was [of birth and] so brought up 
 He needed not to learn courtesye. 
 
 xxxvi 
 ' What is thy name ? Where wast thou born ? 
 
 For whose sake makest thou this moan ? ' — 
 ' I am Poor Disaware, in Scotland born, 
 
 And I mourn one dead these years agone.' — 
 
 337 
 
THE LORD OF LORN 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' Tell me [of Scotland], thou bonny child, 
 Tell me the truth and do not lee : 
 
 Knowest thou there the young Lord of Lorn ? 
 He is come into France a-wooing of me.' — 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 ' Yes, that I do, madam,' he said, 
 
 ' I know that lord, yea, verilye ; 
 The Lord of Lorn is a worthy lord. 
 
 If he were at home in his own countrye.' — 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 ' Wilt leave thy sheep, thou bonny child, 
 And come in service unto me ? ' — 
 
 ' [I thank you, madam] ; yea, forsooth. 
 And at your bidding I will be.' 
 
 XL 
 
 When the steward look'd upon the child 
 He 'gan bewrail him villainouslye : 
 
 ' Where wast thou born, thou vagabone ? 
 Thou art a thief, I will prove thee.' 
 
 XLI 
 
 ' Ha' done 1 ha' done ! ' said the lady gay, 
 ' Peace, Lord of Lorn, I do pray thee ! 
 
 Without you bear him more good will, 
 No favour will you get of me.' 
 
 XLII 
 
 O then bespake the false steward, 
 ' Believe me or no, I tell to thee. 
 
 At Aberdonie, beyond the seas. 
 His father robb&d thousands three.' 
 
 bewrail] rail at. 
 338 
 
THE LORD OF LORN 
 
 But then bespake the Duke of France 
 (The child was pleasant to his e'e), 
 
 Says, • Boy, if thou love horses well, 
 My groom of stables thou shalt be.' 
 
 XLIV 
 
 The child applied his office so well 
 
 Till that twelve months drew to an end ; 
 
 He was so courteous and so true 
 That every man became his friend. 
 
 XLV 
 
 He led a gelding forth one morning, 
 To water him at the water so free — 
 
 The gelding up, and with his head 
 He hit the child above the e'e. 
 
 XLVI 
 
 ' Woe worth thee, gelding ! ' said the child, 
 ' Woe worth the mare that foaled thee ! 
 
 Thou little knowest the Lord of Lorn : 
 Thou'st stricken a lord of high degree.' 
 
 XLVII 
 
 The lady was in her garden green. 
 
 And heard the child that made this moan : 
 
 All weeping [straight] she ran to him 
 And left her maidens all alone. 
 
 ' Sing on thy song, thou stable groom, 
 I will release thee of thy pain.' — 
 
 ' Nay, lady, I have made an oath ; 
 I dare not tell my tale again.' — 
 
 339 
 
THE LORD OF LORN 
 
 XLIX 
 
 ' Sing on thy song, then, to thy gelding, 
 
 And so thy oath shall savM be.' — 
 But when he told his horse the tale, 
 O the lady wept full tenderlye. 
 
 L 
 She sent in for her father the Duke : 
 
 ' O sick I am, and like to dee ! 
 Put off my wedding, father,' she said, 
 
 ' For the love of God, these monthes three.' 
 
 LI 
 
 The lady she did write a letter 
 Full speedily with her own hand ; 
 
 She has sent it to the Lord of Lorn 
 Wheras he dwelt in fair Scotland. 
 
 Lll 
 When the Lord of Lorn had read the letter 
 
 His lady wept, Lord ! bitterlye ; 
 'Peace, Lady of Lorn, for Christ his love ! 
 
 And wroken upon him I will be.' 
 
 LIII 
 
 The old lord call'd up his merry men. 
 And all that he gave cloth and fee, 
 
 With seven lords to ride beside him, 
 And into the land of France rides he. 
 
 LIV 
 
 The wind was good, and they did sail 
 Five hundred men into France land. 
 
 Till they were 'ware of the Heir of Lorn, 
 Stood with a porter's staff in 's hand. 
 
 wroken] revenged. 
 340 
 
THE LORD OF LORN 
 
 The lords then cast their hats into air, 
 The serving-men fell on their knee. 
 
 ' What fools be yonder,' said the steward, 
 ' That makes the porter courtesye ? ' 
 
 LVI 
 
 ' Thou 'rt a false thief,' said the Lord of Lorn, 
 ' [This child, thy master] to betray ! ' 
 
 And they set the castle round about, 
 A swallow could not have flown away. 
 
 LVII 
 
 And when they had taken the false steward, 
 By the law of France all hastilye 
 
 A quest of lords there chosen was 
 That judged this traitor he must dee. 
 
 Lvm 
 First they took him and hang'd him half, 
 
 And then they lat him down anon, 
 And quarter'd and put him in boiling lead, 
 
 And there he was sodden, breast and bone. 
 
 O then bespake the Lord of Lorn, 
 
 With many other lordes mo, 
 ' Sir Duke, if you be as willing as we, 
 
 We'll have a marriage before we go.' 
 
 LX 
 
 But then bespake the Duke of France, 
 Unto the Child of Lorn right there : 
 
 Says, ' Heir of Lorn, if thou'lt marry my daughter, 
 I'll mend thy living a thousand a year.' 
 
 34« 
 
THE LORD OF LORN 
 
 LXI 
 
 But then bespake that Child of Lorn, 
 And answer'd the Duke right merrilye : 
 
 ' I had rather have her with a ring of gold 
 Than all the gold you can proffer to me.' 
 
 77- Edom o' Gordon 
 
 I 
 
 IT fell about the Martinmas, 
 When the wind blew shrill and cauld, 
 Said Edom o' Gordon to his men, 
 ' We maun draw to a hauld. 
 
 ' And what a hauld sail we draw to, 
 
 My merry men and me ? 
 We will gae to the house o' the Rodes, 
 
 To see that fair ladye.' 
 
 Ill 
 The lady stood on her castle wa', 
 
 Beheld baith dale and down ; 
 There she was 'ware of a host of men 
 
 Cam' riding towards the town. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' O see ye not, my merry men a', 
 
 see ye not what I see ? 
 Methinks I see a host of men ; 
 
 1 marvel wha they be.' 
 
 hauld] place of shelter. town] stead. 
 
 342 
 
EDOM O' GORDON 
 
 She ween'd it had been her lovely lord, 
 
 As he cam riding hame ; 
 It was the traitor, Edom o' Gordon, 
 
 Wha reck'd nae sin nor shame. 
 
 VI 
 
 She had nae sooner buskit hersell, 
 
 And putten on her gown. 
 But Edom o' Gordon an' his men 
 
 Were round about the town. 
 
 vii 
 They had nae sooner supper set, 
 
 Nae sooner said the grace, 
 But Edom o' Gordon an' his men 
 
 Were lighted about the place. 
 
 VIII 
 
 The lady ran up to her tower-head, 
 
 Sae fast as she could hie. 
 To see if by her fair speeches 
 
 She could wi' him agree. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Come doun to me, ye lady gay, 
 Come doun, come doun to me ; 
 
 This night sail ye lig within mine arms. 
 To-morrow my bride sail be.' — 
 
 X 
 
 ' I winha come down, ye fals Gordon, 
 I winna come down to thee ; 
 
 I winna forsake my ain dear lord. 
 That is sae far frae me.' — 
 
 buskit] attired. 
 
 343 
 
EDOM O' GORDON 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Gie owre your house, ye lady fair, 
 
 Gie owre your house to me ; 
 Or I sail brenn yoursel therein, 
 
 But and your babies three.' — 
 
 XII 
 
 ' 1 winna gie owre, ye fals Gordon, 
 
 To nae sic traitor as yee ; 
 And if ye brenn my ain dear babes, 
 
 My lord sail mak ye dree. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' Now reach my pistol, Glaud, my man, 
 
 And charge ye weel my gun ; 
 For, but an I pierce that bluidy butcher. 
 
 My babes, we been undone ! ' 
 
 XIV 
 
 She stood upon her castle wa'. 
 
 And let twa bullets flee : 
 She miss'd that bluidy butcher's heart. 
 
 And only razed his knee. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Set fire to the house ! ' quo' fals Gordon, 
 
 All wud wi' dule and ire : 
 ' Fals lady, ye sail rue this deid 
 
 As ye brenn in the fire ! ' — 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Wae worth, wae worth ye, Jock, my man I 
 
 I paid ye weel your fee ; 
 Why pu' ye out the grund-wa' stane, 
 
 Lets in the reek to me ? 
 
 dree] suffer. wud] mad. grnnd-wa'] ground-wall. 
 
 344 
 
EDOM 0' GORDON 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' And e'en wae worth ye, Jock, my man ! 
 
 I paid ye weel your hire ; 
 Why pu' ye out the grund-wa' stane, 
 
 To me lets in the fire ? ' — 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' Ye paid me weel my hire, ladye, 
 
 Ye paid me weel my fee : 
 But now I'm Edom o' Gordon's man, 
 
 Maun either do or dee.' 
 
 XIX 
 
 O then bespake her little son. 
 
 Sat on the nurse's knee : 
 Says, ' Mither dear, gie owre this house. 
 
 For the reek it smithers me.' — 
 
 XX 
 
 ' I wad gie a' my gowd, my bairn, 
 
 Sae wad I a' my fee, 
 For ae blast o' the western wind. 
 
 To blaw the reek frae thee.' 
 
 XXI 
 
 O then bespake her dochter dear — 
 She was baith jimp and sma' : 
 
 ' O row me in a pair o' sheets, 
 And tow me owre the wa' • ' 
 
 XXII 
 
 They row'd her in a pair o' sheets, 
 And tow'd her owre the wa' ; 
 
 But on the point o' Gordon's spear 
 She gat a deadly fa'. 
 
 jimp] slender, trim. row] wrap. 
 
 34S 
 
EDOM O' GORDON 
 
 XXIII 
 
 bonnie, bonnie was her mouth, 
 And cherry were her cheiks, 
 
 And clear, clear was her yellow hair. 
 Whereon the red blood dreips. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 Then wi' his spear he turn'd her owre ; 
 
 gin her face was wane ! 
 
 He said, ' Ye are the first that e'er 
 
 1 wish'd alive again.' 
 
 XXV 
 
 He turn'd her owre and owre again ; 
 
 O gin her skin was white ! 
 ' I might hae spared that bonnie face 
 
 To hae been some man's delight. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' Busk and boun, my merry men a'. 
 For ill dooms 1 do guess ; 
 
 1 canna look in that bonnie face 
 As it lies on the grass.' — 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' Wha looks to freits, my master dear. 
 
 It 's freits will follow them ; 
 Let it ne'er be said that Edoni o' Gordon 
 
 Was daunted by a dame.' 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 But when the lady saw the fire 
 
 Come flaming owre her head, 
 She wept, and kiss'd her children twain. 
 
 Says, ' Bairns, we been but dead.' 
 
 Busk and bonn] trim up and prepare to go. freits] ill omens. 
 3*6 
 
EDOM O' GORDON 
 
 XXIX 
 
 The Gordon then his bugle blew, 
 
 And said, ' Awa', awa' ! 
 This house o' the Rodes is a' in a flame ; 
 
 1 hauld it time to ga'.' 
 
 XXX 
 
 And this way lookit her ain dear lord, 
 
 As he cam owre the lea ; 
 He saw his castle a' in a lowe, 
 
 As far as he could see. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 Then sair, O sair, his mind misgave. 
 
 And all his heart was wae : 
 ' Put on, put on, my wighty men, 
 
 Sae fast as ye can gae. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' Put on, jjut on, my wighty men, 
 
 Sae fast as ye can drie ! 
 For he that 's hindmost o' the thrang 
 
 Sail ne'er get good o' me.' 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 Then some they rade, and some they ran, 
 
 Out-owre the grass and bent ; 
 But ere the foremost could win up, 
 
 Baith lady and babes were brent. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 And after the Gordon he is gane, 
 
 Sae fast as he might drie ; 
 And soon i' the Gordon's foul heart's blude 
 
 He 's wroken his dear ladye. 
 
 lowe] flame. wighty] sturdy, active. wroken] avenged. 
 
 347 
 
7<?. Lamkin 
 
 I 
 
 IT 's Lamkin was a mason good 
 As ever built wi' stane ; 
 He built Lord Wearie's castle, 
 But payment got he nane. 
 
 II 
 ' O pay me, Lord Wearie, 
 
 Come, pay to me my fee.' — 
 ' I canna pay you, Lamkin, 
 
 For I maun gang o'er the sea.' — 
 
 III 
 ' O pay me now, Lord Wearie, 
 
 Come, pay me out o' hand.' — 
 'I canna pay you, Lamkin, 
 
 Unless I sell my land.' — 
 
 IV 
 
 ' O gin ye winna pay me, 
 I here sail mak' a vow. 
 
 Before that ye come hame again. 
 Ye sail hae cause to rue.' 
 
 V 
 
 Lord Wearie got a bonny ship. 
 To sail the saut sea faem ; 
 
 Bade his lady weel the castle keejj, 
 Ay till he should come hame. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Gae bar the doors,' the lady said, 
 ' Gae well the windows pin ; 
 
 And what care I for Lamkin 
 Or any of his gang ? ' 
 348 
 
LAMKIN 
 
 VII 
 
 But the nourice was a fause limmer 
 
 As e'er hung on a tree ; 
 She laid a plot wi' Lamkin, 
 
 Whan her lord was o'er the sea. 
 
 VIII 
 
 She laid a plot wl' Lamkin, 
 
 When the servants were awa', 
 Loot him in at a little shot-window, 
 
 And brought him to the ha'. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O whare 's a' the men o' this house, 
 
 That ca' me the Lamkin ? ' — 
 ' They're at the barn-well thrashing ; 
 
 'Twill be lang ere they come in.' — 
 
 X 
 
 ' And whare 's the women o' this house, 
 
 That ca' me the Lamkin ? ' — 
 ' They're at the far well washing ; 
 
 'Twill be lang ere they come in.' — 
 
 XI 
 
 ' And whare 's the bairns o' this house, 
 
 That ca' me the Lamkin ? ' — 
 ' They're at the school reading ; 
 
 'Twill be night or they come hame.' — 
 
 XII 
 
 ' O whare 's the lady o' this house, 
 
 That ca's me the Lamkin ? ' — 
 ' She 's up in her bower sewing. 
 
 But we soon can bring her down. 
 
 limmer] wretch, jade. shot-window] a window openiDg on 
 
 a hinge. 
 
 3W 
 
LAMKIN 
 
 XIII 
 
 Then Lamkin 's tane a sharp knife, 
 
 That hung down by his gare, 
 And he has gi'en the bonny babe' 
 
 A deep wound and a sair. 
 
 XIV 
 
 Then Lamkin he rocked, 
 
 And the fause nourice sang. 
 Till frae ilka bore o' the cradle 
 
 The red blood out sprang. 
 
 XV 
 
 Then out it spak' the lady. 
 
 As she stood on the stair : 
 ' What ails my bairn, nourice. 
 
 That he 's greeting sae sair ? 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' O still my bairn, nourice, 
 
 O still him wi' the pap ! ' — 
 ' He winna still, lady, 
 
 For this nor for that.' — 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' O still my bairn, nourice, 
 
 O still him wi' the wand ! '— • 
 ' He winna still, lady. 
 
 For a' his father's land,' — 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' O still my bairn, nourice, 
 
 O still him wi' the bell ! ' — 
 ' He winna still, lady. 
 
 Till ye come down yoursel'.' — 
 
 gare] a seam of the skirt. bore] hole, crevice. greeting] 
 wailing, crying. 
 350 
 
LAMKIN 
 
 XIX 
 
 O the firsten step she steppit,- 
 
 She steppit on a stane ; 
 But the neisten step she steppit, 
 
 She met him Lamkin. 
 
 XX 
 
 O mercy, mercy, Lamkin, 
 Hae mercy upon me ! 
 Though you hae ta'en my young son's life. 
 Ye may let mysel' be.' — 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' O sail I kill her, nourice. 
 
 Or sail I lat her be ? ' — 
 ' O kill her, kill her, Lamkin, 
 
 For she ne'er was good to me.' — 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' O scour the bason, nourice. 
 
 And mak' it fair and clean. 
 For to keep this lady's heart's blood, 
 
 For she 's come o' noble kin.' — 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' There need nae bason, Lamkin, 
 
 Lat it run through the floor ; 
 What better is the heart's blood 
 
 O' the rich than o' the poor ? ' 
 
 XXIV 
 
 But ere three months were at an end, 
 
 Lord Wearie came again ; 
 But dowie, dowie was his heart 
 
 When first he came hame. 
 
 dowie] heavy, sorrowful. 
 
 35' 
 
LAMKIN 
 
 XXV 
 ' O wha's blood is this,' he says, 
 
 ' That lies in the cham'er ? ' — 
 ' It is your lady's heart's blood ; 
 
 'Tis as clear as the lamer.' — 
 
 XXVI 
 ' And wha's blood is this,' he says, 
 
 ' That lies in my ha' ? ' — 
 ' It is your young son's heart's blood ; 
 
 'Tis the clearest ava'.' 
 
 XXVII 
 
 O sweetly sang the black-bird 
 
 That sat upon the tree ; 
 But sairer grat Lamkin, 
 
 When he was condemn'd to dee. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 And bonny sang the mavis 
 
 Out o' the thorny brake ; 
 But sairer grat the nourice. 
 
 When she was tied to the stake. 
 
 cham'er] chamber. lamer] amber. ava'] of all. 
 
 35* 
 
79. Hugh of Lincoln 
 
 andTheJetv's Daughter 
 
 I 
 A' THE boys of merry Lincoln 
 /~\Were playing at the ba', 
 And by it came him sweet Sir Hugh, 
 And he play'd o'er them a'. 
 II 
 He kick'd the ba' with his right foot, 
 
 And catch'd it wi' his knee. 
 And thro'-and-thro' the Jew's window 
 He gar'd the bonny ba' flee. 
 Ill 
 He 's doen him to the Jew's castell, 
 
 And walk'd it round about ; 
 And there he saw the Jew's daughter 
 At the window looking out. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' Throw down the ba', ye Jew's daughter. 
 
 Throw down the ba' to me ! ' — 
 ' Never a bit,' says the Jew's daughter, 
 
 ' Till up to me come ye.' — 
 
 V 
 
 ' How will I come up ? How can I come up ? 
 
 How can I come up to thee ? 
 1 winna come up, I darena come up. 
 
 Without my play-feres three.' 
 
 VI 
 
 She 's ta'en her to the Jew's garden. 
 
 Where the grass grew long and green. 
 She 's pu'd an apple red and white 
 To wyle the pretty boy in. 
 ba'] ball, football. doen] betaken. play-feres] playfellows. 
 ia2S N 353 
 
HUGH OF LINCOLN 
 
 vir 
 She 's wyled him in through ae dark door, 
 
 And sae has she through nine ; 
 She 's kid him on a dressing table, 
 
 And stickit him like a swine. 
 
 VIII 
 
 And first came out the thick, thick blood, 
 
 And syne came out the thin. 
 And syne came out the bonny heart's blood ; 
 
 There was no more within. 
 
 IX 
 
 She 's row'd him in a cake o' lead. 
 
 Bade him lie still and sleep ; 
 She's thrown him into Our Lady's draw-well, 
 
 Was fifty fathom deep. 
 
 X 
 
 When bells were rung, and mass was sung. 
 
 And a' the bairns came hame, 
 Then every lady had hame her son, 
 
 But Lady Helen had nane. 
 
 XI 
 
 She 's ta'en her mantle her about, 
 
 Her coffer by the hand. 
 And she 's gone out to seek her son, 
 And wander'd o'er the land. 
 
 XII 
 
 She 's doen her to the Jew's castell 
 
 Where a' were fast asleep ; 
 Cries, ' Bonnie Sir Hugh, O pretty Sir Hugh, 
 
 I pray you to me speak ! ' 
 
 row'd] wrapped. 
 35+ 
 
HUGH OF LINCOLN 
 
 XIII 
 
 She near'd Our Lady's deep draw-well, 
 
 And fell down on her knee : 
 'Where'er ye be, my sweet Sir Hugh, 
 • I pray you speak to me ! ' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' O the lead is wondrous heavy, mother, 
 The well is wondrous deep ; 
 
 The little penknife sticks in my throat, 
 And I downa to ye speak. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Gae hame, gae hame, my mither dear, 
 
 Prepare my winding sheet. 
 And at the back o' merry Lincoln 
 
 The morn I will you meet.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 Now Lady Helen is gane hame, 
 
 Made him a winding sheet, 
 And at the back o' merry Lincoln 
 
 The dead corpse did her meet. 
 
 XVII 
 
 And a' the bells o' merry Lincoln 
 Without men's hands were rung ; 
 
 And a' the books o' merry Lincoln 
 Were read without man's tongue ; 
 
 And never was such a burial 
 Sin' Adam's day begun. 
 
 downa] cannot, have not the force to. 
 
 35S 
 
8o. The Heir of Linn e 
 
 I 
 
 THE bonny heir, and the well-faur'd heir, 
 The weary heir o' Linne — 
 Yonder he stands at his father's yetts, 
 And naebody bids him in. 
 II 
 ' O see for he gangs, and see for he stands, 
 
 The unthrifty heir o' Linne ! 
 O see for he stands on the cauld causey, 
 And nana bids him come in ! ' 
 III 
 His father and mother were dead him fro'. 
 
 And so was the head o' his kin ; 
 To the cards and dice that he did run, 
 Did neither cease nor blin. 
 
 IV 
 
 To drink the wine that was so clear 
 With all he would mak' merrye ; 
 
 And then bespake him John o' the Scales, 
 To the heir of Linne said he : 
 
 V 
 
 ' How doest thou, thou Lord of Linne 
 
 Doest want or gold or fee ? 
 Wilt thou not sell thy lands so broad 
 
 To such a good fellow as me ? ' 
 
 VI 
 
 He told the gold upon the board, 
 
 Wanted never a bare pennye : 
 ' The gold is thine, the land is mine, 
 
 The heir of Linne I will be.' 
 
 well-faui'd] well-favoured, yetts] gates, causey] causeway, 
 pavement. blin] stint, check. 
 3S6 
 
THE HEIR OF LINNE 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Here 's gold enow,' saith the heir of Linne, 
 
 ' For me and my companye.' 
 He drank the wine that was so clear, 
 
 And with all he made merrye. 
 
 vni 
 Within three quarters of a year 
 
 His gold it waxM thin ; 
 His merry men were from him gone, 
 
 Bade him, ' To the de'il ye'se gang ! ' 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Now well-a-day ! ' said the heir of Linne, 
 
 ' I have left not one pennye. 
 God be with my father ! ' he said, 
 
 ' On his land he lived merrilye.' 
 
 X 
 His nourice at her window look'd. 
 
 Beholding dale and down, 
 And she beheld this distress'd young man 
 
 Come walking to the town. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' O see for he gangs, and see for he stands, 
 
 The weary heir o' Linne ! 
 O see for he stands on the cauld causey. 
 
 And nane bids him come in ! ' — 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Sing owre again that sang, nourice. 
 The sang ye sung just now.' — 
 
 ' I never sung a sang i' my life 
 But I would sing owre to you. 
 
 3S7 
 
THE HEIR OF LINNE 
 
 xiri 
 ' Come here, come here, Willy,' she said, 
 
 ' And rest yoursel' wi' me ; 
 I hae seen you in better days, 
 
 And in jovial companye.' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' Gie me a sheave o' your bread, nourice, 
 
 And a bottle o' your wine. 
 And I will pay it you owre again 
 
 When I am Lord of Linne.' — 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Ye'se get a sheave o' my bread, Willy, 
 
 And a bottle o' my wine ; 
 But ye'll pay me when the seas gang dry. 
 
 For ye'll ne'er be Lord o' Linne.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 Then he turn'd him right and round about. 
 
 As will a woman's son. 
 And aff he set and bent his way 
 
 And cam' to the house o' Linne. 
 
 XVII 
 
 But when he cam' to that castle. 
 They were set down to dine ; 
 
 A score of nobles there he saw, 
 Sat drinking at their wine. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 Then some bade gie him beef and fish, 
 
 And some but bane and fin, 
 And some bade gie him naething at a', 
 
 But let the palmer gang. 
 
 sheave] slice. 
 3ii8 
 
THE HEIR OF LINNE 
 
 XIX 
 
 Then out it speaks him John o' Scales, 
 
 A saucy word spak' he : 
 ' Put round the cup, give the beggar a sup, 
 
 Let him fare on his way.' 
 
 XX 
 
 Then out it speaks Sir Ned Magnew, 
 
 Ane o' young Willy's kin : 
 ' This youth was ance a sprightly boy 
 
 As ever lived in Linne.' 
 
 XXI 
 
 He turn'd him right and round about, 
 
 As will a woman's son. 
 Then minded him on a little wee key 
 
 That his mother left to him. 
 
 XXII 
 
 His mother left him this little wee key 
 
 A little before she deed ; 
 And bade him keep this little wee key 
 
 Till he was in maist need. 
 
 xxiir 
 Then forth he went, these nobles left 
 
 AH drinking in the room ; 
 Wi' walking rod intill his hand 
 
 He walk'd the castle roun' : 
 
 XXIV 
 
 Till that he found a little door, 
 And therein slipp'd the key ; 
 
 And there he found three chests in fere 
 Of the red and the white raonie. 
 
 in fere] together. 
 
 isg 
 
THE HEIR OF LINNE 
 
 XXV 
 
 Back then through the nobles a' 
 
 He went and did not blin, 
 Until he cam' where John o' the Scales 
 
 Was seated [at the wine]. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 Then out and spake it John o' Scales, 
 
 He spake wi' mock and jeer : 
 ' I'd gie a seat to the Lord o' Linne 
 
 If sae be that he were here. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' When the lands o' Linne a-selling were 
 
 A' men said they were free ; 
 I will sell them twenty pound better cheap 
 
 Nor ever I bought of thee.'— 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' I tak' ye to witness, nobles a' ! 
 
 — He cast him a God's pe'nnye — 
 ' I will buy them twenty pound better cheap 
 
 Nor ever he bought of me.' 
 
 XXIX 
 
 He 's done him to the gaming-table, 
 
 For it stood fair and clean ; 
 And there he 's tould as much rich gold 
 
 As free'd the lands o' Linne. 
 
 XXX 
 
 He told the gold there over the board, 
 Wanted never a broad pennye ; 
 
 ' The gold is thine, the land is mine, 
 Lord o' Linne again I'll be.' 
 
 God's pennye] earnest or luck-penny. 
 360 
 
THE HEIR OF LINNE 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' Well-a-day ! ' said John o' the Scales' wife, 
 
 ' Well-a-day, and woe is me ! 
 Yesterday I was the Lady o' Linne, 
 
 And now I'm a naebodye ! ' 
 
 XXXII 
 
 But ' Fare thee well,' said the heir of Linne, 
 ' Now John o' the Scales ! ' said he : 
 
 ' A curse light on me if ever again 
 My lands be in jeopardye ! ' 
 
 8 1. Fair Mary of Wallington 
 
 I 
 
 WHEN we were silly sisters seven, 
 — Sisters were so fair, — 
 Five of us were brave knights' wives. 
 And died in childbed lair. 
 
 II 
 Up then spake Fair Mary, 
 
 Marry wou'd she nane ; 
 If ever she came in man's bed. 
 
 The same gate wad she gang. 
 
 Ill 
 ' Make no vows. Fair Mary, 
 
 For fear they broken be ; 
 Here 's been the Knight of Wallington, 
 
 Asking good will of thee.' — 
 
 lair] lying-in. gate] viray. 
 
 N 3 361 
 
FAIR MARY OF WALLINGTON 
 
 IV 
 
 ' If here 's been the knight, mother, 
 
 Asking good will of me, 
 Within three quarters of a year 
 
 You may come bury me.' 
 
 V 
 
 But when she came to Wallington, 
 
 And into Wallington hall, 
 There she spy'd her [lord's] mother. 
 
 Walking about the wall. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' You're welcome, welcome, daughter dear, 
 To thy castle and thy bowers.' — 
 
 ' I thank you kindly, mother, 
 I hope they'll soon be yours.' 
 
 VII 
 
 She had not been in Wallington 
 
 Three quarters and a day. 
 Till upon the ground she could not walk. 
 
 She was a weary prey. 
 
 vm 
 She had not been in Wallington 
 
 Three quarters and a night, 
 Till on the ground she could not walk. 
 
 She was a weary wight. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Is there ne'er a boy into this town, 
 Who'll win him hose and shoon. 
 
 That will run to fair Paddington, 
 And bid my mother come ? ' 
 
 362 
 
FAIR MARY OF WALLINGTON 
 
 X 
 
 Up then spake a little boy, 
 
 Near unto her a-kin : 
 ' Full oft I have your errands gone, 
 
 But now I will it run.' 
 
 XI 
 
 Then she call'd her waiting-maid 
 To bring up bread and wine : 
 
 ' Eat and drink, my bonny boy, 
 Thou'U ne'er eat more of mine. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Give my respects to my mother, 
 She sits in her chair of stone. 
 
 And ask her how she likes the news, 
 Of seven to have but one ? 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' Give my respects to my mother, 
 As she sits in her chair of oak, 
 
 And bid her come to my sickening, 
 Or my merry lake-wake. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' Give my love to my brothers 
 William, Ralph, and John, 
 
 And to my sister Betty fair, 
 And to her white as bone : 
 
 XV 
 
 ' And bid her keep her maidenhead. 
 
 Be sure [to keep it lang :] 
 For if e'er she come into man's bed, 
 
 The same gate will she gang.' 
 
 lake-wake] lyke-wake, corpse-watching. 
 
FAIR MARY OF WALLINGTON 
 
 XVI 
 
 Away this little boy is gone, 
 
 As fast as he could run ; 
 When he came where brigs were broke, 
 
 He laid him down and swum. 
 
 XVII 
 
 When he saw the lady, he said, 
 ' Lord may your keeper be ! ' — 
 
 ' What news, my pretty boy, 
 Hast thou to tell to me ? ' — 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' Your daughter Mary orders me, 
 As you sit in a chair of stone. 
 
 To ask you how you like the news, 
 Of seven to have but one ? 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Your daughter gives you her commands, 
 As you sit in a chair of oak. 
 
 And bids you come to her sickening. 
 Or her merry lake-wake. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' She gives command to her brothers 
 
 William, Ralph, and John, 
 [And] to her sister Betty fair. 
 
 And to her white as bone. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' She bids her keep her maidenhead. 
 
 Be sure [to keep it lang :] 
 For if e'er she come into man's bed. 
 The same gate will she gang.' 
 364 ■ 
 
FAIR MARY OF WALLINGTON 
 
 XXII 
 
 She kickt the table with her foot, 
 
 She kickt it with her knee, 
 The silver plate into the fire, 
 
 So far she made it flee. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 Then she call'd her waiting-maid 
 
 To bring her riding-hood, 
 So did she on her stable-groom 
 
 To bring her riding-steed. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' Go saddle to me the black, the black, 
 
 Go saddle to me the brown, 
 Go saddle to me the swiftest steed 
 
 That e'er rid to Wallington ! ' 
 
 XXV 
 
 When they came to Wallington, 
 
 And into Wallington hall, 
 There she spy'd her son Fenwick, 
 
 Walking about the wall. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' God save you, my dearest son. 
 
 Lord may your keeper be ! 
 Tell me where is my daughter fair, 
 
 That used to walk with thee ? ' 
 
 XXVII 
 
 He turn'd his head him round about, 
 
 The tears did fill his e'e : 
 ' 'Tis a month,' he said, ' since Fair Mary 
 
 Took her chambers from me.' 
 
 lbs 
 
FAIR MARY OF WALLINGTON 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 She went on [to her daughter's chamber] ; 
 
 And there were in the hall 
 Four and twenty ladies, 
 
 Letting the tears down fall. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 Her daughter had a scope into 
 Her cheek and eke her chin, 
 
 All to keep in her dear life 
 Till her dear mother came. 
 
 XXX 
 ' Come take the rings off my fingers, 
 
 The skin it is so white, 
 And give them to my mother dear, 
 
 For she was all the wyte. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' Come take the rings off my fingers, 
 
 The veins they are so red. 
 Give them to Sir William Fenwick, 
 
 I'm sure his heart will bleed.' 
 
 XXXII 
 
 Then she took out a razor 
 That was both sharp and fine. 
 
 And out of her left side she has taken 
 The heir of Wallington. 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 There is a race in Wallington, 
 
 And that I rue full sare ; 
 Tho' the cradle it be full spread up, 
 
 The bride-bed is left bare. 
 
 scope] bandage, g.ig. wyte] blame, cause of trouble. 
 
 366 
 
82. Toung Waters 
 
 ABOUT Yule, when the wind blew cule, 
 LAnd the round tables began, 
 O there Is come to our King's court 
 Mony a well-favor'd man. 
 II 
 The Queen luikt owre the castle-wa'. 
 
 Beheld baith dale and down, 
 And there she saw Young Waters 
 Come riding to the town. 
 Ill 
 His footmen they did rin before, 
 
 His horsemen rade behind ; 
 
 Ane mantel of the burning gowd 
 
 Did keip him frae the wind. 
 
 IV 
 
 Gowden-graith'd his horse before. 
 
 And siller-shod behind ; 
 The horse Young Waters rade upon 
 
 Was fleeter than the wind. 
 
 V 
 
 Out then spak' a wylie lord, 
 
 Unto the Queen said he : 
 ' O tell me wha 's the fairest face 
 
 Rides in the company ? ' — 
 
 VI 
 
 ' I've sene lord, and I've sene laird, 
 
 And knights of high degree, 
 Bot a fairer face than Young Waters' 
 
 Mine eyne did never see.' 
 
 graith'd] harnessed. 
 
 367 
 
YOUNG WATERS 
 
 VII 
 
 Out then spake the jealous King, 
 
 And an angry man was he : 
 ' O if he had bin twice as fair, 
 
 You micht have excepted me. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' You're neither laird nor lord,' she says, 
 ' But the King that wears the crown ; 
 
 There is not a knight in fair Scotland 
 But to thee maun bow down.' 
 
 IX 
 
 For a' that she cou'd do or say, 
 
 Appeas'd he wad nae bee, 
 But for the words which she had said. 
 
 Young Waters he maun dee. 
 
 They hae ta'en Young Waters, 
 And put fetters to his feet ; 
 
 They hae ta'en Young Waters, and 
 Thrown him in dungeon deep. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Aft have I ridden thro' Stirling town. 
 In the wind but and the weet ; 
 
 But I neir rade thro' Stirling town 
 Wi' fetters at my feet. 
 
 XII 
 ' Aft have I ridden thro' Stirling town. 
 
 In the wind but and the rain ; 
 But I neir rade thro' Stilling town 
 Neir to return again.' 
 368 
 
YOUNG WATERS 
 
 XIII 
 
 They hae ta'en to the heiding-hill 
 His young son in his craddle ; 
 
 And they hae ta'en to the heiding-hill 
 His horse but and his saddle. 
 
 XIV 
 
 They hae ta'en to the heiding-hill 
 
 His lady fair to see ; 
 And for the words the Queen had spoke 
 
 Young Waters he did dee. 
 
 8^. The §lueen^s Marie 
 
 I 
 
 MARIE HAMILTON 's to the kirk gane, 
 Wi' ribbons in her hair ; 
 The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton 
 Than ony that were there. 
 
 II 
 Marie Hamilton's to the kirk gane 
 
 Wi' ribbons on her breast ; 
 The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton 
 
 Than he listen'd to the priest. 
 
 Ill 
 Marie Hamilton 's to the kirk gane, 
 
 Wi' gloves upon her hands ; 
 The King thought mair o' Marie Hamilton 
 
 Than the Queen and a' her lands. 
 
 heiding-hill] beheading mound. 
 
 369 
 
THE QUEEN'S MARIE 
 
 IV 
 
 She hadna been about the King's court 
 
 A month, but barely ane, 
 Till she was beloved by a' the King's court, 
 
 And the King the only man. 
 
 She hadna been about the King's court 
 
 A month, but barely three, 
 Till frae the King's court Marie Hamilton, 
 
 Marie Hamilton durstna be. 
 
 The King is to the Abbey gane, 
 
 To pu' the Abbey tree. 
 To scale the babe frae Marie's heart; 
 
 But the thing it wadna be. 
 
 VII 
 
 O she has row'd it in her apron, 
 
 And set it on the sea — 
 ' Gae sink ye or swim ye, bonny babe, 
 
 Ye'se get nae mair o' me.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 Word is to the kitchen gane. 
 
 And word is to the ha', 
 And word is to the noble room 
 
 Amang the ladies a'. 
 That Marie Hamilton 's brought to bed. 
 
 And the bonny babe 's miss'd and awa'. 
 
 scale] drive away, get rid of. row'd] wrapped. 
 370 
 
THE QUEEN'S MARIE 
 
 IX 
 
 Scarcely had she lain down again, 
 
 And scarcely fa'en asleep, 
 When up and started our gude Queen 
 
 Just at her bed-feet ; 
 Saying — ' Marie Hamilton, where 's your babe ? 
 
 For I am sure I heard it greet.' — 
 
 X 
 
 ' O no, O no, my noble Queen 1 
 
 Think no sic thing to be ; 
 'Twas but a stitch into my side, 
 
 And sair it troubles me ! ' — 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Get up, get up, Marie Hamilton : 
 
 Get up and follow me ; 
 For I am going to Edinburgh town, 
 
 A rich wedding for to see.' 
 
 XII 
 
 O slowly, slowly rase she up. 
 
 And slowly put she on ; 
 And slowly rade she out the way 
 
 Wi' mony a weary groan. 
 
 XIII 
 
 The Queen was clad in scarlet. 
 
 Her merry maids all in green ; 
 And every town that they cam to, 
 
 They took Marie for the Queen. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' Ride hooly, hooly, gentlemen, 
 
 Ride hooly now wi' me ! 
 For never, I am sure, a wearier burd 
 
 Rade in your companie.' 
 
 greet] wail, cry. hooly] gently. 
 
 371 
 
THE QUEEN'S MARIE 
 
 XV 
 
 But little wist Marie Hamilton, 
 
 When she rade on the brown, 
 That she was gaen to Edinburgh town, 
 
 And a' to be put down. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Why weep ye sae, ye burgess wives. 
 
 Why look ye sae on me ? 
 O I am going to Edinburgh town, 
 
 A rich wedding to see.' ^ 
 
 XVII 
 
 When she gaed up the tolbooth stairs, 
 The corks frae her heels did flee ; 
 
 And lang or e'er she cam down again, 
 She was condemn'd to die. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 When she cam to the Netherbow port, 
 She laugh'd loud laughters three ; 
 
 But when she came to the gallows foot 
 The tears blinded her e'e. 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Yestreen the Queen had four Maries, 
 The night she'll hae but three ; 
 
 There was Marie Seaton, and Marie Beaton, 
 And Marie Carmichael, and me. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' O often have I dress'd my Queen, 
 
 And put gowd upon her hair ; 
 But now I've gotten for my reward 
 
 The gallows to be my share. 
 
 372 
 
THE QUEEN'S MARIE 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Often have I dress'd my Queen 
 
 And often made her bed ; 
 But now I've gotten for my reward 
 
 The gallows tree to tread. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' I charge ye all, ye mariners, 
 
 When ye sail owre the faem, 
 Let neither my father nor mother get wit 
 
 But that I'm coming hame. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' I charge ye all, ye mariners, 
 
 That sail upon the sea, 
 That neither my father nor mother get wit 
 
 The dog's death I'm to die. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' For if my father and mother got wit, 
 
 And my bold brethren three; 
 O mickle wad be the gude red blude 
 
 This day wad be spilt for me ! 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' O little did my mother ken, 
 
 The day she cradled me. 
 The lands I was to travel in 
 
 Or the death I was to die ! ' 
 
 %n 
 
8/f.. The Outlaw 'Murray 
 
 I 
 
 ETTRICK Forest is a fair forest, 
 In it grows many a seemly tree ; 
 There 's hart and hind, and dae and rae, 
 And of a' wild beasts great plentie. 
 II 
 There 's a castle, bigg'd wi' lime and stane ; 
 
 O gif it stands not pleasantlie ! 
 In the fore-front o' that castle fair, 
 
 Twa unicorns are bra' to see ; 
 There 's the picture of a knight, and a lady bright, 
 And the green hollin abune their bree. 
 
 Ill 
 There an Outlaw keeps five hundred men. 
 
 He keeps a royal companie ; 
 His merry men are a' in ae liVery clad, 
 
 O' the Lincoln green sae gay to see ; 
 He and his lady in purple clad, 
 
 O gin they live not royallie ! 
 
 IV 
 
 Word is gane to our noble King, 
 In Edinburgh where that he lay, - 
 
 That there was an Outlaw in Ettrick Forest, 
 Counted him nought, nor his courtrie gay. 
 
 V 
 
 ' I make a vow,' then the gude King said, 
 ' Unto the Man that dear bought me, 
 
 I'se either be King of Ettrick Forest, 
 Or King of Scotland that Outlaw 's be ! ' 
 
 l^igg'd] built. holUn] holly, bree] brow, courtrie] courtiers. 
 37-4 
 
THE OUTLAW MURRAY 
 
 VI 
 
 Then spake the Earl hight Hamilton, 
 
 And to the noble King said he, 
 ' My sovereign prince, some counsel take, 
 
 First at your nobles, syne at me. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' I rede ye, send yon braw Outlaw till. 
 
 And see gif your man come will he : 
 Desire him come and be your man. 
 
 And hold of you yon forest free. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Gif he refuses to do that, 
 
 We'll conquess baith his lands and he ! 
 Or else we'll throw his castle down, 
 
 And mak' a widow o' his gay ladye.' 
 
 IX 
 
 The King call'd on a gentleman, 
 
 James Boyd (the Earl of Arran his brother was he); 
 When James he came before the King, 
 
 He kneel'd before him on his knee. 
 
 X 
 
 ' Welcome, James Boyd ! ' said our noble King, 
 
 ' A message ye maun gang for me ; 
 Ye maun hie to Ettrick Forest, 
 
 To yon Outlaw, where dwelleth he. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Ask him of whom he holds his lands. 
 
 Or man wha may his master be, 
 And desire him come and be my man. 
 
 And hold of me yon forest free. 
 
 rede] advise. 
 
 375 
 
THE OUTLAW MURRAY 
 
 XII 
 
 ' To Edinburgh to come and gang, 
 
 A safe warrant I sail him gie ; 
 And gif he refuses to do that, 
 
 We'll conquess baith his lands and he. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' Thou mayst vow I'll cast his castle down, 
 And mak' a widow o' his gay ladye ; 
 
 I'll hang his merry men, pair by pair. 
 In ony frith where I may them see.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 James Boyd took his leave o' the noble King, 
 To Ettrick Forest fair cam' he ; 
 
 Down Birkendale Brae when that he cam', 
 He saw the fair forest wi' his e'e. 
 
 XV 
 
 Baith dae and rae, and hart and hin', 
 And of a' wild beasts great plentie ; 
 
 He heard the bows that boldly ring. 
 And arrows whidderand him near by. 
 
 XVI 
 
 Of that fair castle he got a sight ; 
 
 The like he ne'er saw wi' his e'e ! 
 On the fore-front o' that castle fair, 
 
 Twa unicorns were bra' to see ; 
 The picture of a knight, and lady bright. 
 
 And the green hollin abune their bree. 
 
 XVII 
 
 Thereat he spyed five hundred men. 
 Shooting with bows on Newark Lee ; 
 
 They were a' in ae livery clad, 
 
 C the Lincoln green sae gay to see. 
 
 frith] wood. whidderand] whizzing. 
 376 
 
THE OUTLAW MURRAY 
 
 XVIII 
 
 His men were a' clad in the green, 
 
 The knight was armed cap-a-pie, 
 With a bended bow, on a milkwhite steed ; 
 
 And I wot they rank'd right bonnilie. 
 
 XIX 
 
 Thereby Boyd kend he was master man, 
 And served him in his ain degree : 
 
 ' God mote thee save, brave Outlaw Murray ! 
 Thy ladye, and all thy chivalrie ! ' — 
 
 ' Marry, thou 's welcome, gentleman, 
 
 Some king's messenger thou seems to be.' — 
 
 XX 
 
 ' The King of Scotland sent me here. 
 And, gude Outlaw, I am sent to thee ; 
 
 I wad wot of whom ye hold your lands. 
 Or man wha may thy master be ? ' — 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Thir lands are mine,' tlie Outlaw said ; 
 
 ' I own nae king in Christentie ; 
 Frae Soudron I this forest wan, 
 
 When the King nor his knights were not to see.'- 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' He desires you'll come to Edinburgh, 
 And hauld of him this forest free ; 
 
 And, gif ye refuse to do this thing. 
 
 He'll conquess baith thy lands and thee. 
 
 He hath vow'd to cast thy castle down. 
 And mak' a widow o' thy gay ladye ; 
 
 Soudron] Southron, English. 
 
 377 
 
THE OUTLAW MURRAY 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' He'll hang thy merry men, pair by pair, 
 In ony frith where he may them find.' — 
 
 ' Ay, by my troth ! ' the Outlaw said, 
 ' Than wad I think me far behind. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' Ere the King my fair country get, 
 
 This land that 's nativest to me, 
 Mony o' his nobles sail be cauld, 
 
 Their ladies sail be right wearie.' 
 
 XXV 
 
 Then spak' his lady, fair of face : 
 
 She said, ' 'Twere without consent of me. 
 
 That an outlaw suld come before a King ; 
 I am right rad of treasonrie. 
 
 Bid him be gude to his lords at hame. 
 For Edinburgh my lord sail never see.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 James Boyd took his leave o' the Outlaw keen, 
 
 To Edinboro' boun' is he ; 
 When James he cam' before the King, 
 
 He kneeled lowly on his knee. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' Welcome, James Boyd ! ' said our noble King, 
 
 ' What forest is Ettrick Forest free ? ' — 
 ' Ettrick Forest is the fairest forest 
 
 That ever man saw wi' his e'e. 
 xxviii 
 ' There 's the dae, the rae, the hart, the hin', 
 
 And of a* wild beasts great plentie ; 
 There 's a pretty castle of lime and stane, 
 
 O gif it stands not pleasantlie ! 
 
 rad] afraid. 
 378 
 
THE OUTLAW MURRAY 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' There 's in the fore-front o' that castle 
 
 Twa unicorns, sae bra' to see ; 
 There 's the picture of a knight, and a lady bright, 
 
 Wi' the green hollin abune their bree. 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' There the Outlaw keeps five hundred men. 
 
 He keeps a royal companie ; 
 His merry men in ae livery clad, 
 
 O' the Lincoln green sae gay to see : 
 He and his lady in purjjle clad ; 
 
 O gin they live not royallie ! 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' He says, yon forest is his ain ; 
 
 He wan it frae the Soudronie ; 
 Sae as he wan it, sae will he keep it, 
 
 Contrair all kings in Christentie/ — 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' Gar warn me Perthshire, and Angus baith, 
 Fife, up and down, and Lothians three. 
 
 And graith my horse ! ' said our noble King, 
 ' For to Ettrick Forest hie will I me.' 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 Then word is gane the Outlaw till, 
 In Ettrick Forest, where dwelleth he, 
 
 That the King was comand to Ettrick Forest, 
 To conquess baith his lands and he. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 ' I mak' a vow,' the Outlaw said, 
 
 ' I mak' a vow, and that trulie : 
 Were there but three men to tak' my part. 
 
 Yon King's coming full dear suld be ! ' 
 
 graith] harness. 
 
 379 
 
THE OUTLAW MURRAY 
 
 XXXV 
 
 Then messengers he called forth, 
 And bade them hie them speedilye : 
 
 ' Ane of ye gae to HaJliday, 
 
 The Laird of the Corehead is he. 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 ' He certain is my sister's son ; 
 
 Bid him come quick and succour me ; 
 The King comes on for Ettrick Forest, 
 
 And landless men we a' will be.' — 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' What news ? what news ? ' said Halliday, 
 ' Man, frae thy master unto me ? ' — 
 
 ' Not as ye would ; seeking your aid ; 
 The King 's his mortal enemie.' — 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 ' Ay, by my troth ! ' said Halliday, 
 ' Even for that it repenteth me ; 
 
 For gif he lose fair Ettrick Forest, 
 He'll tak' fair Moffatdale frae me. 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 ' I'll meet him wi' five hundred men, 
 And surely mair, if mae may be ; 
 
 And before he gets the forest fair, 
 We a' will die on Newark Lee ! ' 
 
 XL 
 
 The Outlaw call'd a messenger, 
 And bid him hie him speedilye 
 
 To Andrew Murray of Cockpool : 
 ' That man 's a dear cousin to me ; 
 
 Desire him come and mak' me aid 
 With a' the power that he may be.' 
 380 
 
THE OUTLAW MURRAY 
 
 XLI 
 
 ' It Stands me hard,' Andrew Murray said, 
 ' Judge gif it stand na hard wi' me ; 
 
 To enter against a king wi' crown, 
 And set my lands in jeopardie ! 
 
 Yet, if I come not on the day, 
 Surely at night he sail me see.' 
 
 XLII 
 
 To Sir James Murray of Traquair, 
 
 A message came right speedilie : 
 ' What news ? what news ? ' James Murray said, 
 
 ' Man, frae thy master unto me ? ' — 
 
 XLIII 
 
 ' What needs I tell ? for weel ye ken 
 
 The King 's his mortal eneraie ; 
 And now he is coming to Ettrick Forest, 
 
 And landless men ye a' will be.' 
 
 XLIV 
 
 ' And, by my troth,' James Murray said, 
 ' Wi' that Outlaw will I live and dee ; 
 
 The King has gifted my lands lang syne — 
 It cannot be nae warse wi' me.' 
 
 XLV 
 
 The King was comand thro' Cadden Ford, 
 And full five thousand men was he ; 
 
 They saw the dark forest them before. 
 They thought it awsome for to see. 
 
 XLVI 
 
 Then spak' the Earl hight Hamilton, 
 
 And to the noble King said he, 
 ' My sovereign prince, some counsel tak', 
 
 First at your nobles, syne at me. 
 
THE OUTLAW MURRAY 
 
 XL VII 
 
 ' Desire him meet thee at Permanscore, 
 And bring four in his companie ; 
 
 Five earls sail gang yoursell before, 
 Gude cause that you suld honour'd be. 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 ' And, gif he refuses to do that, 
 
 With fire and sword we'll follow thee ; 
 
 There sail never a Murray, after him, 
 Hold land in Ettrick Forest free.' 
 
 XLIX 
 
 The King then call'd a gentleman, 
 Royal banner-bearer there was he, 
 
 James Hope Pringle of Torsonse by name ; 
 He cam' and kneel'd upon his knee. 
 
 ' Welcome, James Pringle of Torsonse ! 
 
 A message ye maun gae for me : 
 Ye maun gae to yon Outlaw Murray, 
 
 Surely where boldly bideth he. 
 
 LI 
 
 ' Bid him meet me at Permanscore, 
 And bring four in his companie ; 
 
 Five earls sail come mysell before, 
 Gude reason I suld honour'd be. 
 
 LI I 
 
 ' And gif he refuses to do that. 
 Bid him look for nae good o' me ; 
 
 There sail never a Murray, after him, 
 Have land in Ettrick Forest free.' 
 
 38" 
 
THE OUTLAW MURRAY 
 
 LIII 
 
 James cam' before the Outlaw keen, 
 And served him in his ain degree. — 
 
 ' Welcome, James Pringle of Torsonse ! 
 What message frae the King to me ?'— 
 
 LIV 
 
 ' He bids ye meet him at Permanscore, 
 And bring four in your company ; 
 
 Five earls sail gang himsell before, 
 Nae mair in number will he be. 
 
 LV 
 
 ' And gif you refuse to do that, 
 (I freely here upgive wi' thee,) 
 
 He'll cast your bonny castle down, 
 And mak' a widow o' your gay ladye. 
 
 There will never a Murray, after thysel!, 
 Have land in Ettrick Forest free.' — 
 
 LVI 
 
 ' It stands me hard/ the Outlaw said, 
 ' Judge gif it stands na hard wi' me : 
 
 What reck o' the losing of mysell ? — 
 But a' my offspring after me ! 
 
 Lvir 
 ' Auld Halliday, young Halliday, 
 
 Ye sail be twa to gang wi' me ; 
 Andrew Murray, and Sir James Murray, 
 
 We'll be nae mae in companie.' 
 
 Lvm 
 When that they cam' before the King, 
 
 They fell before him on their knee ; 
 ' Grant mercy, mercy, noble King ! 
 
 E'en for his sake that dyed on tree.' 
 
 383 
 
THE OUTLAW MURRAY 
 
 LIX 
 
 ' Siccan like mercy sail ye have ; 
 
 On gallows ye sail hangit be ! ' — 
 ' Over God's forbode,' quoth the Outlaw then, 
 
 ' I hope your grace will better be ! 
 Else, ere you come to Edinburgh port, 
 
 I trow thin guarded sail ye be. 
 
 LX 
 
 ' Thir lands of Ettrick Forest fair, 
 
 I wan them from the enemie ; 
 Like as I wan them, sae will I keep them, 
 
 Contrair a' kings in Christentie.' 
 
 LXI 
 
 All tlie nobles the King about, 
 Said pity it were to see him dee. 
 
 ' Yet grant me mercy, sovereign prince, 
 Extend your favour unto me ! 
 
 LXII 
 
 ' I'll give thee the keys of my castell, 
 Wi' the blessing o' my gay ladye. 
 
 Gin thou'It make me sheriff of this forest, 
 And a' my offspring after me.' — 
 
 Lxm 
 ' Wilt thou give me the keys of thy castell, 
 Wi' the blessing of thy gay ladye ? 
 * I'se make thee sheriff of Ettrick Forest, 
 Surely while upward grows the tree ; 
 If you be not traitor to the King, 
 Forfaulted sail thou never be.' 
 
 siccan] such. Forfaulted] forfeited 
 384 
 
THE OUTLAW MURRAY 
 
 LXIV 
 
 ' But, Prince, what sail come o' my men ? 
 
 When r gae back, traitor they'll ca' me. 
 I had rather lose my life and land, 
 
 Ere ray merry men rebuked me.' — 
 
 LXV 
 
 ' Will your merry men amend their lives. 
 An' a' their pardons I grant thee ? 
 
 Now, name thy lands where'er they lie. 
 And here I render them to thee.' — 
 
 LXVI 
 
 ' Fair Philiphaugh is mine by right. 
 And Lewinshope still mine shall be ; 
 
 Newark, Foulshiells, and Tinn^s baith, 
 My bow and arrow purchased me. 
 
 LXVII 
 
 ' And I have native steads to me, 
 The Newark Lee and Hanginshaw ; 
 
 I have mony steads in Ettrick Forest, 
 But them by name I dinna knaw.' 
 
 LXVIII 
 
 The keys of the castle he gave the King, 
 Wi' the blessing o' his fair ladye ; 
 
 He was made sheriff of Ettrick Forest, 
 Surely while upward grows the tree ; 
 
 And if he was na traitor to the King, 
 Forfaulted he suld never be. 
 
 LXIX 
 
 Wha ever heard, in ony times, 
 
 Siccar an outlaw in his degree 
 Sic favour get before a King, 
 
 As did Outlaw Murray of the forest free .' 
 
 lajS O 3*S 
 
8^. Glenlog, 
 
 I 
 
 FOUR-AND-TWENTY nobles rade to the King'sha', 
 But bonny Glenlogie was the flow'r o' them a'. 
 
 II 
 Lady Jeanie Melville cam' trippin' down the stair; 
 When she saw Glenlogie her hairt it grew sair. 
 
 Ill 
 She call'd to the footman that ran by his side : 
 Says, 'What is your lord's name, an' where does he bide?'— 
 
 IV 
 
 ' His name is Glenlogie when he is from home : 
 He 's of the gay Gordons, his name it is John.' — 
 
 V 
 
 ' Glenlogie, Glenlogie, an you will prove kind, 
 My love is laid on you ; I am tellin' my mind.' — 
 
 VI 
 
 He turn'd about lightly, as the Gordons do a' ; 
 
 Says, ' I thank you, Lady Jeanie, but I'm promised awa'.' 
 
 VII 
 
 She call'd on her maidens her bed for to make. 
 Her rings from her fingers she did them a' break. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Where will I get a bonny boy, to win hose and shoon, 
 To go to Glenlogie and bid Logic come ? ' 
 
 IX 
 
 When Glenlogie got the letter, amang noblemen, 
 ' I wonder,' said Glenlogie, ' what does young women mean \ 
 386 
 
GLENLOGIE 
 
 X 
 
 ' I wonder i' the vvarld what women see at me, 
 That bonny Jeanie Melville for my sake shou'd .dee ? 
 
 xr 
 ' what is my lineage, or what is my make, 
 That bonny Jeanie Melville shou'd dee for my sake ? 
 
 xir 
 ' Go saddle my black horse, go saddle liim soon, 
 Till I ride to Bethelnie, to see Lady Jean ! ' 
 
 XIII 
 
 When he came to Bethelnie, he rade round about, 
 And he saw Jeanie's father at the window look out. 
 
 XIV 
 
 When he came to the gateway, small mirth was there ; 
 But was weepin' and wailin', a' tearin' their hair. 
 
 XV 
 
 O pale and wan look'd she when Glenlogie came ben, 
 But red ruddy grew she whene'er he sat down. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Turn round Jeanie Melville, turn round to this side. 
 And I'll be the bridegroom, and you'll be the bride ! ' 
 
 XVII 
 
 O 'twas a merry weddin', and the portion down told. 
 Of bonny Jeanie Melville, scarce sixteen years old ! 
 
 3S7 
 
86. Lady Elspat 
 
 ' /^ BRENT 's your brow, my Lady Elspat ; 
 
 V^O gowden yellow is your hair ! 
 Of a' the maids o' fair Scotland 
 
 There 's nane like Lady Elspat fair.' 
 II 
 ' Perform your vows,' she says, ' Sweet William ; 
 
 The vows which ye ha' made to me ; 
 And at the back o' my mither's castle 
 This night I'll surely meet wi' thee.' 
 Ill 
 But wae be to her brother's page, 
 
 Wha lieard the words this twa did say ! 
 He's tauld them to her lady mither, 
 
 Wha wrought Sweet William mickle wae, 
 
 IV 
 
 For she 's ta'en him, Sweet William, 
 
 And she 's gar'd bind him wi 's bow-string. 
 
 Till the red blood o' his fair body 
 Frae ilka nail o' his hand did spring. 
 
 V 
 
 O it fell ance upon a time 
 
 That the Lord Justice came to town ; 
 Out she has ta'en him, Sweet William, 
 
 Brought him before the Lord Justice boun'. 
 
 VI 
 
 'And what is the crime now, madame,' he says, 
 ' Has been committed by this young man ? ' — 
 
 ' O he has broken my bonny castle, 
 
 That was well biggit wi' lime and stane. 
 brent] straight, smooth. biggit] built. 
 
LADY EL SPAT 
 
 VII 
 
 ' And he has broken my bonny coffers, 
 That was well bandit wi' aiken ban' ; 
 
 And he has stolen my rich jewels ; 
 I wot he has them every ane.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 Then out it spak' her Lady Elspat 
 As she sat by the Lord Justice' knee : 
 
 ' Now ye hae tauld your tale, mither, 
 
 I pray, Lord Justice, you'll now hear me. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' He hasna broken her bonny castle, 
 
 That was well biggit wi' lime and stane ; 
 
 Nor has he stolen her rich jewels, 
 For I wot she has them every one. 
 
 X 
 
 ' But tho' he was my first true love, 
 And tho' I had sworn to be his bride, 
 
 'Cause he had not a great estate 
 
 She would this way our loves divide.' 
 
 XI 
 
 Then out it spak' the Lord Justice 
 
 (I wot the tear was in his e'e) : 
 ' I see nae fault in this young man ; 
 
 Sae loose his bands, and set him free. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Tak' back your love now, Lady Elspat, 
 And my best blessing you baith upon ! 
 
 For gin he be your first true love. 
 He is my eldest sister's son. 
 
 bandit] bound. aiken] oaken. 
 
 ,189 
 
LADY EL SPAT 
 
 XIII 
 
 * There is a steed within my stable 
 
 Cost me baith gowd and white money ; 
 
 Ye'se get as mickle o' my free land 
 As he'll ride about in a summer's day.' 
 
 87. Jamie Douglas 
 
 1WAS a lady of high renown 
 As ever lived in the north countrle ; 
 I was a lady of high renown 
 
 When the Earl Douglas luved me. 
 
 II 
 And when we came through Glasgow toun, 
 
 We were a comely sight to see ; 
 My gude lord in the black velvet, 
 
 And I mysel' in cramasie. 
 
 Ill 
 But when we came to Douglas toun, 
 
 We were a fine sight to behold : 
 My gude lord in the cramasie 
 
 And I mysel' in the shining gold. 
 
 IV 
 
 And when that my auld son was born 
 And set upon his nurse's knee, 
 
 I was happy a woman as e'er was born, 
 And my gude lord he luv^d me. 
 
 cramasie} crimson, aul4] eldest. 
 390 
 
JAMIE DOUGLAS 
 
 V 
 
 But O an my young son was born 
 And set upon his nurse's knee 
 
 And I mysel' were dead and gane, 
 For a maid again I'll never be ! 
 
 VI 
 
 There cam' a man into this house, 
 And Jamie Lockhart was his name, 
 
 And it was told to my gude lord 
 That I was owre in love wi' him. 
 
 vn 
 
 wae be unto thee, Blackwood, 
 And ae an ill death may ye dee ! 
 
 For ye was the first and foremost man 
 That parted my gude lord and me. 
 
 VIII 
 
 1 sent a word to my gude lord, 
 
 ' Come down, and sit, and dine wi' me. 
 And I'll set thee on a chair of gowd. 
 And a siller towel on thy knee.' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' When cockle-shells turn silver bells, 
 And mussell grow on every tree. 
 
 When frost and snow turns fire to burn, 
 Then I'll sit down and dine wi' thee.' 
 
 X 
 
 When that my father he had word 
 That my gude lord had forsaken me. 
 
 He sent a fifty brisk dragoons 
 
 To fetch me home to my ain countrie. 
 
 39' 
 
JAMIE DOUGLAS 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Fare thee well, my Jamie Douglas ! 
 
 Fare thee well, ever dear to me ! 
 But O, an my young babe were born 
 
 And set upon some nourice' knee ! 
 
 XII 
 
 ' And fare thee well, my pretty palace ! 
 
 And fare ye well, my children three ! 
 God grant your father grace to be kind, 
 
 More kind to you than he was to me ! ' 
 
 XIII 
 
 Then slowly, slowly rase I up. 
 
 But quickly, quickly he cam' doun, 
 
 And when he saw me sit in my coach. 
 He made his drums and trumpets sound, 
 
 XIV 
 When we cam' in by Edinbro' town, 
 
 My father and mother they met me 
 Wi' trumpets soundin' on every side; 
 
 But it was nae music at a' to me. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Now hau'd your comfort my father dear, 
 And mother your weeping let abee ! 
 
 I'll never lye in another man's arms 
 Since my dear lord has forsaken me.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 It 's very true, and it 's aft-times said, 
 The hawk will flie far far frae her nest : 
 
 And a' the warld may plainly see 
 They are far frae me that I luve best. 
 39a 
 
JAMIE DOUGLAS 
 
 Lament 
 
 of Barbara, Marchioness of Douglas 
 
 XVII 
 
 waly, waly, up the bank, 
 
 And waly, waly, doun the brae. 
 And waly, waly, yon burn-side, 
 
 Where I and my Love wont to gae ! 
 xvm 
 
 1 lean'd my back unto an aik, 
 
 I thocht it was a trustie tree ; 
 But fust it bow'd and syne it brak— 
 Sae my true love did lichtlie me. 
 
 XIX 
 
 O waly, waly, gin love be bonnie 
 
 A little time while it is new ! 
 But when 'tis auld it waxeth cauld, 
 
 And fades awa' like morning dew. 
 
 XX 
 
 O wherefore should I busk my heid. 
 Or wherefore should I kame my hair ? 
 
 For my true Love has me forsook. 
 And says he'll never lo'e me mair. 
 
 XXI 
 
 Now Arthur's Seat sail be my bed. 
 The sheets sail ne'er be 'filed by me ; 
 
 Saint Anton's well sail be my drink ; 
 Since my true Love has forsaken me. 
 
 XXII 
 
 Marti'mas wind, when wilt thou blaw. 
 
 And shake the green leaves aff the tree ? 
 O gentle Death, when wilt thou come .' 
 For of my life I am wearie. 
 lichtlie] slight, treat with disrespect. 
 
 3 iis 
 
JAMIE DOUGLAS 
 
 XXIII 
 
 'Tis not the frost, that freezes fell, 
 Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie, 
 
 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry ; 
 But my Love's heart grown cauld to me, 
 
 XXIV 
 When we cam' in by Glasgow toun, 
 
 We were a comely sicht to see ; 
 My Love was clad in the black velvet. 
 
 And I mysel' in cramasie, 
 
 XXV 
 
 But had I wist, before I kist. 
 
 That love had been sae ill to win, 
 
 I had lock'd my heart in a case o' gowd, 
 And pinn'd it wi' a siller pin. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 And O ! if my young babe were born, 
 And set upon the nurse's knee ; 
 
 And I mysel' were dead and gane, 
 And the green grass growing over me ! 
 
 so* 
 
S8. I(atharme Johnstone 
 
 'X'HERE was a may, and a weel-far'd may, 
 
 Lived high up in yon glen ; 
 
 Her name was Katharine Johnstone 
 
 She was courted by mony men. 
 
 II 
 
 Doun cam' the Laird o' Lamington 
 
 Out frae the North Countrie, 
 All for to court this pretty may, 
 Her bridegroom for to be. 
 Ill 
 He tell'd na her father, he tell'd na her mither, 
 
 He tell'd na ane o' her kin, 
 But he tell'd the bonnie lass hersel' 
 An' her consent did win. 
 
 IV 
 
 But up then cam' Lord Faughanwood 
 
 Out frae the English Border, 
 And for to court this pretty may, 
 
 A' mounted in good order. 
 
 V 
 
 He 's tell'd her father, he 's tell'd her mither, 
 
 And a' the lave o' her kin ; 
 But he 's tell'd na the bonny lass hersel' 
 
 Till on her weddin'-e'en. 
 
 VI 
 
 She 's sent unto her first fere love. 
 
 Gin he would come to see, 
 And Lamington has sent back word 
 
 Weel answer'd should she be. 
 
 weel-far'd] well-favoured. lave] rest, fere] mate. 
 
 395 
 
KATHARINE JOHNSTONE 
 
 VII 
 
 Then he has sent a messenger 
 Right quietly thro' the land, 
 
 For four-and-twenty armed men 
 To ride at his command. 
 
 vrii 
 The bridegroom from a high window 
 
 Beheld baith dale and down, 
 And there he spied her first fere love 
 
 Cam' riding to the toun. 
 
 IX 
 
 She scoffed and she scorned him 
 
 Upon her weddin'-day, 
 And said it was the Fairy Court 
 
 He saw in sic array ! 
 
 X 
 
 When a' were at the dinner set, 
 Drinking the blude-red wine, 
 
 In cam' the Laird o' Lamington 
 The bridegroom 'should hae been, 
 
 XI 
 
 ' O come ye here to fight, young lord ? 
 
 Or come ye here to play ? 
 Or come ye here to drink good wine 
 
 Upon the weddin'-day ? ' — 
 
 XII 
 
 ' I come na here to -fight,' he said 
 
 ' I come na here to play-;- 
 I'll but lead a dance wi' the bonny tride. 
 
 And mount and go my way.' 
 
 39lJ 
 
KATHARINE JOHNSTONE 
 
 XIII 
 
 There was" a glass of the bliide-red wine 
 
 Was fill'd them up between, 
 But aye she drank to Lamington, 
 
 Wha her true love had been. 
 
 XIV 
 
 He's ta'en her by the milk-white hand, 
 And by the grass-green sleeve ; 
 
 He 's mounted her high behind himsel', 
 At her kin he 's spier'd nae leave. 
 
 XV 
 
 There were four-and-twenty bonny boys 
 A' clad in the Johnstone grey, 
 
 They swore they would tak' the bride again 
 By the strong hand, if they may. 
 
 XVI 
 
 It 's up, it 's up the Cowden bank, 
 
 It 's down the Cowden brae ; 
 The bride she gar'd the trumpet sound 
 
 ' It is a weel-won play ! ' 
 
 XVII 
 
 The blude ran down by Cowden bank 
 
 And down by Cowden brae. 
 But aye she gar'd the trumpet sound 
 
 ' It 's a' fair play ! ' 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' My blessing on your heart, sweet thing ! 
 
 Wae to your wilfu' will ! 
 Sae mony a gallant gentleman's blood 
 
 This day as ye've gar'd spill.' 
 
 spier'd] asked. 
 
KATHARINE JOHNSTONE 
 
 XIX 
 
 But a* you lords of fair England, 
 
 If you be English born, 
 Come never to Scotland to seek a wife 
 
 Or else ye'll get the scorn. 
 
 XX 
 
 They'll haik ye up, and settle ye by, 
 
 Until your weddin'-day ; 
 Then gie ye frogs instead o' fish. 
 
 And do ye foul, foul play. 
 
 8g. Johnie Armstrong 
 
 I 
 
 SUM speiks of lords, sum speiks of lairds, 
 And sick lyke men of hie degrie ; 
 Of a gentleman I sing a sang, 
 
 Sum tyme called Laird of Gilnockie. 
 
 The King he wrytes a luving letter, 
 
 With his ain hand sae tenderly. 
 And he hath sent it to Johnie Armstrang, 
 
 To cum and speik with him speedily. 
 
 Ill 
 The Eliots and Armstrangs did convene ; 
 
 They were a gallant cumpanie — 
 ' We'll ride and meit our lawful King, 
 
 And bring him safe to Gilnockie.' 
 
 haik ye up] hold you in suspense. settle ye by] keep yon 
 
 waiting aside. 
 398 
 
JOHNIE ARMSTRONG 
 
 IV 
 
 ' Make kinnen and capon ready, then, 
 
 And venison in great plentie ; 
 We'll wellcum here our royal King ; 
 
 I hope he'll dine at Gilnockie ! ' — 
 
 V 
 
 They ran their horse on the Langholme howm, 
 And brak their sjaears wi' mickle main ; 
 
 The ladies lukit frae their loft windows — 
 ' God bring our men weel hame agen 1 ' 
 
 vr 
 When Johnie cam' before the King, 
 
 Wi' a' his men sae brave to see. 
 The King he movit his bonnet to him ; 
 
 He ween'd he was King as weel as he, 
 
 vn 
 ' May I find grace, my sovereign liege, 
 
 Grace for my loyal men and me ? 
 For my name it is Johnie Armsti-ang, 
 
 And a subject of yours, my liege,' said he. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Away, away, thou traitor Strang ! 
 
 Out o' my sight soon mayst thou be ! 
 I grantit never a traitor's life. 
 
 And now I'll not begin wi' thee.' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Grant me my life, my liege, my King ! 
 
 And a bonny gift I'll gie to thee : 
 Full four-and -twenty milk-white steids, 
 
 Were a' foal'd in ae yeir to me, 
 
 kinnen] rabbits. 
 
 3W 
 
JOHNIE ARMSTRONG 
 
 X 
 
 ' I'll gie thee a' these milk-white steids, 
 That prance and nicker at a speir ; 
 
 And as mickle gude Inglish gilt, 
 
 As four o' their braid backs dow bear,' — 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Away, away, thou traitor Strang ! 
 
 Out o' my sight soon mayst thou be ! 
 I grantit never a traitor's life, 
 
 And now I'll not begin wi' thee ! ' — 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Grant me my life, my liege, my King ! 
 
 And a bonny gift I'll gie to thee : 
 Gude four-and-twenty ganging mills. 
 
 That gang thro' a' the yeir to me. 
 
 XIII 
 
 'These four-and-twenty mills complete 
 Sail gang for thee thro' a' the yeir ; 
 
 And as mickle of gude reid wheit, 
 As a' thair happers dow to bear.' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' Away, away, thou traitor Strang ! 
 
 Out o' my sight soon mayst thou be ! 
 I grantit never a traitor's life. 
 
 And now I'll not begin wi' thee.' — 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Grant me my life, my liege, my King ! 
 
 And a great great gift I'll gie to thee : 
 Bauld four-and-twenty sisters' sons. 
 
 Sail for thee fetch, tho' a' should flee ! ' — 
 
 nicker] neigh. gilt] gold. dow] are able to, ganging] 
 going. happers] mill-hoppers. 
 400 
 
JOHNIE ARMSTRONG 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' A*ay, away, thou traitor Strang ! 
 
 Out o' my sight soon mayst thou be ! 
 I grantit never a traitor's life, 
 
 And now I'll not begin wi' thee.' — 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' Grant me my life, my liege, my King ! 
 
 And a brave gift I'll gie to thee : 
 All between heir and Newcastle town 
 
 Sail pay their yeirly rent to thee.' — 
 
 xvm 
 ' Away, away, thou traitor Strang ! 
 
 Out o' my sight soon mayst thou be ! 
 I grantit never a traitor's life, 
 
 And now I'll not begin wi' thee.' — 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Ye lied, ye lied, now. King,' he says, 
 ' Altho' a King and Prince ye be ! 
 
 For I've luved naething in my life, 
 I weel dare say it, but honesty : 
 
 XX 
 
 ' Save a fat horse, and a fair woman, 
 
 Twa bonny dogs to kill a deir ; 
 But England suld have found me meal and mault, 
 
 Gif I had lived this hundred yeir ! 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' She suld have found me meal and mault. 
 And beef and mutton in a' plentie ; 
 
 But never a Scots wyfe could have said 
 That e'er I skaith'd her a puir flee. 
 
 skalth'd] hurt, wronged. 
 
 401 
 
JOHNIE ARMSTRONG 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' To seik het water beneith cauld ice, 
 
 Surely it is a greit folic — 
 I have asked grace at a graceless face, 
 
 But there is nane for my men and me ! 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' But had I kenn'd ere I cam' frae hame, 
 How thou unkind wadst been to me ! 
 
 I wad have keepit the Border side, 
 In spite of all thy force and thee. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' Wist England's King that I was ta'en, 
 
 O gin a blythe man he wad be ! 
 For anes I slew his sister's son. 
 
 And on his breist bane brak a trie.' 
 
 XXV 
 
 John wore a girdle about his middle, 
 Imbroider'd owre wi' burning gold, 
 
 Bespangled wi' the same metal, 
 Maist beautiful was to behold. 
 
 xxvt 
 There hung nine targats at Johnie's hat. 
 
 And ilk ane worth three hundred pound — 
 ' What wants that knave that a King suld have, 
 
 But the sword of honour and the crown ? 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' O where got thou these targats, Johnie, 
 That blink sae brawlie abune thy brie ? ' — 
 
 ' I gat them in the field fechting, 
 
 Where, cruel King, thou durst not be. 
 
 targats] round ornaments. blink sae brawlie] glance so 
 
 bravely. brie] brow. 
 403 
 
JOHNIE ARMSTRONG 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' Had I my horse, and harness gude, 
 
 And riding as I wont to be, 
 It suld have been tauld this hundred yeir, 
 
 The meeting of my King and me ! 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' God be with thee, Kirsty, my brother, 
 Lang live thou Laird of Mangertoun ! 
 
 Lang mayst thou live on the Border syde, 
 Ere thou see thy brother ride up and doun ! 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' And God be with thee, Kirsty, my son, 
 Where thou sits on thy nurse's knee ! 
 
 But an thou live this hundred yeir, 
 Thy father's better thou'lt never be. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' Farewell ! my bonny Gilnock hall, 
 
 Where on Esk side thou standest stout I 
 
 Gif I had lived but seven yeirs mair, 
 I wad hae gilt thee round about.' 
 
 XXXII 
 
 John murder'd was at Carlinrigg, 
 
 And all his gallant companie ; 
 But Scotland's heart was ne'er sae wae, 
 
 To see sae mony brave men die — 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 Because they saved their country deir 
 
 Frae Englishmen ! Nane were sa bauld, 
 
 Whyle Johnie lived on the Border syde, 
 Nane of them durst cum neir his hauld. 
 
 403 
 
po. Clyde Water. 
 
 I 
 
 WILLIE stands in his stable door, 
 And clapping at his steed, 
 And over his white iingers 
 His nose began to bleed. 
 
