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FROM  THE  LIBRARY  OF 

L.    E.    HORNING,  B.A.,  Ph.D. 
(1858-1925) 

PROFESSOR  OF  TEUTONIC 
PHILOLOGY 

VICTORIA  COLLEGE 


Pitt  Press  Series 


OLD    BALLADS 


CAMBRIDGE  UNIVERSITY  PRESS   WAREHOUSE, 
C.  F.  CLAY,  MANAGER. 

Hoirtrott:    FETTER  LANE,   E.G. 
100,  PRINCES  STREET. 


F.   A.  BROCKHAUS. 
#eto  lorfe:    G.  P.  PUTNAM'S  SONS. 
ISombag  anU  Calcutta:    MACMILLAN  AND  CO.,  LTD. 


[All  Eights  reseived.~\ 


OLD    BALLADS 


Edited  by 
FRANK    SIDGWICK 

Editor  of  "Ballads  and  Poems  illustrating  English  History,' 
"  Popular  Ballads  of  the  Olden  Time,"  etc. 


CAMBRIDGE  : 

at  the  University  Press 

1908 


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CTainbritrgr: 

PRINTED    BY   JOHN   CLAY,    M.A. 
AT    THE    UNIVERSITY   PRESS. 


PREFACE 

NOTHING  is  more  difficult  in  preparing  a  book  of 
this  kind  than  the  selection  of  a  title.  In  the 
present  case  the  title  is  the  simplest  possible;  but  it 
needs  a  word  of  explanation.  A  companion  volume, 
published  last  year,  included  certain  of  the  popular 
ballads  which  deal  with  historical  events ;  the  present 
volume  almost  exhausts  the  rest  of  our  national  stock 
of  ballads,  in  so  far  as  they  can  be  conscientiously 
adapted  to  school  purposes.  Many  of  the  best  have  of 
necessity  been  omitted,  for  one  reason  or  another ;  but 
enough  good  material  is  here,  it  is  hoped,  to  stimulate 
interest  in  a  form  of  literature  which  is  only  now  be- 
ginning to  be  utilised  for  educational  purposes.  With 
such  an  object  in  view,  an  editor  of  popular  ballads 
must  be  allowed  powers  of  deletion  and  alteration 
which  in  a  scientific  work  would  be  reprehensible,  and 
I  have  therefore  freely  revised  the  texts;  but  I  have 
not  gone  so  far  as  to  alter  popular  assonances  into 
rhymes,  nor  have  I  changed  the  peculiarities  of  Scottish 
orthography,  as  the  language  is  a  vital  part  of  these 
ballads.  It  would  be  impossible,  for  instance,  to  trans- 
late into  equally  effective  English  the  last  two  lines  of 
The  Two,  Corbies.  In  compensation,  I  have  modernised 
four  or  five  excellent  long  ballads  from  their  seven- 
teenth-century spelling  in  the  Percy  Folio  MS. — e.g. 
The  Lord  of  Learne,  The  Heir  of  Linne,  Will  Stewart 
and  John,  and  Thomas  o'  Pott, — the  two  latter,  I 
believe,  for  the  first  time. 


VI  PREFACE 

The  Introduction  is  an  attempt  to  put  before  pupils 
in  simple  language  an  explanation  of  the  fundamental 
difference  between  popular  literature  and  the  other 
kind.  The  teacher  will  easily  be  able  to  enlarge  on 
the  subject  by  suggesting  parallels,  from  Homer  to 
nursery  rhymes.  As  to  the  ballads  themselves,  they 
are  above  all  things  intended  to  be  learnt  by  heart; 
and  I  suggest  that  their  strong  dramatic  qualities 
enable  them  to  be  recited  in  dramatic  form,  with 
narrator  or  spokesman,  and  a  number  of  characters 
according  to  the  personae  of  each  ballad.  Some  of  the 
longer  ones  have  been  divided  into  parts;  or,  rather, 
I  have  indicated  a  few  points  here  and  there  at  which 
the  ballad-dramatist  drops  his  curtain  with  the  phrase 
"  Let  us  now  leave  talking  "  of  so-and-so,  and  raises  it 
again  with  "  Let  us  talk  more  "  of  some  one  else. 

Not  too  much  stress  has  been  laid  in  the  Notes  on 
comparisons  with  ballads  and  tales  in  other  languages ; 
it  is  better  for  the  pupil  himself  to  evolve  parallels 
from  his  own  reading  of  so-called  "fairy-tales,"  folk- 
tales or  Marchen.  Selections  from  Grimm  or  Perrault, 
and  Dasent's  Tales  from  the  Norse,  might  well  be  read 
simultaneously  with  these  ballads,  in  order  to  stimulate 
curiosity  and  research  in  this  direction. 

The  textual  notes  are  for  the  most  part  simply 
explanatory,  and  as  a  rule  philology  goes  no  further 
than  a  hint  at  derivatives  still  in  common  use. 


F.  S. 
May,  1908. 


CONTENTS 

PAGE 

INTRODUCTION 1 

OLD  BALLADS 13 

The  Lord  of  Learne   .....  13 

Young  Bekie 28 

The  Twa  Sisters  of  Binnorie      ...  34 

King  Estmere 38 

The  Heir  of  Liniie 48 

Barbara  Allan 53 

Lord  Randal 54 

Fair  Annie  of  Bough  Boyal       ...  55 

The  Gay  Goshawk      .....  60 

Thomas  Bymer 64 

Edward 66 

The  Twa  Corbies 68 

The  Bailiff's  Daughter  of  Islington   .        .  69 

Young  Benjie 71 

The  Lyke-Wake  Dirge         ....  75 

The  Demon  Lover 76 

Fair  Helen  of  Kirconnell    .                 .         .  78 

The  Bonny  Earl  of  Murray        .         .         .  79 

Bonnie  George  Campbell    ....  80 

.The  Twa  Brothers 81 


Vlii  CONTENTS 

PAGE 

Fair  Annie 83 

The  Cruel  Brother 87 

Young  Waters 90 

Brown  Adam 92 

King  Edward  and  the  Tanner  of  Tamworth    .  94 

Will  Stewart  and  John 101 

Bewick  and  Grahame 114 

Dick  o'  the  Cow 122 

John  o'  the  Side 131 

Sir  Hugh  in  the  Grime 137 

The  Braes  of  Yarrow 139 

Sir  Patrick  Spence 142 

The  Gardener 144 

Thomas  o'  Pott  145 


NOTES 


161 


INTRODUCTION. 

BEFORE  beginning  to  read  the  ballads  contained  in 
this  book,  it  is  necessary  to  understand  quite  clearly 
what  a  ballad  in  the  strict  sense  of  the  word  is ;  because 
the  name  has  been  applied,  in  one  spelling  or  another, 
to  many  different  things. 

'  Derivation  of  the  word  Ballad. — It  is  derived  from 
a  late  Latin  word  ballare,  to  dance ;  and  it  will  be  very 
important  to  remember  this  original  meaning.  Thence 
the  Latin  ballatio,  and  its  derivatives  balada  in  Pro- 
ven9al,  and  balade  in  early  French,  mean  'a  song 
intended  as  the  accompaniment  to  a  dance/  Then  it 
came  to  mean  simply  a  song ;  and  to  the  Elizabethans 
ballates,  ballades,  etc.,  merely  signified  any  simple 
sentimental  or  romantic  song  of  the  day,  set  to  a  tune 
regularly  repeated  for  each  verse.  Moreover  the  name 
was  applied  to  other  forms  of  composition;  what  we 
call  the  '  Song  of  Songs '  was  called  the  '  Ballet  of 
Ballets  of  Solomon'  in  the  Bishops'  Bible  of  1568;  and 
above  all,  in  the  sixteenth  and  seventeenth  centuries, 
a  ballad  or  ballet  meant  a  popular  topical  song,  sung 
in  simple  metre  to  a  well-known  tune,  celebrating  or 
attacking  some  famous  or  notorious  person.  The  idea 
of  song  in  the  word  ballad  remained  current  till  late  in 
s.  1 


2  INTRODUCTION 

the  eighteenth  century,  and  it  was  so  used  by  such 
writers  as  Addison  and  Johnson.  At  the  same  time, 
however,  the  modern  use  of  the  word  was  beginning  to 
come  into  existence;  but  it  was  usually  necessary  to 
qualify  it  with  the  adjective  '  old/  '  The  old  ballads/ 
then,  meant  a  number  of  songs,  short,  lively,  written  in 
verses  usually  of  four  lines  each  and  in  a  simple  metre, 
sung  to  popular  tunes,  and  narrating  a  popular  story. 
Many  such  songs  it  was  the  custom  to  publish  as 
'broadsides7 — single  sheets  of  paper  with  the  verses 
printed  only  on  one  side,  so  that  they  could  be  used 
(as  they  often  were)  for  pasting  on  the  walls  of  rooms 
or  houses.  These  broadsides  were  sold  in  the  streets 
and  in  country  towns  and  villages  by  professional 
singers  and  pedlars,  who  were  accustomed  first  to 
advertise  their  ballads  by  singing  them,  and  then  to 
sell  them  for  a  penny  per  copy  to  the  crowd  they  had 
attracted.  But  the  term  'old  ballads'  today  is  not 
sufficient  for  students  of  literature,  because  it  would 
imply  the  inclusion  of  all  sorts  of  songs  which  at  one 
time  or  another  have  been  generally  alluded  to  as 
1  ballads';  and  therefore  it  is  now  customary  to  call 
them  'popular  ballads'  or  'traditional  ballads/  So 
much  for  the  history  of  the  word.  It  is  now  necessary 
to  learn  exactly  what  is  meant  by  a  'popular'  or 
'  traditional '  ballad. 

Traditional  Literature.— A  baby  learns  a  certain 
amount  before  it  is  able  to  read.  As  soon  as  it  can 
talk,  it  reproduces  words  and  phrases  which  it  has 
heard  spoken  by  others;  and  a  little  later  stories  are 
told  to  it  from  memory  or  are  read  to  it  out  of  a  book. 
In  other  words,  before  the  child  acquires  the  power  of 
reading  for  itself,  its  knowledge  of  language  and  its 


INTRODUCTION  o 

acquaintance  with  literature  are  obtained  by  'oral 
tradition7 — that  is,  by  having  those  words,  phrases, 
stories,  etc.,  handed  on  by  word  of  mouth.  Of  the  two 
physical  methods  of  transmitting  language — speaking 
and  writing — the  child  avails  itself  first  of  the  oral 
method. 

Now  it  is  broadly  true  to  say  that  the  growth  of 
the  mind  of  a  child  resembles  the  growth  of  the  mind 
of  a  people  or  nation.  Those  who  are  unable  to  read 
have  the  compensation  of  learning  by  heart,  often 
more  easily  than  those  who  can  read ;  and  this  is  true 
not  only  of  primitive  people  in  days  before  books  were 
common,  or  before  books  existed  at  all,  but  also  of 
illiterate  people,  such  as  are  still  to  be  found  in  many 
an  English  village.  These  people  may  be  called  '  un- 
lettered/ but  they  cannot  be  called  ignorant;  and  if 
they  possess  knowledge  and  yet  cannot  read,  whence 
and  how  has  their  knowledge  come  ?  Obviously  from 
other  people,  by  '  oral  tradition ' — as  in  the  case  of  the 
child. 

The  word  *  Popular.' — We  have  been  speaking  of 
the  '  people '  above,  both  those  who  are  '  primitive '  in 
history  and  those  who  are  'primitive'  in  their  know- 
ledge. A  moment's  thought  will  show  that  the  English 
adjective  'popular'  is  derived  from  the  Latin  populus, 
people ;  and  its  true  meaning  is  '  that  which  belongs 
to,  or  appeals  to,  the  people ' ;  the  derivation  thence  of 
its  modern  sense  of  'that  which  is  a  favourite  with 
every  one'  can  easily  be  followed.  Nowadays,  when 
one  speaks  of  a  '  popular  person,'  one  is  understood  to 
mean  a  person  who  is  everybody's  hero  and  favourite, 
and  a  'popular  song'  is  the  song  which  every  one 
knows.  But  in  speaking  here  of  the  '  popular  ballad,' 

1—2 


4  INTRODUCTION 

the  older   meaning   must  be  applied — we  mean  'the 
ballads  that  belong  to  the  people/ 

Popular  or  Traditional  Ballads. — We  can  now 
translate  this  expression  as  follows : — '  Simple  narrative 
songs  that  belong  to  the  people  and  are  handed  on  by 
word  of  mouth.'  But  this  definition  demands  further 
explanation. 

In  the  first  place,  how  can  a  song  be  said  to  'belong 
to  the  people '  ?  To  understand  this,  we  must  go  back 
in  imagination  to  very  early  times,  not  forgetting  that 
the  word  ballad  contains  the  idea  of  dancing. 

When  people  are  gathered  together  to  perform 
some  labour,  especially  any  piece  of  work  where  all 
must  move  together — for  example,  rowers  at  the  oars 
of  a  galley,  fishermen  hauling  in  their  nets,  sailors 
round  the  capstan-bars,  men  reaping  corn,  women 
weaving  at  the  loom  or  even  spinning — it  is  natural 
and  essentially  human  to  accompany  such  rhythmic 
motions  with  the  voice.  When  a  mariner  hauls  on  a 
rope,  he  says  '  Heave-ho ! '  When  one  is  in  a  swing, 
one  is  inclined  to  sing  in  time  to  the  movement  of 
the  body.  This  innate  desire,  that  the  voice  should 
accompany  the  moving  limbs  rhythmically,  has  always 
existed  in  the  human  race;  and  mankind  gave  vent 
to  it  in  the  earliest  days,  transferring  to  festivals — 
originally  forms  of  worship  derived  from  daily  occu- 
pations— the  song  which  accompanied  those  motions; 
hence  came  festal  dance  and  song,  intimately  con- 
nected. 

This  is  the  beginning  of  rhythm,,  which  is  the 
parent  of  verse.  Imagine  a  festival  taking  place  in 
the  childhood  of  the  world ;  some  community  or  clan 
are  singing  and  dancing  together  joyously.  Of  what 


INTRODUCTION  5 

are  they  to  sing?  We  may  suppose  something  has 
happened  in  their  clan — one  of  their  number,  let  us 
say,  has  slain  a  man  belonging  to  another  clan.  They 
make  up  a  song,  narrating  this  event ;  some  one  speaks 
a  line,  another  adds  a  second  line,  another  a  third,  and 
so  on.  When  they  have  had  enough  of  it,  it  stops. 
Who  is  the  author  ?  Every  one  who  has  helped ;  the 
song  is  made,  not  by  one  poet,  but  by  the  people;  and 
the  song  ' belongs  to  the  people/  and  it  is  a  'simple 
narrative/ 

The  song  has  been  made,  but  it  is  not  yet  f  tradi- 
tional/ We  must  next  suppose  that  the  result  is 
satisfactory;  those  who  have  made  it  and  those  who 
have  heard  it  carry  it  in  their  memories.  At  the  next 
festival,  or  on  any  occasion  which  chances  to  recall  it, 
one  of  the  clan  begins  to  recite  or  sing  the  song  again. 
Is  it  likely  that  he  should  remember  it  exactly  as  it 
was  sung  first?  Enquiry  would  no  doubt  show  that 
most  of  those,  who  were  present  when  it  was  made, 
recollect  different  versions  of  the  song ;  the  main  facts 
of  the  story  will  be  there  in  all  versions,  but  neverthe- 
less there  will  be  differences  between  the  song  as 
remembered  by  one  man  and  as  remembered  by 
another.  And  suppose  there  are  ten  different  versions 
of  the  same  song  current  in  one  generation,  how  many 
might  there  not  be  in  the  course  of  years?  Against 
this  chance  of  variation,  it  is  true,  we  must  set  the  fact 
that  primitive  memories  are  as  a  rule  good  and  exact ; 
but  they  are  not  in  practice  good  enough  to  transmit 
traditional  verse  without  variations. 

Thus  the  popular  ballad  is  born,  and  thus  by  oral 
tradition  it  is  distributed  in  ever-widening  circles  and 
in  numerous  forms  over  an  unlimited  area.  Remember- 


6  INTRODUCTION 

ing  our  original  supposition,  that  the  birth  of  s 
ballads  and  popular  stories  took  place  in  prehistoric 
times,  we  shall  be  able  to  understand  more  easily  why 
it  is  that  one  can  find  ballads  and  folk-tales  telling  the 
same  story  in  many  different  languages.  Nearly  all 
the  ballads  in  this  book  exist  in  other  languages; 
G-erman,  French,  and  especially  Scandinavian,  Nor- 
wegian, Swedish,  and  Danish.  And  we  must  not  jump 
to  the  conclusion  that  therefore  one  of  our  ballads 
must  be  a  translation  of  a  ballad  which  happens  to 
tell  the  same  story  in  another  language ;  it  is  doubtless 
nearer  the  truth  to  suppose  that  the  ballad  existed 
before  the  languages  separated  one  from  another. 

Subject-matter  of  Traditional  Ballads. — It  is  now 
obvious  that  any  piece  of  history  treated  as  a  ballad 
stands  a  great  chance  of  being  corrupted  by  tradition1 
until  it  can  scarcely  be  recognised  for  history  at  all ; 
so  that  we  find  the  earliest  ballads  to  be  those  which 
are  not  historical;  rather  they  narrate  or  illustrate 
phases  of  early  civilisation.  We  might  say  they  begin 
with  mere  jests  and  riddles;  then,  romantic  tales  are 
grafted  thereon,  success  in  winning  a  husband  or  a 
wife  being  made  to  depend  on  guessing  or  answering 
such  riddles.  This  leads  us  to  ballads  of  kinship 
and  pure  romance;  next,  ballads  of  superstition — 
miraculous  transformations,  witches,  ghosts,  fairies  and 
other  supernatural  agencies.  Legendary  ballads  are 
made  out  of  popular  tales  from  the  classics  or  from 
sacred  tradition,  and  some  ballads  (cf .  Thomas  Rymer) 
appear  to  have  been  fashioned  about  the  fifteenth 
century  out  of  the  verse  romances.  As  might  be 

1  See  my  Ballads  and  Poems  illustrating  English  History,  Pitt 
Press  Series,  1907. 


INTRODUCTION  7 

expected,  some  of  the  latest  ballads  are  those  com- 
posed about  historical  events  so  comparatively  recent 
that  we  can  apply  to  them  the  test  of  independent 
records ;  but  even  these  we  must  admit  as  '  traditional ? 
on  the  strength  of  the  fact  that  we  find  them  existing 
in  the  mouths  of  the  people  in  more  or  less  varying 
versions. 

The  End  of  Traditional  Ballads. — '  Tradition  dies 
hard';  that  is  to  say,  it  takes  a  long  time  for  the 
human  race  to  forget  traditional  legends  entirely.  Con- 
sider for  a  moment  how  much  the  memories  of  men 
have  been  affected  by  the  invention  of  printing  in  five 
hundred  years;  and  balance  against  that  consideration 
this  other — that  the  mere  fact  of  a  piece  of  tradition, 
story  or  verse,  being  printed,  preserves  it  from  entire 
oblivion.  Here  is  the  dilemma ;  if  you  record  in  black 
and  white  such  a  tradition  (hitherto  handed  down 
orally),  you  presumably  prevent  it  from  disappearing 
altogether — but  the  mere  fact  that  you  do  so  record 
it  renders  the  chance  of  its  still  continuing  in  oral 
tradition  very  small,  because  there  is  no  use  in  tasking 
the  mind  to  remember  things  which  are  on  record  and 
can  therefore  be  re-learnt  when  necessary. 

Traditional  ballads,  then,  may  be  said  to  have 
begun  to  perish  as  soon  as  they  began  to  be  written 
down  or  printed.  On  the  other  hand,  it  is  being  proved 
today  that  even  in  twentieth-century  England  it  is  still 
possible  to  find  old  villagers,  people  of  the  humblest 
and  most  illiterate  class,  who  can  sing  certain  old 
English  ballads,  having  learnt  them  orally  from  their 
parents,  who  learnt  them  from  theirs.  Quite  recently 
a  ballad  has  been  taken  down,  from  the  singing  of 
Lincolnshire  peasants,  which  narrates  an  event  known 


8  INTRODUCTION 

to  have  taken  place  in  the  fifteenth  century; 
ballad  has  survived  in  the  memories  of  an  illiterate 
class,  without  being  written  down,  for  four  hundred 
years ! 

Methods  of  Corruption. — Traditional  literature,  of 
course,  is  far  more  liable  to  alteration  and  corruption 
than  written  or  printed  literature.  In  the  following 
ballads  many  instances  will  be  found,  where  something 
has  obviously  gone  wrong;  and  while  sometimes  it 
is  easy  to  put  it  right,  it  is  just  as  often  impossible  to 
guess  what  the  ballad  originally  said.  Certain  words, 
for  example,  fall  out  of  use,  and  their  meaning  is  for- 
gotten; what  do  the  ballad-singers  do?  In  one  case 
they  will  retain  the  word  without  understanding  it — 
and  this  often  leads  to  mis-pronunciation  or  alteration 
into  a  similar  sound;  in  another  case  they  will  sub- 
stitute for  the  old  word  the  new  word  which  has  come 
into  use — and  this  often  means  something  more  or  less 
different.  The  schoolboy  who  had  been  told  that  the 
Equator  was  'an  imaginary  line  running  round  the 
earth'  did  not  know  what  'an  imaginary  line'  was, 
but  he  remembered  the  sound  of  the  words;  and 
thus,  when  asked  what  the  Equator  was,  replied, 
'A  menagerie  lion  running  round  the  earth.'  This 
illustrates  one  method  of  corruption  in  oral  tradition, 
and  in  studying  popular  ballads  we  must  always  be 
prepared  to  find  such  corruptions. 

Characteristics  of  Popular  Ballads.— It  will  be 
convenient  to  note  a  few  of  the  most  prominent 
features  of  popular  ballads — those  which  help  to  dis- 
tinguish them  from  other  kinds  of  verse. 

In  the  first  place  the  ballad  is  a  narrative;  it  sets 
out  to  tell  a  story,  and  it  tells  it,  by  hook  or  by  crook, 


INTRODUCTION  9 

as  shortly  and  economically  as  it  can.  Read  the  first 
lines  of  a  number  of  ballads,  and  you  will  see  that  they 
waste  no  time  in  getting  to  business.  As  it  starts  with- 
out preface,  so  it  ends  without  epilogue;  the  story  is 
seldom  finished  before  the  last  verse.  We  shall  see 
that  this  feature  can  occasionally  be  made  a  test  of  the 
genuineness  of  a  ballad ;  where  we  find  (say)  a  couple 
of  verses,  drawing  a  moral  at  the  end  of  a  ballad,  we 
must  suspect  them  of  being  an  addition. 

A  ballad,  economical  of  words  as  it  is,  often  repeats 
itself — sometimes  a  line,  sometimes  a  verse,  sometimes 
a  series  of  verses.  Especially  characteristic  is  what 
is  called  ' incremental  repetition';  that  is,  repetition 
where  some  new  feature  is  added  each  time. 

Again,  ballads  have  acquired  a  kind  of  vocabulary 
and  phraseology  of  their  own,  and  are  full  of  conven- 
tional expressions  or  '  commonplaces/  A  few  examples 
will  suffice.  The  ballad-town  is  f  Linne ' ;  Linne  some- 
times has  a  mayor;  the  mayor  has  a  daughter  fair; 
and  she  has  '  twa  marys '  or  two  maids,  '  to  keep  her 
from  thinking  lang'  (that  is,  from  thinking  the  time 
long,  in  days  when  two  maids  diverted  you  with  their 
conversation) ;  if  she  wishes  to  send  a  message,  there 
was  sure  to  be  a  'bonny  boy/  or  a  c kitchen  boy/  at 
hand  'to  run  her  errand  soon';  if  she  finds  it  necessary 
to  stab  herself  or  some  other  person,  she  always  has  a 
' wee  penknife'  which  'hangs  low  down  by  her  gair' 
(that  is,  by  the  'gair'  or  gore  of  her  skirt,  the  gore 
being  the  cloth  cut  to  fit  the  side  of  the  skirt).  When 
a  man  approaches  a  house,  if  there  is  no  'proud 
porter'  to  be  bribed  'with  gold  and  fee/  the  visitor 
has  to  'tirl  at  the  pin'  (rattle  the  latch).  Boys  who 
go  errands  '  slack  their  shoes  and  run/  and  when  they 


10  INTRODUCTION 

come  to  a  river  (usually  the  bridge  is  broken),  th< 
'bend  their  bows  and  swim/ 

These  are  only  a  few  of  the  most  frequent  ccoi 
monplaces'  in   ballads,  but  plenty  of  others  equally 
picturesque  and  naive  will  be  found. 

A  conventional  omission,  also  very  common, 
that  of  the  speaker's  name;  a  ballad  will  suddenly 
plunge  into  conversation  without  telling  you  who  is 
supposed  to  be  speaking.  This,  of  course,  is  a  natural 
consequence  of  the  singing  or  recitation  of  ballads,  for 
the  narrator's  voice  can  easily  show  the  change  of 
speaker  dramatically;  but  it  is  not  always  easy  or 
even  possible  to  guess  the  speaker  when  reading  a 
ballad  for  the  first  time. 

These  various  characteristics  will  be  found  to 
pointed  out  in  the  Notes  as  they  occur. 

Sources  of  the  Texts. — We  must  now  say  some- 
thing as  to  the  sources  whence  we  get  the  texts  of  our 
ballads.  Firstly,  there  are  printed  sources — beginning 
with  the  'broadsides'  mentioned  above;  but  these  do 
not  as  a  rule  go  back  much  before  the  seventeenth 
century,  and  even  then  they  were  usually  re- written  in 
a  poor  style  for  the  broadside  press.  The  printing  of 
collections  of  ballads  did  not  begin  until  more  than  a 
century  later;  but  in  1765  came  the  first  really  im- 
portant work  on  the  subject. 

This  was  called  Reliques  of  Ancient  English  Poetry, 
collected  by  Thomas  Percy,  afterwards  Bishop  of 
Dromore;  and  in  addition  to  the  extraordinary  effect 
the  book  produced  at  the  time,  '  Percy's  Reliques '  has 
remained  popular  ever  since.  Ballads  had  at  no  time 
lacked  a  champion;  but  towards  the  end  of  the 
eighteenth  century  English  poetry  had  become  highly 


INTRODUCTION  11 

artificial,  and  the  Reliques  may  be  said  to  have  been 
the  first  step  in  the  direction  of  assisting  it  back  to 
simpler  forms.  The  book  strongly  influenced  Sir  Walter 
Scott — who  at  the  age  of  thirteen  forgot  his  dinner,  so 
entranced  was  he  with  his  first  perusal  of  the  Reliques — 
Wordsworth,  and  Coleridge,  all  of  whom  played  im- 
portant parts  subsequently  in  the  revival  of  a  simple 
and  natural  style  of  poetry. 

But  it  is  interesting  to  observe  that  Percy  found  it 
necessary  to  apologise  for  the  roughnesses  and  crudities 
of  the  ballads,  and  not  only  to  re- write  and  '  correct ' 
these,  '  the  more  obsolete  poems/  but  also  to  add  '  little 
elegant  pieces ' — of  Elizabethan  verse,  for  instance — in 
order  to  make  the  Reliques  acceptable.  His  ballads 
were  printed  from  many  sources ;  he  copied  some  from 
collections  of  broadsides,  and  some  were  sent  him, 
written  down  from  tradition.  But  he  possessed  another 
and  most  valuable  source  of  ballad-texts.  This  leads 
us  to  the  manuscript  sources. 

In  the  first  half  of  the  seventeenth  century,  a  man 
(who  is  thought  to  have  been  a  Lancashire  man,  from 
his  dialect  and  spelling)  wrote  down  in  a  tall  narrow 
manuscript  book  a  very  large  number  of  traditional 
ballads,  romances,  and  poems.  We  must  recollect  that 
at  this  date — roughly  1650 — this  man  would  probably 
be  regarded  as  eccentric,  for  caring  at  all  about  old 
poetry ;  England  was  still  full  of  glorious  new  poetry. 
His  manuscript  does  indeed  contain  a  few  songs  of  his 
own  day,  but  far  the  greater  portion  consists  of  old  and 
traditional  verse.  We  do  not  know  whence  he  got 
it,  but  it  was  most  probably  written  down  from  the 
recitations  of  people  who  knew  the  poems  by  heart. 

About    a    hundred    years    later,    this    manuscript 


12  INTRODUCTION 

volume  belonged  to  a  gentleman  at  whose  house  the 
young  Thomas  Percy  used  to  visit;  the  gentleman 
did  not  value  the  book,  and  his  servants  used  to  light 
fires  with  pages  torn  from  it.  Percy  was  already 
interested  in  old  poetry,  and  begged  it  from  his  friend. 
Afterwards  he  used  it  to  help  him  in  making  the 
Reliques,  though  he  altered  its  texts  freely,  and  even 
tore  some  pages  out  (including  King  Estmere)  to  send 
to  the  printer  of  the  Reliques.  These  pages  have  of 
course  disappeared,  and  we  shall  never  know  what  was 
written  on  them,  or  how  much  Percy  altered  their 
contents  to  print  in  his  book.  But  the  manuscript, 
torn  and  incomplete  as  it  is,  still  remains  one  of  the 
ballad-collector's  most  valuable  documents.  After  long 
concealment  in  private  hands,  it  is  now  safe  in  the 
British  Museum,  where  it  can  be  seen  any  day  ex- 
hibited in  a  case  in  the  King's  Library.  Such  is 
Percy's  'Folio  Manuscript.' 

There  are  also  other  valuable  manuscripts  made  by 
collectors  of  ballads  from  tradition,  chiefly  Scottish; 
but  everything  that  is  of  value  in  these,  as  well  as  the 
whole  of  the  *  Percy  Folio,'  has  now  been  printed,  and 
ballad-students  who  wish  to  find  new  texts  must  now 
either  ransack  old  books  and  manuscripts  in  the  hopes 
of  finding  something  hitherto  overlooked,  or  must  go, 
as  they  still  may  go  with  reasonable  hope  of  success, 
to  the  ultimate  sources  of  all  popular  ballads,  the 
mouths  and  memories  of  the  people. 


OLD  BALLADS 

THE  LORD   OF  LEARNE 

[PART   I] 

It  was  the  worthy  lord  of  Learne, 

He  was  a  lord  of  a  high  degree; 
He  had  no  more  children  but  one  son, 

He  set  him  to  school  to  learn  courtesy. 

Learning  did  so  proceed  with  that  child — 

I  tell  you  all  in  verity- 
He  learned  more  upon  one  day 

Than  other  children  did  on  three. 

And  then  bespake  the  school-master, 

Unto  the  lord  of  Learne  said  he,  10 

"I  think  thou  be  some  stranger  born, 
For  the  Holy  Grhost  remains  with  thee." 

He  said,  "I  am  no  stranger  born, 

Forsooth,  master,  I  tell  it  to  thee, 
It  is  a  gift  of  Almighty  God 

Which  He  hath  given  unto  me." 

The  school-master  turn'd  him  round  about, 
His  angry  mind  he  thought  to  assuage, 

For  the  child  could  answer  him  so  quickly, 
And  was  of  so  tender  year  of  age.  20 


OLD   BALLADS 

The  child,  he  caused  a  steed  to  be  brought, 

A  golden  bridle  done  him  upon ; 
He  took  his  leave  of  his  schoolfellows, 

And  home  the  child  that  he  is  gone. 

And  when  he  came  before  his  father, 

He  fell  low  down  upon  his  knee, 
"My  blessing,  father,  I  would  ask, 

If  Christ  would  grant  you  would  give  it  me. 

"Now  God  thee  bless,  my  son  and  my  heir, 
His  servant  in  heaven  that  thou  may  be !      30 

What  tidings  hast  thou  brought  me,  child, 
Thou  art  comen  home  so  soon  to  me?" 

"  Good  tidings,  father,  I  have  you  brought, 

Good  tidings  I  hope  it  is  to  me; 
The  book  is  not  in  all  Scotland, 

But  I  can  read  it  before  your  eye." 

A  joyed  man  his  father  was, 

Even  the  worthy  lord  of  Learne; 
"Thou  shalt  go  into  France,  my  child, 

The  speeches  of  all  strange  lands  to  learn."    40 

But  then  bespake  the  child  his  mother — 
The  lady  of  Learne  and  then  was  she — 

Says,  "  Who  must  be  his  well-good  guide, 
When  he  goes  into  that  strange  country  ? " 

And  then  bespake  that  bonny  child 

Until  his  father  tenderly, 
Says,  "Father,  I'll  have  the  hend  steward, 

For  he  hath  been  true  to  you  and  me." 


THE   LORD   OF   LEAKNE  15 

The  lady  to  counsel  the  steward  did. take, 

And  counted  down  a  hundred  pounds  there,        50 

Says,  "  Steward,  be  true  to  my  son  and  my  heir, 
And  I  will  give  thee  mickle  mere." 

"If  I  be  not  true  to  my  master,"  he  said, 

"  Christ  himself  be  not  true  to  me  ! 
If  I  be  not  true  to  my  lord  and  master, 

An  ill  death  that  I  may  die ! " 

The  lord  of  Learne  did  apparel  his  child 
With  brooch,  and  ring,  and  many  a  thing; 

The  apparel  he  had  his  body  upon, 

They  say  was  worth  a  squire's  living.  60 

The  parting  of  the  young  lord  of  Learne 

With  his  father,  his  mother,  his  fellows  dear, 

Would  have  made  a  man's  heart  for  to  change, 
If  a  Jew  born  that  he  were. 

The  wind  did  serve,  and  they  did  sail 

Over  the  sea  into  France  land: 
He  used  the  child  so  hardly, 

He  would  let  him  have  never  a  penny  to  spend. 

And  meat  he  would  let  the  child  have  none, 

Nor  money  to  buy  none  truly;  70 

The  boy  was  hungry  and  thirsty  both ; 
Alas !   it  was  the  mo»e  pity. 

He  laid  him  down  to  drink  the  water 
That  was  so  low  beneath  the  brim ; 

He  was  wont  to  have  drunk  both  ale  and  wine, 
Then  was  fain  of  the  water  so  thin. 


16  OLD  BALLADS 


And  as  he  was  drinking  of  the  water 

That  ran  so  low  beneath  the  brim, 
So  ready  was  the  false  steward 

To  drown  the  bonny  boy  therein.  80 

"  Have  mercy  on  me,  worthy  steward ! 

My  life,"  he  said,  "lend  it  to  me! 
And  all  that  I  am  heir  upon," 

Says,  "I  will  give  unto  thee." 

Mercy  to  him  the  steward  did  take, 
And  pulFd  the  child  out  of  the  brim; 

Ever  alack !   the  more  pity, 

He  took  his  clothes  even  from  him. 

Says,  "  Do  thou  me  off  that  velvet  gown, 

The  crimson  hose  beneath  thy  knee,  90 

And  do  me  off  thy  cordivant  shooii 
Are  buckled  with  the  gold  so  free. 

"Do  thou  me  oif  thy  satin  doublet, 

Thy  shirtband  wrought  with  glistering  gold, 

And  do  ;me  off  thy  golden  chain 
About  thy  neck  so  many  a  fold. 

"Do  thou  me  off  thy  velvet  hat 

With  feather  in  that  is  so  fine, 
All  unto  thy  silken  shirt 

That 's  wrought  with  many  a  golden  seam."    100 

The  child  before  him  naked  stood, 

With  skin  as  white  as  lily  flower; 
For  his  worthy  lord's  beauty 

He  might  have  been  a  lady's  paramour. 


THE   LOUD   OF   LEARNE  17 

He  put  upon  him  a  leather  coat, 

And  breeches  of  the  same  beneath  the  knee, 
And  sent  that  bonny  child  him  fro, 

Service  for  to  crave,  truly. 

He  pulled  then  forth  a  naked  sword 

That  hanged  full  low  then  by  his  side,  no 

"  Turn  thy  name,  thou  villain/'  he  said, 

"Or  else  this  sword  shall  be  thy  guide." 

"  What  must  be  my  name,  worthy  steward  ? 

I  pray  thee  now  tell  it  me." 
"Thy  name  shall  be  poor  Disaware, 

To  tend  sheep  on  a  lonely  lea." 

The  bonny  child,  he  went  him  fro, 

And  looked  to  himself  truly, 
Saw  his  apparel  so  simple  upon; 

0  Lord!   he  weeped   tenderly.  120 

Unto  a  shepherd's  house  that  child  did  go, 
And  said,  "  Sir,  God  you  save  and  see  ! 

Do  you  not  want  a  servant  boy 

To  tend  your  sheep  on  a  lonely  lea?" 

"  Where  was  thou  bgrn  ? "   the  shepherd  said, 
"  Where,  my  boy,  or  in  what  country  ? " 

"  Sir,"  he  said,  "  I  was  born  in  fair  Scotland 
That  is  so  far  beyond  the  sea." 

"I  have  no  child,"  the  shepherd  said, 

"  My  boy,  thou'st  tarry  and  dwell  with  me ;    130 
My  living,"  he  said,  "and  all  my  goods, 

I'll  make  thee  heir  of  after  me." 

