of the S c ot t i s h p oe t s

Edited by G EO R G E EY R E -T O D D

SCOTT I SH BALLAD PO ET RY

LO N D O N A N D E D I N B U R G H S AND S COMPANY

N T E O .

SI N C E the days of All an Ramsay th ere have be en published many admirable collectio ns of Scottish

. om of e as o e i f ballads S e thes , such the c ll ct o ns o

mie o i o fo r i Ja s n, Buchan, and K nl ch, have had the r i ntentio n the prese rvatio n of ballads o r versio ns o f

io i . i ballads prev usly unpubl shed Others, l ke the

o io of m e A t ou n e o ai c llect ns Cha b rs and y , hav c nt ned avowed collations of the different versio ns o f ballads i m f w already pr nted . The present volu e ollo s an other

. o io m i w i f o plan C llated vers ns re a n al ays unsat s act ry , the disti nct character of the ballad as hande d down by tradition be i ng i nvariably weaken e d by the mo de rn

o f m o i me o f t uch, and the resh char sp lt by the s ll the

i e i l m . e e e o a p Th y are, bes des, unn cessary, the b st v rs n

i n i e o ion mo every case equall ng the b st c llat , and re than making up by vivid strength and truth for what

in m i i i f i it may appe ar to lack ult pl c ty o deta l . A co mpariso n has accordi ngly been made o f all the

o i i io o f i n e r g nal vers ns each ballad, and very case what has appeared to be the be st versio n has be e n i m i printed faithfully without alterat o n . The volu e s

m to f i in h e i fo m o io an atte pt urn sh , aut nt c r , a c llect n f of what i s finest i n the ballad poe try o Scotland .

i e o e ike e o me V . Ballads by recogn s d p ts l H nrys n , Ja s ,

h e we e n ot i e . h e e f om and Mot r ll hav been nclud d T s , r v i E N O T .

“ E i o f Sill e rwood Robene and M akyne to The t n , find the ir most appropriate place among the wo rks o f their re spe ctive authors . As th e o rthography o f the ballads has gradually

n o f i io it o to n o io alte re d i course trad t n, bel ngs per d

w i i i in e e e wo o f but, h le reta n ng v ry case the xact rds

i n io the co mpositions as the y occur the vers n selected,

’ i — ”tee fo r me [ m fo r lza e such mere freaks o f Spe ll ng , y , — gr ave/d fo r gr avel /ed as are fre quent in editio ns like

’ ’ e h e n o t e e . Herd s and P rcy s, av been p rpetuat d S o me ende avour has be e n made to ke ep as n e arly as possible to chro n ol ogical orde r i n the case of ballads wh o e ma be mi e fo m o i se dat y sur s d, but any r al gr up ng

o e e of f i i or mo o t g th r a ry ballads, trag c ballads, hu r us

as it m i i o n ot f i to ballads, ust be art fic al , and c uld a l

ha n t m mo o o o s o . be n t n us, been atte pted

o o f o i it ma be M st the extant Sc tt sh ballads, y pre

me n ow e i it is o i e su d , have be n pr nted, but p ss bl that f w i m f e e a o . f a unpubl sh d y yet be und O these,

i i i n fo owi is e The Blu dy Sta r, the ll ng pages, h re,

it is e i i e i n f b l eved , pr nt d a ballad co ll e ctio n or the

first time . The warme st ackn o wle dgments are due to the

bo o f of o i w o w n la urs Pr ess r Ch ld, h se great ork o

E i o i m m i w e ngl sh and Sc tt sh Ballads ust re a n , h n

o m e th e i f e o i o f c pl ted , ch e r p s t ry or co nsultatio n o f

e o f i i fo o as it has in stud nts Br t sh lks ng, , the pre sent

e o f th e e e i e n o t o i n i i case, b en great st s rv c , nly ass st ng

ow t h e i o e o f e sio in wi t ards d sc v ry best v r ns, but thro ng the inte re sting light o f a co smopolitan i nformatio n

n m i i i upo any nd v dual ballads . E C O N T N T S .

I T R O D UC T IO N N ,

E e Burd ll n ,

T he Ga G o h y s awk ,

T h e D o T e uglas rag dy,

i

T h e T wa i e S st rs ,

e S e Cl rk aund rs ,

’ T he Wi e of U h e We f s r s ll ,

C os atr i ck p ,

Ke m O w n e p y ,

Al i o G o s n r ss ,

’ T he L O Lo ch r an ass y ,

Gil M o i e r c ,

P o M e r ud Lady argar t ,

T h e Nut -B o i e r wn Br d ,

H e E i ynd t n ,

T he D e m o Lo e n v r ,

Sir R o land ,

’ \Villi e s Lad e y ,

’ Swe e Wi i m h o t ll a s G st ,

e l l o n m J G ra e ,

F i e a r Jan t ,

E dward , iii E T v C O N T N S .

Y e e oung B ny ,

T he E K i h lfin n g t ,

Sir P i S e atr ck p ns , i T h e B lu dy Stair ,

T h om the R h m e as y r,

’ T he B oo m o th e C owde nknowe s r ,

ir Wi li m W S l a allace ,

G e W e ud allac ,

T h B e o f O e o e attl tt rb urne ,

T h T wa o ie e C rb s ,

R e Wi ie D o e in Y o ar ll r wn d arr w ,

M a o i y C lv n , ’ A o M llan aut ,

T he o f Ke ll burn brae s Carl y ,

T he e o f H arl aw Battl ,

Y o W ung ate rs ,

T he S o f the O M u ang utlaw rray ,

Lo T hom f Wi rd as o ne sbe rry ,

T he Wi e o f A h e m h f uc t r uc ty ,

T h e Lo o f H o wlands lland ,

T he L me o f the o e Wi o a nt B rd r d w ,

oh i e Armstran J nn g,

O ur G e m ud an ,

F i H e e o f Ki o e a r l n rkc nn l ,

’ E o m 0 G o o d rd n ,

mie T e e of the F i D odhe ad Ja lf r a r , Kinmon t Willi e

’ T he D o ie D e O Y o w ns arr w ,

’ T h e B o n ie H o e 0 Ai ie n us rl ,

’ T he o o B Bar n rackle y ,

W W Lo e be o aly, aly , v B nnie ,

ri e mi o Ma H a lt n, C P S OTT I S H BA L LAD O E T RY .

I F o n e wo uld understand the secret heart and character O f the Sco ttish peo ple i n early times he must make himself acquainted wi th the i wi io . H o w i w nat nal ballads st ry , r tten th hat

o O f o o ever purp se truth , has been c l ured

i O f i s w i w mo o r b m t . al ays , re less , y the nd r ter

i io i n i ts i Rel g n , at least publ c appearance, has

to m i i fo m o been apt re a n str ctly r al , and th ugh to o m i i i O f io s e extent nd cat ve nat nal character , has ye t run i n impo rted and Obvi o usly c o n

n i a E th e mo i v e t o n l mo ulds . ven re stud ed

o o f o t fo m it was o p etry the c un ry, r ed as up n

i i m o m i to o m class c and l terary dels , re a ns s e

o io o i O f w me n extent a c nvent n als , a p cture hat wished to appear rath er than a reflecti o n O f w w i s i n fo - O f hat they ere . I t the lk song the i i i o o . nat n that the truest express n l es There , wi o ff io O f an o f f o m th ut a ectat n y s rt , resh r

i O f o m i s fo the l ps the pe ple the selves, und a

io O f m mo revelat n the real anners and rals , the i i i o th e mo deals and superst t ons , the l ves , hu ur,

I V S CO T TI SH BA LLAD POE TR Y.

w w i m and the sorro s , h ch ade the character m im an i O f . At d h story the race the sa e t e , as o fo r i o p etry, all that narrat ve p etry pro — fesses to give fo r circumstance and atmo s

h e re fo r io o fo r i o O f p , pass n and path s , v g ur

i m i i io fo r o act on and dra at c s tuat n , c ntrast O f character and a variety O f vital i ncident — rivalled o nly by the variety o f l ife itsel f there i s n o thing which surpasses the ballad po etry

O f Sco tland . B etween ballads and so ngs i t is necessary at

wo the o utset to mark a distinction . These t

i O f o m o i io f o f k nds c p s t n are requently c n used , and there is a po pular tendency to name as ballads many pro ductio ns which have n o claim

B o o at all to the title . th s ngs and ballads were o riginally made to be sung ; and s o me “ ’ ” i B o i H o 0 Ai i ballads , l ke The nn e use rl e ,

to da o w i n i are, the present y, best kn n the r m i i o m i f o us cal sett ng. Fr th s act pr bably the f i i B i . ut b con us on has ar sen songs are , y the r

i i o m o i i i n w i nature , ent rely subject ve c p s t ons , h ch the emo tio n and pers o nality o f the writer

o o w o im i i o f c l urs the h le . The pr ary ntent on

o i s to f i O f i s ng express the eel ngs the s nger .

B o i o m allads , on the ther hand , are narrat ve p e s

O f i m i purely Object ve character. The sy path es O f t h e i ma it rec ter y be seen here and there , i s r o m i t ue, thr ughout the verse , but the a n A D P E T R S CO T T I SH BALL O Y . i ntentio n O f the com posi tio n i s t o relate an incident o r tell a sto ry . A fu rther characteristic O f the ballad l ies i n the rapidity O f mo vement and the vivi d dramatic

i w i i o m i its r o realism w th h ch t acc pl shes pu p se,

i o i o mi O f its io plung ng at nce nt the dst act n , i i i i w i n o im o n m . and ast ng t e prel nar es Th s , with the fact O f its deali ng as a rule wi th a

i i i i o i t fo O f s ngle character st c ep s de , be rtune war o r o f i o ffi to di s tragedy err ng l ve, su ces ti n gu ish it fro m the epic and fro m narrative i poems O f reflective o r l terary cast. The o rigin o f ballad co mp o si tio n bel o ngs t o

i i NO o i o an unkn o wn ant qu ty. ther express n O f hu man feeling and tho ught claims so ancient

i o to i a descent , there be ng reas n bel eve that the first traditio nal reco rds O f all nati o ns were

i n fo m o f fo m i n w i cast the r verse , the r h ch

o fo O f w i i o al ne, be re the use r t ng, they c uld be

H i o w accurately remembered . st ry every here has derived i ts early facts fro m the so ngs O f

i w i o the bards , and the earl est r tten rec rds

c o ntain references t o such co mpo sitio ns . The

B oo O f f o m w i o k Jashar, r h ch are qu ted the

’ o f t i i i n o legend the sun s s and ng st ll , J shua ,

m i s So O f B o w i n . S and the ng the , I I a uel , understo o d by B iblical cri tics t o have be en a

io o io i n fo m O f nat nal c llect n , the r ballads , co ntaining the reco rd O f great me n and great S CO T TI SH BALLAD P OE TR Y.

E i f O f i o deeds . nn us , the ather Lat n p etry , and h is o m o i i i o c nte p rary , Qu ntus Fab us P ct r, the

i O f o m i f earl est the R an annal sts , have both le t references to an early ballad po et ry celebrating the expl o its O f the fo unders and first heroes o f o m o w i o M R e , a p etry h ch L rd acaulay has endeavo ured to repro duce i n an English dress i n h is - Ammi well kn o wn Lays . Lucan and anus M arcellinus have placed up o n reco rd that th e warl ike expl o its O f the ancient Gauls were celebrated in the s o ngs o f minstrels ; and by Tacitus we are made aware that the early histo ry O f the Germans was preserved s o lely

i o i i by means o f their bard c co mp s t o ns . The

i S o A the Dan sh Canute, the ax n thelstane,

B i i A i i o we r t sh rthur, and the Celt c F ngal , all

io O f i m mo to fo - o the preservat n the r e ry lk s ngs , o f which fragments and echo es have reached

im n e o o O i i i mo dern t es . O sch l f cr t cs bel eve

I l i ad O d sse if i m i that the and the y y , the r ater al had n o t been co llected and pieced t o gether by

O f i i wo o m o w the care P s stratus , uld have c e d n to i n fo m o O f us the r nly detached ballads .

O ut O f fo - o i n imi f io w lk s ng, s lar ash n , gre

E O f o f i the ddas Iceland , the Kalevala F nland , m i i i the Ger an N belungen L ed , the Span sh

o i O f C id o i Chr n cle the , and the Sc tt sh ro mantic — h istory o f Si r Wi ll iam Wallace great natio nal co mpilations which were the po ssessio n and R S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T Y .

o -i n - O f mi st ck trade the scalds , bards , and nstrels i O f the M iddle Ages n Euro pe . Stro ng evidence even remai ns to sho w that many o f the ballads i n o ur po ssessio n at the present day are themselves substantially relics

i i im o mi o O f rem o te preh sto r c t es . R bert Ja es n i n h is P o u l a r B all ads a nd S on s f p g , and a ter w ards m o re fully i n h is I ll ustr a ti ons of N or tker n

A n ti u i ti es was to o i o ut q , the first p nt the striking li keness which exists between s o me O f the p o pular ballads O f th e d ifferent natio ns

wi o to O f n o rthern Euro pe . I t ll be en ugh

i w - o w S i ment o n three cases . The ell kn n cott sh “ ” ballad O f Fai r A nnie finds an al mo st exact “ co unterpart i n the Danish Skioe n Anna ” “ “ C o s atric k B o w Gil B o p , th ell , and rent n , besides bearing a stro ng family resemblance t o o o i o i i wi each ther, c nta n a st ry dent cal th “ that O f the Danish I n ge fre d and Gudrune “ w i i n m wa o h le , the sa e y , The D uglas Tragedy, ” “ E rl in to n i O f E o , and The Ch ld lle, pr ve “ almo st i dentical with the Danish Ribo lt and ” o m i o Guldborg. Fr these nstances and thers l i ke them the co nclusio n seem s i nevi table that certai n O f the Danish and Sco ttish ballads had

o mmo o i s w o w a c n s urce . I t ell kn n that a large

* Jami e so n printe d an English translati o n O f Ski oe n Ann a “ i n his P o la r al lads an d S on s o f I n e fre d B g , and g and ’ ” G e R i o o i n hi s I l l ustr ati on s o udrun , and b lt and G uldb rg f N or the r n n ti u i i s A g t e . S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y nu mber o f the place -names o f England and

S o we ll m o f o f c tland , as as the na es several the

’ ’ O f w — Wo da o da days the eek den s y, Th r s y,

’ — i i i h e Frea s day are Scand inavian n o r g n . T f o if an w to th e act lends supp rt , y ere needed , belief that the relatio nship O f n o t a fe w Sco ttish and Scandinavian fo lk -s o ngs must be attri

to io i o f buted the relat nsh p the races , and that traditio nary co mp o sitions current till lately w both o n the B o rders and i n the n o rth O f Sco tland have descended fro m the memo ries o f i s the early settlers i n the co untry. I t even

o mi o mo pr bable, as Ja es n suggested , that a ng i i S i the Dan sh , Teuton c , and cott sh popular

w in o ballads , are preserved , ho ever altered c lour , not a fe w O f the German fo lk -so ngs mentio ned b i fo - o o b o y Tac tus , the lk s ngs c llected y rder

O f m o w i o Charle agne, and th se h ch the G ths bro ught with them i n their great migratio n out

O f the east . The writer O f the article on ballads i n the E n cy cl opa di a B r i ta n n i ca appears i nclined to

i i far o o O f push th s po nt rather . Up n the gr und the striking similarity O f many features i n the ballads o f d ifferent co untries he ventures the

o r mo the y that they are all , even the st local

i m i mo i o O f and c rcu stant al , re or less vers ns

o mmo o i i c n r g nals . The the o ry is suppo rted at

its i great length , and prop o under c tes as a A L D T R S CO T T I SH B L A P OE Y . parallel case the apparently commo n origin O f

mar t /ten o r f mi i i n the , nursery tales , a l ar all

E W i m n i the co untries o f uro pe. th uch lear ng

o i o ut o o f O f his o io he p nts , as pr c ntent n , that the fo lk - s o ngs O f Euro pe everywhere bear li ke traces o f the survival O f primi tive creeds and primitive fo rms O f co nsci o usness and imagina

io i i b t n , that they are l ttle nfluenced y the

i i io i i o r o i i h gher rel g ns , Chr st an p lythe st c , and

i metr o/zen do o n imi that, turn ng, as the , s lar i i i n o i m nc dents , they repeat all c untr es the sa e

o i m o m m i O f st r es , and e pl y the sa e ach nery

i i H e i f as talk ng b rds and beasts . c tes , urther, co mmo n features O f the ballads o f all co untries

O f o i n O f m th e the use ass nance place rhy e,

O f i O f i abrupt character rec tal events and say ngs ,

i io in H o m o f the textual repet t n , as er, the exact

O f o o O f speeches the pers ns , the c nstant use i m certa n nu bers , such as three and seven , and the representatio n O f the c o mmo nest Objects O f

r if m O f o i eve yday l e as ade g ld and s lver . The same n o n -Christian ideas O f death and o f the f wo m o i i o uture rld , the sa e gh stly superst t ns and m mo o m i f i n eta rph ses , and the sa e bel e elves

f i i o i o ut t o fo i n and a r es , he p nts , are be und the

O f o B i m ballads Greece, Pr vence, r ttany , Den ark ,

A n d o and Sco tland . he has taken great tr uble to i o m i n o , br ng t gether rese blances pl t and i ncident between the ballads O f the different LLAD P E T R S CO T T I SH BA O Y .

i o fo r i t to i . s r co untr es There the st y, ns ance,

i i n fo - o O f m be fo und al ke the lk s ng Den ark ,

o Y o i O f th e Pr vence , and rksh re, cruel step m o ther ill -treating the children till thei r cri es awaken th e dead

’ T was cold at n igh t an d th e bai rn ie s gr at

T h e mo th e r b e l o w th e m oul s h e ard that.

h ri i i n O ld o m S e ses and appears aga n her h e , “ f w o o w i n i and ever a ter, hen d gs h l the n ght , the stepmo ther trembles and is kind to the ” i o m f o i it ch ldren . Fr all these acts he c ns ders apparent that th e ballads have been as univer f i i i sally sung as the a ry tales , l ke C nderella and i B S e . the leep ng eauty, have b en narrated

o it m o f i i The the ry , ust be c n essed , has el c ted

o m w i O f f a s e hat suggest ve array acts , though it may be d o ubted whether these altogether warrant th e sweeping co nclusio n drawn fro m

m B fo i i n i f the . e re agree ng the bel e that all the ballad narratives O f Euro pe are mere traditions

O f o mmo o i i o n e o r two if i c n r g nals , qual y ng

i m a m c rcu st nces ust be taken i nto acco unt . B allad co mp o sitio n deals chiefly with cert ain primary and fundamental possibilities O f life th e o o f mo fo r - i n -l aw jeal usy a ther her daughter ,

’ O f m fo r i a step other her husband s ch ldren , the

u O f fo i o o o w O f advent res rb dden l vers, the s rr s i i i o ll c t l ve . These are subjects l i kely to appeal

r w m O f o i t is eve y here to the akers s ng, and S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y . c ertain that they might do so qu ite in de pe n de n tl o i i c O f y and at first hand . C nc den es the

i o da i n if k nd ccur every y actual l e, and are to be po inted o ut again and again i n the events O f

i o o i m i fo r h st ry . The early Sc tt sh etr cal tale , i O f f C o il z e ar m nstance, Rau and Charle agne , and the Engl ish epis o de O f King Al fred and th e

o i n shepherd , find an exact c unterpart the actual a w i i O f dventure h ch , centur es later than the date i e O f o i t o m . ther these st r es , happened Ja es V at

mo B i Al l o o i i Cra nd r g. d ubt as t the authent c ty

’ o f m i s i b f Ja es s adventure set as de y the act that ,

’ fo r their ancesto r s part i n the fray and its de n ouenz en t H o wi o i o O f , the es ns st ll h ld the lands " B rae he adfi is f to e i o I t necessary , urther, tak nt a o f i i wi w i i n cc unt the ac l ty th h ch , even early

im b m O f i im m i t es , y eans p lgr ages , ca pa gns , and

o i i i w to . crusades , st r es ere l able travel I n th s manner the B ritish histo ry O f Arthur is kn own to m its wa f m A mo i to W have ade y ro r r ca ales , f o m W to E f o m E r ales ngland , and r ngland to

F fo its io i o E i rance, be re final translat n nt ngl sh b Sir o m M o A n d o f o i n y Th as al ry . c urse the

O f wi o i o i i case ballads th a pr ved h st r cal bas s , “ “ like M ary H amilto n and The B attle o f O tter

T h e adve nture is de taile d by Sco tt i n hi s T al es of a Gr an d atlze r e th e m h o fo r h e o o f T lz e L ad o f , was us d by sa e aut r t pl t y f tbe Lake o m the e o f th o m o f r a mon d , and f r s subj ct e p pular dra a C ’ r i . T h e e e e e e i e o f ame s s o h th e B g pr s nt r pr s ntat v J d ug ty ally , and o e of e h e i W R - s . . H o i e o o o f o he e . wn r Bra ad , w s n Crawf rd C lc st r l o S CO T TI SH BALLAD P OE T R Y .

o io o o i i o b urne , a nat nal and l cal r g n cann t be i i ga nsa d . I t i s therefo re o nly in a limited sense and with wide reservations that the theo ry o f a co smo po l itan o wnership O f the ballads can be ad mitted .

O i n i n w i i i n o t O f th e nly cases h ch dent ty, only m i i O f io o f i i a n dea, but a success n v tal deta ls , can be pointed o ut can gro und h e held to exi st fo r believing ballads i n two languages to have

o mmo o i i m t had a c n r g n , and even then there us remain the p o ssibility that the ballad O f o n e c o untry m ay have travelled to an o ther i n the

i i o i i o r w i trafli c O f M i e rel g ous , p l t cal , arl ke the ddl

A W imi i o f m i ges . hat the s lar ty ach nery and meth o d i n all Euro pean ballads d o es pro v e

to n o t i i i fo - o appears be, that nd v dual lk s ngs

i w f o m o mmo o have been der ved al ays r a c n s urce ,

O f fo - o i s i f im but that the art l k s ng tsel pr eval ,

i i n i o mmo and , pract sed the earl est ages at the c n

O f E o o w cradle the ur pean race , has handed d n the same tradi tio nal metho d and machinery to

-m O f w io the later ballad akers all estern nat ns .

S o m w - o w i H H o n e ell kn n ballads , l ke ynde r e , ” “ ” i i Ke m i o n K ng H enr e , and p , have appa re n tly been derived fro m the ro mances O f chivalry which were co mpo sed and current in M i * the ddle Ages . They may have been episo des

r Le e i D . yd n n the intro duction to his e ditio n o f T he C om pl ay n t of Scotla n d sugge sts that all th e ballads which introduce ” o o m h o be o i e e o f hi drag ns , w r s , and dwarfs s uld c ns d r d as t s e io xtract n .

R 1 2 S CO T TI SH BALLAD POE T Y . an d legendary character to wh ich no date o r

i is o w o i . l cal ty can be ass gned I t , h ever, part O f the nature O f traditio nary co mpo sitio ns to A i adapt themselves to n e w si tuatio ns . rec ter naturally en o ugh turned his tale to sui t his

i i i io o f aud ence , and , find ng that the nsert n a l o cal name o r allusio n qu ickened immensely the i O f h is i m n o O f nterest l steners , ade scruple i m fitting h is O ld so ng to n e w c rcu stances . I n the same way a ballad transferred to a n e w di i sa b m mo O f i o mi str ct , y y the e ry an nc ng

i f o w b i io br de , and therea ter handed d n y trad t n , was l ikely i n co urse O f tim e to assu m e a co m plexion and embo dy names and circu mstances

i i wa to its n e w o i . nat ve surr und ngs I n th s y,

fo o m O f fo - o fo r w i im there re , s e the lk s ngs h ch t e ,

mo place , and characters have been st clearly identified may ye t i n many particulars be c o m

o i io O f i i i F o m p s t ns a h gh ant qu ty . r the nature

O f i n o f i i io i the case , ballads th s descr pt n , l ke “ ” o M a o i it The D uglas Tragedy and y C lv n , ma o w i y pr bably be taken as a rule that , h le the o riginal facts and sto ry have remained

o i i o i i ma unaltered , l cal t es , pers ns , and d ct on y, i n o o O f o i i o the l ng c urse ral trad t n , have been

i to l able change . The actual sl o wness to change i s proved by o ur i o i i h st r cal ballads . I n these the dict o n m a i to o m y have altered , and ndeed s e extent S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y .

i m o wo i certa nly ust have altered , Obs lete rds be ng supplanted i n co urse O f time by wo rds i n later

B ut th e mse lv e s with o use . the events , the act rs _ i n them and the l o cal ities i n which they t o o k place have su ffered but l ittle substantial altera

i i i s so is o w b f o i t o n . That th s sh n y the act p nted

M w l M o i o ut b o O d S . O f y ther ell , that c p es such

w o m wi i o ballads , hen c pared th vers ns handed

w o i i n o m i iff O f do n rally, exh b t ater al d erence i i nc dent . There i s reaso n to believe that these histo rical ballads were generally co mpo sed sho rtly after the o w i e w m o ccurrence h ch th y ere eant t celebrate .

o m o o r mo o m o f C nte p rary, al st c nte p rary re er emees to so m e o f them n o w fo rgo tten are to be fo und scattered thro ugho ut the early l iterature

A o i m r O f the co untry . c ns derable nu ber a e m io i n Tbe C om l a n t o S cotl an d w i ent ned p y f , r tten abo ut the year 1 549. Three o f these may be “ o : S O f Gil uhiskh ar f i n ted The ang q , re err ng “ to so me unkn o wn event ' The Tail O f Si r

W L e sl e o alter the bald y , pr bably a ballad celebrating a tradi tio nal co mbat between a gentleman O f the family O f Lesley and a H un

i i o f w i two i w e gar an kn ght , h ch l nes else her survive

B e tw e e n th e Le sse lye an d th e m are H e sle w th e knight an d le ft h im th e re

’ l i n r l s M o th e rwe l s M st e . i o e . y , p xl x n t 1 4 S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y .