 II 
 ' Gie corn unto my horse, mither, 
 
 Gie meat unto my man ; 
 For I maun gang to Margaret's hour 
 
 Before the nicht comes on.' — 
 
 in 
 ' O bide at hame this nicht, Willie, 
 
 This ae bare nicht wi' me : 
 The bestan bed in a' my house 
 
 Sail be well made to thee. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' O bide at hame this nicht, Willie, 
 
 This ae bare nicht wi' me : 
 The bestan bird in a' the roost 
 
 At your supper, son, sail be.' — 
 
 V 
 
 ' A' your beds and a' your roosts 
 
 I value not a pin ; 
 But I sail gae to my love's gates 
 
 This nicht, gif I can win.' — 
 
 VI 
 
 ' O stay at home, my son Willie, 
 The wind blaws cauld an' sour ; 
 
 The nicht will be baith mirk and late 
 Before ye reach her hour.' — 
 
 404 
 
CLYDE WATER 
 
 VII 
 
 ' O though the nicht were ever sae dark, 
 Or the wind blew riever sae cauld, 
 
 I will be in my Margaret's hour 
 Before twa hours be tald.' — 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' O an ye gang to Margaret's bour 
 
 Sae sair against my will, 
 1' the deepest pot o' Clyde's water 
 
 My malison ye'se.feel.' 
 
 IX 
 
 As he rade owre yon high high hill, 
 
 And doun yon dowie den, 
 The roaring that was in Clyde's water 
 
 Wad fley'd live hundied men. 
 
 X 
 
 His heart was warm, his pride was up, 
 
 Sweet Willie kentna fear; 
 But yet his mither's malison 
 
 Aye soundit in his ear. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' O spare, O spare me, Clyde's water i 
 Your stream rins wondrous Strang : 
 
 Mak' me your wrack as I come back, 
 But spare me as I gang! ' 
 
 XII 
 
 Then he rade in, and further in, 
 
 And he swam to an' fro. 
 Until he 's grippit a hazel bush 
 
 That brung him to the brow. 
 
 malison] curse. dowie] dismal, gloomy. fley'd] 
 
 frightened. 
 
 405 
 
CLYDE WATER 
 
 XIII 
 
 Then he is on to Margaret's hour, 
 
 And tirled at the pin ; 
 But doors were steek'd and windows barr'd, 
 
 And nane wad let him in. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' O open the door to me, Marg'ret ! 
 
 O open and let me in ! 
 For my boots are fu' o' Clyde's water 
 
 And the rain rins owre my chin.' — 
 
 XV 
 
 ' I darena open the door to you, 
 
 Nor darena let you in ; 
 For my mither she is fast asleep, 
 
 And I maun mak' nae din.' — 
 
 xvi 
 ' hae ye ne'er a stable ? ' he says, 
 
 ' Or hae ye ne'er a barn ? 
 Or hae ye ne'er a wild-goose house 
 
 Where I might rest till morn ? ' — 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' My barn it is fu' o' corn,' she says, 
 
 ' My stable is fu' o' hay ; 
 My house is fu' o' merry young men ; 
 
 They winna remove till day.' — 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' O fare ye weel then, May Marg'ret, 
 
 Sin' better may na be ! 
 I've gotten my mither's malison 
 This nicht, coming to thee.' 
 406 
 
CLYDE WATER 
 
 XIX 
 He 's mounted on his coal-black steed, 
 
 — O but his heart was wae ! 
 But ere he came to Clyde's water 
 
 'Twas half up owre the brae. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' An hey, Willie ! an hoa, Willie ! 
 
 Winna ye turn agen ? ' 
 But aye the louder that she cried 
 
 He rade agenst the win'. 
 
 XXI 
 
 As he rade owre yon high high hill, 
 
 And doun yon dowie den, 
 The roaring that was in Clyde's water 
 
 Wad fley'd a thousand men. 
 
 XXII 
 
 Then he rade in, and farther in, 
 
 Till he cam' to the chine ; 
 The rushing that was in Clyde's water 
 
 Took Willie's riding-cane. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 He lean'd him owre his saddle-bow 
 
 To catch the rod by force ; 
 The rushing that was in Clyde's water 
 
 Took Willie frae his horse. 
 
 XXIV 
 ' O how can I turn my horse's head ? 
 
 How can I learn to sowm ? 
 I've gotten my mither's malison, 
 
 And it 's here that I maun drown ! ' 
 
 sowm] swim. 
 
 407 
 
CLYDE WATER 
 
 XXV 
 
 he swam high, and he swam low, 
 And he swam to and fro, 
 
 But he couldna spy the hazel-bush 
 Wad bring him to the brow. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 He 's sunk and he never rase agen 
 
 Into the pot sae deep . . . 
 And up it waken'd May Margaret 
 
 Out o' her drowsie sleep. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' Come hither, come here, my mither dear, 
 Read me this dreary dream ; 
 
 1 dream'd my Willie was at our gates, 
 
 And nane wad let him in.' — 
 
 xxvm 
 ' Lie still, lie still now, my Meggie : 
 
 Lie still and tak' your rest ; 
 Sin' your true-love was at your gates 
 
 It 's but twa quarters past.' — 
 
 XXIX 
 
 Nimbly, nimbly rase she up, 
 
 And nimbly put she on ; 
 And the higher that the lady cried, 
 
 The louder blew the win'. 
 
 XXX 
 
 The firstan step that she stept in, 
 
 She steppit to the queet : 
 ' Ohon, alas ! ' said that lady, 
 
 This water 's wondrous deep.* 
 
 queet] ankle. 
 408 
 
CLYDE WATER 
 
 XXXI 
 
 The neistan step that she stept in, 
 She waded to the knee ; 
 
 Says she, ' I cou'd wade farther in, 
 If I my love cou'd see.' 
 
 XXXII 
 
 The neistan step that she wade in. 
 
 She waded to the chin ; 
 The deepest pot in Clyde's water 
 
 She got sweet Willie in. 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' Ye've had a cruel mither, Willie ! 
 
 And I have had anither ; 
 But we sail sleep in Clyde's water 
 
 Like sister an' like brither.' 
 
 p/. Toung Benjie 
 
 OF a' the maids o' fair Scotland, 
 The fairest was Marjorie ; 
 And young Benjie was her ae true love, 
 And a dear true-love was he. 
 
 n 
 And wow ! but they were lovers dear, 
 
 And loved fu' constantlie ; 
 But ay the mair when they fell out. 
 
 The sairer was their plea. 
 
 plea] quarrel. 
 
 +09 
 
YOUNG BENJIE 
 
 And they hae quarrell'd on a day,- 
 Till Marjorie's heart grew wae, 
 
 And she said she'd chuse another luve, 
 And let young Benjie gae. 
 
 rv 
 And he was stout, and proud-.hearted, 
 
 And thought o't bitterlie, 
 And he 's gaen by the wan moon-light, 
 
 To meet his Marjorie. 
 
 V 
 
 ' O open, open, my true love ! 
 
 O open, and let me in ! ' — 
 I dare na open, young Benjie, 
 
 My three brothers are within. — 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Ye lied, ye lied, my bonny burd, 
 
 Sae loud 's I hear ye lie ; 
 As I came by the Lowden banks, 
 
 They bade gude e'en to me. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' But fare ye weel, my ae fause love," 
 That I hae loved sae lang ! 
 
 It sets ye chuse another love, 
 And let young Benjie gang.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 Then Marjorie turned her round about. 
 
 The tear blinding her e'e, 
 ' I darena, darena let thee in. 
 
 But I'll come down to thee.' 
 
 sets] befits. 
 410 
 
YOUNG BENJIE 
 
 IX 
 
 Then saft she smiled, and said to him, 
 
 ' O what ill hae I done ? ' 
 He took her in his armis twa, 
 
 And threw her o'er the linn. 
 
 X 
 
 The stream was Strang, the maid was stout, 
 
 And laith laith to be dang ; 
 But, ere she wan the Lowden banks, 
 
 Her fair colour was wan. 
 
 XI 
 
 Then up bespak her eldest brother, 
 
 ' O see na ye what I see ? ' 
 And out then spak her second brother, 
 
 ' It 's our sister Marjorie ! ' 
 
 XII 
 
 Out then spak her eldest brother, 
 
 ' O how shall we her ken ? ' 
 And out then spak her youngest brother, 
 
 ' There 's a honey mark on her chin.' 
 
 XIII 
 
 Then they've ta'en up the comely corpse. 
 
 And laid it on the grund : 
 ' O wha has killed our ae sister, 
 
 And how can he be found ? 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' The night it is her low lykewake, 
 
 The morn her burial day, 
 And we maun watch at mirk midnight, 
 
 And hear what she will say.' 
 
 linn] stream, dang] overcome, lykewake] corpse-watching. 
 
 4" 
 
YOUNG BENJIE 
 
 XV 
 
 Wi' doors ajnr, and candle-light, 
 And torches burning clear, 
 
 Tlie streikit corpse, till still midnight, 
 They waked, but naething hear. 
 
 XVI 
 
 About the middle o' the night. 
 
 The cocks began to craw. 
 And at the dead hour o' the night, 
 
 The corpse began to thraw. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' O wha has done the wrang, sister. 
 
 Or dared the deadly sin ? 
 Wha was sae stout, and feared nae dout, 
 
 As thraw ye o'er the linn ? ' — 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' Young Benjie was the first ae man, 
 
 I laid my love upon ; 
 He was sae stout and proud-hearted, 
 
 He threw me o'er the linn.' — 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Sail we young Benjie head, sister, 
 Sail we young Benjie hang. 
 
 Or sail we pike out his twa gray e'en, 
 And punish him ere he gang ? ' — 
 
 XX 
 
 ' Ye mauna Benjie head, brothers. 
 
 Ye mauna Benjie hang. 
 But ye maun pike out his twa gray e'en, 
 
 And punish him ere he gang. 
 
 streikit] stretched out. thraw] twist, writhe. 
 
 +13 
 
YOUNG BENJIE 
 
 ' Tie a green gravat round his neck, 
 
 And lead him out and in, 
 And the best ae servant about your house, 
 
 To wait young Benjie on, 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' And ay, at eveiy seven years' end, 
 
 Ye'll tak him to the linn ; 
 For that 's the penance he maun drie, 
 
 To scug his deadly sin.' 
 
 p2. yinnan Water 
 
 I 
 
 ANNAN water 's wading deep, . 
 ir\ And my love Annie 's wondrous bonny; 
 And. I am laith she suld weet her feet, 
 Because I love her best of ony. 
 
 ' Gar saddle me the bonny black, 
 
 Gar saddle sune, and make liim ready ; 
 
 For I will down the Gatehope-Slack, 
 And all to see my bonny ladye.' 
 
 Ill 
 He has loupen on the bonny black, 
 
 He stirr'd him wi' the spur right sairly } 
 But, or he wan the Gatehope-Slack, 
 
 I think the steed was wae and weary. 
 
 gravat] cravat, collar. drie] endure. scug] screen; expiate. 
 
 4 IS 
 
ANNAN WATEPv 
 
 IV 
 
 He has loupen on the bonny grey, 
 
 He rade the right gate and the ready ; 
 
 I trow he would neither stint nor stay, 
 For he was seeking his bonny ladye. 
 
 V 
 
 he has ridden o'er field and fell, 
 Through muir and moss, and mony a mire : 
 
 His spurs o' steel were sair to bide. 
 And frae her fore-feet flew the fire. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Now, bonny grey, now play your part ! 
 
 Gin ye be the steed that wins my deary, 
 Wi' corn and hay ye'se be fed for aye, 
 
 And never spur sail make you wearie.' 
 
 VII 
 
 The grey was a mare, and a right good mare ; 
 
 But when she wan the Annan water. 
 She couldna hae ridden a furlong mair, 
 
 Had a thousand merks been wadded at her. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' O boatman, boatman, put off your boat ! 
 Put off your boat for gowden money ! 
 
 1 cross the drumly stream the night. 
 
 Or never mair I see my honey.' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O I was sworn sae late yestreen, 
 And not by ae aith, but by many ; 
 
 And for a' the gowd in fair Scotland, 
 I dare na take ye through to Annie.' — 
 
 gate] way. wadded] wagered. drumly] tnrbidi 
 414 
 
ANNAN WATER 
 
 The side was stey, and the bottom deep, 
 Frae bank to brae the water pouring ; 
 
 And the bonny grey mare did sweat for fear, 
 For she heard the water-kelpy roaring. 
 
 O he has pu'd aff his dapperpy coat, 
 The silver buttons glanced bonny ; 
 
 The waistcoat bursted aff his breast, 
 He was sae full of melancholy. 
 
 XII 
 
 He has ta'en the ford at that stream tail ; 
 
 I wot he swam both strong and steady, 
 But the stream was broad, and his strength did fail, 
 
 And he never saw his bonny ladye ! 
 
 XIII 
 
 O wae betide the frush saugh wand ! 
 
 And wae betide the bush of brier ! 
 It brake into my true love's hand, 
 
 When his strength did fail, and his limbs did tire. 
 
 XIV 
 ' And wae betide ye, Annan Water, 
 
 This night that ye are a drumlie river ! 
 For over thee I'll build a bridge, 
 
 That ye never more true love may sever.' — 
 
 stey] steep. water-kelpy] water-sprite. dapperpy] 
 
 diapered. frush] brittle. saugh] willow. 
 
 415 
 
pj. l^are Willy drowned in Tatrorv 
 
 'W/ILLY's rare, and Willy's fair, 
 VV And Willy 's wondrous bonny ; 
 
 And Willy heght to marry me. 
 Gin e'er he marryd ony. 
 
 ' Yestreen I made my bed fu' braid, 
 The night I'll make it narrow. 
 
 For a' the live-long winter's night 
 I lie twin'd of my marrow. 
 
 Ill 
 
 ' O came you by yon water-side ? 
 
 Pu'd' you the rose or lilly ? 
 Or came you by yon meadow green ? 
 
 Or saw you my sweet Willy ? ' 
 
 She sought him east, she sought him west, 
 She sought him braid and narrow ; 
 
 Sine, in the clifting of a craig, 
 
 She found him drown'd in Yarrow. 
 
 heght] promised. twin'd] deprived. marrow] mate, 
 
 clifting] cleft. 
 
 416 
 
P4- The Duke of Gordon'' s Daughter 
 
 I 
 
 THE Duke of Gordon had three daughters, 
 Elizabeth, Marg'ret and Jean ; 
 They would not stay in bonny Castle Gordon, 
 But they went to bonny Aberdeen. 
 
 II 
 They had not been in bonny Aberdeen 
 
 A twelvemonth and a day. 
 Lady Jean fell in love with Captain Ogilvie 
 
 And awa' with him she would gae. 
 
 Ill 
 Word came to the Duke of Gordon, 
 
 In the chamber where he lay. 
 Lady Jean was in love with Captain Ogilvie, 
 
 And from him she would not stay. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' Go saddle to me the black horse. 
 
 And you'll ride on the grey, 
 And I will gang to bonny Aberdeen 
 
 Forthwith to bring her away.' 
 
 V 
 
 They were not a mile from Aberdeen, 
 
 A mile but only one. 
 Till he met with his two daughters, 
 
 But awa' was Lady Jean. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Where is your sister, maidetfs ? 
 
 Where is your sister now ? 
 Say, what is become of your sister, 
 
 That she is not walking with you ? ' 
 
THE DUKE OF GORDON'S DAUGHTER 
 
 ' O pardon us, honoui'd father, 
 O pardon us ! ' they did say ; 
 
 ' Lady Jean is wed with Captain Ogilvie, 
 And from him she will not stay.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 [Then an angry man the Duke rade on] 
 Till he came to bonny Aberdeen, 
 
 And there did he see brave Captain Ogilvie 
 A-training of his men on the green, 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O woe be to thee, thou Captain Ogilvie ! 
 
 And an ill death thou shalt dee. 
 For taking to thee my daughter Jean 
 
 High hangit shalt thou be.' 
 
 X 
 
 The Duke has written a broad letter, 
 To the King [with his own han' ;] 
 
 It was to hang Captain Ogilvie 
 If ever he hang'd a man. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' I will not hang Captain Ogilvie 
 
 For no lord that 1 see ; 
 But I'll gar him put off the broad scarlet. 
 
 And put on the single livery.' 
 
 XII 
 
 Now word came to Captain Ogilvie, 
 
 In the chamber where he lay, 
 To cast off the gold lace and scarlet, 
 
 And put on the single livery. 
 
 single livery] private's uniform. 
 418 
 
THE DUKE OF GORDON'S DAUGHTER 
 
 ' If this be for bonny Jeanie Gordon, 
 
 This penance I can take wi' ; 
 If this be for dear Jeanie Gordon, 
 
 All this and mair will I dree.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 Lady Jeanie had not been married 
 
 A year but only three, 
 Till she had a babe upon every arm 
 
 And another upon her knee. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' O but I'm weary of wand'rin' ! 
 
 O but ray fortune is bad ! 
 It sets not the Duke of Gordon's daughter 
 
 To follow a soldier lad. 
 
 XV t 
 ' O but I'm weary, weary wand'rin' ! 
 
 O but I think it lang ! 
 It sets not the Duke of Gordon's daughter 
 
 To follow a single man. 
 xvil 
 ' O hold thy tongue, Jeanie Gordon, 
 
 O hold thy tongue, my lamb ! 
 For once I was a noble captain. 
 
 Now for thy sake a single man.' 
 
 XVIII 
 
 But when they came to the Highland hills, 
 
 Cold was the frost and snow ; 
 Lady Jean's shoes they were all torn, 
 
 No farther could she go. 
 
 dree] endure. 
 
 419 
 
THE DUKE OF GORDON'S DAUGHTER 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Now woe to the hills and the mountains ! 
 
 Woe to the wind and the rain ! 
 My feet is sair wi' going barefoot : 
 
 No farther can I gang. 
 
 .XX 
 
 ' O were I in the glens o' Foudlen, 
 
 Where hunting I have been, 
 I would go to bonny Castle Gordon, 
 
 There I'd get hose and sheen ! ' 
 
 XXI 
 
 When they came to bonny Castle Gordon, 
 
 And standing on the green. 
 The porter out witli loud loud shout, 
 
 ' O here comes our Lady Jean ! ' — 
 
 xxir 
 ' You are welcome, bonny Jeanie Gordon, 
 
 You are dear welcome to me ; 
 You are welcome, dear Jeanie Gordon, 
 
 But awa' with your Ogilvie! ' 
 
 XXIII 
 
 Over-seas now went the Captain, 
 
 As a soldier under command; 
 But a message soon follow'd after. 
 
 To come home for to heir his land. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' O what does this mean ?' says the Captain; 
 
 ' Where 's my brother's children three ? ' — 
 ' They are a' o' them dead and buried : 
 
 Come home, pretty Captain Ogilvie ! ' 
 
 sheen] shoes. 
 420 
 
THE DUKE OF GORDON'S DAUGHTER 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' Then hoist up your sail,' says the Captain, 
 ' And we'll hie back owre the sea ; 
 
 And I'll gae to bonny Castle Gordon, 
 There my dear Jeanie to see.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 He came to bonny Castle Gordon, 
 
 And upon the green stood he : 
 The porter out with a loud loud shout, 
 
 'Here comes our Captain Ogilvie ! ' — 
 
 ' You're welcome, pretty Captain Ogilvie, 
 Your fortune 's advanced, I hear ; 
 
 No stranger can come to my castle 
 That I do love so dear.' — 
 
 ' Put up your hat, Duke of Gordon ; 
 
 Let it fa' not from your head. 
 It never set the noble Duke of Gordon 
 
 To bow to a single soldier lad. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' Sir, the last time I was at your Castle, 
 
 You would not let me in ; 
 Now I'm come for my wife and children, 
 
 No friendship else I claim.' 
 
 XXX 
 
 Down the stair Lady Jean came tripping, 
 
 With the saut tear in her e'e ; 
 She had a babe in every arm, 
 
 And another at her knee. 
 
 4»i 
 
THE DUKE OF GORDON'S DAUGHTER 
 
 The Captain took her straiglit in liis arms, 
 — P a liapijy man was he! — 
 
 Saying, ' Welcome, bonny Jeanie Gordon, 
 My Countess o' Cumberland to be ! ' 
 
 py. The Bonny Earl of Murray 
 
 YE Highlands and ye Lawlands, 
 O where liae ye been ? 
 They hae slain the Earl of Murray, 
 And hae laid him on the green. 
 
 Now wae be to thee, Huntley ! 
 
 And whairfore did ye sae ! 
 I bade you bring him wi' you, 
 
 But forbade you him to slay. 
 
 He was a braw gallant. 
 And he rid at the ring ; 
 
 And the bonny Earl of Murray, 
 O he might hae been a king ! 
 
 IV 
 
 He was a biaw gallant, 
 And he play'd at the ba' ; 
 
 And the bonny Earl of Murray 
 Was the flower amang them a' ! 
 
 423 
 
THE BONNY EARL OF MURRAY 
 
 He was a braw gallant, 
 
 And he play'd at the gluve ; 
 And the bonny Earl of Murray, 
 
 O he was the Queen's luve ! 
 
 VI 
 
 O lang will his Lady 
 
 Look owre the Castle Downe, 
 
 Ere she see the Earl of Murray 
 Come sounding through the town ! 
 
 p<f. Bonny George Campbell 
 
 I 
 
 HIE upon Hielands, 
 And laigh upon Tay, 
 Bonny George Campbell 
 
 Rade out on a day : 
 Saddled and bridled, 
 
 Sae gallant to see, 
 Hame cam' his gude horse, 
 
 But never cam' he. 
 II 
 Down ran his auld mither, 
 
 Greetin' fu' sair ; 
 Out ran his bonny bride. 
 
 Reaving her hair ; 
 ' My meadow lies green, 
 
 And my corn is unshorn. 
 My barn is to bigg, 
 
 And my babe is unborn.' 
 
 laigh] low. greeting] crying, lamenting. Reaving] tearing, 
 bigg] build. 
 
 423 
 
BONNY GEORGE CAMPBELL 
 
 III 
 Saddled and bridled 
 
 And booted rade he ; 
 A plume in his helmet, 
 
 A sword at his knee ; 
 But toom cam' his saddle 
 
 A' bluidy to see, 
 O hame cam' his gude horse, 
 
 But never cam' he ! 
 
 toom] empty. 
 
 434 
 
BOOK IV 
 
 p7- Judas 
 
 I 
 
 HIT wes upon a Scere-thorsday 
 that ure loverd aros ; 
 Fill milde were the wordes 
 he spec to Judas. 
 
 II 
 ' Judas, thou most to Jurselem, • 
 
 oure mete for to bugge ; 
 Thritti platen of selver 
 
 thou here up othi rugge. 
 
 Ill 
 ' Thou comest fer ithe brode stret, 
 
 fer ithe brode strete, 
 Summe of thine tunesmen 
 
 ther thou meist i-mete.' 
 
 IV 
 
 Imette wid is soster, 
 
 the swikele wimon : 
 ' Judas, thou were wrthe 
 
 me stende the wid ston, 
 For the false prophete 
 
 that tou bilevest upon.' 
 
 Scere-thorsday] Thursday before Easter, ure loverd] our lord 
 b"gge] buy. platen] plates, i. e. coins; pieces. rugge] 
 
 ridge, back. tunesmen] townsmen. Imette] being met. 
 
 swikele] treacherous. wrthe] worthy. me stende, &c.] 
 
 men stoned thee. 
 
 P 3 ■ 4as 
 
JUDAS 
 
 V 
 
 ' Be stille, leve soster, 
 thin herte the to-breke ! 
 
 Wiste min loverd Crist, 
 
 ful wel he wolde be wreke.' 
 
 g8. St. Stephen and I\jng Herod 
 
 SAINT STEPHEN was a clerk 
 In King Herod's hall, 
 And served him of bread and cloth 
 As every king befall. 
 
 II 
 Stephen out of kitchen came 
 
 With boar's head on hand, 
 He saw a star was fair and bright 
 
 Over Bethlehem stand. 
 
 Ill 
 He cast adown the boar's head 
 
 And went into the hall ; 
 ' I forsake thee, Herod, 
 
 And thy workes all. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' I forsake thee, King Herod, 
 
 And thy workes all, 
 There is a child in Bethlehem born. 
 ~. Is better than we all.' — 
 
 436 
 
 leve] dear. wreke] avenged. 
 
ST. STEPHEN AND KING HEROD 
 
 V 
 
 ' What aileth thee, Steplien ? 
 
 What is thee befall ? 
 Lacketh thee either meat or drink 
 
 In King Herod's hall ? '— 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Lacketh me neither meat ne drink 
 
 In King Herod's hall ; 
 There is a child in Bethlehem born 
 
 Is better than we all.' — 
 
 vn 
 ' What aileth thee, Stephen ? 
 
 Art wode or 'ginnest to brede ? 
 Lacketh thee either gold or fee, 
 
 Or any rich weed ? ' — 
 
 VHI 
 
 ' Lacketh me neither gold ne fee 
 
 Ne none rich weed ; 
 There is a child in Bethlehem born 
 
 Shall helpen us at our need.' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' That is all so sooth, Stephen, 
 
 All so sooth, I-wys, 
 As this capon crowe shall 
 
 That li'th here in my dish.' 
 
 X 
 
 That word was not so "soon said. 
 
 That word in that hall. 
 The capon crew Chrhtus natus est 
 
 Among the lordes all. 
 
 wode] mad. brede] become (mad). weed] clothing. 
 
 427 
 
ST. STEPHEN AND KING HEROD 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Risit up, my tormentors, 
 
 By two and all by one, 
 And leadit Stephen out of this town, 
 
 And stonit him with stone.' 
 
 XII 
 
 Tooken they Stephen 
 
 And stoned him in the way ; 
 
 And therefore is his even 
 On Christe's own day. 
 
 pp. The Maid and the Palmer 
 
 I 
 
 THE maid she went to the well to washe, 
 Dew fell off her lily-white fleshe. 
 
 II 
 White she washte, and white she rong, 
 White she hang'd on the hazel wand. 
 
 Ill 
 There came an old palmer by the way, 
 Says, ' God speed thee well, thou fair may.' 
 
 IV 
 
 'Has tow either cup or can. 
 
 To give an old jialmer drink therein ? ' 
 
 V 
 
 Says, ' I have neither cup nor can. 
 To give an old palmei- drink therein.' 
 
 Risit, leadit, stonit] imperatives. roug] wrupg. 
 
 428 
 
THE MAID AND THE PALMER 
 
 VI 
 
 ' But an thy lennan come from Rome, 
 Cups and cans thou wilt fiftd soon.' 
 
 VII 
 
 She swore by God and good Saint John 
 Leman she had never none. 
 
 VIII 
 
 Says, ' Peace, fair maid, you are forsworne, 
 Nine children you have borne. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Three were buryed under thy bed's head, 
 Other three under thy brewing lead. 
 
 X 
 ' Other three play on yon greene ; 
 Count, niaid, and there be nine.' — 
 
 XI 
 
 ' But I hope you are the good old man 
 That all the world beleeves upon. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Old palmer, I pray thee, 
 
 Penaunce that thou wilt give to me.' — 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' Penaunce I can give thee none 
 
 But seven year to be a stepping-stone. 
 
 XIV 
 
 Other 'seven a clapper in a bell, 
 Other seven to lead an ape in hell. 
 
 XV 
 
 When thou hast thy penaunce done, 
 Then thou'st come a mayden home.' 
 
 leman] lover. lead] vat. 
 
 429 
 
100. The Falcon 
 
 L 
 
 I 
 
 ULLT, lulleyl lully, hlhy ! 
 Thefaucon hath borne my make away I 
 
 II 
 He bare him up, he bare him down, 
 He bare him into an orchard brown. 
 
 Ill 
 In that orchard there was an halle, 
 That was hanged with purple and pall. 
 
 IV 
 
 And in that hall there was a bed, 
 It was hanged with gold sa red. 
 
 V 
 And in that bed there li'th a knight. 
 His woundes bleeding day and night. 
 
 VI 
 
 At that bed's foot there li'th a hound, 
 Licking the blood as it runs down. 
 
 VII 
 
 By that bed-side kneeleth a may. 
 And she weepeth both night and day. 
 
 VIII 
 
 And at that bed's head standeth a stone. 
 Corpus Chrlstl written thereon. 
 
 IX 
 
 Lully, lulley ! lully, lulley ! 
 
 The faucon hath home my make away. 
 
 make] mate. pall] line cloth. may] maiden. 
 
 430 
 
loi. The Cherry-Tree Carol 
 
 JOSEPH was an old man, 
 And an old man was he, 
 When he wedded Mary 
 In the land of Galilee. 
 
 II 
 Joseph and Mary walk'd 
 
 Through an orchard good. 
 Where was cherries and berries 
 
 So red as any blood. 
 
 Ill 
 Joseph and Mary walk'd 
 
 Through an orchard green, 
 Where was berries and cherries 
 
 As thick as might be seen. 
 
 IV 
 
 O then bespoke Mary, 
 
 So meek and so mild, 
 ' Pluck me one cherry, Joseph, 
 
 For I am with child.' 
 
 V 
 
 O then bespoke Joseph 
 
 With words so unkind, 
 ' Let him pluck thee a cherry 
 
 That brought thee with child.' 
 
 VI 
 
 O then bespoke the babe 
 Within his mother's womb, 
 
 ' Bow down then the tallest tree 
 For my mother to have some.' 
 
 431 
 
THE CHERRY-TREE CAROL 
 
 Then bow'd down the highest tree 
 Unto his mother's hand : 
 
 Then she cried, ' See, Joseph, 
 I have cherries at command ! ' 
 
 VIII 
 
 O then bespake Joseph-^ 
 ' I have done Mary wrong ; 
 
 But cheer up, my dearest, 
 And be not cast down. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O eat your cherries, Mary, 
 O eat your cherries now ; 
 
 O eat your cherries, Mary, 
 That grow upon the bough;' 
 
 X 
 
 Then Mary pluck'd a cherry 
 
 As red as the blood ; 
 Then Mary went home 
 
 With her heavy load. 
 
 ii 
 
 XI 
 
 As Joseph was a-walking, 
 He heard an angel sing : 
 
 ' This night shall be born 
 Our heavenly King. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' He neither shall be born 
 
 In housen nor in hall, 
 Nor in the place of Paradise, 
 
 But in an ox's stall. 
 
 place] palace. 
 43! 
 
THE CHERRY-TREE CAROL 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' He neither shall be clothed 
 
 In purple nor in pall, 
 But all in fair linen, 
 
 As were babies all. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' He neither shall be rock'd 
 
 In silver nor in gold. 
 But in a wooden cradle 
 
 That rocks on the mould. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' He neither shall be christen'd 
 
 In white wine nor red. 
 But with fair spring water 
 
 With whicli we were christened.' 
 
 Hi 
 
 XVI 
 
 Then Mary took her young son 
 
 And set him on hei- knee ; 
 ' I pray thee now, dear child, 
 
 Tell how this world shall be.' — 
 xvir 
 ' O I shall be as dead, mother, 
 
 As the stones in the wall ; 
 O the stones in the street, mother, 
 
 Shall mourn for me all. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' And upon a Wednesday 
 
 My vow 1 will make, 
 And upon Good Friday 
 
 My death I will take. 
 
 pall] fine cloth. 
 
 4.W 
 
THE CHERRY-TREE CAROL 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Upon Easter-day, mother, 
 
 My uprising shall be ; 
 O the sun and the moon, mother, 
 
 Shall both rise with me ! ' 
 
 102. The Carnal and the Crane 
 
 AS 1 pass'd by a river side, 
 x\And there as I did reign, 
 In argument I chanced to hear 
 A Carnal and a Crane. 
 
 II 
 The Carnal said unto the Crane, 
 
 ' If all the world should turn. 
 Before we had the Father, 
 
 But now we have the Son ! 
 
 in 
 ' From whence does the Son come ? 
 
 From where and from what place ? '- 
 He said, ' In a manger. 
 
 Between an ox and an ass ! ' 
 
 IV 
 
 ' I pray thee,' said the Carnal, 
 ' Tell me before thou go'st. 
 
 Was not the mother of Jesus 
 
 Conceived by the Holy Ghost ? ' — 
 
 Carnal] crow. reign] run. 
 
 434 
 
THE CARNAL AND THE CRANE 
 
 V 
 
 ' She- was the purest Virgin, 
 And the cleanest from sin ; 
 
 She was the handmaid of our Lord, 
 And mother of our King.' — 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Where is the golden cradle 
 That Christ was rocked in ? 
 
 Where are the silken sheets 
 That Jesus was wrapt in ? ' — 
 
 VII 
 
 ' A manger was the cradle 
 That Christ was rocked in ; 
 
 The provender the asses left 
 So sweetly he slept on. 
 
 VI[I 
 
 ' There was a star in the West land, 
 
 So bright did it appear 
 Into King Herod's chamber, 
 
 And where King Herod were. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' The Wise Men soon espied it. 
 And told the king on high, 
 
 A princely babe was born that night 
 No king could e'er destroy. 
 
 X 
 
 ' If this be true. King Herod said, 
 
 As thou tellest unto me. 
 This roasted cock that lies in the dish 
 
 Shall crow full fences three. 
 
 fences] times. 
 
 435 
 
THE CARNAL AND THE CRANE 
 
 XI 
 
 ' The cock soon freshly feathered was 
 By the work of God's own hand, 
 
 And then three fences crowed he 
 In the dish where he did stand. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Rise up, rise up, you merry men all, 
 
 See that you ready be, 
 All children under two years old 
 
 Now slain they all shall be. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' Then Jesus, ah ! and Joseph, 
 And Mary, that was so pure. 
 
 They travelled into Egypt, 
 As you shall find it sure. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' And when they came to Egypt's land, 
 Amongst those fierce wild beasts, 
 
 Mary, she being weary. 
 
 Must needs sit down to rest. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Come sit thee down, says Jesus, 
 
 Come sit thee down by me, 
 And thou shalt see how these wild beasts 
 
 Do come and worship me. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' First came the lovely lion, 
 Which Jesu's grace did spring, 
 
 And of the wild beasts in the field. 
 The lion shall be the king. 
 
 4,l6 
 
THE CARNAL AND THE CRANE 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' We'll choose our virtuous princes, 
 
 Of birth and high degree, 
 In every sundry nation, 
 
 Where'er we come and see. 
 
 ' Then Jesus, ah ! and Joseph, 
 And Mary, that was unknown, 
 
 They travelled by a husbandman. 
 Just while his seed was sown. 
 
 ' God speed thee, man ! said Jesus, 
 
 Go fetch thy ox and wain, 
 And carry home thy corn again, 
 
 Which thou this day hast sown. 
 
 ^ XX 
 
 ' The husbandman fell on his knees, 
 
 Even before his face ; 
 Long time hast thou been looked for. 
 
 But now thou art come at last. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' And I myself do now believe 
 
 Thy name is Jesus called ; 
 Redeemer of mankind thou art. 
 
 Though undeserving all. 
 
 XXI ( 
 
 ' The truth, man, thou hast spoken, 
 
 Of it thou may'st be sure. 
 For I must lose ray precious blood 
 
 For thee and thousands more. 
 
 «7 
 
THE CARNAL AND THE CRANE 
 
 ' If any one should come this way^ 
 And inquire for me alone, 
 
 Tell them that Jesus passed by, 
 As thou thy seed did sow 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' After that there came King Herod, 
 With his train so furiously. 
 
 Inquiring of the husbandman, 
 Whether Jesus passed by. 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' Why, the truth it must be spoke, 
 And the truth it must be known, 
 
 For Jesus passed by this way 
 When my seed was sown. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' But now I have it reapen. 
 And some laid on my wain, 
 
 Ready to fetch and carry 
 Into my barn again. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' Turn back, says the Captain, 
 Your labour and mine 's in vain. 
 
 It 's full three-quarters of a year 
 Since he his seed has sown. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' So Herod was deceived 
 
 By the work of God's own hand, 
 And further he proceeded 
 
 Into the Holy Land. 
 
 438 
 
THE CARNAL AND THE CRANE 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' There 's thousands of children young, 
 
 Which for his sake did die, — 
 Do not forbid those little ones, 
 
 And do not them deny. 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' The truth now I have spoken, 
 And the truth now I have sliown 
 
 Even the blessed Virgin, 
 
 She 's now brought forth a Son.' 
 
 103, Jolly Wat 
 
 Can I not sing but ' Hoy ', 
 
 Whan thejoly shepard made so much joy P 
 
 I 
 
 THE shepard upon a hill he sat ; 
 He had on him his tabard and his hat, 
 His tarbox, his pipe, and his flagat ; 
 His name was called Joly Joly Wat, 
 For he was a gud herdls boy. 
 
 Ut hoy ! 
 For in his pipe he made so much joy. 
 
 II 
 The shepard upon a hill was laid ; 
 His dog unto his girdell was taid ; 
 He had not slept but a litill braid, 
 But ' Gloria in excelsis ' was to him said. 
 Ut hoy ! 
 For in his pipe he made so much joy. 
 
 tabard} short coat. flagat] flask. taid] tied, 
 
 braid} time. 
 
 4S9 
 
JOLLY WAT 
 
 The shepard on a hill he stode ; 
 Round about him his shepe they yode ; 
 He put his hond under his hode, 
 He saw a star as rede as blode. 
 Ut hoy I 
 For in his pipe he made so much joy. 
 
 The shepard said anon right, 
 ' I will go see yon ferly sight, 
 Whereas the angel singeth on hight, 
 And the star that shineth so bright.' 
 Ut hoy ! 
 For in his pipe he made so much joy. 
 
 V 
 
 ' Now farewell, Mall, and also Will ! 
 For my love go ye all still 
 Unto I cum again you till. 
 And evermore, Will, ring well thy bell.' 
 Ut hoy ! 
 For in his pipe he made so much joy. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Now must I go there Crist was born ; 
 Farewell ! I cum again to-morn. 
 Dog, kepe well my shepe fro the corn, 
 And warn well " Warroke " when I blow my horn! ' 
 Ut hoy ! 
 For in his pipe he made so much joy. 
 
 yode] went. hode] hood. ferly] marvellons^ 
 
 440 
 
JOLLY WAT 
 
 VII 
 
 Whan Wat to Bedlcih cumen was, 
 He swet, he had gone faster than a pace ; 
 He found Jesu in a simpell place, 
 Betwen an ox but and an asse. 
 Uthoy! 
 For in his pipe he made so much joy. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Jesu, I offer to thee here my pipe, 
 My skirt, my tar-box, and my scrip ; 
 Home to my felowes now will I skip, 
 And also look unto my shepe.' 
 Ut hoy ! 
 For in his pipe he made so much joy. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Now farewell, mine owne herdesman Wat ! 
 ' Yea, for God, lady, even so I hat ; 
 Lull well Jesu in thy lap. 
 And farewell, Joseph, with thy round cap ! ' 
 Ut hoy ! 
 For in his pipe he made so much joy. 
 
 ' Now may I well both hope and sing, 
 For I have bene at Cristes bering ; 
 Home to my felowes now will I fling. 
 Crist of heven to his bliss us bring ! ' 
 Ut hoy ! 
 For in his pipe he made so much joy. 
 
 hat] = am hight, called. 
 
 441 
 
704 I '^^^ Three Ships 
 
 AS 1 sat under a sycamore tree, 
 k — A sycamore tree, a sycamore tree, 
 I looked me out upon the sea 
 On Christ's Sunday at morn. 
 
 I saw three ships a-sailing there, 
 — A-sailing there, a-sailing there, 
 
 Jesu, Mary and Joseph they bare 
 On Christ's Sunday at morn. 
 
 Joseph did whistle and Mary did sing, 
 — Mary did sing, Mary did sing, 
 
 And all the bells on earth did ring 
 For joy our Lord was born. 
 
 O they sail'd in to Bethlehem ! 
 
 — To Bethlehem, to Bethlehem ; 
 Saint Michael was the steresman. 
 
 Saint John sate in the horn. 
 
 V 
 
 And all the bells on earth did ring 
 
 — On earth did ring, on earth did ring : 
 
 ' Welcome be thou Heaven's King, 
 On Christ's Sunday at morn ! ' 
 
 horn] prow. 
 
 442 
 
10 f. The Twelve Good Joys 
 
 THE first good joy our Mary had, 
 It was the joy of one, 
 To see her own Son Jesus 
 
 To suck at her breast bone ; 
 To suck at her breast bone, good man, 
 And blessed may he be. 
 Both Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 To all eternity. 
 
 The next good joy our Mary had, 
 
 It was the joy of two. 
 To see her own son Jesus 
 
 To make the lame to go ; 
 To make the lame to go, good man, &c. 
 
 The next good joy our Mary had. 
 
 It was the joy of three ; 
 To see her own Son Jesus 
 
 To make the blind to see ; 
 To make the blind to see, good man, &c. 
 
 The next good joy our Mary had, 
 
 It was the joy of four. 
 To see her own Son Jesus 
 
 To read the Bible o'er ; 
 To read the Bible o'er, good man, &c. 
 
 443 
 
THE TWELVE GOOD JOYS 
 
 V 
 
 The next good joy our Mary had, 
 
 It was the joy of five, 
 To see her own son Jesus 
 
 To raise the dead alive ; 
 To raise the dead alive, good man, &c. 
 
 VI 
 
 The next good joy our Mary had. 
 
 It was the joy of six, 
 To see her own Son Jesus 
 
 To wear the crucifix ; 
 To wear the crucifix, good man, &c. 
 
 vn 
 The next good joy our Mary had, 
 
 It was the joy of seven, 
 To see her own Son Jesus 
 
 To wear the crown of Heaven ; 
 To wear the crown of Heaven, good man, &c. 
 
 VIII 
 
 The next good joy our Mary had, 
 
 It was the joy of eight, 
 To see our blessed Saviour 
 
 Turn darkness into light ; 
 Turn darkness into light, good man, &c. 
 
 IX 
 
 The next good joy our Mary had, 
 
 It was the joy of nine. 
 To see our blessed Saviour 
 
 Turn water into wine ; 
 Turn water into wine, good man, &c. 
 
 444 
 
THE TWELVE GOOD JOYS 
 
 The next good joy our Mary had, 
 
 It was the joy of ten, 
 To see our blessed Saviour 
 
 To write without a pen ; 
 To write without a pen, good man, <Src. 
 
 The next good joy our Mary had, 
 
 It was the joy of eleven, 
 To see our blessed Saviour 
 
 To show the gates of Heaven ; 
 To show the gates of Heaven, good man, &c. 
 
 The next good joy our Mary had, 
 
 It was the joy of twelve. 
 To see our blessed Saviour 
 
 Shut close the gates of hell ; 
 Shut close the gates of hell, good man, 
 And blessed may he be, 
 Both Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
 To all eternity. 
 
 445 
 
io6. The Angel Gabriel 
 
 THE Angel Gabriel from God 
 Was sent to Galilee, 
 Unto a Virgin fair and free, 
 
 Whose name was called Mary : 
 And when the Angel thither came, 
 
 He fell down on his knee, 
 And looking up in the Virgin's face, 
 He said, ' All hail, Mary ! ' 
 
 Then, sing we all, both great and small, 
 
 Noel, Noel, Noel ; 
 We may rejoice to hear the voice 
 Of the Angel Gabriel. 
 
 Mary anon looked him upon, 
 
 And said, ' Sir, what are ye ? 
 1 marvel much at these tidings 
 
 Which thou hast brought to me. 
 Married I am unto an old man, 
 
 As the lot fell unto me ; 
 Tlierefore, I pray, depart away, 
 
 For I stand in doubt of thee.' 
 Then, sing, &c. 
 
 ' Mary,' he said, ' be not afraid, 
 But do believe in me : 
 
 The power of the Holy Ghost 
 
 Shall overshadow thee ; 
 4+6 
 
THE ANGEL GABRIEL 
 
 Thou shalt conceive without any grief, 
 
 As the Lord told unto me ; 
 God's own dear Son from Heaven shall come, 
 
 And shall be born of thee.' 
 
 Then, sing, &c. 
 
 IV 
 
 This came to pass as God's will was, 
 
 Even as the Angel told. 
 About midnight an Angel bright 
 
 Came to the Shepherds' fold, 
 And told them then both where and when 
 
 Born was the child, our Lord, 
 And all along this was their song, 
 
 ' All glory be given to God.' 
 Then, sing, &c. 
 
 Good people all, both great and small, 
 
 The which do hear my voice, 
 With one accord let's praise the Lord, 
 
 And in our hearts rejoice ; 
 Like sister and brother, let 's love one another 
 
 Whilst we our lives do spend. 
 Whilst we have space let 's pray for grace, 
 
 And so let my Carol end. 
 
 Then, sing, &c. 
 
 447 
 
107. The Three icings 
 
 1 
 
 NOW is Christemas y-come, 
 Father and Son together in one, 
 Holy Ghost us be on 
 
 In fere-a ; 
 God send us a good New Year-a ! 
 
 II 
 I would you sing, for and I might, 
 Of a Child is fair in sight ; 
 His mother him bare this endris night 
 So still-a, 
 And as it was his will-a. 
 
 Ill 
 There came three Kings from Galilee 
 Into Bethlehem, that fair citle, 
 To seek to Him that e'er should be 
 By right-a 
 Lord and king and knight-a. 
 
 IV 
 
 As they came forth with their off' ring, 
 They met with Herod that moody king ; 
 He asked them of their coming 
 This tide-a. 
 And this to them he said-a. 
 
 V 
 
 ' Of whence be ye, you Kinges three ? '— 
 ' Of the East, as you may see, 
 To seek to Him that should ever be 
 By right-a 
 Lord and king and knight-a.' — 
 
 la fere] in company. endris] last. 
 
 448 
 
THE THREE KINGS 
 
 VI 
 
 ' When you at this Child have been, 
 Come you home this way again ; 
 Tell me the sight that you have seen ; 
 I pray-a, 
 Go you none other way-a.' 
 
 VII 
 
 They took their, leave both old and ying 
 Then of Herod that moody king ; 
 They went forth with their offering 
 By light-a 
 Of the star that shone so bright-a. 
 
 VIII 
 
 Till they came into the place 
 Where Jesu and his mother was ; 
 OfFer'd they up with great solace 
 In fere-a 
 Gold, incense and myrrh-a. 
 
 IX 
 
 When they had their offering made 
 As the Holy Ghost them bade, 
 Then they were both merry and glad 
 And light-a ; 
 It was a good fair sight-a. 
 
 X 
 
 Anon, as on their way they went, 
 The Father of heaven an angel sent 
 To these three kings that made present 
 This tide-a. 
 And this to them he said-a : — 
 
 ying] young. 
 
 Q 449 
 
THE THREE KINGS 
 
 ' My Lord hath warn'd you every one 
 By Herod king you go not home, 
 For an you. do he will you slone 
 And 'stroy-a, 
 And hurt you wonderly-a.' 
 
 xil 
 So forth they went another way 
 Through the might of God his lay, 
 As the angel to them did say, 
 Full right-a ; 
 It was a good fair sight-a. 
 
 XIII 
 
 When they came home to their countrie, 
 Glad and blithe they were all three 
 Of the sight that they had see ; 
 By dene-a 
 The company was clean-a. 
 
 XIV 
 
 Kneel we now here a-down ; 
 Pray we in good devotion 
 To the King of great renown, 
 Of grace-a 
 In heaven to have a place-a. 
 
 slone] slay. lay] law. By dene] at once, or all together. 
 
 4SO 
 
io8. The Innocents 
 
 MARK this song, for it is true, 
 For it is true as clerkes tell : 
 In old time strange things came to jjass, 
 Great wonder and great marvel was 
 In Israel. 
 
 )l 
 There was one Octavian, 
 Octavian of Rome Emperour, 
 As bookes old doe specify, 
 Of all the wide world truely 
 
 He was lord and governour. 
 
 m 
 The Jews that time lacked a king, 
 They lacked a king to guide them well. 
 The Emperour of power and might, 
 Chose one Herod against all right, 
 In Israel. 
 
 IV 
 
 This Herod then was King of Jews, 
 Was King of Jews, and he no Jew. 
 Forsooth he was a Paynim born. 
 Wherefore on faith it may be sworn 
 He reigned King untrue. 
 
 By prophecy one IsaV, 
 One Isai at least did tell 
 A child should come (wondrous news) 
 That should be born true King of Jews 
 In Israel. 
 
 451 
 
THE INNOCENTS 
 
 YI 
 
 This Herod knew one born should be, 
 One born should be of true linage, 
 That should be right heritour ; 
 For he but by the Emperour 
 
 Was made by usurpage. 
 
 VII 
 
 Wherefore of thought this King Herod, 
 This King Herod in great fear fell, 
 For all the days most in his mirth, 
 Ever he feared Christ his birth 
 In Israel. 
 
 VIII 
 
 The time came it pleased God, 
 It pleased God so to come to pass. 
 For man's soul indeed 
 His blessed Son was born with speed 
 As his will was. 
 
 IX 
 
 Tidings came to King Herod, 
 To King Herod, and did him tell. 
 That one born forsooth is he, 
 Which lord and king of all shall be . 
 In Israel. 
 
 X 
 
 Herod then r-aged as he were wode. 
 As he were wode of this tiding. 
 And sent for all his scribes sure. 
 Yet would he not trust the Scripture, 
 Nor of their counselling. 
 
 wode] mad. 
 452 
 
THE INNOCENTS 
 
 Then this was the conclusion, 
 The conclusion of his counsel ; 
 To send unto his knights anon 
 To slay the children every one 
 In Israel. 
 
 XII 
 
 This cruel king this tyranny, 
 This tyranny did put in ure ; 
 Between a day and years two 
 All men-children he did slew. 
 
 Of Christ for to be sure. 
 
 XIII 
 
 Yet Herod miss'd his cruel prey. 
 His cruel prey as was God's will ; 
 •Joseph with Mary then did flee ; 
 With Christ to Egypt gone was she 
 From Israel. 
 
 XIV 
 
 All the while these tyrants. 
 These tyrants would not convert, 
 But innocents ying 
 That lay sucking. 
 
 They thrust to the heart. 
 
 XV 
 
 This Herod sought the children ying, 
 The children ying, with courage fell. 
 But in doing this vengeance 
 His own son was slain by chance 
 In Israel. 
 
 ure] practice. ying] young. 
 
 453 
 
THE INNOCENTS 
 
 XVI 
 
 Alace ! 1 think the mothers were woe, 
 The motliers were woe, it was great skill ; 
 What motherly pain 
 To see them slain 
 
 In cradles lying still ' 
 
 XVII 
 
 But God Himself hath them elect, 
 Hath them elect, in heaven to dwell : 
 For they were bathed in their blood. 
 For their Baptism forsooth it stood 
 In Israel. 
 
 Alace ! again what hearts had they, 
 What hearts had they those babes to kill ! 
 With swords when they them caught, 
 In cradles they lay and laught, 
 And never thought ill. 
 skill] reason. 
 
 45* 
 
10^. Dives and Lan^rus 
 
 AS it fell out upon a day, 
 iRich Dives he made a feast, 
 And he invited all his friends 
 And gentry of the best. 
 
 II 
 Then Lazarus laid him down and down, 
 
 And down at Dives' door ; 
 ' Some meat, some drink, brother Dives, 
 
 Bestow upon the poor ! ' — 
 
 in 
 ' Thou art none of my brother, Lazarus, 
 
 That lies begging at my door; 
 No meat nor drink will I give thee. 
 
 Nor bestow upon the poor.' 
 
 IV 
 
 Then Lazarus laid him down and down, 
 
 And down at Dives' wall, 
 ' Some meat, some drink, brother Dives, 
 
 Or with hunger starve I shall ! ' — 
 
 V 
 
 ' Thou art none of my brother, Lazarus, 
 
 That lies begging at my wall ; 
 No meat nor drink will I give thee, 
 
 But with hunger starve you shall.' 
 
 VI 
 
 Then Lazarus laid him down and down, 
 
 And down at Dives' gate : 
 ' Some meat, some drink, brother Dives, 
 
 For Jesus Christ his sake ! ' — 
 
 4SS 
 
DIVES AND LAZARUS 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Thou art none of my brother, Lazarus, 
 That lies begging at my gate ; 
 
 No meat nor drink will 1 give thee, 
 For Jesus Christ his sake.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 Then Dives sent out his merry men. 
 To whip poor Lazarus away ; 
 
 They had no power to strike a stroke, 
 But flung their whips away. 
 
 IX 
 
 Then Dives sent out his hungry dogs, 
 
 To bite him as he lay ; 
 They had no power to bite at all, 
 
 But lick&d his sores away. 
 
 X 
 
 As it fell out upon a day, 
 
 Poor Lazarus sicken'd and died ; 
 Then came two angels out of heaven 
 
 His soul therein to guide. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Rise up, rise up, brother Lazarus, 
 
 And go along with me ; 
 For you've a place prepared in heaven, 
 
 To sit on an angel's knee.' 
 
 XII 
 
 As it fell out upon a day. 
 
 Rich Dives sicken'd and died ; 
 
 Then came two serpents out of hell, 
 His soul therein to guide. 
 456 
 
DIVES AND LAZARUS 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' Rise up, rise up, brother Dives, 
 
 And go with us to see 
 A dismal place, prepared in hell, 
 
 To sit on a serpent's knee.' 
 
 Then Dives look'd up witli his eyes. 
 
 And saw poor Lazarus blest : 
 ' Give me one drop of water, brother Lazarus, 
 
 To quench my flaming thirst. 
 
 ' Oh had I as many years to abide 
 As there are blades of grass, 
 
 Then there would be an end, but now 
 Hell's pains will ne'er be past ! 
 
 ' Oh was I now but alive again. 
 
 The space of one half hour ! 
 Oh that I had my peace secure ! 
 
 Then the devil should have no power.' 
 
 Q 3 «' 
 
no. The Holy Well 
 
 I 
 
 AS it fell out one May morning, 
 /~\And upon one bright holiday, 
 Sweet Jesus asked of his dear mother. 
 If he might go to play. 
 
 II 
 ' To play, to play, sweet Jesus shall go. 
 
 And to. play pray get you gone ; 
 And let me hear of no complaint 
 
 At night when you come home.' 
 
 Ill 
 Sweet Jesus went down to yonder town, 
 
 As far as the Holy Well, 
 And there did see as fine children 
 
 As any tongue can tell. 
 
 IV 
 
 He said, ' God bless you every one, 
 And your bodies Christ save and see : 
 
 Little children, shall I play with you, 
 And you shall play with me ? ' 
 
 V 
 
 But they made answer to him, ' No : 
 They were lords and ladies all ; 
 
 And he was but a maiden's child, 
 Born in an ox's stall.' 
 
 VI 
 
 Sweet Jesus tumid him around. 
 And he neither laughed nor smiled. 
 
 But the tears came trickling from his eyes 
 To be but a maiden's child. 
 458 
 
THE HOLY WELL 
 
 VII 
 
 Sweet Jesus turned him about, 
 
 To his mother's dear home went he, 
 
 And said, ' 1 have been in yonder town, 
 As far as you can see. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' I have been down in yonder town 
 
 As far as tiie Holy Well, 
 There did 1 meet as fine children 
 
 As any tongue can tell. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' I bid God bless them every one, 
 
 And their bodies Christ save and see : 
 
 Little children, shall I play with you, 
 And you shall play with me ? 
 
 X 
 ' But they made answer to me. No : 
 
 They were lords and ladies all ; 
 And I was but a maiden's child, 
 
 Born in an ox's stall.' — 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Though you are but a maiden's child. 
 
 Born in an ox's stall. 
 Thou art the Christ, the King of heaven. 
 
 And the Saviour of them all. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Sweet Jesus, go down to yonder town 
 
 As far as the Holy Well, 
 And take away those sinful souls, 
 
 And dip them deep in hell.' 
 
 459 
 
THE HOLY WELL 
 
 ' Nay, nay,' sweet Jesus said, 
 ' Nay, nay, that may not be ; 
 
 For there are too many sinful souls 
 Crying out for the help of me.' 
 
 III. The Seven Virgins 
 
 I 
 
 ALL under the leaves and the leaves of life 
 LI met with virgins seven, 
 And one of them was Mary mild, 
 Our Lord's mother of Heaven. 
 II 
 ' O what are you seeking, you seven fair maids. 
 
 All under the leaves of life ? 
 Come tell, come tell, what seek you 
 All under the leaves of life \ ' 
 III 
 ' We're seeking for no leaves, Thomas, 
 
 But for a friend of thine ; 
 We're seeking for sweet Jesus Christ, 
 To be our guide and thine.' 
 
 lY 
 
 ' Go down, go down, to yonder town. 
 
 And sit in the gallery, 
 And there you'll see sweet Jesus Christ 
 
 Nail'd to a big yew-tree.' 
 
 V 
 
 So down they went to yonder town 
 
 As fast as foot could fall. 
 
 And many a grievous bitter tear 
 
 From the virgins' eyes did fall. 
 460 
 
THE SEVEN VIRGINS 
 
 ' O peace, Mother, O peace, Mother, 
 
 Your weeping doth me grieve : 
 I must suffer this,' He said, 
 
 ' For Adam and for Eve. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' O Mother, take you John Evangelist 
 
 All for to be your son. 
 And he will comfort you sometimes. 
 
 Mother, as I have done.' 
 
 vni 
 ' O come, thou John Evangelist, 
 
 Thou'rt welcome unto me ; 
 But more welcome my own dear Son, 
 
 Whom I nursed on my knee.' 
 
 IX 
 
 Then He laid his head on His right shoulder, 
 Seeing death it struck Him nigh — 
 
 ' The Holy Ghost be with your soul, 
 I die, Mother dear, I die.' 
 
 X 
 
 O the rose, the gentle rose. 
 
 And the fennel that grows so green ! 
 God give us grace in every place 
 
 To pray for our king and queen. 
 
 XI 
 
 Furthermore for our enemies all 
 
 Our prayers they should be strong : 
 
 Amen, good Lord ; your charity 
 Is the ending of my song. 
 
 461 
 
PART II 
 
 BOOK V 
 
 112. T{obyn and Gandelyn 
 
 I 
 
 1HERDE a carpyng of a clerk, 
 Al at yone wodes ende, 
 Of gode Robyn and Gandeleyn ; 
 
 Was ther non other thynge. 
 Robynn lyth in grene ivode bowndyn. 
 
 II 
 Stronge thevys warn the chylderin none, 
 
 But bowmen gode and hende ; 
 He wentyn to wode to getyn liem fleych, 
 
 If God wold it hem sende. 
 
 in 
 Al day wentyn tho chylderin two, 
 
 And fleych fowndyn he non, 
 Til it were ageyn evyn ; 
 
 The chylderin wold gon horn. 
 
 IV 
 
 Half an honderid of fat falyf der 
 
 He comyn ayon, 
 And alle he wern fayr and fat i-now, 
 
 But markyd was ther non : 
 ' Be dere God,' seyde gode Robyn, 
 
 ' Hereof we shul have on.' 
 
 carpyng] talking, tale. hende] gracious, courteons. He] 
 tliey. ageyn evyn] towards evening. He comyn ayon] 
 
 came over against them, in their path. on] one. 
 463 
 
ROBYN AND GANDELYN 
 
 V 
 
 Robyn bent his joly bowe, 
 
 Ther in he set a flo ; 
 The fattest der of alle 
 
 The herte he clef a to. 
 
 VI 
 
 He hadde not the der i-flawe, 
 
 Ne half out of the liyde, 
 There cam a schrewde arwe out of the west, 
 
 That felde Robertes pryde. 
 
 ^•II 
 Gandeleyn lokyd hyra est and west, 
 
 Be every syde : 
 ' Hoo hat niyn mayster slayin ? 
 
 Ho hat don this dede ? 
 Shal I never out of grene wode go 
 
 Til I se his sydis blade.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 Gandeleyn lokyd hym est and west, 
 
 And sowt under the sunne ; 
 He saw a lytil boy. 
 
 He clepyn Wrennok of Donne. 
 
 IX 
 
 A good bowe in his bond, 
 
 A brod arwe ther-ine, 
 And fowre and twenti goode arwys, 
 
 Trusyd in a thrumme : 
 ' Be war the, war the, Gandeleyn, 
 
 Her-of thu shalt han summe ! 
 
 flo] arrow. a to] in two. 1-flawe] flayed. schrewde] 
 
 sharp. He clepyn] whom they call. Trusyd] trussed, 
 
 bound up. thrumme] end of a warp. 
 
 463 
 
ROBYN AND GANDELYN 
 
 X 
 
 ' Be war the, war the, Gandeleyn, 
 
 Her of thu gyst plenty ! ' — 
 ' Ever on for an other,' seyde Gandeleyn ; 
 
 ' Mysaunter have he shal fie. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Qwer-at shal our marke be ? ' 
 
 Seyde Gandeleyn. — 
 ' Everyche at otheris herte,' ,; 
 
 Seyde Wrennok ageyn. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Ho shal yeve the ferste schote ? ' 
 
 Seyde Gandeleyn. 
 ' And I shul yeve the on be-forn,' 
 
 Seyde Wrennok ageyn. 
 
 XIII 
 
 Wrennok schette a ful good schote, 
 
 And he schet not to hye ; 
 Throw the sanchothis of his bryk ; 
 
 It towcyhd neyther thye, 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' Now hast thu yovyn me on be-forn,' 
 Al thus to Wrennok seyde he, 
 
 ' And throw the myyt of our lady 
 A bettere I shal yeve the.' 
 
 XV 
 
 Gandeleyn bent his goode bowe. 
 
 And set ther-in a flo ; 
 He schet throw his grene certyl. 
 
 His herte he clef on too. 
 
 gyst] gettest. Mysaunter] misadventure. Ho] who. 
 
 yeve] give. sanchothis] fork. bryk] breeches. yovyn 
 me on] given me one. certyl] kirtle. 
 464 
 
ROBYN AND GANDELYN 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Now shalt thu never yelpe, Wrennok, 
 
 At ale ne at wyn, 
 That thu hast slawe goode Robyn, 
 
 And his knave Gandeleyn. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' Now shalt thu never yelpe, Wrennok, 
 
 At wyn ne at ale, 
 That thu hast slawe goode Robyn, 
 
 And Gandeleyn his knave.' 
 Robyn lyth in grene wode boiundyn. 
 
 113. The Birth of B^bin Hood 
 
 I 
 
 O WILLIE 's large o' limb and lith. 
 And come o' high degree. 
 And he is gane to Earl Richard, 
 To serve for meat and fee. 
 II 
 Earl Richard had but ae daughter. 
 
 Fair as a lily-flower. 
 And they made up their love-contract 
 Like proper paramour. 
 Ill 
 It fell upon a simmer's nicht, 
 
 Whan the leaves were fair and green, 
 That Willie met his gay ladie 
 Intil the wood alane. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' O narrow is my gown, Willie, 
 
 That wont to be sae wide ; 
 And gane is a' my fair colour. 
 That wont to be my pride. 
 
 yelpe] brag. lith] joint. 
 
 46s 
 
THE BIRTH OF ROBIN HOOD 
 
 V 
 
 ' But gin my father should get word 
 What 's past between us twa, 
 
 Before that he should eat or drink, 
 He'd hang you o'er that wa'. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' But ye'il come to my bower, Willie, 
 
 Just as the sun gaes down, 
 And kep me in your arms twa, 
 
 And latna me fa' down.' 
 
 VII 
 
 O whan the sun was now gane down, 
 He 's doen him till her bower. 
 
 And there, by the lee licht o' the moon, 
 Her window she lookit o'er. 
 
 VIII 
 
 Intill a robe o' red scarlet 
 
 She lap, fearless o' harm ; 
 And Willie was large o' lith and limb, 
 
 And keppit her in his arm. 
 
 IX 
 
 And they've gane to the gude green-wood, 
 
 And, ere the night was deen. 
 She 's born to him a bonny young son, 
 
 Amang the leaves sae green. 
 
 X 
 
 Whan night was gane, and day was come. 
 
 And the sun began to peep, 
 Up and raise the Earl Richard 
 
 Out o' his drowsy sleep. 
 
 kep] catch. 
 466 
 
THE BIRTH OF ROBIN HOOD 
 
 XI 
 
 He 's ca'd upon his merry young men, 
 
 By ane, by twa, and by three : 
 ' O what 's come o' my daughter dear, 
 
 That she 's nae come to me ? 
 
 XII 
 
 ' I dreamt a dieary dream last night, 
 
 God grant it come to gude ! 
 I dreamt 1 saw my daughter dear 
 
 Drown in the saut sea flood. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' But gin my daughter be dead or sick, 
 
 Or yet be stown awa', 
 I mak a vow, and I'll keep it true, 
 
 I'll hang ye ane and a' ! ' 
 
 XIV 
 
 They sought her back, they sought her fore, 
 They sought her up and down ; 
 
 They got her in the gude green-wood, 
 Nursing her bonny young son. 
 
 XV 
 
 He took the bonny boy in his arms, 
 
 And kist him tenderlie ; 
 Says, ' Though I would your father hang, 
 
 Your mother 's dear to me.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 He kist him o'er and o'er again : 
 
 ' My grandson I thee claim, 
 And Robin Hood in gude green- wood, 
 
 And that shall be your name.' 
 
 467 
 
THE BIRTH OF ROBIN HOOD 
 
 XVII 
 
 And mony ane sings o' grass, o' grass, 
 
 And mony ane sings o' corn, 
 And mony ane sings o' Robin Hood 
 
 Kens little whare he was born. 
 
 XVIII 
 It wasna in the ha', the ha', 
 
 Nor in the painted bower ; 
 But it was in the gude green-wood, 
 
 Amang the lily-flower. 
 
 /Z4. Adam Bell^ Clym of the Clough^ and 
 William of Cloudesley 
 
 Fytte the First 
 
 I 
 
 MERY it was in the grene foreste 
 Amonge the lev^s grene, 
 Wheras men hunt east and west 
 Wyth b(Swes and arrowes kene ; 
 n 
 To raise the dere out of theyr denne ; 
 Suche sightes hath ofte bene sene ; 
 As by thre yemen of the north countrey, 
 By them it is I meane. 
 Ill 
 The one of them hight Adam Bell, 
 
 The other Clym of the Clough, 
 The thyrd was Wyllyam of Cloudesley, 
 An archer good ynough. 
 
 Clym of the Clough] Clement of the Cliff. 
 468 
 
ADAM BELL, ETC. 
 
 IV 
 
 They were outlaw'd for venyson, 
 
 These yemen everych-one ; 
 They swore them brethren upon a day, 
 
 To Englyshe-wood for to gone. 
 
 V 
 
 Now lith and lysten, gentylmen, 
 That of myrthes loveth to here : 
 
 Two of them were single men, 
 The third had a wedded fere. 
 
 VI 
 
 Wyllyam was the wedded man. 
 
 Muche more then was hys care : 
 He sayde to hys brethren upon a day, 
 
 To Carleile he would fare ; 
 vxi 
 For to speke with fay re Alyce his wife, 
 
 And with hys chyldren thre. 
 ' By my trouth,' sayde Adam Bel, 
 
 ' Not by the counsel! of me : 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' For if ye go to Carleile, brother, 
 And from thys wylde wode wende. 
 
 If that the Justice may you take. 
 Your lyfe were at an ende.' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' If that I come not to-morowe, brother, 
 
 By pryme to you agayne, 
 Truste you then that I am taken, 
 
 Or else that I am slayne.' 
 
 Englyshe-wood] Inglewood, near Carlisle. lith] hearken, 
 
 fere] mate. pryme] six in the morning. 
 
 +69 
 
ADAM BELL, 
 
 X 
 
 He toke his leave of hys brethren two, 
 
 And to Carleile he is gon : 
 There he knock'd at his owne windowe 
 
 Shortlye and anone. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Wher be you, fay re Alyce,' he sayd, 
 ' My wife and chyldren three ? 
 
 Lyghtly let in thyne owne husbSnde, 
 Wyllyam of Cloudesley.' — 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Alas 1 ' then sayde fayre Alyce, 
 
 And syghed wonderous sore, 
 ' Thys place hath ben besette for you 
 
 Thys halft yere and more.' — 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' Now am I here,' sayde Cloudesley, 
 
 ' I would that in I were. 
 Now fetche us meate and drynke ynoughe, 
 
 And let us make good chere.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 She fetched hym meate and drynke plentye, 
 
 Lyke a true wedded wyfe ; 
 And pleased hyni with that she had. 
 
 Whom she loved as her lyfe. 
 
 XV 
 
 There lay an old wyfe in that place, 
 
 A lytic besyde the fyre, 
 Whych Wyllyam had found of charytye 
 
 More than seven yere. 
 
 found] provided for. 
 470 
 
CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC. 
 
 XVI 
 
 Up she rose, and forth shee goes, 
 
 Evel mote shee speede therfoie ! 
 For shee had sett no foote on ground 
 
 In seven yere before. 
 
 XVII 
 
 She went unto the Justice Hall, 
 
 As fast as she could hye : 
 ' Thys night,' shee sayd, ' is come to town 
 
 Wyllyam of Cloudeslye.' 
 
 XVIII 
 
 Thereof the Justice was full fayne. 
 
 And so was the Shirife also : 
 ' Thou shah not ti-auaile hither, dame, for nought, 
 
 Thy meed thou shalt have or thou go.' 
 
 XIX 
 
 They gave to her a ryght good goune, 
 
 Of scarlate, [and of graine] : 
 She toke the gyft, and home she wente, 
 
 And couched her doune agayne. 
 
 XX 
 
 They raysed the towne of mery Carleile 
 
 In all the haste they can ; 
 And came thronging to Wyllyam's house, 
 
 As fast as they might gone. 
 
 XXI 
 
 There they besette that good yeman 
 
 Round about on every syde : 
 Wyllyam hearde great noyse of folkes, 
 
 That thither-ward fast hyed. 
 
 fayne] rejoiced. 
 
 471 
 
ADAM BELL, 
 
 XXII 
 
 Alyce opened a backe wyndowe, 
 
 And loked all aboute ; 
 She was ware of the Justice and Shirife bothe, 
 
 Wyth a full great route. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' Alas ! treason ! ' cryed Alyce, 
 
 ' Ever wo may thou be ! 
 Goe into my chamber, my husband,' she sayd, 
 
 ' Swete Wyllyam of Cloudesley.' 
 
 XXIV 
 
 He toke hys sword and hys buckler, 
 Hys bow and hys chyldren thre. 
 
 And wente into hys strongest chamber, 
 Where he thought surest to be. 
 
 XXV 
 
 Fayre Alyce, like a lover true. 
 
 Took a polaxe in her hande : 
 Said, ' He shall dye that cometh in 
 
 Thys dore, whyle I may stand.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 Cloudesley bente a wel good bowe, 
 
 That was of a trusty tre. 
 He smot the Justice on the brest, 
 
 That liys arowe brast in three. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' God's curse on his harte,' saide Wyllyam, 
 
 ' Thys day thy cote dyd on ! 
 If it had ben no better then myne, 
 It had gone nere thy bone.' — 
 47a 
 
CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC. 
 
 ' Yelde the Cloudesley,' sayd the Justice, 
 ' And thy bowe and thy ariowes the fro.'— 
 
 ' God's curse on hys hart,' sayd fair Alyce, 
 ' That my husband councelleth so ! ' — 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' Set fyre on the house,' saide the Sherife, 
 
 ' Syth it wyll no better be. 
 And brenne we therin Wyllyam,' he saide, 
 
 ' Hys wyfe and chyldren thre.' 
 
 XXX 
 
 They fyred the house in many a place, 
 
 The fyre flew up on hye: 
 ' Alas ! ' then cryed fayre Alyce, 
 
 ' I see we here shall dye.' 
 
 xxxr 
 Wyllyam openyd a backe wyndowe, 
 
 That was in hys chamber hie, 
 And there with sheetes he did let downe 
 
 His wyfe and children three. 
 
 xxxii 
 ' Have you here my treasure,' sayde Wyllyam, 
 
 ' My wyfe and my chyldren thre : 
 For Christes love do them no harme, 
 
 But wreke you all on me.' 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 Wyllyam shot so wonderous well, 
 
 Tyll hys arrowes were all agoe. 
 And the fyre so fast upon hym fell. 
 
 That hys bowstryng brent in two. 
 
 473 
 
ADAM BELL, 
 
 The sparkles brent and fell upon 
 
 Good Wyllyam of Cloudesley : 
 Than was he a wofuU man, and sayde, 
 
 ' Thys is a cowardes death to me, 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' Leever had I,' sayde Wyllyam, 
 
 ' With my sworde in the route to renne, 
 
 Then here among myne enemyes wode 
 Thus cruelly to bren.' 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 He toke hys sword and hys buckler, 
 
 And among them all he ran. 
 Where the people were most in prece, 
 
 He smot downe many a man. 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 There myght no man abyde hys stroakes, 
 
 So fersly on them he ran : 
 Then they threw windowes and dores on him, 
 
 And so toke that good yem^n. 
 
 XXXVIXI 
 
 There they hym bounde both hand and fote, 
 And in a deepe dungeon him cast : 
 
 'Now Cloudesley,' sayd the Justice, 
 ' Thou shall be hanged in hast.' 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 ' A payre of new gallowes,' sayd the Sherife, 
 
 Now shal I for thee make ; ' 
 And the gates of Carleile shal be shutte : 
 
 No man shal come in therat. 
 
 wode] wild, savage. prece] press, crowd. 
 
 474 
 
CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC. 
 
 XL 
 
 ' Tlien shall not heipe Clym of the Clough, 
 
 Nor yet shall Adam Bell, 
 Though they came with a thousand mo, 
 
 Nor all the devels in hell.' 
 
 XLI 
 
 Early in the mornynge the Justice uprose, 
 To the gates first can he gone, 
 
 And commaunded to be shut full close 
 Lightile everych-one. 
 
 XLII 
 
 Then went he to the markett place, 
 
 As fast as he coulde hye ; 
 There a payre of new gallowes he set up 
 
 Besyde the pyllorye. 
 
 XLIII 
 
 A lytle boy among them asked. 
 What meaned that gallow-tre ? 
 
 They sayde to hange a good yemJn, 
 Called Wyllyam of Cloudesl^y. 
 
 XLIV 
 
 That lytle boye was the towne swyne-heard. 
 And kept fayre Alyce's swyne ; 
 
 Oft he had seene Wyllyam in the wodde, 
 And geven hym there to dyne. 
 
 XLV 
 
 He went out att a crevis of the wall, 
 And lightly to the woode dyd gone ; 
 
 There met he with these wight yemen 
 Shortly and anone. 
 
 47S 
 
ADAM BELL, 
 
 ' Alas ! ' then sayde the lytle boye, 
 
 ' Ye tary here all too longe ; 
 Cloudeslee is taken, and dampned to death, 
 
 And readye for to honge.' 
 xLvn 
 ' Alas ! ' then sayd good Adam Bell, 
 
 ' That ever we saw thys daye ! 
 He had better have tarryed with us. 
 
 So ofte as we dyd him praye. 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 ' He myght have dwelt in grene foreste, 
 
 Under the shadowes greene. 
 And have kepte both hym and us att reste, 
 
 Out of all trouble and teene.' 
 
 XLIX 
 
 Adam bent a ryght good bow, 
 
 A great halt sone hee had slayne : 
 
 ' Take that, chylde, to thy dynner, 
 And bryng me myne arrowe agayne.' 
 
 L 
 
 ' Now go we hence,' sayed these wight yeomen, 
 
 ' Tarry we no longer here ; 
 We shall hym borowe by God his grace, 
 
 Though we buy itt full dere.' 
 
 LI 
 
 To Carleile wente these bold yemen, 
 
 All in a mornyng of maye. — 
 Here is a Fyt of Cloudesley, 
 
 And another is for to saye. 
 
 dampned] condemned. teene] sorrow. borowe] 
 
 ransom, redeem. 
 476 
 
CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC. 
 
 Fytte the Second 
 LII 
 And when they came to mery Carleile, 
 
 In a fayre mornyng tyde, 
 They founde the gates shut them untyll 
 About on every syde. 
 
 LIU 
 
 ' Alas ! ' then sayd good Adam Bell, 
 
 ' That ever we were made men ! 
 These gates be shut so wonderly well, 
 
 We may not come therein.' 
 
 LIV 
 
 Tlien bespake him Clym of tlie Clough, 
 ' With a wyle we wyl us in bryng ; 
 
 Let us say we be messengers, 
 Streyght comen from our King.' 
 
 LV 
 
 Adam said, ' I have a letter written, 
 
 Now let us wysely werke, 
 We wyl saye we have the Kynge's seale ; 
 
 I holde the porter no clerke.' 
 