8.  2 


18  OLD  BALLADS 

And  then  bespake  the  shepherd's  wife, 
To  the  lord  of  Learne  thus  did  she  say, 

"Go  thy  way  to  our  sheep/'  she  said, 

"And  tend  them  well  both  night  and  day.' 

It  was  a  sore  office,  0  Lord,  for  him 

That  was  a  lord  born  of  a  great  degree! 

As  he  was  tending  his  sheep  alone, 

Neither  sport  nor  play  could  he.  140 

[PART  u] 

Let  us  leave  talking  of  the  lord  of  Learne, 

And  let  all  such  talking  go; 
Let  us  talk  more  of  the  false  steward 

That  caused  the  child  all  this  woe. 

He  sold  this  lord  of  Learne  his  clothes 
For  five  hundred  pounds  to  his  pay  there, 

And  bought  himself  a  suit  of  apparel, 
Might  well  beseem  a  lord  to  wear. 

When  he  that  gorgeous  apparel  bought 

That  did  so  finely  his  body  upon,  150 

He  laughed  the  bonny  child  to  scorn 
That  was  the  bonny  lord  of  Learne. 

He  laughed  that  bonny  boy  .to  scorn ; 

Lord !   pity  it  was  to  hear ! 
I  have  heard  them  say,  and  so  have  you  too, 

That  a  man  may  buy  gold  too  dear. 

When  that  he  had  all  that  gorgeous  apparel 

That  did  so  finely  his  body  upon, 
He  went  a  wooing  to  the  duke's  daughter  of  France, 

And  called  himself  the  lord  of  Learne.  160 


THE    LORD   OF    LEARNE  19 

The  duke  of  France  heard  tell  of  this; 

To  his  place  that  worthy  lord  was  come  truly; 
He  entertained  him  with  a  quart  of  red  Rhenish  wine, 

Says,  "  Lord  of  Learne,  thou  art  welcome  to  me ! " 

Then  to  supper  that  they  were  set, 

Lords  and  ladies  in  their  degree; 
The  steward  was  set  next  the  duke  of  France; 

An  unseemly  sight  it  was  to  see. 

Then  bespake  the  duke  of  France, 

Unto  the  lord  of  Learne  said  he  there,  170 

Says,  "  Lord  of  Learne,  if  thou '11  marry  my  daughter, 

I  '11  mend  thy  living  five  hundred  pounds  a  year." 

Then  bespake  that  lady  fair, 

Answered  her  father  so  alone, 
That  she  would  be  his  married  wife 

If  he  would  make  her  lady  of  Learne. 

Then  hand  in  hand  the  steward  her  he  took, 
And  plight  that  lady  his  troth  alone, 

That  she  should  be  his  married  wife, 

And  he  would  make  her  the  lady  of  Learne.     180 

Thus  that  night  it  was  gone, 

The  other  day  was  come  truly; 
The  lady  would  see  the  roe-buck  run 

Up  hills  and  dales  and  forest  free. 

Then  she  was  ware  of  the  young  lord  of  Learne 

Tending  sheep  under  a  briar,  truly; 
And  thus  she  called  unto  her  maids, 

And  held  her  hands  up  thus  on  high, 
Says,  "  Fetch  me  yond  shepherd's  boy, 

I'll  know  why  he  doth  mourn,  truly."  190 

2—2 


20 


OLD  BALLADS 


When  he  came  before  that  lady  fair 

He  fell  down  upon  his  knee; 
He  had  been  so  well  brought  up 

He  needed  not  to  learn  courtesy. 

"Where  wast  thou  born,  thou  bonny  boy, 

Where  or  in  what  country?" 
"  Madam,  I  was  born  in  fair  Scotland, 

That  is  so  far  beyond  the  sea." 

"What  is  thy  name,  thou  bonny  boy? 

I  pray  thee  tell  it  unto  me." 
"My  name,"  he  says,  "is  poor  Disaware, 

That  tends  sheep  on  a  lonely  lea." 

"One  thing  thou  must  tell  me,  bonny  boy, 

Which  I  must  needs  ask  of  thee : 
Dost  not  thou  know  the  young  lord  of  Learne? 

He  is  come  a- wooing  into  France  to  me." 

"Yes,  that  I  do,  madam,"  he  said; 

And  then  he  wept  most  tenderly; 
"The  lord  of  Learne  is  a  worthy  lord, 

If  he  were  at  home  in  his  own  country." 

"  What  ails  thee  to  weep,  my  bonny  boy  ? 

Tell  me  or  ere  I  part  thee  fro." 
"Nothing  but  for  a  friend,  madam, 

That's  dead  from  me  many  a  year  ago." 

A  loud  laughter  the  lady  laughed; 

O  Lord,  she  smiled  wondrous  high; 
"I  have  dwelled  in  France  since  I  was  born; 

Such  a  shepherd's  boy  I  did  never  see! 


200 


THE   LORD   OF   LEARNE  21 

"Wilt  thou  riot  leave  thy  sheep,  my  child, 

And  come  unto  service  unto  me  ?  220 

And  I  will  give  thee  meat  and  fee, 
And  my  chamberlain  thou  shalt  be." 

"Then  I  will  leave  my  sheep,  madam,"  he  said, 

"  And  come  into  service  unto  thee ; 
If  you  will  give  me  meat  and  fee, 

Your  chamberlain  that  I  may  be." 

When  the  lady  came  before  her  father, 

She  fell  low  down  upon  her  knee; 
"Grant  me,  father,"  the  lady  said, 

"This  boy  my  chamberlain  to  be."  230 

"But  0  nay,  nay,"  the  duke  did  say, 

"  So,  my  daughter,  it  may  not  be ; 
The  lord  that  is  come  a-wooing  to  you 

Will  be  offended  with  you  and  me." 

Then  came  down  the  false  steward 

Which  called  himself  the  lord  of  Learne,  truly: 
When  he  looked  that  bonny  boy  upon, 

An  angry  man  i-wis  was  he. 

"  Where  was  thou  born,  thou  vagabond  ? 

Where?"  he  said,  "and  in  what  country?"       240 
Says,  "I  was  born  in  fair  Scotland 

That  is  so  far  beyond  the  sea." 

"What  is  thy  name,  thou  vagabond? 

Have  done  quickly,  and  tell  it  to  me." 
"My  name,"  he  says,  "is  poor  Disaware; 

I  tend  sheep  on  the  lonely  lea." 
"Thou  art  a  thief,"  the  steward  said, 

"And  so  in  the  end  I  will  prove  thee." 


22  OLD   BALLADS 

Then  bespake  the  lady  fair, 

"Peace,  lord  of  Learne,  I  do  pray  thee;  250 

For  if  no  love  you  show  this  child, 

No  favour  can  you  have  of  me." 

"Will  you  believe  me,  lady  fair, 

When  the  truth  I  do  tell  ye? 
At  Aberdonie  beyond  the  sea 

His  father  Jie  robbed  a  hundred  and  three." 

But  then  bespake  the  duke  of  France 

Unto  the  boy  so  tenderly, 
Says,  "Boy,  if  thou  love  horses  well, 

My  stable  groom  I  will  make  thee."  260 

And  thus  that  that  did  pass  upon 

Till  the  twelve  months  did  draw  to  an  end; 

The  boy  applied  his  office  so  well, 
Every  man  became  his  friend. 

[PART  in] 
He  went  forth  early  one  morning 

To  water  a  gelding  at  the  water  so  free ; 
The  gelding  up,  and  with  his  head 

He  hit  the  child  above  his  eye. 

"Woe  be  to  thee,  thou  gelding!"  he  said, 

"And  to  the  mare  that  foaled  thee!  270 

Thou  has  stricken  the  lord  of  Learne 
A  little  tiny  above  the  eye. 

"First  night  I  was  born,  a  lord  I  was; 

An  earl  after  my  father  doth  die; 
My  father  is  the  worthy  lord  of  Learne; 

His  child  he  hath  no  more  but  me; 
He  sent  me  over  the  sea  with  the  false  steward, 

And  thus  that  he  hath  beguiled  me." 


THE   LORD   OF   LEARNE  23 

The  lady  was  in  her  garden  green, 

Walking  with  her  maids,  truly,  280 

And  heard  the  boy  this  mourning  make, 

And  went  to  weeping  truly. 

"Sing  on  thy  song,  thou  stable  groom, 

I  pray  thee  do  not  let  for  me, 
And  as  I  am  a  true  lady 

I  will  be  true  unto  thee." 

"But  nay,  now  nay,  madam!"  he  said, 

"  So  that  it  may  not  be, 
I  am  ta'en  sworn  upon  a  book, 

And  forsworn  I  will  not  be."  290 

"Sing  on  thy  song  to  thy  gelding, 

And  thou  dost  not  sing  to  me; 
And  as  I  am  a  true  lady 

I  will  ever  be  true  unto  thee." 

He  said,  "Woe  be  to  thee,  gelding, 

And  to  the  mare  that  foaled  thee ! 
For  thou  hast  stricken  the  lord  of  Learne 

A  little  above  mine  eye. 

"First  night  I  was  born,  a  lord  I  was; 

An  earl  after  my  father  doth  die;  300 

My  father  is  the  good  lord  of  Learne, 

And  child  he  hath  no  other  but  me. 
My  father  sent  me  over  with  the  false  steward, 

And  thus  that  he  hath  beguiled  me. 

"Woe  be  to  the  steward,  lady,"  he  said, 

"Woe  be  to  him  verily! 
He  hath  been  above  this  twelve  months'  day 

For  to  deceive  both  thee  and  me. 


24  OLD   BALLADS 

"If  you  do  not  my  counsel  keep 

That  I  have  told  you  with  good  intent,  3jo 

And  if  you  do  it  not  well  keep, 

Farewell !   my  life  is  at  an  end." 

"I  will  be  true  to  thee,  lord  of  Learne, 

Or  else  Christ  be  not  so  unto  me; 
And  as  I  am  a  true  lady, 

Fll  never  marry  none  but  thee!" 

She  sent  in  for  her  father,  the  duke, 
In  all  the  speed  that  e'er  might  be ; 

"Put  off  my  wedding,  father,"  she  said, 

"For  the  love  of  Grod,  these  months  three.       320 

"Sick  I  am,"  the  lady  said, 

"0  sick,  and  very  like  to  die! 
Put  off  my  wedding,  father  duke, 

For  the  love  of  G-od,  these  months  three." 

The  duke  of  France  put  off  this  wedding 
Of  the  steward  and  the  lady,  months  three; 

For  the  lady  sick  she  was, 
Sick,  sick,  and  like  to  die. 

She  wrote  a  letter  with  her  own  hand, 
In  all  the  speed  that  ever  might  be;  330 

She  sent  over  into  Scotland 
That  is  so  far  beyond  the  sea. 

When  the  messenger  came  before  the  old  lord  of 
Learne, 

He  kneeled  low  down  on  his  knee, 
And  he  delivered  the  letter  unto  him 

In  all  the  speed  that  ever  might  be. 


THE   LORD   OF   LEARNE  25 

First  look  lie  looked  the  letter  upon, 

Lo!   he  wept  full  bitterly; 
The  second  look  he  looked  it  upon, 

Said,  "False  steward!   woe  be  to  thee!"          340 

When  the  lady  of  Learne  these  tidings  heard, 

0  Lord!   she  wept  so  bitterly: 
"I  told  you  of  this,  now,  good  my  lord, 

When  I  sent  my  child  into  that  wild  country." 

"Peace,  lady  of  Learne,"  the  lord  did  say, 
"For  Christ  his  love  I  do  pray  thee; 

And  as  I  am  a  Christian  man, 
Wroken  upon  him  that  I  will  be." 

He  wrote  a  letter  with  his  own  hand 

In  all  the  speed  that  e'er  might  be;  35° 

He  sent  it  into  the  lords  in  Scotland 

That  were  born  of  a  great  degree. 

He  sent  for  lords,  he  sent  for  knights, 

The  best  that  were  in  the  country, 
To  go  with  him  into  the  land  of  France, 

To  seek  his  son  in  that  strange  country. 

The  wind  was  good,  and  they  did  sail, 
Five  hundred  men  into  France  land, 

There  to  seek  that  bonny  boy 

That  was  the  worthy  lord  of  Learne.  36° 

They  sought  the  country  through  and  through, 
So  far  to  the  duke's  place  of  France  land: 

There  they  were  ware  of  that  bonny  boy 
Standing  with  a  porter's  staff  in  his  hand. 


26  OLD  BALLADS 

Then  the  worshipful  they  did  bow, 
The  serving-men  fell  on  their  knee, 

They  cast  their  hats  up  into  the  air 
For  joy  that  boy  that  they  did  see. 

The  lord  of  Learne,  then  he  light  down, 

And  kissed  his  child  both  cheek  and  chin,       370 

And  said,  "  Grod  bless  thee,  my  son  and  my  heir, 
The  bliss  of  heaven  that  thou  may  win!" 

[PART  iv] 

The  false  steward  and  the  duke  of  France 

Were  in  a  castle  top  truly : 
"What  fools  are  yond,"  says  the  false  steward, 

"To  the  porter  makes  so  low  courtesy?" 

Then  bespake  the  duke  of  France, 

Calling  my  lord  of  Learne  truly, 
He  said,  "I  doubt  the  day  be  come 

That  either  you  or  I  must  die."  380 

They  set  the  castle  round  about, 

A  swallow  could  not  have  flown  away; 

And  there  they  took  the  false  steward 
That  the  lord  of  Learne  did  betray. 

And  when  they  had  taken  the  false  steward, 

He  fell  low  down  upon  his  knee, 
And  craved  mercy  of  the  lord  of  Learne 

For  the  villainous  deed  he  had  done,  truly. 

"  Thou  shalt  have  mercy,"  said  the  lord  of  Learne, 
"Thou  vile  traitor!     I  tell  to  thee,  390 

As  the  laws  of  the  realm  they  will  thee  bear, 
Whether  it  be  for  thee  to  live  or  die." 


THE   LORD   OF   LEARNE  27 

A  quest  of  lords  that  there  was  chosen 

To  go  upon  his  death,  truly  : 
There  they  judged  the  false  steward, 

Whether  he  was  guilty,  and  for  to  die. 

The  foreman  of  the  jury,  he  came  in; 

He  spake  his  words  full  loud  and  high: 
Said,  "Make  thee  ready,  thou  false  steward, 

For  now  thy  death  it  draws  full  nigh!"  400 

Said  he,  "If  my  death  it  doth  draw  nigh, 
God  forgive  me  all  I  have  done  amiss ! 

Where  is  that  lady  I  have  loved  so  long, 
Before  my  death  to  give  me  a  kiss  ?  " 

"  Away,  thou  traitor ! "  the  lady  said, 

"Avoid  out  of  my  company! 
For  thy  vile  treason  thou  hast  wrought, 

Thou  had  heed  to  cry  to  God  for  mercy." 

First  they  took  him  and  hanged  him  half, 

And  let  him  down  before  he  was  dead,  410 

And  quartered  him  in  quarters  many, 
And  sod  him  in  a  boiling  lead. 

And  then  they  took  him  out  again, 

And  cutten  all  his  joints  in  sunder, 
And  burnt  him  eke  upon  a  hill; 

I-wis  they  did  him  curstly  cumber. 

A  loud  laughter  the  lady  laughed; 

0  Lord!   she  smiled  merrily; 
She  said,  "I  may  praise  my  heavenly  King, 

That  ever  I  seen  this  vile  traitor  die."  420 


28  OLD   BALLADS 

Then  bespake  the  duke  of  France, 

Unto  the  right  lord  of  Learne  said  he  there, 

Says,  "Lord   of   Learne,    if    thou   wilt    marry   my 

daughter, 
I'll  mend  thy  living  five  hundred  pounds  a  year." 

But  then  bespake  that  bonny  boy, 
And  answered  the  duke  quickly, 
"I  had  rather  marry  your  daughter  with  a  ring 

of  gold, 

Than  all  the  gold   that   e'er  I  blinked   on  with 
mine  eye." 

But  then  bespake  the  old  lord  of  Learne, 
To  the  duke  of  France  thus  he  did  say, 

"Seeing  our  children  do  so  well  agree, 
They  shall  be  married  ere  we  go  away." 

The  lady  of  Learne,  she  was  for  sent 

Throughout  Scotland  so  speedily, 
To  see  these  two  children  set  up 

In  their  seats  of  gold  full  royally. 


YOUNG  BEKIE 

Young  Bekie  was  as  brave  a  knight 

As  ever  sail'd  the  sea; 
An'  he's  done  him  to  the  court  of  France, 

To  serve  for  meat  and  fee. 

He  had  nae  been  i'  the  court  of  France 

A  twelvemonth  nor  sae  long, 
Till  he  fell  in  love  with  the  king's  daughter, 

An'  was  thrown  in  prison  strong. 


YOUNG   BEKIE  29 

The  king  lie  had  but  ae  daughter, 

Burd  Isbel  was  her  name ;  10 

An'  she  has  to  the  prison-house  gane, 

To  hear  the  prisoner's  mane. 

"0  gin  a  lady  would  borrow  me, 

At  her  stirrup-foot  I  would  run; 
Or  gin  a  widow  would  borrow  me, 

I  would  swear  to  be  her  son. 

"Or  gin  a  virgin  would  borrow  me, 

I  would  wed  her  wi'  a  ring; 
I'd  gie  her  ha's,  I'd  gie  her  bowers, 

The  bonny  tow'rs  o'  Linne."  20 

0  barefoot,  barefoot  gaed  she  but, 

An'  barefoot  came  she  ben; 
It  was  no  for  want  o'  hose  an'  shoon, 

Nor  time  to  put  them  on; 

But  a'  for  fear  that  her  father  dear, 

Had  heard  her  making  din: 
She's  stown  the  keys  o'  the  prison-house  dor, 

An'  latten  the  prisoner  gang. 

0  whan  she  saw  him,  Young  Bekie, 

Her  heart  was  wondrous  sair!  30 

For  the  mice  but  an'  the  bold  rottons 

Had  eaten  his  yallow  hair. 

She's  gi'en  him  a  shaver  for  his  beard, 

A  comber  till  his  hair, 
Five  hunder  pound  in  his  pocket, 

To  spen',  and  nae  to  spair. 


30  OLD  BALLADS 

She  's  gi'en  him  a  steed  was  good  in  need, 

An'  a  saddle  o'  royal  bone, 
A  leash  o'  hounds  o'  ae  litter, 

An'  Hector  called  one. 

Atween  this  twa  a  vow  was  made, 

'Twas  made  full  solemnly, 
That  or  three  years  was  come  and  gane, 

Well  married  they  should  be. 

He  had  nae  been  in's  ain  country 

A  twelvemonth  till  an  end, 
Till  he's  forced  to  marry  a  duke's  daughter, 

Or  then  lose  a'  his  land. 

"Ohon,  alas!"  says  Young  Bekie, 

"I  know  not  what  to  dee;  50 

For  I  canno  win  to  Burd  Isbel, 

And  she  kensnae  to  come  to  me." 

O  it  fell  once  upon  a  day 

Burd  Isbel  fell  asleep, 
An'  up  it  starts  the  Billy  Blin, 

An'  stood  at  her  bed-feet. 

"0  waken,  waken,  Burd  Isbel, 

How  can  you  sleep  so  soun', 
Whan  this  is  Bekie's  wedding  day, 

An'  the  marriage  gain'  011?  60 

"  Ye  do  ye  to  your  mither's  bow'r, 

Think  neither  sin  nor  shame; 
An'  ye  tak'  fcwa  o'  your  mither's  marys, 

To  keep  ye  frae  thinking  laiig. 


YOUNG   BEKIE  31 

"Ye  dress  yoursel'  in  the  red  scarlet, 

An'  your  marys  in  dainty  green, 
An'  ye  pit  girdles  about  your  middles 

Would  buy  an  eaiidome. 

"0  ye  gang  down  by  yon  sea-side, 

An'  down  by  yon  sea-stran';  70 

Sae  bonny  will  the  Hollans  boats 

Come  rowin'  till  your  han'. 

"Ye  set  your  milk-white  foot  aboard, 

Cry,  Hail  ye,  Domine! 
An'  I  shall  be  the  steerer  o't, 

To  row  you  o'er  the  sea." 

She's  ta'en  her  till  her  mither's  bow'r, 

Thought  neither  sin  nor  shame, 
An'  she  took  twa  o'  her  mither's  marys, 

To  keep  her  frae  thinking  lang.  80 

She  dress'd  hersel'  i'  the  red  scarlet, 

Her  marys  i'  dainty  green, 
And  they  pat  girdles  about  their  middles 

Would  buy  an  eaiidome. 

An'  they  gid  down  by  yon  sea-side, 

An'  down  by  yon  sea-stran'; 
Sae  bonny  did  the  Hollan'  boats 

Come  rowin'  to  their  han'. 

She  set  her  milk-white  foot  on  board, 

Cried  "Hail  ye,  Domine!"  90 

An'  the  Billy  Blin  was  the  steerer  o't, 
To  row  her  o'er  the  sea. 


32  OLD  BALLADS 

Whan  she  came  to  Young  Bekie' s  gate, 

She  heard  the  music  play; 
Sae  well  she  kent  frae  a'  she  heard, 

It  was  his  wedding  day. 

She's  pitten  her  han'  in  her  pocket, 

Gi'n  the  porter  guineas  three; 
"Hae,  tak'  ye  that,  ye  proud  porter, 

Bid  the  bride-groom  speak  to  me."  100 

0  whan  that  he  cam  up  the  stair, 

He  fell  low  down  on  his  knee : 
He  hail'd  the  king,  an'  he  hail'd  the  queen, 

An'  he  hail'd  him,  Young  Bekie. 

"O  I've  been  porter  at  your  gates 

This  thirty  years  an'  three; 
But  there's  three  ladies  at  them  now, 

Their  like  I  never  did  see. 

"There's  ane  o'  them  dress'd  in  red  scarlet, 
And  twa  in  dainty  green,  no 

An'  they  hae  girdles  about  their  middles 
Would  buy  an  earldome." 

Then  out  it  spake  the  bierly  bride, 

Was  a'  goud  to  the  chin: 
"Grin  she  be  braw  without,"  she  says, 

"We's  be  as  braw  within." 

Then  up  it  starts  him,  Young  Bekie, 

An'  the  tears  was  in  his  ee : 
"I'll  lay  my  life  it's  Burd  Isbel, 

Come  o'er  the  sea  to  me."  120 


YOUNG   BEKIE  33 

0  quickly  ran  he  down  the  stair, 

An'  when  he  saw  'twas  she, 
He  kindly  took  her  in  his  arms, 

And  kiss'd  her  tenderly. 

"0  hae  ye  forgotten,  Young  Bekie, 

The  vow  ye  made  to  me, 
Whan  I  took  ye  out  o'  the  prison  strong 

Whan  ye  was  condemn'd  to  die? 

"I  gae  you  a  steed  was  good  in  need, 

An'  a  saddle  o'  royal  bone,  130 

A  leash  o'  hounds  o'  ae  litter, 
An'  Hector  called  one." 

It  was  well  kent  what  the  lady  said, 

That  it  wasnae  a  lee, 
For  at  ilka  word  the  lady  spake, 

The  hound  fell  at  her  knee. 

"Tak  hame,  tak  hame  your  daughter  dear, 

A  blessing  gae  her  wi', 
For  I  maun  marry  my  Burd  Isbel, 

That's  come  o'er  the  sea  to  me."  140 

"Is  this  the  custom  o'  your  house, 

Or  the  fashion  o'  your  Ian', 
To  marry  a  maid  in  a  May  mornin', 

An'  send  her  back  at  even  ? " 


34  OLD   BALLADS 


THE  TWA  SISTERS  OF  BINNORIE 

There  were  twa  sisters  sat  in  a  hour, 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie  ! 
There  came  a  knight  to  be  their  wooer, 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie. 

He  courted  the  eldest  wi'  glove  and  ring, 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie  I 
But  he  lo'ed  the  youngest  aboon  a'  thing, 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  oj  Binnorie. 

He  courted  the  eldest  with  brooch  and  knife, 
Binnorie,  0  Binnorie  !  I0 

But  he  lo'ed  the  youngest  aboon  his  life, 
By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie. 

The  eldest  she  was  vexed  sair, 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
And  sair  envied  her  sister  fair, 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie. 

The  eldest  said  to  the  youngest  ane, 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
"  Will  ye  go  and  see  our  father's  ships  come  in  ?  " 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie.  20 

She's  ta'en  her  by  the  lily  hand, 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
And  led  her  down  to  the  river-strand, 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie. 


THE  TWA    SISTERS   OF  BINNORIE  35 

The  youngest  stude  upon  a  stane, 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie  ! 
The  eldest  came  and  push'd  her  in, 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie. 

She  took  her  by  the  middle  sma', 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie  !  30 

And  dashed  her  bonny  back  to  the  jaw, 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o}  Binnorie. 

"  0  sister,  sister,  reach  your  hand ! " 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
"And  ye  shall  be  heir  of  half  my  land," 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie. 

"0  sister,  I'll  not  reach  my  hand," 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
"And  I'll  be  heir  of  all  your  land," 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie.  40 

"  Shame  fa7  the  hand  that  I  should  take," 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
"It's  twined  me  and  my  world's  make," 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie. 

"0  sister,  reach  me  but  your  glove!" 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
"And  sweet  William  shall  be  your  love," 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o}  Binnorie. 

"Sink  on,  nor  hope  for  hand  or  glove," 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie  !  5° 

"And  sweet  William  shall  better  be  my  love," 
By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o>  Binnorie. 

3—2 


36  OLD  BALLADS 

"Your  cherry  cheeks  and  your  yellow  hair," 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
"  Grarr'd  me  gang  maiden  evermair," 

By  the  bonnie  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie. 

Sometimes  she  sunk,  and  sometimes  she  swam, 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
Until  she  came  to  the  miller's  dam, 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie.  60 

"  0  father,  father,  draw  your  dam ! " 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
"  There 's  either  a  mermaid  or  a  milk-white  swan," 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie. 

The  miller  hasted  and  drew  his  dam, 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
And  there  he  found  a  drown'd  woman, 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie. 

You  could  not  see  her  yellow  hair, 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie  !  70 

For  gowd  and  pearls  that  were  sae  rare, 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  d>  Binnorie. 

You  could  na  see  her  middle  sma', 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
Her  gowden  girdle  was  sae  bra', 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie. 

An'  by  there  came  a  harper  fine, 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
That  harped  to  the  king  at  dine, 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie.  80 


THE   TWA   SISTERS   OF   BINNORIE  37 

When  he  did  look  that  lady  upon, 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
He  sigh'd  and  made  a  heavy  moan, 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie. 

He  's  ta'en  three  locks  o'  her  yallow  hair, 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
And  wij  them  strung  his  harp  sae  fair, 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie. 

The  first  tune  he  did  play  and  sing, 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie  !  90 

Was,  "Farewell  to  my  father  the  king," 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie. 

The  nextin  tune  that  he  play'd  syne, 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
Was,  "Farewell  to  my  mother  the  queen," 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie. 

The  lasten  tune  that  he  play'd  then, 

Binnorie,  0  Binnorie ! 
Was,  "Wae  to  my  sister,  fair  Ellen!" 

By  the  bonny  mill-dams  o'  Binnorie.  100 


38  OLD  BALLADS 


KING  ESTMERE 

Hearken  to  me,  gentlemen, 

Come  and  you  shall  hear; 
I'll  tell  you  of  two  of  the  boldest  brether 

That  ever  born  were. 

The  tone  of  them  was  Adler  young, 

The  tother  was  King  Estmere; 
They  were  as  bold  men  in  their  deeds 

As  any  were,  far  and  near. 

As  they  were  drinking  ale  and  wine 

Within  King  Estmere's  hall:  10 

"When  will  ye  marry  a  wife,  brother, 
A  wife  to  glad  us  all  ?  " 

Then  bespake  him  King  Estmere, 

And  answered  him  hastily: 
<e  I  know  not  that  lady  in  any  land 

That's  able  to  marry  with  me." 

"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 

Says,  "Rede  me,  rede  me,  dear  brother, 

Throughout  merry  England 
Where  we  might  find  a  messenger 

Betwixt  us  two  to  send." 


KING   ESTMERE  39 

Says,  "You  shall  ride  yourself,  brother; 

I'll  bear  you  company; 
Many  through  false  messengers  are  deceived, 

And  I  fear  lest  so  should  we." 

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. 

And  when  they  came  to  King  Adland's  hall, 

Before  the  goodly  gate, 
There  they  found  good  King  Adland 

Rearing  himself  thereat. 

"Now  Christ  thee  save,  good  King  Adland, 

Now  Christ  you  save  and  see!" 
Said,  "You  be  welcome,  King  Estmere, 

Right  heartily  to  me."  40 

"You  have  a  daughter,"  said  Adler  young, 

"Men  call  her  bright  and  sheen; 
My  brother  would  marry  her  to  his  wife 

Of  England  to  be  queen." 

"Yesterday  was  at  my  dear  daughter 

The  King  his  son  of  Spain, 
And  then  she  nicked  him  of  'nay/ 

And  I  doubt  she'll  do  you  the  same." 

"The  King  of  Spain  is  a  foul  paynim, 

And  'lieveth  on  Mahound,  5° 

And  pity  it  were  that  a  fair  lady 
Should  marry  a  heathen  hound." 


40  OLD  BALLADS 

"But  grant  to  me,"  says  King  Estmere, 

"For  my  love,  I  you  pray, 
That  I  may  see  your  daughter  dear 

Before  I  go  hence  away." 

"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 

Down  then  came  that  maiden  fair, 

With  ladies  laced  in  pall, 
And  half  a  hundred  of  bold  knights 

To  bring  her  from  bower  to  hall, 
And  as  many  gentle  squires 

To  tend  upon  them  all. 

The  talents  of  gold,  were  on  her  head  set, 

Hanged  low  down  to  her  knee, 
And  every  ring  on  her  small  finger 

Shone  of  the  crystal  free.  70 

Says,  "Grod  you  save,  my  dear  madam," 

Says,  "  Grod  you  save  and  see ! " 
Said,  "You  be  welcome,  King  Estmere, 

Right  welcome  unto  me; 

"And  if  you  love  me  as  you  say, 

So  well  and  heartily, 
All  that  ever  you  are  comen  about 

Soon  sped  now  it  shall  be." 

Then  bespake  her  father  dear : 

"My  daughter,  I  say  nay;  80 

Eemember  well  the  King  of  Spain 

What  he  said  yesterday; 


KING    ESTMERE  41 

"He  would  pull  down  my  halls  and  castles 

And  reave  me  of  my  life. 
I  cannot  blame  him  if  he  do, 

If  I  reave  him  of  his  wife." 

"Your  castles  and  your  towers,  father, 

Are  strongly  built  about; 
And  therefore  of  the  King  of  Spain 

We  need  not  stand  in  doubt.  90 

"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." 

Then  King  Estmere  he  plight  his  troth 

By  heaven  and  his  right  hand, 
That  he  would  marry  her  to  his  wife 

And  make  her  queen  of  his  land. 

And  he  took  leave  of  that  lady  fair 

To  go  to  his  own  country,  100 

To  fetch  him  dukes  and  lords  and  knights, 

That  married  they  might  be. 

They  had  not  ridden  scant  a  mile, 

A  mile  forth  of  the  town, 
But  in  did  come  the  King  of  Spain 

With  kempes  many  a  one; 

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 


42  OLD   BALLADS 

She  sent  one  after  King  Estmere 

In  all  the  speed  might  be, 
That  he  must  either  turn  and  fight, 

Or  go  home  and  lose  his  lady. 

One  while,  then,  the  page  he  went, 

Another  while  he  ran; 
Till  he  had  overtaken  King  Estmere 

I-wis  he  never  blan. 

" Tidings,  tidings,  King  Estmere!" 

"What  tidings  now,  my  boy?" 
"0  tidings  I  can  tell  to  you 

That  will  you  sore  annoy : 

"You  had  not  ridden  scant  a  mile, 

A  mile  out  of  the  town, 
But  in  did  come  the  King  of  Spain 

With  kempes  many  a  one; 

• 
"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 

"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  lady." 

Says,  "Rede  me,  rede  me,  dear  brother, 

My  rede  shall  rise  at  thee; 
Whether  it  is  better  to  turn  and  fight, 

Or  go  home  and  lose  my  lady  ?  " 


KING   ESTMERE  43 

"Now  hearken  to  me/'  says  Adler  young, 

"And  your  rede  must  rise  at  me;  140 

I  quickly  will  devise  a  way 
To  set  thy  lady  free. 

"My  mother  was  a  western  woman 

And  learned  in  gramary, 
And  when  I  learned  at  the  school, 

Something  she  taught  it  me. 

"  There  grows  an  herb  within  this  field, 

And-if  it  were  but  known; 
His  colour,  which  is  white  and  red, 

It  will  make  black  and  brown;  150 

"His  colour,  which  is  brown  and  black, 

It  will  make  red  and  white; 
That  sword  is  not  in  all  England 

Upon  his  coat  will  bite. 

"And  you  shall  be  a  harper,  brother, 

Out  of  the  north  country, 
And  I'll  be  your  boy  so  fain  of  fight 

And  bear  your  harp  by  your  knee. 

"And  you  shall  be  the  best  harper 

That  ever  took  harp  in  hand,  160 

And  I  will  be  the  best  singer 

That  ever  sung  in  this  land. 

"It  shall  be  written  in  our  foreheads 

All  and  in  gramary, 
That  we  two  are  the  boldest  men 

That  are  in  all  Christenty." 


44  OLD   BALLADS 

And  thus  they  renisht  them  to  ride          H 

On  two  good  renisht  steeds; 
And  when  they  came  to  King  Adland's  hall 

Of  red  gold  shone  their  weeds.  170 

And  when  they  came  to  King  Adland's  hall, 

Until  the  fair  hall-gate, 
There  they  found  a  proud  porter 

Rearing  himself  thereat. 

Says,  "Christ  thee  save,  thou  proud  porter,," 
Says,  "Christ  thee  save  and  see!" 

"Now  you  be  welcome,"  said  the  porter, 
"Of  what  land  soever  ye  be." 

"We  ben  harpers,"  said  Adler  young, 
"Come  out  of  the  north  country; 

We  ben  come  hither  until  this  place 
This  proud  wedding  for  to  see." 

Said,  "And  your  colour  were  red  and  white, 

As  it  is  black  and  brown, 
I  would  say  King  Estmere  and  his  brother 

Were  comen  until  this  town." 

Then  they  pulled  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 

Sore  he  looked  on  King  Estmere, 

And  sore  he  handled  the  ring; 
Then  opened  to  them  the  fair  hall-gates; 

He  let  for  no  kind  of  thing. 


KING    ESTMEKE  45 

King  Estmere  he  stabled  his  steed 

So  fair  at  the  hall-board; 
The  froth  that  came  from  his  bridle-bit 

Light  in  King  Bremor's  beard. 

Says,  "Stable  thy  steed,  thou  proud  harper/' 
Says,  "  Stable  him  in  the  stall ;  200 

It  doth  not  beseem  a  proud  harper 
To  stable  him  in  a  king's  hall." 

"  My  lad  he  is  so  lither,"  he  said, 

"He  will  do  nought  that's  meet; 
And  is  there  any  man  in  this  hall 

Were  able  him  to  beat?" 

"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 

"0  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." 

Down  then  came  the  kempery-man 

And  looked  him  in  the  ear; 
For  all  the  gold  that  was  under  heaven 

He  durst  not  nigh  him  near. 

"  And  how  now,  kemp  ?  "  said  the  King  of  Spain, 
"  And  how,  what  aileth  thee  ?  "  220 

He  says,  "It  is  writ  in  his  forehead, 
All  and  in  gramary, 

That  for  all  the  gold  that  is  under  heaven 
I  dare  not  nigh  him  nigh." 


46  OLD  BALLADS 

Then  King  Estmere  pulled  forth  his  harp 

And  played  a  pretty  thing ; 
The  lady  upstart  from  the  board 

And  would  have  gone  from  the  king. 

"Stay  thy  harp,  thou  proud  harper, 

For  God's  love  I  pray  thee! 
For  and  thou  plays  as  thou  begins 

Thou'lt  till  my  bride  from  me." 

He  struck  upon  his  harp  again 

And  played  a  pretty  thing; 
The  lady  lough  a  loud  laughter 

As  she  sat  by  the  king. 

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 

"What  would  ye  do  with  my  harp,"  he  said, 

"If  I  did  sell  it  ye?" 
"To  play  my  wife  and  me  a  fit 

When  married  we  had  be." 

"Now  sell  me/'  quoth  he,  "thy  bride  so  gay, 

As  she  sits  by  thy  knee, 
And  as  many  gold  nobles  I  will  give 

As  leaves  ben  on  a  tree." 

"And  what  would  ye  do  with  my  bride  so  gay 
If  I  did  sell  her  thee?  250 

More  seemly  it  is  for  that  lady  fair 
To  wed  with  me  than  thee." 


KING   ESTMERE  47 

He  played  again  both  loud  and  shrill, 

And  Adler  he  did  sing — 
"  O  lady,  this  is  thy  own  true  love ; 

No  harper,  but  a  king. 

