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 A BOOK OF 
 
 OLD BALLADS 
 
 EDITED BY 
 
 CORA MORTON, M.A. 
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 NORWOOD HIGH SCHOOL 
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1 
 
 PREFACE 
 
 Teachers of English are generally agreed that the logical 
 time to use ballads is in the early adolescent period — in the 
 ' m first years of the high school, or perhaps in the last year of the 
 grammar grades — yet the standard ballad anthologies are too 
 full and too unsifted for such use. From these larger collections 
 not only the best known and the most typical examples have 
 been chosen but also the best version of each. 
 
 As the ballads were unwritten in the beginning and were 
 orally transmitted for many generations, the spelling of the 
 early manuscripts is the spelling of the transcriber. The fif- 
 teenth and sixteenth century ballad-lovers knew the sounds 
 of the words only, and the written forms in which they have 
 been preserved are merely makeshift devices for visualizing 
 those sounds. The more unobtrusive the makeshift, the less 
 is the attention distracted from the sound and the sense, and 
 the nearer are we to receiving the story as the early listeners 
 received it. For this reason familiar words in the ballads in 
 this book are printed in the familiar spelling of to-day except 
 where rhyme or rhythm demanded the retention of an older 
 form. After a student knows the content of a ballad, and ap- 
 preciates it as a piece of good literature, if some quaint-appearing 
 word rouses his interest in its philological side, he may readily 
 find the older spelling of the same text in Francis James Child's 
 English and Scottish Popular Ballads. 
 
 Unfamiliar words and phrases are explained in the glossary 
 at the end of the book. Many of these are still in common use 
 in England and Scotland, but are defined for the convenience 
 of younger pupils who have not yet discovered them in the 
 writings of Scott, Burns or other masters of English who used 
 dialectal forms. 
 
 No one to-day can edit a ballad book without acknowledging 
 overwhelming indebtedness to Professor Child. So far-reaching 
 were his researches and so indisputable were the most of his 
 decisions that all subsequent students in his field have grown 
 accustomed to consult his volumes almost as a dictionary. 
 
BIBLIOGRAPHY 
 
 English and Scottish Popular Ballads: edited by Francis 
 
 James Child. 5 volumes. 1882-1898. 
 Reliques of Ancient English Poetry: edited by Thomas 
 
 Percy. 3 volumes. 1765. (Edition of 1844.) 
 Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border: edited by Sir Walter 
 
 Scott. 3 volumes. 1802-1803. (Edition prepared by 
 
 T. F. Henderson, 1902.) 
 The Legendary and Romantic Ballads of Scotland: ed- 
 ited by Charles Mackay (1861), and containing, slightly 
 
 abridged, Motherwell's essay on The Origin and History of 
 
 Scottish Ballad Literature. 
 The Beginnings of Poetry. Francis B. Gummere. 1901. 
 The Popular Ballad. Francis B. Gummere. 1907. 
 The History of Scottish Vernacular Literature. T. F. 
 
 Henderson. 1900. 
 Robin Hood: edited by Joseph Ritson. 2 volumes. 1795. 
 The Great Hero of the Ancient Minstrelsy of England. 
 
 Joseph Hunter. 1852. 
 The History of the Lives and Actions of the Most Famous 
 
 Highwaymen. Charles Johnson. 18 14. 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Introduction 7 
 
 The Twa Sisters 15 
 
 The Cruel Brother 17 
 
 Hind Horn 20 
 
 Young Beichan 22 
 
 Edward 25 
 
 King Estmere 27 
 
 Sir Patrick Spence 36 
 
 The Gay Goshawk 42 
 
 The Wee Wee Man 46 
 
 Lord Thomas and Fair Annet 47 
 
 Lizie Lindsay (Donald of the Isles) 51 
 
 Barbara Allen's Cruelty 55 
 
 Lord Lovel 58 
 
 Thomas Rhymer 59 
 
 Fair Margret 62 
 
 The Jovial Hunter of Bromsgrove (Sir Lionel) 63 
 
 King John and the Abbot of Canterbury 65 
 
 The Robin Hood Ballads 69 
 
 Robin Hood and Little John 73 
 
 Robin Hood and the Golden Arrow 78 
 
 Robin Hood and the Curtal Friar 83 
 
 Robin Hood and Allin a Dale 89 
 
 Robin Hood's Death and Burial 93 
 
 The Border Ballads 96 
 
 Kinmont Willie 98 
 
 Johnny Armstrong's Last Good-Night 105 
 
 Bewick and Grahame e 108 
 
 The Battle of Otterburn 116 
 
 The Hunting of the Cheviot (Chevy Chase) 121 
 
 Notes 133 
 
 Glossary 161 
 
 5 
 
The 
 BALLAD COUNTRY 
 
 SCALE OF M ILES 
 
 40 50 60 
 
 A Book of Old Ballads, Cora Morton 
 
INTRODUCTION 
 
 Any one who has been privileged to listen to children's tales 
 crooned by a southern mammy, or to stories of adventure told 
 by some grizzled old lumberman in Canada, knows that the 
 art of story-telling unlike most other arts is not wholly dependent 
 upon education. Many a man who can neither read nor write 
 can enliven a long evening about a camp fire with stories of the 
 woods and thrilling accounts of his own hairbreadth escapes 
 from the dangers of storm or flood or wild beast. The men who 
 hear them repeat them to others perhaps, but very few of them 
 are ever written down. 
 
 Literature of the Folk. — In medieval England there were 
 few men who could read, fewer still who could write. Even 
 men of rank could sometimes do no more than sign their names, 
 and the common people often lived and died without seeing a 
 book except in the hands of some priest or monk. Under such 
 circumstances story-writing was practically unknown. Story- 
 telling, however, was popular. The minds of the people were 
 filled with belief in ghosts an<J elves and giants, and rarely was 
 there a gathering where some sort of a story was not part of the 
 entertainment. Professional story-tellers, or story-singers, were 
 to be found in the houses of the nobles. Returned crusaders 
 had marvelous tales of adventure to relate. 
 
 Most of these stories are lost, but some have come down 
 through the long centuries to our own time, taught by fathers 
 to their sons, and by mothers to their daughters, for many 
 generations before they found their way into print. All such 
 survivals from an earlier age — legends, songs, and tales — are 
 called folk-literature, for, unwritten in the beginning, and un- 
 written for many, many years, they owe their preservation 
 entirely to the memory of the folk, or people. 
 
 Every nation of Europe has its own folk tales. In many 
 
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8 IMRODUCTION 
 
 instances these stories are prose, as in the familiar German 
 fairy tales which are unsurpassed examples of folk literature. 
 But we have old poetry as well. Everywhere, in England and 
 among the continental peoples, there developed early a love of 
 rhythm and the ability to make verses. When this rhythmic 
 sense was coupled with the story-teller's art, the result was 
 naturally a story cast in poetic form: a story that could be sung 
 or chanted quite as easily as it was recited. Folk-literature is 
 full of these combined song-stories. Ballads we call them; old 
 ballads, or traditional ballads, to distinguish them from poems 
 of the same general style that are written in our own day. 
 
 The History of the Ballads. — The very earliest English 
 ballads date back to a time before the Norman invasion, to 
 Anglo-Saxon England. We do not know what they were like 
 for they were all forgotten long ago; but there is no doubt that 
 they existed. Those of a slightly later period — from 1200 to 
 about 1400 — have for the most part been lost also, and the few 
 that remain are difficult reading now, so greatly has our lan- 
 guage changed. The fifteenth century — the period just before 
 the introduction of printing — was the great ballad-epoch in 
 England. Fifteenth century ballads, with those that followed 
 in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, make up a collection 
 of more than three hundred, and to-day we call these the Old 
 Ballads of England. 
 
 There is no record of the making of the first English ballads, 
 yet no other form of our literature had so interesting a beginning. 
 The word ballad, practically the same in every language of 
 western Europe, 1 comes from the same root as ball (a dancing- 
 party) and ballet (a company of people dancing on a stage). 
 In the beginning, then, ballads had a close connection with 
 dancing. Sometimes the dancers themselves sang, sometimes 
 that was the part of the onlookers, who emphasized the rhythm 
 by clapping their hands, much as we accent dance music by the 
 beat of a drum to-day. The poorest of villagers could dance, 
 and the music of their own voices cost them nothing. 
 
 1 Ger. and Fr. ballade, Sp. and Port, ballada, It. ballata. 
 
INTRODUCTION g 
 
 A ballad could never be very long, for the singing must last 
 only as long as people cared to dance at one time. An epic (a 
 poem telling in detail the deeds of some great hero) might con- 
 tain a thousand lines or more, but a ballad seldom had a hundred. 
 On the other hand, it had not the extreme brevity of a sonnet 
 (fourteen lines), for when people began to dance they wanted to 
 keep it up till they were weary or out of breath. Exclusive of 
 the refrain, the average length of the oldest remaining English 
 ballads is thirty-four lines. They are short lines, usually of 
 eight syllables (four iambic feet), for dances on the village green 
 were not stately, ceremonious affairs, but gay assemblages of 
 untaught folk possessed of a few simple steps which they re- 
 peated over and over again. Moreover, ballad tunes were few 
 and when one was once learned, any new verses that came into 
 a community must be adapted to it. There is therefore little 
 variety in the meter of the ballads. 
 
 Ballad Origins. — No one knows who made the ballads, 
 any more than we can tell just who made the story of Cinderella 
 or Puss in Boots. In all the five large volumes of English ballads 
 collected by Professor Francis James Child — the most complete 
 and most authoritative collection — there is but one that is 
 known to be the work of any one man; and this is not one of 
 the best nor one of the oldest. Our ignorance of the authorship 
 of the others is due partly to their age and partly to the manner 
 of their transmission. A piece of gossip in our own time passes 
 from one person to another, and quickly becomes impossible 
 to trace back to the one who originated it. It is vain to try to 
 find a definite author for a story that has been told for hundreds 
 of years and by thousands of people. 
 
 Though we cannot hope to find out who made any certain 
 ballad, we may at least learn something of how ballads w r ere 
 made and what kind of people made them. A century and a 
 half ago Bishop Percy thought he had solved the question by 
 ascribing them to the medieval minstrels, who dwelt in the 
 castles of the nobles but mingled with the simpler folk on public 
 holidays. For more than a hundred years Bishop Percy's ex- 
 
io INTRODUCTION 
 
 planation was accepted without dispute, but more recent in- 
 vestigators have shown them so different in form, in tone, and 
 in subject-matter, from the known work of the minstrels, that 
 the same type of mind could not have produced both. Students 
 were then compelled to look for a more satisfactory explanation 
 of the origin of the ballads. Both their methods and their dis- 
 coveries are interesting. 
 
 Communal Authorship. — Several localities have been found 
 where the custom of community dancing to choral accompani- 
 ment is still continued. Of these communities the people nearest 
 of kin to the English, and therefore most likely to have customs 
 similar to those of our own ancestors of eight or nine hundred 
 years ago, are the inhabitants of the Faroe Islands of the north 
 Atlantic. These people, out in their fishing boats all summer 
 and storm-bound all winter, have had little intercourse with 
 the mainland of Europe and have changed very little in many 
 generations. They still retain primitive customs carried from 
 Norway in the ninth century — customs that were once prevalent 
 in many of the European nations, but which have vanished 
 before the march of progress in most places. What the Faroe 
 Islanders do to-day we can reasonably suppose to have been 
 the custom of our ancestors about the time when these islands 
 were colonized. Community dancing is still a popular amuse- 
 ment in their villages, and the people sing while they dance. 
 New ballads are made from time to time, and by studying the 
 growth of these we gain a possible insight into the beginnings 
 of our own. 
 
 A ballad always tells a story. But in the making it is never 
 a new story, unfamiliar to the dancers. It is often a true ac- 
 count of something that actually happened. It has been told 
 and retold around the evening fires until every one knows every 
 detail of it. Then the community is ready to make a ballad. 
 At the dance, one singer begins to improvise, to a well-known 
 tune, a verse relating to the beginning of the adventure. Another 
 takes up the theme, and another, and then another, until the 
 whole story is told and the dance is over. The ballad is made. 
 
INTRODUCTION II 
 
 If the subject is not an interesting one, or if the manner of telling 
 proves dull, it will probably never be repeated, but if it is a suc- 
 cess it will be sung over and over again until every one in the 
 village knows it and it has become a genuine traditionary ballad. 
 
 The earliest English ballads were made in the same way: 
 not composed by any one man, but by the assembled efforts 
 of practically every one in the community. Unquestionably 
 they must have been very rough and crude in structure. After 
 a good stanza improvised by a man with a natural sense of 
 melody and rhythm, another one full of all sorts of faulty accents 
 and lines too short or too long might follow. The short lines 
 were dragged out or the long ones hurried along, under cover 
 of the music to which they were sung. When every one knew 
 the story this kind of composition was not difficult, and with all 
 their crudity these songs were the basis for the next type of 
 ballad. 
 
 Ballad Refrains. — For after a while — two or three cen- 
 turies, perhaps — there came a second stage in ballad making. 
 Dancing continued to be the chief holiday amusement, and 
 ballads were still sung at all such festivities. But gradually 
 the participants, now knowing many ballads and therefore 
 growing more critical, came to realize that some among them 
 could make better verses than others. When repeating an old 
 song, every man took his part vociferously; when making a 
 new one, the people came to look, more and more, to these 
 leaders, who were the more gifted among their number. They 
 were not in any case professional minstrels. Perhaps, after the 
 lapse of months, the news of some national event found its 
 way, much garbled in the transmission, to the community; 
 perhaps a sudden death awakened some old superstition; what- 
 ever the story to be told, it was now told by one man, and not 
 piecemeal. 
 
 The change left the crowd unsatisfied. Accustomed to have 
 a part in the singing, they were not content to keep silent, and 
 so they began to insert a musical phrase between the lines or 
 between the stanzas of the poem. As a rule, the words sung 
 
12 INTRODUCTION 
 
 to these additional notes were as meaningless as the tra la la 
 of some of our modern choruses, but they gave every one a 
 chance to take part. Even the little children dancing on the 
 outskirts of the crowd could come in strongly on 
 
 Hey down down and a down 
 
 With a hey ho and a lillie gay 
 
 Different Versions. — When a ballad was once made it 
 was not a fixed, unchangeable thing. The story was always so 
 straightforward, and its manner of telling so direct, that no 
 very great alterations were possible; and the people were like 
 little children of to-day in that they expected to hear it exactly 
 the same way every time, or it would not seem the same story. 
 But many variations were sure to creep in. The singer himself 
 might vary it the second time he sang it. He could neither read 
 nor write, and the only means of preservation lay in oral trans- 
 mission. His own generation learned it from his lips and taught 
 it to the next. But some one's memory might play him false 
 and, forgetting the wording of a line, he would substitute his 
 own, which, answering just as well, would then be carried down 
 by his children. Or in the course of time certain words and 
 phrases might grow old-fashioned or even unintelligible to 
 newer singers; and fresher ones were inserted in their stead. 
 So, too, if the hero's or heroine's name was not popular in the 
 next century, it was changed. Or if the thrilling adventure 
 happened in far-off Brittany, some one transferred the scene 
 of action to a cliff or a cavern or a castle in the neighborhood, 
 and every one liked it so much the better. 
 
 Later History. — In time community dancing died out, 
 but the custom of ballad-singing continued, and the ballads, 
 no longer compelled to share honors with the dancing, became 
 an entertainment in themselves and increased in length. When 
 printed books began to bring education to the poorer classes, 
 printers began publishing some of these familiar songs, at first 
 
INTRODUCTION 13 
 
 as broadsides (that is, on single sheets of paper, usually printed 
 on but one side), and later in pamphlets known as chapbooks 
 (cheap books). The broadsides that are left to us are mostly 
 of the latter half of the seventeenth century; the chapbooks, 
 fewer in number, of the eighteenth. Both were popular with 
 the common people, but literary critics of the time ignored 
 them. Addison (1711) tried to awaken an interest in ballads, 
 declaring that it is " impossible that anything should be uni- 
 versally tasted and approved by a multitude . . . trjat hath 
 not in it some peculiar aptness to please and gratify the mind 
 of man"; but his praises fell on deaf ears. Fifty years more 
 had to pass, and then, in 1765, Bishop Thomas Percy published 
 the three volumes of his Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, in 
 which he included a number of these old folk-ballads. It was 
 the first time they had ever appeared vouched for as good litera- 
 ture, in all the dignity of clear type, fine paper and an expensive 
 binding. The influence of this publication can hardly be over- 
 estimated. We date our modern interest in folk literature to 
 Bishop Percy's enthusiastic presentation of its excellence. 
 
 Structure of the Ballads. — Originally the ballad stanza 
 consisted of but two unrimed lines of four feet each, but it 
 soon developed into the rimed couplet. The introduction 
 of the refrain after each line apparently increased the stanza 
 length to four lines (cf. The Cruel Brother), but the second and 
 fourth lines were nonsense syllables or a series of words abso- 
 lutely unrelated to the story. Eventually these meaningless 
 syllables gave way to a newer form, a real quatrain in which 
 the first and third lines contained four, and the second and 
 fourth (the chief rime-bearing lines) three, iambic feet. This 
 gradually became the favorite ballad meter, and such a quatrain 
 has come to be accepted as the standard ballad stanza. Of the 
 twenty-seven ballads in this collection, twenty-two are of this 
 type. It is the easiest English verse to write, and almost "sings 
 itself." 
 
 Very simple also are the wording and plots of the ballads. 
 They are stories of action only, and therefore form excellent 
 
14 INTRODUCTION 
 
 themes for tableau or pantomime. The ballad-singer tells 
 the tale, but he does not comment on it in any way; his own 
 opinions, his own preferences, have no place in it. In all other 
 types of literature much of the reader's interest comes from the 
 glimpses he gains from time to time of the author's personality, 
 but a ballad has no author. This is doubtless one of the reasons 
 why it is so hard to imitate; a modern author has rarely learned 
 to hide himself so completely. 
 
 What is a Ballad? — Many people have tried to formulate 
 a short, expressive definition of a ballad, and have found it no 
 easy task. The difficulty lies in the fact that a short definition 
 invariably includes too much rather than too little. To say 
 merely that a ballad is a song to dance music, or a song sung 
 while dancing, gives little aid to a reader who finds his ballad 
 in print, with no music and no dancers near. To define it as a 
 short narrative poem might easily lead one to think of poems 
 like Browning's The Pied Piper of Hamelin, which has a theme 
 simple enough for a ballad, but is not written in ballad meter. 
 Without attempting to make too short a definition, we may 
 safely say that a ballad is a short narrative poem with a simple 
 plot, usually in stanzas of four short lines, entirely impersonal 
 in the manner of its telling, and easily fitted to music appro- 
 priate for dancing. To these characteristics we may add, in 
 the case of the old ballads, — the best ballads, the belief now 
 held by the great majority of students of medieval literature: 
 that they were not the work of professedly literary men, but 
 the product of an unlettered class whose native love of beauty 
 and rhythm showed itself in this way. A just appreciation 
 of the native ability of the men who untaught, could produce 
 poetry of such real grace and charm, will tend to dispel the 
 superiority with which we are too apt to look back upon these 
 early centuries as crude and inartistic. 
 
A BOOK OF OLD BALLADS 
 
 THE TWA SISTERS 
 
 i. There was twa sisters in a bower, 
 
 Edinburgh, Edinburgh 
 There was twa sisters in a bower, 
 
 Stirling for ay- 
 There was twa sisters in a bower, 5 
 There came a knight to be their wooer. 
 
 Bonny Saint Johnston stands upon Tay 
 
 2. He courted the eldest wi' glove and ring, 
 
 Edinburgh, Edinburgh 
 He courted the eldest wi' glove and ring, 10 
 
 Stirling for ay 
 He courted the eldest wi' glove and ring, 
 But he lov'd the youngest above a' thing. 
 
 Bonny Saint Johnston stands upon Tay 
 
 3. He courted the eldest wi' brooch and knife, 15 
 But lov'd the youngest as his life. 
 
 4. The eldest she was vexed sair, 
 And much envied her sister fair. 
 
 5. Into her bower she could not rest, 
 
 Wi' grief and spite she almost burst. 20 
 
 6. Upon a morning fair and clear, 
 She cried unto her sister dear: 
 
16 THE TWA SISTERS 
 
 7. 'O sister, come to yon sea strand, 
 And see our father's ships come to land.' 
 
 8. She's ta'en her by the milk-white hand, 25 
 And led her down to yon sea strand. 
 
 9. The youngest stood upon a stane, 
 The eldest came and threw her in. 
 
 10. She took her by the middle sma', 
 And dash'd her bonny back to the jaw. 
 
 11. 'O sister, sister, take my hand, 
 And I'se make you heir to a' my land. 
 
 12. 'O sister, sister, take my middle, 
 And ye'se get my goud and my gouden girdle. 
 
 13. 'O sister, sister, save my life, 35 
 And I swear I'se never be nae man's wife.' 
 
 14. 'Foul fa' the hand that I should take, 
 It twined me and my warldes make. 
 
 15. 'Your cherry cheeks and yellow hair 
 Gars me gae maiden for evermair.' 40 
 
 16. Sometimes she sank, and sometimes she swam, 
 Till she came down yon bonny mill-dam. 
 
 17. O out it came the miller's son, 
 And saw the fair maid swimmin' in. 
 
 18. 'O father, father, draw your dam, 45 
 Here's either a mermaid or a swan.' 
 
THE CRUEL BROTHER 17 
 
 19. The miller quickly drew the dam, 
 And there he found a drown'd woman. 
 
 20. You couldna see her yellow hair 
 
 For gold and pearls that were so rare. 50 
 
 21. You couldna see her middle sma' 
 For gouden girdle that was sae braw. 
 
 22. You couldna see her fingers white 
 For gouden rings that was sae gryte. 
 
 23. And by there came a harper fine 55 
 That harped to the king at dine. 
 
 24. When he did look that lady upon 
 He sigh'd and made a heavy moan. 
 
 25. He's ta'en three locks o' her yellow hair 
 
 And wi' them strung his harp sae fair. 60 
 
 26. The first tune he did play and sing 
 Was, ' Farewell to my father the king/ 
 
 27. The nextin tune that he play'd syne 
 Was, ' Farewell to my mother the queen.' 
 
 28. The lasten tune that he play'd then 65 
 Was, ' Wae to my sister, fair Ellen/ 
 
 THE CRUEL BROTHER 
 
 1. There was three ladies play'd at the ba', 
 With a hey ho and a lillie gay 
 There came a knight and play'd o'er them a\ 
 As the primrose spreads so sweetly 
 
18 THE CRUEL BROTHER 
 
 2. The eldest was both tall and fair, 
 
 With a hey ho and a lillie gay 
 But the youngest was beyond compare. 
 As the primrose spreads so sweetly 
 
 3. The midmost had a graceful mien, 
 
 But the youngest look'd like Beauty's queen. 
 
 4. The knight bow'd low to a' the three, 
 But to the youngest he bent his knee. 
 
 5. The lady turn'd her head aside, 
 
 The knight he woo'd her to be his bride. 
 
 6. The lady blush'd a rosy red, 
 
 And said, 'Sir knight, I'm too young to wed.' 
 
 7. 'O lady fair, give me your hand, 
 
 And I'll make you lady of a' my land.' 
 
 8. ' Sir knight, ere ye my favor win, 
 You maun get consent frae a' my kin.' 
 
 9. He's got consent frae her parents dear, 
 And likewise frae her sisters fair. 
 
 10. He's got consent frae her kin each one, 
 But forgot to speak to her brother John. 
 
 11. Now, when the wedding day was come, 25 
 The knight would take his bonny bride home. 
 
 12. And many a lord and many a knight 
 Came to behold that lady bright. 
 
THE CRUEL BROTHER 19 
 
 13. And there was nae man that did her see, 
 
 But wish'd himself bridegroom to be. 30 
 
 14. Her father dear led her down the stair, 
 And her sisters twain they kissed her there. 
 
 15. Her mother dear led her through the close, 
 And her brother John set her on her horse. 
 
 16. She lean'd her o'er the saddle-bow 35 
 To give him a kiss ere she did go. 
 
 17. He has ta'en a knife, both long and sharp, 
 And stabb'd that bonny bride to the heart. 
 
 18. She hadna ridden half through the town, 
 
 Until her heart's blood stain'd her gown. 40 
 
 19. 'Ride softly on,' says the best young man, 
 
 'For I think our bonny bride looks pale and wan.' 
 
 20. 'O lead me gently up yon hill, 
 
 And I'll there sit down, and make my will.' 
 
 21. 'O what will you leave to your father dear?' 45 
 'The silver-shod steed that brought me here.' 
 
 22. 'What will you leave to your mother dear?' 
 'My velvet pall and my silken gear.' 
 
 23. 'What will you leave to your sister Anne?' 
 
 'My silken scarf and my gowden fan.' 50 
 
 24. 'What will you leave to your sister Grace?' 
 'My bloody clothes to wash and dress.' 
 
20 HIND HORN 
 
 25. ' What will you leave to your brother John?' 
 'The gallows-tree to hang him on.' 
 
 26. ' What will you leave to your brother John's wife?' 55 
 'The wilderness to end her life.' 
 
 27. This lady fair in her grave was laid, 
 And many a mass was o'er her said. 
 
 28. But it would have made your heart right sair 
 To see the bridegroom rive his hair. 60 
 
 HIND HORN 
 
 1. In Scotland there was a baby born, 
 
 And his name it was calPd young Hind Horn. 
 
 2. He sent a letter to our king 
 
 That he was in love with his daughter Jean. 
 
 3. He's gi'en to her a silver wand, 5 
 With seven living lavrocks sitting thereon. 
 
 4. She's gi'en to him a diamond ring, 
 With seven bright diamonds set therein 
 
 5. 'When this ring grows pale and wan, 
 
 You may know by it my love is gone.' 10 
 
 6. One day as he looked his ring upon, 
 He saw the diamonds pale and wan. 
 
 7. He left the sea and Came to land, 
 
 And the first that he met was an old beggar man. 
 
HIND HORN 21 
 
 8. 'What news, what news?' said young Hind Horn. 15 
 ' No news, no news/ said the old beggar man. 
 
 9. 'No news/ said the beggar, 'no news at a', 
 But there is a wedding in the king's ha'. 
 
 10. 'But there is a wedding in the king's ha' 
 
 That has halden these forty days and twa.' 20 
 
 11. 'Will ye lend me your begging coat? 
 And I'll lend you my scarlet cloak. 
 
 12. 'Will you lend me your beggar's rung? 
 And I'll give you my steed to ride upon. 
 
 13. 'Will you lend me your wig of hair, 25 
 To cover mine because it is fair? ' 
 
 14. The old beggarman was bound for the mill, 
 But young Hind Horn for the king's hall. 
 
 15. The old beggar man was bound for to ride, 
 
 But young Hind Horn was bound for the bride. 30 
 
 16. When he came to the king's gate, 
 
 He sought a drink for Hind Horn's sake. 
 
 17. The bride came dow r n with a glass of wine, 
 
 When he drank out the glass, and dropt in the ring. 
 
 18. 'O got ye this by sea or land? 35 
 Or got ye it off a dead man's hand? ' 
 
 iq. 'I got not it by sea, I got it by land, 
 
 And I got it, madam, out of your own hand.' 
 
22 YOUNG BEICHAN 
 
 20. 'O I'll cast off my gowns of brown, 
 And beg wi' you frae town to town. i 
 
 21. 'O I'll cast off my gowns of red, 
 And I'll beg wi' you to win my bread.' 
 
 22. 'Ye needna cast off your gowns of brown, 
 For I'll make you lady o' many a town. 
 
 23. ' Ye needna cast off your gowns of red, 45 
 It's only a sham, the begging o' my bread.' 
 
 YOUNG BEICHAN 
 
 1. In London city was Beichan born, 
 
 He long'd strange countries for to see, 
 But he was ta'en by a savage Moor, 
 Who handl'd him right cruelly. 
 
 2. For through his shoulder he put a bore, 
 
 And through the bore has pitten a tree, 
 And he's gard him draw the carts o' wine, 
 Where horse and oxen had wont to be. 
 
 3. He's casten him in a dungeon deep, 
 
 Where he could neither hear nor see; 10 
 
 He's shut him up in a prison strong, 
 And he's handl'd him right cruelly. 
 
 4. O this Moor he had but ae daughter, 
 
 I wot her name was Susie Pye, 
 She's doen her to the prison house, 15 
 
 And she's call'd Young Beichan one word by: 
 
 5. l O hae ye any lands or rents, 
 
 Or cities in your ain country, 
 Could free you out of prison strong, 
 And could maintain a lady free? ' 20 
 
YOUNG BEICIIAN 23 
 
 6. 'O London city is my own, 
 
 And other cities twa or three, 
 Could loose me out o' prison strong, 
 And could maintain a lady free/ 
 
 7. O she has bribed her father's men 25 
 
 Wi' mickle gold and white money, 
 She's gotten the key o' the prison doors, 
 And she has set Young Beichan free. 
 
 8. She's gi'n him a loaf o' good white bread, 
 
 But an a flask o' Spanish wine, 30 
 
 And she bade him mind on the lady's love 
 That sae kindly freed him out o' pine. 
 
 9. ' Go set your foot on good ship-board, 
 
 And haste you back to your ain country, 
 And before that seven years has an end, 35 
 
 Come back again, love, and marry me.' 
 
 10. It was long or seven years had an end 
 She long'd fu' sair her love to see; 
 She's set her foot on good ship-board, 
 
 And turn'd her back on her ain country. 40 
 
 n. She's sailed up, so has she down, 
 Till she came to the other side; 
 She's landed at Young Beichan's gates, 
 And I hope this day she shall be his bride. 
 
 12. 'Is this Young Beichan's gates?' says she, 45 
 
 'Or is that noble prince within?' 
 'He's up the stairs wi' his bonny bride, 
 And many a lord and lady wi' him.' 
 
 13. 'O has he ta'en a bonny bride, 
 
 And has he clean forgotten me!' 50 
 
 And sighing said that gay lady, 
 'I wish I were in my ain country!' 
 
24 YOUNG BEICHAN 
 
 14. But she's pitten her hand in her pocket, 
 
 And gi'n the porter guineas three; 
 Says, 'Take ye that, ye proud porter, 55 
 
 And bid the bridegroom speak to me.' 
 
 15. O when the porter came up the stair, 
 
 He's fa'n low down upon his knee: 
 ' Won up, won up, ye proud porter, 
 And what makes all this courtesy? ' 60 
 
 16. l O I've been porter at your gates 
 
 This mair nor seven years and three, 
 But there is a lady at them now 
 The like of whom I never did see. 
 