 LVI 
 
 Then Adam Bell bete on the gates 
 
 With strokes great and stronge : 
 The porter herde such a noyse therat. 
 
 And to the gates he thronge. 
 
 LVII 
 
 ' Who is there now,' sayd the porter, 
 ' That maketh all thys knockinge \ ' — 
 
 ' We be two messengers,' quoth Clym of the Clough, 
 ' Be come ryght from our Kynge.' — ' 
 
 thronge] hastened. 
 
 477 
 
ADAM BELL, 
 
 LVIII 
 
 ' We have a letter,' sayd Adam Bel], 
 ' To the Justice we must it brynge ; 
 
 Let us in our message to do, 
 
 That we were agayne to the Kynge.' — 
 
 LIX 
 
 ' Here commeth none in,' sayd the porter, 
 
 ' By hym that dyed on a tre, 
 Tyll a false thefe be hanged, 
 
 Called Wyllyam of Cloudesley.' 
 
 LX 
 
 Then spake tlie good yeman, Clym of the Clougli, 
 
 And swore by Mary fre, 
 ' And if that we stande long wythout, 
 
 Lyke a thefe hanged shalt thou be. 
 
 LXI 
 
 ' Lo ! here we have got the Kynge's seale : 
 
 What, lordane, art thou wode ? ' 
 The porter wende it had ben so. 
 
 And lyghtly dyd off hys hode. 
 
 LXII 
 
 ' Welcome is my lordes seale,' he saide ; 
 
 ' For that ye shall come in.' 
 He opened the gate right shortlye : 
 
 An evyl openyng for him ! 
 
 LXIII 
 
 ' Now are we in,' sayde Adam Bell, 
 
 ' Wherof we are full faine ; 
 But Christ he knowes, that harowed hell, 
 • How we shall come out agayne.' 
 
 lordane] dolt. wode] mad. wende] weened, thought. 
 478 
 
CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC. 
 
 LXIV 
 
 ' Had we the keys,' said Clym of the Clough, 
 ' Ryght wel tlien shoulde we spede, 
 
 Then might we come out wel ynough 
 When we se tyme and nede.' 
 
 LXV 
 
 They called the porter to counsell, 
 
 And wrang his necke in two, 
 And caste hym in a depe dungeon, 
 
 And toke hys keys hym fro. 
 
 LXVl 
 
 'Now am I porter,' sayd Adam Bell, 
 
 ' Se, brother, the keys are here ! 
 The worst porter to merry Carleile 
 
 That ye had thys hundred yere. 
 
 LXVII 
 
 ' And now wyll we our bowes bend, 
 
 Into the towne wyll we go. 
 For to delyver our dere brother, 
 
 That lyeth in care and wo.' 
 Lxvm 
 Then they bent theyr good yew bowes. 
 
 And loked theyr stringes were round, 
 The market-place of mery Carleile 
 
 They beset in that stound. 
 
 LXIX 
 
 And, as they loked them besyde, 
 A paire of new galowes they see, 
 
 And the Justice with a quest of swerers. 
 That judged Cloudesley hanged to be. 
 
 round] i. c. not frayed. stound] time. swerers] swearers, 
 jurymen. 
 
ADAM BELL, 
 
 LXX 
 
 And Cloudesley lay redy in a cart, 
 
 Fast bound both fete and hand ; 
 And a stronge rope about hys necke, 
 
 All readye for to be hang'd. 
 
 LXXI 
 
 The Justice called to him a ladde, 
 Cloudesley's clothes shold hee have, 
 
 To take the measure of that yeman, 
 Thereafter to make hys grave. 
 
 LXXII 
 
 ' I have sene as great mervaile,' said Cloudesley, 
 
 ' As betweyne thys and pryme. 
 He that maketh a grave for mee, 
 
 Hymselfe may lye therin.' 
 
 LXXIII 
 
 ' Thou speakest proudlye,' said the Justice, 
 ' I will thee hange with my hande.' 
 
 Full wel herd this his brethren two, 
 There styll as they dyd stande. 
 
 LXXIV 
 
 Then Cloudesley cast his eyen asyde 
 
 And saw hys brethren stande 
 At a corner of the market place, 
 
 With theyr good bowes bent in theyr hand, 
 
 LXXV 
 
 ' I se comfort,' sayd Cloudesley ; 
 
 ' Yet hope 1 well to fare ; 
 If I might have my handes at wyll. 
 Ryght lytell wolde I care.' 
 480 
 
CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC. 
 
 LXXVI 
 
 Then bespake good Adam Bell 
 
 To Clym of the Clough so fre, 
 ' Brother, se you marke the Justyce wel ; 
 
 I/O ! yonder you may him se : 
 
 Lxxvir 
 ' And at the Sheryfe shote I wyll 
 
 Strongly wyth an arrowe kene.' — 
 A better shote in mery Carleile 
 
 Thys seven yere was not sene. 
 
 LXXVUI 
 
 They loosed their arrowes both at once, 
 
 Of no man had they drede ; 
 The one hyt the Justice, the other the Sheryfe, 
 
 That both theyr sides gan blede. 
 
 LXXIX 
 
 All men voyded, that them stode nye, 
 When the Justice fell to the grounde. 
 
 And the Sheryfe fell nye hym by ; 
 Eyther had his deathes wounde. 
 
 LXXX 
 
 All the citezeyns fast gan 11 ye, 
 
 They durst no longer abyde : 
 There lyghtly they losid Cloudesley, 
 
 Where he with ropes lay tyde. 
 
 LXXXI 
 
 Wyllyam start to an officer of the towne, 
 Hys axe out hys hand he wronge. 
 
 On ech^ syde he smote them downe, 
 Hym thought he taryed to long. 
 
 voyded] gave room, ran off. 
 1235 R 481 
 
ADAM BELL, 
 
 tXXXII 
 
 Wyllyam sayde to hys brethren two, 
 
 ' Thys daye let us lyve and die, 
 If e'er you have nede, as I have now, 
 
 The same you shall finde by me.' 
 
 LXXXIII 
 
 They shot so well in that tyde 
 
 (Theyr stringes were of silke ful sure) 
 
 That they kept the stretes on every side ; 
 That batayle did long endure. 
 
 LXXXIV 
 
 They fought together as brethren true, 
 
 Lyke hardy men and bolde, 
 Many a man to the ground they threw, 
 
 And many a herte made colde. 
 
 LXXXV 
 
 But when their arrowes were all gon, 
 
 Men presyd to them full fast. 
 They drew theyr swordes then anone. 
 
 And theyr bowes from them cast. 
 
 LXXXVI 
 
 They went lyghtlye on theyr way, 
 Wyth swordes and bucklers round ; 
 
 By that it was mydd of the day, 
 They had made many a wound. 
 
 LXXXVII 
 
 There was many an out-horne in Carleile biowen, 
 And the belles backwarde dyd ryng ; 
 
 Many a woman sayde, Alas ! 
 
 And many theyr handes dyd wryng. 
 
 out-horne] a hom blown to call citizens to help the law. 
 4&1 
 
CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC. 
 
 LXXXVIII 
 
 The Mayre of Carleile forth corn was, 
 
 Wyth hym a ful great route : 
 These thre yemen dred hym full sore, 
 
 For theyr lyves stode in doute, 
 
 LXXXIX 
 
 The Mayre came armed a full great pace, 
 
 With a pokxe in hys hande ; 
 Many a strong man wyth him was. 
 
 There in that stowre to stande. 
 xc 
 The Mayre smot at Cloudesley with his byll, 
 
 Hys buckler he brast in two. 
 Full many a yeman with great yll, 
 
 ' Alas ! Treason ! ' they cryed for wo. 
 ' Kepe well the gates fast we wyll. 
 
 That these traytours therout not go.' 
 
 xci 
 
 But al for nought was that they wrought. 
 
 For so fast they downe were layde, 
 Tyll they all thre, that so manfully fought 
 
 Were gotten without, at a braide. 
 xcil 
 ' Have here your keys,' sayd Adam Bell, 
 
 ' Myne office I here forsake ; 
 And yf you do by my counsel! 
 
 A new porter do ye make.' 
 
 XCIII 
 
 He threw theyr keys there at theyr hedes. 
 
 And bad them well to thiyve. 
 And all that letteth any good yenian 
 
 To come and comfort his wyfe. 
 
 stowre] press of fight. braide] sudden spring. letteth] 
 
 hindereth. 
 
 4S3 
 
ADAM BELL, 
 
 XCIV 
 
 Thus be these good yeman gon to the wode 
 
 As lyghtly as lefe on lynde ; 
 They laughe and be mery in theyr mode, 
 
 Theyr enemyes were farre behynd. 
 xcv 
 When 4hey came to Inglyswode, . 
 
 Under theyr trysty tre, 
 There they found bowes full good, 
 
 And arrowes great plentye. 
 xcvi 
 ' So God me help,' sayd Adam Bell, 
 
 And Clym of the Clough so fre, 
 ' I would we were in mery Carleile, 
 
 Before that fayre meynye.' 
 
 XCVII 
 
 They set them downe, and made good chere, 
 And eate and dranke full well. — 
 
 A second Fyt of the wightye yeomen : 
 Another I wyll you tell. 
 
 Fytte the Third. 
 XCVIII 
 
 As they sat in Inglyswode, 
 
 Under theyr trysty tre. 
 They thought they herd a woman wepe. 
 
 But her they mought not se. 
 xcix 
 Sore syghed there fayre Alyce, and sayd, 
 
 ' That ever I sawe thys day ! 
 For nowe is my dere husband slayne : 
 
 Alas ! and wel-a-waye ! 
 
 lynde] linden. meynye] company. trysty tre] trysting t 
 484 
 
CLYM OF THE CLOUGH ETC. 
 
 c 
 ' Myght I have spoken wyth hys dere brethren, 
 
 Or with eyther of them twayne, 
 To show to them what him befell, 
 
 My hart were out of payne.' 
 
 CI 
 
 Cloudesley walked a lytic beside, 
 
 Looked under the grene wood lynde. 
 
 He was ware of his wife and chyldren three. 
 Full wo in herte and mynde. 
 
 CII 
 'Welcome, wyfe,' then sayde Wyllyani, 
 
 ' Under this trysty tre : 
 I had wende yesterday, by swete saynt John, 
 
 Thou sholdest me never have se.' — 
 
 cm 
 ' Now well is me that ye be here, 
 
 My harte is out of wo.' — 
 ' Dame,' he sayde, ' be mery of chere, 
 
 And thanke my brethren two.' 
 
 CIV 
 
 ' Herof to speake,' said Adam Bell, 
 
 ' I-wis it is no bote : 
 The meate, that we must supp withall, 
 
 It runneth yet fast on fote.' 
 
 cv 
 Then went they downe into a launde. 
 
 These noble archars all thre ; 
 Eche of them slew a hart of greece. 
 
 The best they cold there se. 
 
 lannde] forest-park. of greece] of grease, fat. 
 
 48s 
 
ADAM BELL, 
 
 cvi 
 -..'Have here the best, Alyce, my wyfe,' 
 Sayde Wyllyara of Cloudesley ; 
 ' By cause ye so bouldly stode me by 
 When I was slayne full nye.' 
 
 cvii 
 Then wente they to theyr suppere 
 
 Wyth sucli meate as they had ; 
 And thanked God of theyr fortune : 
 
 They were both mery and glad. 
 
 CVIII 
 And when that they had supped well, 
 
 Certayne withouten lease, 
 Cloudesley sayd, ' We wyll to our Kynge, 
 
 To get us a charter of peace. 
 
 cix 
 ' Alyce shal be at sojournyng 
 
 In a nunnery here besyde ; 
 My tow sonnes shall wyth her go. 
 
 And there they shall abyde. 
 
 ex 
 ' My eldest son shall go wyth me ; 
 
 For hym have I no care : 
 And he shall bring you worde agayn, 
 
 How that we do fare.' 
 
 CXI 
 
 Thus be these wightmen to London gone 
 
 As fast as they myght hye, 
 Tyll they came to the Kynge's pallJce, 
 
 Where tliey. woulde need^s be. 
 
 lease] lying. tow] twol wightmen] stout fellows. 
 4.86 
 
CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC. 
 
 cxii 
 And whan they came to the Kynge's courte, 
 
 Unto the pallace gate, 
 Of no man wold they aske no leave, 
 
 But boldly went in therat. 
 
 CXIII 
 
 They presyd prestly into the hall, 
 
 Of no man had they dreade : 
 The porter came after, and dyd them call, 
 
 And with them began to chyde. 
 
 CXIV 
 
 The usher sayde, ' Yemen, what wold ye have ? 
 
 I pray you tell to me. 
 You myght thus make offycers shent : 
 
 Good syrs, of whence be ye ? ' — 
 
 cxv 
 ' Syr, we be outlawes of the forest, 
 
 Certayhe withouten lease ; 
 And hether we be come to the Kyng, 
 
 To get us a charter of peace.' 
 
 cxvi 
 And whan they came before our Kynge, 
 
 As it was the lawe of the lande. 
 They kneled downe without lettyng, 
 
 And eche held up his hand. 
 
 cxvii 
 They sayd, ' Lord, we beseche you here 
 
 That ye wyll graunt us grace ; 
 For we have slayne your fat falowe dare 
 
 In many a sondry place.' 
 
 ptesyd prestly] pressed quickly, shent] ruined. lettyng] delay. 
 
 487 
 
ADAM BELL, 
 
 CXVIII 
 
 ' What be your names,' then said our Kynge, 
 ' Anone that you tell me ? ' — 
 They sayd, 'Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough, 
 And Wyllyam of Cloudesley.' — 
 
 cxix 
 * Be ye those theves,' then sayd our Kynge, 
 
 ' That men have tolde of to me ? 
 Here to God I make an avowe. 
 
 Ye shal be hangM al thre. 
 
 cxx 
 ' Ye shal be dead without mercy, 
 
 As I am Kynge of this lande.' 
 He commanded his officers everich-one. 
 
 Fast on them to lay hande. 
 
 cxxi 
 There they toke these good yemen, 
 
 And arested them al thre : 
 ' So may I thryve,' sayd Adam Bell, 
 
 ' Thys game lyketh not me ! 
 
 CXXII 
 
 ' But, good lorde, we beseche you then. 
 
 That yee graunt us grace, 
 Insomuche as we be to you comen. 
 
 Or else we may fro you passe, 
 
 CXXIII 
 
 ' With such weapons as we have here, 
 
 Tyll we be out of your place ; 
 And yf we lyve this hundred yefe, 
 We wyll aske you no grace.' 
 488 
 
CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC. 
 
 cxxiv 
 ' Ye speake proudly,' sayd the Kynge ; 
 
 'Ye shall be hangM all thre.' 
 ' That were great pitye,' then sayd the Quene, 
 ' If any grace myght be. 
 
 cxxv 
 ' My lorde, whan I came fyrst into this lande 
 
 To be your wedded wyfe, 
 The fyrst boone that I wold aske, 
 
 Ye would graunt it me belyfe : 
 
 cxxvi 
 ' And 1 asked you never none tyll now ; 
 
 Therefore, lorde, graunt it me ! ' — 
 ' Now aske it, madam,' sayd the Kynge, 
 
 ' And graunted it shal be.' — 
 
 CXXVII 
 
 'Then, good my lord, I you beseche, 
 
 These yemen graunt ye me.' — 
 ' Madame, ye myght have asked a boone 
 
 That shuld have been worth them thre. 
 
 ' Ye myght have asked towres and townes, 
 
 Parkes and forestes plentye.' — 
 ' None soe pleasant to my pay,' shee sayd ; 
 
 ' Nor none so lefe to me.' — 
 
 cxxix 
 ' Madame, sith it is your desyre. 
 
 Your askyng graunted shal be ; 
 But I had lever have geven you 
 
 Good market-townes thre.' 
 
 belyfe] straightway. pay] satisfaction. lefe] dear. 
 
 R 3 4S9 
 
ADAM BELL, 
 
 cxxx 
 The Quene was a glad woman, 
 
 And sayde, ' Lord, gramarcy ! 
 I dare and undertake for them 
 
 That true men shal they be. 
 
 cxxxi 
 ' But good lord, speke som mery word, 
 
 That comfort they may se.' — 
 ' I graunt you grace,' then sayd our Kynge ; 
 
 ' Washe, felows, and to meate go ye.' 
 
 CXXXII 
 
 They had not setten but a whyle, 
 
 Certayne without lesynge, 
 There came messengers out of the north 
 
 With letters to our Kynge. 
 
 CXXXIII 
 
 And whan they came before the Kynge, 
 They knelt downe on theyr kne ; 
 
 And sayd, ' Lord, your officers grete you well, 
 Of Carleile in the north countre.' 
 
 cxxxiv 
 ' How fareth my Justice,' sayd the Kynge, 
 
 ' And my Sheryfe also ? ' — 
 ' Syr, they be slayne, without leasynge, 
 
 And many an officer mo.' — 
 
 cxxxv 
 ' Who hath them slayne,' sayd the Kynge, 
 
 ' Anone that thou tell me.' — 
 ' Adam Bell, and Clym of the Clough, 
 And Wyllyam of Cloudesley.' — 
 490 
 
CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC. 
 
 cxxxvi 
 ' Alas for rewth ! ' then sayd our Kynge : 
 
 ' My herte is wonderous sore; 
 I had lever than a thousande pounde, 
 
 I had knowne of thys before ; 
 
 cxxxvii 
 ' For I have y-graunted them grace, 
 
 And that forthynketh me : 
 But had I knowne all thys before, 
 
 They had been hanged all thre.' 
 ex XXVIII 
 The Kyng hee opened the letter anone, 
 
 Himselfe he red it thro, 
 And founde how these outliwes had slain 
 
 Thre hundred men and mo : 
 
 cxxxix 
 Fyrst the Justice, and the Sheryfe, 
 
 And the Mayre of Carleile towne ; 
 Of all the constables and catchipolles 
 
 Alyve were scant left one : 
 
 CXL 
 
 The baylyes, and the bedyls both, 
 
 And the sergeauntes of the law. 
 And forty fosters of the fe. 
 
 These outlawes had y-slaw ; 
 
 CXLI 
 
 And broke his parks, and slayne his dere ; 
 
 Of all they chose the best ; 
 So perilous out-lawes as they were 
 
 Walked not by easte nor west. 
 
 forthynketh] repenteth. fosters of the fe] foresters of the 
 
 lordship. 
 
 49' 
 
ADAM BELL, 
 
 CXLII 
 
 When the Kynge this letter had red, 
 
 In liys herte he syghed sore : 
 ' Take up the tables,' anone he bad, 
 
 ' For I may eat no more.* 
 
 CXLIII 
 
 The Kynge called hys best archars 
 
 To the buttes wyth hym to go : 
 ' I wyll se these felowes shote,' he sayd, 
 
 ' In the north have wrought this wo.' 
 
 CXLIV 
 
 The Kynge's bowmen buske them blyve, 
 
 And the Quene's archers also ; 
 So dyd these thre wyght yemen ; 
 
 With them they thought to go. 
 
 CXLV 
 
 There twyse or thryse they shote about 
 
 For to assay theyr hande ; 
 There was no shote these yemen shot, 
 
 That any prycke myght stand. 
 
 CXLVI 
 
 Then spake Wyllyam of Cloudesley^ 
 
 ' By God that for me dyed, 
 I hold hym never no good archar. 
 
 That shoteth at buttes so wyde.' — 
 
 CXLVII 
 
 ' At what a butte now wold ye shote, 
 
 I pray thee tell to me ? ' — 
 ' Nay, syr,' lie sayd, ' at such a butte 
 
 As men use in my countre.' 
 
 biittes]' targets. buske them] busked, made them leady. 
 
 blyve] = belyfe supra, straightway. piycke] mark. 
 492 
 
CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC. 
 
 CXLVIII 
 
 Wyllyam wente into a fyeld, 
 
 And with him his two brethren : 
 There they set up two hasell roddes 
 
 Twenty score paces betwene. 
 
 CXLIX 
 
 ' I hold him an archar,' said Cloudesley, 
 ' That yonder wande cleveth in two,' — 
 
 ' Here is none suche,' sayd the Kynge, 
 ' Nor no man can so do.' 
 
 CL 
 
 ' I shall assaye, syr,' sayd Cloudesley, 
 
 ' Or that I farther go.' 
 Cloudesley with a bearyng arowe 
 
 Clave the wand in two.' 
 
 CLE 
 
 ' Thou art the best archer,' then said the Kynge, 
 
 ' Forsothe that ever I se.' — 
 ' And yet for your love,' sayd Wyllyam, 
 
 ' I wyll do more maystery. 
 
 CLII 
 
 ' I have a Sonne is seven yere olde, 
 
 He is to me full deare ; 
 I wyll hym tye unto a stake ; 
 
 All shall se, that be here ; 
 
 cm I 
 ' And lay an apple upon hys head, 
 
 And go syxe score paces hym fro, 
 And I my selfe with a brode arow 
 
 Shall cleve the apple in two.' 
 
 bearyng arowe] a long arrow, tapered to carry far. 
 
 .493 
 
ADAM BELL, 
 
 CLIV 
 
 ' Now haste the,' then sayd the Kynge, 
 ' By hym that dyed on a tre, 
 
 But yf thou do not, as thou best sayde, 
 Hanged shalt thou be. 
 
 CLV 
 
 ' An thou touche his bead or gowne. 
 
 In syght that men may se, 
 By all the sayntes that be in heaven, 
 
 I shall hange you all thre ! ' 
 
 CLVI 
 
 ' That I have promised,' said Wyllyam, 
 ' That I wyll never forsake.' 
 
 And there even before the Kynge 
 In the earth he drove a stake : 
 
 CLVII 
 
 And bound thereto his eldest sonne, 
 And bad hym stand styll thereat ; 
 
 And turned the childe's face him fro. 
 Because he should not start. 
 
 CLVIII 
 
 An apple upon his head he set. 
 And then his bowe he bent : 
 
 Syxe score paces they were out-met, 
 And thether Cloudesley went 
 
 CLIX 
 
 There he drew out a fayr brode arrowe, 
 — Hys bowe was great and longe,— 
 
 He set that arrowe in his bowe, 
 That was both styffe and stronge. 
 
 out-met] measured out, 
 494 
 
CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, ETC. 
 
 CLX 
 
 He praySd the people, that was there, 
 That they all styll wold stand, 
 
 ' For he that shoteth for such a wager, 
 Behoveth a stedfast hand.' 
 
 CLXI 
 
 Muche people prayed for Gloudesley, 
 
 That his lyfe saved myght be, 
 A.nd whan he made hym redy to shote, 
 
 There was rnany weeping e'e. 
 
 CLXII 
 
 But Cloudesley clefte the apple in two, 
 
 That many a man it se ; 
 ' Over God's forbode,' sayde the Kynge, 
 
 ' That thou shold shote at me ! ' 
 
 CLXIII 
 
 ' I geve thee eightene pence a day, 
 And my bow^ shalt thou here. 
 
 And over all the north countre 
 I make the chyfe rydere.' 
 
 CLXIV 
 
 ' And I thyrtene pence,' said the Quene, 
 
 ' By God, and by my fay ; 
 Come feche thy payment when thou wylt, 
 
 No man shall say the nay. 
 
 CLXV 
 
 ' Wyllyam, I make the a gentleman 
 
 Of clothyng, and of fe : 
 And thy brethren yemen of my chambre, 
 
 For they are so semely to se. 
 
 rydere] ranger. 
 
 495 
 
n.Jjr».ivj. ojc/i-ji-., 
 
 CLXVI, 
 
 ' Your Sonne, for he is tendre of age, 
 Of my wyne-seller he shall be ; 
 
 And when he commeth to mans estate, 
 Better avaunced shall he be. 
 
 'And, Wyllyam, bring me your wife,' said the Quen 
 
 ' Me longeth her sore to se : 
 She shall be my chefe gentlewoman. 
 
 To governe my nurserye.' 
 
 CLXVIII . 
 
 The yemen thanked them all courteously. 
 And sayd,'To Rome wyl we wend, 
 
 Of all the synnes, that we have done. 
 To be assoyld at his hand.' 
 
 CLXIX 
 
 So forth be gone these good yemen. 
 
 As fast as they might hye ; 
 And after came and dwell'd with the Kynge, 
 
 And dyed good men all thre. 
 
 CLXX 
 
 Thus endeth the lyves of these good yemen ; 
 
 God send them eternall blysse ; 
 And all, that with a hand-bowe shoteth : 
 
 That of heven they may never mysse ! 
 
 -496 
 
II f. A Little Geste of T{obin Hood 
 and his Meiny 
 
 The First Fytte 
 
 How Robin Hood befriended a poor Knight, Sir Richard 
 at the Lee 
 
 I 
 
 ETHE and listen; Gentlemen, 
 That be of free-born blood : 
 I shall you tell of a good yeoman, 
 His name was Robin Hood. 
 II 
 Robin was a proud outlaw, 
 
 The while he walked on ground ; 
 So courteous an outlaw as he was one 
 Was never none y-found. 
 Ill 
 Robin stood in Barnesdale, 
 
 And leaned him to a tree ; 
 And by him stood Little John, 
 A good yeoman was he. 
 
 IV 
 
 And also did good Scathelock, ' 
 
 And Much, the miller's son ; 
 There was none inch of his body. 
 
 But it was worth a gioom. 
 
 V 
 
 Then bespake him Little John 
 
 All unto Robin Hood : 
 ' Master, an ye would dine betimes 
 
 It would do you much good.' 
 
 Meiny] retinue. Lithe] hearken. Barnesdale] a forest 
 
 region between Pontefract and Doncaster. groom] man, , 
 
 497 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 VI 
 
 Then bespake him good Robin : 
 
 ♦ To dine 1 have no lest, 
 Till that I have some bold baron, 
 
 Or some uncouth guest, 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Till that I have some bold baron 
 
 That may pay for the best, 
 Or else some knight, or some sqiiier 
 
 That dwelleth here by West.' 
 vni 
 A good manner then had Robin ; 
 
 In land where that he were, 
 Every day ere he would dine 
 
 Three masses would he hear : 
 
 IX 
 
 The one in worship of the Father, 
 The other of the Holy Ghost, 
 
 The third was of Our dear Lady 
 That he loved alder-most. 
 
 X 
 
 Robin loved our dear Lady ; 
 
 For doubt of deadly sin 
 Would he no company do harm 
 
 That woman was therein. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Master,' then said Little John, 
 ' An we our board shall spread, 
 
 Tell us whither we shall go, 
 And what life we shall lead ; 
 
 lest] lust, desire. uncouth] unknown, strange. were] 
 
 might be. alder] of all. doubt] fear. 
 
 498 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Where we shall take, where we shall leave. 
 
 Where we shall abide behind, 
 Where we shall rob, where we shall reave, 
 
 Where we shall beat and bind.' 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' Thereof no force,' then said Robin ; 
 
 ' We shall do well enow ; 
 But look ye do no husband harm 
 
 That tilleth with his plough. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' No more ye shall no good yeoman 
 That walketh by green-wood shaw ; 
 
 Nor yet no knight nor no squier 
 That will be a good fellaw. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' These bishops and these archbishops, 
 
 Ye shall them beat and bind ; 
 The High Sheriff of Nottingham, 
 
 Him hold ye in your mind.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' This word shall be held,' said Little John, 
 
 ' This lesson we shall lere ; 
 It is far days ; God send us a guest. 
 
 That we were at our dinnere.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' Take thy good bow,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Let Much wend with thee, 
 And so shall William Scathelock, 
 
 And no man abide with me ; 
 
 reave] plunder. force] matter, account. husband] 
 
 liusbandman. shaw] grove. lere] learn, far days] 
 
 late in the day. 
 
 499 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' And walk ye up unto the Sayles, 
 And so to Watling Street, 
 
 And wait after some uncouth guest ; 
 Upchance ye may them meet. 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Be he an earl, or any baron, 
 
 Abbot, or any knight, 
 Bring ye him to lodge with me ; 
 
 His dinner shall be dight.' 
 
 XX 
 
 Then went they up unto the Sayles, 
 Those yeoman alle three ; 
 
 They looked east, they looked west, 
 They mighte no man see. 
 
 XXI 
 
 But as they looked in Barnesdale, 
 
 By a derne street, 
 Then came a knight a-riding up ; 
 
 Full soon they gan him meet. 
 
 XXII 
 
 All dreary then was his semblaunt, 
 And little was his pride ; 
 
 His one foot in the stirrup stood. 
 The other waved beside. 
 
 the Sayles] a small farm near Pontefract. Watling Street] 
 
 the great North road. Upchance] perchance. dight] 
 
 prepared. derne] hidden, retired. street] road, 
 
 semblaunt] aspect. 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 XXIII 
 
 His' hood hang'd in his eyen two ; 
 
 He rode in simple array ; 
 A sorrier man than he was one 
 
 Rode never in summer day. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 Little John was full courteous, 
 
 And set him on his knee ; 
 ' Welcome be ye, gentle Knight, 
 
 Welcome are ye to me. 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' Welcome be thou to greene wood. 
 
 Hende Knight and free ; 
 My master hath abiden you fasting 
 
 Sir, all these houres three.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' Who is thy master ? ' said the Knight. 
 
 John said, ' Robin Hood.' 
 ' He is a good yeoman,' said the Knight, 
 
 ' Of him I have heard much good. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' I grant,' he said, * with you to wend, 
 
 My brethren, all in fere ; 
 My purpose was to have dined to-day 
 
 At Blyth or Doncastere.' 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 Forth then went this gentle Knight, 
 
 With a careful cheer ; 
 The tears out of his eyen ran^ 
 
 And fell down by his leer. 
 
 And set him, &c.] and knelt down. Hende] gracious, 
 
 fere] company. Blyth] near E. Retford. careful 
 
 cheer] sad countenance. leer] cheek. 
 
 So> 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 XXIX 
 
 They brought him to the lodge door ; 
 
 When Robin gan him see, 
 Full courteously did ofF his hood, 
 
 And set him on his knee. 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' Welcome, Sir Knight,' then said Robin, 
 
 ' Welcome art thou to me ; 
 I have abiden you fasting, sir. 
 
 All these houres three.' 
 
 XXXI 
 
 Then answered the gentle Knight, 
 With wordes fair and free ; 
 
 ' God thee save, good Robin, 
 And all thy fair meinee.' 
 
 xxxu 
 
 They washed together and wiped both, 
 
 And set to their dinnere ; 
 Bread and wine they had enough, 
 
 And numbles of the deer. 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 Swans and pheasants they had full good. 
 
 And fowls of the rivere ; 
 There failed none so little a bird 
 
 That ever was bred on brere. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 ' Do gladly. Sir Knight,' said Robin. 
 
 ' Gramerci, sir,' said he ; 
 ' Such a dinner had I not 
 
 Of all these weekes three. 
 
 numbles] inwards, tripe. brere] briar. 
 
 S03 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' If I come again, Robin, 
 
 Here by this country. 
 As good a dinner I shall thee make 
 
 As thou hast made to me.' 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 ' Gramerci, Knight,' said Robin Hood ; 
 
 ' My dinner when I have, 
 I was never so greedy, by dear-worth God, 
 
 My dinner for to crave. 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' But pray ere 3'e wend,' said Robin Hood ; 
 
 ' Me thinketh it is good right ; 
 It was never the manner, by dear-worth God, 
 
 A yeoman to pay for a knight.' 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 ' I have nought in my coffers,' said the Knight, 
 ' That I may proffer for shame : ' 
 
 ' Little John, go look,' said Robin Hood, 
 ' Nor let not for no blame.' 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 ' Tell me truth,' said Robin Hood, 
 ' So God have part of thee.' — 
 
 ' I have no more than ten shillings, 
 So God have part of me.' 
 
 XL 
 
 ' If thou hast no more,' said Robin, 
 
 ' I will not one penny ; 
 And if thou need of any more, 
 
 More shall I lende thee, 
 
 dear- worth] precious. let] desist. have part of 
 
 thee] side with thee, aid thee. 
 
 503 
 
A. LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 XLI 
 
 ' Go now forth, Little John, 
 
 The truthe tell thou me ; 
 If there be. no more but ten shillings, 
 
 No penny that I see.' 
 
 XLII 
 
 Little John his mantle spread 
 
 Full fair upon the ground, 
 And there he found in the Knight's coffer 
 
 But even half a pound. 
 
 XUII 
 
 Little John let it lie full still, 
 And went to his master low ; 
 
 ' What tidings, John ? ' said Robin Hood. — 
 ' Sir, the Knight is true enow.' 
 
 XLIV 
 
 ' Fill of the best wine,' said Robin, 
 
 ' The Knight shall begin ; 
 Muche wonder thinketh me 
 
 Thy clothing is so thin. 
 
 XLV 
 
 ' Tell me one word,' said Robin, 
 
 ' And counsel shall it be ; 
 I trow thou wert made a knight of force, 
 
 Or else of yeomanry. 
 
 XLVI 
 
 ' Or else thou hast been a sorry husband, 
 And lived in stroke and strife ; 
 
 An okerer, or a lecher, 
 
 With wrong hast led thy life.' 
 
 counsel] secret. of force] by force. of yeomanry] 
 
 from the yeoman class. a sorry husband] a wretched manager, 
 okerer] usurer. lecher] an unchaste man. 
 504 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 XLVII 
 
 ' 1 am none of those,' said the Knight, 
 
 ' By Him that made me ; 
 An hundred winter here before 
 
 Mine anc'tors knights have be. 
 
 XLvm 
 ' But oft it hath befal'n, Robin, 
 
 A man hath been disgrate ; 
 But God, that sitteth in heaven above, 
 
 May amend his state. 
 
 XLIX 
 
 ' Within these two years, Robin,' he said, 
 ' My neighbours well it kenn'd, 
 
 Four hundred pounds of good monly 
 Full well then might I spend. 
 
 L 
 ' Now have I no good,' said the Knight, 
 
 ' God hath shapen such an end. 
 But my children and my wife. 
 
 Till God it may amend.' 
 
 LI 
 
 ' In what manner,' then said Robin, 
 ' Hast thou lorn thy richess ? ' 
 
 ' For my great folly,' he said, 
 ' And for my kindeness. 
 
 LII 
 
 ' I had a son forsooth, Robin, 
 
 That should have been mine heir; 
 
 When he was twenty winter old 
 In field would joust full fair. 
 
 disgrate] fallen in fortune. kenn'd] knew. lorn] lost. 
 
 SOS 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 LIII 
 
 ' He silew a knight of Lancashire, 
 
 And a squier bold ; 
 For to save him in his right 
 
 My goods are set and sold. 
 
 LIV 
 
 ' My lands are set to wed, Robin, 
 
 Until a certain day, 
 To a rich Abbot here beside 
 
 Of St. Mary's Abbey.' 
 
 LV 
 
 ' What is the sum ? ' said Robin Hood ; 
 
 ' The truths tell thou me ; ' 
 ' Sir,' he said, ' four hundred pound ; 
 
 The Abbot told it me.' 
 
 LVI 
 
 ' An thou lose thy land,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' What shall fall of thee ? '— 
 ' Hastily I will me busk 
 
 Over the sake sea, 
 
 LVII 
 
 ' And see where Christ was quick and dead, 
 
 On the mount of Calvary ; 
 Farewell, friend, and have good day ; 
 
 It may no better be.' 
 
 LVIII 
 
 Tears fell out of his eyen two ; 
 
 He would have gone his way ; 
 ' Farewell, friends, and have good day, 
 
 I have no more to pay.' 
 
 set to wed] put to pledge, mortgaged. told] countei 
 
 fall of] become of. busk] make ready to go. 
 
 So6 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 LIX 
 
 ' Where be thy friends,' said Robin Hood. 
 
 ' Sir, never one will me know ; 
 While I was rich enough at home 
 
 Great boast then would they blow. 
 
 LX 
 
 ' And now they run away from me, 
 
 As beastes in a raw ; 
 They take no more heed of me 
 
 Than they me never saw.' 
 LXI 
 
 For ruth then wepte Little John, 
 
 Scathelock and Much in fere ; 
 ' Fill of the best wine,' said Robin, 
 
 ' For here is a simple cheer. 
 Lxn 
 ' Hast thou any friends,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Thy borrows that will be ? ' 
 ' I have none,' then said the Knight, 
 
 ' But Him that died on tree ! ' 
 
 LXIII 
 
 ' Do way thy japes,' said Robin, 
 
 ' Thereof will I right none ; 
 Ween'st thou I would have God to borrow, 
 
 Peter, Paul or John .' 
 
 LXIV 
 
 ' Nay, by Him that made me. 
 
 And shope both sun and moon, 
 Find better borrow,' said Robin, 
 
 ' Or money get'st thou none.' 
 
 raw] row. borrows] sureties. Do vi'ay thy japes] away 
 
 with thy jests. to] for. shope] created. 
 
 507 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 LXV 
 
 ' I have none other,' said the Knight, 
 
 ' The soothe for to say, 
 But if it be Our dear Lady ; 
 
 She fail'd never ere this day.' 
 
 LXVI 
 
 ' By dear-worth God,' said Robin Hood, 
 ' To seek all England thorough, 
 
 Yet found I never to my pay 
 A muche better borrow. 
 
 LXVII 
 
 ' Come now forth, Little John, 
 
 And go to my treasury, 
 And bringe me four hundred pound, 
 
 And look well told it be.' 
 
 Lxvin 
 Forth then wentS Little John, 
 
 And Scathelock went before ; 
 He told him out four hundred pound 
 
 By eight and twenty score. 
 
 LXIX 
 
 ' Is this well told ? ' said Little Much ; 
 
 John said, ' What grieveth thee ? 
 It is alms to help a gentle knight 
 
 That is fal'n in poverty.' 
 
 LXX 
 
 ' Master,' then said Little John, 
 
 ' His clothing is full thin ; 
 Ye must give the Knight a livery 
 
 To lap his body therein. 
 
 But if] unless. lap] wrap. 
 
 508 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 LXXI 
 
 ' For ye have scarlet and green, master, 
 
 And many a rich array ; 
 There is no merchant in merry England 
 
 So rich, I dare well say.' — 
 
 LXXII 
 
 ' Take him three yards of each colofir, 
 
 And look well mete it be.' — 
 Little John took no measflre 
 
 But his how^-tree. 
 
 LXXIII 
 
 And at every handful that he met 
 
 He leaped o'er feet three ; 
 ' What devilkin's draper,' said Little Much, 
 
 ' Thinkest thou for to be ? ' 
 
 LXXIV 
 
 Scathelock stood full still and laughed, 
 
 And said, ' He meteth right. 
 John may give him good measure, 
 
 For it costeth him but light.' 
 
 LXXV 
 
 ' Master,' then said Little John 
 
 All unto Robin Hood, 
 ' Ye must give the Knight a horse 
 
 To lead home all this good.' 
 
 LXXVI 
 
 ' Take him a grey courser,' said Robin, 
 
 ' And a saddle new ; 
 He is Our Lady's messenger ; 
 
 God grant that he be true ! ' 
 
 mete] meted, measured. met] measured. 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 LXXVII 
 
 ' And a good palfrey,' said Little Much, 
 
 ' To maintain him in his right ; ' 
 ' And a pair of boots,' said ScathMocIc, 
 
 ' For he is a gentle knight,' 
 
 LXXVIII 
 
 ' What shall thou give him, Little John ? ' — 
 
 ' Sir, a pair of gilt spurs clean, 
 To pray for all this company ; 
 
 God bring him out of teen.' 
 
 LXXIX 
 
 ' When shall my day be,' said the Knight, 
 
 ' Sir, an your wille be ? ' — 
 ' This day twelve moneth,' said Robin, 
 
 ' Under this green-wood tree. 
 
 LXXX 
 
 ' It were great shame,' said Robin, 
 
 ' A knight alone to ride, 
 Withoute squire, yeoman, or page. 
 
 To walke by his side. 
 
 LXXXI 
 
 ' I shall thee lend Little John, my man, 
 
 For he shall be thy knave ; 
 In a yeoman's stead he may thee stand. 
 
 If thou great needS have.' 
 
 palfrey] a saddle-horse. . teen] trouble. knave] servant. 
 
 5» 
 
RuiJiJN HUUJD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 The Second Fytle 
 
 How the Knight paid his Creditors against their will 
 
 LXXXII 
 
 Now is the Knight gone on his way ; 
 
 This game him tliought full good ; 
 When he looked on Barnesdale, 
 
 He blessed Robin Hood. 
 
 LXXXIII 
 
 And when he thought on Barnesdale, 
 On Scathelock, Much, and John, 
 
 He blessed them for a company 
 The best he ever in come. 
 
 LXXXIV 
 
 ' Then spake that gentle Knight, 
 To Little John gan he say, 
 
 ' To-morrow I must to York town 
 To Saint Mary's Abbey ; 
 
 LXXXV 
 
 ' And to the Abbot of that place 
 Four hundred pound must pay ; 
 
 But I be there upon this night 
 My land is lost for aye.' 
 
 LXXXVI 
 
 The Abbot said to liis Convent, 
 Where he stood on ground, 
 
 ' This day twelve moneth came a knight, 
 And borrowed four hundred pound. 
 
 come] came. But] unless. 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 LXXXVII 
 
 ' He borrowed four hundred pound 
 
 Upon his land and fee ; 
 But he come this ilke day 
 
 Disherited shall he be.' 
 
 LXXXVIII 
 
 ' It is full early,' said the Prior, 
 ' The day is not yet far gone ; 
 
 I had liever pay an hundred pound, 
 And lay it down anon. 
 
 LXXXIX 
 
 ' The Knight is far beyond the sea. 
 
 In England is his right, 
 And sufFereth hunger and cold 
 
 And many a sorry night, 
 xc 
 ' It were great pity,' said the Prior, 
 
 ' So to have his land ; 
 An ye be so light of your conscience. 
 
 Ye do him muche shand.' 
 xci 
 ' Thou art ever in my beard,' said the Abbot, 
 
 ' By God and Saint Richard ! ' 
 With that came in a fat-headed monk, 
 
 TheHighe Cellarer., 
 xcii 
 ' He is dead or hanged,' said the monk, 
 
 ' By Him that bought me dear, 
 And we shall have to spend in this place 
 
 Four hundred pound by year.' 
 
 fee] property. ilke] same. shand] shame, in my 
 
 beard] contradicting, or thwarting me, 
 5" 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 XCIII 
 
 The Abbot and the High Cellarer 
 
 Started forth full bold, 
 The High Justice of Engeland 
 
 The Abbot there did hold, 
 xciv 
 The High Justice and many mo 
 
 Had taken into their hand 
 Wholly all the Knight&s debt, 
 
 To put that Knight to shand. 
 xcv 
 They deemed the Knight wonder sore, 
 
 The Abbot and his meinee : 
 ' But he come this ilke day, 
 
 Disherited shall he be.' 
 xcvi 
 ' He will not come yet,' said the Justice, 
 
 ' I dare well undertake.' 
 But in sorry tim^ for them all 
 
 The Knight came to the gate. 
 
 XCVII 
 
 Then bespake that gentle Knight 
 
 Until his meinee : 
 ' Now put on your simple weeds 
 
 That ye brought from the sea.' 
 
 XCVIII 
 
 They putten on their simple weeds, 
 
 They came to the gates anon ; 
 The Porter was ready himself. 
 
 And welcomed them every one. 
 
 deemed] judged. wonder sore] raonstrous severely. 
 
 Until] tinto. 
 
 1225 S .^'3 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 XCIX 
 
 ' Welcome, Sir Knight,' said the Porter, 
 
 ' My lord to meat is he, 
 And so is many a gentle man. 
 
 For the love of thee.' 
 
 c 
 The Porter swore a full great oath : 
 
 ' By Him that made me, 
 Here be the beste corsed horse 
 
 That ever yet I see. 
 
 CI 
 
 ' Lead them into the stable,' he said, 
 
 ' That eased might they be ' ; 
 ' They shall not come therein,' said the Knight, 
 
 ' By Him that died on tree.' 
 
 Cll 
 Lord^s were to meat j'-set 
 
 In that Abbot's hall ; 
 The Knight went forth and kneeled down 
 
 And salued them great and small. 
 
 cm 
 'Do gladly. Sir Abbot,' said the Knight, 
 
 ' I am come to hold my day.' 
 The first word that the Abbot spake, 
 
 ' Hast thou brought me my pay i ' 
 
 CIV 
 
 ' Not one penny,' said the Knight, 
 
 ' By Him that maked me ' : 
 ' Thou art a shrewd debtor,' said the Abbot ; 
 
 ' Sir Justice, drink to me ! ' 
 
 corsed] bodied. salued] saluted. shrewd] cnrsed. 
 S'4 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 cv 
 ' What doest thou here,' said the Abbot, 
 
 ' But thou hadst brought thy pay ? ' 
 ' Alack is me,' then said the Knight, 
 
 ' To pray of a longer day ! ' 
 
 cvi 
 ' Thy day is broke,' said the Justice, 
 
 ' Land gettest thou none.' — 
 ' Now, good Sir Justice, be my friend. 
 
 And fend me of my fone ! ' 
 
 CVII 
 ' I am held with the Abbot,' said the Justice, 
 
 ' Both with cloth and fee.' — 
 ' Now, good Sir Sheriff, be my friend ! ' 
 
 ' Nay, nay, not I,' said he. 
 
 CVIII 
 
 ' Now, good Sir Abbot, be my friend. 
 
 For thy courtesy. 
 And hold my land^s in thy hand 
 
 Till I have made thee gree 
 
 Cix 
 ' And I will be thy true servant 
 
 And truly serve thee. 
 Till ye have four hundred pound 
 
 Of money good and free.' 
 
 ex 
 The Abbot sware a full great oath, 
 
 ' By Him that died on tree, 
 Get thy landes where thou mayst, 
 
 For thou gettest none of me ! ' 
 
 But] if not. fend] defend. fone] foes. gree] satisfaqtion. 
 
 5'5 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CXI 
 
 ' By dear-worth God,' then said the Knight, 
 ' That all this worlde wrought, 
 
 But I have my land again, 
 Full dear it shall be bought. 
 
 CXII 
 
 ' God, that was of a maiden born, 
 
 Give us well to speed ! 
 For it is good to assay a friend 
 
 Ere that a man have need.' 
 
 CXIII 
 
 The Abbot loathly on him gan look. 
 
 And villainously him gan call ; 
 ' Out,' he said, ' thou false Knight, 
 
 Speed thee out of my hall ! ' 
 cxiv 
 ' Thou liest,' said the gentle Knight, 
 
 ' Abbot, in thy hall ; 
 False Knight was 1 never. 
 
 By God that made us all.' 
 
 cxv 
 Up then stood that gentle Knight, 
 
 To the Abbot said he, 
 ' To suffer a knight to kneel so long. 
 
 Thou canst no courtesy. 
 
 cxvi 
 ' In joustes and in tournaments 
 
 Full far then have I be. 
 And put myself as far in press 
 
 As any that ever I see.' 
 
 But I have] unless I have. canst] knowest. put myself . . 
 in press] adventured myself. 
 iii6 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CXVII 
 
 ' What will ye give more,' said the Justice, 
 ' An the Knight shall make a release ? 
 
 And ell^s dare I safely swear 
 
 Ye hold never your land in peace.' 
 
 CXVIII 
 
 'An hundred pound,' said the Abbot; 
 
 The Justice said, ' Give him two ; * 
 ' Nay, by God,' said the Knight, 
 
 ' Ye get not my land so. 
 
 cxix 
 ' Though ye would give a thousand more, 
 
 Yet were ye never the nigher ; 
 Shall there never be mine heir 
 
 Abbot, Justice, nor Friar.' 
 
 cxx 
 He started to a board anon, 
 
 Till a table round. 
 And here he shook out of a bag 
 
 Even four hundred pound. 
 
 cxxi 
 ' Have here thy gold. Sir Abbot,' he said, 
 
 ' Which that thou lentest me ; 
 Hadst thou been courteous at my coming, 
 
 I would have rewarded thee.' 
 
 CXXII 
 
 The Abbot sat still, and ate no more, 
 
 For all his royal fare ; 
 He cast his head on his shoulder. 
 
 And fast began to stare. 
 
 release] quittance. elles] else. 
 
 S>7 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CXXIII 
 
 ' Take me my gold again,' he said, 
 ' Sir Justice, that I took thee.' — 
 
 ' Not a penny,' said the Justice, 
 ' By Him that died on tree.' — 
 
 cxfxiv 
 ' Sir Abbot, and ye men of law. 
 
 Now have I held my day ; 
 Now shall I have my land again, 
 
 For aught that you can say.' 
 
 cxxv 
 The Knight out started of the door, 
 
 Away was all his care. 
 And on he put his good clothing. 
 
 The other he left there, 
 
 cxxvi 
 He went him forth full merry singing, 
 
 As men have told in tale ; 
 His Lady met him at the gate, 
 
 At home in Uttersdale, 
 cxxvii 
 ' Welcome, my lord,' said his Lady ; 
 
 ' Sir, lost is all your good ? ' — 
 ' Be merry, dame,' said the Knight, 
 
 ' And pray for Robin Hood, 
 
 CXXVIII 
 
 ' That ever his soule be in bliss : 
 
 He help me out of teen ; 
 Ne had not been his kind^ness, 
 
 Beggars had we been. 
 
 Take] give. Ne had not been] had it not been for. 
 
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ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 cxxix 
 ' The Abbot and I accorded be, 
 
 He is served of his pay ; 
 The goode yeoman lent it me, 
 
 As T came by the way.' 
 cxxx 
 This Knight then dwelled fair at home, 
 
 The soothe for to say, 
 Till he had got four hundred pound, 
 
 All ready for to pay. 
 cxxxi 
 He purvey'd him an hundred bows, 
 
 The stringes well y-dight. 
 An hundred sheaf of arrows good, 
 
 The heads burnish'd full bright ; 
 cxxxii 
 And every arrow an ell^ long. 
 
 With peacock well y-dight, 
 Y-notch^d all with white silver ; 
 
 It was a seemly sight, 
 cxxxni 
 He purvey'd him an hundred men, 
 
 Well harness'd in that stead, 
 And himself in that same suit, 
 
 And clothed in white and red. 
 cxxxiv 
 He bare a lancegay in his hand, 
 
 And a man led his mail, 
 And roden with a light6 song 
 
 Unto Barnesdale. 
 
 With peacock . . . y-dight] fitted with peacock feathers, 
 lancegay] a javelin-lance. his mail] his bag or trunk. roden] 
 they rode. 
 
 S'9 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 cxxxv 
 
 As he went at a bridge there was a wrestling, 
 
 And there tarried was he, 
 And there was all the best yeomen, 
 
 Of all the west country, 
 cxxxvi 
 A full fair game tliere was upset, 
 
 A white bull up y-pight ; 
 A great courser with saddle and bridle. 
 
 With gold burnish 'd full bright ; 
 cxxxvil 
 A pair of gloves, a red gold ring, 
 
 A pipe of wine, in good fay : 
 What man beareth him best, i-wis. 
 
 The prize shall bear away, 
 cxxxviii 
 There was a yeoman in that place. 
 
 And best worthy was he. 
 And for he was far and frembd bestad, 
 
 I-slain he should have be. 
 
 cxxxix 
 The Knight had ruth of this yeoman. 
 
 In place where that he stood, 
 He said that yeoman should have no harm, 
 
 For love of Robin Hood. 
 
 CXL 
 
 The Knight pressed into the place, 
 An hundred followed him free, 
 
 With bows bent, and arrows sharp. 
 For to shende that company. 
 
 y-pight] placed, fixed. far and frembd bestad] in the plight 
 of one from far and a stranger. shende] shame. 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CXLI 
 
 They shoulder'd all, and made him room, 
 
 To wete what he would say, 
 He took the yeoman by the hand 
 
 And gave him all the play ; 
 
 CXLII 
 
 He gave him five mark for his wine, 
 
 There it lay on the mould. 
 And bade it should be set a-broach, 
 
 Drink who so would. 
 
 CXLIII 
 
 Thus long tarried this gentle Knight, 
 
 Till that play was done . . 
 So long abode Robin fasting. 
 
 Three hours after the noon. 
 
 The Third Fytte 
 
 How Little John robbed the Sheriff of Nottingham and 
 delivered him into Robin Hood's hands 
 
 CXLIV 
 
 Lithe and listen, gentlemen, 
 
 All that now be here, 
 Of Little John, that was the Knight's man, 
 
 Good mirth shall ye hear. 
 
 CXLV 
 
 It was upon a merry day, 
 
 That young men would go shete ; 
 
 Little John fet his bow anon, 
 And said he would them meet. 
 
 wete] know. shete] shoot. fet] fetched. 
 
 S .^ 52« 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CXLVI 
 
 Three times Little John shot about, 
 
 And alway cleft the wand, 
 The proud Sheriff of Nottingham 
 
 By the marks gan stand. 
 
 CXLVII 
 
 The Sheriff swore a full great oath, 
 ' By Him that died on a tree, 
 
 This man is the best archer 
 That yet saw 1 me. 
 
 CXLVIII 
 
 ' Say me now, wight young man. 
 
 What is now thy name ? 
 In what country were thou born. 
 
 And where is thy woning wane ? ' — 
 
 CXLIX 
 
 ' In Holderness I was bore, 
 
 I-wis, all of my dame, 
 Men call me Reynold Greenleaf, 
 
 When I am at hame.' — 
 
 CL 
 
 ' Say me, Reynold Greenleaf, 
 
 Wilt thou dwell with me ? 
 And every year I will thee give 
 
 Twenty mark to thy fee.' — 
 
 CLI 
 
 ' I have a master,' said Little John, 
 
 ' A courteous knight is he 
 May ye get leave of him. 
 
 The better may it be.' 
 
 wight] strong, brave. woning wane] usual dwelling-place. 
 I-wis] assuredly. 
 5" 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CLII 
 
 The Sheriff got Little John 
 Twelve months of the Knight, 
 
 Therefore he gave him right anon 
 A good horse and a wight. 
 
 CLUi 
 Now is Little John the Sheriff's man, 
 
 He give us well to speed, 
 But alway thought Little John 
 
 To quit him well his meed. 
 
 CLIV 
 
 ' Now so God me help,' said Little John, 
 
 ' And by my true lewt^, 
 I shall be the worst servant to him 
 
 That ever yet had he.' 
 
 CLV 
 
 It befell upon a Wednesday, 
 
 The Sheriff on hunting was gone. 
 
 And Little John lay in his bed. 
 And was forgotten at home. 
 
 CLVI 
 
 Therefore he was fasting 
 
 Till it was past the noon. 
 ' Good sir steward, I pray thee, 
 
 Give me to dine,' said Little John. 
 
 CLVII 
 
 ' It is too long for Greenleaf, 
 
 Fasting so long to be ; 
 Therefore I pray thee, steward. 
 
 My dinner give thou me.' 
 
 meed] reward. lewte] loyalty. 
 
 523 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CLVIII 
 
 ' Shalt thou never eat nor drink,' said the steward, 
 ' Till my lord be come to town.' 
 
 ' I make mine avow to God,' said Little John, 
 ' I had liefer to crack thy crown.' 
 
 CLIX 
 
 The butler was full uncourteous, 
 
 There he stood on floor, 
 He started to the buttery, 
 
 And shut fast the door. 
 
 CLX 
 
 Little John gave the butler such a rap, 
 
 His back yede nigh in two : 
 Tho' he lived an hundred winter. 
 
 The worse he should go. 
 
 CLXI 
 
 He spurn 'd the door with his foot, 
 
 It went up -well and fine. 
 And there he made a large livery 
 
 Both of ale and wine. 
 
 CLXII 
 
 ' Sith ye will not dine,' said Little John, 
 
 ' I shall give you to drink. 
 And though ye live an hundred winter. 
 
 On Little John ye shall think.' 
 
 CLXIII 
 
 Little John ate, and Little John drank. 
 
 The while that he wolde. 
 The Sheriff had in his kitchen a cook, 
 
 A stout man and a bold. 
 
 yede] went. livery] allowance of food. Sith] since. 
 
 524 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 cLxrv 
 ' I make mine avow to God,' said the cook, 
 
 * Thou art a shrewd hind, 
 In an household to dwell, 
 
 For to ask thus to dine.' 
 
 CLXV 
 
 And there he lent Little John, 
 
 Good strokes three.. 
 ' I make mine avow,' said Little John, 
 
 ' These strokes liketh well me. 
 
 CLXVI 
 
 ' Thou art a bold man and an hardy. 
 
 And so thinketh me ; 
 And or I pass from this place, 
 
 Assay'd better shalt thou be.' 
 
 CLXVII 
 
 Little John drew a good sword. 
 
 The cook took another in hand ; 
 They thought nothing for to flee, 
 
 But stiffly for to stand. 
 
 CLXVIII 
 
 There they fought sore together, 
 
 Two mile way and more. 
 Might neither other harm done. 
 
 The mountenance of an hour. 
 
 CLXIX 
 
 ' I make mine avow to God,' said Little John, 
 
 ' And by my true lewte. 
 Thou art one of the best swordsmen 
 
 That ever yet saw I me. 
 
 hind] knave, servant. lent] gave. mountenance] 
 
 extent, space.. 
 
 535 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CLXX 
 
 * Couldest thou shoot as well in a bow, 
 To green-wood thou shouldest with me, 
 
 And two times in the year thy clothing 
 I-changed' should be ; 
 
 CLXXI 
 
 ' And every year of Robin Hood 
 Twenty mark to thy fee.' — 
 
 'Put up thy sword,' said the cook, 
 ' And fellows will we be.' 
 
 CLXXII 
 
 Then he fette to Little John 
 
 The numbles of a doe. 
 Good bread and full good wine, 
 
 They ate and drank thereto. 
 
 CLXXIII 
 
 And when they had drunken well. 
 Their troths together they plight, 
 
 That they would be with Robin 
 That ilk same day at night. 
 
 CLXXIV 
 
 They did them to the treasure-house, 
 As fast as they might gone. 
 
 The locks that were of good steel 
 They broke them every one ; 
 
 CLXXV 
 
 They took away the silver vessel. 
 And all that they might get. 
 
 Pieces, masars, and spoons. 
 Would they none forget ; 
 
 fette] fetched. masars] maple-bowls. 
 
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ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CLXXVI 
 
 Also they took the good pence, 
 Three hundred pound and three ; 
 
 And did them straight to Robin Hood, 
 Under the green-wood tree. 
 
 CLXXVH 
 
 ' God thee save, my dear master, 
 And Christ thee save and see ! ' 
 
 And then said Robin to Little John, 
 ' Welcome might thou be ; 
 
 CLXXVin 
 ' And also be that fair yeoman 
 
 Thou bringest there with thee. 
 What tidings from Nottingham 
 
 Little John, tell thou me ?' — 
 
 CLXXIX 
 
 ' Well thee greeteth the proud Sheriff, 
 
 And send thee here by me 
 His cook and his silver vessel. 
 
 And three hundred pound and three.'— 
 
 CLXXX 
 
 ' I make mine avow to God,' said Robin, 
 
 ' And to the Trinity, 
 It was never by his good will, 
 
 This good is come to me.' 
 
 Little .Tohn him there bethought. 
 
 On a shrewed wile. 
 Five mile in the forest he ran, 
 
 Him happed at his will. 
 
 537 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CLXXXII 
 
 Then he met the proud Sheriff, 
 Hunting \yith hound and horn, 
 
 Little John cou'd his courtesy, 
 And kneelSd him beforn : 
 
 CLX XXIII 
 
 ' God thee save, my dear master. 
 And Christ thee save and see ! ' — 
 
 ' Reynold Greenleaf,' said the Sheriff, 
 ' Where hast thou now be ? ' — 
 
 CLXXXIV 
 
 ' I have been in this forest, 
 
 A fair sight can I see, 
 It was one of the fairest sights 
 
 That ever yet saw I me ; 
 
 CLXXXV 
 
 * Yonder I see a right fair hart. 
 
 His colour is of green. 
 Seven score of deer upon an herd 
 
 Be with him all bedene ; 
 
 CLXXXVI 
 
 ' His tyndes are so sharp, master, 
 
 Of sixty and well mo, 
 That I durst not shoot for dread 
 
 Lest they would me sloo.' 
 
 CLXXXVII 
 
 ' I make mine avow to God,' said the Sheriff, 
 ' That sight would I fain see.' 
 
 ' Busk you thitherward, my dear master, 
 Anon, and wend with me.' 
 
 con'd] knew. bedene] in company, together. tyndis] 
 
 tines, antlers. sloo] slay. 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CLXXXVUI 
 
 The Sheriff rode, and Little John 
 
 Of foot he was full smart, 
 And when they came afore Robin : 
 
 ' Lo, here is the master hart ! ' 
 
 CLXXXIX 
 
 Still stood the proud Sheriff, 
 
 A sorry man was he : 
 'Woe worth thee, Reynold Greenleaf! 
 
 Thou hast now betrayed me.' 
 
 cxc 
 ' I make mine avow to God,' said Little John, 
 
 ' Master, ye be to blame, 
 I was mis-served of my dinner. 
 
 When I was with you at hame.' 
 
 cxci 
 Soon he was to supper set. 
 
 And served with silver white ; 
 And when the Sheriff saw his vessel. 
 
 For sorrow he might not eat. 
 
 cxcu 
 'Make good cheer,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Sheriff, for charity ! 
 And for the love of Little John, 
 
 Thy life is granted to thee.' 
 
 cxcin 
 When they had supped well, 
 
 The day was all agone, 
 Robin commanded Little John 
 
 To draw off his hosen and shoon, 
 
 5»9 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 cxciv 
 His kirtle and his courtepy, 
 
 That was furrld well fine, 
 And take him a green mantel, 
 
 To lap his body therein. 
 
 cxcv 
 Robin commanded his wight young men. 
 
 Under the green-wood tree, 
 They shall lie in that same sort ; 
 
 That the Sheriff might them see. 
 cxcvi 
 All night lay that proud Sheriff, 
 
 In his breech and in his shirt, 
 No wonder it was in green-wood, 
 
 Tho' his sides do smerte. 
 cxcvil 
 ' Make glad cheer,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Sheriff, for charity ! 
 For this is our order, i-wis. 
 
 Under the green-wood tree.' 
 
 cxcvni 
 ' This is harder order,' said the Sheriff, 
 
 ' Than any anchor or frere ; 
 For all the gold in merry England 
 
 I would not long dwell here.' 
 cxcix 
 ' All these twelve months,' said Robin 
 
 ' Thou shalt dwell with me ; 
 I shall thee teach, proud Sheriff, 
 
 An outlaw for to be,' 
 
 courtepy] a short coat or cloak. lap] wrap. smerte] smart, 
 anchor] hermit. frere] friar. 
 
 530 
 
KUDiJN nuuu AMU HIS MEINY 
 
 GC 
 
 ' Or I here another night lie,' said the SherifF, 
 
 ' Robin, now I pray thee. 
 Smite off my head rather to-morne, 
 
 And I forgive it thee. 
 
 ' Let me go/ then said the Sheriff, 
 
 ' For saint Charity ! 
 And I will be thy best friend 
 
 That ever yet had thee.' 
 
 ecu 
 ' Thou shalt swear me an oath,' said Robin, 
 
 ' On my bright brand, 
 Thou shalt never await me scathe. 
 
 By water nor by land. 
 
 CCIII 
 ' And if thou find any of my men. 
 
 By night or by day. 
 Upon thine oath thou shalt swear, 
 
 To help them that thou may.' 
 
 cciv 
 Now has the Sheriff i-sworn his oath. 
 
 And home he began to gone, 
 He was as full of green-wood 
 
 As ever was hip of stone. 
 
 to-morne] to-morrow. brand] sword await] plan, plot, 
 
 scathe] harm. hip] the fruit of the wild rose. 
 
 Hit 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 The Fourth Fytte 
 
 How Robin Hood was repaid his Loan 
 
 CCV 
 The Sheriff dwelled in Nottingham, 
 
 He was fain that he was gone ; 
 And Robin and his merry men 
 
 Went to wood anon. 
 
 CCVI 
 
 ' Go we to dinner,' said Little John : 
 
 Robin Hood said ' Nay ; 
 For I fear Our Lady be wroth with me, 
 
 For she sent me not my pay.' 
 
 ccvil 
 ' Have no doubt, master,' said Little John ; 
 
 ' Yet is not the sun at rest ; 
 For I dare say and safely swear, 
 
 The Knight is true and trest.' 
 
 ccvm 
 ' Take thy bow in hande,' said Robin, 
 
 ' Let Much wend with thee, 
 And so shall William Scathelock, 
 
 And no man abide with me. 
 
 ccix 
 ' And walk ye up unto the Sayles, 
 
 And' so to Watling Street, 
 And wait after some uncouth guest, 
 
 Upchance ye may them meet. 
 
 trest] trusty. 
 S32 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 ccx 
 ' Whether he be a messenger, 
 
 Or a man that mirthes can, 
 Of my good he shall have some, 
 
 If he be a poore man.' 
 
 ccxi 
 Forth then started Little John, 
 
 Half in tray and teen. 
 And girt him with a full good sword, 
 
 Under a mantle of green. 
 
 CCXII 
 
 They wenten up unto the Sayles, 
 
 Those yeomen alle three ; 
 They looked east, they looked west, 
 
 They might^ no man see. 
 
 ccxiii 
 But as they looked in Barnesdale, 
 
 By the highe-way, 
 Then were they ware of a Black Monk, 
 
 Upon a good palfrey. 
 
 CCXIV 
 
 Then bespake him Little John, 
 
 To Muche gan he say : 
 ' I dare well lay my life to wed. 
 
 That Monk hath brought our pay. 
 
 ccxv 
 ' Make glad cheer,' said Little John, 
 
 ' And dress your bows of yew, 
 And look your hearts be seker and sad, 
 
 Your strings trusty and true. 
 
 that mirthes can] that can crack a joke. tray and teen] grief 
 and trouble. a Black Monk] a Benedictine. wed] wager, 
 
 seker and sad] sure and steady. 
 
 533 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 ccxvi 
 ' The Monk hath two and fifty men, 
 
 And seven somers strong ; 
 There rideth no bishop in this land 
 
 So royally along. 
 
 CCXVII 
 
 ' Bretheren/ said Little John, 
 
 'Here are no more but three ; 
 But we bring them to dinner, 
 Our master we dare not see. 
 ccxviii 
 ' Bend your bows, ' said Little .lohn, 
 
 ' Make all yon press to stand ; 
 The foremost Monk, his life and death 
 Is closed in my hand, 
 ccxix 
 ' Abide, churl Monk ! ' said Little John, 
 
 ' No further that thou wend ; 
 If thou dost, by dear-worth God, 
 Thy death is in my hend. 
 ccxx 
 ' And evil thrift upon thy head, 
 Right under thy hat's band ! 
 For thou hast made our master wroth. 
 He is so lang fastand.' 
 ccxxi 
 ' Who is yoijr master ? ' said the Monk. — 
 
 Little John said, ' Robin Hood.' — 
 ' He is a strong thief,' said the Monk, 
 ' Of him I never heard good.' 
 
 somers] pack-horses. But] unless. press] crowd, 
 
 hend] hands. thrift] thriving, luck. 
 
 i;34 
 
KUJillN ±iUUL» AND hllb MtiiNY 
 
 ccxxu 
 ' Thou liest,' then said Little John, 
 
 ' And that shall rue thee ; 
 He is a yeoman of the forest, 
 
 To dine he hath bidden thee.' 
 
 ccxxm 
 Much was ready with a bolt, 
 
 Rathely and anon, 
 He set the Monk to-fore the breast 
 
 To the ground that he gan gon, 
 
 ccxxiv 
 Of two and fifty wight yeomen 
 
 There abode not one, 
 Save a little page and a groom 
 
 To lead the somers on. 
 
 ccxxv 
 They brought the Monk to the lodge door, 
 
 Whether he were loath or lief, 
 For to speak with Robin Hood, 
 
 Maugre in his teeth. 
 
 ccxxvi 
 Robin did a-down his hood, 
 
 The Monk when that he see ; 
 The Monk was not so courteous, 
 
 His hood he lette be. 
 
 ccxxvii 
 ' He is a churl, by dear-worth God,' 
 
 Then said Little John. 
 ' Thereof no force,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' For courtesy can be none.' 
 
 bolt] a bhint arrow. Rathely] quickly. set . . . to-fore] 
 hit upon. gan gon] did go. lief] glad. Maugre 
 
 in his teeth] in spite of him. no force] no m.itter. 
 
 S3S 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CCXXVIII 
 
 ' How many men,' said Robin Hood, 
 ' Hadde this Monk, Johan ? ' — 
 
 ' Fifty and two when that we met. 
 But many of them be gane.' 
 
 ccxxix 
 ' Let blow a horn,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' That fellowship may us know.' — 
 Seven score of wight yeomen 
 
 Came pricking on a row. 
 
 ccxxx 
 Each of them had a good mantel 
 
 Of scarlet and of ray ; 
 All they came to good Robin, 
 
 To wit what he would say. 
 
 ccxxxi 
 They made the Monk to wash and wipe, 
 
 And sit at his dinnere, 
 Robin Hood and Little John 
 
 They served him both in fere. 
 
 ccxxxii 
 ' Do gladly, Monk,' said Robin Hood ; 
 
 ' Gramerci, sir,' said he. 
 ' Where is your Abbey, when you are at home, 
 
 And who is your avowe ? ' 
 
 CCXXXIII 
 
 ' Saint Mary's Abbey,' said the Monk, 
 
 ' Though I be simple here.? — 
 ' In what office ? ' said Robin ; 
 
 ' Sir, the High Cellerer.' 
 
 ray] striped cloth. avowe] founder, patron. 
 
 S36 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CCXXXIV 
 
 ' Ye be the more welcome,' said Robin, 
 
 ' So ever mote I the : 
 Fill of the best wine,' said Robin, 
 
 ' This Monk shall drink to me. 
 ccxxxv 
 ' But I have great marvel,' said Robin, 
 
 ' Of all this longe day ; 
 I dread Our Lady be wroth with me. 
 
 She sent me not my pay.' 
 ccxxxvi 
 ' Have no doubt, master,' said Little John, 
 
 ' Ye have no need, I say. 
 This Monk hath brought it, I dare well swear, 
 
 For he is of her Abbey.' 
 ccxxxvii 
 ' And she was a borrow,' said Robin, 
 
 ' Between a Knight and me, 
 Of a little money that I him lent. 
 
 Under the green-wood tree. 
 
 ccxxxviii 
 ' And if thou hast that silver brought, 
 
 I pray thee let me see ; 
 And I shall help^ thee eftsoons. 
 
 If thou have need to me.' 
 
 ccxxxix 
 The Monk swore a full great oath. 
 
 With a sorry cheer, 
 ' Of the borrowhood thou speak'st to me 
 
 Heard I never ere.' — 
 
 So . . . mote I the] so may I prosper. eftsoons] soon, 
 
 borrowhood] surety. 
 
 .537 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CCXL 
 
 ' I make mine avow to God, 
 
 Monk, thou art to blame ; 
 For God is held a righteous Man, 
 
 And so is eke his Dame. 
 
 CCXLI 
 
 ' Thou toldest with thine owne tongue, 
 
 Thou mayst not saye naye, 
 How thou art her servant, 
 
 And servest her every day. 
 
 CCXLII 
 
 ' And thou art made her messenger. 
 
 My money for to pay ; 
 Therefore I can thee more thank 
 
 Thou art come at thy day. 
 
 CCXLIII 
 
 ' What is in your coffers ? ' said Robin, 
 
 ' Truthe tell thou me.' — 
 ' Sir,' he said^, ' twenty mark, 
 
 All so mote I the.' 
 
 CCXLIV 
 
 ' If there be no more,' said Robin, 
 
 ' I will not one penny ; 
 If thou hast myster of any more, 
 
 More I shall lend to thee. 
 
 CCXLV 
 
 ' And if I find more,' said Robin, 
 ' I-wis thou shalt it forgone ; 
 
 For of thy spending-silver. Monk, 
 Thereof will I right none. 
 
 Dame] Mother. mark] 13^. j^. myster] need. 
 
 538 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CCXLVI 
 
 ' Go now forth, Little John, 
 
 The truthe tell thou me ; 
 If there be no more but twenty mark, 
 
 No penny that I see.' 
 
 CCXLVII 
 
 Little John spread his mantle down, 
 
 As he had done before. 
 And he told out of the Menkes mail 
 
 Eight hundred pound and more. 
 
 CCXLVIII 
 
 Little John let it lie full still, 
 
 And went to his master in haste ; 
 
 ' Sir,' he said, ' the Monk is true enough. 
 Our Lady hath doubled your cast ! ' — 
 
 CCXLIX 
 
 ' I mak^ mine avow to God, 
 
 Monk, what told I thee ? 
 Our Lady is the truest woman 
 
 That ever found I me. 
 
 CCL 
 
 ' By dear-worth God,' said Robin Hood, 
 ' To seek all England thorough, 
 
 Yet found I never to my pay 
 A muche better borrow. 
 
 CCLI 
 
 ' Fill of the best wine,' said Robin, 
 ' And greet thy Lady hend. 
 
 And if she have need to Robin Hood 
 She shall him find a friend. 
 
 cast] throw, as in dice. hend] gracious. 
 
 539 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CCLII 
 
 ' And if she need any more silver, 
 
 Come thou again to me, 
 And, by this token she hath me sent, 
 
 She shall have suche three.' 
 
 CCLIII 
 
 The Monk was going to Londonward, 
 
 There to hold great moot, 
 The Knight that rode so high on horse, 
 
 To bring him under foot. 
 
 CCLIV 
 
 ' Whither be ye away ? ' said Robin, — 
 
 ' Sir, to manors in this londe, 
 To reckon with our rev^s. 
 
 That have done much wrong.' — , 
 
 CCLV 
 
 ' Come now forth. Little John, 
 
 And hearken to my tale, 
 A better yeoman I know none, 
 
 To seek a Monk^s mail.' 
 
 CCLVI 
 ' How much is in yon other forcer ? 
 
 The soothe must we see : ' 
 ' By our Lady,' then said the Monk, 
 
 ' That were no courtesy, 
 
 CCLVII 
 
 ' A man to bidd^ to dinner, 
 
 And sith him beat and bind.' — 
 
 ' It is our old manner,' said Robin, 
 ' To leave but little behind.' 
 
 moot] meeting, assembly. seek] searcli. mail] wallet, 
 
 ag. forcer] coffer, strong-box. sith] then. 
 
 S40 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CCLVIII 
 
 The Monk took the horse with spur, 
 
 No longer would he abide ; 
 ' Ask to drink,' then said Robin, 
 
 ' Ere that ye further ride.' 
 
 CCLIX 
 
 ' Nay, 'fore God,' then said the Monk, 
 
 ' Me rueth I came so near ; 
 For better cheap I might have dined 
 
 In Blyth or Doncastere.' 
 
 CCLX 
 
 ' Greet well your Abbot,' said Robin, 
 ' And your prior, I you pray, 
 
 And bid him send me such a Monk 
 To dinner every day ! ' 
 
 CCLXI 
 
 Now lette we that Monk be still. 
 And speak we of that Knight : 
 
 Yet he came to hold his day, 
 The while that it was light. 
 
 CCLXII 
 
 He did him straight to Bamlsdale, 
 
 Under the green-wood tree, 
 And he found there Robin Hood, 
 
 And all his merry meinee. 
 
 CCLXIII 
 
 The Knight lit down off his good palfrey, 
 
 Robin when he gan see ; 
 Courteously he did a-down his hood. 
 
 And set him on his knee. 
 
 For better cheap] more cheaply. 
 
 54' 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CCLXIV 
 
 ' God thee save, Robin Hood, 
 
 And all this company ! ' — 
 ' Welcome be thou, gentle Knight, 
 
 Right welcome unto me.' 
 
 CCLXV 
 
 Then bespake him Robin Hood 
 
 To that Knight so free : 
 ' What need driveth thee to greene-wood ? 
 
 I pray, sir Knight, tell me. 
 
 CCLXVI 
 
 ' And welcome be thou, gentle Knight, 
 Why hast thou been so long ? ' — 
 
 ' For the Abbot and the High Justice 
 Would have had my land with wrong.' 
 
 CCLXVII 
 
 ' Hast thou thy land again ? ' said Robin ; 
 
 ' Truths tell thou me.' — 
 ' Yea, 'fore God,' said the Knight, 
 
 ' That thank I God and thee. 
 
 ccLxvni 
 ' But take no grief I have been so long ; 
 
 I came by a wresteling, 
 And there I holp a poor yeoman, 
 
 With wrong was put behind.' 
 