O f w i two i o and another, h ch l nes are qu ted

G od se n th e D ue h e d bydde n i n Fran ce r m h ame An d D e l abaute h ad n e uy cu , evidently allud ing to the unfo rtunate C hevalier d e B e au te f his b la , le t as deputy y the Regent A lbany when he returned t o France ; and savagely murdered by H o me O f Wedderburn i n 1 1 5 7 .

A i i n h is H i stoi o the H ouses o D ou l as ga n , jy f f g a n d A n us w i i n 1 6 H m o f G o dsc ro ft g , r tten 44 , u e illustrates h i s narrative O f histo rical events by q u o ting stanzas O f ballads regarding them which w o i n h is im w i i ere p pular t e , but h ch have s nce de

to i io 1 2 8 m scended Obl v n . I n 5 Ja es V . escaped f o m o O f D o u l ase s F r the b ndage the g at alkland , and at o nce pro ceeded to break up the p o wer O f

to o fo mi f mi H is ff . o ts that r dable a ly first e r ,

o w w i f i n h ever, ere any th ng but success ul , and

i his i E O f A i n part cular l eutenant , the arl rgyle,

o i to M was endeav ur ng enter the erse , repulsed b o i O f y the D uglas all es at the Pass Pease .

i Go dsc ro ft Regard ng the event , qu o tes the be ginning o f a sco ffing ballad

* T h e Earl o f Argyle is b ound to ride o m th e o de o f Ed e buckl in c ‘i‘ Fr b r r g bra , An d all h is h e e o s h im e ide ab rg n b s , E ch m an u o so of a p n a nk strae .

“ e . Ne M e h r ady 1 ar uss lburg . S T T I SH ALLAD P E TR CO B O Y .

1 0 W i i m o i E O f I n 44 ll a , the y ung s xth arl

o h is o w i to E i D uglas , and br ther, ere ent ced d n

b wi O f o i o burgh y the les the chancell r Cr cht n ,

an d w i i there, hen seated unsuspect ngly at d nner

w i bo - i m w s th the y k ng, Ja es I I . , ere first tartled

’ b o mi o i O f y the n us black bull s head , the s gn

d i fo m o n eath , be ng set be re the the table , and

fo i f i f then dragged rth and n amo usly sla n . O the po pular ballad current regard ing this tragic circu mstance the histo rian O f the D ougl ase s furnishes a stan z a

Edi u h C s e o e an d ou e nb rg a tl , t wn t r , G o d a h o u si ke for si e gr nt t n nn , An d th at e ve n for th e black din n our E rl D ouglas gat th e re i n

i f k i i o o n S t ll urther bac , a trag c transact n the B orders was the death i n 1 3 5 3 O f the Knigh t O f

i so n O f o o o L ddesdale, a natural the G d L rd

m O f o im f o w Ja es D uglas , and h sel kn n as the

o w O f i r O f h is i m Fl er Ch val y, at the hands k ns an , i f E o o O f o . g ds n , and ch e , the arl D uglas The

o O f o it wo i C untess D uglas , uld appear, had g ven

’ t o o o o fo r o g d reason her husband s jeal usy, and

o i i O f i was acc rd ngly, as the Kn ght L ddesdale

i i n E i Fo o n hunt ng ttr ck rest, at a sp t e ar Gales

wo o f W il liamsh o e d , called , a ter the event , p , he i b E was wo . beset, unded , and sla n y the arl The i ncident was exactly such as wo uld appeal mo st

to o i i strongly the p pular ballad nst nct, and 1 6 S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y .

Go dsc ro ft quo tes and descri bes the co nsequent compo sitio n

o ut of h e r b o we sh e am e T h e C ou nt e ss e of D o uglas r c , An d l ou dly th e re th at sh e did call I t is fo r th e Lo rd of Liddisdal e

T h at I l e t all th e se t e are s do wn fall .

“ o i o i o h The s ng, says the h st r an , als declaret

did w i o - to Liddisdal e h ow she r te her l ve letters , i to d issuade him fro m that hunt ng. I t tells

i m O f i O f h is me n l i kew se the anner the tak ng ,

is o wn i i G al e swo o d h o w and h k ll ng at , and he

as i i to i i mi w carr ed the first n ght L nden k rk , a le

m i was i i n A o f fro Selk rk , and bur ed the bbey

M elro se . Still earl ier authentic references to po pular

o n i o i ma o ballads h st r cal subjects y be qu ted . In h is great natio nal epic O f the fo urteenth

Tli e B r uce B o h i s centu ry, , arb ur asserts as excuse fo r o mitting the sto ry o f the vict o ry gained i n Eskdale by Sir J o hn So ulis o ver the English

Si r A w H ardc l a under ndre y, that

Wh asa l iks th ai ma h , y e r Y o u we me n h e th ai wi ng , w n ll play, S it ama h aim il yng n g t k day.

o f o A toun i n his B all ads o S cotl and Pr ess r y , f ,

’ o f o m t Al a qu tes r the early S . b n s C ar on i cl e a Sco ttish stan z a co mp o sed sh o rtly after the battle

o f B a o . i o nn ckburn I t r ghtly bel ngs , perhaps ,

to O f o O f rather the class s ngs than ballads , but S T T I SH A LLAD P E T R CO B O Y . i t ma i m i h y be ncluded here . The o nk sh c ro n i

h o w E was di sco mfite cler relates dward I I . d at

B an o ksbo rn e o i fo , and c nt nues , there re the mayde n s made a s o ng thereo f i n that co untree o n E w i n i m i Kyng d ard , and th s anere they s ng

M a de n s o f E n l on de o e m a e m o e y g , s r y y rn , F or ye h ave l ost y our l e mman s at B an ocksb orn e W ith h av e l ogh Wh at we n yth th e Kinge O f En gl on de T o h av e got Sco tlan d ” W ith r ombe l ogh I

’ W n to u n s C r on eil o S cotl an d o w I n y y f , h ever,

o two there are qu ted verses , apparently th e

i O f o n O f A r Open ng a ballad , the death lexande

Kin h o m if as i s i i r I I I . at g , and , bel eved , the co mpo sitio n was nearly co ntempo raneo us with th e fo m n o t o event they celebrate, they r nly the i i i i earl est authent c ballad l nes , but the earl est authentic metrical co mpo sitio n i n the vernacular

i i O f o im e O f Sco tland . The sp r t that tr ubled t breathes i n them .

uh e n Al san d r ow e K n we s de de Q y y r y g , * T h a S o a d l e d in l uv e an d l e t c tl n , A a we s son s i‘ of al e an d e de w y br ,

f w e an d w o f am an d l e . O yn ax, g yn g

O ure gold we s chan gyd i nt o l e de . C s bo e i o v r n t é ry t, rn nt y gy y , Succo ure Sco la d an d e me de t n r , T h at stad i s in pe rpl e xyté I

' e . law. 1 pl nty ‘ ’ ki l 0 E ar l Scotti s/i W n un r on vu . ch . 1 I y to s C y , b . , ; y

1 62 . p . C E TR 1 8 S CO T TI SH BALLAD PO Y.

I t i s evident fro m such scattered references that

m O f io vast nu bers nat nal ballads , and these per

m o i haps the finest, ust have alt gether per shed befo re the th o ught aro se O f preserving them i n a m per anent fo rm . So meth ing O f patho s bel o ngs to the fact that

m n o t o o f fo o the akers nly the rg tten ballads , but O f the great maj o rity O f tho se which still e i m i o x st , have the selves utterly passed nt

i i o i s m O f Obl v n . I t true that the na es a favo ured fe w have co me d o wn to us . The * o H o o m O f gentle R bert en ry s n , sch ol aster Dun fe rmli n e i n O f f the end the fi teenth century, and

o O f i S o i o o auth r the earl est c tt sh past ral , R bene ” “ M ak n e i i m O f and y , the exqu s te Testa ent C re sse id and the famo us series O f M o ral “ i i T aill o f U l an di s Fables , conta n ng the the p

M o B M i s ow to us and the urges ous , kn n have “ written the allego rical ballad O f The B luidy ” ’ “ - Serk . I n Dunbar s well kn o wn Lament fo r the M akars two names are mentio ned as tho se O f ballad autho rs

T h at scorpio un fe ll t h e s do n e infe k i M aiste r Joh n e Cle rk an d Jame s Afli e k F ra bal at making and trigide T im o r M o rtis c o n turbat me ; and King James the Fifth h imsel f is recognised

Scotti sh P oetr - y , pp . 79 1 38 . ' i . e . D e h . h as ffe e r 1 , at I a ct d o inhibite d .

R 20 S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T Y .

“ io o O f o r B urn the V ler, auth r the s ng, Leade

B ut i H aughs and that p cture, as i mi i n its h as been sa d , represents nstrelsy later

io w i O f and decadent per d , hen the ncrease learning and the practice O f printing had largely d o ne away with the impo rtance O f

mi o o i the nstrel , b th as a chr n cler and as an

i O o do fe w f enterta ner . S , als , the re erences i H M i w extant regard ng enry the nstrel , a ander i n H o m o f f o O f g er the fi teenth century, auth r the po etical chro nicle o f Sir W ill iam W allace .

o M i wh o was o o 1 m io s J hn a r, b rn ab ut 4 5 4 , ent n “ - i o h im casually i n h is well kn o wn h st ry . I n “ im O f m i f H a the t e y n ancy, he says , enry, man i f o m his i o m w o bl nd r b rth , c posed the h le

B ook o Will i a m Wall ace o mmi to f , and c tted w i i i n o i n w i was r t ng vernacular p etry, h ch he i i w i w o mmo . sk lled , the th ngs h ch ere c nly related

o w i o i i to I , h ever , g ve nly part al cred t such i B i writ ngs . y the rec tati o n O f these stories i n the presence o f me n o f fo remo st rank h e

o fo o o i o f w i was. pr cured d and cl th ng, h ch he wo rthy. I n the treasury acco unts O f James IV ” amo ng items O f gratu ities to m e n strallis wh o ” io im l a i t fo i at var us t es p y be re the k ng, appear several entries O f petty su ms paid to

H fo r fo m f i i i enry per r ances O th s so rt . S m lar

H i stor and P oetr tire S cotti s/z or de r o h Ve i h y y of B , by J n tc ,

LL . D . P o e o o f Lo i R h , r f ss r g c and e toric i n th e Unive rsity of o G lasg w . S T T I SH A LLAD P E T R CO B O Y.

entries O f payments to minstrels o ccur i n the burgh rec o rds O f Aberdeen i n the year 1 492

A m o o o o i io O f and later . re h n urable rec gn t n

mi f o w o i n the nstrel O fice, h ever , ccurs the year

1 0 1 w W i i m im f 5 , hen ll a Dunbar h sel , the

O f S o i o greatest the early c tt sh p ets , passed t o England with the ambassad o rs sent to co n c l ude nego tiati o ns fo r the marriage O f King

m to i M O f Ja es the Pr ncess argaret , daughter H i f i i i enry VI I . Dur ng the state est v t es there “ was m O f S o he styled The Rhy er c tland , and

i i i n o o i n at a great d nner g ven L nd n , he , true

mi f io i O f h i s nstrel ash n , celebrated the pra ses

i stmas w k o . C r h sts I n the ee , says the “ o i M i to m chr n cler, the a r had dy ner the a bas

sado rs O f S o w o m o m i m c tland , h acc pan ed y Lo rd C h aun c e l e r and other Lo rds O f the real m

w sitt n O f i S o i hen , y g at dyner, ane the sa d c tt s givyn g attendance upo n a B isho p A mbassad o r ‘ m i o o o O f o w ade th s balade . L nd n th u art t nes

’ A Fo r h i s i i per se, serv ces dur ng the

m i f o m t e bassy Dunbar rece ved r H enry VI I . wo if f i d . o n h s O 6 1 . to several g ts £ 3 s 4 , and return

E i f i f o m m O f d nburgh a urther gratu ty r Ja es I V . 5 i n additio n to h is regular pensi o n as court

o B ut iff f i i p et . very d erent even ro m th s cred t

' ’ Sh e ri fl [ Ene as M ackay i n hi s i ntro ductio n to D unbar s oe m S o i h T e o i e o e th i i m th p s ( c tt s xt S c ty) qu t s e nc d e nt fro e M S. “ o Vi t ll V . e . A . X I . T h e e i s i ts me i i e C tt balad , as na s gn fi s , a o m o i io o f e i h me i n th e F e h m e n t c p s t n r curr ng r y s r nc ann r, and o i n th e mo e m i f h a ballad d rn e an ng o t at wo rd . 2 2 S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y . able appearance o f Dunbar appears to have

i io o f min been the p o s t n the scalds , bards ,

stre l s o o O f i im . , and tr ubad urs earl er t es The so n o f o i to h is i n s ng then , chant ng harp the

i i to o i n l sten ng hall , appears have been sec nd

o o o to i f im f w o h n ur nly the ch e h sel , h se soul

w wi o f o w he s ayed th tales ther days , and hose o wn heroic deeds he was ready always to

o f m i weave i nto verse f a e . No carpet s ngers

i b o w e ther y all , acc unts , ere these , but as ready to sho ut the s o ng o f defiance i n the

’ battle s fro nt as to tune the harp to o ld ballads o f l o ve amo ng blushing damsels i n their bower . I t i s recorded that o n the mo rning o f the battle o f H astings Taillefer asked ari d Obtained leave i fro m W ill am o f No rmandy t o lead the o nset .

i i o u t i n f o o f No m i R d ng r nt the r an ch valry, he

i n o o i O o sang a l ud v ce the great S o ng f R land .

’ Then stri king spurs i nto h is h o rse s flank he

fo w i i i i dashed r ard st ll s ng ng, and , crash ng

mo m i wi o a ng the ene y , d ed th the deathless s ng o n h is i o n o i o f o l ps the p nts the Sax n spears .

o o f B o to o i s f mi i i The st ry l ndel , , a l ar . R chard

o i o o n h i s wa o m f o m o n e o f C eur de L n , y h e r

i n 1 1 was w i b i the crusades 93 , ayla d y pr vate

mi i A mo o w ene es , and d sappeared . ru ur, h ever,

B o h is o mi an c o reached l ndel , c urt nstrel d m

ni i n war i was o i pa on , that the k ng c nfined n

o m o w fo in m B o s e unkn n rtress Ger any. l ndel L S CO T T I SH BA LAD P OE TR Y . determined to disco ver and if possible rescue his m fo r it i s i w o aster, and a year, sa d , andered up n the Co nti nent making u nsuccessful enquiries . At last fro m the i nnkeeper o f a t o wn i n which

fo im f i n i o he und h sel , he learned that a ne ghb ur i n g fo rtress bel o nging to the Duke O f Austri a a

single pris o ner had been co nfined fo r a year.

U o i m im f i p n th s he ade h sel acqua nted , as mi i m i wi nstrels eas ly ade acqua ntance , th the peo ple o f the castle ; but i n n o way co uld h e

o m o i o n e da ow t . O c e see the pr s ner y, h ever, as he sang befo re o n e O f the castle wind o ws a so ng w i i o m o o h ch R chard and he had c p sed t gether,

w i n mi O f o hen he paused the ddle the s ng, the

i i i o f o m it k ng ns de began the ther hal and c pleted . ” B o O ld r acon teur wo n Thus l ndel , says the ,

o w o f i h is m i kn ledge the k ng aster, and return ng

o m i o E m O f h e nt ngland , ade the barons the

o i w i was c untry acqua nted here the k ng .

I t m ay int e re st so me re ade rs t o have the wo rds o f th e so ng i to h e e e o e i sa d av b n sung by Bl nd l , and re pl e d to by Coe ur de

Lio . T he are o e i h o P e R el i u es i o n y qu t d by B s p rcy ( g , ntr

i o . o m io D r e out of the duct n , p fr a translat n by . Burn y l P o e O d r v ncal .

LO D EL. Y o e i B N ur b auty , lady fa r , No e i e i ho e i h n v ws w t ut d l g t , B u t still so co ld an ai r N o passio n can e xcit e ; Y e t this I patie nt se e Wh i e ar e h e i m l all s unn d l ke e .

C CEU R D E LI O No m h m h e N . ny p y art can wo und I f o sh e i i e fav ur d v d , An d mi e on s l s all around , U nwilling to d e cide ’ I d rath e r h atre d be ar T h o e i h o h e h an l v w t t rs s are . 24 S CO T T I SH BALL AD P OE T R Y .

A long descent it must appear fro m such chivalro us and c o urtly singers as these to the

ow - i o f o o t n p pers , cleaners cl cks , and ther non descript itinerants mentio ned by Sco tt as the last inherito rs o f the mantle O f wandering minstrelsy at the beginn ing o f the present * I t i s i o w century . certa n , h ever, that at no time did the ballads depend alto gether o r even mainly up o n pro fessio nal minstrels fo r their

m m fo k- o iff i i n re e brance . These l s ngs , d er ng

i f o m i i m o i io th s respect r the r k ndred co p s t ns ,

mo o m fo m o m w the re c plex and r al r ances , ere

i F o m the po ssess o n o f the peo ple themselves . r th e o f o B o we to days J hn arb ur, as have seen ,

o o f Sir W S o o wo m th se alter c tt , y ung en at

i i i w fo k i n i the r sp nn ng heels , aged l the ngle

o o m o o h ill s n k , and shepherds a ng the l nely w o m to ere accust ed repeat , as they had heard

i i o O f o r repeated , the trad t nal ballads the c unt y

i o im f f i o o h ow s de . Sc tt h sel has le t t up n rec rd as a lame boy he had lain l o ng even ings by the

in f m o o f San d kn o we fo fire the ar h use y , at the ot o f Sm a lh o l m o w i i to i y T er, l sten ng the anc ent

B o rder lays . Fro m the middle o f the thirteenth to the

i i o f was so beg nn ng the seventeenth centu ry , far i io i as can be ascerta ned , the per d dur ng which ballad co mpo sitio n was mo st general in

I od io to M i n str el s tbc S cotti s/z or de r ntr uct n y of B . S T T I SH ALLAD P E T R CO B O Y.

i s o t io an rate S o . t c tland I t hat per d , at y , that the pro ductio n o f mo st o f the kn own hist o rical “ i s to i f o m Si r i ballads be attr buted , r Patr ck

S o i i to pens, rec rd ng the d saster the gallant band wh o i to carr ed the daughter o f A lexander I I I .

i wi E i O f o w i n 1 2 8 1 t o her br dal th r c N r ay , the ballad narrating the rescue o f Ki n mo n t W illie

' f o m 1 6 r C aru sl e Castle by B uccleuch i n 5 9 .

w i o i n w i These ere the centur es , als , h ch the c o ndi tio ns were mo st favo urable fo r the pro duc io o f fo - o i o f if w i t n lk s ng. The k nd l e h ch gave rise to the ballads was naturally that i n which perso nal pro wess and energy co unted fo r mo re

l aw o i n w i io o f than and rder, h ch the relat ns the sexes were rather o f a hero ic than O f a c o io c ast an d i n w i i i io nvent nal , , h ch the d st nct ns

O f w fe w rank ere but deeply m arked . I n the

i t fo f i th r eenth , urteenth , and fi teenth centur es

i s f o m o f W B that , r the days allace and ruce and the W ars o f I ndependence d o wn to the

’ t ime o f James the Sixth s accessio n to the — English cro wn these were all characteristics o f o i i n o i s i n s c ety Sc tland . I t exactly that wi o f o i w ld and rude state s c ety , bet een the

mi - o w o i i i se barbar us and the h lly c v l sed , that

o m i i o i p etryand us c exert the r str ngest nfluence, and that tho se r o mantic and tragic events are l i kely to o ccur which furn ish the mo st attractive

m fo r mi l a T O i the es the nstrel y . these centur es , 26 E T R S CO T T I SH BALLAD PO Y .

fo it m o we m attri there re, see s pr bable that ust bute the pro ductio n o f the greater part o f the rich sto re o f fo lk -so ng which has co me d o wn

mo ma im i mi to dern days . I t y be poss ble a d mo dern surro und ings to realise the thrilling effect O f narratives l i ke the B attle o f O tter ‘

o o i A r mstran o r mi f b urne, J hnn e g, Ja e Tel er

O f i D o dh e ad to o mo the Fa r , chanted r ugh ss

i m o f m m io r ders , clans en the race and na es ent ned “ i n the so ng ; o r the effect o f ballads li ke The “ ’ Dem o n Lo ver and the Wife o f Usher s Well

o me n w o i io to up n h se superst t us hearts , ready f o foe i n o da wi ace the b ldest pen y, quaked th a very definite dread i n belief o f a wh o le h idden wo o f i i i i io rld w tchcraft and m dn ght superst t ns .

i o o w ff There can be l ttle d ubt , h ever, that the e ect

O f i io O f fo - o i i the rec tat n these lk s ngs , v v d and

m i m fo i n tro duc dra at c as they are , ust , be re the tio n o f pri nted b oo ks and the dispersio n o f

o w o i kn ledge , have been very str ng, exert ng an i nfluence up o n the general co nduct and ideals o f the co mmun i ty far bey o nd that o f an y po etry o r i a o m i o f l terature at the present d y . S eth ng this i nfluence may be guessed when it i s remem

o o o i bered that thr ugh ut th se centur es , chanted i n the halls o f ki ng and n o ble as well as by

o f i f m m the hearth h nd and cra ts an , they ust have fo rmed the chief i f n o t the o nly intellectual foo o f o w o if d the pe ple h se l e they reflect .

2 8 S CO T TI SH BALLAD P OE T R Y . as being a friv o l o us and carnal pursu it ; the i nfluence o f their d o ctrine o n the subject sur v iv ing here and there thro ugh o ut the c o untry

mo to a SO al st the present d y. late as the end o f w W i o o o f last century, hen ls n , the auth r The

o m o f o m m i was o i Clyde, a p e s e er t , app nted

o o m o was o i fo r sch l aster at Green ck , he bl ged “ mally and i n writing to abjure the pro fane ” 6 o - i B ut and unpr fitable art o f p o em mak ng. even the Refo rmatio n might n o t have sto pped

i fl o w i - i ent rely the o f the nat o nal fo lk s o ng. Th s was effected m o re gradually by the entire change O f s o ci al manners which succee ded the acqu isi

i o f A t on the thro ne o f E ngland by James VI . n e w era o f o rder and l aw dawned sl o wly then

o o f f up n Sc tland . The eudal rule and the eudal levies o f the n o bles by degrees gave place to

o i mi o f o w the auth r ty and the ar es the cr n . The gl o w and inspiratio n o f the El i zabethan po etry m its wa i o o to to ade y nt the n rth , be reflected fashio nable circles i n the verse o f the E arl o f

S i i o f mm w t rl ng and D ru o nd o f H a tho rnden . A n d while the transactio ns and circu mstances wh ich had been the subjects o f fo lk - so ng died i n o ut o f i if great part the nat onal l e , the taste fo r o i f i n mo o ballad l re tsel , except re te c rners f o o i . the c untry, gradually d sappeared

T h e incid e nt i s narrat e d i n a note to the ballad of P hilip ’ i n r haugh n Sco tt s M i st el sy. T T I SH ALLAD P E T R S CO B O Y.