 17. 'For on every finger she has a ring, 65 
 
 And on the mid-finger she has three, 
 And there's as mickle goud aboon her brow 
 As would buy an earldom o' land to me.' 
 
 18. Then up it started Young Beichan, 
 
 And sware so loud by Our Lady, 70 
 
 'It can be none but Susie Pye, 
 That has come o'er the sea to me.' 
 
 19. O quickly ran he down the stair, 
 
 O' fifteen steps he has made but three; 
 He's ta'en his bonny love in his arms. 75 
 
 And I wot he kiss'd her tenderly. 
 
 20. 'O hae you ta'en a bonny bride? 
 
 And hae you quite forsaken me? 
 And hae you quite forgotten her 
 
 That gave you life and liberty?' 80 
 
 21. She's lookit o'er her left shoulder 
 
 To hide the tears stood in her ee; 
 'Now fare thee well, Young Beichan,' she says, 
 'I'll strive to think nae mair on thee.' 
 
EDWARD 25 
 
 22. 'Take back your daughter, madam/ he says, 85 
 
 'And a double dowry I'll gi' her wi'; 
 For I maun marry my first truelove, 
 That's done and suffer'd so much for me.' 
 
 23. He's ta'en his bonny love by the hand, 
 
 And led her to yon fountain stane; 90 
 
 He's chang'd her name frae Susie Pye, 
 And he's calTd her his bonny love, Lady Jane. 
 
 EDWARD 
 
 1. 'Why does your brand sae drop wi' bluid, 
 
 Edward, Edward, 
 Why does your brand sae drop wi' bluid, 
 
 And why sae sad gang ye O? ' 
 ' O I hae kilPd my hawk sae guid, 5 
 
 Mither, mither, 
 O I hae kill'd my hawk sae guid, 
 And I had nae mair but he O.' 
 
 2. 'Your hawkis bluid was never sae red, 
 
 Edward, Edward, 10 
 
 Your hawkis bluid 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 kilPd my red-roan steed, 15 
 
 That erst was sae fair and free O.' 
 
 3. '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.' 20 
 
 'O I hae kill'd my father dear, 
 
 Mither, mither, 
 O I hae kill'd my father dear, 
 Alas, and wae is me O!' 
 
26 EDWARD 
 
 4. l And whatten penance will ye dree for that, 25 
 
 Edward, Edward, 
 And whatten penance will ye dree for that? 
 
 My dear son, now tell me O.' 
 ' I'll set my feet in yonder boat, 
 
 Mither, mither, 30 
 
 I'll set my feet in yonder boat, 
 And I'll fare over the sea O.' 
 
 5. ' And what will ye do wi' your towers and your ha', 
 
 Edward, Edward, 
 And what will ye do wi' your towers and your ha', 35 
 
 That were sae fair to see O? ' 
 'I'll let them stand till down they fa', 
 
 Mither, mither, 
 I'll let them stand till down they fa', 
 
 For here never mair maun I be O'. 40 
 
 6. ' 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 over the sea O? ' 
 ' The warldis room, let them beg through life, 45 
 
 Mither, mither, 
 The warldis room, let them beg through life, 
 For them never mair will I see O.' 
 
 7. 'And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear, 
 
 Edward, Edward, 50 
 
 And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear? 
 
 My dear son, now tell me O.' 
 'The curse of hell frae me shall ye bear, 
 
 Mither, mither, 
 The curse of hell frae me shall ye bear, 55 
 
 Sic counsels ye gave to me O.' 
 
KING EST MERE 27 
 
 KING ESTMERE 
 
 1. Hearken to me, gentlemen, 
 
 Come and you shall hear; 
 I'll tell you of two of the boldest brothers 
 That ever borne were. 
 
 2. The tone of them was Adler Younge, 5 
 
 The tother was King Estmere; 
 They were as bold men in their deeds 
 As any were, far and near. 
 
 3. As they were drinking ale and wine 
 
 Within his brother's hall, 10 
 
 ' When will ye marry a wife, brother, 
 A wife to glad us all? ' 
 
 4. Then bespake him King Estmere, 
 
 And answer'd him heartily, 
 'I know not that lady in any land, 15 
 
 That's able to marry with me.' 
 
 5. 'King Adland hath a daughter, brother, 
 
 Men call her bright and sheen; 
 If I were king here in your stead, 
 That lady should be my queen.' 20 
 
 6. Says, 'Read me, read me, dear brother, 
 
 Throughout merry England, 
 Where we might find a messenger, 
 Betwixt us two to send.' 
 
 7. Says, 'You shall ride yourself, brother, 25 
 
 I'll bear you company; 
 Many a man through false messengers is deceiv'd, 
 And I fear lest so should we.' 
 
28 KING ESTMERE 
 
 8. Thus they renisht them to ride, 
 
 Of two good renisht steeds, 30 
 
 And when they came to King Adland's hall, 
 Of red gold shone their weeds. 
 
 9. And when they came to King Adland's hall, 
 
 Before the goodly gate, 
 There they found good King Adland 35 
 
 Rearing himself thereat. 
 
 10. 'Now Christ thee save, good King Adland; 
 
 Now Christ you save and see/ 
 Said, ' You be welcome, King Estmere, 
 Right heartily to me.' 40 
 
 11. 'You have a daughter,' said Adler Younge, 
 
 'Men call her bright and sheen; 
 My brother would marry her to his wife, 
 Of England to be queen.' 
 
 12. 'Yesterday was at my dear daughter 45 
 
 The king his son of Spain, 
 And then she nicked him of nay, 
 And I doubt she'll do you the same ' 
 
 13. 'The king of Spain is a foul paynim, 
 
 And 'lieveth on Mahound, 50 
 
 And pity it were that fair lady 
 Should marry a heathen hound.' 
 
 14. 'But grant to me/ says King Estmere, 
 
 ' For my love I you pray, 
 That I may see your daughter dear 55 
 
 Before I go hence away.' 
 
KING ESTMERE 29 
 
 15. ' Although it is seven years and more 
 
 Since my daughter was in hall, 
 She shall come once down for your sake, 
 To glad my guestes all.' 60 
 
 16. Down then came that maiden fair, 
 
 With ladies lac'd in pall, 
 And half a hundred of bold knights, 
 
 To bring her from bower to hall, 
 And as many gentle squires, 65 
 
 To tend upon them all. 
 
 17. The talents of gold were on her head set 
 
 Hang'd low down to her knee, 
 And every ring on her small ringer 
 
 Shone of the crystal free. 70 
 
 18. Says, 'God you save, my dear madam/ 
 
 Says, 'God you save and see:' 
 Said, ' You be welcome, King Estmere, 
 Right welcome unto me. 
 
 19. 'And if you love me, as you say, 75 
 
 So well and heartily, 
 All that ever you are comen about 
 Soon sped now it shall be.' 
 
 20. Then bespake her father dear: 
 
 My daughter, 'I say nay; 80 
 
 Remember well the king of Spain, 
 What he said yesterday. 
 
 21. 'He would pull down my halls and castles, 
 
 And reave me of my life; 
 I cannot blame him if he do, 85 
 
 If I reave him of his wife.' 
 
30 KING ESTMERE 
 
 22. ' Your castles and your towers, father, 
 
 Are strongly built about, 
 And therefore of the king his son of Spain 
 
 We need not stand in doubt. go 
 
 23. l Plight me your troth now, King Estmere, 
 
 By heaven and your right hand, 
 That you will marry me to your wife, 
 And make me queen of your land.' 
 
 24. Then King Estmere he plight his troth, 95 
 
 By heaven and his right hand, 
 That he would marry her to his wife, 
 And make her queen of his land. 
 
 25. And he took leave of that lady fair, 
 
 To go to his own countree, 100 
 
 To fetch him dukes and lords and knights, 
 That married they might be. 
 
 26. They had not ridden scant a mile, 
 
 A mile forth of the town, 
 But in did come the king of Spain, 105 
 
 With kempes many one. 
 
 27. But in did come the king of Spain, 
 
 With many a bold barone, 
 Tone day to marry King Adland's daughter, 
 
 Tother day to carry her home. no 
 
 28. She sent one after King Estmere, 
 
 In all the speed might be, 
 That he must either turn again and fight, 
 Or go home and lose his ladye. 
 
KING EST MERE 31 
 
 29. One while then the page he went, 115 
 
 Another while he ran; 
 Till he had overtaken King Estmere, 
 I- wis he never blan. 
 
 30. ' Tidings, tidings, King Estmere!' 
 
 ' What tidings now, my boy? ' 1 20 
 
 ' tidings I can tell to you, 
 That will you sore annoy. 
 
 31. 'You had not ridden scant a mile, 
 
 A mile out of the town, 
 But in did come the king of Spain, 125 
 
 With kempes many a one. 
 
 32. 'But in did come the king of Spain, 
 
 With many a bold barone, 
 Tone day to marry King Adland's daughter, 
 
 Tother day to carry her home. 130 
 
 33. 'My lady fair she greets you well, 
 
 And evermore well by me; 
 You must either turn again and fight, 
 Or go home and lose your ladye.' 
 
 34. Says, 'Read me, read me, dear brother, 135 
 
 My reade shall rise at thee, 
 Whether it is better to turn and fight, 
 Or go home and lose my ladye.' 
 
 35. 'Now hearken to me/ says Adler Younge, 
 
 'And your reade must rise at me; 14c 
 
 I quickly will devise a way 
 To set thy lady free. 
 
32 KING EST MERE 
 
 36. ' My mother was a western woman, 
 
 And learn'd in gramarye, 
 And when I learned at the school, i4 : 
 
 Something she taught it me. 
 
 37. ' There grows an herb within this field, 
 
 And if it were but known, 
 His color, which is white and red, 
 
 It will make black and brown. i5< 
 
 38. 'His color, which is brown and black, 
 
 It will make red and white; 
 That sword is not in all England 
 Upon his coat will bite. 
 
 39. ' And you shall be a harper, brother, 15; 
 
 Out of the north countree, 
 And I'll be your boy, so fain of fight, 
 And bear your harp by your knee. 
 
 40. l And you shall be the best harper 
 
 That ever took harp in hand, 16c 
 
 And I will be the best singer 
 That ever sung in this land. 
 
 41. 'It shall be written in our foreheads, 
 
 All and in gramarye, 
 That we two are the boldest men 16 <s 
 
 That are in all Christen tye.' 
 
 42. And thus they renisht them to ride, 
 
 Of two good renisht steeds, 
 And when they came to King Adland's hall, 
 Of red gold shone their weeds. 17c 
 
KING ESTMERE 33 
 
 43. And when they came to King Adland's hall 
 
 Untill the fair hall-gate, 
 There they found a proud porter, 
 Rearing himself thereat. 
 
 44. Says, 'Christ thee save, thou proud porter,' 175 
 
 Says, ' Christ thee save and see.' 
 'Now you be welcome,' said the porter, 
 1 Of what land soever ye be.' 
 
 45. 'We be harpers/ said Adler Younge, 
 
 'Come out of the north countree: 180 
 
 We be come hither until this place 
 This proud wedding for to see.' 
 
 46. Said, 'An your color were red and white, 
 
 As it is black and brown, 
 I would say King Estmere and his brother 185 
 
 Were comen until this town.' 
 
 47. Then they pulFd out a ring of gold, 
 
 Laid it on the porter's arm: 
 'And ever we will thee, proud porter, 
 Thou wilt say us no harm.' 190 
 
 48. Sore he look'd on King Estmere, 
 
 And sore he handl'd the ring, 
 Then open'd to them the fair hall gates, 
 He let for no kind of thing. 
 
 49. King Estmere he stabFd his steed 195 
 
 So fair at the hall-board; 
 The froth that came from his bridle bit 
 Light in King Bremor's beard. 
 
34 KING ESTMERE 
 
 50. Says, ' Stable thy steed, thou proud harper/ 
 
 Says, ' Stable him in the stall; 200 
 
 It doth not beseem a proud harper 
 To stable his steed in a king's hall.' 
 
 51. 'My lad he is so lither/ he said, 
 
 'He will do nought that's meet; 
 And is there any man in this hall 205 
 
 Were able him to beat? ' 
 
 52. 'Thou speakest proud words/ says the king of Spain, 
 
 'Thou harper, here to me; 
 There is a man within this hall 
 
 Will beat thy lad and thee.' 210 
 
 53. 'O let that man come down/ he said, 
 
 'A sight of him would I see; 
 And when he hath beaten well my lad, 
 Then he shall beat of me.' 
 
 54. Down then came the kempery man, 215 
 
 And look'd him in the ear; 
 For all the gold that was under heaven, 
 He durst not neigh him near. 
 
 55. 'And how now, kempe/ said the king of Spain, 
 
 'And how, what aileth thee?' 220 
 
 He says, ' It is writ in his forehead, 
 
 All and in gramarye, 
 That for all the gold that is under heaven, 
 
 I dare not neigh him nigh.' 
 
 56. Then King Estmere pull'd forth his harp, 225 
 
 And play'd a pretty thing; 
 The lady upstart from the board, 
 And would have gone from the king. 
 
KING EST MERE 35 
 
 57. 'Stay thy harp, thou proud harper, 
 
 For God's love I pray thee; 230 
 
 For an thou plays as thou begins, 
 Thou'lt till my bride from me.' 
 
 58. He struck upon his harp again, 
 
 And play'd a pretty thing; 
 The lady laugh'd a loud laughter, 235 
 
 As she sat by the king. 
 
 59. Says, ' Sell me thy harp, thou proud harper, 
 
 And thy stringes all; 
 For as many gold nobles thou shalt have, 
 As here be rings in the hall.' 240 
 
 60. ' What would ye do with my harp,' he said, 
 
 ' If I did sell it ye? ' 
 ' To play my wife and me a fitt, 
 When alone together we be.' 
 
 61. 'Now sell me/ quoth he, 'thy bride so gay, 245 
 
 As she sits by thy knee; 
 And as many gold nobles I will give 
 As leaves be on a tree.' 
 
 62. 'And what would ye do with my bride so gay, 
 
 If I did sell her thee? 250 
 
 More seemly it is for this fair ladye 
 To abide with me than thee.' 
 
 63. He play'd again both loud and shrill, 
 
 And Adler he did sing, 
 'O lady, this is thy own true love, 255 
 
 No harper, but a king. 
 
36 SIR PATRICK SPENCE 
 
 64. ' O lady, this is thy own true love, 
 
 As plainly thou may'st see, 
 And I'll rid thee of that foul paynim 
 
 Who parts thy love and thee.' 260 
 
 65. The lady look'd, the lady blush'd, 
 
 And blush'd and look'd again, 
 While Adler he hath drawn his brand, 
 And hath the sowdan slain. 
 
 66. Up then rose the kempery men, 265 
 
 And loud they 'gan to cry: 
 'Ah! traitors, ye have slain our king, 
 And therefore ye shall die.' 
 
 67. King Estmere threw the harp aside, 
 
 And swith he drew his brand, 27c 
 
 And Estmere he and Adler Younge 
 Right stiff in stour can stand. 
 
 68. And aye their swords so sore can bite, 
 
 Through help of gramarye, 
 That soon they have slain the kempery men, 275I 
 Or forc'd them forth to flee. 
 
 69. King Estmere took that fair ladye, 
 
 And married her to his wife, 
 And brought her home to merry England, 
 With her to lead his life. 28c 
 
 SIR PATRICK SPENCE 
 
 1. The king sits in Dumferline town, 
 Drinking the blood-red wine: 
 ' O where will I get a good sailor 
 To sail this ship of mine? ' 
 
SIR PATRICK S PENCE 37 
 
 2. Up and spake an eldern knight, 5 
 
 Sat at the king's right knee; 
 1 Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor 
 That sails upon the sea.' 
 
 3. The king has written a broad letter, 
 
 And signed it wi' his hand, 10 
 
 And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence, 
 Was walking on the sand. 
 
 4. The first line that Sir Patrick read, 
 
 A loud laugh laughed he; 
 The next line that Sir Patrick read, 15 
 
 The tear blinded his ee. 
 
 5. 'O wha is this has done this deed, 
 
 This ill deed done to me, 
 To send me out this time o' the year, 
 
 To sail upon the sea! 20 
 
 6. 'Make haste, make haste, my merrymen all, 
 
 Our good ship sails the morn.' 
 1 say na sae, my master dear, 
 For I fear a deadly storm. 
 
 7. 'Late, late yestreen I saw the new moon 25 
 
 Wi' the auld moon in her arm, 
 And I fear, I fear, my dear master, 
 That we will come to harm/ 
 
 8. O our Scots nobles were right loath 
 
 To wet their cork-heel'd shoon; 30 
 
 But lang or a' the play were play'd, 
 Their hats they swam aboon. 
 
38 SIR PATRICK SPENS 
 
 9. O lang, lang may their ladies sit, 
 Wi' their fans into their hand, 
 Or e'er they see Sir Patrick Spence 35 
 
 Come sailing to the land. 
 
 10. O lang, lang may the ladies stand, 
 
 Wi' their gold kembs in their hair, 
 Waiting for their ain dear lords, 
 
 For they'll see them na mair. 40 
 
 11. Half owre, half owre to Aberdour, 
 
 It's fifty fathom deep, 
 And there lies good Sir Patrick Spence, 
 Wi' the Scots lords at his feet. 
 
 SCOTT'S VERSION OF SIR PATRICK SPENS 
 
 1. The king sits in Dunfermline town, 
 
 Drinking the blude-red wine; 
 'O where will I get a skeely skipper 
 To sail this new ship of mine?' 
 
 2. O up and spake an eldern knight, 
 
 Sat at the king's right knee: 
 1 Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor 
 That ever saiPd the sea.' 
 
 3. Our king has written a braid letter, 
 
 And seal'd it with his hand, 10 
 
 And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens 
 Was walking on the strand. 
 
 4. ' To Noroway, to Noroway, 
 
 To Noroway o'er the faem, 
 The king's daughter of Noroway, 15 
 
 'T is thou maun bring her hame.' 
 
SIR PATRICK SPENS 39 
 
 5. The first word that Sir Patrick read, 
 
 Sae loud, loud laughed he; 
 The neist word that Sir Patrick read, 
 The tear blinded his ee. 20 
 
 6. .'0 wha is this has done this deed, 
 
 And tauld the king o' me, 
 To send us out at this time of the year 
 To sail upon the sea? 
 
 7. 'Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, 25 
 
 Our ship must sail the faem; 
 The king's daughter of Noroway, 
 ' T is we must fetch her hame/ 
 
 8. They hoys'd their sails on Monenday morn, 
 
 Wi' a' the speed that they may; 30 
 
 They hae landed in Noroway 
 Upon a Wodensday. 
 
 9. They hadna been a week, a week 
 
 In Noroway but twae, 
 When that the lords o' Noroway 35 
 
 Began aloud to say: 
 
 10. 'Ye Scottish men spend a' our king's goud, 
 
 And a' our queenis fee!' 
 ' Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud, 
 Fu' loud I hear ye lie! 40 
 
 11. ' For I brought as much white money 
 
 As gain my men and me, 
 And I brought a half-fou o' gude red goud 
 Out o'er the sea wi' me. 
 
40 SIR PATRICK SPENS 
 
 12. ' Make ready, make ready, my merrymen a', 45 
 
 Our gude ship sails the morn.' 
 'Now ever alack! my master dear, 
 I fear a deadly storm. 
 
 13. 'I saw the new moon late yestreen, 
 
 Wi' the auld moon in her arm; 50 
 
 And if we gang to sea, master, 
 I fear we'll come to harm.' 
 
 14. They hadna sail'd a league, a league, 
 
 A league but barely three, 
 When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, 55 
 And gurly grew the sea. 
 
 15. The anchors brake, and the topmasts lap, 
 
 It was sic a deadly storm, 
 And the waves came o'er the broken ship 
 
 Till a' her sides were torn. 60 
 
 16. 'O where will I get a gude sailor, 
 
 To take my helm in hand, 
 Till I get up to the tall topmast, 
 To see if I can spy land? ' 
 
 17. 'O here am I, a sailor gude, 65 
 
 To take the helm in hand, 
 Till you go up to the tall topmast; 
 But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.' 
 
 18. He hadna gane a step, a step, 
 
 A step but barely ane, 70 
 
 When a bolt flew out of our goodly ship, 
 And the salt sea it came in. 
 
SIR PATRICK SPENS 41 
 
 19. 'Gae fetch a web o' the silken claith, 
 
 Anither o' the twine, 
 And wap them unto our ship's side, 75 
 
 And let nae the sea come in!' 
 
 20. They fetched 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. 80 
 
 21. O loath, loath, were our gude Scots lords 
 
 To wet their cork-heeFd shoon! 
 But lang or a' the play was play'd, 
 They wet their hats aboon. 
 
 22. And mony was the feather-bed 85 
 
 That flatter'd on the faem, 
 And mony was the gude lord's son 
 That never mair cam hame. 
 
 23. The ladies wrang their fingers white, 
 
 The maidens tore their hair, 90 
 
 A' for the sake of their trueloves, 
 For them they'll see na mair. 
 
 24. O lang, lang may the ladies sit, 
 
 Wi' their fans into their hand, 
 Before they see Sir Patrick Spens 95 
 
 Come sailing to the strand! 
 
 25. And lang, lang may the maidens sit, 
 
 Wi' their goud kaims in their hair, 
 A' waiting for their ain dear loves, 
 
 For them they'll see na mair. 100 
 
42 THE GAY GOSH A WK 
 
 26. O forty miles off Aberdeen 
 ' T is fifty fathoms deep, 
 And there lies glide Sir Patrick Spens 
 
 Wi' the Scots lords at his feet. io 4 
 
 THE GAY GOSHAWK 
 
 1. 'O well's me o' my gay goshawk 
 
 That he can speak and flee; 
 He'll carry a letter to my love, 
 Bring back another to me.' 
 
 2. 'O how can I your truelove ken, 5 
 
 Or how can I her know? 
 When frae her mouth I never heard couth, 
 Nor wi' my eyes her saw.' 
 
 3. 'O well shall ye my truelove ken, 
 
 As soon as you her see; 10 
 
 For of a' the flow'rs in fair England, 
 The fairest flow'r is she. 
 
 4. ' At even at my love's bow'r-door 
 
 There grows a bowing birk, 
 And sit ye down and sing thereon 15 
 
 As she gangs to the kirk. 
 
 5. 'And four-and- twenty ladies fair 
 
 Will wash and go to kirk, 
 But well shall ye my truelove ken, 
 
 For she wears goud on her skirt. 20 
 
 6. 'And four and twenty gay ladies 
 
 Will to the mass repair, 
 But well shall ye my truelove ken, 
 For she wears goud on her hair.' 
 
THE GAY GOSHAWK 43 
 
 7. O even at that lady's bow'r-door 25 
 
 There grows a bowing birk, 
 And he sat down and sang thereon, 
 As she gaed to the kirk. 
 
 8. l O eat and drink, my marys a' 
 
 The wine flows you among, 30 
 
 Till I gang to my shot-window 
 And hear yon bonny bird's song. 
 
 9. ' Sing on, sing on, my bonny bird, 
 
 The song ye sang the streen, 
 For I ken by your sweet singing 35 
 
 You're frae my truelove sen.' 
 
 10. O first he sang a merry song, 
 
 And then he sang a grave, 
 And then he pick'd his feathers gray, 
 
 To her the letter gave. 40 
 
 11. 'Ha, there's a letter frae your love, 
 
 He says he sent you three : 
 
 He canna wait your love langer, 
 
 But for your sake he'll dee. 
 
 12. 'He bids you write a letter to him, 45 
 
 He says he's sent you five; 
 He canna wait your love langer, 
 
 Tho you're the fairest woman alive.' 
 
 13. c Ye bid him bake his bridal-bread, 
 
 And brew his bridal ale, 50 
 
 And I'll meet him in fair Scotland 
 Lang, lang or it be stale.' 
 
44 THE GAY GOSHAWK 
 
 14. She's doen her to her father dear, 
 
 Fa'n low down on her knee: 
 ' A boon, a boon, my father dear 55 
 
 I pray you, grant it me.' 
 
 15. 'Ask on, ask on, my daughter, 
 
 And granted it shall be; 
 Except ae squire in fair Scotland, 
 
 And him you shall never see.' 60 
 
 16. 'The only boon, my father dear, 
 
 That I do crave of thee, 
 Is, gin I die in southern lands, 
 In Scotland to bury me. 
 
 17. 'And the firstin kirk that ye come till, 65 
 
 Ye gar the bells be rung, 
 And the nextin kirk that ye come till, 
 Ye gar the mass be sung. 
 
 18. 'And the thirdin kirk that ye come till, 
 
 You deal gold for my sake, 70 
 
 And the fourthin kirk that ye come till 
 You tarry there till night.' 
 
 19. She is doen her to her bigly bow'r, 
 
 As fast as she could fare, 
 And she has ta'en a sleepy draught, 75 
 
 That she had mix'd wi' care. 
 
 20. She's laid her down upon her bed, 
 
 And soon she's fa'n asleep, 
 And soon o'er every tender limb 
 
 Cauld death began to creep. 80 
 
THE GAY GOSHAWK 45 
 
 21. When night was flown, and day was come, 
 
 Nae one that did her see 
 But thought she was as surely dead 
 As any lady could be. 
 
 22. Her father and her brothers dear 85 
 
 Gard make to her a bier; 
 The tae half was o' guid red gold, 
 The tither o' silver clear. 
 
 23. Her mither and her sisters fair 
 
 Gard work for her a sark; . 90 
 
 The tae half was o' cambric fine, 
 Tither o' needle wark. 
 
 24. The firstin kirk that they came till, 
 
 They gard the bells be rung, 
 And the nextin kirk that they came till, 95 
 
 They gard the mass be sung. 
 
 25. The thirdin kirk that they came till, 
 
 They dealt gold for her sake, 
 And the fourthin kirk that they came till, 
 Lo, there they met her make! 100 
 
 26. 'Lay down, lay down, the bigly bier, 
 
 Let me the dead look on.' 
 Wi' cherry cheeks and ruby lips 
 She lay and smiPd on him. 
 
 27. 'O ae sheave o' your bread, truelove, 105 
 
 And ae glass of your wine, 
 For I hae fasted for your sake 
 These fully days is nine. 
 
46 THE WEE WEE MAN 
 
 28. 'Gang hame, gang hame, my seven bold brothers, 
 
 Gang hame and sound your horn; no 
 
 And ye may boast in southern lands 
 Your sister's play'd you scorn.' 
 
 THE WEE WEE MAN 
 
 1. As I was walking all alone, 
 
 Between a water and a wa', 
 And there I spy'd a wee wee man, 
 And he was the least that e'er I saw. 
 
 2. His legs were scarce a shathmont's length, 
 
 And thick and thimber was his thigh; 
 Between his brows there was a span, 
 And between his shoulders there was three. 
 
 3. He took up a mickle stane, 
 
 And he flang 't as far as I could see; 10 
 
 Though I had been a Wallace wight, 
 I couldna liften 't to my knee. 
 
 4. f O wee wee man, but thou be Strang! 
 
 O tell me where thy dwelling be? ' 
 'My dwelling's down at yon bonny bower; 15 
 
 O will you go with me and see? ' 
 
 5. On we lap, and awa we rade, 
 
 Till we came to yon bonny green; 
 We lighted down for to bait our horse, 
 
 And out there came a lady fine. 20 
 
 6. Four and twenty at her back, 
 
 And they were a' clad out in green; 
 Though the king of Scotland had been there, 
 The warst 0' them might hae been his queen. 
 
LORD THOMAS AND FAIR AN NET 47 
 
 7. On we lap, and awa we rade, 25 
 
 Till we came to yon bonny ha', 
 Where the roof was o' the beaten gold, 
 And the floor was o' the crystal a'. 
 
 8. When we came to the stair-foot, 
 
 Ladies were dancing, jimp and sma', 30 
 
 But in the twinkling of an eye, 
 My wee wee man was clean awa. 
 
 LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET 
 
 1. Lord Thomas and Fair Annet 
 
 Sat a' day on a hill; 
 When night was come, and sun was set, 
 They had not talk'd their fill. 
 
 2. Lord Thomas said a word in jest, 5 
 
 Fair Annet took it ill; 
 ' A, I will never w r ed a wife 
 Against my ain friends' will.' 
 
 3. 'If ye will never wed a wife, 
 
 A wife will ne'er wed ye.' 10 
 
 Sae he is hame to tell his mither, 
 And knelt upon his knee. 
 
 4. 'O rede, O rede, mither,' he says, 
 
 'A good rede gi'e to me: 
 O shall I take the nut-brown bride, 15 
 
 And let Fair Annet be? ' 
 
 5. 'The nut-brown bride has goud and gear, 
 
 Fair Annet she has got none; 
 And the little beauty Fair Annet has, 
 
 O it will soon be gone.' 20 
 
48 LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET 
 
 6. And he has to his brother gone: 
 
 'Now, brother, rede ye me; 
 A, shall I marry the nut-brown bride, 
 And let Fair Annet be? ' 
 
 7. 'The nut-brown bride has oxen, brother, 25 
 
 The nut-brown bride has kye; 
 I wad hae ye marry the nut-brown bride, 
 And cast Fair Annet by.' 
 
 8. 'Her oxen may die i' the house, billie, 
 
 And her kye into the byre, 30 
 
 And I shall hae nothing to mysel' 
 But a fat fadge by the fire.' 
 
 9. And he has to his sister gone: 
 
 'Now, sister, rede ye me; 
 O shall I marry the nut-brown bride, 35 
 
 And set Fair Annet free? ' 
 
 10. Tse rede ye tak' Fair Annet, Thomas, 
 
 And let the brown bride alane; 
 Lest ye should sigh, and say, "Alas, 
 
 Who is this we brought hame? " 40 
 
 11. 'No, I will tak' my mither's counsel, 
 
 And marry me out o' hand; 
 And I will tak' the nut-brown bride, 
 Fair Annet may leave the land.' 
 
 12. Up then rose Fair Annet's father, 45 
 
 Twa hours or it were day, 
 And he is gone into the bower 
 Wherein Fair Annet lay. 
 
LORD THOMAS AXD FAIR ANNET 49 
 
 13. 'Rise up, rise up, Fair Annet,' he says, 
 
 'Put on your silken sheen; 50 
 
 Let us go to Saint Mary's kirk, 
 And see that rich weddeen.' 
 
 14. ' My maids, go to my dressing-room, 
 
 And dress to me my hair; 
 Where'er ye laid a plait before, 55 
 
 See ye lay ten times mair. 
 