 CCLXIX 
 
 ' Nay, 'fore God,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Sir Knight, that thank I thee ; 
 What man that helpeth a good yeoman. 
 His friend I wille be.' 
 542 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CCLXX 
 
 ' Have here four hundred pound,' said the Knight, 
 
 ' The which ye lent to me ; 
 And here is also twenty mark 
 
 For your courtesy.' 
 
 CCLXXI 
 
 ' Nay, 'fore God,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Thou brook it well for aye ; 
 For Our Lady, by her Cellarer, 
 
 Hath sent to me my pay. 
 
 CCLXXII 
 
 ' And if I would it twic^ take 
 
 A shame it were to me ; 
 But truly now, thou gentle Knight, 
 
 Welcome art thou to me.' 
 
 CCLXXIII 
 
 When Robin Hood had told his tale, 
 
 He laugh'd and made good cheer. 
 ' By my truthe,' said the Knight, 
 
 ' Your money is ready here.' 
 
 CCLXXIV 
 
 ' Brook it well,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Thou gentle Knight so free ; 
 And welcome be thou, gentle Knight, 
 
 Under my trystell-tree ! 
 
 CCLXXV 
 
 ' But what shall these bows do,' said Robin, 
 ' And these arrows feather'd free ? ' — 
 
 ' With your will,' then said the Knight, 
 ' A poor present to thee.' — 
 
 biook] enjoy, use. 
 
 543 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 ccLxxvr 
 ' Come now forth, Little John, 
 
 And go to my treasury, 
 And bring me thence four hundred pound ; 
 
 The Monk overtold it me. 
 
 CCLXXVII 
 
 ' Have here four hundred pound, 
 Thou gentle Knight and true, 
 
 And buy thee horse and harness good, 
 And gilte spurs all new. 
 
 CCLXXVIII 
 
 ' And if thou fail any spending, 
 
 Come to Robin Hood, 
 And by my troth thou shall none fail, 
 
 While I have any good. 
 
 CCLXXIX 
 
 ' And brook well thy four hundred pound, 
 
 Which I lent to thee. 
 And make thyself no more so bare, 
 
 By the counsel of me.' 
 
 CCLXXX 
 
 Thus then holp him good Robin, 
 
 The Knight all of his care : 
 God, that sitt'st in heaven high. 
 
 Grant us well to fare ! 
 
 overtold] counted over 
 
 544 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 The Fifth Fytte 
 
 'ow at Arcbery in Nottingham Robin Hood was treacherously 
 attacked, but escaped into Sir Richard's Castle 
 
 CCLXXXI 
 Now hath the Knight his leave i-take, 
 
 And went him on his way ; 
 Robin Hood and his merry men 
 
 Dwelt still full many a day. 
 
 CCLXXXII 
 
 Lithe and listen, Gentlemen, 
 
 And hearken what I shall say. 
 How the proud Sheriff of Nottingham, 
 
 Did cry a full fair play ; 
 
 CCLXXXIII 
 
 That all the best archers of the North 
 
 Should come upon a day, 
 ' And he that shooteth alder-best 
 
 The game shall bear away. 
 
 CCLXXXIV 
 
 ' He that shooteth alder-best, 
 
 Furthest, fair, and law, 
 At a jjair of fynly butts, 
 
 Under the green-wood shaw, 
 
 CCLXXXV 
 
 ' A right good arrow he shall have. 
 
 The shaft of silver white, 
 The head and feathers of rich red gold. 
 
 In England is none like.' 
 
 alder-best] best of all. law] low. fynly] goodly. 
 
 1225 T 54li 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CCLXXXVI 
 
 This then hearde good Robin, 
 
 Under his trystell-tree : 
 ' Make you ready, ye wight young men ; 
 
 That shooting will I see. 
 
 CCLXXXVII 
 
 ' Busk you, my merry young men, 
 
 Ye shall go with me ; 
 And I will wete the SherifPs faith, 
 
 True an if he be. 
 
 CCLX XXVIII 
 
 When they had their bows i-bent, 
 Their tackles feather'd free, 
 
 Seven score of wight young men 
 Stood by Robin's knee. 
 
 CCLXXXIX 
 
 When they came to Nottingham, 
 The butts were fair and long ; 
 
 Many was the bold archer 
 That shot with bowe strong. 
 
 ccxc 
 ' Tliere shall but six shoot with me, 
 
 The other shall keep my heed, 
 And stand with good bowes bent 
 
 That I be not deceived.' 
 
 ccxci 
 The fourth outlaw his bow gan bend; 
 
 And that was Robin Hood, 
 And that beheld the proud Sheriff, 
 
 All by the butt he stood. 
 
 wete] know. tackles] arrows. 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CCXCII 
 
 Thrice Robin shot about, 
 
 And alway he sliced the wand, 
 
 And so did good Gilbert, 
 With the white hand. 
 
 ccxciu 
 Little John and good Scathelock 
 
 Were archers good and free ; 
 Little Much and good Reynold, 
 
 The worst would they not be. 
 
 ccxciv 
 When they hadde shot about, 
 
 These archers fair and good, 
 Evermore was the best. 
 
 For soothe, Robin Hood. 
 
 ccxcv 
 Him was deliver'd the good arrow. 
 
 For best worthy was he ; 
 He took the gift so courteously, 
 
 To greene-wood would he. 
 
 ccxcvi 
 They cried out on Robin Hood 
 
 And great horns gan they blow : 
 ' Woe worth thee, treason ! ' said Robin, 
 
 ' Full evil thou art to know. 
 
 ccxcvii 
 ' And woe be thee, thou proud Sheriff, 
 
 Thus gladding thy guest ; 
 Otherwise thou behote me 
 
 In yonder wild forest. 
 
 worth thee] be to thee. behote] didst promise. 
 
 547 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 ccxcviii 
 ' But had I thee in greene-wood, 
 
 Under my tryste!l-tree, 
 Thou shouldest leave me a better wed 
 
 Than thy trjie lewte.' 
 ccxcix 
 Full many a bow^ there was bent, 
 
 And arrows let they glide ; 
 Many a kirtle there was rent, 
 
 And hurt full many a side. 
 
 ccc 
 The outlaws' shotte was so strong 
 
 That no man might them drivCj 
 And the proude Sheriff's men 
 
 They fled away full blive. 
 
 ccci 
 Robin saw the bushment broke, 
 
 In green-wood he would be ; 
 Many an arrow tliere was shot 
 
 Among that company. 
 
 CCCII 
 Little John was hurt full sore. 
 
 With an arrow in his knee. 
 That he might neither go nor ride ; 
 
 It was full great pity. 
 
 CCCIII 
 
 'Master,' then said Little John, 
 
 ' If ever thou lovest me. 
 And for that ilk Lordes love. 
 
 That died upon a tree, 
 
 wed] pledge, security. blive] quickly. bushment] 
 
 ambush. 
 
 548 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CCCIV 
 ' And for the meeds of my service, 
 
 That I have served thee, 
 Let never the proud Sheriff 
 
 Alive now finde me ; 
 
 cccv 
 ' But take out thy brown sword, 
 
 And smite all off my head 
 And give me wounds dead and wide. 
 
 No life on me be left.' 
 
 cccvi 
 ' I would not that,' said Robin, 
 
 ' John, that thou were slawe, 
 For all the gold in merry England, 
 
 Though it lay now on a rawe.' 
 
 cccvil 
 ' God forbid,' said little Much, 
 
 ' That died on a tree, 
 Tliat thou shouldest, Little John, 
 
 Part our company.' 
 cccvni 
 Up Robin took him on his back. 
 
 And bare him well a mile ; 
 Many a time he laid him down. 
 
 And shot another while. 
 
 cccix 
 Then was there a fair castell, 
 
 A little within the wood ; 
 Double-ditch'd it was about, 
 
 And walled, by the rood. 
 
 meeds] wages. dead] certain, sure. rawe] row, 
 
 549 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 cccx 
 And there dwelt that gentle Knight, 
 
 Sir Richard at the Lee, 
 That Robin hadde lent his good, 
 
 Under the green-wood tree. 
 
 CCCXI 
 In he took good Robin, 
 
 And all his company : 
 ' Welcome be thou, Robin Hood, 
 
 Welcome art thou to me ; 
 cccxii 
 ' And much I thank thee of thy comfort. 
 
 And of thy courtesy, 
 And of thy great kindness, 
 
 Under the green-wood tree ; 
 CCCXIII 
 ' I love no man in all this world 
 
 So much as I do thee ; 
 For all the proud Sheriff of Nottingham, 
 
 Right here shalt thou be. 
 CCCXI V 
 ' Shut the gates and draw the bridge. 
 
 And let no man come in, 
 And arm you well, and make you ready, 
 
 And to the walls ye win. 
 cccxv 
 ' For one thing, Robin, I thee behote, 
 
 I swear by Saint Quintin, 
 These twelve days thou wonest with me. 
 
 To sup, eat, and dine.' 
 
 win] go, attain. behote] promise. wonest] dwellcst. 
 
 550 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 cccxvi 
 Boards were laid, and cloths spread, 
 
 Readily and anon ; 
 Robin Hood and his merry men 
 
 To meat gan they gone. 
 
 The Sixth Fytle 
 
 How Sir Richard was cast by the Sheriff into Prison, and 
 rescued by Robin Hood 
 
 CCCXVII 
 Lithe and listen. Gentlemen, 
 
 And hearken to my song ; 
 How the proud Sheriff of Nottingham 
 
 And men of armes strong 
 cccxviii 
 Full fast came to the High Sheriff, 
 
 The country up to rout. 
 And they beset the Knight's castell. 
 
 The wallas all about, 
 cccxix 
 The proude Sheriff loud gan cry, 
 
 And said, ' Thou traitor Knight, 
 Thou keep'st here the King's enemies. 
 
 Against the law and right.' — 
 cccxx 
 ' Sir, I will avow that I have done, 
 
 The deeds that here be dight, 
 Upon all the lands that I have, 
 
 As I am a true knight. 
 
 up to rout] to assemble in a band, to call to arms. dight] 
 
 done, performed. 
 
 5S« 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 cccxxi 
 '' Wend forth, sirs, on your way, 
 
 And doth no more to me. 
 Till ye wit our King his will 
 
 What he will say to thee.' 
 
 cccxxii 
 The Sheriff thus had his answere, 
 
 Without any leasing ; 
 Forth he yede to London town. 
 
 All for to tell our King. 
 
 cccxxiii 
 There he told him of that Knight, 
 
 And eke of Robin Hood, 
 And also of the bold archers 
 
 That were so noble and good. 
 
 cccxxiv 
 ' He would avow that he had done, 
 
 To maintain the outlaws strong. 
 He would be lord, and set you at nought, 
 
 In all the north londe.' 
 
 cccxxv 
 ' I will be at Nottingham,' said our King, 
 
 ' Within this fort^night. 
 And take I wille Robin Hood, 
 
 And so I will that Knight. 
 
 cccxxvi 
 ' Go home, thou proud Sheriff, 
 
 And do as I bid thee. 
 And ordain good archers enough, 
 
 Of all the wide countrey.' 
 
 leasing] lying. yede] went. 
 
 552 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CCCXXVII 
 
 The Sheriff had his leave i-take, 
 
 And went him on his way ; 
 And Robin Hood to green-wood went 
 
 Upon a certain day ; 
 
 cccxxviii 
 And Little John was whole of the arrow, 
 
 That shot was in his knee, 
 And did him straight to Robin Hood, 
 
 Under the green-wood tree. 
 
 cccxxix 
 Robin Hood walked in the forest 
 
 Under the leaves green ; 
 The proud Sheriff of Nottingham 
 
 Thereof he had great teen. 
 
 cccxxx 
 The Sheriff there fail'd of Robin Hood, 
 
 He might not have his prey ; 
 Then he awaited this gentle Knight, 
 
 Both by night and day. 
 
 cccxxxi 
 Ever he waited that gentle Knight, 
 
 Sir Richard at the Lee, 
 As he went hawking by the river-side, 
 
 And let his hawkes Hee. 
 
 cccxxxii 
 Took he there this gentle Knight, 
 
 With men of amies strong, 
 And led him to Nottingham-ward, 
 
 Bound both foot and hond. 
 
 whole] healed. 
 
 T 3 SS3 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CCCXXXIII 
 
 The Sheriff swore a full great oath, 
 By Him that died on a tree, 
 
 He had liefer than an hundred pound, 
 That Robin HoOd had he. 
 
 CCCXXXIV 
 
 This heard the Knightes wife, 
 
 A fair lady and a free ; 
 She set her on a good palfrey, 
 
 To green-wood anon rode she. 
 
 cccxxxv 
 When she came in the forest, 
 
 Under the green-wood tree. 
 Found she there Robin Hood 
 
 And all his fair meinee. 
 
 cccxxxvi 
 ' God thee save, thou good Robin, 
 
 And all thy company ; 
 For Oure deare Lady's sake, 
 
 A boon grant thou me ! 
 
 cccxxxvii 
 ' Let thou never my wedded Lord 
 
 Shamefully slayen be ; 
 He is fast bound at Nottingham, 
 
 For the love of thee.' 
 
 cccxxxviii 
 Anon then said good Robin, 
 
 To that lady free, 
 ' What man hath your lord i-take ? ' — 
 
 ' The proud Sheriff,' then said she. 
 
 554 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 cccxxxix 
 ' The proud Sheriff hath him i-take 
 
 Forsooth as I thee say ; 
 He is not yet three miles, 
 
 Passed on his way.* 
 
 CCCXL 
 
 Up then started good Robin 
 As a man that had been wood ; 
 
 ' Buske you, my merry men, 
 For Him that died on rood ! 
 
 CCCXLI 
 ' And he that this sorrow forsaketh, 
 
 By Him that died on a tree, 
 And by Him that all things maketh, 
 
 No longer shall dwell with me.' 
 
 CCCXLII 
 Soon there were good bows y-bent, 
 
 More than seven score ; 
 Hedge nor ditch they spared none 
 
 That was them before. 
 
 CCCXLIII 
 
 ' I make mine avow to God,' said Robin, 
 ' The Knight would I fain see, 
 
 And if I may him take, 
 I-quit then shall he be.' 
 
 CCCXLIV 
 
 And when they came to Nottingham, 
 
 They walked in the street ; 
 And with the proud Sheriff i-wis 
 
 Soone gan they meet. 
 
 wood] furious, m^d. 
 
 555 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CCCXLV 
 
 ' Abide, thou proud Sheriff,' he said, . 
 
 ' Abide, and speak with me ; 
 Of some tidings of our King 
 
 1 would fain hear of thee. 
 
 CCCXLVI 
 
 'Tliis seven year, by dear-worthy God, 
 
 Ne yede I so fast on foot, 
 I make mine avow to God, thou proud Sheriff, 
 
 It is not for thy good.' 
 
 CCCXLVII 
 
 Robin bent a full good bow, 
 
 An arrow he drew at will ; 
 He hit so the proud Sheriff, 
 
 On the ground he lay full still. 
 
 CCCXLVIII 
 
 And or he might ujj arise, 
 
 On his feet to stand, 
 He smote off the Sheriff's head. 
 
 With his bright brand. 
 
 CCCXLIX 
 
 ' Lie thou there, thou proud Sheriff; 
 
 Evil mote thou thrive : 
 There might no man to thee trust 
 
 The while thou wert alive.' 
 
 CCCL 
 
 His men drew out their brighte swords 
 
 That were so sharp and keen, 
 And laiden on the SherifPs men, 
 
 And drave them down bidene. 
 
 bidene] together. 
 5S6 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CCCLI 
 
 Robin started to the Knight, 
 
 And cut in two his band, 
 And took him in his hand a bow, 
 
 And bade him by him stand. 
 
 CCCLII 
 
 ' Leave thy horse thee behind. 
 
 And learnt for to ren ; 
 Thou shalt with me to greene-wood. 
 
 Through mire, moss, and fen. 
 
 cccLiir 
 'Thou shalt with me to greene-wood, 
 
 Without any leasing, 
 Till that I have got us grace 
 
 Of Edward, our comely King.' 
 
 The Se'uenth Fytte 
 
 How the King rode out to punish Robin Hood, and how 
 he was entertained 
 
 CCCLIV 
 
 The King came to Nottingham, 
 
 With knights in great array. 
 For to take that gentle Knight 
 
 And Robin, if he may. 
 
 CCCLV 
 
 He ask^d men of that country 
 
 After Robin Hood, 
 And eke after that gentle Knight 
 
 That was so bold and good. 
 
 took] gave. ren] run. 
 
 557 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CCCLVI 
 
 When they had him told the case 
 Our King understood their tale, 
 
 And he seized in his hand 
 The Knight^s landes all. 
 
 CCCLVII 
 
 All the pass of Lancashire 
 
 He went both far and near, 
 Till he came to Plompfon Park, 
 
 He fail'd many of his deer. 
 
 CCCLVIII 
 
 There our King was wont to see 
 
 Herdes many one, 
 He could unneth find one deer 
 
 That bare any good horn. 
 
 CCCLIX 
 The King was wonder wroth withall, 
 
 And swore by the Trinity, 
 ' I would I hadde Robin Hood, 
 
 With eyes I might him see. 
 
 CCCLX 
 ' And he that would smite off the Knight^s head, 
 
 And bring it unto me 
 He shall have the Knightes lands, 
 
 Sir Richard at the Lee. 
 
 CCCLXI 
 
 ' I give it him with my charter, 
 
 And seal it with my hand, 
 To have and hold for evermore 
 
 In all merry England.' 
 
 pass] limits, extent. There] wliere. iinneth] scarcely. 
 
 558 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CCCLXII 
 
 Then bespake a fair old Knight 
 
 That was true in his fay : 
 ' Ah ! my lieg^ lord the King, 
 
 One word I shall you say. 
 
 CCCLXIII 
 ' There is no man in this country 
 
 May have the Knightes lands, 
 While Robin Hood may ride or go, 
 
 And bear a bow in his hands. 
 
 CCCLXIV 
 
 ' That he ne shall not lose his head. 
 
 The best ball in his hood ; 
 Give it no man, my lord the King, 
 
 That ye will any good.' 
 
 CCCLXV 
 
 Half a year dwelt our comely King 
 
 In Nottingham, and more ; 
 Could he not hear of Robin Hood, 
 
 In what country he wore. 
 
 CCCLXVI 
 
 But alway went^ good Robin 
 
 By halk and eke by hill. 
 And alway slew the Kinges deer. 
 
 And wielded them at will. 
 
 CCCLXVII 
 Then bespake a proud forst^r. 
 
 That stood by our Kinges knee : 
 ' If ye will see good Robin Hood, 
 
 Ye must do after me. 
 
 fay] faith. That ye will] to whom you wish. halk] 
 
 nook, hiding-place. forster] forester. 
 
 SS9 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CCCLXVIII 
 
 ' Take five of the beste knights 
 
 That be in youre lede, 
 And walke down by yon Abbey, 
 
 And get you monkes weed. 
 
 CCCLXIX 
 
 ' And I will be your leades-man, 
 
 And leade you the way, 
 And ere ye come to Nottingham, 
 
 Mine head then dare I lay 
 
 CCCLXX 
 
 ' That ye shall meet with good Robin, 
 
 Alive if that he be ; 
 Ere ye come to Nottingham 
 
 With eyes ye shall him see.' 
 
 CCCLXXI 
 
 Full hastily our King was dight, 
 
 So were his knightes five, 
 Eacli of them in monkes weed, 
 
 And hasted thither blive. 
 
 CCCLXXII 
 
 Our King was great above his cowl, 
 
 A broad hat on his crown, 
 Right as he were abbot-like, 
 
 They xode into the town. 
 
 CCCLXXIII 
 
 Stiff boots our King had on. 
 
 Forsooth as I you say ; 
 Singing he rode to the greenS-wood, 
 
 The convent was clothed in gray. 
 
 lede] following, retinue. leades-man] guide. convent] 
 
 company of monks. 
 560 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CCCLXXIV 
 
 His mail-horse and his great somers 
 
 Followed our King behind, 
 Till they came to greene-wood 
 
 A mile under the lind. 
 
 CCCLXXV 
 
 There they met with good Robin, 
 
 Standing on the way. 
 And so did many a bold archer. 
 
 For sooth as I you say. 
 
 CCCLXXVI 
 
 Robin took the Kinge's horse 
 
 Hastily in that stide, 
 And said, ' Sir Abbot, by your leave, 
 
 A while ye must abide. 
 
 CCCLXXVII 
 
 ' We be yeomen of this forest 
 
 Under the green-wood tree ; 
 We live by our Kinges deer, 
 
 None other shift have we. 
 
 cccLXXvm 
 ' And ye have churches and rentes both 
 
 And gold full great plenty ; 
 Give us some of your spending, 
 
 For sainte charity.' 
 
 CCCLXXIX 
 
 Then bespake our comely King, 
 
 Anon then saide he, 
 ' I have brought no more to greene-wood 
 
 But forty pound with me. 
 
 mail-horse] baggage-horse. lind] linden, lime tree. stide] 
 stead, place. 
 
 56« 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CCCLXXX 
 ' I have lain at Nottingham 
 
 This fortnight witli our King, 
 And spent I have full muche good 
 
 On many a great lording. 
 
 CCCLXXXI 
 
 ' And I have but forty pound, 
 
 No more I have with me : 
 But if I had an hundred pound, 
 
 I vouch it half on thee.' 
 CCCLXXXII 
 Robin took the forty pound, 
 
 And departed it in twain ; 
 Halfen-deal he gave his men. 
 
 And bade them be full fain. 
 
 CCCLXXXIII 
 
 Full courteously Robin gan say, 
 
 ' Sir, this for your spending ! 
 We shall meet another day.' — 
 
 ' Gramerci ! ' said our King. 
 
 CCCLXXXIV 
 
 ' But well thee greeteth Edward our King, 
 
 And sent to thee his seal, 
 And biddeth thee come to Nottingham, 
 
 Both to meat and meal.' 
 
 CCCLXXXV 
 
 He took out the broade targe, 
 
 And soon he let him see ; 
 Robin could his courtesy. 
 
 And set him on his knee. 
 
 lording] gentleman. Halfcn-deal] half. targe] 
 
 disk (seal). 
 562 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CCCLXXXVI 
 
 ' I love no man in all the world 
 
 So well as I do my King ; 
 Welcome is my lordes seal ; 
 
 And, Monk, for thy tiding. 
 
 CCCLXXXVII 
 
 ' Sir Abbot, for thy tidings. 
 
 To-day thou shalt dine with me, 
 
 For the love of my King, 
 Under my trystell-tree.' 
 
 CCCLXXXVIII 
 
 Forth he led our comely King 
 
 Full faire by the hand ; 
 Many a deer there was slain, 
 
 They were full fast dightand. 
 
 CCCLXXXIX 
 
 Robin took a full great horn, 
 
 And loude he gan blow ; 
 Seven score of wight young men 
 
 Came ready on a row. 
 
 cccxc 
 All they kneeled on their knee 
 
 Full fair before Robin ; 
 The King said himself until, 
 
 And swore by Saint Austin, 
 
 cccxci 
 ' Here is a wonder seemly sight ; 
 
 Me thinketh, by God's pine. 
 His men are more at his bidding 
 
 Than my men be at mine.' 
 
 dightand] making preparations. pine] pain, passion. 
 
 563 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CCCXCII 
 
 Full hastily was their dinner dight, 
 
 And thereto gan they gon ; 
 They served our King with all their might, 
 
 Both Robin and Little John. 
 
 cccxciii 
 Anon before our King was set 
 
 The fatte venisoun, 
 The good white bread, the good red wine. 
 
 Thereto fine ale and brown. 
 
 cccxciv 
 ' Make good cheer,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Abbot, for charity, 
 And for this ilke tiding. Sir, 
 
 Blessed mote thou be. 
 cccxcv 
 ' Now shalt thou see what life we lead. 
 
 Ere thou hennes wend ; 
 Then thou mayst inform our King, 
 
 When ye together lend.' 
 cccxcvi 
 Up they started all in haste, 
 
 Their bows were smartly bent ; 
 Our King was never so aghast. 
 
 He weened to have been shent. 
 
 CCCXCVII 
 
 Two yards there were up set. 
 
 Thereto gan they gang ; 
 By fifty paces, our King said, 
 
 The markes were too lang. 
 
 hennes] hence. lend] dwell. shent] put to shame, 
 
 hurt. yards] rods. 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CCCXCVIII 
 
 On every side a rose garl&nd, 
 
 They shot under the line : 
 ' Who fails of the garland,' said Robin, 
 
 ' His tackle he shall tine, 
 cccxcix 
 ' And yield it unto his master, 
 
 Be it never so fine ; 
 For no man will I spare,' he said, 
 
 ' So drink I ale or wine ; 
 cccc 
 ' And bear a buffet on his head 
 
 I-wis aright all bare : ' 
 And all that fell to Robin's lot 
 
 He smote them wonder sair. 
 
 CCCCI 
 Twice Robin shot about. 
 
 And ever he cleft the wand, 
 And so did eke the good Gilbert 
 
 With the white hand. 
 
 CCCCII 
 
 Little John and good Scathelock, 
 For nothing would they spare ; 
 When they fail'd of the garlSnd 
 • Robin smote them sair. 
 
 ccccm 
 At the last shot that Robin shot. 
 
 For all his friendes fare. 
 Yet he fail'd of the garland 
 
 Three fingers and mair. 
 
 tine] forfeit. 
 
 !65 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 cccciv 
 Then bespake him good Gilbert, 
 
 And thus he gan him say : 
 ' Master,' he said, ' your tackle is lost, 
 
 Stand forth and take your pay.' 
 CCCCV 
 ' If it be so,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' That may no better be. 
 Sir Abbot, I deliver thee mine arrow, 
 
 I pray thee, serve thou me.' 
 ccccvi 
 ' It falls not for mine order,' said our King, 
 
 ' Robin, by thy leave, 
 For to smite no good yeoman. 
 
 For doubt I should him grieve.' 
 
 ccccvii 
 ' Smite on boldly,' said Robin, 
 
 ' I give thee large leave.' 
 Anon our King with that same word 
 
 He folded up his sleeve, 
 
 CCCCVIII 
 And such a buffet he gave Robin, 
 
 To ground he yede full near : 
 ' I make mine avow to God,' said Robin, 
 
 ' Thou art a stalwart frere. 
 ccccix 
 ' There is pith in thine arm,' said Robin, 
 
 ' I trow thou canst well shoot.* 
 Thus our King and Robin Hood 
 
 Together then they met. 
 
 falls] is proper. frere] friar. 
 
 566 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 ccccx 
 Robin beheld our comely King 
 
 Wistly in the face, 
 So did Sir Richard at the Lea, 
 
 And knelt down in that place. 
 
 ccccxi 
 And so did all the wild outlaws. 
 
 When they saw them kneel : 
 ' My lord the King of Enggland, 
 
 Now I know you weel ! ' 
 
 ccccxii 
 ' Mercy then, Robin,' said our King, 
 
 ' Under your trystell-tree. 
 Of thy goodness and thy grace. 
 
 For my men and me ! ' 
 
 CCCCXIII 
 
 ' Yes, 'fore God,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' And also God me save ! 
 I ask mercy, ray lord the King, 
 
 And for my men I crave.' 
 
 ccccxiv 
 ' Yes, 'fore God,' then said our King, 
 
 ' And thereto sent I me, 
 With that thou leave the greene-wood, 
 
 And all thy company ; 
 
 ccccxv 
 ' And come home, sir, unto my court, 
 
 And there dwell with me.' — 
 ' I make mine avow to God,' said Robin, 
 ' And right so shall it be. 
 
 567 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CCCCXVI 
 
 ' I will come unto your court, 
 
 Your service for to see, 
 And bringe with me of my men 
 
 Seven score and three. 
 
 CCCCXVII 
 
 ' But me like well your service, 
 
 I will come again full soon, 
 And shooten at the dunne deer, 
 
 As I am wont to doon.' 
 
 The Eighth Fytte 
 
 Hovir Robin Hood lived a while at the King's Court, hut 
 returned to the Green-wood 
 
 CCCCXVIII 
 ' Hast thou any green cloth ? ' said our King, 
 
 ' That thou wilt sell now to me ? ' — 
 ' Yea, 'fore God,' said Robin, 
 
 ' Thirty yards and three.' 
 CCCCXix 
 ' Robin,' said our King, 
 
 ' Now pray I thee. 
 To sell me some of that cloth, 
 
 To me and my mein^e.' 
 ccccxx 
 'Yes, 'fore God,' then said Robin, 
 
 ' Or else I were a fool ; 
 Another day ye will me clothe, 
 
 I trow, against the Yule.' 
 
 But me like] unless I like. 
 .■(68 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CCCCXXI 
 The King cast off his coat then, 
 
 A green garment he did on, 
 And every knight had so, i-wis. 
 
 They clothed them full soon. 
 CCCCXXII 
 When they were clothed in Lincoln green, 
 
 They cast away their gray. 
 'Now we shall to Nottingham,' 
 
 All thus our king gan say. 
 
 CCCCXXIII 
 
 Their bows bent and forth they went. 
 
 Shooting all in fere. 
 Toward the town of Nottingham, 
 
 Outlaws as they were. 
 
 ccccxxiv 
 Our King and Robin rode together 
 
 Forsooth as I you say, 
 And they shot pluck-buffet. 
 
 As they went by the way ; 
 
 ccccxxv 
 And many a buffet our King won, 
 
 Of Robin Hood that day : 
 And nothing spared good Robin 
 
 Our King in his pay. 
 
 ccccxxvi 
 ' So God me help,' said our King, 
 
 ' Thy game is nought to lere, 
 I should not get a shot of thee. 
 
 Though I shot all this year.' 
 
 pluck-buffet] 'app. a competition between archers, in which he 
 who missed or failed "caught" a buffet from his competitor' 
 {N. E. £>.). lere] learn. 
 
 569 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CCCCXXVII 
 
 All the people of Nottingham 
 
 They stood and beheld^ 
 They saw nothing but mantles of green 
 
 That cover'd all the felde ; 
 
 CCCCXXVIII 
 Then every man to other gan say, 
 
 ' I dread our King be slone ; 
 Come Robin Hood to the town, i-wis, 
 
 On life he leaveth not one.' 
 
 ccccxxix 
 Full hastily they began to flee. 
 
 Both yeoman and knaves, 
 The old wives that might evil go, 
 
 They hipped on their staves. 
 
 ccccxxx 
 The King laughed full fast. 
 
 And commanded them again ; 
 When they saw our comely King, 
 
 I-wis they were full fain. 
 
 ccccxxxi 
 They ate and drank, and made them glad, 
 
 And sang with notes high. 
 Then bespake our comely King 
 
 To Sir Richard at the Lee : 
 
 ccccxxxii 
 He gave him there his land again, 
 
 A good man he bade him be. 
 Robin thanked our comely King, 
 
 And set him on his knee. 
 
 hipped] hopped, limped. 
 570 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CCCCXXXIII 
 
 Robin had dwelt in the Klnges court 
 But twelve months and three, 
 
 That he had spent an hundred pound, 
 And all his mennes fee. 
 
 ccccxxxiv 
 In every place where Robin came, 
 
 Evermore he laid down 
 Both for knightes and for squires, 
 
 To get him great renown. 
 
 ccccxxxv 
 By then the year was all agone • 
 
 He had no man but twain. 
 Little John and good Scathelock 
 
 With him all for to gane. 
 
 ccccxxxvi 
 Robin saw the young men shoot 
 
 Full far upon a day ; 
 ' Alas ! ' then said good Robin Hood, 
 
 ' My wealth is went away. 
 
 CCCCXXXVII 
 
 ' Sometime I was an archer good, 
 
 A stiff and eke a strong ; 
 I was counted the best archer 
 
 That was in merry Englond. 
 
 CCCCXXXVIII 
 
 ' Alas ! ' then said good Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Alas and well-a-way ! 
 If I dwell longer with the King. 
 
 Sorrow will me slay.' 
 
 laid down] spent money. By then] by the time that. 
 
 57« 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF 
 
 CCCCXXXIX 
 
 Forth then wente Robin Hood 
 
 Till he came to our King : 
 ' My lord the King of Engeland, 
 
 Grant me mine asking ! 
 
 CCCCXL 
 
 ' I made a chapel in Barnesdale 
 
 That seemly is to see, 
 It is of Mary Magdalen, 
 
 And thereto would I be. 
 
 CCCCXLI 
 
 '.I might never in this seven night 
 
 No time sleep nor wink, 
 Neither all these seven days 
 
 Neither eat nor drink. 
 CCCCXLII 
 
 ' Me longeth sore to Barnesdale, 
 
 I may not be therefro ; 
 Barefoot and woolward I have hight 
 
 Thither for to go.' 
 
 CCCCXLIII 
 
 ' If it be so,' then said our King, 
 
 ' It may no better be ; 
 Seven night I give thee leave. 
 
 No longer, to dwell from me.' 
 
 CCCCXLIV 
 
 ' Gramerci, lord,' then said Robin, 
 
 And set him on his knee : 
 He took his leave full courteously. 
 
 To green-wood then went he. 
 
 therefro] turned from it. woolward] in a rough woollen 
 
 shirt (as penance). hight] promised. 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND HIS MEINY 
 
 CCCCXLV 
 
 When he came to greene-wood 
 
 In a merry morning, 
 There he heard the notes small 
 
 Of birds merry singing. 
 
 CCCCXLVI 
 
 ' It is far gone,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' That I was latest here ; 
 Me list a little for to shoot 
 
 At the dunne deer.' 
 
 ccccxLvir 
 Robin slew a full great hart ; 
 
 His horn then gan he blow, 
 That all the outlaws of that forest 
 
 That horn they coulde know, 
 
 CCCCXLVIII 
 And them together gathered 
 
 In a little throw ; 
 Seven score of wight young men 
 
 Came ready on a row, 
 
 CCCCXLIX 
 
 And faire didden off their hoods. 
 
 And set them on their knee : 
 ' Welcome,' they said, ' our dear master, 
 
 Under this green-wood tree ! ' 
 
 CCCCL 
 Robin dwelt in greene-wood 
 
 Twenty year and two ; 
 For all dread of Edward our King, 
 
 Again would he not go. 
 
 Me list] it pleases me. throw] interval of time. Again] back. 
 
 573 
 
A LITTLE GESTE OF ROBIN HOOD 
 
 CCCCLI 
 Yet he was beguiled, i-wis, 
 
 Through a wicked woman, 
 The prioress of Kirksley, 
 
 That nigh was of his kin, 
 
 CCCCLII 
 
 For the love of a knight, 
 
 Sir Roger of Doncaster, . 
 That was her own special ; 
 
 Full evil might they fare ! 
 
 CCCCLIII 
 
 They took together their counsel 
 
 Robin Hood for to sle, 
 And how they might best do that deed, 
 
 His banis for to be. 
 
 CCCCLIV 
 
 Then bespake good Robin, 
 
 In place where as he stood, 
 ' To-morrow I must to Kirksley, 
 
 Craftily to be letten blood.' 
 
 CCCCLV 
 
 Sir Roger [and the' prioress 
 A springe for him did] lay. 
 
 And there they betray'd good Robin Hood, 
 Through their false play. 
 
 CCCCLVI 
 Christ have mercy on his soul, 
 
 That died upon the rood ! 
 For he was a good outlaw. 
 
 And did poor men much good. 
 
 banis] bane, destraction. craftily] skilfully. springe] trap. 
 
ii6. T^obin Hood and Guy of Gisborne 
 
 WHEN shaws beene sheene, and shradds full fayre, 
 And leves both large and longe, 
 Itt is merrye walking in the fayre forrest 
 To heare the small birds' songe. 
 
 II 
 The woodweele sang, and wold not cease, 
 
 [Sitting upon the spraye, 
 Soe lowde, he wakened Robin Hood, 
 
 In the grenewood where he lay. 
 
 Ill 
 ' Now by my faye,' sayd joUye Robin, 
 
 ' A sweaven I had this night ; 
 I dreamt me of two wight yemen, 
 
 That fast with me can fight.] 
 
 IV 
 
 ' Methought they did mee beate and binde, 
 
 And tooke my bow mee fro ; 
 If I be Robin alive in this lande, 
 
 I'll be wroken on them towe.' 
 
 ' Sweavens are swift. Master,' quoth John, 
 
 ' As the wind that blowes ore a hill ; 
 For if itt be never so loude this night. 
 
 To-morrow itt may be still.' 
 
 shaws] woods. sheene] bright. shradds] coppices (?). 
 
 woodweele] woodlark, thrush (?). sweaven] dream. wight] 
 sturdy. wroken] revenged. 
 
 575 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Buske yee, bowne yee, my merry men all, 
 
 And John shall goe with mee, 
 For I'le goe seeke yond wight yemen, 
 
 Iri grenewood where they bee. 
 
 VII 
 
 They cast on them their gownes of grene, 
 [And tooke theyr bowes each one ; 
 
 And all away to the grene forrfist] 
 A shooting forth are gone ; 
 
 VIII 
 
 Until they came to the merry grenewood, 
 
 Where they had gladdest bee. 
 There were they ware of a wight yeman, 
 
 His body lean'd to a tree. 
 
 IX 
 
 A sword and a dagger he wore by his side, 
 
 Of manye a man the bane ; 
 And he was clad in his capull-hyde 
 
 Topp and tayll and mayne. 
 
 X 
 
 ' Stand you still, Master,' quoth Little John, 
 
 ' Under this trusty tree, 
 And I will go to yond wight yeoman 
 
 To know his meaning trulye.' 
 
 XI 
 
 ' A ! John, by me thou settest noe store. 
 And that 's a farley finde. s 
 
 How offt send I my men befFore, 
 And tarry my selfe behinde ? 
 
 Biiskej dress. bowne] get ready. capull-hyde] horse- 
 
 hide, farley] wondrous strange. 
 
 S-6 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE 
 
 XII 
 
 ' It is noe cunning a knave to ken, 
 An a man but heare him speake ; 
 
 An itt were not for bursting of my bowe, 
 John, I wold thy head breake.' 
 
 XIII 
 
 As often wordes they breeden bale. 
 So they parted Robin and John : 
 
 And John is gone to Barnesdale ; 
 The gates he knoweth eche one. 
 
 XIV 
 
 But when he came to Barnesdale, 
 Great heavinesse there hee hadd. 
 
 For he found two of his owne fellowes 
 Were slaine both in a slade. 
 
 XV 
 
 And Scarlette i-foote he flyinge was 
 
 Fast over stocke and stone, 
 For the SherifFe with seven score men 
 
 Fast after him is gone. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Yet one shoote I'le shoote,' quoth Little John, 
 ' With Christ his might and mayne ; 
 
 I'le make yond fellow that flyes see fast, 
 To stopp he shall be fayne.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 Then John bent up his good yewe-bowe 
 
 And fettl'd him to shoote : 
 The bow was made of a tender boughe, 
 
 And fell downe to his foote. 
 
 gatesj ways, paths. slade] hollow. fettl'd] prepared. 
 I22S U ,'i77 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' Woe worth thee, wicked wood,' sayd John, 
 ' That ere thou grew on a tree ! 
 
 For now this day thou art my bale, 
 My boote when thou shold bee.' 
 
 XIX 
 
 His shoote it was but loosely shott, 
 
 Yet it flewe not in vaine, 
 For itt met one of the SherrifF's men. 
 
 Good William h Trent was slaine. 
 
 XX 
 
 It had bene better of William J Trent 
 
 To have hanged upon a gallow. 
 Than to be that day in the grene-wood 
 
 To meet Little John's arrowe. 
 
 XXI 
 
 But as it is said, when men be mett 
 
 Fyve can doe more than three, 
 The SherifFe hath taken Little Johti, 
 
 And bound him fast to a tree. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' Thou shall be drawen by dale and downe. 
 
 And hanged hye on a hill.' — 
 ' But thou mayst fayle,' quoth Little John, 
 
 ' If itt be Christ his will.' 
 
 XXIII 
 
 Let us leave talking of Little John, 
 
 And thinke of Robin Hood, 
 How he is gone to the wight yemln. 
 
 Where under the leaves he stood. 
 
 boote] help. 
 .W3 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE 
 
 XXIV 
 
 'Good morrowe, good fellowe,' sayd Robin so fayre, 
 ' Good moirowe, good fellow,' quoth he : 
 
 ' Methinkes by this bowe thou beares in thy hande 
 A good archere thou sholdst bee.' 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' I am wilfuU of my waye,' quo' the yeman, 
 
 ' And of my morning tyde.' 
 ' rie lead thee through the v/ood,' sayd Robin ; 
 
 ' Good fellow, I'le be thy guide.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' I seeke an outliwe,' the straunger sayd, 
 
 ' Men call him Robin Hood ; 
 Rather I'ld meet with that proud outlawe. 
 
 Than fortye pound of go'd.' — 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' If you two met, it wold be seene 
 
 Whether were better man : 
 But let us under the leves grene 
 
 Some other pastime plan. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' Let us some other masteryes make 
 
 Among the woods so even. 
 Wee may chance meet with Robin Hood 
 
 Here att some unselt Steven.' 
 
 XXIX 
 
 They cutt them downe two summer shroggs, 
 
 That grew both under a breere. 
 And sett them threescore rood in twinne 
 
 To shoot the prickes y-fere 
 
 wilfull] astray. tyde] time of day. masteryes] trials of 
 
 skill. unsett steven] time not appointed. shroggs] shrubs, 
 threescore rood in twinne] sixty rods apart. prickes] marks. 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE 
 
 ' Leade on, good fellowe,' quoth Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Leade on, I doe bidd thee.' — 
 ' Nay by my faith, good fellowe,' hee sayd, 
 
 ' My leader thou shalt bee.' 
 
 XXXI 
 
 The first good shoot that Robin led, 
 
 He mist but an inch it fro' : 
 The yeoman he was an archer good, 
 
 But he cold ne'er shoote soe. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 The second shoote had the wight yemin, 
 
 He shote within the garlande : 
 But Robin he shott far better than hee. 
 
 For he clave the good pricke wande. 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' God's blessing upon thy heart ! ' he sayd ; 
 
 ' Good fellowe, thy shooting is goode ; 
 For an thy hart be as good as thy hand, 
 
 Thou wert better than Robin Hood.' 
 
 ' Now tell me thy name, good fellowe,' sayd he, 
 
 ' Under the leaves of lyne.' — 
 'Nay by my faith,' quoth good Robin, 
 
 ' Till thou have told me thine.' 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' I dwell by dale and downe,' quoth hee, 
 ' And Robin to take I'me sworne ; 
 
 And when I am called by my right name 
 I am Guy of good Gisborne.' — 
 
 lyne] linden. 
 580 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 ' My dwelling is in this wood,' sayes Robin, 
 
 ' By thee I set right nought : 
 I am Robin Hood of Barn^sdale, 
 
 Whom thou so long hast sought.' 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 He that had neither beene kithe nor kin. 
 Might have scene a full fayre sight, 
 
 To see how together these yemen went 
 With blades both browne and bright : 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 To see how these yemen together they fought 
 
 Two howres of a summer's day : 
 Yett neither Sir Guy nor Robin Hood 
 
 Them fettled to flye away. 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 Robin was reachles on a roote. 
 
 And stumbled at that tyde ; 
 And Guy was quick and nimble with-all, 
 
 And hitt him o'er the left side. 
 
 XL 
 
 ' Ah deere Lady ! ' sayd Robin Hood, 
 
 ' That art both mother and may, 
 I think it was never man's destinye 
 
 To dye before his day.' 
 
 XLI 
 
 Robin thought on Our Ladye deere. 
 
 And soone leapt up againe. 
 And strait he came with an aukward stroke. 
 
 And he Sir Guy hath slayne. 
 
 reachles on] reckless, careless of. may] maid. aukward] 
 back-handed, 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE 
 
 XLII 
 
 He took Sir Guy's head by the hayre, 
 And sticked itt on his bowes end: 
 
 ' Thou hast been traytor all thy liffe, 
 Which thing must have an ende.' 
 
 XLIII 
 
 Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe, 
 And nicked Sir Guy in the face, 
 
 That he was never on woman born, 
 Cold tell whose head it was. 
 
 XLIV 
 
 Saies, ' Lye there, lye there, good Sir Guy, 
 
 And with me be not wrothe ; 
 If thou have had the worse strokes at my hand. 
 
 Thou shalt have the better clothe.' 
 
 XLV 
 
 Robin did off his gowne of greene. 
 
 And on Sir Guy did it throwe, 
 And hee put on that capull-hyde, 
 
 That clad him topp to toe. 
 
 XLVI 
 
 ' The bowe, the arrowes, and litle home, 
 
 Now with me I will beare ; 
 For I will away to Barnesdale, 
 
 To see how my men doe fare.' 
 
 XLVII 
 
 Robin sett Guy's home to his mouth, 
 
 A loud blast in it he did blow. 
 That beheard the Sheriffe of Nottingham, 
 
 As he leaned under a lowe. 
 
 capull-hyde] horse-hide. lowe] hillock. 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 ' Hearken ! hearken ! ' sayd the SherifFe, 
 
 ' I heare now tydings good, 
 For yonder I heare Sir Guy's home blowe, 
 
 And he hath slaine Robin Hood. 
 
 XLIX 
 
 ' Yonder I heare Sir Guy's home blowe, 
 
 Itt blowes soe well in tyde. 
 And yonder comes that wight yeman, 
 
 Cladd in his capuU-hyde. 
 
 L 
 
 ' Come hyther, come hyther, thou good Sir Guy, 
 
 Aske what thou wilt of mee.' — 
 ' O 1 will none of thy gold,' sayd Robin, 
 
 ' Nor I will none of thy fee : 
 
 LI 
 
 ' But now I have slaine the master,' he sayes, 
 
 ' Let me go strike the knave ; 
 This is all the rewarde I aske ; 
 
 Nor noe other will I have.' 
 
 Lit 
 
 ' Thou art a madman,' said the SherifFe, 
 ' Thou sholdest have had a knight's fee : 
 
 But seeing thy asking hath beene so bad. 
 Well granted it shall be.' 
 
 Liri 
 When Little John heard his master speake. 
 
 Well knewe he it was his Steven : 
 ' Now shall I be looset,' quoth Little John, 
 
 With Christ his might in heaven.' 
 
 Steven] voice. 
 
 583 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE 
 
 LIV 
 
 Robin hee hyed him to Little John, 
 
 He thought to loose him belive ; 
 The SherifFe and all his companye 
 
 Fast after him did drive. 
 
 LV 
 
 ' Stand abacke ! stand abacke ! ' sayd Robin Hood ; 
 
 ' Why draw you mee soe neere ? 
 Itt was never the use in our countrye, 
 
 One's shrift another shold heere.' 
 
 LVI 
 
 But Robin puU'd forth an Irysh knifFe, 
 
 And losed John hand and foote, 
 And gave him Sir Guy's bow into his hand, 
 
 And bade it be his boote. 
 
 LVII 
 
 Then John he took Guy's bow in his hand, 
 His boltes and arrowes eche one : 
 
 When the SherifFe saw Little John bend his bow, 
 He fettled him to be gone. 
 
 LVIII 
 
 Towards his house in Nottingham towne 
 
 He fled full fast away ; 
 And soe did all his companye : 
 
 Not one behind wold stay. 
 
 LIX 
 
 But he cold neither goe soe fast. 
 
 Nor away soe fast cold runne, 
 But Little John with an arrowe soe broad. 
 
 Did cleave his herte in twinne. 
 
 belive] straightway. 
 S84 
 
117. T{obin Hood and the Monk 
 
 I 
 
 IN somer, when the shawes be sheyne, 
 And leves be large and long, 
 Hit is full mery in feyre foreste 
 To here the foulys song : 
 II 
 To se the dere draw to the dale, 
 
 And leve the hill^s hee, 
 And shadow hem in the leves grene, 
 Under the grene-wode tre. 
 Ill 
 Hit befel on Whitsontide, 
 Erly in a May mornyng, 
 The Son up feyre can shyne, 
 And the briddis mery can syng. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' This is a mery mornyng,' seid LituU John, 
 
 ' Be Hym that dyed on tre ; 
 A more mery man then I am one 
 
 Lyves not in Cristiante. 
 
 V 
 
 ' Pluk up thi hert, my dere mayster,' 
 
 LituU John can sey, 
 ' And thynk hit is a full fayre tyme 
 
 In a mornyng of May.' 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Ye, on thyng greves me,' seid Robyn, 
 ' And does my hert mych woo ; 
 
 That I may not no solem day 
 To mas nor matyns goo. 
 
 shawes] woods. sheyne] bright, beautiful. 
 
 U 3 585 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK 
 
 ' Hit is a fourtnet and more,' seid he, 
 
 ' Syn I my Savyour see ; 
 To day wil I to Notyngham,' seid Robyn, 
 
 ' With the myght of mylde Marye.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 Than spake Moche, the mylner son, — 
 
 Ever more wel hym betyde ! 
 ' Take twelve of thi wyght yemSn, 
 
 Well weppynd, be thi side. 
 Such on wolde thi selfe slon, 
 
 That twelve dar not abyde.' 
 
 ' Of all my mery men,' seid Robyn, 
 ' Be my feith I wil non have, 
 
 But LituU John shall beyre my bow, 
 Til that me list to drawe.' 
 
 ' Thou 'shall beyre thin own,' seid LituU John, 
 ' Maister, and I wyl beyre myne. 
 
 And we well shete a peny,' seid LituU John, 
 ' Under the grene-wode lyne.' 
 
 XI 
 
 ' I wil not shete a peny,' seyd Robyn Hode, 
 ' In feith, LituU John, with the. 
 
 But ever for on as thou shetis,' seide Robyn, 
 ' In feith I holde the thre.' 
 
 wyght yemen] sturdy yeomen. slon] slay. shete a peny] 
 shoot for a penny. lyne] linden. holde] wager, 
 S86 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK 
 
 XII 
 
 Thus shet thei forth, these yemen two, 
 
 Botha at buske and brome, 
 Til LituU John wan of his maister 
 
 Five shillings to hose and shone. 
 
 XIII 
 
 A ferly strife fel them betwene, 
 
 As they went bi the wey ; 
 Litull John seid he had won five shillings, 
 
 And Robyn Hode seid schortly nay. 
 
 XIV 
 
 With that Robyn Hode lyed Litull John, 
 And smote hym with his hande ; 
 
 Litull John waxed wroth therwith, 
 And pull'd out his bright bronde. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Were thou not my maister,' seid Litull John, 
 
 ' Thou shuldis be hit ful sore ; 
 Get tJie a man wher thou wilt, 
 
 For thou getis me no more.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 Then Robyn goes to Notyngham, 
 
 Hym selfe mornyng allone, 
 And Litull John to mery Scherwode, 
 
 The pathes he kr),ew ilkone. 
 
 XVII 
 
 Whan Robyn came to Notyngham, 
 
 Sertenly withouten layn. 
 He prayed to God and myld Mary 
 
 To bryng hym out save agayn. 
 
 buske] bush. ferly] wondrous, strange. lyed] gave 
 
 the lie to. ilkone] each one. layn] concealment. 
 
 587 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK 
 
 XVIII 
 
 He gos in to Seynt Mary chirch, 
 And kneled down before the rode ; 
 
 Alle that e'er were the church within 
 Beheld wel Robyn Hode. 
 
 XIX 
 
 Beside hym stod a gret-hedid munke, 
 
 I pray to God woo he be ! 
 Fful sone he knew gode Robyn, 
 
 As sone as he hym se. 
 
 XX 
 
 Out at the durre he ran, 
 
 Fful sone and anon ; 
 Alle the yatis of Notyngham 
 
 He made to be sparred euerychon. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Rise up,' he seid, ' thou prowde ScherefF, 
 Buske the and make the bowne ; 
 
 I have spyed the Kynggis felon, 
 Fforsothe he is in this town. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' I have spyed the false felon, 
 As he stondis at his masse ; 
 
 Hit is long of the,' seide the munke 
 ' And ever he/ro us passe. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' This traytur name is Robyn Hode, 
 Under the grene-wode lynde ; 
 
 He robbyt me onys ot a hundred pound, 
 Hit shalle never out of my mynde.' 
 
 yatis] gates. sparred] barred. Buske] get re; 
 
 bowne] bound, ready. long of] along of, i. e, thy fault, 
 
 588 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK 
 
 Up then rose this prowde SherefF, 
 
 And radly made hym yare ; 
 Many was the moder son 
 
 To the kyrk with hym can fare. 
 
 XXV 
 
 In at the durres thei throly thrast, 
 
 With staves ful gode wone ; 
 ' Alas, alas 1 ' seid Robyn Hode, 
 
 ' Now mysse I LituU John.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 But Robyn toke out a two-hond sworde, 
 
 That hangit down be his kne ; 
 Ther as the ScherefFand his men stode thyckust, 
 
 Thethurwarde wolde he. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 Thryes thorowout them he ran then, 
 
 Forsothe as I yow sey, 
 And woundyt mony a moder son, 
 
 And twelve he slew that day. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 His sworde upon the ScherefF hed 
 
 Sertanly he brake in two ; 
 ' The smyth that the made,' seid Robyn, 
 
 ' I pray to God wyrke hym woo ! 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' Ffor now am I weppynlesse,' seid Robyn, 
 
 ' Alasse ! agayn my wylle ; 
 But if I may fie these traytors fro, 
 
 I wot thei wil rae kyll.' 
 
 radly] quickly. yare] ready. throly thrast] pressed 
 
 stubbornly, gode wone] good number, plenty. But if] unless. 
 
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ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK 
 
 XXX 
 
 Robyn into the churche ran, 
 
 Throout hem everilkon . . . 
 [Then word is gone to his yemen 
 
 In grene-wode wher they wone.j 
 
 XXXI 
 
 Sum fel in swonyng as thei were dede, 
 
 And lay stil as any stone ; 
 Non of theym were in her mynde 
 
 But only Litull John. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' Let be your rule,' seid Litull John, 
 ' Ffor his luf that dyed on tre ; 
 
 Ye that shulde be dughty men, 
 Het is gret shame to se. 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' Oure maister has bene hard bystode 
 
 And yet scapyd away ; 
 Pluk up your hertis, and leve this mone, 
 
 And harkyn what I shal say. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 'He has seruyd Oure Lady many a day, 
 
 And yet wil, securly ; 
 Therfor I trust in hir specialy 
 
 No wyckud deth shal he dye. 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' Therfor be glad,' seid Litull John, 
 
 ' And let tliis mournyng be ; 
 And I shal be the munkis gyde, 
 
 With the myght of mylde Mai-y.' 
 
 wone] dwelt. rule] 'taking on,' lamenting. dughty] 
 
 doughty, mone] moan. gyde] be the guide = take charge of. 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK 
 
 XXXVI 
 [Than spake Moche, the mylner son,J 
 
 ' We will go but we two.' — 
 ' An I mete hym,' seid Litull John, 
 
 [I trust to wyrke hym woo.] 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' Loke that ye kepe wel owre tristil-tre, 
 
 Under the levys smale, 
 And spare non of this venyson, 
 
 That gose in thys vale.' 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 Fforthe then went these yemen two, 
 Litull John and Moche on fere, 
 
 And lokid on Moch' emys hows, — 
 The hye-way lay full nere. 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 Litull John stode at a wyndow in the mornyng, 
 
 And lokid forth at a stage ; 
 He was war wher the munke came ridyng, 
 
 And with hym a litul page. 
 
 XL 
 
 ' Be my feith,' seid Litull John to Moch, 
 ' I can the tel tithyngus gode ; 
 
 I se wher the monke cumys rydyng, 
 I know hym be his wyde hode.' 
 
 XLI 
 
 They went in to the way, these yemen bothe. 
 
 As curtes men and hende ; 
 Thei spyrred tithyngus at the munke. 
 
 As they hade bene his frende. 
 
 tristil-tre] trjrsting-tree, rendezvous. sraale] small. on 
 
 fere] in company. emys hows] tincle's house. at a stage] 
 
 on an upper floor. tithyngus] tidings. hende] civil, 
 
 spyrred] spiered, inquired. 
 
 59' 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK 
 
 XLII 
 
 ' Ffro whens come ye ?' seid LituII John, 
 ' Tel us tithyngus, I yow pray, 
 
 Off a false owtlay, callid Robyn Hode, 
 Was takyn yisterday. 
 
 ' He robbyt me and my felowes bothe 
 
 Of twenti marke in serten ; 
 If that false owtlay be takyn, 
 
 Ffor sothe we wolde be fayn.' 
 
 XLIV 
 
 ' So did he me,' seid the munke, 
 ' Of a hundred pound and more ; 
 
 I layde furst hande hym apon, 
 Ye may thonke me therfore.' 
 
 XLV 
 
 ' I pray God thanke you,' seid Litull John, 
 
 ' And we wil when we may | 
 We wil go with you, with your leve, 
 
 And bryng yow on your way. 
 
 XLVI 
 
 ' Ffor Robyn Hode hase many a wilde felow, 
 
 I tell you in certen ; 
 If thei wist ye rode this way. 
 
 In feith ye shulde be slayn,' 
 
 XLVII 
 
 As thei went talking be the way, 
 
 The munke and Litull John, 
 John toke the munkis horse be the hede, 
 
 Fful sone and anon. 
 592 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 John toke the munkis horse be the hed, 
 
 Fforsothe as I yow say ; 
 So did Much the litull page, 
 
 Ffor he shulde not scape away. 
 
 XLIX 
 
 Be the golett of the hode 
 
 John pulled the munk^ down ; 
 John was nothyng of hym agast, 
 
 He lete hym falle on his crown. 
 
 L 
 
 Litull John was sore agrevyd, 
 
 And drew owt his swerde in hye ; 
 
 This munk^ saw he shulde be ded, 
 Lowd mercy can he crye. 
 
 LI 
 
 ' He was my maister,' seid Litull John, 
 ' That thou hase browght in bale ; 
 
 Shalle thou never cum at our Kyng, 
 Ffor to telle hym tale.' 
 
 LII 
 
 John smote of the munkis hed, 
 
 No longer wolde he dwell ; 
 So did Moch the litull page, 
 
 Ffor ferd lest he wolde tell. 
 
 LIII 
 Ther thei beryed hem bothe. 
 
 In nouther mosse nor lyng, 
 And Litull John and Much in fere 
 
 Bare the letturs to oure Kyng. 
 
 golett] gullet, throat. of hym agast] alanned about him. 
 
 hye] haste. bale] harm. ferd] fear. 
 
 593 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK 
 
 LIV 
 
 [Whan John came unto cure Kyng] 
 He knelid down on his kne : 
 God yow save, my lege lorde, 
 Jhesus yow save and se ! 
 
 LV 
 
 ' God yow save, -my lege Kyng ! ' 
 
 To speke John was full bolde ; 
 He gaf hym the letturs in his hond, 
 
 The Kyng did hit unfold. 
 
 LVI 
 
 The Kyng red the letturs anon, 
 
 And seid. So mot I the, 
 Ther was never yoman in mery Inglond 
 
 I longut so sore to se. 
 
 LVII 
 
 ' Wher is the munke that these shuld have brought ? ' 
 
 Oure Kyng can say : 
 ' Be my trouth,' seid LituU John, 
 
 ' He dyed after the way.' 
 
 Lviir 
 The Kyng gaf Moch and Litull John 
 
 Twenti pound in sertan. 
 And made theim yemen of the crown. 
 
 And bade theim go agayn. 
 
 LIX 
 
 He gaf John the seel in hand, 
 
 The Sheref for to here. 
 To bryng Robyn hym to, 
 
 And no man do hym dere. 
 
 mot I the] I thrive. after] behind on. dere] injury. 
 594 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK 
 
 LX 
 
 John toke his leve at oure Kyng, 
 
 The sothe as I yow say ; 
 The next way to Notyngham 
 
 To take, he yede the way. 
 
 LXI 
 
 Whan John came to Notyngham 
 The yatis were sparred ychon ; 
 
 John callid up the porter, 
 He answerid sone anon. 
 
 LXII 
 
 ' What is the cause,' seid LituU John, 
 ' Thou sparris the yates so fast ? ' — 
 
 ' Because of Robyn Hode,' seid the porter, 
 ' In depe prison is cast. 
 
 LXIII 
 
 ' John and Moch and Wyll Scathlok, 
 
 Ffor sothe as I yow say, 
 Thei slew oure men upon our wallis, 
 
 And sawten us every day.' 
 
 LXIV 
 
 LituU John spyrred after the ScherefF, 
 
 And sone he hym fonde ; 
 He oppyned the Kyngus prive seell. 
 
 And gaf hym in his honde. 
 
 LXV 
 
 Whan the Scheref saw the Kyngus seell, 
 
 He did of his hode anon : 
 ' Wher is the munke that bare the letturs ? ' 
 
 He seid to LituU John. 
 
 next] Highest. yede] went. ychon] each one. sawten] 
 assault. did of his hode] took off his hat. 
 
 595 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK 
 
 LXVI 
 
 ' He is so fayn of hym,' seid LituU John, 
 
 ' Fforsothe as I yow say, 
 He has made hym abot of Westmynster, 
 
 A lorde of that abbay.' 
 
 LXVII 
 
 The Scheref made John god^ chere. 
 And gaf hym wyne of the best ; 
 
 At nyght thei went to her bedd^, 
 And every man to his rest. 
 
 LXVIII 
 
 . When the Scheref was on slepe, 
 Dronken of wyne and ale, 
 Litull John and Moch forsothe 
 Toke the way unto the jale. 
 
 LXIX 
 
 Litull John callid up the jayler, 
 
 And bade hym rise anon ; 
 He seyd Robyn Hode had brokyn prison, 
 
 And out of hit was gon. 
 
 LXX 
 
 The porter rose anon sertan, 
 As sone as he herd John calle ; 
 
 Litull John was redy with a swerd, 
 And bare hym to the walle. 
 
 LXXI 
 
 ' Now wil I be porter,* seid Litull John, 
 
 ' And take the keyes in honde : ' 
 He toke the way to Robyn Hode, 
 And sone he hym unbonde. 
 her] their. 
 596 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK 
 
 LXXII 
 
 He gaf hym a gode swerd in his bond, 
 ' His hed therwith for to kepe, 
 And ther as the walle was lowyst 
 Anon down can thei lepe. 
 
 LXXIII 
 
 Be that the cok began to crow, 
 
 The day began to spryng, 
 The Scheref fond the jaylier ded ; 
 
 The corayn bell made he ryng. 
 
 LXXIV 
 
 He made a crye thoroout al the town, 
 Wheder he be yoman or knave, 
 
 That cowth^ bryng hym Robyn Hode, 
 His warison he shuld have. 
 
 LXXV 
 
 ' Ffor I dar never,' said the Scheref, 
 
 ' Cum before cure Kyng ; 
 Ffor if I do, I wot serten 
 
 Ffor sothe he wil me heng.' 
 
 LXXVI 
 
 The Scheref made to seke Notyngham, 
 
 Bothe be strete and stye, 
 And Robyn was in mery Scherwode, 
 
 As light as lef on lynde. 
 
 LXXVII 
 
 Then bespake gode LituU John, 
 
 To Robyn Hode can he say, 
 ' I have done the a gode tume for an evyll, 
 
 Quyte the whan thou may. 
 
 comyn bell] tov^n bell. warison] reward. stye] path, 
 
 alley. 
 
 597 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK 
 
 LXXVIII 
 
 ' I have done the a gode turne,' seid Litull John, 
 
 ' Fforsothe as I yow say ; 
 I have brought the under grene-wode lyne ; 
 
 Ffare wel, and have gode day.' 
 
 LXXIX 
 
 ' Nay, be my trouth,' seid Robyn Hode, 
 
 ' So shall hit never be ; 
 I make the maister,' seid Robyn Hode, 
 
 ' Off alle my men and me.' 
 
 LXXX 
 
 'Nay, be my trouth,' seid Litull John, 
 
 ' So shalle hit never be ; 
 But lat me be a felow,' seid Litull John, 
 
 ' No noder kepe I be.' 
 
 LXXXI 
 
 Thus John gate Robyn Hode out of prison, 
 
 Sertan vidthoutyn layn ; 
 Whan his men saw hym hoi and sounde, 
 
 Fforsothe they were full fayne. 
 
 LXXXII 
 
 They filled in wyne, and made hem glad. 
 
 Under the levys smale. 
 And yete pastes of venyson, 
 
 That gode was with ale. 
 
 LXXXIII 
 
 Than worde came to oure Kyng 
 
 How Robyn Hode was gon. 
 And how the Scheref of Notyngham 
 
 Durst never loke hym upon. 
 
 kepe I be] care I to be. yete] ate. 
 
 598 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK 
 
 LXXXIV 
 
 Then bespake oure cumly Kyng, 
 
 In an angur hye : 
 ' Litull John hase begyled the ScherefF, 
 
 In faith so hase he me. 
 
 LXXXV 
 
 ' Litull John has begyled us bothe 
 
 And that full wel I se ; 
 Or ellis the ScherefF of Notyngham 
 
 Hye hongut shulde he be. 
 
 LXXXVI 
 
 ' I made hem yemen of the crowne, 
 And gaf hem fee with my bond ; 
 
 I gaf hem grith,' seid oure Kyng, 
 ' Thorowout all mery Inglond. 
 
 LXXXVII 
 
 ' I gaf theym grith,' then seid oure Kyng ; 
 
 ' I say, so mot I the, 
 Fforsothe soch a yeman as he is on 
 
 In all Inglond ar not thre. 
 
 LXXXVIII 
 
 'He is trew to his maister,' seid our Kyng; 
 
 ' I sey, be swete Seynt John, 
 He lovys better Robyn Hode 
 
 Then he dose us ychon. 
 
 LXXXIX 
 
 ' Robyn Hode is ever bond to hym, 
 
 Bothe in strete and stalle ; 
 Speke no more of this mater,' seid oure Kyng, 
 
 ' But John has begyled us aJle.' 
 
 grith] charter of peace. 
 
 599 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK 
 
 xc 
 Thus endys the talkyng of the munke 
 
 And Robyn Hode i-wysse ; 
 God, that is ever a crowned kyng, 
 
 Bryng us all to his blisse ! 
 
 ii8. ^obin Hood and the Curtal Friar 
 
 But hoiv many months he in the year ? 
 
 There are thirteen, I say ; 
 The midsummer moon is the merry est of all 
 
 Next to the merry month of May, 
 I 
 
 IN summer time, when leaves grow green, 
 And flowers are fresh and gay, 
 Robin Hood and his merry men 
 Were [all] disposed to play. 
 
 II 
 Then some would leap, and some would run. 
 
 And some use artillery : 
 ' Which of you can a good bow draw, 
 
 A good archer to be ? 
 Ill 
 ' Which of you can kill a buck ? 
 
 Or who can kill a doe ? 
 Or who can kill a hart of grease, 
 
 Five hundred foot him fro ? ' 
 
 rv 
 Will Scadlock he kill'd a buck. 
 And Midge he kill'd a doe. 
 And Little John kill'd a hart of grease, 
 Five hundred foot him fro. 
 600 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR 
 
 ' God's blessing on thy heart/ said Robin Hood, 
 ' That hath [shot] such a shot for me ; 
 
 I would ride my horse an hundred miles, 
 To finde one could match with thee.' 
 
 VI 
 
 That caus'd Will Scadlock to laugh, 
 
 He laugh'd full heartily : 
 ' There lives a curtal friar in Fountains Abbey 
 
 Will beat both him and thee. 
 
 ' That curtal friar in Fountains Abbey 
 
 Well can a strong bow draw ; 
 He will beat you and your yeomen, 
 
 Set them all on a row.' 
 
 viir 
 Robin Hood took a solemn oath. 
 
 It was by Mary free. 
 That he would neither eat nor drink 
 
 Till the friar he did see. 
 
 IX 
 
 Robin Hood put on his harness good, 
 And on his head a cap of steel. 
 
 Broad sword and buckler by his side, 
 And they became him weal. 
 
 X 
 
 He took his bow into his hand, 
 
 It was made of a trusty tree, 
 With a sheaf of arrows at his belt, 
 
 To the Fountains Dale went he. 
 
 6oi 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR 
 
 And coming unto Fountain[s] Dale, 
 
 No further would he ride ; 
 There was he aware of a curtal friar, 
 
 Walking by the water-side. 
 
 XII 
 
 The friar had on a harness good. 
 And on his head a cap of steel, 
 
 Broad sword and buckler by his side, 
 And they became him weel. 
 
 XlII 
 
 Robin Hood lighted off his horse. 
 
 And tied him to a thorn : 
 ' Carry me over the water, thou curtal friar, 
 
 Or else thy life 's forlorn.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 The friar took Robin Hood on his back, 
 
 Deep water he did bestride, 
 And spake neither good word nor bad, 
 
 Till he came at the other side. 
 
 Lightly leapt Robin Hood off the friar's back; 
 
 The friar said to him again, 
 ' Carry me over this water, fine fellow. 
 
 Or it shall breed thy pain.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 Robin Hood took the friar on 's back, 
 
 Deep water he did bestride, 
 And spake neither good word nor bad. 
 Till he came at the other side. 
 6o3 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR 
 
 XVII 
 
 Lightly leapt the friar off Robin Hood's back ; 
 
 Robin Hood said to him again, 
 ' Carry me over this water, thou curtal friar. 
 
 Or it shall breed thy pain,' 
 
 XVIII 
 
 The friar took Robin Hood on 's back again, 
 
 And stept up to the knee; 
 Till he came at the middle stream, 
 
 Neither good nor bad spake he. 
 
 XIX 
 
 And coming to the middle stream, 
 
 There he threw Robin in : 
 ' And chuse thee, chuse thee, fine fellow, 
 
 Whether thou wilt sink or swim ! ' 
 
 XX 
 
 Robin Hood swam to a bush of broom, 
 
 The friar to a wicker wand ; 
 Bold Robin Hood is gone to shore. 
 
 And took his bow in hand. 
 
 XXI 
 
 One of his best arrows under his belt 
 
 To the friar he let ilye ; 
 The curtal friar, with his steel buckler, 
 
 He put that arrow by. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' Shoot on, shoot on, thou fine fellow, 
 
 Shoot oh as thou hast begun ; 
 If thou shoot here a summer's day. 
 
 Thy mark I will not shun.' 
 
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ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR 
 
 XXIII 
 
 Robin Hood shot passing well, 
 
 Till his arrows all were gone ; 
 They took their swords and steel bucklers, 
 
 And fought with might and maine ; 
 
 XXIV 
 
 From ten o' th' clock that day, 
 
 Till four i' th' afternoon ; 
 Then Robin Hood came to his knees, 
 
 Of the friar to beg a boon. 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' A boon, a boon, thou curtal friar ! 
 
 I beg it on my knee ; 
 Give me leave to set my horn to my mouth. 
 
 And to blow blasts three.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' That will I do,' said the curtal friar ! 
 
 ' Of thy blasts I have no doubt ; 
 I hope thou 'It blow so passing well 
 
 Till both thy eyes fall out.' 
 
 XXVII 
 
 Robin Hood set his horn to his mouth 
 
 He blew but blasts three ; 
 Half a hundred yeomen, with bows bent, 
 
 Came raking over the lee. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' Whose men are these,' said the friar, 
 
 ' That come so hastily ? ' 
 ' These men are mine,' said Robin Hood ; 
 
 ' Friar, what is that to thee ? ' 
 
 raking] advancing. 
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ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' A boon, a boon,' said the curtal friar, 
 
 ' The like I gave to thee ! 
 Give me leave to set my fist to my mouth, 
 
 And to whute whutes three.' 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' That will I do,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Or else I were to blame ; 
 Three whutes in a friar's fist 
 
 Would make me glad and fain.' 
 
 XXXI 
 
 The friar he set his fist to his mouth, 
 
 And whuted whutes three ; 
 Half a hundred good ban-dogs 
 
 Came running the friar unto. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' Here 's for every man of thine a dog, 
 
 And I my self for thee ! ' — 
 ' Nay, by my faith,' quoth Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Friar, that may not be.' 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 Two dogs at once to Robin Hood did go, 
 
 T' one behind, the other before ; 
 Robin Hood's mantle of Lincoln green 
 
 Off from his back they tore. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 And whether his men shot east or west. 
 
 Or they shot north or south, 
 The curtal dogs, so taught they were. 
 
 They kept their arrows in their mouth. 
 
 whute] whistle. 
 
 605 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' Take up thy dogs,' said Little John, 
 
 ' Friar, at my bidding be.' — 
 ' Whose man art thou,' said the curtal friar, 
 
 ' Comes here to prate with me ? ' — 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 ' I am Little John, Robin Hood's man. 
 
 Friar, I will not lie ; 
 If thou take not up thy dogs soon, 
 
 I'le take up them and thee.' 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 Little John had a bow in his hand, 
 
 He shot with might and main ; 
 Soon half a score of the friar's dogs 
 
 Lay dead upon the plain. 
 
 xxxvin 
 ' Hold thy hand, good fellow,' said the curtal friar, 
 
 ' Thy master and I will agree ; 
 And we will have new orders taken, 
 
 With all the haste that may be.' 
 
 xxxix 
 ' If thou wilt forsake fair Fountains Dale, 
 
 And Fountains Abbey free. 
 Every Sunday throughout the year, 
 
 A noble shall be thy fee. 
 
 XL 
 
 ' And every holy day throughout the year, 
 
 Changed shall thy garment be, 
 If thou wilt go to fair Nottingham, 
 And there remain with me.' 
 606 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR 
 
 XLI 
 
 This curtal friar had kept Fountains Dale 
 
 Seven long years or more ; 
 There was neither knight, lord, nor earl 
 
 Could make him yield before. 
 
 11^. J^ohin Hood and. the Butcher 
 
 COME, all you brave gallants, and listen a while, 
 That are in the bowers within ; 
 For of Robin Hood, that archer good, 
 A song I intend for to sing. 
 
 Upon a time it chancM so 
 Bold Robin in forrest did spy 
 
 A jolly butcher, with a bonny fine mare. 
 With his flesh to the market did hye. 
 
 ' Good morrow, good fellow ! ' said jolly Robin, 
 
 ' What food hast ? tell unto me ; 
 And thy trade to me tell, and where thou dost dwell, 
 
 For I like well thy company.' 
 
 IV 
 
 The butcher he answered jolly Robin : 
 
 ' No matter where I dwell ; 
 For a butcher I am, and to Notingham 
 
 I am going, my flesh to sell.' 
 
 £07 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE BUTCHER 
 
 ' What price thy flesh ? ' said jolly Robin, 
 
 ' Come, tell it soon unto me ; 
 And the price of thy mare, be she never so dear, 
 
 For a butcher fain would I be.' 
 
 VI 
 
 ' The price of my flesh,' the butcher repli'd, 
 
 ' I soon will tell unto thee ; 
 With my bonny mare, and they are not dear. 
 
 Four mark thou must give unto me.' 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Four mark I will give thee,' saith jolly Robin, 
 
 ' Four mark it shall be thy fee ; 
 Thy mony come count, and let me mount. 
 
 For a butcher I fain would be.' 
 
 Now Robin he is to Notingham gone. 
 His butcher's trade for to begin ; 
 
 With good intent, to the Sheriff he went, 
 And there he took up his inn. 
 
 IX 
 
 When other butchers they opened their meat, 
 
 Bold Robin he then begun ; 
 But how for to sell he knew not well. 
 
 For a butcher he was but young. 
 
 X 
 
 When other butchers no meat could sell, 
 
 Robin got both gold and fee; 
 For he sold more meat for one peny 
 
 Than others could do for three. 
 608 • 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE BUTCHER 
 
 xr 
 But when he sold his meat so fast, 
 
 No butcher by him could thrive ; 
 For he sold more meat for one peny 
 
 Than others could do for five. 
 
 XII 
 
 Which made the butchers of Notingham 
 
 To study as they did stand, 
 Saying, surely he was some prodigal, 
 
 That had sold his father's land. 
 
 XIII 
 
 The butchers they stepped to jolly Robin, 
 
 Acquainted with him for to be ; 
 ' Come, brother,' one said, ' we be all of one trade. 
 
 Come, will you go dine with me ? ' 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' Accurst of his heart,' said jolly Robin, 
 
 ' That a butcher doth deny ! 
 I will go with you, my brethren true, 
 
 And as fast as I can hie.' 
 
 XV 
 
 But when to the Sheriff's house they came. 
 
 To dinner they hied apace. 
 And Robin Hood he the man must be 
 
 Before them all to say grace. 
 