"0  lady,  this  is  thy  own  true  love, 

As  plainly  thou  mayst  see, 
And  I'll  rid  thee  of  that  foul  paynim 

Who  parts  thy  love  and  thee."  260 

The  lady  looked,  the  lady  blushed, 

And  blushed  and  looked  again, 
While  Adler  he  hath  drawn  his  brand 

And  hath  the  Sowdan  slain. 

Up  then  rose  the  kempery-men 

And  loud  they  'gan  to  cry: 
"Ah,  traitors,  ye  have  slain  our  king, 

And  therefore  ye  shall  die." 

King  Estmere  threw  the  harp  aside, 

And  swithe  he  drew  his  brand,  270 

And  Estmere,  he,  and  Adler  young 

Right  stiff  in  stour  did  stand. 

And  aye  their  swords  so  sore  can  bite 

Through  help  of  gramary, 
That  soon  they  have  slain  the  kempery-men 

Or  forced  them  forth  to  flee. 

King  Estmere  took  that  fair  lady 

And  married  her  to  his  wife, 
And  brought  her  home  to  merry  England, 

With  her  to  lead  his  life.  280 


48  OLD  BALLADS 


THE  HEIR  OF  LINNE 

Of  all  the  lords  in  fair  Scotland 

A  song  I  will  begin; 
Amongst  them  all  there  dwelt  a  lord, 

Which  was  the  unthrifty  lord  of  Linne. 

His  father  and  mother  were  dead  him  fro, 
And  so  was  the  head  of  all  his  kin; 

To  the  cards  and  dice  that  he  did  run 
He  did  neither  cease  nor  blin. 

To  drink  the  wine  that  was  so  clear, 
With  every  man  he  would  make  merry; 

And  then  bespake  him  John  of  the  Scales, 
Unto  the  heir  of  Linne  said  he: 

Says,  "How  dost  thou,  lord  of  Linne? 

Dost  either  want  gold  or  fee  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  sell  thy  lands  so  broad 

To  such  a  good  fellow  as  me?" 

"For  all  my  gold  is  gone/'  he  said, 

"  My  land,  take  it  unto  thee." 
"I  draw  you  to  record,  my  lordes  all." 

With  that  he  cast  him  a  Grod's  penny. 

He  told  him  the  gold  upon  the  board, 
It  wanted  never  a  bare  penny. 

"  That  gold  is  thine,  the  land  is  mine ; 
The  heir  of  Linne  I  will  be." 


THE    HEIR   OF   LINNE  49 

"Here's  gold  enough,"  saith  the  heir  of  Linne, 

"Both  for  me  and  my  company." 
He  drunk  the  wine  that  was  so  clear, 

And  with  every  man  he  made  merry. 

Within  three  quarters  of  a  year 

His  gold  and  fee  it  waxed  thin,  30 

His  merry  men  were  from  him  gone, 

And  left  him  himself  all  alone. 

He  had  never  a  penny  left  in  his  purse, 

Never  a  penny  left  but  three, 
And  one  was  brass,  and  another  was  lead, 

And  another  was  white  money. 

"Now  welladay!"  said  the  heir  of  Linne, 

"  Now  welladay,  and  woe  is  me ! 
For  when  I  was  the  lord  of  Linne, 

I  neither  wanted  gold  nor  fee.  40 

"For  I  have  sold  my  lands  so  broad, 

And  have  not  left  me  one  penny; 
I  must  go  now  and  take  some  rede 

Unto  Edinburgh,  and  beg  my  bread." 

He  had  not  been  in  Edinburgh 

Not  three  quarters  of  a  year, 
But  some  did  give  him,  and  some  said  nay, 

And  some  bid  "To  the  deil  gang  ye! 

"For  if  we  should  hang  any  landless  fere, 

The  first  we  would  begin  with  thee."  5° 

"  Now  welladay ! "  said  the  heir  of  Linne, 
"Now  welladay,  and  woe  is  me! 

s.  4 


50  OLD   BALLADS 

"For  now  I  have  sold  my  lands  so  broad, 
That  merry  man  is  irk  with  me; 

But  when  that  I  was  the  lord  of  Linne, 
Then  on  my  land  I  lived  merrily. 

"And  now  I  have  sold  my  land  so  broad, 
That  I  have  not  left  me  one  penny ! 

God  be  with  my  father ! "  he  said, 
"On  his  land  he  lived  merrily." 

Still  in  a  study  there  as  he  stood, 
He  unbethought  him  of  a  bill — 

He  unbethought  him  of  a  bill 

Which  his  father  had  left  with  him; 

Bade  him  he  should  never  on  it  look 

Till  he  was  in  extreme  need; 
"And  by  my  faith,"  said  the  heir  of  Linne, 

"Than  now  I  had  never  more  need." 


He  took  the  bill,  and  looked  it  on, 

Good  comfort  that  he  found  there;  70 

It  told  him  of  a  castle  wall 

Where  there  stood  three  chests  in  fere. 

Two  were  full  of  the  beaten  gold, 
The  third  was  full  of  white  money. 

He  turned  then  down  his  bags  of  bread, 
And  filled  them  full  of  gold  and  fee. 

Then  he  did  never  cease  nor  blin, 

Till  John  of  the  Scales'  house  he  did  win. 

When  that  he  came  to  John  of  the  Scales, 
Up  at  the  speer  he  looked  then.  80 


THE   HEIR   OF   LINNE  51 

There  sat  three  lords  upon  a  row, 

And  John  o'  the  Scales  sat  at  the  board's  head, 
And  John  o'  the  Scales  sat  at  the  board's  head, 

Because  he  was  the  lord  of  Linne. 

And  then  bespake  the  heir  of  Linne, 

To  John  o'  the  Scales'  wife  thus  said  he; 

Said,  "Dame,  wilt  thou  not  trust  me  one  shot 
That  I  may  sit  down  in  this  company  ? " 

"Now  Christ's  curse  on  my  head,"  she  said, 
"If  I  do  trust  thee  one  penny ! "  90 

Then  bespake  a  good  fellow, 

Which  sat  by  John  o'  the  Scales  his  knee ; 

Said,  "  Have  thou  here,  thou  heir  of  Linne, 

Forty  pence  I  will  lend  thee; 
Some  time  a  good  fellow  thou  hast  been; 

And  other  forty  if  need  be." 

They  drunken  wine  that  was  so  clear, 
.  And  every  man  they  made  merry; 
And  then  bespake  him  John  o'  the  Scales, 
Unto  the  lord  of  Linne  said  he;  100 

Said,  "  How  dost  thou,  heir  of  Linne, 
Since  I  did  buy  thy  lands  of  thee? 

I  will  sell  it  to  thee  twenty  pound  better  cheap 
Nor  ever  I  did  buy  it  of  thee." 

"I  draw  you  to  record,  lordes  all." 
With  that  he  cast  him  a  God's  penny; 

Then  he  took  to  his  bags  of  bread, 
And  they  were  full  of  the  gold  so  red. 

4—2 


52  OLD  BALLADS 

He  told  him  the  gold  then  over  the  board, 
It  wanted  never  a  broad  penny.  no 

"That  gold  is  thine,  the  land  is  mine, 
And  heir  of  Linne  again  I  will  be." 

"Now  welladay!"  said  John  o'  the  Scales'  wife, 

"Welladay,  and  woe  is  me! 
Yesterday  I  was  the  lady  of  Linne, 

And  now  I  am  but  John  o'  the  Scales'  wife ! " 

Says,  "Have  thou  here,  thou  good  fellow, 

Forty  pence  thou  did  lend  me, 
Forty  pence  thou  did  lend  me, 

And  forty  pound  I  will  give  thee.  120 

"I'll  make  thee  keeper  of  my  forest, 
Both  of  the  wild  deer  and  the  tame," 


But  then  bespake  the  heir  of  Linne, 

These  were  the  words,  and  thus  said  he, 

"Christ's  curse  light  upon  my  crown, 
If  e'er  my  land  stand  in  any  jeopardy ! " 


BARBARA  ALLAN  53 


BARBARA  ALLAN 

It  was  in  and  about  the  Martinmas  time, 
When  the  green  leaves  were  a-falling, 

That  Sir  John  Graeme,  in  the  West  Country, 
Fell  in  love  with  Barbara  Allan. 

He  sent  his  men  down  through  the  town, 
To  the  place  where  she  was  dwelling; 

"  0  haste  and  come  to  my  master  dear, , 
Grin  ye  be  Barbara  Allan." 

0  hooly,  hooly  rose  she  up, 

To  the  place  where  he  was  lying,  10 

And  when  she  drew  the  curtain  by, 

" Young  man,  I  think  you're  dying." 

"0  it's  I  am  sick,  and  very,  very  sick, 

And  't  is  a'  for  Barbara  Allan." 
"  0  the  better  for  me  ye  's  never  be, 

Tho'  your  heart's  blood  were  a-spilling." 

"0  dinna  ye  mind,  young  man,"  said  she, 
"When  ye  was  in  the  tavern  a  drinking, 

That  ye  made  the  healths  gae  round  and  round, 
And  slighted  Barbara  Allan  ?  "  20 

He  turn'd  his  face  unto  the  wall, 

And  death  was  with  him  dealing; 
"Adieu,  adieu,  my  dear  friends  all, 

And  be  kind  to  Barbara  Allan." 


54  OLD   BALLADS 

And  slowly,  slowly  raise  she  up, 
And  slowly,  slowly  left  him, 

And  sighing  said  she  could  not  stay, 
Since  death  of  life  had  reft  him. 


She  had  not  gane  a  mile  but  twa, 

When  she  heard  the  dead-bell  ringing,  30 

And  every  jow  that  the  dead-bell  geid, 

It  cry'd,  "Woe  to  Barbara  Allan!" 

"O  mother,  mother,  make  my  bed, 

O  make  it  saft  and  narrow! 
Since  my  love  died  for  me  to-day, 

1 711  die  for  him  to-morrow." 


LORD  RANDAL 

"  O  where  hae  ye  been,  Lord  Randal,  my  son  ? 

0  where  hae  ye  been,  my  handsome  young  man?" 

"I   hae  been  to   the   wild   wood;   mother,   make   my 

bed  soon, 
For  I  'm  weary  wi'  hunting,  and  fain  wald  lie  down." 

"Where  gat  ye  your  dinner,  Lord  Randal,  my  son? 
Where    gat   ye    your    dinner,    my   handsome   young 

man?" 
"I   dined  wi'  my  true-love;   mother,   make  my  bed 

soon, 
For  I  'm  weary  wi'  hunting,  and  fain  wald  lie  down." 


LORD   RANDAL  55 

"  What  gat  ye  to  your  dinner,  Lord  Randal,  my  son  ? 
What  gat  ye  to   your   dinner,  my  handsome  young 
man  ?  "  10 

"  I  gat  eels  boil'd  in  broo ;  mother,  make  my  bed  soon, 
For  I  'm  weary  wi7  hunting,  and  fain  wald  lie  down." 

"  What   became  of  your  bloodhounds,  Lord  Randal, 

my  son? 
What   became   of   your   bloodhounds,   my  handsome 

young  man  ?  " 
"0   they  swell'd   and   they  died;    mother,  make  my 

bed  soon, 
For  1 7m  weary  wi'  hunting,  and  fain  wald  lie  down." 

"01  fear  ye  are  poison'd,  Lord  Randal,  my  sonf 
O  I  fear  ye  are  poison'd,  my  handsome  young  man ! "" 
"  0  yes,  I  am  poison'd ;  mother,  make  my  bed  soon,. 
For   I'm    sick    at   the   heart,    and    I    fain    wald   lie 
down."  20 


FAIR  ANNIE  OF  ROUGH  ROYAL 

"0  wha  will  shoe  my  fu'  fair  foot? 

And  wha  will  glove  my  hand? 
And  wha  will  lace  my  middle  jimp, 

Wi7  the  new-made  London  band? 

"And  wha  will  kaim  my  yellow  hair, 
Wi'  the  new-made  silver  kaim  ? 

And  wha  will  father  my  young  son, 
Till  Love  Grregor  come  hame?" 


56  OLD   BALLADS 

"Your  father  will  shoe  your  fu'  fair  foot, 
Your  mother  will  glove  your  hand; 

Your  sister  will  lace  your  middle  jimp 
Wi'  the  new-made  London  band. 


"Your  brother  will  kaim  your  yellow  hair, 

Wi'  the  new-made  silver  kaim; 
And  the  king  of  heaven  will  father  your  bairn, 

Till  Love  Gregor  come  hame." 

"But  I  will  get  a  bonny  boat, 

And  I  will  sail  the  sea, 
For  I  maun  gang  to  Love  Gregor, 

Since  he  canno  come  hame  to  me."  20 

0  she  has  gotten  a  bonny  boat, 

And  saiFd  the  sa't  sea  faem; 
She  lang'd  to  see  her  ain  true-love, 

Since  he  could  no  come  hame. 

"0  row  your  boat,  my  mariners, 

And  bring  me  to  the  land, 
For  yonder  I  see  my  love's  castle, 

Close  by  the  sa't  sea  strand." 

She  has  ta'en  her  young  son  in  her  arms, 
And  to  the  door  she's  gone,  30 

And  lang  she's  knock'd  and  sair  she  ca'd, 
But  answer  got  she  none. 

"0  open  the  door,  Love  Grregor,"  she  says, 

"0  open,  and  let  me  in; 
For  the  wind  blaws  thro'  my  yellow  hair, 

And  the  rain  draps  o'er  my  chin." 


FAIR   ANNIE   OF   ROUGH   ROYAL  57 

"Awa',  awa',  ye  ill  woman, 

You're  nae  come  here  for  good; 
You're  but  some  witch,  or  wile  warlock, 

Or  mermaid  of  the  flood."  40 

"I  am  neither  a  witch  nor  a  wile  warlock, 

Nor  mermaid  of  the  sea, 
I  am  Fair  Annie  of  Rough  Royal; 

0  open  the  door  to  me." 

"Grin  ye  be  Annie  of  Rough  Royal— 

And  I  trust  ye  are  not  she — 
Now  tell  me  some  of  the  love-tokens 

That  past  between  you  and  me." 

"0  dinna  you  mind  now,  Love  Gregor, 

When  we  sat  at  the  wine,  5° 

How  we  changed  the  rings  frae  our  fingers? 
And  I  can  show  thee  thine. 

"  0  yours  was  good,  and  good  eneugh, 

But  ay  the  best  was  mine; 
For  yours  was  o'  the  good  red  goud, 

But  mine  o'  the  di'monds  fine. 

"But  open  the  door  now,  Love  Gregor, 

0  open  the  door  I  pray, 
For  your  young  son  that  is  in  my  arms 

Will  be  dead  ere  it  be  day."  60 

"Awa7,  awa',  ye  ill  woman, 

For  here  ye  shaiino  win  in; 
Gae  drown  ye  in  the  raging  sea, 

Or  hang  on  the  gallows-pin." 


58  OLD  BALLADS 

When  the  cock  had  crawii,  and  day  did  dawn, 

And  the  sun  began  to  peep, 
Then  up  raise  him  Love  Gregor, 

And  sair,  sair  did  he  weep. 


"01  dream'd  a  dream,  my  mother  dear, 

The  thoughts  o'  it  gars  me  greet,  70 

That  Fair  Annie  of  Rough  Royal 
Lay  cauld  dead  at  my  feet." 

"Grin  it  be  for  Annie  of  Rough  Royal 

That  ye  make  a7  this  din, 
She  stood  a7  last  night  at  this  door, 


"O  wae  betide  ye,  ill  woman, 

An  ill  dead  may  ye  die ! 
That  ye  wouldno  open  the  door  to  her, 

Nor  yet  would  waken  me."  80 

0  he  has  gone  down  to  yon  shore-side, 

As  fast  as  he  could  fare; 
He  saw  Fair  Annie  in  her  boat 

But  the  wind  it  toss'd  her  sair. 

And  "Hey,  Annie!"  and  "How,  Annie! 

O  Annie,  winna  ye  bide?" 
But  aye  the  mair  that  he  cried  "Annie," 

The  braider  grew  the  tide. 

And  "Hey,  Annie!"  and  "How,  Annie! 

Dear  Annie,  speak  to  me ! "  90 

But  aye  the  louder  he  cried  "Annie," 

The  louder  roar'd  the  sea. 


FAIR  ANNIE  OF  ROUGH  ROYAL         59 

The  wind  blew  loud,  the  sea  grew  rough, 

And  dash'd  the  boat  on  shore; 
Fair  Annie  floats  on  the  raging  sea, 

But  her  young  son  raise  no  more. 

Love  Grregor  tare  his  yellow  hair, 

And  made  a  heavy  moan; 
Fair  Annie's  corpse  lay  at  his  feet, 

But  his  bonny  young  son  was  gone.  100 

0  cherry,  cherry  was  her  cheek, 

And  gowden  was  her  hair, 
But  clay-cold  were  her  rosy  lips, 

Nae  spark  of  life  was  there. 

And  first  he's  kissed  her  cherry  cheek, 

And  neist  he's  kissed  her  chin; 
And  saftly  press'd  her  rosy  lips, 

But  there  was  nae  breath  within. 


"0  wae  betide  my  cruel  mother, 

And  an  ill  dead  may  she  die!  no 

For  she  turn'd  my  true-love  frae  the  door, 

When  she  came  sae  far  to  me." 


60  OLD  BALLADS 


THE  GAY  GOSHAWK 


" 


0  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." 

"0  how  can  I  your  true-love  ken, 

Or  how  can  I  her  know  ? 
When  frae  her  mouth  I  never  heard  couth, 

Nor  wi'  my  eyes  her  saw." 

"0  well  sail  ye  my  true-love  ken, 

As  soon  as  you  her  see;  10 

For,  of  a'  the  flow'rs  in  fair  Englan', 

The  fairest  flow'r  is  she. 

"At  even  at  my  love's  bow'r-door 

There  grows  a  bowing  birk, 
An'  sit  ye  down  and  sing  thereon 

As  she  gangs  to  the  kirk. 

"An'  four-and-  twenty  ladies  fair 

Will  wash  and  go  to  kirk, 
But  well  sail  ye  my  true-love  ken, 

For  she  wears  goud  on  her  skirt.  20 

"An'  four-and-twenty  gay  ladies 

Will  to  the  mass  repair, 
But  well  sail  ye  my  true-love  ken, 

For  she  wears  goud  on  her  hair." 


THE   GAY    GOSHAWK  61 

0  even  at  that  lady's  bow'r-door 

There  grows  a  bowin'  birk, 
An3  he  sat  down  and  sang  thereon, 

As  she  gaed  to  the  kirk. 

"0  eat  and  drink,  my  marys  a', 

The  wine  flows  you  among,  3° 

Till  I  gang  to  my  shot-window, 

An'  hear  yon  bonny  bird's  song. 

"Sing  on,  sing  on,  my  bonny  bird, 

The  song  ye  sang  yestreen, 
For  I  ken  by  your  sweet  singin', 

You're  frae  my  true-love  sen'." 

0  first  he  sang  a  merry  song, 

An'  then  he  sang  a  grave, 
An'  then  he  peck'd  his  feathers  gray, 

To  her  the  letter  gave.  40 

"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  die. 

"He  bids  you  write  a  letter  to  him; 

He  says  he  's  sent  you  five ; 
He  canno  wait  your  love  langer, 

Tho'  you're  the  fairest  woman  alive.^' 

"Ye  bid  him  bake  his  bridal  bread, 
And  brew  his  bridal  ale,  5° 

An'  I'll  meet  him  in  fair  Scotlan' 
Lang,  lang  or  it  be  stale." 


62  OLD  BALLADS 

She  's  done  her  to  her  father  dear, 

Fa'n  low  down  on  her  knee : 
"A  boon,  a  boon,  my  father  dear, 

I  pray  you,  grant  it  me." 

"  Ask  on,  ask  on,  my  daughter, 

An'  granted  it  sail  be; 
Except  ae  squire  in  fair  Scotlan', 

An'  him  you  sail  never  see." 

"The  only  boon  my  father  dear, 

That  I  do  crave  of  thee, 
Is,  gin  I  die  in  southin  lan's, 

In  Scotland  to  bury  me. 

"  An'  the  firstin  kirk  that  ye  come  till, 

Ye  gar  the  bells  be  rung, 
An'  the  nextin  kirk  that  ye  come  till, 

Ye  gar  the  mass  be  sung. 

"An'  the  thirdin  kirk  that  ye  come  till, 
You  deal  gold  for  my  sake,  70 

An'  the  fourthin  kirk  that  ye  come  till, 
You  tarry  there  till  night." 

She 's  done  her  to  her  bigly  bow'r, 

As  fast  as  she  could  fare, 
An'  she  has  ta'en  a  sleepy  draught, 

That  she  had  mix'd  wi'  care. 

She 's  laid  her  down  upon  her  bed, 

An'  soon  she 's  fa'n  asleep, 
And  soon  o'er  every  tender  limb 

Cauld  death  began  to  creep.  80 


THE   GAY   GOSHAWK  63 

Whan  night  was  flown,  an'  day  was  come, 

Nae  ane  that  did  her  see 
But  thought  she  was  as  surely  dead 

As  ony  lady  could  be. 

Her  father  an'  her  brothers  dear 

Garred  make  to  her  a  bier; 
The  tae  half  was  o'  guid  red  gold, 

The  tither  o'  silver  clear. 

Her  mither  an'  her  sisters  fair 

Garred  work  for  her  a  sark ;  9° 

The  tae  half  was  o'  cambrick  fine, 

The  tither  o'  needle-wark. 

The  firstiii  kirk  that  they  came  till, 

They  garred  the  bells  be  rung, 
An'  the  nextin  kirk  that  they  came  till, 

They  garred  the  mass  be  sung. 

The  thirdin  kirk  that  they  came  till, 

They  dealt  gold  for  her  sake, 
An7  the  fourthin  kirk  that  they  came  till, 

Lo,  there  they  met  her  make  !  100 

"  Lay  down,  lay  down  the  bigly  bier, 

Let  me  the  dead  look  on." 
Wi'  cherry  cheeks  and  ruby  lips 

She  lay  an'  smil'd  on  him. 

"0  ae  sheave  o'  your  bread,  true-love, 

An'  ae  glass  o'  your  wine, 
For  I  hae  fasted  for  your  sake 

These  days  is  fully  nine. 


64  OLD  BALLADS 

"(rang  hame,  gang  name,  my  seven  bold  brothers, 
Gang  hame  and  sound  your  horn;  no 

An'  ye  may  boast  in  southin  lan's 
Your  sister's  play'd  you  scorn." 


THOMAS  RYMER 

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. 

Her  skirt  was  of  the  grass-green  silk, 

Her  mantle  of  the  velvet  fine, 
At  ilka  tett  of  her  horse's  mane 

Hung  fifty  silver  bells  and  nine. 

True  Thomas  he  took  off  his  hat, 

And  bowed  him  low  down  till  his  knee :        10 
"All  hail,  thou  mighty  Queen  of  Heaven! 

For  your  peer  on  earth  I  never  did  see." 

"O  no,  0  no,  True  Thomas,"  she  says, 
"That  name  does  not  belong  to  me; 

I  am  but  the  queen  of  fair  Elfland, 
And  I'm  come  here  for  to  visit  thee. 

"But  ye  maun  go  wi'  me  now,  Thomas, 
True  Thomas,  ye  maun  go  wi'  me, 

For  ye  maun  serve  me  seven  years, 

Thro'  weal  or  wae,  as  may  chance  to  be."     20 


THOMAS   RYMER  65 

She  turned  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. 

For  forty  days  and  forty  nights 

He  wade  thro'  red  blude  to  the  knee, 

And  he  saw  neither  sun  nor  moon, 
But  heard  the  roaring  of  the  sea. 

0  they  rade  on,  and  further  on, 

Until  they  came  to  a  garden  green :  30 

"  Light  down,  light  down,  ye  lady  free, 

Some  of  that  fruit  let  me  pull  to  thee." 

"0  no,  0  no,  True  Thomas,"  she  says, 

"That  fruit  maun  not  be  touched  by  thee, 

For  a'  the  plagues  that  are  in  hell 
Light  on  the  fruit  of  this  country. 

"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 

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  fairlies  three. 

"  0  see  not  ye  yon  narrow  road, 

So  thick  beset  wi'  thorns  and  briers  ? 

That  is  the  path  of  righteousness, 
Tho'  after  it  but  few  enquires. 

s.  5 


66  OLD  BALLADS 

"And  see  not  ye  that  braid  braid  road, 

That  lies  across  yon  lily  leven  ? 
That  is  the  path  of  wickedness, 

Tho'  some  call  it  the  road  to  heaven. 

"And  see  not  ye  that  bonny  road, 
Which  winds  about  the  ferny  brae? 

That  is  the  road  to  fair  Elfland, 

Where  you  and  I  this  night  maun  gae. 

"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  country."  60 

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. 


EDWARD 

"Why  does  your  brand  sae  drap  wi'  bluid, 

Edward,  Edward? 
Why  does  your  brand  sae  drap  wij  bluid, 

And  why  sae  sad  gang  ye,  0  ? " 
"0,  I  hae  killed  my  hauke  sae  guid, 

Mither,  mither: 

0,  I  hae  killed  my  hauke  sae  guid, 
And  I  had  nae  mair  but  he,  O." 


EDWAKD  67 

"Your  haukis  bluid  was  nevir  sae  reid, 

Edward,  Edward.  10 

Your  haukis  bluid  was  nevir  sae  reid, 

My  deir  son  I  tell  thee,  0." 
"  0,  I  hae  killed  my  reid-roan  steid, 

Mither,  mither: 
O,  I  hae  killed  my  reid-roan  steid, 

That  erst  was  sae  fair  and  frie,  0." 

"Your  steid  was  auld,  and  ye  hae  gat  mair, 

Edward,  Edward: 
Your  steid  was  auld,  and  ye  hae  gat  mair, 

Sum  other  dule  ye  drie,  0."  20 

"0,  I  hae  killed  my  fadir  deir, 
Mither,  mither : 
O,  I  hae  killed  my  fadir  deir, 
Alas!   and  wae  is  me,  O!" 

"And  whatten  penance  wul  ye  drie  for  that, 

Edward,  Edward? 
And  whatten  penance  wul  ye  drie  for  that, 

My  deir  son,  now  tell  me,  0." 
"I'll  set  my  feit  in  yonder  boat, 

Mither,  mither:  30 

I'll  set  my  feit  in  yonder  boat, 

And  I'll  fare  over  the  sea,  0." 

"  And  what  wul  ye  doe  wi'  your  towers  and  your  ha7, 

Edward,  Edward? 
And  what  wul  ye  doe  wi'  your  towers  and  your  ha', 

That  were  sae  fair  to  see,  0?" 
"  I  '11  let  them  stand  till  they  doun  fa', 

Mither,  mither: 
I'll  let  them  stand  till  they  doun  fa', 

For  here  never  mair  maun  I  be,  0."  40 

5—2 


68  OLD   BALLADS 


r  wife. 


"  And  what  wul  ye  leive  to  your  bairns  and  your  wife, 

Edward,  Edward? 
And  what  wul  ye  leive  to  your  bairns  and  your  wife, 

Whan  ye  gang  over  the  sea,  0  ? " 
"The  warldis  room,  let  them  beg  throw  life, 

Mither,  mither: 

The  warldis  room,  let  them  beg  throw  life, 
For  them  never  mair  wul  I  see,  0." 

"And  what  wul  ye  leive  to  your  ain  mither  deir, 

Edward,  Edward?  50 

And  what  wul  ye  leive  to  your  ain  mither  deir? 

My  deir  son,  now  tell  me,  0." 
"The  curse  of  hell  frae  me  sail  ye  beir, 

Mither,  mither : 

The  curse  of  hell  frae  me  sail  ye  beir, 
Sic  counseils  ye  gave  to  me,  0." 


THE  TWA  CORBIES 

As  I  was  walking  all  alane, 

I  heard  twa  corbies  making  a  mane, 

The  tane  unto  the  t'other  say, 

"Where  sail  we  gang  and  dine  to-day?" 

"In  behint  yon  auld  fail  dyke, 
I  wot  there  lies  a  new-slain  knight; 
And  nae  body  kens  that  he  lies  there, 
But  his  hawk,  his  hound,  and  lady  fair. 


THE   TWA    CORBIES  69 

"His  hound  is  to  the  hunting  gane, 

His  hawk  to  fetch  the  wild-fowl  name,  10 

His  lady's  ta'en  another  mate,, 

So  we  may  mak'  our  dinner  sweet. 

"Ye '11  sit  on  his  white  hause-bane, 
And  I'll  pike  out  his  bonny  blue  een: 
Wi'  ae  lock  o'  his  gowden  hair 
We'll  theek  our  nest  when  it  grows  bare. 

"Mony  a  one  for  him  makes  mane, 

But  nane  sail  ken  whare  he  is  gane: 

O'er  his  white  banes,  when  they  are  bare, 

The  wind  sail  blaw  for  evermair."  20 


THE  BAILIFF'S  DAUGHTER  OF  ISLINGTON 

There  was  a  youth,  and  a  well-beloved  youth, 

And  he  was  a  squire's  son; 
He  loved  the  bailiff's  daughter  dear, 

That  lived  in  Islington. 

She  was  coy,  and  she  would  not  believe 

That  he  did  love  her  so, 
No,  nor  at  any  time  she  would 

Any  countenance  to  him  show. 

But  when  his  friends  did  understand 

His  fond  and  foolish  mind,  10 

They  sent  him  up  to  fair  London, 
An  apprentice  for  to  bind. 


70  OLD  BALLADS 

And  when  he  had  been  seven  long  years, 

And  his  love  he  had  not  seen: 
"  Many  a  tear  have  I  shed  for  her  sake 

When  she  little  thought  of  me." 

All  the  maids  of  Islington 

Went  forth  to  sport  and  play; 
All  but  the  bailiff's  daughter  dear; 

She  secretly  stole  away. 

She  put  off  her  gown  of  gray, 

And  put  on  her  puggish  attire; 
She  is  up  to  fair  London  gone, 

Her  true-love  to  require. 

As  she  went  along  the  road, 

The  weather  being  hot  and  dry, 
There  was  she  aware  of  her  true-love, 

At  length  came  riding  by. 

She  stept  to  him,  as  red  as  any  rose, 
And  took  him  by  the  bridle-ring :  30 

"I  pray  you,  kind  sir,  give  me  one  penny, 
To  ease  my  weary  limb." 

"I  prithee,  sweetheart,  canst  thou  tell  me 

Where  that  thou  wast  born?" 
"At  Islington,  kind  sir,"  said  she, 

"Where  I  have  had  many  a  scorn." 

"I  prithee,  sweetheart,  canst  thou  tell  me 

Whether  thou  dost  know 
The  bailiff's  daughter  of  Islington?" 

"She's  dead,  sir,  long  ago."  40 


THE  BAILIFF'S  DAUGHTER  OF  ISLINGTON        71 

"Then  I  will  sell  my  goodly  steed, 

My  saddle  and  my  bow; 
I  will  into  some  far  country, 

Where  no  man  doth  me  know." 

"0  stay,  0  stay,  thou  goodly  youth! 

She  ?s  alive,  she  is  not  dead ; 
Here  she  standeth  by  thy  side, 

And  is  ready  to  be  thy  bride." 

"0  farewell  grief,  and  welcome  joy, 

Ten  thousand  times  and  more!  5° 

For  now  I  have  seen  my  own  true-love, 

That  I  thought  I  should  have  seen  no  more." 


YOUNG  BENJIE 

Of  a'  the  maids  oj  fair  Scotland, 

The  fairest  was  Marjorie; 
And  young  Benjie  was  her  ae  true-love, 

And  a  dear  true-love  was  he. 

And  wow !   but  they  were  lovers  dear, 

And  loved  fu?  constantlie; 
But  ay  the  mair  when  they  fell  out, 

The  sairer  was  their  plea. 

And  they  hae  quarrelled  on  a  day, 

Till  Marjorie's  heart  grew  wae,  10 

And  she  said  she'd  chuse  another  luve, 

And  let  young  Benjie  gae. 


72  OLD   BALLADS 

And  he  was  stout,  and  proud  hearted, 

And  thought  o't  bitterlie, 
And  he's  gaen  by  the  wan  moon-light, 

To  meet  his  Marjorie. 

"0  open,  open,  my  true  love! 

O  open,  and  let  me  in ! " 
"I  dare  na  open,  young  Benjie, 

My  three  brothers  are  within." 

"Ye  lied,  ye  lied,  my  bonny  burd, 

Sae  loud's  I  hear  ye  lie; 
As  I  came  by  the  Lowden  banks, 

They  bade  gude  e'en  to  me. 

"But  fare  ye  weel,  my  ae  fause  love, 

That  I  hae  loved  sae  lang ! 
It  sets  ye  chuse  another  love, 

And  let  young  Benjie  gang." 

Then  Marjorie  turned  her  round  about, 

The  tear  blinding  her  ee,  30 

"I  darena,  darena  let  thee  in, 
But  I'll  come  down  to  thee." 

Then  saft  she  smiled,  and  said  to  him, 

"0  what  ill  hae  I  done?" 
He  took  her  in  his  armes  twa, 

And  threw  her  o'er  the  linn. 

The  stream  was  strang,  the  maid  was  stout, 

And  laith  laith  to  be  dang, 
But,  ere  she  wan  the  Lowden  banks, 

Her  fair  colour  was  wan.  40 


YOUNG   BENJIE  73 

Then  up  bespak  her  eldest  brother, 

"  0  see  na  ye  what  I  see  ? " 
And  out  then  spak  her  second  brother, 

"It's  our  sister  Marjorie!" 

Out  then  spak  her  eldest  brother, 

"0  how  shall  we  her  ken?" 
And  out  then  spak  her  youngest  brother, 

" There's  a  honey  mark  on  her  chin." 

Then  they've  ta'en  up  the  comely  corpse, 

And  laid  it  on  the  ground:  50 

"  0  wha  has  killed  our  ae  sister, 
And  how  can  he  be  found? 

"The  night  it  is  her  low  lykewake, 

The  morn  her  burial  day, 
And  we  maun  watch  at  mirk  midnight, 

And  hear  what  she  will  say." 

Wi'  doors  ajar,  and  candle-light, 

And  torches  burning  clear, 
The  streikit  corpse,  till  still  midnight, 

They  waked,  but  naething  hear.  60 

About  the  middle  o'  the  night, 

The  cocks  began  to  craw, 
And  at  the  dead  hour  o'  the  night, 

The  corpse  began  to  thraw. 

"  0  wha  has  done  the  wrang,  sister, 

Or  dared  the  deadly  sin? 
Wha  was  sae  stout,  and  feared  nae  dout, 

As  throw  ye  o'er  the  linn?" 


OLD   BALLADS 

''  Young  Benjie  was  the  first  ae  man, 

I  laid  my  love  upon; 
He  was  sae  stout  and  proud-hearted, 

He  threw  me  o'er  the  linn." 

"Sail  we  young  Benjie  head,  sister, 

Sail  we  young  Benjie  hang, 
Or  sail  we  pike  out  his  twa  gray  een, 

And  punish  him  ere  he  gang  ? " 

"Ye  mauna  Benjie  head,  brothers, 

Ye  mauna  Benjie  hang, 
But  ye  maun  pike  out  his  twa  gray  e'en, 

And  punish  him  ere  he  gang.  80 

"Tie  a  green  gravat  round  his  neck, 

And  lead  him  out  and  in, 
And  the  best  ae  servant  about  your  house, 

To  wait  young  Benjie  on. 

"And  ay,  at  every  seven  year's  end, 

Ye '11  tak  him  to  the  linn; 
For  that 's  the  penance  he  maun  drie, 

To  scug  his  deadly  sin." 


THE    LYKE-WAKE   DIRGE  75 


THE  LYKE-WAKE  DIRGE 

This  ae  nighty  this  ae  night, 

Every  night  and  all, 
Fire  and  fleet  and  candle-light, 

And  Christ  receive  thy  saule ! 

When  thou  from  hence  away  art  past, 

Every  night  and  all 
To  Whinny-muir  thou  comest  at  last; 

And  Christ  receive  thy  saule ! 

If  ever  thou  gavest  hosen  and  shoon, 

Every  night  and  all  I0 

Sit  thee  down  and  put  them  on; 
And  Christ  receive  thy  saule ! 

But  if  hosen  and  shoon  thou  never  gave  none 

Every  night  and  all 
The  Whins  shall  prick  thee  to  the  bare  bone; 

And  Christ  receive  thy  saule ! 

From  Whinny-muir  when  thou  mayst  pass 

Every  night  and  all 
To  Brig  o'  Dread  thou  comest  at  last; 

And  Christ  receive  thy  saule !  20 

From  Brig  o?  Dread  when  thou  mayst  pass 

Every  night  and  all 
To  Purgatory  fire  thou  comest  at  last; 

And  Christ  receive  thy  saule  ! 


76  OLD   BALLADS 

If  ever  thou  gavest  milk  or  drink, 

Every  night  and  all 
The  fire  shall  never  make  thee  shrink; 

And  Christ  receive  thy  saule ! 

But  if  milk  nor  drink  thou  never  gave  none, 
Every  night  and  all  30 

The  fire  shall  burn  thee* to  the  bare  bone; 
And  Christ  receive  thy  saule ! 

This  ae  night,  this  ae  night, 

Every  night  and  all, 
Fire  and  fleet  and  candle-light, 

And  Christ  receive  thy  saule ! 