I t i s to these remo te co rners and to that un fashio nable taste that we o we the preservatio n O f mo st o f the ballad p o etry o f Sco tland which

a o has descended to the present d y. S early as 1 5 9 1 the Danish ballads were co llected i nto a vo lu me under the title K ce mpe Vi ser by the

A w ze ffre n sae n i Rev . ndre S ; but the earl est reference to an y such co llectio n i n this co untry

’ to to D i ck a til e C ow o io appears be , a c llect n ment i o ned i n the l ist O f a Lo ndo n b o o kseller i n

1 688 i o i i o o , and descr bed as c nta n ng n rth c untry * A i o i n S ecta tor w o w so ngs . dd s n the p r te t o “

r i No s. 0 o n a t cles , 7 and 74 , Chevy Chase, the ballad regarding which Si r Philip Sydney mad e h is famo us say ing that the hearing o f it mo ved h is m o o o f m heart re than the s und a tru pet . B ut it was n o t until 1 706 that the first Sco ttish

s i co llectio n o f ballads wa made . Prev o us to that time many o f the O ld co mpo sitio ns had been printed o n bro adsides and hawked ab o u t

f i m b i i t o f i i at a rs and arket , y t neran s an ll terate

o 1 06 - 1 1 1 o w m W o s rt . I n 7 7 , h ever, Ja es ats n printed at Edinburgh h is C noi ce C oll ecti on of

d e i ous cots P oems o e A c C omi c a n S r S , o z n i en t

d i was fo o w i n 1 2 b a n d M o er n . Th s ll ed 7 4 y

’ the publicatio n o f Allan Ramsay s E v e rg r een

- l a n B m O f and T ea ta ol e M iscel y . y eans these

T h e oo e e P . B r ock sb th e i o e e o f th e b ks ll r was y, and d sc v r r mm i io i e e e e M r . R i o h o e o s o e S o r f r nc ts n , w s c un cat n qu t d by c tt hi r de r M i nstr el s in th e introductio n to s Bo y . 3 0 S CO T T I SH BALLAD POE T R Y . t h e attentio n o f mo re refined s o ciety was called to the ex istence O f the go lden st o re o f natio nal p o etry which l ay neglected i n ancient manu s i was i i n o mi cr pts , and st ll held the p pular nd i here and there by the frail tenure o f trad it o n .

o i f was o in N th ng urther, nevertheless , d ne the w ay o f co llecting and preservingthat p o etry till

1 6 w o m B i o O f o mo 7 5 , hen Th as Percy, sh p Dr re, publ ished h is famo us R el igues of A n ci en t E ngl is/z "e ’ P e i was fo o w b H A nci en t o try . Th s ll ed y erd s

a nd M oder n S cottislt S on s H er oi c B all ads fr c. g , ,

’ E i H i A n ci en t S cottis/i ( d nburgh , Lord a les

’ P oems Pi nkerto n s co llectio ns i n 1 78 1 an d 1 8 w i o w o i o o n e 7 3 ( h ch , h ever, c nta n nly “ i n o t fo o w Si r m genu ne ballad be re kn n , Ja es

’ the and J o hns o n s S cots M usi cal i R i M useum E 6 o . 1 8 t ( d nburgh , v ls , 7 7

’ o A nci en t S on s o o 1 0 S cot s n s g (L nd n , 79 ) and t i sn S on 1 o o m io g ( 794) sh uld als be ent ned , as

’ well as Sibbald s C nr on i cl e of S cottis/z P oetry B ut the greatest impetus o f all to the revival o f taste fo r the ancient fo lk - s o ng o f the

’ c o untry was given by the publ icatio n o f Sco tt s

M i nstr el s o tlze S cottis/e B or der i n 8 2 - y f 1 0 3 .

i io i i m w i The gen us , tact , and patr t c enthus as h ch were afterwards to make thei r p o ssesso r the l iterary hero O f Sco tland made themselves first

T h e fo urth and be st e diti on o f the R el i ques was printe d i n 1 794 ~ S T CO T I SH BA LLAD P OE TR Y . f did i i i to i elt , and the r first endur ng serv ce the r co untry by the pro ductio n o f the B or der

M i ns tr l s o i n o ut -o f- th e - wa o m e y . C llected y c ers f o m i io i i o f w r the trad t nal rec tat on ha kers ,

O ld wo m f o m i f mi shepherds , and en , r pr vate a ly

f o m f i i o i i was M SS . , and r ug t ve br ads des , th s at o nce the finest and the fullest exclusive co llee io O f fo - o w i t n lk s ng h ch had yet appeared , and ‘ it set the m o del fo r later c o ll e cto rsfi Ro bert Jamies o n fo llo wed with his P opul ar B al l ads a n d

S on s E i M o w i n 1 8 2 g ( d nburgh , ther ell 7

i h is M i ns tr el s A nci en t a n d M oder n pr nted y , , with a histo rical i ntro ductio n and n o tes which fu r nish even to the present day perhaps the most c o mplete info rmatio n o n the subject O f

i - m i Sco tt sh fo lk s o ng. I n the sa e year K nl o ch

A n i published h i s A n ci en t S cotti s/z B all ads . d n 1 8 2 8 a large and fresh additio n was made t o

’ ballad literature by the pro ductio n o f B uchan s A n ci en t B al l ads a n d S ong s of t/z e N or t/t of

cotl an two o io m o S d. These last c llect ns e b dy mo st fully the ballads o f the n o rth and e ast o f

S o i i i f o m o o f c tland , as d st ngu shed r th se the

M mi o o io west and s o uth . any n r ballad c llect ns

o i o i i have als been publ shed , each c nta n ng

i i o m o o r to m add t ns , re less valuable, the nu ber o f w A o m i o f kno n ballads . very c plete l st

T h e last e di tio n re vi se d by Si r Walte r Sco tt was publish e d i n fo ur vo lume s at Edinburgh i n 1 830 . L T R 3 2 S CO T T I SH BA LAD P OE Y .

these v o lu mes was furnished by Pro fess o r F .

i i n h is o io E n l is/z and J . Ch ld great c llect n g

- S cotti s/z B all ads i i n 1 8 . , publ shed 5 7 9 The

o i io o f i wo n o w i n o sec nd ed t n th s rk , pr gress , pro mises to include all the kn o wn versio ns O f all

o w fo - o o f E S o the kn n lk s ngs ngland and c tland , and as it furn ishes at the same time the fullest i fo m i o i o i o m i n r at n , h st r cal and c parat ve , regard i n o m o i io i t m m i if n o t g each c p s t n , ust re a n , the ideal b oo k o f ballad poetry fo r the charm o f

i o i i qu et h urs , at least the standard sc ent fic co llectio n o f reference fo r the student o f o ur

io fo - o wi o i in nat nal lk s ngs . I t ll be c nta ned ten large vo lu mes . The immense effect up o n l iterature and upo n th o ught o f the revival O f interest i n ballad

o e t f i o i n o r p etry has never y been a rly c ns dered , i s there ro o m to do mo re than allude to it here . To this i nfluence must be attributed pro bably th e who le upgro wth o f ro mantic and natural feeling w i mi i in A m i h ch , ger nat ng llan Ra say and burst ng i o o w i n o B o ut - s l e n do ure d nt fl er R bert urns , p the

fo m i o f i - pale r al ty e ghteenth century verse , and

i i o f S o B o gave us success vely the gen us c tt , yr n , and Wo rdswo rth . These names are en o ugh to

o o f f o m suggest the c l ur and ragrance , the reed and

m w i to m o o r char , h ch have been lent dern p et y and mo dern l ife by the n e w v o gue o f these o ld

f o songs o the pe ple . S T T I SH ALLAD P E T R CO B O Y .

A mo re immediate and less legi ti mate result O f the revival o f taste fo r ballad literature was

m i i m n o t o to the atte pt aga n and aga n ade , nly

o m i mi io O f i c pose exact tat ns the anc ent ballad , but to palm o ff such imitatio ns as genu ine relics o f i i i o i n is ant qu ty . The earl est transgress r th directi o n may be said to have been Lady

W w w o o - mi o m w t ardla , h se nce ad red , but s e ha “ ff o i fo H ard kn ute a ected and p ntless rgery, y ,

i i n 1 1 o i to pr nted 7 9, and purp rt ng be a compo sitio n o f the peri o d o f the battle o f

l i n o io fo r Largs, he d a place the c llect ns half a centu ry amo ng the mo st cherished

m i o f imi f w re a ns the past . S lar rauds ere per pe trate d by Allan Ramsay and Pinkert o n i n

i i A n mo the r respective co llect o ns . d st exten

i o f i n i i o f t s ve all , the beg nn ng the presen

w C ro me k was i m i s century , hen gather ng ater al ' fo r h is R emai ns of N i tnsa al e a n d Gal l oway

S on A i m own g , llan Cunn ngha , then an unkn

o f i i wi o m o i io n p et , urn shed the ant quary th c p s t

f o m o i io o f h is o wn w i w un a ter c p s t n , h ch ere suspe cti ngly pri nted and passed O ff upo n th e

f o i public as ancient ballads O the c untrys de . Sco tt himself was impo sed upo n mo re than o i to i r i imi io nce, and nduced pr nt ce ta n tat ns ,

’ ” i B arth ram s i o Ewrie an d l ke D rge, L rd , ” o f Fe athe rsto n h au h f i The Death g , urn shed i r o f M fo . h im as ancient by M . Su rtees a ns rth R S CO T TI SH BALLAD POE T Y .

So f i n i was W success ul , part cular, Lady ard

’ law s attempt to c o unterfeit antiqu ity that Robert Chambers went to great critical pai ns to a ttri bute to the same fair autho r so me twenty

fi o f o i mo o f m v e the finest Sc tt sh ballads , st the i belonging to the hero ic and ro mant c class .

H i s o o w o the ry, h ever , based largely up n the repetitio n i n these ballads o f cer tain sto ck

o f i n m o f i phrases , and the presence the certa n

o i m o n o t n o w mi io anachr n s s , d es stand exa nat n , and was afterwards virtually aband o ned by its advo cate . Seco nd in heinousness o nly to the fo rgery o f entire ballads must be co nsidered the l icense i n which so me edito rs have indulged o f tampering with the structure o f the ballads as they fo und i t i l acuna w o , supply ng hen they th ught fit , and excising what they co nsidered to be re dun d an c ie s so to i o m o i io i o w , as br ng the c p s t n nt hat they supp o sed must be its o riginal and mo st

o i All appr pr ate fo rm . such attempts must be co ndemned as departures fro m the traditio nal fo m O f w i o to r the ballads hen d sc vered , and

o i i i i o that extent destr y ng the r authent c ty . C lla

io o f iff io o f m t n d erent vers ns the sa e ballad ,

o so i o ff i th ugh hardly ser ous an ence , s nce the O ld reciters must frequently have d o ne the same

i io m m th ng, and all the vers ns ust have co e o i i f m o is i to r g nally ro one s urce, st ll be depre

36 S CO T T I SH BALLAD POE TR Y . incident and circumstance which i s presented

No wi i f io by the ballads . t thstand ng the con us n and the assimilatio n o f o n e c o mp o sitio n with an o ther which must have been unav o idable i n

o o f o i io n o o o O f the c urse ral trad t n , ther b dy p o etry o f the same s iz e at all rivals the collee

- tio n o f natio nal fo lk s o ng i n diversity o f subject . The wo rks o f an y single p o et remain i nevitably tinged thro ugh o ut with the tastes and characte r f i w i if i w O the r r ter . They present l e v e ed through

“

o f o n e o o . o n o a glass c l ur The ballads , the ther

o w o ut o f i i s hand , have gr n separately the nc dent i i m i m they descr be, and , l ke the hu an be ngs the

w o if o selves h se real l e they reflect , p ssess each

i i i i i i o f i s wn H i o t o . r a d st nct nd v dual ty st y,

o i m o m o r mo legend , her s , r ance , alleg y, hu ur, and

i io m o superst t n , all and re are represented , and each i n as many phases and with d ifferentia tio ns as circu mstantial as i n the events o f actual i ex stence . B allad verse appears to be akin to th e ancient unrhymed all iterative measure O f which

“ ’ a well -kn o wn specimen is Piers Pl o wman s

’ i io o m o i io o f V s n , the c p s t n Chaucer s co ntem

o rar W i i m O i p y ll a Langland . rd nary ballad verse rhy mes i n co uplets o f twelve o r fo urteen

w i i o f - i syllables , h ch break up nt our l ne stan z as with rhy mes occurri ng at the end o f the seco nd and fourth l ines . The rhythm i s o n e o f accent S T T I SH ALLAD P E T R CO B O Y.

o f f m i n m rather than eet , and rhy e any cases gi ves place to the l o o ser device o f asso nance . The further l icense o f metre i n such wo rds as o e e battél mo i w i i s c untr e, harp r, , rn ng, h ch an additio nal disti nctio n fro m the usage O f th e

w i o r o f o was r o early r tten p et y the c untry , p bably co mmo n i n the vernacular o f the peo ple .

’ is so i to w i o w I t , ndeed , the present r ter s kn

i h mo i i o f S o e t . ledge, re te d str cts c tland even y The wri ter O f the art icle i n the E n cycl ope di a

B r i ta n n ica w i f to , h ch has been already re erred , basing h is theo ry o n the fact that the wo rd

is i f o m O ld F oall er ballad der ved r the rench , t o to l w dance, seeks assert that all bal ads ere o rigi nally s o ngs sung to the rhy thmic mo vement

f i m i n o o o m . So a danc ng easure eth ng, d ubt , i can be sa d i n suppo rt o f such a theo ry . I n a certain passage O f Tlze C ompl ay n t of S cot l a nd mo i t in b , a ng certa n dances taken par y the shepherds and thei r wives are m entio ned “ ” “ “ o i H o o o m o f L n oh n n e R b n d , Th y , and J

E rmistran i s A n m o io g Dance . y extre e c nclus n ,

ow w i mi w f o m m e n h ever, h ch ght be dra n r the tio n o f the names o f ballads i n this co nnectio n must be destroyed by perusal o f th e passage which immed iately precedes that mentio n i n the

m l a t i wi C o n . p y The shepherds , the r ves, and servants are represented as first rehearsing

i o i fle t ta l is w i certa n st r es and y , h ch are 8 3 S CO T TI SH BALLA D P OE T R Y .

m o i o f o w fo r na ed , and c ns st ballads kn n the “ m o to da i st part the present y, l ke The Tay l ” “ o f Y o T aml e n e o H the ng , R bene ude and “ Litil h o n e o f Vi e rd J , and The Tayl the Thre

N uh e n i sch e i h rdi s ext , q th r p y

al l e san d sto re is hed tald y p y , than they fi th r and thei r wyve s began to sing sue it me l o dius ” i o f m i o f an ti uite mo sang s natural us c the q , a ng “ wh ich sangis are enu merated als o several well

o w B o f H arl aw kn n ballads , such as The attle “ H o f io i sch e i and The unts Chev t . Th r p ” h irdis i w v e s w i o i and the r y , the r ter c nt nues ,

mo o m o i i uh ilkis sang ny ther el d sang s , the q I

i n i e fti r i sue i be f n o cht memo r e . Than th s t ce l e st armon e to i n i y , tha began dance ane r ng e v e rie sh e i h e rd h is w fe ald p led y be the hand , and e v e r ie yo ng sh e iph e rd led her quh o me he ‘ fli Amo i l u t best . ng the dances ment o ned o ccu r those upo n which the writer o f the article i n the

c cl o di a fo h is o o E n y pw unds the ry . I t sh uld be

i o w n o t o not ced , h ever, nly that all the dance

m n o t m o f tunes na ed are the na es ballads , but that o f all the m any ballads named o nly three

m io i n o io wi are ent ned c nnect n th dance tunes .

o io o io fo wo The bv us c nclus n , there re, uld seem to n o t w o m o f i be , that ballads ere c p sed to urn sh

’ P ro bably the l ege nd o f M acbe th s me e ting with th e thre e ’ i h e e Fo e hi h i s e o e i n W n toun 5 C 1 on kz l w tc s n ar rr s , w c r c unt d y y whi h h o h the h e o f oe e H o i he and c , t r ug c ann l B c and ll ns d , fur i ff n ishe d Shake spe are w th hi s e e ctive sce ne . S T T I SH ALLAD P O E T R CO B Y.

mi m fo r m rhyth c easures the dance, but erely that s o me o f the ballads were chanted to tunes w i w o fo r i o r ms h ch ere als used danc ng, , as see mo o i w m st pr bable , that certa n dances ere na ed

f - a ter well kn o wn ballad hero es .

B wh o i s i to o i Gerald arry, bel eved have fl ur shed

1 200 f it o o about the year , has le t up n rec rd that

o m i i m the Sc ts used three us cal nstru ents , the

i T o z o r im o . ther harp , the t brel , and the ch rus the acco mpaniment o f these it i s pro bable the

i r i o f w . a ballads ere sung The , l ke the tune many Sco ttish s o ngs still to be heard i n o ut -O f

—wa was o i o f o o i the y places , pr bably a k nd cr n ng

i o i i i i io o r m o w i l lt c nta n ng l ttle var at n el dy, h ch could be kept up fo r an h o ur at a time witho ut i greatly taxi ng the p o wers O f the rec ter .

M o f mo m o m any the ballads , and a ng the s e w i w o o w m h ch are ell en ugh kn n , are ere bald

i O f f wi o i O f i narrat ves act , th p etry ne ther sent m n o r o f i io i i o e ent d ct n , and nterest ng nly becaus o f thei r antiqu ity o r thei r allusio n to histo rical i i i w i . S b w o events de y s de th these, h ever, l ke

o m o i o o f pure g ld a ng sand , there ex sts a b dy

o o o io o o p pular p etry, the unc nsc us and sp ntane us

o o f w fo r rec rd hat ages has been held rarest,

mo o i b mi o f finest , and st her c y the nd the

o m a fo - o i s c untry . I t y be true that lk s ng

i A mi r e essent ally pagan . lexander S th has “ marked that i n these co mp o sitio ns the wild T T I SH ALLAD P T R S CO B OE Y .

e o f io w m i s yes pass n , on hatever essage she

w to i o r o m bent , hether k ll save, are seld turned i n i f the d rectio n o f the Decal o gue . The ull heart i s its o wn B etween the sexes the relatio nship i s very much that o f the days when J upiter walked the earth and I En e as tarried with the Carthaginian queen ; while the first l aw o f “ pro perty appears to be that he sh o uld take wh o ”

o w o wh o . has the p er , and he sh uld keep can

B ut mo i o f , the pagan ral ty the ballads granted , there remains o n the part o f the ballad writers a

o f o o o i i keen sense h n ur and p et c just ce , and a sentiment o f gallantry and tenderness to wards wo m w i n o t i n an o en , h ch are surpassed y p etry , and which must co ntinue to do ho n o ur to the rude age and the peo ple whose secret heart and

i H o i nst nct they express . ere breathes the s ul

O f o m i o o i o wh o a r ant c , p r, and struggl ng pe ple , amid the hardsh ips and h arryin gs o f sto rm -to rn

i e t fo o if its centur es , never y rg t that l e at truest i s i o f i i n o r a th ng the sp r t , ceased , as they fo i m w i to f ught and tr u phed and ere sla n , eel again and again up o n their faces s o mething o f the magic o f the l ight that never was o n sea o r land .

* E di n bu r /z E ssa s i e on . g y , art cl Ballads

S T T I SH E T R CO BALLAD PO Y .

“ ’ I t s I will be your pre tty little boy T o wait upon yo ur steed ;

i ow we ome to And lka t n that c ,

’ ” A pack of hounds I ll lead .

’ ’

o wi 0 0 w . My h unds ll eat the bread heat, And ye o f the bread O f bran ; And then you will sit and sigh

’ ’ ” man That e er ye l o ed a .

’ w cam to The first ater that they , i it I th nk they call Clyde, He saftly unto her did say

n “ ‘ ad Elle . E n wi i ? L y Burd lle , ll ye r de

sh e ste it i n The first step that pp , She ste ppit to the kne e ; “ ’ to w f w Says, Wae be ye, ae u ater,

F r m o through ye I aun be.

o sh e ste it in The sec nd step that pp ,

ste it to mi She pp the ddle, And sighed and said Burd Ell e n “ ’ ” I ve stai n ed my gowden girdle !

i sh e ste it in The th rd step that pp , She ste ppit to the neck ; wi i i The pretty babe th n her s des,

’ The cauld it gar d it quake . R D LLE B U E I V.

Lie i m e li e i m e st ll y bab , st ll y bab ,

’ Lie still as lang s ye may;

For o f i e o n h o i h y ur ather r d s rseback h g , ” Cares little fo r us twae .

’ ’ I t s when sh e cam to th e othe r side

sat o n on a She d u a st ne, “ m m e me me n ow Says, The that ad , help , For I am far frae hame ! ‘

’ H ow far i s it f o mi e owe rae y ur th r s b r, ” o o to me ? Gude L rd J hn , tell

’ I t s irt mi e E th y l s, Burd llen ,

’ I t s thirty mil e s and thre e ;

’ ’ An d be we d to 0 i -me n ye se ane her serv ng , ’ m ’ For ye se ge t nae air 0 me .

’ be s ak wi o Then up p the ly parr t,

As i t sat o n th e tree,

e o o it i Ye lee, y lee, L rd J hn , sa d,

s Sae l oud a I hear ye lee.

“ ’ ’ sa it s i mi e f e o mi ow Ye y th rty l s ra y ur ther s b er,

’ When it s but barely three ;

’ ’ An d e e we d to i -man she ll n r be a serv ng ,

’ ” For she ll be your ain l adye .

O dinna ye se e you bo nnie castle Lie s o n yo n sunny l e a ?

’ ’ ’ An d e e e t o m mi e me n y s g ane y th r s ,

’ ’ ” For ye se ge t nae mair 0 me . L 46 S CO T T I SH BA L A D POE T R Y .

se e on o ie Weel I y b nn castle, Lies on yo n sunny l e a ;

’ ’ ’ ’ a mi e me n But I se ne e r h e nan e 0 your th r s ,

’ Though I n e ver ge t mair O thee .

’ ’ x Whe n he cam to the po rter s ye tt He tirle d at th e pin And wha sae ready as th e bauld porter T o open and let him in ?

Mo ny a lo rd and fair lady

M e o i n o e t Lord J hn the cl s ,

’ But the bonn ie st face amang the m a

’ Was haudi ng Lord J ohn s horse .

M o ny a l ord and lady bricht

o o o n th e e e Met L rd J hn gr n ,

’ But the bonn ie st boy amang them a him e f one 2 s l al . Was i h im stand ng by, leen

Mo ny a l ord and gay lady

’ i i in th e Sat d n ng ha , But th e bo n n ie st face that was there i i m ’ Was wa t ng o n the a .

’ ’ be s ak o o is e 0 up p L rd J hn s s t r, A sweet young maid was sh e

o f o e the h o e - oo i I nste ad a kn ck r , us d rs n Sco tland use d to be i h e i h rod o f i o fe w i h e i n e h i e on th e furn s d w t a r n a nc s l ngt , n ck d e i o the A inne r side and stapl d nt woo d at e ach e nd. ring with

oo e h e h o it . T hi e i h e a l s andl was ung up n s , b ng s ak n up and o m e i oi e the i i o e d wn , ad a rattl ng n s , and appl cat n was call d

tirling at the pin . R D ELLE B U N.

M i e h as o i y br th r br ught a bonn e young page,

’ H is like I ne er did se e ;

flits f f his But the red ast rae cheek, i ’ ” And the tear stands in h s e e .

’ ’ be s ak o o mi But up p L rd J hn s ther,

’ ’ She spak wi me ikle scorn ;

’ ’ H e s like r a woman gr eat wi bairn ” n on w i i -man Tha y a t ng .

’ ’ I t s i m o ie bo ye ll r se up, y b nn y,

’ m h a And gi e y ste e d the y.

wi m m e 0 that I ll , y dear ast r,

As fast as I can gae .

oo h e r arm She t k the hay aneath ,

o i i The c rn nt l her hand,

’ But atwe e n th e stabl e door and the sta

Burd Ellen made a stand .

we e m was When bells r rung, and ass sung,

’ ‘ An d me n o fo r be d r read a b un , y.

o o mi e i e a L rd J hn , th r, and s st r g y

In ae bower the y we re laid .

o o we at aff his i L rd J hn hadna el g cla se,

Nor was w i o he eel la d d un ,

i h i s mi e i e T ll th r heard a ba rn gre t,

’ And a woman s h eavy moan . S T T H R Y CO I S BALLAD P O E T .

” Win win o o sh e i up, up, L rd J hn, sa d, Seek neither hose n or shoo n

’ For i o I ve heard a ba rn l ud greet,

’ ” And a woman s heavy moan .

o o on his o Lord J hn r se, put cl thes,

o e i o e n or oo S ught n ther st ck ns sh n,

’ And be tween the ha and the stable

m n ot on He ade a step but e.

o to me E 0 open , pen , Burd llen, ” 0 open and let me i n !

e s 0 wi o o 0 y , yes ll I , L rd J hn,

But n ot till I can win .

e s wi o o sh e 0 y ll I , L rd J hn, says,

’ ’ wi n But I m lyi ng your you g son .

’ ’ ’ H e s oo wi his foo ta en the d r t,

x ’ ra h oo . u t , t ke e d it wi h is g k And he pp knee, He made th e door of double deals

l in r In sp de s soo n to flee.

’ ’ in e l me o o An ask y l grant , L rd J hn,

’ ’ An askin ye ll grant me ; May the meanest maid about the place ’ ” B ri ng a glass 0 water to me ?

” 0 o o o E i h ld y ur t ngue, Burd llen, he sa d, “ ’ Let a your askings be ; For the be st maid about the house i ’ Shall br ng a glass 0 wine to thee . R D E LLE B U I V.

’ And the best be d about it a For my young son and thee ; M y mother and my ae sister

Shall bear you company.

’ Your marriage an d your kirki n day

o in They shall be b th ane,

’ ’ e ha s ow E And a thes and b ers, Burd llen,

They shall be yours and mine .

And he has ta’ en Burd Ellen And rowed her in the silk ;

’ And he has ta en his ain young son

And washed i n the milk . S CO T TI SH B ALLAD PO E TR Y

T H E GAY G O S HAW K.

firm h m W fi mmflated y m m , “ w hc tifl e d rh e Scmfi sh S m Em is baflad E q gj “ m

m ; m d the smnm m v hi ch the lady re pez ts ha dm nd to

“ ” of M e £mmbo u1 g z s z pm fld mm nce hz v hi c h a m id ’ ca e fi m m m orda to es p m he r lo vu . Julie t s u soxt to

“ ” T t ay G oshawk al most thc e n fire m teria ls b r his bm fi

' a mbom to ha l v hm fne of thz z nfie nt b m a u on ha bi a .

simile ot the “ ” hllm d dmm m snow that it als o occms in

A bfide hfight thd che s As hlmd o pon m d ng l

T hat e can s ak and fi y pe ee , For ye can carry a l ov e l e tter

“ O how can l carr a l etter y to her,

Whe fl her l do not kn o w?

I ba r thc lips to her never

’ And thie e es thax y her ne ver saw.