 15. 'My maids, go to my dressing-room, 
 
 And dress to me my smock; 
 The one half is o' the holland fine, 
 
 The other o' needle- work.' 60 
 
 16. The horse Fair Annet rode upon, 
 
 He ambled like the wind; 
 
 Wi' siller he was shod before, 
 
 Wi' burning goud behind. 
 
 17. Four and twenty siller bells, 65 
 
 Were a' tied to his mane, 
 And yae tift o' the nor' land wind, 
 They tinkled ane by ane. 
 
 18. Four and twenty gay gude knights 
 
 Rode by Fair Annet's side, 70 
 
 And four and twenty fair ladies, 
 As gin she had been a bride. 
 
 19. And when she came to Mary's kirk, 
 
 She sat on Mary's stean; 
 The cleading that Fair Annet had on, 75 
 
 It skinkled in their een. 
 
50 LORD THOMAS AND FAIR AN NET 
 
 20. And when she cam' into the kirk, 
 
 She shimmer 'd like the sun; 
 The belt that was about her waist, 
 
 Was a' wi' pearls bedone. 80 
 
 21. She sat her by the nut-brown bride, 
 
 And her een they were sae clear, 
 Lord Thomas he clean forgot the bride, 
 When Fair Annet drew near. 
 
 22. He had a rose into his hand, 85 
 
 He ga'e it kisses three, 
 And reaching by the nut-brown bride, 
 Laid it on Fair Annet's knee. 
 
 23. Up then spak' the nut-brown bride, 
 
 She spak' wi' mickle spite: 90 
 
 'And where got ye that rose-water 
 That does mak' ye so white? ' 
 
 24. '01 did get that rose-water 
 
 Where ye will ne'er get nane, 
 For I got that very rose-water 95 
 
 Aneath yon marble stane.' 
 
 25. The bride she drew a long bodkin 
 
 Frae out her gay head-gear, 
 And strake Fair Annet unto the heart, 
 That word she spak' never mair. 100 
 
 26. Lord Thomas he saw Fair Annet wax pale, 
 
 And marvelled what mote be; 
 But when he saw her dear heart's blude, 
 A' wood- wroth waxed he. 
 
LIZIE LINDSAY 51 
 
 27. He drew his dagger that was sae sharp, 105 
 
 That was sae sharp and meet, 
 And drave it into the nut-brown bride, 
 That fell dead at his feet. 
 
 28. 'Now stay for me, Fair Annet/ he said, 
 
 ' Now stay, my dear/ he cried; no 
 
 Then strake the dagger until his heart, 
 And fell dead by her side. 
 
 29. Lord Thomas was buried without kirk wa', 
 
 Fair Annet within the quier, 
 And o' the tsCne there grew a birk, 115 
 
 The other a bonny brier. 
 
 30. And ay they grew, and ay they grew, 
 
 As they wad fain be near; 
 And by this ye may ken right well, 
 
 They were twa lovers dear. 120 
 
 LIZIE LINDSAY 
 (DONALD OF THE ISLES) 
 
 It's of a young lord o' the Hielands, 
 
 A bonnie braw castle had he, 
 And he says to his lady mither, 
 
 'My boon ye will grant to me: 
 Shall I gae to Edinburgh city, 5 
 
 And fetch hame a lady wi' me? ' 
 
 'Ye may gae to Edinburgh city, 
 
 And fetch hame a lady wi' thee, 
 But see that ye bring her but flattrie, 
 
 And court her in great povertie,' 10 
 
52 LIZIE LINDSAY 
 
 3. 'My coat, mither, shall be o' the plaiden, 
 
 A tartan kilt over my knee, 
 Wi' hosen and brogues and the bonnet; 
 I'll court her wi' nae flatterie.' 
 
 4. When he cam' to Edinburgh city, 3 
 
 He play'd at the ring and the ba', 
 And saw mony a bonnie young lady, 
 But Lizie Lindsay was first o' them a'. 
 
 5. Syne, dress'd in his hieland grey plaiden, 
 
 His bonnet aboon his ee-bree, s 
 
 He calFd on fair Lizie Lindsay, 
 Says, l Lizie, will ye fancy me? 
 
 6. ' And gae to the Hielands, my lassie, 
 
 And gae, gae wi' me? 
 O gae to the Hielands, Lizie Lindsay, : 
 
 I'll feed ye on curds and green whey. 
 
 7. 'And ye'se get a bed o' green bracken, 
 
 My plaidie will hap thee and me; 
 Ye'se lie in my arms, bonnie Lizie, 
 
 If ye'll gae to the Hielands wi' me.' 3 
 
 8. ' O how can I gae to the Hielands, 
 
 Or how can I gae wi' thee, 
 When I dinna ken where I am gaing, 
 Nor wha I hae to gae wi'? ' 
 
 9. 'My father, he is an auld shepherd, 35 
 
 My mither, she is an auld dey; 
 My name it is Donald Macdonald, 
 My name I'll never deny.' 
 
L1ZIE LINDSA Y 53 
 
 10. 'O Donald, I'll gi'e ye five guineas 
 
 To sit ae hour in my room, 40 
 
 Till I tak aff your ruddy picture; 
 When I hae it, I'll never think lang.' 
 
 11. 'I dinna care for your five guineas; 
 
 It's ye that's the jewel to me; 
 I've plenty o' kye in the Hielands, 45 
 
 To feed ye wi' curds and green whey. 
 
 12. 'And ye'se get a bonnie blue plaidie, 
 
 Wi' red and green stripes thro it a'; 
 And I'll be the lord o' your dwelling, 
 And that's the best picture ava. 50 
 
 13. ' And I am laird o' a' my possessions; 
 
 The king canna boast o' na mare; 
 And ye'se hae my true heart in keeping; 
 There'll be na ither e'en has a share. 
 
 14. 'Sae gae to the Hielands, my lassie, 55 
 
 O gae awa' happy wi' me; 
 O gae to the Hielands, Lizie Lindsay, 
 And herd the wee lambies wi' me.' 
 
 15. 'O how can I gae wi' a stranger, 
 
 Ower hills and o'er glens f rae my hame? ' 60 
 'I tell ye I'm Donald Macdonald; 
 I'll ever be proud o' my name.' 
 
 16. Down cam' Lizie Lindsay's ain father, 
 
 A knight o' a noble degree; 
 Says, 'If ye do steal my dear daughter, 65 
 
 It's hangit ye quickly shall be.' 
 
54 LIZIE LINDSAY 
 
 17. On his heel he turn'd round wi' a bouncie, 
 
 And a light laugh he did gi'e: 
 1 There's nae law in Edinburgh city 
 This day that can dare to hang me.' 70 
 
 18. Then up bespak' Lizie's best woman, 
 
 And a bonnie young lassie was she; 
 'Had I but a mark in my pouchie, 
 It's Donald that I w T ad gae wiV 
 
 19. 'O Helen, wad ye leave your coffer, 75 
 
 And a' your silk kirtles sae braw, 
 And gang wi' a bare-hough'd poor laddie, 
 And leave father, mither, and a?' 
 
 20. ' But I think he's a witch or a warlock, 
 
 Or something o' that fell degree, 80 
 
 For I'll gae awa' wi' young Donald, 
 Whatever my fortune may be.' 
 
 21. Then Lizie laid down her silk mantle, 
 
 And put on her waiting-maid's gown, 
 And aff and awa to the hielands 85 
 
 She's gone wi' this young shepherd lown. 
 
 22. Through glens and o'er mountains they wander'd, 
 
 Till Lizie had scantlie a shoe; 
 'Alas and ohone!' says fair Lizie, 
 
 1 Sad was the first day I saw you ! 90 
 
 I wish I were in Edinburgh city; 
 
 Fu' sair, sair this pastime I rue.' 
 
 23. 'O haud your tongue now, bonnie Lizie, 
 
 For yonder's the shieling, my hame; 
 And there's my guid auld honest mither, 95 
 
 That's coming to meet ye her lane.' 
 
BARBARA ALLEN'S CRUELTY 55 
 
 24. 'O ye're welcome, ye're welcome, Sir Donald, 
 
 Ye're welcome back hame to your am/ 
 'O ca' me na young Sir Donald, 
 
 But ca' me Donald my son;' 100 
 
 And this they hae spoken in Erse, 
 
 That Lizie might not understand. 
 
 25. The day being weetie and daggie, 
 
 They lay till 't was lang o' the day: 
 ' Win up, win up, bonnie Lizie, 105 
 
 And help at the milking the kye.' 
 
 26. O slowly rais'd up Lizie Lindsay: 
 
 The saut tear blindit her ee: 
 1 0, were I in Edinburgh city, 
 The Hielands should never see me! ' no 
 
 27. He led her up to a hie mountain 
 
 And bade her look out far and wide: 
 1 I'm lord o' thae isles and thae mountains, 
 And ye're now my beautiful bride. 
 
 28. 'Sae rue na ye've come to the Hielands, 115 
 
 Sae rue na ye've come off wi' me, 
 For ye're great Macdonald's braw lady, 
 And will be to the day that ye dee.' 
 
 BARBARA ALLEN'S CRUELTY 
 
 1. In Scarlet Town, where I was born, 
 
 There was a fair maid dwellin', 
 Made every youth cry, 'Wellaway!' 
 Her name was Barbara Allen. 
 
 2. All in the merry month of May, 5 
 
 When green buds they are swelling 
 Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay, 
 For love of Barbara Allen. 
 
56 BARBARA ALLEN'S CRUELTY 
 
 3. He sent his man unto her then, 
 
 To the town where she was dwellin ' ; ] 
 
 1 You must come to my master dear, 
 If your name be Barbara Allen. 
 
 4. ' For death is printed on his face, 
 
 And o'er his heart is stealin'; 
 Then haste away to comfort him, ] 
 
 O lovely Barbara Allen.' 
 
 5. ' Though death be printed on his face, 
 
 And o'er his heart is stealin', 
 Yet little better shall he be 
 
 For bonny Barbara Allen.' : 
 
 6. So slowly, slowly, she came up, 
 
 And slowly she came nigh him; 
 And all she said, when there she came, 
 ' Young man, I think you're dying.' 
 
 7. He turn'd his face unto her straight, : 
 
 With deadly sorrow sighing; 
 
 1 O lovely maid, come pity me, 
 
 I'm on my death-bed lying.' 
 
 8. 'If on your death-bed you do lie, 
 
 What needs the tale you are tellin'; 3 
 
 I cannot keep you from your death; 
 Farewell,' said Barbara Allen. 
 
 9. He turn'd his face unto the wall, 
 
 As deadly pangs he fell in: 
 'Adieu! adieu! adieu to you all, 35 
 
 Adieu to Barbara Allen!' 
 
BARBARA ALLEN'S CRUELTY 57 
 
 10. As she was walking o'er the fields, 
 
 She heard the bell a-knellin ' ; 
 And every stroke did seem to say, 
 
 ' Unworthy Barbara Allen ! ' 40 
 
 11. She turn'd her body round about, 
 
 And spied the corpse a-coming: 
 'Lay down, lay down the corpse/ she said, 
 'That I may look upon him.' 
 
 12. With scornful eye she looked down, 45 
 
 Her cheek with laughter swellin', 
 Whilst all her friends cried out amain, 
 'Unworthy Barbara Allen.' 
 
 13. When he was dead, and laid in grave, 
 
 Her heart was struck with sorrow: 50 
 
 ' O mother, mother, make my bed, 
 For I shall die to-morrow. 
 
 14. 'Hard-hearted creature him to slight, 
 
 Who loved me so dearly ; 
 O that I had been more kind to him, 55 
 
 When he was alive and near me!' 
 
 15. She, on her death-bed as she lay, 
 
 Beg'd to be buried by him; 
 And sore repented of the day 
 
 That she did e'er deny him. 60 
 
 16. 'Farewell,' she said, 'ye virgins all, 
 
 And shun the fault I fell in ; 
 Henceforth take warning by the fall 
 Of cruel Barbara Allen.' 
 
$8 LORD LOVEL 
 
 LORD LOVEL 
 
 i. 'And I fare you well, Lady Ouncebell, 
 For I must needs be gone, 
 And this time two year I'll meet you again, 
 To finish the loves we begun.' 
 
 2. 'That is a long time, Lord Lovel,' said she, 
 
 'To live in fair Scotland.' 
 
 ' And so it is, Lady Ouncebell, 
 
 To leave a fair lady alone.' 
 
 3. He had not been in fair Scotland 
 
 Not half above half a year, 10 
 
 But a longing mind came into his head, 
 Lady Ouncebell he would go see her. 
 
 4. He called up his stable-groom, 
 
 To saddle his milk-white steed; 
 Dey down, dey down, dey down dery down, 15 
 
 I wish Lord Lovel good speed. 
 
 5. He had not been in fair London 
 
 Not half above half a day, 
 But he heard the bells of the high chapel ring, 
 They rang with a ceserera. 20 
 
 6. He asked of a gentleman, 
 
 That sat there all alone, 
 What made the bells of the high chapel ring, 
 The ladies make all their moan. 
 
 7. 'One of the king's daughters is dead,' said he, 25 
 
 'Lady Ouncebell was her name; 
 She died for love of a courteous young knight, 
 Lord Lovel he was the same. ' 
 
THOMAS RHYMER 59 
 
 8. He caused her corpse to be set down, 
 
 And her winding sheet undone, 30 
 
 And he made a vow before them all 
 He'd never kiss woman again. 
 
 9. Lady Ouncebell died on the yesterday, 
 
 Lord Lovel on the morrow; 
 Lady Ouncebell died for pure true love, 35 
 
 Lord Lovel died for sorrow. 
 
 10. Lady Ouncebell was buried in the high chancel, 
 
 Lord Lovel in the choir; 
 Lady Ouncebeirs breast sprung out a sweet rose, 
 Lord Lovel's a bunch of sweet brier. 40 
 
 11. They grew till they grew to the top of the church, 
 
 And then they could grow no higher; 
 They grew till they grew to a truelover's knot, 
 And then they tied both together. 
 
 12. An old woman coming by that w r ay, 45 
 
 And a blessing she did crave, 
 To cut off a bunch of that truelover's knot, 
 And buried them both in one grave. 
 
 THOMAS RHYMER 
 
 1. True Thomas lay o'er yond grassy bank, 
 
 And he beheld a lady gay, 
 A lady that was brisk and bold, 
 Come riding o'er the ferny brae. 
 
 2. Her skirt was of the grass-green silk, 5 
 
 Her mantle of the velvet fine, 
 At ilka tett of her horse's mane 
 Hung fifty silver bells and nine. 
 
60 THOMAS RHYMER 
 
 3. True Thomas he took off his hat, 
 
 And bow'd him low down till his knee: 10 
 
 ' All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven ! 
 For your peer on earth I never did see.' 
 
 4. 'O no, no, True Thomas/ she says, 
 
 'That name does not belong to me; 
 I am but the queen of fair Elfland, 15 
 
 And I'm come here for to visit thee. 
 
 5. 'But ye maun go wi' me now, Thomas, 
 
 True Thomas, ye maun go wi' me, 
 But ye maun serve me seven years, 
 Through weal or woe as may chance to be.' 20 
 
 6. She turn'd about her milk-white steed, 
 
 And took True Thomas up behind, 
 And aye whene'er her bridle rang, 
 The steed flew swifter than the wind. 
 
 7. For forty days and forty nights 25 
 
 He wade thro red blood to the knee, 
 And he saw neither sun nor moon, 
 But heard the roaring of the sea. 
 
 8. O they rode on, and further on, 
 
 Until they came to garden green : ,3° 
 
 'Light down, light dow T n, ye lady free, 
 Some of that fruit let me pull to thee.' 
 
 9. 'O no, no, True Thomas,' she says, 
 
 ' That fruit maun not be touch'd by thee, 
 For a' the plagues that are in hell 35 
 
 Light on the fruit of this countrie. 
 
THOMAS RHYMER 61 
 
 10. 'But I have a loaf here in my lap, 
 Likewise a bottle of claret wine, 
 And now ere we go farther on, 
 
 We'll rest a while, and ye may dine.' 40 
 
 n. When he had eaten and drunk his fill, 
 'Lay down your head upon my knee,' 
 The lady said, 'ere we climb yon hill, 
 And I will show you f airlies three. 
 
 12. 'O see ye not yon narrow road, 45 
 
 So thick beset wi' thorns and briers? 
 That is the path of righteousness, 
 Though after it but few enquires. 
 
 13. 'And see ye not that broad broad road, 
 
 That lies across yon lily leven? 50 
 
 That is the path of wickedness, 
 Though some call it the road to heaven. 
 
 14. 'And see ye not that bonny road, 
 
 Which winds about the ferny brae? 
 That is the road to fair Elfland, 55 
 
 Where you and I this night maun gae. 
 
 15. 'But, Thomas, ye maun hold your tongue, 
 
 Whatever you may hear or see, 
 For gin ae word you should chance to speak, 
 You will ne'er get back to your ain countrie.' 60 
 
 16. He has gotten a coat of the even cloth 
 
 And a pair of shoes of velvet green, 
 And till seven years were past and gone 
 True Thomas on earth was never seen. 
 
62 FAIR MARGRET 
 
 FAIR MARGRET 
 
 i. Fair Margret was a young ladye, 
 And come of high degree; 
 Fair Margret was a young ladye, 
 And proud as proud could be. 
 
 2. Fair Margret was a rich ladye, 
 
 The king's cousin was she; 
 
 Fair Margret was a rich ladye, 
 
 And vain as vain could be. 
 
 3. She war'd her wealth on the gay cleedin 
 
 That comes frae yont the sea, 10 
 
 She spent her time frae morning till night 
 Adorning her fair bodye. 
 
 4. Ae night she sate in her stately ha', 
 
 Kaimin' her yellow hair, 
 When in there came like a gentle knight, 15 
 
 And a white scarf he did wear. 
 
 5. 'O what's your will wi' me, sir knight, 
 
 O what's your will wi' me? 
 You're the likest to my ae brother 
 
 That ever I did see. 20 
 
 6. l You're the likest to my ae brother 
 
 That ever I hae seen, 
 But he's buried in Dunfermline kirk. 
 A month and mair bygane.' 
 
 7. 'I'm the likest to your ae brother 25 
 
 That ever ye did see, 
 For I canna get rest into my grave, 
 A' for the pride of thee. 
 
THE JOVIAL HUNTER OF BROMSGROVE 63 
 
 8. 'Leave pride, Margret, leave pride, Margret, 
 
 Leave pride and vanity; 30 
 
 Ere ye see the sights that I hae seen, 
 Sair altered ye maun be. 
 
 9. 'O ye come in at the kirk door 
 
 Wi' the gowd plaits in your hair; 
 But wad ye see what I hae seen, 35 
 
 Ye maun them a' forbear. 
 
 10. 'O ye come in at the kirk door 
 
 WT the gowd prins i' your sleeve; 
 But wad ye see what I hae seen, 
 Ye maun gie them a' their leave. 40 
 
 11. ' Leave pride, Margret, leave pride, Margret, 
 
 Leave pride and vanity; 
 Ere ye see the sights that I hae seen, 
 Sair alter'd ye maun be.' 
 
 12. He got her in her stately ha', 45 
 
 Kaimin' her yellow hair, 
 He left her on her sick sick bed, 
 Shedding the saut saut tear. 
 
 THE JOVIAL HUNTER OF BROMSGROVE 
 (VERSION OF SIR LIONEL) 
 
 1. Sir Robert Bolton had three sons, 
 
 Wind well thy horn, good hunter 
 And one of them was calPd Sir Ryalas; 
 For he was a jovial hunter. 
 
 2. He rang'd all round by the woodside, 5 
 
 Wind well thy horn good hunter 
 Till up in the top of a tree a gay lady he spied; 
 For he was a jovial hunter. 
 
64 THE JOVIAL HUNTER OF BROMSGROVE 
 
 3. 'O what dost thou mean, fair lady?' said he; 
 'O the wild boar has kill'd my lord and his men thirty, 10 
 
 As thou beest a jovial hunter/ 
 
 4. l O what shall I do this wild boar to see? ' 
 1 thee blow a blast, and he'll come unto thee, 
 
 As thou beest a jovial hunter.' 
 
 5. Then he put his horn unto his mouth 15 
 Then he blow'd a blast full north, east, west and south, 
 
 As he was a jovial hunter. 
 
 6. And the wild boar heard him full into his den, 
 Then he made the best of his speed unto him, 
 
 To Sir Ryalas, the jovial hunter. 20 
 
 7. Then the wild boar, being so stout and so strong, 
 He thrash'd down the trees as he came along 
 
 To Sir Ryalas, the jovial hunter. 
 
 8. c O what dost thou want of me?' the wild boar said he; 
 'O I think in my heart I can do enough for thee, 25 
 
 For I am a jovial hunter.' 
 
 9. Then they fought four hours in a long summer's day, 
 Till the wild boar fain would have gotten away 
 
 From Sir Ryalas, the jovial hunter. 
 
 10. Then Sir Ryalas draw'd his broadsword with might, 30 
 And he fairly cut his head off quite; 
 
 For he was a jovial hunter. 
 
 11. Then out of the wood the wild woman flew: 
 'Oh thou hast kill'd my pretty spotted pig! 
 
 As thou beest a jovial hunter. 35 
 
KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY 65 
 
 12. 'There are three things I do demand of thee, 
 It's thy horn and thy hound and thy gay lady, 
 
 As thou beest a jovial hunter.' 
 
 13. 'If these three things thou dost demand of me, 
 
 It's just as my sword and thy neck can agree: . 40 
 
 For I am a jovial hunter.' 
 
 14. Then into his locks the wild woman flew, 
 
 Till she thought in her heart she had torn him through; 
 As he was a jovial hunter. 
 
 15. Then Sir Ryalas draw'd his broadsword again, 45 
 And he fairly split her head in twain; 
 
 For he was a jovial hunter. 
 
 16. In Bromsgrove church they both do lie; 
 There the wild boar's head is pictured by 
 
 Sir Ryalas, the jovial hunter. 50 
 
 HNG JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY 
 
 1. I'll tell you a story, a story anon, 
 
 Of a noble prince, and his name was King John; 
 For he was a prince, and a prince of great might, 
 He held up great wrongs, he put down great right. 
 Deny down, down hey, deny down. 5 
 
 2. I'll tell you a story, a story so merry, 
 Concerning the Abbot of Canterbury, 
 And of his house-keeping and high renown, 
 Which made him resort to fair London town. 
 
 3. 'How now. father abbot? 'T is told unto me 10 
 That thou keepest a far better house than I; 
 
 And for thy house-keeping and high renown, 
 I fear thou hast treason against my crown.' 
 
66 KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY 
 
 4. ' I hope, my liege, that you owe me no grudge 
 For spending of my true-gotten goods.' 15 
 ' If thou dost not answer me questions three, 
 Thy head shall be taken from thy body. 
 
 5. '"When I am set so high on my steed, 
 With my crown of gold upon my head, 
 Amongst all my nobility, with joy and much mirth, 20 
 Thou must tell me to one penny what I am worth. 
 
 6. 'And the next question you must not flout, 
 How long I shall be riding the world about ; 
 And the third question thou must not shrink. 
 But tell me truly what I do think,' 25 
 
 7. 'O these are hard questions for my shallow wit, 
 For I cannot answer your grace as yet; 
 But if you will give me but three days space, 
 I'll do my endeavor to answer your grace.' 
 
 8. 'O three days space I will thee give, 
 For that is the longest day thou hast to live. 
 And if thou dost not answer these questions right, 
 Thy head shall be taken from thy body quite.' 
 
 9. And as the shepherd was going to his fold, 
 He spy'd the old abbot come riding along; 31 
 'How now, master abbot? You're welcome home; 
 What news have you brought from good King John? ' 
 
 10. 'Sad news, sad news I have thee to give; 
 For I have but three days' space for to live; 
 If I do not answer him questions three, 4 
 
 My head will be taken from my body. 
 
KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY 67 
 
 11. 'When he is set so high on his steed, 
 With his crown of gold upon his head, 
 
 Amongst all his nobility, with joy and much mirth, 
 
 I must tell him to one penny what he is worth. 45 
 
 12. 'And the next question I must not flout, 
 How long he shall be riding the world about; 
 And the third question I must not shrink, 
 But tell him truly what he does think.' 
 
 13. 'O master, did you never hear it yet, 50 
 That a fool may learn a wise man wit? 
 
 Lend me but your horse and your apparel, 
 
 I'll ride to fair London and answer the quarrel.' 
 
 14. 'Now I am set so high on my steed, 
 
 With my crown of gold upon my head, 55 
 
 Amongst all my nobility, with joy and much mirth, 
 Now tell me to one penny what I am worth.' 
 
 15. 'For thirty pence our Saviour was sold, 
 Amongst the false Jews, as you have been told, 
 
 And nine and twenty's the worth of thee, 60 
 
 For I think thou art one penny worser than He.' 
 
 16. 'And the next question thou mayst not flout; 
 How long shall I be riding the world about? ' 
 
 ' You must rise with the sun, and ride with the same, 
 Until the next morning he rises again, 65 
 
 And then I am sure you will make no doubt 
 But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about/ 
 
 17. 'And the third question you must not shrink, 
 But tell me truly what I do think.' 
 
68 KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY 
 
 'All that I can do, and 't will make you merry; 76 
 
 For you think I'm the Abbot of Canterbury, 
 But I'm his poor shepherd, as you may see, 
 And am come to beg pardon for he and for me.' 
 
 18. The king he turn'd him about and did smile, 
 Saying, 'Thou shalt be the abbot the other while,,' 75 
 ' O no, my grace, there is no such need, 
 For I can neither write nor read.' 
 
 19. 'Then four pounds a week will I give unto thee 
 For this merry jest thou hast told unto me; 
 And tell the old abbot, when thou comest home, 80 
 Thou hast brought him a pardon from good King John.' 
 
THE ROBIN HOOD BALLADS 
 
 The Robin Hood Legends. — While it is impossible to ac- 
 cept as true all the tales that are told of Robin Hood, it is quite 
 as difficult to prove that his story is altogether a myth. Two 
 localities, Sherwood Forest in Nottinghamshire and a wooded 
 district in the West-riding of Yorkshire, lay claim to him as 
 an actual, historic personage. Reference to the map will show 
 that these sections are not so far apart as to force us to decide 
 upon either one to the exclusion of the other. A forest-dweller 
 had nothing to hold him in one place. In truth, after some 
 particularly aggressive act on his part he might find it neces- 
 sary to shift his abode, and a thirty or forty mile removal at a 
 time when communication was slow and difficult, would effec- 
 tually cut off pursuit and capture. 
 
 Legend says that Robin Hood was born in Nottinghamshire 
 at Locksley, or, as it is sometimes spelled, Loxley, and died in 
 Yorkshire in the nunnery of Kirklees. As there were vast 
 forests in both districts not more than a two-days' journey 
 apart, it is quite possible that he haunted each by turn, moving 
 from one to the other as necessity or preference determined. 
 When we find references to other places in the Robin Hood 
 ballads, places remote from these regions, they are instances of 
 transferring a popular hero from a distant place to one more 
 familiar to the ballad singer or his audience. 
 
 English history written in England at the time when Robin 
 Hood is supposed to have lived, unfortunately makes no men- 
 tion of him. Nevertheless, the belief has been growing steadily 
 for the last hundred years or more, that the folk tales are at 
 least partly true. The discovery that an early Scotch historian, 
 John of Fordun, 1 speaks of the outlaw hero in no uncertain 
 1 About the year 1390. 
 69 
 
70 THE ROBIN HOOD BALLADS 
 
 terms, did much to strengthen this belief; so also did the testi- 
 mony of Joseph Ritson (1791), and of Robert Southey, John 
 Mathew Gutch, Augustin Thierry, and other eminent scholars 
 of the nineteenth century. Those who know and love the legend 
 may feel assured of excellent company should they choose to 
 believe that Robin Hood really headed a band of forest-dwellers 
 and robbed the rich and helped the poor somewhere in the 
 north of England seven or eight hundred years ago. 
 
 The Time of Robin Hood. — As to his exact date, we find a 
 great difference of opinion even among those who have the 
 strongest faith in him. Sir Walter Scott, in Ivanhoe, makes 
 him out a Saxon yeoman of the time of Richard Coeur de Lion, 
 and describes him as practically driven into the forest and to 
 his thieving mode of life by the oppression and injustice of the 
 Normans. Ivanhoe is, it is true, only fiction, but Scott was 
 very careful of details in his work, and if he put Robin Hood into 
 a story of King Richard's reign it was because he believed that 
 that was where he belonged. John of Fordun, on the other 
 hand, writes of him as being at the height of his activity about 
 1265. If we accept this later date, we cannot be content to 
 consider him merely a dispossessed Saxon, for by this time the 
 Saxons and the Normans were beginning to be pretty well 
 intermingled. A very possible story, quite reconcilable with 
 English history, declares him to have been attached in his early 
 manhood to some baron (perhaps Simon de Montfort, perhaps 
 the Earl of Lancaster) who tried, but failed, to bring about 
 certain reforms in the English government. On the downfall 
 of the leader, punishment was inflicted upon many of his fol- 
 lowers, but some escaped to the depths of the woods and were 
 proclaimed outlaws. Outlawry was the sentence pronounced 
 upon any man who failed to appear when summoned to court 
 to defend himself against a charge. Many a man preferred 
 outlawry and a fighting chance for freedom to an unfair trial 
 before a judge who was almost sure to condemn him to death 
 or to long imprisonment. 
 
 Relics of Robin Hood. — Few travelers can pass through 
 
THE ROBIN HOOD BALLADS 71 
 
 the wooded regions of Yorkshire and Nottinghamshire without 
 imagining the glades and thickets peopled with "bold Robin's 
 band." To this day, visitors to Sherwood Forest are shown 
 an immense oak, centuries old, known as Robin Hood's larder, 
 and in another part of the forest a great rock called Robin 
 Hood's whetstone. Farther north, in the West-riding of York- 
 shire, in a place now called Kirkless Park, but formerly known 
 as Kirklees, Kyrkesey or even Bircklies, is Robin Hood's grave. 
 The ballad on Robin Hood's Death and Burial tells how the 
 outlaw came to die there, but the prose account in an old 
 manuscript is also full of interest. The writer of this says that: 
 
 "being dystempered with could and age, he had great payne 
 in his lymmes, his bloude being corrupted; therefore, to be eased 
 of his payne by letting bloude, he repayred to the priores of 
 Kyrkesey, which some say was his aunt, a woman very skylful 
 in physique and surgery; who, perceyving him to be Robin 
 Hood, and waying * how fel an enemy he was to religious persons, 
 toke reveng of him for her owne howse and all others by letting 
 him bleed to death." 
 