THE  DEMON  LOVER 

"0  whare  hae  ye  been,  my  dearest  dear, 
These  seven  lang  years  and  more?" 

"0  I  am  come  to  seek  my  former  vows, 
That  ye  promised  me  before." 

"Awa'  wi'  your  former  vows,"  she  says, 

"Or  else  ye  will  breed  strife; 
Awa'  wi'  your  former  vows,"  she  says, 

"For  I'm  become  a  wife. 

"I  am  married  to  a  ship-carpenter, 

A  ship-carpenter  he's  bound;  10 

I  wadna  he  ken'd  my  mind  this  nicht 

For  twice  five  hundred  pound." 


THE   DEMON   LOVER  77 

She  has  put  her  foot  on  gude  ship-board, 

And  on  ship-board  she's  gane, 
And  the  veil  that  hung  o'er  her  face 

Was  a'  wi'  gowd  begane. 

She  had  na  sailed  a  league,  a  league, 

A  league  but  barely  twa, 
Till  she  did  mind, on  the  husband  she  left, 

And  her  wee  young  son  alsua.  20 

"0  haud  your  tongue,  my  dearest  dear, 

Let  all  your  follies  a-be; 
I'll  show  whare  the  white  lillies  grow, 

On  the  banks  of  Italie." 

She  had  na  sailed  a  league,  a  league, 

A  league  but  barely  three, 
Till  grim,  grim  grew  his  countenance, 

And  gurly  grew  the  sea. 

"0  haud  your  tongue,  my  dearest  dear, 

Let  all  your  follies  a-be;  3° 

I'll  show  whare  the  white  lillies  grow, 
In  the  bottom  of  the  sea." 

He's  ta'en  her  by  the  milk-white  hand, 
And  he's  thrown  her  in  the  main; 

And  full  five-and-twenty  hundred  ships 
Perish'd  all  on  the  coast  of  Spain. 


78  OLD  BALLADS 


FAIR  HELEN  OF  KIRCONNELL 

I  wish  I  were  where  Helen  lies,, 
Night  and  day  on  me  she  cries, 
0  that  I  were  where  Helen  lies, 
On  fair  Kirconnell  Lee! 

Curst  be  the  heart  that  thought  the  thought, 
And  curst  the  hand  that  fired  the  shot, 
When  in  my  arms  burd  Helen  dropt, 
And  died  to  succour  me. 

0  think  na  ye  my  heart  was  sair, 

When  my  love  dropt  down  and  spak  nae  mair?  10 
There  did  she  swoon  wi'  meikle  care, 
On  fair  Kirconnell  Lee. 

As  I  went  down  the  water  side, 
None  but  my  foe  to  be  my  guide, 
None  but  my  foe  to  be  my  guide, 
On  fair  Kirconnell  Lee. 

1  lighted  down,  my  sword  did  draw, 
I  hacked  him  in  pieces  sma', 

I  hacked  him  in  pieces  sma', 

For  her  sake  that  died  for  me.  20 

0  Helen  fair,  beyond  compare, 
I'll  make  a  garland  of  thy  hair, 
Shall  bind  my  heart  for  evermair, 
Untill  the  day  I  die. 


FAIR   HELEN    OF    KIRCONNELL  79 

O  that  I  were  where  Helen  lies, 
Night  and  day  on  me  she  cries, 
Out  of  my  bed  she  bids  me  rise, 
Says,  "  Haste,  and  come  to  me !  " 

0  Helen  fair !   O  Helen  chaste ! 

If  I  were  with  thee  I  were  blest,  .  30 

Where  thou  lies  low,  and  takes  thy  rest, 
On  fair  Kircoiinell  Lee. 

1  wish  my  grave  were  growing  green, 
A  winding-sheet  drawn  ower  my  e'en 
And  I  in  Helen's  arms  lying 

On  fair  Kirconnell  Lee. 

I  wish  I  were  where  Helen  lies, 
Night  and  day  on  me  she  cries, 
And  I  am  weary  of  the  skies, 

For  her  sake  that  died  for  me.  40 


THE  BONNY  EARL  OF  MURRAY 

Ye  Highlands  and  ye  Lawlands, 
Oh !   where  have  you  been  ? 

They  have  slain  the  Earl  of  Murray, 
And  they  lay'd  him  on  the  green! 

Now  wae  be  to  thee,  Huntly, 
And  wherefore  did  you  sae? 

I  bade  you  bring  him  wij  you, 
But  forbade  you  him  to  slay. 


80  OLD  BALLADS 

He  was  a  braw  gallant, 

And  lie  rid  at  the  ring; 
And  the  bonny  Earl  of  Murray, 

Oh!   he  might  have  been  a  King. 

He  was  a  braw  gallant, 

And  he  play'd  at  the  ba'; 
And  the  bonny  Earl  of  Murray 

Was  the  flower  amang  them  a'. 

He  was  a  braw  gallant, 

And  he  play'd  at  the  glove; 
And  the  bonny  Earl  of  Murray, 

Oh!  he  was  the  Queen's  love.  20 

Oh!   lang  will  his  lady 

Look  o'er  the  castle  Down, 
E'er  she  see  the  Earl  of  Murray 

Come  sounding  thro'  the  town. 


BONNIE  GEORGE  CAMPBELL 

Hie  upon  Hielands 

And  low  upon  Tay, 
Bonnie  George  Campbell 

Rade  out  on  a  day. 
Saddled  and  bridled 

And  gallant  rade  he; 
Hame  came  his  gude  horse, 

But  never  cam  he ! 


BONNIE  GEORGE  CAMPBELL  81 

Out  cam  his  auld  mither 

Greeting  fuj  sair,  10 

And  out  cam  his  bonnie  bride 

Rivin'  her  hair. 
Saddled  and  bridled 

And  booted  rade  he; 
Toom  name  cam  the  saddle, 

But  never  cam  he ! 

"My  meadow  lies  green, 

And  my  corn  is  unshorn; 
My  barn  is  to  big, 

And  my  babie  's  unborn."  20 

Saddled  and  bridled 

And  booted  rade  he; 
Toom  hame  cam  the  saddle, 

But  never  cam  he ! 


THE  TWA  BROTHERS 

There  were  twa  brethren  in  the  north, 
They  went  to  the  school  thegithar; 

The  one  unto  the  other  said, 
"Will  you  try  a  warsle  afore?3' 

They  warsled  up,  they  warsled  down, 

Till  Sir  John  fell  to  the  ground, 
And  there  was  a  knife  in  Sir  Willie's  pouch, 

Gied  him  a  deadlie  wound. 

"0  brither  dear,  take  me  on  your  back, 

Carry  me  to  yon  burn  clear,  10 

And  wash  the  blood  from  off  my  wound, 

And  it  will  bleed  nae  mair." 
s.  6 


82  OLD  BALLADS 

He  took  him  up  upon  his  back, 

Carried  him  to  yon  burn  clear, 
And  washed  the  blood  from  off  his  wound, 

But  aye  it  bled  the  mair. 

"Oh  brither  dear,  take  me  on  your  back, 

Carry  me  to  yon  kirk-yard, 
And  dig  a  grave  baith  wide  and  deep, 

And  lay  my  body  there." 

He's  ta'en  him  up  upon  his  back, 

Carried  him  to  yon  kirk-yard, 
And  dug  a  grave  baith  deep  and  wide, 

And  laid  his  body  there. 

"But  what  will  I  say  to  my  father  dear, 

Grin  he  chance  to  say,  Willie,  whar's  John?" 

"Oh  say  that  he's  to  England  gone, 
To  buy  him  a  cask  of  wine." 

"And  what  will  I  say  to  my  mother  dear, 

Grin  she  chance  to  say,  Willie,  whar  's  John  ?  "    30 

"Oh  say  that  he's  to  England  gone, 
To  buy  her  a  new  silk  gown." 

"And  what  will  I  say  to  my  sister  dear, 

Grin  she  chance  to  say,  Willie,  whar 's  John  ? " 

"Oh  say  that  he's  to  England  gone, 
To  buy  her  a  wedding  ring." 

"But  what  will  I  say  to  her  you  lo'e  dear, 
Grin  she  cry,  Why  tarries  my  John?" 

"Oh  tell  her  I  lie  in  Kirk-land  fair, 

And  home  again  never  will  come."  40 


FAIR   ANNIE  83 


FAIR  ANNIE 

* 

"0  I'm  ga'en  o'er  the  sea,  Fair  Annie, 

A  braw  bride  to  bring  hame. 
Wi'  her  I  will  get  gowd  and  gear; 
Wi'  you  I  ne'er  got  nane. 

"But  wha  will  bake  my  bridal  bread, 

Or  brew  my  bridal  ale? 
And  wha  will  welcome  my  brisk  bride, 

That  I  bring  o'er  the  dale  ?  " 

"It's  I  will  bake  your  bridal  bread, 

And  brew  your  bridal  ale;  10 

And  I  will  welcome  your  brisk  bride, 
That  you  bring  o'er  the  dale." 

"But  she  that  welcomes  my  brisk  bride 

Maun  gang  like  maiden  fair; 
She  maun  lace  on  her  robe  sae  jimp, 

And  braid  her  yellow  hair." 

She's  ta'en  her  young  son  in  her  arms, 

Another  in  her  hand, 
And  she's  up  to  the  highest  tower, 

To  see  him  come  to  land.  20 

"Come  up,  come  up,  my  eldest  son, 

And  look  o'er  yon  sea-strand, 
And  see  your  father's  new-come  bride, 

Before  she  come  to  land." 

6—2 


84  OLD   BALLADS 

"  Come  down,  come  down,  my  mother  dear, 

Come  f  rae  the  castle  wa' ! 
I  fear,  if  langer  ye  stand  there, 

Ye '11  let  yourseF  down  fa'." 

And  she  gaed  down,  and  farther  down, 

Her  love's  ship  for  to  see, 
And  the  topmast  and  the  mainmast 

Shone  like  the  silver  free. 

And  she's  gaen  down,  and  farther  down, 

The  bride's  ship  to  behold, 
And  the  topmast  and  the  mainmast 

They  shone  just  like  the  gold. 

She's  ta'en  her  seven  sons  in  her  hand, 

I  wot  she  didna  fail; 
She  met  Lord  Thomas  and  his  bride, 

As  they  came  o'er  the  dale.  4° 

"You're  welcome  to  your  house,  Lord  Thomas, 

You're  welcome  to  your  land; 
You're  welcome  with  your  fair  lady, 

That  you  lead  by  the  hand. 

"You're  welcome  to  your  ha's,  lady, 

You're  welcome  to  your  bowers; 
You're  welcome  to  your  hame,  lady, 

For  a'  that's  here  is  yours." 

"I  thank  thee,  Annie,  I  thank  thee,  Annie, 
Sae  dearly  as  I  thank  thee;  50 

You're  the  likest  to  my  sister  Annie, 
That  ever  I  did  see. 


FAIR    ANNIE  85 

"  There  came  a  knight  out  o'er  the  sea, 

And  steal' d  my  sister  away; 
The  shame  scoup  in  his  company, 

And  land  where'er  he  gae!" 

She  hang  ae  napkin  at  the  door, 

Another  in  the  ha', 
And  a'  to  wipe  the  trickling  tears, 

Sae  fast  as  they  did  fa'.  60 

And  aye  she  served  the  long  tables 
With  white  bread  and  with  wine; 

And  aye  she  drank  the  wan  water 
To  haud  her  colour  fine. 

And  aye  she  served  the  lang  tables, 
With  white  bread  and  with  brown; 

And  aye  she  turned  her  round  about, 
Sae  fast  the  tears  fell  down. 

And  he's  ta'en  down  the  silk  napkin, 

Hung  on  a  silver  pin,  70 

And  aye  he  wipes  the  tear  trickling 
A'  down  her  cheek  and  chin. 

And  aye  he  turned  him  round  about, 

And  smiled  amang  his  men; 
Says,  "Like  ye  best  the  old  lady, 

Or  her  that's  new  come  hame?" 

When  bells  were  rung,  and  mass  was  sung, 

And  a'  men  bound  to  bed, 
Lord  Thomas  and  his  new-come  bride 

To  their  chamber  they  were  gaed.  80 


86  OLD  BALLADS 

Annie  made  her  bed  a  little  forbye, 

To  hear  what  they  might  say; 
"And  ever  alas,"  Fair  Annie  cried, 

"  That  I  should  see  this  day ! 

"Gin  my  seven  sons  were  seven  young  rats, 

Running  on  the  castle  waj, 
And  I  were  a  gray  cat  myself 

I  soon  would  worry  them  a'. 

"Gin  my  seven  sons  were  seven  young  hares, 
Eunning  o'er  yon  lily  lee,  90 

And  I  were  a  grew-hound  myseF, 
Soon  worried  they  a'  should  be." 

And  wae  and  sad  Fair  Annie  sat, 

And  dreary  was  her  sang, 
And  ever,  as  she  sobb'd  and  grat, 

"Wae  to  the  man  that  did  the  wrang!" 

"My  gown  is  on,"  said  the  new-come  bride, 

"My  shoes  are  on  my  feet, 
And  I  will  to  Fair  Annie's  chamber, 

And  see  what  gars  her  greet.  100 

"What  ails  ye,  what  ails  ye,  Fair  Annie, 

That  ye  make  sic  a  moan  ? 
Has  your  wine  barrels  cast  the  girds, 

Or  is  your  white  bread  gone? 

"0  wha  was't  was  your  father,  Annie, 

Or  wha  was 't  was  your  mother  ? 
And  had  ye  ony  sister,  Annie, 

Or  had  ye  ony  brother?" 


FAIR   ANNIE  87 

"  The  Earl  of  Wemyss  was  my  father, 
The  Countess  of  Wemyss  my  mother;  no 

And  a'  the  folk  about  the  house 
To  me  were  sister  and  brother." 

"If  the  Earl  of  Wemyss  was  your  father, 

I  wot  sae  he  was  mine; 
And  it  shall  not  be  for  lack  o'  gowd 

That  ye  your  love  sail  tyne. 

"I've  seven  ships  upon  the  sea 

All  loaded  to  the  brim, 
And  five  of  them  I'll  give  to  thee, 

And  twa  shall  carry  me  name."  120 


THE  CRUEL  BROTHER 

There  was  three  ladies  play'd  at  the  ba', 

With  a  hey  ho  and  a  lillie  gay 
There  came  a  knight  and  played  o'er  them  a', 

As  the  primrose  spreads  so  sweetly. 

The  eldest  was  baith  tall  and  fair, 
But  the  youngest  was  beyond  compare. 

The  midmost  had  a  graceful  mien, 

But  the  youngest  look'd  like  beauty's  queen. 

The  knight  bow'd  low  to  a'  the  three, 
But  to  the  youngest  he  bent  his  knee. 

The  lady  turned  her  head  aside; 

The  knight  he  woo'd  her  to  be  his  bride.  10 


88  OLD   BALLADS 

The  lady  blush'd  a  rosy  red, 

And  say'd,  "Sir  knight,  I'm  too  young  to  wed." 

"0  lady  fair,  give  me  your  hand, 

And  I'll  make  you  lady  of  a'  my  land." 

"Sir  knight,  ere  ye  my  favour  win, 
You  maun  get  consent  frae  a'  my  kin." 

He's  got  consent  frae  her  parents  dear, 
And  likewise  frae  her  sisters  fair. 

He's  got  consent  frae  her  kin  each  one, 

But  forgot  to  speak  to  her  brother  John.  20 

Now,  when  the  wedding  day  was  come, 

The  knight  would  take  his  bonny  bride  home. 

And  many  a  lord  and  many  a  knight 
Came  to  behold  that  lady  bright. 

And  there  was  nae  man  that  did  her  see, 
But  wish'd  himself  bridegroom  to  be. 

Her  father  dear  led  her  down  the  stair, 
And  her  sisters  twain  they  kiss'd  her  there. 

Her  mother  dear  led  her  thro'  the  close, 

And  her  brother  John  set  her  on  her  horse.         30 

She  lean'd  her  o'er  the  saddle-bow, 
To  give  him  a  kiss  ere  she  did  go. 

He  has  ta'en  a  knife,  baith  lang  and  sharp, 
And  stabb'd  that  bonny  bride  to  the  heart. 

She  hadno  ridden  half  thro'  the  town, 
Until  her  heart's  blude  stain'd  her  gown. 


THE   CRUEL   BROTHER  89 

"Kide  softly  on,"  says  the  best  young  man, 

"For  I  think  our  bonny  bride  looks  pale  and  wan." 

"0  lead  me  gently  up  yon  hill, 

And  I'll  there  sit  down,  and  make  my  will."  40 

"0  what  will  you  leave  to  your  father  dear?" 
"  The  silver-shod  steed  that  brought  me  here." 

"  What  will  you  leave  to  your  mother  dear  ? " 
"  My  velvet  pall  and  my  silken  gear." 

"  What  will  you  leave  to  your  sister  Anne  ? " 
"My  silken  scarf  and  my  gowden  fan." 

"  What  will  you  leave  to  your  sister  Grace  ?  " 
"My  bloody  clothes  to  wash  and  dress." 

"What  will  you  leave  to  your  brother  John?" 
"The  gallows-tree  to  hang  him  on."  50 

"  What  will  you  leave  to  your  brother  John's  wife  ?  " 
"The  wilderness  to  end  her  life." 

This  lady  fair  in  her  grave  was  laid, 
And  many  a  mass  was  o'er  her  said. 

But  it  would  have  made  your  heart  right  sair, 
To  see  the  bridegroom  rive  his  hair. 


90  OLD  BALLADS 


YOUNG  WATERS 

About  Yule,  when  the  wind  blew  cule, 

And  the  round  tables  began, 
A,  there  is  cum  to  our  king's  court 

Mony  a  well-favour'd  man. 

The  queen  luikt  owre  the  castle-wa', 

Beheld  baith  dale  and  down, 
And  there  she  saw  Young  Waters 

Cum  riding  to  the  town. 

His  footmen  they  did  rin  before, 

His  horsemen  rade  behind;  10 

Ane  mantel  of  the  burning  gowd 

Did  keip  him  frae  the  wind. 

Growden-graith'd  his  horse  before, 

And  siller-shod  behind; 
The  horse  Young  Waters  rade  upon 

Was  fleeter  than  the  wind. 

Out  then  spake  a  wylie  lord, 

Unto  the  queen  said  he: 
"0  tell  me  wha's  the  fairest  face 

Rides  in  the  company?"  20 

"I've  seen  lord,  and  I've  seen  laird, 

And  knights  of  high  degree, 
But  a  fairer  face  than  Young  Waters 

Mine  eyne  did  never  see." 


YOUNG   WATERS  91 

Out  then  spake  the  jealous  king, 

And  an  angry  man  was  he: 
"0  if  he  had  bin  twice  as  fair, 

You  micht  have  excepted  me." 

"You're  neither  laird  nor  lord,"  she  says, 
"But  the  king  that  wears  the  crown;          30 

There  is  not  a  knight  in  fair  Scotland 
But  to  thee  maun  bow  down." 

For  a'  that  she  could  do  or  say, 

Appeased  he  wad  nae  be, 
But  for  the  words  which  she  had  said, 

Young  Waters  he  maun  die. 

They  hae  ta'en  Young  Waters, 

And  put  fetters  to  his  feet; 
They  hae  ta'en  Young  Waters, 

And  thrown  him  in  dungeon  deep.  40 

"Aft  have  I  ridden  thro'  Stirling  town, 

In  the  wind  but  and  the  weit; 
But  I  ne'er  rade  thro'  Stirling  town 

Wi'  fetters  at  my  feet. 

"Aft  have  I  ridden  thro'  Stirling  town, 

In  the  wind  but  and  the  rain; 
But  I  ne'er  rade  thro'  Stirling  town 

Ne'er  to  return  again." 

They  hae  ta'en  to  the  heading-hill 

His  young  son  in  his  cradle,  50 

And  they  hae  ta'en  to  the  heading-hill 

His  horse  but  and  his  saddle. 


92  OLD  BALLADS 

They  hae  ta'en  to  heading-hill 

His  lady  fair  to  see, 
And  for  the  words  the  queen  had  spoke 

Young  Waters  he  did  die. 


BKOWN  ADAM 

O  wha  would  wish  the  win'  to  blaw, 

Or  the  green  leaves  fa7  therewith? 
Or  wha  wad  wish  a  leeler  love 

Than  Brown  Adam  the  Smith? 

His  hammer's  o'  the  beaten  gold, 

His  study's  o'  the  steel, 
His  fingers  white  are  my  delite, 

He  blows  his  bellows  well. 

But  they  ha'  banish'd  him,  Brown  Adam, 

Frae  father  and  frae  mither,  10 

An'  they  ha'  banish'd  him,  Brown  Adam, 
Frae  sister  and  frae  brither. 

And  they  ha'  banish'd  Brown  Adam 

Frae  the  flow'r  o'  a'  his  kin; 
An'  he 's  biggit  a  bow'r  i'  the  good  green  wood 

Between  his  lady  an'  him. 

0  it  fell  once  upon  a  day 

Brown  Adam  he  thought  lang, 
An'  he  would  to  the  green  wood  gang, 

To  hunt  some  venison.  20 


BROWN    ADAM  93 

He's  ta'en  his  bow  his  arm  o'er, 

His  bran'  in  till  his  han', 
And  he  is  to  the  good  green  wood, 

As  fast  as  he  could  gang. 

0  he's  shot  up,  an'  he's  shot  down, 

The  bird  upo'  the  briar, 
An'  he's  sent  it  hame  to  his  lady, 

Bade  her  be  of  good  cheer. 

0  he's  shot  up,  an'  he's  shot  down, 

The  bird  upo'  the  thorn,  30 

And  sent  it  hame  to  his  lady, 

And  he'd  he  hame  the  morn. 

When  he  came  till  his  lady's  bow'r-door 

He  stood  a  little  forbye, 
And  there  he  heard  a  f u'  f a'se  knight 

Temptin'  his  gay  lady. 

0  he's  ta'en  out  a  gay  gold  ring, 

Had  cost  him  mony  a  poun' : 
"0  grant  me  love  for  love,  lady, 

An'  this  sail  be  your  own."  40 

"I  loo  Brown  Adam  well,"  she  says, 

"I  wot  sae  does  he  me; 
An'  I  would  na  gi'  Brown  Adam's  love 

For  nae  fa'se  knight  I  see." 

Out  he  has  ta'en  a  purse  of  gold, 

Was  a'  fu'  to  the  string: 
"Grant  me  but  love  for  love,  lady, 

An'  a'  this  sail  be  thine." 


94  OLD  BALLADS 

"I  loo  Brown  Adam  well,"  she  says, 

"  An'  I  ken  sae  does  he  me : 
An'  I  wouldna  be  your  light  leman 

For  mair  nor  ye  could  gie." 

Then  out  has  he  drawn  his  lang,  lang  bran', 

An'  he 's  flash'd  it  in  her  een : 
"Now  grant  me  love  for  love,  lady, 

Or  thro'  you  this  sail  gang!" 

"  0,"  sighing  said  that  gay  lady, 

"Brown  Adam  tarries  lang!" 
Then  up  it  starts  Brown  Adam, 

Says,  "I'm  just  at  your  han'."  60 

He's  gard  him  leave  his  bow,  his  bow, 

He's  gard  him  leave  his  bran'; 
He's  gard  him  leave  a  better  pledge — 

Four  fingers  o'  his  right  han'. 


KING  EDWARD  AND  THE  TANNER 
OF  TAMWORTH 

In  summer  time,  when  leaves  grow  green, 

And  blossoms  bedeck  the  tree, 
King  Edward  would  a  hunting  ride, 

Some  pastime  for  to  see. 

With  hawk  and  hound  he  made  him  bowne, 

With  horn,  and  eke  with  bow; 
To  Drayton  Basset  he  took  his  way, 

With  all  his  lords  a-row. 


KING  EDWARD  AND  THE   TANNER   OF   TAMWORTH     95 

And  lie  had  ridden  o'er  dale  and  down 

By  eight  of  clock  in  the  day,  10 

When  he  was  ware  of  a  bold  tanner, 
Come  riding  along  the  way. 

A  fair  russet  coat  the  tanner  had  on 

Fast  buttoned  under  his  chin, 
And  under  him  a  good  cow-hide, 

And  a  mare  of  four  shilling. 

"Now  stand  you  still,  my  good  lords  all, 

Under  the  green  wood  spray; 
And  I  will  wend  to  yonder  fellow, 

To  weet  what  he  will  say/7-  20 

"Grod  speed,  Grod  speed  thee,"  said  our  king. 

"Thou  art  welcome,  Sir,"  said  he. 
"The  readiest  way  to  Drayton  Basset 

I  pray  thee  to  shew  to  me." 

"To  Drayton  Basset  wouldst  thou  go, 
Fro  the  place  where  thou  dost  stand  ? 

The  next  pair  of  gallows  thou  comest  unto, 
Turn  in  upon  thy  right  hand." 

"That  is  an  unready  way,"  said  our  king, 

"  Thou  dost  but  jest,  I  see ;  30 

Now  shew  me  out  the  nearest  way, 
And  I  pray  thee  wend  with  me." 

"Away  with  a  vengeance!"  quoth  the  tanner: 

"  I  hold  thee  out  of  thy  wit : 
All  day  have  I  ridden  on  Brock  my  mare, 

And  I  am  fasting  yet." 


96  OLD  BALLADS 

"Gro  with  me  down  to  Drayton  Basset, 

No  dainties  we  will  spare; 
All  day  shalt  thou  eat  and  drink  of  the  best, 

And  I  will  pay  thy  fare."  40 

"Gramercy  for  nothing,'7  the  tanner  replied, 

"Thou  payest  no  fare  of  mine: 
I  trow  IVe  more  nobles  in  my  purse, 

Than  thou  hast  pence  in  thine." 

"God  give  thee  joy  of  them,"  said  the  king, 

"And  send  them  well  to  prief." 
The  tanner  would  fain  have  been  away, 

For  he  weened  he  had  been  a  thief. 

"  What  art  thou,"  he  said,  "  thou  fine  fellow  ? 

Of  thee  I  am  in  great  fear,  50 

For  the  clothes  thou  wearest  upon  thy  back 

Might  beseem  a  lord  to  wear." 

"I  never  stole  them,"  quoth  our  king, 

"I  tell  you,  Sir,  by  the  rood." 
"Then  thou  playest,  as  many  an  unthrift  doth, 

And  standest  in  midds  of  thy  good." 

"What  tidings  hear  you,"  said  the  king, 

"As  you  ride  far  and  near?" 
"I  hear  no  tidings,  Sir,  by  the  mass, 

But  that  cow-hides  are  dear."  60 

"Cow-hides!   cow-hides!   what  things  are  those? 

I  marvel  what  they  be?" 
"What,  art  thou  a  fool?"  the  tanner  replied; 

"I  carry  one  under  me." 


KING  EDWARD  AND  THE  TANNER  OF   TAMWORTH     97 

"What  craftsman  art  thou?"  said  the  king, 

"I  pray  thee  tell  me  trow." 
"I  am  a  barker,  Sir,  by  my  trade; 

Now  tell  me  what  art  thou?" 

"I  am  a  poor  courtier,  Sir,"  quoth  he, 

"That  am  forth  of  service  worn;  70 

And  fain  I  would  thy  prentice  be, 
Thy  cunning  for  to  learn." 

"Marry,  heaven  forfend,"  the  tanner  replied, 

"That  thou  my  prentice  were: 
Thou  wouldst  spend  more  good  than  I  should  win 

By  forty  shilling  a  year." 

"Yet  one  thing  would  I,"  said  our  king, 

"If  thou  wilt  not  seem  strange: 
Though  my  horse  be  better  than  thy  mare, 

Yet  with  thee  I  fain  would  change."  80 

"Why,  if  with  me  thou  fain  wilt  change, 

As  change  full  well  may  we, 
By  the  faith  of  my  body,  thou  proud  fellow, 

I  will  have  some  boot  of  thee." 

"That  were  against  reason,"  said  the  king, 

"I  swear,  so  mote  I  thee, 
My  horse  is  better  than  thy  mare, 

And  that  thou  well  mayst  see." 

"Yea,  Sir,  but  Brock  is  gentle  and  mild, 
And  softly  she  will  fare:  90 

Thy  horse  is  unruly  and  wild,  I  wis; 
Aye  skipping  here  and  there." 


98  OLD  BALLADS 

"What  boot  wilt  thou  have?"  our  king  replied; 

"Now  tell  me  in  this  stound." 
"No  pence  nor  half  pence,  by  my  fay, 

But  a  noble  in  gold  so  round." 

"Here's  twenty  groats  of  white  money, 

Sith  thou  will  have  it  of  me." 
"I  would  have  sworn,  now,"  quoth  the  tanner, 

"Thou  hadst  not  had  one  penny.  100 

"But  since  we  two  have  made  a  change, 

A  change  we  must  abide, 
Although  thou  hast  gotten  Brock  my  mare, 

Thou  gettest  not  my  cow-hide." 

"I  will  not  have  it,"  said  the  king, 

"I  swear,  so  mote  I  thee; 
Thy  foul  cow-hide  I  would  not  bear, 

If  thou  wouldst  give  it  to  me." 

The  tanner  he  took  his  good  cow-hide, 

That  of  the  cow  was  hilt;  no 

And  threw  it  upon  the  king's  sadell, 
That  was  so  fairly  gilt. 

"  Now  help  me  up,  thou  fine  fellow, 

'Tis  time  that  I  were  gone: 
When  I  come  home  to  Gillian  my  wife, 

She'll  say  I  am  a  gentleman." 

When  the  tanner  he  was  in  the  king's  sadell, 

And  his  foot  in  the  stirrup  was; 
He  marvelled  greatly  in  his  mind, 

Whether  it  were  gold  or  brass.  120 


KING   EDWARD   AND  THE  TANNER  OF  TAMWORTH     99 

But  when  his  steed  saw  the  cow's  tail  wag, 

And  eke  the  black  cow-horn, 
He  stamped,  and  stared,  and  away  he  ran, 

As  the  devil  had  him  borne. 

The  tanner  he  pulFd,  the  tanner  he  sweat, 

And  held  by  the  pummel  fast : 
At  length  the  tanner  came  tumbling  down; 

His  neck  he  had  well-nigh  brast. 

"Take  thy  horse  again,  with  a  vengeance,"  he  said, 
"With  me  he  shall  not  bide."  130 

"My  horse  would  have  borne  thee  well  enough, 
But  he  knew  not  of  thy  cow-hide. 

rfYet  if  again  thou  fain  wouldst  change, 

As  change  full  well  may  we, 
By  the  faith  of  my  body,  thou  jolly  tanner, 

I  will  have  some  boot  of  thee." 

"  What  boot  wilt  thou  have  ? "  the  tanner  replied, 

"Now  tell  me  in  this  stounde." 
"No  pence  nor  halfpence,  Sir,  by  my  fay, 

But  I  will  have  twenty  pound."  140 

"Here's  twenty  groats  out  of  my  purse; 

And  twenty  I  have  of  thine : 
And  I  have  one  more,  which  we  will  spend 

Together  at  the  wine." 

The  king  set  a  bugle  horn  to  his  mouth, 

And  blew  both  loud  and  shrill : 
And  soon  came  lords,  and  soon  came  knights, 

Fast  riding  over  the  hill. 

7—2 


100  OLD   BALLADS 

"Now,  out  alas!"  the  tanner  he  cried, 

"That  ever  I  saw  this  day! 
Thou  art  a  strong  thief;   yon  come  thy  fellows 

Will  bear  my  cow-hide  away." 

"They  are  no  thieves,"  the  king  replied, 

"I  swear,  so  mote  I  thee: 
But  they  are  the  lords  of  the  north  country, 

Here  come  to  hunt  with  me." 


And  soon  before  our  king  they  came, 

And  knelt  down  on  the  ground: 
Then  might  the  tanner  have  been  away, 

He  had  lever  than  twenty  pound.  160 

"A  collar,  a  collar,  here!"  said  the  king, 

"A  collar,"  he  loud  gan  cry: 
Then  would  he  lever  than  twenty  pound, 

He  had  not  been  so  nigh. 

"A  collar,  a  collar,"  the  tanner  he  said, 

"  I  trow  it  will  breed  sorrow : 
After  a  collar  cometh  a  halter, 

And  I  shall  be  hanged  to-morrow." 

"Away  with  thy  fear,  thou  jolly  tanner, 

For  the  sport  thou  hast  shown  to  me,  170 

I  wot  no  halter  thou  shalt  wear, 
But  thou  shalt  have  a  knight's  fee. 

"For  Plumpton  Park  I  will  give  thee 

With  tenements  fair  beside; 
*Tis  worth  three  hundred  marks  by  the  year, 

To  maintain  thy  good  cow-hide." 


KING  EDWARD  AND  THE  TANNER  OF  TAMWORTH      101 

"Gramercy,  my  liege/'  the  tanner  replied, 
"For  the  favour  thou  hast  me  shown; 

If  ever  thou  comest  to  merry  Tamworth, 

Neat's-leather  shall  clout  thy  shoon."  180 


WILL   STEWART  AND  JOHN 

It's  by  two  men  I  sing  my  song; 

Their  name  is  William  Stewart  and  John. 
William  he  is  the  elder  brother, 

But  John  he  is  the  wiser  man. 

But  William  is  in  care-bed  laid, 

And  for  the  love  of  a  fair  lady; 
If  he  have  not  the  love  of  the  Earl  of  Mar's  daughter, 

In  faith,  for  love  that  he  must  die. 

Then  John  was  sorry  for  his  brother, 

To  see  him  lie  and  languish  so :  10 

"What  do  you  mourn  for,  brother?"  he  says,, 

"I  pray  you  tell  to  me  your  woe. 

"Do  you  mourn  for  gold,  brother? 

Or  do  you  mourn  for  fee  ? 
Or  do  you  mourn  for  a  likesome  lady, 

You  never  saw  her  with  your  ee  ? " 

"I  do  not  mourn  for  gold,"  he  says, 

"  Nor  I  do  not  mourn  for  any  fee ; 
But  I  do  mourn  for  a  likesome  lady, 

I  ne'er  blinked  on  her  with  mine  ee."  20 


102  OLD    BALLADS 

"But  when  harvest  is  gotten,  my  dear  brother — 

All  this  is  true  that  I  tell  thee — 
Gentlemen  they  love  hunting  well, 

And  give  wighfc-men  their  cloth  and  fee. 

"  Then  I  '11  go  a  wooing  for  thy  sake, 

In  all  the  speed  that  I  can  gone, 
And  for  to  see  this  likesome  lady, 

And  hope  to  send  thee  good  tidings  home." 

John  Stewart  is  gone  a-wooing  for  his  brother 

So  far  into  fair  Scotland;  30 

And  left  his  brother  in  mickle  fear 
Until  he  hear  the  good  tydand. 

And  when  he  came  to  the  Earl  of  Mar's  house, 

So  well  he  could  his  courtesy; 
And  when  he  came  before  the  Earl, 

He  kneeled  low  down  upon  his  knee. 

"0  rise  up,  rise  up,  John  Stewart! 

Rise  up  now,  I  do  bid  thee ; 
How  doth  thy  father,  John  Stewart, 

And  all  the  lords  in  his  country?"  40 

"And  it  please  you,  my  lord,  my  father's  dead; 

My  brother  and  I  cannot  agree; 
My  brother  and  I  am  fallen  at  discord, 

And  I  am  come  to  crave  a  service  of  thee." 

"O  welcome,  welcome,  John  Stewart, 

A  welcome  man  thou  art  to  me; 
I'll  make  thee  chamberlain  to  my  daughter, 

And  for  to  tend  of  that  lady  so  free. 


WILL   STEWART   AND   JOHN  103 

"And  if  thou  wilt  have  a  better  office, 

Ask,  and  thou  shalt  have  it  of  me;  50 

And  where  I  give  others  a  penny  of  wage, 
In  faith,  John,  thou  shalt  have  three." 

And  then  bespake  him  John  Stewart, 
And  these  were  the  words  said  he  : 

"  There  is  no  office  in  your  court 
This  day*  that  better  pleaseth  me." 

The  Friday  is  gone,  the  Sunday  is  come; 

All  this  is  true  that  I  do  say; 
And  to  the  church  that  they  be  gone, 

John  Stewart  and  the  lady  gay.  60 

And  as  they  did  come  home  again 

(I-wis  it  was  a  meeten  mile), 
John  Stewart  and  the  lady  gay, 

They  thought  it  but  a  little  while. 

"  I  am  a  messenger,  lady,"  he  says, 

"I  am  a  messenger  to  thee." 
"0  speak  for  thyself,  John  Stewart,"  she  says, 

"A  welcome  man  that  thou  shalt  be." 

"Nay,  by  my  faith,"  says  John  Stewart, 

" Which,  ever  alas!   that  may  not  be;  70 

He  hath  a  higher  degree  in  honour, 
Alas,  lady,  than  ever  I. 

"He  is  a  lord,  now,  born  by  birth, 
And  an  earl  after  his  father  doth  die; 

His  hair  is  yellow,  his  eyes  ben  gray; 
All  this  is  true  that  I  tell  ye. 