2 T T I SH A LLAD P E T R 5 S CO B O Y.

’ essa e “ ‘ l g . i o o Ye re b dden send y ur l ve a send , For he has se nt you twa ;

him w can se e ou And tell here he y ,

9 ” Or he can not live ava .

him i f om m w i I send the r ngs r y h te fingers, The garlands o ff my hair ;

’ I send him th e heart that s i n my breast ; What wo uld my l ove have mair ?

fo i i n f i o And at the urth k rk a r Sc tland,

’ Ye ll bid him me e t me there .

i h e r to h e r f e She h ed ath r dear, As fast as gang could sh e ; i i m f An ask ng, an ask ng, y ather An aski ng ye grant me ; That if I die in fair England

o ar m I n Sc tland g bury e .

At the first kirk of fair Scotland Y o u cause the bells be rung ; At the seco nd kirk of fair Scotland Y ou cause the mass be sung ;

“ At the third kirk o f fair Sco tland Y ou deal go ld for my sake ;

fo i of f i o And the urth k rk a r Sc tland,

’ 0 there you ll bury me at .

n ow m e e f And , y t nd r ather dear,

i in Th s ask g grant you me . ” o i i s m i Y ur ask ng but s all, he sa d,

r it Weel g anted shall be. SH A W ' TH E GA Y G O K .

i to mo e e r She h ed her her th r d a , ' As fast as gang co uld she ;

i i m mo An ask ng, an ask ng, y ther An aski ng ye grant m e ; That if I di e i n fair England

In Scotland bury me .

now m m o h And , y tender t er dear, ” This aski ng grant you me

o i i s m sh e i Y ur ask ng but s all, sa d,

Weel grante d it shall be.

i to h e r i e She h ed her s ster d ar, As fast as gang could sh e ; i i m i An ask ng, an ask ng, y s ster An aski ng ye gr ant m e ; That if I die i n fair En gland

In Scotland bury me .

n ow m i And , y tender s ster dear, i i Th s ask ng grant yo u me . “ ” o i is m sh e i Y ur ask ng but s all, sa d, “ Weel granted it shall be .

i to n o She h ed her her seve br thers, As fast as gang could sh e ;

An i i m o ask ng, an ask ng, y br thers seven, An aski ng ye grant me ; That if I die i n fair En gland

In Scotland bury me . T T I L AD P T R 5 4 S CO SH BA L OE Y.

n ow m o And , y tender br thers dear, ” This asking grant you me . “ ” o in 18 m i Y ur ask g but s all, they sa d , “ Weel granted it shall be .

Then down as dead that lady drapped

’ Beside her mother s knee.

’ out it wi -wif Then spak an auld tch e,

the fire - i sat sh e By s de ,

“ bet o n Says, Drap the lead her

it o n i And drap her ch n ,

it on he r o - i And drap r se red l ps, And sh e will speak again : For much a lady young will do

- T o her true l ove to wi n .

on They drapped the het lead her cheek, So did they o n her chin ;

it on - o i They drapped her red r se l ps,

But they breathed n one again .

H e r brothers they went to a room T o make to her a bier ;

o of it w -wo o The b ards ere cedar d,

n i And the plates o t gold so clear.

Her sisters they went to a room T o make to her a sark ;

o of it was i The cl th sat n fine,

x s i hin . t tc g And the ste e king silken wark . T H E GA Y GOSH A WK

“ w i s me m o o w But ell , y j lly g sha k, That ye can speak and flee ; Come shew to me any l ove-tokens

That you have brought to me .

u i f om She sends yo the r ngs r her fingers, The garlands from her hai r ;

u wi i She sends yo the heart th n her breast, And what would you have mair ?

fo i of f i o And at the urth k rk a r Sc tland,

She bids you meet her there.

om i m m o me n C e h ther all, y erry y ung , And dri nk the good re d wine ;

For we m on to f i E n ust a r ngla d,

T o free my l ove from pine .

At the first kirk of fair Scotland

’ They gar d the bells be rung; At the second kirk of fair Scotlan d

’ They gar d the mass be sung.

At the third kirk of fair Scotland They dealt gold for her sake ; At the fourth kirk of fair Scotland

Her true l ove met them at .

“ ow se t ow o Set d n, d n the c rpse, “ Till I look on the dead . The last time that I saw h e r face She ruddy was an d red ;

n ow woe i s me ! But , alas, and ’ ll ‘ i m am a She swa owi t l ke a weed. 6 S T T I SH ALLAD E T R 5 CO B PO Y .

o f He rent the sheet up n her ace, A little aboon her chin ;

’ I s e s i i -w i e e m n hining ye . W th l ly h t ch ek and l e a i e e n

o She l oked and laughed to him .

i me i 2 o f o m o G ve a ch ve y ur bread, y l ve,

o of o wi A b ttle y ur ne, For I have fasted for your l ove These weary lang days n ine

’ There s n ot a steed i n your stable w 3 o e e . ori g since . But uld hav b en dead ere syne

m ae m m e o Gae ha e, g ha e, y sev n br thers, Gae hame and blaw the horn ; For you can say i n the south o f England i Your s ster gave yo u a scorn .

I came n ot here to fair Scotland T o lie amang the meal 4 ; But I came here to fair Sco tland

T o wear the silks so weel .

I came n ot here to fair Sco tland T o l ie amang th e dead ; But I came here to fair Scotland T ” o wear the gold so re d. T R A GE D TH E D O UGLAS Y .

T H E D O U G LAS T RAG E DY .

n th e D o hi h i o th e Y o th e oo [O uglas Burn , w c falls nt arr w at f t ’ M r Lo h to th e e e th e m i i o f St. a y s c , stands pr s nt day cru bl ng ru n o T h e e e r i e o e s i o o f B l ackh o use T we r. castl was a v y anc nt p ss s n o f th e e h o e of D o Sir oh D o e e son o f gr at us uglas , J n uglas , ld st Wi i m r Lo D o h i o i to Godsc roft th e ll a , fi st rd uglas , av ng, acc rd ng mi hi o i i n i m e o f M o m mo e fa ly st r an , sat a parl a nt alc l Can r at o f D o I t is o m hi i e For far as baro ni al l ord uglas Burn . fr t s anc nt t owe r that Lady M argare t i n the ba llad is said to h ave be e n A o mi e h e th e e e e c arri e d by h e r l ove r. b ut a l furt r up gl n s v n sto ne s are still sh own as marking th e spo t Wh e re Lo rd William e e i n e o m i h th e e e o h e th e ngag d d adly c bat w t s v n br t rs , and bridle road wh ich the fle e ing love rs ar e sai d to h ave fo llo we d a o th e hi l we are e P o e o Ve i h i cr ss l s , assur d by r f ss r tc , can st ll T i i o o o i o ut th e i - e e asily be trace d . rad t n als p nts as bur al plac M o f hi h h n w o f th e o e th e h e o f St . o l v rs c ap l ary , w c all t at re m ai ns is a gre e n mo und i n a littl e e nclo sure o f grave s o n th e ’ M Lo h T h e i io o f h e e lo ne ly hill side abo ve St . ary s c . s tuat n t s h i o f th l o calitie s suffici e ntly e xplains t e allus ns o e ballad . A th m e me i t h as to be e m e l e o i e in t e sa ti r ark d , as a r ady n t c d the i o i o h T h e D o T e i n m of i ts ntr duct n , t at uglas rag dy any i ncide nts finds a c o unt e rpar t i n th e D anish balla d o f R ibo lt ” G o o f hi h th e o i ie h e imi e e and uldb rg , w c l cal t s av s larly b n i i h o e o G run dtv de nt fie d by t e c ll ct r ig . ’ T h e bes t o rigi nal ve rsio n o f th e ballad i s that i n Scott s M i n st r e l s hi h e io o t hi e o m i e o y , w c v rs n was g c fly fr a pr nt d c py i e e Ki i h T h e h e e e e suppl d by Charl s rkpatr ck S arpe . t r last v rs s h e i o o f th e we re par tly co rre ct e d fro m traditi o n . O t e r v rs ns ” m o ar o w the i e o f E sa e st ry e kn n unde r t tl s arl Brand , ” “ Erlin to n T h e hi o f , and C ld

R rsE ri n ow o o sh e up, se up, , L rd D uglas, says, An d put o n your armour so bright Let it never be said that a daughte r o f thi ne W h as married to a l ord unde r n ig t . S CO T T I SH BALLAD P O E T R I

R i i m n o o se up, r se up, y seve b ld s ns,

on o mo s o i And put y ur ar ur br ght,

e of o o n i An d take bett r care y ur y u gest s ster, ’ ’ i ” For your e l de st s awa th e last n ght .

’ H e s mo on mi -w i unted her a lk h te steed,

im f o n And h sel a dapple grey,

i bu el e t o ow his i W th a g h rn hung d n by s de,

n i A d l ghtly they rode away .

’ i i m l ookit o e r h is f o Lord W ll a le t sh ulder,

T o se e w h e o se e hat c uld ,

e e h e i h e r e o And th r sp ed seven brethr n b ld,

m i i o e th e Co e r d ng v r lea .

’ i ow i ow L ght d n, l ght d n , Lady Marg ret, he

o m in o And h ld y steed y ur hand,

i i o e n o Unt l that aga nst y ur sev brethren b ld, ”

o f m . And y ur ather, I ake a stand

his i n mi -w i She held steed her lk h te hand,

o n e And never shed tear,

’ i sh e saw e fa Unt l that her seven br thren , f i wh o e . And her ather hard fight ng, l ov d her so dear

” 0 o o ha o i i m ! she i h ld y ur nd, L rd W ll a sa d, For your strokes they are won drous sair ;

o can e t mo True l vers I g ny a ane, f But a ather I can ne ver ge t mair.

’ ’ out i f O, she s ta en her handkerch e ,

’ It was 0 the holland sae fi ne ;

’ l I wi e d. sh e di hte d f oo w p And aye g her ather s bl dy ounds,

a w wi e Th t ere redder than the n .

S CO T TI SH BA LLAD P OE T R Y

’ mak m mo e h e O y bed, lady th r, says,

’ 0 mak it braid and de ep ;

’ e o m And lay Lady Marg r t cl se at y back,

And the sounde r I will sleep .

o i i m was e re mi i L rd W ll a d ad lang e dn ght,

’ Lady Marg ret lang ere day

o o i And all true l vers that g theg ther, May they have mair luck than they !

’ i o i i m was i i n . L rd W ll a bur ed St Mary s k rk,

’ ’ Lady Marg ret i n Mary s quire ;

’ ’ 0 w o i o Out the lady s grave gre a b nn e red r se, ’ i ’ i And out o the kn ght s a br er.

‘wound toge th e r twa me t twa ‘ And they , and they plat , And fain they would be near ;

’ And a the world might ken right weel

They were twa l overs dear.

th e o But bye and rade Black D uglas, And wow but he was rough !

’ F r ull d o i i o he p up the b nn e br er,

’ An d flang it i n St . Mary s Loch . T A M L I tV.

TA M L I N .

C arte rhau h th e o e o f th e me e i o f th e [ g , flat t ngu land at t ng E i th e Y o i s i i i o to h e e e th e ttr ck and arr w , sa d by trad t n av b n f hi T wo mi e h e th Y sce ne o t s ballad . l s furt r up e arrow stands Ne e ie o e i e e th e o e wark Castl , an anc nt r yal r s d nc and supp s d ’ ” e e o f S o La o f th e L M i e hi h i s e ie e sc n c tt s y ast nstr l , w c b l v d to h e e e th e h om e o f F i e . T h e e is o i i o av b n a r Jan t r als a trad t n , h o e e h hi i n th e o e o f O oo . O n e w v r , t at t s was t w r akw d Cart r h h S o i o m th e e i n his ime e to oi aug , c tt nf r s us , p asants t us d p nt out those dark circle s i n th e grass which ar e po pularly kno wn as i i e i e e to b e th e m e th e e e o f th e fa ry r ngs , and b l v d arks l ft by r v ls e lfin o H e e i t is i e e th e i o f mi f lk . r , sa d , Jan t plac d pa ls lk and of e i n hi h to di h e r l o v e r . P o e o hi in his wat r w c p r f ss r C ld , i o i o to th e o m e th e o i h D i h ntr duct n ballad , c par s st ry w t an s , e t G e e e i n hi h imi me mo h o e Cr an , and r k tal s w c s lar ta rp s s play o i e e i the i i e o f th e o e a part , qu t ng sp c ally class c narrat v f rc d m i e o f T h e i i h P e e i n hi h the e e i e i e arr t s w t l us , w c n r d , s z d by th e h i h e r o e r to fir e e wi e i n a r by l v r , tu ns , wat r, and a ld b ast T h e his h ands be fo re assuming h e r wo manly shape . ballad h o e e h e o e i s n o t o i n th e o e io a ballad , w v r, c nclud s , f und p ss ss n of an e o e th e S o i h y p pl but c tt s . “ T h e T ayl o f th e Y ong T aml e n e i s me ntione d i n th e C ompl ay n t of Scotl a n d Ve rsions o f th e ballad have be e n i e i n th e o e io o f oh o h M o h e e pr nt d c ll ct ns J ns n , Buc an , t rw ll , and i o th e e e e i e o e . T h e e o e Sc tt , last b ng xt ns v ly c llat d l ast c rrupt d , ’ o n th e h o e th e e e i o i s h o f oh o M cseu r n and w l b st v rs n t at J ns n s , I i h e communicat e d by R o be rt Burns . t s t at co py which i s he r printed ]

’ F B ou m i O I OR ID y , a dens a ,

a w ow o n o i Th t ear g d y ur ha r,

T o om o r ae arte rh au h c e g by C g ,

For young T am Li n i s the re .

’ arte rhau h There s nane that gaes by C g ,

’ h im wad e d e. But they leave a , pl g

i e i i or n m E ther th r r ngs gree antles,

Or else their maidenhead . 2 L P R 6 S CO T T I SH BAL AD OE T Y.

Janet has kilted her green kirtle

i oo h e r A l ttle ab n knee, And sh e h as b raided her yell ow

i oo A l ttle ab n her bree,

’ ’ And she s awa to C arte rh augh

As fast as sh e can hie .

sh e m to C arte rh au h When ca e g , T am Li n was at the well ;

sh f hi s i And there e and steed stand ng,

’ w was im But a ay h sel .

’ o o She hadna pu d a d uble r se,

o o twa A r se but nly ,

i a t o Lin T ll up then st r ed y ung Tarn , “ ’ ’ a o u ma . Says, L dy, th u s p nae e

’ u s o o e ? Why p th u the r se, Jan t And why breaks thou the wand ?

wh om o to C arte rhau h Or y c es th u g , ” Withouten my c ommand ?

“ C arte rh augh it i s my ain ; My daddie gave i t me

’ om C arte rhau h I ll c e and gang by g ,

ask And nae leave at thee .

Janet h as kilted her green kirtle

i oo A l ttle ab n her knee, An d sh e h as snooded her yellow

i oo A l ttle ab n her bree,

’ ’ And sh e i s to her father s ha

f as she hie As ast can . TAM LI I V.

Four and twenty ladies fair

’ Were playing at the ba

’ out cam f i And then the a r Janet,

’ Ance the flower amang them a .

Four and twenty ladies fair i h Were play ng at the c ess,

’ An d o ut ar f i then c n the a r Janet,

As green as o n y glass.

’ n old i Out the spak an grey kn ght,

’ ’ La o e r wa y the castle , “ ! f i for And says, Alas a r Janet, thee, But we’ ll be blamed a’

o -f n i Haud yer t ngue, ye auld aced k ght, S ome ill death may ye die !

m i on w o m wi Father y ba rn h I ll,

’ I ll father nane on thee .

’ f t Out then spak her a her dear, And he spak’ meek and mild

An d e ! w ev r, alas s eet Janet, he says,

’ I fear thou gaes wi child .

’ I f ae wi i f that I g ch ld, ather,

’ Mysel maun bear the blame ;

’ ’ ’ There s n e er a laird about your ha

’ Shall ge t the bairn s n ame .

I f m o w i y l ve ere an earthly kn ght,

’ As h e s e l fin an grey,

w i e m ain o I adna g y true l ve,

’ For nae lord that ye ha e. S T T I SH ALLAD P R CO B OE T Y.

The steed that my true l ove rides on . I s lighter than the wi nd ;

’ Wi i i s o fo s ller he sh d be re,

’ ” W in w i i burn g go d beh nd.

Janet h as kilted he r green kirtle

i oo A l ttle ab n her knee, An d sh e has snoo ded her yellow

i oo e A l ttle ab n her bre ,

’ ’ And she s awa to C arte rhaugh

As fast as sh e can hie .

’ sh e cam to C arte rhau h When g ,

T am Lin was we at the ll,

sh e f his e i And there and st ed stand ng, w i ’ But away as h msel .

’ o o She hadna pu d a d uble r se,

o o twa A r se but nly ,

n s e o T am Lin When up the tart d y ung ,

’

o u s mae . Says, Lady, th u p nae

’ u s o o Why p th u the r se, Janet,

m o sae A ang the gr ves green,

’ to i o i And a k ll the b nn e babe, That we gat us

” 0 e me m e T am Li n she t ll , tell , , says,

’ Fo r s i on sake that d ed tree,

’ I f was in o e er ye h ly chapel , ” Or Christendom did se e ?

“ See the re fe re nce to a similar purpose i n th e ballad of Mary n r a H amilton i f . o h e was m f R xburgh y grand ather,

o o m e wi him to i T k th b de, And ance it fe ll upo n a day

That wae did m e be tide .

An d e it f o anc ell up n a day,

‘ l ke e n ie cin A cauld day and a snell ; , p r g.

W we w e f th e h i om hen er rae unt ng c e,

h f m o fe T at rae y h rse I ll,

’ T h e e e 0 i ie sh e me Qu n Fa r s caught ,

n i w In yo green h ll to d ell .

i s th e f i And pleasant a ry land,

e e ie to e But, an r tale t ll ,

th e e n d of n Aye, at seve years,

2 2 h e We pay a ti e n d to he ll ; tit .

’ ’ am sae f i fu O h I a r and fles , ’ m f i m ’ I eared t be ysel .

’ i h i s ow But the n g t Hall e en , lady, The m om i s Hall owday ;

h win me wi n m e wi T en , , an ye ll,

Fo r w wat m eel I ye ay.

mi k mi n i h o Just at the r and d g t h ur, The fairy folk will ride ; And th e y that wad th e ir true l ove win ” i 3 3 w e o m mm ai . At M l s Cr ss the y aun bide . t

h ow h e T am Li n But shall I t e ken , ,

h ow m o e ow Or y true l v kn ,

Am sa m 4 i 4 n wn e o o n o . ang ny unc kn ghts, u k T h e like I n e ve r saw ? F R S CO T T I SH BALLAD POE T Y .

0 first let pass the black , lady, rwar ds I . And syn e let pass th e brown ;

i - i But quickly run to the m lk wh te steed,

’ Pu ye his rider down .

“ ’ r i n mi —w i Fo I ll r de o the lk h te steed, And ay nearest the town ;

was i Because I an earthly kn ght,

’ They gi e m e that renown .

i wi o My r ght hand ll be gl ved, lady, My left hand will be bare

o m o C cked up shall y b n net be,

’ And kaim d down shall my hair ;

’ ’ An d th ae s o i e the t kens I g thee,

a o wi N e d ubt I ll be there.

’ me i n o m They ll turn y ur ar s, lady, Into an e sk 2 and adder ;

o me f fe me n ot But h ld ast, and ar ,

’ am i f I your ba rn s ather.

’ They ll turn m e to a bear sae And then a lio n bold ;

o me f fe me n ot But h ld ast, and ar , A s ye shall l ove your child .

’ i me i n o m Aga n they ll turn y ur ar s,

f n - i o iro . T o a re d het gaud of airn 3 ;

o me f f me n ot But h ld ast, and ear , ’ t I ll do o you nae harm .

L 68 5 007 7 15 11 BAL AD P OE T R Y .

’ ’ 0 i i Out then spak the Queen Fa r es, And an angry quean was sh e

m i ill -f f Sha e bet de her aured ace, And an ill death may sh e die !

’ ’ ’ For she s ta en awa the bo nniest

’ In a my company .

’ T am Li n she But had I kenn d, , says,

n ow i i se e What th s s ght I ,

’ ’ wad o ut twa I ha e ta en thy grey een , 0 ’ And put i n twa een O tre e . FA I R ANN I E .

FA I R A N N I E .

Ve i o o f hi e i in S e i h D h G e m [ rs ns t s ballad x st w d s , utc , and r an i t i s substanti ally th e same as th e Bre t o n ro mance Lai l e ” Fre isn e i t e e i n e e e e i h th e D i h Ski oen , and agr s v ry r sp ct w t an s ' A a e mie o m th R a’ rn e Vi se r Ve i o nna tr nslat d by Ja s n fro e p . rs ns ” ” o f i t e i ffe e i e Fai A n i e L e T he und r d r nt t tl s , r n , ady Jan , ” F h e e e ri e i n th e e e Lo & c . aus rd , , av b n p nt d ne arly all gr at o m e th e S i h o e i o . f h e e th m o c tt s c ll ct ns O t s e o st c ple te , und r ” i e of Lo T h o m F i A i e o i e S o t tl rd as and a r nn , was bta n d by c tt , chi e fly from th e re citatio n o f an o ld w oman re sidin g ne ar ” Ki hi l i n W hi I t i s hi hi h i s he e o o ed rk l e st Lo t an . t s w c r f ll w ]

’ I T S ow ow ma o narr , narr , ke y ur bed,

’ I a ne And learn to lie your lane ; lo .

’ ’ For I m o e r sea f i i gaun the , a r Ann e,

A braw bride to bri ng hame .

’ Wi her I wi ll ge t gowd and gear ; W ’ ’ i you I ne e r got nan e .

wh a wi m i But ll bake y br dal bread, Or brew my bridal ale ? And wha will welcome my brisk bride

’ ” That I bring o e r the dale ?

“ ’ I t s wil o i I l bake y ur br dal bread, And brew yo ur bridal al e ;

An d wi w o m o i i I ll elc e y ur br sk br de,

’ That you bri ng o e r the dal e.

But sh e that welcomes my brisk bri de Maun gang like maiden fair ;

2 2 Sh e m o n o e sae 1m n e . aun lace . her r b j p , at i i And bra d her yellow ha r. 70 S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y .

h w m i - i But o can I gang a den l ke, When maiden I am n ane ?

n o e e o to Have I ot b rne s v n s ns thee, ” An d am with child agai n ?

’ ’ n o so n i n m She s ta e her y ung her ar s, Another in her hand ;

’ to i ow And she s up the h ghest t er,

T o se e him come to land .

“ ome om m e son C up, c e up, y eld st ,

’ o o o e r o n se a— And l k y strand ,

’ And se e your father s n e w-come bride f Be ore sh e come to land .

om ow o me ow m mo C e d n , c d n , y ther

’ Come frae the castl e wa !

f if e I ear, langer ye stand ther , ’ ’ w f Ye ll let yoursel do n a .

An d sh e ow f h ow gaed d n , and art er d n,

’ H e r love s ship fo r to se e ; And the topmast and th e mai nmast i Sho ne like the s lve r free.

’ n ow f ow And she s ga e d n , and arther d n,

’ The bride s ship to be hold ; And the topmast and th e mai nmast i They sho ne just l ke the gold .

’ ’ She s ta en her seven sons i n her hand ; I wot sh e didna fail !

me t o om his i e She L rd Th as and br d ,

’ m r As they ca e o e the dale . ’ o w ome to o o o om Y u re elc y ur h use, L rd Th as ;

‘ ’ You re welcome to your land ;

’ o w om wi o f i Y u re elc e, th y ur a r lady,

That you lead by th e hand .

’ ’ o w om to o h a s Y u re elc e y ur , lady,

’ You re welcome to your bowers

’ o e we o me to o me Y u r lc y ur ha , lady,

’ ’ ° r Fo a that s he re i s yours .

n ie i I thank thee, A n ; I thank thee, Ann e ; Sae dearly as I than k thee !

’ o i to m i i Y u re the l kest y s ster Ann e,

i s e That ever I d d e .

’ m i out o r s a There ca e a kn ght e the e ,

’ And steal d my sister away ;

am sco u I in hi s o m The sh e p c pany,

’ An d land where e r he gae

a i o o She h ng a napk n at the d r,

’ An other in the ha ;

’ An d to wi i i a pe the tr ckl ng tears,

’ Sae fast as they di d fa .

And aye sh e serve d the lang tables With white bread and with wi ne ;

An d she dr th e wan w aye ank ater,

2 2 n hol d ce'e . T o had her co l our fi e . fi p

And aye sh e serve d th e lang tabl e s With white bread and with brown ;

sh e . tu rn e d o o And aye her r und ab ut,

Sae fast the te ars fe ll down . T T I SH ALLAD P E T R 72 S CO B O Y .

’ ’ h e s ow i i And ta en d n the s lk napk n , Hung on a silve r pin ; And aye he wipe s th e te ar trickli ng h Adown her c ee k and chi n .

’ u h im o o And aye he tur d r und ab ut,

mi m his m e n And s led a ang , “ i e ol d Says, L ke y best the lady,

’ Or her that s n e w come hame ?

we e m was When bells r rung, and ass sung,

’ me n o to And a b und bed, Lord Thomas and his n e w-c ome bride

’ T o the ir chambe r they were gaed .

i m h e r i fo ’ Ann e ade bed a l ttle rbye , T o hear what they might say ; ” ! f i i ie And ever alas a r Ann e cr d, “ That I sho uld se e this day !