 The same manuscript goes on to say that after letting him 
 bleed to death, she buried him under a great stone "by the 
 Hywayes side." Another writer says that: 
 
 "the cause why she buryed him there was, for that the com- 
 mon passengers and travailers, knowyng and seeyng him there 
 buryed, might more safely and withoute feare take their journeys 
 that way, which they durst not do in the life of the sayde outlaw." 
 
 The grave that is now shown as Robin Hood's cannot be said 
 to be strictly "by the Hywayes side," but perhaps the course 
 of the highway has changed in the lapse of time. A flat stone, 
 without an inscription, but marked with a cross, is over it. If 
 the grave is genuine, and if the stone is the original one, it bears 
 no trace of the epitaphs said to have been carved on it — either 
 of the English (some say Latin) verse telling how he "robbed 
 
 1 realizing, perceiving. 
 
72 THE ROBIN HOOD BALLADS 
 
 the rich to feed the poor/' or of the one that ended with the 
 pious hope that England might never again know such an 
 outlaw. 
 
 Robin Hood enthusiasts find other relics scattered over the 
 north of England. In Sherwood Forest there is a spring called 
 Robin Hood's well, and in Yorkshire there is another. The 
 forest well is inconspicuous, but the other was famous in stage- 
 coach days for it was close to the post-road, and the coach be- 
 tween York and Doncaster frequently stopped there to let 
 the passengers drink of the "fair water." At Fountains Abbey 
 they show a bow said to have been used by Robin Hood, and 
 in the park the stream where the curtal friar gave him his fa- 
 mous ducking. Farther to the east there is an indentation on 
 the sea-coast known as Robin Hood's Bay. Returning to Sher- 
 wood Forest, we find also a peculiar rock, not far from the well, 
 where, it is said, the robber chieftain was accustomed to sit 
 when deciding how much toll was to be exacted from the coffers 
 of unwary travelers, or when distributing booty among his 
 men. All these places of interest may be visited in a four-days' 
 stay in Yorkshire and Nottinghamshire. 
 
 The Character or Robin Hood. — The most jovial of out- 
 laws was Robin, and the kindliest and most courteous of thieves, 
 committing his robberies upon the fixed principle that he would 
 take only from those who could afford to lose, and that he would 
 give to the poor a share of all that he took. The rich may have 
 feared and condemned him, but in the eyes of the great mass 
 of the English poor of the Middle Ages he stood for an ideal. 
 To appreciate him properly we must see him through their 
 eyes, measure him by their standards. Fortunately, most of 
 us do this unconsciously, carried by the charm of the ballads 
 into the atmosphere and spirit of medieval England. There 
 we find Robin Hood the perfect yeoman, as truly as King 
 Arthur was the ideal knight in an earlier age and a different 
 rank of society. He was a matchless archer and a lover of the 
 greenwood. He delighted in practical jokes and in disguises of 
 all kinds. He was generous to the needy, and was therefore 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN 73 
 
 beloved of widows and poor farmers. He loved fair play and 
 was ready to own when he had met his match. He was reverent 
 of women and a devout worshipper of the Virgin. He hated 
 hypocrisy, especially when joined to religion, and was in con- 
 sequence a bitter and relentless enemy, not of monks and ab- 
 bots as such, but of rich monks and abbots. He was brave to 
 rashness, full of expedients in trying circumstances, always 
 gay, always genial. Modern writers have found in him an in- 
 teresting figure for drama and opera as well as tale. 
 
 ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN 
 
 1. When Robin Hood was about twenty years old, 
 
 With a hey down down and a down 
 He happen'd to meet Little John, 
 A jolly brisk blade, right fit for the trade, 
 
 For he was a lusty young man. 5 
 
 2. Tho he was calPd Little, his limbs they were large, 
 
 And his stature was seven foot high; 
 Wherever he came, they quak'd at his name, 
 For soon he would make them to fly. 
 
 3. How they came acquainted, I'll tell you in brief, 10 
 • If you will but listen awhile; 
 
 For this very jest, among all the rest, 
 I think it may cause you to smile. 
 
 4. Bold Robin Hood said to his jolly bowmen, 
 
 ' Pray tarry you here in this grove; 15 
 
 And see that you all observe well my call, 
 While thorough the forest I rove. 
 
 5. 'We have had no sport for these fourteen long days, 
 
 Therefore now abroad will I go; 
 Now should I be beat, and cannot retreat, 20 
 
 My horn I will presently blow.' 
 
74 ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN 
 
 6. Then did he shake hands with his merrymen all, 
 
 And bid them at present good b'w'ye; 
 Then, as near a brook his journey he took, 
 A stranger he chanc'd to espy. 25 
 
 7. They happen'd to meet on a long narrow bridge, 
 
 And neither of them would give way; 
 Quoth bold Robin Hood, and sturdily stood, 
 Til show you right Nottingham play.' 
 
 8. With that from his quiver an arrow he drew, 30 
 
 A broad arrow with a goose- wing: 
 The stranger replied, ' I'll liquor thy hide, 
 If thou off erst to touch the string.' 
 
 9. Quoth bold Robin Hood, 'Thou dost prate like an ass, 
 
 For were I to bend but my bow, 35 
 
 I could send a dart quite thro' thy proud heart, 
 Before thou couldst strike me one blow.' 
 
 10. 'Thou talkst like a coward/ the stranger reply'd; 
 
 ' Well armed with a long bow you stand, 
 To shoot at my breast, while I, I protest, 40 
 
 Have nought but a staff in my hand/ 
 
 11. 'The name of a coward/ quoth Robin, 'I scorn, 
 
 Wherefore my long bow I'll lay by; 
 And now, for thy sake, a staff will I take, 
 
 The truth of thy manhood to try.' 45 
 
 12. Then Robin Hoodstep'd to a thicket of trees, 
 
 And chose him a staff of ground-oak; 
 Now this being done, away he did run 
 To the stranger, and merrily spoke: 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN 75 
 
 13. 'Lo! see my staff, it is lusty and tough, 50 
 
 Now here on the bridge we will play; 
 Whoever falls in, the other shall win 
 The battle, and so well away/ 
 
 14. ' With all my whole heart/ the stranger reply 'd; 
 
 ' I scorn in the least to give out;' 55 
 
 This said, they fell to 't without more dispute, 
 And their staffs they did flourish about. 
 
 15. And first Robin he gave the stranger a bang, 
 
 So hard that it made his bones ring; 
 The stranger he said, ' This must be repaid, 60 
 
 I'll give you as good as you bring. 
 
 16. c So long as I'm able to handle my staff, 
 
 To die in your debt, friend, I scorn.' 
 Then to it each goes, and follow'd their blows, 
 
 As if they had been threshing of corn. 65 
 
 17. The stranger gave Robin a crack on the crown, 
 
 Which caused the blood to appear; 
 Then Robin, enrag'd, more fiercely engag'd, 
 And follow'd his blows more severe. 
 
 18. So thick and so fast did he lay it on him, 70 
 
 With a passionate fury and ire, 
 At every stroke, he made him to smoke, 
 As if he had been all on fire. 
 
 19. O then into fury the stranger he grew, 
 
 And gave him a terrible look, 75 
 
 And with it a blow that laid him full low, 
 And tumbPd him into the brook. 
 
76 ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN 
 
 20. 'I prithee, good fellow, where art thou now?' 
 
 The stranger, in laughter, he cried; 
 Quoth bold Robin Hood, ' Good faith, in the flood, 80 
 And floating along with the tide. 
 
 21. 'I needs must acknowledge thou art a brave soul; 
 
 With thee I'll no longer contend; 
 For needs must I say, thou hast got the day, 
 Our battle shall be at an end.' 85 
 
 22. Then unto the bank he did presently wade, 
 
 And pull'd himself out by a thorn; 
 Which done, at the last, he blew a loud blast 
 Straightway on his fine bugle-horn. 
 
 23. The echo of which through the valley did fly, 90 
 
 At which his stout bowmen appear'd, 
 All clothed in green, most gay to be seen; 
 So up to their master they steer'd. 
 
 24. 'O what's the matter?' quoth William Stutely; 
 
 ' Good master, you are wet to the skin:' 95 
 
 'No matter/ quoth he; 'the lad which you see, 
 In fighting, hath tumbl'd me in. ' 
 
 25. 'He shall not go scot-free/ the others replied; 
 
 So straight they were seizing him there, 
 To duck him likewise; but Robin Hood cries, 100 
 
 'He is a stout fellow, forbear. 
 
 26. ' There's no one shall wrong thee, friend, be not afraid; 
 
 These bowmen upon me do wait; 
 There's threescore and nine; if thou wilt be mine, 
 Thou shalt have my livery straight. 105 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN 77 
 
 27. 'And other accouterments fit for a man; 
 
 Speak up, jolly blade, never fear; 
 111 teach you also the use of the bow, 
 To shoot at the fat fallow deer/ 
 
 28. 'O here is my hand,' the stranger replied, no 
 
 'I'll serve you with all my whole heart; 
 My name is John Little, a man of good mettle; 
 Ne'er doubt me, for I'll play my part.' 
 
 29. 'His name shall be alter'd,' quoth William Stutely, 
 
 'And I will his godfather be; 115 
 
 Prepare then a feast, and none of the least, 
 For we will be merry,' quoth he. 
 
 30. They presently fetch'd in a brace of fat does, 
 
 With humming strong liquor likewise; 
 They lov'd what was good; so, in the greenwood, 120 
 This pretty sweet babe they baptize. 
 
 31. He was, I must tell you, but seven foot high, 
 
 And, maybe, an ell in the waist; 
 A pretty sweet lad; much feasting they had; 
 
 Bold Robin the christening grac'd, 125 
 
 32. With all his bowmen, which stood in a ring, 
 
 And were of the Nottingham breed; 
 Brave Stutely comes then, with seven yeomen, 
 And did in this manner proceed: 
 
 ^. 'This infant was called John Little,' quoth he, 130 
 
 'Which name shall be changed anon; 
 The words we'll transpose, so wherever he goes, 
 His name shall be call'd Little John.' 
 
78 ROBIN HOOD AND THE GOLDEN ARROW 
 
 34. Then Robin he took the pretty sweet babe, 
 
 And cloth'd him from top to the toe 135 
 
 In garments of green, most gay to be seen, 
 And gave him a curious long bow. 
 
 35. 'Thou shalt be an archer as well as the best, 
 
 And range in the greenwood with us; 
 Where we'll not want gold nor silver, behold, 140 
 
 While bishops have ought in their purse. 
 
 36. 'We live here like squires, or lords of renown, 
 
 Without ere a foot of free land; 
 We feast on good cheer, with wine, ale and beer, 
 And ev'ry thing at our command.' 145 
 
 37. Then music and dancing did finish the day; 
 
 At length, when the sun waxed low, 
 Then all the whole train the grove did refrain, 
 And unto their caves they did go. 
 
 38. And so ever after, as long as he liv'd, 150 
 
 Although he was proper and tall, 
 Yet nevertheless, the truth to express, 
 Still Little John they did him call. 
 
 ROBIN HOOD AND THE GOLDEN ARROW 
 
 1. When as the sheriff of Nottingham 
 
 Was come, with mickle grief, 
 He talk'd no good of Robin Hood, 
 That strong and sturdy thief. 
 Fal lal dal de 
 
 2. So unto London-road he past, 
 
 His losses to unfold 
 To King Richard, who did regard 
 The tale that he had told. 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE GOLDEN ARROW 79 
 
 3. 'Why/ quoth the king, 'what shall I do? 10 
 
 Art thou not sheriff for me? 
 The law is in force, go take thy course 
 Of them that injure thee. 
 
 4. 'Go get thee gone, and by thyself 
 
 Devise some tricking game 15 
 
 For to enthral yon rebels all; 
 Go take thy course with them.' 
 
 5. So away the sheriff he return'd, 
 
 And by the way he thought 
 Of the words of the king, and how the thing 20 
 
 To pass might well be brought. 
 
 6. For within his mind he imagin'd 
 
 That when such matches were, 
 Those outlaws stout, without all doubt, 
 
 Would be the bowmen there. 25 
 
 7. So an arrow with a golden head 
 
 And shaft of silver white, 
 Who won the day should bear away 
 For his own proper right. 
 
 8. Tidings came to brave Robin Hood, 30 
 
 Under the greenwood tree: 
 1 Come prepare you then, my merrymen, 
 We'll go yon sport to see.' 
 
 9. With that step'd forth a brave young man, 
 
 David of Doncaster: 35 
 
 1 Master/ said he, 'be rul'd by me, 
 From the greenwood we'll not stir. 
 
So ROBIN HOOD AND THE GOLDEN ARROW 
 
 10. 'To tell the truth, I'm well inform'd 
 
 Yon match is a wile; 
 The sheriff, I-wiss, devises this 40 
 
 Us archers to beguile.' 
 
 11. 'O thou smells of a coward/ said Robin Hood, 
 
 'Thy words does not please me; 
 Come on't what will, I'll try my skill 
 At yon brave archery.' 45 
 
 12. O then bespoke brave Little John: 
 
 'Come, let us thither gang; 
 Come listen to me, how it shall be 
 That we need not be kend. 
 
 13. 'Our mantles, all of Lincoln green, 50 
 
 Behind us we will leave; 
 We'll dress us all so several 
 They shall not us perceive. 
 
 14. 'One shall wear white, another red, 
 
 One yellow, another blue; 55 
 
 Thus in disguise, to the exercise 
 We'll gang, whate'er ensue.' 
 
 15. Forth from the greenwood they are gone, 
 
 With hearts all firm and stout, 
 Resolving then with the sheriff's men 60 
 
 To have a hearty bout. 
 
 16. So themselves they mixed with the rest, 
 
 To prevent all suspicion; 
 For if they should together hold 
 
 They thought it no discretion. 65 1 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE GOLDEN ARROW 81 
 
 17. So the sheriff looking round about, 
 Amongst eight hundred men, 
 But could not see the sight that he 
 Had long expected then. 
 
 18. Some said, 'If Robin Hood was here, 70 
 
 And all his men to boot, 
 Sure none of them could pass these men, 
 So bravely they do shoot.' 
 
 19. 'Ay,' quoth the sheriff and scratched his head, 
 
 ' I thought he would have been here; 75 
 
 I thought he would, but, though he's bold, 
 He durst not now appear.' 
 
 20. O that word griev'd Robin Hood to the heart; 
 
 He vexed in his blood; 
 'Ere long/ thought he, 'thou shalt well see 80 
 
 That here was Robin Hood.' 
 
 21. Some cried, 'Blue jacket!' another cried, 'Brown!' 
 
 And the third cried, 'Brave yellow!' 
 But the fourth man said, 'Yon man in red 
 
 In this place has no fellow.' 85 
 
 22. For that was Robin Hood himself, 
 
 For he was cloth'd in red; 
 At every shot the prize he got, 
 For he was both sure and dead. 
 
 23. So the arrow with the golden head 90 
 
 And shaft of silver white 
 Brave Robin Hood won, and bore with him 
 For his own proper right. 
 
82 ROBIN HOOD AND THE GOLDEN ARROW 
 
 24. These outlaws there, that very day, 
 
 To shun all kind of doubt, 95 
 
 By three or four, no less no more, 
 As they went in came out. 
 
 25. Until they all assembPd were 
 
 Under the greenwood shade, 
 Where they report, in pleasant sport, 100 
 
 What brave pastime they made. 
 
 26. Says Robin Hood, 'All my care is, 
 
 How that yon sheriff may 
 Know certainly, that it was I 
 That bore his arrow away.' 105 
 
 27. Says Little John, 'My counsel good 
 
 Did take effect before, 
 So therefore now, if you'll allow, 
 I will advise once more.' 
 
 28. 'Speak on, speak on/ said Robin Hood, no 
 
 'Thy wit's both quick and sound; 
 I know no man amongst us can 
 For wit like thee be found.' 
 
 29. 'This I advise,' said Little John, 
 
 'That a letter shall be pen'd, 11 = 
 
 And when it is done, to Nottingham 
 You to the sheriff shall send.' 
 
 30. 'That is well advis'd,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 'But how must it be sent?' 
 'Pugh! when you please, it's done with ease, 120 
 Master, be you content. 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR 83 
 
 31. Til stick it on my arrow's head, 
 
 And shoot it into the town; 
 The mark shall show where it must go, 
 
 When ever it lights down.' 125 
 
 32. The project it was full perform'd; 
 
 The sheriff that letter had; 
 Which when he read, he scratch'd his head, 
 And rav'd like one that's mad. 
 
 ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR 
 
 1. In summer time, when leaves grow green, 
 
 And flowers are fresh and gay, 
 Robin Hood and his merrymen 
 Were dispos'd to play. 
 
 2. Then some would leap, and some would run, 5 
 
 And some would use artillery: 
 'Which of you can a good bow draw, 
 A good archer to be? 
 
 3. ' Which of you can kill a buck? 
 
 Or who can kill a doe? 10 
 
 Or who can kill a hart of grece, 
 Five hundred feet him fro?' 
 
 4. Will Scadlock he kill'd a buck, 
 
 And Midge he kill'd a doe, 
 And Little John kill'd a hart of grece, 15 
 
 Five hundred feet him fro'. 
 
 5. ' 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 find one could match with thee.' 20 
 
84 ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR 
 
 6. That caused Will Scadlock to laugh, 
 
 He laugh'd full heartily: 
 1 There lives a curtal friar in Fountains Abbey 
 Will beat both him and thee. 
 
 7. '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.' 
 
 8. Robin Hood took a solemn oath, 
 
 It was by Mary free, 
 That he would neither eat nor drink 
 Till the friar he did see. 
 
 9. Robin Hood put on his harness good, 
 
 And on his head a cap of steel, 
 Broadsword and buckler by his side, 
 And they became him weel. 
 
 10. 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. 
 
 11. And coming unto Fountains Dale, 
 
 No further would he ride; 
 There was he aware of a curtal friar, • 
 Walking by the waterside. 
 
 12. The friar had on a harness good, 45 1 
 
 And on his head a cap of steel, 
 Broadsword and buckler by his side, 
 And they became him weel. 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR 85 
 
 13. Robin Hood lighted off his horse, 
 
 And tied him to a thorn: 50 
 
 ' Carry me over the water, thou curtal friar, 
 Or else thy life's forlorn.' 
 
 14. The friar took Robin Hood on his back, 
 
 Deep water he did bestride, 
 And spake neither good word nor bad, 55 
 
 Till he came at the other side. 
 
 15. Lightly leap'd Robin Hood off the friar's back; 
 
 The friar said to him again, 
 1 Carry me over this water, fine fellow, 
 Or it shall breed thy pain/ 60 
 
 16. Robin Hood took the friar on's back, 
 
 Deep water he did bestride, 
 And spake neither good word nor bad, 
 Till he came to the other side. 
 
 17. Lightly leap'd the friar off Robin Hood's back; 65 
 
 Robin Hood said to him again, 
 1 Carry me over the water, thou curtal friar, 
 Or it shall breed thy pain.' 
 
 18. The friar took Robin Hood on's back again, 
 
 And step'd up to the knee; 70 
 
 Till he came at the middle of the stream, 
 Neither good nor bad spake he. 
 
 19. And coming to the middle stream, 
 
 There he threw Robin in: 
 ' And choose thee, choose thee, fine fellow, 75 
 
 Whether thou wilt sink or swim.' 
 
86 ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR 
 
 20. 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. 80 
 
 21. One of his best arrows under his belt 
 
 To the friar he let fly; 
 The curtal friar, with his steel buckler, 
 He put that arrow by. 
 
 22. ' Shoot on, shoot on, thou fine fellow, 85 
 
 Shoot on as thou hast begun; 
 If thou shoot here a summer's day, 
 Thy mark I will not shun.' 
 
 23. Robin Hood shot passing well, 
 
 Till his arrows were all gone; 90 
 
 They took their swords and steel bucklers, 
 And fought with might and main. 
 
 24. From ten o' th' clock that day 
 
 Till four i' th' afternoon, 
 Then Robin Hood came to his knees, 95 
 
 Of the friar to beg a boon. 
 
 25. '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.' 100 
 
 26. 'That will I do/ said the curtal friar, 
 
 'Of thy blasts I have no doubt; 
 I hope thou'lt blow so passing well 
 Till both thy eyes fall out.' 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR 87 
 
 27. Robin Hood set his horn to his mouth, 105 
 
 He blew but blasts three; 
 Half a hundred yeomen, with bows bent, 
 Came raking over the lee. 
 
 28. ' Whose men are these/ said the friar, 
 
 ' That come so hastily? ' no 
 
 1 These men are mine/ said Robin Hood; 
 ' Friar, what is that to thee? ' 
 
 29. 'A boon, a boon/ said the curtal friar, 
 
 'The like I gave to thee; 
 Give me leave to set my fist to my mouth, 115 
 And to whute whutes three.' 
 
 30. 'That will I do/ said Robin Hood, 
 
 'Or else I were to blame; 
 Three whutes on a friar's fist 
 Would make me glad and fain.' 120 
 
 31. The friar he set his fist to his mouth, 
 
 And whuted whutes three; 
 Half a hundred good bandogs 
 Came running the friar unto. 
 
 32. ' Here's for every man of thine a dog, 125 
 
 And I myself for thee.' 
 1 Nay, by my faith/ quoth Robin Hood, 
 * Friar, that may not be.' 
 
 33. Two dogs at once to Robin Hood did go, 
 
 The one behind, the other before; 130 
 
 Robin Hood's mantle of Lincoln green 
 Off from his back they tore. 
 
88 ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR 
 
 34. And whether his men shot east or west, 
 
 Or they shot north or south, 
 The curtal dogs, so taught they were, 135 
 
 They kept their arrows in their mouth. 
 
 35. 'Take up thy dogs,' said Little John, 
 
 ' Friar, at my bidding be/ 
 'Whose man art thou/ said the curtal friar, 
 1 Comes here to prate to me? ' 140 
 
 36. 'I am Little John, Robin Hood's man, 
 
 Friar, I will not lie; 
 If thou take not up thy dogs soon, 
 I'll take up them and thee.' 
 
 37. Little John had a bow in his hand, 145 
 
 He shot with might and main; 
 Soon half a score of the friar's dogs 
 Lay dead upon the plain. 
 
 38. 'Hold thy hand, good fellow,' said the curtal friar, 
 
 'Thy master and I will agree; 150 
 
 And we will have new orders taken, 
 With all the haste that may be.' 
 
 39. 'If thou wilt forsake fair Fountains Dale, 
 
 And Fountains Abbey free, 
 Every Sunday throughout the year, 155 
 
 A noble shall be thy fee. 
 
 40. 'And every holy day throughout the year, 
 
 Changed shall thy garment be, 
 If thou wilt go to fair Nottingham, 
 
 And there remain with me.' 160 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND ALLIN A DALE 89 
 
 41. This curtal friar had kept Fountains Dale 
 Seven long years or more; 
 There was neither knight, lord, nor earl 
 Could make him yield before. 
 
 ROBIN HOOD AND ALLIN A DALE 
 
 1. 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 
 That lived in Nottinghamshire. 5 
 
 2. As Robin Hood in the forest stood, 
 
 All under the greenwood tree, 
 There was he 'ware of a brave young man, 
 As fine as fine might be. 
 
 3. The youngster was clothed in scarlet red, 10 
 
 In scarlet fine and gay, 
 And he did frisk it over the plain, 
 And chanted a roundelay. 
 
 4. As Robin Hood next morning stood, 
 
 Amongst the leaves so gay, 15 
 
 There did he espy the same young man 
 Come drooping along the way. 
 
 5. The scarlet he wore the day before, 
 
 It was clean cast away; 
 And every step he fetch'd a sigh, 20 
 
 'Alack and a-well-a-day!' 
 
 6. Then stepped forth brave Little John, 
 
 And Nick the miller's son, 
 Which made the young man bend his bow, 
 
 When as he see them come, 25 
 
90 ROBIN HOOD AND ALLIN A DALE 
 
 7. 'Stand off, stand off,' the young man said, 
 
 ' What is your will with me? ' 
 ' You must come before our master straight, 
 Under yon greenwood tree.' 
 
 8. And when he came bold Robin before, 30 
 
 Robin ask'd him courteously, 
 
 'O hast thou any money to spare 
 
 For my merrymen and me? ' 
 
 9. 'I have no money/ the young man said, 
 
 'But five shillings and a ring; 35 
 
 And that I have kept this seven long years, 
 To have it at my wedding. 
 
 10. 'Yesterday I should have married a maid, 
 
 But she is now from me ta'en, 
 And chosen to be an old knight's delight, 40 
 
 Whereby my poor heart is slain/ 
 
 11. 'What is thy 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 Allin a Dale.' 45 
 
 12. 'What wilt thou give me,' said Robin Hood, 
 
 ' In ready gold or fee, 
 To help thee to thy truelove again, 
 And deliver her unto thee? ' 
 
 13. 'I have no money,' then quoth the young man, 50 
 
 'No ready gold nor fee, 
 But I will swear upon a book 
 Thy true servant for to be.' 
 
ROBIN HOOD AND ALLIN A DALE 91 
 
 14. 'How many miles is it to thy truelove? 
 
 Gome tell me without any guile:' 55 
 
 'By the faith of my body/ then said the young man, 
 'It is but five little mile.' 
 
 15. Then Robin he hasted over the plain, 
 
 He did neither stint nor lin, 
 Until he came unto the church 60 
 
 Where Allin should keep his wedding. 
 
 16. '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 countree.' 65 
 
 17. 'O welcome, O welcome/ the bishop he said, 
 
 'That music best please th me;' 
 'You shall have no music/ quoth Robin Hood, 
 'Till the bride and the bridegroom I see.' 
 
 18. With that came in a wealthy knight, 70 
 
 Which was both grave and old, 
 And after him a finikin lass, 
 Did shine like glistering gold. 
 
 19. 'This is no fit match/ quoth bold Robin Hood, 
 
 'That you do seem to make here; 75 
 
 For since we are come unto the church, 
 The bride she shall choose her own dear.' 
 
 20. Then Robin Hood put his horn to his mouth, 
 
 And blew blasts two or three; 
 When four and twenty bowmen bold 80 
 
 Came leaping over the lee. 
 
92 ROBIN HOOD AND ALLIN A DALE 
 
 21. And when they came into the churchyard, 
 
 Marching all on a row, 
 The first man was Allin a Dale, 
 
 To give bold Robin his bow. 85 
 
 22. 'This is thy truelove,' Robin he said, 
 
 ' Young Allin, as I hear say; 
 And you shall be married, at this same time, 
 Before we depart away.' 
 
 23. 'That shall not be/ the bishop he said, 90 
 
 'For thy word shall not stand; 
 They shall be three times ask'd in the church, 
 As the law is of our land.' 
 
 24. Robin Hood pulPd off the bishop's coat, 
 
 And put it upon Little John; 95 
 
 'By the faith of my body/ then Robin said, 
 'This cloth doth make thee a man.' 
 
 25. When Little John went into the quire, 
 
 The people began for to laugh; 
 He ask'd them seven times in the church, 100 
 
 Lest three times should not be enough. 
 
 26. 'Who gives me this maid?' then said Little John; 
 
 Quoth Robin, 'That do I, 
 And he that doth take her from Allin a Dale 
 
 Full dearly he shall her buy.' 105 
 
 27. And thus having ended this merry wedding, 
 
 The bride look'd as fresh as a queen, 
 And so they return 'd to the merry greenwood, 
 Amongst the leaves so green. 
 
ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH AND BURIAL 93 
 
 ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH AND BURIAL 
 
 1. When Robin Hood and Little John 
 
 Down a down a down a down 
 Went o'er yon bank of broom, 
 
 Said Robin Hood bold to Little John, 
 ' We have shot for many a pound. 5 
 
 Hey down a down a down a down 
 
 2. 'But I 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.' 10 
 
 3. Now Robin he is to fair Kirkly gone, 
 
 As fast as he can win; 
 But before he came there, as we do hear, 
 He was taken very ill. 
 
 4. And when he came to fair Kirkly-hall, 15 
 
 He knocked all at the ring, 
 But none was so ready as his cousin herself 
 For to let bold Robin in. 
 
 5. 'Will you please to sit down, cousin Robin/ she said, 
 
 'And drink some beer with me?' 20 
 
 ' No, I will neither eat nor drink, 
 Till I am blooded by thee/ 
 
 6. 'Well, I have k room, cousin Robin/ she said, 
 
 'Which you did never see, 
 And if you please to walk therein, 25 
 
 You blooded by me shall be/ 
 
 7. She took him by the lily-white hand, 
 
 And led him to a private room, 
 And there she blooded bold Robin Hood, 
 
 While one drop of blood would run down. 30 
 
94 ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH AND BURIAL 
 
 8. She blooded him in a vein of the arm, 
 
 And lock'd him up in the room; 
 Then did he bleed all the livelong day, 
 Until the next day at noon. 
 
 9. He then bethought him of a casement there, 35 
 
 Thinking for to get down; 
 But he was so weak he could not leap, 
 He could not get him down. 
 
 10. He then bethought him of his bugle horn, 
 
 Which hung low down to his knee; 40 
 
 He set his horn unto his mouth, 
 And blew out weak blasts three. 
 
 11. Then Little John, when hearing him, 
 
 As he sat under a tree, 
 'I fear my master is now near dead, 45 
 
 He blows so wearily/ 
 
 12. Then Little John to fair Kirkly is gone, 
 
 As fast as he can dree; 
 But when he came to Kirkly-hall, 
 He broke locks two or three: 50 
 
 13. 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/ 
 
 14. 'What is that boon,' said Robin Hood, 55 
 
 ' Little John, thou begs of me?' 
 'It is to burn fair Kirkly-hall, 
 And all their nunnery. ' 
 
ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH AND BURIAL 95 
 
 15. 'Now nay, now nay/ quoth Robin Hood, 
 
 'That boon I'll not grant thee; 60 
 
 I never hurt woman in all my life, 
 Nor men in woman's company. 
 
 16. 'I never hurt fair maid in all my time, 
 
 Nor at mine end shall it be; 
 But give me my bent bow in my hand, 65 
 
 And a broad arrow I'll let flee 
 And where this arrow is taken up, 
 
 There let my grave digged be. 
 
 17. 'Lay me a green sod under my head, 
 
 And another at my feet; 70 
 
 And lay my bent bow by my side, 
 
 Which was my music sweet; 
 And make my grave of gravel and green, 
 
 Which is most right and meet. 
 