104  OLD  BALLADS 

"He  is  fine  in  the  middle,  and  small  in  the  waist, 

And  pleasant  in  a  woman's  eye; 
And  more  nor  this — he  dies  for  your  love; 

Therefore,  lady,  show  some  pity."  80 

"If  this  be  so,"  then  says  the  lady, 

"If  this  be  true  that  thou  tells  me, 
By  my  faith,  then,  John  Stewart, 

I  can  love  him  heartily. 

"Bid  him  meet  me  at  St  Patrick's  Church, 

On  Sunday  after  St  Andrew's  day; 
The  flower  of  Scotland  will  be  there, 

And  then  begins  our  summer's  play. 

"And  bid  him  bring  with  him  a  hundred  gunners, 
And  rank  riders  let  them  be, —  90 

And  let  them  be  of  the  rankest  riders 
That  be  to  be  found  in  that  country. 

"The  best  and  worst,  and  all  in  like, 

Bid  him  clothe  them  in  one  livery; 
And  for  his  men  green  is  the  best, 

And  green  now  let  their  liveries  be. 

"And  clothe  himself  in  scarlet  red, 

That  is  so  seemly  for  to  see ; 
For  scarlet  is  a  fair  colour 

And  pleasant  in  a  woman's  ee.  100 

"He  must  play  sixteen  games  at  ball, 

Against  the  men  of  this  country; 
And  if  he  win  the  greater  part, 

Then  I  shall  love  him  more  tenderly." 


WILL   STEWART   AND   JOHN  105 

What  the  lady  said,  John  Stewart  writ, 

And  to  Argyle  Castle  sent  it  he; 
And  when  Willie  Stewart  saw  the  letter, 

Forth  of  care-bed  then  lope  he. 

He  mustered  together  his  merry  men  all, 

He  mustered  them  so  lovelily;  no 

He  thought  he  had  scarce  on  half  a  hundred, 
Then  had  he  eleven  score  and  three. 

He  chose  forth  a  hundred  of  the  best 
That  were  to  be  found  in  that  country; 

He  clad  them  all  in  one  colour, 
And  green  i-wis  their  liveries  be. 

He  clad  himself  in  scarlet  red, 

That  is  so  seemly  for  to  see; 
For  scarlet  is  a  fair  colour 

And  seemly  in  a  woman's  ee.  120 

And  then  towards  Patrick's  Church  he  went, 

With  all  his  men  in  brave  array, 
To  get  a  sight,  if  that  he  might, 

And  speak  with  his  lady  gay. 

When  .they  came  to  Patrick's  Church, 
She  kneeled  down  by  her  mother  truly: 

"  0  mother,  if  it  please  you  to  give  me  leave, 
The  Stewart's  horse  fain  would  I  see." 

"I'll  give  you  leave,  my  dear  daughter, 

And  I  and  my  maid  will  go  with  ye."          130 

The  lady  had  rather  have  gone  herself, 
Than  have  had  her  mother's  company. 


106  OLD   BALLADS 

When  they  came  before  Willie  Stewart, 

So  well  he  could  his  courtesy. 
"I  would  kiss  your  daughter,  lady/'  he  said, 

"And-if  your  will  that  so  it  be." 

The  lady's  mother  was  content 

To  do  a  stranger  that  courtesy; 
And  when  Willie  had  gotten  a  kiss, 

I-wis  she  might  have  teemed  him  three.        140 

Sixteen  games  were  played  that  day  there; 

This  is  the  truth  that  I  do  say; 
Willie  Stewart  and  his  merry  men, 

They  carried  twelve  of  them  away. 

And  when  the  games  that  they  were  done, 
And  all  the  folks  away  were  gone 

But  the  Earl  of  Mar  and  William  Stewart, 
The  Earl  would  needs  have  William  home. 

And  when  they  came  unto  the  Earl's  house, 
They  walked  to  a  garden  green;  150 

For  to  confer  of  their  business 
Into  the  garden  they  be  gone. 

"I  love  your  daughter,"  says  William  Stewart, 
"But  I  cannot  tell  whether  she  loveth  me." 

"Marry,  God  defend,"  says  the  Earl  of  Mar, 
"  That  ever  so  that  it  should  be ! 

"I  had  rather  a  gallows  there  was  made, 
And  hang  thee  for  my  daughter's  sake; 

I  had  rather  a  fire  were  made  at  a  stake, 

And  burn  thee  for  my  daughter's  sake!  160 


WILL    STEWART    AND   JOHN  107 

"To  chamber,  to  chamber,  gay  lady,"  he  says, 
"  In  the  devil's  name  now  I  bid  thee ! 

And  thou  get  thee  not  to  thy  chamber  soon, 
I'll  beat  thee  before  the  Stewart's  eye." 

And  then  bespake  William  Stewart, 

These  were  the  words  that  then  said  he : 

"If  thou  beat  thy  daughter  for  my  sake, 
Thou'st  beat  a  hundred  men  and  me." 

Then  bespake  John  Stewart; 

Lord,  an  angry  man  was  he !  170 

"  0  churl,  if  thou  wouldst  not  have  matched  with  my 
brother, 

Thou  might  have  answered  him  courteously." 

"0  hold  thy  peace,  John  Stewart, 

And  chamber  thy  words  now,  I  bid  thee; 

If  thou  chamber  not  thy  words  soon, 

Thou'st  lose  a  good  service — so  shalt  thou  do  me." 

"Marry,  hang  them  that  cares,"  says  John  Stewart, 

"Either  for  thy  service  or  for  thee; 
Services  can  I  have  enough; 

But  brethren  we  must  ever  be."  180 

William  Stewart  and  his  brother  John 

To  Argyle  Castle  gone  they  be; 
And  when  Willie  came  to  Argyle  Castle, 

Into  care-bed  then  lope  he. 

A  Parliament  at  Edinburgh  was  made, 
The  King  and  his  nobles  all  met  there; 

They  sent  for  William  Stewart  and  John, 
To  come  amongst  the  other  peers. 


108  OLD  BALLADS 

Their  clothing  was  of  scarlet  red, 

That  was  so  seemly  for  to  see; 
Black  hats,  white  feathers  pie  wed  with  gold, 

And  set  all  on  their  heads  truly. 

Their  stockings  were  of  twisted  silk, 
With  garters  fringed  about  with  gold; 

Their  shoes  were  of  the  cordevain, 
And  all  was  comely  to  behold. 

And  when  they  came  to  Edinburgh, 

They  called  for  John  Stewart  and  Willie. 

"I  answer  in  a  lord's  room,"  says  Will  Stewart, 
"But  an  earl  I  hope  to  be."  200 

"Come  down,  come  down,"  says  the  Lord  of  Mar, 

I  knew  not  what  was  thy  degree." 
0  churl,   if   I   might  not  have   matched   with   thy 

daughter, 
It  had  not  been  'long  of  my  degree. 

"My  father  he  is  the  King  his  brother, 

The  King  is  uncle  unto  me; 

O    churl,   if    I    might    not    have    matched    with    thy 
daughter, 

It  had  not  been  'long  of  my  degree." 

"0  hold  your  peace,"  then  said  the  King, 

"Cousin  William,  I  do  bid  thee;  210 

In  faith,  cousin  William,  he  loves  you  the  worse 
Because  you  are  akin  to  me. 

"I'll  make  thee  an  earl  with  a  silver  wand, 

And  add  more  honours  still  to  thee; 
Thy  brother  John  shall  be  a  lord 

Of  the  best  at  home  in  his  country. 


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WILL   STEWART   AND   JOHN  1091 

"  Thy  brother  Kester  shall  be  a  knight ; 

Lands  and  livings  I  will  him  give, 
And  still  he  shall  live  in  court  with  me, 

And  I'll  maintain  him  whilst  he  doth  live."    220 

And  when  the  Parliament  was  done 

And  all  the  folks  away  were  gone, 
Willie  Stewart  and  John  his  brother, 

To  Argyle  Castle  they  be  gone. 

But  when  they  came  to  Argyle  Castle, 

That  was  so  far  in  that  country, 
He  thought  so  much  then  of  his  love 

That  into  care-bed  then  lope  he. 

John  Stewart  did  see  his  brother  so  ill, 

Lord,  in  his  heart  that  he  was  woe!  230, 

"I  will  go  wooing  for  thy  sake 
Again  yonder  gay  lady  to. 

"I'll  clothe  myself  in  strange  array; 

In  a  beggar's  habit  I  will  go, 
That  when  I  come  before  the  Earl  of  Mar 

My  clothing  strange  he  shall  not  know." 

John  he  got  on  a  clouted  cloak, 

So  meet  and  low  then  by  his  knee, 
With  four  garters  upon  one  leg, 

Two  above  and  two  below  truly.  240 

"But  if  thou  be  a  beggar,  brother, 
Thou  art  a  beggar  that  is  unknown; 

For  thou  art  one  of  the  stoutest  beggars 
That  ever  I  saw  since  I  was  born. 


110  OLD  BALLADS 

"Here,  give  the  lady  this  gay  gold  ring, 
A  token  to  her  that  is  well  known; 

And  if  she  but  advise  it  well, 

She'll  know  sometime  it  was  her  own." 

"Stay,  by  my  faith,  I  go  not  yet," 

John  Stewart  he  can  reply; 
"I'll  have  my  bottle  full  of  beer, 

The  best  that  is  in  thy  buttery. 

"  I  '11  have  my  satchel  filled  full  of  meat ; 

I  am  sure  it  will  do  no  harm; 
For  before  I  come  to  the  Earl  of  Mar's  house, 

My  lips,  I  am  sure,  they  will  be  warm." 

And  when  he  came  to  the  Earl  of  Mar's  house, 

By  chance  it  was  of  the  dole-day; 
But  John  could  find  no  place  to  stand, 

Until  he  came  to  the  lady  gay.  260 

But  many  a  beggar  he  threw  down, 
And  made  them  all  with  weeping  say: 

"He  is  the  devil;   he  is  no  beggar; 

That  is  come  forth  of  some  strange  country." 

And  now  the  dole  that  it  is  dealt, 
And  all  the  beggars  be  gone  away, 

Saving  John  Stewart,  that  seemed  a  beggar, 
And  the  lady  that  was  so  gay. 

"Lady,"  says  John,  "I  am  no  beggar, 

As  by  my  clothes  you  may  think  that  I  be;    270 

I  am  your  servant,  John  Stewart, 
And  sent  a  messenger  to  thee." 


WILL   STEWART   AND   JOHN  111 

"But  if  thou  be  John  Stewart, 

As  I  do  think  that  so  thou  be, 
Avale  thy  cap,  avale  thy  hood, 

And  I  will  stand  and  speak  to  thee. 

11  How  doth  thy  brother,  John  Stewart, 

And  all  the  lords  in  his  country?" 
"  0  fie  upon  thee,  wicked  woman ! 

My  brother  he  doth  the  worse  for  thee."          280 

With  that,  the  tears  stood  in  her  eyes; 

0  Lord,  she  wept  so  tenderly! 
Says,  "Lay  the  blame  unto  my  father; 

1  pray  you  lay  it  not  to  me. 

"  Commend  me  to  my  own  true-love, 
That  lives  so  far  in  the  North  country, 

And  bid  him  meet  me  at  Martingsdale 
Fully  within  these  dayes  three. 

"  Hang  them,"  says  the  lady  gay, 

"That  lets  their  father  witting  be!  290 

I'll  prove  a  lady  full  of  love, 

And  be  there  by  the  sun  be  a  quarter  high. 

"And  bid  him  bring  with  him  a  hundred  gunners, 

And  rank  riders  let  them  be; 
Let  them  be  of  the  rankest  riders 

That  be  to  be  found  in  that  country. 

"The  best  and  worst  and  all  in  like, 

Bid  him  clothe  them  in  one  livery; 
And  for  his  men  green  is  the  best, 

And  green  now  let  their  liveries  be.  300 


112 


OLD   BALLADS 


"And  clothe  himself  in  scarlet  red, 

That  is  so  seemly  for  to  see; 
For  scarlet  is  a  fair  colour, 

And  pleasant  in  a  woman's  ee." 

What  the  lady  said,  John  Stewart  writ; 

To  Argyle  Castle  sent  it  he; 
His  bag  and  his  dish  and  showing  horn 

Unto  three  beggars  he  gave  them  all  three. 


And  when  Willie  Stewart  saw  the  letter, 

Forth  of  care-bed  then  lope  he;  310 

He  thought  himself  as  lusty  and  sound 
As  any  man  in  that  country. 

He  mustered  together  his  merrymen  all, 

He  mustered  them  so  lovingly; 
He  thought  he  had  had  scarce  half  a  hundred, 

Then  had  he  eleven  score  and  three. 

He  chose  forth  a  hundred  of  the  best 
That  were  to  be  found  in  that  company, 

And  presently  they  took  their  horse, 

And  to  Martingsdale  posted  he.  320 

And  when  he  came  to  Martingsdale, 
He  found  his  love  staying  there  truly; 

For  she  was  a  lady  true  of  love, 

And  was  there  by  the  sun  was  a  quarter  high. 

She  kissed  William  Stewart  and  his  brother  John, 

So  did  she  part  of  his  merry  men. 
"If  the  churl  thy  father  he  were  here, 

He  should  not  have  thee  back  again ! " 


WILL   STEWART  AND  JOHN  113 

They  sent  for  the  priest,,  they  sent  for  the  clerk, 
And  they  were  married  there  with  speed;  330 

William  took  the  lady  home  with  him, 
And  they  lived  together  long  time  indeed. 

And  when  twelve  months  had  come  and  gone, 

The  lady  then  she  bore  a  child; 
They  sent  John  Stewart  to  the  Earl  of  Mar 

To  come  and  christen  the  barne  so  mild. 

"I  had  rather  make  thee  Earl  of  Mar, 

And  marry  my  daughter  unto  thee; 
For  by  my  faith,"  says  the  Earl  of  Mar, 

"Her  marriage  is  marred  in  our  country."  340 

ulf  this  be  so,"  then  says  John  Stewart, 
UA  marriage  soon  that  thou  shalt.  see; 

For  my  brother  William,  my  father's  heir, 
Shall  marry  thy  daughter  before  thine  eye." 

They  sent  for  priest,  they  sent  for  clerk, 
And  married  there  they  were  with  speed; 

And  William  Stewart  is  Earl  of  Mar, 

And  his  father-in-law  dwells  with  him  indeed. 


114  OLD    BALLADS 


BEWICK  AND  GRAHAME 

Old  Grahame  lie  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. 

Old  Grahame  he  took  up  the  cup, 

And  said,  "Brother  Bewick,  here's  to  thee, 
And  here's  to  our  two  sons  at  home, 

For  they  live  best  in  our  country." 


"Nay,  were  thy  son  as  good  as  mine, 

And  of  some  books  could  he  but  read,  10 

With  sword  and  buckler  by  his  side, 

To  see  how  he  could  save  his  head; 

"They  might  have  been  call'd  two  bold  brethren 

Where  ever  they  did  go  or  ride; 
They  might  have  been  call'd  two  bold  brethren, 

They  might  have  crack'd  the  Border-side. 

"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 

"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." 


BEWICK   AND  GRAHAME  115 

Old  G-rahame  called  for  an  account, 

And  he  ask'd  what  was  for  to  pay; 
There  he  paid  a  crown,  so  it  went  round, 

Which  was  all  for  good  wine  and  hay. 

Old  Grrahame  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. 

When  he  came  home,  there  did  he  espy 

A  loving  sight  to  spy  or  see, 
There  did  he  espy  his  own  three  sons, 

Young  Christy  Grahame,  the  foremost  was  he. 

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 

"  Nay,  I  have  been  in  Carlisle  town, 

Where  Sir  Robert  Bewick  there  met  me; 

He  said  thou  was  bad,  and  calFd  thee  a  lad, 
And  a  baffled  man  by  thou  I  be. 

"  He  said  thou  was  bad,  and  call'd  thee  a  lad, 

And  bully  to  his  son  cannot  be; 
For  his  son  Bewick  can  both  write  and  read, 

And  sure  I  am  that  cannot  thee. 

"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." 

8—2 


116  OLD   BALLADS 

"Oh,  pray  forbear,  my  father  dear; 

That  ever  such  a  thing  should  be! 
Shall  I  venture  my  body  in  field  to  fight 

With  a  man  that's  faith  and  troth  to  me?" 

"What's  that  thou  sayst,  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."  63 

Christy  stoop'd  low  unto  the  ground, 
Unto  the  ground,  as  you'll  understand; 

"0  father,  put  on  your  glove  again, 

The  wind  hath  blown  it  from  your  hand." 

"  What  's  that  thou  sayst,  thou  liinmer  loon  ? 

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." 

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. 

"If  it  be  my  fortune  my  bully  to  kill, 

As  you  shall  boldly  understand, 
In  every  town  that  I  ride  through, 

They  '11  say,  There  rides  a  brotherless  man ! 

"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 


BEWICK   AND   GRAHAME  117 

"0  give  me  your  blessing,  father/'  he  said, 
"And  pray  well  for  me  for  to  thrive; 

If  it  be  my  fortune  my  bully  to  kill, 
I  swear  I'll  ne'er  come  home  alive." 

He  put  on  his  back  a  good  plate-jack, 

And  on  his  head  a  cap  of  steel, 
With  sword  and  buckler  by  his  side; 

0  gin  he  did  not  become  them  well! 

"0  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  ne'er  eat  bread  again." 

Now  we'll  leave  talking  of  Christy  Grrahame, 

And  talk  of  him  again  belive; 
But  we  will  talk  of  bonny  Bewick, 

Where  he  was  teaching  his  scholars  five. 

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 

He  look'd  between  him  and  the  sun, 

To  see  what  farleys  he  could  see; 
There  he  spy'd  a  man  with  armour  on, 

As  he  came  riding  over  the  lee. 

"I  wonder  much  what  man  yon  be 
That  so  boldly  this  way  does  come; 

I  think  it  is  my  nighest  friend, 
I  think  it  is  my  bully  Grrahame. 


118  OLD  BALLADS 

"  O  welcome,  O  welcome,  bully  Grahame ! 
O  man,  thou  art  my  dear,  welcome ! 

0  man,  thou  art  my  dear,  welcome! 
For  I  love  thee  best  in  Christendom." 

"  Away,  away,  0  bully  Bewick, 

And  of  thy  bullyship  let  me  be! 
The  day  is  come  I  never  thought  on; 

Bully,  I'm  come  here  to  fight  with  thee." 

"0  no!   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 

"My  father  he  was  in  Carlisle  town, 
Where  thy  father  Bewick  there  met  he; 

He  said  I  was  bad,  and  he  call'd  me  a  lad, 
And  a  baffled  man  by  thou  I  be." 

"Away,  away,  O  bully  Grahame, 

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." 

"Away,  away,  0  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." 

"  0  no,  not  so,  my  bully  Grahame ! 

That  e'er  such  a  word  should  spoken  be ! 
Shall  I  venture  my  body  in  field  to  fight 

With  a  man  that's  faith  and  troth  to  me?" 


BEWICK   AND   GRAHAME  119 

"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 

''Now,  if  it  be  my  fortune  thee,  Grahame,  to  kill, 
As  God's  will 's,  man,  it  all  must  be : 

But  if  it  be  my  fortune  thee,  Grahame,  to  kill, 
'Tis  home  again  I'll  never  gae." 

"Thou  art  then  of  my  mind,  bully  Bewick, 

And  sworn-brethren  will  we  be; 
If  thou  be  a  man,  as  I  trow  thou  art, 

Come  over  this  ditch  and  fight  with  me." 

He  flang  his  cloak  from  off  his  shoulders, 

His  psalm-book  out  of  his  hand  flang  he,         150 

He  clapp'd  his  hand  upon  the  hedge, 
And  o'er  lap  he  right  wantonly. 

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, 
That  dare  venture  thy  body  to  fight  with  me. 

"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 

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. 


120  OLD   BALLADS 

Now  they  fell  to  it  with  two  broad  swords, 
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. 

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. 

"Arise,  arise,  O  bully  Bewick, 

Arise,  and  speak  three  words  to  me ! 

Whether  this  be  thy  deadly  wound, 

Or  Grod  and  good  surgeons  will  mend  thee." 


"0  horse,  0  horse,  0  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 

"0  horse,  0  horse,  0  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/' 

"0  if  this  be  true,  my  bully  dear, 
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  to  die." 

Then  he  stuck  his  sword  in  a  moudie-hill, 

Where  he  lap  thirty  good  foot  and  three;        190 

First  he  bequeathed  his  soul  to  G-od, 
And  upon  his  own  sword-point  lap  he. 


BEWICK   AND   GRAHAME  121 

Now  Grahame  he  was  the  first  that  died, 
And  then  came  Robin  Bewick  to  see; 

"Arise,  arise,  0  son,"  he  said, 

"  For  I  see  thou  's  won  the  victory. 

"Arise,  arise,  0  son/7  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 

"  Nay,  dig  a  grave  both  low  and  wide, 

And  in  it  us  two  pray  bury; 
But  bury  my  bully  Grahame  on  the  sun-side, 

For  I'm  sure  he's  won  the  victory." 

Now  we'll  leave  talking  of  these  two  brethren, 
In  Carlisle  town  where  they  lie  slain, 

And  talk  of  these  two  good  old  men, 
Where  they  were  making  a  pitiful  moan. 

With  that  bespoke  now  Robin  Bewick; 

"0  man,  was  I  not  much  to  blame?  210 

I  have  lost  one  of  the  liveliest  lads 

That  ever  was  bred  unto  my  name." 

With  that  bespoke  my  good  lord  Grahame; 

"0  man,  I  have  lost  the  better  block; 
I  have  lost  my  comfort  and  my  joy, 

I  have  lost  my  key,  I  have  lost  my  lock. 

"Had  I  gone  through  all  Ladderdale, 

And  forty  horse  had  set  on  me, 
Had  Christy  Grahame  been  at  my  back, 

So  well  as  he  would  guarded  me."  220 


122  OLD   BALLADS 

I  have  no  of  more  my  song  to  sing, 

But  two  or  three  words  to  you  I'll  name; 

But  'twill  be  talk'd  in  Carlisle  town 

That  these  two  old  men  were  all  the  blame. 


DICK  0'  THE  COW 

Now  Liddisdale  has  long  lain  in, 

There  is  no  riding  there  at  a'; 
Their  horse  is  growing  so  lidder  and  fatt 

That  are  lazie  in  the  sta'. 

Then  Johnie  Armstrong  to  Willie  can  say, 

"Billie,  a  riding  then  will  we; 
England  and  us  has  been  long  at  a  feed; 

Perhaps  we  may  hitt  of  some  bootie." 

Then  they're  com'd  on  to  Hutton  Hall, 

They  rade  that  proper  place  about;  10 

But  the  laird  he  was  the  wiser  man, 
For  he  had  left  nae  gear  without. 

Then  he  had  left  nae  gear  to  steal, 

Except  six  sheep  upon  a  lee; 
Says  Johnie,  "  I  'd  rather  in  England  die, 

Before  their  six  sheep  gaed  to  Liddisdale  with  me. 

"But  how  call'd  they  the  man  we  last  with  mett, 

Billie,  as  we  came  over  the  know?" 
"That  same  he  is  an  innocent  fool, 

And  some  men  calls  him  Dick  o'  the  Cow."         20 


DICK   O'   THE   COW  123 

"That  fool  has  three  as  good  kine  of  his  own 
As  is  in  a,'  Cumberland,  billie,"  quoth  he; 

"Betide  my  life,  betide  my  death, 

These  three  kine  shall  go  to  Liddisdale  with  me." 

Then  they're  com'd  on  to  the  poor  fooFs  house, 
And  they  have  broken  his  walls  so  wide; 

They  have  loosed  out  Dick  o'  the  Cow's  kine  three, 
And  ta'en  three  coverlets  off  his  wife's  bed. 

Then  on  the  morn,  when  the  day  grew  light, 

The  shouts  and  crys  rose  loud  and  high;  30 

"Hold  thy  tongue,  my  wife/'  he  says, 
"And  of  thy  crying  let  me  bee. 

"Hald  thy  tongue,  my  wife,"  he  says, 

"And  of  thy  crying  let  me  bee, 
And  ay  that  where  thou  wants  a  kow, 

Grood  sooth  that  I  shall  bring  thee  three." 

Then  Dick's  com'd  on  to  lord  and  master, 

And  I  wot  a  drearie  fool  was  he; 
"Hald  thy  tongue,  my  fool,"  he  says, 

"For  I  may  not  stand  to  jest  with  thee."  40 

"  Shame  speed  a'  your  jesting,  my  lord,"  quo'  Dickie, 
"For  nae  such  jesting  'grees  with  me; 

Liddisdale  has  been  in  my  house  this  last  night, 
And  they  have  ta'en  my  three  kine  from  me. 

"But  I  may  nae  langer  in  Cumberland  dwell, 

To  be  your  poor  fool  and  your  leal, 
Unless  ye  give  me  leave,  my  lord, 

To  go  to  Liddisdale  and  steal." 


124  OLD  BALLADS 

"To  give  thee  leave,  my  fool,"  lie  says, 

"Thou  speaks  against  mine  honour  and  me; 

Unless  thou.give  me  thy  troth  and  thy  right  hand, 
Thou  '1  steal  f rae  nane  but  them  that  sta'  from  thee." 

" There  is  my  troth  and  my  right  hand; 

My  head  shall  hing  on  Hairibie, 
I'll  never  cross  Carlisle  sands  again, 

If  I  steal  frae  a  man  but  them  that  sta'  frae  me." 

Dickie  has  ta'en  leave  at  lord  and  master, 

And  I  wot  a  merrie  fool  was  he; 
He  has  bought  a  bridle  and  a  pair  of  new  spurs, 

And  has  packed  them  up  in  his  breek-thigh.        60 

Then  Dickie's  come  on  for  Puddinburn, 

Even  as  fast  as  he  may  drie; 
Dickie's  come  on  for  Puddinburn, 

Where  there  was  thirty  Armstrongs  and  three. 

"What's  this  com'd  on  me!"  quo'  Dickie, 
"What  mickle  wae's  this  happen'd  on  me, 

Where  here  is  but  ae  innocent  fool, 

And  there  is  thirty  Armstrongs  and  three!" 

Yet  he's  com'd  up  to  the  hall  among  them  all; 

So  wel  he  became  his  courtesie;  70 

"Well  may  ye  be,  my  good  Laird's  Jock, 

But  the  deil  bless  all  your  companie ! 

"I'm  come  to  plain  of  your  man  Fair  Johnie  Arm- 
strong, 

And  syne  his  billie  Willie,"  quo'  he; 
"How  they  have  been  in  my  house  this  last  night, 

And  they  have  ta'en  my  three  kye  frae  me." 


DICK   O'   THE   COW  125 

Quo'  Johnie  Armstrong,  "We'll  him  hang;" 
"Nay/'  then  quo'  Willie,  "we'll  him  slae; 

We'll  nit  him  in  a  four-nooked  sheet, 

Give  him  his  burden  of  batts,  and  let  him  gae."  80 

Then  up  bespake  the  good  Laird's  Jock, 

The  best  falla  in  the  companie; 
"Sit  thy  way  down  a  little  while,  Dickie, 

And  a  piece  of  thine  own  cow's  hough  I'll  give  to. 
thee." 

But  Dickie's  heart  it  grew  so  great 

That  never  a  bit  of  it  he  dought  to  eat; 

But  Dickie  was  ware  of  ane  auld  peat-house, 

Where  there  all  the  night  he  thought  for  to  sleep. 

Then  Dickie  was  ware  of  that  auld  peat-house, 

Where  there  all  the  night  he  thought  for  to  lie ;   90- 

And  a'  the  prayers  the  poor  fool  prayed  was, 

"I  wish  I  had  a  mense  for  my  own  three  kye!" 

Then  it  was  the  use  of  Puddinburn, 

And  the  house  of  Manger  to  un,  all  hail ! 

These  that  came  not  at  the  first  call 

They  got  no  more  meat  till  the  next  meal. 

The  lads,  that  hungry  and  aevery  was, 
Above  the  door-head  they  flang  the  key. 

Dickie  took  good  notice  to  that; 

Says,  "There's  a  bootie  yonder  for  me."  ioa 

Then  Dickie 's  gane  into  the  stable, 

Where  there  stood  thirty  horse  and  three; 

He  has  ty'd  them  a'  with  St  Mary  knot, 
All  these  horse  but  barely  three. 


126  OLD  BALLADS 


He  has  ty'd  them  a'  with  St  Mary  knot, 

All  these  horse  but  barely  three; 
He  has  loupen  on  one,  taken  another  in  his  hand,, 

And  out  at  the  door  and  gane  is  Dickie. 

Then  on  the  morn,  when  the  day  grew  light, 
The  shouts  and  cries  rose  loud  and  high; 

"What's  that  thief?"  quo'  the  good  Laird's  Jock, 
"Tel  me  the  truth  and  the  verity. 

"What's  that  thief?"  quo'  the  good  Laird's  Jock, 

"See  unto  me  ye  do  not  lie." 
"Dick  o'  the  Cow  has  been  in  the  stable  this  last  night, 

And  has  my  brother's  horse  and  mine  frae  me." 

"Ye  wad  never  be  tell'd  it,"  quo'  the  Laird's  Jock, 
"  Have  ye  not  found  my  tales  f u'  leal  ? 

Ye  wad  never  out  of  England  bide, 

Till  crooked  and  blind  and  a'  wad  steal."  120 

"But   will    thou    lend    me    thy   bay?"    Fair   Johnie 
Armstrong  can  say, 

"There's  nae  horse  loose  in  the  stable  but  he; 
And  I'll  either  bring  ye  Dick  o'  the  Cow  again, 

Or  the  day  is  come  that  he  must  die." 

"To  lend  thee  my  bay,"  the  Laird's  Jock  can  say, 
"He's  both  worth  gold  and  good  monie; 

Dick  o'  the  Cow  has  away  twa  horse, 
I  wish  no  thou  should  make  him  three." 

He  has  ta'en  the  Laird's  jack  on  his  back, 

The    twa-handed    sword    that    hang   leugh    by   his 
thigh;  130 

He  has  ta'en  the  steel  cap  on  his  head, 
And  on  is  he  to  follow  Dickie. 


DICK   O'   THE   COW  127 

Then  Dickie  was  not  a  mile  off  the  town, 

I  wot  a  mile  but  barely  three, 
Till  John  Armstrong  has  o'erta'en  Dick  o'  the  Cow, 

Hand  for  hand  on  Cannobie  lee. 

"Abide  thee,  bide  now,  Dickie,  then, 
The  day  is  come  that  thou  must  die." 

Dickie  looked  o'er  his  left  shoulder, 

"Johnie,  has  thou  any  mo  in  thy  company?        140 

"There  is  a  preacher  in  our  chapell, 

And  a'  the  lee-lang  day  teaches  he; 
When  day  is  gane,  and  night  is  come, 

There  's  never  a  word  I  mark  but  three. 

"The  first  and  second's  Faith  and  Conscience, 
The  third  is,  Johnie,  Take  heed  of  thee! 

But  what  faith  and  conscience  had  thou,  traitor, 
When  thou  took  my  three  kye  frae  me? 

"And  when  thou  had  ta'en  my  three  kye, 

Thou  thought  in  thy  heart  thou  was  no  well  sped;  150 

But  thou  sent  thy  billie  Willie  o'er  the  know, 
And  he  took  three  co'erlets  off  my  wife's  bed." 

Then  Johnie  let  a  spear  fa'  leugh  by  his  thigh, 
Thought  well  to  run  the  innocent  through, 

But  the  powers  above  was  more  than  his, 
He  ran  but  the  poor  fool's  jerkin  through. 

Together  they  ran  or  ever  they  blan; 

This  was  Dickie  the  fool,  and  he; 
Dickie  could  not  win  to  him  with  the  blade  of  the 
sword, 

But  he  fell'd  him  with  the  plummet  under  the  eye.  160 


128  OLD   BALLADS 

Now  Dickie  has  fell'd  Fair  Johnie  Armstrong, 
The  prettiest  man  in  the  south  country; 

"Gramercie,"  then  can  Dickie  say, 

"I  had  twa  horse,  thou  has  made  me  three/7 

He  has  ta'en  the  laird's  jack  off  his  back, 

The  twa-handed  sword  that  hang  leugh  by  his  thigh; 

He  has  ta'en  the  steel  cap  off  his  head; 

"  Johnie,  I'll  tell  my  master  I  met  with  thee." 


When  Johnie  waken'd  out  of  his  dream, 

I  wot  a  dreary  man  was  he;  170 

"Is  thou  gane  now,  Dickie,  then? 
The  shame  gae  in  thy  company ! 

"Is  thou  gane  now,  Dickie,  then? 

The  shame  go  in  thy  companie! 
For  if  I  should  live  this  hundred  year, 

I  shall  never  fight  with  a  fool  after  thee." 

Then  Dickie  corned  home  to  lord  and  master, 

Even  as  fast  as  he  may  drie. 
"Now,  Dickie,  I  shall  neither  eat  meat  nor  drink 

Till  high  hanged  that  thou  shall  be!"  180 

"The  shame  speed  the  liars,  my  lord!"  quo'  Dickie, 
"  That  was  no  the  promise  ye  made  to  me ; 

For  I'd  never  gane  to  Liddisdale  to  steal 
Till  that  I  sought  my  leave  at  thee." 

"  But  what  gart  thou  steal  the  Laird's  Jock's  horse  ? 

And,  limmer,  what  gart  thou  steal  him  ?  "  quo'  he ; 
"For  lang  might  thou  in  Cumberland  dwelt 

Or  the  Laird's  Jock  had  stoln  ought  frae  thee." 


DICK   O*   THE   COW  129 

"  Indeed  I  wot  ye  lee'd,  my  lord, 

And  even  so  loud  as  I  hear  ye  lie;  190 

I  wan  him  frae  his  man,  Fair  Johnie  Armstrong, 

Hand  for  hand  on  Cannobie  lee. 

"  There 's  the  jack  was  on  his  back, 

The   twa-handed   sword   that    hung    leugh    by   his 

thigh; 
There's  the  steel  cap  was  on  his  head; 

I  have  a'  these  tokens  to  let  you  see." 

"If  that  be  true  thou  to  me  tells 

(I  trow  thou  dare  not  tell  a  lie), 
I'll  give  thee  twenty  pound  for  the  good  horse, 

Well  telPd  in  thy  cloak-lap  shall  be.  200 

"And  I'll  give  thee  one  of  my  best  milk-kye 
To  maintain  thy  wife  and  children  three; 

And  that  may  be  as  good,  I  think, 
As  ony  twa  o'  thine  might  be." 

"The  shame  speed  the  liars,  iny  lord!"  quo'  Dickie; 

"  Trow  ye  ay  to  make  a  fool  of  me  ? 
I'll  either  have  thirty  pound  for  the  good  horse, 

Or  else  he's  gae  to  Mattan  fair  wi'  me." 

Then  he  has  given  him  thirty  pound  for  the  good 
horse, 

All  in  gold  and  good  monie;  210 

He  has  given  him  one  of  his  best  milk-kye 

To  maintain  his  wife  and  children  three. 

Then  Dickie 's  come  down  through  Carlisle  town, 

Even  as  fast  as  he  may  drie. 
The  first  of  men  that  he  with  met 

Was  my  lord's  brother,  Bailiff  Grlazenberrie. 

s.  9 


130  OLD   BALLADS 

"Well  may  ye  be,  my  good  Ralph  Scrupe!" 
"Welcome,  my  brother's  fool!"  quo5  he; 

"Where  did  thou  get  Fair  Johnie  Armstrong's  horse  ?" 
"  Where  did  I  get  him  but  steal  him,"  quo'  he.   220 

te  But  will  thou  sell  me  Fair  Johnie  Armstrong's  horse  ? 

And,  billie,  will  thou  sell  him  to  me  ? " 
"Ay,  and  thou  tell  me  the  monie  on  my  cloak-lap, 

For  there's  not  one  farthing  I'll  trust  thee." 

"I'll  give  thee  fifteen  pound  for  the  good  horse, 

Well  told  on  thy  cloak-lap  shall  be; 
And  I'll  give  thee  one  of  my  best  milk-kye 

To  maintain  thy  wife  and  thy  children  three." 

"  The  shame  speed  the  liars,  my  lord ! "  quo'  Dickie, 
"  Trow  ye  ay  to  make  a  fool  of  me  ?  230 

I'll  either  have  thirty  pound  for  the  good  horse, 
Or  else  he's  to  Mattan  Fair  with  me." 

He  has  given  him  thirty  pound  for  the  good  horse, 

All  in  gold  and  good  monie; 
He  has  given  him  one  of  his  best  milk-kye 

To  maintain  his  wife  and  children  three. 

Then  Dickie  lap  a  loup  on  high, 

And  I  wot  a  loud  laughter  leugh  he; 

"I  wish  the  neck  of  the  third  horse  were  broken, 
For  I  have  a  better  of  my  own,  and   onie   better 
can  be."  240 

Then  Dickie  com'd  hame  to  his  wife  again. 

Judge  ye  how  the  poor  fool  he  sped! 
He  has  given  her  three  score  of  English  pounds 

For  the  three  auld  co'erlets  was  ta'en  off  her  bed. 


DICK   O'   THE  COW  131 

"Hae,  take  thee  there  twa  as  good  kye, 

I  trow,  as  all  thy  three  might  be; 
And  yet  here  is  a  white-footed  nag, 

I  think  he  '11  carry  both  thee  and  me. 