Gin m e o n w e o y s ven s s ere s ven y ung rats,

’ i on th e wa Runn ng castle ,

’ An d w e m I ere a gr y cat ysel , w w ’ I soo n ould orry them a .

Gin my seve n so ns were seven yo ung

’ i o e r o n i Runn ng y l ly lea,

’ r - 3 e ho n d. w w o m g y u And I ere a gre h und ysel ,

’ o i Soo n w rr ed they a should be.

wae sad f i i sat And and a r Ann e , And dre ary was h e r sang ;

as sh e o And ever, s bbed and grat, “ Wae to the man that did the wrang ! FAI R ANN I E .

ow i s on i n ew- om i My g n , sa d the c e br de,

o o n m fe e My sh es are y t,

’ wi to f i i m And I ll a r Ann e s cha ber,

‘ ‘ make s h e r we e p. And se e what gars her greet .

h i w i f i i W at a ls ye, hat a ls ye, a r Ann e, That ye make sic a moan ?

z 2 h H as o wi th e irds oo s . y ur ne barrels cast g , p Or is your white bre ad go ne ?

’ 0 Wha w was o f h e i as t y ur at r, Ann e,

’ Or wh a was t was your mother ?

ou o n i i And had y y s ster, Ann e, Or had you o n y bro the r ?

T h e E O f m s was m f arl We ys y ather, The Counte ss of Wemyss my m other

’ fo o o And a the lk ab ut the h use,

T m i e o e we re s st r and brother.

I f th e E of m was o f arl We yss y ur ather, I wo t sae was he mi n e ;

’ it n o t for O ow And shall be lack g d,

3 h s lose . T at ye your l ove sall tyne .

’ For e n i 0 mi e ain I hav seve sh ps n ,

’ A l oade d to th e brim ;

’ ’ wi i e h e m to h e And I ll g t a t e ,

’ Wi f t hi n our o t ne e ldest so .

’ to ow i n But thanks a the p ers heaven, ” That I gae maiden hame ! S T T LL 74 CO I SH BA AD P OE T R Y .

K I N G H E N R I E .

i T h i o i o M f M rs. B o [ s p e ce was bta ne d by Sc tt fro m th e S . o r wn of F e him mi e o o e e om e i e alkland , l nt by Ja s n , c rr ct d fr a r c t d frag me I t e i h e mi e o i h i i o s nt . was aft rwards publ s d by Ja s n w t add t n o f i T h e e e e e m e T he M i e o f ir h s own . l g nd r s bl s arr ag S ’ ’ G i i e i n P e R e l i u es T he Wi e o f h awa n pr nt d rcy s g , f Bat s ” ’ T e i n h e th e o o f th e i h F o e i n G o e al C auc r , and st ry kn g t l r nt w r s on essi o A rn an ti s I t i s e e i e om th e A h i C f . appar ntly d r v d fr rt ur an “ ” romance cycl e o f Sir G awayn e (e dit e d fo r th e Bannatyne Club ir F e M o e e S . e A e h o e by r d add n , parall l st ry , w v r , app ars in th e I e i of H rOl fr Kraki e T o rfoeus c land c saga translat d by , ” in th e G e i e Ni h e an R i h fo T h uin n i e i n and a l c tal g g , nclud d ’ m e P o u l ar T al es o th e West H i h l ands I n mo o f Ca pb ll s p f g . st th e se ve rsio ns th e lady asks h e r be dfe llow wh e th e r h e will h ave h e r i o r i h o n his i i h e r h o o e for fa r by day by n g t , and b dd ng c s o h sh e e i e i h G me ! i e o u h e m e me us b t , r pl s w t , ra rcy s nc y av ad o e i I h be o h h s v re gn , s all b t nig t and day as I am

LET never man a-wooing wen d That lacketh thi ngis thre e ;

I ’ e n , ea h . rowth 0 o pl ty w lt A g ld, an Open heart,

’ ’ And fu o courte sy .

’ i was e n 0 i i And th s s e K ng Henr e,

i - “ sol tary. For he lay burd alane ;

’ ’ ’ An d h e h as him to e ta en a haunt d hunt s ha ,

Was seven miles frae a toun .

’ H e s e th e o woo chas d dun deer thr ugh the d,

roe o th e de n And the d un by ,

’ Till the fattest buck i n a the herd

King H e nrie he has slain .

6 T S L E T R 7 S CO T I H BA LAD P O Y .

w i his - ow 0 hen he k lled berry br n steed,

Wow in h is e was i ! , g h art sa r him ’ i She ate a up, sk n and bane,

Left naethi ng but hide and hair.

i m m i m i ie Ma r eat, a r eat, ye K ng Henr ,

’ ” Mair meat ye gi e to me !

’ ’ w me i i h o And hat at s th s use, lady,

’ ” That ye re na welcome tee ?

do o - o O ye slay y ur gude grey h unds,

’ And bring them a to me .

w e w his - o 0 h n he sle gude grey h unds,

Wow his was i ! , but heart sa r

’ ’ e m an e She s ate th a up, ane by ,

Left naething but hide and hair .

i me m i m i n n i Ma r at, a r eat, ye K g He r e,

’ ” Mair meat ye gi e to me !

' ’ ’ what me at s i i o l And th s h use, ady,

’ ’ ” That I ha e left to gi e ?

do fe o a o - w O ye ll y ur g y g ss ha ks, i ’ And br ng them a to me .

0 w fe his a o - w hen he lled g y g ss ha ks,

Wow h is was i ! , but heart sa r ’ m ’ She s ate the a up, bane by bane,

f i fe Le t naeth ng but athers bare.

“ om i om i in i S e dr nk, s e dr nk, ye K g Henr e, ’ ” S ome drink ye gi e to me ! '

R I N G H E N R I E .

’ ’ An d w a i i i o h t dr nk s th s h use, lady,

’ That ye re na we lcome tee ?

’ se w o o i O ye up y ur h rse s h de, i i ” And br ng i n a dr nk to me .

has w i i 0 he se ed up the blu dy h de, And put i n a pipe o f wi ne ;

’ it ae She drank a up at draught, f i Le t na a drap there n .

be d i i A , a bed, ye K ng Henr e,

’ ” A bed ye mak to m e !

’ ’ w i i o And hat s the bed th s h use lady ,

’ ” That ye re na welcome te e ?

’ m u e O ye aun p the gr en heather,

’ And mak a bed to m e .

’ has th e e O pu d he heath r green , And made to her a bed ;

’ h as a hi s a m And up he t en g y antle,

’ And o e r it he has spre ad .

“ Now w n ow w i i s ear, s ear, ye K ng Henr e, ” T o take m e fo r your bride ! ” G o d fo i i ie i O rb d, K ng Henr sa d,

’ That e er th e like be tide !

’ That e er the fie nd that wo ns i n hell

I m e ch . Should str e ak down by y side . str t 8 S T T I SH A LLAD E T R 7 CO B PO Y.

was om i was e When day c e, and n ght gan ,

’ An d sun o o th e the sh ne thr ugh ha ,

’ The fairest lady that e er was seen w ’ Lay atween him and th e a .

” w is m e ! i i i O eel K ng Henr e sa d,

’ ” H ow lang will this last wi me ?

’ o ut f i And and spak that lady a r,

“ ’ E e n till the day ye die .

’ For was witch d to I a ghastly shape , m m ’ i All by y stepda e s sk ll,

’ Till I should meet wi a courteous kn ight i ’ m ’ m wi Wad g e e a y ll . TH E W T R T A SI S E S .

T H E TWA S I ST E RS .

T hi has e e o e m i e B in n ori e [ s ballad b n kn wn und r any t tl s , ” ’ T h e e Si e T h e M i e th e Ki D h e Cru l st r , ll r and ng s aug t r , ’ ” ” T he o i e o 0 Lo o Si e e Si e B nn B ws nd n , st r , d ar st r , and ” T h e D o e L A e i o o f i t h as e e i n e r wn d ady . v rs n app ar d n arly e e o e io i e 1 6 6 h e P o e o hi it v ry ballad c ll ct n s nc 5 , w n , says r f ss r C ld , i o i R i aul t I i e r mb . t s i o n e D . o was pr nt d a br ads d by st ll p pular, n o t o h o h o th e U i e Ki om h o h o E o nly t r ug ut n t d ngd , but t r ug ut ur pe , and th e l e arn e d e dito r alre ady re fe rre d to cit e s co llate ral narrative s m - o f A h T he e o i h v e r fro th e fo lk lo re fri ca and C ina . fin st Sc tt s i o o f s o n i s th at take n down fro m th e re citatio n o f M rs. Br wn F hi h i e mi e o i h e me io i n alkland , w c was pr nt d by Ja s n w t ndat ns his P o u l a r a l l ads it h as e e i e e o f h e e P o p B ; b n pr nt d cl ar t s by r f. i i m o h i n h o i s th e h e e o o e . C ld , and t s f r c py r f ll w d I n th e No rw e gian ve rsio ns th e harpe r sings his inte llige nce at th e i o f th e e e i e wh o he r e e i i o e e i s br dal ld r s st r, , cru lty b ng d sc v r d ,

i e th e i e oom e to th e h e e e . d scard d by br d gr , and s nt w l and stak ]

E E was twa i in owe TH R s sters a b r,

E in E i ! d burgh, d nburgh

e was twa i in ow Th re s sters a b er, Stirli ng for aye !

e was twa i i n ow Ther s sters a b er,

e m i to i woo Th re ca e a kn ght be the r er, B onnie Sai nt J ohn ston stands upo n Tay l

’ H e courted th e elde st wi glove an d ri ng ;

’ But h e l oved th e younge st above a thi ng.

’ He courted the e lde st wi brooch and kn ife ; i But l ove d the younge st as hi s l fe .

e e sh e was e i The ld st vex d sa r, i i And much envied her s ster fa r. A D P E TR S CO T TI SH B LLA O Y.

Intil h e r bower sh e couldna rest ;

’ I burst . Wi grief and spite sh e almo st brast

m in f i Upon a orn g a r and clear, She cried upo n her sister dear

i ome to o n se a— Oh, s ster, c y strand,

’ And se e our father s ships come to land .

’ ’ n h e r mi -w i She s ta e by the lk h te hand,

- An d l e d her d own to yon se a strand .

o e o o o n e The y ung st st d up n a sta ,

T h e eldest came and threw her i n .

’ oo h e r mi sma She t k by the ddle ,

’ ’ w e av . And dash d her bo nnie back to the jaw .

i i ’ m O s ster, s ster, tak y hand,

’ ’ ’ And I se mak you heir to a my land .

0 i i ’ m mi s ster, s ster, tak y ddle, ’ t m w m And ye se ge y go d and y go wden girdle.

i i e e m if O s ster, s st r, sav y l e,

’ ’ we I se e n a And I s ar nev r be e man s wife .

’ ’ o fa h o F ul the hand that I s uld tak ,

’ ’ twai ne d a ed . , rt 3 m war 4 p I t s twi ned me and y l d s maik . m e at .

o ow i Y ur cherry cheeks and yell ha r,

n m i e f r e ve rmair Gars me ga g a d n o .

om im she om im sh e w m S et es sank, s et es s a ,

m w n i - Till sh e ca e do n yo bo n n e mill dam . T H E T WA SI S TE R S .

’ out it ame mi son Oh, c the ller s ,

’ m n An d saw the fair maid sou i in .

f f e w o dam O ather, ath r, dra y ur

’ Here s eithe r a mermaid o r a swan .

h mi i r w th e dam T e ller qu ckly d e ,

And there he found a dro wned woman .

u o se e h e r ow i Y o c uldna yell ha r,

w s For gold and pearl that ere o rare.

’ se mi sma Y ou couldna e her ddle ,

For gowden girdle that was sae braw.

u o n se e h e r w i Y o c uld a fingers h te,

ll r ie e rea . For gowden rings th at was sae gr yte rg , g t

m a By there ca e a h rper fine,

‘ That harped to th e ki ng at di ne .

w oo o And hen he l ked that lady up n,

H e i m a m o . s ghed, and ade a he vy an

’ ’ ’ H e s r e o 0 ow i ta en th e l cks her yell ha r, ’ hi And wi them strung s harp sae fair .

T h e first tune he did play and sin g ‘ ’ Was Farewell to my father the ki ng !

T h e n e xtin tune that he playe d syne ‘ ’ Was Far ewe ll to my mother the queen !

T h e lasten tune that h e playe d then ‘ ’ Was to i f i E l ! Wae my s ster, a r l en 8 2 S T T I SH ALLAD E T R CO B PO Y.

C L E R K SA U N D E RS .

[No twithstanding sugge stio ns of parall e ls i n Scandinavi an and “ o h e o - o e S e i n i ts e e i i i s t r f lk s ng, Cl rk aund rs ss nt al part culars i o e Ve io of i t h e e e a ballad be long ng to Sc tland alo n . rs ns av b n

i e S o mie o M o h e e Ki o h h . pr nt d by c tt , Ja s n , t rw ll , nl c , and Buc an ’ m i o m T h i n H e M S. o h h S e e e his o at rd s , fr w c c tt ndat d c py , ” b o i e e th e e No hi mie o must e c ns d r d b st . t ng, says Ja s n , “ could have be e n be tte r imagine d than th e ci rcumstance of killing Cle rk Saund e rs whi le hi s mistre ss was asl e e p ; no r can anything be mo re natural o r path e tic than th e thre e stanzas that f o T h e mi h h e h m e h o e o me o f o e o ll w . y g t av c ar d a w l v lu bad p try ” i im T h e i s h e e i e om the aga nst th e ravage s o f t e . ballad r pr nt d fr e i o i n H e o th e o i e e i ie om the first v rs n rd , nly l st l n s b ng suppl d fr s e cond ve rsio n o f th e same e dit o r . ]

CLER K SAUN DERS an d May Margaret

o w on e e e Walked er y grav lled gr n,

An d sad was o and heavy the l ve,

wat i t f i twa we . I , ell th s bet en

i A bed, a bed, Clerk Saunders sa d, ” for ou me ! A bed, a bed y and ” n o f e n o i Fye , y , the lady sa d, “ m i Until the day we arr ed be .

r i n it wi om m o Fo ll c e y seven br thers,

’ And a their torche s . burn i ng bright ;

’ ‘ ’ e sa ae i Th y ll y, We ha e but s ster,

’ ’ ’ ” And here she s lying wi a knight l

S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y

me e o In and ca her sev n br thers,

i o i i And all the r t rches burn ng br ght, “ ’ ha e ae i e Says they, We but s st r,

’ ’ And se e there she s lying wi a knight.

of m Out and speaks the first the , “ ’ I wat they ha e been love rs dear .

of m Out and speaks the next the ,

“ ’ ” They ha e been in l ove this mony a year.

i o f m Out and speaks the th rd the , “ w i w It e re great s n this twa to t ain .

t e th e fo of m O u and sp aks urth the , “ It were a sin to kill a sleepi ng man .

th e f O f m Out and speaks fi th the , ’ “ ’ ’ wat be twaine d m I they ll ne er by e .

e th e i of m Out and sp aks s xth the ,

’ ’ our ae We ll tak leave and g o ur way.

e o f m Out and sp aks the seventh the , “ o w n o man me Alth ugh there ere a but , I bear the brand i nto my hand

i ar Shall qu ckly g Clerk Saunders dee.

’ h as i o n Out he ta en a br ght l g brand,

has i i t o w And he str ped thr ugh the stra ,

’ And through and through Cle rk Saunders body

’ has i I wat he gar d cold ro n gae . LE R K SA UN D E R S C .

’ Saunders h e started and Marg ret sh e lapt

i his m w sh e Int l ar s, here lay ;

w wel l some was i And ell and the n ght,

wat it was w n w . I , bet ee these t ae

An d they lay still and sleeped sound Until th e day began to daw ;

i i him sh e did sa And k ndly t ll y, “ ’ I t s im o w awa. t e, true l ve, ye ere

They lay still and sleeped s ound Until the sun began to shi ne ; ’ o o w e n wa She l ked bet e her and the ,

An d dull and heavy were hi s een .

h h n o om w S e t ought it had bee a l aths e s eat,

wat it f n i twa w I , had alle th s bet een ; But it was the blo o d of his fair body ;

n I wat hi s life days were na la g.

’ do for o O Saunders, I ll y ur sake

‘ x What other ladies woul dn a thole ; e ndur e . Wh en seven years is come and gon e

’ ’ Th e re s ne er a shoe go on my sole .

’ 0 I ll do for o Saunders, y ur sake

h o i h i m i W at ther lad es would t nk a r, When seven years i s come and go ne

’ ’ The re s n e ei a comb go i n my hair. AD P E T R S CO T T I SH BALL O Y.

’ do for o O Saunders, I ll y ur sake

o e i wo i What th r lad es uld th nk lack , When seven ye ars i s co me and go n e

’ ‘ ” I ll wear n ought but dowie black .

T h e bells gaed cli nking through the town

T o e o to carry the d ad c rpse the clay, i h i ’ And, s g ng, says her, May Marg ret,

’ ” I wat I bide a dul e fu day .

om f In and c e her ather dear,

’ 2 cam i i n ftl care full . y, y Canny he stepp ng ; “ o o m o Says, Haud y ur t ngue, y d chter dear, ’ * What need ye mak si c heavy mene 3 ?

o o m o e Haud y ur t ngue, y d cht r dear, Let all your mourn ing a be ;

’ o e to I ll carry the dead c rps the clay, ’ m And I ll co e back and co mfort thee .

omfo w o e o C rt ell y ur s ven s ns, For co mforted will I n e ve r be ; For it was n e ither lo rd n o r l oun

’ wa i n w i That s bo e r last n ght wi me .

’ ’ T he im e e i n H e i s o m e e om Ki o h stanza , p rf ct rd s , c pl t d fr nl c s io ve rs n . W FE F H E ’ W L TH E I O US R S E L .

’ T H E W I F E O F U S H E R S W E L L .

[T h e o nly o riginal ve rsio n of this strange and po we rful ballad ’ appeare d i n Sco tt s M i n str e l sy of the Bor de r . ]

’ E E i wife e TH R l ved a at Ush r s Well , An d a wealthy wife was sh e ;

o w o She had three st ut and stal art s ns,

’ An d sent them o e r the se a.

e e we e f o m Th y hadna be n a k r her,

w e e A e k but bar ly ane, When word came back to the carl in e I wife

That her three so ns were gane.

n e n w f om They had a be a eek r her,

w e e A eek but bar ly thr e, When word came to the carli ne wife

’ That her so ns she d never se e .

wi wi ma I sh the nd y never cease,

Nor f 2 in th e oo ”mum‘s ashes fl d,

i m e o om m o me T ll y thr e s ns c e ha e t , ” In earthly flesh and bl oo d !

f o i m It ell ab ut the Mart n as,

e i mi Wh n n ghts are lang and rk,

’ ’ in e wif o cam m The carl e s three s ns ha e,

’ 3 e i w 0 i . 3 And th r hats ere the b rk birch . . S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y.

i w i n s ke I n or i It ne ther gre y d tch,

’ rench fu ow. Nor in o n t , rr yet y sheugh ;

’ 0 i But at the gates Parad se,

That birk grew fair eneugh .

ow m m i e ! Bl up the fire, y a d ns Bri ng water from the we ll !

’ For m o f i i a y h use shall east th s n ght,

Since my three so ns are well .

sh e has m to m And ade the a bed,

’ She s made it large and wide ;

’ ’ e m n o And sh s ta en her a tle her ab ut,

own e i Sat d at the b ds de .

as

w o Up then cre the red red c ck, And up and crew the gray ; to o i The eldest the y ungest sa d, im w T is t e e we re away .

’ o c raw d The c ck he hadna but ance,

’ h i s wi And clapped ngs at a ,

o e to i When the y ung st the eldest sa d,

’

o we m awa . Br ther, ust

o o w o daw The c ck d th cra , the day d th ,

’ e in 3 fr tt g. The c h ann e rin wo rm doth chide ;

’ G in we mi e o ut 0 our be ss d place,

4 mus ide . t ab A sair pain we maun bide .

w m mo ! Fare ye eel , y ther dear Fare we e l to barn and byre !

nd f w o i A are ye eel , the b n n e lass m ’ ” That kindles my other s fire. T C O S P A R I C K.

” U e h i fe e i e o h e Lo B e n ' ill [ nd r suc d f r nt t tl s as B t w ll , rd , “ ” “ ’ “ Lo D i w W e e e Si e we e e Se e G il rd ng all , w r st rs , w r v n , “ ” B e o o s atri ck i h iffe e e i o of hi r nt n , and C p , e g t d r nt v rs ns t s h e e i T h e e ar e h o e i e o m th e ballad av b e n pr nte d . fin st t s pr nt d fr mie -B M o ie o o S. P o e o hi S h Ja s n r wn by r f ss r C ld , and by c tt c fly ’ om the e i io of hi s mo h e i e M i h i i R he fr r c tat n t r s s st r , ss C r st an ut r o of hi h th e is h e e o o e . D i h S e i h f rd , w c last r f ll w d an s and w d s ve rsio ns o f th e ballad are also w e ll kn o wn unde r th e title s o f “ ” “ I n e fre d o R iddar e I t h as e e g g G udrun e and O ll . b n sugge st e d by P ro fe sso r Child that th e ide a o f th e tale may have ” e i e m th i i l d be n d e r v d fro e anc e nt romance o f T r stan and I so . I t is he o i e h o e e h th e i i io of rat r p ss bl , w v r , t at br dal subst tut n B re n wain th e i h for h e r mi e i n h o ma h e g br g t str ss , t at st ry , y av e e e e th e i i e o f th e o o e e i mo e b n sugg st d by nc d nt ballad , f lkl r b ng r i e h om e C o s atrick omes P atr i ci u s th e anc nt t an r anc . p ( C ) was i me o f th E anc e nt na e arl of D unbar. ]

’ C O SP AT R I C K h as sent o e r the fae m C ospatrick brought his lady hame

’ fo o i om wi And ursc re sh ps have c e her ,

th n w The lady by e gree oo d tree .

’ ’ ’ we w w wi There re t al and t al baken bread,

’ ’ ’ w w wi ow sae i And t al and t al g d re d,

’ ’ ’ I I w w wi boute d o o ed. And t al and t al fl ur, b lt

’ ’ ’ An d w w i h t al and t al w t e paramour.

’ w i was wi ow son S eet W lly a d s , And at her stirrup h e did run ;

’ 3 sh e was in ich c o h. And clad the finest pall , r l t

sh l f But aye e e t the te ars down all . S T T I SH ALLAD E T R CO B PO Y.

O is your saddle se t awry ? Or rides your steed for you ower high ?

ou mo i i n o i Or are y urn ng, y ur t de,

’ That you suld be C ospatrick s bride ?

am n ot mo i i i I urn ng, at th s t de,

’ That I suld be C o spatrick s bride ; But I am sorrowi ng i n my mood

That I suld leave my m other good .

bo om to me But, gentle y, c e tell , ” What i s the custom o f thy countrie ? “ T he om of m m cust there , y da e, he says,

i ill e W ll a gentle lady pleas .

’ i n e has our o w Seven k g s daught rs l rd edded,

’ An d seve n ki ng s daughters h as our l ord bedded ;

’ h e s i f i - But cutted the r breasts rae the r breast bane, m And sent them mourn ing ha e again .

’ ’ in o o m i Yet, g y u re sure that y u re a a d, Ye may gae safe ly to his be d ;

’ if 0 be n a e But g that ye sur ,

’ i o m m 0 o ow Then h re s e da sel y ur b er .

’ owe -m i The lady s called her b r a den, That waiting was into her trai n ;

’ ’ i o m i e to e F ve th usand erks I ll g the ,

T i n i i m f r o sleep th s ght w th y l ord o me .

W w n m was ‘ hen bells ere ru g, and ass sayne ,

’ An d me n o be d we e a unt re gan ,

os atri ck o ie m i C p and the b n n a d, w Into a chamber they ere laid .

2 T I ALL D P E R 9 S CO T SH B A O T Y.

’ f on mme f oo It ell a su r s a tern n ,

’ W o ur oi om was o hen a t ls e task d ne, We cast the kevils ‘ us amang

n T o se e which suld to the gre enwood ga g.

o ! for was o Oh n alas, I y ungest, And aye my weird 2 it was the hardest !

’ i it on m did fa The kev l e ,

’ Whilk was the cause o f a my woe .

For to wo m n ae the green od I au g ,

’ T o pu the red rose and the slae

’ T o u o e m p the red r s and the thy e,

’ T o deck my mother s bower an d mi ne .

’ ow I hadna pu d a fl er but ane, e n e m n g tl a . n m e 3 Whe by there ca e a gallant h nde ,

o ’ ’ ’ low c ut h oe s. s Wi i - ll i -c oll oo 4 h gh co d ho se and la gh d sh n , And he seemed to be some ki ngis son ;

An d be mai o r I a d, be I nae,

’ He kept me there till the clo se 0 day

m i or n And be I a a d, be I ane,

me i was o He kept there t ll the day d ne .

’ ’ ae me o 0 hi s e ow i He g a l ck y ll ha r, And bade me kee p it e ve rmair ;

’ ne c lace . ae me carkn e t 5 o o i k He g a b nn e beads, m i And bade e keep it aga nst my needs .

ae to me a o i He g a g y g ld r ng,

’ And bade me keep it abune a thing.

’ did wi o What ye the t kens rare, That ye gat frae that gallant there ? C O SP A TR I CK

in o ffe o me 0 br g that c r unt ,

’ And a the tokens ye sall se e .