 18. 'Let have length and breadth enough, 75 
 
 With a green sod under my head; 
 That they may say, when I am dead, 
 Here lies bold Robin Hood.' 
 
 19. These words they readily granted him, 
 
 Which did bold Robin please: 80 
 
 And there they buried bold Robin Hood, 
 Within the fair Kirkleys. 
 
THE BORDER BALLADS 
 
 Border Feuds. — Another favorite theme of the ballad singers 
 was the story of the long centuries of struggle between the Eng- 
 lish and the Scotch. The frontier between the two countries 
 was the scene of more than a score of recorded battles and of 
 uncounted petty skirmishes, and from these there sprang a series 
 of ballads, partly historical, partly imaginative, but wholly 
 sturdy and valiant. 
 
 The boundary line between the two countries was shifted 
 several times, and the disputed territory — parts of Berwickshire, 
 Northumberland, Roxburgh and Cumberland — subject now to 
 the rule of the Scotch and now to that of the English, became at 
 last an almost lawless district. Even in the intervals when 
 there was no outwardly declared war between the two nations, 
 fighting did not cease entirely on the Border. The great barons 
 on either side had personal injuries, real or imaginary, to be 
 avenged, and the Scots raided the English territory and the 
 English made incursions upon the Scotch. For three hundred 
 years the struggle lasted, blazing up fiercely at times, and again 
 dying down almost to extinction. It was not until the union of 
 the two kingdoms under James Stuart (1603) that the last 
 vestiges of the trouble were crushed and order was permanently 
 established. 
 
 The Law of the Border. — Yet it must not be imagined that 
 the kings of the two countries made no efforts to curb their own 
 subjects and to check the invasions. English laws were made to 
 regulate the English Border, Scotch laws to control the proud 
 Scottish chieftains. The Border was marked off into East, 
 Middle and West Marches, 1 and wardens, or keepers, appointed 
 on either side to enforce the laws and to keep order. But though 
 
 1 Pronounced marshes. 
 96 
 
THE BORDER BALLADS 97 
 
 Border raids might be forbidden by parliaments sitting in Edin- 
 burgh and London, in Roxburgh and Northumberland they 
 were held proper and necessary. Cattle-driving might be called 
 theft by people who had never tried it, but the Marchmen con- 
 sidered it good sport for a moonlight night and the easiest way 
 of replenishing an empty larder. The laws of both nations gave 
 to the victim of a robbery the right to pursue the marauders 
 into their own country for the purpose of recovering stolen prop- 
 erty. If a loser made use of this right, the result was naturally 
 a skirmish. If he let vengeance go from his own hands and re- 
 ported his loss to the warden, it was never from any desire to 
 sit idly by while justice took its course, but rather with the hope 
 that he would thereby get into a keener fight. The warden 
 would demand redress for him, and the offenders would not 
 reply. Then the warden would gather together a party of men, 
 with the complainant in the honored position of chief lieutenant, 
 and there would follow a " warden-raid," led by the warden 
 himself, to retaliate on the offending district. What would have 
 taken place in a small way in the absence of the king's officer 
 was only advanced to greater dignity and importance by his 
 being called upon. 
 
 Border Life. — These Border clans felt no shame over their 
 exploits; they gloried in them. Hospitality was one of their 
 strong traits, and at a feast in a Border castle the story of the 
 latest raid would be told and any particular deed of daring that 
 had accompanied it rehearsed. They were as quick to applaud 
 courage in a foe as in one of their own number. Physical bravery, 
 truthfulness, and fidelity to a clansman were the greatest of 
 virtues in their eyes; these were the ideals they taught their 
 children; these the themes around which they wove their ballads. 
 Cowardice they despised, and for inefficiency they had only 
 contempt. They knew nothing of culture, or even of comfort, 
 but lived, the poorer of them, in rude stone huts, the richer in 
 larger, but equally cheerless towers or peels, where thick walls 
 and narrow window- slits made the vaulted rooms cold and dark. 
 English or Scotch, a landowner received no rent from his tenants. 
 
98 K1NM0NT WILLIE 
 
 He could call upon them for aid and they were bound to obey 
 his call, but in actual fact he was often no richer than they, and 
 the plunder brought home from a sally was as welcome at the 
 peel as in the humblest cottage. No one tilled the land, for a 
 field of ripened grain was only an invitation to the enemy's 
 torch. Cattle formed the chief item of wealth, and cattle, as 
 may readily be seen, were an easy prey. Bodily strength, his 
 own and his clansmen's, was a Marchman's sole reliance; un- 
 ceasing watchfulness was the price of his security. 
 
 Ballads of the Border. — The Border ballads reflect the 
 life and ideals of a time and a people long passed away, but they 
 rank among the finest specimens of ballad literature in the 
 language. They were not written about these hardy clansmen 
 but by them, and every ballad breathes the firm belief of the 
 Border people in themselves. The Battle of Otterburn, Professor 
 Child tells us, has been modernized from a ballad current as 
 early as 1400, and The Huntis of Chevet, popularly Chevy Chase, 
 was called a "song of antiquity" in 1549. The historian may 
 quarrel with Chevy Chase because one or two details are inac- 
 curate, but from a literary standpoint it is typical of all that 
 is best in a ballad. This old song, to quote Addispn, "cannot 
 fail to please all such readers as are not unqualified for the en- 
 tertainment by their affectation or ignorance." 
 
 KINMONT WILLIE 
 
 1. O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde? 
 
 O have ye na heard o' the keen Lord Scroop? 
 How they hae ta'en bauld Kinmont Willie, 
 On Haribee to hang him up? 
 
 2. Had Willie had but twenty men, 
 
 But twenty men as stout as he, 
 Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont ta'en, 
 Wi' eight score men in his companie. 
 
KINMONT WILLIE 99 
 
 3. They bound his legs beneath his steed, 
 
 They tied his hands behind his back; 10 
 
 They guarded him, fivesome on each side; 
 And they brought him over the Liddel-rack. 
 
 4. They led him through the Liddel-rack, 
 
 And also through the Carlisle sands; 
 They brought him to Carlisle castle, 15 
 
 To be at my Lord Scroop's commands. 
 
 5. 'My hands are tied, but my tongue is free, 
 
 And wha will dare this deed avow? 
 Or answer by the Border law? 
 
 Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch? ' 20 
 
 6. 'Now haud thy tongue, thou rank reiver! 
 
 There's never a Scot shall set ye free;- 
 Before ye cross my castle-gate, 
 
 I trow ye shall take farewell o' me.' 
 
 7. 'Fear na ye that, my lord,' quo' Willie; 25 
 
 'By the faith o' my body, Lord Scroop/ he said, 
 'I never yet lodg'd in a hostelrie 
 But I paid my lawing before I gaed.' 
 
 8. Now word is gane to the bauld Keeper, 
 
 In Branksome Ha' where that he lay, 30 
 
 That Lord Scroop has ta'en the Kinmont Willie, 
 Between the hours of night and day. 
 
 9. He has ta'en the table wi' his hand, 
 
 He gard the red wine spring on hie; 
 'Now Christ's curse on my head,' he said, 35 
 
 'But avenged of Lord Scroop I'll be! 
 
ioo KINMONT WILLIE 
 
 10. '0 is my basnet a widow's curch? 
 
 Or my lance a wand of the willow-tree, 
 Or my arm a lady's lily hand, 
 
 That an English lord should lightly me? 40 
 
 11. '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? 
 
 12. 'And have they e'en ta'en him, Kinmont Willie, 45 
 
 Withouten either dread or fear, 
 And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch 
 Can back a steed, or shake a spear? 
 
 13. 'O were there war between the lands, 
 
 As well I wot that there is none, 50 
 
 I would slight Carlisle castle high, 
 Tho' it were builded of marble stone. 
 
 14. 'I would set that castle in a low, 
 
 And sloken it with English blood; 
 There's never a man in Cumberland 55 
 
 Should ken where Carlisle castle stood. 
 
 15. '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! ' 60 
 
 16. 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 same. 
 
KIN MONT WILLIE 101 
 
 17. He has calPd him forty marchmen bauld, 65 
 
 Were kinsmen to the bauld Buccleuch, 
 
 With spur on heel, and splent on spauld, 
 
 And gloves of green, and feathers blue. 
 
 18. There were five and five before them a', 
 
 Wi' hunting-horns and bugles bright; 70 
 
 And five and five came wi' Buccleuch, 
 Like Warden's men, arrayed for fight. 
 
 19. And five and five like a mason gang, 
 
 That carried the ladders lang and hie; 
 And five and five like broken men; 75 
 
 And so they reached the Woodhouse-lee. 
 
 20. And as we crossed the 'Bateable Land, 
 
 When to the English side we held, 
 The first o' men that we met wi', 
 
 Wha' should it be but fause Sakelde? 80 
 
 21. ' Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?' 
 
 Quo' fause Sakelde; 'come tell to me!' 
 ' We go to hunt an English stag, 
 Has trespassed on the Scots countrie.' 
 
 22. ' Where be ye gaun, ye marshal-men?' 85 
 
 Quo' fause Sakelde; 'come tell me true!' 
 1 We go to catch a rank reiver, 
 Has broken faith wi' the bauld Buccleuch.' 
 
 23. ' Where are ye gaun, ye mason-lads, 
 
 Wi' a' your ladders lang and hie? ' 90 
 
 'We gang to harry a corby's nest, 
 That wons not far frae Woodhouselee.' 
 
102 KINMONT WILLIE 
 
 24. t Where be ye gaun, ye broken men? ' 
 
 Quo' fause Sakelde; 'come tell to me!' 
 Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band, 95 
 
 And the never a word o' lear had he. 
 
 25. ' Why trespass ye on the English side? 
 
 Raw-footed outlaws, stand!' quo' he; 
 The ne'er a word had Dickie to say, 
 
 Sae he thrust the lance thro his fause bodie. 100 
 
 26. Then on we held for Carlisle town, 
 
 And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we crossed; 
 The water was great, and mickle of spait, 
 But the never a horse nor man we lost. 
 
 27. And when we reached the Staneshaw-bank, 105 
 
 The wind was rising loud and hie; 
 And there the laird gard leave our steeds, 
 For fear that they should stamp and neigh. 
 
 28. And w T hen we left the Staneshaw-bank, 
 
 The wind began full loud to blaw; no 
 
 But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet, 
 When we came beneath the castle- wa'. 
 
 29. We crept on knees, and held our breath, 
 
 Till we plac'd the ladders against the wa'; 
 And sae ready was Buccleuch himsel' 115 
 
 To mount the first before us a'. 
 
 30. He has ta'en the watchman by the throat, 
 
 He flung him down upon the lead: 
 1 Had there not been peace between our lands, 
 
 Upon the other side thou hast gaed. 120 . 
 
KIN MONT WILLIE 103 
 
 31. 'Now sound out, trumpets!' quo' Buccleuch; 
 'Let's waken Lord Scroop right merrilie!' 
 Then loud the Warden's trumpets blew 
 1 O wha dare meddle wi' me? ' 
 
 2,2. Then speedilie to wark we gaed, 125 
 
 And rais'd the slogan ane and a', 
 And cut a hole thro' a sheet of lead, 
 And so we wan to the castle-ha'. 
 
 33. They thought King James and a' his men 
 
 Had won the house wi' bow and spear; 130 
 
 It was but twenty Scots and ten 
 That put a thousand in sic a stear! 
 
 34. Wi' coulters and wi' forehammers, 
 
 We gard the bars bang merrilie, 
 Until we came to the inner prison, 135 
 
 Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie. 
 
 35. 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? ' 14c 
 
 36. '0 1 sleep saft, and I wake aft, 
 
 It's lang since sleeping was fleyd frae me; 
 Gi'e my service back to my wife and bairns, 
 And a' gude fellows that speir for me.' 
 
 37. Then Red Rowan has hent him up, 145 
 
 The starkest man in Teviotdale: 
 c Abide, abide now, Red Rowan, 
 Till of my Lord Scroop I take farew T ell, 
 
104 KINMONT WILLIE 
 
 38. 'Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroop! 
 
 My gude Lord Scroop, farewell!' he cried; 150 
 ' I'll pay you for my lodging-maill 
 
 When first we meet on the Border-side.' 
 
 39. Then shoulder high, with shout and cry, 
 
 We bore him down the ladder lang; 
 At every stride Red Rowan made, 155 
 
 I wot the Kinmont's irons play'd clang. 
 
 40. '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. 160 
 
 41. ' And mony a time,' quo' Kinmont Willie, 
 
 'I've pricked a horse out o'er the furs; 
 But since the day I back'd a steed 
 I never wore sic cumbrous spurs.' 
 
 42. We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank, 165 
 
 When a' the Carlisle bells were rung, 
 And a thousand men, in horse and foot, 
 Cam' wi' the keen Lord Scroop along. 
 
 43. Buccleuch has turned to Eden Water, 
 
 Even where it flow'd frae bank to brim, 170 
 
 And he has plung'd in wi' a' his band, 
 And safely swam them thro' the stream. 
 
 44. He turn'd him on the other side, 
 
 And at Lord Scroop his glove flung he: 
 'If ye like na my visit in merry England, 175 
 
 In fair Scotland come visit me!' 
 
JOHNNY ARMSTRONG'S LAST GOOD-NIGHT 105 
 
 45. All sore astonish'd stood Lord Scroop, 
 
 He stood as still as a rock of stane; 
 He scarcely dared to true his eyes 
 
 When through the water they had gane. 180 
 
 46. 'He is either himser a devil frae hell, 
 
 Or else his mother a witch maun be; 
 I wad na have ridden that wan water 
 For a' the goud in Christiantie.' 
 
 JOHNNY ARMSTRONG'S LAST GOOD-NIGHT 
 
 1. Is there never a man in all Scotland, 
 
 From the highest state to the lowest degree, 
 That can show himself now before the king? 
 Scotland is so full of their traitery. 
 
 2. Yes, there is a man in Westmoreland, 5 
 
 And John Armstrong some do him call; 
 He has no lands nor rents coming in, 
 Yet he keeps eightscore men within his hall. 
 
 3. He has horse and harness for them all, 
 
 And goodly steeds that be milk-white, 10 
 
 With their goodly belts about their necks, 
 With hats and feathers all alike. 
 
 4. The king he writ a lovely letter, 
 
 With his own hand so tenderly, 
 And has sent it unto John Armstrong 15 
 
 To come and speak with him speedily. 
 
 5. When John he looked the letter upon, 
 
 Then he was as blithe as a bird in a tree: 
 6 1 was never before a king in my life, 
 My father, my grandfather, nor none of us three. 20 
 
106 JOHNNY ARMSTRONG'S LAST GOOD-NIGHT 
 
 6. 'But seeing we must go before the king, 
 Lord! we will go most valiantly; 
 You shall every one have a velvet coat, 
 Laid down with golden laces three. 
 
 7. ' And you shall every one have a scarlet cloak, 25 
 
 Laid down with silver laces five, 
 With your golden belts about your necks, 
 With hats and brave feathers all alike.' 
 
 8. But when he went from Guiltknock Hall, 
 
 The wind it blew hard, and full sore it did rain: 30 
 
 'Now fare you well, brave Guiltknock Hall! 
 I fear I shall never see thee again.' 
 
 9. Now John he is to Edinborough gone, 
 
 And his eightscore men so gallantly, 
 And every one of them on a milk-white steed, 35 
 
 With their bucklers and swords hanging down to the knee. 
 
 10. But when John he came the king before, 
 
 With his eightscore men so gallant to see, 
 The king he mov'd his bonnet to him; 
 
 He thought he had been a king as well as he. 40 
 
 n. 'O pardon, pardon, my sovereign liege, 
 Pardon for rriy eightscore men and me! 
 For my name it is John Armstrong, 
 And a subject of yours, my liege,' said he. 
 
 12. 'Away with thee, thou false traitor! 45 
 
 No pardon I will grant to thee, 
 But to-morrow before eight of the clock 
 I will hang thy eightscore men and thee.' 
 
JOHNNY ARMSTRONG'S LAST GOOD-NIGHT 107 
 
 13. O how John look'd over his left shoulder! 
 
 And to his merrymen thus said he: 50 
 
 1 1 have asked grace of a graceless face, 
 No pardon here is for you nor me.' 
 
 14. Then John pull'd out a nut-brown sword, 
 
 And it was made of metal so free; 
 Had not the king moved his foot as he did, 55 
 
 John had taken his head from his body. 
 
 15. Tome, follow me, my merrymen all, 
 
 We will scorn one foot away to fly; 
 It never shall be said we were hung like dogs; 
 No, we'll fight it out most manfully.' 60 
 
 16. Then they fought on like champions bold — 
 
 For their hearts were sturdy, stout, and free — 
 Till they had killed all the king's good guard; 
 There was none left alive but only three. 
 
 17. But then rose up all Edinborough, 65 
 
 They rose up by thousands three; 
 Then a cowardly Scot came John behind, 
 And run him thorough the fair body. 
 
 18. Said John, Tight on, my merrymen all, 
 
 I am a little hurt, but I am not slain; 70 
 
 I will lay me down for to bleed a while, 
 Then I'll rise and fight with you again.' 
 
 19. Then they fought on like madmen all, 
 
 Till many a man lay dead on the plain; 
 For they were resolv'd, before they would yield, 75 
 That every man would there be slain. 
 
ioS BEWICK AND GRAHAME 
 
 20. So there they fought courageously, 
 
 Till most of them lay dead there and slain, 
 But little Musgrave, that was his foot-page, 
 
 With his bonny grissel got away unta'en. 80 
 
 21. But when he came up to Guiltknock Hall, 
 
 The lady spied him presently: 
 ' What news, what news, thou little foot-page? 
 What news from thy master and his company? ' 
 
 22. 'My news is bad, lady/ he said, 85 
 
 'Which I do bring, as you may see; 
 My master, John Armstrong, he is slain, 
 And all his gallant company.' 
 
 23. ' Yet thou art welcome home, my bonny grissel! 
 
 Full oft thou hast fed at the corn and hay, 90 
 
 But now thou shalt be fed with bread and wine, 
 And thy sides shall be spurred no more, I say/ 
 
 24. O then bespoke his little son, 
 
 As he was set on his nurse's knee: 
 ' If ever I live for to be a man, 95 
 
 My father's blood revenged shall be.' 
 
 BEWICK AND GRAHAME 
 
 1. Old Grahame he is to Carlisle gone, 
 
 Where Sir Robert Bewick there met he; 
 In arms to the wine they are gone, 
 And drank till they were both merry. 
 
 2. Old Grahame he took up the cup, 5 
 
 And said, 'Brother Bewick, here's to thee; 
 And here's to our two sons at home, 
 For they live best in our country.' 
 
BEWICK AND GRAHAME 109 
 
 3. 'Nay, were thy son as good as mine, 
 
 And of some books he could but read, 10 
 
 With sword and buckler by his side, 
 To see how he could save his head, 
 
 4. 'They might have been call'd two bold brethren 
 
 Wherever they did go or ride; 
 They might have been call'd two bold brethren, 15 
 They might have crack'd the Borderside. 
 
 5. 'Thy son is bad, and is but a lad, 
 
 And bully to my son cannot be; 
 For my son Bewick can both write and read, 
 And sure I am that cannot he.' 20 
 
 6. 'I put him to school, but he would not learn, 
 
 I bought him books, but he would not read; 
 But my blessing he's never have 
 Till I see how his hand can save his head.' 
 
 7. Old Grahame call'd for an account, 25 
 
 And he ask'd what was for to pay; 
 There he paid a crown, so it went around, 
 Which was all for good wine and hay. 
 
 8. Old Grahame is into the stable gone, 
 
 Where stood thirty good steeds and three; 30 
 
 He's taken his own steed by the head, 
 And home rode he right wantonly. 
 
 9. When he came home, there did he espy, 
 
 A loving sight to spy or see, 
 There did he espy his own three sons, 35 
 
 Young Christy Grahame, the foremost was he. 
 
no BEWICK AND GRAHAME 
 
 10. There did he espy his own three sons, 
 
 Young Christy Grahame, the foremost was he: 
 ' Where have you been all day, father, 
 That no counsel you would take by me? ' 40 
 
 n. 'Nay, I have been in Carlisle town, 
 
 Where Sir Robert Bewick there met me; 
 He said thou was bad, and calPd thee a lad, 
 And a baffled man by thou I be. 
 
 12. 'He said thou was bad, and calPd thee a lad, 45 
 
 And bully to his son cannot be; 
 For his son Bewick can both write and read, 
 And sure I am that cannot thee. 
 
 13. 'I put thee to school, but thou would not learn, 
 
 I bought thee books, but thou would not read; 50 
 But my blessing thou's never have 
 Till I see with Bewick thou can save thy head.' 
 
 14. 'Oh, pray forbear, my father dear; 
 
 That ever such a thing should be! 
 Shall I venture my body in field to fight 55 
 
 With a man that's faith and troth to me? ' 
 
 15. 'What's that thou say'st, thou limmer loon? 
 
 Or how dare thou stand to speak to me? 
 If thou do not end this quarrel soon, 
 Here is my glove — thou shalt fight me.' 60 
 
 16. Christy stooped low unto the ground, 
 
 Unto the ground, as you'll understand: 
 'O father, put on your glove again, 
 The wind hath blown it from your hand.' 
 
BEWICK AND GRAHAM E in 
 
 17. ' What's that thou say'st, thou limmer loon? 65 
 
 Or how dare thou stand to speak to me? 
 If thou do not end this quarrel soon, 
 Here is my hand — thou shalt fight me.' 
 
 18. Christy Grahame is to his chamber gone, 
 
 And for to study, as well might be, 70 
 
 Whether to fight with his father dear, 
 Or with his bully Bewick he. 
 
 19. 'If it be my fortune my bully to kill, 
 
 As you shall boldly understand, 
 In every town that I ride through, 75 
 
 They'll say, " There rides a brotherless man!" 
 
 20. ' Nay, for to kill my bully dear, 
 
 I think it will be a deadly sin; 
 And for to kill my father dear, 
 
 The blessing of heaven I ne'er shall win. 80 
 
 21. '0 give me your blessing, father/ he said, 
 
 'And pray well for me to thrive; 
 If it be my fortune my bully to kill, 
 I swear I'll ne'er come home alive. ' 
 
 22. He put on his back a good plate-jack, 85 
 
 And on his head a cap of steel, 
 With sword and buckler by his side; 
 
 gin he did not become them well ! 
 
 23. 'O fare thee well, my father dear! 
 
 And fare thee well, thou Carlisle town! 90 
 
 If it be my fortune my bully to kill, 
 
 1 swear I'll never eat bread again.' 
 
112 BEWICK AND GRAHAME 
 
 24. Now we'll leave talking of Christy Grahame, 
 
 And talk of him again belive; 
 But we will talk of bonny Bewick, 95 
 
 Where he was teaching his scholars five. 
 
 25. Now when he had learn'd them well to fence, 
 
 To handle their swords without any doubt, 
 He's taken his own sword under his arm, 
 
 And walk'd his father's close about. 100 
 
 26. He look'd between him and the sun, 
 
 To see what farleys he could see; 
 There he spy'd a man with armor on, 
 As he came riding over the lee. 
 
 27. 'I wonder much what man yon be 105 
 
 That so boldly this way does come; 
 I think it is my nighest friend, 
 I think it is my bully Grahame. 
 
 28. 'O welcome, O welcome, bully Grahame! 
 
 O man, thou art my dear, welcome! no 
 
 man, thou art my dear, welcome! 
 For I love thee best in Christendom.' 
 
 29. 'Away, away, O bully Bewick, 
 
 And of thy bullyship let me be! 
 The day is come I never thought on; 115 
 
 Bully, I'm come here to fight with thee.' 
 
 30. ( Ono! not so, O bully Grahame! 
 
 That e'er such a word should spoken be! 
 
 1 was thy master, thou was my scholar, 
 
 So well as I have learned thee.' 120 
 
BEWICK AND GRAHAME 113 
 
 31. 'My father he was in Carlisle town, 
 
 Where thy father Bewick there met he; 
 He said I was bad, and he calPd me a lad, 
 And a baffled man by thou I be.' 
 
 32. 'Away, away, O bully Grahame, 125 
 
 And of all that talk, man, let us be! 
 We'll take three men of either side, 
 To see if we can our fathers agree.' 
 
 7,7,. 'Away, away, O bully Bewick, 
 
 And of thy bullyship let me be! 130 
 
 But if thou be a man, as I trow thou art, 
 Come over this ditch and fight with me.' 
 
 34. 'O no! not so, my bully Grahame! 
 
 That e'er such a word should spoken be! 
 Shall I venture my body in field to fight 135 
 
 With a man that's faith and troth to me? ' 
 
 35. 'Away, away, O bully Bewick, 
 
 And of all that care, man, let us be! 
 If thou be a man, as I trow thou art, 
 
 Come over this ditch and fight with me.' 140 
 
 36. 'Now if it be my fortune thee, Grahame, to kill, 
 
 As God wills, man, it all must be; 
 But if it be my fortune thee, Grahame, to kill, 
 'T is home again I'll never gae.' 
 
 37. 'Thou art of my mind then, bully Bewick, 145 
 
 And sworn brethren will we be; 
 If thou be a man, as I trow thou art, 
 Come over this ditch and fight with me.' 
 
114 ■ BEWICK AND GRAHAME 
 
 38. He flang his coat from his shoulders, 
 
 His psalm-book out of his hand flang he, 150 
 
 He clap'd his hand upon the hedge, 
 And o'er lap he right wantonly. 
 
 39. When Grahame did see his bully come, 
 
 The salt tear stood long in his eye: 
 'Now needs must I say that thou art a man, 155 
 That dare venture thy body to fight with me. 
 
 40. 'Now I have a harness on my back; 
 
 I know that thou hath none on thine; 
 But as little as thou hath on thy back, 
 
 Sure as little shall there be on mine.' 160 
 
 41. He flang his jack from off his back, 
 
 His steel cap from his head flang he; 
 He's taken his sword into his hand, 
 He's tied his horse unto a tree. 
 
 42. How they fell to it with two broad swords, 165 
 
 For two long hours fought Bewick and he; 
 Much sweat was to be seen on them both, 
 But never a drop of blood to see. 
 
 43. Now Grahame gave Bewick an ackward stroke 
 
 An ackward stroke surely struck he; 170 
 
 He struck him now under the left breast, 
 Then down to the ground as dead fell he. 
 
 44. 'Arise, arise, O bully Bewick, 
 
 Arise, and speak three words to me! 
 Whether this be thy deadly wound, 175 
 
 Or God and good surgeons will mend thee.' 
 
BEWICK AND GRAHAM E 115 
 
 45. 'O horse, O horse, O bully Grahame, 
 
 And pray do get thee far from me! 
 Thy sword is sharp, it hath wounded my heart, 
 And so no further can I gae. 180 
 
 46. 'O horse, O horse, O bully Grahame, 
 
 And get thee far from me with speed! 
 And get thee out of this country quite! 
 That none may know who's done the deed! 
 
 47. 'O if this be true, my bully dear, 185 
 
 The words that thou dost tell to me, 
 The vow I made, and the vow I'll keep; 
 I swear I'll be the first that die.' 
 
 48. Then he stuck his sword in a moody-hill, 
 
 Where he lap thirty good foot and three; 190 
 
 First he bequeathed his soul to God, 
 And upon his own sword-point lap he. 
 
 49. Now Grahame he was the first that died, 
 
 And then came Robin Bewick to see; 
 'Arise, arise, O son!' he said, 195 
 
 'For I see thou's won the victory. 
 
 50. 'Arise, arise, O son!' he said, 
 
 'For I see thou's won the victory;' 
 ' Father, could ye not drunk your wine at home, 
 And letten me and my brother be? 200 
 
 51. 'Now t dig a grave both low and wide, 
 
 And in it us tw T o pray bury ; 
 But bury my bully Grahame on the sun-side, 
 For I'm sure he's won the victory.' 
 
n6 THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 
 
 52. Now we'll leave talking of these two brethren, 205 
 
 In Carlisle town where they lie slain, 
 And talk of these two good old men, 
 Where they were making a pitiful moan. 
 
 53. With that bespoke now Robin Bewick: 
 
 'O man, was I not much to blame? 210 
 
 I have lost one of the liveliest lads 
 That ever was born unto my name.' 
 
 54. With that then bespoke my good Lord Grahame: 
 
 '0 man, I have lost the better block; 
 I have lost my comfort and my joy, 215 
 
 I have lost my key, I have lost my lock. 
 
 55. 'Had I gone through all Ladderdale, 
 
 And forty horse had set on me, 
 Had Christy Grahame been at my back, 
 
 So well he would have guarded me.' 220 
 
 56. I have no more of my song to sing, 
 
 But two or three words to you I'll name; 
 But 't will be talk'd in Carlisle town 
 That these two old men were all the blame. 
 
 THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 
 
 1. It fell about the Lammas tide, 
 
 When the muir-men win their hay, 
 The doughty Douglas bound him to ride 
 Into England, to drive a prey. 
 
 2. He chose the Gordons and the Graemes, 
 
 With them the Lindsays, light and gay; 
 But the Jardines wad na with him ride, 
 And they rue it to this day. 
 
THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 117 
 
 3. And he has burn'd the dales of Tyne, 
 
 And part of Bambrough shire, 10 
 
 And three good towers on Reidswire fells, 
 He left them all on fire. 
 
 4. And he march'd up to Newcastle, 
 
 And rode it round about: 
 'O wha's the lord of this castle? 15 
 
 Or wha's the lady o't? ' 
 
 5. But up spake proud Lord Percy then, 
 
 And O but he spake hie ! 
 1 1 am the lord of this castle, 
 My wife's the lady gay.' 20 
 
 6. 'If thou'rt the lord of this castle, 
 
 Sae weel it pleases me, 
 For, ere I cross the Border fells, 
 The tane of us shall die.' 
 
 7. He took a lang spear in his hand. 25 
 
 Shod with the metal free, 
 And for to meet the Douglas there 
 He rode right furiouslie. 
 
 8. But O how pale his lady look'd, 
 
 Frae aff the castle-wa', 30 
 
 When down before the Scottish spear 
 She saw proud Percy fa'. 
 
 9. 'Had we twa been upon the green, 
 
 And never an eye to see, 
 I wad hae had you, flesh and fell; 35 
 
 But your sword shall gae wi' me.' 
 
ilS THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 
 
 10. 'But gae ye up to Otterburn, 
 
 And wait there dayis three, 
 And, if I come not ere three dayis end, 
 A fause knight ca' ye me.' 40 
 
 11. 'The Otterburn's a bonnie burn; 
 
 'T is pleasant there to be; 
 But there is nought at Otterburn 
 To feed my men and me. 
 