"But  I  may  no  langer  in  Cumberland  dwell; 

The  Armstrongs  they'll  hang  me  high."  250 

But  Dickie  has  ta'en  leave  at  lord  and  master, 

And  Burgh  under  Stanemuir  there  dwells  Dickie. 


JOHN  O'  THE  SIDE 

Peter  o'  Whitfield  he  hath  slain, 

And  John  o'  Side,  he  is  ta'en, 
And  John  is  bound  both  hand  and  foot, 

And  to  the  New-castle  he  is  gane. 

But  tidings  came  to  the  Sybil  o'  the  Side, 

By  the  water-side  as  she  ran; 
She  took  her  kirdle  by  the  hem, 

And  fast  she  run  to  Mangerton. 

[When  she  came  into  the  hall,] 

The  lord  was  set  down  at  his  meat;  10 

When  these  tidings  she  did  him  tell, 

Never  a  morsel  might  he  eat. 

But  lords  they  wrung  their  fingers  white, 
Ladies  did  pull  themselves  by  the  hair, 

Crying  "Alas  and  welladay! 

For  John  o'  the  Side  we  shall  never  see  mair. 

9—2 


132  OLD  BALLADS 

"But  we 'II  go  sell  our  droves  of  kine, 

And  after  them  our  oxen  sell, 
And  after  them  our  troops  of  sheep, 

But  we  will  loose  him  out  of  the  New  Castell."    20 

But  then  bespake  him  Hobby  Noble, 
And  spoke  these  words  wondrous  high; 

Says,  "Give  me  five  men  to  myself, 
And  I'll  fetch  John  o'  the  Side  to  thee." 

"Yea,  thou'st  have  five,  Hobby  Noble, 
Of  the  best  that  are  in  this  country; 

I'll  give  thee  five  thousand,  Hobby  Noble, 
That  walk  in  Tyvidale  truly." 

"Nay,  I'll  have  but  five,"  says  Hobby  Noble, 
"That  shall  walk  away  with  me;  30 

We  will  ride  like  no  men  of  war, 
But  like  poor  badgers  we  will  be." 

They  stuffed  up  all  their  bags  with  straw, 

And  their  steeds  barefoot  must  be; 
"Come  on,  my  brethren,"  says  Hobby  Noble, 

"Come  on  your  ways,  and  go  with  me." 

And  when  they  came  to  Culerton  ford, 
The  water  was  up,  they  could  it  not  go; 

And  then  they  were  ware  of  a  good  old  man, 
How  his  boy  and  he  were  at  the  plough.          40 

"But  stand  you  still,"  says  Hobby  Noble, 

"Stand  you  still  here  at  this  shore, 
And  I  will  ride  to  yonder  old  man, 

And  see  where  the  gate  it  lies  o'er. 


JOHN   O'   THE   SIDE  133 

"But  Christ  you  save,  father!"  quoth  he, 

"  Christ  both  you  save  and  see ! 
Where  is  the  way  over  this  ford  ? 

For  Christ's  sake  tell  it  me." 

"But  I  have  dwelled  here  three  score  year, 
So  have  I  done  three  score  and  three;  50 

I  never  saw  man  nor  horse  go  o'er, 
Except  it  were  a  horse  of  tree." 

"But  fare  thou  well,  thou  good  old  man! 

The  devil  in  hell  I  leave  with  thee, 
No  better  comfort  here  this  night 

Thou  gives  my  brethren  here  and  me." 

But  when  he  came  to  his  brether  again, 

And  told  this  tidings  full  of  woe, 
And  then  they  found  a  well-good  gate 

They  might  ride  o'er  by  two  and  two.  60 

And  when  they  were  come  over  the  ford, 

All  safe  gotten  at  the  last, 
"Thanks  be  to  Grod!"  says  Hobby  Noble, 

"The  worst  of  our  peril  is  past." 

And  then  they  came  into  Howbrame  wood, 
And  there  then  they  found  a  tree, 

And  cut  it  down  then  by  the  root; 
The  length  was  thirty  foot  and  three. 

And  four  of  them  did  take  the  plank, 

As  light  as  it  had  been  a  flea,  70 

And  carried  it  to  the  New  Castle, 
Where  as  John  o'  Side  did  lie. 


134  OLD   BALLADS 

And  some  did  climb  up  by  the  walls, 
And  some  did  climb  up  by  the  tree, 

Until  they  came  up  to  the  top  of  the  castle, 
Where  John  made  his  moan  truly. 

He  said,  "God  be  with  thee,  Sybil  o'  the  Side! 

My  own  mother  thou  art,"  quoth  he; 
"If  thou  knew  this  night  I  were  here, 

A  woe  woman  then  wouldst  thou  be.  80 

"  And  fare  you  well,  Lord  Mangerton ! 

And  ever  I  say  God  be  with  thee! 
For  if  you  knew  this  night  I  were  here, 

You  would  sell  your  land  for  to  loose  me. 

"  And  fare  thou  well,  Much,  Miller's  son ! 

Much,  Miller's  son,  I  say; 
Thou  has  been  better  at  mirk  midnight 

Than  ever  thou  was  at  noon  o'  the  day. 

"And  fare  thou  well,  my  good  lord  Clough! 

Thou  art  thy  father's  son  and  heir;  90 

Thou  never  saw  him  in  all  thy  life 

But  with  him  durst  thou  break  a  spear. 

"We  are  brothers  childer  nine  or  ten, 

And  sisters  children  ten  or  eleven; 
We  never  came  to  the  field  to  fight 

But  the  worst  of  us  was  counted  a  man." 

But  then  bespake  him  Hobby  Noble, 

And  spake  these  words  unto  him; 
Says,  "  Sleepest  thou,  wakest  thou,  John  o'  the  Side, 

Or  art  thou  this  castle  within?"  100 


JOHN   O'   THE   SIDE  135 

"But  who  is  there,"  quoth  John  o}  the  Side, 
"That  knows  my  name  so  right  and  free?" 

"  I  am  a  bastard-brother  of  thine ; 
This  night  I  am  comen  for  to  loose  thee." 

"  Now  nay,  now  nay,"  quoth  John  o'  the  Side, 

"It  fears  me  sore  that  will  not  be, 
For  a  peck  of  gold  and  silver,"  John  said, 

"In  faith  this  night  will  not  loose  me." 

But  then  bespake  him  Hobby  Noble, 

And  till  his  brother  thus  said  he;  no 

Says,  "Four  shall  take  this  matter  in  hand, 

And  two  shall  tent  our  geldings  free." 

Four  did  break  one  door  without, 

Then  John  brake  five  himsel'; 
But  when  they  came  to  the  iron  door, 

It  smote  twelve  upon  the  bell. 

"It  fears  me  sore,"  said  Much,  the  Miller, 
"That  here  taken  we  all  shall  be;" 

"But  go  away,  brethren,"  said  John  o'  Side, 
"  For  ever  alas !   this  will  not  be."  120 

"  But  fie  upon  thee ! "  said  Hobby  Noble ; 

"Much,  the  Miller,  fie  upon  thee! 
It  sore  fears  me,"  said  Hobby  Noble, 

"Man  that  thou  wilt  never  be." 

But  then  he  had  Flanders  files  two  or  three, 

And  he  filed  down  that  iron  door, 
And  took  John  out  of  the  New  Castle, 

And  said  "Look  thou  never  come  here  more!" 


136  OLD  BALLADS 

When  lie  had  him  forth  of  the  New  Castle, 
"Away  with  me,  John,  thou  shalt  ride." 

But  ever  alas!  it  could  not  be, 

For  John  could  neither  sit  nor  stride. 

But  then  he  had  sheets  two  or  three, 
And  bound  John's  bolts  fast  to  his  feet, 

And  set  him  on  a  well-good  steed, 
Himself  on  another  by  him  set. 

Then  Hobby  Noble  smiled  and  lough, 
And  spoke  these  words  in  mickle  pride; 

"Thou  sits  so  finely  on  thy  gelding 

That,  John,  thou  rides  like  a  bride."  140 

And  when  they  came  thorough  Howbrame  town, 
John's  horse  there  stumbled  at  a  stane; 

"Out  and  alas!"  cried  Much,  the  Miller, 
"John,  thou '11  make  us  all  be  ta'en." 

"  But  fie  upon  thee ! "  says  Hobby  Noble, 

"Much,  the  Miller,  fie  on  thee! 
I  know  full  well,"  says  Hobby  Noble, 

"Man  that  thou  wilt  never  be." 

And  when  they  came  into  Howbrame  wood, 

He  had  Flanders  files  two  or  three  150 

To  file  John's  bolts  beside  his  feet, 
That  he  might  ride  more  easily. 

Says  "  John,  now  leap  over  a  steed ! " 

And  John  then  he  lope  over  five. 
"I  know  well,"  says  Hobby  Noble, 

"John,  thy  fellow  is  not  alive." 


JOHN   O*   THE   SIDE  137 

Then  he  brought  him  home  to  Mangerton; 

The  lord  then  he  was  at  his  meat; 
But  when  John  o'  the  Side  he  there  did  see, 

For  fain  he  could  no  more  eat.  160 

He  says  "  Blest  be  thou,  Hobby  Noble, 

That  ever  thou  wast  man  born! 
Thou  hast  fetched  us  home  good  John  o'  the  Side, 

That  was  now  clean  from  us  gone." 


SIR  HUGH  IN  THE  GRIME 

Good  Lord  John  is  a  hunting  gone, 

Over  the  hills  and  dales  so  fair, 
For  to  take  Sir  Hugh  in  the  Grime, 

For  stealing  of  the  bishop's  mare. 

Hugh  in  the  Grime  was  taken  then 

And  carried  to  Carlisle  town; 
The  merry  women  came  out  amain, 

Saying  "  The  name  of  Grime  shall  never  go  down." 

0  then  a  jury  of  women  was  brought, 

Of  the  best  that  could  be  found;  10 

Eleven  of  them  spoke  all  at  once, 

Saying  "  The  name  of  Grime  shall  never  go  down." 

And  then  a  jury  of  men  was  brought, 

More  the  pity  for  to  be! 
Eleven  of  them  spoke  all  at  once, 

Saying  "Hugh  in  the  Grime,  you  are  guilty." 


138  OLD  BALLADS 

Hugh  in  the  Grime  was  cast  to  be  hang'd, 
Many  of  his  friends  did  for  him  lack; 

For  fifteen  foot  in  the  prison  he  did  jump, 
With  his  hands  tied  fast  behind  his  back. 


Then  bespoke  our  good  Lady  Ward, 

As  she  set  on  the  bench  so  high; 
"A  peck  of  white  pennys  I'll  give  to  my  lord, 

If  he'll  grant  Hugh  Grime  to  me. 

"And  if  it  be  not  full  enough, 

I'll  stroke  it  up  with  my  silver  fan; 

And  if  it  be  not  full  enough, 

I'll  heap  it  up  with  my  own  hand." 

"Hold  your  tongue  now,  Lady  Ward, 

And  of  your  talkitive  let  it  be !  30 

There  is  never  a  Grime  came  in  this  court 
That  at  thy  bidding  shall  saved  be." 

Then  bespoke  our  good  Lady  Moor, 

As  she  sat  on  the  bench  so  high; 
"  A  yoke  of  fat  oxen  I  '11  give  to  my  lord, 

If  he'll  grant  Hugh  Grime  to  me." 

"Hold  your  tongue  now,  good  Lady  Moor, 

And  of  your  talkitive  let  it  be! 
There  is  never  a  Grime  came  to  this  court 

That  at  thy  bidding  saved  shall  be."  40 

Sir  Hugh  in  the  Grime  look'd  out  of  the  door, 

With  his  hand  out  of  the  bar; 
There  he  spy'd  his  father  dear, 

Tearing  of  his  golden  hair. 


SIR   HUGH   IN    THE   GRIME  139 

"Hold  your  tongue,  good  father  dear, 

And  of  your  weeping  let  it  be ! 
For  if  they  bereave  me  of  my  life, 

They  cannot  bereave  me  of  the  heavens  so  high." 

Sir  Hugh  in  the  Grime  look'd  out  at  the  door; 

Oh,  what  a  sorry  heart  had  he !  5° 

There  he  spy'd  his  mother  dear, 

Weeping  and  wailing  "  Oh,  woe  is  me ! " 

"  Hold  your  tongue  now,  mother  dear, 

And  of  your  weeping  let  it  be ! 
For  if  they  bereave  me  of  my  life, 

They  cannot  bereave  me  of  heaven's  fee. 

"I'll  leave  my  sword  to  Johnny  Armstrong, 

That  is  made  of  metal  so  fine, 
That  when  he  comes  to  the  border-side 

He  may  think  of  Hugh  in  the  Grime."  60 


THE  BRAES  OF  YARROW 

"I  dreamed  a  dreary  dream  this  night, 
That  fills  my  heart  wi'  sorrow; 

I  dreamed  I  was  pouing  the  heather  green 
Upon  the  braes  of  Yarrow. 

"0  true-luve  mine,  stay  still  and  dine, 

As  ye  ha'  done  before,  0;" 
"0  I'll  be  hame  by  hours  nine, 

And  frae  the  braes  of  Yarrow." 


140  OLD   BALLADS 

"I  dreamed  a  dreary  dream  this  night, 
That  fills  my  heart  wi'  sorrow; 

I  dreamed  my  luve  came  headless  hame, 
O  frae  the  braes  of  Yarrow! 

"0  true-luve  mine,  stay  still  and  dine, 
As  ye  ha7  done  before,  0;" 

"0  I'll  be  hame  by  hours  nine, 
And  frae  the  braes  of  Yarrow." 

"0  are  ye  going  to  hawk,"  she  says, 
"  As  ye  ha'  done  before,  O  ? 

Or  are  ye  going  to  wield  your  brand, 
Upon  the  braes  of  Yarrow?" 

"01  am  not  going  to  hawk,"  he  says, 
"As  I  have  done  before,  0, 

But  for  to  meet  your  brother  John, 
Upon  the  braes  of  Yarrow." 

As  he  gaed  down  yon  dowy  den, 
Sorrow  went  him  before,  0; 

Nine  well-wight  men  lay  waiting  him, 
Upon  the  braes  of  Yarrow. 

"I  have  your  sister  to  my  wife, 
Ye  think  me  an  unmeet  marrow; 

But  yet  one  foot  will  I  never  flee 
Now  frae  the  braes  of  Yarrow." 

Then  four  he  kill'd  and  five  did  wound, 
That  was  an  unmeet  marrow ! 

And  he  had  weel  nigh  won  the  day 
Upon  the  braes  of  Yarrow. 


THE  BRAES  OF  YARROW  141 

But  a  cowardly  loon  came  him  behind, 

Our  Lady  lend  him  sorrow ! 
And  wi'  a  rapier  pierced  his*heart, 

And  laid  him  low  on  Yarrow.  40 

Now  Douglas  to  his  sister's  gane, 

Wi'  meikle  dule  and  sorrow: 
"Gae  to  your  luve,  sister,"  he  says, 

"He's  sleeping  sound  on  Yarrow." 

As  she  went  down  yon  dowy  den, 

Sorrow  went  her  before,  0; 
She  saw  her  true-love  lying  slain 

Upon  the  braes  of  Yarrow. 

She  swooned  thrice  upon  his  breast 

That  was  her  dearest  marrow;  5° 

Said,  "Ever  alas,  and  wae  the  day 

Thou  went'st  frae  me  to  Yarrow!" 

She  kist  his  mouth,  she  kaimed  his  hair, 

As  she  had  done  before,  0; 
She  wiped  the  blood  that  trickled  doun 

Upon  the  braes  of  Yarrow. 

Her  hair  it  was  three  quarters  lang, 

It  hang  baith  side  and  yellow; 
She  tied  it  round  her  white  hause-bane, 

And  tint  her  life  on  Yarrow.  60 


142  OLD  BALLADS 


SIR  PATRICK  SPENCE 

The  king  sits  in  Dumferling  toune, 

Drinking  the  blude-reid  wine: 
"O  whare  will  I  get  a  guid  sailor, 

To  sail  this  schip  of  mine?" 

Up  and  spake  an  eldern  knicht, 

Sat  at  the  king's  richt  knee. 
"Sir  Patrick  Spence  is  the  best  sailor 

That  sails  upon  the  sea." 

The  king  has  written  a  braid  letter, 
And  signed  it  wi'  his  hand,  10 

And  sent  it  to  Sir  Patrick  Spence, 
Was  walking  on  the  sand. 

The  first  line  that  Sir  Patrick  read, 

A  loud  lauch  lauched  he; 
The  next  line  that  Sir  Patrick  read, 

The  teir  blinded  his  ee. 

"0  wha  is  this  has  done  this  deid, 

This  ill  deid  done  to  me? 
To  send  me  out  this  time  o'  the  yeir, 

To  sail  upon  the  sea!  20 

"  Make  haste,  make  haste,  my  merry  men  all, 
Our  guid  schip  sails  the  morne ! " 

"0  say  na  sae,  my  master  deir, 
For  I  feir  a  deadlie  storme. 


SIR   PATRICK  SPENCE  143 

"  Late,  late  yestreen  I  saw  the  new  moone 

Wi}  the  auld  moone  in  hir  arme, 
And  I  feir,  I  feir,  my  deir  master, 

That  we  will  cum  to  harme." 


0  our  Scots  nobles  wer  richt  laith 

To  weet  their  cork-heil'd  schoone;  30 

But  lang  ere  a,'  the  play  were  played, 

Their  hats  they  swam  aboone. 

0  lang,  lang  may  their  ladies  sit 

Wi'  their  fans  into  their  hand 
Or  ere  they  see  Sir  Patrick  Spence 

Cum  sailing  to  the  land. 

O  lang,  lang  may  the  ladies  stand, 

Wi'  their  gold  kerns  in  their  hair, 
Waiting  for  their  ain  deir  lords, 

For  they  '11  see  them  na  mair.  40 

Haf  owre,  haf  owre  to  Aberdour, 

It's  fiftie  f adorn  deip, 
And  there  lies  guid  Sir  Patrick  Spence, 

Wi'  the  Scots  lords  at  his  feit. 


144  OLD  BALLADS 


THE  GARDENER 

The  gardener  stands  in  his  bower-door, 

With  a  primrose  in  his  hand, 
And  by  there  came  a  leal  maiden, 

As  jimp's  a  willow  wand. 

"0  lady,  can  you  fancy  me, 

For  to  be  my  bride? 
You'll  get  a'  the  flowers  in  my  garden 

To  be  to  you  a  weed. 

"The  lily  white  shall  be  your  smock, 

Becomes  your  body  neat;  10 

And  your  head  shall  be  deck'd  with  jelly  flower, 

And  the  primrose  in  your  breast. 

"Your  gown  shall  be  o'  the  sweet-william, 

Your  coat  o'  camovine, 
And  your  apron  o'  the  salads  neat, 

That  taste  baith  sweet  and  fine. 

"Your  stockings  shall  be  o'  the  broad  kail-blade, 

That  is  baith  broad  and  long; 
And  narrow,  narrow  at  the  coot, 

And  broad,  broad  at  the  brawn.  20 

"Your  gloves  shall  be  the  marigold 

All  glittering  to  your  hand, 
Well  spread  o'er  wr5  the  blue  blaewort, 

That  grows  in  corn-land." 


THE   GARDENER  145 

"  0  fare  you  well,  young  man,"  she  says, 

"  Farewell,  and  I  bid  adieu ; 
[O  fare  you  well,  young  man/'  she  says, 

For  I  cannot  fancy  you.] 

"  Since  you  Ve  provided  a  weed  for  me 

Among  the  summer  flowers,  30 

Then  I'll  provide  another  for  you 

Among  the  winter  showers. 

"The  new-fallen  snow  to  be  your  smock, 

Becomes  your  body  neat; 
And  your  head  shall  be  decked  with  the  eastern  wind, 

And  the  cold  rain  on  your  breast." 


THOMAS  0'  POTT 
[PART  i] 

All  you  lords  of  Scotland  fair, 

And  ladies  also  bright  of  blee; 
There  is  a  lady  amongst  them  all, 

Of  her  report  you  shall  hear  of  me. 

Of  her  beauty  she  is  so  bright, 

And  of  her  colour  so  bright  of  blee; 

She  is  daughter  to  the  Lord  Arundel, 
His  heir-apparent  for  to  be. 

"I'll  see  that  bride,"  Lord  Phenix  says, 

"That  is  a  lady  of  high  degree,  10 

And  if  I  like  her  countenance  well, 
The  heir  of  all  my  land  she'st  be." 

s.  10 


146  OLD  BALLADS 

To  that  lady  fair  lord  Phenix  came, 
And  to  that  likesome  dame  said  he; 

"Now  G-od  thee  save,  my  lady  fair, 
The  heir  of  all  my  land  thou'st  be." 

"Leave  off  your  suit,"  the  lady  said; 

"You  are  a  lord  of  honour  free; 
You  may  get  ladies  eriow  at  home, 

And  I  have  a  love  in  mine  own  country.       20 

"I  have  a  lover  true  of  mine  own, 
A  serving-man  of  a  small  degree ; 

Thomas  o'  Pott  it  is  his  name; 
My  first  and  last  love  he  shall  be." 

"Gif  Thomas  o'  Pott  then  be  his  name, 

I  wot  I  ken  him  so  readily; 
I  can  spend  forty  pounds  by  week, 

And  he  cannot  spend  poundes  three." 

"Grod  give  you  good  of  your  gold,"  she  said, 
"  And  also,  sir,  of  your  fee !  30 

He  was  the  first  love  that  ever  I  had, 
And  the  last,  sir,  he  shall  be." 

With  that  Lord  Phenix  was  sore  amoved; 

Unto  her  father  then  went  he; 
He  told  her  father  how  it  was  proved 

How  that  his  daughter's  mind  was  set. 

"Thou  art  my  daughter,"  Lord  Arundel  said, 

"The  heir  of  all  my  land  to  be; 
Thou'st  be  bride  to  the  Lord  Phenix, 

Daughter,  gif  thou'll  be  heir  to  me."  40 


THOMAS   O'   POTT  147 

For  lack  of  her  love  this  lady  must  lose, 

Her  foolish  wooing  lay  all  aside; 
The  day  is  appointed  and  friends  are  agreed; 

She  is  forced  to  be  the  Lord  Phenix  bride. 

With  that  the  lady  began  to  muse; 

A  grieved  woman,  Grod  wot,  was  she ; 
How  she  might  Lord  Phenix  beguile, 

And  scape  unmarried  from  him  that  day. 

She  called  to  her  her  little  foot-page, 
To  Jack  her  boy,  so  tenderly;  50 

Says,  "  Come  thou  hither,  thou  little  foot-page, 
For  indeed  I  dare  trust  none  but  thee. 

"To  Strawberry  Castle,  boy,  thou  must  go, 
To  Thomas  Pott,  thereas  he  can  be, 

And  give  him  here  this  letter  fair, 

And  on  Grilford  Green  bid  him  meet  me. 

"  Look  thou  mark  his  countenance  well, 

And  his  colour  tell  to  me; 
And  hie  thee  fast  and  come  again, 

And  forty  shillings  I  will  give  thee.  60 

"For  if  he  blushes  in  his  face, 

Then  in  his  heart  he's  sorry  be; 
Then  let  my  father  say  what  he  will, 

For  false  to  Potts  I'll  never  be. 

"And  gif  he  smile  then  with  his  mouth, 

Then  in  his  heart  he'll  merry  be; 
Then  may  he  get  him  a  love  where  he  can, 

For  small  of  his  company  my  part  shall  be." 

10—2 


148  OLD  BALLADS 

•     Then  one  while  that  the  boy  he  went, 

Another  while,  God  wot,  ran  he; 
And  when  he  came  to  Strawberry  Castle, 
There  Thomas  Potts  he  see. 

Then  he  gave  him  this  letter  fair, 

And  when  he  began  then  for  to  read, 

The  boy  had  told  him  by  word  of  mouth 
His  love  must  be  the  Lord  Phenix  bride. 

With  that,  Thomas  Potts  began  to  blush; 

The  teares  trickled  in  his  eye: 
"Indeed  this  letter  I  cannot  read, 

Nor  never  a  word  to  see  or  spy.  80 

"  I  pray  thee,  boy,  to  me  thou  '11  be  true, 
And  here's  five  mark  I  will  give  thee; 

And  all  these  words  thou  must  peruse 
And  tell  thy  lady  this  from  me. 

"  By  faith  and  troth  she  is  mine  own, 

By  some  part  of  promise  so  it's  be  found; 

Lord  Phenix  shall  not  have  her,  night  nor  day, 
Without  he  can  win  her  with  his  hand. 

"On  Gilford  Green  I  will  her  meet; 

And  bid  that  lady  for  me  pray,  90 

For  there  I'll  lose  my  life  so  sweet 

Or  else  the  wedding  I  will  stay." 

Then  back  again  the  boy  he  went, 

As  fast  again  as  he  could  hie; 
The  lady  met  him  five  mile  on  the  way: 

"Why  hast  thou  stayed  so  long?"  says  she. 


THOMAS   O'   POTT  149 

"Boy,"  said  the  lady,  "them  art  but  young; 

To  please  my  mind  thou '11  mock  and  scorn; 
I  will  not  believe  thee  on  word  of  mouth 

Unless  on  this  book  thou  wilt  be  sworn."     100 

"Marry,  by  this  book,"  the  boy  can  say, 
"As  Christ  himself  be  true  to  me, 

Thomas  Potts  could  not  his  letter  read 
For  teares  trickling  in  his  eye." 

"If  this  be  true,"  the  lady  said, 

"Thou  bonny  boy,  thou  tells  to  me, 

Forty  shillings  I  did  thee  promise, 

But  here's  ten  pounds  I'll  give  it  thee. 

"All  my  maids,"  the  lady  said, 

"That  this  day  do  wait  on  me,  no 

We  will  fall  down  upon  our  knees; 

For  Thomas  Potts  now  pray  will  we. 

"If  his  fortune  be  now  for  to  win — 

We'll  pray  to  Christ  in  Trinity— 
I'll  make  him  the  flower  of  all  his  kin, 

For  the  Lord  of  Arundel  he  shall  be." 

[PART  n] 

Now  let  us  leave  talking  of  this  lady  fair, 
In  her  prayer  good  where  she  can  be; 

And  I'll  tell  you  how  Thomas  o'  Pott 

For  aid  to  his  lord  and  master  came  he.      120 

And  when  he  came  Lord  Jocky  before, 
He  kneeled  him  low  down  on  his  knee. 

Says,  "Thou  art  welcome,  Thomas  Potts, 
Thou  art  always  full  of  thy  courtesy. 


150  OLD   BALLADS 

"Hast  thou  slain  any  of  thy  fellows, 

Or  hast  thou  wrought  me  some  villainy  ?  " 

"  Sir,  none  of  my  fellows  have  I  slain, 
Nor  have  I  wrought  you  no  villainy. 

"But  I  have  a  love  in  Scotland  fair, 

I  doubt  I  must  lose  her  through  poverty;        130 
If  you  will  not  believe  me  by  word  of  mouth, 

Behold  the  letter  she  writ  unto  me ! " 

When  Lord  Jocky  looked  the  letter  upon, 

The  tender  words  in  it  could  be : 
"Thomas  Potts,  take  thou  no  care, 

Thou'st  never  lose  her  through  poverty. 

"Thou  shalt  have  forty  pounds  a  week, 

In  gold  and  silver  thou  shalt  row; 
And  Harby  town  I  will  thee  allow 

As  long  as  thou  dost  mean  to  woo.  140 

"Thou  shalt  have  forty  of  thy  fellows  fair, 

And  forty  horse  to  go  with  thee, 
And  forty  spears  of  the  best  I  have, 

And  I  myself  in  thy  company/7 

"I  thank  you,  master,"  said  Thomas  Potts, 
"Neither  man  nor  boy  shall  go  with  me; 

I  would  not  for  a  thousand  pounds 
Take  one  man  in  my  company/' 

"Why,  then,  God  be  with  thee,  Thomas  Potts! 

Thou  art  well  known  and  proved  for  a  man;     150 
Look  thou  shed  no  guiltless  blood, 

Nor  never  confound  no  gentleman. 


THOMAS  O'   POTT  151 

"But  look  thou  take  with  him  some  truce; 

Appoint  a  place  of  liberty; 
Let  him  provide  as  well  as  he  can, 

And  as  well  provided  thou  shalt  be." 

And  when  Thomas  Potts  came  to  Gilford  Green 

And  walked  there  a  little  beside, 
Then  was  he  ware  of  the  Lord  Phenix 

And  with  him  Lady  Rosamond  his  bride.         160 

Away  by  the  bride  rode  Thomas  o'  Pott, 
But  no  word  to  her  that  he  did  say; 

But  when  he  came  Lord  Phenix  before 
He  gave  him  the  right  time  of  the  day. 

"O  thou  art  welcome,  Thomas  o'  Pott, 

Thou  serving-man,  welcome  to  me! 
How  fares  thy  lord  and  master  at  home, 

And  all  the  ladies  in  thy  country  ? " 

"  Sir,  my  lord  and  master  is  in  good  health, 

I  wot  I  ken  it  so  readily; —  170 

I  pray  you,  will  you  ride  to  an  outside, 
A  word  or  two  to  talk  with  me? 

"You  are  a  nobleman/'  said  Thomas  o'  Pott; 

"And  born  a  lord  in  Scotland  free; 
You  may  get  ladies  enow  at  home; 

You  shall  never  take  my  love  from  me." 

"Away,  away,  thou  Thomas  o'  Pott! 

Thou  serving-man,  stand  thou  aside ! 
There's  not  a  serving-man  this  day, 

I  wot,  can  hinder  me  of  my  bride."  180 


OLD   BALLADS 

"If  I  be  but  a  serving-man,"  said  Thomas, 
"And  you  are  a  lord  of  honour  free, 

A  spear  or  two  with  you  I'll  run 
Before  I'll  lose  her  thus  cowardly." 

"On  Gilford  Green  I  will  thee  meet, 
Nor  man  nor  boy  shall  come  with  me." 

"As  I  am  a  man,"  said  Thomas  o'  Pott, 
"I'll  have  as  few  in  my  company." 

With  that,  the  wedding-day  was  stayed; 

The  bride  unmarried  went  home  again; 
Then  to  her  maidens  fast  she  lough, 

And  in  her  heart  she  was  full  fain. 

"But  all  my  maids,"  the  lady  said, 

"That  this  day  do  wait  on  me, 
We'll  fall  down  again  upon  our  knees; 

For  Thomas  o'  Pott  now  pray  will  we. 

"If  his  fortune  be  for  to  win — 

We'll  pray  to  Christ  in  Trinity— 
I'll  make  him  the  flower  of  all  his  kin, 

For  the  Lord  of  Arundel  he  shall  be."          200 

[PART  in] 

Now  let  us  leave  talking  of  this  lady  fair, 
In  her  prayers  good  where  she  can  be; 

I'll  tell  you  the  truth  how  Thomas  o'  Pott 
For  aid  to  his  lord  again  came  he. 

And  when  he  came  to  Strawberry  Castle, 
To  try  for  his  lady  he  had  but  one  week; 

Alack,  for  sorrow  he  cannot  forbear, 
For  four  days  then  he  fell  sick. 


THOMAS   O'   POTT  153 

With  that,  his  master  to  him  came; 

Says,  "  Prithee  tell  me  without  all  doubt,         210 
Whether  hast  thou  gotten  the  bonny  lady, 

Or  thou  maun  gang  the  lady  without?" 

"Marry,  master,  that  matter  is  yet  untried; 

Within  two  days  tried  must  it  be; 
He  is  a  lord,  I  am  but  a  serving-man; 

I  doubt  I  must  lose  her  through  poverty." 

"Why,  Thomas  o'  Pott,  take  thou  no  care, 

My  former  promises  kept  shall  be; 
As  I  am  a  lord  in  Scotland  fair, 

Thou'st  never  lose  her  through  poverty.  220 

"Thou  shalt  have  half  my  land  a  year, 
And  that  will  raise  thee  many  a  pound; 

Before  thou  shalt  lose  thy  bonny  lady 

Thou  shalt  drop  angels  with  him  to  the  ground. 

"And  thou  shalt  have  forty  of  thy  fellows  fair, 

And  forty  horses  to  go  with  thee, 
And  forty  spears  of  the  best  I  have, 

And  I  myself  in  thy  company." 

"I  thank  you,  master,"  said  Thomas  o'  Pott; 

"But  of  one  thing,  sir,  I  would  be  fain;          230 
If  I  should  lose  my  bonny  lady, 

How  shall  I  increase  your  goods  again?" 

"Why,  if  thou  win  thy  lady  fair, 
Thou  may  well  forth  for  to  pay  me; 

If  thou  lose  thy  lady,  thou  hast  loss  enough, 
Not  one  penny  will  I  ask  thee." 


154  OLD   BALLADS 

"Master,  you  have  thirty  horses  in  hold, 
You  keep  them  rank  and  royally; 

Amongst  them  all  there's  one  old  horse 

This  day  would  set  my  lady  free.  240 

"That  is  a  white,  with  a  cut  tail; 

Full  sixteen  years  of  age  is  he; 
Grif  you  would  lend  me  that  old  horse, 

Then  I  should  get  her  easily." 

"A  foolish  part,"  Lord  Jocky  said, 

"And  a  foolish  part  thou  takes  on  thee; 

Thou  shalt  have  a  better  than  ever  he  was, 
That  forty  pounds  cost  more  nor  he." 

"0  master,  those  horses  ben  wild  and  wicked, 
And  little  can  skill  of  the  old  train;  250 

Grif  I  be  out  of  my  saddle  cast, 

They  ben  so  wild  they'll  never  be  ta'en. 

"Let  me  have  age,  sober  and  wise; 

;Tis  part  of  wisdom,  you  know  it  plain; 
If  I  be  out  of  my  saddle  cast, 

He'll  either  stand  still  or  turn  again." 

"Thou  shalt  have  that  horse  with  all  my  heart, 

And  my  coat-plate  of  silver  free, 
And  a  hundred  men  to  stand  at  thy  back, 

For  to  fight  if  need  shall  be."  260 

"I  thank  you,  master,"  said  Thomas  o'  Pott; 

"Neither  man  nor  boy  shall  go  with  me; 
As  you  are  a  lord  of  honour  born, 

Let  none  of  my  fellows  know  this  of  me. 


THOMAS   O'    POTT  155 

"  For  if  they  wot  of  my  going, 

I  wot  behind  me  they  will  not  be; 
Without  you  keep  them  under  a  lock, 

Upon  that  green  I  shall  them  see." 

And  when  Thomas  came  to  Gilford  Green, 

And  walked  there  some  houres  three,  270 

Then  was  he  ware  of  the  Lord  Phenix, 
And  four  men  in  his  company. 

"  You  have  broken  your  vow,"  said  Thomas  o'  Pott, 
"Your  vow  that  you  made  unto  me; 

You  said  you  would  come  yourself  alone, 

And  you  have  brought  more  than  two  or  three." 

"These  are  my  men,"  Lord  Phenix  said, 

"That  every  day  do  wait  on  me; 
Gif  any  of  these  should  at  us  stir, 

My  spear  should  run  through  his  body."  280 

"I'll  run  no  race,"  said  Thomas  o'  Pott, 
"Till  that  this  oath  here  made  may  be: 

If  the  one  of  us  be  slain, 
The  other  forgiven  that  he  may  be." 

"I'll  make  a  vow,"  Lord  Phenix  says, 
"My  men  shall  bear  witness  with  thee; 

Gif  thou  slay  me  at  this  time, 
No  worse  beloved  thou  shalt  be." 

Then  they  turned  their  horses  round  about, 

To  run  the  race  more  eagerly;  290 

Lord  Phenix  he  was  stiff  and  stout, 
He  has  run  Thomas  quite  through  the  thigh, 


156  OLD   BALLADS 

And  bare  Thomas  out  of  his  saddle  fair; 

Upon  the  ground  there  he  did  lie. 
He  says,  "For  my  life  I  do  not  care, 

But  for  the  love  of  my  lady. 

"But  shall  I  lose  my  lady  fair? 

I  thought  she  would  have  been  my  wife. 
I  pray  thee,  Lord  Phenix,  ride  not  away, 

For  with  thee  I  will  lose  my  life."  300 

Though  Thomas  o'  Pott  was  a  serving-man, 

He  was  also  a  physician  good; 
He  clapped  his  hand  upon  his  wound, 

With  some  kind  of  words  he  staunched  the  blood. 

Then  into  his  saddle  again  he  leapt; 

The  blood  in  his  body  began  to  warm; 
He  missed  Lord  Phenix  body  there, 

But  ran  him  through  the  brawn  of  the  arm, 

And  he  bore  him  quite  out  of  his  saddle  fair; 

Upon  the  ground  there  did  he  lie;  310 

Says,  "Prithee,  Lord  Phenix,  rise  up  and  fight, 

Or  yield  this  lady  sweet  to  me." 

"To  fight  with  thee  I  cannot  stand; 

Nor  for  to  fight  I  cannot,  sure; 
Thou  hast  run  me  through  the  brawn  of  the  arm 

That  with  a  spear  I  cannot  endure. 