 XVI 
 
 'Pray God bless us all,' said jolly Robin, 
 
 ' And our meat within this place ; 
 A cup of sack good, to nourish our blood, 
 
 And so I do end my grace. 
 1225 X 609 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE BUTCHER 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' Come fill us more wine,' said jolly Robin, 
 ' Let us merry be while we do stay ; 
 
 For wine and good cheer, be it never so dear, 
 I vow I the reck'ning will pay. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 'Come, brothers; be merry,' said jolly Robin, " 
 ' Let us drink, and never give o'er ; 
 
 For the shot I will pay, ere I go my way. 
 If it cost me five pounds and more.' 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' This is a mad blade,' the butchers then said ; 
 
 Says the Sheriff, ' He's some prodigal. 
 That his land has sold, for silver and gold. 
 
 And meaneth to spend it all.' 
 
 XX 
 
 ' Hast thou any horn-beasts,' the Sherifl^ inquired, 
 ' Good fellow, to sell unto me ? ' — 
 
 ' Yea, a plenty I have, good Master Sheriff, 
 1 have hundreds two or three. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' And a hundred acre of good free land, 
 
 An it please you go for to see ; 
 And I'le make you as good assurance of it 
 
 As ever my father made me.' 
 
 XXII 
 
 The Sheriff he saddled a good palfrey, 
 With three hundred pound in gold, 
 
 And away he went with bold Robin Hood, 
 His horned beasts to behold. 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE BUTCHER 
 
 XXIII 
 
 Away then the Sheriff and Robin did ride, 
 
 To the forest of merry Sherwood ; 
 Then the Sheriff did say, ' God bless us this day 
 
 From a man they call Robin Hood ! ' 
 
 XXIV 
 But when that a little further they came, 
 
 Bold Robin he chanced to spy 
 A hundred head of the good red deer, 
 
 Come tripping the Sheriff full nigh. 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' How like you my horn'd beasts. Master Sheriff J 
 
 They be fat and fair for to see ; ' 
 ' I tell thee, good fellow, I would I were gone. 
 
 For I like not thy company.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 Then Robin he set his horn to his mouth, 
 
 And blew but Wastes three ; 
 Then quickly anon there came Little John, 
 
 And all his company. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' What is your will ? ' then said Little John, 
 ' Good master come tell it to me ; ' 
 
 ' I have brought hither the Sheriff of Notingham, 
 This day to dine with thee.' 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' He is welcome to me,' then said Little John, 
 
 ' I hope he will honestly pay ; 
 I know he has gold, if it be but well told, 
 
 Will serve us to drink a whole day.' 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE BUTCHER 
 
 XXIX 
 
 Robin Hood took his mantle from his back, 
 
 And laid it upon the ground, 
 And out of the Sheriff's portmantle 
 
 He told three hundred jwund. 
 
 XXX 
 
 Then Robin he brought him thorow the wood, 
 
 Set him on his dapple gray : 
 ' O have me commended, good sir, to your wife ! '- 
 
 So Robin went laughing away. 
 
 120. J^bin Hood and the Bishop of Hereford 
 
 COME, gentlemen all, and listen a while ; 
 A story I'll to you unfold — 
 How Robin Hood served the Bishop, 
 When he robb'd him of his gold. 
 
 As it befel in merry Barnsdale, 
 
 And under the green-wood tree. 
 The Bishop of Hereford was to come by, 
 
 With all his companye. 
 
 HI 
 
 ' Come, kill a ven'son,' said bold Robin Hood, 
 ' Come, kill me a good fat deer ; 
 
 The Bishop 's to dine with me to day. 
 And he shall pay well for his cheer. 
 
 6\3 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND BISHOP OF HEREFORD 
 
 'We'll kill a fot ven'son,' said bold Robin Hood, 
 ' And dress 't by the highway-side, 
 
 And narrowly watch for the Bishop, 
 Lest some other way he should ride.' 
 
 V 
 
 He dress'd himself up in shepherd's attire, 
 
 With six of his men also ; 
 And the Bishop of Hereford came thereby. 
 
 As about the fire they did go. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' What matter is this ? ' said the Bishop ; 
 
 ' Or for whom do you make this a-do ? 
 Or why do you kill the King's ven'son, 
 
 When your company is so few ? ' 
 
 vu 
 ' We are shepherds,' said bold Robin Hood, 
 
 ' And we keep sheep all the year ; 
 And we are disposed to be merry this day, 
 
 And to kill of the King's fat deer.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' You are brave fellowes,' said the Bishop, 
 ' And the King of your doings shall know ; 
 
 Therefore make haste, come along with me. 
 For before the King you shall go.' 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O pardon, O pardon,' says bold Robin Hood, 
 
 ' O pardon, I thee pray ! 
 For it never becomes your lordship's coat 
 
 To take so many lives away.' 
 
 613 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND BISHOP OF HEREFORD 
 
 ' No pardon, no pardon ! ' the Bishop says ; 
 
 ' No pardon I thee owe ; 
 Therefore make haste, come along with me, 
 
 For before the King you shall go.' 
 
 XI 
 
 Robin set his back against a tree, 
 
 And his foot against a thorn, 
 And from underneath his shepherd's coat 
 
 He puU'd out a bugle horn. 
 
 XII 
 
 He put the little end to his mouth. 
 
 And a loud blast did he blow, 
 Till threescore and ten of bold Robin's men 
 
 Came running all on a row ; 
 
 XIII 
 
 All making obeisance to bold Robin Hood ; 
 
 — 'Twas a comely sight for to see : 
 ' What matter, my master,' said Little John, 
 
 ' That you blow so hastilye ? '" — • 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' O here is the Bishop of Hereford, 
 And no pardon we shall have.' — 
 
 ' Cut off his head, master,' said Little John, 
 ' And throw him into his grave.' — 
 
 XV 
 
 ' O pardon, O pardon,' said the Bishop, 
 
 ' O pardon, I thee pray ! 
 For if I had known it had been you, 
 
 I'd have gone some other way.' — 
 614 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND BISHOP OF HEREFORD 
 
 ' No pardon, no pardon ! ' said Robin Hood ; 
 
 ' No pardon I thee owe ; 
 Therefore maice haste, come along with nie, 
 
 For to merry Barnsdale you shall go.' 
 
 XVH 
 
 Then Robin has taken the Bishop's hand 
 
 And led him to merry Barnsdale ; 
 He made him to stay and sup with him that night. 
 
 And to drink wine, beer and ale. 
 
 xviti 
 ' Call in the reckoning,' said the Bishop, - 
 
 ' For methinks it grows wondrous high.' — 
 ' Lend me your purse, Bishop,' said Little John, 
 
 ' And I'll tell you by-and-by.' 
 
 XIX 
 
 Then Little John took the Bishop's cloak, 
 
 And spread it upon the ground, 
 And out of the Bishop's portmantua 
 
 He told three hundred pound. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' So now let him go,' said Robin Hood ; 
 
 Said Little John, ' That may not be ; 
 For I vow and protest he shall sing us a mass 
 
 Before that he go from me.' 
 
 XXI 
 
 Robin Hood took the Bishop by the hand. 
 
 And bound him fast to a tree, 
 And made him to sing a mass, God wot, 
 
 To him and his yeomandrye. 
 
 6 IS 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND BISHOP OF HEREFORD 
 
 Then Robin Hood brought him through the wood 
 
 And caused the music to play, 
 And he made the Bishop to dance in his boots, 
 
 And they set liim on 's dapple-grey, 
 And they gave the tail within his hand — 
 
 And glad he could so get away ! 
 
 121. l{obin Hood and Alan a Dale 
 
 COME listen to me, you gallants so free. 
 All you that love mirth for to hear, 
 And I will you tell of a bold outlaw. 
 That lived in Nottinghamshire. 
 
 II 
 As Robin Hood in the forest stood, 
 
 All under the green-wood tree, 
 There was he ware of a brave young man, 
 
 As fine as fine might be. 
 
 Ill 
 The youngster was clothed in scarlet red, 
 
 In scarlet fine and gay, 
 And he did frisk it over the plain. 
 
 And chanted a roundelay. 
 
 IV 
 
 As Robin Hood next morning stood. 
 
 Amongst the leaves so gay. 
 There did he espy the same young man 
 
 Come drooping along the way. 
 616 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND ALAN- A DALE 
 
 The scarlet he wore the day before, 
 
 It was clean cast away ; 
 And every step he fetcht a sigh, 
 
 ' Alack and a well a day ! ' 
 
 VI 
 
 Then stepped forth brave Little John, 
 
 And Much the miller's son, 
 Which made the young man bend his bow. 
 
 When as he saw them come. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Stand off, stand off! ' the young man said, 
 ' What is your will with me ? ' — 
 
 ' You must come before our master straight. 
 Under yon green-wood tree.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 And when he came bold Robin before, 
 
 Robin askt him courteously, 
 ' O hast thou any money to spare. 
 
 For my merry men and me ? ' 
 
 IX 
 ' I have no money,' the young man said, 
 
 ' But five shillings and a ring ; 
 And that I have kept this seven long years. 
 
 To have it at my wedding. 
 
 X 
 
 ' Yesterday I should have married a maid. 
 
 But she is now from me tane. 
 And chosen to be an old knight's delight, 
 
 Whereby my poor heart is slain.' 
 
 X 3 6.7 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND ALAN A DALE 
 
 XI 
 
 ' What is tliy name ? ' then said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Come tell me, without any fail.' — 
 ' By the faith of my body,' then said the young man, 
 
 ' My name it is Alan a Dale.' 
 
 XII 
 
 ' What wilt thou give me,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' In ready gold or fee. 
 To help thee to thy true-love again. 
 
 And deliver her unto thee ? ' 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' I have no money,' then quoth the young man, 
 
 ' No ready gold nor fee, 
 But I will swear upon a book 
 
 Thy true servant for to be.' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' But how many miles to thy true-love ? 
 
 Come tell me without any guile.' — 
 ' By the faith of my body,' then said the young man, 
 
 ' It is but five little mile.' 
 
 XV 
 
 Then Robin he hasted over the plain. 
 
 He did neither stint nor lin, 
 Until lie came unto the church 
 
 Where Alan shoiild keep his wedding. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' What dost thou do here ? ' the Bishop he said, 
 
 ' I prithee now tell to me : ' 
 ' I am a bold harper,' quoth Robin Hood, 
 
 ' And the best in the north countiey.' 
 
 lin] stop. ■ 
 6iS 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND ALAN A DALE 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' O welcome, O welcome ! ' the Bishop he said, 
 ' That musick best pleaseth me.' — 
 
 ' You shall have no musick,* quoth Robin Hood, 
 ' Till the bride and the bridegroom I see.' 
 
 XVIII 
 
 With that came in a wealthy knight, 
 
 Which was both grave and old, 
 And after him a finikin lass. 
 
 Did shine like glistering gold. 
 
 XIX 
 ' This is no fit match,' quoth bold Robin Hood, 
 
 ' That you do seem to make here ; 
 For since we are come unto the church, 
 
 The bride she shall chuse her own dear.' 
 
 XX 
 Then Robin Hood put his horn to his mouth. 
 
 And blew blasts two or three ; 
 When four and twenty bowmen bold 
 
 Come leaping over the lee. 
 
 XXI 
 
 And when they came into the churchyard, 
 
 Marching all on a row, 
 The first man was Alan a Dale, 
 
 To give bold Robin his bow. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' This is thy true-love,' Robin he said, 
 
 ' Young Alan, as I hear say ; 
 And you shall be married at this same time, 
 
 Before we depart away.' 
 
 619 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND ALAN A DALE 
 
 XXIII 
 
 'That shall not be,' the Bishop he said, 
 ' For thy word it shall not stand ; 
 
 They shall be three times askt in the church, 
 As the law is of our land.' 
 
 Robin Hood pull'd off the Bishop's coat, 
 
 And put it upon Little John ; 
 ' By the faith of my body,' then Robin said, 
 
 ' This cloath doth make thee a man.' 
 
 XXV 
 
 When Little John went into the quire, 
 
 The people began for to laugh ; 
 He askt them seven times in the church, 
 
 Least three should not be enough. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' Who gives me this maid ? '• then said Little John ; 
 
 Quoth Robin, ' That do I ! 
 And he that doth take her from Alan a Dale 
 
 Full dearly he shall her buy.' 
 
 XXVII 
 
 And thus having ended this merry wedding, 
 The bride lookt as fresh as a queen, 
 
 And so they return'd to the merry green-wood, 
 Amongst the leaves so green. 
 
 63a 
 
122. T{obin Hood and the Widorc^s 
 Three Sons 
 
 THERE are twelve months in all the year, 
 As I hear many men say, 
 But the merriest month in all the year 
 Is the merry month of May. 
 
 Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone, 
 JVilh a link a dotvn and a day, 
 
 And there he met a silly old woman. 
 Was weeping on the way. 
 
 ' What news ? what news, thou silly old woman .■' 
 
 What news hast thou for me ? ' 
 Said she, 'There 's three squires in Nottingham town 
 
 To-day is condemn'd to die.' 
 
 IV 
 
 ' O have they parishes burnt ? ' he said, 
 
 ' Or have they ministers slain ? 
 Or have they robb'd any virgin, 
 
 Or other men's wives have ta'en ? ' — 
 
 ' They have no parishes burnt, good sir, 
 
 Nor yet have ministers slain. 
 Nor have they robbed any virgin. 
 
 Nor other men's wives have ta'en.' 
 
 621 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND WIDOW'S THREE SONS 
 
 ' what have they done ? ' said bold Robin Hood, 
 
 ' I pray thee tell to me.' — 
 ' It 's for slaying of the King's fallow deer, 
 
 Bearing their long bows with thee,' — 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Dost thou not mind, old woman,' he said, 
 ' Since thou made me sup and dine ? 
 
 By the truth of my body,' quoth bold Robin Hood, 
 ' You could tell it in no better time.' 
 
 Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone. 
 
 With a link a dotun and a day, 
 And there he met with a silly old palmer. 
 
 Was walking along the highway. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' What news ? what news, thou silly old man ? 
 
 What news, I do thee pray ? ' — 
 Said he, ' Three squires in Nottingham town 
 
 Are condemned to die this day.' — 
 
 X 
 
 ' Come change thy apparel with me, old man. 
 Come change thy apparel for mine ; 
 
 Here is forty shillings in good silver. 
 Go drink it in beer or wine.' — 
 
 XI 
 
 ' O thine apparel is good,' he said, 
 
 ' And mine is ragged and torn ; 
 Wherever you go, wherever you ride, 
 
 Laugh ne'er an old man to scorn.' — 
 623 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND WIDOW'S THREE SONS 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Come change thy apparel with me, old churl, 
 Come change thy apparel with mine ; 
 
 Here are twenty pieces of good broad gold. 
 Go feast thy brethren with wine.' 
 
 XIII 
 
 Then he put on the old man's hat. 
 
 It stood full high on the crown : 
 ' The first bold bargain that I come at, 
 
 It shall make thee come down.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 Then he put on the old man's cloak, 
 Was patch'd black, blue, and red ; 
 
 He thought no shame, all the day long, 
 To wear the bags of bread. 
 
 XV 
 
 Then he put on the old man's breaks. 
 Was patch'd from ballup to side ; 
 
 ' By the truth of my body,' bold Robin can say, 
 ' This man lov'd little pride ! ' 
 
 XVI 
 
 Then he put on the old man's hose, 
 Were patch'd from knee to wrist ; 
 
 ' By the truth of my body,' said bold Robin Hood, 
 ' I'd laugh if I had any list.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 Then he put on the old man's shoes, 
 Were patch'd both beneath and aboon ; 
 
 Then Robin Hood swore a solemn oath, 
 ' It 's good habit that makes a man ! ' 
 
 ballup] front, or flap. list] inclination, desire for it. 
 
 623 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND WIDOW'S THREE SONS 
 
 XVIII 
 
 Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone, 
 
 With a link a down and a down, 
 And there he met with the proud Sheriff, 
 
 Was walking along the town. 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' O save, O save, O Sheriff,' he said, 
 
 ' O save, and you may see ! 
 And what will you give to a silly old man 
 
 To-day will your hangman be ? ' 
 
 XX 
 
 ' Some suits, some suits,' the Sheriff he said, 
 
 ' Some suits I'll give to thee ; 
 Some suits, some suits, and pence thirteen 
 
 To-day's a hangman's fee.' 
 
 XXX 
 
 Then Robin he turns liim round about. 
 And jumps from stock to stone ; 
 
 ' By the truth of my body,' the Sheriff he said, 
 ' That 's well jumpt, thou nimble old man.' — 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' I was ne'er a hangman in all my life. 
 
 Nor yet intends to trade ; 
 But curst be he,' said bold Robin, 
 
 ' That first a hangman was made ! 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' I've a bag for meal, and a bag for malt. 
 And a bag for barley and corn ; 
 
 A bag for bread, and a bag for beef, 
 And a bag for my little small horn. 
 -624 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND WIDOW'S THREE SONS 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' I have a horn in my -pocket, 
 
 I got it from Robin Hood, 
 And still when I set it to my mouth, 
 
 For thee it blows little good.' — 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' O wind thy horn, thou proud fellow, 
 
 Of thee I have no doubt ; 
 I wish that thou give such a blast 
 
 Till both thy eyes fall out.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 The first loud blast that he did blow, 
 
 He blew both loud and shrill ; 
 A hundred and fifty of Robin Hood's men 
 
 Came riding over the hill. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 The next loud blast that he did give. 
 
 He blew both loud and amain ; 
 And quickly sixty of Robin Hood's men 
 
 Came shining over the plain. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' O who are yon,' the Sheriff he said, 
 
 ' Come tripping over the lee ? '• 
 ' They're my attendants,' brave Robin did say, 
 
 ' They'll pay a visit to thee.' 
 
 XXIX 
 
 They took the gallows from the slack, 
 
 They set it in the glen. 
 They hang'd the proud Sheriff on that. 
 
 And releas'd their own three men. 
 
 slack] hollow, dell. 
 
Z2J. ]{obin Hood's Golden Pn!^e 
 
 I 
 
 1HAVE heard talk of bold Robin Hood, 
 And of brave Little John, 
 Of Friar Tuck, and ^i'l Scarlet, 
 Locksley, and Maid Marion. 
 
 II 
 But such a tale as this before 
 
 1 think there was never none ; 
 For Robin Hood disguised himself, 
 
 And to the wood is gone. 
 
 Ill 
 Like to a friar bold Robin Hood 
 
 Was accouter'd in his array ; 
 With hood, gown, beads and crucifix. 
 
 He pass'd upon the way. 
 
 IV 
 
 He had not gone miles two or three. 
 
 But it was his chance to spy 
 Two lusty priests, clad all in black. 
 
 Come riding gallantly. 
 
 V 
 
 ' Benedicite,' then said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Some pity on me take ; 
 Cross you my hand with a silver groat. 
 
 For Our dear Ladye's sake ! 
 
 VI 
 
 ' For I have been wand'ring all this day. 
 
 And nothing could I get ; 
 Not so much as one poor cup oi drink, 
 Nor bit of bread to eat.' 
 636 
 
ROBIN HOOD'S GOLDEN PRIZE 
 
 VII 
 
 ' By my holydame,' the priests repli'd, 
 
 ' We never a penny have ; 
 For we this morning have been robb'd, 
 
 And could no money save.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' I am much afraid,' said bold Robin Hood, 
 
 ' That you both do tell a lye ; 
 And now before that you go hence, 
 
 I am resolv'd to try.' 
 
 IX 
 
 When as the priests heard him say so, 
 
 They rode away amain ; 
 But Robin betook him to his heels, 
 
 And soon overtook them again. 
 
 X 
 
 Then Robin Hood laid hold of them both, 
 And puU'd them down from their horse : 
 
 ' O spare us, friar ! ' the priests cry'd out, 
 ' On us have some remorse ! ' 
 
 XI 
 
 ' You said you had no money,' quoth he ; 
 
 ' Wherefore without delay 
 We three will fall down on our knees. 
 
 And for money we will pray.' 
 
 XII 
 
 The priests they could not him gainsay, 
 But down they kneel'd with speed ; 
 
 ' Send us, O send us,' then quoth they, 
 ' Some money to serve our need ! ' 
 
 6j7 
 
ROBIN HOOD'S GOLDEN PRIZE 
 
 xni 
 The priests did pray with mournful chear, 
 
 Sometimes their hands did wring, 
 Sometimes they wept and cried aloud, 
 
 Whilst Robin did merrily sing. 
 
 XIV 
 
 When they had pray'd an hour's space, 
 
 The priests did still lament ; 
 Then quoth bold Robin, ' Now let 's see 
 
 What money heaven hath us sent. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' We will be sharers all alike 
 
 Of the money that we have ; 
 And there is never a one of us 
 
 That his fellows shall deceive.' 
 
 The priests their hands in their pockets put, 
 
 But money would find none : 
 ' We'll search ourselves,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Each other, one by one.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 Then Robin took pains to search them both. 
 And he found good store of gold ; 
 
 Five hundred pieces presently 
 Upon the grass was told. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' Here 's a brave show,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Such store of gold to see ! 
 And you shall each one have a part, 
 'Cause you pray'd so heartily.' 
 618 
 
ROBIN HOOD'S GOLDEN PRIZE 
 
 XIX 
 
 He gave them fifty pound a-piece, 
 And the rest for himself did keep ; 
 
 The priests they durst not speak one word, 
 But they sighed wondrous deep. 
 
 XX 
 
 With that the priests rose up from their knees, 
 
 And thought to have parted so ; 
 ' Nay, stay,' said Robin Hood, ' one thing more 
 
 I have to say ere you go. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' You shall be sworn,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' Upon this holy grass. 
 That you will never tell lies again, 
 
 Which way soever you pass. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' The second oath that you here must take, 
 
 All the days of your lives 
 You never shall tempt maids to sin. 
 
 Nor covet other men's wives. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' The last oath you shall take, it is this. 
 
 Be charitable to the poor ; 
 Say you have met with a holy friar. 
 
 And I desire no more.' 
 
 He set them upon their horses again, 
 And away then they did ride ; 
 
 And he returned to the merry green-wood, 
 With great joy, mirth and pride. 
 
 629 
 
134- The Noble Fisherman 
 
 or Robin Hood's Preferment 
 
 I 
 
 IN summer time, when leaves grow green, 
 When they doe grow both green and long. 
 Of a bold outlaw call'd Robin Hood 
 It is of him I sing this song. 
 
 II 
 When the lilly leafe and the elephant 
 
 Doth bud and spring with a merry good cheere, 
 This outlaw was weary of the wood-side. 
 
 And chasing of the fallow deere. 
 
 Ill 
 ' The fisherman brave more mony have 
 
 Then any merchant, two or three ; 
 Therefore I will to Scarboro' goe, 
 
 That I a fisherman brave may be.' 
 
 IV 
 
 This outlaw call'd his merry men all, 
 As they sate under the green-wood tree : 
 
 ' If any of you have gold to spend, 
 I pray you heartily spend it with me. 
 
 V 
 
 ' Now,' quoth Robin, ' I'le to Scarboro' goe, 
 It seemes to be a very faire day ' — 
 
 He tooke up his inne at a widdow-woman's house, 
 Hard by upon the water gray : 
 
 elephant] a weed of the scabious order. 
 630 
 
THE NOBLE FISHERMAN 
 
 VI 
 
 Wlio asked of him, ' Where wen thou bom ? 
 
 Or tell to nie, where dost thou fare ? ' — 
 ' 1 am a poore fisherman,' saith he then, 
 
 ' This day intrapped all in care,' 
 
 VII 
 
 ' What is thy name, thou fine fellow ? 
 
 I pray thee heartily tell to me ' ; 
 ' In mine own country where I was born, 
 
 Men called me Simon over the Lee.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Simon, Simon,' said the good wife, 
 
 ' I wish thou niaist well brook thy name ' ; 
 The outlaw was ware of her courtesie, 
 
 And rejoyc'd he had got such a dame. 
 Ix 
 ' Simon, wilt thou be my man ? 
 
 And good round wages I'le give thee; 
 I have as good a ship of mine owne 
 
 As any sayle upon the sea. 
 X 
 
 ' Anchors and planks thou bhalt want none, 
 Masts and ropes that are so long '^ 
 
 ' And if that you thus furnish me,' 
 
 Said Simon, ' nothing shall goe wrong.' 
 
 XI 
 
 They pluckt up anchor, and away did sayle, 
 More of a day then two or three ; - 
 
 When others cast in their baited hooks, 
 The bare lines into the sea cast he. 
 
 brook] enjoy, or earn the name of Simon, as a fisherman. 
 
 63" 
 
THE NOBLE FISHERMAN 
 
 ' It will be long,' said the master then, 
 
 ' Ere this great lubber do thrive on the sea ; 
 
 I'le assure you he shall have no part of our fish, 
 For in truth he is of no part worthy.' 
 
 XlII 
 
 ' O woe is me,' said Simon then, 
 ' This day that ever I came here ! 
 
 I wish I were in Plomton Parke, 
 In chasing of the fallow deere. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' For evei-y clowne laughs me to scorne, 
 And they by me set nought at all j 
 
 If I had them in Plomton Park, 
 I would set as little by them all.' 
 
 XV 
 
 They pluckt up anchor, and away did sayle, 
 More of a day then two or three ; 
 
 But Simon spied a ship of warre, 
 
 That sayld towards them most valourouslie. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' O woe is me,' said the master then, 
 ' This day that ever I was borne ! 
 
 For all our fish we have got to-day 
 Is every bit lost and forlorne. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' For your French robbers on the sea. 
 They will not spare of us one man, - 
 
 But carry us to the coast of France, 
 And ligge us in the prison strong.' 
 
 forlorne] lost 
 63s 
 
THE NOBLE FISHERMAN 
 
 XVIK 
 
 But Simon said, ' Doe not feaie them, 
 Neither, master, take you no care ; 
 
 Give me my bent bow in my hand. 
 
 And never a Frenchman will I spare.' — 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Hold thy peace, thou long lubber, 
 
 For thou art nought but braggs and boast ; 
 
 If I should cast thee over-board, 
 
 There were nothing but a lubber lost.' 
 
 Simon grew angry at these words, 
 
 And so angry then was he 
 That he tooke his bent bow in his hand, 
 
 And to the ship-hatch goeth he. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Master, tye me to the mast,' saith he, 
 ' That at my mark I may stand fair. 
 
 And give me my bended bow in my hand. 
 And never a Frenchman will I spare.' 
 
 XXII 
 
 He drew his arrow to the very head, 
 And drew it with all might and maine. 
 
 And straightway, in the twinkling of an eye. 
 To the Frenchman's heart the arrow did gain. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 The Frenchman fell downe on the ship-hatch. 
 And under the hatches down below ; 
 
 Another Frenchman that him espy'd 
 The dead corps into the sea doth throw. 
 
 633 
 
THE NOBLE FISHERMAN 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' O master, loose me from the mast, 
 And for them all take you no care; 
 
 And give me my bent bow in my hand, 
 And never a Frenchman will I spare ! ' 
 
 Then straight they did board the Frenchman's ship, 
 They lying all dead in their sight ; 
 
 They found within the ship of warre 
 Twelve thousand pound of money bright. 
 
 ' One halfe of the ship,' said Simon then, 
 ' rie give to my dame and children small ; 
 
 The other halfe of the ship I'le bestow 
 On you that are my fellowes all.' 
 
 XXVII 
 
 But now bespake the master then, 
 ' For so, Simon, it shall not be ; 
 
 For you have won her with your own hand, 
 And the owner of it you shall bee.' — 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' It shall be so, as you have said ; 
 
 And, with this gold, for the opprest 
 An habitation I will build. 
 
 Where they shall live in peace and rest.' 
 
 6j4 
 
12^. The Death of J^pbin Hood 
 
 WHEN Robin Hood and Little John 
 Doiun a-dotvn, a-doiun, a-doivn 
 Went o'er yon bank of broom, 
 Said Robin Hood bold to Little John, 
 ' We have shot for many a pound 
 Hey, down a-doivn, a-down I 
 
 u 
 ' But 1 am not able to shoot one shot more, 
 
 My broad arrows will not flee ; 
 But I have a cousin lives down below, 
 
 Please God, she will bleed me. 
 
 ' I will never eat nor drink,' he said, 
 ' Nor meat will do me good, 
 
 Till I have been to merry Kirkleys 
 My veins for to let blood. 
 
 ' The dame prior is my aunt's daughter, 
 
 And nigh unto my kin ; 
 1 know she wo'ld me no harm this day. 
 
 For all the world to win.' 
 
 ' That I rede not,' said Little John, 
 
 ' Master, by th'assent of me. 
 Without half a hundred of your best bowmen 
 
 You take to go with yee,' — 
 
 rede] advise. 
 
 635 
 
THE DEATH OF ROBIN HOOD 
 
 VI 
 
 ' An thou be afear'd, thou Little John, 
 
 At home I rede thee be.' — 
 ' An you be wroth, my deare master 
 
 You shall never hear more of me.' 
 vir 
 Now Robin is gone to merry Kirkleys 
 
 And knocked ujion the pin : 
 Up then rose Dame Prioress 
 
 And let good Robin in. 
 
 VIII 
 
 Then Robin gave to Dame Prioress 
 
 Twenty pound in gold, 
 And bade her spend while that did last, 
 
 She sho'ld have more when she wo'ld. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Will you please to sit down, cousin Robin, 
 And drink some beer with me ? ' — 
 
 ' No, I will neither eat nor drink 
 Till I am blooded by thee.' 
 
 X 
 
 Down then came Dame Prioress 
 
 Down she came in that ilk, 
 With a pair of blood-irons in her hands, 
 
 Were wrapped all in silk. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Set a chafing-dish to the fire,' she said, 
 
 ' And strip thou up thy sleeve.' 
 — I hold him but an unwise man 
 
 That will no warning 'leeve ! 
 
 in that ilk] in that same (moment), then and there. 'leeve] 
 believe. 
 
 636 
 
THE DEATH OF ROBIN HOOD 
 
 XII 
 
 She laid the blood-irons to Robin's vein, 
 
 Alack, the more pitye ! 
 And pierc'd the vein, and let out the blood 
 
 That full red was to see. 
 
 XIII 
 
 And first it bled the thick, thick blood, 
 
 And afterwards the thin, 
 And well then wist good Robin Hood 
 
 Treason there was within. 
 
 XIV 
 
 And there she blooded bold Robin Hood 
 While one drop of blood wou'd run ; 
 
 There did he bleed the live-long day, 
 Until the next at noon. 
 
 XV 
 
 He bethought him then of a casement there. 
 
 Being locked up in the room ; 
 But was so weak he could not leap. 
 
 He could not get him down. 
 
 XVI 
 
 He bethought him then of his bugle-horn. 
 That hung low down to his knee ; 
 
 He set his horn unto his mouth, 
 And blew out weak blasts three. 
 
 XVII 
 
 Then L.ittle John he heard the horn 
 
 Where he sat under a tree : 
 ' I fear my master is now near dead, 
 
 He blows so wearilye.' 
 
 637 
 
THE DEATH OF ROBIN HOOD 
 
 XVIII 
 
 Little John is gone to merry Kirkleys, 
 
 As fast as he can dree ; 
 And when he came to merry Kirkleys, 
 
 He broke locks two or three : 
 
 XIX 
 
 Until he came bold Robin to see, 
 
 Then he fell on his knee ; 
 'A boon, a boon ! ' cries .Little John, 
 
 ' Master, I beg of thee 1 ' 
 
 ' What is that boon,' said Robin Hood, 
 ' Little John, thou begs of me ? ' — 
 
 ' It is to burn fair Kirkleys-hall, 
 And all their nunnerye.' 
 
 ' Now nay, now nay,' quoth Robin Hood, 
 ' That boon I'll not grant thee ; 
 
 I never hurt woman in all my life. 
 Nor men in their company. 
 
 ' I never hurt maid in all my time. 
 Nor at mine end shall it be ; 
 
 But give me my bent bow in my hand. 
 And a broad arrow I'll let flee ; 
 
 And where this arrow is taken up 
 There shall my grave digg'd be. 
 638 
 
THE DEATH OF ROBIN HOOD 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' But Iny me a green sod under my head, 
 
 And another at my feet ; 
 And lay my bent bow at my side, 
 
 Which was my music sweet ; 
 And make my grave of gravel and green. 
 
 Which is most right and meet. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' Let me have length and breadth enough, 
 
 And under my head a sod ; 
 That they may say when I am dead, 
 
 — Here lies bold Robin Hood ! ' 
 
 BOOK VI 
 
BOOK VI 
 
 126. Durham Field 
 
 I 
 
 10RDINGS, listen, and hold you still ; 
 jHearken to me a spell ; 
 I shall you tell of the fairest battell 
 That ever in England befell. 
 
 II 
 It befell In Edward the Third's dayes, 
 
 When in England he ware the crowne, 
 That all the chief chivalry of England 
 
 They busked and made them bowne. 
 
 Ill 
 They have chosen all the best archers 
 
 That in England might be found, 
 And all was to fight with the King of France, 
 
 Within a litle stounde 
 
 IV 
 
 And when our King was over the water, 
 
 And on the salt sea gone, 
 Then tydings into Scotland came 
 
 That all England was gone. 
 
 V 
 
 Bowes and arrowes they all were forth ; 
 
 At home was not left a man 
 But shepards and millers both, 
 
 And preists with shaven crownes. 
 
 busked] dressed. bowne] ready. stounde] time. 
 640 
 
DURHAM FIELD 
 
 VI 
 
 Then the King of Scotts in a study stood, 
 
 As he was a man of great might ; 
 He sware he would hold his parlament in leeve London, 
 
 If he cold ryde there right. 
 
 VII 
 
 Then bespake a Squire, of Scottland borne, 
 
 And sayd, ' My leege, ha' peace, 
 Before you come to leeve London, 
 
 Full sore you'le rue that race. 
 
 VIII 
 
 'Ther beene bold yeomen in merry England, 
 
 Husbandmen stiffe and strong ; 
 Sharpe swords they done weare, 
 
 Bearen bowes and arrowes longe.' 
 
 IX 
 
 The King was angrye at that word ; 
 
 A long sword out he drew. 
 And there before his royall companye 
 
 His own^ Squire hee slew. 
 
 X 
 
 Hard hansell had the Scottes that day. 
 
 That wrought them woe enoughe, 
 For a Scott then durst not speake a word 
 
 Ffor hanging att a boughe. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' The Earle of Anguish, where art thou ? 
 
 In my coate-armour thou shalt bee, 
 And thou shalt lead the forward 
 
 Thorow the English countrye. 
 
 leeve] dear, pleasant. hansell] foretaste. Anguish] Angus. 
 1225 Y 641 
 
DURHAM FIELD 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Take thee Yorke,' then sayd the King, 
 
 ' In stead wheras it doth stand ; 
 I'le make thy eldest sonne after thee 
 
 Heyre of all Northumberland. 
 
 xni 
 ' The Earle of Buchan, where be yee ? 
 
 In my coate-armour thou shalt bee ; 
 The high Peak and all Darbyshire 
 
 I give it thee to thy fee.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 The famous Douglas then came in, 
 Saies, ' What shall my meede bee ? 
 
 And I will lead the vanward, lord, 
 Thorow the English countrye.' 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Take thee Worster,' sayd the King, 
 
 ' Tuxburye, Killingworth, Burton on Trent ; 
 
 Doe thou not say another day 
 But I gave thee lands and rent. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Sir Richard of Edenbonow, where are yee? 
 
 A wise man in this warr ! 
 I'le give thee Bristow and the shire 
 
 The time that wee come there. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' Thou, my lord Nevill, where art thou ? 
 
 Thou must in this warres bee ; 
 I'le give thee Shrewsburye,' saies the King, 
 
 ' And Coventrye faire and free. 
 643 
 
DURHAM FIELD 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' My lord of Hambleton, where art thou ? 
 
 Thou art of my kin full nyc ; 
 rie give thee Lincolne and Lincolneshire, 
 
 And that's enoughe for thee.' 
 
 XIX 
 
 By then came in William Douglas, 
 
 As breeme as any bore ; 
 He kneeled him downe upon his knees, 
 
 In his heart he sighed sore. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' I have served you, my lovelye liege, 
 
 This thirty winters and four. 
 And in the Scottish Marches 
 
 Have beene wounded and beaten sore. 
 
 ' For all the good service that I have done, 
 
 What now shall my meed bee ? 
 And I will lead the vanward 
 
 Thorow the English countrye.' 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' Now aske on, Douglas,' said the King, 
 
 ' And granted it shall bee.'' — 
 ' Why then, I aske litle London,' sales Douglas, 
 
 ' Gotten gif that it bee.' 
 
 XXIII 
 
 The King was wroth, and rose away, 
 
 Sales, ' Nay, that cannot bee ! 
 For that I will keepe for my cheefe chamber, 
 
 Gotten gif that it bee. 
 
 Hambleton] Hamilton. breeme] fierce. 
 
 643 
 
DURHAM FIELD 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' But take thee North Wales and Weschester, 
 
 The countrye all round about, 
 And rewarded thou shalt bee, 
 
 Of that take thou noe doubt.' 
 
 XXV 
 
 Five score knights he made on a day. 
 And dubb'd them with his hands ; 
 
 Rewarded them right worthilye 
 
 With the townes in merry England. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 And when the fresh knights they were made, 
 To battell they buske them bowne ; 
 
 James Douglas he went before. 
 
 And he thought to have wonnen him shoone. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 But they were mett in a morning of May 
 With the comminaltye of litle England ; 
 
 But there scaped never a man away. 
 Through the might of Christes hand. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 But all onely Jam^s Douglas ; 
 
 In Durham in the ffeild 
 An arrow stroke him in the thye ; 
 
 Fast flinges he towards the King. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 The King looked toward litle Durham, 
 
 Saies, ' All things is not weel ! 
 For James Douglas beares an arrow in his thye. 
 
 The head of it is of Steele. 
 
 -biiske] addressed. bowne] ready. 
 
 644 
 
DURHAM FIELD 
 
 XXX 
 
 How now, James ? ' then said the King^ . 
 
 ' How now, how may this bee ? 
 And where beene all thy merrymen 
 
 That thou tooke hence with thee i ' 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ■ ' But cease, my King,' saies James Douglas, 
 
 ' Alive is not left a man ! ' 
 ' Now by my faith,' saies the King of Scotts, 
 ' That gate was evil gone. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' But I'le revenge thy quarrell well, 
 
 And of that thou may be fain ; 
 For one Scott will beate five Englishmen, 
 
 If they meeten them on the plaine.' 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' Now hold your tongue,' saies James Douglas, 
 
 ' For in faith that is not soe ; 
 For one English man is worth five Scotts, 
 
 When they meeten together thoe. 
 xxxrv 
 ' For they are as eager men to fight 
 
 As a faulcon upon a prey ; 
 Alas ! if ever they winne the vanward, 
 
 There scapes noe man away.' 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' O peace thy talking,' said the King, 
 
 ' They bee but English knaves. 
 But shepards and millers both. 
 
 And priestes with their staves.' 
 
 thoe] those. 
 
 64s 
 
DURHAM FIELD 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 The King sent forth one of his heralds of armes 
 
 To vew the Englishmen : 
 ' Be of good cheere,' the herald said, 
 
 ' For against one we be ten.' 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' Who leads those lads ? ' said the King of Scotts, 
 
 ' Thou herald, tell thou mee : ' 
 The herald said, ' The Bishop of Durham 
 
 Is captaine of that companye. 
 
 xxxvni 
 ' For the Bishop hath spred the King's banner. 
 
 And to battell he buskes him bowne ' ; 
 ' I sweare by St Andrewes bones,' saies the King, 
 
 ' I'le rapp that priest on the crowne ! ' 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 The King look'd towards litle Durham, 
 
 And that hee well beheld, 
 That the Earle Percy was well arm'd. 
 
 With his battell-axe entred the feild. 
 
 XL 
 
 The King look'd again towards litle Durham, 
 
 Four ancyents there saw he ; 
 There were two standards, six in a valley, 
 
 He cold not see them with his eye. 
 
 XLI 
 
 My Lord of Yorke was one of them, 
 My Lord of Carlile was the other, 
 
 And my Lord Fitzwilliams, 
 
 The Bishop came with the other. 
 ancyents] ensigns. 
 
DURHAM FIELD 
 
 XLII 
 
 The Bishop of Durham commanded his men, 
 
 And shortlye he them bade, 
 That never a man shold goe to fight 
 
 Till he had served his God. 
 
 XLIII 
 
 Five hundred priests said mass that day 
 
 In Durham in the field, 
 And afterwards, as I hard say. 
 
 They bare both spear and shield. 
 
 XLIV 
 
 The Bishop orders himselfe to fight. 
 
 With his battell-axe in his hand ; 
 He said, ' This day now I will fight 
 
 As long as I can stand ! ' 
 
 XLV 
 
 'And soe will I,' sayd my Lord of Carlile, 
 
 ' In this faire morning gay ' ; 
 'And soe will I,' said my Lord Fitzwilliams, 
 
 ' For Mary, that mild may.' 
 
 XLVI 
 
 Our English archers bent their bowes 
 
 Shortly and anon ; 
 They shot over the Scottish oast 
 
 And scantly toucht a man. 
 
 XLVir 
 ' Hold downe your hands,' sayd the Bishop of Durham, 
 
 ' My archers good and true ' ! 
 The second shoote that they shott, 
 
 Full sore the Scots it rue. 
 
 may] maiden. 
 
 647 
 
DURHAM- FIELD 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 The Bishop of Durham spoke on hie, 
 
 That both partyes might heare : 
 ' Be of good cheere, my merrymen all, 
 
 They fly en and changen their cheere ! ' 
 
 XLIX 
 
 But as they saidden, see they didden, 
 
 They fell on heapes hie ; 
 Our Englishmen laid on with their bowes, 
 
 As fast as they might drie. 
 
 L 
 The King of Scotts in a study stood 
 
 Amongst his companye ; 
 An arrow stoke him thoro' the nose, 
 
 And thoro' his armorye. 
 
 LI 
 
 The King went to a marsh-side 
 
 And light beside his steede ; 
 He leaned him downe on his swordhilts. 
 
 To let his nos^ bleede. 
 
 LII 
 
 There foUow'd him a yeaman of merry England, 
 His name was John of Coplande : 
 
 ' Yeeld thee, traytor ! ' saies Coplande then, 
 ' Thy life lies in my hand.' 
 
 LIII 
 
 ' How shold 1 yeeld me,' sayes the King, 
 ' And thou art noe gentleman ? ' — 
 
 ' Noe, by my troth,' sayes Copland there, 
 ' I am but a poore yeaman. 
 648 
 
DURHAM FIELD 
 
 LIV 
 
 ' What art thou better then I, Sir King ? 
 
 Tell me if that thou can ! 
 What art thou better then I, Sir King, 
 
 Now we be but man to man ? ' 
 
 The King smote angerly at Copland, 
 
 Angerly in that stonde ; 
 Then Copland was a bold yeaman, 
 
 And bore the King to the ground. 
 
 tvi 
 He sett the King on a palfrey, 
 
 Himselfe upon a steede ; 
 He tooke him by the bridle-rayne, 
 
 Towards London he can him lead. 
 
 LVII 
 
 And when to London that he came. 
 
 The King from Ffrance was come home, 
 
 And there unto the King of Scotts 
 He sayd these words anon. — 
 
 LVIU 
 
 ' How like you my shepards and ray millers ? 
 
 My priests with shaven crownes ? ' — 
 ' By my fayth, they are the sorest fighters 
 
 That ever I mett on the ground. 
 
 ' There was never a yeaman in merry England 
 But was worth a Scottish knight.' — 
 
 ' Ay, by my troth,' said King Edward, and laughe, 
 ' For you fought all against the right.' 
 
 Y 3 ('49 
 
DURHAM FIELD 
 
 But now the prince of merry England, 
 Worthilye under his sheelde, 
 
 Hath taken captive the King of France, 
 At Poytiers in the field. 
 
 LXI 
 
 The prince did present his father 
 With the lovely King of France, 
 
 And forward of his journey he is gone : 
 God send us all good chance ! 
 
 Sayd the King of Scots to the King of France, 
 
 ' Well met, brother, too soone ! 
 Christ leeve that I had taken my way 
 
 Unto the court of Roome ! ' 
 
 ' And soe wold I,' said the King of France, 
 
 ' When I came over the streame, 
 That 1 had taken my journey 
 
 Unto Jerusalem ! ' 
 
 LXIV 
 
 Thus ends the battel! of fair Durham. 
 
 In one morning of May ; 
 The battells of Cressey and of Poytiers, 
 
 All within one raonthes day. 
 
 LXV 
 
 Then was wealthe and welfare in merry England, 
 
 Solaces, game, and glee. 
 And every man loved other well. 
 
 And the King loved good yeomanrye. 
 650 
 
DURHAM FIELD 
 
 LXVI 
 
 But God that made the grasse to growe, 
 And leaves on greenwoode tree, 
 
 Now save and keepe our noble King, 
 And maintaine good yeomanrye ! 
 
 127, The Battle of Otterburn 
 
 I 
 
 IT fell about the Lammas tide 
 When husbands win their hay, 
 The doughty Douglas bound him to ride 
 In England to take a prey. 
 
 II 
 He has chosen the Graemes, and the Lindsays light, 
 
 And the gallant Gordons gay ; 
 And the Earl of Fyfq withouten strife, 
 
 He's bound him over Solvi'ay. 
 
 Ill 
 They come in over Ottercap Hill, 
 
 So down by Rodeley Cragge ; 
 Upon Green Ley ton they lighted down . 
 
 Styrande many a stagge. 
 
 w 
 And they have brent the dales of Tyne, 
 
 And harryed Bamborowe shire, 
 And the Otter Dale they have brent it hale 
 
 And left it a' on fire. 
 
 husbands] husbandmen. Styrande] stirring, rousing, 
 
 brent] burned. hale] whole. 
 
 651 
 
THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 
 
 Then spake a berne upon the bent, 
 
 Of comfort that was not cold, 
 And said, ' We have brent Northumberland, 
 
 We have all wealth in hold. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Now we have harryed all Bamborowe shire. 
 All the wealth in the world have we : 
 
 I rede we ryde to Newcastell 
 So still and stalworthlye.' 
 
 Til 
 Upon the morrow, when it was day, 
 
 The standards shone full bright ; 
 To Newcastell they took the way. 
 
 And thither they came full right. 
 
 vm 
 To Newcastell when that they came, 
 
 The Douglas cry'd on hyght : 
 ' Harry Percy, an thou bidest within, 
 
 Come to the field, and fight! — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' For we have brent Northumberland, 
 
 Thy herytage good and right ; 
 And syne my lodging I have ta'en, 
 
 With my brand dubb'd many a knight.' 
 
 X 
 
 Sir Harry Percy came to the walls 
 
 The Scottish host for to see, 
 Sayd, ' An thou hast brent Northumberland, 
 
 Full sore it rueth me. 
 
 berne] fighting-man. lient] coarse grass. rede] coiiiiscl 
 652 
 
THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 
 
 XI 
 
 If thou hast haryed all Bamborowe shire, 
 
 Thou hast done me great envye ; 
 For this trespasse thou hast me done 
 
 The tone of us shall die.' 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Where shall I bide thee ? ' sayd the Douglas, 
 ' Or where wilt thou come to me ? ' — 
 
 ' But gae ye up to Otterbourne, 
 And wait there dayes three. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' The roe full rekeles there she rins, 
 
 To make the game and glee ; 
 The falcon and the phesant both, 
 
 To fend thy men and thee. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' There may'st thou have thy wealth at will. 
 Well lodg'd thou there may'st be : 
 
 It shall not be long ere I come thee till,' 
 Sayd Sir Harry Percy. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' There shall I bide thee,' sayd the Douglas, 
 
 ' By the faith of my bodye.' — 
 ' There shall I come,' said Sir Harry Percy, 
 
 ' My troth I plight to thee.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 A pipe of wine over the wall, 
 
 He gave them [to their pay]. 
 There he made the Douglas drinke, 
 
 And all his host that day. 
 
 tone] one of two. rekeles] reckless, wild, fend] provide for. 
 till] to. pay] satisfaction. 
 
 653 
 
THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 
 
 XVII 
 
 The Douglas turn'd him homeward again, 
 
 [And rode withouten stay] ; 
 He pyght his standard at Otterbourne 
 
 Upon a Wedensday. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 And syne he warned his men to go 
 
 To choose their geldings grass ; 
 [And he that had no man to send] 
 
 His own servant he was. 
 
 XIX 
 
 A Scottish knight hoved on the bent 
 
 At watch, I dare well say, 
 So was he ware of the noble Percy 
 
 In the dawning of the day. 
 
 XX 
 
 He pryck'd to his pavilion door 
 
 As fast as he might run : 
 ' Awaken, Douglas ! ' cried the knight, 
 
 ' For his sake that sits in throne ! 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Awaken, Douglas ! ' cried the knight, 
 ' For thou mayst wake with wynne ! 
 
 Yonder have I spied the proud Percy, 
 And seven standards with him.' 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' Now by my troth,' the Douglas sayd, 
 
 ' It is but a fayned tale ! 
 He durst not look on my broad banner 
 
 [Were all England in] hail ! 
 
 pyght] pitched. hoved] abode. bent] grass. pavilion] 
 tent. Wynne] joy. fayned] feigned. 
 
 •554 
 
THh; TiATTLE OF OTTEK13URN 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' Was I not yesterday at Newcastell 
 
 That stands so fair on Tyne ? 
 For all the men the Percy had 
 
 He could not gar me to dine.' 
 
 XXIV 
 
 He stepp'd out at his pavilion-door 
 
 To look an it were lease : 
 ' Array you, lordings, one and all ! 
 
 For here begins no peace. 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' The Earl of Menteith, thou art my eme, 
 
 The vaward I give to thee : 
 The Earl of Huntley, cante and keen. 
 
 Take him to go with thee. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' The Lord of Buchan, in armure bright, 
 
 On the other side he shall be ; 
 Lord Johnstone and Lord Maxwell 
 
 They two shall go with me. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' Swynton, fair fall upon your pride ! 
 
 To battle make you bowne. — 
 Sir Davy Scott, Sir Walter Steward, 
 
 Sir John of Agerstone ! ' 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 The Percy came before his host. 
 
 He was ever a gentil knight : 
 Upon the Douglas loud can he cry 
 
 ' I will hold that I have hyght.' 
 
 gar me to dine] give me my fill, entertain me (at fighting), 
 lease] leasing, falsehood. eme] uncle. vaward] vanguard, 
 
 cante] spirited. bowne] ready. that I have hyght] what 
 
 [ have promised. 
 
 6s.5 
 
THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' For thou hast brent Northumberland, 
 
 And done me great envye, 
 For this trespasse thou hast me done 
 
 The tone of us shall die.' 
 
 XXX 
 
 The Douglas answer'd him again 
 
 With great words upon hie, 
 And sayd, ' I have twenty against thy one : 
 
 Behold, and thou mayst see ! ' 
 xxxi 
 With that the Percy was grieved sore. 
 
 Forsooth as I you say : 
 He lighted down upon his foot 
 
 And schoote his horse away. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 Every man saw that he did so, 
 That ryal was ever in rowghte : 
 
 Every man schoote his horse him fro 
 And lighted him round about. 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 Sir Harry Percy took the field 
 
 Even thus, as I you say ; 
 Jesus Christe in hevyn on height 
 
 Did help him well that day. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 But nine thousand, there was no more — 
 The chronicle will not layne — 
 
 Forty thousand of Scots and four 
 That day fought them again. 
 
 schoote] thrust, sent quickly, ryal in rowghte] royal in rout, 
 a king amongst men. layne] conceal. them again] against 
 them. 
 
 656 
 
THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 
 
 XXXV 
 But when the battel began to join, 
 
 In haste there came a knight ; 
 And letters fair forth hath he ta'en, 
 
 And thus he sayd full right : 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 ' My lord your father greets you well, 
 
 With many a noble knight ; 
 He doth desire you now to bide, 
 
 That he may see this fight. 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' The Baron of Graystoke is out of the west 
 
 With a noble companye : 
 All they lodge at your father's this night, 
 
 And the battel fayn would they see.' 
 
 xxxviir 
 ' For Jesus' love,' sayd Sir Harry Percy, 
 
 ' That died for you and me, 
 Wend to my lord my father agayn. 
 
 Say thou saw me not with thee. 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 ' My troth is plight to yon Scottish knight, 
 — It nede's me not to layne — 
 
 That 1 should bide him upon this bent. 
 And I have his troth agayn. 
 
 XL 
 
 ' And if that I wend off this growende. 
 
 Forsooth, unfoughten away, 
 He would call me but a coward knight 
 
 In his land another day. 
 
 growende] ground. 
 
 657 
 
THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 
 
 XLI 
 
 ' Yet had I liefer be rynde and rent, 
 — By Mary, that raickle may ! — 
 
 Than ever my manhood be reproved 
 With a Scot another day. 
 
 XLII 
 
 ' Wherefore shoot, archers, for my sake ! 
 
 And let sharp arrows flee. 
 Minstrels, play up for your waryson ! 
 
 And well quit it shall be. 
 
 XLIII 
 
 ' Every man thynke on his true-love, 
 
 And mark him to the Trinitye : 
 For unto God I make mine avowe 
 
 This day will I not flee.' 
 xLrv 
 The blodye herte in the Douglas arms 
 
 His standard stood on hie, 
 That every man might full wel knowe ; 
 
 Bysyde stood starres three. 
 
 XLV 
 
 The white lyon on the English part, 
 
 Forsooth as I you sayn, 
 The lucettes and the cressants both 
 
 The Scot fought them again. 
 
 XLVI 
 
 Upon Seynt Andrewe loud can they crye, 
 And thrice they showt on hyght. 
 
 Syne mark'd them on our English men, 
 As I have told you right. 
 
 rynde] riven, or flayed. mickle may] mighty maid, 
 
 waryson] reward. lucettes] luces, pikes (heraldic). 
 
 658 
 
THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 
 
 XLVII 
 
 Seynt George the bryght, Our Ladye's knyght, 
 
 To name they were full fayne ; 
 Our English men they cry'd on hyght, 
 
 And thrice they shot agayne. 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 With that sharp arrows began to flee, 
 
 I tell you in certayne : 
 Men of arms began to joyne, 
 
 Many a doughty man was slayne. 
 
 XLIX 
 
 The Percy and the Douglas met 
 
 That either of other was fayne ; 
 They swapp'd together while they swet 
 
 With swords of fyne CoUayne : 
 
 L 
 
 Until the blood from their bassonets ran 
 
 As the roke doth in the rayne ; 
 ' Yield thou to me,' sayd the Douglas, 
 
 ' Or elles thou shah be slayne. 
 
 LI 
 
 ' For I see by thy bryght bassonet 
 
 Thou art some man of myght : 
 And so I do by thy burnysh'd brand, 
 
 Thou'rt an earl or elles a knyght.' 
 
 LII 
 
 ' By my good faith,' said the noble Percye, 
 
 ' Now hast thou rede full ryght ; 
 Yet will I never yield me to thee, 
 
 While 1 may stand and fyght.' 
 
 swapp'd] smote. swet] sweated. Collayne] 
 
 Cologne steel. bassonets] steel skull-caps. roke] reek, 
 
 mist. 
 
 659 
 
THE BATTLE OF OTTEllBURN 
 
 They swapp'd together, while that they swet, 
 
 With swordes sharp and long ; 
 Each on other so fast they bette, 
 
 Their helms came in pieces down. 
 
 LIV 
 
 The Percy was a man of strength, 
 
 I tell you in this stoimde : 
 He smote the Douglas at the sword's length 
 
 That he fell to the grounde. 
 
 LV 
 
 The Douglas call'd to his little foot-page, 
 
 And sayd, ' Run speedilye, 
 And fetch my ain dear sister's son, 
 
 Sir Hugh Montgomery. 
 
 LVI 
 
 * My nephew good,' the Douglas sayd, 
 
 ' What recks the death of ane ? 
 ' Last night I dream'd a dreary dream, 
 
 And I ken the day 's thy ain. 
 
 Lvn 
 ' My wound is deep : I am fayn to sleep, 
 
 Take thou the vaward of me, 
 And hide me by the bracken bush 
 
 Grows on yon lilye-lee.' 
 
 LVIII 
 
 He has lifted up that noble lord 
 
 With the saut tears in his e'e ; 
 He has hidden him in the bracken bush 
 
 That his merry men might not see. 
 
 bette] beat. stounde] time. 
 
 66a 
 
THE BATTLE OF qTTERBURN 
 
 LIX 
 
 The standards stood still on eke side ; 
 
 With many a grievous groan 
 They fought that day, and all the night ; 
 
 Many a doughtye man was slone. 
 
 LX 
 
 The morn was clear, the day drew nie, 
 — Yet stiffly in stowre they stood ; 
 
 Echone hewing another while they might dric, 
 Till aye ran down the blood. 
 
 LXI 
 
 The Percy and Montgomery met 
 
 That either of other was faj'n : 
 They swapped swords, and they two met 
 
 Till the blood ran down between. 
 
 LXII 
 
 ' Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy,' he said, 
 
 ' Or 1 vow I'le lay thee low ! ' 
 ' To whom shall I yield ? ' said Earl Percy, 
 
 ' Now I see it maun be so.' — 
 
 LXIII 
 
 ' Thou shalt not yield to lord nor loun, 
 
 Nor yet shalt thou to me ; 
 But yield thee to the bracken bush 
 
 Grows on yon lilye-lee.' — 
 
 LXIV 
 
 ' I winna yield to a bracken bush, 
 
 Nor yet I will to a brere ; 
 But I would yield to Earl Douglas, 
 
 Or Montgomery if he was here.' 
 
 stowre] press of battle. brere] briar. 
 
 661 
 
THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 
 
 LXV 
 
 As soon as he knew Montgomery, 
 He stuck his sword's point in ground ; 
 
 The Montgomery was a courteous knight, 
 And quickly took him by the hand. 
 
 LXVI 
 
 There was slayne upon the Scottes' side, 
 
 For sooth and certaynlye, 
 Sir James a Douglas there was slayne, 
 
 That day that he cou'd dye. 
 
 LXVII 
 
 The Earl of Menteith he was slayne. 
 And gryselye groan'd on the groun' ; 
 
 Sii Davy Scott, Sir Walter Steward, 
 Sir John of Agerstone. 
 
 LXVUI 
 
 Sir Charles Murray in that place 
 
 That never a foot would flee ; 
 Sir Hew Maxwell, a lord he was, 
 
 With the Douglas did he dee. 
 
 LXIX 
 
 There was slayne upon the Scottes' side 
 
 For sooth as I you say, 
 Of four and fifty thousand Scottes 
 
 Went but eighteen away, 
 
 LXX 
 
 There was slayne upon the English side 
 
 For sooth and certaynlye, 
 A gentle Knight, Sir John Fitzhughe, 
 
 It was the more pitye. 
 
 gryselye] in a grisly manner, terribly. 
 663 
 
THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 
 
 LXXI 
 
 Sir James Hardbotell there was slayne, 
 For him their heartes were sore ; 
 
 The gentle Lovell there was slayne, 
 That the Percy's standard bore. 
 
 LXXII 
 
 There was slayne upon the English part 
 
 For sooth as I you say, 
 Of nine thousand English men 
 
 Five hundred came away. 
 
 Lxxm 
 The others slayne were in the field ; 
 
 Christ keep their souls from woe ! 
 Seeing there was so fewe friends 
 
 Against so many a foe. 
 
 LXXIV 
 
 Then on the morn they made them bieres 
 
 Of birch and hazell gray : 
 Many a widow with weeping teares 
 
 Their makes they fette away. 
 
 LXXV 
 
 This fray was fought at Otterbourne, 
 Between the night and the day ; 
 
 Earl Douglas was buried at the bracken bush, 
 And the Percy led captive away. 
 
 LXXVI 
 
 Now let us all for the Percy pray 
 
 To Jesu most of might, 
 To bring his soul to the bliss of heaven. 
 
 For he was a gentle knight. 
 
 makes] mates. fette] fetched. 
 
 663 
 
128. Chevy Chase 
 
 Fytte I 
 I 
 "T^HE Percy out of Northumberland, 
 •'- An avow to God made he 
 That he would hunt in the mountains 
 
 Of Cheviot within days three, 
 
 In the maugre of doughty Douglas, 
 
 And all that e'er with him be. 
 
 II 
 The fattest harts in all Cheviot 
 
 He would kill and carry away. — 
 ' By my faith,' said the doughty Douglas again, 
 
 ' I will let that hunting if I may ! ' 
 
 III 
 Then the Percy out of Banborowe came. 
 
 With him a mighty meinye, 
 With fifteen hundred archers bold 
 
 Chosen out of shires three. 
 
 IV 
 
 This began on a Monday at mom, 
 
 In Cheviot the hills so hye ; 
 The child may rue that is unborn. 
 
 It was the more pitye. 
 
 V 
 
 The drivers through the woodes went 
 
 [All] for to raise the deer, 
 Bowmen bicker'd upon the bent 
 
 With their broad arrows clear. 
 
 maugre] despite. let] hinder. meinye] company 
 
 bicker'd] attacked, skirmished. bent] rough grass. 
 
 664 
 
CHEVY CHASE 
 
 VI 
 
 TThen the wild thoro' the woodes went 
 
 On every side shear ; 
 Grayhounds thoro' the grev^s glent 
 
 For to kill their deer. 
 
 VII 
 
 This began on Cheviot the hills abune 
 
 Early on a Monenday ; 
 By that it drew to the hour of noon 
 
 A hundred fat harts dead there lay. 
 vm 
 They blew a mort upon the bent, 
 
 They 'sembled on sides shear ; 
 To the quarry then the Percy went 
 
 To the brittling of the deer. 
 
 IX 
 
 He said, ' It was the Douglas' promise 
 
 This day to meet me here ; 
 But I wist he would fail, verament ! ' 
 
 — A great oath the Percy sware. 
 
 X 
 
 At the last a squire of Northumberland 
 
 Looked at his hand full nigh ; 
 He was ware o' the doughty Douglas coming. 
 
 With him a great meinye. 
 
 XI 
 
 Both with spear, bill and brand, — 
 
 'Twas a mighty sight to see ; 
 Hardier men both of heart nor hand 
 
 Were not in Christiante. 
 
 wild] game, deer. shear] several greves] groves, 
 
 glent] glanced, darted. mort] death of the deer. quarry] 
 dead game. brittling] cutting up. 
 
 66s 
 
CHEVY CHASE 
 
 XII 
 
 They were twenty hundred spearmen good, 
 
 Withouten any fail : 
 They were born along by the water o' Tweed 
 
 I' the boun's o' Teviotdale. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' Leave off the brittling of deer,' he said ; 
 
 ' To your bows look ye take good heed. 
 For sith ye were on your mothers born 
 
 Had ye never so mickle need.' 
 xrv 
 The doughty Douglas on a steed 
 
 Rode all his men beforn ; 
 His armour glitter'd as did a gleed. 
 
 Bolder bairn was never born. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Tell me whose men ye are,' he says, 
 
 ' Or whose men that ye be ; 
 Who gave you leave in this Cheviot chase 
 
 In the spite of mine and of me ? ' 
 
 XVI 
 
 The first man that him answer made 
 
 It was the good Lord Percy e : 
 ' We will not tell thee whose men we are, 
 
 Nor whose men that we be ; 
 But we will hunt here in this chase 
 
 In the spite of thine and of thee. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' The fattest harts in all Cheviot 
 We have kill'd, to carry away.' — 
 
 ' By my troth,' said the doughty Douglas again, 
 ' The one of us dies this day., 
 
 boun's] boundaries. gleed] live coal. bairn] fighting man. 
 666 
 
CHEVY CHASE 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' [Yet] to kill alle these guiltless men 
 Alas, it were great pitye ! 
 
 But, Percy, thou art a lord of land, 
 I an earl in my countrye — 
 
 Let all our men on a party stand, 
 And do battle of thee and me ! ' 
 
 ' Christ's curse on his crown,' said the lord Percye, 
 
 ' Whosoever thereto says nay ! 
 By my troth, thou doughty Douglas,' he says, 
 
 ' Thou shalt never see that day — 
 
 XX 
 
 — ' Neither in England, Scotland nor France, 
 
 Nor for no man of woman born, 
 But, that (and fortune be my chance) 
 
 I dare meet him, one man for one.' 
 
 Then bespake a squire of Northumberland, 
 Richard Witherington was his name ; 
 
 ' It shall never be told in South England 
 To King Harry the Fourth for shame. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' I wot you bin great lordes two, 
 
 I am a poor squire of land ; 
 [Yet] I'll ne'er see my captain fight on a field 
 
 And stand myself and look on. 
 But while that I may my weapon wield 
 
 I'll not fail, both heart and hand.' 
 
 on a party] apart. 
 
 667 
 
CHEVY CHASE 
 
 XXIII 
 
 That day, that day, that dreadful day ! — 
 
 The first fytte here I find : 
 An you'll hear any more o' the hunting of Cheviot, 
 
 Yet there is more behind. 
 
 Fytte II 
 
 XXIV 
 
 The Englishmen had their bows y-bent, 
 
 Their hearts were good enow ; 
 The first of arrows that they shot off 
 
 Seven score spearmen they slew. 
 
 XXV 
 
 Yet bides the Earl Douglas upon the bent, 
 
 A captain good enoghe ; 
 And that was seen^ verament. 
 
 For he wrought them both woe and wouche. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 The Douglas parted his host in three, 
 
 Like a chief chieftain of pride ; 
 With sure spears of mighty tree 
 
 They came in on every side ; 
 xxvn 
 — Throughe our English archery 
 
 Gave many a woond full wide ; 
 Many a doughty they gar'd to dye, 
 
 Which gained them no pride. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 The Englishmen let their bowes be, 
 
 And pull'd out brands that were bright ; 
 
 It was a heavy sight to see 
 
 Bright swords on basnets light. 
 
 fytte] division of a ballad. wouchej evil. tree] 
 
 timber. doughty] doughty man. basnets] steel caps. 
 668 
 
CHEVY CHASE 
 
 xxlx 
 Thoro' rich mail and manoplie 
 
 Many stem they struck down straight ; 
 Many a freyke that was full free 
 
 There under foot did light. 
 
 XXX 
 
 At last the Douglas and the Percy met, 
 Like to captains of might and of main ; 
 
 They swapt together till they both swat 
 With swordes of fine Milan. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 These worthy freykes for to fight 
 
 Thereto they were full fain, 
 Till the blood out of their basnets sprent 
 
 As ever did hail or rain. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' Yield thee, Percy,' said the Douglas, 
 
 ' And i' faith I shall thee bring 
 Where thou shalt have an Earl's wages 
 
 Of Jamie our Scottish king. 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' Thou shake have thy ransom free, 
 
 — I hight thee here this thing ; 
 For the manfuUest man thou art that e'er 
 
 I concjuer'd in field fighting.' 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 But ' Nay ', then said the lord Percye, 
 
 ' I told it thee beforn 
 That I would never yielded be 
 
 To man of a woman born.' 
 
 manoplie] long gauntlet. stern] stern men, warriors, 
 
 freyke] bold fellow. swapt] smote. swat] sweated, 
 
 sprent] spurted. hight] promise. 
 
CHEVY CHASE 
 
 XXXV 
 
 With that an arrow came hastily 
 
 Forth of a mighty wane ; 
 And it hath stricken the Earl Douglas 
 
 In at the breaste-bane. 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 Thoro' liver and lunges both 
 
 The sharp arrow is gone, 
 That never after in his life-days 
 
 He spake mo words but one : 
 'Twas, ' Fight ye, my merry men, whiles ye may, 
 
 For my life-days bin gone ! ' 
 
 xxxvii 
 The Percy leaned on his brand 
 
 And saw the Douglas dee ; 
 He took the dead man by the hand, 
 
 And said, ' Woe is me for thee ! 
 
 xxxviir 
 ' To have sav'd thy life I'd have parted with 
 
 My lands for yeares three, 
 For a better man of heart nor of hand 
 
 Was not in the north countrye.' 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 [All this there saw] a Scottish knight, 
 
 Sir Hugh the Montgomeiye : 
 When he saw Douglas to the death was dight, 
 
 Through a hundred archerye 
 He never stint nor he never blint 
 
 Till he came to the lord Percye. 
 
 wane] host, multitude. flight] done, doomed. stint] 
 
 stayed. blint] stopped. 
 
 670 
 
CHEVY CHASE 
 
 XL 
 
 He set upon the lord Percy 
 
 A dint that was full sore ; 
 With a sure spear of a mighty tree 
 
 Thro' the body him he bore, 
 O' the t'other side that a man might see 
 
 A large cloth-yard and more. 
 
 XLI 
 
 An archer of Northumberland 
 
 Saw slain was the lord Percye : 
 He bare a bent bow in his hand, 
 
 Was made of a trusty tree. 
 
 XI.II 
 
 An arrow that was a cloth-yard long 
 
 To the hard steel haled he, 
 A dint that was both sad and sair 
 
 He set on Montgomerye. 
 
 XLTir 
 
 The dint it was both sad and sair 
 
 That he on Montgomerye set ; 
 The swan-feathers that his arrow bare 
 
 With his heart-blood they were wet. 
 
 XLIV 
 
 There was never a freyke one foot would flee, 
 
 But still in stoure did stand ; 
 Hewing on each other, while they might dree, 
 
 With many a baleful brand. 
 
 XLV 
 
 This battle began in Cheviot 
 
 An hour before the noon, 
 And when the even-song bell was rung 
 
 The battle was not half done. 
 
 dint] stroke, hinge. haled] pulled. stoure] press of 
 
 battle. dree] endure. 
 
 671 
 
CHEVY CHASE 
 
 XL VI 
 
 They took [their stand] on either hand 
 By the [lee] light of the moon ; 
 
 Many had no strength for to stand 
 In Cheviot the hills abune. 
 
 XLVII 
 
 Of fifteen hundred archers of England 
 Went away but seventy-and-three ; 
 
 Of twenty hundred spearmen of Scotland 
 But even five-and-fifty. 
 
 XLVIU 
 
 There was slain with the bold Percye 
 
 Sir John of Agerstoune, 
 Sir Roger, the hende Hartley, 
 
 Sir William, the bold Herone. 
 
 XLIX 
 
 Sir George, the worthy Loumlye, 
 
 A knight of great renown, 
 Sir Ralph, the riche Rabye, 
 
 With dints were beaten down. 
 
 L 
 
 For Witherington my heart was woe 
 That ever he slain should be : 
 
 For when both his legs were hewn in two 
 Yet he kneel'd and fought on his knee, 
 
 LI 
 
 There was slayn with the doughty Douglas 
 
 Sir Hugh the Montgomerye, 
 Sir Davy Lambwell, that worthy was, 
 
 His sister's son was he. 
 
 lee] fair, bright. hende] courteous, gentle. 
 
 672 
 
CHEVY CHASE 
 
 LII 
 
 Sir Charles a Murray in that place, 
 
 That never a foot would flee : 
 Sir Hew Maxwell, a lord he was, 
 
 With the Douglas did he dee. 
 
 LIU 
 
 So on the morrow they made them biers 
 
 Of birch and hazel so gray ; 
 Many widows with weeping tears 
 
 Came to fetch their makes away. 
 
 LIV 
 
 Teviotdale may carp of care, 
 
 Northumberland may make moan. 
 
 For two such captains as slain were there 
 On the March-parts shall never be none. 
 
 LV 
 
 Word is come to Edinboro', 
 
 To Jamie the Scottish King, 
 Earl Douglas, lieutenant of the Marches, 
 
 Lay slain Cheviot within. 
 
 LVI 
 
 His hands the King did weal and wring. 
 Said, ' Alas ! and woe is me ! 
 
 Such another captain Scotland within 
 r faith shall never be ! ' 
 
 LVII 
 
 Word is come to lovely London 
 To the fourth Harry, our King, 
 
 Lord Percy, lieutenant of the Marches, 
 Lay slain Clieviot within. 
 
 makes] mates. carp] talk. weal] clench. 
 
 1225 z 673 
 
CHEVY CHASE 
 
 ' God have mercy on his soul,' said King Harry, 
 
 ' Good Lord, if thy will it be ! 
 I've a hundred captains in England,' he said, 
 
 ' As good as ever was he : 
 But Percy, an I brook my life. 
 
 Thy death well quit shall be.' 
 
 LIX 
 
 And as our King made his avow 
 
 Like a noble prince of renown, 
 For Percy he did it well perform 
 
 After, on Homble-down ; 
 
 LX 
 
 Where six-and-thirty Scottish knights 
 
 On a day were beaten down ; 
 Glendale glitter'd on their armour bright 
 
 Over castle, tower and town. 
 
 Lxr 
 This was the Hunting of the Cheviot ; 
 
 That e'er began this spurn ! 
 Old men, that knowen the ground well, 
 
 Call it of Otterburn. 
 
 l,xn 
 There was never a time on the Marche-partSs 
 
 Since the Douglas and Percy met. 
 But 'tis marvel an the red blood run not 
 
 As the reane does in the street. 
 
 brook] retain. Glendale] one of the six 'wards' of 
 
 Northumberland. Homildon was here. spurn] fray (?). 
 
 reane] gutter. 
 674 
 
CHEVY CHASE 
 
 Jesu Christ ! oui- bales bete, 
 
 And to the bliss us bring ! 
 This was the Hunting of the C heviot : 
 
 God send us all good ending ! 
 
 I2j). Northumberland Betrayed by 
 Douglas 
 
 I 
 
 NOW list and lithe, you gentlemen, 
 And I'st tell you the veretye, 
 How they have dealt with a banish'd man. 
 Driven out of his owne countrye. 
 
 n 
 When as he came on Scottish ground, 
 
 As woe and wonder be them amonge ! 
 Full much was there traitorye 
 
 They wrought the Erie of Northumberland. 
 
 Ill 
 When they were at the supper set. 
 
 Before many goodly gentlemen. 
 They fell a flouting and mocking both, 
 
 And said to the Erie of Northumberland : 
 
 IV 
 
 'What makes you be soe sad, my lord, 
 And in your mind soe sorrowfullye ? 
 
 In the north to-morrow there is a shooting. 
 And thither thou'st goe, my Lord Percye. 
 
 bales] woes. bete] better, relieve. 
 
NORTHUMBERLAND 
 
 V 
 
 ' The buttes are sett, and the shooting is made, 
 
 And there is like to be great royaltye, 
 And I am sworne into my bill 
 
 Thither to bring my Lord Percye.' 
 
 VI 
 
 ' rie give thee my hand, Douglas,' he says, 
 
 ' And by the faith in my bodye, 
 If that thou wilt ryde to the worldis end, 
 
 Then rie ryde in thy companye.' 
 
 VH 
 
 And then bespake the good ladye, 
 
 Mary a Douglas was her name : 
 ' You shall byde here, good English lord ; 
 
 My brother is a traitorous man. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' He is a traitoi' stout and stronge, 
 
 As I'st tell you the veretye ; 
 For he hath ta'en 'liverance of the Erie, 
 
 And into England he will 'liver thee.' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Now liold thy tongue, thou goodly ladye. 
 
 Now all this talking let a-bee ; 
 For all the gold that's in Lough Leven, 
 
 William wo'ld not 'liver mee. 
 
 X 
 
 ' It wo'ld breake truce betweene England and Scottland, 
 And freinds againe they wo'ld never bee. 
 
 If he sho'ld 'liver a banisht erle. 
 
 Was driven out of his owne countrye.' — 
 
 into my bill] on paper, in writing. 
 676 
 
BETRAYED BY DOUGLAS 
 
 ' Hold your tounge, my lord,' she sayes, 
 ' There is much falsehood them amonge ; 
 
 Soone they will part them freinds againe, 
 When you are dead, then they are dane. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' If you will give me any trust, my lord, 
 I'le tell you how you best may bee ; 
 
 You'st let my brother ryde his wayes. 
 And tell those English lords, trulye, 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' How that you cannot with them ryde, 
 Because you are in an isle of the sea ; 
 
 Then, ere my brother come againe, 
 To Edenborrow castle I'le carry thee. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' I'le 'liver you unto the Lord Hume, 
 
 And you know a trew Scothe lord is hee, 
 
 For he hath lost both land and goods 
 In ayding of your good bodye.' — 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Marry, I am woe, woman,' lie sayes, 
 ' That any freind fares worse for me ; 
 
 For where one saith it is a true tale, 
 Then two will say it is a lee. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' When that I was at home in my realme, 
 Amonge my tennants all trulye. 
 
 In my time of losse, wherin my need stoode. 
 They came to ayd me honestlye. 
 