 12. 'The deer rins wild on hill and dale, 45 
 
 The birds fly wild from tree to tree; 
 But there is neither bread nor kale 
 To fend my men and me. 
 
 13. 'Yet will I stay at Otterburn, 
 
 Where you shall welcome be; 50 
 
 And, if ye come not at three dayis end, 
 A fause lord I'll ca' thee.' 
 
 14. 'Thither will I come/ proud Percy said, 
 
 'By the might of Our Ladye.' 
 'There will I bide thee,' said the Douglas, 55 
 
 'My troth I plight to thee.' 
 
 15. They lighted high on Otterburn, 
 
 Upon the bent sae brown; 
 They lighted high on Otterburn, 
 And threw their pallions down. 60 
 
 16. And he that had a bonnie boy, 
 
 Sent out his horse to grass; 
 And he that had not a bonnie boy, 
 His ain servant he was. 
 
THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 119 
 
 17. But up then spake a little page, 65 
 
 Before the peep of dawn: 
 ' waken ye, waken ye, my good lord, 
 For Percy's hard at hand.' 
 
 18. 'Ye lie, ye lie, ye liar loud! 
 
 Sae loud I hear ye lie: 70 
 
 For Percy had not men yestreen 
 To dight my men and me. 
 
 19. 'But I have dream'd a dreary dream, 
 
 Beyond the Isle of Skye, 
 I saw a dead man win a fight, 75 
 
 And I think that man was I.' 
 
 20. He belted on his gude braid sword, 
 
 And to the field he ran, 
 But he forgot the helmet good, 
 
 That should have kept his brain. 80 
 
 21. When Percy wi' the Douglas met, 
 
 I wot he was fu' fain; 
 They swakked their swords, till sair they swat, 
 And the blood ran down like rain. 
 
 22. But Percy with his good broad sword, 85 
 
 That could so sharply wound, 
 Has wounded Douglas on the brow, 
 Till he fell to the ground. 
 
 23. Then he call'd on his little foot-page, 
 
 And said, c Run speedily, 90 
 
 And fetch my ain dear sister's son, 
 Sir Hugh Montgomery. 
 
120 THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN 
 
 24. 'My nephew good/ the Douglas said, 
 'What recks the death of ane! 
 Last night I dream' d a dreary dream, 95 
 
 And I ken the day's thy ain. 
 
 25. 'My wound is deep; I fain would sleep; 
 
 Take thou the vanguard of the three, 
 And hide me by the bracken-bush, 
 
 That grows on yonder lily lee. 100 
 
 26. 'O bury me by the bracken-bush, 
 
 Beneath the blooming brier; 
 Let never living mortal ken 
 
 There ere a kindly Scot lies here.' 
 
 27. He lifted up that noble lord, 105 
 
 Wi' the saut tear in his ee; 
 He hid him in the bracken-bush, 
 That his merrymen might not see. 
 
 28. The moon was clear, the day drew near, 
 
 The spears in flinders flew, no 
 
 But mony a gallant Englishman 
 Ere day the Scotsmen slew. 
 
 29. The Gordons good, in English blood, 
 
 They steep'd their hose and shoon; 
 The Lindsays flew like fire about, 115 
 
 Till all the fray was done. 
 
 30. The Percy and Montgomery met, 
 
 That either of other were fain; 
 They swakked swords, and they twa swat, 
 And aye the blood ran down between. 120 
 
THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT 121 
 
 31. 'Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy/ he said, 
 'Or else I vow I'll lay thee low!' 
 ' To whom must I yield/ quoth Earl Percy, 
 'Now that I see it must be so?' 
 
 32. 'Thou shalt not yield to lord nor loun, 125 
 
 Nor yet shalt thou yield to me; 
 But yield thee to the bracken-bush 
 That grows upon yon lily lee.' 
 
 33. 'I will not yield to a bracken-bush, 
 
 Nor yet will I yield to a brier; 130 
 
 But I would yield to Earl Douglas, 
 Or Sir Hugh the Montgomery, if he were here.' 
 
 34. As soon as he knew it was Montgomery, 
 
 He struck his sword's point in the ground; 
 The Montgomery was a courteous knight, 135 
 
 And quickly took him by the hand. 
 
 oo- 
 
 This deed was done at the Otterburn, 
 
 About the breaking of the day; 
 Earl Douglas was buried at the bracken-bush, 
 
 And the Percy led captive away. 140 
 
 THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT 
 
 (chevy chase) 
 
 1. The Percy out of Northumberland, 
 An avow to God made he 
 That he w r ould hunt in the mountains 
 
 Of Cheviot within days three, 
 In the maugre of doughty Douglas, 5 
 
 And all that ever with him be. 
 
122 THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT 
 
 2. The fattest harts in all Cheviot, 
 
 He said he would kill and carry them away: 
 'By my faith/ said the doughty Douglas again, 
 'I will let that hunting if that I may.' 10 
 
 3. Then the Percy out of Bamborough came, 
 
 With him a mighty meany, 
 With fifteen hundred archers bold; 
 They were chosen out of shires three, 
 
 4. This began on a Monday at morn, 15 
 
 In Cheviot the hills so hie; 
 The child may rue that is unborn, 
 It was the more pitye. 
 
 5. The drivers thorough the woodes went, 
 
 For to raise the deer; 20 
 
 Bowmen bickered upon the bent 
 With their broad arrows clear. 
 
 6. Then the wyld thorough the woodes went, 
 
 On every side shear; 
 Greyhounds thorough the groves glent 25 
 
 For to kill their deer. 
 
 7. This began in Cheviot the hills aboon : 
 
 Early on a Monynday; 
 By that it drew to the hour of noon, 
 A hundred fat harts dead there lay. 30 
 
 8. They blew a mort upon the bent, 
 
 They 'sembled on sides shear; 
 To the quarry then the Percy went, 
 To see the brittling of the deer. 
 
THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT 123 
 
 9. He said, 'It was the Douglas' promise 35 
 
 This day to meet me here; 
 But I wist he would fail, verament;' 
 A great oath the Percy sware. 
 
 10. At the last a squire of Northumberland 
 
 Look'd at his hand full nigh; 40 
 
 He was 'ware of the doughty Douglas' coming, 
 With him a mighty meany. 
 
 11. Both with spear, bill, and brand, 
 
 It was a mighty sight to see; 
 Hardier men, both of heart and hand, 45 
 
 Were not in Christiantie. 
 
 12. They were twenty hundred spearmen good, 
 
 Without any fail; 
 They were born along by the water o' Tweed, 
 
 I' the bounds of Tividale. 50 
 
 13. 'Leave off your brittling of the deer,' he said, 
 
 'And to your bows look ye take good heed; 
 For never sith ye were of your mothers born 
 Had ye ever so mickle need.' 
 
 14. The doughty Douglas on a steed 55 
 
 He rode all his men beforn; 
 His armor glittered as did a glede; 
 A bolder bairn was never born. 
 
 15. 'Tell me whose men ye are,' he says, 
 
 'Or whose men that ye be: 60 
 
 Who gave you leave to hunt in this Cheviot chase, 
 In spite of mine and of me? ' 
 
124 THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT 
 
 16. The first man that ever him an answer made, 
 
 It was the good Lord Percy; 
 ' We will not tell thee whose men we are/ he says, 65 
 
 ' Nor those men that we be; 
 But we will hunt here in this chase 
 
 In spite of thine and of thee. 
 
 17. 'The fattest harts in all Cheviot 
 
 We have killed, and cast to carry them away/ 70 
 
 'By my troth/ said the doughty Douglas again, 
 'Therefor the tone of us shall die this day.' 
 
 18. Then said the doughty Douglas 
 
 Unto the Lord Percy, 
 'To kill all these guiltless men, 75 
 
 Alas, it were great pity! 
 
 19. 'But, Percy, thou art a man of land, 
 
 I am an earl called within my countree; 
 Let all our men upon a part stand, 
 
 And do the battle of thee and of me.' 80 
 
 20. 'Now Christ's curse on his crown/ said the Lord Percy, 
 
 'Whosoever thereto says nay! 
 By my troth, doughty Douglas/ he says, 
 'Thou shalt never see that day, 
 
 21. 'Neither in England, Scotland, nor France, 85 
 
 Nor for no man of a woman born, 
 But, an fortune be my chance, 
 
 I dare meet him, one man for one/ 
 
 22. Then bespake a squire of Northumberland, 
 
 Richard Witherington was his name; 90 
 
 'It shall never be told in South England/ he says, 
 'To King Harry the Fourth for shame. 
 
THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT 125 
 
 23. ' I wot ye be great lordes twa, 
 
 I am a poor squire of land; 
 I will never see my captain fight on a field, 95 
 
 And stand myself and look on, 
 But while I may my weapon wield, 
 
 I will not fail, both heart and hand.' 
 
 24. That day, that day, that dreadful day! 
 
 The first fit here I find; 100 
 
 An you will hear any more o y the hunting o' the Cheviot, 
 Yet there is more behind. 
 
 THE SECOND FIT 
 
 25. The Englishmen had their bows y-bent, 
 
 Their hearts were good enough; 
 The first of arrows that they shot off, 105 
 
 Seven score spear-men they slough. 
 
 26. Yet bides the Earl Douglas upon the bent, 
 
 A captain good enough, 
 And that was seen verament, 
 
 For he wrought them both woe and wouche. no 
 
 27. The Douglas parted his host in three, 
 
 Like a chief chieftain of pride; 
 With sure spears of mighty tree, 
 They come in on every side; 
 
 28. Through our English archery 115 
 
 Gave many a wound full wide; 
 Many a doughty they gard to die, 
 Which gained them no pride. 
 
126 THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT 
 
 29. The Englishmen let their bowes be, 
 
 And pull'd out brands that were bright; 120 
 It was a heavy sight to see 
 Bright swords on basnets light. 
 
 30. Thorough rich mail and myneyeple, 
 
 Many stern they stroke down straight; 
 Many a freke that was full free, 125 
 
 There under foot did light. 
 
 31. At last the Douglas and the Percy met, 
 
 Like two captains of might and of main; 
 They swap'd together till they both swat, 
 
 With swords that were of fine Milan. 130 
 
 32. These worthy frekes for to fight, 
 
 Thereto they were full fain, 
 Till the blood out of their basnets sprent, 
 As ever did hail or rain. 
 
 33. ' Yield thee, Percy/ said the Douglas, 135 
 
 ' And i' faith I shall thee bring 
 Where thou shalt have an earl's wages 
 Of Jamie, our Scottish king. 
 
 34. 'Thou shalt have thy ransom free, 
 
 I hight thee here this thing; 140 
 
 For the manfullest man yet art thou 
 That ever I conquer'd in field fighting.' 
 
 35. 'Nay,' said the Lord Percy, 
 
 ' I told it thee bef orn, 
 That I would never yielded be 145 
 
 To no man 0/ a woinan born.' 
 
THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT 127 
 
 36. With that there came an arrow hastily, 
 
 Forth of a mighty wane; 
 It hath stricken the Earl Douglas 
 
 In at the breast-bane. 150 
 
 37. Through liver and lunges both 
 
 The sharp arrow is gone, 
 That never after in all his life-days 
 
 He spake mo' words but one: 
 That was, ' Fight ye, my merrymen, while ye may, 155 
 
 For my life-days be gone/ 
 
 38. The Percy leaned on his brand, 
 
 And saw the Douglas die; 
 He took the dead man by the hand, 
 And said, 'Woe is me for thee! 160 
 
 39. 'To have sav'd thy life I would have parted with 
 
 My landes for years three, 
 For a better man, of heart and of hand, 
 Was not in all the north countree.' 
 
 40. Of all that saw a Scottish knight, 165 
 
 Was call'd Sir Hugh the Montgomery, 
 He saw the Douglas to the death was dight, 
 He spended a spear, a trusty tree. 
 
 41. He rode upon a courser 
 
 Through a hundred archery; 170 
 
 He never stinted, nor never blane, 
 Till he came to the good Lord Percy. 
 
 42. He set upon the Lord Percy 
 
 A dint that was full sore; 
 With a sure spear of a mighty tree 175 
 
 Clean through the body he the Percy bore, 
 
128 THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT 
 
 43. O' the tother side that a man might see 
 A large cloth yard and mare: 
 Two better captains were not in Christiantie 
 Than that day slain were there. 180 
 
 44. An archer of Northumberland 
 
 Saw slain was the Lord Percy; 
 He bare a bent bow in his hand 
 Was made of trusty tree. 
 
 45. An arrow that a cloth yard was long 185 
 
 To the hard steel hauled he; 
 A dint that was both sad and sore 
 He sat on Sir Hugh the Montgomery. 
 
 46. The dint it was both sad and sore 
 
 That he on Montgomery set; 190 
 
 The swan feathers that his arrow bore 
 With his heart blood they were wet. 
 
 47. There was never a freke one foot would flee, 
 
 But still in stour did stand, 
 Hewing on each other, while they might dree, 195 
 With many a baleful brand. 
 
 48. This battle began in Cheviot 
 
 An hour before the noon, 
 And when evensong bell was rung 
 The battle was not half done. 200 
 
 49. They took on either hand 
 
 By the light of the moon; 
 Many had no strength for to stand, 
 In Cheviot the hills aboon. 
 
THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT 129 
 
 50. Of fifteen hundred archers of England 205 
 
 Went away but seventy and three; 
 Of twenty hundred spearmen of Scotland, 
 But even five and fifty. 
 
 51. But all were slain Cheviot within; 
 
 They had no strength to stand on by; 210 
 
 The child may rue that is unborn, 
 It was the more pitye. 
 
 52. There was slain, with the Lord Percy, 
 
 Sir John of Agerstone, 
 Sir Roger, the hind Hartley, 215 
 
 Sir William, the bold Heron. 
 
 53. Sir George, the worthy Lumley, 
 
 A knight of great renown, 
 Sir Ralph, the rich Rugby, 
 
 With dints were beaten down. 220 
 
 54. For Witherington my heart was woe, 
 
 That ever he slain should be; 
 For when both his legs were hewn in two, 
 Yet he kneePd and fought on his knee. 
 
 55. There was slain, with the doughty Douglas, 225 
 
 Sir Hugh the Montgomery, 
 Sir David Liddel, that worthy was, 
 His sister's son was he. 
 
 56. Sir Charles of Murray in that place, 
 
 That never a foot would flee; 230 
 
 Sir Hugh Maxwell, a Lord he was, 
 With the Douglas did he die. 
 
130 THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT 
 
 57. So on the morrow they made them biers 
 
 Of birch and hazel so gray; 
 Many widows, with weeping tears, 335 
 
 Came to fetch their mates away. 
 
 58. Tividale may carp of care, 
 
 Northumberland may make great moan, 
 For two such captains as slain were there 
 
 On the March-party shall never be known. 240 
 
 59. Word is comen to Edinborough, 
 
 To Jamie, the Scottish king, 
 That doughty Douglas, lyff-tenant of the Marches, 
 He lay slain Cheviot within. 
 
 60. His handes did he weal and wring, 245 
 
 He said, 'Alas, and woe is me!' 
 Such another captain Scotland within, 
 He said, i' faith should never be. 
 
 61. Word is comen to lovely London, 
 
 Till the fourth Harry our king, 250 
 
 That Lord Percy, Lyff-tenant of the Marches, 
 He lay slain Cheviot within. 
 
 62. ' God have mercy on his soul/ said King Harry, 
 
 ' Good Lord, if thy will it be! 
 I have a hundred captains in England/ he said, 255 
 
 'As good as ever was he; 
 But, Percy, an I brook my life, 
 
 Thy death well quit shall be.' 
 
 63. As our noble king made his avow, 
 
 Like a noble prince of renown, 260 
 
 For the death of the Lord Percy 
 He did the battle of Homildon; 
 
THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT 131 
 
 64. Where six and thirty Scottish knights 
 
 On a day were beaten down; 
 Glendale glittered on their armor bright, 265 
 
 Over castle, tower and town. 
 
 65. This was the hunting of the Cheviot, 
 
 That e'er began this spurn! 
 Old men that know the ground well enough 
 
 Call it the battle of Otterburn. 270 
 
 66. At Otterburn began this spurn, 
 
 Upon a Monynday; 
 There was the doughty Douglas slain, 
 The Percy never went away. 
 
 67. There was never a time on the March-parties 275 
 
 Since the Douglas and the Percy met, 
 But it is marvel an the red blood run not 
 As the rain does in the street. 
 
 68. Jesus Christ our bales bete, 
 
 And to the bliss us bring! 280 
 
 Thus was the hunting of the Cheviot: 
 God send us all good ending! 
 
NOTES 
 
 {Numbers in boldface refer to pages, others to lines, except where 
 stanzas are specified) 
 
 THE TWA SISTERS (Page 15) 
 
 This story is told among all the nations of northern Europe. The 
 English and the Norse versions show remarkable similarity till we 
 come to the end of the tale, where the Norse is the more dramatic, 
 making the harper carry his song to the wedding of the elder sister 
 and the knight who was to have married the drowned girl. The 
 version given here was taken down from the recitation of a Mrs. 
 Brown of Falkland, and appears in three manuscript collections and 
 in Jamieson's Popular Ballads (1806). 
 
 15:13. Lov'd: cf. dash'd in stanza 10, sigh'd in stanza 24, and play'd 
 in stanza 27. Such contractions of the past tense are very common 
 in the ballads; where we do find loved, dashed, sighed, etc., it usually 
 means that the final ed forms a syllable of itself. Cf . vexed in stanza 
 4 and harped in stanza 23. 
 
 16:32. Fse. I shall. Where 's or 'se forms a future tense the 
 r s or 'se is always an abbreviation of the word shall. In past tenses, 
 as in stanza 8, 's = has, as in present-day use. • 
 
 16:37. Foul fa* the hand that I should take. It would ill suit 
 me to take your hand. 
 
 16:38. It twined me and my warldes make. It parted me and 
 my world's mate, — my lover. 
 
 16:41. The ballads are strikingly realistic in some places, but the 
 imagination of the time seemed to accept without question the fact 
 of the lady's body floating down a mill stream after she was drowned 
 in the sea. 
 
 17:6i-66. In another version we find 
 
 Then bespake the treble string, 
 'O yonder is my father the king.' 
 
 133 
 
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 Then bespake the second string, 
 
 '0 yonder sits my mother the queen/ 
 
 And then bespake the strings all three, 
 'O yonder is my sister that drowned me.' 
 
 THE CRUEL BROTHER (Page 17) 
 
 It is probable that this ballad is still sung in some of the more 
 remote districts in Scotland; it was formerly one of the best-known 
 of the Scottish songs. The story is based upon the belief current 
 in ballad times, not only in England but on the continent as well, 
 that to neglect asking a brother's assent to his sister's marriage was 
 to commit an unpardonable offense. A number of Scandinavian 
 ballads have the same theme. . . . There are fifteen known ver- 
 sions of this ballad. The one given here was first printed in Jamie- 
 son's Popular Ballads. 
 
 19:46. Silver-shod steed. Common objects made from gold or 
 silver are characteristic features in all folk literature, and the ballads 
 are full of such descriptions. The lavish use of precious metals in 
 these old tales shows how simple and child-like was the medieval 
 idea of grandeur. Young Ronald, the hero of a ballad of that name, 
 has a horse whose saddle is "o' the guid red gowd." In The High 
 Banks of Yarrow we even hear of a coffin made "o' the gowd sae 
 yellow." 
 
 HIND HORN (Page 20) 
 
 From Motherwell's Manuscript (about 1825). The story of Hind 
 Horn is a very old one, and is told at great length in three manu- 
 script romances (King Horn, Horn et Rymenhild and Horn Childe 
 and Maiden Rimnild), the earliest of which dates back to the latter 
 part of the thirteenth century. The ballad gives only the culmina- 
 tion of this long story. The incidents used — the jewels of changing 
 hue, the long absence and unexpected timely return, the disguise 
 assumed by the hero, even the dropping of the ring into the empty 
 cup — are familiar devices in the romantic literature of all nations. 
 The student who is well read in the Odyssey of Homer will not fail 
 to find a striking parallel between the return of Hind Horn and the 
 home-coming of Ulysses. Ballads essentially the same are preserved 
 in Danish and in Swedish, 
 
NOTES 135 
 
 20:6. Seven living lavrocks. Two versions have three singing 
 lavrocks — a better conception, as the description undoubtedly refers 
 to the ornamentation of either the wand itself or of its handle. In 
 some versions it is a gold wand and a silver ring. 
 
 21:34. Drank out. Drained. 
 
 21:35. Evidently the ring had not told the truth. The king's 
 daughter had not ceased to love Horn; but perhaps she had given 
 him up as dead because of his long absence, or perhaps she was being 
 forced into this other marriage against her will. Neither chance 
 had been provided for when the ring was given; it could carry but 
 one message. Its false alarm, however, brings Hind home in time 
 to prevent a tragedy. 
 
 YOUNG BEICHAN (Page 22) 
 
 There are fifteen versions of this ballad; the one chosen is from 
 the Jamieson-Brown Manuscript (1783). 
 
 There are many likenesses between Young Beichan and Hind Horn, 
 yet the two stories are not the same. Practically every nation 
 of Europe has a tale that is a counterpart of this, each with a dif- 
 ferent name for the hero. In some instances the incident is related 
 of some definite historic personage — as Henry of Brunswick, or 
 Alexander von Metz — and is accepted by the common people as 
 history, but historians know that it is only a folk tale whose origin 
 cannot be traced. 
 
 22 :i. Beichan. The hero's name is variously spelled in different 
 versions, — Bicham, Bekie, Bichet, and in other ways; Beichan is, 
 however, the most familiar spelling. 
 
 In one version he goes no farther than to France which was a hos- 
 tile country through most of the Middle Ages, there to serve in the 
 king's court, and to fall in love with the king's daughter. 
 
 22:3. Moor. The Moors, a Mohammedan people half -Arab, 
 half-Berber, began their invasion of Spain in 711, and for twenty 
 years gained steadily in power till all Europe grew alarmed lest 
 Christianity was doomed. Charles Martel in 732 defeated the Mo- 
 hammedan army in the fields between Tours and Poitiers, and dealt 
 a death-blow to the Moorish hope of further conquests in Europe. 
 Nevertheless, this dark-skinned race maintained itself in Spain for 
 more than seven hundred years longer, hated and feared by all the 
 
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 Christian nations. Any tale of cruelty or deceit that might be told 
 of them found ready belief. 
 
 22:14. Susie Pye. Spelled Shusy-Pye in the manuscript; a strange 
 name for a Moorish princess, but found in ten of the fifteen versions. 
 
 23:26. White money is silver. 
 
 23:44. I hope. In the earlier ballads the ballad-singer never in- 
 troduces his own thoughts into the story, never makes any comment 
 on the tale he is telling. The use of the personal "I" (repeated in 
 line 76), marks this version as of comparatively late date. 
 
 26:90. It must not be forgotten that Susie Pye was a heathen 
 princess. In this stanza she changes her religion at "yon fountain 
 stane," and is baptized "the Lady Jane." Naturally, there is no 
 such ending in that version where Beichan's truelove is the French 
 king's daughter. 
 
 EDWARD (Page 25) 
 
 This famous old ballad has been taken from Percy's Reliques. 
 Percy calls it "a curious song transmitted to the editor by Sir David 
 Dalrymple, Bart., late Lord Hailes." 
 
 25:9. Hawkis. English was once an inflected language, and in 
 the so-called "strong declension' ' the genitive case was formed by 
 adding es (is) to the nominative, as here. But in speech the word 
 was frequently contracted by the dropping of the vowel and the 
 sounding of only the s of the case sign. In writing, the apostrophe 
 had already come into use to indicate the omission of a letter from 
 a word, so the contracted genitives were written hawk's, man's, etc. 
 Genitives were so much more common than any other contractions 
 that the apostrophe came to be considered the sign of that tense, 
 and to be used in the plural as well as the singular: Older forms 
 survive longer in the speech — and hence in the orally transmitted 
 literature — of the common people than in the speech or writings of 
 the educated classes. Ballads of comparatively late date retain 
 these old genitives. In many lines the spelling of these could not be 
 modernized as the additional syllable is needed for the metre. 
 
 25: 20. Some other dule ye dree. There is some other cause for 
 your grief. See dule and dree in the glossary. 
 
 26:29. The only other complete version of this ballad has: 
 
 I'll set my foot in a bottomless ship, 
 And ye '11 never see mair o' me. 
 
NOTES 137 
 
 26:33. The making of a will, especially by this method of question 
 and answer, was a favorite incident with the ballad-makers. The 
 last three stanzas here are identical in theme with the concluding 
 stanzas of The Cruel Brother. 
 
 26:53. Tragic ballads frequently end with the calling down of a 
 curse upon a guilty person — cf. The Twa Sisters and The Cruel 
 Brother — but commonly we know beforehand just where the curse 
 will fall. The last line here, with its implication that the mother 
 instigated the murder, comes as a complete surprise, changes the 
 whole situation, and marks a step away from the traditional ballad 
 simplicity. , 
 
 KING ESTMERE (Page 27) 
 
 The ballad is taken from Percy's Reliques. 
 
 Percy says: "This old Romantic Legend bears marks of consider- 
 able antiquity. ... It would seem to have been written while part 
 of Spain was in the hands of the Saracens or Moors, whose empire 
 there was not fully extinguished before the year 1491." 
 
 27:n. It is Adler who speaks. In many places in this ballad the 
 speaker must be inferred from the context. 
 
 27: 16. Able. Of suitable rank and disposition. 
 
 28:32. Weeds. The use of this word in the sense of clothing still 
 survives in the expression widow's weeds. 
 
 28:36. "That the Adland should be found lolling or leaning at his 
 gate may be thought perchance a little out of character. And yet 
 the greatest painter of manners, Homer, did not think it inconsistent 
 with decorum to represent a king of the Taphians leaning at the gate 
 of Ulysses to inquire for that monarch when he touched at Ithaca 
 as he was taking a voyage with a ship's cargo of iron to dispose in 
 traffic. So little ought we to judge of ancient manners by our own." 
 (Percy.) The reference is to Book I of The Odyssey. 
 
 28:46. King his son. (For the usual Middle English formation 
 of the genitive case and the origin of the present possessive, see note 
 to page 26:9.) The similarity of sound between the is of the genitive 
 ending and the personal pronoun his led to much confusion. The 
 king his son is a corruption of the kingis son, which in modern English 
 would be the king's son. Such a use was common in the days of Queen 
 Elizabeth. Ben Jonson wrote a play called Sejanus his Fall. 
 
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 31:136. My reade shall rise at thee. I must look to thee for ad- 
 vice. 
 
 32:156. "Even so late as the time of Froissart, we find Minstrels 
 and Heralds mentioned together, as those who might securely go 
 into an enemy's country." (Percy.) 
 
 32:164. All and in. And all in, or simply in. 
 
 32:167. Notice the exact repetition in this stanza, of stanza 8. 
 Compare also stanzas 23 and 24, 26 and 31, 27 and 32, 28 and 33, 
 9 and 43. 
 
 33:173. Proud porter. Compare with page 24, line 55. 
 
 33:195. "As to Estmere's riding into the hall while the kings were 
 at table, this was usual in the days of chivalry; and even to this day 
 we see a relic of the custom kept up in the champion's riding into 
 Westminster-Hall during the coronation dinner." (Percy.) 
 
 34:2 16. Look'd him in the ear. The ballad-maker is certainly 
 not at his best in this line; ear rhymes with near in the fourth line, 
 but no other reason can be found for its use. 
 
 34:2i8. Neigh him near. Approach near him. 
 
 36:272. Right stiff in stour can stand. Bore themselves bravely 
 in the contest. 
 
 SIR PATRICK SPENCE (Page 36) 
 
 These two versions of this ballad — the one from Percy's Reliques, 
 the other from Scott's Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border — are chosen 
 from eighteen forms, some fragmentary, printed by Professor Child. 
 Percy's copy is generally conceded to be the best in poetic form and 
 spirit, but the added details in the other version are interesting. For 
 an amusing account of the dramatic possibilities of this latter ver- 
 sion, read Kate Douglas Wiggin's Penelope's Progress, chapter XVII. 
 
 The ballad is an old one. Both Percy and Scott believed it to be 
 founded on fact, though neither of them could adduce much evi- 
 dence to support his belief, for Scottish history makes no mention 
 of any Sir Patrick Spence. William Motherwell (1826) discovered 
 that in 1281 Alexander the Third of Scotland fitted out an expedition 
 to conduct his daughter Margaret to Norway, where she was to 
 marry the Norwegian Eric; an escort of the best of Scotland's knight- 
 hood attended the young princess and remained in Norway through- 
 out the long and ceremonious celebration of the nuptials. Storms 
 
NOTES 139 
 
 arose on their return and the fleet was wrecked. A closer parallel 
 could scarcely be wished, and the great majority of students of the 
 ballad since Motherwell's day have accepted his explanation that 
 it was this expedition which, almost lost sight of in authentic history, 
 is nevertheless recorded with remarkable accuracy in this song of 
 the people. 
 
 36 :i. Dumferline. A Scottish town not far from Edinburgh. 
 "The Scottish monarchs were much addicted to 'sit in Dunfermline 
 town/ previous to the accession of the Bruce dynasty. It was a 
 favorite abode of Alexander himself, who was killed by a fall from 
 his horse, in the vicinity, and was buried in the Abbey of Dunferm- 
 line." (Scott.) 
 
 37:9. A broad letter. Either a letter on a broad sheet, or a long 
 letter. 
 
 37:2i. Merrymen. A frequent ballad word, meaning simply 
 followers or companions. 
 
 37:26. Among many people this is believed to foretell a storm. 
 
 37:32. Their hats they swam aboon. The water was over their 
 heads. 
 
 SCOTT'S VERSION OF SIR PATRICK SPENS (Page 38) 
 
 38:2. "In singing, the interjection O is added to the second and 
 fourth lines." (Scott.) 
 
 38:15. Of Noroway should read to Noroway, a repetition of the 
 phrase found in the first and second lines of the stanza. So also in 
 stanza 7. 
 
 38: 16. 'Tis thou matin bring her hame. The phrase to bring 
 home a bride means to conduct her with ceremony to her new home. 
 The expression is still used in this sense in some parts of Scot- 
 land. 
 
 39:33. This kind of repetition is a favorite form; cf. stanzas 14 
 and 18. See also King Estmere, stanza 26. 
 
 39:38. Queenis. See note on 26:9. White money: see note on 
 23:26. 
 