"Thou'st  have  that  lady  with  all  my  heart, 
Sith  it  was  like  never  better  to  prove, 

With  never  a  nobleman  this  day, 

That  will  seek  to  take  a  poor  man's  love."      320 


THOMAS   O'   POTT  157 

"Why  then  be  of  good  cheer/'  says  Thomas  Potts, 
"  Indeed  your  butcher  I  '11  never  be, 

For  I-  will  come  and  staunch  your  blood, 
Grif  any  thanks  you'll  give  to  me." 

As  he  was  staunching  the  Phenix  blood, 

Lord,  in  his  heart  he  did  rejoice ! 
"I'll  never  take  lady  of  you  thus, 

But  here  I'll  give  you  another  choice. 

"Here  is  a  lane  of  two  miles  long; 

At  either  end  set  we  will  be;  33° 

The  lady  shall  sit  us  between; 

Her  own  choice  shall  set  her  free." 

"If  thou '11  do  so,"  Lord  Phenix  says, 
"Thomas  o'  Pott,  as  thou  dost  tell  me, 

Whether  I  get  her  or  go  without  her, 
Forty  pounds  I  will  give  thee." 

And  when  the  lady  there  can  stand, 
A  woman's  mind  that  day  to  prove: 

"Now  by  my  faith,"  said  this  lady  fair, 

"Thomas  o'  Pott  shall  have  his  love!"  340 

Toward  Thomas  o'  Pott  the  lady  she  went, 

To  leap  behind  him  hastily. 
"Nay,  abide  awhile,"  said  Lord  Phenix, 

"For  better  yet  proved  thou  shalt  be. 

"Thou  shalt  stay  here  with  all  thy  maids — 
In  number  with  thee  thou  hast  but  three — 

Thomas  and  I'll  go  behind  yonder  wall; 
There  the  one  of  us  shall  die." 


158  OLD   BALLADS 

But  when  they  came  behind  the  wall, 
The  one  would  not  the  other  nigh; 

Lord  Phenix  he  had  given  his  word 
With  Thomas  o'  Pott  never  to  fight. 

"Grive  me  a  choice,"  Lord  Phenix  says, 

"Thomas  o'  Pott,  I  do  pray  thee; 
Let  me  go  to  yonder  lady  fair, 

To  see  whether  she  be  true  to  thee." 

And  when  he  came  that  lady  to, 

Unto  that  likesome  dame  said  he : 
"Now  G-od  thee  save,  thou  lady  fair, 

The  heir  of  all  my  land  thou'st  be. 

"For  this  Thomas  I  have  him  slain; 

He  hath  more  than  death- wounds  two  or  three; 
Thou  art  mine  own  lady,"  he  said, 

"And  married  together  we  will  be." 

"If  Thomas  o'  Pott  this  day  thou  have  slain, 
Thou  hast  slain  a  better  man  than  thee; 

And  I'll  sell  all  the  'state  of  my  land, 
But  thou'st  be  hanged  on  a  gallows-tree." 

With  that,  the  lady  she  fell  in  a  swoon; 

A  grieved  woman,  I  wot,  was  she;  370 

Lord  Phenix  he  was  ready  there, 

Took  her  in  his  arms  most  hastily. 

"  0  lady  sweet,  and  stand  on  thy  feet ! 

This  day  Thomas  alive  can  be; 
I'll  send  for  thy  father,  Lord  Arundel; 

And  married  together  I  will  you  see." 


THOMAS   O'   POTT  159 

"I'll  see  that  wedding,"  Lord  Arundel  said, 
"Of  my  daughter's  love  that  is  so  fair, 

And  sith  it  will  no  better  be, 

Of  all  my  land  he  shall  be  the  heir."  380 

"Now  all  my  maids,"  the  lady  said, 
"And  ladies  of  England  fair  and  free, 

Change  never  your  old  love  for  no  new, 
Nor  never  change  for  no  poverty. 

"For  I  had  a  lover  true  of  my  own, 

A  serving-man  of  a  small  degree; 
From  Thomas  o'  Pott  I'll  turn  his  name, 

And  the  Lord  of  Arundel  he  shall  be ! " 


NOTES 


THE   LORD   OF    LEARNE 

This  story  of  the  young  Lord  of  Learne  (also  called  the  Lord  of 
Lome,  under  which  title  the  ballad  is  often  referred  to  by  the 
Elizabethan  dramatists)  and  the  false  steward,  is  derived  from  a 
romance  known  as  Eosivall  and  Lillian,  which  must  have  been 
popular  in  the  sixteenth  and  seventeenth  centuries,  and  continued 
to  be  recited  in  verse  form  in  Scotland  until  early  in  the  nineteenth 
century.  Sir  Walter  Scott  remembered  a  person  who  "  acquired  the 
name  of  Roswall  and  Lillian,  from  singing  that  romance  about  the 
streets  of  Edinburgh,"  circa  1770. 

The  best-known  of  similar  stories  is  the  Goose-girl  in  Grimm's 
Fairy  Tales. 

The  version  of  the  ballad  printed  here  is  derived  from  the  Percy 
Folio  MS.  (see  Introduction,  pp.  11 — 12),  and  was  therefore  written 
down  about  1650. 

24.  that.  This  insertion  of  an  apparently  redundant  or  un- 
necessary that  occurs  often  in  this  particular  manuscript,  and  may 
be  due  to  the  dialect  in  which  it  is  written.  Cf.  in  this  ballad 
11.  30,  56,  278,  288,  393,  &c.  but  notice  that  in  many  instances  it  is 
used  in  an  optative  sentence,  exactly  as  it  is  used  in  Ireland  to-day 
to  express  a  wish  (see  the  plays  of  J.  M.  Synge). 

42.  and  then.  This,  again,  is  a  redundant  phrase.  Cf.  the  and 
in  early  literature : 

"When  that  I  was  and  a  little  tiny  boy," 

in  the  song  sung  by  the  Clown  at  the  end  of  Shakespeare's  Twelfth 
Night.     See  1.  110. 

46.  Until,  unto. 

47.  hend,  friendly,  noble. 

52.  mickle  mere,  much  more. 

67.  He  is  of  course  the  steward. 

76.  fain,  desirous. 
S.  11 


162  OLD  BALLADS 

82.     lend,  grant. 

89.  Do  thou  me  off:  do  q/f  (otherwise  contracted  into  doff,  as  do 
on  into  don)  =  take  off.  The  me  is  called  the  ethic  dative,  as  in 
"Kill  me  this  knave,"  implying  for  me. 

91.  cordivant,  made  of  leather  from  Cordova  in  Spain;  also 
cordivain.  A  cordwainer  is  an  old  name  for  a  shoemaker.  See 
Will  Stewart  and  John,  195. 

91 — 2.     Note  the  omission  of  the  relative  which.     Of.  11.  147- 
375—6. 

107.     him  fro,  from  him. 

115.    Disaware  is  the  name  adopted  by  Roswall  in  the  romance. 

122.     see,  protect.     So  often  in  this  phrase. 

130.    thou'st  =  thou  shalt. 

141 — 4.  This  kind  of  remark  in  the  first  person  is  of  constant 
occurrence  in  ballads,  in  places  where  a  dramatist  would  simply  mark 
a  change  of  scene. 

156.  A  proverb,  meaning  that  too  much  jnay  be  given  even  for 
valuable  things. 

168.  Unseemly;  it  was  held  to  be  not  proper  that  those  of  low 
birth,  like  the  steward,  should  sit  at  meat  with  the  nobly-born. 

172.    mend,  increase. 

221.     fee,  wages. 

238.     i-wis,  certainly. 

266.     gelding,  a  kind  of  horse. 

284.    let,  stop. 

289.  We  must  understand  that  the  steward  had  exacted  an  oath 
from  the  Lord  of  Learne  that  he  would  not  reveal  the  truth  about 
himself  to  anybody.  He  avoids  doing  so  by  speaking  to  the  horse, 
knowing,  of  course,  that  the  lady  overhears  him.  This  trick  is  a 
favourite  one  in  folk-tales. 

348.     Wroken,  avenged. 

369.     light,  alighted.     Of.  1.  178,  plight  =  plighted. 

393.     quest,  jury. 

412.  sod,  soused;  lead,  a  cauldron.  A  large  pan  or  vat,  used 
for  salting  meat,  is  still  called  a  salting-lead. 

416.    I-wis;  see  note  on  1.  238.    curstly  cumber,  savagely  torture. 

427—8.  These  and  several  other  lines,  it  will  be  noticed,  are  too 
long  for  the  ballad-metre;  but  this  is  no  reason  for  altering  them. 

For  further  information,  see  my  Popular  Ballads  of  the  Olden 
Time,  Second  Series,  182. 


NOTES  163 

YOUNG  BEKIE 

There  is  a  great  number  and  variety  of  stories  similar  to  this  in 
many  countries  of  Europe ;  but  the  English — or  rather  the  Scottish — 
version  has  undoubtedly  been  grafted  on  to  the  legendary  story  of 
Gilbert  Becket,  the  father  of  St  Thomas.  He  is  said  to  have  been 
captured  and  imprisoned  by  a  Saracen  prince,  named  Admiraud, 
whose  daughter  set  him  free  and  then  followed  him  to  England, 
knowing  no  English  save  the  words  'London'  and  'Gilbert.'  After 
much  wandering  and  trouble,  she  found  him  and  was  married  to 
him.  But  it  must  not  be  rashly  imagined  that  'Bekie'  is  derived 
from  'Becket ' ;  the  similarity  of  the  names  may  account  for  the  joining 
of  the  two  stories,  but  'Bekie '  was  probably  the  name  of  the  hero  of  the 
ballad  before  contamination  with  the  Becket-legend  took  place. 

4.    fee,  pay,  money. 

10.     Burd  =  maiden.     Cf.  Fair  Helen  of  Kirconnell,  7. 

12.  mane,  moan. 

13.  borrow,  ransom,  buy  off. 

20.  Linne,  an  imaginary  place,  the  stock-locality  in  ballads. 
Here  we  must  suppose  that  it  is  young  Bekie's  home. 

21 — 2.  tout... ben,  out... in.  The  two  words  were  originally  pre- 
positions, equivalent  to  be-out  and  be-in,  the  be-  being  identical  with 
the  prefix  in  behind,  beside,  before,  &c.  They  then  were  used, 
especially  in  Scottish  dialect,  as  adverbs  both  of  rest  and  motion. 
Later  they  became  substantives,  so  that  a  but-and-ben  house  means  a 
house  with  an  outer  and  an  inner  chamber.  They  are  constantly 
used  in  conjunction  in  Scottish  ballads. 

27.     stown  =  stolen. 

31.    tout  an'  =  and.     rottons,  rats. 

38.  royal  bone.  In  early  poetry,  most  saddles  are  described 
as  being  made  of  roelle  bone  (rewel,  rowel,  and  other  corruptions  are 
found).  It  is  not  known  exactly  what  roelle  means,  but  a  derivation 
from  the  French  rouelle  has  been  suggested — implying  that  the  peak 
of  the  saddle  was  made  of  bone,  rounded  and  polished. 

40.     i.e.  one  was  named  Hector. 

43.     or,  ere,  before. 

52.     kensnae,  knows  not. 

55.  the  Billy  Blin  (  =  the  Blind  Man),  the  name  of  a  benignant 
domestic  spirit  or  demon,  who  appears  only  in  a  very  few  ballads. 
There  are  German  and  Dutch  references  to  a  similar  spirit  with  a 
similar  name. 


164  OLD  BALLADS 

63.  marys,  maids. 

64.  thinking  lang,  thinking  it  long,  or  tedious.     Observe  that 
burd  Isbel  would  be  bored,  had  she  not  'twa  marys'  to  keep  her 
company  and  divert  her. 

85.    gid  =  gaed,  went. 

101.     he  is  the  proud  porter. 

113.    bierly,  stately. 

116.    We 's  loe  =  we  shall  be. 

135.    ilka,  each. 

137.  This  of  course  is  spoken  by  young  Bekie  to  the  parents  of 
the  'bierly  bride,'  who  in  the  next  verse  naturally  resent  his  jilting  of 
their  daughter. 

See  my  Popular  Ballads,  First  Series,  6. 

THE   TWA   SISTERS  OF  BINNORIE 

The  story  in  this  ballad  has  long  been  popular  not  only  in  England 
and  Scotland,  but  in  all  Scandinavian  countries.  The  name  of  the 
place  or  river  Binnorie  (which  should  be  stressed  on  the  second 
syllable  to  rhyme  with  'story')  has  nothing  to  do  with  the  ballad; 
it  is  part  of  an  attached  burden.  Several  Scottish  versions  have  quite 
another  burden. 

1.  bour  (  =  bower)  should  be  so  pronounced  as  to  rhyme  approxi- 
mately with  wooer. 

31.    jaw,  wave;  i.e.  threw  her  into  the  river. 

43.    twined,  parted  :  my  world's  make,  my  earthly  mate. 

55.    garr'd  me  gang,  caused  me  to  go. 

61.  We  must  suppose  the  miller's  son  to  be  speaking;  he  is 
actually  mentioned  in  one  version. 

75.    bra' =  bra w,  brave. 

93.     syne,  afterwards. 

See  also  my  Popular  Ballads,  First  Series,  141. 

KING  ESTMERE 

This  ballad  was  rewritten  by  Bishop  Percy  from  an  older  form 
preserved  in  his  Folio  MS.,  but  he  tore  out  the  pages  on  which  it  was, 
originally  written,  so  that  they  are  now  missing. 

3.     brother,  brothers;  cf.  brethren. 

5 — 6.     tone...tother,  i.e.  the  one... the  other. 

18.    sheen,  beautiful. 


NOTES  165 

21.     rede,  advise.     King  Estmere  is  speaking. 

25.     Adler  is  speaking. 

29.  renisht.  The  meaning  and  derivation  of  this  word  are 
unknown  (see  Introduction,  p.  8).  It  probably  means  harnessed  or 
accoutred. 

32.    weeds,  clothes;  as  we  speak  of  'widow's  weeds.' 

36.     rearing  himself,  standing. 

38.     see,  protect.     Of.  The  Lord  of  Learne,  122,  &c. 

47.     i.e.  refused  him. 

50.  Mahound,  Mahomet.  Charles  Kingsley  quotes  this  verse  at 
the  head  of  Chapter  xv.  of  Westivard  Ho ! 

62.    pall,  fine  cloth. 

67.    Notice  omission  of  the  relative. 

78.     sped,  arranged. 

84.    reave,  rob,  deprive. 

90.    doubt,  fear.     See  Young  Benjie,  67. 

93.     to  your  wife :  to  =  as ;  cf .  '  take  to  wife. ' 

103.     scant,  scarcely. 

106.  kempes,  knights,  fighting-men.  The  word  is  derived  from 
the  same  source  as  champion. 

118.    I-wis,  surely,  truly :  blan,  lingered. 

136.     My  counsel  shall  be  set  up  by  you. 

144.    gramary,  magic  (French,  gramoire,  a  conjuring-book). 

148.    And-if=if. 

149 — 150.  i.e.  the  herb  will  make  black  and  brown  the  colour  of 
that  man  who  is  white  and  red. 

157.     fain,  desirous. 

183.    Said :  i.e.  the  porter  said.    And = if. 

189.    will,  desire. 

195.  It  is  quite  in  keeping  with  ancient  custom  for  knights  to 
ride  into  the  hall,  and  stable  their  steeds  beside  the  tables,  but  not 
for  harpers. 

198.  Bremor  is  the  name  of  "the  king  his  son  of  Spain  "= the 
son  of  the  king  of  Spain. 

203.    lither,  lazy. 

215.    kempery-man,  fighting-man.    Cf.  106. 

218.     nigh,  approach. 

231.  and,  if.     Cf.  148,  183,  &c. 

232.  till,  entice. 
235.    lough,  laughed. 


166  OLD  BALLADS 

237.     King  Bremor  is  speaking. 

243.  fit,  song,  or  part  of  a  song.    Ballads  were  sometimes  divided 
into  '  fits.' 

244.  be  =  been. 
248.    ben  =  are. 

264.     Sowdan,  soldan,  sultan.     The  name  was  given  to  any  pagan 
king,  and  Bremor,  we  are  told,  '  'lieveth  on  Mahound.' 
270.    swithe,  quickly. 

272.  stiff  in  stour,  staunch  in  fight  (a  ballad  '  commonplace'). 

273.  can  is  an  auxiliary  of  the  verb  'to  be,'  can  be   meaning 
is;   thence  can  is  often  used  as  — to  does  or   do,  but  is   sometimes 
confused  with  '<jan  =  began.     Here  can  bite  =  do  bite. 

THE    HEIR   OF   LINNE 

This  text  is  also  from  the  Percy  Folio,  and  will  be  found  to  contain 
characteristics  of  that  manuscript.  See  The  Lord  of  Learne,  Thomas 
o'  Pott,  &G. 

'Linne,'  of  course,  is  the  town  so  dear  to  ballads,  but  any  attempt 
to  identify  it  (for  example,  with  Lincoln  or  King's  Lynn)  is  a  waste  of 
labour.  See  Young  Bekie,  20. 

There  are  Oriental  stories — Arabic,  Persian,  Turkish,  &c. — re- 
sembling (in  part)  this  ballad ;  but  in  these  the  climax  comes  when 
the  hero,  in  attempting  to  hang  himself  in  despair,  pulls  down  the 
ceiling  to  which  the  rope  is  fastened,  and  so  reveals  a  hidden  treasure. 

8.     Win,  linger.     See  King  Estmere,  118,  &c. 

14.     fee,  money.     See  Lord  of  Learne,  221. 

17,  18.     The  Heir  speaks. 

19.  John  of  the  Scales  speaks. 

20.  a  God's  penny = an  'earnest-penny,'  a  penny  given  to  clinch 
a  bargain. 

36.  Presumably  a  silver  penny;  but  it  is  not  clear  what  the  use 
is  of  a  brass  or  lead  penny.  Brass,  however,  may  mean  bronze  or 
copper. 

43.     The  order  of  the  lines  is  corrupt,    rede  =  advice. 

49.    fere,  companion,  friend. 

54.     irk  with,  weary  of. 

62.  unbethought  him  =  bethought  him  on,  or  bethought  him 
of.  This  curious  expression  occurs  only  two  or  three  times  in  the 
Folio  MS.  bill  =  paper,  document. 


NOTES  167 

70.     that  is  superfluous ;  see  note  on  The  Lord  of  Learne,  24. 

72.     in  fere,  together.     Lit.  'in  company' ;  see  49. 

75.    bags  of  bread = a  beggar's  collecting  bags. 

80.  speer.  This  is  corrupt,  and  the  meaning  is  not  known. 
It  has  been  conjectured  that  a  'speer'  may  have  been  a  hole  in  the 
wall  of  a  house  through  which  visitors  made  inquiries  (Scottish  speir, 
to  ask). 

87.  trust  me  one  shot.  Shot  =  reckoning,  as  in  the  phrase  still  in 
use,  'to  pay  the  shot '  =  to  pay  the  bill.  The  Heir  asks  credit  for  one 
occasion  only. 

103 — 4.     i.e.  cheaper  by  twenty  pounds  than  its  cost. 

122.  Some  lines  are  lost  here.  It  will  be  seen  that  a  good  deal 
of  corruption  has  rather  spoiled  the  arrangement  and  rhymes  of  this 
ballad. 

BARBARA  ALLAN 

Although  this  ballad  does  not  appear  to  be  very  old,  and  cannot 
be  traced  back  beyond  the  seventeenth  century,  it  has  been  widely 
popular,  appealing  to  such  different  men  as  Samuel  Pepys  and  Oliver 
Goldsmith.  It  is  apparently,  as  Pepys  calls  it,  "a  little  Scotch  song." 
The  tune  is  still  well-known. 

9.  hooly,  slowly. 

10,  12.     It  has  been  suggested  that  lying  and  dying  should  be 
interchanged. 

15.    ye  's=you  shall. 
31.    jow,  stroke :  geid,  gave. 

Further  information  will  be  found  in  my  Popular  Ballads,  First 
Series,  150. 

LORD   RANDAL 

This  ballad  illustrates  several  characteristics  of  popular  literature. 
It  is  also  known  as  Lord  Ronald,  Lord  Rendal,  The  Croodlin  Doo,  and 
so  on.  Sir  Walter  Scott  tried  to  identify  the  hero  with  Thomas 
Randolph  (or  Randal),  Earl  of  Murray,  who  died  at  Musselburgh  in 
1332.  But  a  similar  story  is  found  in  many  other  lands;  and  the 
poisoning  is  usually  done  by  means  of  snakes  (rather  than  'eels') — 
a  common  ancient  way  of  poisoning.  This  ballad,  moreover,  is 
one  of  those  that  have  been  transferred  at  one  time  or  another  to 
America,  where  'Lord  Randal'  has  become  corrupted  into  'Tiranti.' 


168  OLD   BALLADS 


i;  the 


Notice  that,  simple  as  the  ballad  is,  it  is  full  of  repetition ; 
whole  story  could  be  told  in  five  questions  and  five  answers : 
Q.     "0  where  hae  ye  been?" 
A.     "I  hae  been  to  the  wild  wood." 
Q.     "Where  gat  ye  your  dinner?" 
A.     "I  dined  wi'  my  true-love,"  etc. 
Nor  are  we  given  any  reason  for  the  poisoning ;  Lord  Eandal's  true- 
love  may  or  may  not  have  intended  to  poison  him,  but  that  is  no 
concern  of  the  ballad-singer's. 
4,  &c.    wald  =  would. 
11.    broo,  broth. 


FAIR   ANNIE   OF   ROUGH    ROYAL 

This  ballad  supplies  us  with  a  very  good  instance  of  the  dramatic 
nature  of  the  singing.  The  replies  from  inside  the  house  (11.  37 — 40, 
45 — 48,  61 — 64)  to  Fair  Annie's  appeals,  are  spoken  by  Love  Gregor's 
mother ;  but  we  do  not  know  this  ih  reading  the  ballad  until  we  come 
to  line  80,  where  we  find  that  the  lover  has  been  asleep  all  night,  and 
that  it  was  his  mother  who  feigned  his  voice  in  order  to  turn  Fair 
Annie  from  the  door. 

French,  German,  and  modern  Greek  ballads  tell  a  similar  story. 

3.    jimp,  slender,  graceful. 

5.  kaim  =  comb.  In  ancient  times  it  was  a  kind  act  of  courtesy 
to  comb  the  hair  of  other  people. 

9.    Presumably  Fair  Annie's  mother  is  replying. 

19.    maun  gang = must  go. 

39.    wile = vile;  warlock,  wizard. 

67.     i.e.  he  raised  himself  up,  rose  up. 

70.    gars  me  greet,  makes  me  weep. 

76.  wan  no  in = won  not  in.  To  win  in,  like  to  win  through, 
implies  to  pass  in  or  through  in  the  face  of  opposition. 

78.    dead = death. 

106.    neist=next. 

110.     die :  pronounce  dee  in  the  Scottish  way,  to  rhyme  with  me. 

Further  information  will  be  found  in  my  Popular  Ballads,  First 
Series,  179. 


NOTES  169 


THE   GAY  GOSHAWK 

In  this  charming  and  happy  ballad,  a  true-loving  lady  outwits  her 
father  by  pretending  to  be  dead,  in  order  that  she  may  escape  from 
her  home  in  England  to  her  Scottish  lover,  who  owns  a  useful 
goshawk.  We  need  not  remark  that  a  goshawk  cannot  sing,  much 
less  speak ;  this  does  not  matter  to  the  ballad-singer ! 

1.  0  well 's  me  o'=  0  well  is  it  for  me  that  I  have,  or  "  it  is  a  good 
thing  for  me  to  have  a  goshawk,"  etc. 

5.     The  bird  replies. 

7.     couth,  speech,  word. 

20.    goud  =  gold. 

27.     he  is  the  goshawk. 

29.    marys  =  maids.     See  Young  Bekie,  63. 

31.  shot-window.  Perhaps  a  bow-window;  perhaps  a  window 
that  (opens  and)  shuts.  This  is  one  of  the  ballad-words  that  have 
been  continued  in  tradition  after  the  meaning  has  been  forgotten; 
see  Introduction,  p.  8. 

34.    yestreen  =  yester  e'en,  yesterday  evening. 

44.     die:  see  note  on  Fair  Annie  of  Rough  Royal,  110. 

52.  lang  or = long  ere,  long  before. 

53.  done  her,  betaken  herself. 

54.  Fa'n= fallen. 

59.  This  gives  us  a  dramatic  hint  that  the  lady's  father  dis- 
approved of  her  lover. 

63.    gin  =  if;  southin,  southern. 

65.  till = to. 

66.  gar,  make,  cause. 

70.     deal,  distribute  (as  we  say  'deal'  of  playing-cards). 
73.     bigly  =  lit.  habitable;  but  as  it  is  the  'stock  epithet'  of  bower, 
it  has  lost  part  of  its  meaning.     Cf.  1.  101. 
86.     i.e.  caused  to  be  made  for  her  a  bier. 
87 — 8.     tae...tither;  cf.  tone...tother  in  King  Estmere,  5—6. 
90.     sark,  shroud. 
100.     make  =  mate,  lover. 
105.     sheave,  slice. 
See  also  my  Popular  Ballads,  First  Series,  153. 


170  OLD   BALLADS 


THOMAS  RYMER 

'Thomas  the  Rhymer'  is  well-known  from  Sir  Walter  Scott's 
ballad  in  The  Minstrelsy  of  the  Scottish  Border ;  his  version  is  based 
on  the  one  given  here. 

The  ballad,  in  relating  the  journey  of  a  mortal  to  the  nether- 
world, must  be  associated  with  a  vast  number  of  popular  stories  of 
wide  vogue,  all  of  which  relate  such  an  incident.  It  is  sufficient  to 
suggest  the  visits  of  Odysseus  to  Hades  and  of  Aeneas  to  the  infernal 
regions.  The  story  of  Thomas  is  more  closely  connected  with  a 
legend  of  the  Arthurian  cycle,  in  which  Morgan  le  Fay  (an  en- 
chantress, and  King  Arthur's  sister)  took  Ogier  the  Dane  away  to 
live  with  her  at  Avalon  for  two  hundred  years,  which  seemed  but 
twenty  to  Ogier. 

Our  ballad  is  the  debris  of  a  metrical  romance,  popular  in  the 
fifteenth  century,  called  Thomas  of  Erceldoune.  This  romance  tells 
first  the  story  of  Thomas's  visit  to  'fairyland,'  and  then  proceeds 
to  narrate  how  Thomas  obtained  from  the  Queen  of  Elfland  his  gift 
of  prophecy. 

For  Thomas  Rymour  of  Erceldoune  is  a  historical  character ;  he 
was  a  seer,  poet,  and  prophet  of  the  twelfth  century,  and  '  prophecies ' 
attributed  to  him  were  popular  in  Scotland  until  quite  recently. 

But  we  must  suppose  that  some  bard,  between  the  twelfth  and 
fifteenth  centuries,  wishing  to  put  Thomas's  prophecies  into  the  form 
of  a  poem,  thought  it  best  to  give  first  some  explanation  of  his 
prophetic  power;  and,  having  elsewhere  heard  a  good  story  about  a 
visit  to  'Elfland,'  he  tacked  that  story  on  to  the  tale  of  Thomas  of 
Erceldoune.  His  prophecies,  however,  have  entirely  disappeared 
from  the  ballad ;  once  again  the  ballad-singer  is  only  concerned  with 
the  narrative. 

7.     ilka,  each:  tett,  lock  (of  hair). 

10.    till,  to. 

11—14.  This  mistake  on  Thomas's  part  is  paralleled  by  a 
similar  mistake  in  the  story  referred  to  above,  where  Ogier  the  Dane 
mistakes  Morgan  le  Fay  for  the  Virgin. 

20.    weal  or  wae,  weal  or  woe,  good  or  ill. 

44.    fairlies,  marvels,  wonders. 


NOTES  171 

50.    lily  leven,  lily  lawn,  a  smooth  lawn  set  with  lilies. 

59.     gin  ae,  if  any. 

61.     even  cloth,  cloth  with  the  nap  or  rough  surface  worn  away. 

See  my  Popular  Ballads,  Second  Series,  1. 


EDWARD 

Compare  this  ballad  with  Lord  Randal.  As  there,  so  here; 
Edward  can  be  reduced  to  a  simpler  form  in  four-line  stanzas: 

"Why  does  your  brand  sae  drap  wi'  bluid, 

And  why  sae  sad  gang  ye,  0?" — 
"0,  I  hae  killed  my  hauke  sae  guid, 

And  I  had  nae  mair  but  he,  0." 

Notice  that  it  is  not  absolutely  necessary  to  mention  'Edward'  and 
his  'Mither'  all  through;  if  the  ballad  were  recited  in  four-line  stanzas 
as  above,  observe  how  much  more  dramatic  the  ending  would  be  : 

"And  what  wul  ye  leive  to  your  ain  mother  deir, 

My  dear  son,  now  tell  me,  0?" 
"The  curse  of  hell  frae  me  sail  ye  beir, 

Sic  counseils  ye  gave  to  me,  0." 

— for  until  the  word  'ye'  in  the  last  line,  we  should  not  know  that 
it  is  his  mother  to  whom  the  man  is  speaking.  And  we  may  suspect 
that  the  names  have  been  added,  as  Edward  occurs  in  no  other 
Scottish  ballad,  except  as  the  name  of  an  English  king. 

13.  reid-roan  =  red- roan,  red  or  chestnut  mixed  with  white  or 
grey  thickly  interspersed. 

16.     erst,  formerly. 

20.     dule,  grief,  pain,  sorrow:  drie,  endure,  undergo. 

45.  The  warldis  room,  the  space  of  the  world,  "the  whole  world 
wide."  Otherwise  we  might  read  The  warld  is  room  =  the  world  is 
wide,  or  spacious. 

56.  In  this  last  line  is  a  hint  that  the  mother  advised  Edward  to 
kill  his  father. 

See  also  my  Popular  Ballads,  First  Series,  189. 


172  OLD   BALLADS 


THE  TWA  CORBIES 

There   is   an    English  version,    The   Three   Ravens,   in 
published  in  1611;   but  it  does  not  approach  the   Scottish   version 
in  the  beauty  of  its  poetry. 

2.     corbie,  the  Scotch  for  crow. 

5.     fail  dyke,  wall  of  turf. 

13.    hause-bane,  neck-bone,  collar-bone. 

16.    theek,  thatch. 


THE  BAILIFFS   DAUGHTER  OF   ISLINGTON 

In  many  languages  ballads  are  found,  in  which  the  simple  plot  is 
that  a  woman  in  disguise  tells  her  lover  that  his  sweetheart  is  dead, 
by  way  of  trying  his  constancy. 

"The  Bailiff's  Daughter  of  Islington"  means  the  daughter  of  the 
bailiff  of  Islington.  See  note  on  King  Estmere,  198. 

The  version  given  here  is  taken  from  a  'broadside'  (see  Intro- 
duction, pp.  2,  10). 

12.  i.e.  to  bind  (him)  an  apprentice,  to  apprentice  him  to  a  trade. 
The  usual  period  was  seven  years,  as  in  line  13. 

22.     puggish,  poor,  ragged. 

24.    require,  seek. 

45 — 8.  It  is  easy  to  rearrange  the  lines  so  as  to  rhyme,  simply 
by  transposing  the  second  and  third  of  this  verse. 

49 — 52.  Notice  that  this  verse  appears  to  be  added  unnecessarily 
in  the  broadside  version. 


YOUNG   BENJIE 

The  most  interesting  point  about  this  ballad  is  its  reference 
(11.  53 — 60)  to  the  custom  of  the  '  lyke-wake,'  concerning  which 
there  will  be  more  to  say  in  the  notes  to  the  next  piece. 

8.    plea,  quarrel. 

13.     stout,  stiff,  stubborn.     See  1.  37. 

21.    burd,  maiden.     See  Young  Bekie,  10. 


NOTES  173 

27.     sets  ye  chuse,  befits  you  to  choose. 
30.    ee  =  eyes. 

36.  linn,  stream. 

37,  38.     stout:    see  note  above,  1.  13.     Here  it  means  she  was 
resolute — not  to  be  drowned,  just  as  in  the  next  line  laith  to  be 
dang— loth  to  be  dinged  (beaten,   overcome). 

39.  wan = won.    Cf.  note  on  Fair  Annie  of  Rough  Eoyal,  76. 

40.  wan,  pale. 
51.     ae,  only. 

53.  lyke  wake  =  (literally)  body- watch;  the  custom  of  watching 
the  corpse  of  a  dead  person  through  the  night.  See  notes  on  The 
Lyke-ivake  Dirge.  Lyke,  body,  is  the  same  word  as  lych  in  lych- 
y ate,  the  covered  gateway  into  a  churchyard  where  a  corpse  is  set 
down  by  the  bearers  of  the  bier. 

Here  we  must  notice  that  Marjorie's  brothers  have  a  reason  for 
watching  their  sister's  corpse,  because  they  suspect  that  she  was 
murdered.  During  the  time  between  death  and  burial — that  is, 
during  the  lyke-wake — the  disembodied  spirit  is 'supposed  to  hover 
round  the  corpse,  and  will,  if  called  upon,  reveal  the  cause  of 
death. 

57.  Wi'  doors  ajar.  To  leave  the  door  'partly  open'  was  sup- 
posed to  be  a  strong  inducement  to  the  dead  to  speak.  Therefore  it 
was  usual  either  to  shut  it  altogether,  or  to  leave  it  wide  open, 
because  under  ordinary  circumstances  the  corpse  was  not  desired  to 
speak ;  the  wide-open  door  was  preferred,  because  the  ceremony  was 
attended  by  many  neighbours  and  friends,  and  great  hospitality  was. 
exhibited.  Bodies  are  still  so  'waked'  in  Ireland  to-day. 

candle-light:  see  The  Lyke-Wake  Dirge,  3. 

59 .  streikit  =  stretched  out. 

60.  waked  =  watched. 
64.     thraw,  twist,  turn. 

67.  feared  nae  dout:  dout  =  fear.  The  phrase  simply  means 
'had  no  fear.' 

69.     ae  =  one,  or  only.     See  above,  note  on  51. 

73.    head,  i.e.  behead. 

81.  gravat,  cravat,  neck-band.  Benjie,  it  seems,  was  to  be 
blinded,  and  then  led  about  by  a  rope  round  his  neck.  But  why 
should  it  be  green? 

87.  drie.     See  note  on  Edward,  20. 

88.  scug,  expiate,  pay  for. 


174  OLD  BALLADS 


THE   LYKE-WAKE  DIKGE 

This  song  used  to  be  sung  during  the  watch  over  the  body  before 
burial.  There  is  a  version  in  a  manuscript  of  1686,  where  the  song  is 
recorded  by  a  man  who  had  it  from  his  father  sixty  years  previously; 
and  the  following  note  is  attached. 

"At  the  funerals  iu  Yorkshire,  to  this  day  they  continue  the 
custom  of  watching  and  sitting  up  all  night  till  the  body  is  inhearsed. 
In  the  interim  some  kneel  down  and  pray  by  the  corpse,  some  play 
at  cards,  some  drink  and  take  tobacco ;  they  have  also  mimical  plays 
and  sports.... This  belief  in  Yorkshire  was,  amongst  the  vulgar,  and 
perhaps  is  in  part  still,  that  after  the  person's  death  the  soul  went 
over  Whinny-moor." 

The  superstition  as  recorded  in  the  Dirge  is  this :  after  death  the 
spirit  has  to  cross  Whinny-moor  (i.e.  a  moor  covered  with  whins,  or 
furze,  and  therefor*  prickly),  the  passage  of  which  is  facilitated  by 
shoes ;  and  the  spirit  of  the  man,  who  during  his  life  charitably  gave 
away  even  a  single  pair  of  shoes,  is  provided  with  that  very  pair  to 
ease  his  way  across  the  moor.  Then  comes  the  'Brig  o'  Dread' 
(perhaps  a  corruption  of  the  'bridge  of  the  dead,'  or  else  =  'the  dread- 
ful bridge '),  over  which  lies  the  way  to  Purgatory,  where  again  those 
who  were  charitable  in  life  reap  their  reward. 

A  superstition  like  this  is  not  confined  to  Yorkshire,  nor  to 
England,  nor  even  to  Europe ;  ideas  similar  to  those  of  the  Bridge, 
the  Moor,  and  the  Shoes  can  be  found  in  many  lands  and  in  all 
ages.  Only  a  few  can  be  given  here.  The  early  Scandinavian 
mythology  contains  all  three;  a  bridge  which  rings  to  the  tramp 
only  of  mortal  feet ;  a  moor  over  which  all  souls  had  to  pass  on  their 
way  to  the  realms  of  Hela,  Goddess  of  Death ;  and  helsko,  Hell-shoon 
(or  shoes),  provided  to  assist  the  traveller.  Another  way  of  pro- 
viding the  dead  with  Hell-shoon  is  to  burn  a  pair  with  the  corpse; 
this  superstition  may  be  seen  in  a  dialogue  of  Lucian,  the  Greek. 
Mohammedans  have  a  belief  that  over  their  hell  is  stretched  the 
Al-Siraty  a  bridge  finer  than  a  hair  and  sharper  than  a  razor. 