 677 
 
NORTHUMBERLAND 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' Therefore I left a many a child fatherlese, 
 And many a widdow to looke wanne ; 
 
 Therefore do thou blame nothing, ladye, 
 But the woeflull warres which I began.' — 
 
 XVIll 
 
 ' If you will give me noe trust, my lord, 
 Nor noe credence you will give mee, 
 
 An you'le come hither to my right hand, 
 Indeed, my lord, I'le let you see.' — 
 
 XIX 
 
 Says, ' I never loved noe witchcraft, 
 
 Nor never dealt with treacherye, 
 But evermore held the hye way ; 
 
 Alas, that may be scene by mee ! ' — 
 
 XX 
 
 ' If you will not come your selfe, my lord, 
 You'le lett your chamberlaine goe with me, 
 
 Three words that I may to him speake. 
 And soone he shall come againe to thee.' 
 
 XXI 
 
 When James Swynard came that lady before, 
 She let him see thro' the werae of her ring 
 
 How many there was of English lords 
 To wayte there for his master and him. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' But who beene yonder, my good ladye. 
 
 That walkes soe royallye on yond greene ? ' — 
 
 ' Yond is Lord Hunsden, Jamye,' she sayd, 
 ' Alas, he'le doe you both tree and teene ! ' — 
 
 weme] inward. wayte] wait in ambush. tree and teene] 
 injury and grief. 
 67S 
 
BETRAYED BY DOUGLAS 
 
 xxm 
 ' And who beene yonder, thou gay ladye, 
 
 That walkes soe royallye him beside ?' — 
 ' Yond's Sir William Drurye, Jamye,' she sayd, 
 
 ' And a keene captain he is, and tryde.' — 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' How many miles is't, thou good ladye, 
 Betwixt yond English lord and mee ? ' — 
 
 ' Many, thrice fifty mile, Jamye,' she sayd, 
 ' And even to sayle and by the sea. 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' 1 never was on English ground, 
 
 Nor never see it with mine eye, 
 But as my wit and wisedome serves, 
 
 And as the booke it telleth mee. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' My mother, she was a witch woman, 
 
 And part of it she learnM mee ; 
 She wo'ld let me see out of Lough Leven 
 
 What they dyd in London citye.' — 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' But who is yond, thou good ladye, 
 Comes yonder with an osterne face ? ' 
 
 'Yond's Sir John Forster, Jamye,' she sayd ; 
 Alas ! he'll do ye scire disgrace.' 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 He pulled his hat downe over his eyes. 
 And, Lord, he wept soe tenderlye ! 
 
 He is gone unto his master againe. 
 And even to tell him the veretye. 
 
 osteme] austere. 
 
 6?g 
 
NORTHUMBERLAND 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' Now hast thou beene with Mary,' he sayd, 
 ' Even as thy tounge will tell to mee ; 
 
 But if thou trust any woman's words, 
 Thou must refraine good companye.' 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' It is noe words, my lord,' he sayes ; 
 
 ' Yonder the men she lets me see. 
 How many English lords there is 
 
 Is wayting there for you and mee. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' Yonder 1 see the Lord Hunsden, 
 And he and you is of third degree ; 
 
 A greater enemye, indeed, my Lord, 
 In England never a one liave yee.' — 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' And I have beene in Lougii Leven 
 The most part of these yeeres tiiree : 
 
 Yet had I never noe out-rake, 
 Nor good games that I co'ld see. 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' And 1 am thus bidden to yonder shooting 
 By William Douglas all trulye ; 
 
 Therfore speake never a word of thy mouth 
 That thou thinkes will hinder me.' 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 Then he writhe the gold ring of his fingar 
 
 And gave it to that gay ladye ; 
 Sayes, ' That was a legacye left unto mee 
 
 In Hailey woods where I co'ld bee.' — 
 
 of third degree] third cousins. out-rake] holiday. 
 
 680 
 
BETRAYED BY DOUGLAS 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' Then fFarewell hart, and farewell hand, 
 And ffarwell all good conipanye ! 
 
 That woman shall never beare a sonne 
 Shall know soe much of your privitye.' — 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 ' Now hold thy tongue, ladye,' he sayde, 
 ' And make not all this dole for me. 
 
 For I may well drinke, but I'st never eate, 
 Till ance againe in Lough Leven I bee.' 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 He tooke his boate at the Lough Leven, 
 
 For to sayle now over the sea, 
 And he hath cast up a silver wand. 
 
 Says, ' Fare thou well, my good ladye ! ' 
 The ladye looked owre her left sholder ; 
 
 In a dead swoone there down fell she. 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 ' Goe backe againe, Douglas ! ' he sayd, 
 ' And I will goe in thy conipanye ; 
 
 For sudden sicknesse yonder lady has tanc, 
 And ever, alas, she will but dye ! 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 ' If ought come to yonder ladye but good. 
 Then blamed sore that I shall bee, 
 
 Because a banish'd man I am. 
 
 And driven out of my owne countrye.' — 
 
 XL 
 
 ' Come on, come on, my lord,' he sayes, 
 ' And all such talking let a-bee ; 
 
 There 's ladyes enow left in Lough Leven 
 For to cheere yonder gay ladye.' 
 
 Z 3 68' 
 
NORTHUMBERLAND 
 
 XLI 
 
 ' An you will not goe your selfe, my lord, 
 You will lett my chamberlaine go with niee ; 
 
 We shall now take our boate againe, 
 And soone wee shall overtake thee.' — 
 
 XLII 
 
 ' Come on, come on, my lord,' he sayes, 
 ' And all this talking now let a-bee ; 
 
 For my sister is craftye enoughe 
 
 For to beguile thousands such as you and mee.' 
 
 XLIII 
 
 When they had sayled fifty myle, 
 
 Now fifty myle upon the sea, 
 Hee asked, ' How ffarr is it to that shooting 
 
 That William Douglas promised me ? ' — 
 
 XLIV 
 
 ' Now faire words makes fooles faine. 
 
 And that may be seene by thy master and tliee ; 
 
 For happen you'll think it soone enoughe 
 Whenever you that shooting see.' 
 
 XLV 
 
 Jamye pulled his hat now over his browe, 
 
 I wot the teares fell in his e'e ; 
 And he is to his master againe, 
 
 And for to tell him the veretye. 
 
 XLVI 
 
 ' He says fayre words makes fooles faine, 
 And that may be seene by you and mee, 
 
 For happen we'll thinke it soone enoughe 
 Whenever we that shooting see.' 
 
BETRAYED BY DOUGLAS 
 
 XL VII 
 
 ' Hold ujjp thy head, Jam ye,' the Erie sayd, 
 ' And never let thy hart fayle thee ; 
 
 He did it but to prove thee with, 
 
 And see how thow wo'ld take with death trulye.' 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 When they had sayl'd other fifty mile, 
 
 Other fifty mile upon the sea. 
 Lord Percye called to him, himselfe, 
 
 Sayd, ' Douglas, what wilt thou doe with mee ? ' 
 
 XLIX 
 
 ' Looke that your brydle be wight, my lord, 
 That you may goe as a shipp at sea ; 
 
 Looke that your spurres be bright and sharpe. 
 That you may pricke her while she'le awaye.' 
 
 L 
 
 'What needeth this, Douglas,' he sayth, 
 ' That thou needest to ffloute mee ? 
 
 For I was counted a horsseman good 
 Before that ever I met with thee. 
 
 LI 
 
 ' A ffalse Hector hath my horsse, 
 
 And ever an eviil death may hee dye 1 
 
 And Willye Armestronge hath my spurres 
 And all the geere belongs to mee.' 
 
 LU 
 
 When they had sayled other fifty mile, 
 
 Other fifty mile upon the sea. 
 They landed low by Berwicke-side ; 
 
 [Soe Douglas betray 'd the] Lord Percye. 
 
 wight] strong. 
 
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/JO. Sir Andrew Barton 
 
 1 
 
 AS it befel in midsummer-time, 
 LWhen birds singe sweetlye on every tree, 
 Our noble king, King Henry the Eighth, 
 Over the river of Thames pass'd he. 
 
 II 
 He was no sooner over the river, 
 
 Downe in a Forrest to take the ayre, 
 But eighty merchants of London citye 
 
 Came kneeling before King Henry there. 
 
 Ill 
 ' O ye are welcome, rich merchants, 
 
 Good saylers, welcome unto me ! ' 
 They swore by the rood they were saylers good. 
 
 But rich merchants they co'ld not be. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' To France nor Flanders dare we not passe, 
 Nor Bourdeaux voyage we dare not fare, 
 
 All for a false robber that lyes on the seas, 
 And robbs us of our merchants-ware.' 
 
 V 
 
 King Henry was stout, and he turned him about, 
 And swore by the Lord that was mickle of might, 
 
 ' I thought he'd not been in the world throughout 
 Tliat durst have wrought England such unright.' 
 
 VI 
 
 But ever they sighed, and said, alas ! 
 
 Unto King Harry this answer againe : 
 ' He is a proud Scott that will robb us all 
 
 Were we twenty shijjps and he but one.' 
 684 
 
SIR ANDREW BARTON 
 
 The King looket over his left shoulder, 
 
 Amongst his lords and barrons so free : 
 ' Have I never a lord in all my realme 
 
 Will fetch yond traitor unto me ? ' 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Yes, that dare I ! ' says my lord Charles Howard, 
 
 Neere to the King wheras he did stand ; 
 ' If that Your Grace will give me leave, 
 
 My self will perform what you command.' 
 
 IX 
 
 'Thou shall have six hundred men,' saith our King, 
 ' And chuse them out of my realme so free ; 
 
 [Moreover] mariners and ship boyes, 
 To guide the great ship on the sea.' 
 
 X 
 
 • I'legoe speake with Sir Andrew,' says my Lord Howard ; 
 
 ' Upon the sea, if he be there ; 
 1 will bring him and his ship to shore, 
 
 Or before my prince I will ne'er come neere.' 
 
 XI 
 
 The first of all my Lord did call, 
 
 A noble gunner he was one ; 
 This man was three score yeares and ten, 
 
 And Peter Simon was his name. 
 
 ' Peter,' says he, ' I must sayle to the sea. 
 To seek out an enemy ; God be my speed ! 
 
 Before all others I have chosen thee ; 
 
 Of a hundred gunners thou'st be my head.' 
 
 585 
 
SIR ANDREW BARTON 
 
 xm 
 ' My lord,' says he, ' if you've chosen me 
 
 Of a hundred gunners to be the head, 
 You may hang me at your maine-mast tree 
 
 If I miss my mark past three pence bread.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 The next of all my lord he did call, 
 
 A noble bowman he was one ; 
 In Yorkshire was this gentleman borne, 
 
 And William Horsley was his name. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Horsley,' says he, ' I must sayle to the sea, 
 To seek out an enemy ; God be my speede ! 
 
 Before all othei-s I have chosen thee ; 
 
 Of a hundred bowemen thou'st be my head.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' My lord,' says he, ' if you've chosen me 
 Of a hundred bowemen to be the head. 
 
 Hang me at your main-mast tree 
 
 If I miss my mark past twelve pence bread.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 With pikes, and gunnes, and bowmen bold, 
 This noble Howard is gone to the sea 
 
 On the day before Midsummer-even, 
 
 And out at Thames' mouth sayl^d they. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 They had not saylM dayes three 
 
 Upon their journey they took in hand. 
 
 But there they met with a noble ship. 
 
 And stoutely made it both stay and stand. 
 
 three pence bread] the breadth of a threepenny piece. 
 686 
 
SIR ANDREW BARTON 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Thou must tell me thy name,' says Charles my lord 
 Howard, 
 
 ' Or who thou art, or from whence thou came. 
 Yea, and where thy dwelling is, 
 
 To whom and where thy ship does belong.' 
 
 XX 
 
 ' My name,' says he, ' is Henery Hunt, 
 With a pure hart and a penitent mind ; 
 
 I and my ship they doe belong 
 
 Unto the New-castle that stands upon Tyne.' — 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Now thou must tell me, Henery Hunt, 
 As thou hast sayled by day and by night. 
 
 Hast thou not heard of a stout robber ? 
 
 Men calls him Sir Andrew Barton, Knight.' 
 
 XXII 
 
 But ever he sighed, and said, ' Alas ! 
 
 Full well, my lord, I know that wight ; 
 He has robb'd me of my merchants-ware, 
 
 And I was his pris'ner but yesternight, 
 xxiu 
 ' As I was sayling upon the sea, 
 
 And a Bourdeaux voyage as I did fare. 
 He clasped me to his archeborde, 
 
 "And robb'd me of all my merchants-ware. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' And I am a man both poor and bare. 
 
 Every man will have his own of me ; 
 And I am bound towards London to fare, 
 
 To complain unto my prince Henrye. 
 
 archeborde] hatch-boarcl. 
 
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SIR ANDREW BARTON 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' That shall not need,' says my Lord Howard ; 
 
 ' If thou canst let me this robber see, 
 For every penny he hath taken thee fro' 
 
 Thou shah be rewarded a shilling,' quoth he, 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' Now God forfend,' says Henery Hunt, 
 ' My lord, you sho'ld work so far aniisse ! 
 
 God keep you out of that traitor's hands ! 
 For you wot full little what man he is. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' He is brasse within, and Steele without. 
 
 And beams he bears in his topcastle stronge ; 
 
 His ship hath ordinance clean round about ; 
 Besides, my lord, he is very well mann'd. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' He hath a pinnace is dearlye dight, 
 Saint Andrew's cross, that is his guide ; 
 
 His pinnace bears nine-score men and more. 
 With fifteen cannons on every side. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' Were you twenty ships, and he but one. 
 
 Either in archbord or in hall, 
 He wo'ld overcome you everye one, 
 
 An if his beams they doe down fall." 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' ' This is cold comfort,' says my Lord Howard, 
 ' To welcome a stranger thus to the sea ; 
 I'le bring him and his ship to shore. 
 
 Or else into Scotland he shall carry me.' 
 
 dearlye dight] expensively fitted, or ornamented. guide] 
 
 guidon, signal flag. hall] hull. 
 
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SIR ANDREW BARTON 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' Then, my lord, you must get a noble gunner ; 
 
 One that can set well with his e'e, 
 And sink his pinnace into the sea. 
 
 And soon then overcome will he be. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' And when that you have done all this, 
 If you chance Sir Andrew for to board. 
 
 Let no man to his topcastle go ; 
 And I will give you a glass, my lord, 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' And then you need to fear no Scot, 
 Whether you sayle by day or by night ; 
 
 And to-morrow, by seven of the clocke. 
 
 You shall meete with Sir Andrew Barton, Knight.' 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 The merchant set Lord Howard a glass 
 
 So well apparent in his sight 
 That on the morrow by seven of the clock 
 
 He sjjy'd Sir Andrew Barton, Knight. 
 
 XXXV 
 
 Lord Howard he swore a mighty oath 
 
 When he saw liis hache-bords dearly dight ; 
 
 'Now by my faith and by my troth, 
 Yonder proud Scott is a worthy wight. 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 ' Take in your ancients and your standards. 
 
 Yea, that no man shall them see, 
 And put me forth a white willow wand, 
 
 As merchants use to sayle the sea.' 
 
 glass] a lantern to guide the man-of-war's course by the mer- 
 chantman's, ancients] ensigns. 
 
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SIR ANDREW BARTON 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 But they stirr'd neither top nor mnst, 
 But Sir Andrew they passed by. — 
 
 'What English are yonder,' said Sir Andrew, 
 ' That can so little curtesye ? 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 ' I have been admiral over the sea 
 
 [Methinketh] more then these yeeres three ; 
 There is never an English nor Portingall dog. 
 
 Can pass this way without leave of me. 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 ' But now yonder pedlars, they are pass'd, 
 
 Which is no little grief to mc : 
 Fetch them backe,' sayes Sir Andrew Barton, 
 
 ' They shall all hang at my maine-mast tree.' 
 
 XL 
 
 With that the pinnace it shot off, 
 
 That my Lord Howard might it well ken ; 
 It stroke down my lord's fore-mSst, 
 
 And kill'd fourteen of my lord his men. 
 
 XI.I 
 
 ' Come hither, Simon ! ' says my Lord Howard, 
 ' Look that thy words be true thou said ; 
 
 1 le hang thee at my maine-mast tree 
 
 If thou miss thy mark past three pence bread.' 
 
 XLII 
 
 Simon was old, but his hart it was bold ; 
 
 He tooke downe a piece, and laid it full low ; 
 Chaine yeards nine he put therein. 
 
 Besides other great shot less and moe. 
 
 stirr'd] moved, lowered. can] ken, know. 
 
 6go 
 
SIR ANDREW BARTON 
 
 XLIII 
 
 With that he let his gun-shot go ; 
 
 So well he settled it with his e'e, 
 The first sight that Sir Andrew saw, 
 
 He saw his pinnace sunk in the sea. 
 
 XLIV 
 
 When Sir Andrew saw his pinnace sunk, 
 Lord ! in his heart he was not well ! 
 
 ' Cut my ropes ! it is time to be gone ! 
 I'le goe fetch yond pedlars back mysell ! ' 
 
 XLV 
 
 When my Lord Howard saw Sir Andrew loose, 
 Lord ! in his heart that he was faine ! 
 
 ' Strike on your drums ! spread out your ancients I 
 Sound out your trumpets ! sound out amain ! ' 
 
 XLVI 
 
 ' Fight on, my men ! ' says Sir Andrew Barton ; 
 
 ' Weate, howsoever this geare will sway. 
 It is my Lord Admiral of England 
 
 Is come to seek me on the sea.' 
 
 XLVII 
 
 Simon had a sone ; with shot of a gun — 
 
 Well Sir Andrew might it ken — 
 He shot it in at the middle deck, 
 
 And killed sixty more of Sir Andrew's men. 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 [Bold] Hunt came in at the other side. 
 
 And at Sir Andrew he shot then ; 
 He drove down his fore-mast tree. 
 
 And kill'd eighty more of Sir Andrew's men. 
 
 Weate] wit ye, know. geare] business, fighting. sway] 
 
 go, turn out. 
 
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SIR ANDREW BARTON 
 
 XLIX 
 
 ' I have done a good turne,' sayes Henery Hunt ; 
 
 ' Sir Andrew is not our King's friend ; 
 He hoped t' have undone me yesternight, 
 
 But I hope I have quit him well in the end.' 
 
 I. 
 'Ever alas !' sayd Sir Andrew Barton, 
 
 ' What sho'ld a man either thinke or say ? 
 Yonder false thief is my strongest enemy. 
 
 Who was my prisoner but yesterday. 
 
 LI 
 
 ' Come hither to me, thou Gourden good, 
 
 And be thou ready at my call, 
 And I will give thee three hundred pound 
 
 If thou wilt let my beames downe fall.' 
 
 LII 
 
 With that hee swarm'd the main-mast tree, 
 Soe did he it with might and maine ; 
 
 But Horsley, with a bearing arrow. 
 
 Stroke the Gourden through the braine. 
 
 LIII 
 
 And he fell into the hatches againe, 
 
 And sore of his wound that he did bleed ; 
 
 Then word went through Sir Andrew's men, 
 How that the Gourden he was dead. 
 
 LIV 
 
 ' Come hither to me, .Tames Hamilton, 
 Thou'rt my sister's son, I have no more ; 
 
 I will give thee six hundred pound 
 
 If thou wilt let my beames downe fall.' 
 
 swarm'd] climbed. bearing arrow] a long arrow for distant 
 shooting. 
 692 
 
SIK ANDRliW BARTON 
 
 LV 
 
 With that he swarm'd the main-mast tree, 
 
 Soe did he it with might and main : 
 Hoisley, with another broad arrow, 
 
 Strake the yeaman thoro' the brain. 
 
 LVI 
 
 That he fell downe to the hatches againe ; 
 
 Sore of his wound that hee did bleed ; 
 Covetomness gets no gaine, 
 
 It is very true, as the Welshman said. 
 
 LVII 
 
 But when lie saw his nephew slaine, 
 Lord ! in his heart he was not well ! 
 
 ' Go fetch me downe my armour of proof. 
 For I will to the topcastle mysell. 
 
 LVIII 
 
 ' Go fetch me downe my armour of proof, 
 For it is gilded with gold so cleere ; 
 
 God be with my brother, John of Barton ! 
 Amongst the Portingalls he did it weare.' 
 
 LIX 
 
 But when he had his armoui" of proof. 
 
 And on his body he had it on, 
 Every man that looked at him 
 
 Said, Gun nor arrow he need fear none. 
 
 LX 
 
 ' Come hither, Horsley ! ' says my Lord Howard, 
 ' And look your shaft that it goe right ; 
 
 Shoot a good shoote in the time of need. 
 
 And for thy shooting thou'st be made knight.' 
 
 693 
 
SIR ANDREW BARTON 
 
 ' I'le do my best,' sayes Horsley then, 
 ' Your Honour shall see before I goe ; 
 
 If I sho'ld be hang'd at your maine-mast tree, 
 I have in my ship but arrows two.' 
 
 LXir 
 But at Sir Andrew he shot tlien ; 
 
 He made so sure to hit his mark ; 
 Under the spole of his right arme 
 
 He smote Sir Andrew quite thro' the heart. 
 
 LXIII 
 
 Yet from the tree he wo'ld not start, 
 
 But he cling'd to it with might and main ; 
 
 Under the collar then of his jacke, 
 
 He stroke Sir Andrew thoro' the brain. 
 
 LXIV 
 
 ' Fight on, my men ! ' says Sir Andrew Barton, 
 
 ' I am hurt, but I am not slain ; 
 I'le lay me downe and bleed a-while. 
 
 And then I'le rise and fight again. 
 
 LXV 
 
 ' Fight on, my men ! ' says Sir Andrew Barton, 
 ' These English dogs they bite so lowe ; 
 
 Fight on for Scotland and Saint Andrew 
 While that you hear my whistle blowe ! ' 
 
 LXVI 
 
 But when they co'ld not hear his whistle. 
 Says Henery Hunt, ' I'le lay my head 
 
 You may board yonder noble ship, my lord. 
 For I know Sir Andrew he is dead.' 
 
 spole] shoulder, epaule. jacke] jacket, short coat of mail. 
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OIK. /ViNUKilW CAKiUJN 
 LXVII 
 
 With that they boarded this noble ship, 
 So did they it with might and main ; 
 
 They found eighteen score Scots alive, 
 Besides the rest were niaim'd and slaine. 
 
 LXVIII 
 
 Lord Howard took a sword in his hand, 
 And so smote ofF Sir Andrew's head ; 
 
 The Scots stood by did weepe and mourne, 
 But never a word they spoke or sayd. 
 
 LXIX 
 
 He caused his body to be taken downe, 
 And over the hatch-bord cast into the sea, 
 
 And about his middle three hundred crownes : 
 ' Wheresoever thou lands, it will bury thee ! ' 
 
 LXX 
 
 With his head they sayl'd into England againe, 
 With right good will and force and main, 
 
 And on the day before New- Year's Even 
 Into Thames' mouth they came againe. 
 
 LXX I 
 
 Lord Howard wrote to King Henry's grace. 
 With all the newes hee co'ld him bring : 
 
 ' Such a New Year's gift I have brought to your Grai 
 As never did subject to any King. 
 
 LXXII 
 
 ' For merchandise, yea and manhood. 
 
 The like is nowhere to be found ; 
 The sight of these wo'ld do you good. 
 
 For you have not the like in your English grounc 
 
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SIR ANDREW BARTON 
 
 Lxxm 
 When the King heard tell that they were come. 
 
 Full royally he welcomed them home ; 
 Sir Andrew's ship was his New- Year's gift ; 
 
 A braver ship you never saw none. 
 
 LXXIV 
 
 Now hath our King Sir Andrew's ship, 
 Beset with pearles and precyous stones ; 
 
 And now hath England two ships of war, 
 Two ships of war, before but one. 
 
 LXXV 
 
 ' Who holpe to this ? ' says King Henrye, 
 ' That I may reward him for his paine.'^ — 
 
 ' Henery Hunt, and Peter Simon, 
 William Horsley, and I the same.' — 
 
 LXXVI 
 
 -' Harry Hunt shall have his whistle and chaine, 
 
 And all his jewels whatsoe'er they be, 
 And other rich gifts that I will not name, 
 For his good service he hath done me. 
 
 LXXVII 
 
 Horsley, right thou'st be a knight. 
 Lands and livings thou shalt have store ; 
 Howard shall be Earl of Nottingham, 
 And so was never Howard before. 
 
 LXXVIII 
 
 ' Now, Peter Simon, thou art old ; 
 
 I will maintaine thee and thy son ; 
 Thou shalt have five hundred pound all in gold 
 
 For the good service that thou liast done.' 
 696 
 
SIR ANDREW BARTON 
 
 LXXIX 
 
 With that King Henrye shifted his room ; 
 
 In came the Queene and ladyes bright ; 
 Other arrands they had none 
 
 But to see Sir Andrew Barton, Knight. 
 
 LXXX 
 
 But when they saw his deadly face, 
 
 His eyes were hollow in his head ; 
 ' I wo'ld give a hundred pound,' says his Grace, 
 
 ' The man were alive as he is dead ! 
 Lxxxr 
 ' Yet for the manful part he hath play'd, 
 
 Both here at home and beyond the sea. 
 His men shall have half-a-crowne a day 
 
 Till they come to my brother, King Jamie.' 
 
 zj/. "The ' George- Aloe ' 
 
 I 
 
 THE George-Aloe, and the Sweepstake, too. 
 With hey, with hoe, for and a nony no, 
 0, there were two Merchant-men, a sailing for Safee 
 And alongst the Coast of Barbarye. 
 II 
 The George-Aloe came to anchor in the bay, 
 
 With hey, is'c. 
 But the jolly Sweepstake kept on her way, 
 And alongst, i^c. 
 
 HI 
 
 They had not sayl'd but leagues two or three, 
 
 With hey, isfc. 
 But they met with a French Man-of-War upon the Sea, 
 
 And alongst, i^c. 
 
 shifted his room] made place. 
 
 697 
 
THE 'GEORGE-ALOE' 
 
 IV 
 
 ' All haile, all haile, you lusty Gallants all ! 
 
 IVith hey, isfc. 
 Of whence is your fair Ship, and whither do ye call ? ' 
 
 And alongst, isfc, 
 
 V 
 
 ' We are Englishmen, and bound for Safee,' — 
 
 IVith hey, isfc. 
 ' Ay, and we are Frenchmen, and war upon the sea, 
 
 And alongst, isfc. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Amaine, Amaine, you English dogs, hail ! ' — 
 
 With hey, isfc. 
 ' Come aboard you Frencli swads, and strike down your 
 sayle,' 
 
 And alongst, Is'c. 
 
 VII 
 
 They laid us aboard on the Starboard side. 
 
 With hey, i3fc. 
 And they threw us into the Sea so wide, 
 
 And alongst, £3°f. 
 
 VIII 
 
 When tidings to the George-Aloe came, 
 
 With hey, isfc. 
 That the jolly Stveepstaie by a Frenchman was ta'en, 
 
 And alongst, i^c. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' To top, to top, thou little Cabin-boy, 
 
 With hey, ^c. 
 And see if this French Man-of-War thou canst descry,' — 
 
 And alongst, ^c. 
 
 swads] peascods, a cant term for soldiers. 
 698 
 
THE 'GEORGE-ALOE' 
 
 ' A Sayle, a Sayle, under our lee ! 
 
 With hey, fife. 
 Yea, and another that is under her obey ! ' 
 
 ^nd alongsi, isfc. 
 
 xi 
 ' Weigh anchor, weigh anchor, O jolly Boat-swain ! 
 
 With hey, isfc. 
 We will take this Frenchman, if we can,' 
 
 And ahngst, Es°f . 
 
 XII 
 
 We had not sayl'd leagues two or three. 
 
 With hey, is'c. 
 But we met the French Man-of-War upon the Sea, 
 
 And alongst, i3fc. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' All haile. All haile, you lusty Gallants hail ! 
 
 With hey, b°f. 
 Of whence is your faire Ship, and whither do ye say! ? ' 
 
 And alongst, isfc. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' 0, we are Merchant-men and bound for Safee,' — 
 
 With hey, istc. 
 • Ay, and we are Frenchmen, and war upon the sea. 
 
 And alongst, ^c. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Amaine, Amaine, you English Dogges, hail ! ' — 
 
 With hey, isfc. 
 ' Come aboard, you French rogues, and strike down your 
 sayl ! ' 
 
 And alongst, ^e. 
 
 699 
 
THE 'GEORGE-ALOE' 
 
 XVI 
 
 The first good shot tliat the George-Aloe shot, 
 
 With hey, ^c. 
 He made the Frenchman's heart sore afraid, 
 
 And alongst, ^c. 
 
 XVII 
 
 The second shot the George-Aloe did afford, 
 
 With hey, (3fc. 
 He struck their main-mast over the board. 
 
 And alongst, isfc. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' Have mercy, have mercy, you brave English Men ! '- 
 
 With hey, ^i-. 
 ' O, what have you done with our merry Brethren ? ' - 
 
 As they sayl'd in Barbarye ? 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' We laid them aboard the starboard side, , 
 
 With hey, ^c. 
 And we threw them into the Sea so wide,' — 
 
 And alongst, l^c. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' Such mercy as you have shewed unto them, 
 
 With hey, i^c. 
 Then the like mercy shall you have again,' — 
 
 And alongst, i3fc. 
 
 XXI 
 
 We laid them aboard the larboard side. 
 
 With hey, ^c. 
 And we threw them into the Sea so wide, 
 
 And alongst, i3fc. 
 700 
 
THE 'GEORGE-ALOE' 
 
 Lord, how it grieved our hearts full Sore, 
 
 With hey, isfc. 
 To see the drowned Frenchmen to swim along the shore ! 
 
 And alongst, is'c. 
 
 Now gallant Seamen I bid }'ou all adieu, 
 
 IVili hey, ^c. 
 This is the last Newes I can write to you, 
 
 To England's Coast from Barbarye. 
 
 1^2. The ^ Golden Vanity' 
 
 A SHIP I have got in the North Country 
 .And she goes by the name of the Golden Vanity^ 
 I fear she'll be taken by a Spanish Ga-la-lee, 
 As she sails by the Low-lands low. 
 
 To the Captain then upspake the little Cabin-boy, 
 He said, ' What is my fee, if the galley I destroy ? 
 The Spanish Ga-la-lee, if no more it shall anoy, 
 As you sail by the Low-lands low.' 
 
 ' Of silver and of gold I will give to you a store ; 
 And my pretty little daughter that dwelleth on the shore, 
 Of treasure and of fee as well, I'll give to thee galore, 
 As we sail by the Low-lands low.' 
 
 701 
 
THE 'GOLDEN VANITY^ 
 
 Then they low'd him up tight in a black bull's skin. 
 And he held all in his hand an augur sharp and thin, 
 And he swam until he came to the Spanish Gal-a-lin, 
 As she lay by the Low-lands low. 
 
 He boied with his augur, he bored once and twice, 
 And some were playing cards, and some were playing dice. 
 When the water flowed in it dazzled their eyes, 
 And she sank by the Low-lands low. 
 
 So the Cabin-boy did swim all to the larboard side, 
 Saying ' Captain ! take me in, I am drifting with the tide ! ' 
 ' I will shoot you ! I will kill you ! ' the cruel Captain cried, 
 ' You may sink by the Low-lands low.' 
 
 Then the Cabin-boy did swim all to the starboard side, 
 'Saying, 'Messmates, take me in, I am drifting with the tide!' 
 Then they laid him on the deck, and he closed his eyes 
 and died. 
 As they sailed by the Low-lands low. 
 
 They sew'd his body tight in an old cow's hide. 
 And they cast the gallant cabin-boy out over the ship side. 
 And left him without more ado to drift with the tide. 
 And to sink by the Low-lands low. 
 
ijS- John Dory 
 
 I 
 
 AS it fell on a holy-day, 
 ^"^And upon a holy-tide-a, 
 John Dory bought him an ambling nag, 
 To Paris for to ride-a. 
 11 
 And when John Dory to Paris was come, 
 
 A little before the gate-a, 
 John Dory was fitted, the porter was witted 
 To let him in thereat-a. 
 Ill 
 The first man that John Dory did meet 
 
 Was good King John of France-a ; 
 John Dory could well of his courtesie, 
 But fell downe in a trance-a. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' A pardon, a pardon, my liege and my king, 
 For my merry men and for me-a. 
 
 And all the churls in merry England, 
 I'le bring them all bound to thee-a.' 
 
 V 
 
 And Nichol was then a Cornish man, 
 
 A little beside Bohyde-a, 
 He niann'd him forth a good black barke. 
 
 With fifty good oars of a side-n. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Run up, my boy, unto the maine top, 
 And look what thou canst spy-a : ' 
 
 ' Who ho ! who ho ! a good ship I do see, 
 I trow it be John Dory-a.' 
 
JOHN DORY 
 
 VII 
 
 They hoist their sailes, both top and top, 
 The niizzen and all was tride-a, 
 
 And every man stood to his lot, 
 Whatever should betide-a. 
 
 VIII 
 
 The roring cannons then were plied. 
 And dub-a-dub went the drum-a ; 
 
 The braying trumpets loud they cried 
 To courage both all and some-a. 
 
 IX 
 
 The grappling-hooks were brought at length. 
 The brown bill and the sword-a, 
 
 John Dory at length, for all his strength. 
 Was clapt fast under board-a. 
 
 754, Willie Macintosh 
 
 I 
 
 TURN, Willie Macintosh, 
 Turn, I bid you ; 
 Gin ye burn Auchindown, 
 Huntly will head you.' — 
 II 
 ' Head me or hang me, 
 That canna fley me ; 
 I'll bum Auchindown 
 Ere the life lea' me.* 
 Ill 
 Coming down Deeside, 
 
 In a clear morning, 
 Auchindown was in flame, 
 Ere the cock-crawing. 
 704 
 
WILLIE MACINTOSH 
 
 IV 
 
 But coming o'er Cairn Ciooni, 
 And looking down, man^ 
 
 I saw Willie Macintosh 
 Burn Auchindown, man. 
 
 V 
 
 ' Bonnie Willie Macintosh, 
 Whare left ye your men ? ' — 
 
 ' I left them in the Stapler, 
 But they'll never come hame.' 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Bonny Willie Macintosh, 
 Whare now is your men ? ' — 
 
 ' I left them in the Stapler, 
 Sleeping in their sheen.' 
 
 iS^. The Bonnie House o* Airlie 
 I 
 
 IT fell on a day, and a bonnie simmer day, 
 When green grew aits and barley. 
 That there fell out a great dispute 
 Between Argyll and Airlie. 
 
 II 
 Argyll has raised an hunder men, 
 
 An hunder harness'd rarely, 
 And he 's awa' by the back of Dunkell, 
 
 To plunder the castle of Airlie. 
 
 ni 
 Lady Ogilvie looks o'er her bower-window. 
 
 And O but she looks warely ! 
 And there she spied the great Argyll, 
 
 Come to plunder the bonnie house of Airlie. 
 
 sheen] shoes. aits] oats. 
 
 1225 A a 70s 
 
THE BONNIE HOUSE O' AIRLIE 
 
 IV 
 
 ' Come down, come down, my Lady Ogilvie, 
 
 Come down and kiss me fairly.' — 
 ' O I winna kiss the fause Argyll, 
 
 If he shouldna leave a standing stane in Airlie.' 
 
 V 
 
 He hath taken her by the left shoulder, 
 Says, ' Dame, where lies thy dowry ? * — 
 
 ' O it 's east and west yon wan water side. 
 And it 's down by the banks of the Airlie.' 
 
 VI 
 
 They hae sought it up, they hae sought it down, 
 
 They hae sought it maist severely. 
 Till they fand it in the fair plum-tree 
 
 That shines on the bowling-green of Airlie, 
 
 VII 
 He hath taken her by the middle sae small, 
 
 And O but she grat sairly I 
 And laid her down by the bonnie burn-side, 
 
 Till they plunder'd the castle of Airlie. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Gif my gude lord war here this night. 
 
 As he is with King Charlie, 
 Neither you, nor ony ither Scottish lord. 
 
 Durst avow to the plundering of Airlie. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Gif my gude lord war now at hame, 
 
 And he is with his king. 
 There durst nae a Campbell in a' Argyll 
 
 Set fit on Airlie green. 
 
 grat] cried. fit] foot. 
 
 706 
 
THE BONNIE HOUSE O' AIRLIE 
 
 X 
 
 ' Ten bonnie sons I have borne unto him, 
 The eleventh ne'er saw his daddy ; 
 
 But though I had an hunder niair, 
 I'd gie them a' to King Charlie ! ' 
 
 zjtf. Johnnie of Cockerske 
 
 I 
 
 TOHNNIE rose up in a May morning, 
 I Call'd for water to wash his hands ; 
 Mjar loose to me the gude gray dogs, 
 That are bound wi' iron bands.' 
 II 
 When Johnnie's mother gat word o' that, 
 
 Her hands for dule she wrang ; 
 ' O Johnnie, for my benison, 
 To the greenwood dinna gang ! 
 Ill 
 ' Eneugli ye hae o' gude wheat bread, 
 And eneugh o' the blude-red wine ; 
 And therefore for nae venison, Johnnie, 
 I pray ye, stir frae hame. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' There are Seven For'sters at HIslinton side. 
 
 At Hislinton where they dwell, 
 And for ae drap o' thy heart's blude 
 
 They wad ride the fords o' hell.' 
 v 
 But Johnnie has buskit his gude bend-bow, 
 
 His arrows, ane by ane. 
 
 And he has gane to Durrisdeer 
 
 To ding the dun deer down. 
 
 707 
 
JOHNNIE OF COCKERSLEE 
 
 VI 
 
 He 's lookit east, and he 's lookit west, 
 
 And a little below the sun ; 
 And there he spied the dun deer lying 
 
 Aneath a buss o' broom, 
 vn 
 Johnnie he shot and the dun deer lap, 
 
 And he wounded her on the side ; 
 But atween the wood and the wan water 
 
 His hounds they laid her pride. 
 
 VIII 
 
 And Johnnie has brittled the deer sae well, 
 
 Had out her liver and lungs ; 
 And wj' these he has feasted his bluidy hounds 
 
 As if they had been Earl's sons. 
 
 IX 
 
 They ate sae much o' the venison, 
 
 And drank sae much o' the blude, 
 That Johnnie and his gude gray hounds 
 
 Fell asleep by yonder wood. 
 X 
 By there came a silly auld carle. 
 
 An ill death mote he die ! 
 And he 's awa' to Hislinton, 
 
 Where the Seven Foresters did lie. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Wh.it news, what news, ye gray-headed carle ? 
 
 What news .' come tell to me.' — 
 ' I bring nae news,' said the gray-headed carle, 
 
 ' But what these eyes did see. 
 
 buss] bush, clump. lap] leapt. brittled] ' broken ', cut 
 
 up venison. 
 ,708 
 
JOHNNIE OF COCKERSLEE 
 
 XII 
 
 ' High up in Braidislee, low down in Braidislee, 
 
 And under a buss 'o' scroggs, 
 The bonniest childe that ever I saw 
 
 Lay sleeping atween his dogs. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' The sark he had upon his back 
 
 It was o' the holland fine, 
 The doublet he had over that 
 
 It was o' the Lincoln twine. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' The buttons that were on iiis sleeve 
 
 Were o' the gowd sae gude ; 
 The twa gray dogs he lay atween, 
 
 Their mouths were dyed wi' blude. 
 
 XV 
 
 Then out and spak' the First Forester, 
 
 The head man owre them a' ; 
 ' If this be Johnnie o' Cockerslee 
 
 Nae nearer will we draw.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 But up and spak' the Sixth Forester, 
 
 (His sister's son was he,) 
 ' If this be Johnnie o' Cockerslee, 
 
 We soon shall gar him dee ! ' 
 
 XVQ 
 
 The first flight of arrows the Foresters shot, 
 
 They wounded him on the knee ; 
 And out and spak' the Seventh Forester, 
 
 'The next will gar him dee.' 
 
 scroggs] stunted, or scraggy, trees. twine] thread, texlure. 
 
 709 
 
JOHNNIE OF COCKERSLEE 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' O some they count ye well-wight men, 
 
 But I do count ye nane ; 
 For you might well ha' waken'd me, 
 
 And ask'd gin I wad be ta'en. 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' The wildest wolf in a' this wood 
 
 Wad no ha' done sae by me ; 
 She ha' wet her foot i' the wan water, 
 
 And sprinkled it owre my bree, 
 And if that wad not ha' waken'd me, 
 
 Wad ha' gone an' let me be. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' O bows of yew, if ye be true. 
 
 In London where ye were bought ; 
 
 And, silver strings, value me sma' things 
 Till I get this vengeance wrought ! 
 
 And, fingers five, get up belive : 
 And Manhood fail me nought ! 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Stand stout, stand stout, my noble dogs. 
 
 Stand stout and dinna flee ! 
 Stand fast, stand fast, my good gray hounds. 
 
 And we will gar them dee ! ' 
 
 XXII 
 
 Johnnie has set his back to an aik, 
 
 His foot against a stane. 
 And he has slain the Seven Foresters, 
 
 He has slain them a' but ane. 
 
 well-wight] sturdy, here brave. bree] brow. belive] 
 
 nimbly, at once. 
 710 
 
JOHNNIE OF COCKERSLEE 
 
 XXIII 
 
 He has broke three ribs in tliat ane's side, 
 
 But and his collar bane ; 
 He 's flung him twa-fald owre his steed, 
 
 Bade him carry the tidings hame . . . 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' Is there no a bird in a' this forest 
 
 Will do as mickle for me 
 As dip its wing in the wan water 
 
 And straik it on my e'e-bree ? 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' Is there no a bird in a' this forest 
 
 Can sing as 1 can say, — 
 Can flee away to my mother's bower 
 
 And tell to fetch Johnnie away ? ' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 The starling flew to her window-stane. 
 
 It whistled and it sang ; 
 And aye the owre-word o' the tune 
 
 Was, Johnnie tarries langi 
 
 XXVII 
 
 They made a rod o' the hazel-bush, 
 Another o' the slae-thorn tree. 
 
 And mony, mony were the men 
 At the fetching our Johnnie. 
 
 xxviu 
 Then out and spak' his auld mother. 
 
 And fast her tears did fa' : 
 ' Ye wadna be warn'd, my son Johnnie, 
 Frae the hunting to bide awa' !' 
 
 711 
 
JOHNNIE OF COCKERSLEE 
 
 XXIX 
 
 Now Johnnie's gude bend-bow is broke, 
 And his gude gray dogs are slain ; 
 
 And his body lies dead in Durrisdeer, 
 And his hunting it is done. 
 
 /j7. KJtimont Willie 
 
 I 
 
 OHAVE ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde ? 
 O have ye na heard o' the keen Lord Scroope > 
 How they hae ta'en bauld Kinmont Willie, 
 On Haribee to hang him up ? 
 II 
 Had Willie had but twenty men, 
 But twenty men as stout as he, 
 Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont ta'en, 
 Wi' eight score in his companie. 
 Ill 
 They band his legs beneath the steed, 
 
 They tied his hands behind his back ; 
 They guarded him, fivesome on each side, 
 And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack. 
 
 IV 
 
 They led him thro' the Liddel-rack, 
 
 And also thro' the Carlisle sands ; 
 They brought him in to Carlisle castell. 
 
 To be at my Lord Scroope's commands. 
 
 V 
 
 ' My hands are tied, but my tongue is free. 
 And whae will dare this deed avow ? 
 
 Or answer by the Border law ? 
 
 Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch ? ' — ■ 
 
 Liddel-rack] a ford on the Liddel. 
 712 
 
KINMONT WILLIE 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Now baud thytongue, thou rank reiver ! 
 
 There 's never a Scot shall set thee free : 
 Before ye cross my castle yate, 
 
 I trow ye shall take farewell o' me.' 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Fear na ye that, my lord,' quo' Willie : 
 
 ' By the faith o' my body, Lord Scroope,' he said, 
 
 ' I never yet lodged in a hostelrie 
 But I paid my lawing before I gaed.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 Now word is gane to the bauld Keeper, 
 In Branksonie Ha', where that he lay. 
 
 That Lord Scroope has ta'en the Kinmont Willie, 
 Between the hours of night and day. 
 
 IX 
 
 He has ta'en the table wi' his hand. 
 He garr'd the red wine spring on hie — 
 
 ' Now Christ's curse on my head,' he said, 
 ' But avenged of Lord Scroope I'll be 1 
 
 X 
 
 ' O is my basnet a widow's curch ? 
 
 Or my lance a wand of the willow-tree ? 
 Or my arm a ladye's lilye hand, 
 
 That an English lord should lightly me ! 
 
 XI 
 
 ' And have they ta'en him, Kinmont Willie, 
 
 Against the truce of Border tide ? 
 And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch 
 
 Is Keeper here on the Scottish side ? 
 
 lawing] reckoning, curch] kerchief, coif. lightly] 
 
 treat disrespectfully. 
 
 A a 3 7'3 
 
KINMONT WILLIE 
 
 XII 
 
 ' And have they e'en ta'en him, Kinmont Willie, 
 
 Withouten either dread or fear ? 
 And forgotten that the bauld Buccieuch 
 
 Can back a steed, or shake a spear ? ' 
 
 XIII 
 ' O were there war between the lands. 
 
 As well I wot that there is nane, 
 I would slight Carlisle castell high, 
 
 Though it were builded of marble stane. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' I would set that castell in a low. 
 And sloken it with English blood ! 
 
 There 's never a man in Cumberland 
 Should ken where Carlisle castell stood. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' But since nae war's between the lands, 
 And there is peace, and peace should be ; 
 
 I'll neither harm English lad or lass, 
 And yet the Kinmont freed shall be ! ' 
 
 XVI 
 
 He has call'd him forty Marchmen bauld, 
 I trow they were of his ain name. 
 
 Except Sir Gilbert Elliot, call'd 
 
 The Laird of Stobs, I mean the s-ame. 
 
 XVII 
 
 He has call'd him forty Marchmen bauldj - " 
 Were kinsmen to the bauld Buccieuch ; 
 
 With spur on heel, and splent on spauld. 
 And gleuves of greenj and feathers blue. 
 
 lojy] flame. ■■ splent] split, or overlapping armour. spauld] 
 shoulder, epaule. 
 
 714 
 
KINMONT WILLIE 
 
 XVIII 
 
 There were five and five before them a*, 
 Wi' hunting-horns and bugles bright : 
 
 And five and five came wi' Buccleuch, 
 Like Warden's men, array'd for fight. 
 
 And five and five, like a mason-gang, 
 That carried the ladders lang and hie ; 
 
 And five and five, like broken men ; 
 And so they reach'd the Woodhouselee. 
 
 XX 
 
 And as we cross'd the Bateable Land, 
 When to the English side we held, 
 
 The first o' men that we met wi', 
 Whae sould it be but fause Sakelde ? 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen .' ' 
 
 Quo' fause Sakelde ; ' come tell to me ! ' — 
 
 ' We go to hunt an English stag. 
 
 Has trespass'd on the Scots countrie.' 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' Where be ye gaun, ye marshal men i ' 
 
 Quo' fause Sakelde ; ' come tell me true ! ' — 
 
 ' We go to catch a rank reiver. 
 
 Has broken faith wi' the bauld Buccleuch.' 
 
 XXIII 
 ' Where be ye gaun, ye mason lads, 
 ; Wi' a' your ladders, lang and hie ? ' — 
 ' We gang to herry a corbie's nest. 
 That wons not far frae Woodhouselee.' — 
 
 Rateable Land] debateable land; a stretch of frontier between 
 the Solway Frith and Scots Dylce, claimed by both nations. 
 
 ?<5 
 
KINMONT WILLIE 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' Where be ye gaun, ye broken men ? ■" 
 
 Quo' fause Sakelde ; ' come tell to me ! ' — 
 Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band, 
 
 And the never a word of lear had he. 
 XXV 
 ' Wliy trespass ye on the English side ? 
 
 Row-footed outlaws, stand ! ' quo' he ; 
 The never a word had Dickie to say, 
 
 Sae he thrust the lance through his fause bodie. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 Then on we held for Carlisle toun. 
 
 And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we cross'd ; 
 The water was great and meikle of spate, 
 
 But the never a horse nor man we lost. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 And when we reach'd the Staneshaw-bank, 
 The wind was rising loud and hie ; 
 
 And there the Laird gar'd leave our steeds. 
 For fear that they should stamp and neigh. 
 
 xxvin 
 And when we left the Staneshaw-bank, 
 
 The wind began fu' loud to blaw ; 
 But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet. 
 
 When we came beneath the castle wa'. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 Wei crept on knees, and held our breath. 
 Till we placed the ladders against the wa' ; 
 
 And sae ready -was Buccleuch himsell 
 To mount the first before us a*. 
 
 lear] lore. row-footed] rough-footed. 
 
 ;i6 
 
KINMONT WILLIE 
 
 XXX 
 
 He has ta'en the watchman by the throat, 
 He flung him down upon the lead — 
 
 ' Had there not been peace between our lands, 
 Upon the other side thou hadst gaed ! — 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' Now sound out, trumpets ! ' quo' Buccleuch ; 
 
 ' Let 's waken Lord Scroope right merrilie ! ' 
 Then loud the Warden's trumpet blew — 
 
 ivha dare meddle lui' me? 
 
 XXXII 
 
 Then speedilie to wark we gaed, 
 
 And raised the slogan ane and a', 
 And cut a hole through a sheet of lead, 
 
 And so we wan to the castle ha'. 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 They thought King James and a' his men 
 Had won the house wi' bow and spear ; 
 
 It was but twenty Scots and ten, 
 That put a thousand in sic a stear ! 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 Wi' coulters, and wi' forehammers, 
 
 We gar'd the bars bang merrilie. 
 Until we came to the inner prison, 
 
 Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie. 
 
 XXXV 
 
 And when we cam to the lower prison. 
 Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie — 
 
 ' O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie, 
 Upon the morn that thou 's to die ? ' — 
 
 stear] stir, commotion. forehammers] sledge-hammers. 
 
 7'7 
 
KINMONT WILLIE 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 * O I sleep saft, and I wake aft ; 
 
 It 's lang since sleeping was fley'd frae me ! 
 Gie my service back to my wife and bairns, 
 
 And a' gude fellows that spier for me.' 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 The Red Rowan has hente him up, 
 The starkest man in Teviotdale — 
 
 ' Abide, abide now, Red Rowan, 
 
 Till of my Lord Scroope I take farewell. 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 'Farewell, farewell, my gude. Lord Scroope ! 
 
 My gude Lord Scroope, farewell ! ' he cried ; 
 ' I'll pay you for my lodging mail. 
 
 When first we meet on the Border side.' — 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 Then slioulder high, with shout and cry, 
 We bore him down the ladder lang ; 
 
 At every stride Red Rowan made, 
 
 I wot the Kinmont's aims play'd clang ! 
 
 XL 
 
 ' O mony a time,* quo' Kinmont Willie, 
 ' I have ridden horse baith wild and wood ; 
 
 But a rougher beast than Red Rowan 
 I ween my legs have ne'er bestrode. 
 
 XLI 
 
 ' And mony a time,' quo' Kinmont Willie, 
 ' I've prick'd a horse out ouve the furs ; 
 
 But since the day I back'd a steed, 
 I never wore sic cumbrous spurs ! ' 
 
 fley'd] scared. spier] inquire. mail] rent. wood] 
 
 mad. All's] furrows. 
 
 718 
 
KINMONT WILLIE 
 
 XLII 
 
 We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank 
 When a' the Carlisle bells were rung, 
 
 And a thousand men on horse and foof 
 Cam wi' the keen Lord Scroope along. 
 
 XLIII 
 
 Buccleuch has turn'd to Eden Water, 
 Even where it flow'd frae bank to brim, 
 
 And he has plunged in wi' a' his band. 
 
 And safely swam them through the stream. 
 
 XLIV 
 
 He turn'd him on the other side, 
 
 And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he ; 
 ' If ye like na my visit in merry England, 
 
 In fair Scotland come visit me ! ' 
 
 All sore astonish'd stood Lord Scroope, 
 He stood as still as rock of stane ; 
 
 He scarcely dared to trew his eyes, 
 
 When through the water they had gane. 
 
 XLVI 
 
 ' He is either himsell a devil frae hell. 
 Or else his mother a witch maun be ; 
 
 I wadna have ridden that wan water 
 For a' the gowd in Christentie.' 
 
 trew] trnst. 
 
 719 
 
isS. Jock d* the Side 
 
 I 
 
 NOW Liddesdale has ridden a raid, 
 But I wat they had better hae staid at hame ; 
 For Michael o' Winfield he is dead, 
 And Jock o' the Side is prisoner ta'en. 
 
 11 
 To Sybill o' the Side the tidings came ; 
 
 By the waterside there as she ran 
 She took her kirtle by the hem 
 
 And fast to Mangerton she 's gane. 
 
 Ill 
 Then up and spoke her Lord Mangerton — 
 
 ' What news, what news, my sister to me ? ' — 
 ' Bad news, bad news ! My Michael is slain ; 
 
 And they ha'e taken my son Johnie.' 
 
 IV 
 
 The lords they wrang their fingers white, 
 Ladyes did pull themsells by the hair, 
 
 Crying ' Alas and well-a-day ! 
 
 For Jock o' the Side we'll never see mair ! ' 
 
 V 
 
 — ' Ne'er fear, sister Sybill,' quo' Mangerton ; 
 
 ' I have yokes of ousen, eighty and three ; 
 My barns, my byres, and my faulds, a' weil fiU'd, 
 
 I'll part wi' them a' ere Johnie shall dee. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Three men I'll send to set him free, 
 Well harness'd a' wi' the best o' steel ; 
 
 The English louns may hear, and drie 
 The weight o' their braid-swords to feel. 
 720 
 
JOCK O' THE SIDE 
 
 VII 
 
 'The Laird's Jock ane, the Laird's Wat twa, 
 O Hobbie Noble, thou ane maun be ! 
 
 Thy coat is blue, thou hast been true, 
 Since England banish'd thee, to me,' 
 
 viti 
 Now Hobbie was an English man. 
 
 In Bewcastle dale was bred and born ; 
 But his misdeeds they were sae great, 
 
 They banish'd him ne'er to return. 
 
 IX 
 
 Lord Mangerton them orders gave, 
 
 ' Your horses the wrang way maun be shod, 
 
 Like gentlemen ye raauna seem. 
 
 But look like corn-caugers ga'en the road. 
 
 X 
 
 ' Your armour gude ye mauna shaw. 
 
 Nor yet appear like men o' war ; 
 As country lads be a' array'd, 
 
 Wi' branks and brecham on each mare.' 
 
 XI 
 
 Their horses are the wrang way shod, 
 
 And Hobbie has mounted his grey sae fine ; 
 
 Wat on his auld horse, Jock on his bey. 
 And on they rode for the water of Tyne. 
 
 XII 
 
 But when they came to Cholerton ford 
 
 They lighted down by the light o' the moon. 
 
 And a tree they cut, wi' nogs on each side, 
 To climb up the wa' of Newcastle toun. 
 
 com-cargers] com hucksters. branks] wooden halter, 
 
 brecbam] straw collar. 
 
JOCK O' THE SIDE 
 
 XIII 
 
 But when they cam to Newcastle toun, 
 
 And down were alighted at the wa', 
 They fand thair tree three ells ower laigh, 
 
 They fand their stick baith short and sma'. 
 
 XIV 
 
 Then up spake the Laird's ain Jock: 
 
 'There's naething for't; the gates we maun force.' — 
 But when they cam the gate until, 
 
 The porter withstood baith men and horse, 
 
 XV 
 
 His neck in twa the Armstrangs wrang ; 
 
 Wi' fute or hand he ne'er play'd pa ! 
 His life and his keys at anes they hae ta'en, 
 
 And cast the body ahint the wa'. 
 
 XVI 
 
 Now sune they reach Newcastle jail, 
 
 And to the prisoner thus they call : 
 ' Sleeps thou, wakes thou, Jock o' the Side, 
 
 Or art thou weary of thy thrall ? ' 
 
 XVII 
 
 Jock answers thus, wi' dolefu' tone: 
 
 ' Aft, aft I wake — I seldom sleep : 
 But whae's this kens my name sae weel, 
 
 And thus to mese my waes does seek ? ' — 
 
 xviii 
 Then out and spak the gude Laird's Jock, 
 
 ' Now fear ye na, my billie,' quo' he ; 
 ' For here are the Laird's Jock, the Laird's Wat, 
 
 And Hobbie Noble to set thee free.' — 
 
 laigh] low. pa] paw. mese] soothe. billie] comriide; 
 
 722 
 
JOCK 0' THE SIDE 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Now baud thy tongue, my gude Laird's Jock, 
 
 For ever, alas ! this canna be ; 
 For if a' Liddesdale were here the night, 
 
 The morn 's the day that I maun dee. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' Full fifteen stane o' Sjianish iron, 
 They liae laid a' right sair on me ; 
 
 Wi' locks and keys I am fast bound 
 In this dungeon dark and dreirie.' 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Fear ye na that,' quo' the Laird's Jock ; 
 
 ' A faint heart ne'er wan a fair ladie ; 
 Work thou within, we'll work without. 
 
 And I'll be sworn we'll set thee free.' 
 
 XXII 
 
 The first strong door that they cam at. 
 
 They loosed it without a key ; 
 The next chain'd door that they cam at, 
 
 They garr'd it a' to flinders flee. 
 
 xxiir 
 The prisoner now upon his back 
 
 The Laird's .lock has gotten up fu' hie; 
 And, aims and a', down the tolbooth stair, 
 
 Wi' nae snia' speed and joy brings he. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 'Now, Jock, my man,' quo' Hobbie Noble, 
 ' Some o' his weight ye may lay on me.' — 
 
 'I wat weel nol' quo' the Laird's ain Jock, 
 ' I count him lighter than a flee.' 
 
 tolbooth] gaol. 
 
JOCK 0' THE SIDE 
 
 XXV 
 
 Sae out at the gates they a' are gane, 
 The prisoner 's set on horseback hie ; 
 
 And now wi' speed they've ta'en the gate, 
 While ilk ane jokes fu' wantonlie : 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' O Jock ! sae winsomely ye sit, 
 Wi' baith your feet upon ae side ; 
 
 Sae weel ye're harneist, and sae trig, 
 In troth ye sit like ony bride ! ' 
 
 XXVII 
 
 The night, tho' wat, they did na mind, 
 
 But hied them on fu' merrilie, 
 Until they cam to Cholerton brae. 
 
 Where the water ran like mountains hie. 
 
 XXVIH 
 
 But when tliey cam to Cholerton ford. 
 There they met with an auld man ; 
 
 Says — ' Honest man, will the water ride ? 
 Tell us in haste, if that ye can.' — 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' I wat weel no,' quo' the gude auld man ; 
 
 ' I hae lived here thretty years and three ; 
 Nor man nor horse can go ower Tyne, 
 
 Except it were a horse of tree.' — 
 
 Then out and spoke the Laird's saft Wat, 
 The greatest coward in the companie : 
 
 ' Now halt, now halt ! we need na try't ; 
 The day is come we a' maun die ! ' — 
 
 1H 
 
JOCK O' THE SIDE 
 
 XXXI 
 
 'Puir faint-hearted thief!' cried the Laird's ain Jock, 
 . ' There'll nae man die but him that 's fie ; 
 I'll guide ye a' right safely thro' ; 
 Lift ye the pris'ner on ahint me.' 
 
 XXXII 
 
 Wi' that the water they hae ta'en, 
 
 By ane's and twa's they a' swam thro' ; 
 
 'Here are we a' safe,' quo' the Laird's Jock, 
 'And, puir faint Wat, what think ye now?' 
 
 XXXllI 
 
 They scarce the other brae had won, 
 
 When twenty men they saw pursue ; 
 Frae Newcastle toun they had been sent, 
 
 A' English lads baith stout and tiue. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 But when the Land-sergeant the water saw, 
 
 'It winna ride, my lads,' says he ; 
 Then cried aloud — ' The prisoner take, 
 
 But leave the fetters, I pray, to me ! ' 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' 1 wat weel no,' quo' the Laird's ain Jock, 
 ' I'll keep them, shoon to my mare to be : 
 
 My gude bay mare — for I am sure, 
 
 She has bought them a' right dear frae thee.'—- 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 Sae now they are on to Liddesdale, 
 
 E'en as fast as they could them hie ; 
 The prisoner is brought to his ain fireside,. 
 
 And there o' his aims they mak him free. 
 
 fie] fey, doomed. 
 
 7!>S 
 
JOCK O' THE SIDE 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' Now, Jock, my billie,' quo' a' the three, 
 ' The day is corned thou was to die ; 
 
 But thou 's as weel at thy ain ingle-side. 
 Now sitting, I think, 'twixt thee and me.' 
 
 i^p. Hobbie Noble 
 
 
 I 
 
 ■"OUL fa' the breast first treason bred in ! 
 That Liddesdale may safely say, 
 For in it there was baith meat and drink, 
 And corn unto our geldings gay. 
 II 
 We were stout-hearted men and true. 
 
 As England it did often say ; 
 But now we may turn our backs and fly, 
 Since brave Noble is seld away. 
 Ill 
 Now Hobbie he was an English man, 
 
 And born into Bewcastle dale, 
 But his misdeeds they were sae great, 
 They banish'd him to Liddesdale. 
 
 IV 
 
 At Kershope-foot the trysl was set, 
 
 Kershope of the lily lee ; 
 And there was traitour Sim o' the Mains, 
 
 With him a private companies 
 
 V 
 
 Then Hobbie has graith'd his body weel,. 
 
 I wat wi' baith good iron and steel ; 
 And he has puU'd out his fringed grey, 
 
 And-there, brave Hobbie, he rade him weel. 
 
 seld] sold. graith'd] clad in armour. fringed] long- 
 
 haired at fetlocks. 
 7a(3 
 
HOBBIE NOBLE 
 
 VI 
 
 Then Hobbie is down the water gane, 
 
 Even as fast as he may drie ; 
 Tho' they shou'd a' brusten and broken their hearts, 
 
 Frae that riding-tryst he would not be. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Wcel may ye be, my feiries five ! 
 
 And aye, what is your wills wi' me ? ' 
 Then they cryd a' wi' ae consent : 
 
 ' Thou'rt welcome here, brave Noble, to me. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Wilt thou with us into England ride ? 
 
 And thy safe-warrand we will be, 
 If we get a horse worth a hundred punds, 
 
 Upon his back that tliou shalt be.' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' I dare not with you into England ride. 
 The Land-sergeant has me at feid ; 
 
 I know not what evil may betide 
 
 For Peter of Whitfield his brother is dead. 
 
 X 
 
 ' And Antony Shiel he loves not me. 
 
 For I gat twa drifts of his sheep ; 
 The great Earl of Whitfield loves me not-, 
 
 For nae gear frae me he e'er could keep. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' But will ye stay till the day gae down, 
 Until the night come owre the grund. 
 
 And I'U-be a guide worth ony twa 
 That may in Liddesdale be found. 
 
 feiries] feres, comrades. feid] fend. 
 
 727 
 
HOBBIE NOBLE 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Tho' dark the night as pick and tar, 
 I'll guide ye owre yon hills sae hie, 
 
 And bring ye a' in safety back, 
 If you will be true and follow me.' 
 
 XIII 
 
 He has guided them owre moss and muir. 
 O'er hill and houp, and mony a down, 
 
 Til they came to the Foulbogshiel, 
 
 And there brave Noble he lighted down. 
 
 XIV 
 
 Then word is gane to the Land-sergeant, 
 In Askerton where that he lay : 
 
 ' The deer that ye hae hunted sae Jang 
 Is seen into the Waste this day.' — 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Then Hobbie Noble is that deer ; 
 
 I wat he carries the style fu' hie ! 
 Aft has he beat your slough-hounds back, 
 
 And set yourselves at little eie. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Gar warn the bows of Hartlie-burn, 
 See they sharp their arrows on the wa ! 
 
 Warn Willeva and Spear Edom, 
 And see the morn they meet me a'. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' Gar meet me on the Rodric-haugh, 
 
 And see it be by break o' day ; 
 And we will on to Conscouthart Green, 
 
 For there, I think, we'll get our prey.' 
 
 pick] pitch. houp] ' hope,' a hollow between two hill 
 
 slough-hounds] sleuth-hounds. eie] awe. 
 
 738 
 
HOBBIE NOBLE 
 
 XVIII 
 
 Then Hobbie Noble has dreamit a dream, 
 In the Foulbogshiel where that he lay ; 
 
 He thought his horse was aneath him shot, 
 And he himself got hard away. 
 
 XIX 
 
 The cocks could craw, and the day could daw'. 
 And I wat sae even down fell the rain ; 
 
 Had Hobbie na waken'd at that time, 
 
 In the Foulbogshiel he'd been ta'en or slain. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' Get up, get up, my feiries five. 
 For I wat here makes a fu' ill day ; 
 
 And the warst clock of this companie 
 I hope shall cross the Waste this day. 
 
 XXI 
 
 Now Hobbie thought the gates were clear, 
 
 But, ever alas ! it was not sae ; 
 They were beset wi' cruel men and keen, 
 
 That away brave Noble could not gae. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' Yet follow me, my feiries five, 
 And see of me ye keep good array ; 
 
 And the worst clock of this companie 
 I hope shall cross the Waste this day.' 
 
 xxm 
 There was heaps of men now Hobbie before. 
 
 And other heaps was him behin'. 
 That had he been wight as Wallace was 
 
 Away brave Noble he could not win. 
 
 clock] lame one, hobbler. 
 
 729 
 
HOBBIE NOBLE 
 
 XXIV 
 
 Then Hobbie he had but a laddie's sword, 
 But he did more than a laddie's deed ; 
 
 Till in the midst of Conscouthart Green, 
 He brake it o'er Jers-a-Wigham's head. 
 
 XXV 
 
 Now they have ta'en brave Hobbie Noble, 
 Wi' his ain bowstring they band him sJe; 
 
 And I wat his heart was neer sae sair 
 
 As when his ain five band him on the brae. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 They have ta'en him on for West Carlisle ; 
 
 They ask'd him if he kenn'd the way ; 
 Whate'er he thought, yet little he said ; 
 
 He knew that gate as well as they. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 They hae ta'en him up the Ricker-gate ; 
 
 The wives they cast their windows wide, 
 And ilka wife to anither can say, 
 
 ' That 's the man loos'd Jock o' the Side ! '—• 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' Fy on ye, women ! why ca' ye me man ? 
 
 For it 's nae man that I'm used like ; 
 I'm but like a forfoughen hound. 
 
 Has been fighting in a dirty syke.' 
 
 XXIX 
 
 Then they hae ta'en him up thro' Carlisle town, 
 And set him by the chimney-fire ; 
 
 They gave brave Noble a wheat loaf to eat, 
 And that was little his desire. 
 
 forfoughen] out-wearied. syke] ditch. 
 
 73" 
 
HOBBIE NOBLE 
 
 XXX 
 
 'J^hey gave him a wheaten loaf to eat 
 
 And after that a can of beer ; 
 Then they cried a', wi' ae consent, 
 
 ' Eat, brave Noble, and make good cheer ! 
 
 XXXI 
 ' Confess my lord's horse, Hobbie,' they say, 
 
 'And the morn in Carlisle thou'se no dee.' — 
 ' How shall I confess them ? ' Hobbie says, 
 
 ' For I never saw them with mine e'e.' 
 
 XXXII 
 
 Then Hobbie has sworn a fu' great aith, 
 By the day that he was gotten or born, 
 
 He never had onything o' my lord's 
 That either ate him grass or corn. 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' Now fare thee weel, sweet Mangerton ! 
 
 For I think again I'll ne'er thee see ; 
 1 wad betray nae lad alive, 
 
 For a' the gowd in Christentie. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 ' And fare thee well now, Liddesdale, 
 
 Baith the hie land and the law ! 
 Keep ye weel frae traitor Mains ! 
 
 For gowd and gear he'll sell ye a'. 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' I'd rather be ca'd Hobbie Noble, 
 
 In Carlisle, where he suffers for his faut. 
 
 Before I were ca'd the traitor Mains, 
 
 That eats and drinks o' the meal and maut.' 
 
 73' 
 
ijfo. Archie of Carvfield 
 
 I 
 
 AS I was a-walking mine alane, 
 i~\. It was by the dawning of the day, 
 I heard twa brithers make their mane, 
 And I listen'd weel what they did say. 
 
 II 
 The youngest to the eldest said : 
 
 ' BIythe and merrie how can we be ? 
 There were three brithren of us born, 
 
 And ane of us is condemn'd to die.' — 
 III 
 ' An ye wad be merrie, an ye wad be sad. 
 
 What the better wad billy Archie be ? 
 Unless I had thirty men to mysell, 
 
 And a' to ride in my companie. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' Ten to hald the horses' heads, 
 
 And other ten the watch to be. 
 And ten to break up the strong prison 
 
 Where billy Archie he does lie. 
 
 V 
 
 • Had I but thirty well-wight men. 
 Thirty o' the best in Christiantie, 
 
 I wad go on to fair Dumfries, 
 
 1 wad loose my brother and set him free.' 
 
 VI 
 
 Then up and spak him mettled John Ha' 
 (For leugh o' Liddesdale crackit he) : 
 
 ' An 1 had eleven men to mysell, 
 It 's aye the twalt man I wad be.' — 
 
 billy] brother, comrade. well-wight] stout, sturdy. For 
 lengh, etc.] He boasted to be of lower Liddesdale. ivxtto tXvat. 
 73^ 
 
ARCHIE OF CAWFIELD 
 
 VII 
 
 Then up bespak him coarse Ca'field, 
 (I wot and little gude worth was he) : 
 
 ' Thirty men is few anew, 
 
 And a to ride in our companie.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 There was horsing, horsing in haste, 
 
 And cracking of whips out owre the lee ; 
 
 Until they cam to the Murraywhat, 
 And they lighted there right speedilie. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' A smith ! a smith ! ' Dickie he cries, 
 ' A smith, a smith, right speedilie, 
 
 To turn back the caukers of our hprses' -shoon ! 
 For it 's unkensome we wad be. 
 
 X 
 
 ' There lives a smith on the water-side, 
 Will shoe my little black mare for me ; 
 
 And I've a crown in my pocket, 
 And every groat of it I wad gie.' — 
 
 XI 
 
 ' The night is mirk, and it 's very mirk, 
 And by candle-light I canna weel see ; 
 
 The night is mirk, and it 's very pit mirk, 
 
 And there will never a nail ca' right for me.' — 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Shame fa' you and your trade baith, 
 
 Canna beet a good fellow by your mysteiy •,» 
 
 Bxit leeze me on thee, my little black mare. 
 Thou 's worth thy weight in gold to me. 
 
 caukers] calkins. unkensome] unknown. beet] abet, aid. 
 mystery] craft. leeze me on] commend me to. 
 
 733 
 
ARCHIE OF CAWFIELD 
 
 XIII 
 
 There was horsing, horsing in haste, 
 
 And cracking of whips out owre the lee, 
 
 Until they came to the Bonshaw wood, 
 Where they held their council privately. 
 
 XIV 
 
 Some says, ' We'll gang the Annan road ; 
 
 It is the better road,' said they ; 
 But up bespake then Dicky Ha', 
 
 The wisest of that company : 
 
 XV 
 
 Says, ' Annan road 's a public road, 
 It 's no the road that makes for me ; 
 
 But we will through at the Hoddam ford. 
 It is the better road,' quo' he. 
 
 XVI 
 
 There was horsing, horsing in haste, 
 And crackin' of whips out owre the lee ; 
 
 Until they cam to Dumfries port. 
 
 And they lighted there right speedilie. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' There 's five of us will hold the horse, 
 And other five will watchmen be: 
 
 But wha 's the man among ye a', 
 
 Will gae to the tolbooth door wi' me ? ' — 
 
 XVIII 
 
 O up then spak him mettled John Ha', 
 (For leugh o' Liddesdale crackit he) : 
 
 ' If it should cost my life this very night, 
 I'll gae to the tolbooth door wi' thee.' — 
 
 port] gate. tolbooth] gaol. 
 
 73+ 
 
ARCHIE OF CAWFIELD 
 
 XIX • 
 ' Be of gude cheir, now, Archie, lad ! 
 
 Be of gude cheir, now, dear billie ! 
 Work thou within, and we without. 
 
 And the morn thou'se dine at Ca'field wi' me ! ' 
 
 Jockie Ha' stepp'd to the door, 
 
 And he bended low back on his knee. 
 
 And he made the bolts that the door hang on, 
 Loup frae the wa' right wantoniie. 
 
 XXI 
 
 He took the prisoner on his back, 
 
 And down the tolbooth stair cam he ; 
 
 The black mare stood ready at the door, 
 I wot a foot ne'er stirred she. 
 
 They laid the links out owre her neck. 
 And that was her gold twist to be ; 
 
 And they cam doun thro' Dumfries toun. 
 And wow but they cam speedilie. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 The live-lang night these twelve men rade. 
 And aye till they were right wearie. 
 
 Until they cam to the Murraywhat, 
 And they lighted there right speedilie. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' A smith ! a smith ! ' then Dickie he cries, 
 ' A smith, a smith, right speedilie. 
 
 To file the irons frae my dear brither ! 
 For foiward, forward we wad be.' — 
 
 73S 
 
ARCHIE OF CAWFIELD 
 
 XXV 
 
 They hadna filed a shackle of iron, 
 A shackle of iron but barely three, 
 
 When out and spak young Simon brave : 
 ' O dinna you see what I do see ? 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' Lo ! yonder comes Lieutenant Gordon, 
 Wi' a hundred men in his companie ; 
 
 This night will be our lyke-wake night, 
 The morn the day we a' maun die.' — - 
 
 XXVII 
 
 O there was mounting, mounting in haste, 
 And cracking of whips out owre the lee ; 
 
 Until they cam to Annan water. 
 And it was flowing like the sea. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' My mare is young 3nd very skeigh, 
 
 And in o' the weil she will drown me ! ' — 
 ' But ye'll take, mine, and I'll take thine. 
 
 And sune through the water we sail be.' 
 XXIX 
 Then up and spak him coarse Ca'field 
 
 (I wot and little gude worth was he), 
 ' We had better Jose ane than lose a' the lave ; 
 
 We'll lose the prisoner, we'll gae free.' — 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' Shame fa' you and your lands baith 1 
 
 Wad ye e'en your lands to your born billy ? 
 
 But hey ! bear up, my bonnie black mare. 
 And yet thro' the water we sail be.' — 
 
 skeigh] shy. weil] eddy. lave] rest. e'en] ever 
 
 count as equal. 
 
 736 
 
ARCHIE OF CAWFIELD 
 
 Now they did swim tiiat-%van water, 
 And wow but they swam bonnilie ! 
 
 Until they cam to the other side, 
 
 And they wrang their cloathes right drunkily. 
 
 'Come thro', come thro', Lieutenant Gordon ! 
 
 Come thro' and drink some wine wi' me ! 
 For there is an ale-house here hard by. 
 
 And it shall not cost thee ae penny.' — 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' Tluow me my irons,' quo' Lieutenant Gordon ; 
 
 ' I wot they cost me dear eneugh.' — 
 ' The shame a ma,' quo' mettled John Ha', 
 
 'They'll be gude shackles to my pleugh.' — 
 
 'Come thro', come thro', Lieutenant Gordon! 
 
 Come thro' and drink some wine wi' me ! 
 Yestreen I was your prisoner. 
 
 But now this morning am I free.' 
 t 
 
 shame a ma] devil a bit. 
 
 1225 
 
 B b 737 
 
i^i- Jamie Telfer in the Fair Dodhead 
 
 I 
 
 IT fell about the Martinmas tyde, 
 When our Border steeds get corn and hay, 
 The Captain of Bewcastle bound him to ryde, 
 And he 's ower to Tividale to drive a prey. 
 11 
 The first ae guide that they met wi', 
 
 It was high up in Hardhaughswire ; 
 The second guide that they met wi', , 
 
 It was laigh down in Borthwick water. 
 Ill 
 ' What tidings, what tidings, my trusty guide ? ' — 
 
 ' Nae tidings, nae tidings, I hae to thee ; 
 But gin ye'll gae to the fair Dodhead, 
 Mony a cow's cauf I'll let thee see.' 
 
 IV 
 
 And when they cam to the fair Dodhead, 
 
 Right hastily they clam the peel ; 
 They loosed the kye out, ane and a'. 
 
 And ranshackled the house right weel. 
 
 V 
 
 Now .lamie Telfer's heart was sair. 
 
 The tear aye rowing in his ee ; 
 He pled wi' the Captain to hae his gear. 
 
 Or else revenged he wad be. 
 
 The Captain turned him round and leugh ; 
 
 Said — ' Man, there 's naething in thy house. 
 But ae auld sword without a sheath, 
 
 That hardly now would fell a mouse.' 
 
 laigh] low. peel] stronghold, keep. rowing] rolling. 
 