 42:ioi. Aberdeen was an important seaport as early as the twelfth 
 century. According to this version it, and not the smaller Aberdour, 
 was the ship's destination. The question is not worth arguing, for 
 the wreck occurred before the Scottish coast was sighted. 
 
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 THE GAY GOSHAWK (Page 42) 
 
 From the Jamieson-Brown Manuscript. There are eight versions 
 known in English, and the ballad seems to belong exclusively to the 
 English-speaking people. The incident of the message carried by 
 the bird is not unknown in continental literature, and that of the 
 maiden's feigning death in order to join her lover had long been popu- 
 lar, but the uniting of the two, as here, has not been found in any 
 foreign ballad. 
 
 42 :i. Well's me o* my gay goshawk. I am fortunate to possess 
 my gay goshawk. 
 
 43:29. Marys. The word is not capitalized in the manuscript. 
 Used as a common noun, mary means an attendant maid, a maid- 
 of-honor. 
 
 43:31. Shot- window. A projecting window; an oriel or bay win- 
 dow. In the west of Scotland such a window is called an out-shot 
 window. 
 
 43 :34. The streen. Yestreen, (yester e'en) last evening. 
 
 44:70. Deal gold. Distribute alms. Dole, the noun from the same 
 root as deal, means money or food given in charity. It was long a 
 custom to give to the poor at the time of a funeral, for it was be- 
 lieved that such gifts would buy rest and peace for the soul of the 
 deceased. 
 
 44:75. Sleepy draught. A sleeping draught. 
 
 45:87. Guid red gold . . . silver clear. See note to 19:46. 
 
 46:no. Sound your horn. Scott's version has blaw your horn. The 
 expression was evidently a common taunt on the failure of a scheme. 
 
 THE WEE WEE MAN (Page 46) 
 
 This little ballad is one of the shortest in the language. It is a true 
 ballad, but so much lighter, more delicate, more fanciful, than the 
 usual form that it stands in a class quite apart, and one searches 
 in vain for another like it. The seven known versions show only 
 slight variations. This one w r as first printed in Herd's Ancient and 
 Modern Scottish Songs (second edition, 1776). 
 
 46:7. Span. The use of this word is confusing. Such a brow and 
 such breadth of shoulder are ridiculously out of accord with legs "of 
 a shathmont's length," and under no circumstances could they be- 
 
1ES 141 
 
 long to a "wee wee man." We have perhaps lost an older meaning 
 of the word which would conform better to the meaning of the stanza. 
 
 46:n. Wallace wight. Sir William Wallace (1 270-1305), the 
 most beloved of Scottish heroes, is said to have been of gigantic 
 stature and of superhuman strength. 
 
 46:15. Yon. The word is used very vaguely, and the expressions 
 yon bonny bower, you bonny green, are equivalent to no more than 
 a bonny bower, a bonny green. 
 
 46:19. Lighted down. Alighted. 
 
 47:27. Beaten gold. See note to 19:46. Compare with page 45, 
 line 87. 
 
 LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET (Page 47) 
 
 This ballad occurs in ten English versions. This version was first 
 printed by Percy in 1765. The same story is told among other Eu- 
 ropean peoples; especially close is the resemblance between certain 
 Norse ballads and the different versions in English. 
 
 48:29. Billie. The word is not capitalized for it is not a proper 
 name but merely a word meaning brother. See also bully in Bewick 
 and Graham, page no, line 46. 
 
 49:50. Sheen is really an adjective, and its use here as a noun is 
 unusual. 
 
 49:59. Holland. Fine white linen. Holland was formerly famous 
 for bleaching linen. 
 
 49:64. See page 19, line 46, and note. Compare also page 45, 
 lines 87 and 88. 
 
 49:6 1-80. The maker of the ballad is evidently carried away by 
 the charm of his own imagination, forgetting that it was the nut- 
 brown bride who had "goud and gear," while Fair Annet "has got 
 none," in stanza 5. 
 
 49:74. I n another version this line reads 
 
 She lightit on a stane. 
 
 This would seem more reasonable than the line given here. It is 
 hardly to be believed that she sat upon a stone, even a gravestone 
 in the churchyard, at such a time. 
 
 50:96. Annet points to her mother's grave; her fair skin is her 
 inheritance from her dead mother. 
 
142 NOTES 
 
 51:113. Note how carefully justice is mingled with sentiment. 
 Annet, as the innocent victim, is buried within the church. Lord 
 Thomas, as a murderer, outside the walls; but true love survives 
 crime and death and brings them together in the birch and brier. 
 
 LIZIE LINDSAY (Page 51) 
 (Donald of the Isles) 
 
 This ballad is known under both titles, this version being given 
 by Kinloch (1826) under the latter name. In his introduction to it 
 he says that it was very popular even as late as his own time in the 
 north of Scotland, where there were few milk-maids but could "chaunt 
 it to a very pleasing tune." There are nine versions in all. 
 
 51: 10. In great povertie. The "lady mither" is afraid her son 
 will be married for his wealth and rank unless he hides his true posi- 
 tion. 
 
 52:14. WV nae flatterie. Donald has the same idea, and promises 
 to go clad as a poor Highlander. 
 
 52: 1 6. The ring and the ba\ A game in which a ring was thrown 
 up into the air and a ball was to be thrown through the ring before 
 it feU. 
 
 52: 18. Lizie : pronounced Leezie. 
 
 53:42. Think lang. Grow weary or discontented. 
 
 64:67. Bouncie. Much more expressive than a little bounce. 
 
 54:75. Coffer. Commonly a chest for valuables, but here used in 
 the sense of a receptacle for both clothing and ornaments. 
 
 54:86. Lown. The literal meaning of the word is nothing more 
 than a person of low rank. 
 
 54:94. Donald is trying her to the utmost. He points out a lowly 
 hut as his home, and an old peasant woman as his mother. The 
 deception is easy to manage, for the old woman addresses him in 
 Erse, the language of the Highlands, which Lizie does not under- 
 stand. 
 
 55:113. Thae isles. If the words occurred nowhere else it would 
 be impossible to locate the scene more closely than in the Highlands, 
 but the Isles in the second title can mean only the islands to the west 
 of Scotland. These include the large island of Mull, Ulva (the scene 
 of Campbell's poem Lord Ullin's Daughter), Iona (the "blessed 
 isle" of St. Columba), and many others. The Lord of the Isles was 
 
NOTES 143 
 
 a petty monarch and much feared by the remaining Scottish chief- 
 tains. Read Scott's romantic poem, The Lord of the Isles. 
 
 BARBARA ALLEN'S CRUELTY (Page 55) 
 
 The version is Percy's, which he gave "with some corrections, 
 from an old black-letter copy, entitled Barbara Allen's Cruelty, or 
 The Young Man's Tragedy." That this ballad was a favorite in 
 the seventeenth century, and had lost but little of its appeal in the 
 eighteenth, is evidenced by these two quotations: 
 
 "In perfect pleasure I was to hear her (Mrs. Knipp, an actress) 
 sing, and especially her little Scotch song of Barbary Allen." — 
 Pepys Diary, January 2, 1666. 
 
 "The music of the finest singers is dissonance to what I felt when 
 our old dairy-maid sung me into tears with Johny Armstrong' s Last 
 Good-night, or The Cruelty of Barbara Allen." — Goldsmith, 1765. 
 
 57:51. Make my bed. Wherever we find this expression in the 
 ballads it foretells the death of the speaker. 
 
 57:6i. It is most unusual to find any moralizing in a ballad, either 
 in the words of the ballad-maker himself or from the lips of a char- 
 acter in the story. Some versions end with the fifteenth stanza. 
 
 LORD LOVEL (Page 58) 
 
 In this version of the ballad (Bishop Percy's), Lady Ouncebell 
 is an English princess whose lover journeys to Scotland to be gone 
 two years; in a Scottish version the heroine — called Fair Nancy- 
 belle^ — is Scotch, and Lord Lovel leaves her to enjoy himself in Eng- 
 land. 
 
 58 :i. I fare you well. I bid you farewell. 
 
 59:37-48. Compare with Lord Thomas and Fair Annet, page 51, 
 lines 1 13-120. This idea of the intertwining of the vines that grow 
 from the bodies of dead lovers is repeated in many ballads. 
 
 THOMAS RHYMER (Page 59) 
 
 Thomas Rhymer (or Rymour) of Erceldoune, who lived in the 
 thirteenth century, occupies a unique position in Scottish history. 
 Of his life very little is known, but his fame as a prophet and sooth- 
 
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 sayer spread through Scotland and England very early, and en- 
 dured for more than six hundred years. It is not yet wholly extin- 
 guished. In the fourteenth, fifteenth and sixteenth centuries, his 
 sayings were quoted in castles and halls as well as in the humbler 
 cottages, and statesmen were not averse to studying his prophecies 
 before deciding upon national issues. In 1603 there was published 
 an interesting little book entitled "The Whole Prophecie of Merlin, 
 Thomas Rymour, and Others," which became so popular that it was 
 printed and reprinted in cheap form, until, as Professor Child de- 
 clares, there were few Scottish farmhouses in the early nineteenth 
 century without it. 
 
 All this is fact, but in addition we have many legends. Both the 
 ballad and a long poem bearing his name and dating from about the 
 year 1450 tell of Thomas Rhymer's finding favor with the Queen 
 of the Elves and of his being carried away to dwell in Elfland for 
 seven years — years that passed so quickly that they seemed to him 
 but as so many days. The longer poem goes on to tell that when 
 the time came for him to return to the earth he felt that no one would 
 believe his tale of what had happened to him, and he begged the 
 Fairy Queen to give him some token. As the greatest gift in her 
 power she bestowed upon him the gift of soothsaying. There is a 
 tradition also that even after his return to mortal life he was still 
 subject to the beck and call of the elf queen, and that one day as he 
 was merrymaking among his friends some one came up and reported 
 that a hart and hind from a near-by forest were walking quietly 
 down the village street. Immediately Thomas left the company, 
 and, together with the deer, disappeared from view over the brow 
 of a neighboring ridge. He was never seen again. It was a fairy 
 summons, the good folk of the country say, and Thomas Rhymer 
 has dwelt in fairyland from that day to this. 
 
 There are five versions of the ballad. The one first printed in 
 Jamieson's Popular Ballads (1806) is given here. 
 
 59: 1. True Thomas. Thomas Rhymer is frequently so called; 
 occasionally also he is designated as Thomas the Rhymer. Yond: 
 see page 46, line 15, and note. 
 
 61:57. Ye maun hold your tongue. Seven years (see stanzas 5 
 and 16) would be a long time to refrain from talking. 
 
 61:6i. Even cloth. Smoothly finished cloth, as distinguished 
 from the familiar homespun. 
 
NOTES 145 
 
 FAIR MARGRET (Page 62) 
 
 Under the general title of Proud Lady Margaret Professor Child 
 prints five versions of this ballad. He was the first to publish Fair 
 Margret, which he found, with two other ballads, in a manuscript 
 made by Alexander Laing of Brechin (1829). Laing prefaced his 
 manuscript with the statement that the ballads were taken down 
 from the recitation of old people. 
 
 THE JOVIAL HUNTER OF BROMSGROVE (Page 63) 
 
 The Jovial Hunter of Bromsgrove was taken down by Jabez Allies 
 from the recitation of an old man named Benjamin Brown, and was 
 first published in 1845 in a pamphlet bearing the title The Jovial 
 Hunter of Bromsgrove, Home the Hunter, and Robin Hood. Later 
 Allies incorporated it in a work called The British. Roman, and Saxon 
 Antiquities and Folk-lore of Worcestershire, Bromsgrove being a parish 
 and ancient market town of that county. There are five other ballad 
 versions of the story. Sir Lionel and Hugh the Graeme are other 
 knights of whom the story is told. 
 
 64: 18. Full into. Far within. 
 
 64:33. A wild woman who lives in a forest and makes pets of dan- 
 gerous beasts is a favorite terror in medieval folk-lore. In some 
 variations of the story there is a giant in place of the wild woman. 
 
 66:48. They both. Sir Ryalas and his "gay lady." There is no 
 intimation given that Sir Ryalas married the lady of the tree- top, 
 but the imagination easily leaps to that conclusion. In memory of 
 the encounter Sir Ryalas has adopted the boar's head as part of his 
 coat of arms and it is carved on his tomb. 
 
 KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY (Page 65) 
 
 This ballad, while not old in this form, found its way into print 
 comparatively early, appearing as a broadside some time between 
 1672 and 1683. The theme of the story is very old, coming originally 
 from the far east and being known in one guise or another in all lit- 
 eratures. Sometimes it is a sultan who propounds the riddles to a 
 subject, sometimes a bishop demands the answers from a minor 
 priest of whom he is jealous; but always it is a man of power who 
 
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 puts them to one of lower rank. In many instances, as here, the 
 latter is completely baffled, and is forced to trust to the native wit 
 of some peasant or servant for deliverance from his predicament. 
 There is no historical foundation for the ballad; King John and the 
 Abbot of Canterbury were merely convenient and familiar names 
 to use in an old and popular tale. 
 
 65:i2. The king is jealous of the abbot's wealth and influence. 
 Though the story is pure fiction as applied to King John and this 
 nameless abbot, yet that a king could fear the power of a wealthy 
 churchman is well shown in the story of Henry the Eighth and Cardi- 
 nal Wolsey and of the latter's propitiatory gift to his sovereign of 
 the great palace of Hampton Court. 
 
 66:23. How long . . . the world about. Not, as it might seem 
 at first reading, how long I shall live, but how long it would take me 
 to ride around the earth. 
 
 66:40-41. Notice these lines repeat lines 16 and 17. Compare 
 stanza n with 5, and 12 with 6. This repetition is common in the 
 ballads. See Young Beichan and King Estmere for other examples. 
 
 67:51. Learn, in the sense of teach, now considered incorrect, was 
 once accepted by all classes of society. Shakespeare uses it in many 
 places, throughout his plays. Perhaps the best known passage is: 
 
 Sweet prince, you learn me noble thankfulness. 
 
 Much Ado About Nothing, Act IV., Scene 1, line 30. 
 
 67:45. In a German story the answer to a similar question is eight 
 and twenty pence. The riddles and answers in this ballad are types 
 of those to be found in all such tales. In one story the questioner 
 asks "How many days have elapsed from Adam to our time?" and 
 the answer is "Seven, for as soon as seven are gone they begin again." 
 Another question was "How far is it from earth to heaven?" and 
 its answer "One leap, as proved by Satan's fall." To the query 
 "Of what am I thinking?" one impertinent wit replied "More of 
 your own interest than of mine!" 
 
 ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN (Page 73) 
 
 Robin Hood and Little John and Robin Hood and the Golden Arrow 
 differ in form from other ballads in this collection in that they 
 
NOTES 147 
 
 have middle rhyme in the third line of the stanza. Ballads in this 
 style lack not only the simplicity but much of the dignity of the older 
 form; nevertheless they have an indisputable swing, and the light- 
 ness of their rhythm seems peculiarly appropriate to their half- 
 serious, half-ludicrous content. The earliest known version of this 
 ballad dates from about 1680; the version given here is taken from 
 A Collection of Old Ballads (1723). Its story bears out most fully 
 the statement in the Sloane Manuscript, which declares of Robin 
 Hood that " wheresoever he heard of any that were of unusual strength 
 or 'hardines', he would desgyse himself, and rather than fayle, go 
 lyke a beggar to become acquainted with them; and, after he had 
 tryed them with fyghting, never give them over tyl he had used 
 means to draw (them) to lyve after his fashion." See Robin Hood 
 and The Curtal Friar. 
 
 74:23. Good b'w'ye. Good (or God) be with ye: good-by. 
 
 74:28. Quoth. Past tense of the obsolete verb queihe meaning 
 to say or to speak. Though the subject of the original form could 
 either precede or follow the verb; the subject of quoth as used for 
 several centuries, invariably follows it. We never find he quoth, 
 or the stranger quoth; it is always quoth he, or quoth the stranger. 
 
 74:29. Right Nottingham play. I'll show you how we do this thing 
 in Nottinghamshire. Nottingham (the old Saxon Snodengahame) 
 is the county seat of Nottinghamshire, one of the Midland counties 
 of England. Sherwood Forest lies some ten miles to the north of 
 Nottingham, and the sheriff of Nottingham (see Robin Hood and 
 the Golden Arrow and Robin Hood and the Butcher) is Robin's 
 natural foe. 
 
 74:31. Goose-wing. Surely not more that a feather from a goose- 
 wing. 
 
 76:87. Thorn. Hawthorn bush or tree. The word would need 
 no explanation in England or Scotland, where it commonly carries 
 this meaning. Cf. Burns' line 
 
 Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale. 
 
 76:98. Scot-free. The dictionary says that a scot is a tax or a 
 fine. To go scot-free therefore means literally to go untaxed, but in 
 ordinary usage, as here, it means to go unpunished. 
 
 76:105. My livery. Robin Hood's band commonly went clad in 
 " Lincoln green." 
 
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 ROBIN HOOD AND THE GOLDEN ARROW (Page 78) 
 
 The date of this ballad is uncertain. It is taken from an old col- 
 lection entitled Robin Hood's Garland, printed in London without 
 a date. 
 
 79:35. David of Doncaster. Not one of the better-known of 
 Robin Hood's followers. Doncaster is an old town about thirty-five 
 miles due north of Nottingham, lying between Sherwood Forest 
 and that region in Yorkshire where Robin Hood is supposed to have 
 had a second " try s tell- tree." 
 
 80:50. Lincoln green. Lincoln, the county seat of Lincolnshire, 
 is only about twenty miles east of Sherwood Forest. It was formerly 
 noted for dyestuffs, especially for green. Robin Hood and his band 
 wore this color as least likely to betray them in the forest. See page 
 76, line 105, and note. 
 
 80:52. Several. Differently. 
 
 80:53. Perceive. Recognize. 
 
 81:85. Fellow. Equal or match. 
 
 81:89. Dead. Certain, as sure as death. After sure, dead gives 
 no additional idea, yet we still talk occasionally of something being 
 dead-sure. 
 
 ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR (Page S3) 
 
 In an old manuscript the title of this ballad is Robin Hood and 
 Friar Tuck. The jolly friar has a very small part in the ballads — 
 none at all in the older ones, — though we usually think of him as 
 one of the band in Sherwood. This version dates from the latter 
 part of the seventeenth century. 
 
 83:6. Some would use artillery. Some would try their skill at 
 shooting. Artillery: bows and arrows. 
 
 83:13. Will Scadlock. Will Scarlet (sometimes written Scathlock). 
 
 84:23. A curtal friar. The vegetable garden of a monastery was 
 frequently called a curtile, and the monk in charge of it was a cur- 
 tiler, or curtilarius. Our curtal friar means then a curtiler friar, that 
 is, a monk who serves as kitchen-gardener for his convent. Fountains 
 Abbey. A Cistercian monastery near Ripon in Yorkshire, now "the 
 most extensive and the most picturesque monastic ruin in England." 
 (Baedeker.) 
 
NOTES 149 
 
 84:30. By Mary free. Robin Hood's devotion to the Virgin is 
 conspicuous in the older ballads and in the Gest of Robyn Hode. 
 In this latter poem we are told that he was accustomed to hear 
 three masses daily : 
 
 The one in the worship of the Fader, 
 
 And another of the Holy Gost, 
 The thirde of our dere Lady, 
 
 That he loved allther most. 
 
 84:45-47. A strange costume for a curtal friar! 
 86:89. Passing well. Surpassingly well, with surpassing skill. 
 88:136. Kept. Caught. 
 
 88:159. Nottingham. Nottinghamshire (i. e., Sherwood Forest), 
 not the town of Nottingham. 
 
 ROBIN HOOD AND ALLIN A DALE (Page 89) 
 
 In an old Life of Robin Hood belonging to the end of the sixteenth 
 or the beginning of the seventeenth century (Sloane MS.), this story 
 is told, not of Allin a Dale, but of Will Scarlet. There are various 
 spellings of Allin a Dale. The ballad is copied from a broadside of 
 the latter part of the seventeenth century. 
 
 89:23. Nick the miller's son. Presumably Midge. 
 
 92:92. Ask'd in the church. That is, the banns (the notice of the 
 intended marriage) must be read three times, in accordance with 
 the law. Of course, it is meant that they shall be read at three dif- 
 ferent services, on three successive Sundays, so that every one in the 
 parish may know of the approaching ceremony, and, if there be any 
 just cause why it should not take place, there may be time to have 
 this cause made known. But Little John asked them, or published the 
 banns, seven times in as many minutes. 
 
 92:98. Quire. An old spelling of choir. It is still permissible, 
 but rarely used. Cf. quier, page 51, line 114. 
 
 ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH AND BURIAL (Page 93) 
 
 There is no reason assigned, in this account of Robin Hood's death, 
 for his cousin's treacherous action. There is another version, more 
 fragmentary, but based more closely on the story as told in the Gest, 
 
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 that tells of a knight, Sir Roger of Denkesly (or Doncaster), com- 
 monly called Red Roger, who had great influence over the prioress, 
 and who persuaded her to her evil act. In the ballad given here, 
 Robin dies quietly within Kirkly-Hall; in the other he tries to escape 
 through a shot-window, when Red Roger, too cowardly to attack 
 him while he had his strength, comes up and "thrusts him through 
 the milk-white side." Robin does not die at once, however, but 
 manages to cut Red Roger's head from his shoulders. Then Little 
 John, who arrives too late to defend his master, begs, as here, to be 
 allowed to burn Kirkly, but Robin refuses to countenance such a 
 revenge. 
 
 Martin Parker, in the ballad that he calls A True Tale of Robin 
 Hood, agrees that Robin went 
 
 Unto a nunnery, with intent 
 For his health's sake to bleed, 
 
 but takes the blame for his death off the prioress' shoulders and as- 
 cribes it to a "faithless fryer," a "treacherous leech." Yet the 
 prioress is not left entirely out of the story, for we are that told that 
 
 His corpes the priores of the place, 
 
 The next day that he dy'd, 
 Caused to be buried, in mean case, 
 
 Close by the highway side. 
 
 And over him she caused a stone 
 
 To be fixed on the ground; 
 An epitaph was set thereon, 
 
 Wherein his name was found. 
 
 This woman, though she did him hate, 
 
 Yet loved his memory; 
 And thought it wondrous pitty that 
 
 His fame should with him dye. 
 
 This epitaph, as records tell, 
 Within this hundred years, 
 
 By many was discerned well, 
 But time all things outweares. 
 
NOTES 151 
 
 KINMONT WILLIE (Page 98) 
 
 Scott alone of the early ballad collectors gives us Kinmont Willie, 
 and his zeal for its preservation was unquestionably due to the fact 
 that its hero — Sir Walter Scott of Branxholm, the Laird of Buc- 
 cleuch — belonged to his own family of Scotts, though he was not the 
 poet's direct ancestor. 
 
 Kinmont Willie was a notorious Border raider, some fifty years 
 of age at the time of this exploit. The English had often sought to 
 take him, but he had never been captured in fair fight. Towards 
 the end of Queen Elizabeth's reign the English Warden of the West 
 Marches was Lord Scroop; the Scottish, Sir Walter Scott, Laird of 
 Buccleuch. Many wrongs came before these wardens for settlement, 
 and minor disputes were in many instances referred to deputies 
 when the wardens themselves were busied "in regard to their Princes' 
 service, or their ain private distractions." On one occasion Robert 
 Scott of Hanyng, deputy for Buccleuch, and a Mr. Sakelde (or Sal- 
 kelde) of Cumberland, deputy for Lord Scroop, met on the boundary 
 line between the two countries for the transaction of business. Ac- 
 cording to custom, a truce was proclaimed to cover the actual time 
 of meeting and enough time thereafter to enable both the principals 
 and their respective followers to gain their homes. Relying upon 
 this truce, Kinmont Willie (whose real name was William Armstrong 
 of Kinmouth), after attending upon Scott at the conference, rode 
 towards home with only three or four companions. Sakelde — the 
 "fause Sakelde" of the ballad — seeing this much- wanted man so 
 unguarded, broke the truce, and pursuing him with some two hun- 
 dred horsemen, made him prisoner and carried him to Carlisle. The 
 outrage was at once reported to Buccleuch, who demanded of Sakelde 
 that he release his prisoner. Sakelde replied that so important a 
 captive could not be given over at the will of a deputy, but that the 
 question must be decided by the English warden. Buccleuch ap- 
 pealed to Lord Scroop, setting forth the case very clearly and prov- 
 ing that Sakelde had been at fault and had captured Armstrong 
 through a dishonorable breach of the truce. Scroop regretted the 
 mode of capture, but refused to free the prisoner without an express 
 order from his queen. Buccleuch then took the matter up with the 
 English ambassador to Scotland, who " wrote furiously to the Lord 
 Scroop for the redress of the matter." At length, when all other 
 
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 methods of procedure had failed, Scotland's king made demand of 
 the English queen for Armstrong's release, but the issue hung fire 
 for so long that Buccleuch, weary of waiting, and learning that Car- 
 lisle was surprisable, decided to effect a rescue. The ballad tells 
 the story. 
 
 98:4. Haribee. A place just outside of Carlisle used by the Eng- 
 lish wardens as the official scene of execution for Border trespassers. 
 In The Lay of the Last Minstrel William of Deloraine says, when 
 asked if he can read, 
 
 Letter nor line know I never a one, 
 Were 't my neck-verse at Hairibee. 
 
 99: 1 2. Liddel-rack. The ford of the river Liddel, which here forms 
 part of the boundary between England and Scotland. 
 
 99:29. Keeper. Warden; in this case Lord Buccleuch of Branx- 
 holm. Branxholm (or Branksome) is near Hawick in Roxburghshire, 
 and still belongs to the Buccleuch family. 
 
 99:33. Ta'en the table. Struck the table a blow. 
 
 100:64. Stobs. A Border castle not far from Branxholm. The 
 Elliots, the Armstrongs and the Scotts were in many enterprises 
 together. 
 
 101:65. Marchmen. Dwellers on the Border. 
 
 101:75. Broken men. Men of no clan; outlaws; vagabonds. 
 
 101:76. Woodhouse-lee, or Woodhouselee. A Border estate be- 
 longing to Buccleuch. 
 
 101:77. 'Bateable land. A small tract on the extreme western 
 Border, claimed by both England and Scotland. Without settled 
 government, its inhabitants were, for the most part, wild and law- 
 less. The land was parted between the two countries in 1552. 
 
 102:95. Dickie of Dryhope. Richard Armstrong of Dryhope, a 
 relative of Kinmont Willie. 
 
 102:io2. Staneshaw-bank. See haw in the glossary. Staneshaw- 
 bank would mean a low, stony bank, and was probably the name 
 given to a certain ford of the river Eden. 
 
 102:in. Fire. Lightning. 
 
 102: 1 18. Lead. The lead roof; frequently written leads. 
 
 103:124. "O wha dare meddle wi' me? " a well-known Border 
 tune. 
 
 103:145. B- e d Rowan. One of the Armstrongs of Rowanburne. 
 
NOTES 153 
 
 103:146. Teviotdale. The Teviot is a tributary of the Tweed. 
 Hawick is the chief town on its bank. Branxholm is in Teviotdale. 
 
 104:156. I wot. Compare with page 22, line 14; page 24, line 76, 
 and note to 23:44. 
 
 104:i7o. The storm had swollen the stream beyond its banks. 
 
 106:179. True. Trust. 
 
 106:183. Wan water. Treacherous water. 
 
 JOHNNY ARMSTRONG'S LAST GOOD-NIGHT (Page 105) 
 
 There are three versions of this ballad known, the one chosen being 
 taken from an old broadside. Johnny Armstrong of Gilnockie is 
 noted in history as well as in ballad. The Armstrongs were a family 
 powerful from the fourteenth to the sixteenth century in Liddesdale 
 and the Debatable Land. Their chiefs raided the Scotch as well 
 as the English border, and their large numbers — they controlled 
 three thousand horsemen — placed them beyond the reach of the law. 
 James V. of Scotland in 1530 undertook the pacifying of his own 
 Borders, and imprisoned or executed many of the defiant leaders. 
 Among others he sought John Armstrong of Gilnockie. The story 
 as told in the ballad is strictly in accordance with the facts: Armstrong 
 foolishly flaunted his power before the king and was ordered to instant 
 death, and his property was confiscated. He was hanged, and all 
 his retinue with him, on growing trees along the highroad from Hawick 
 to Langholm. "The country people," Scott writes, "believe that, 
 to manifest the injustice of the execution, the trees withered away." 
 
 105 14. Vaguely accusatory of the king and court. 
 
 105:5. Westmoreland. Probably corrupted from "west moor 
 land." Westmorland is an English county, and could not be 
 meant here. 
 
 106:29. Guiltknock Hall. Armstrong's border tower in Eskdale. 
 Cf . Gilnockie above. 
 
 106:39. Mov'd. Removed, doffed. 
 
 106:41. "John Armstrong made great offers to the King. That 
 he would sustain himself, with forty gentlemen, ever ready at his 
 service, on their own cost, without wronging any Scottishman; Sec- 
 ondly, that there was not a subject in England, duke, earl or baron, 
 but, within a certain day, he should bring him to his majesty, either 
 quick or dead." It was all of no avail. "At length he, seeing no 
 
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 hope of favor, said very proudly, 'It is folly to seek graee at a grace- 
 less face.'" (Pittscottie's Chronicles of Scotland.) 
 
 107:69. The same stanza occurs in Sir Andrew Barton: 
 
 Ffight on, my men, sayes Sir Andrew Barton, 
 
 I am hurt, but I am not slain; 
 Tie lay me down and bleed awhile, 
 
 And then Tie rise and ffight again. 
 
 BEWICK AND GRAHAME (Page 108) 
 
 The story centers about an interesting custom of the days of chiv- 
 alry, whereby two knights became " sworn brothers," or "brothers 
 in arms," by the taking of a solemn oath of affection and support. 
 Such a bond was held peculiarly sacred, and to break it was an un- 
 mitigated disgrace; hence Christy Grahame's dilemma when called 
 upon to fight either his sworn brother or his father. The ballad has 
 long been a favorite. There are numerous broadside and stall-copies 
 of about the year 1700. 
 
 108 :i. Grahame or Graham (Graeme in the Scottish copies). The 
 family was a numerous and powerful one, first heard of in Menteith. 
 The older branch of the family remained in that locality, but certain 
 Graemes settled in the Debatable Land, where they were by turns 
 English and Scotch, but always wild and ungovernable. When at 
 last the two countries were united under one king and the power 
 of the Border chieftains was broken forever, these Graemes were 
 banished to Ireland and their return forbidden under pain of death. 
 The incident in this ballad (which Scott places late in the sixteenth 
 century) must have taken place at a time when the Graemes were 
 on friendly terms with the English and at enmity with the Scotch. 
 Cf. stanza 55. 
 