“ ' Now our bowe r wi i stay, daughter, y th n,

’ While I gae parley wi my son .

’ ’ she h as o 0 ta en her thr ugh the ha , And on her son began to ca

’ What did ye wi the bo nnie beads I bade you keep agai nst your needs ?

’ What did you wi the gay gold ring

’ I bade you keep abune a thing ?

ae m to a I g the a lady g y,

in wo on I me t green o d a day .

’ ’ wo i e m ball s ow But I uld g a y and t ers, I had that lady within my bowers

’ wad i e m if But I g y very l e, w f I had that lady to my i e.

’ Now m son o h a s owe keep, y , y ur and t rs,

‘ Ye have that bright burd I in your bowers damsel

e m so n o e if And ke p, y , y ur v ry l e,

Y e have that lady to your wife.

Now or mo was om , a nth c e and gane, The lady bare a bon nie son ;

’ w w e w i n on his a - And t as e l r tte bre st bane,

’ ” i m f e n m C ospatri ck s y ath r s a e.

row m in i i 0 y lady sat n and s lk,

An w m son i n m in mi d ash y the orn g lk . T L A D 94 S CO TI SH BA L P OE T R Y.

P WY N E K E M O .

[T al e s o f e nch antme nt i n which l ove ly maid e ns or brave yo uths r o o me ime i n o h o me h e i h e be se t a e h e ld b und , s t s l at s s ap s , t ll t y ’ e e mo i ar e mi i i n th e o o e o f th e o h e fr by a rtal s k ss , fa l ar f lkl r n rt rn i T h e o o f e th e B e th e Le e o f nat o ns . st ry B auty and ast , and g nd th e B i R o e i o e o to th e mi o f th e e e . r ar s , w ll at nc ccur nd r ad r i n th o man f h O n e Similar e piso d e s w e re commo n e r ce s o c ivalry . o f h e e th e e e o f B r andim ar te i s i e S o om t s , adv ntur , c t d by c tt fr I mo o imi e i o e in e e o h e th e O rlando na rat , and s lar p s d s s v ral t r Amo romance s are adduce d by P ro fe sso r Child . ng ballads e o h i i e th e mo i o o o i i ar e Ke m bas d up n t s d a , st v g r us and r g nal p “ Ke m O w n e e i e e O wyn e and Aliso n G ro ss . p y was b l v d Si r W e S o who i e i t fo r th e ime to be i e by alt r c tt , pr nt d first t , ts lf an o l d me tri cal romance d e grad e d by th e we ar and t e ar O f time into a ballad ; and i ts fragme ntary c o nditi on se e m s to suppo rt M o h e e o i e e th w n o f th e such a hypoth e sis . t rw ll c ns d r d e O y e to be O i a U i e i o f R e e d wh o e e ballad wa n p r n , k ng g , was c l brate d th e T al ie ssin Ll warch -H e n e i n by bards and y , as w ll as th e W e h h i o i T i . Si r Ewe in we o on e o f ls st r cal r ads , kn w , was th e i h o f th e R o T e o i to Si r G i kn g ts und abl , c us n awa n , and * imi n e ph e w to King Arthur himse lf. A s lar le ge nd to th at o f ” “ Ke mp O wyn e fo rms th e subj e ct o f T h e Laidl e y W o rm o f ” S i n dl e ston -h e h hi h e o o the p ug , a ballad w c was v ry p pular up n o e i n e io o m o e o r e r e - i e th e B rd rs a v rs n c p s d , at l ast wr tt n , by “ m o h m T h e v M r . L o f N . e e io o f Ke m R e . a b r a b st v rs n p O wyn e i s th at print e d by Buchan i n hi s Bal l ads of the N or th of S cotl and I t i s th e e io h e e o o e . v rs n r f ll w d . ]

H ER m o e ie w e sh e was o th r d d h n y ung, Which gave he r cause to make great moan ; H e r fathe r married the warst woman

i in i e om That ever l ved Chr st nd .

She served h e r with foot and hand

i she o In every th ng that c uld dee, Till o nce in an unlucky time

’ w in owe rai She thre her r C gy s se a.

* M e r l i n or T h e E ar H i stor o Ki n r h r E ; , ly y f g A t u . arly e i English T xt Soc e ty .

S CO T TI SH BA LLAD P OE T R Y

wi wi sh e m o And th a s ng ca e ab ut,

’ C ome to C raigy s sea and kiss with me .

i s o i she i Here a r yal r ng, sa d, That I have found i n the green sea ;

w i o e it i s o n And h le y ur fing r ,

wn o oo Dra shall y ur bl d never be,

if ou o me i o r But y t uch , ta l fin,

I swear my ring your death shall be .

in i He stepped , gave her a k ss,

’ The royal ring h e brought h im wi

was i was Her breath strang, her ha r lang And twisted ance about the tree ;

wi wi sh e m o And th a s ng ca e ab ut, “ i ’ Come to C ra gy s se a and kiss with me .

is o sh e i Here a r yal brand, sa d, That I have fo und i n the gr een sea ;

A n d w i o o it i s o n h le y ur b dy ,

Drawn shall your bl oo d n e ve r be.

if ou o m e i o r But y t uch , ta l fin,

I swear my brand your death shall be .

i n i He stepped , gave her a k ss,

’ The royal brand he brought him wi

was we e h e r i w o Her breath s t, ha r gre sh rt, And twisted nane about the tre e ; And smili ngly sh e came about

As fair a woman as fair could be . R S ALI S ON G OS .

A L I S O N G RO S S .

T hi o m o i io hi h f o o o i i o of on e [ s c p s t n , w c a f rds a g d llustrat n o m o f th e i h e i io of th e M i e A e f r w tc craft sup rst t ns ddl g s , was print e d by Jamie so n i n hi s P opu l ar Bal l ads and S ongs fro m f F P i i io f M r B o o . o e o h i e the re c tat n o s. r wn alkland r f ss r C ld c t s as paralle ls a G re e k tale in which a ne re i d transfo rms h e r nu willi ng l o ve r into a snake until h e sh all find ano th e r love as fair as sh e ; also ce rtain D anish and N o rwe gian fo lkso ngs i n which e e hi - o m e m i are o me to o e om lv s , ll tr lls , and r a ds transf r d l v ly w an h oo d by th e bre aking O f Spe ll s ]

G R oss i in ou ow O ALISON , that l ves y t er,

’ i wi i o o i The ugl est tch the n rth c untr e,

x e d me t e me I ae i h e r ow s She tryst d day up t ll b er, gg; h m m And mo ny fair speech s e ade to e .

’ Sh e ik m sh e kaim d m i stra ed y head, and y ha r, And sh e se t me down saftly o n h e r knee ; “ Gin wi be m m sae Says, ye ll y le an true,

’ ” w hi n as wi u i Sae mo ny bra t gs I ll yo g e .

’ h ow me m e 0 re d e She s ed a antl scarl t,

’ Wi gowde n flowers an d fri nge s fin e ; “ Gin wi be m m sae Says, ye ll y le an true, i This goo dly gift it Shall be th n e .

’ ’ Awa awa wi , , ye ugly tch,

2 ’ 2 far awa l e t me be o d. Haud , and ; H l

e wi o e m sae e I n ver ll be y ur l an tru ,

' ’ And I wish I were out 0 your company . H W S T T S A D P E T R CO I H B LLA O Y .

’ n i o O f e i She e st br ught a sark the sa t st s lk,

’ Weel wrought wi pearls about the ban d ; “ Gin wi m ain o e Says, ye ll be y true l v , if mm ” This goodly g t ye shall co and .

ow me of oo re d ow She sh ed a cup the g d g d,

’ Weel se t wi jewels sae fair to se e ; “ Gin wi m m sae Says, ye ll be y le an true,

t) This goodly gift I will you g1 e .

’ ’ Awa awa wi , , ye ugly tch ,

’ far awa an d me Haud , let be ;

For w n i o mo I adna a ce k ss y ur ugly uth,

’ ’ ” F r th e if o i o a g ts that ye c uld g e .

’ i o o She s turned her r cht and r und ab ut, And thrice she bl e w o n a grass -green horn ;

sh e w th e moo And s are by n and the stars aboon,

’ ar me m e was That she d g the day I born .

’ out she i w Then has ta en a s lver and,

’ An d she s turn e d h e r three time s round and round

’ She s muttere d sic words that my strength it failed;

f ow e o n And I ell d n sens less up n the grou d .

‘ ’ ’ e i e . me i o wo m r pt l She s turned nt an ugly r ,

’ An d gar d me to ddle about the tree ;

a e o n i . i And y lka Saturday n ght,

i o o sh e m to me Auld Al s n Gr ss ca e ,

’ Wi i e in i aim s lv r bas , and s lver k , T o kaim my he adie upon her kne e ;

2 3 er e o r i m o . But I had k ssed her ugly uth,

’ ’ o for o I d ha e t ddled ever ab ut the tree.

T TI H A D P E T R S CO S B LLA O Y .

’ L H R Y AN T H E LAS S O O C .

Loch r an hi h i e its me to hi i s o [ y , w c g v s na t s ballad , a narr w i e of th e se a o e e o i hi hi h nl t , surr und d by g ntly sl p ng lls , w c runs southward from th e I rish Channe l int o Wigton shi re th e littl e e o f i i i ts i e e n d e e s ap rt o Stranrae r be ng S tuate d at nn r . S v ral i h Ai B i o i i th e e m i slands , suc as lsa and g Scaur , c nta n ng r a ns of o e o f hi h mi h h e e e h o f Lo G e o t w rs , any w c g t av b n t at rd r g ry , i n th e e i h o i e mi e o o e h h e h ad stand n g b ur ng s as . Ja s n n t s t at M o hi e e h e bo h e hi h e i n e . fr qu ntly , w n a y, ard t s ballad c ant d rays r I t h as e e i e e io i e h F i I e o f b n pr nt d und r var us t tl s , suc as a r sab l ” ” Lo h R o Lo e G e o i n th e o e i o of m c yall and v r g ry , c ll ct ns any

e i o . O f the e io h o e e h i e S o om d t rs v rs ns , w v r , t at pr nt d by c tt fr ’ w o i i n H M th o M rs o o f F t o e e S . e . c p s rd s , c py by Br wn alkland , two o h e o i e om e i io i s o e the e and t rs bta n d fr r c tat n , at nc b st

o th e e th e mo o m e e . I t i s the e io kn wn , fin st , and st c pl t v rs n V ma be i e V l t h e e o o e . I t me o h o co t r f ll w d y nt n d t at Burns , , and Jami e so n h ave e ach writt e n po e ms upo n th e subj e ct o f the A i e o m o i io th e e e o f th e o e e i ballad . dupl cat c p s t n , s x s l v rs b ng ’ ” i e h e i s we l l o T h e M o he M i o T he nt rc ang d , kn wn as t r s al s n , ” D o e Lo e Wi ie M a r wn d v rs , and ll and y

0 W H A will shoe my bonnie foot ? And wh a will gl ove my hand ? s I mall . And wh a will lace my middl e jimp Wi ’ i ? a lang, lang l nen band

0 wha will kaim my yell ow hair With a n e w-made silve r kaim ?

wha wi f m o son And ll ather y y ung , Till Lord Gre gory come hame ? ’ T H E LASS O L O C H R YA N .

T h f wi o bo i foo y ather ll sh e thy nn e t,

T h mo wi o y ther ll gl ve thy hand,

i wi mi i m Thy s ster ll lace thy ddle j p, i m T ll Lord Gregory co e to land.

T hy brothe r will kaim thy yellow hair

i n e w-m i im W th a ade s lver ka ,

’ And G od will be thy bairn s father i ” T ll Lord Gregory come hame.

' I wi e t ie o But ll g a bo nn b at, And I will sail the sea ;

wi to o o And I ll gang L rd Greg ry,

Si nce he canna co me hame to me .

’ ’ Syne sh e s gar d build a bo nnie boat

T o i se a sa l the salt, salt ;

’ i we e 0 i i The sa ls r the l ght green s lk,

I ’ H o e The tows o taffe ty . p s.

i e w She hadna sa l d but t enty leagues, w But t enty leagues and three,

’ sh e me t wi o When a rank r bber, ’ m An d a hi s co pany .

’ Now w e n h ther are ye the quee hersel ,

For so w e mi be ( ye e l ght , ) Or are ye the Lass o f Lo chryan

’ Se ekin Lord Grego ry ?

0 am i h e th e e e sh e i I ne t r qu n , sa d, “ No r sic m to L I see be ; But I am the Lass o f Loch ryan

’ ” kin Se e Lord Grego ry . 1 02 S T T I SH ALLAD P E T R CO B O Y .

0 se e o on o i ow na th u y b nn e b er,

’ ’ ’ ’ I t s a covered o e r wi tin ?

o i it o o When th u hast sa led r und ab ut,

Lord Grego ry i s withi n .

And when sh e saw the stately to wer

i i sae i Sh n ng clear and br ght,

i oo oo awin I w Wh lk st d ab n the j g ave,

i o n o of i Bu lt a r ck he ght,

“ R o w o m m i Says, the b at, y ar ners, And bring me to the land !

’ For yo nde r I se e my l ove s castle

Cl ose by the salt se a strand .

i it o an d i it o She sa led r und, sa led r und,

o o i sh e And l ud, l ud cr ed “ Now n o w b f i m break, reak, ye a ry char s, ” And se t my true l ove free !

’ ’ a o so n i n h e r m She s t en her y ung ar s,

’ And to the door she s gan e

’ o sh e o i sh e And l ng kn cked, and sa r ca d,

w h e But ans er got s nane .

o th e oo o o ! 0 pe n d r, L rd Greg ry 0 open and l e t m e i n !

r th e wi w o m ow i Fo nd bla s thr ugh y yell ha r,

’ ” r And the rain draps o e my chin .

’ ’ Awa awa ill wom ! , , ye an

’ Ye re n o come here for good !

’ me wi o r wil w oc ’ Ye re but so tch, arl k ,

’ Or mermaid o the flood .

R 1 04 S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T Y .

’ Fair Annie turn d her round abo ut

! i i t sae Weel s nce that be ,

e w m h as o son May n ver a o an that b rne a ,

’ ’ ’ H a e a he art sae fu o wae !

’ e o w ow m o ow ! Tak d n , take d n that ast g d

’ Set up a mast o tree ! It do e sn a beco me a forsaken lady

T i sa r alli o sa l e oy e .

o w did w When the c ck had cra n , and the day da n,

sun e to And the b gan peep,

i him o o Then up and ra se L rd Greg ry, i i i w d d . And sa r, sa r he eep

’ m m mo O I ha e drea ed a drea , ther, I wish it may prove true ! That the bo nnie Lass of Loch ryan

’ t I n w Was at the ye t e en o .

’ ’ dre am d m m o O I ha e a drea , ther,

’ ? rakes me wee p . T h e tho ught o t gars me greet ! That fair Annie of Loc h ryan

Lay cauld dead at my fe et.

Gin it be for Annie of Lo chryan

’ e m e i din That y ak a th s ,

’ oo i o oo She st d a last n ght at y ur d r,

But I trow sh e wan na in .

wae i ill wom ! O bet de ye, an An ill de ath m ay ye dee !

w o oo to That adna pen the d r her,

Nor yet wad waken me . ’ T H E L ASS O L O C H R YAI V.

’ O h e s gane down to you sh o re side As fast as h e could fare ;

saw f i i i n o He a r Ann e the b at,

But the win d it to ssed her sair .

An d i an d h ow n n i ! hey, Ann e, , A e

‘ b d arr 0 n i win n a i q t y. A n e, a ye m i i i But aye the a r he cr ed Ann e,

The braide r grew the tide .

n i an d h ow i ! And hey, A n e, , Ann e ” Dear Annie speak to me !

o i n n i But aye the l uder he cr ed A e,

T h e loude r roared the se a.

wi w o se a w o The nd ble l ud, the gre r ugh, And dashed the boat o n sh ore ;

i n i h th e f m Fa r A n e floated t rough ae ,

But the baby rose n o more .

o o o h is ow i L rd Greg ry t re yell ha r, And made a heavy moan ;

’ i n i o hi s f Fa r A n e s c rpse lay at eet,

H e r bon nie yo ung son was gon e.

h e e was 0 c rry, ch rry her cheek, And gowden was her hair ; But clay- cold we re h e r rosy lips

’ Nae spark 0 life was there.

An d i first he k ssed her cherry cheek,

An d i i syne he k ssed her ch n, And syne he kisse d her rosy lips

There was n ae breath within . 1 T LL R 06 S CO T I SH BA AD P OE T Y.

‘ O wae betide my cruel mother ! An ill death m ay sh e dee !

m f m oo She turned y true l ove rae y d r,

’ Wha cam sae far to me .

O wae betide my cru e l mother ! An il l death may sh e dee !

f i i f m oo She turned a r Ann e rae y d r,

’ Wha died for l ove 0 me .

1 08 S T T I SH ALLAD P E T R CO B O Y.

Whe re shall I ge t a bo n n ie boy

wi win o oo That ll h se and sh n ,

’ ’ wi ae to o That ll g L rd Barnard s ha , And bid h is lady come ?

m ri n m e i i And ye aun y rrand, W ll e ;

’ And ye may rin wi pride ;

o o ae on i foo When ther b ys g the r t, i On horseback ye shall r de .

n o oh n o m m ! Oh , , y aster dear

e n a for m if I dar , y l e ;

’ ’ I ll n o gae to th e bauld baro n s ' ” F r f hi f o to tryst o rth s wi e .

i i i m bo i i My b rd, W ll e, y y, W ll e,

e i i he i My d ar W ll e, sa d ; H ow can ye strive agai nst the stream ?

r Fo I shall be obeyed .

o h m m i But , y aster dear, he cr ed,

’ In green wood ye re your lane ;

’ ’ G i e o e r sic th ochts wo e ’ , I uld ye red ,

’ For fear ye should be ta en .

’ sa ae to Haste, haste, I y, g the ha ,

’ B id her come he re wi spe ed ;

I f e f m i o mm y re use y h gh c and,

’ ar I ll g your body bleed .

G ae bid hi a m e , her take t s g y antl

’ ’ T is a go wd but the h e m ;

B id om to th e e woo her c e gude gre n d, e lf al one i e ’ And br ng nan but her lane . L R I E GI M O C .

e it is i And th re , a s lken sark, Her ain hand se we d the sleeve ;

bid om to Gil o i And her c e M r ce,

’ ” i o Spe r nae bauld bar n s leave .

Y e s wi ae o , I ll g y ur black errand Though it be to your co st ;

i me wi w n S nce ye by ll na be ar ed,

’ ‘ in uw as bv I n it ye shall find frost . j rost.

’ o h e s man of mi The bar n a ght,

’ o i to He ne er c uld b de taunt,

’ As wi se e fo it s n i ye ll be re ght,

’ ’ H ow sma ye ha e to vaunt .

’ Sin m o rin And I aun y ur errand , i i m wi Sae sa r aga nst y ll ,

’ ’ I se mak vow it ow a , and keep tr ,

It shall be do n e for ill .

And when he came to broken brig He bent his bow and swam ;

w h e me to owi n And hen ca grass gr g,

ow hi s fe an Set d n et d ran .

’ ’ w m to n And hen he ca e Bar ard s ha , ’ “ Would n eithe r chap ? n or ca ; knock But se t his bent bow to his breast i ’ And l ghtly lap th e wa .

wo th e man his He uld na tell errand, Tho ugh he stood at the gate ;

’ ’ i i o th e c am But stra ght nt ha he ,

Where the y we re se t at meat . I I O S T TI SH ALLAD P E TR CO B O Y.

Hail ! hail ! my gentl e sire and dame ! My message wi nna wait ;

m m to th e e woo Da e, ye aun gude gr en d

Before that it be late .

’ ’ e i i a m Y re b dden tak th s g y antle,

’ ’ T is a gowd but the h e m ; Y ou maun gae to the gude greenwood

’ ’ n E e by yo urse l alane.

it is i And there , a s lken sark, Your ain hand se wed the sle eve ;

Y e m ae e to G il o i aun g sp ak M r ce,

’ Speir nae bauld baro n s leave.

’ stam it wi foo The lady p her t,

’ ’ And win kit wi her c c ;

sh e o sa o r do But all that c uld y ,

o i woul dn a F rb dden he be .

’ I t s surely to my bower-wo man

’ ” It ne er could be to m e .

’ I brought it to Lord Barnard s lady ;

ow sh e I tr that ye be .

’ wi Then up and spak the ly nurse,

i o The ba rn up n her knee,

I f it ome f e Gil o i be c ra M r ce, ’ w ” I t s dear elcome to m e .

’ ’ e e Ye lee d, y le d, ye filthy nurse,

’ Sae l oud s I heard ye l e e ;

’ I brought it to Lord Barnard s lady ; ” I trow ye be na sh e .

1 T I H LL T R 1 2 S CO T S BA AD POE Y.

“ ’ n e e rth el e ss n o w Gil o i Yet , , M r ce,

’ For be autie a thy great ,

’ ’ Y e s was o rue the day ye e er b rn,

’ ” a wi me That head shall g e .

Now he has drawn his trusty brand d wh e ed ‘ , tt . And slait it on th e strae

’ And through Gil M orice fair body

’ ’ He s gar d cauld iron gae .

’ ’ And he has ta en Gil M ori ce head An d se t it o n a spear ;

’ The meanest man in a his train

H as gotten that head to be ar .

’ has Gil o i And he ta en M r ce up,

i him o h i s La d acr ss steed,

o him to his i ow And br cht pa nted b er,

i him n And la d o a bed .

’ sat o n wa The lady castle , Beheld baith dale and down ;

’ And there sh e saw Gil M orice head m i Co e tra li ng to the town .

’ l o e i Far better I that blu dy head,

ow i B oth and that yell ha r,

’ Than Lord Barn ard and a his lands

2 As they l ig here and there .

’ n she has n G il o i A d ta e her M r ce, And kissed baith mouth and chin

’ ’ I was ance as fu o G il Mo ri ce i ’ As the hip s o the stane. GI L M O R I C E

’ ot i n m f o I g ye y ather s h use,

’ Wi meikle sin an d shame ;

o in woo I br cht thee up gude green d, i Under the heavy ra n .

ft i O have I by thy cradle s tten, An d fon dly seen thee sleep ;

n ow ae o But I g ab ut thy grave, ” f r t w The saut tears O o eep .

An d sh e i his i e syne k ssed blu dy che k, And syn e his bluidy chi n

’ 0 be tter I l o e my Gil M o rice

’ ” Than a my kith and kin !

w w ill wom A ay, a ay, ye an , And an ill death may ye dee ’ ’ I f n o son I had ken d he d been y ur , ’ ’ f He d ne er been slain or me . S T T I SH ALLAD P E T R CO B O Y.

P “ RO U D LA DY MA RGA R E T .

’ [P ri nt e d first i n Sco tt s M i n str e lsy from a copy communicate d mi m i - e e in E i h i h o e M r . H o h w by a lt n , us c s ll r d nburg , w t s mo h e i t h ad e e o i e hi e e e th e t r b n a fav ur t , t s ballad a p ar d und r “ p titl e o f T h e Co urt e o us Knigh t i n Buch an 5 A n cie nt Ball ads “ ” and S on s T h e o ie H i S i e i n Scotti sh g , and as B nn nd qu r ’ n T r adi ti on al Ve r si on s of A n ci e t Bal l ads . Sco tt s ve rsi o n i s “ ” h h e e e . A imi T he Ni ht o e i s t at r us d s lar ballad , g J urn y , ’ o i e i n M Fauri e l s o e io of R om i o o I n i t c nta n d . c ll ct n a c f lks ngs. a de ad bro th e r carri e s his living sist e r i n o n e nigh t from B agdad

to o i o e . T h e e i s o o i n i a C nstant n pl subj ct als kn wn Br tt ny, and “ ” o e o to th e D i h Aa é E e A o h e c rr sp nds an s ballad , g and ls . n t r e o i i o f m h e oe i e o is w ll kn wn r ddl ng ballad , uc l ss p t c t n r , “ ’ Captain We dd e rburn s Courtship .

’ W on i i i T AS a n ght, an even ng br ght,

’ n dew e to fa Whe the b gan , Lady Margaret was walki ng up and down

’ ’ Looking o e r her castle wa .

She l ooked east and sh e l ooked west

T o se e w sh e o s hat c uld py,

i me i n i When a gallant kn ght ca her s ght, i And to the gate drew n gh .

Y ou m to n o m see be gentle an , Y ou wear your bo ots so wide ;

ou m to om i But y see be s e cun n ng hunter,

l w h n in . o a g g Y ou wear the horn so

1 1 6 S T TI SH ALLAD P E T R CO B O Y.

h ow mo m i 0 hey, ny s all penn es Make thrice three thousand pounds ?

’ h ow mon sma Or hey, y fishes

’ Swim a the salt sea round ?

i ou m m m sh e i I th nk y aun be y atch, sa d, My match and something mair ;

’ Y ou are the first e er got the grant ’ f f e m f i O love ra y ather s he r.

f was o of i My ather l rd n ne castles, My mother lady o f three ;

f was o o f in My ather l rd n e castles, ’ i And there s nane to he r but me .

’ And round about a thae castles

Y ou ma i o sow y ba th pl ugh and , An d o n the fiftee nth day of May

The meadows they will mow.

” o o O hald y ur t n gue, Lady Margaret, For l oud I hear you b e

o f was o of n i Y ur ather l rd ne castles, Your mother was lady of three ;

o f was o o f i Y ur ather l rd n ne castles,

’ fa i to But ye he r but three.