 738 
 
JAMIE TELFER IN THE FAIR DODHEAD 
 
 VII 
 
 The sun wasna up, but the moon was down, 
 It was the gryming of a new-fa'n snaw, 
 
 Jamie Telfer has run ten oiyles a-foot, 
 
 Between the Dodhead and the Stobs's Ha'. 
 
 VIII 
 
 And when he cam to the fail- tower-yate, 
 
 He shouted loud, and cried weel hie, 
 Till out bespak auld Gibby Elliot — 
 t ' Whae 's this that brings the fraye to me ? ' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' It 's I, Jamie Telfer in the fair Dodhead, 
 
 And a harried man I think I be ! 
 There 's naething left at the fair Dodhead, 
 
 But a waefu' wife and bairnies three.' 
 
 X 
 
 ' Gae seek your succour at Branksome Ha', 
 For succour ye'se get nane frae me ! 
 
 Gae seek your succour where ye paid black-mail, 
 For, man, ye ne'er paid money to me,' — 
 
 XI 
 
 Jamie has turned him round about, 
 
 I wat the tear blindeU his ee — 
 ' I'll ne'er pay mail to Elliot again, 
 
 And the fair Dodhead I'll never see. 
 
 x» 
 ' My hounds may a' rin masterless, 
 
 My hawks may fly frae tree to tree. 
 My lord may grip my vassal lands, 
 
 For there again maun I never be 1 — 
 
 gryming] sprinkling. fraye] fright, alarm. 
 
 7.W 
 
JAMIE TELFER IN THE FAIR DODHEAD 
 
 XIII 
 
 He has turn'd him to the Tiviot-side^ 
 
 E'en as fast as he could diie, . 
 Till he cam to the Coultart Cleugh, 
 
 And there he shouted baith loud and hie. 
 
 XIV 
 
 Then up bespak him auld Jock Grieve, 
 
 ' Whae 's this that brings the fraye to me ? ' — 
 
 ' It 's I, Jamie Telfer in the fair Dodhead, 
 A harried man I trow 1 be. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' There 's naething left in the fair Dodhead, 
 But a greeting wife and bairnies three. 
 
 And sax poor ca's stand in the sta', 
 A' routing loud for their minnie.' — 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Alack a wae ! ' quo' auld Jock Grieve, 
 ' Alack ! my heart is sair for thee ! 
 
 For I was married on the elder sister, 
 And you on the youngest of a' the three.' 
 
 XVII 
 
 Then he has ta'en out a bonny black. 
 Was right weel fed with corn and hay,- 
 
 And he 's set Jamie Telfer on his back. 
 To the Catslockhill to tak the fraye. 
 
 .^iii 
 And whan he cam to the Catslockhill, 
 
 He shouted loud, and cried weel hie, 
 Till out and spak him William's Wat, 
 
 * O whae 's this brings the fraye to me ? ' — 
 
 ca's] calves. minnie] mother. 
 
 740 
 
JAMIE TELFER IN THE FAIR DODHEAD 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' It 's 1, Jamie Tejfer in the fair Dodhead, 
 
 A harried man I think I be ! 
 The Captain of Bewcastle has driven my gear ; 
 
 For God's sake rise, and succour me ! ' — 
 
 XX 
 
 ' Alas for wae ! ' quoth William's Wat, 
 
 ' Alack, for thee my heart is sair ! 
 I never cam by the fair Dodhead, 
 
 That ever I fand thy basket bare.' 
 
 XXI 
 
 He 's set his twa sons on coal-black steeds, 
 
 Himsell upon a freckled gray, 
 And they are on wi' Jamie Telfer, 
 
 To Branksome Ha' to tak the fraye. 
 
 xxa 
 And when they cam to Branksome Ha', 
 
 They shouted a' baith loud and hie, 
 Till up and spak him auld Buccleuch, 
 
 Said, ' Whae 's this brings the fraye to me ? ' — 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' It 's I, Jamie Telfer in the fair Dodhead, 
 
 And a harried man I think I be ! 
 There 's nought left in the fair Dodhead, 
 
 But a greeting wife and bairnies three.' — 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' Alack for wae ! ' quoth the gude auld lord, 
 ' And ever my heart is wae for thee ! 
 
 But fye gar cry on Willie, my son, 
 
 And see that he come to me speedilie ! 
 
 741 
 
JAMIE TELFER IN THE FAIR DODHEAE 
 
 XXV 
 ' Gar warn the water, biaid and wide, 
 
 Gar warn it sune and hastiiie ! 
 Tliey that winna ride for Telfer's kye. 
 
 Let them never look in the face o' me ! 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' Warn Wat o' Harden, and his sons, 
 Wi' them will Borthwick Water ride ; 
 
 Warn Gaudilands, and Allanhaugh, 
 And Gilmanscleugh, and Commonside. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' Ride by the gate at Priesthaughswire, 
 
 And warn the Currors o' the Lee ; 
 As ye cum down the Hermitage Slack, 
 
 Warn doughty Willie o' Gorrinberry.' 
 
 xxvm 
 
 The Scotts they rade, the Scotts they ran, 
 
 Sae starkly and sae steadilie ! 
 And aye the ower-word o' the thrang 
 
 Was — ' Rise for Branksome readilie ! ' 
 xxix 
 The gear was dri\;en the Frostylee up, 
 
 Frae the Frostylee unto the plain. 
 Whan Willie has look'd his men before, 
 
 And saw the kye right fast drivand. 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' Whae drives thir kye ? ' 'gan Willie say, 
 ' To make an outspeckle o' me ? ' — 
 
 ' It 's I, the Captain o' Bewcastle, Willie; 
 I winna layne my name for thee.' — 
 
 warn the water] raise the C17 along the waterside. ontspeckle] 
 laughing-stock. layne] lie, falsen. 
 
 74» 
 
JAMIE TELFER IN THE FAIR DODHEAD 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' will ye let Telfer's kye gae back ? 
 
 Or will ye do aught for regard o' me ? 
 Or, by the faith of my body,' quo' Willie Scott, 
 
 ' I'se ware my dame's cauf skin on thee ! ' — 
 xxxn 
 ' I winna let the kye gae back, 
 
 Neither for thy love, nor yet thy fear ; 
 But I will drive Jamie Telfer's kye. 
 
 In spite of every Scott that's here.' — 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 ' Set on them, lads ! ' quo' Willie than ; 
 
 ' Fye, lads, set on them cruellie ! 
 For ere they win to the Ritterford, 
 
 Mony a toom saddle there sail be ! ' 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 Then till 't they gaed wi' heart and hand, 
 The blows fell thick as bickering hail ; 
 
 And mony a horse ran masterless, 
 And mony a comely cheek was pale. 
 
 XXXV 
 
 But Willie was stricken ower the head, 
 
 And thro' the knapscap the sword has gane ; 
 
 And Harden grat for very rage. 
 
 Whan Willie on the grund lay slane. 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 But he 's ta'en aff his gude steel cap, 
 And thrice he 's waved it in the air — 
 
 The Dinlay snaw was ne'er mair white 
 Nor the lyart locks of Harden's hair. 
 
 ware, &c.] spend, use my mother's calf-skin whip. toom] 
 
 empty. till 't] to it. knapscap] headpiece. grat] wept, 
 lyart] grizzled. 
 
 743 
 
JAMIE TEL FEU IN THE FAIR DODHEAI 
 
 ' Revenge ! revenge ! ' auld Wat 'gan cry ; 
 
 ' Fye, lads, lay on them cruellie ! 
 We'll ne'er see Tiviot-side again, 
 
 Or Willie's death revenged sail be.' 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 O mony a horse ran masterless, 
 
 The splinter'd lances flew on hie ; 
 But or they wan to the Kershope ford. 
 
 The Scotts had gotten the victory. 
 
 xxxix 
 John o' Brigham there was slane. 
 
 And John o' Barlow, as I heard say ; 
 And thirty mae o' the Captain's men 
 
 Lay bleeding on the grund that day. 
 
 XL 
 
 The Captain was run through the thick of the thigh, 
 And broken was his right leg-bane ; 
 
 If he had lived this hundred years, 
 
 He had never been loved by woman again. 
 
 XLI 
 
 ' Hae back the kye ! ' the Captain said ; 
 
 ' Dear kye, I trow, to some they be ! 
 For gin I suld live a hundred years, 
 
 There will ne'er fair lady smile on me.' 
 
 XLII 
 
 Then word is gane to the Captain's bride. 
 Even in the bower where that she lay, 
 
 That her lord was prisoner in enemy's land. 
 Since into Tividale he had led the way. 
 744 
 
"' JAMIE TELFER IN THE FAIR DODHEAD 
 
 XLUI 
 
 ' I wad lourd have had a winding-sheet, 
 And helped to put it ower his head, 
 
 Ere he had been disgraced by the Border Scot, 
 Whan he ower Liddel his men did lead ! ' 
 
 XLIV 
 
 There was a wild gallant amang us a', 
 His name was Watty wi' the Wudspurs, 
 
 Cried — ' On for his house in Stanegirthside, 
 If ony man will ride with us ! ' 
 
 XLV 
 
 When they cam to the Stanegirthside, 
 They dang wi' trees, and burst the door ; 
 
 They loosed out a' the Captain's kye. 
 And set them forth our lads before. 
 
 XL VI 
 
 There was an auld wyfe ayont the fire, 
 
 A wee bit o' the Captain's kin — 
 ' Whae dar loose out the Captain's kye. 
 
 Or answer to him and his men ? — 
 
 XLVII 
 
 ' It 's I, Watty Wudspurs, loose the kye, 
 
 I winna layne my name frae thee ! 
 And I will loose out the Captain's kye. 
 
 In scorn of a' his men and he. 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 Whan they cam to the fair Dodhead, 
 They were a wellcum sight to see ! 
 For instead of his ain ten milk kye, 
 Jamie Telfer has gotten thirty and three, 
 lourd] liefer, rather. wudspurs] hotspur, or madspnr. 
 
 B b 3 745 
 
JAMIE TELFEll IN THE FAIR DODHEAL 
 
 XLIX 
 
 And hf has paid the rescue shot, 
 Baith wi' gowd and white monie ; 
 
 And at the burial o' Willie Scott, 
 I wat was mony a weeping e'e. 
 
 142. Dick 0' the Cow 
 
 I 
 
 Now Liddesdale has lain lang in, 
 There is na ryding there at a' ; 
 The horses are a' grown sae lither fat, 
 They downa stir out o' the sta'. 
 
 II 
 Fair Johnie Armstiong to Willie did say — 
 
 ' Billie, a-ryding then will we ; 
 England and us have been lang at feid ; 
 
 Aiblins we'll light on some bootie.' — 
 
 III 
 Tiien they're come on to Hutton Ha' ; 
 
 They rade that proper place about. 
 But the laird he was the wiser man, 
 
 For he had left nae gear without : 
 
 IV 
 
 For he had left nae gear to steal. 
 
 Except sax sheep upon a lea : 
 Quo' Johnie — ' I'd rather in England die, 
 
 Ere thir sax sheep gae to Liddesdale wi' me. 
 
 ryding] raiding. lither] /lere an adverb, vilely. aiblins 
 
 perchance. 
 746 
 
DICK O' THE COW 
 
 V. 
 ' But how ca' they the man we last met, 
 
 BilUe, as we cam owre the know ? ' — 
 ' That same he Is an innocent fule, 
 
 And men they call him Dick o' the Cow.' 
 
 VI 
 
 ■• That fule has three as good kye o' his ain, 
 As there are in a' Cumberland, billie,' quo' he. 
 
 ' Betide me life, betide me death, 
 These kye shall go to Liddesdale wi' me.' 
 
 VII 
 
 Then they're come on to the pure fule's house, 
 And they hae broken his wa's sae wide ; 
 
 They have loosed out Dick o' the Cow 's three kye, 
 And ta'en three co'erlets off his wife's bed. 
 
 VIII 
 
 Then on the porn when the day grew light, 
 The shouts and cries raise loud and hie : 
 
 ' baud thy tongue, my wife,' he says, 
 ' And o' thy crying let me be ! 
 
 IX 
 
 ' baud thy tongue, my wife,' he says, 
 
 ' And o' thy crying let me be ; 
 And aye where thou hast lost ae cow. 
 
 In gude sooth I shall bring thee three.' 
 
 X 
 
 Now Dickie 's gane to the gude Lord Scroope, 
 
 And I wat a dreirie fule was he ; 
 ' Now baud thy tongue, my fule,' he says-, 
 
 ' For Tmay not stand to jest wi' thee.' 
 
 know] knop of the hill. 
 
 747 
 
DICK O' THE COW 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Shame fa' your jesting, my lord ! ' quo' Dickie, 
 
 ' For nae sic jesting grees wi' me ; 
 Liddesdale 's been in my house last night, 
 
 And they hae awa' my three kye frae me. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' But I may nae langer in Cumberland dwell. 
 To be your puir fule and your leal, 
 
 Unless you gie me leave, my lord, 
 To gae to Liddesdale and steal.' — 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' 1 gie thee leave, my fule ! ' he says ; 
 
 ' Thou speakest against my honour and me. 
 Unless thou gie me thy troth and thy hand, 
 
 Thou'lt steal frae nane but wha sta' frae thee.' — 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' There is my troth, and my right hand ! 
 
 My head shall hang on Hairibee ; 
 I'll never cross Carlisle sands again, 
 
 If 1 steal frae a man but wha sta' frae me.' 
 
 XV 
 
 Dickie 's ta'en leave o' lord and master ; 
 
 I wat a merry fule was he ! 
 He s bought a bridle and a pair o' new spurs, 
 
 And packed them up in his breek thie. 
 
 XVI 
 
 Then Dickie 's come on to Puddingburn house, 
 
 Even as fast as he might dree : 
 Then Dickie 's come on to Puddingburn, 
 
 Where there were thirty Armstrangs and three. 
 
 Hairibee] the place of execution at Carlisle. breek thie 
 
 thigh-pocket of his breeches. dree] last, endure. 
 
 748 
 
DICK O' THE COW 
 
 xvn 
 ' what 's this come o' me now ? ' quo' Dickie ; 
 
 ' What mickle wae is this ? ' quo' he ; 
 ' For here is but ae innocent fule, 
 
 And there are thirty Armstrangs and three !' 
 xvni 
 Yet he has come up to the fair ha' board, 
 
 Sae well he became his courtesie ! 
 ' Well may ye be, my gude Laird's Jock ! 
 
 But the deil bless a' your companie. 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' I'm come to plain o' your man, Johnie Armstrang, 
 And syne o' his billie Willie,' quo' he ; 
 
 ' How they hae been in my house last night. 
 And they hae ta'en my three kye frae nie.' — 
 
 XX 
 
 'Ha!' quo' Johnie Armstrang, 'we will him hang.' 
 — 'Na,' quo' Willie, 'we'll him slae.'— 
 
 Then up and spak another young Armstrang, 
 ' We'll gie him his batts, and let him gae.' 
 
 XXI 
 
 But up and spak the gude Laird's Jock, 
 
 The best in a' the companie, 
 ' Sit down thy ways a little while, Dickie, 
 
 And a piece o' thy ain cow's hough I'll gie ye.' 
 
 XXII 
 
 But Dickie's heart it grew sae grit. 
 That the ne'er a bit o't he dought to eat — 
 
 Then he was aware of an auld peat-house, 
 Where a' the night he thought for to sleep. 
 
 plain] complain. batts] beating. grit] great, i.e. 
 
 his heart swelled so. donght to] could. 
 
 749 
 
DICK O' THE COW 
 
 •xxnr 
 Tlien Dickie was ware of an auld peat-house, 
 
 Where a' the night he thought for to lye — 
 And a' the prayers the puir fule pray'd, 
 
 Were, '1 wish I liad mends for my gude three kye! 
 
 XXIV 
 
 It was then the use of Puddingburn house, 
 And the house of Mangerton, all hail, 
 
 Them that cam na at the first ca', 
 Gat nae niair meat till the neist meal. 
 
 XXV 
 
 The lads, that hungry and weary were, 
 Abune the door-head they threw the key ; 
 
 Dickie he took gude notice o' that. 
 
 Says — ' There will be a bootie for me.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 Then Dickie has into the stable gane, 
 
 Where there stood thirty horses and three; 
 
 He has tied them a' wi' St. Mary's knot, 
 A' these horses but barely three. 
 
 XXVII _ 
 
 He has tied them a' wi' St. Mary's knot, 
 
 A' these horses but barely three ; 
 He 's loupen on ane, ta'en another in hand, 
 
 And out at the door is gane Dickie. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 But on the morn, when the day grew light. 
 The shouts and cries raise loud and hie. 
 
 ' Ah ! wha has done this ? ' quo' the gude Laird's Jocli 
 ' Tell me the truth and the verity ! 
 
 mends] amends. tied wi' St. Mary's knot] hamstrung. 
 
 750 
 
DICK O' THE COW 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' Wha has done this deed ? ' quo' the glide' Laird's Jock; 
 
 ' See that to me ye dinna lee ! ' — 
 ' Dickie has been in the stable last night, 
 
 And my brother's horse and mine's frae me.' — 
 
 XXX 
 
 'Ye wad ne'er be tauld,' quo' the gude Laird's Jock ; 
 
 ' Have ye not found my tales fu' leil ? 
 Ye nevei' wad out o' England bide, 
 
 Till crooked and blind and a' would steal.' — 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' But lend me thy bay,' fair Johnie can say ; 
 
 ' There 's nae horse loose in the stable save he ; 
 And I'll either fetch Dick o' the Cow again. 
 
 Or the day is come that he shall dee.' — 
 
 XXXII 
 
 ' To lend thee my bay ! ' the Laird's Jock 'gan say ; 
 
 ' He 's baith worth gowd and gude monie : 
 Dick o' the Cow has awa' twa horse : 
 
 I wish na thou may make him three.' 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 He has ta'en the laird's jack on his back, 
 A twa-handed sword to hang by his thie ; 
 
 He has ta'en a steel cap on his head. 
 And on he is to follow Dickie. 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 Dickie was na a mile aff the town, 
 
 I wat a mile but barely three. 
 When he was o'erta'en by Johnie Armstrong, 
 
 Hand for hand, on Cannobie lee, 
 
 jack] short coat-of-mail. 
 
 75 '■ 
 
DICK O' THE COW 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' Abide, abide, thou traitour thiefe ! 
 
 The day is come that thou maun dee ! ' 
 Then Dickie look't ower his left shoulder, 
 
 — -'Johnie, hast thou nae mae in thy companie? 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 • There is a preacher in our chapell, 
 
 And a' the lee-lang day teaches he : 
 When day is gane and night is come, 
 
 There 's ne'er a word I mark but three. 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' The first and second is — Faith and Conscience ; 
 
 The third — Johnie, take heed o thee ! 
 But, Johnie, what faith and conscience was thine. 
 
 When thou took awa' my three kye frae me ? 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 ' And when thou had ta'en awa' my three kye. 
 Thou thought in thy heart thou wast no well sped. 
 
 Till thou sent thy billie owre the know. 
 
 To tak three co'erlets off my wife's bed ! ' — 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 Then Johnie let a spear fa' laigh by his thie, 
 Thought weel to hae run the innocent through, 
 
 But the powers above were mair than he, 
 
 For he ran but the pure fule's jerkin through. 
 
 XL 
 
 Together they ran, or ever they blan ; 
 
 This was Dickie the fule and he ! 
 Dickie couldna win at him wi' the blade o' the sword, 
 
 But fell'd him wi' the plummet under the ee. 
 
 laigh] low. blan] checked, stopped. plummet] 
 
 pommel. 
 
 752 
 
DICK O' THE COW 
 
 XLI 
 
 Thus Dickie has fell'd fair Johnie Armstrong, 
 The prettiest man in the south country : 
 
 ' Gramercy ! ' then 'gan Dickie say, 
 
 ' I had but twa horse, thou hast made me three ! ' 
 
 XLII 
 
 He 's ta'en the laird's jack afF Johnie's back, 
 
 The twa-handed sword that hung low by his thie ; 
 
 He 's ta'en the steel cap aff his head — 
 ' Johnie, I'll tell that I met wi' thee.' 
 
 XLIU 
 
 When Johnie waken'd out o' his dream, 
 
 I wat a dreirie man was he : 
 ' And is thou gane ? Now, Dickie, than 
 
 The shame and dule is left wi' me. 
 
 ' And is thou gane ? Now, Dickie, than 
 
 The deil gae in thy companie ! 
 For if I should live these hundred years, 
 
 I ne'er shall fight wi' a fule after thee.' 
 
 XLV 
 
 Then Dickie's come hame to the gude Lord Scroope, 
 
 E'en as fast as he might hie ; 
 ' Now, Dickie, I'll neither eat nor drink. 
 
 Till hie hanged that thou shalt be.' — 
 
 .XLVI 
 
 ' The shame speed the liars, my lord ! ' quo' Dickie ; 
 
 ' This was na the promise ye made to me ! 
 For I'd ne'er gang to Liddesdale to steal, 
 
 Had I not got my leave frae thee.' — 
 
 753 
 
DICK O' THE COW 
 
 ' But what gar'd thee steal the Laird's Jock's horse ? 
 
 And, limmer, what gar'd ye steal him ? ' quo' he ; 
 ' For lang thou niightst in Cumberland dwelt 
 
 Or the Laird's Jock had stown aught frae thee.' — 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 ' Indeed I wat ye lied, my lord I 
 
 And e'en sae loud as I hear ye lie ! 
 I wan the horse frae fair Johnie Armstrang, 
 
 Hand to hand, on Cannobie lee. 
 
 ' There is the jack was on his back ; 
 
 This twa-handed sword hung laigh by his thie ; 
 And there 's the steel cap was on his head ; 
 
 I brought a' these tokens to let thee see.' — 
 
 L 
 
 ' If that be true thou to me tells 
 
 (And I think thou dares na tell me a lee), 
 
 I'll gie thee fifteen punds for the horse, 
 Well tauld on thy cloak lap they shall be. 
 
 Ll- 
 ' I'll gie thee ane o' my best milk kye. 
 
 To maintain thy wife and children three ; 
 And that may be as gude, I think. 
 
 As ony twa o' thine wad be.' — • 
 
 LH 
 
 ' The shame speed the liars, my lord ! ' quo' Dickie ; 
 
 ' Trow ye aye to make a fule o' me ? 
 I'll either hae twenty punds for the gude horse, 
 
 Or he 's gae to Mortan Fair wi' me.' 
 
 75+ 
 
DICK O' THE COW 
 
 He 's'gi'en him twenty punds for the gude horse, 
 
 A' in the goud and gude nionie ; 
 He 's gi'en him ane o' his best milk kye, 
 
 To maintain his wife and children tliree. 
 
 LIV 
 
 Then Dickie 's come down thro' Carlisle toim, 
 
 E'en as fast as he could drie : 
 The first o' men that he met wi' 
 
 Was my Lord's brother, Bailiff Glozenburrie, 
 
 LV 
 
 * Weil be ye met, my gude Ralph Scroope ! ' — 
 ' Welcome, my brother's fule ! ' quo' he ; 
 
 ' Where didst thou get Johnie Armstrang's horse ? '- 
 'Where did I get him, but steal him,' quo' he. 
 
 LVI 
 
 ' But wilt thou sell me the bonny horse ? 
 
 And, billie, wilt thou sell him to me ? ' quo' he. — 
 ' Ay ; if thou'lt tell me the monie on my cloak lap : 
 
 For there 's never ae penny I'll trust thee.' — 
 
 LVII 
 
 ' I'll gie thee ten punds for the gude horse, 
 Weil tauld on thy cloak lap they shall be ; 
 
 And I'll gie thee ane o' the best milk kye. 
 To maintain thy wife and children three.' — 
 
 LVIII 
 
 ' The shame speed the liars, my lord ! ' quo' Dickie ; 
 
 ' Trow ye aye to make a fule o' me ! 
 I'll cither hae twenty punds for the gude horse, 
 
 Or he 's gae to Mortan Fair wi' me.' — 
 
 75S 
 
DICK O' THE COW 
 
 LIX 
 
 He 's gl'en him twenty punds for the gude horse, 
 
 Eaith in goud and gude monie ; 
 He 's gi'en him ane o' his milk kye, 
 
 To maintain his wife and children three. 
 
 LX 
 Then Dickie lap a loup fu' hie, 
 
 And I wat a loud laugh laughed he : 
 ' I wish the neck o' the third horse was broken. 
 
 If ony of the twa were better than he !' 
 
 Then Dickie 's come hame to his wife again ; 
 
 Judge ye how the puir fule had sped ! 
 He has gi'en her twa score English punds. 
 
 For the three auld co'erlets ta'en afF her bed. 
 
 ' And tak thee these twa as gude kye, 
 
 I trow, as a' thy three might be ; 
 And yet here is a white-footed nag, 
 
 I trow he'll carry baith thee and me. 
 
 LXIII 
 
 ' But I may nae langer in Cumberland bide ; 
 
 The Armstrangs they would hang me hie.' — 
 So Dickie 's ta'en leave at lord and master. 
 
 And at Burgh under Stanmuir dwells Dickie. 
 
 lap a loup] leapt a leap. 
 
 756 
 
14-3 ■ Hughie the Graeme 
 
 I 
 
 GUDE Lord Scroope 's to the hunting gane, 
 He has ridden o'er moss and muir ; 
 And he has grippit Hughie the Graeme, 
 For stealing o' the Bishop's mare. 
 
 II 
 'Now, good Lord Scroope, this may not be! 
 
 H we hangs a broadsword by my side; 
 And if that thou canst conquer me. 
 
 The matter it may soon be tryed.' — 
 
 HI 
 ' I ne'er was afraid of a traitor thief ; 
 
 Although thy name be Hughie the Graeme, 
 I'll make thee repent thee of thy deeds. 
 
 If God but grant me life and time.' — 
 
 IV 
 
 ' Then do your worst now, good Lord Scroope, 
 And deal your blows as hard as you can ! 
 
 It shall be tried within an hour, 
 Which of us two is the better man.' — 
 
 V 
 
 But as they were dealing their blows so free, 
 
 And both so bloody at the time. 
 Over the moss came ten yeomen so tall. 
 
 All for to take brave Hughie the Graeme. 
 
 VI 
 
 Then they hae grippit Hughie the Graeme, 
 And brought him up through Carlisle town : 
 
 The lasses and lads stood on the walls, 
 Crying, 'Hughie the Graeme, thou'se ne'er gae down!' 
 
 757 
 
HUGHIE THE GRAEME 
 
 VII 
 
 Then tliey hae chosen a jury of men, 
 Tlie best that were iri Carlisle town ; 
 
 And twelve of them cried out at once, 
 
 'Hughie the Graeme, thou must gae down : ' 
 
 VJII 
 
 Then up bespak him gude Lord Hume, 
 
 As he sat by the judge's knee ; 
 ' Twenty white owsen, my gude lord. 
 
 If you'll grant Hughie the Graeme to me.'^ 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O no, O no, my gude Lord Hume ! 
 
 For sooth and sae it mauna be ; 
 For, were there but three Graemes of the name. 
 
 They suld be hanged a' for me.' — 
 
 X 
 
 'Twas up and spake the gude Lady Hume, 
 
 As she sat by the judge's knee ; 
 ' A peck of white pennies, my gude lord judge. 
 
 If you'll grant Hughie the Graeme to me !' — 
 
 XI 
 
 ' O no, O no, my gude Lady Hume, 
 
 Forsooth and so it must na be ; 
 Were he but the one Graeme of the name, 
 
 He suld be hanged high for me.' — 
 
 XII 
 
 ' If I be guilty,' said Hughie the Graeme, 
 ' Of me my friends shall have small talk ' ; 
 
 And he 's louped fifteen feet and three. 
 
 Though his hands they were tied behind his back. 
 
 758 
 
HUGH IE THE GRAEME 
 
 He looked over his left shoulder, 
 And for to see what he might see ; 
 
 There was he aware of his auld father, 
 Came tearing his hair most piteouslie. 
 
 ' O hald your tongue, my father,' he says, 
 ' And see that ye dinna weep for me ! 
 
 For they may ravish me o' my life. 
 
 But they canna banish me fro' Heaven hie. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Here, Johnie Armstrang, take thou ray sword, 
 That is made o' the metal sae fine ; 
 
 And when thou comest to the English side, 
 Remember the death of Hughie the Graeme.' 
 
 144. The Lechmaben Harper 
 I 
 
 O HEARD ye na o' the silly blind Harper, 
 How long he lived in Lochmaben town ? 
 And how he wad gang to fair England, 
 To steal King Henry's Wanton Brown ? 
 
 II 
 But first he gaed to his gude wyfe, 
 
 Wi' a' the haste that he could thole — 
 ' This wark,' quo' he, ' will ne'er gae weel, 
 
 Without a mare that has a foal.' — 
 
 % 
 
 thole] suffer, be capable of. 
 
 759 
 
THE LOCHMABEN HARPER 
 
 III 
 Quo' she, ' Thou hast a gude gray mare, 
 
 That'll rin o'er hills baith laigh and hie ; 
 Sae set thee on the gray mare's back, 
 
 And leave the foal at hame \vi' me.' 
 
 IV 
 
 So he is up to England gane, 
 And even as fast as he can hie ; 
 
 And when he cam to Carlisle gate, 
 
 O whae was there but the King Henrye ? 
 
 V 
 
 ' Come into my hall, thou silly blind Harper, 
 And of thy harping let me hear ! ' — 
 
 ' O, by my sooth,' quo' the silly blind Harper, 
 ' I'd rather hae stabling for my mare.' 
 
 VI 
 The King look'd ower his left shoulder, 
 
 And said unto his stable groom ; 
 ' Gae take the silly blind Harper's mare, 
 
 And tie her beside my Wanton Brown.' 
 
 VII 
 
 Then aye he harpit, and aye he carpit, 
 Till a' the lordlings footed the floor ; 
 
 They thought the music was sae sweet. 
 They had nae mind o' the stable door. 
 
 vin 
 And aye he harpit, and aye he carpit. 
 
 Till a' the nobles were fast asleep ; 
 Then quietly he took aff his shoon, 
 
 And saftly down the stair did creep. 
 
 laigh] low. carpit] sang, recited. 
 
 760 
 
THE LOCHMABEN HARPER 
 
 IX 
 
 Syne to the stable door he hied, 
 
 Wi' tread as light as light could be ; 
 
 And when he open'd and gaed in, 
 
 There he fand thirty steeds and three. 
 
 X 
 
 He took a colt halter frae his hose, 
 And o' his purpose he didna fail ; 
 
 He slipt it owre the Wanton's nose, 
 And tied it to his gray mare's tail. 
 
 XI 
 
 He turn'd them loose at the castle gate, 
 Owre muir and moss and ilka dale ; 
 
 And she ne'er let the Wanton bait, 
 But kept him still gaun to her tail. 
 
 XII 
 
 The mare she was right swift o' foot. 
 She didna fail to find the way ; 
 
 For she was at Lochmaben gate 
 Fu' lang three hours before the day. 
 
 xm 
 When she came to the Harper's door, 
 
 There she gave mony a nicker and sneer— 
 ' Rise up,' quo' the wife, ' thou lazy lass ; 
 
 Let in thy master and his mare ! ' 
 
 XIV 
 
 Then up she rose, put on her clothes. 
 And keekit out through the lock-hole — 
 
 ' O ! by my sooth,' then cried the lass, 
 ' Our mare has gotten a braw brown foal ! ' 
 
 nicker and sneer] whinny and snort. 
 
 761 
 
THE LOCHMABEN HARPER 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Come haud thy tongue, thou foolish lass ! 
 
 The moon 's but glancing in your ee. 
 I'll wad my hail fee against a groat, 
 
 He 's bigger than e'er our foal will be.' 
 
 XVI 
 
 Now all this while in merry Carlisle 
 
 The Harper harpit to hie and law ; 
 And the fiend dought they do but listen him to, 
 
 Until that the day began to daw. 
 
 XVII 
 
 But on the morn at fair daylight, 
 
 When they had ended a' their cheer, 
 
 Behold the Wanton Brown was gane. 
 And eke the poor blind Harper's mare ! 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' Allace ! allace ! ' quo' the silly blind Harper, 
 
 ' And ever allace that I cam here ! 
 Tn Scotland I've tint a braw colt-foal, 
 
 In England they've stown my gude gray mare ! '— 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Come ! cease thy allacing, thou silly blind Harjjer, 
 And again of thy harping let us hear ; 
 
 And weel paid sail thy colt-foal be. 
 And thou sail have a far better mare.' 
 
 XX 
 
 Then aye he harpit, and aye ke cai-pit ; 
 
 Sae sweet were the harpings he let them hear ! 
 He was paid for the foal he had never lost, 
 
 And three times ower for the gude gray mare. 
 
 wad my hail fee] bet my whole wages. fiend dought they do] 
 the deuce could they do. 
 762 
 
74f • The Fire of Frendraught 
 I 
 
 THE eighteenth of October, 
 A dismal tale to hear 
 How good Lord John and Rothlemay 
 Was both burnt in the fire. 
 II 
 When steeds was saddled and well bridled, 
 
 And ready for to ride, 
 Then out it came her false Frendraught, 
 Inviting tlieni to bide. 
 Ill 
 Said, ' Stay this night untill we sup, 
 
 The morn untill we dine ; 
 'Twill be a token of good greement 
 'Twixt your good lord and mine.' 
 
 IV 
 
 ' We'll turn again,' said good Lord John ; 
 
 ' But no,' said Rothiemay, 
 ' My steed 's trapan'd, my bridle 's broken, 
 
 I fear the day I'm fey.' 
 
 V 
 
 When mass was sung, and bells was rung, 
 
 And all men bound for bed. 
 Then good Lord John and Rothiemay 
 
 In one chamber was laid. 
 
 VI 
 
 They had not long cast off their cloaths. 
 
 And were but now asleep, 
 When the weary smoke began to rise, 
 Likewise the scorching heat, 
 trapan'd] tampered with. fey] doomed, having my fate 
 
 m me. 
 
 763 
 
THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT 
 
 VII 
 
 ' O waken, waken, Rothiemay ! 
 
 O waken, brother dear ! 
 And turn you to our Saviour ; 
 
 There is strong treason here.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 When they were dressed in their cloaths, 
 
 And ready for to boun, 
 The doors and windows was all secur'd, 
 
 The roof-tree burning down. 
 
 IX 
 
 He did hira to the wire-window. 
 
 As fast as he could gang ; 
 Says, Wae to the hands put in the stancheons ! 
 
 For out we'll never win. 
 
 X 
 
 When' he stood at the wire-window, 
 
 Most doleful to be seen. 
 He did espy her Lady Frendraught, 
 
 Who stood upon the green. 
 
 XI 
 
 Cried, ' Mercy, mercy. Lady Frendraught ! 
 
 Will ye not sink with sin ? 
 For first your husband killed my father, 
 
 And now you burn his son.' 
 
 XII 
 
 O then out spoke her Lady Frendraught, 
 
 And loudly did she cry ; 
 'It were great pity for good Lord John, 
 
 But none for Rothiemay ; 
 But the keys are casten in the deep draw-well, 
 
 Ye cannot get away.' 
 
 wire- window] grated window. 
 764 
 
THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT 
 
 xin 
 While he stood in this dreadful plight, 
 
 Most piteous to be seen, 
 There called out his servant Gordon, 
 
 As he had frantic been : 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' O loup, O loup, my dear master ! 
 
 O loup and come to me ! 
 I'll catch you in my arms twa, 
 
 One foot I will not flee. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' loup, O loup, my dear master ! 
 
 loup and come away ! 
 
 I'll catch you in my arms twa, 
 But Rothiemay may lie.' — 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' The fish shall never swim in the flood, 
 Nor corn grow through the clay, 
 
 Nor the fiercest fire that ever was kindled 
 Twin me and Rothiemay. 
 
 XVII 
 ' But I cannot loup, I cannot come, 
 
 1 cannot win to thee ; 
 
 My head 's fast in the wire-window, 
 My feet burning from me. 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' My eyes are seething in my head. 
 
 My flesh roasting also. 
 My bowels are boiling with my blood ; 
 
 Is not that a woeful woe .' 
 
 twin] part. 
 
 76s 
 
THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Take here the rings from my white fingers, 
 
 That are so long and small, 
 And give them to my lady fair. 
 
 Where she sits in her hall. 
 
 XX 
 
 ' So I cannot loup, 1 cannot come, 
 
 1 cannot loup to thee ; 
 My earthly part is all consumed, 
 
 My spirit but speaks to thee.' 
 
 XXI 
 
 Wringing her hands, tearing her hair. 
 
 His lady she was seen. 
 And thus address'd his servant Gordon, 
 
 Where he stood on the green. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' O wae be to you, Geoige Gordon 1 
 
 An ill death may you die ! 
 So safe and sound as you stand there, 
 
 And my lord bereaved for me ! ' — 
 
 xxui 
 ' I bad him loup, I bad iiim come, 
 
 I bad him loup to me ; 
 I'd catch him in my arms twa, 
 
 A foot I should not flee. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' He threw me the rings from his white fingers, 
 
 Which were so long and small, 
 To give to you, his lady fair, 
 
 Where you sat in your hall.' 
 766 
 
THE EIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT 
 
 XXV 
 
 Sophia Hay, Sophia Hay, 
 
 O bonny Sophia was her name. 
 Her waiting maid put on her cloaths. 
 
 But I wot she tore them ofF again ! 
 
 XXVI 
 
 And aft she cried, ' Ohon ! alas ! 
 
 A sair heart 's ill to win ; 
 I wan a sair heart when I married him. 
 
 And to-day it's return'd again.' 
 
 1^6. The Death of Parcy 'R^ed 
 I 
 
 GOD send the land deliverance 
 Frae every reaving, riding Scot ; 
 We'll sune hae neither cow nor ewe. 
 We'll sune hae neither staig nor stot. 
 
 II 
 The outlaws come frae Liddesdale, 
 
 They herry Redesdale far and near ; 
 The rich man's gelding it maun gang. 
 
 They canna pass the puir man's mare. 
 
 Ill 
 Sure it were weel, had ilka thief 
 
 Around his neck a halter Strang ; 
 And curses heavy may they light 
 
 On traitors vile oursels amang ! 
 
 Sophia Hay] wife of Lord John [Gordon], burned in this fire. 
 She had jilted the young lord of Tolquhon to marry him, which 
 explains Ihe allusion in the last stanza. stot] steer. 
 
 767 
 
THE DEATH OF PARCY REED 
 
 IV 
 Now Parcy Reed has Crosier taen, 
 
 He has delivered him to the law ; 
 But Crosier says he'll do waur than that, 
 
 He'll make the tower o' Troughend fa'. 
 V 
 And Crosier says he will do waur, 
 
 He will do waur if waur can be ; 
 He'll make the bairns a' fatherless, 
 
 And then, the land it may lie lee. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' To the hunting, ho ! ' cried Parcy Reed, 
 ' The morning sun is on the dew. ; 
 
 The cauler breeze frae off the fells 
 Will lead the dogs to the quarry true. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' To the hunting, ho ! ' cried Parcy Reed, 
 And to the hunting he has gane ; 
 
 And the three fause Ha's o' Girsonsfield 
 Alang wi' him he has them taen. 
 
 VIII 
 
 They hunted high, they hunted low. 
 By heathery hill and birken shaw ; 
 
 They raised a buck on Rooken Edge, 
 And blew the mort at fair Ealylawe 
 
 IX 
 
 They hunted high, they hunted low, 
 They made the echoes ring amain ; 
 
 With music sweet o' horn and hound, 
 They merry made fair Redesdale glen. 
 
 mort] death of the deer. 
 768 
 
THE DEATH OF PARCY REED 
 
 They hunted high, they hunted low, 
 They hunted up, they hunted down, 
 
 Until the day was past the prime, 
 And it grew late m the afternoon. 
 
 They hunted high In Batinghope, 
 When as the sun was sinking low ; 
 
 Says Parcy then, ' Ca' off the dogs. 
 
 We'll bait our steeds and homeward go.' 
 
 XII 
 They lighted high in Batinghope, 
 
 Atween the brown and benty ground ; 
 They had but rested a little while 
 
 Till Parcy Reed was sleeping sound. 
 
 xin 
 There 's nane may lean on a rotten staff, 
 
 But him that risks to get a fa' ; 
 There 's nane may in a traitor trust, 
 
 And traitors black were every Ha'. 
 
 XIV 
 
 They've stown the bridle off his steed. 
 And they've put water in his lang gun ; 
 
 They've fixed his sword within the sheath 
 That out again it winna come. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' Awaken ye, waken ye, Parcy Reed, 
 
 Or by your enemies be ta'en ! 
 For yonder are the five Crosiers 
 
 A-coming owre the Hingin-stane ! ' — 
 IMS c c 769 
 
THE DEATH OF PARCY REED 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' If they be five, and we be four, 
 Sae that ye stand alang wi' me. 
 
 Then every man ye will take one. 
 And only leave but two to me : 
 
 We will them meet as braye men ought. 
 And make them either fight or flee.' — 
 
 ' We mayna stand, we canna stand, 
 We daurna stand alang wi' thee ; 
 
 The Crosiers haud thee at a feud, 
 
 And they wad kill baith thee and we.'- 
 
 ' O turn thee, turn thee, Johnie Ha', 
 
 turn thee, man, and fight wi' me ; 
 When ye come to Troughend again, 
 
 My gude black naig I will gie thee ; 
 He cost full twenty pound o' gowd, 
 Atween my brother John and me.' — 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' I mayna turn, I canna turn, 
 
 1 daurna turn and fight wi' thee ; 
 The Crosiers haud thee at a feud. 
 
 And they wad kill baith thee and me.'- 
 
 ' O turn thee, turn thee, Willie Ha', 
 O turn thee, man, and fight wi' me ; 
 
 When ye come to Troughend again, 
 A yoke o' owsen I'll gie thee.' — 
 
 776 
 
THE DEATH OF PARCY REED 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' I mayna turn, I canna turn, 
 I daurna turn and fight wi' thee ; 
 
 The Crosiers haud thee at a feud, 
 
 And they wad kill baith thee and me.' — 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' O turn thee, turn thee, Tommy Ha', 
 
 turn now, man, and fight wi' me ; 
 If ever we come to Troughend again. 
 
 My daughter Jean I'll gie to thee.' — 
 
 xxni 
 'I mayna turn, I canna turn, 
 
 1 daurna turn and fight wi' thee ; 
 The Crosiers haud thee at a feud, 
 
 And they wad kill baith thee and me.' — 
 
 XXIV 
 
 ' shame upon ye, traitors a' ! 
 
 I wish your hames ye may never see ; 
 Ye've stown the bridle off my naig, 
 
 And I can neither fight nor flee. 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' Ye've stown the bridle off my naig, 
 And ye've put water i' my lang gun ; 
 
 Ye've fixed my sword within the sheath 
 That out again it winna come.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 He had but time to cross himsel', 
 A, prayer he hadna time to say, 
 
 Till round him came the Crosiers keen, 
 All riding graith'd and in array. 
 
 graith'd] harnessed, in armour. 
 
 771 
 
THE DEATH OF PARCY REED 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' Weel met, weel met, now, Farcy Reed, 
 Thou art the very man we sought ; 
 
 Owre lang hae we been in your debt, 
 Now will we pay you as we ought. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' We'll pay thee at the nearest tree. 
 
 Where we shall hang thee like a hound.' — 
 
 Brave Parcy rais'd his fankit sword. 
 And fell'd the foremost to the ground. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 Alake, and wae for Parcy Reed ! 
 
 Alake, he was an unarmed man ! 
 Four weapons pierced him all at once, 
 
 As they assail'd him there and than. 
 
 XXX 
 
 They fell upon him all at once. 
 They mangled him most cruellie ; 
 
 The slightest wound might caused his deid, 
 And they hae gi'en him thirty-three; 
 
 They hackit off his hands and feet, 
 And left him lying on the lee. 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' Now, Parcy Reed, we've paid our debt. 
 
 Ye canna weel dispute the tale,' 
 The Crosiers said, and off they rade ; 
 
 They rade the airt o' Liddesdale. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 It was the hour o' gloaming gray. 
 
 When herds come in frae fauld and pen ; 
 
 A herd he saw a huntsman lie, 
 
 Says he, ' Can this be .Laird Troughen' ? '- 
 
 fankit] entangled. airt] direction. 
 
 772 
 
THE DEATH OF PARCY REED 
 
 xxxiir 
 ' There 's some will ca' me Parcy Reed, 
 
 And some will ca' me Laird Troughen' ; 
 It 's little matter what they ca' me, 
 
 My faes hae made me ill to ken. 
 
 xxxiv 
 ' There 's some will ca' me Parcy Reed, 
 
 And speak my praise in tower and town ; 
 It 's little matter what they do now, 
 
 My life-blood rudds the heather brown. 
 
 XXXV 
 
 ' There 's some will ca' me Parcy Reed, 
 And a' my virtues say and sing ; 
 
 I would much rather have just now 
 A draught o' water frae the spring.' 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 The herd flung afF his clouted shoon 
 And to the nearest fountain ran ; 
 
 He made his bonnet serve a cup. 
 
 And wan the blessing o' the dying man. 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' Now, honest herd, ye maun do mair. 
 Ye maun do mair, as I you tell ; 
 
 Ye maun bear tidings to Troughend, 
 And bear likewise my last farewell. 
 
 XXXVIII 
 
 ' A farewell to my wedded wife, 
 A farewell to my brother John, 
 
 Wha sits into the Troughend tower 
 Wi' heart as black as any stone. 
 
 773 
 
THE DEATH OF PARCY REED 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 ' A farewell to my daughter Jean, 
 A farewell to my young sons five ; 
 
 Had they been at their father's hand, 
 I had this night been man alive. 
 
 XL 
 
 ' A farewell to my followers a'. 
 
 And a' my neighbours gude at need ; 
 
 Bid them think how the treacherous Ha's 
 Betrayed the life o' Parcy Reed. 
 
 XLI 
 
 ' The laird o' Clennel bears my 6ow, 
 The laird o' Brandon bears my brand ; 
 
 Whene'er they ride i' the Border-side, 
 
 They'll mind the fate o' the laird Troughend.' 
 
 147. Baby Livingston 
 
 I 
 
 O BONNY Baby Livingston 
 Went forth to view the hay, 
 And by it came him Glenlyon, 
 Sta' bonny Baby away. 
 II 
 O first he 's ta'en her silken coat. 
 
 And neist her satten gown. 
 Syne row'd her in a tartan plaid, 
 And hap'd her roim' and roun'. 
 Ill 
 He has set her upon his steed 
 
 And roundly rode away, 
 And ne'er loot her look back again 
 The live-long summer's day. 
 
 row'd] wrapped. 
 774 
 
BABY LIVINGSTON 
 
 IV 
 
 He 's carried her o'er hills and muirs 
 Till they came to a Highland glen, 
 
 And there he 's met his brother John, 
 With twenty armed men. 
 
 V 
 
 O there were cows, and there were ewes, 
 
 And lasses milking there ! 
 But Baby ne'er ance look'd about. 
 
 Her heart was fiU'd wi' care. 
 
 VI 
 
 Glenlyon took her in his arms, 
 And kiss'd her, cheek and chin ; 
 
 Says, ' I'd gie a' these cows and ewes 
 But ae kind look to win.' — 
 
 VII 
 
 ' O ae kind look ye ne'er shall get, 
 
 Nor win a smile frae me, 
 Unless to me you'll favour shew. 
 
 And take me to Dundee.' — 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Dundee, Baby ? Dundee, Baby ? 
 
 Dundee you ne'er shall see 
 Till I've carried you to Glenlyon 
 
 And have my bride made thee. 
 
 ' We'll stay a while at Auchingour, 
 And get sweet milk and cheese. 
 
 And syne we'll gang to Glenlyon, 
 And there live at our ease.' — 
 
 775 
 
BABY LIVINGSTON 
 
 X 
 
 ' I winna stay at Auchingour, 
 Nor eat sweet milk and cheese, 
 
 Nor go with thee to Glenlyon, 
 For there I'll ne'er find ease.' 
 
 XI 
 
 Then out it spake his brother John, 
 
 ' O were I in your place, 
 I'd take that ladyhame again, 
 
 For a' her bonny face. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Commend me to the lass that 's kind, 
 
 Tho' na so gently born ; 
 And, gin her heart I coudna gain, 
 
 To take her hand I'd scorn.' — 
 
 xm 
 ' O haud your tongue now, John,' he says, 
 
 ' You wis na what you say ; 
 For 1 have lo'ed that bonny face 
 
 This twelve month and a day. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' And the' I've lo'ed her lang and sair, 
 
 A smile I ne'er cou'd win ; 
 Yet what I've got ance in my power 
 
 To keep I think nae sin.' 
 
 XV 
 
 When they came to Glenlyon Castle, 
 
 They lighted at the yate, 
 And out it came his sisters three, 
 
 Wha did them kindly greet. 
 776 
 
BABY LIVINGSTON 
 
 XVI 
 
 they've ta'en Baby by the hands 
 And led her o'er the green, 
 
 And ilka lady spake a word, 
 But bonny Baby spake nane. 
 
 xvn . 
 Then out it spake her bonny Jean, 
 
 The youngest o' the three ; 
 ' O lady, dinna look sae sad, 
 
 But tell your grief to me.' — 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' O wherefore should I tell my grief, 
 
 Since lax I canna find ? 
 I'm stown frae a' my kin and friends, 
 
 And my love I left behind. 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' But had I paper, pen, and ink. 
 Before that it were day, 
 
 1 yet might get a letter sent 
 
 In time to Johny Hay.' 
 
 XX 
 
 O she 's got paper, pen, and ink. 
 And candle that she might see. 
 
 And she has written a broad letter 
 To Johny at Dundee. 
 
 XXI 
 And she has gotten a bonny boy. 
 
 That was baith swift and Strang, 
 Wi' philabeg and bonnet blue, 
 
 Her errand for to gang. 
 
 lax] relief. 
 C C 3 777 
 
BABY LIVINGSTON 
 
 ' O boy, gin ye'd my blessing win 
 
 And help me in my need, 
 Run wi' this letter to my love, 
 
 And bid him come wi' speed. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ' And here 's a chain of good red gowd, 
 And gowden guineas three, 
 
 And when you've well your errand done, 
 You'll get them for your fee,' 
 
 XXIV 
 
 The boy he ran o'er hill and dale, 
 
 Fast as a bird cou'd flee. 
 And ere the sun was twa hours height 
 
 The boy was at Dundee. 
 
 XXV 
 And when he came to Johny's door 
 
 He knocked loud and sair ; 
 Then Johny to the window came. 
 
 And loudly cry'd, ' Wha 's there ? '— 
 
 XXVI 
 
 ' O here 's a letter I have brought. 
 Which ye maun quickly read. 
 
 And, gin ye wou'd your lady save. 
 Gang back wi' me wi' speed.' 
 
 XXVII 
 
 O when he had the letter read, 
 
 An angry man was he ; 
 He says, ' Glenlyon, thou shalt rue 
 
 This deed of villany ! 
 778 
 
BABY LIVINGSTON 
 
 XXVIII, 
 
 ' Woe be to thee, Glenlyon ! ' he says, 
 ' An ill death may thou dee ! 
 
 Thou micht hae ta'en anither woman, 
 And let ray lady be. 
 
 XXIX 
 
 ' O saddle to me the black, the black, 
 
 O saddle to me the brown, 
 O saddle to me the swiftest steed 
 
 That e'er rade frae the town. 
 
 XXX 
 
 ' And arm ye well, my merry men a', 
 
 And follow me to the glen. 
 For I vow I'll neither eat nor sleep 
 
 Till I get my love again.' 
 
 XXXI 
 
 He 's mounted on a milk-white steed, 
 
 The boy upon a gray, 
 And they got to Glenlyon's castle 
 
 About the close of day. 
 
 XXXII 
 
 As Baby at her window stood, 
 The west wind saft did bla' ; 
 
 She heard her Johny's well-kent voice 
 Beneath the castle wa'. 
 
 xxxin 
 ' O Baby, haste, the windovir jump ! 
 
 I'll kep you in my arm ; 
 My merry men a' are at the yate. 
 
 To rescue you frae harm.' 
 
 779 
 
BABY LIVINGSTON 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 She 's to the window fixt her sheets 
 
 And slipped safely down, 
 And Johny catch'd her in his arms, 
 
 Ne'er loot her touch tihe ground, 
 
 XX XV 
 
 She 's mounted on her Johny's horse, 
 
 Fu' blithely can she say, — 
 ' Glenlyon, you hae lost your bride ! 
 
 She'safFwi' Johny Hay!' 
 
 XXXVI 
 
 Glenlyon and his brother John 
 
 Were birling in the ha', 
 When they heard Johny's bridle ringj 
 
 As fast he rade awa'. - 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 ' Rise, Jock ! gang out and meet the priest, 
 
 I hear his bridle ring ! 
 My Baby now shall be my wife 
 
 Before the laverocks sing.' — 
 
 xxxvm 
 ' O brother, this is not the priest ; -^ _ 
 
 I fear he'll come owre Jate j 
 For armed men with shining brands 
 
 Stand at the castle-yate.'. — 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 ' Haste Donald, Duncan, Dugald,.Hugh ! 
 
 Haste, take your sword and spier ! 
 We'll gar these traytors rue the hour . 
 
 That e'er they ventured here.' 
 
 780 
 
BABY LIVINGSTON 
 
 XL 
 
 The Highland men drew their claymores, 
 
 And gae a warlike shout, 
 But Johny's merry men kept the yate, 
 
 Nae ane durst venture out. 
 
 XLI 
 
 The lovers rade the live-lang night, 
 
 And safe gat on their way, 
 And bonny Baby Livingston 
 
 Has gotten Johny Hay. 
 
 XLII 
 
 ' Awa', Glenlyon ! fy for shame ! 
 
 Gae hide ye in some den ! 
 You've latten your bride be stown frae you, 
 
 For a' your armed men.' 
 
 148. The Gypsy Countess 
 I 
 
 THERE cam' seven Egyptians on a day. 
 And wow, but they sang bonny ! 
 And they sang sae sweet, and sae very complete, 
 Down cam' Earl Cassilis' lady, 
 n 
 She cam' tripping down the stair, 
 And a' her maids before her ; 
 As soon as they saw her weel-faur'd face 
 They cast the glamourie owre her. 
 in 
 They gave to her the nutmeg. 
 
 And they gave to her the ginger ; 
 But she gave to them a far better thing. 
 The seven gold rings off her fingers. 
 
 781 
 
THE GYPSY COUNTESS 
 
 IV 
 
 And when the Earl he did come home, 
 
 Enquiring for his ladie, 
 One of the servants made this reply, 
 
 ' She 's awa' with the gypsie laddie.' 
 
 V 
 ' Come saddle for me the brown,' he said, 
 
 ' For the black was ne'er so speedyi, 
 And I will travel night and day 
 
 Till I find out my wanton ladie.' 
 
 VI 
 
 'Will you come home, my dear ?' he said, 
 ' Oh will you come home, my honey ? 
 
 And by the point of my broad sword, 
 A hand I'll ne'er lay on you.'. . . 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Yestreen I rade this water deep, 
 And my own gude lord beside me ; 
 
 But this night I maun wet my little pretty feet 
 With a wheen blackguards to wade me. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Yestreen I lay on a good feather-bed, 
 And my own wedded lord beyond me, 
 
 And to-night I'll lie in the ash-corner. 
 With the gypsies all around me. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' They took off my high-heeled shoes. 
 That were made of Spanish leather, 
 And I have put on coarse Lowland brogues. 
 To trip it o'er the heather. 
 7S2 
 
ihlb; CiYi'HY (JOUNTESS 
 
 X 
 
 ' The Earl of Cassilis is lying sick ; 
 
 Not one hair I'm sorry ; 
 I'd rather have a kiss from Johnny Faa's lips 
 
 Than all his gold and his money.' 
 
 i4p. The Baron of Brackley 
 I 
 
 INVEREY cam' doun Deeside, whistlin' and playin' ; 
 He was at brave Brackley's yates ere it was dawin'. 
 II 
 Says, ' Baron of Brackley, are ye within ? 
 There 's sharp swords at your yate will gar your blood spin. 
 
 Ill 
 ' Open the yate, Brackley, let us within, 
 Till on the green turf we gar your blood spin.' 
 
 IV 
 
 The lady rase up, to the window she went ; 
 She heard the kye lowin' o'er hill and o'er bent. 
 
 V 
 ' rise up, John,' she says, ' turn back your kye ; 
 They're o'er the hills rinnin', they're skippin awye ! ' — 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Come to bed, Peggie, and let the kye rin : 
 For were I to gang out, I'd never get in. 
 
 VII 
 
 ' For there is na gentlemen, nor yet pretty lads, 
 But a cum o' hired widdifu's, wears belted plaids.' 
 
 dawin'] dawn. cum] pack. widdifu's] gallows-birds, 
 
 fit to fill a ' widdie 'or halter. 
 
 783 
 
THE BARON OF URACKLtLY 
 
 vni 
 Then she cry'd on her women, they quickly came ben : 
 ' Tak' uji your rocks, lasses, and fight a' like men ! 
 
 ' Tho' I'm but a woman, to head you I'll try, 
 Nor let these vile Hielandmen steal a' our kye.' 
 
 X 
 Then up gat the Baron and cry'd for his graith ; 
 Says, ' Lady, I'll gang, tho' to leave you I'm laith. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Come kiss me, my Peggie, and get me my gun ; 
 For I well may gang out, but I'll never win in.' 
 
 XII 
 
 When the Baron of Brackley he rade thro' the close, 
 A gallanter gentleman ne'er mounted horse. 
 
 XIII 
 
 Tho' there cam' in with Inverey thirty and three, 
 There was nane wi' bold Brackley but his brither and he. 
 
 xrv 
 Twa gallanter Gordons did never sword draw : 
 But against four and thirty, wae's me, what was twa? 
 
 xr 
 Wi' swords and wi' daggers they did him surround. 
 And they've pierced the bold Brackley wi' mony a wound. 
 
 Frae the head o' the Dee to the banks o' the Spey 
 The Gordons may mourn him and ban Inverey. 
 
 graith] harness, arms, 
 784 
 
THE BARON OF BRACKLEY 
 
 XVII 
 ' cam' ye in by Brackley, and was ye in there ? 
 Or saw ye his Peggy dear riving her hair ? ' — 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' O I cam' by Brackley, and I was in there, 
 But I saw-na his Peggy dear riving her hair.' — 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' O fye on ye, ladye ! how could ye do sae ? 
 You open'd your yate to the fause Inverey.' 
 
 XX 
 
 She ate wi' him, drank wi' him, welcomed him in ; 
 She 's welcomed the villain that slew her Baron. 
 
 XXI 
 
 She kept him till morning, syne bade him be gane, 
 And show'd him the road that he wouldna be ta'en. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' Thro' Bires and Aboyne,' she says, ' lyin' in a tour 
 O'er the hills o' Glentanor ye'll skip in an hour.' 
 
 XXIII 
 
 There is dule in the kitchen, and mirth in the ha', 
 For the Baron of Brackley is dead and awa'. 
 
 xxrv 
 But and up spak' the babe on his nourice's knee — 
 ' Gin I live to be man, it's revenged I will be.' 
 
 riving] tearing. yate] gate. 
 
 785 
 
ijo. The Dowie Houms of Tarrow 
 
 E.TE at een, drinkin' the wine, 
 And ere they paid the lawin', 
 They set a combat them between, 
 To fight it in the dawin'. 
 
 ' O stay at hame, my noble lord '. 
 
 O stay at hame, my marrow ! 
 My cruel brother will you betray, 
 
 On the dowie houms o' Yarrow.' — 
 
 ni 
 
 ' O fare ye weel, my lady gay ! 
 
 O fare ye weel, my Sarah ! 
 For I maun gae, tho' I ne'er return 
 
 Frae the dowie banks o' Yarrow.' 
 
 She kiss'd his cheek, she kamed his hair, 
 As she had done before, O ; 
 
 She belted on his noble brand. 
 An' he 's awa to Yarrow. 
 
 O he 's gane up yon high, high hill — 
 
 I wat he gaed wi' sorrow — 
 An' in a den spied nine arm'd men, 
 
 I' the dowie houms o' Yarrow. 
 
 lawin'] reckoning. marrow] married mate. dowie] 
 
 doleful. houms] water-meads. 
 
 786 
 
THE DOWIE HOUMS OF YARROW 
 
 VI 
 
 ' O are ye come to drink the wine, 
 
 As ye hae doon before, O ? 
 Or are ye come to wield the brand, 
 
 On the dowie houms o' Yarrow ? ' — 
 
 VII 
 ' I am no come to drink the wine, 
 
 As I hae done before, O, 
 But I am come to wield the brand, 
 
 On the dowie houms o' Yarrow.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 Four he hurt an' five he slew. 
 On the dowie houms o' Yarrow, 
 
 Till that stubborn knight came him behind. 
 An' ran his body thorrow. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Gae hame, gae hame, good brother John, 
 
 An' tell your sister Sarah 
 To come an' lift her noble lord. 
 
 Who 's sleepin' sound on Yarrow.' 
 
 X 
 
 ' Yestreen I dream'd a dolefu' dream ; 
 
 I ken'd there wad be sorrow ; 
 I dream'd I pu'd the heather green. 
 
 On the dowie banks o' Yarrow.' 
 
 XI 
 
 She gaed up yon high, high hill — 
 I wat she gaed wi' sorrow — 
 
 An' in a den spied nine dead men, 
 On the dowie houms o' Yarrow. 
 
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THE DOWIE HOUMS OF YARROW 
 
 She kiss'd his cheek, she kamed his hair, 
 
 As oft she did before, O ; 
 She drank the red blood frae him ran, 
 
 On the dowie houms o' Yarrow, 
 
 ' O baud your tongue, my douchter dear, 
 For what needs a' this sorrow ? 
 
 I'll wed you on a better lord 
 
 Than him you lost on Yarrow.' — 
 
 ' O baud your tongue, my father dear, 
 An' dinna grieve your Sarah ; 
 
 A better lord was never born 
 Than him I lost on Yarrow. 
 
 ' Tak hame your ousen, tak hame your kye. 
 For they hae bred our sorrow ; 
 
 I wiss that they had a' gane mad 
 Whan they cam' first to Yarrow.' 
 
 ousen] oxen. 
 
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iji. Lord MaxweW^s Last Goodnight 
 
 I 
 
 ' ADIEU, madame, my mother dear, 
 /l.But and my sisters three ! 
 Adieu, fair Robert of Orchardstane ! 
 My heart is wae for thee. 
 
 II 
 'Adieu, the lily and the rose. 
 
 The primrose fair to see ; 
 Adieu, my ladye, and only joy ! 
 
 For I may not stay with thee. - 
 
 III 
 ' Though I hae slain the Lord Johnstone, 
 
 What care I for their feid I 
 My noble mind does still incline — 
 
 He was my father's deid. 
 
 ' Both night and day I labour'd oft 
 
 Of him avenged to be ; 
 But now I've got what lang I sought 
 
 And I may not stay with thee. 
 
 V 
 
 ' Adieu ! Drumlanrig, false wert aye, 
 
 And Closeburn in a band ! 
 The Laird of Lag, frae my father that fled, 
 
 When the Johnstone struck afF his hand. 
 
 my father's deid] the death of my father. 
 
 789 
 
LORD MAXWELL'S LAST GOODNIGHT 
 
 VI 
 
 ' They were three brethren in a band — 
 
 Joy may they never see ! 
 Their treacherous art, and cowardly heart, 
 
 Has twined my love and me. ' 
 
 VII 
 
 ' Adieu ! Dumfries, my proper place, 
 
 But and Carlaverock fair ! 
 Adieu ! my castle of the Thrieve, 
 
 Wi' a' my buildings there 1 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Adieu ! Lpchmaben's gate sae fair, 
 And Langholm, where birks there be ; 
 
 Adieu ! my ladye, and only joy, 
 For I may not stay wi' thee. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Adieu ! Fair Eskdale up and down. 
 Where my puir friends do dwell ; 
 
 The bangisters will ding them down. 
 And will them sair compell. 
 
 X 
 
 ' But I'll avenge their feid mysell. 
 
 When I come o'er the sea ; 
 Adieu ! my ladye, and only joy. 
 
 For I may not stay wi' thee.' — 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Lord of the land, will you go then 
 
 Unto my father's place, 
 And walk into their gardens green, 
 
 And I will you embrace. 
 
 twined] parted. bangisters] lawless folk. 
 
 790 
 
LORD MAXWELL'S LAST GOODNIGHT 
 
 XII 
 
 ' There Hamiltons, and Douglas baith, 
 
 Shall rise to succour thee.' — 
 ' Thanks for thy kindness, fair my dame, 
 
 But I may not stay -wi' thee.' — 
 
 XIII 
 
 Then he tuik afF a gay gold ring, 
 
 Thereat hang signets three ; 
 ' Hae, tak thee that, mine ain kind thing, 
 
 And still hae mind o' me ! 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' But if thou take another lord, 
 
 Ere I come ower the sea. 
 His life is but a three days' lease, 
 
 Though I may not stay wi' thee.' 
 
 The wind was fair, the ship was clear. 
 
 That good lord went away ; 
 And most part of his friends were there, 
 
 To give him a fair convey. 
 
 XVI 
 
 They drank the wine, they didna spare 
 
 Even in that gude lord's sight— 
 Sae now he's o'er the floods sae gray, 
 
 And Lord Maxwell has ta'en his Goodnight. 
 
 791 
 
If 2. Helen of Kjrconnell 
 I 
 
 1WISH I were where Helen lies, 
 Night and day on me she cries ; 
 O that I were where Helen lies, 
 On fair Kirconnell lea ! 
 
 II 
 Curst be the heart that thought the thought, 
 And curst the hand that fired the shot, 
 When in my arms burd Helen dropt, 
 And died to succour me ! 
 Ill 
 
 think na ye my heart was sair, 
 
 When my Love dropp'd and spak nae mair ! 
 There did she swoon wi' meikle care. 
 On fair Kirconnell lea. 
 
 ly 
 As I went down the water side, 
 None but my foe to be ray guide. 
 None but my foe to be ray guide, 
 On fair Kirconnell lea ; 
 
 V 
 
 1 lighted down my sword to draw, 
 I hacked him in pieces sma', 
 
 I hackM him in pieces sma'. 
 For her sake that died for me. 
 
 VI 
 
 O Helen fair, beyond compare ! 
 I'll mak a garland o' thy hair. 
 Shall bind my heart for evermair, 
 Until the day I dee ! 
 
HELEN OF KIRCONNELL 
 
 VII 
 
 O that I were where Helen lies 1 
 Night and day on me she cries ; 
 Out of my bed she bids me rise. 
 Says, ' Haste, and come to me ! ' 
 
 VIII 
 
 Helen fair ! O Helen chaste ! 
 If I were with thee, I'd be blest, 
 Where thou lies low and taks thy rest. 
 
 On fair Kirconnell lea. 
 
 IX 
 
 1 wish my grave were growing green, 
 A winding-sheet drawn owre my een, 
 And I in Helen's arms lying. 
 
 On fair Kirconnell lea. 
 
 X 
 
 I wish I were where Helen lies ! 
 Night and day on me she cries ; 
 And I am weary of the skies, 
 For her sake that died for me 
 
 7fj. The Lament of the Border Widow 
 
 I 
 
 MY love he built me a bonny bower. 
 And clad it a' wi' lilye flour ; 
 A brawer bower ye ne'er did see, 
 Than ray true love he built for rae. 
 
 II 
 There came a man, by middle day. 
 He spied his sport, and went away ; 
 And brought the King that very night, 
 Who brake ray bower, and slew my knight. 
 
 793 
 
THE LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW 
 
 He slew my knight, to me sae dear ; 
 He slew my knight, and poin'd his gear ; 
 My servants all for life did flee, 
 And left me in extremitie. 
 
 I sew'd his sheet, making my mane ; 
 I watch'd the corpse, myself alane ; 
 I watch'd his body, night and day ; 
 No living creature came that way. 
 
 V 
 I took his body on my back, 
 And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat ; 
 I digg'd a grave, and laid him in. 
 And happ'd him with the sod sae green. 
 
 VI 
 
 But think na ye my heart was sair, 
 When I laid the moul' on his yellow hair ; 
 O think na ye my heart was wae, 
 When I turn'd about, away to gae ? 
 
 VII 
 
 Nae living man I'll love again. 
 Since that my lovely knight is slain ; 
 Wi' ae lock of his yellow hair 
 I'll chain my heart for evermair. 
 
 poin'd] made forfeit. 
 
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BOOK VII 
 
 if4. Lady Alice 
 
 I 
 
 lADY ALICE was sitting in her bower-window, 
 LiMending her midnight quoif, 
 And there she saw as fine a corpse 
 As ever she saw in her life. 
 
 n 
 ' What bear ye, what bear ye, ye six men tall ? 
 
 What bear ye on your shoulders ? ' — 
 ' We bear the corpse of Giles Collins, 
 
 An old and true lover of yours.' — 
 
 III 
 * O lay him down gently, ye six men tall. 
 
 All on the grass so green. 
 And to-morrow, when the sun goes down. 
 
 Lady Alice a corpse shall be seen. 
 
 IV 
 
 ' And bury me in Saint Mary's church, 
 
 All for my love so true. 
 And make me a garland of marjoram. 
 
 And of-lemon-thyme, and rue.' 
 
 V 
 
 Giles Collins was buried all in the cast, 
 
 Lady Alice all in the west, 
 And the roses that grew on Giles Collins's grave, 
 
 They reached Lady Alice's breast. 
 
 795 
 
LADY ALICE 
 
 VI 
 
 The priest of the parish he chanced to pass, 
 And he severed those roses in twain ; 
 
 Sure never were seen such true lovers before, 
 Nor e'er will there be again. 
 
 ifS^. Lord Love I 
 
 10 RD LOVEL he stood at his castle-gate, 
 ^Combing his milk-white steed. 
 When up came Lady Nancy Belle, 
 To wish her lover good speed. 
 
 ' Where are you going. Lord Lovel ? ' she said, 
 ' Oh where are you going ? ' said she. 
 
 ' I'm going, my Lady Nancy Belle, 
 Strange countries for to see.' 
 
 ' When will you be back. Lord Lovel ? ' she said, 
 ' Oh when will you come back ? ' said she. 
 
 ' In a year, or two, or three at the most, 
 I'll return to my fair Nancy.' 
 
 But he had not been gone a year and a day, 
 
 Strange countries for to see, 
 When languishing thoughts came into his head. 
 
 Lady Nancy Belle he would go see. 
 796 
 
LORD LOVEL 
 
 V 
 
 So he rode, and he rode, on his milk-white steed. 
 
 Till he came to London town, 
 And there he heard St. Pancras' bells, 
 
 And the people all mourning round. 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Oh what is the matter ?' Lord Lovel he said, 
 ' Oh what is the matter ? ' said he ; 
 
 ' A lord's lady is dead,' a woman replied, 
 ' And some call her Lady Nancy.' 
 
 VII 
 
 So he order'd the grave to be open'd wide, 
 
 And the shroud he turnM down. 
 And there he kiss'd her clay-cold lips, 
 
 Till the tears came trickling down. 
 
 Lady Nancy she died, as it might be, today, 
 
 Lord Lovel he died as tomorrow ; 
 Lady Nancy she died out of pure, pure grief. 
 
 Lord Lovel he died out of sorrow. 
 
 IX 
 
 Lady Nancy was laid in St. Pancras' Church, 
 
 Lord Lovel was laid in the choir ; 
 And out of her bosom there grew a red rose. 
 
 And out of her lover's a briar. 
 
 X 
 
 They grew, and they grew, to the church-steeple top, 
 And then they could grow no higher ; 
 
 So there they entwined in a true-lovers' knot, 
 For all lovers true to admire. 
 
 797 
 
1^6. The Trees So High 
 
 I 
 
 ALL the trees they are so high, 
 L.The leaves they are so green, 
 The day is past and gone, sweet-heart, 
 That you and I have seen. 
 It is cold winter's night, 
 You and I must bide alone : 
 Whilst my pretty lad is young 
 And is growing. 
 
 n 
 In a garden as I walked, 
 
 I heard them laugh and call ; 
 There were four and twenty playing there. 
 They played with bat and ball. 
 O the rain on the roof. 
 Here and I must make my moan : 
 Whilst my pretty lad is young 
 And is growing. 
 
 Ill 
 I listen'd in the garden, 
 
 I looked o'er the wall ; 
 'Midst five and twenty gallants there 
 My love exceeded all. 
 
 O the wind on the thatch. 
 Here and I alone must weep : 
 Whilst my pretty lad is young 
 And is growing. 
 
 IV 
 
 O father, father dear, 
 
 Great wrong to me is done. 
 That I should married be this day, 
 
 Before the set of sun. 
 79S 
 
THE TREES SO HIGH 
 
 At the huffle of the gale, 
 Here I toss and cannot sleep : 
 Whilst my pretty lad is young 
 And is growing. 
 
 My daughter, daughter dear, 
 
 If better be, more fit, 
 I'll send him to the court awhile, 
 To point his pretty wit. 
 
 But the snow, snowflakes fall, 
 O and I am chill as dead : 
 Whilst my pretty lad is young 
 And is growing. 
 
 To let the lovely ladies know 
 
 They may not touch and taste, 
 I'll bind a bunch of ribbons red 
 About his little waist. 
 
 But the raven hoarsely croaks, 
 And I shiver in my bed ; 
 
 Whilst my pretty lad is young 
 And is grosving. 
 
 1 married was, alas, 
 
 A lady high to be, 
 In court and stall and stately hall. 
 And bower of tapestiy. 
 
 But the bell did only knell, 
 And I shuddered as one cold : 
 When I wed the pretty lad 
 
 Not done growing. 
 799 
 
THE TREES SO HIGH 
 
 VIII 
 
 At fourteen he wedded was, 
 
 A father at fifteen, 
 At sixteen 's face was white as milk, 
 And then his grave was green ; 
 
 And the daisies were outspread, 
 And buttercups of gold, 
 
 O'er my pretty lad so young 
 
 Now ceased growing. 
 
 7^7. The Brovpn Girl 
 
 ' T AM as brown as brown can be, 
 
 1 My eyes as black as a sloe ; 
 I am as brisk as a nightingale. 
 And as wild as any doe. 
 
 II 
 ' My love has sent me a love-letter, 
 
 Not far from yonder town, 
 That he could not fancy me, 
 
 Because I was so brown. 
 
 Ill 
 'I sent him his letter back again, 
 
 For his love I valu'd not, 
 Whether that he could fancy me 
 
 Or whether he could not, 
 
 IV 
 
 ' He sent me his letter back again, 
 That he lay sick to death, 
 
 That I might then go speedily 
 To give him up his faith,' 
 
 800 
 
THE BROWN GIRL 
 
 V 
 
 Now you shall hear what love she had 
 Then for this love-sick man ; 
 
 She was a whole long summer's day 
 In a mile a going on. 
 
 VI 
 
 When she came to her love's bed-side, 
 Where he lay dangerous sick, 
 
 She could not for laughing stand 
 Upright upon her feet. 
 
 vn 
 She had a white wand all in her hand, 
 
 And smooth'd it all on his breast ; 
 ' In faith and troth come pardon me, 
 
 I hope your soul 's at rest.' — 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Prithee,' said he, ' forget, forget. 
 
 Prithee forget, forgive ; 
 O grant me yet a little space. 
 
 That I may be well and live.' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O never will I forget, forgive, 
 
 So long as I have breath ; 
 I'll dance above your green, green grave 
 
 Where you do lie beneath. 
 
 X 
 
 'I'll do. as much for my true-love 
 
 As other maidens may ; 
 I'll dance and sing on my love's grave 
 A whole twelvemonth and a day.' 
 H25 D d 80' 
 
If 8. Barbara Alien? s Cruelty 
 
 IN Scarlet town, where I was born, 
 There was a fair maid dwellin'. 
 Made every youth cry Well-a-ivay ! 
 Her name was Barbara Allen. 
 
 All in the merry month of May, 
 
 When green buds they were swellin', 
 
 Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay, 
 For love of Barbara Allen. 
 
 Ill 
 
 He sent his man in to her then. 
 
 To the town where she was dwellin' ; 
 
 ' O haste and come to my master dear, 
 If your name be Barbara Allen.' 
 
 So slowly, slowly rase she up. 
 And slowly she came nigh him, 
 
 And when she drew the curtain by — 
 ' Young man, I think you're dyin'.' 
 