 108:2. Sir Robert Bewick. "Bewick is an ancient name in Cum- 
 berland and Northumberland " (Scott). 
 
 109: 18. Bully. Comrade, brother, equal in rank. Cf. billie, page 
 48, line 29. 
 
 109:23. He's never have. See page 16, line 32 and note. 
 
 109:27. A crown was a large sum in those days. 
 
 109:32. Wantonly. Easily, carelessly. Old Grahame's mind 
 is so full of the quarrel that he gives no heed to his horsemanship. 
 
NOTES 155 
 
 110:44. A baffled man by thou I be. I am brought to shame on 
 your account. 
 
 110:51. Thou's. Note the use of the contracted future again. 
 
 110:56. Faith and troth to me. To whom I have given my oath; 
 who is my sworn brother. 
 
 110:57. Limmer loon. Contemptible rascal. 
 
 112:97. Learn'd them well. Compare with page 67, line 51, 
 and note. 
 
 112:114. Of thy bullyship let me be. Say no more of our bully- 
 ship; put aside the question of our relationship. 
 
 113:135. Compare this stanza with 14. See note to 66:40. 
 
 114:170. An ackward stroke. A back-handed stroke. Cf. our 
 modern word awkward. 
 
 116:217. Ladderdale. Scott has Liddesdale. Either Lauderdale 
 or Liddesdale would be on the Scottish side of the Border, Liddesdale 
 close to the English side, Lauderdale only about twenty miles south 
 of Edinburgh. With either reading, Lord Grahame's meaning is 
 that he and his son together would have been more than a match 
 for forty Scotchmen. 
 
 THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN (Page 116) 
 
 In 1388 the Scots, having been long observant of the unsettled 
 conditions prevailing in the northern counties of England, crossed 
 the Border in two parties, the larger directed towards Carlisle, the 
 smaller moving down towards the east. This latter force, composed 
 of some three thousand men under the command of James, the second 
 Earl of Douglas, harried the country until it reached Durham, and 
 then, returning, surrounded Newcastle, where a sharp skirmish took 
 place. The Scots were unable to take the castle, but Douglas suc- 
 ceeded in gaining possession of a lance and pennon belonging to Sir 
 Henry Percy (nicknamed Hotspur), the eldest son of the Earl of 
 Northumberland. Tauntingly, he shook it aloft, crying that he 
 would carry it home to adorn his own tower of Dalkeith. Percy 
 retorted that he would win it back before Douglas could cross the 
 Border — that he would take it from Douglas's tent that very night. 
 But word was brought in that there were forty thousand Scots in 
 England, and a rumor spread that Douglas's band was only a decoy 
 to draw the Percy forces from the castle out to the open fields, where, 
 under the cover of darkness, they would be set upon by the whole 
 
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 Scottish force. Hotspur's friends, therefore, would not permit him 
 to attempt the fulfilling of his word; the night passed, and Douglas 
 remained the possessor of the pennon, moving onward about noon. 
 Percy made no move until he had learned through messengers that 
 the larger part of the Scottish army was occupied at Carlisle and little 
 likely to send any reinforcements to the Douglas; then he collected a 
 large force (some say ten thousand men) and marched northward. 
 By this time Douglas was encamped at Otterburn, where a castle 
 and its dependent village gave promise of rich plunder. Percy at- 
 tacked him there, and the battle was fought at night. At times one 
 side, at times the other, seemed to have the advantage. During a 
 part of the engagement, it is told, the darkness was so deep that the 
 contestants did not know whether they were striking down friends 
 or foes. At length Douglas, armed with a heavy iron mace, rushed 
 into the thickest of the fight, shouting "Douglas! Douglas!" and call- 
 ing his men to follow him. He was struck down by three spears 
 at once, and fell mortally wounded. "I die like my forefathers," 
 he said, "in a field of battle, not on a bed of sickness. Conceal my 
 death, advance my standard, and avenge my fall!" Had it been 
 daylight, the first of those orders could hardly have been carried 
 out, but under cover of the darkness few knew what had happened. 
 Raising the rallying cry these few instilled new fire into their country- 
 men, and pressed harder against the English, who had joined battle 
 wearied by a long day's march and who now began to give way. 
 By daybreak they were in full retreat, leaving behind them both 
 Harry Percy and his brother Ralph as prisoners of war. 
 
 There are six ballad versions of The Battle of Otterburn, The one 
 given here is taken from Scott's Border Minstrelsy. 
 
 116 :i. Lammas tide. Lammas is a corruption of loaf -mass, a 
 harvest festival, or festival of first fruits, formerly celebrated about 
 the first of August. 
 
 116:3. Doughty Douglas. From the time of Robert Bruce who, 
 dying, commanded Sir James Douglas to carry his heart to the Holy 
 Land — a command which was not fulfilled though Sir James died 
 trying to obey it — the Douglas family plays a prominent part in 
 Scottish history. In connection with the Border troubles we find 
 one William Douglas, Sir James's nephew, made Warden of the 
 Marches about 1356; it was William's son, another James Douglas, 
 who figures in this battle. 
 
NOTES 1 57 
 
 116:5. The Gordons were an illustrious family, belonging originally 
 to the Border but later settling in Aberdeenshire and Inverness. 
 The Gordon of this ballad is Sir John of Gordon. He had fought 
 in many Border battles and lost his life in this one. The Graemes. 
 One branch of this family has already been referred to in Bewick and 
 Grahante. The Graemes of this ballad are not the Graemes of the 
 Debatable Land, but the elder branch of the districts of Lennox 
 and Menteith; these never swerved from their Scottish allegiance. 
 
 116:6. The Lindsays. Another ancient Scottish family. Ac- 
 cording to Froissart, there were three Lindsays at Otterburn — Sir 
 William, Sir James and Sir Alexander. 
 
 116:7. Tne Jardines wad na with him ride. "The Jardines were 
 a clan of hardy West-Border men. Their refusal to ride with Douglas 
 was probably the result of one of those perpetual feuds which usually 
 rent to pieces a Scottish army." (Scott.) 
 
 117:9. The dales of Tyne. The Tyne is a river of northeastern 
 England. 
 
 117: 10. Bambrough shire. One of the three districts of Northum- 
 berland. 
 
 117: 1 1. Reidswire fells. "Swair, or swire, signifies the descent 
 of a hill; and the epithet Red is derived from the color of the heath. " 
 (Scott.) The Reidswire fells were on the way to Newcastle, being 
 in southern Roxburgh. Roxburgh was at this time in the hands of 
 the English. 
 
 117:13. Newcastle. The chief city of Northumberland. It was 
 called Monkchester in the Saxon period, from the number of mon- 
 asteries it contained. Its present name dates from the building 
 there of a New Castle in the eleventh century, by Robert Curthose. 
 
 117:i7. Lord Percy. William and Serlo de Percy came to Eng- 
 land with William the Conqueror, who gave to the elder brother vast 
 estates in different parts of the country; especially in the north and 
 east do we find the family exercising great power throughout English 
 history. The Percy of the battle of Otterburn was Sir Henry Percy 
 (not Lord Percy, for an earl's son was not called Lord at this time), 
 the son of Henry Percy, the first Earl of Northumberland. As told 
 above, he was called Hotspur, a name bestowed upon him by the Scots 
 with whom he was engaged in numerous contests. He fought his first 
 battle at the age of twelve, and from that time on his spur was said 
 to be never cold. His impetuous nature is well known from Shake- 
 
158 NOTES 
 
 speare's portrayal of him in King Henry the Fourth and King Richard 
 the Second. 
 
 117:35. Flesh and fell. Flesh and skin. 
 
 117:36. Your sword. The lance mentioned above. 
 
 118:37. Otterburn. A small stream about thirty miles northwest 
 of Newcastle. 
 
 118:39. Percy intends to follow Douglas and win back the sword. 
 
 118:57. High on Otterburn. Fawdon Hill, near the castle of 
 Otterburn, is an eminence "on which may yet be discerned the vestiges 
 of the Scottish camp." (Scott.) 
 
 119:7i. Yestreen. As a matter of fact, several days elapsed be- 
 tween the siege of Newcastle and the battle of Otterburn. 
 
 119:73. A dreary dream. Scott transcribes Godscroft's account 
 of the battle, making Douglas say, just before his death, "It is an 
 old prophecy that a dead man shall gain a field, and I hope it will be 
 accomplished this night." 
 
 119:74. The Isle of Skye. A rocky island to the west of Scotland. 
 
 119:92. Sir Hugh Montgomery. The eldest son of John, Lord 
 Montgomery. Both father and son fought at Otterburn, and accord- 
 ing to Froissart it was the father and not the son who made Hotspur 
 prisoner. That Sir Hugh was slain in the battle, and in the manner 
 described in the next ballad, is attested by Crawford's Peerage, 
 quoted by Percy. 
 
 121:123. Earl Percy. Not the earl, but the earl's son. (Cf. 
 stanza 5.) 
 
 121:139. A poetic conception, but not true to fact. Douglas's 
 body was carried back to Scotland and buried in Melrose Abbey. 
 
 121:140. Percy's captivity was not of long duration. He was 
 free again and back in command of the English Marches before July, 
 1389, and in October of that year he received a new royal commission 
 greatly enlarging his powers. The money paid for his ransom en- 
 abled Lord Montgomery to build the castle of Polnoon at Eaglesham 
 in Ayrshire. 
 
 THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT (Page 121) 
 
 (Chevy Chase) 
 
 "The old song of Chevy Chase is the favorite ballad of the common 
 people of England; and Ben Jonson used to say, he had rather have 
 
NOTES 159 
 
 been the author of it than of all his works." (Addison, in The Specta- 
 tor, No. 70, on The Ballad of Chevy Chase.) 
 
 This version of the ballad is from a manuscript in the Bodleian 
 Library at Oxford, and was printed in Percy's Reliques. Obviously, 
 The Battle of Otterbum and Chevy Chase have much in common. 
 From the standpoint of historic accuracy, the former is to be pre- 
 ferred; but in bold simplicity, and in vivid picturing of the days of 
 Border warfare, Chevy Chase is unsurpassed. 
 
 121:i. Percy. See note 117 117. 
 
 121:4. Cheviot hills cross the Border, being partly in Northumber- 
 land and partly in Roxburghshire. The game was more abundant 
 in the Scottish range. Hunting was permitted across the border 
 providing the warden on the other side consented. Very often the 
 consent was not asked; the risk of being caught added to the lure of 
 the sport. 
 
 121:5. Doughty Douglas. See note 116:3. 
 
 122: 10. Let that hunting. Prevent that hunting. 
 
 122:14. Shires three. " Three districts in Northumberland, which 
 still go by the name of shires and are all in the neighborhood of 
 Cheviot. They are Islandshire, Norehamshire, and Bamborough- 
 shire." (Percy.) 
 
 122:17-18. These lines are unnecessary to the sense of the story 
 and serve merely as padding to complete the stanza. They are stock 
 phrases, often repeated. Cf. stanza 51. 
 
 123:40. Look'd at his hand full nigh. He was the first to see 
 what was nigh at hand; i. e., the approach of Douglas and his men. 
 
 123:49. Tweed. A river forming part of the boundary between 
 England and Scotland. 
 
 123:50. Tividale. A contraction for Teviotdale, just as Chevy 
 means Cheviot. 
 
 123:6 1. Chase. Hunt. 
 
 124:79. Upon a part. Apart, aside. 
 
 124 192. The ballad here first grows confused as to facts. Henry IV. 
 did not ascend the throne until 1399, while this incident presumably 
 took place in 1388. 
 
 126 : 1 24. Many stern they stroke. Many a strong blow they struck 
 down straight. 
 
 126:130. Of fine Milan. Of fine Milan workmanship. The cut- 
 lery of Milan was famous in the Middle Ages. 
 
160 NOTES 
 
 126:138. Jamie our Scottish king. Another error. The Scottish 
 king at this time was Robert III.; no James had as yet sat upon the 
 throne. But the five kings who ruled Scotland from 1406 to 1542 — 
 through the heart of the ballad period — were all called James. The 
 name was applied indiscriminately to any Scottish king. 
 
 127:148. Of a mighty wane. Wane here means ane, a man. The 
 whole expression means an arrow shot by a strong man, an arrow shot 
 with terrific force. 
 
 127:159. "That beautiful line, 'taking the dead man by the hand/ 
 will put the reader in mind of ^Eneas' behavior towards Lausus, whom 
 he himself had slain as he came to the rescue of his aged father." 
 (Addison, in The Spectator, No. 70, on The Ballad of Chevy Chase.) 
 
 127:176. Hotspur was not killed in this battle, but lived to ex- 
 perience high favor from Henry IV., and later to rebel against that 
 monarch and fall in the battle of Shrewsbury, 1403. 
 
 128:i86. To the hard steel. To the steel head. 
 
 128:201. Took here means strove, see take in the Glossary. 
 
 129:214. Bishop Percy vouches for the correctness of the names 
 that follow as belonging to prominent Border families on either side. 
 
 130:262. Battle of Homildon. Homildon is in Glendale, one of 
 the six wards of Northumberland. The battle fought here in 1402 
 had no connection with the battle of Otterburn. The statement 
 that Homildon was fought to avenge Percy's death is odd as both 
 Percy and his father fought there, taking prisoner Archibald Douglas, 
 a first cousin of the James Douglas killed at Otterburn. 
 
 131:268. That e'er began this spurn! This line is merely a lament 
 to pad out the rhyme. 
 
 131:270. As Otterburn is about thirty miles from Newcastle 
 in England, and Percy was on a foray in Teviotdale, Scotland, the 
 old men apparently did not know the ground well enough. 
 
GLOSSARY 
 
 A, surely, certainly, verily 
 
 a', all 
 
 able, suitable, of suitable rank 
 
 aboon, above 
 
 ackward, backward, backhanded 
 
 ae, one 
 
 aff, off 
 
 aft, oft, often 
 
 ain, one, own 
 
 alane, alone 
 
 amain, with force, quickly 
 
 amang, among 
 
 an, if 
 
 an, but an, and also 
 
 ane, one 
 
 aneath, beneath, underneath 
 
 auld, old 
 
 ava, if all, at all, of all 
 
 avow, vow 
 
 awa, away 
 
 ba>, ball 
 
 bairn, child 
 
 bale, trouble, infirmity, misfor- 
 tune 
 
 bandogs, dogs kept chained be- 
 cause of their fierceness 
 
 bane, bone 
 
 bare-houghed, bare-kneed 
 
 basnet, helmet 
 
 bauld, bold 
 
 bedone, adorned, wrought 
 
 beforn, before 
 
 belive, straightway, at once, in 
 
 a short time 
 bent, field, field covered with 
 
 bent grass 
 bete, abate, relieve, amend 
 bickered, hastened about 
 bigly, commodious, comfortable, 
 
 pleasant to live in 
 bill, battle-ax 
 billie, brother, comrade; see 
 
 bully 
 birk, birch 
 
 bite, pierce, penetrate 
 blan, blane, paused, rested, lin- 
 gered, stopped 
 blaw, blow 
 blee, tint, hue, color 
 blindit, blinded 
 blude, bluid, blood 
 blyve, same as belive 
 bonnet, the cap worn by the 
 
 Scottish Highlanders 
 bonnie, bonny, pretty, pleasant, 
 
 handsome, goodly 
 bore, a hole made by boring 
 boun, prepare, make ready, go 
 bound, going 
 
 bower, bedchamber, house, home 
 bracken, a kind of coarse fern 
 brae, hillside, river bank 
 brand, sword 
 
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 GLOSSARY 
 
 brash, illness 
 
 braw, brave, fine, handsome 
 
 brayde, at a brayde, at one move- 
 ment, suddenly 
 
 brittling, dismembering, cutting 
 up 
 
 brogues, rough shoes of deer- 
 hide 
 
 brook, enjoy, endure 
 
 bully, brother, companion, equal 
 
 burn, a small stream, brook 
 
 but an, and also 
 
 butt, target 
 
 bygane, ago, gone by 
 
 byre, cow house 
 
 ca', call 
 
 can, did 
 
 canna, cannot 
 
 carp, talk, sing, tell tales 
 
 cast, intend 
 
 casten, cast, hurled 
 
 cauld, cold 
 
 ceserera, an imitation of the 
 
 sound of bells 
 Christenye, Christendom 
 claith, cloth 
 clave, split, slit 
 cleading, cleedin, clothing 
 close, enclosure, private grounds, 
 
 courtyard 
 cloutie, patched garment 
 coffer, a chest for holding either 
 
 clothing or valuables 
 comen, come, arrived 
 corby, crow 
 couldna, could not 
 coulter, plowshare 
 couth, saying, word 
 
 curch, kerchief, covering for the 
 head 
 
 curtal, belonging to a kitchen- 
 garden 
 
 daggie, drizzling 
 
 dee, die 
 
 dey, dairywoman 
 
 dight, doomed, ordained, ready 
 
 dight, oppose, contend with 
 
 dinna, do not 
 
 dint, blow, strike 
 
 do en, betaken one's self 
 
 doughty, brave, valiant 
 
 drave, drove 
 
 dree, hold out, hasten, suffer, 
 
 endure 
 dule, grief 
 
 ee, eye; een, eyes 
 
 ee-bree, eyebrow 
 
 eldern, old 
 
 Erse, the language of the Gaels 
 
 in the Highlands of Scotland 
 erst, first, once 
 even, smooth, well-finished 
 evermair, evermore 
 
 fa', fall 
 
 fadge, a clumsy, unpleasing 
 woman 
 
 faem, foam, sea 
 
 fain, glad, pleased, gladly 
 
 fairlies, wonders, marvels; see 
 farley 
 
 fall, suit, become 
 
 fa'n, fallen 
 
 fare, go 
 
 farley, new thing, novelty, curi- 
 osity; see fairlies 
 
GLOSSARY 
 
 163 
 
 fause, false, untrustworthy, dis- 
 honorable 
 
 fay, faith, honor 
 
 fee, wealth, property, pay 
 
 fell, hillside 
 
 fell, skin 
 
 fend, find, feed, provision 
 
 finikin, handsomely dressed 
 
 firsten, first 
 
 fit, fitt, a division of a song, bal- 
 lad or story 
 
 flang, flung 
 
 flee, fly 
 
 fleyd, frightened, driven away 
 by fear 
 
 flottered, fluttered, floated 
 
 flout, pass by carelessly, mock 
 
 fore-hammer, sledge hammer 
 
 forlorn, lost, forfeited 
 
 fou, a Scottish bushel 
 
 frae, from 
 
 free, spirited, beautiful, noble, 
 gracious, excellent in any way 
 
 freke, bold man; valiant fighter 
 
 fu', full 
 
 furs, furrows, rough ground 
 
 fynde, end, close 
 
 gae, go 
 
 gain, serve, be needful for, suffice 
 gane, gone 
 gang, go 
 
 gar, make, cause, force 
 gat, got 
 gaun, going 
 gear, property, clothes 
 gest, a tale of adventure, a ro- 
 mance 
 gin, if, but 
 
 gi'n, given 
 
 glede, a glowing coal 
 glent, glanced, went quickly 
 goshawk, a short-winged hawk 
 goud, gowd, gold 
 gouden, gowden, golden 
 graithed, dressed, decked out 
 gramarye, magic, the formulas 
 
 of magic 
 grece, fat 
 
 grind, adorn, deck out 
 grissel, gray horse 
 gryte, great, large, fine 
 gurly, angry, tempestuous 
 
 hadna, had not 
 
 hae, have 
 
 halden, held, celebrated 
 
 half-fou, half-bushel 
 
 hame, home 
 
 hangit, hanged 
 
 hap, cover 
 
 harry, to plunder 
 
 hart of grece, fat hart 
 
 haud, hold, keep 
 
 hauled, drew 
 
 haw, haugh, a low river bank 
 
 hent, caught up, seized 
 
 hie, high 
 
 hight, was called, was named 
 
 hight, promise 
 
 hind, courteous, knightly 
 
 hind, noble youth 
 
 hosen, hose, stockings 
 
 hough, knee 
 
 hoyse, hoisted, raised 
 
 ilka, each, every 
 intill, in, into 
 
164 GLOSSARY 
 
 into, in, within 
 ither, other 
 
 I-wis, I-wiss, i-wys, surely, as- 
 suredly, verily 
 
 jaw, wave 
 
 jimp, slender, slim 
 
 kaim, comb; kaimin', combing 
 
 keep, protect, guard, catch 
 
 kell, a woman's headdress made 
 of net 
 
 kemb, comb 
 
 kempe, fighting man, champion 
 
 kempery, fighting 
 
 ken, know; kend, known 
 
 kilt, a close-plaited skirt reach- 
 ing to the knees 
 
 kirk, church 
 
 kirtle, an undergarment, a shirt; 
 a woman's gown; a man's gar- 
 ment like a doublet 
 
 knicht, knight 
 
 kye, cattle 
 
 laird, the owner of a home, a 
 landholder, a lord 
 
 Lammas, loaf -mass: a harvest 
 festival about August first 
 
 lane, alone; my lane, myself 
 alone, her lane, herself alone 
 
 lang, long; think lang, grow 
 weary, be discontented 
 
 lap, leaped, leaped over 
 
 lasten, last 
 
 lavrock, lark 
 
 lawing, reckoning, account, bill 
 
 lawnde, an open glade in a forest 
 
 lear, learning, information, readi- 
 ness of resource 
 
 lease, falsehood, lies 
 
 lee, open plain, uncultivated 
 ground 
 
 let, hinder, prevent, forbid 
 
 letna, let not 
 
 leven, lawn, glade, open space 
 
 licht, light 
 
 lift, sky 
 
 liften, lift, raise 
 
 light, alight 
 
 lightly, set lightly by, set at 
 naught, disdain 
 
 limmer, low, base, contemptible 
 
 lin, stop, stopped, lingered 
 
 liquor, to moisten, drench; liquor 
 thy hide, to draw blood 
 
 lith, give heed, hearken 
 
 lither, lazy, good-for-nothing 
 
 lookit, looked, glanced 
 
 loon, lown, a person of low rank; 
 a general term of disapproba- 
 tion; a rascal, a rogue 
 
 low, blaze, flame, fire 
 
 lown, see loon 
 
 lyff-tenant, lieutenant 
 
 Mahound, Mohammed 
 
 mair, mare, more 
 
 make, mate, consort 
 
 Marches, frontiers or boundaries; 
 especially, the districts along 
 the Border between England 
 and Scotland 
 
 marchmen, dwellers in the Mar- 
 ches; especially those who 
 took part in the Border raids 
 
 march-parties, the Marches 
 
 mark, a sum of money (not a 
 coin) equivalent to 1 60 pennies 
 
maugre, in spite of, in defiance of 
 
 maun, must 
 
 meany, meyne, crowd, troop, 
 following, retinue 
 
 meet, in good condition 
 
 merrymen, followers, compan- 
 ions 
 
 meyne, see meany 
 
 mickle, much, great, many 
 
 middle, waist 
 
 mind on, remember, bear in 
 mind 
 
 mirth, a good story 
 
 mither, mother 
 
 moanf^, moaning, miserable 
 
 Monenday, Monynday, Monday 
 
 monie, money 
 
 moody-hill, molehill 
 
 mort, note blown on a horn to 
 announce the death of a deer 
 
 mote, might, may 
 
 muir, moor 
 
 muir-men, dwellers upon a moor 
 
 myneyeple, a mailed gauntlet 
 
 myrthes, good stories 
 
 na, not 
 
 nae, no 
 
 needna, need not 
 
 neigh, approach, draw near 
 
 neist, next 
 
 nextin, next 
 
 nicked him nay, nicked him of 
 
 nay, refused him 
 no, not 
 noble, a gold coin worth about 
 
 a third of a pound 
 
 oYof 
 
 o'erword, chorus, refrain, burden 
 
 GLOSSARY 165 
 
 ohone, o hone! or och hone! an 
 
 interjection of lamentation 
 ony, any 
 or, before 
 ower, owre, over 
 
 pall, fine cloth, cloak 
 pallions, pavilions, tents 
 paughty, haughty, proud 
 paynim, pagan, heathen 
 pine, pain, suffering, distress 
 pitten, put, thrust 
 plaid, plaidie, a large rectangular 
 piece of woolen cloth, often 
 having a tartan pattern, worn 
 by both sexes in Scotland 
 plaiden, coarse woolen cloth 
 
 diagonally woven 
 plate-jack, armor for the upper 
 body, made of overlapping 
 plates 
 plight, pledge, promise 
 poll-axe, battle-ax 
 pouchie, pouch, purse 
 prestly, quickly, in haste 
 pricked, spurred, sped 
 prins, pins 
 
 quarry, dead game 
 quier, quire, choir 
 quit, avenged, requited 
 
 rack, ford 
 rade, rode 
 
 raking, moving hastily, hasten- 
 ing 
 raw, row 
 
 read, reade, rede, advice, advise 
 reave, reive, rob, plunder 
 
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 GLOSSARY 
 
 reiver, robber 
 
 renisht, accoutered 
 
 richt, right 
 
 rin, run 
 
 rise at, spring from, come from 
 
 rive, tear 
 
 roundelay, a song with an oft 
 repeated refrain 
 
 rout, a crowd; a noisy or dis- 
 orderly crowd 
 
 rung, staff 
 
 's, a sign of the past tense, ab- 
 breviation for has 
 
 's, 'se, a sign of the future tense; 
 an abbreviation for shall 
 
 sae, so 
 
 saft, soft, light 
 
 sair, sore, sorely 
 
 sang, song 
 
 sark, a loose-fitting shirt 
 
 sat, set 
 
 saut, salt 
 
 scantlie, scarcely, hardly 
 
 scot-free, unpunished 
 
 sea-maw, sea gull 
 
 several, differently, variously 
 
 see, protect, care for 
 
 shathmont, the measure from 
 the tip of the extended thumb 
 to the extremity of the palm; 
 a space of about six inches 
 
 shear, several, more than a few 
 
 sheare, slice 
 
 sheen, shining, beautiful; beauti- 
 ful garments 
 
 shent, hurt 
 
 shieling, a herdsman's hut 
 
 shoon, shoes 
 
 shot, charge, cost 
 
 shot-window, a projecting win- 
 dow, a bay window, an oriel 
 window 
 
 sic, such 
 
 siller, silver 
 
 sine, syne, since, then, afterwards 
 
 sith, since 
 
 skaith, scathe, harm, injury 
 
 skeely, skillful 
 
 skinkled, shone, sparkled, glit- 
 tered 
 
 slight, raze to the ground 
 
 slogan, a battle cry or gathering 
 cry of a Scottish clan 
 
 sloken, slake, slaked 
 
 slough, slew 
 
 smock, an undergarment, usually 
 of linen 
 
 snaw, snow 
 
 sowdan, sultan 
 
 spait, flood; especially, a sudden 
 flood or freshet 
 
 spauld, shoulder 
 
 sped, carried to completion 
 
 speir, ask, inquire 
 
 spend, to span, to measure^ 
 hence to get ready 
 
 splent, armor 
 
 sprent, spurted 
 
 spurn, a kick 
 
 stane, stone 
 
 stark, strong 
 
 stean, stone 
 
 stear, fright 
 
 steek, stitch 
 
 stint, stop, loiter 
 
 stound, a short time, a moment 
 
 stour, tumult, conflict, battle 
 
stown, stolen 
 
 strake, struck 
 
 swak, swap, smite 
 
 swat, sweat 
 
 swith, quickly 
 
 syne, since, afterwards, then 
 
 tae, one (t'ae) 
 
 take, strike, deliver a blow 
 
 talent, a coin, or the worth of the 
 
 coin 
 tane, one, the one 
 tauld, told 
 tear, pull 
 
 teen, sorrow, danger 
 tett, lock of hair 
 thae, those, these 
 than, else 
 
 thee, thrive, prosper 
 thimber, thick, gross 
 thorough, through 
 tift, puff, gust 
 till, to 
 
 till, coax, entice 
 tint, lost 
 
 tither, the other (t'ither) 
 tone, the one, one 
 took: see take 
 
 tother, other, the other (t'other) 
 traitery, treachery 
 tree, straight piece of rough 
 
 wood 
 troth, faith 
 
 trow, think, believe, know 
 true, trust, put faith in 
 twa, tawe, two 
 twain, two 
 
 twine, coarse cloth, sailcloth 
 twine, part, separate 
 
 GLOSSARY 167 
 
 until, untill, unto, into 
 upstart, started up 
 
 verament, surely, verily, truly 
 void, make way, get out of the 
 way 
 
 wad, would 
 
 wae, woe 
 
 waly, an interjection 
 
 wan, pale, colorless 
 
 wan, past tense of win 
 
 wane, one 
 
 wantonly, gayly, merrily, care- 
 lessly, easily 
 
 wap, wrap, fit closely 
 
 war, spend 
 
 wark, work 
 
 warlock, wizard 
 
 warld, world 
 
 warst, worst 
 
 wat, wet 
 
 weal, to clench so as to leave 
 marks, or wales 
 
 weddeen, wedding 
 
 weeds, clothing 
 
 weel, well 
 
 ween, think 
 
 weet, wet 
 
 weetie, rainy 
 
 wel, very, right 
 
 wend, go 
 
 wha, who 
 
 whar, where 
 
 whatten, what 
 
 whute, whistle 
 
 wi', with 
 
 wight, strong, sturdy, valiant; 
 a strong young man 
 
 win, get 
 
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 GLOSSARY 
 
 win, go, come, make one's way 
 win, to dry or season by exposure 
 
 to the air 
 winna, will not 
 wiss: see I-wis 
 wist, knew 
 withouten, without 
 Wodensday, Wednesday 
 won, get, dwell 
 wonderly, wonderfully 
 wood-wroth, angry to the extent 
 
 of madness 
 
 wot, know, knows 
 
 wouche, evil, harm, injury 
 
 wrang, wrong 
 
 wrang, wrung 
 
 wyld, wild animals, game 
 
 yae, each, every, only, one 
 y-bent, bent 
 
 yestreen, yestereven, last even- 
 ing 
 yont, beyond 
 y-slaw, slain 
 

 
 
 
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TEACHERS' OUTLINES 
 FOR STUDIES IN ENGLISH 
 
 Based on the Requirements for Admission to College 
 
 By GILBERT SYKES BLAKELY, A.M., Instructor in 
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 flected forms; rules for spelling; 2329 lists of synonyms, 
 in which 3518 words are carefully discriminated; answers 
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