’ And round about a thae castles

a i o sow Y ou m y ba th pl ugh and , But o n the fifteenth day o f May

m ow wi n ot mow The ead s ll . P R O UD LAD Y M A R GA R E T

am o o i i i I y ur br ther W ll e, he sa d, I trow ye ken na me ;

m to m o I ca e hu ble y ur haughty heart, H ’ as gar d sae mo ny de e .

I f m o i li sh e i ye be y br ther W l e, sa d,

As ow w I tr eel ye be,

’ i i i n or in Th s n ght I ll ne ther eat dr k, wi ’ But gae alang thee.

o o s i O hald y ur t ngue, Lady Margaret, he a d, Again I hear you lee ;

’ ’ For ye ve unwashen hands and ye ve unwashen fe e t T wi ’ o gae to clay me .

For we e wo m are m f ow the r s y bed ell s,

is m h And cauld clay y s eets, And when th e stormy wi nds do blow ” My body lies an d sleeps . I H L S CO T T S BA LAD P OE TR Y .

G LE N K I N D I E .

’ “ [First pri nte d i n P e rcy s R e l i qu es unde r th e title o f Glas ” e i o hi i s o o i n o n e o i i g r n , t s ballad nly kn wn r g nal ’ i h o f mie o a r a l l ads an d on s e o P o u l S . v rs n , t at Ja s n s p B g th e e i t is h e e i e i h th e i i o of 8 2 latt r r pr nt d , w t add t n stanzas , 7, ’ T h and 28 fro m P e rcy s ve rsi o n to co mple t e th e m e aning. e h e o of th e i s n o o Y B ardd G Ke rain t—Ke rain t r ballad , d ubt , las th e B e or hi e — son o f O i P i e o f G mo lu C f Bard wa n , r nc la rgan , ’ mo o e o f hom o i e o i n O e ambr i an and a fa us p t , w n t c ccurs w n s C ’ “ ” i o r a h I n h e H e F m i n G i B g p y . C auc r s o us o f a e , and av n ’ D o P l i e o f H o o h e i s me e i e the h e uglas s a c n ur, na d b s d arp rs O h e O i o hi o i t h as e e e e h rp us , r n , and C r n ; and b n sugg st d t at s ome thing clo se r th an me re like ne ss o f name and similar music may e xist be twe e n th e G re e k Chi ro n and this \Ve l sh G l askirion he i s om ime , as s e t s calle d . ]

G LE N KI N D I E was ance a harper gude, He harped to the ki ng ; Gl e nkindie was ance the be st harper

’ a Th t e er harpe d on a stri ng.

’ ’ har it fish o ut o w He d p a saut ater,

’ w out o Or ater a stane,

’ ’ Or milk o ut o a maide n s breast

That bairn had never nane .

’ ’ H e s his i i his ta en harp nt l hand , He harpit and he sang ;

as har it to th e i And aye he p k ng, T him o k e e p T o him n o n “ f m wea n haud u th ught la g ro ryi g .

S T T AL CO I SH B LAD P OE TR Y.

’ ’ his i i his He s ta en harp nt l hand, He harpit and he sang ;

is m to ib h i s man And he ha e G , ,

As fast as he c ould gang.

mi ou Gib m man Oh ght I tell y , , y , I f i ‘ i e n . ( . e. g v ) Gin I a man had slai n ? mi m m Oh that ye ght, y gude aster, ” Although ye had slai n ten .

2 n ow G ib m man Then take ye tent , , y ,

’ i i for to My b dd n dee,

3 e e xc pt , An d an 3 e w m e in im , but y auken t e,

Ye shall be hangit hie .

has w o crawe n When day da en , and c cks hae ,

wa it i wi sae wi And pp the r ngs de,

’ ’ I m bidden gang till yon lady s bower i And streek me by her s de .

ae to o m m Then g y ur bed, y gude aster,

4 w ’ 4 a ed. w i f ow k Ye ve auk t , I ear, er lang ;

’ But I ll waken you in as gude time

’ ” As ony cock i the land .

’ ’ s h is i i his H e ta en harp nt l hand,

h ar it He p and he sang,

i h ar it his m e Unt l he p ast r asleep,

’ Syne fast awa did gang.

’ is i ow And he t ll that lady s b er, As fast as he could rin

’ ’ cam i ow When he t ll that lady s b er, s He chappit at the chin . GLE NKI N D I E

wha i s i Oh, th s, says that lady, “ That Opens na and comes i n ?

’ I t s Gl e nki n die o ain o I, , y ur true l ve, ” o n me i n ! Oh, pe and let

’ Sh e kenn d he was nae gentle knight That sh e had letten i n ;

’ For i w h e n or cam ne ther hen gaed ,

Kissed he h e r cheek o r chin .

’ i i w cam He ne ther k ssed her hen he , Nor cl appit her when he gaed And in and at her bowe r wi ndow

I ‘ h brig t fire . The moon sho ne like th e gl e e d.

is o o Gl e nkin die Oh, ragged y ur h se, ,

An d i i s o e r ven y ur Sh en,

’ And rav ell d 2 is your yello w hair " angled

That I saw late ye stre en .

o i s Gib m The st ck ng they are , y They came first to my hand

’ An d i is Gib m m n oo th s , y a s sh n , At my bed feet they stand ;

’ ’ ’ rave ll d m ow i I ve a y yell ha r, ” Comi ng agai nst th e wi nd .

’ ’ i i his He s ta en the harp nt l hand,

har it He p and he sang,

’ i cam to his m Unt l he aster, f As ast as he could gang.

Win wi n m m up, up, y gude aster, I fear ye sle ep o wer lang ; S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y .

’ ’ There s nae a cock i n a the land

But has wappit his wi ngs and crawn .

’ ’ Gl e n kin di e s his in a ta en harp h nd ,

har it h e He p and sang,

’ ’ has re ach d ow And he the lady s b er,

1 e d ’ I paus . Afore that e er he bl an

’ ’ cam to ow When he the lady s b er,

cha it in He pp at the ch ,

wha i s m ow oo Oh, that at y b er d r, ” That open s na and come s in ? “ ’ I t s Gl e n kindie o ain o I , , y ur true l ve,

And in I canna win .

“ ou f wi me Says, Whether have y le t th Your bracelet or your gl ove ? Or are you returne d back agai n ” T o know more of my l ove ?

Gl e nkin die swore a full great oath “ oak ash o By , and , and th rn ,

was in o m Lady, I never y ur cha ber

i im was o S th the t e that I b rn .

o i i t fo i it F rb d , rb d , says that lady, “ That ever sic shame betide ;

’ o be wi oo That I sh uld first a ld l n s lass,

’ ” And then a young knight s bride .

was i fo r There nae p ty that lady , For sh e lay cauld and dead ;

’ was for him Gl e nkin die But a , ,

In bower he must go mad.

T ALLAD P E TR S CO TI SH B O Y.

- T H E N U T B ROW N B R I D E .

” Lo T ho m F i A e Lo T h om F ir rd as and a r nn t , rd as and a ” “ “ E i o S e e Wi ie F i An ie T he Nut- o ll n r , w t ll and a r n , and br wn ” B i e ar e th e io i e e hi h hi e i n r d , var us t tl s und r w c t s ballad app ars th e o e io o f P e H e mie o M o h e e c ll ct ns rcy , rd , Ja s n , t rw ll , and ’ Ki T he i e o f Ki o h o i s h e e e as mo e nloch . t tl nl c s c py r us d r ’ i i i e h the o he hi e P e e i io hi h i s th e d st nct v t an t rs , w l rcy s d t n , w c ’ mi ed me H e e i e om M S . o sa as rd s , and was d r v d fr a c py trans tt ” “ om S o ie th e e . A S e i h H e rr fr c tland , suppl s t xt w d s ballad , ” P e e o ch Li e Ki e e e imi i m e to ho e d r t n rst n , pr s nts s lar c rcu stanc s t s “ ” of T h e Nut- o B i A io o f i t i s i he in br wn r d e . translat n furn s d ’ L ite r at u r e an d R oman ce of N orther n E u r ope by Vvilliam and M i ary H o w tt . ]

LORD THOM AS and fair An n et ’ Sat a day on a hill ; When night was come and su n was set

They had n ot talked their fill .

o om i wo i n L rd Th as sa d a rd jest, Fair Annet too k it ill wi w d wif Ah, I ll never e a e i m i f ’ Aga nst y a n riends will .

Gif wi we d wif ye ll never a e,

’ A wife will ne e r we d ye .

i s m to his mi Sae he ha e tell ther,

his And knelt upon knee.

‘ ” o n e . mi h e c u s l O rede , O rede, ther, says,

’ A gude rede gi e to me ;

’ 0 - ow i shall I tak the nut br n br de, And let fair Annet be ? TH E N T -B R WN R D U O B I E .

- ow i h as ow The nut br n br de g d and gear,

Fair . An n e t sh e has gat nane ;

An d i f i h as the l ttle beauty a r Annet ,

0 it will sune be gane .

And he has till hi s brother gane “ Now o me br ther, rede ye ,

m - ow i Ah, shall I arry the nut br n br de, And let fair Annet be ?

- ow i has o o The nut br n br de xen, br ther,

- i The nut brown br de has kye.

wad hae m n ut- wn i I ye arry the bro br de,

And cast fair Annet by .

’ ‘ o ma di e i o i i ’ broth e r Her xen y the h use, b ll e , And her kye i nto the byre ;

’ ’ And I shall ha e nothing to mysel

' f 2 But a at fadge by the fire.

And he has till hi s sister gane “ Now i me , s ster, rede ye ,

m - ow i 0, shall I arry the nut br n br de, And se t fair An net free ?

’ ’ I se e f i om r de ye tak a r Annet, Th as,

ow i n And let the br n br de ala e,

o i sa ! Lest ye sh uld s gh and y, alas What i s this we brought hame ?

’ ’ No wi m mi h o , I ll tak y t er s c unsel ,

’ And marry me out 0 hand ;

’ And I will tak the n ut-brown bride ;

Fair Annet may leave the land . T R 1 26 S CO T TI SH BALLAD P OE Y.

’ Up then rose fair An n e t s father

T wa o or 1 it w h urs ere day, An d he i s gane into th e bower

Wherein fair Anne t lay .

i i f i ” R se up, r se up, a r Annet, he says, Put o n your silken shee n ; ’ i Let us gae to St . Mary s k rk w i And se e that rich edd n .

m i ae to m i oom My a ds, g y dress ng r , And dress to me my hair ;

’ Where er ye laid a plait before ‘ ” See ye lay ten times mair .

m i ae to m i oom My a ds, g y dress ng r , And dress to me my smock ;

’ o n e f i s o o The hal the h lland fine,

’ n - The other 0 eedle work .

o f i o The h rse a r Annet rade up n, He ambl it like the wi nd ;

’ Wi i was o fo s ller he sh d be re, Wi ’ i w i burn ng go d beh nd .

Four and twenty siller bells

’ i i his m Were a t ed t ll ane,

’ And ae tift 2 o th e norlan d wind i They t nkled ane by ane.

Four and twenty gay gude knichts

’ Rade by fair An n e t s side

fo w f i i And ur and t enty a r lad es,

As i n h g s e had been a bride.

1 A 28 S CO T T I SH BALL D P OE TR Y.

om saw f i wax Lord Th as he a r Annet pale, And marv e l it what might be ;

’ w saw h e r e i But hen he d ar heart s blu d,

’ aad wi h w h. I t rat - r h A wod w ot waxed be .

w his was sae He dre dagger that sharp,

was sae m That sharp and eet, And drave it into the n ut-brown bride

That fell dead at his feet .

“ ” Now a for me i st y , dear Annet, he sa d, “ Now m h e i stay, y dear, cr ed ;

i the i i hi s Then stra k dagger nt l heart,

And fell dead by her side.

’ o om was i wi o i wa L rd Th as bur ed th ut k rk , Fair Annet within the quire ;

’ 0 w i And the tane there gre a b rk,

The other a bonnie brier.

’ t i ne d. r w w ra And aye they g e , and aye they thre , As they would fai n be n e ar ; And by this ye may ke n right weel w They were t a l overs dear. H YI VD E E T I I V.

H Y N D E E T I N .

[Co ntaining a st ory which i s th e w e ll -kno wn subj e ct o f ballads ” i n S i i o e H e E i h as e e o e e all cand nav an t ngu s , ynd t n b n c nj ctur d “ to be a fragme nt of th e tale o f T h e R e yde Eyttyn v i tht th e ” h m la i n l and t D r . T hre H e ydi s me nti o ne d in T e Co p of S cot . Le e th e e i o o f th e om l ai n t e e h th e ie yd n , d t r C p , sugg st d t at anc nt Sco ttish ide a o f th e e ti n s or gi ants wh o ate quick m e n migh t be e i e om th e o i io e e e h e m in d r v d fr Cycl ps , as trad t n g n rally plac s t

Etal and Etn al an d . T h e me E i h o e e e h e ( ) na t n , w v r , app ars rat r to be e i e om th e D i h I ette i . T h e R e d E i i s d r v d fr an s , a g ant t n “ ” m e ntio ne d by Sir D avid Lyndsay i n th e pre lude to hi s D re am as th e subj e ct o f a nurse ry tal e in hi s time and i n some parts o f Sco tland to th e pre se nt day h e i s po pularly re pre se nt e d as a “ ” i h A o h e h e g ant o f th e Jack and t e Be anstalk o rde r . n t r p as ’ o f his h e i s e e e i n M o th e rwe l l s e i oe m c aract r pr s rv d b aut ful p , ” h e E i f ill rwo od I n h h o h i s T t n o S e . t e ballad e h as l st o mi e i e i e e e i i e th e e i h e h e f r dabl s z and d sagr abl qual t s , as p t t ynd , “ or h e e e e i i e . Ve i o o i o Y o nd , g ntl , s gn fi s rs ns , kn wn var usly as ung ” “ ” “ A i Y o H i th e G o om H n e E i k n , ung ast ngs r , and y d t n , h e i i B M i e e e K o h h o h e e . I t s av b n pr nt d by nl c , uc an , and t rw ll ’ B h e i o hi h i s h e e o o e e e i th e e uc an s v rs n w c r f ll w d , as pr s nt ng l ast corrupt e d t e xt ; th e name o f Y o ung Aki n o nly be ing alte re d h o h h i i i t r ug o ut to w at was ce rta nly i ts o r g nal fo rm . ]

Y G E i in h e r owe o o LAD MAR AR T s ts b r d r, Sewing at her silken seam ;

’ h e o i n El mon d s-woo She ard a n te d,

And wished sh e there had bee n .

’ Sh e o o m fa f e i l t the sea ra her s de, And the n e e dl e to h e r tae

’ sh e i s o n o Elmo n d s-woo And , t d

As fast as sh e could gae . K 1 S T T I SH ALL 30 CO B AD POE T R Y .

’ She hadna pu d a nut, a nut,

Nor o e n br k a branch but ane, e n ‘ s rva t . i it m o i i T ll by ca e a y ung h nd ch el , ! Says, Lady, let alane

’ wh u 0, y p ye the nut, the nut, Or why break ye the tree ?

’ For I am forester 0 this wo od ; i Y e should sp er leave at me .

’ ask e n o i in man I ll leav at l v g , No r yet will I at thee ;

’ ’ f e i s i o e r i m My ath r k ng a th s real ,

This woo d be lo ngs to me .

’ She hadna pu d a nut, a nut,

N o r o n br ke a branch but three,

i it m him E in T ll by ca e Hynde t ,

’ l e And gar d her t them be .

’ The highe st tree i n Elmon d s-woo d

’ ’ H e s it e pu d by the re t, And h e h as built for her a bower

2 Near by a hallow seat .

’ e s i ow m i t H bu lt a b er, ade secure

’ Wi carbuncle and stane ;

o e we sae i Th ugh trav llers re never n gh, i Appe arance t had nane .

’ ’ H e s ke pt her the re in Elmon d s-wood For six lang ye ars and o n e ;

i six t o to him she T ll pret y s ns bare,

’ e o And the s venth she s br ught home .

1 2 S C O T TI SH ~ ALLAD 3 B POE TR Y .

“ ’ ’ ’ oo i o I ll sh t the bunt n the bush,

’ i e o th e The l n n t tree,

n m to m e mi And bri g the y d ar ther, if ’ m i See she ll err er be .

’ f u o o It ell p an ther day,

‘ ae came we ar . i e o h e h o h y Th s gud l rd t ug t lang ,

is to i e And he the hunt ng gan ,

’ wi him h i un Took s dog and g .

’ Wi bow ow his i e and arr by s d ,

’ H e s aff i e , s ngl , alane ; Xl n d left h is se ven children to stay

’ Wi the ir mithe r at hame .

wi to ou mi O , I ll tell y , ther, Gin ye wadna angry be

on on m i we e bo Speak , speak , y l ttle y,

’ ” Ye se n a be quarrell e d by me .

As we came frae th e hi nd hunti ng m i i We heard fine us c r ng.

e i o n ou m o i bo ! My bl ss ngs y , y b nn e y

’ ” wi e e e m I sh I d be n th r y lane .

’ ’ s hi s mi e the H e ta en th r by hand, H is six brith e rs also ;

’ And the y are on through El mon d s-wood

As fast as they could go .

They wistn a we e l where they were gaen

’ 2 ’ tradl ings ( I) Wi the stratl in s 0 their fe et ; They wistn a we el whe re they were gaen

’ Till at h e r father s yett. H YN D E E T I I V.

’ ha e n ae mo in m o ke I ney y p c t,

' ’ But ro yal rings h a e thre e :

’ ’ i e e m ou m i e so n I ll g th y , y l ttl ,

’ And ye ll wal k th e re fo r m e .

’ ’ e i e th e to th e o o e Y ll g first pr ud p rt r, An d h e will l e t you in ;

’ ’ e i e th e e to th e b e bo Y ll g n xt utl r y,

‘ ‘ h e nn e r An i h w n to t i d he w ll S o ou be . y a me n part t.

’ ’ Ye ll gi e th e third to th e minstrel That plays be fore th e king ;

’ H e ll play succe ss to th e bo n ni e boy

Came through th e wood him lane .

’ H e a e th e to th e o o g first pr ud p rter, An d h e ope ne d and let h im in

’ a e th e e to th e e bo He g n xt butl r y, And h e has sh own him be n :

’ He ga e th e third to the mi nstrel Tha t pl ayed before t he ki ng ;

' And h e playe d success to th e bo nnie boy

m u h Ca e thro gh t e wo od him lane.

wh e h e m fo e th e in But n ca e be r k g, Fe ll l ow down o n hi s knee ; The ki ng he turn e d h im ro u nd abo ut

’ And the saut tear bli nde d hi s e e .

Wi n win u m o ie bo up, p, y b nn y, Gang frae my co mpany ;

oo sae i e m e h e Ye l k l k y d ar daug t r, ” My he art will burst in three . 1 S T T I H A LLAD P E T R 34 CO S B O Y.

I f oo i o e I l k l ke y ur d ar daughter, A wo nder it i s no ne

I f oo i o e I l k l ke y ur d ar daughter,

I am her e ldest son .

i e me i e we e bo W ll ye t ll , ye l ttl y, Where may my Margare t be ?

’ n ow i o She s just stand ng at y ur yetts,

And my six brothers her wi .

w m o e o O , here are all y p rt r b ys,

m fe e That I pay eat and , T o open my ye tts baith wide and braid ?

Let her co me i n to me .

W sh e m in fo in hen ca e be re the k g, Fell l ow down o n h e r knee

Wi n wi n m up, up, y daughter dear,

’ ’ ” This day ye ll din e wi me .

Ae bit e at f I canna , ather,

Nor ae o can i dr p I dr nk,

i se e m mi i a T ll I y ther and s ster de r, ” For lang fo r them I think .

sh e m fo th e e When ca e be re qu en , Fe ll l ow do wn o n h e r knee

Win win m e up, up, y daughter d ar,

’ ’ ” This day ye se di ne wi me .

Ae bit a mi e I c n na eat, th r,

r ae o i No dr p can I dr nk,

n i se e m e i U t l I y d ar s ster,

For lang for her I thi nk .

1 6 S T T I SH A LLAD P E T R 3 CO B O Y .

0 him e f e me m let tak ra y head, Or hang me o n a tree ;

’ For i I v e o m e s nce l st y d ar lady, f ’ Li e s n o pleasure to me .

o wi be o E in Y ur head ll na t uched, t , Nor hanged upon a tre e ;

’ ’ o i n f e o Y ur lady s her ath r s c urt,

And all he wants i s thee .

me i n fo e i When he ca be r the k ng, Fell l ow down on h is knee

Win win u n ow E i up, p , Hynde t n ; i ’ i wi ’ m ” Th s day ye se d ne e .

as we e i e se t But they r at d nn r , The boy asked a boon I wish we we re in the good church For to ge t C h ri ste ndoun !

’ We ha e lived i n gude greenwood This seven years and ane ;

’ i im i n mi But a th s t e, s ce ere I nd,

Was neve r a church within .

’ o i sae m bo Y ur ask ng s na great, y y, But granted it shall be ;

i to Th s day gude church ye shall gang, wi And your mithe r shall gang you .

o she m When unt the gude church ca e,

’ She at th e door did stan ’ s sa i o w wi m Sh e wa e sa r sunk d n sha e,

’ She couldna come far er ben . H YND E E T I I V.

out it th e i i Then speaks par sh pr est,

’ w mi a e , And a s eet s le g he “ om om m il ow C e ben, c e ben , y l y fl er,

Pre sent your babes to me .

l Vi Sam i Char es, ncent, , and D ck, And like wise Jame s and J ohn ;

a th e e E i They c lled eld st Hynde t n ,

’ h i was hi f m W ch s athe r s na e .

h e a e i n o o T n they st y d the r yal c urt,

’ And lived wi mirth and glee ;

w f e was e And hen her ath r dec ased,

i o f wn was sh He r the cro e . 1 8 S T TI SH ALLAD E T R 3 CO B PO Y.

LA DY MA I S RY .

“ ” “ ” “ F i e L M o o P i e me [ a r Jan t , ady arj ry , Y ung r nc Ja s , and B onnie Susi e Cl e land are th e name s unde r which ve rsi ons o f this ballad are print e d in th e colle ctio ns of M oth e rwe l l and ’ T h e o mi P o l ar Buchan . pre se nt c py i s take n from Ja e so n s pu al lads an d Son s e i o e e i o an d B g , as b ng at nce the b st v rs n “ mo om e T h e e e for i o i e e i n st c pl te . r gular p nalty nc nt n nc an ” “ ma i e om P o e o hi if we are to u th e un rr d w an , says r f ss r C ld , tr st ho i o f om e i s aut r ty r anc s,

’ T H E young lords o the north country Have all a-wooi ng gane

T o win o of i the l ve Lady Ma sry,

’ ’ m sh But O the e would ha e nane .

’ o i Oh, they ha e s ught her, Lady Ma sry,

’ ’ Wi brooches and wi rings ;

’ e o i And th y ha e c urted her, Lady Ma sry, ’ ’ i f Wi a k nd o thi ngs .

’ ha e o h e r i And they s ught , Lady Ma sry, Frae father and frae mither ;

’ o i And they ha e s ught her, Lady Ma sry, f Frae sister and rae brither.

’ fo ow i And they ha e ll ed her, Lady Ma sry,

’ Through chamber and through ha ;

’ o sa to But a that they c uld y her, “ ” Her answer still was Na .

1 0 R 4 S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T Y.

’ i o She s turned her r ght and round ab ut,

’ And the kaim fe ll frae her han

m i i e f i o A tre bl ng se z d her a r b dy,

And her rosy cheek grew wan .

o me o O , pard n , my br ther dear,

’ And the truth I ll te ll to the e ; My bairn it is to Lo rd William

i s And he betro the d to me .

O couldna ye go tten duke s o r l ords

i o ain o i Int l y ur c untr e,

’ That ye drew up wi an English dog T o bri ng this shame o n me ?

’ But ye maun gi e up yo ur English l ord When your young babe i s born ; For gin ye keep by him an h our langer if Your l e shall be forl orn .

’ wi i e i E i o I ll g up th s ngl sh l rd, Till my young babe be born ;

th e n or o But never a day h ur langer, ” Though my life sh ould be forl orn .

’ 0 wh ere are a my me rry yo ung me n

’ h m i e m fe e W o I g eat and ,

’ T o pu the bracken and th e thorn ” T o burn this vile l adye ?

0 where will I ge t a bo nnie boy

T me i n m e e o help y n d,

’ i wi to o i i m T o r n haste L rd W ll a ,

’ And bid him come wi spe ed ? LAD Y I VAI SR Y .

out it o ie bo 0 spake a b nn y,

’ Stood by her bro the r s side; “ ’ I t s wo rin o e I uld y ur rrand , lady,

’ ’ O er a the warl d wide .

’ O ft h a e o I run y ur errands, lady,

’ When blawi n baith Wi nd and weet

’ n ow rin o But I ll y ur errand, lady

With saut tears on my cheek .

0 w m to o e i , hen he ca e br k n br gs, He be nt hi s bow and swam ;

’ w me to n r rowin And hen he ca the gree g ass g ,

’ l hi n r n He s ack d s shoo and a .

’ w me to o i i m ‘ ‘ ate s And hen he ca L rd W ll a s yetts , g

’ He bade na to chap 2 or ca ; 2 k nock

se t h is e bow to hi s But b nt breast,

’ And lightly lap the wa

An d or th e o t e was p r r at the yett, i ’ The boy was n the ha .