 V 
 
 ' O it 's I am sick and very very sick. 
 And it's all for Barbara Allen.'— 
 
 ' O the better for me ye'se never be, 
 Tho' your heart's blood were a-spillin' ! 
 802 
 
BARBARA ALLEN'S CRUELTY 
 
 ' O dinna ye mind, young man,' says she, 
 ' When the red wine ye were fillin'. 
 
 That ye made the healths go round and round, 
 And slighted Barbara Allen ? ' 
 
 VII 
 
 He turn'd his face unto the wall. 
 And death was with him dealin' : 
 
 ' Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, 
 And be kind to Barbara Allen ! ' 
 
 As she was walking o'er the fields. 
 She heard the dead-bell knellin' ; 
 
 And every jow the dead-bell gave 
 Cried ' Woe to Barbara Allen.' 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O mother, mother, make my bed, 
 O make it saft and narrow : 
 
 My love has died for me to-day, 
 I'll die for him to-morrow. 
 
 ' Farewell,' she said, ' ye virgins all, 
 And shun the fault I fell in : 
 
 Henceforth take warning by the fall 
 Of cruel Barbara Allen.' 
 
 jow] beat, toll. 
 
 «o3 
 
i^g. The Gardener 
 
 THE gardener stands in his bower-door. 
 With a primrose in his hand, 
 And by there came a leal maiden 
 As jimp as a willow wand. 
 
 ' O lady, can you fancy me, 
 
 For to be my bride ? 
 Ye'se get a' the flowers in my garden 
 
 To be to you a weed. 
 
 ' The lily white sail be your smock 
 
 Becomes your body best ; 
 Your head sail be busk'd wi' gillyflower 
 
 And the primrose in your breast. 
 
 'Your gown sail be the sweet-william, 
 
 Your coat the camovine, 
 Your apron a' the salluds neat 
 
 That taste baith sweet and fine. 
 
 ' Your stockings sail be o' the braid kail-blade, 
 
 That is baith braid and lang ; 
 And narrow, narrow at the cute. 
 
 And braid, braid at the brawn. 
 
 leal] true. jimp] slender, weed] clothing, 
 
 camovine] camomile. cute] ankle. brawn] calf, 
 
 804 
 
THE GARDENER 
 
 ' Your gloves sail be the marigold, 
 All glittering to your hand, 
 
 Well spread o'er \vi' the blue blaewort 
 That grows amang corn-land.' — 
 
 ' O fare ye well, young man,' she says, 
 ' Farewell, and 1 bid adieu ; 
 
 If you can fancy me,' she says, 
 ' O I cannot fancy you. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Sin ye've provided a weed for me 
 Amang the summer flowers. 
 
 Then I'se provide anither for you 
 Amang the winter showers. — 
 
 ' The new-fa' n snaw to be your smock 
 
 Becomes your body best ; 
 An' your head sail be wound wi' the eastern wind, 
 
 An' the cauld rain on your breast.' 
 
 blaewort] corn bluebottles 
 
 805 
 
i6o. The Lowlands o' Holland 
 
 MY love has built a bonny ship, and set her on the sea, 
 With seven score good mariners to bear her company; 
 There's three score is sunk, and three score dead at sea, 
 And the Lowlands o' Holland has twin'd my love and me. 
 
 ' My love he built another ship, and set her on the main. 
 And nane but twenty mariners foi' to bring her hame ; 
 But the weary wind began to rise, and the sea began to rout. 
 My love then and his bonny ship turn'd withershins about. 
 
 Ill 
 
 • Then shall neither coif come on my head nor comb come 
 
 in my hair ; 
 Then shall neither coal nor candle-light shine in my bower 
 
 mair ; 
 Nor will I love another one until the day I die, 
 Sin' the Lowlands o' Holland has twin'd my love and me.' — 
 
 IV 
 
 ' O haud your tongue, my daughter dear, be still and be 
 
 content ; 
 There are mair lads in Galloway, ye neen nae sair lament.' — 
 ' O there is none in Gallow, there 's none at a' for me, 
 For I never loved a love but one, and he 's drown'd in the 
 
 sea.' 
 
 twin'd] parted. withershins] around against the snn. 
 
 go6 
 
i6i. The Spanish Lady^s Love 
 
 WILL you hear a Spanish lady 
 How she woo'd an English man ? 
 Garments gay and rich as may be, 
 Decked with jewels, she had on ; 
 Of a comely countenance and grace was she, 
 And by birth and parentage of high degree. 
 
 As his prisoner there he kept her, 
 
 In his hands her life did lie ; 
 Cupid's bands did tie her faster. 
 By the liking of an eye ; 
 In his courteous company was all her joy, 
 To favour him in any thing she was not coy. 
 
 Ill 
 At the last there came commandment 
 
 For to set the ladies free, 
 
 With their jewels still adornM, 
 
 None to do them injury : 
 
 ' Alas ! ' then said this lady gay, ' full woe is me ; 
 
 let me still sustain this kind captivity ! 
 
 IV 
 
 ' Gallant captain, show some pity 
 
 To a lady in distress ; 
 Leave me not within this city, 
 For to die in heaviness ; 
 Thou hast set this present day my body free, 
 But my heart in prison strong remains with thee.' — 
 
 807 
 
THE SPANISH LADY'S LOVE 
 
 ' How should'st thou, fair lady, love me, 
 Whom thou know'st thy country's foe ? 
 Thy fair words make me suspect thee ; 
 Serpents lie where flowers grow.' — 
 ' All the harm I think to thee, most gracious knight, 
 God grant unto myself the same may fully light : 
 
 ' Blessed be the time and season 
 
 That you came on Spanish ground ; 
 If our foes you may be termed, 
 Gentle foes we have you found. 
 With our city you have won our hearts each one ; 
 Then to your country bear away that is your own.'- 
 
 ' Rest you still, most gallant lady. 
 
 Rest you still, and weep no more ; 
 Of fair lovers there are plenty ; 
 
 Spain doth yield a wondrous store.' — 
 ' Spaniards fraught with jealousy we often find. 
 But Englishmen through all the world are counted kind. 
 
 ' Leave me not unto a Spaniard ; 
 
 You alone enjoy my heart ; 
 I am lovely, young, and tender, 
 And so love is my desart. 
 Still to serve thee day and night my mind is press'd ; 
 The wife of every Englishman is counted blest.' — 
 
 SoS 
 
THE. SPANISH LADY'S LOVE 
 
 IX 
 
 ' It would be a shame, fair lady, 
 For to bear a woman hence ; 
 English soldiers never carry 
 Any such without offence.' — 
 ' I will quickly change myself if it be so. 
 And like a page I'll follow thee where'er thou go.'- 
 
 ' I have neither gold nor silver 
 
 To maintain thee in this case, 
 And to travel, 'tis great charges, 
 As you know, in every place.' — 
 'My chains and jewels every one shall be thine own, 
 And eke five hundred pounds in gold that lies unknown.'- 
 
 ' On the seas are many dangers ; 
 
 Many storms do there arise, 
 Which will be to ladies dreadful. 
 
 And force tears from watery eyes.' — 
 ' Well in truth I shall endure extremity, 
 For I could find in heart to lose my life for thee.' — • 
 
 ' Courteous lady, leave this fancy ; 
 
 Here comes all that breeds the strife ; 
 I in England have already 
 A sweet woman to my wife : 
 I will not falsify my^vow for gold or gain, 
 Nor yet for all the fairest dames that live in Spain.'- 
 D d 3 »°9 
 
THE SPANISH LADY'S LOVE 
 
 ' Oh how happy is that woman, 
 
 That enjoys so true a friend ! 
 
 Many happy days God send you ! 
 
 Of my suit I'll make an end : 
 
 On my knees 1 pardon crave for this offence, 
 
 Which did from love and true affection first commence. 
 
 XIV 
 
 ' Commend me to thy loving lady : 
 
 Bear to her this chain of gold, 
 And these bracelets for a token ; 
 Grieving that I was so bold. 
 All my jewels in like sort bear thou with thee. 
 For they are fitting for thy wife, but not for me. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' I will spend my days in prayer. 
 
 Love and all his laws defy, 
 In a nunnery will I shroud me. 
 Far from any company : 
 But ere my prayers have end, be sure of this, 
 To pray for thee and for thy love I will not miss. 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Thus farewell, most gentle captain, 
 Farewell too my heart's content ! 
 Count not Spanish ladies wayward. 
 Though to thee my love was bent : 
 Joy and true prosperity go still with thee ! ' — 
 ' The like fall ever to thy share, most fair lady ! ' 
 
 8io 
 
i62. The Bailiff^s Daughter of Islington 
 
 I 
 
 THERE was a youth, and a well-beloved youth, 
 And he was an esquire's son, 
 He loved the bailiff's daughter dear, 
 That lived in Islington.' 
 
 II 
 But she was coy, and she would not believe 
 
 That he did love her so, 
 No, nor at any time she would 
 
 Any countenance to him show. 
 
 Ill 
 But when his friends did understand 
 
 His fond and foolish mind. 
 They sent him up to fair London, 
 
 An apprentice for to bind. 
 
 IV 
 
 And when he had been seven long years, 
 
 And his love he had not seen ; 
 ' Many a tear have 1 shed for her sake 
 
 When she little thought of me.' 
 
 V 
 
 All the maids of Islington 
 
 Went forth to sport and play ; 
 All but the bailiff's daughter dear ; 
 
 She secretly stole away. 
 
 VI 
 
 She put off her gown of gray, 
 
 And put on her puggish attire ; 
 She 's up to fair London gone. 
 
 Her true-love to require. 
 
 puggish] tramp's. 
 
 8ii 
 
THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON 
 
 As she went along the road, 
 The weather being hot and dry, 
 
 There was she aware of her true-Jove, 
 At length came riding by. 
 
 via 
 She stept to him, as red as any rose, 
 
 And took him by the bridle-ring : 
 ' 1 pray you, kind sir, give me one penny. 
 
 To ease my weary limb.' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me 
 Where that thou wast born ? ' — 
 
 'At Islington, kind sir,' said she, 
 ' Where 1 have had many a scorn.' — 
 
 X 
 
 ' I prithee, sweetheart, canst thou tell me 
 
 Whether thou dost know 
 The bailiff's daughter of Islington ? ' — 
 
 ' She 's dead, sir, long ago.' — 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Then will I sell my goodly steed. 
 
 My saddle and my bow ; 
 I will into some far countrey. 
 
 Where no man doth me know.' — 
 
 ' Oh stay, stay, thou goodly youth ! 
 
 She 's alive, she is not dead ; 
 Here she standeth by thy side. 
 
 And is ready to be thy bride.' — 
 
 8l2 
 
I THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' O farewell grief, and welcome joy, 
 
 Ten thousand times and o'er ! 
 For now I have seen my own tme-love, 
 
 That I thought I should have seen no more.' 
 
 /(fj. "The Blind Beggar's Daughter 
 of Bednall- Green 
 
 I 
 
 IT was a blind beggar, had long lost his sight, 
 He had a fair daughter of beauty most bright ; 
 And many a gallant brave suitor had she, 
 For none was so comely as pretty Bessee. 
 
 H 
 And though she was of favour most faire. 
 Yet seeing she was but a poor beggar's heyre, 
 Of ancyent housekeepers despised was she. 
 Whose sons came as suitors to pretty Bessee. 
 
 m 
 Wherefore in great sonow fair Bessy did say, 
 ' Good father, and mother, let me go away 
 To seek out my fortune, whatever it be.' 
 This suit then they granted to pretty Bessee. 
 
 IV 
 
 Then Bessy, that was of beauty so bright. 
 All clad in grey russet, and late in the night. 
 From father and mother alone parted she ; 
 Who sighed and sobbed for pretty Bessee. 
 
 8>3 
 
THE BLIND BEGGAR'S DAUGHTER 
 
 V 
 
 Slie went till she came to Stratford-le-Bow ; 
 Then knew she not whither, nor which way to go : 
 With tears she lamented her hard destinie, 
 So sad and so heavy was pretty Bessee. 
 
 VI 
 
 She kept on her journey until it was day, 
 She went unto Rumford along the high way ; 
 Where at the Queen's Arms entertained was she : 
 So fair and well favoured was pretty Bessee. 
 
 VII 
 
 She had not been there a month to an end, 
 But master and mistress and all was her friend : 
 And every brave gallant, that once did her see, 
 Was straightway enamour'd of pretty Bessee. 
 
 VIII 
 
 Great gifts they did send her of silver and gold. 
 And in their songs daily her love was extoll'd ; 
 Her beauty was blazed in every degree ; 
 So fair and so comely was pretty Bessee. 
 
 IX 
 
 The young men of Rumford in her had their joy ; 
 She showed herself courteous, and modestly coy ; 
 And at her commandement still would they be ; 
 So fair and so comely was pretty Bessee. 
 
 X 
 
 Four suitors at once unto her did go ; 
 They craved her favour, but still she said ' no ; 
 I v/ould not wish gentles to marry with me.' — 
 Yet ever they honoured pretty Bessee. 
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 XI 
 
 The first of them was a gallant young knight, 
 And he came unto her disguised in the night : 
 The second a gentleman of good degree, 
 Who wooed and suhd for pretty Bessee. 
 
 XII 
 
 A merchant of London, whose wealth was not small, 
 He was the third suitor, and proper withal : 
 Her master's own son the fourth man must be, 
 Who swore he would die for pretty Bessee. 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' And, if thou wilt marry with me,' quoth the knight, 
 ' I'll make thee a lady with joy and delight ; 
 My heart so enthralled is by thy beautie. 
 That soon I shall die for pretty Bessee.' 
 
 The gentleman said, ' Come, marry with me, 
 As fine as a lady my Bessy shall be : 
 My life is distressed : O hear me,' quoth he ; 
 ' And grant me thy love, my pretty Bessee.'— 
 
 XV 
 
 'Let me be thy husband,' the merchant did say, 
 ' Thou shall live in London both gallant and gay ; 
 My ships shall bring home rich jewels for thee, 
 And I will for ever love pretty Bessee.' 
 
 XVI 
 Then Bessy she sighed, and thus she did say, 
 ' My father and mother I mean to obey ; 
 First get their good will, and be faithful to me, 
 And then you shall marry your pretty Bessee.' 
 
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 To every one this answer she made, 
 
 Wherefore unto her they joyfully said, 
 
 ' This thing to fulfil we all do agree ; 
 
 But where dwells thy father, my pretty Bessee ? ' 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' My father,' she said, ' is soon to be seen : 
 The silly blind beggar of Bednall-green, 
 That daily sits begging for charitie, 
 He is the good father of pretty Bessee. 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' His marks and his tokens are known very well ; 
 He always is led with a dog and a bell : 
 A silly old man, God knoweth, is he, 
 Yet he is the father of pretty Bessee.' 
 
 XX 
 
 ' Nay then,' quoth the merchant, ' thou art not for me ! ' 
 ' Nor,' quoth the innholder, ' my wife thou shalt be.' 
 ' I lothe,' said the gentle, ' a beggar's degree, 
 And therefore adieu, my pretty Bessee ! ' 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' Why then,' quoth the knight, ' hap better or worse, 
 I weigh not true love by the weight of the purse. 
 And beauty is beauty in every degree ; 
 Then welcome unto me, my pretty Bessee. 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' With thee to thy father forthwith I will go,' — 
 ' Nay soft,' quoth his kinsmen, ' it must not be so 5 
 A poor beggar's daughter no lady shall be, 
 Then take thy adieu of pretty Bessee.' 
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 But soon after this, by break of the day 
 The Knight had from Rumford stole Bessy away. 
 The young men of Rumford, as thick as might be, 
 Rode after to fetch again pretty Bessee. 
 
 XXIV 
 
 As swift as the wind to ryde they were seen, 
 Until they came near unto Bednall-green ; 
 And as the Xnight lighted most courteouslie, 
 They all fought against him for pretty Bessee. 
 
 XXV 
 
 But rescue came speedily over the plain, 
 Or else the young Knight for his love had been slain. 
 This fray being ended, then straightway he see 
 His kinsmen come railing at pretty Bessee. 
 
 XXVI 
 
 Then spake the blind beggar, 'Although I be poor, 
 Yet rail not against my child at my own door : 
 Though she be not decked in velvet and pearl, 
 Yet will I drop angels with you for my girl. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' And then, if my gold may better her birth, 
 And equal the gold that you lay on the earth, 
 Then neither rail nor grudge you to see 
 The blind beggar's daughter a lady to be. 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 ' But first you shall promise, and have it well known, 
 The gold that you dropt shall all be your own.' 
 With that they replied, ' Contented be we.' 
 'Then here's,' quoth the beggar, 'for pretty Bessee! ' 
 
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THE BLIND BEGGAR'S DAUGHTER 
 
 XXIX 
 
 With that an angel he cast on the ground, 
 
 And dropped in angels full three thousand pound ; 
 
 And oftentimes it was proved most plain, 
 
 For the gentlemen's one the beggar dropt twain : 
 
 So that the place, wherein they did sit, 
 
 With gold it was covered every whit. 
 
 The gentlemen then, having dropt all their store. 
 
 Said, ' Now, beggar, hold, for we have no more, 
 
 XXXI 
 
 ' Thou hast fulfilled thy promise aright.' — 
 ' Then mairy,' quoth he, ' my girl to this Knight ; 
 And here,' added he, ' I will now throw you down 
 A hundred pounds more to buy her a gown.' 
 
 xxxri 
 The gentlemen all, that this treasure had seen. 
 Admired the beggar of Bednall-green : 
 And all those, that were her suitors before. 
 Their flesh for very anger they tore. 
 
 XXXIII 
 
 Thus was fair Bessy match'd to the Knight, 
 
 And then made a lady in others' despite : 
 
 A fairer lady there never was seen 
 
 Than the blind beggar's daughter of Bednall-green, 
 
 XXXIV 
 
 But of their sumptuous marriage and feast, 
 What brave lords and knights thither were prest, 
 The second fitt shall set forth to your sight 
 With marvellous pleasure and wished delight. 
 
OF BEDNALL-GREEN 
 
 Part II 
 
 XXXV 
 
 Of a blind beggar's daughter most bright, 
 That late was betrothed unto a young Knight ; 
 All the discourse thereof you did see : 
 But now comes the wedding of pretty Bessee. 
 
 Witiiin a gorgeous palace most brave, 
 Adorned with all the cost they could have, 
 This wedding was kept most sumptuouslie, 
 And all for the credit of pretty Bessee. 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 All kind of dainties and delicates sweet 
 Were bought for the banquet, as it was most meet ; 
 Partridge, and plover, and venison most free, 
 Against the brave wedding of pretty Bessee. 
 
 This marriage through England was spread by report, 
 So that a great number thereto did resort 
 Of nobles and gentles in every degree ; 
 And all for the fame of pretty Bessee. 
 
 XXXIX 
 
 To church then went this gallant young Knight ; 
 His bride followed after, an angel most bright, 
 With troops of ladies — the like ne'er was seen 
 As went with sweet Bessy of Bednall-green. 
 
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 XL 
 
 This marriage being solemnized then, 
 With musick performed by the skiifuiiest men, 
 The nobles and gentles sat down at that tide. 
 Each one admiring the beautiful bride. 
 
 XLI 
 
 Now, after the sumptuous dinner was done, 
 
 To talk and to reason a number begun : 
 
 They talk'd of the blind beggar's daughter most bright, 
 
 And what with his daughter he gave to the Knight. 
 
 XLK 
 
 Then spake the nobles, ' Much marvel have we. 
 This jolly blind beggar we cannot here see.' 
 'My lords,' quoth the bride, 'my father's so base, 
 He is loth with his presence these states to disgrace.' — 
 
 XLIII 
 
 ' Tiic praise of a woman in question to bring. 
 Before her own face, were a flattering thing, 
 But we think thy father's baseness,' quoth they, 
 ' Might by thy beauty be clean put away.' 
 
 XLIV 
 
 They had no sooner these pleasant words spoke, 
 But in comes the beggar clad in a silk cloak ; 
 A fair velvet cap, and a feather had he. 
 And now a musician forsooth he would be. 
 
 XLV 
 
 He had a dainty lute under his arm, 
 He touched the strings, which made such a charm, 
 Says, ' Please you to hear any musick of me, 
 I'll sing you a song of pretty Bessee.' 
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OF BEDNALL-GREEN 
 
 XLVI 
 
 With that his lute he twanged straightway, 
 And thereon began most sweetly to play ; 
 And after that lessons were played two or three, 
 He strain'd out this song most delicatelie. 
 
 XLVII 
 
 ' A poor beggar's daughter did dwell on a green, 
 Who for her fairness might well be a queen : 
 A blithe bonny lass, and a dainty was she, 
 And many one called her pretty Bessee. 
 
 XLVIII 
 
 ' Her father he had no goods, nor no land. 
 But begg'd for a penny all day with his hand ; 
 And yet to her marriage he gave thousands three. 
 And still he hath somewhat for. pretty Bessee. 
 
 XLIX 
 
 ' And if any one here her birth do disdain, 
 Her father is ready, with might and with main, 
 To prove she is come of noble degree : 
 Therefore never flout at pretty Bessee.' 
 
 L 
 
 With that the lords and the company round 
 With hearty laughter were ready to swound ; 
 At last said the lords, ' Full well we may see, 
 The bride and the beggar 's beholden to thee.' 
 
 On this the bride all blushing did rise, 
 The pearly drops standing within her fair eyes, 
 ' O pardon my father, grave nobles,' quoth she, 
 'That through blind affection thus doteth on me.' 
 
THE BLIND BEGGAR'S DAUGHTER 
 
 LII 
 
 ' If this be thy father,' the nobles did say, 
 ' Well may he be proud of this happy day ; 
 Yet by his countenance well may we see, 
 His birth and his fortune did never agree : 
 
 LIII 
 
 And therefore, blind man, we pray thee bewray 
 (And look that the truth thou to us do say) 
 Thy birth and thy parentage, what it may be ; 
 For the love that thou bearest to pretty Bessee.' — 
 
 LIV 
 
 ' Then give me leave, nobles and gentles, each one, 
 One song more to sing, and then I have done ; 
 And if that it may not win good report, 
 Then do not give me a groat for my sport. 
 
 LV 
 
 ' Sir Simon de Montfort my subject shall be ; 
 Once chief of all the great barons was he, 
 Yet fortune so cruel this lord did abase, 
 Now lost and forgotten are he and his race. 
 
 LVI 
 
 ' When the barons in arms did King Henry oppose, 
 Sir Simon de Montfort their leader they chose ; 
 A leader of courage undaunted was he. 
 And ofttimes he made their enemies flee. 
 
 LVII 
 
 ' At length in the battle on Evesham plain. 
 
 The barons were routed, and Montfort was slain ; 
 
 Most fatal that battle did prove unto thee, 
 
 Though thou wast not born then, my pretty Bessee ! 
 
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OF BEDNALL-GREEN 
 
 ' Along with the nobles, that fell at that tide, 
 His eldest son Henry, who fought by his side, 
 Was fell'd by a blow he received in the fight ; 
 A blow that deprived him for ever of sight. 
 
 LIX 
 
 ' Among the dead bodies all lifeless he lay, 
 Till evening drew on of the following day ; 
 When by a young lady discovered was he ; 
 And this was thy mother, my pretty Bessee ! 
 
 LX 
 
 ' A baron's fair daughter stept forth in the night 
 To search for her father, who fell in the fight. 
 And seeing young Montfort, where gasping he lay. 
 Was moved with pity, and brought him away. 
 
 LXI 
 
 ' In secret she nurst him, and swaged his pain. 
 While he through the realm was believed to be slain 
 At length his fair bride she consented to be, 
 And made him glad father of pretty Bessee. 
 
 Lxn 
 ' And now, lest our foes our lives should betray. 
 We clothed ourselves in beggars' array ; 
 Her jewels she sold, and hither came we : 
 All our comfort and care was our pretty Bessee. 
 
 LXIII 
 
 ' And here have we lived in fortune's despite, 
 Though poor, yet contented with humble delight : 
 Full forty winters thus have I been 
 A silly blind beggar of Bednall-green, 
 
 823 
 
THE BLIND BEGGAR'S DAUGHTER 
 
 ' And here, noble lords, is ended the song 
 Of one that once to your own rank did belong : 
 And thus have you learned a secret from me, 
 That ne'er had been known, but for pretty Bessee.' 
 
 LXV 
 
 Now when the fair company every one, 
 Had heard the strange tale in the song he had. shown, 
 They all were amazed, as well they might be, 
 Both at the blind beggar, and pretty Bessee. 
 
 With that the fair bride they all did embrace. 
 Saying, ' Sure thou art come of an hon'rable race ; 
 Thy father likewise is of noble degree. 
 And thou art well worthy a lady to be.' 
 
 Thus was the feast ended with joy and delight, 
 
 A bridegroom most happy then was the young Knight, 
 
 In joy and felicitie long lived he, 
 
 All with his fair lady, the pretty Bessee, 
 
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1^4' The Loving Ballad of Lord Bateman 
 
 A Broadside Version of ' Young Beichan' 
 I 
 
 ERD BATEMAN was a noble lord, 
 A noble lord of high degree ; 
 He shipp'd himself all aboard of a ship, 
 Some foreign country for to see. 
 
 n 
 He sailed east, he sailed west, 
 
 Until he came to famed Turkey, 
 Where he was taken and put to prison, 
 
 Until his life was quite weary. 
 
 All in this prison there grew a tree, 
 O there it grew so stout and strong ! 
 
 Where he was chain'd all by the middle, 
 Until his life was almost gone. 
 
 This Turk he had one only daughter. 
 
 The fairest my two eyes e'er see ; 
 She stole the keys of her father's prison. 
 
 And swore Lord Bateman she would let go free. 
 
 O she took him to her father's cellar. 
 
 And gave to him the best of wine ; 
 And every health she drank unto him 
 
 Was, ' I wish, Lord Bateman, as you was mine.' 
 
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LOVING BALLAD OF LORD BATEMAN 
 
 VI 
 
 ' O have you got liouses, have you got land, 
 And does Northumberland belong to thee ? 
 
 And what would you give to the fair young lady 
 As out of prison would let you go free ? ' — 
 
 VII 
 
 ' O I've got houses and I've got land, 
 
 And half Northumberland belongs to me ; 
 
 And I will give it all to the fair young lady 
 As out of jjrison would let me go free.' — 
 
 viu 
 ' O in seven long years, I'll make a vow 
 
 For seven long years, and keep it strong. 
 That if you'll wed no other woman, 
 
 O I will wed no other man.' 
 
 O she took him to her father's harbour, 
 
 And gave to him a ship of fame. 
 Saying, ' Farewell, farewell to you, Lord Bateman, 
 
 I fear I never shall see you again ! ' 
 
 X 
 
 Now seven long years is gone and past. 
 And fourteen days, well known to me ; 
 
 She packed up all her gay clothing. 
 
 And swore Lord Bateman she would go see. 
 
 XI 
 
 O when she arrived at Lord Bateman's castle, 
 
 How boldly then she rang the bell ! 
 ' Who 's there .' who 's there ? ' cries the proud young porter, 
 
 'O come unto me pray quickly tell.' — 
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LOVING BALLAD OF LORD BATEMAN 
 
 XII 
 
 ' O is this here Lord Bateman's castle, 
 
 And is his lordship here within ? — 
 ' O yes, O yes,' cries the proud young porter 
 
 ' He 's just now taking his young bride in.' — 
 
 ' O bid him to send me a slice of bread, 
 And a bottle of the very best wine, 
 
 And not forgetting the fair young lady 
 As did release him when close confine.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 O away and away went this proud young porter, 
 O away and away and away went he, 
 
 Until he come to Lord Bateman's chamber. 
 When he went down on his bended knee. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' What news, what news, my proud young porter ? 
 
 What news, what news ? Come tell to me.' — 
 ' O there is the fairest young lady 
 
 As ever my two eyes did see. 
 
 ' She has got rings on every finger. 
 And on one finger she has got three ; 
 
 With as much gay gold about her middle 
 As would buy half Northumberlee. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' O she bids you to send her a slice of bread. 
 And a bottle of the very best wine. 
 
 And not forgetting the fair young lady 
 As did release you when close confine. 
 
LOVING BALLAD OF LORD BATEMAN 
 
 Lord Bateman then in passion flew, 
 And broke his sword in splinters three, 
 
 Saying, ' I will give half of my father's land. 
 If so be as Sophia has crossed the sea.' 
 
 XIX 
 
 Then up and spoke this young bride's mother. 
 Who never was heard to speak so free ; 
 
 Saying, ' You'll not forget my only daughter, 
 If so be as Sophia has crossed the sea.' — 
 
 ' O it 's true I made a bride of your daughter. 
 
 But she 's neither the better nor the worse for me ; 
 
 She came to me with a horse and saddle. 
 But she may go home in a coach and three.' 
 
 Lord Bateman then prepared another marriage. 
 With both their hearts so full of glee, 
 
 Saying, ' I'll roam no more to foreign countries. 
 Now that Sophia has crossed the sea.' 
 
/(fj. Mary Amhree 
 
 WHEN captains couragious, whom death could not 
 daunte, 
 Did march to the siege of the citty of Gaunt, 
 They muster'd their souldiers by two and by three, 
 And the foremost in battle was Mary Ambree. 
 
 II 
 When brave Sir John Major was slaine in her sight, 
 Who was her true lover, her joy, and delight, 
 Because he was slaine most treacherouslie. 
 She vow'd to revenge him, did Mary Ambree. 
 
 She clothed herselfe from the top to the toe 
 
 In bufFe of the bravest, most seemelye to showe ; 
 
 A faire shirt of mail then slipped on she ; 
 
 Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree ? 
 
 A helmet of proofe she strait did provide, 
 A strong arminge sword she girt by her side, 
 And on each hand a goodly faire gauntlett put shee ; 
 Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree ? 
 
 Then tooke she her sworde and her target in hand, 
 Bidding all such as wo'ld to be sworn of her band ; 
 To wayte on her person came thousand and three : 
 Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree ? 
 
 Gaunt] Ghent. 
 
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MARY AMBREE 
 
 VI 
 
 ' My soldiers,' she saith, ' soe valiant and bold, 
 Nowe follow your captaine, wlioni you doe beholde ; 
 Still foremost in battel myself will I be': 
 Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree ? 
 
 VII 
 
 Then cry'd out her souldiers, and loude they did say, 
 ' Soe well thou becomest this gallant array, 
 Thy harte and thy weapons soe well do agree. 
 There was none that was ever like Mary Ambree.' 
 
 VIII 
 
 She cheared her souldiers, that foughten for life. 
 With ancyent and standard, with drum and with fyfe, 
 With brave clanging trumpetts, that sounded so free ; 
 Was not this a brave bonny lass, Marv Ambree ? 
 
 IX 
 
 ' Before I will see the worst of you all 
 To come into danger of death or of thrall, 
 This hand and this life I will venture so free ' : 
 Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree ? 
 
 X 
 She led up her souldiers in battaile array 
 Gainst three times theyr number by break of the daye ; 
 Seven howers in skirmish continued shee : 
 Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree ? 
 
 XI 
 
 She filled the skyes with the smoke of her shott, 
 And her eneniyes bodyes with bullets soe hott ; 
 For one of her owne men a score killed shee : 
 Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree ? 
 
 ancyent] ensign, 
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MARY AMBREE 
 
 And when her false gunner, to yle her intent, 
 Away all her pellets and powder had sent, 
 Straight with her keen weapon she slasht him in three; 
 Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree ! 
 
 XIII 
 
 Being falselye betrayed for lucre of hyre, 
 At length she was forced to make a retyre ; 
 Then her souldiers into a strong castle drew she : 
 Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree ? 
 
 XIV 
 
 Her foes they beset her on everye side. 
 As thinking close siege shee co'ld never abide ; 
 To beate down the walles they all did decree : 
 But stDutlye defyed them brave Mary Ambree. 
 
 XV 
 
 Then tooke she her sword and her target in hand. 
 And mounting the walls all undaunted did stand, 
 There daring their captaines to match any three : 
 what a brave captaine was Mary Ambree ! 
 
 XVI 
 ' Now saye, English captaine, what woldest thou give 
 To ransome thy selfe, which else must not live ? 
 Come yield thy selfe quicklye, or slaine thou must bee.'- 
 O then smiled sweetlye brave Mary Ambree. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' Ye captaines couragious, of valour so bold. 
 Whom thinke you before you now you doe behold ? ' — 
 ' A knight, sir, of England, and captaine soe free, 
 Who shortelye with us a pris'ner must bee.' — 
 
MARY AMBREE 
 
 XVIII 
 ' No captaine of England ; behold in your sight 
 Two brests in my bosome, and therfore no knight : 
 Noe knight, sirs, of England, nor captaine you see. 
 But a poor simple lass, called Mary Ambree.' — 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' But art thou a woman, as thou dost declare, 
 Whose valor hath prov'd so undaunted in warre ? 
 If England doth yield such brave lasses as thee, 
 Full well may they conquer, faire Mary Ambree ! ' 
 
 XX 
 
 Then to her owne country shee backe did retume. 
 Still holding the foes of faire England in scorne : 
 Therfore, English captaines of every degree, 
 Sing forth the brave valours of Mary Ambree ! 
 
 i66. The Lady turned Serving-Man 
 
 I 
 
 YOU beauteous ladies great and small, 
 I write unto you, one and all. 
 Whereby that you may understand 
 What I have sufFer'd in this land. 
 
 II 
 I was by birth a lady fair. 
 My father's chief and only heir; 
 But when my good old father died, 
 Then I was made a young knight's bride. 
 
 Ill 
 And then my love built me a bower, 
 Bedeck'd with many a fragrant flower ; 
 A braver bower you ne'er did see 
 Than my true love did build for me. 
 S32 
 
THE LADY TURNED SERVING-MAN 
 
 IV 
 
 But there came thieves late in the night, 
 They robb'4 my bower, and slew my knight, 
 And after that my knight was slain 
 I could no longer there remain. 
 
 My servants all from me did fly 
 
 In the midst of my extremity, 
 
 And left me by myself alone 
 
 With a heart more cold than any stone. 
 
 VI 
 
 Yet, though my heart was full of care, 
 Heaven would not suffer me to despair ; 
 Wherefore in haste I changed my name 
 From fair Elise to Sweet William. 
 
 And therewithal I cut my hair. 
 And dress'd myself in man's attire ; 
 And in my beaver, hose, and band, 
 I travell'd far through many a land. 
 
 vm 
 With a silver rapier by my side. 
 So like a gallant I did ride ; 
 The thing that I delighted on, 
 It was to be a serving-man. 
 
 IX 
 
 Thus in my sumptuous man's array 
 I bravely rode along the way ; 
 And at the last it chanced so 
 That I to the King's court did go. 
 
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THE LADY TURNED SERVING-MAN 
 
 Then to the King I bow'd full low, 
 My love and duty for to show ; 
 And so much favour I did crave, 
 That I a serving-man's place might have. 
 
 XI 
 
 ' Stand up, brave youth,' the King replied, 
 ' Thy service shall not be denied ; 
 But tell me first what thou canst do ; 
 Thou shalt be fitted thereunto. 
 
 XII 
 
 ' Wilt thou be usher of my hall. 
 To wait upon my nobles all ? 
 Or wilt thou be taster of my wine. 
 To wait on me when I do dine ? 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' Or wilt thou be my chamberlain. 
 To make my bed both soft and fine ? 
 Or wilt thou be one of my guard ? 
 And I will give thee thy reward.' 
 
 XIV 
 
 Sweet William, with a smiling face. 
 Said to the King, ' If 't please your Grace 
 To show such favour unto me, 
 Your chamberlain I fain would be.' 
 
 XV 
 
 The King then did the nobles call. 
 To ask the counsel of them all ; 
 Who gave consent Sweet William he 
 The King's own chamberlain should be. 
 S34 
 
THE LADY TURNED SERVING-MAN 
 
 XVI 
 
 Now mark what strange thing came to pass : 
 As the King one day a-hunting was, 
 With all his lords and noble train, 
 Sweet William did at home remain. 
 
 XVII 
 
 Sweet William had no company then 
 With him at home, but an old man : 
 And when he saw the house was clear. 
 He took a lute which he had there : 
 
 XVIII 
 
 Upon the lute Sweet William play'd, 
 And to the same he sang and said, 
 With a sweet and noble voice 
 Which made the old man to rejoice : 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' My father was as brave a lord 
 As ever Europe did afford, 
 My mother was a lady bright. 
 My husband was a valiant knight : 
 
 XX 
 
 ' And I myself a lady gay, 
 Bedeck'd with gorgeous rich array ; 
 The bravest lady in the land 
 Had not more pleasure at command. 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' I had my music every day, 
 Harmonious lessons for to play ; 
 1 had my virgins fair and free 
 Continually to wait on me. 
 
 8,^5 
 
THE LADY TURNED SERVING-MAN 
 
 XXII 
 
 ' But now, alas ! my husband 's dead, 
 And all my friends are from me fled ; 
 My former joys are pass'd and gone, 
 For I am now a serving-man.' 
 
 XXIII 
 
 At last the King from hunting came, 
 And presently, upon the same, 
 He called for this good old man, 
 And thus to speak the King began : 
 
 xxrv 
 ' What news, what news, old man ? ' quoth he ; 
 ' What news hast thou to tell to me ? ' — 
 ' Brave news,' the old man he did say, 
 ' Sweet William is a lady gay,' — 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' 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 shah be hang'd up presently.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 But when the King the truth had found, 
 His joys did more and more abound : 
 According as the old man did say. 
 Sweet William was a lady gay. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 Therefore the King without delay 
 Put on her glorious rich array, 
 And upon her head a crown of gold 
 Which was most famous to behold. 
 836 
 
THE LADY TURNED SERVING-MAN 
 
 XXVIII 
 
 And then, for fear of further strife, 
 He took Sweet William for his wife : 
 The like before was never seen, 
 A serving-man to be a queen. 
 
 167. The Simple Ploughboy 
 
 I 
 
 OTHE Ploughboy was a-ploughing 
 With his horses on the plain, 
 And was singing of a song as on went he : 
 ' Since that I have fall'n in love. 
 If the parents disapprove, 
 
 'Tis the first thing that will send me to the sea.' 
 
 When the parents came to know 
 That their daughter loved him so, 
 
 Then they sent a gang, and press'd him for the sea. 
 And they made of him a tar. 
 To be slain in cruel war ; 
 
 Of the simple Ploughboy singing on the lea. 
 
 The maiden sore did grieve. 
 And without a word of leave. 
 
 From her father's house she fled secretlie, 
 In male attire dress'd, 
 With a star upon her breast, 
 
 All to seek her simple Ploughboy on the sea. 
 
 837 
 
THE SIMPLE PLOUGHBOY 
 
 Then she went o'er hill and plain, 
 And she walked in wind and rain, 
 
 Till she came to the brink of the blue sea, 
 Saying, ' I am forced to rove, 
 For the loss of my true love, 
 
 Who is but a simple Ploughboy from the lea.' 
 
 Now the first she did behold, 
 O it was a sailor bold, 
 
 ' Have you seen my simple Ploughboy ? ' then said she. 
 ' They have press'd him to the fleet, 
 Sent him tossing on the deep, 
 
 Who is but a simjile Ploughboy from the lea.' 
 
 VI 
 
 Then she went to the Captain, 
 And to him she made complain, 
 
 ' O a silly Ploughboy 's run away from me ! ' 
 Then the Captain smiled and said, 
 ' Why Sir ! surely you're a maid ! 
 
 So the Ploughboy I will render up to thee.' 
 
 VII 
 
 Then she pulled out a store, 
 
 Of five hundred crowns and more. 
 
 And she strew'd them on the deck, did she. 
 Then she took him by the hand. 
 And she row'd him to the land. 
 
 Where she wed the simple Ploughboy back from sea. 
 
i6S. Caw sand Bay 
 
 I 
 
 IN Cawsand Bay lying, with the Blue Peter flying, 
 And all hands on deck for the anchor to weigh, 
 When ofl^ came a lady, as fresh as a daisy. 
 And modestly hailing, the damsel did say : 
 
 ' Ship ahoy ! bear a hand there ! I wants a young man there, 
 So heave us a man-rope, or send him to me ; 
 
 His name 's Henry Grady, and I am a lady. 
 Arrived to prevent him from going to sea.' 
 
 Now the captain, his honour, when he looked upon her, 
 He ran down the side for to hand her on board. 
 
 Cried he, with emotion, ' What son of the ocean 
 Can thus be looked after by Helena Ford ? ' 
 
 IV 
 
 Then the lady made answer, ' That there is a man, sir, 
 I'll make him as free as a Duke or a Lord.' — 
 
 ' Oh no ! ' says the capp'en, ' That can't very well happen, 
 I've got sailing orders — you, sir, stop on board.' 
 
 But up spoke the lady, ' Don't you mind him, Hal Grady, 
 He once was your capp'en, but now you're at large. 
 
 You shan't stop on board her, for all that chap's order ! ' 
 Then out of her bosom she drew his discharge. 
 
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CAWSAND BAY 
 
 VI 
 
 Said the cajjtain, ' I'm hang'd now, you're cool, and I'm 
 
 bang'd now ! ' 
 
 Said Ha), ' Here, old Weatherface, take all my clothes,' 
 
 And ashore then he steer'd her; the lads they all cheer'd 
 
 her; 
 
 But the captain was jealous, and looked down his nose. 
 
 VII 
 
 Then she got a shore tailor to rig up lier sailor 
 
 In white nankeen trowsers and long blue-tail'd coat ; 
 
 And he looked like a squire, for all to admire. 
 With a dimity handkercher tied round his throat. 
 
 Tliey'd a house that was greater than any first-rater, 
 With footmen in livery handing the drink. 
 
 And a garden to go in, where flowers were blowing, 
 The buttercup, daisy, the lily, the pink. 
 
 IX 
 
 And he got edication befitting his station 
 
 (For we all of us know we're not too old to lam) ; 
 
 And his messmates they found him, his little ones round 
 him, 
 All chips of the old block from the stem to the starn. 
 
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i6p. The Greenland Fishery 
 I 
 
 IN seventeen hundred and ninety-four, 
 On March the twentieth day ; 
 We hoist our colours to the mast, 
 
 And for Greenland bore away, brave boys i 
 And for Greenland bore away. 
 
 II 
 We were twelve gallant men aboard, 
 
 And to the North did steer : 
 Old England left we in our wake — 
 We sailors knew no fear, brave boys ! 
 We sailors knew no fear. 
 
 Ill 
 Our boatswain to the mast-head went, 
 
 Wi' a spy glass in his hand ; 
 He cries, ' A whale ! a whale doth blow, 
 She blows at every span, brave boys ! 
 She blows at every span.' 
 
 IV 
 
 Our Captain on the master deck 
 
 (A very good man was he), 
 ' Overhaul ! overhaul ! let the boat tackle fall, 
 
 And launch your boat to sea, brave boys [ 
 And launch your boat to sea.' 
 
 V 
 
 Our boat being launch'd, and all hands in, 
 
 The whale was full in view ; 
 Resolved was then each seaman bold 
 
 To steer where the whale-fish blew, brave boys ! 
 To steer where the whale-fish blew. 
 
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THE GREENLAND FISHERY 
 
 VI 
 
 The whale was struck, and the line paid out, 
 
 She gave a flash with her tail ; 
 The boat capsized, and we lost four men. 
 
 And we never caught that whale, brave boys! 
 And we never caught that whale. 
 
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 Bad news we to the Captain brought. 
 
 The loss of four men true. 
 A sorrowful man was our Captain then, 
 
 And the colours down he drew, brave boys ! 
 And the colours down he drew. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' The losing of this whale,' said he, 
 
 ' Doth grieve my heart full sore ; 
 But the losing of four gallant men 
 
 Doth hurt me ten times more, brave boys ! 
 Doth hurt me ten times more. 
 
 IX 
 
 ' The winter star doth now appear. 
 
 So, boys, the anchor weigh ; 
 'Tis time to leave this cold country, 
 
 And for England bear away, brave boys ! 
 And for England bear away, 
 
 X 
 
 ' For Greenland is a barren place, 
 
 A land where grows no green, 
 But ice and snow, and the whale-fish blow, 
 
 And the daylight 's seldom seen, brave boys! 
 And the daylight 's seldom seen ! ' 
 
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170. The Old Cloak 
 
 THIS winter's weather it waxeth cold, 
 And frost it freezeth on every hill, 
 And Boreas blows his blast so bold 
 
 That all our cattle are like to spill. 
 Bell, my wife, she loves no strife ; 
 
 She said unto me quietlye, 
 ' Rise up, and save cow Crumbock's life'. 
 Man, put thine old cloak about thee ! ' 
 
 II 
 He. O Bell my wife, why dost thou flyte ? 
 Thou kens my cloak is very thin : 
 It is so bare and over worn, 
 
 A cricke thereon cannot renn. 
 Then I'll no longer borrow nor lend ; 
 
 For once I'll new apparell'd be ; 
 To-morrow I'll to town and spend ; 
 For I'll have a new cloak about me. 
 
 Ill 
 She. Cow Crumbock is a very good cow : 
 
 She has been always true to the pail ; 
 She has help'd us to butter and cheese, I trow. 
 
 And other things she will not fail. 
 I would be loth to see her pine. 
 
 Good husband, counsel take of me : 
 It is not for us to go so fine — 
 
 Man, take thine old cloak about thee ! 
 
 flyte] scold. 
 
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THE OLD CLOAK 
 
 He. My cloak it was a very good cloak, 
 
 It hath been always true to the wear ; 
 But now it is not worth a groat : 
 
 I have had it four and forty year'. 
 Sometime it was of cloth in grain : 
 
 'Tis now but a sigh clout, as you may see : 
 It will neither hold out wind nor rain ; 
 
 And I'll have a new cloak about me. 
 
 V 
 
 She. It is four and forty years ago 
 
 Sine the one of us the other did ken ; 
 And we have had, betwixt us two, 
 
 Of children either nine or ten : 
 We have brought them up to women and men : 
 
 In the fear of God I trow they be : 
 And why wilt thou thyself misken ? 
 
 Man, take thine old cloak about thee ! 
 
 VI 
 
 He. O Bell my wife, why dost thou flyte ? 
 
 Now is now, and then was then : 
 Seek now all the world throughout. 
 
 Thou kens not clowns from gentlemen : 
 They are clad in black, green, yellow and blue. 
 
 So far above their own degree. 
 Once in my life I'll take a view ; 
 
 For I'll have a new cloak about me. 
 
 VII 
 
 She. King Stephen was a worthy peer ; 
 
 His breeches cost him but a crown ; 
 He held them sixpence all too dear, 
 Therefore he called the tailor ' lown.' 
 
 cloth in grain] scarlet cloth. sigh clout] a rag for straining. 
 
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THE OLD CLOAK 
 
 He was a king and wore the crown, 
 And thou'se but of a low degree : 
 
 It 's pride that puts this country down : 
 Man, take thy old cloak about thee ! 
 
 VIII 
 
 He, Bell my wife, she loves not strife, 
 
 Yet she will lead me, if she can : 
 And to maintain an easy life 
 
 I oft must yield, though I'm good-man. 
 It 's not for a man with a woman to threap, 
 
 Unless he first give o'er the plea : 
 As we began, so will we keep, 
 
 And I'll take my old cloak about me. 
 
 171. Widdicombe Fair 
 
 ' ^X^OM PEARS E, Tom Pearse, lend me yourgrey mare, 
 
 1 All along, down along, out along, lee. 
 For I want for to go to Widdicombe Fair, 
 Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, 
 
 Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk, 
 Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all.' 
 
 Chorus. Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all. 
 
 II 
 ' And when shall I see again my grey mare .' ' — 
 
 All along, down along, out along, lee. 
 ' By Friday soon, or Saturday noon, 
 
 Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,' &c. 
 
 threap] argue. 
 
 Hi 
 
WIDDICOMBE FAIR 
 
 III 
 Then Friday came, and Saturday noon, 
 
 All along, down along, out along, lee. 
 But Tom Pearse's old mare hath not trotted home, 
 
 Wi' Bill Brewer, &c. 
 
 IV 
 
 So Tom Pearse he got up to the top o' the hill. 
 
 All along, down along, out along, lee. 
 And he seed his old mare down a-making her will 
 
 Wi' Bill Brewer, &c. 
 
 V 
 
 So Tom Pearse's old mare, her took sick and her died. 
 
 All along, down along, out along, lee. 
 And Tom he sat down on a stone, and he cried 
 
 Wi' Bill Brewer, &c. 
 
 VI 
 
 But this isn't the end o' this shocking affair, 
 
 All along, down along, out along, lee. 
 Nor, though they be dead, of the horrid career 
 
 Of Bill Brewei-, &c. 
 
 VII 
 
 When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night, 
 
 All along, down along, out along, lee. 
 Tom Pearse's old mare doth apjjear, gashly white, 
 
 Wi' Bill Brewer, &c. 
 
 VIII 
 
 And all the long night be heard skirling and groans, 
 
 All along, down along, out along, lee. 
 From Tom Pearse's old mare in her rattling bones, 
 
 And from Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, 
 Peter Davy, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk, 
 
 Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all. 
 
 Chorus. Old Uncle Tom Cobbleigh and all. 
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172. Get up and Bar the Door 
 
 IT fell about the Martinmas time, 
 And a gay time it was then, 
 When our goodwife got puddings to make, 
 And she's boil'd them in the pan. 
 
 The wind sae cauld blew south and north, 
 
 And blew into the floor ; 
 Quoth our goodman to our goodwife, 
 
 ' Gae out and bar the door.' — 
 
 ' My hand is in my hussyfskap, 
 
 Goodman, as ye may see ; 
 An' it shou'dna be barr'd this hundred year. 
 
 It 's no be barr'd for me.' 
 
 IV 
 
 They made a paction 'tween them twa, 
 
 They made it firm and sure. 
 That the first word whae'er shou'd speak, 
 
 Shou'd rise and bar the door. 
 
 Then by there came two gentlemen, 
 
 At twelve o' clock at night. 
 And they could neither see house nor hall, 
 
 Nor coal nor candle-light. 
 
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GET UP AND BAR THE DOOR 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Now whether is this a rich man's house, 
 
 Or whether is it a poor ? ' 
 But. ne'er a word wad ane o' them sjwak, 
 
 For barring of the door. 
 
 VII 
 
 And first they ate the white puddings, , 
 
 And then they ate the black. 
 Tho' muckle thought the goodwife to hersel' 
 
 Yet ne'er a word she spake. 
 
 VIII 
 
 Then said the one unto the other, 
 
 ' Here, man, tak ye my knife ; 
 Do ye tak aff the auld man's beard. 
 
 And I'll kiss the goodwife.' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' But there 's nae water in the house, 
 And what shall we do than ? ' — 
 
 ' What ails ye at the pudding-broo, 
 That boils into the pan ? ' 
 
 X 
 
 O up then started our goodman, 
 
 An angry man was he : 
 'Will ye kiss my wife before my een, 
 
 And sca'd me wi* pudding-bree ? ' 
 
 XI 
 
 Then up and started our goodwife, 
 
 Gied three skips on the floor : 
 ' Goodman, you've spoken the foremost word ! 
 
 Get up and bar the door.' 
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172. King John and the Abbot of Canterbury 
 
 AN ancient story I'll tell you anon 
 /jlOF a notable prince, that was callM King John ; 
 And he ruled England with maine and with might, 
 For he did great wrong, and maintein'd little right. 
 
 And I'll tell you a story, a story so merrye, 
 Concerning the Abbot of Canterbiirye ; 
 How, for his house-keeping and high renowne, 
 They rode poste for him to fair London towne. 
 
 Ill 
 
 An hundred men, the King did heare say, 
 The Abbot kept in his house every day ; 
 And fifty golde chaynes, without any doubt. 
 In velvet coates waited the Abbot about. 
 
 ' How now. Father Abbot, I heare it of thee 
 Thou keepest a farre better house than mee. 
 And for thy house-keeping and high renowne, 
 I feare thou work'st treason against my crown.' — 
 
 V 
 
 ' My liege,' quo' the Abbot, ' I would it were.knowne, 
 I never spend nothing, but what is my owne ; 
 And I trust your Grace will doe me no deere 
 For spending of my owne true-gotten geere.' 
 
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KING JOHN AND THE 
 
 VI 
 
 ' Yes, yes, Father Abbot, thy fault it is highe, 
 And now for the same thou needest must dye ; 
 For except thou canst answer me questions three, 
 Thy head shall be smitten from thy bodie. 
 
 VII 
 
 'And first,' quo' the King, ' when I'm in this stead, 
 With my crowne of golde so faire on my head, 
 Among all my liege-men so noble of birthe, 
 Thou must tell me to one penny what I am worthe. 
 
 VIII 
 
 ' Secondlye, tell me, without any doubt, 
 How soone I may ride the whole worlde about. 
 And at the third question thou must not shrinke, 
 But tell me here truly what I do thinke.' — 
 
 IX 
 
 ' O, these are hard questions for my shallow witt. 
 Nor I cannot answer your Grace as yet : 
 But if you will give me but three weekes space, 
 I'll do my endeavour to answer your Grace. 
 
 X 
 
 ' Now three weekes space to thee will I give. 
 And that is the longest time thou hast to live ; 
 For if thou dost not answer my questions three, 
 Thy lands and thy livings are forfeit to mee.' 
 
 XI 
 
 Away rode the Abbot all sad at that word. 
 And he rode to Cambridge, and Oxen ford ; 
 But never a doctor there was so wise. 
 That could with his learning an answer devise. 
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ABBOT OF CANTERBURY 
 
 XII 
 
 Then home rode the Abbot of comfort so cold, 
 And he mett with his shepheard a-going to fold : 
 ' How now, my lord Abbot, you are welcome home ; 
 What newes do you bring us from good King John ? ' — 
 
 XIII 
 
 ' Sad newes, sad newes, shepheard, I must give ; 
 That I have but three days more to live : 
 For if I do not answer him questions three, 
 My head will be smitten from my bodie. 
 
 XIV 
 ' The first is to tell him there in that stead. 
 With his crowne of golde so fair on his head, 
 Among all his liege-men so noble of birthe, 
 To within one penny of what he is worthe. 
 
 XV 
 
 ' The seconde, to tell him, without any doubt, 
 How soone he may ride this whole worlde about : 
 And at the third question I must not shrinke. 
 But tell him there truly what he does thinke.' — 
 
 XVI 
 
 ' Now cheare up, sire Abbot, did you never hear yet, 
 That a fool he may learn a wise man witt ? 
 Lend me horse, and serving-men, and your apparel. 
 And I'll ride to London to answere your quarrel. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ' Nay frowne not, if it hath bin told unto mee, 
 
 I am like your lordship, as ever may bee : 
 
 And if you will but lend me your gowne, 
 
 There is none shall knowe us at fair London towne.'— 
 
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KING JOHN AND THE 
 
 XVIII 
 
 ' Now horses and serving-men thou shalt have, 
 With sumptuous array most gallant and brave ; 
 With crozier, and miter, and rochet, and cope. 
 Fit to appeare 'fore our Father the Pope.'— 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Now welcome, sire Abbot,' the King he did say, 
 ' 'Tis well thou'rt come back to keepe thy day ; 
 For and if thou canst answer my questions three. 
 Thy life and thy living both;saved shall bee. 
 
 ' And first, when thou seest me here in this stead, 
 With my crown of golde so fair on my head. 
 Among all my liege-men so noble of birthe. 
 Tell me to one penny what I am worthe.' — 
 
 XXI 
 
 ' For thirty pence our Saviour was sold 
 Amonge the false Jewes, as I have bin told ; 
 And twenty-nine is the worthe of thee, . 
 For I thinke thou art one penny worser than hee.' 
 
 XXII 
 
 The King he laughed, and swore by St. Bittel, 
 ' I did not thinke I had been worthe so littel ! 
 — Now secondly tell me, without any doubt. 
 How soone I may ride this whole world about.' — 
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ABBOT OF CANTERBURY 
 
 XXIU 
 
 ' You must rise with the sun, and ride with the same, 
 Until the next morning he riseth againe ; 
 And then your Grace need not make any doubt, 
 But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about.' 
 
 XXIV 
 
 The King he laughed, and swore by St. Jone, 
 
 ' I did not think it could be gone so soone ! 
 
 — Now from the third question thou must not shrinke, 
 
 But tell me here truly what I do thinke.' — 
 
 XXV 
 
 ' Yea, that shall I do, and make your Grace merry : 
 You thinke I'm the Abbot of Canterb&rye ; 
 But I'm his poor shepheard, as plain you may see, 
 That am come to beg pardon for him and for mee.' 
 
 XXVI 
 
 The King he laughed, and swore by the Masse, 
 ' I'll make thee Lord Abbot this day in his place ! ' — 
 ' Now naye, my liege, be not in such speede. 
 For alacke I can neither write, ne reade.' — 
 
 XXVII 
 
 ' Four nobles a weeke, then, I will give thee 
 For this merry jest thou hast showne unto mee ; 
 And tell the old Abbot when thou comest home. 
 Thou hast brought him a pardon from good King John. 
 
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7/4. The Children in the Wood 
 
 NOW ponder well, you parents dear, 
 These words which I shall write ; 
 A doleful story you shall hear, 
 
 In time brought forth to light. 
 A gentleman of good account 
 
 In Norfolk dwelt of late, 
 Who did in honour far surmount 
 Most men of his estate. 
 
 Sore sick he was and like to die, 
 
 No help his life could save ; 
 His wife by him as sick did lie, 
 
 And both possest one grave. 
 No love between these two was lost. 
 
 Each was to other kind ; 
 In love they lived, in love they died. 
 
 And left two babes behind : 
 
 The one a fine and pretty boy 
 
 Not passing three years old, 
 The other a girl more young than he, 
 
 And framed in beauty's mould. 
 The father left his little son, 
 
 As plainly did appear. 
 When he to perfect age should come, 
 
 Three hundred pounds a year ; 
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THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD 
 
 IV 
 
 And to his little daughter Jane 
 
 Five hundred pounds in gold, 
 To be ])aid down on marriage-day, 
 
 Which might not be controll'd. 
 But if the children chanced to die 
 
 Ere they to age should come, 
 Their uncle should possess their wealth ; 
 
 For so the will did run. 
 
 V 
 
 ' Now, brother,' said the dying man, 
 
 ' Look to my children dear ; 
 Be good unto my boy and girl. 
 
 No friends else have they here: 
 To God and you I recommend 
 
 My children dear this day ; 
 But little while be sure we have 
 
 Within this world to stay. 
 
 VI 
 
 'You must be father and mother both. 
 
 And uncle, all in one ; 
 God knows what will become of them 
 
 When I am dead and gone.' 
 With that bespake their mother dear ; 
 
 ' O brother kind,' quoth she, 
 ' You are the man must bring our babes 
 
 To wealth or misery ! 
 
 VII 
 
 ' And if you keep them carefully, 
 
 Then God will you reward ; 
 But if you otherwise should deal, 
 
 God \vill your deeds regard.' 
 
 8SS 
 
THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD 
 
 With lips as cold as any stone, 
 They kiss'd their children small : 
 
 ' God bless you both, my children dear ! ' 
 With that the tears did fall. 
 
 VIII 
 
 These speeches then their brother spake 
 
 To this sick couple there : 
 ' The keeping of your little ones, 
 
 Sweet sister, do not fear ; 
 God never prosper me nor mine. 
 
 Nor aught else that I have. 
 If I do wrong your children dear 
 
 When you are laid in grave ! ' 
 
 The parents being dead and gone. 
 
 The children home he takes, I 
 
 And brings them straight unto his housed 
 
 Where much of them he makes. ij 
 He had not kept these pretty babes" 
 
 A twelvemonth and a day. 
 But, for their wealth, he did devise 
 
 To make them both away. 
 
 •J 
 
 / 
 
 X 
 
 He bargain'd with two ruffians strong, 
 
 Which were of fuiious mood. 
 That they should take these children young. 
 
 And slay them in a wood. 
 He told his wife an artful tale : 
 
 He would the children send 
 To be brought up in London town 
 
 With one that was his friend. 
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THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD 
 
 XI 
 
 Away then went those pretty babes, 
 
 Rejoicing at that tide, 
 Rejoicing with a merry mind 
 
 They should on cock-horse ride. 
 They prate and prattle pleasantly. 
 
 As they ride on the way, 
 To those that should their butchers be 
 
 And work their lives' decay : 
 
 XII 
 
 So that the pretty speech they had 
 
 Made Murder s heart relent ; 
 And they that undertook the deed 
 
 Full sore did now repent. 
 Yet one of them, more hard of heart, 
 
 Did vow to do his charge. 
 Because the wretch that hired him 
 
 Had paid him very large. 
 
 XIII 
 
 The other won't agree thereto, 
 
 So here they fall to strife ; 
 With one another they did fight 
 
 About the children's life : 
 And he that was of mildest mood 
 
 Did slay the other there. 
 Within an unfrequented wood. — 
 
 The babes did quake for fear ! 
 
 XIV 
 
 He took the children by the hand. 
 
 Tears standing in their eye. 
 And bade them straightway follow him. 
 
 And look they did not cry ; 
 
THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD 
 
 And two long miles he led them on, 
 While they for food complain : 
 
 ' Stay here,' quoth he ; ' I'll bring you bread 
 When I come back again.' 
 
 These pretty babes, with hand in hand, 
 
 Went wandering up and down ; 
 But never more could see the man 
 
 Approaching from the town. 
 Their pretty lips with blackberries 
 
 Were all besmear'd and dyed ; 
 And when they saw the darksome night, 
 
 They sat them down and cried. 
 
 XVI 
 
 Thus wander'd these poor innocents, 
 
 Till death did end their grief; 
 In one another's arms they died, 
 
 As wanting due relief: 
 No burial this pretty pair 
 
 From any man receives, 
 Till Robin Redbreast piously 
 
 Did cover them with leaves. 
 
 XVII 
 
 And now the heavy wrath of God 
 
 Upon their uncle fell ; 
 Yea, fearful fiends did haunt his house, 
 
 His conscience felt an hell : 
 His barns were fired, his goods consumed, 
 
 His lands were barren made. 
 His cattle died within the field, 
 
 And nothing with him stay'd. 
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THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD 
 
 XVII [ 
 
 And in a voyage to Portugal 
 
 Two of his sons did die ; 
 And, to conclude, himself was brought 
 
 To want and misery : 
 He pawn'd and mortgaged all his land 
 
 Ere seven years came about. 
 And now at last his wicked act 
 
 Did by this means come out. 
 
 XIX 
 
 The fellow that did take in hand 
 
 These children for to kill, 
 Was for a robbery judged to die, 
 
 Such was God's blessed will : 
 Who did confess the very truth, 
 
 As here hath been display'd : 
 The uncle having died in jail, 
 
 Where he for debt was laid. 
 
 XX 
 
 You that executors be made. 
 
 And overseers eke. 
 Of children that be fatherless. 
 
 And infants mild and meek. 
 Take you example by this thing. 
 
 And yield to each his right, 
 Lest God with suchlike misery 
 
 Your wicked minds requite. 
 
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77/. The Suffolk Miracle 
 
 A WONDER stranger ne'er was known 
 Than what I now shall treat upon. 
 In Suffolk there did Jately dwell 
 A farmer rich and known full well. 
 
 He had a daughter fair and bright, 
 On whom he placed his chief delight ; 
 Her beauty was beyond compare, 
 She was both virtuous and fair. 
 
 Ill 
 
 A young man there was living by, 
 Who was so charmed with her eye, 
 That he could never be at rest ; 
 He was by love so much possest. 
 
 He made address to her, and she 
 Did grant him love immediately ; 
 But when her father came to hear, 
 He parted her and her poor dear. 
 
 Forty miles distant was she sent, 
 Unto his brother's, with intent 
 That she should there so long remain, 
 Till she had changed her mind again. 
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THE SUFFOLK MIRACLE 
 
 VI 
 
 Hereat this young man sadly grieved, 
 But knew not how to be relieved ; 
 He sigh'd and sobb'd continually 
 That his true love he could not see. 
 
 VII 
 
 She by no means could to him send, 
 Who was her heart's espoused friend ; 
 He sigh'd, he grieved, but all in vain. 
 For she confined must still remain. 
 
 VIII 
 
 He mourn'd so much that doctor's art 
 Could give no ease unto his heart, 
 Who was so strangely terrified 
 That in short time for love he died. 
 
 IX 
 
 She that from him was sent away 
 Knew nothing of his dying day ; 
 But constant still she did remain, 
 And loved the dead, although in vain, 
 
 X 
 
 After he had in grave been laid 
 A month or more, unto this maid 
 He comes in middle of the night, 
 Who joy'd to see her heart's delight. 
 
 XI 
 
 Her father's horse which well she knew. 
 Her mother's hood and safeguard too. 
 He brought with him to testify 
 Her parents' order he came by. 
 
 safeguard] riding-skiit. 
 
THE SUFFOLK MIRACLE 
 
 XII 
 
 Which when her uncle understood, 
 He hoped it would be for her good, 
 And gave consent to her straightway 
 That with him she should come away. 
 
 XIII 
 
 When she was got her love behind, 
 They pass'd as swift as any wind, 
 That in two hours, or little more, 
 He brought her to her father's door. 
 
 XIV 
 
 But as they did this great haste make, 
 He did complain his head did ache ; 
 Her handkerchief she then took out. 
 And tied the same his head about. 
 
 XV 
 
 And unto him she thus did say : 
 ' Thou art as cold as any clay. 
 When we come home a fire we'll have ' ; 
 But little dream'd he went to grave. 
 
 XVI 
 
 Soon were they at her father's door, 
 And after she ne'er saw him more ; 
 ' I'll set the horse lip,' then he said, 
 And there he left this harmless maid. 
 
 XVII 
 
 She knock'd, and straight a man he cried, 
 ' Who's there ? ' ' 'Tis I,' she then replied ; 
 Who wonder'd much her voice to hear, 
 And was possest with dread and fear. 
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THE SUFFOLK MIRACLE 
 
 XVIII 
 
 Her father he did tell, and then 
 He stared like an affrighted man : 
 Down stairs he ran, and when he see her, 
 Cried out, ' My child, how cam'st thou here ? ' 
 
 XIX 
 
 ' Pray, sir, did you not send for me 
 By such a messenger ? ' said she : 
 Which made his hair stand on Iiis head, 
 As knowing well that he was dead. 
 
 XX 
 
 'Where is he ? ' then to her he said. — 
 ' He's in the stable,' quoth the maid. — 
 ' Go in,' said he, ' and go to bed ; 
 I'll see the horse well littered.' 
 
 XXI 
 
 He stared about, and there could he 
 No shape of any mankind see. 
 But found his horse all on a sweat ; 
 Which made him in a deadly fret. 
 
 XXII 
 
 His daughter he said nothing to. 
 Nor no-one else (though well they knew 
 That he was dead a month before). 
 For fear of grieving her full sore. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 Her father to his father went 
 Who was deceased, with full intent 
 To tell him what his daughter said ; 
 So both came back unto this maid. 
 
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 They ask'd her, and she still did say 
 'Twas he that then brought her away ; 
 Which when they heard, they were amazed, 
 And on each other strangely gazed.. 
 
 A handkerchief she said she tied 
 About his head, and that they tried ; 
 The sexton they did speak unto 
 That he the grave would then undo. 
 
 Affrighted then they did behold 
 His body turning into mould, 
 And though he had a month been dead 
 This kerchief was about his head. 
 
 This thing unto her then they told. 
 And the whole truth they did unfold. 
 She was thereat so terrified 
 And grieved, she quickly after died. 
 
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176. Bessie Bell and Mary Gray 
 
 O BESSIE BELL and Mary Gray, 
 They war twa bonnie lasses ; 
 They biggit a bower on yon burn-brae, 
 And theekit it o'er wi' rashes. 
 
 They theekit it o'er wi' rashes green, 
 They theekit it o'er wi' heather ; 
 
 But the pest cam frae the burrows-town, 
 And slew them baith thegither. 
 
 They thought to lye in Methven kirkyard, 
 
 Amang their noble kin ; 
 But they maun lye in Stronach haugh, 
 
 To biek forenent the sin. 
 
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 And Bessie Bell and Mary Gray, 
 
 They war twa bonnie lasses ; 
 They biggit a bower on yon burn-brae. 
 
 And theekit it o'er wi' rashes. 
 
 biggit] built. theekit] thatched. haugh] water-mead, 
 
 biekj bask. sin] sun. 
 
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 A lair maid sat in her bower-door 
 
 A ship I have got in the North Country 
 
 A wonder stranger ne'er was known 
 
 About Yule, when the wind blew cule 
 
 Adieu, madame, my mother dear . 
 
 A' the boys of merry Lincoln 
 
 All the trees they are so high 
 
 AH under the leaves and the leaves of life 
 
 An ancient story I'll tell you anon 
 
 An earthly nourrice sits and sings 
 
 Annan water's wading deep. 
 
 As I pass'd by a river side , 
 
 As I sat under a sycamore tree 
 
 As I was a-walking mine alane 
 
 As I was cast in my first sleepe 
 
 As I was walking all alane . 
 
 As I was walking mine alane 
 
 As it befel in midsummer-time 
 
 As it fell on a holy-day 
 
 As it fell on one holy-day . 
 
 As it fell out on a long summer's day 
 
 As it fell out one May morning 
 
 As it fell out upon a day , 
 
 Be it right or wrong, these men among 
 Bui how many months be in the year ? . 
 By Arthur's Dale as late I went . 
 
 Can I not sing but ' Hoy ' . 
 
 Childe Maurice hunted the Silver Wood 
 
 Childe Waters in his stable stood , 
 
 Clerk Colven and his gay ladie 
 
 Clerk Saunders and may Margaret 
 
 Come, all you brave gallants, and listen a while 
 
 Come, gentlemen all, and listen a while 
 
 Come listen to me, you gallants so free 
 
 Cospatrick has sent o'er the faem 
 
 Der lived a king inta da aste 
 
 Eriinton had a fair daughter 
 Ettrick Forest is a fair forest 
 
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 Fair Margret was a proud ladye . 
 False Sir John a-wooing came , 
 Foul fa' the breast first treason bred in I 
 Four-and-twenty nobles rade to the King's ha' 
 
 Glasgerion was a King's own son . 
 
 God ! let never soe old a man . . . 
 
 God send the land deliverance 
 
 Gude Lord Scroope 's to the hunting gane 
 
 Hearken to me, gentlemen .... 
 
 Her mother died when she was young . 
 
 Hie upon Hielands ..... 
 
 Hit wes upon a Scere-thorsday 
 
 Hynd Horn 's bound, love, and Hynd Horn *s free 
 
 ' I am as brown as brown can be . 
 I have heard talk of bold Robin Hood . 
 * I heard a cow low, a bonnie coa' low , 
 I herde a carpyng of a clerk 
 I was a lady of high renown 
 ' I was but seven year auld . 
 I wish I were where Helen lies 
 In Cawsand Bay lying, with the Blue Peter flying 
 In London was Young Beichau born . 
 In Scarlet town, where I was born 
 In seventeen hundred and ninety-four , 
 In somcr, when the shawes be sheyne . 
 In summer time, when leaves grow green 
 In summer time, when leaves grow green 
 In the third day of May 
 
 Liverey cam' doun Deeside, whistlin' and playi 
 It fell about the Lammas tide 
 ]t fell about the Martinmas . 
 It fell about the Martinmas time . 
 It fell about the Martinmas tyde . 
 It fell on a day, and a bonnie simmer day 
 It fell upon a Wadensday . 
 It 's Lamkin was a mason good . 
 It 's narrow, narrow, mak your bed 
 It was a blind beggar, had long lost his sight 
 It was a knight in Scotland born , 
 It was intill a pleasant time . 
 It was the worthy Lord of Lorn . 
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 , Lord mickle of might 
 
 lie rose up in a May morning 
 
 h was an old mar. 
 
 Easter has courted her for her lands 
 ! Arthur lives in merry Carlisle 
 
 Alice was sitting in her bower-window 
 at e'en, drinkin' the wine 
 ever a man a wooing wend 
 and listen, Gentlemen 
 Bateman was a noble lord 
 Ingram and Childe Vyet 
 Lovel he stood at his castle-gate 
 Thomas and Fair Annet 
 ngs, listen, and hold you still 
 , lulley ! lully, lulley ! . 
 
 : Hamilton 's to the kirk gane 
 
 this song, for it is true 
 Margaret sits in her bower door 
 
 it was in the grene foreste , 
 love has built a bonny ship, and set her 
 )ve he built me a bonny bower 
 laid awa', my plaid awa' . 
 
 is Christemas y-come . 
 Liddesdale has lain lang in , 
 Liddesdale has ridden a raid . 
 list and lithe, you gentlemen 
 ponder well, you parents dear 
 
 son Gross, that lives in yon tow'r 
 
 isie Bell and Mary Gray 
 
 my Baby Livingston . 
 
 ent 's your brow, my Lady Elspat 
 
 ye ever hear o' brave Earl Brand ? 
 
 e ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde? 
 
 rd ye na o' the silly blind Harper 
 
 forbid you, maidens a' 
 
 on Grame sat in Silverwood 
 
 iy, rock never your young son young 
 
 ie the Red and White Lilly . 
 
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 3 
 136 
 10: 
 
 70 
 19 
 
 154 
 
 150 
 
 16 
 
 "5 
 164 
 
 51 
 155 
 
 54 
 126 
 100 
 
 83 
 108 
 
 36 
 114 
 160 
 153 
 
 107 
 142 
 138 
 129 
 
 174 
 
 12 
 176 
 
 147 
 
 86 
 
 38 
 
 137 
 
 144 
 
 2 
 
 49 
 30 
 55 
 
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 O the Ploughboy was a ploughing . 
 
 * O well 's me o' my gay goss-hawk 
 
 ' O wha will shoe my bonny foot ? 
 
 O wha would wish the wind to blau 
 
 ' O where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son 
 
 ' O where hae ye been, my long, long love 
 
 O Willie's large o' limb and lith . 
 
 O wow for day I . . . . 
 
 Of a' the maids o' fair Scotland . 
 
 Our King he kept a false steward . 
 
 Prince Robert has wedded a gay ladye . 
 
 ' Rise up, rise up, now Lord Douglas,' she say; 
 
 Sales, ' Come here, cuzen Gawaine so gay 
 Saint Stephen was a clerk . 
 She lean'd her back unto a thorn . 
 Sum speiks of lords, sum speiks of lairds 
 Sweet Willy 's taen him o'er the faeni 
 
 The Angel Gabriel from God 
 The bonny heir, and the well-faur'd heir 
 The Duke of Gordon had three daughters 
 The eighteenth of October . 
 The first good joy our Mary had . 
 The gardener stands in his bower-door 
 The George-Aloe, and the Sweepstake, 
 The king sits in Dunfermline town 
 The maid she went to the well to washe 
 The Percy out of Northumberland 
 The shepard upon a hill he sat 
 ' The wind doth blow to-day, my love 
 The young lords o' the north country 
 There are twelve months in all the year 
 There cam' seven Egyptians on a day 
 ' There is a feast in your father's house 
 There lived a wife at Usher's well 
 There was a knight and a lady bright 
 There was a may, and a weel-far'd may 
 There was a rich lord, and he lived in Forfar 
 There was a youth, and a well-beloved youth 
 There were three ladies play'd at the ba' 
 There were three ravens sat on a tree , 
 There were three sisters fair and bright 
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 e were twa brethren in the North . 
 
 e were twa sisters sat in a hour 
 
 e where three ladies live in a bower 
 
 ae nighte, this ae nighte 
 
 winter's weather it waxeth cold . 
 en Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me your grey mare 
 ! Thomas lay on Huntlie bank 
 rn, Willie Macintosh . , 
 
 n captains couraglous whom death could not daunte 
 
 n Robin Hood and Little John 
 
 n shaws beene sheene, and shradds full fayre 
 
 n we were silly sisters seven . 
 
 ly does your brand sae drop wi' blude 
 
 you hear a Spanish lady 
 
 ie stands in his stable door . 
 
 Hie, Willie, what makes you sae sad ? 
 
 Ily 's rare, and Willy 's fair » 
 
 highlands and ye Lawlands 
 
 maun gang to your father, Janet . 
 
 beauteons ladies great and small . 
 ng Bekie was as brave a knight 
 
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 63 
 23 
 57 
 33 
 
 170 
 
 171 
 I 
 
 134 
 
 165 
 
 125 
 
 116 
 
 8r 
 
 65 
 161 
 90 
 61 
 93 
 
 95 
 
 52 
 
 166 
 
 44 
 
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