Observe  that  in  the  Dirge  this  old,  wide- spread,  Pagan  super- 
stition is  linked  to  a  Christian  refrain. 

3.  Fire  and  fleet:  an  expression  formerly  used  in  legal  docu- 
ments and  wills,  to  mean  '  fire  and  house-room ' — two  privileges  that 


NOTES  175 

a  dying  person  might  bequeathe.  Fleet  is  actually  the  same  word  as 
the  modern  fiat  in  the  sense  of  a  set  of  rooms  in  a  house. 

Another  version  of  the  Dirge  reads  '  Fire  and  sleet ' ;  in  which  case 
sleet  must  be  made  to  mean  salt.  In  Scottish  lyke-wakes  a  small 
wooden  plate,  containing  a  little  salt,  an  emblem  of  the  immortal 
spirit,  and  a  little  earth,  carefully  separated  from  the  salt,  to  signify 
the  corruptible  body,  was  put  on  the  breast  of  the  corpse. 

candle-light.  A  candle  was  invariably  kept  burning,  throughout 
the  lyke-wake,  in  the  same  room  as  the  corpse. 

9.  hosen  and  shoon :  notice  the  old  plurals  ending  in  -n ;  cf. 
housen,  &c. 

For  this  ballad  and  the  last,  see  my  Popular  Ballads,  Second 
Series,  83,  88,  and  Appendix,  pp.  238—44. 

THE  DEMON  LOVER 

This  ballad  is  unfortunately  incomplete,  there  being  a  gap  in  the 
story  after  line  12.  Fully  narrated,  it  would  run  like  this : — A 
woman,  married  to  a  ship's  carpenter,  but  previously  the  sweetheart 
of  another  man  who  has  since  disappeared,  is  visited  by  a  demon,  who 
makes  the  woman  believe  it  is  her  former  lover.  (In  the  missing 
portion  the  demon  by  some  means  tempts  her  away ;  perhaps  she  is 
fascinated  by  the  idea  of  seeing  "white  lilies  grow  on  the  banks  of 
Italic.")  She  leaves  her  husband  and  young  son,  goes  on  board  the 
demon's  ship,  and  is  thrown  into  the  sea  and  drowned. 

16.     begane,  overlaid,  decorated. 

20.  alsua^also  (a  Scottish  spelling). 

21.  baud,  hold. 

28.    gurry,  tempestuous. 

35 — 6.  It  is  difficult  to  see  the  exact  bearing  of  these  lines  on 
the  story. 

FAIR   HELEN   OF  KIRCONNELL 

This  poem,  it  should  be  noticed,  like  others  of  these  memorial- 
songs  or  dirges,  is  not  exactly  a  narrative  so  much  as  a  lyrical  ballad. 
It  appears,  however,  to  be  founded  on  the  following  traditional  story. 

Fair  Helen,  of  the  clan  of  Irving  (or  Bell),  looked  with  favour  on 
Adam  Fleming  ;  but  her  relatives  pressed  on  her  the  suit  of  his  rival, 
whose  name  is  said  to  have  been  Bell  (perhaps  a  kinsman).  When 


176  OLD   BALLADS 

Helen  continued  to  meet  Adam  in  the  kirkyard  of  Kirconnell,  past 
which  flows  the  river  Kirtle,  the  jealous  lover  hid  himself  in  the 
bushes  on  the  bank;  and,  being  discovered  there  by  Helen,  levelled 
his  carbine  at  Adam.  Helen  flung  herself  into  her  true-love's  arms 
and  received  the  shot  intended  for  him.  Whereupon  Adam  slew  his 
rival,  and  went  abroad  to  Spain  to  fight  infidels;  but  being  still 
inconsolable  returned  and  perished  on  Helen's  grave.  According  to 
Sir  Walter  Scott,  a  tombstone  with  the  inscription  Hie  jacet  Adamus 
Fleming  is  to  be  seen  (or  was  when  Scott  wrote)  in  the  kirkyard  of 
Kirconnell,  which  is  near  Dumfries. 

The  lament  is  supposed  to  be  sung  by  Adam  Fleming.  The  tune 
is  still  well-known. 

7.     burd:  see  Young  Bekie,  10;  Young  Benjie,  21. 

11.  meikle  =  much.  The  phrase  does  not  mean  that  Helen  took 
great  trouble  to  swoon ;  it  means  that  she  swooned  as  the  result  of 
much  pain  and  trouble. 

13 — 20.  As  these  verses  contain  each  only  a  pair  of  rhyming 
lines,  it  may  be  suspected  that  they  have  been  dragged  in  from  some 
other  ballad  of  four  lines  to  a  verse.  They  are,  moreover,  a  sudden 
change  from  lyric  to  narrative. 


THE  BONNY  EARL  OF  MURRAY 

James  Stewart,  son  of  Sir  James  Stewart  of  Doune  (Castle  Down, 
22),  became  Earl  of  Murray  by  his  marriage  with  the  heiress  of  the 
Kegent  Murray,  and  was  called  bonny  because  he  was  "of  comely 
personage,  of  a  great  stature,  and  strong  of  body  like  a  kemp."  In 
the  last  months  of  1591,  a  rumour  came  to  the  King  that  Murray  had 
either  assisted  in  or  countenanced  the  attack  made  a  short  time  before 
on  Holyrood  House  by  Stewart,  Earl  of  Bothwell ;  and  Huntly  was 
ordered  to  arrest  him.  Murray,  however,  refused  to  surrender  to 
his  feudal  enemy  Huntly,  and  the  house  of  Donibristle — the  Lady 
Doune's  house,  where  Murray  was — was  set  on  fire.  Murray  rushed 
out,  and  was  mortally  wounded.  There  is  a  tradition  that  as  he  lay 
dying,  Huntly  struck  him  in  the  face,  whereat  the  bonny  Earl  said, 
"You  have  spoiled  a  better  face  than  your  own."  This  took  place  in 
February,  1592. 

Notice  (from  11.  7—8)  that  this  is  the  King's  lament. 


NOTES  177 

9.  braw= brave. 

10.  the  ring  was  a  game  of  skill  in  horsemanship;   the  com- 
petitors attempting  to  thrust  the  point  of  a  lance  through  a  ring 
suspended  by  a  cord  from  a  beam. 

18.     It  is  not  certain  what  kind  of  game  the  glove  was. 


BONNIE  GEOEGE  CAMPBELL 

Editors,  who  have  wished  to  discover  a  historical  foundation  for 
this  lament,  have  found  plenty  of  George  Campbells  to  whom  it 
might  refer.  But  another  version  gives  the  first  name  as  James,  so 
we  need  not  attempt  an  exact  definition. 

10.    greeting :  see  note  on  Fair  Annie  of  Rough  Royal,  70. 

12.     rivin',  tearing. 

15.    toom,  empty. 

17.     The  bonnie  bride  is  supposed  to  be  speaking. 

19.     i.e.  My  barn  is  still  to  be  built. 

THE  TWA  BROTHERS 

In  other  versions  of  this  ballad,  the  wound  that  Sir  Willie  gives 
Sir  John  is  accidental.  But  this  is  a  corruption,  in  all  probability ; 
it  is  far  more  characteristic  of  a  ballad-hero  that  he  should  lose  his 
temper  and  slay  his  brother.  Moreover,  the  intentional  murder  adds 
to  the  pathetic  generosity  of  the  murdered  brother  in  providing 
excuses  for  his  absence  to  be  made  to  his  father,  mother,  and  sister. 

4.  warsle= wrestle.  The  ballad,  like  many  others,  has  become  a 
children's  game  in  certain  parts  of  the  world. 

FAIR  ANNIE 

Fair  Annie  has  been  stolen  from  her  home  by  a  knight  to 
become  his  bride,  and  they  have  seven  sons.  Apparently  on  account 
of  his  poverty,  Lord  Thomas,  at  the  opening  of  the  ballad,  announces 
his  intention  of  bringing  home  a  richer  bride,  and  Annie  submits 
meekly.  But  it  turns  out  that  the  new  bride  is  Fair  Annie's  sister, 
so  she  returns  home,  leaving  five  rich  ships  behind  her  to  relieve 
Lord  Thomas. 

2.  braw,  brave,  handsome. 

3.  gear,  goods,  property. 

s.  12 


178  OLD  BALLADS 

15.  jimp.     See  The  Gardener,  4. 

16.  braid,  plait.     This  would  make  her  appear  to  the  new  bride 
only  a  maiden,  as  married  women  wore  their  hair  bound  up,  or  under 
a  cap.     Customs  of  this  kind  are  not  yet   extinct  even   in  Gre 
Britain. 

55.    scoup,  fly,  hasten. 

57.    hang  Changed. 

64.    baud = hold,  keep,  preserve. 

81.     forbye,  apart.     Cf.  Brown  Adam,  34. 

91.    grew-hound  =  greyhound. 

95.     grat  =  greeted,  wept. 

103.     girds- girths,  hoops. 

116.     tyne,  lose. 

See  also  my  Popular  Ballads,  First  Series,  29. 


THE   CRUEL  BROTHER 

The  lesson  in  ancient  etiquette  that  this  ballad  teaches  is  that  it  is 
unpardonable  for  a  maiden  not  to  secure  her  brother's  consent  to  her 
marriage.  In  this  story  the  brother  was  quite  within  his  rights  (in 
the  eyes  of  the  ballad's  singer  and  audience)  when  he  slew  his  sister. 

Another  characteristic  point  is  that  the  dying  girl  should  be- 
queathe  good  things  to  her  friends  (except  '  sister  Grace, '  whose 
legacy  is  scarcely  enviable),  and  evil  things  to  her  slayer  and  his 
wife.  Compare  similar  testaments  in  Edward. 

The  refrain  must  of  course  be  sung  or  recited  in  each  verse. 

2.    played  o'er,  beat. 

5.    mien,  face,  appearance. 

29.     close,  courtyard. 

44.     pall,  robe. 

56.    rive,  tear.     See  Bonnie  George  Campbell,  12. 


YOUNG  WATERS 

Historical  foundations  have  been  elaborately  sought  for  this 
ballad,  but  similar  ballads  are  popular  elsewhere;  and  the  story  is 
simple  enough:  a  queen,  by  admiring  a  courtier  too  much,  makes 
the  king  her  husband  jealous,  and  the  courtier  is  put  to  death. 


NOTES  179 

2.     round  tables,  some  kind  of  game,  it  is  not  known  what. 
13.     gowden-graith'd,  harnessed  with  gold. 

41.  This  is  the  lament  of  Young  Waters. 

42.  but  and  =  and.     Cf.  Young  Bekie,  31. 

49.  heading-hill = beheading-hill.  Places  of  execution  used  to 
be  selected  on  high  ground,  that  the  warning  might  be  visible  to  many. 

See  also  my  Popular  Ballads,  First  Series,  146. 

BROWN  ADAM 

An  excellent  ballad,  improving  from  verse  to  verse  up  to  the  last 
line,  which  contains  a  satisfactory  climax. 

6.  study = stithy,  anvil.  This  whole  verse  maybe  looked  upon 
as  an  interpolation.  Suspicion  must  always  rest  on  verses  in  which 
the  third  line  contains  an  internal  rhyme,  as  here.  Moreover,  though 
ballads  occasionally  make  extraordinary  statements,  no  one  can 
believe  that  a  hammer  of  so  soft  a  metal  as  gold  could  be  of  much 
use.  Nor  do  smiths  have  white  ringers,  as  a  rule. 

15.  biggit  =  bigged,  built.     See  Bonnie  George  Campbell,  19. 
18.     thought  lang :  see  Introduction,  p.  9,  and  Young  Bekie,  64. 
34.    forbye,  apart. 

37.     he  is  of  course  the  full  false  knight. 
41.    loo  =  love. 

46.  string.  Ancient  purses  were  simply  bags,  the  top  being 
tied  with  a  string. 

51.     leman,  sweetheart. 

KING  EDWARD  AND  THE  TANNER  OF  TAMWORTH 

This  Edward  is  called  Edward  IV.  in  the  title  of  the  ballad ;  but 
as  similar  stories  are  told  not  only  of  other  Edwards  and  several 
Henrys,  but  also  of  kings  other  than  English,  it  is  simplest  not  to 
specify.  The  story  of  a  king's  encounter  with  a  bluff  yeoman  appeals 
to  the  popular  imagination  in  much  the  same  way  as  a  ballad  of. 
Robin  Hood. 

5.    bowne  =  Scottish  boun,  ready. 

16.  It  must  be  remembered  that  coins  change  in  value  according 
to  the  amount  they  will  buy.     As  late  as  Elizabeth's  reign,  four 
shillings  would  buy  what  we  now  pay  thirty  or  forty  shillings  for. 

12—2 


180  OLD  BALLADS 

20.  weet,  know. 

23.  readiest,  quickest,  shortest. 

29.  unready,  indirect. 

43.  nobles,  coins  worth  one-third  of  a  pound. 

46.  i.e.,  and  God  send  that  you  may  enjoy  (prief)  them  well. 

48.  The  tanner  thought  the  king  to  be  a  thief. 

55.  unthrift,  spendthrift. 

56.  i.e.,  you  are  surrounded  by  all  you  possess  =  you  have  no  more 
than  the  clothes  you  stand  up  in. 

67.     barker  — tanner.     An  infusion  of  bark  is  used  in  the  proc( 
of  tanning  leather. 

84.     boot,  payment. 

86.     so  mote  I  thee  =  so  may  I  thrive.    A  ballad  'commonplace,' 
used  for  strengthening  an  assertion. 

94.    stound,  time. 

97.     A  groat =  4d.  (20  x  4d.  =6s.  8d.,  or  a  noble  ;  see  1.  43). 

110.     hilt,  flayed. 

121 — 122.    The  tanner's  '  cow-hide '  was  the  ivhole  skin,  from  horns 
to  hoofs. 

128.     brast^  burst,  broken. 

160.  lever = rather;  he  would  rather  lose  twenty  pounds  than  be 
there. 

161.  The  king  calls  for  a  collar  to  put  on  the  tanner  as  a  sign  of 
knighthood ;  the  tanner  thinks  he  is  going  to  be  hanged. 

175.    marks  are  worth  two  nobles. 

180.     Neat's-leather,  ox -leather.     Neat  =  cattle ;  cf.  neat-herd. 


WILL  STEWART  AND  JOHN 

There  is  only  one  full  text  known  of  this  ballad,  and  that  is  in 
the  Percy  Folio  Manuscript  (see  Introduction,  pp.  11 — 12) ;  it  displays 
as  usual  certain  peculiarities  of  language  (see  notes  on  The  Lord  of 
Learne,  24,  42,  <fec.).  The  first  verse  in  the  MS.  is  apparently  simply 
a  lyrical  introduction,  and  as  it  has  nothing  to  do  with  the  story,  it  is 
here  omitted. 

The  ballad  tells  a  capital  story,  but  the  allusions  it  contains  to 
various  old  manners  and  customs  make  it  interesting  also  from  an 
antiquarian  standpoint. 

1.    by=of,  about. 


NOTES  181 

5.  care-bed:  a  bed  to  which  a  care-worn  or  troubled  person  used 
to  go  (cf.  sick-bed).  William,  it  will  be  seen,  resorts  to  it  often, 
always  on  account  of  his  love  (which  he  thinks  is  hopeless)  for  the 
Earl's  daughter. 

8.     that :  see  note  on  The  Lord  of  Learne,  24. 

15 — 16.  The  relative  '  whom '  is  dropped,  and  her  inserted  in  its 
place. 

24.  wight-men,  huntsmen,  cloth  and  fee ;  clothing  and  money 
together  formed  the  wages  of  servants  of  this  kind. 

26.     gone = go  (an  old  form  of  the  infinitive). 

32.     tydand  =  tiding  (another  old  form). 

34.  could  =  did:  past  tense  of  can,  as  in  King  Estmere,  273 
(see  note). 

62.  meeten  =  measured,  i.e.  a  full  mile;  as  one  says  'a  good 
mile.' 

75.    ben = are. 

90.     rank,  sturdy,  courageous. 

108.    lope  =  leapt. 

116.     i-wis,  certainly.     Cf.  The  Lord  of  Learne,  238. 

134.     See  note  above,  1.  34. 

136.    And-if=if.     See  King  Estmere,  148. 

138.  This,  it  should  be  observed,  is  the  kiss  of  courtesy,  which 
by  ancient  custom  might  be  demanded  by  a  knight  of  a  lady. 

140.     teemed,  allowed. 

141 — 144.  These  games  were  football-matches,  which  were  always 
popular  on  the  Scottish  Border.  Sir  Walter  Scott  notes  that  such 
games  were  the  means  of  collecting  large  bodies  of  men  together — 
sometimes  with  evil  result,  as  on  one  occasion  at  least  a  murder  was 
plotted  at  a  grand  football  meeting. 

163.    And  =  if. 

168.     Thou  'st  =  thou  shalt.     Cf.  The  Lord  of  Learne,  130. 

174.     chamber,  restrain,  suppress. 

191.     plewed.     This  word  is  unknown;    the  meaning  must  be 


195.     cordevain:  see  note  on  The  Lord  of  Learne,  91. 
199.     room,  place,  position. 

205.    the  King  Ms  =  the  King's.     See  note  on  King  Estmere,  198. 
237.     Notice  this   description   of  the  beggar's  dress,  and  of  his 
equipment  in  1.  308.     clouted,  patched. 
243.    stoutest,  bravest. 


182  OLD  BALLADS 

252.     buttery,  store-room. 

258.  the  dole-day:  i.e.  the  day  when  the  great  houses  gave 
away  doles  (cf.  deal,  to  give  out — a  word  we  still  use  in  games  of 
cards;  cf.  The  Gay  Goshawk,  70),  or  gifts  of  food,  drink  and  money. 

265.    dealt :  see  last  note. 

275.     avale,  take  off.    Lit.  'lower,'  of  the  visor  of  a  helmet. 

290.     witting,  knowing,  aware. 

292.  i.e.  by  the  time  the  sun  has  travelled  a  quarter  of  his 
journey. 

307.  showing  horn  is  supposed  to  mean  shoeing-horn,  as  a 
pun  on  the  beggar's  horn,  as  it  might  assist  him  in  taking  in  his 
liquor.  For  bag  cf.  The  Heir  of  Linne,  75. 

336.  barne  =  bairn,  child. 

337.  thee  is  John  Stewart.     The  Earl  of  Mar  is  of  course  in- 
dignant that  his  daughter   should  have  been  carried  off ;   but  his 
indignation   does  not  prevent  him  from  making  a  pun  on  his  own 
name  in  1.  340. 


BEWICK  AND  GRAHAME 

In  this  ballad  we  are  more  definitely  on  the  Border  than  in  the 
last,  and  the  next  three  are  true  'Border  Ballads.'  A  feature  of  this 
ballad  is  the  allusion  to  the  old  institution  of  '  brotherhood  in  arms  ' 
(1.  56;  cf.  also  the  use  of  bully  =  brother).  The  tragical  conclusion 
points  a  moral,  that  fathers,  even  if  merry  with  wine,  should  not 
boast  about  the  respective  merits  of  their  sons. 

18.  bully = brother.  (So  in  Scottish  minnie  =  mother,  tittie  = 
sister.)  buUy  is  the  same  word  as  billie  in  Dick  o'  the  Cow,  6. 
It  is  used  by  Shakespeare  of  Bottom  the  weaver  in  the  Midsummer- 
Night's  Dream. 

44.     by=on  account  of.   Compare  by  in  Will  Stewart  and  John,  1. 

57.    11mm er  loon :  lit.,  low-born  wretch. 

85.     plate -jack,  plated  coat. 

94.     belive,  soon. 

102.     farleys,  strange  things.     Cf.  fairlies  in  Thomas  Rymer,  44. 

114.  i.e.  let  me  be  free  of  thy  brotherhood.  Compare  Hues  126, 
130,  &c. 

151 — 2.  He  vaulted  over  the  fence,  lap = lope,  as  in  Will 
Stewart  and  John,  108. 


NOTES  183 

169.  ackward.  Perhaps  'back-handed,'  perhaps  simply  'awk- 
ward.' 

177.     horse,  get  on  horse-back.     Bewick  means  'ride  away.' 

189.  moudie-hill,  mole-hill.  We  must  of  course  understand 
that  he  stuck  the  pommel  of  his  sword  in  the  soft  earth,  with  the 
point  upwards. 

214.    block  =  bargain :  i.e.  'I  have  had  the  worst  of  the  bargain.' 

See  also  my  Popular  Ballads,  Third  Series,  101. 


DICK  0'  THE   COW 

This  and  the  following  ballad  are  concerned  with  the  raiders  and 
'cattle-lifters '  (cattle- thieves)  of  the  Border,  who  flourished  about  the 
middle  of  the  sixteenth  century.  The  Armstrong  family  were  always 
prominent  in  these  affairs,  which  as  a  rule  take  place  in  or  near 
Liddesdale,  a  valley  on  the  Scottish  side  of  the  Border,  just  to  the 
north  of  Carlisle. 

'Dick  o'  the  Cow '  does  not  mean  'Dick  of  the  Cattle,'  because  the 
word  in  Scotch  would  be  'Kye.'  'Cow'  perhaps  means  'broom,' 
implying  that  Dick  lived  in  a  hut  built  in  the  broom  or  furze. 

1.     lain  in  :  i.e.  not  gone  out  'riding.' 

3.    Udder,  lazy. 

6.  billie,  brother.     See  Beivick  and  Grahams,  18. 

7.  feed = feud. 

18.  know,  hillock,  a  low  rise. 

32.  Cf.  Bewick  and  Grahame,  114. 

46.  leal,  loyal. 

54.  Hairibie,  the  place  of  execution  at  Carlisle. 

57.  at,  of. 

62.  drie,  endure,  hold  out.     See  Edward,  20,  &c. 

73.  plain= complain. 

74.  syne,  as  well,  also. 

79_80.     i.e.  we'll  tie  him  up  in  the  sheet  by  the  four  corners, 
give  him  all  the  blows  he  can  bear,  and  let  him  go. 
84.     hough,  ankle,  joint  of  the  foot. 
86.     dought,  was  able. 
92.     mense,  house. 
97.     aevery,  ravenous. 
103.    St  Mary  knot,  a  triple  knot. 


184  OLD   BALLADS 

118.  leal,  true.     Cf.  1.  46. 

129.  jack,  jerkin,  coat. 

130.  leugh,  low. 
140.  mo,  more. 

157.  or  =  ere,  before:  blan,  stopped. 

160.  plummet,  pommel,  handle. 

185.  gart  =  garred,  made. 

200.  tell'd  =  told,  counted  out. 

223.  and  =  if.     See  1.  240. 

237.  lap  a  loup  =  leapt  a  leap. 

238.  leugh  =  laughed. 
240.  and  =  if. 

252.  All  the  places  in  this  ballad,  except  Burgh  under  Stanemuir 
are  round  Liddesdale.  See  the  map  in  my  Popular  Ballads,  Third 
Series. 

JOHN   0'  THE   SIDE 

More  than  most,  this  ballad  plunges  into  its  subject,  narrating 
in  the  first  two  lines  that  John  o'  the  Side  (which  is  on  the  river 
Liddel  in  Liddesdale,  nearly  opposite  Mangerton)  is  taken  prisoner 
for  having  slain  Peter  o'  Whitfield.  Peter  appears  also  in  another 
ballad,  not  so  good  as  this,  which  is  called  Hobby  Noble  after  its 
hero,  whose  acquaintance  we  make  in  this  ballad. 

John  o'  the  Side  was  another  of  the  Armstrong  family,  the  famous 
freebooters,  and  first  appears  about  1550  in  a  list  of  borderers  against 
whom  complaints  were  laid  before  the  Bishop  of  Carlisle. 

This  text  of  the  ballad,  from  the  Percy  Folio  MS.,  is  much 
better  than  that  inserted  in  The  Minstrelsy  of  the  Scottish  Border  by 
Sir  Walter  Scott.  The  ninth  line,  which  can  be  guessed  fairly  easily, 
is  missing  in  the  MS. 

5.     Sybil  is  John's  mother,  as  is  shown  by  1.  78. 

28.     Tyvidale  =  Teviotdale,  north  of  Liddesdale,  in  Eoxburgh. 

32.     badgers,  pedlars,  corn-dealers,  carrying  bags. 

37.     Culerton,  Chollerton,  on  the  Tyne. 

44.    gate,  way. 

46.    Cf.  The  Lord  of  Learne,  122  and  note. 

52.    tree,  wood. 

59.     well-good  is  simply  a  stronger  form  of  'good.' 

72.    where  as = where. 


NOTES  185 

80.     woe  =  woeful. 

103.    bastard-brother,  a  half-brother. 

110.    till  =  to. 

112.     tent,  guard ;  gelding,  a  horse,  as  in  The  Lord  of  Learne,  266. 

125.  Flanders  files.  It  is  not  known  that  files  were  specially 
made  in  Flanders ;  but,  whatever  they  were,  they  appear  to  have  been 
useful  and  highly  effective. 

132.     Because  his  legs  were  chained. 

137.     lough,  laughed.     See  note  on  Dick  o'  the  Cow,  238. 

141.  thorough  =  through.  The  old  form  of  the  word  survives  in 
a  few  words,  such  as  thoroughfare,  thoroughbred,  &c. 

160.    fain,  pleasure. 


SIR  HUGH   IN   THE  GRIME 

This  ballad,  of  which  the  text  here  given  is  from  a  'broadside' 
(see  Introduction,  pp.  2,  10),  exhibits  a  curious  corruption  in  the 
hero's  name.  'Hugh  in  the  Grime '  =  Hugh  of  the  Graeme  (Graham), 
or,  simply,  Hugh  Graham. 

The  full  story  is  not  given  in  this  ballad  ;  Sir  Hugh  was  hanged 
at  Carlisle  because  he  stole  the  bishop's  mare — so  much  we  learn. 
But  Sir  Hugh's  theft  of  the  mare  was  only  a  retaliation  for  a  more 
serious  wrong,  said  to  have  been  done  to  him  by  the  bishop.  Whether 
the  charge  is  true  or  not,  sympathy  is  enlisted  on  behalf  of  Sir  Hugh 
as  against  the  Bishop  of  Carlisle;  and  Hugh  Graham  may  have  been 
on  the  same  list  as  John  o'  the  Side  (see  note  on  last  ballad). 

1.  Lord  John  of  this  ballad  is  Lord  Scroop,  Warden  of  the  West- 
Marches  (on  the  Border),  who  appears  in  Kinmont  Willie. 

21.    good  Lady  Ward  and  Lady  Moor  (33)  have  not  been  identified. 

56.    fee,  reward.     Compare  The  Lord  of  Learne,  221,  &c. 

For  these  last  three  Border  Ballads,  see  also  my  Popular  Ballads, 
Third  Series,  75,  156,  and  89. 


THE  BRAES   OF   YARROW 

Yarrow  Water  is  a  tributary  of  the  Tweed,  and  flows  into  it  near 
Abbotsford,  Sir  Walter  Scott's  house. 

The  ballad  tells  us  that  a  man,  married  to  a  lady  with  nine 
brothers,  was  considered  by  them  to  be  an  'unmeet  marrow'  (i.e.  an 


186  OLD   BALLADS 

unfit  mate)  for  her;  so  in  true  ballad  style  they  slew  him,  though  he 
killed  four  of  them. 

25.     dowy,  dark,  gloomy;  den,  valley. 

27.     well-wight,  strong,  sturdy. 

42.  dule,  grief.  We  must  suppose  that  if  the  dule  and  sorrow 
was  shown  by  Douglas,  he  was  trying  to  pretend  that  he  had  not 
assisted  in  the  murder.  It  is  possible,  however,  within  the  limits  of 
ballad-grammar,  to  understand  that  it  was  the  sister  who  was  grieved. 

53.     kaimed,  combed. 

58.  side,  long. 

59.  hause-bane,  neck.     Cf.  The  Twa  Corbies,  13. 

60.  tint,  ended. 


SIR    PATRICK  SPENCE 

This  version  of  a  famous  ballad  simply  narrates  that  'the  king' 
chose  Sir  Patrick  Spence,  as  his  best  sailor,  to  sail  his  ship;  we  are 
not  told  what  the  cargo  was,  nor  whither  the  ship  was  bound. 
'  Dumferling '  (Dunfermline)  is  on  the  north  side  of  the  Firth  of 
Forth  ;  and  if  'haf  owre  to  Aberdour'  means  merely  half-way  across 
the  Firth  from  Aberdour  (near  Dunfermline),  Sir  Patrick's  voyage 
was  not  a  long  one. 

Later  versions  of  the  ballad,  however,  contain  other  details.  The 
ship  is  bound  for  Norway,  and  the  freight  is  a  king's  daughter.  In 
one  case  the  object  of  the  voyage  is  to  bring  back  the  king  of 
Norway's  daughter ;  in  another,  to  bring  home  the  king  of  Scotland's 
daughter ;  or  again,  to  take  the  Scottish  king's  daughter  out  to 
Norway.  In  support  of  the  last  variation  of  the  story,  it  has  been 
discovered  that  Margaret,  daughter  of  Alexander  III.  of  Scotland, 
was  married  to  Erik,  king  of  Norway,  in  1281 ;  and  many  of  the 
knights  who  accompanied  her  to  Norway  were  drowned  in  a  storm — 
but  on  the  return  voyage.  Those  who  attempt  to  prove  our  ballad 
historical,  in  accordance  with  these  facts,  also  point  out  that  'half 
over  to  Aberdour'  (i.e.  from  Norway)  is  a  small  island  called  Papa 
Stronsay,  on  which  there  is  a  tumulus  known  as  'the  Earl's  knowe' 
(knoll),  and  this  is  said  to  mark  the  grave  of  Sir  Patrick  Spence. 
The  ballad  may  have  been  founded  on  fact,  but  it  is  idle  to 
speculate. 


NOTES  187 

Sir  Walter  Scott's  version  of  this  ballad  is  unnecessarily  long. 
He  calls  the  hero  Spens. 

5.  eldern,  elderly,  old. 

6.  Notice  omission  of  the  relative;  also  1.  12. 
9.     braid,  broad  (a  ballad-commonplace). 

13 — 16.  This  usually  happens  when  ballad-people  receive  letters. 
Compare  The  Lord  of  Learne,  337-340. 

22.    the  morne=dn  the  morning,  to-morrow. 

25 — 26.  When  the  crescent  moon  appears  to  hold  in  its  curve 
the  rest  of  the  globe,  dimly  visible,  it  is  regarded  as  an  omen  of  bad 
weather. 

29.  laith,  loth. 

30.  weet  =  wet.    Shoes  at  one  time  were  made  with  heels  of  cork. 
32.     they  refers  to  hats;  aboone  =  above.    The  nobles'  hats  swam 

on  the  surface,  above  the  nobles. 

35.  Or  ere  =  before.  See  Young  Bekie,  43;  The  Gay  Goshaick, 
52;  <fec. 

41.  Haf  owre  =  half  (way)  over.     See  above. 

42.  fadom  =  fathom ;  as /ader  =  father,  in  Edward,  21. 


THE   GARDENER 

This  pretty  little  ballad  is  characteristic  in  that  it  is  a  lyrical 
dialogue,  in  which  the  lady  retorts  in  riddling  fashion  on  her  lover, 
refusing  his  suit.  In  the  course  of  its  existence  it  has  become  con- 
fused with  other  folk-songs  of  the  same  kind. 

I  have  supplied  two  missing  lines  (27,  28). 

3.  leal  (lit.  loyal),  true. 

4.  jimp,  slender.     Cf.  Fair  Annie  of  Rough  Royal,  3. 

5.  fancy,  like,  desire.     The  word  is  still  used  in  this  sense. 
8.     weed,  dress.     Cf.  King  Estmere,  32. 

10.  The  relative  ichich  is  probably  omitted  here. 

11.  jellyflower=gilliflower,  pink. 
14.    camovine=:  camomile. 

17.  kail-blade,  the  leaf  of  some  vegetable,  perhaps  lettuce. 

19.  coot,  ankle. 

20.  brawn  (i.e.  muscle  of  the  leg),  calf. 
23.  blaewort,  the  blue  cornflower. 


188  OLD   BALLADS 


THOMAS  0'  POTT 

The  hero  of  this  ballad  is  the  serving-man's  ideal— a  menial 
successful  in  marrying  a  nobleman's  daughter.  It  is  probably  not 
much  earlier  than  the  seventeenth  century,  quite  late  for  a  ballad; 
and  this  version  comes  from  the  Percy  Folio. 

1.  The  first  verse  is  a  kind  of  invocation. 

2.  blee,  countenance. 

12.  she  'st=she  shall.     Cf.  11.  16,  62,  &c. 

25.  Gif=if.     Cf.  gin,  The  Gay  Goshawk,  63. 

44.  i.e.,  the  lady  is  betrothed  to  Lord  Phenix. 

54.  thereas  =  whereas  (see  John  o'  the  Side,  72),  where. 

68.  i.e.,  'I  will  have  no  more  to  do  with  him.' 

69.  that.     See  note,  The  Lord  of  Learne,  24. 
78.  See  note  on  Sir  Patrick  Spence,  13—16. 
86.  i.e.,  So  it  shall  be  proved  by  her  promise. 
88.  Without = unless.     Still  so  used. 

130.  doubt,  fear. 

138.  row,  roll;  as  we  say  'rolling  in  riches.' 

160.  bride  does  not  imply  that  Lady  Eosamond  was  the  wife  of 
Lord  Phenix.  See  above,  1.  44,  and  below,  1.  190. 

171.  an  outside,  a  quiet  or  retired  spot. 

191.  lough = laughed.     See  John  o'  the  Side,  137,  &c. 

192.  fain,  happy. 

224.  angels,  pieces  of  money.  The  expression  means  'throw 
away  money,'  or  as  we  say  now  'play  ducks  and  drakes  with  it.' 

230.  fain,  desirous.  Compare  1.  192,  and  see  The  Lord  of 
Learne,  76. 

232.    i.e.,  How  shall  I  pay  you  back? 

238.     rank,  high-fed.     Compare  Will  Stewart  and  John,  90. 

249.  ben  =  are. 

250.  i.e.,  are  but  little  acquainted  with  the  training  that  older 
horses  have  undergone. 

291.  stiff  and  stout.  Probably  a  corruption  of  stiff  in  stour,  for 
which  see  King  Estmere,  272. 


NOTES  189 

304.  He  used  one  of  the  many  charms  that  are  popularly  sup- 
posed to  stop  bleeding.  Samuel  Pepys  records  a  Latin  one  in  his 
Diary : 

"Sanguis  mane  in  te, 
Sicut  Christus  fuit  in  se; 
Sanguis  mane  in  tua  vena, 
Sicut  Christus  in  sua  poena; 
Sanguis  mane  fixus, 
Sicut  Christus  quando  fuit  crucifixus." 

318.     Sith  =  since. 

350.     nigh,  approach.     Cf.  King  Estmere,  218. 


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Scribe  &  Legouve"     Bataille  de  Dames  Bull 

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Le  Directoire  Masson  &  Prothero     2/- 

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*  Andersen  Eight  Stories 

Benedix  Dr  Wespe 

Freytag  Der  Staat  Friedrichs  des 
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Goethe  Knabenjahre  (1749 — 1761) 

,,  Hermann  und  Dorothea 

,,  Iphigenie  auf  Tauris 

*Grimm  Twenty  Stories 

Gutzkow  Zopf  und  Schwert 

Hacklander  Der  geheime  Agenl 

Hauff  Das  Bild  des  Kaisers 

,,  Das  Wirthshaus  im  Spessart 

'"  ,,  Die  Karavane 

•'  ,,  Der  Scheik  von  Alessandria 

Immermann  Der  Oberhof 

*Klee  Die  deutschen  Heldensagen 

Kohlrausch  Das  Jahr  1813 

Leasing  Minna  von  Barnhelm 

,,  Nathan  Der  Weise 
Lessing  &  Gellert  Selected  Fables 
Mendelssohn  Selected  Letters 

Raumer  Der  erste  Kreuzzug 

Rielil  Culturgeschichtliche  Novellen 


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Schiller                 Geschichte  des   dreissigjah- 

rigen  Kriegs.      Book  III.  Breul 

M                         Maria  Stuart  ,, 

,,                        Wallenstein,  In  2  parts  ,, 

Sybel                     Prinz  Eugen  von  Savoyen  Quiggin 

Uhland                   Ernst,  HerzogvonSchwaben  Wolstenholme 

German  Dactylic  Poetry  Wagner 

Ballads  on  German  History  ,, 

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Ode  on  the  Spring  and  The  Bard     ,,  &/. 

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William  Pitt  and  Earl  of  Chatham 

John  Bunyan 

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Lays  and  other  Poems  ,, 

History  of  England  Chaps.  I  —  III    Reddaway 

A  Sketch  of  Ancient  Philosophy 

from  Thales  to  Cicero 
Handbook  of  English  Metre 
Arcades 
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gro,  II  Penseroso  &  Lycidas 
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Utopia                                                    ,,                       2/- 

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Scott 

Marmion                                            Masterman          2/6 

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Lady  of  the  Lake                                 ,,                     2/6 

Lay  of  the  last  Minstrel                Flather                 2/- 
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„                        Elements  of  Hydrostatics                            .  4/6 

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Smith,  C.              Arithmetic  for  Schools,  with  or  without  answers  3/6 

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