0 is m i i 3 o e bo ? 3 i din , y b gg ns br k n, y bu l gs Or i s my towers won ? Or is my lady lighter ye t

’ 0 a dear daughter or son ?

o i i i o e sir Y ur b gg n sna br k n , , Nor i s your towe rs won ;

’ But th e faire st lady in a the land

This day for you maun burn .

e to me th e O saddl the black, black,

e to m ow Or saddl e _ the br n ; S T TI SH ALLAD P E T R CO B O Y.

Or saddle to me th e swifte st steed

f e w That ever rade ra a to n .

’ was n mi awa Or he ear a le , She heard h is war-horse sn e e ze

m f o Mend up the fire, y ause br ther, ’ m m I t s na co e to y knee s .

w i e e 0 hen he l ght d at the y tt, She heard hi s bridle ring

th e fire m f o Mend up , y ause br ther,

’ I far f m i t s yet rae y ch n .

fir e to me o Mend up the , br ther, M e nd up th e fire to me ;

’ For se e him o mi f I c n hard and ast,

’ i oo me t for W ll s n nd up thee .

i n m n oo e i i O g y hands had bee l s , W ll e,

’ as are o Sae hard they b un ,

’ ’ wad turn d m e f e e ‘ I ha e rae the gl d , ” o ut o o s n And casten y ur y ung o .

’ ar for o u i 0 I ll g burn y , Ma sry, Your father and your mo ther ;

’ ar for ou i And I ll g burn y , Ma sry, Yo ur sister and your brothe r ;

’ ar fo r ou i And I ll g burn y , Ma sry,

’ ’ The chie f o a your ki n ;

o om to And the last b nfire that I c e ,

’ Mysel I will cast in .

1 T I SH ALLAD E T R 44 S CO T B PO Y.

mi ’ i ’ I ght ha e had a k ng s daughter,

far o n se a Far, bey d the ; mi i ’ I ght have had a k ng s daughter,

’ f r Had it n ot been o l ove 0 thee .

I f mi i ’ ye ght have had a k ng s daughter,

’ Yo ursel ye had to blame ;

’ Y e mi e th e i ght hav taken k ng s daughter,

’ Fo r ye ken d that I was nane .

f ow of wom i O ause are the v s ank nd, But fair is their fause bodie ;

’ wad o n on i o I never ha e tr dde Ir sh gr und,

’ r Had it n ot been fo l ove 0 thee .

I f was to e m n I leav y husba d dear,

m two o And y babes als ,

0 w e ou to m e to hat hav y take , ” I f with you I should go ?

’ i o se a I ha e seven sh ps up n the , The eighth brought me to land ;

i fo — - w o m i W th ur and t enty b ld ar ners,

And music o n every hand .

h as two i She taken up her l ttle babes, Kissed them baith cheek and chin ;

f e w e m ain two O are y e l , y babes,

’ r s e u Fo I ll never e yo again .

set fo o o i She her t up n the sh p, No mariners could she behold ;

’ i w 0 th e taffe tie But the sa ls ere , ’ m o And the asts the beaten gold. TH E D E M N L VE R O O .

h e n ot i e a S had sa led a l gue, a league,

e e e A league but bar ly thr ,

e n i m w his o n Wh d s al gre c untena ce,

’ x I gl oo my And drumlie grew h is e e .

m w e i o The asts that er l ke the beaten g ld, B e nt n ot on th e heaving se as ;

’ th e i w 0 taffe tie But sa ls that ere the ,

- Filled n ot in the east land breeze .

n ot i e They had sa led a leagu , a league,

e A league but barely thr e,

n i sh e e i h is o n foo U t l sp ed cl ve t, h i And s e wept r ght bitte rly .

0 o o o of o w i h ld y ur t ngue y ur eep ng, says he, O f your we e pi ng n ow let me be ; I will show you h ow th e lilie s grow f On the banks o Italy.

0 w i on on n i hat h lls are y , y pleasa t h lls, That the sun shi nes swe etly on ?

ou i of i O y are the h lls heaven he sa d,

ou wi wi n Where y ll never .

0 w m o n ai is on sh e i haten a u t n y , sa d,

’ ” All so dreary wi frost and sn ow ?

on i s th e mo i of h e i O y unta n hell , cr ed, ” Whe re you and I will go .

w sh e n h e r o o And aye hen tur ed r und ab ut, Aye tall e r he see me d for to be ;

’ Until that the tops 0 that gallant ship

Nae taller we re than h e . L S CO T T I SH BALLAD PO E T R Y.

o d w wi r w The cl u s gre dark, and the nd g e

’ And the levin filled her e e ; And waesome wailed the snaw-white

lt Upon the gurlie sea.

’ ta mast wi his He strack the p hand,

’ The foremast wi his knee ;

h e a i i n w i And brake th t gallant sh p t a n,

And sank her i n the sea.

L S CO T T I SH BAL AD P OE TR Y .

e o Sir o she i Unbuckl y ur belt, R land, sa d,

And se t you safely down .

o m is f i mai 0 , y ur cha ber very dark, a r d, ‘ ‘m' I C a And the night i s wondrous l own

Y e s is m ow , dark , dark y secret b er, An d lown the midnight may be ;

’ For there is n o ne waki ng i n a this tower

o m o an d me . But th u , y true l ve,

’ Sh e mo o n o unted her true l ve s steed,

’ By the ae light 0 the moon ;

h as w i him e him She h pped and spurr d ,

” 2 R ea ding . And roundly sh e rade frae the toun

’ ‘f ad o o i mi 0 3 She hadna r dden a le gate , mi Never a le but ane, When she was aware o f a tall young man

’ Riding sl owly o e r the plai n .

to i o She turned her the r ght ab ut, Then to the l e ft turn e d sh e ;

’ w h e r wan moo i But aye t een and the nl ght ,

i di sh s That tall kn ght d e e e .

was i i - And he r d ng burd alane, On a horse as black as jet ; l k n 4 e e . o she fo ow him f f But th ugh ll ed ast and ell ,

Nae ne arer could she ge t. SI R R OLAN D .

” o ! o ! o man sh e i O st p 0 st p y ung , sa d,

‘ For I in dule am dight ;

’ o ! an win f i o 0 st p d a a r lady s l ve,

‘ I f ye be a leal true knight .

n o i id th e i sa But th ng d tall kn ght y,

2 2 m e And n othi ng did h e bli n ; pri

i o n fo St ll sl owly rade he be re, i ’ And fast sh e rade beh n .

Sh e whi sh e e pped her steed, spurr d her steed, Till hi s breast was all a foam ;

o i But nearer unto that tall y ung kn ght,

our sh e o n ot om . By Lady, c uld c e

if ou a o i Oh, y be a g y y ung kn ght,

As w ow ou ell I tr y be,

i o i - e i Pull t ght y ur br dle r ns, and stay i T ll I come up to thee.

o i did h i sa But n th ng t at tall kn ght y,

An d n o w i did i h t he bl n ,

’ i h e o i i Unt l reached a br ad r ver s s de, h And t ere he drew his re in .

is i w e e sh e i Oh, th s at r de p, sa d, “ As it i s wo ndrous dun ? 3 i1 1 Or i s it sic as a saikless 3 maid gu t 65 5 And a leal true knight may swim ?

w it i s i The ater deep, he sa d, “ As it i s wo ndrous dun ; B ut it is sic as a saikl e ss maid

And a leal true kn ight may swim. S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y .

i o n his The kn ght spurred tall black steed , The lady spurre d o n her brown ;

i o oo And fast they rade nt the fl d,

And fast they baith swam down .

w e w m f sh e i The at r eets y eet, sa d, “ The water we e ts my knee ;

i i ir i m e. S H old up y br dl re ns, Kn ght,

For the sake o f Our Ladye .

f wo n ow i I I uld help thee , he sa d, “ It were a deadly si n ;

’ ’ ’ For I ve sworn ne er to trust a fair may s wo rd w w i Till the ater eets her ch n .

” w we m w i sh e i Oh, the ater ets y a st, sa d, “ Sae does it weet my skin ;

m i i o o And y ach ng heart r ns r und ab ut,

’ m sic in The burn ak s a d .

T h e w e is w i e i at r ax ng de per st ll , Sae does it wax mair wide ;

f t we i e on And aye the ar her that r d , fl‘ i Farther o s the other side .

me n ow o f f i ! Oh, help , th u ause, ause kn ght Have pity o n my youth ;

1 ‘ dash es . For n ow w e w ow m the at r ja s er y head,

n And i t gurgles i my mouth .

i ow o o The kn ght turned Sl ly r und ab ut, All i n the middl e stream ;

be r e out his to l Then st etch d hand that ady, And l oudly she did scre am !

S CO T TI SH BALLAD POE T R Y .

’ W I L L I E S LA D Y E .

[T his ballad affo rds an illustratio n o f a supe rstiti o n wide ly — pre val e nt i n classi c and m e diaeval tim e s that childbirth co ul d e i e T h e o o he be malicio usly arre st d by c e rta n sp lls . st ry f t de laye d travail o f Lato na and o f Alcme ne i s re pe at e d i n a l e ge nd o f A o f th e e e e e e P o e o hi rran pr s nt c ntury r lat d by r f ss r C ld , and v i o I n h e i n a tal e o f a Co unt o f We ste ra ia c te d by Sc tt . e ac cas the d e lay and suffe ring continu e unti l th e j e alo us we ave r o f the spe ll i s sudde nly info rme d that th e child h as be e n safe ly de live re d ; wh e n i n h e r surprise sh e re ve als the se cre t o f th e h m— a i i e i o oo - e m i h e i o c ar na l dr v n nt a r f b a , a p tc r cast nt a e or th e li e - hi h i s h e e i o e e the i h w ll , k w c t n as ly c unt ract d , and b rt h i om o o . T e hi h has o e n pr ptly f ll ws ballad , w c c unt rparts ‘ ’ D i h S e i h No e i s he e e o e o S o an s , w d s , and rs , r r pr duc d fr rn c tt s M i n str e ls h e i ri f M o e t e om th e M S. o rs. B y , w r was p nt d fr r wn o f Falkland ]

’ ’ ’ E him o e r fae m WILLI S ta en the ,

’ H e s wo o wif o m ed a e, and br ught her ha e

’ H e s woo e for e o w i d her her y ll ha r, B ut h is mother wrought her meikle care ;

’ ‘ made her ffer . me i o o h e r e su And kle d l ur gar d dr e , For lighter sh e can never be ;

’ in owe sh e i wi i But her b r s ts pa n ,

’ i m r And Will e ourns o e her in vai n .

to hi s mo h has e And t er he gan , ’ i wi o i i ! That v le rank tch, v lest k nd “ H e h as says, My lady a cup,

’ Wi gowd and silve r se t about ;

i ude l if be o ai n Th s g y g t sall y ur ,

’ An d let her be lighter 0 h e r young W LLI E ’S I LAD YE .

’ O f o i e i her y ung ba rn she s nev r be l ghter, N or i n h e r bower to shi n e th e brighter ;

sh e die to But shall , and turn clay,

ou And y shall we d another may.

’ o e ma n we d An th r y I ll ever ,

’ o m m An ther ay I ll ne ve r bri ng ha e .

B ut i i i we wi , s gh ng, sa d that ary ght, I wish my life we re at an end !

Y e t ae to o m o e i g ye y ur th r aga n ,

’ i wi o i i ! That v le rank tch, v lest k nd

sa o h as And y, y ur lady a steed,

’ ’ ’ T h e lik e 0 him s n o i n th e land 0 Le e d I

For is i o e fo he s lver sh d b re, And he is gowden sho d be hi nd ;

e f f o e m At ev ry tu t o that h rs ane, ' 2 ess h w s ’ ’ i j , a a k h b to . T e o n e , n ng re s a g lde ch ss a d a ell r be ll . i ude l if h e r ai n Th s g y g t sall be , ’ i And let me be lighte r o my young ba rn .

’ ’ f n i h e i O her yOu g ba rn s e s n er be l ghter, Nor in h e r bower to shi ne the brighte r ;

sh e die u to But sall , and t rn clay,

a And ye sall we d an o the r m y.

’ o ma e e we d An ther y I ll n v r , ’ m An oth e r may I ll n e ve r bri ng ha e .

i i i we wi h But, s gh ng, sa d that ary g t, I wish my life we re at an e n d ! P E T R S CO T TI SH BA LLAD O Y.

a to o mo e i Yet g e ye y ur th r aga n,

’ i wi o i ! That v le rank tch, rankest k nd

o has i And say y ur lady a g rdle,

’ ’ I t s a red gowd to the middle ;

i i h e m And aye, at lka s ller Hang fifty siller bells and ten ;

i ude l if ain Th s g y g t sall be her , ’ ' i And let me be lighter O my young ba rn .

’ ’ f o n i i O her y u g ba rn she s ne er be l ghter, Nor i n your bo wer to shi ne the brighter ;

For sh e die an d u n to sall , t r clay,

ma And thou sall we d an other y.

’ o ma we d An ther y I ll never , m ’ Another ay I ll never bri ng hame . i i i w wi But, s gh ng, sa d that eary ght ” I wish my days we re at an e n d !

’ out i i ’ Then and spak the B lly Bl nd , (He spak aye i n good time “ ae to th e m - Yet g ye arket place,

’ And the re do buy a l oaf o wace z ;

D o it i baim l i e shape ba rn and y l k ,

’ An d i n it twa glassen een you ll put ;

’ bid o o i i to And her y ur b y s chr sten ng , Then notice weel what sh e shall do ;

An d do ou i w y stand a l ttle a ay, T i m o not ce weel what she ay say.

L T R 1 5 6 S CO T T I SH B A LAD P OE Y .

’ SW E E T W I L L I A M S G H O ST .

[T his ballad was first printe d by Allan R amsay i n th e T ea l n M o h e e i h e e o e i o T abl e M i sce l a y . t rw ll publ s d a s c nd v rs n , ” M o i e i n hi s M i n str el s Ki o h e ntitle d William and arj r , y and nl c ” h i hi S e e Wi i m M a M e gave t e publ c a t rd , w t ll a and y argar t , h l s o m e o i o o f me h as i n his A n ci en t S cotti s Ba l ad . S c nfus n na s cre pt int o se ve ral ve rsio ns from a h abi t of re ci ting th e ballad as a “ ” e to e S e . S o h o e e wh o i e i t p ndant Cl rk aund rs c tt , w v r , pr nt d i n hi e io hi h e i o me th e e i e h i t t s r lat ns p , says was nf r d by r c t r t at “ ” e h e e o m e S e was usual to se parat t s stanzas fr Cl rk aund rs , as f th e th e e o h e . T h e i e o be l ongi ng to an t r story d a ballad , r turn ’ t e m i h e o h i s i e o f th e lo ve r s gh o st o d and back a pl g t d tr t , llustrat d by P ro fe sso r Child by a re fe re nce to th e adve rtise me nt o f T he P i r ate t i s h e e o h o w th e wh o h ad e e e e to . I t r t ld lady b n pl dg d “ G o lf th e o o e of e e e to Lo o to se e , pr t typ Cl v land , w nt up nd n i e h A i i too e sh e h ad th e o e to him e o e h s . b f r d at rr v ng lat , c urag i h o f hi s o h e o h i th e h o f th e re qu e st a s g t b dy and t n , t uc ng and o e sh c o m e m e th e o h - i h hi h sh e h ad c rps , f r ally r su d tr t pl g t w c e o e Wi h o o i h o h hi e e mo sh e o n o t lb st w d . t ut g ng t r ug t s c r ny c uld , o i t th e e i io o f th e o r h e e e i i acc rd ng o sup rst t n c unt y , av scap d a v s t from th e gh o st o f h e r d e parte d lo ve r i n th e e ve nt o f h e r be st o wing upo n any living suit o r th e faith which sh e h ad pligh te d to th e ” “ ’ n i h e i h e t o S e e Wi i m d e ad . I D an s and Sw d s parall ls w t ll a s ” G h o i n th e o i o o f the e o o f H e l i st , and c nclus n s c nd lay g H un di ban i i n th e o e E i t i s the e e i e mo i o f s ld r dda , xc ss v urn ng T the be re ave d maid e n which re calls th e d e ad from his grave . he to ad gh o st i n th e Sco ttish ballad appe ars h ave h ano the r mo tive . ’ o f th e o io h m o M o the rwe ll s ve rsio n ballad , as bv usly t e st i s h e h e i e mo o e e o o e . T h e e aut nt c as w ll as st p w rful , r f ll w d r e e h o e e e i i I s h e e o om hi h e v rs s , w v r , b g nn ng t r any r , w c app ar ’ to h e o e out o f M o th e r we l l s e io are i e e om av dr pp d v rs n , ns rt d fr

R amsay’s copy . ]

LAD Y I E o i MARJ OR , Lady Marj r e,

e wi i e m Sat s ng her s lken s a ,

m o And by her ca e a pale, pale gh st,

’ Wi mo ny a sigh and mane . S WE E T WI LLI AAI ’ S H G OS T .

m f i sh e Are ye y ather, the k ng, says, Or are ye my brither J ohn ?

m e o e w e i i m Or are ye y tru l v , s e t W ll a , ” From England n e wly come ?

’ I m n ot o f i h e y ur ather, the k ng, says,

No n o n or o i e o , , y ur br th r J hn ;

’ I m o o w i i m But y ur true l ve, s eet W ll a , ’ w From E ngland that s ne ly come .

e o m e sae Hav ye br ught any scarlets red ,

o f i sae fin e Or any the s lks , Or have ye brought m e any precious thi ngs ” That merchants have for sale ?

n ot o ou sae I have br ught y any scarlets red,

No n o n or i sae fin e , , the s lks ; But I have bro ught you my wi nding-sheet w m i O er any a rock and h ll .

o i a o i ! Lady Marj r e, L dy Marj r e

Fo r f i i a th and char ty,

’ Will ye gi e to me my faith and troth That I gave o nce to thee ?

’ ’ o f i o n ot i e to e 0 y ur a th and tr th I ll g th e,

N o n o wi n ot , , that ll I,

n i e t ae i of o i U t l I g k ss y ur ruby l ps,

And in my arms you l ie .

i are sae i My l ps they b tter, he says,

it i s sae My breath strang, I f you ge t ae kiss o f my ruby lips

Your days will n ot be lang. 1 5 8 S CO T T I SH B ALLAD P OE T R Y

o c rawin o i The c cks are g, Marj r e, he says, “ The cocks are c rawing again ;

’ I t s time the dead should part the quick m o i . Marj r e, I ust be gane

fo w h im i sh e fo ow him l ow She llo ed h gh, ll ed ,

i sh e am to ou T ll c e y churchyard green,

e o And there the d ep grave pened up,

And young William he lay down .

I s oom o i i ? there any r at y ur head, W ll e Or any room at your fe et ?

oom o i i i Or any r at y ur s de, W ll e, Wherein that I may creep ?

’ n o oom m o i There s r at y head, Marj r e,

’ There s n o room at my feet ;

’ n o oom m i o i There s r at y s de, Marj r e,

’ c offin s m My ade so meet .

U w o Then p and cre the red, red c ck, And up then crew the grey ;

’ T is im tis im m o i t e, t e, y dear Marj r e,

ou w o i w That y ere g ng a ay .

i w i i m sh What three th ngs are these, s eet W ll a , e says, ” That stand here at your head ?

’ 0 it s mai o i a three dens, Marj r e, he s ys, mi That I pro sed o nce to we d.

“ in e w i i m sh What three th gs are thes , s eet W ll a , e says, ” That stand cl ose at your side ? ’ ” 0 it s o i three babes , Marj r e, he says,

m i n That these three a de s had .

P T 1 60 S CO T T I SH BALLAD OE E Y .

LL N j E O G RA M E .

“ ” “ “ M a -a-R ow L M e ie ” are [ H ynd H e nry , y , and ady arg r , title s unde r which ve rsi ons o f th is ballad appe ar i n th e co lle ctions o f M o h e e h G o me . I t i e t rw ll , Buc an , and r k was first pr nt d by “ o h o e e hi s e i o e i e om i io i h Sc tt , w v r, and v rs n , d r v d fr trad t n , w t ome o e e me i o o e e om o i n s c nj ctural ndat ns , and c rr ct d fr a c py ’ o o f F e m i th e e . T h e l d M rs. Br wn alkland s r a ns b st bal a “ h as a counte rpart i n i ts main fe ature s i n th e le ss poe tical Fause ” me Foodra e o i e S o . e l l on i s o the g , als pr nt d by c tt J pr bably sa name as Jyl li an or Julian . ]

ELLO N M E sat in i woo O J GRA S lver d,

’ H e sharp d hi s broadsword lang ; And he h as called his littl e foot-page

f r t An errand o o gang.

Wi n m o i bo h e up, y b nn e y, says, As quickly as ye may ; For ye maun gang for Lillie -Fl ower

e f f B ore the break o day .

bo h as his o The y buckled belt ab ut, And through the gre e nwo o d ran ;

’ And he came to the lady s bower

f the i w Be ore day d d da n .

w i i - 0 sleep ye, ake ye, L ll e Flower ?

’ T he re d sun s on the rai n

’ e i om to i e woo Y re b dden c e S lv r d,

’ e w But I doubt y ll never in hame. E LL O R j N G AM E .

i mi e mi She hadna r dden a l , a le,

mi e e e A le but bar ly thr ,

Ere sh e m to n e w-m e ca e a ad grave,

Beneat h a gree n aik tree .

0 ell on m then up started J Gra e, Out of a bush there by ;

i ow i ow n ow i i - ow L ght d n, l ght d n , , L ll e Fl er,

’ For it s here that ye maun l ie .

' i afi h e r mi -w i She l ghted lk h te steed, And kn e e led upo n h e r kn e e ;

m me e l l on m O ercy, rcy, J Gra e,

’ For I m n o prepare d to de e !

o ir i e we m i Y ur ba n , that st rs b t en y s des, Maun short ly se e the light

to se e it we e i i n m oo But lt r ng y bl d, i Would be a pite ous s ght .

o e o if 0 sh uld I spar y ur l e, he says,

i i w o Unt l that ba rn ere b rn , Full weel I ken your auld fath er

Would hang me on th e m om .

m if n ow e ll on m ! O spare y l e, , J Gra e My father ye n e e dn a dread ;

’ e e m i n woo I ll k p y babe gude green d,

’ ’ Or wi it I ll be g my bread .

oo n o i o n i ie - ow He t k p ty L ll Fl er, Tho ugh she for life did pray ;

i h th e f i o But p erced her t rough a r b dy,

As at his feet sh e lay . M 1 2 S T T I SH ALLAD P E T R 6 CO B O Y.

f n ae i for i i - ow He elt p ty L ll e Fl er, Where sh e was lyi ng dead ;

fe o m for o n i i But he lt s e the b n e ba rn, i i That lay welter ng in h e r blu d .

’ h as on n i bo Up he ta en that b e y, Given him to nurse s nine ;

to to w Three sleep, and three ake,

n A d three to go between .

An d on i bo he bred up that b n e y,

’ Called h im his sister s son ; And he tho ught n o eye could ever se e

The deed that he had done .

so it f o 0 ell up n a day,

e i mi Wh n hunt ng they ght be,

e m in i wo o They r sted the S lver d,

aik Beneath that green tree .

And many were the greenwoo d flowers

o w Up n the grave that gre , And marve lled much that bonn ie boy i T o se e the r love ly hue .

’ What s pale r than the primrose wan ?

’ What s redder than the ro se ? What fairer than the lily flower On this we e knowe that grows ?

0 out w e ll on me and ans ered J Gra ,

’ An d h e spak hastily

o mo e was f i ow Y ur th r a a rer fl er,

i e i And l s beneath th s tre e .

1 6 S T TI SH ALLAD E TR 4 CO B PO Y.

FA I R JA N E T .

[O f th e ve rsions of this ballad which appe ar unde r diffe re nt i n o e i o h i T lz e all ad ook f t tle s i many c ll ct ns , t at n B B o

. Ki i Sh e o i e om th e i i C rkpatr ck arp , bta n d fr s ng ng o m i n P e h hi e i s m e I t i s m hi h th e . o w an rt s r , uc b st fr t s i s h e e o e . T h e e e e i i Wi i e r pr duc d v rs b g nn ng ll , lay the ” ’ i o m M o th r l io s e e we l s M S . e . saft , add d fr v rs n ]

Y E m to o f aun gang y ur ather, Janet, Ye maun gang to him soo n ;

m to o f Ye aun gang y ur ather, Janet, ” I n e hi s are cas that days do ne .

’ ’ awa to h e r f e Janet s ath r, As fast as sh e could hie

’ ’ w o wi wi me f ? O hat s y ur ll , ather

’ ’ ” O what s your will wi me ?

’ wi wi ou f i e i My ll y , a r Jan t, he sa d, “ It is both bed and board ;

’ om sa l o e we e i ie S e y that ye s t W ll ,

m we d But ye aun a French lord .

A e o m we d f Fr nch l rd aun I , ather, A French l ord maun I we d ?

’ m o o uo f i Then, by y s th, q a r Janet,

’ ’ H s m e ne er enter y be d. FA I R ANE j T.

’ ’ awa to m Janet s her cha ber, As fast as sh e could go ; ’ Wha s an e the first that tapped there,

‘ we hw " w i ie ! S e’ But s eet W ll , her o

we m i o i ie Oh, aun part th s l ve, W ll , That has been lang between ;

’ ’ There s a French l ord coming o e r the

’ T o we d me wi a ri ng

’ ’ There s a Fren ch l ord coming o e r the T ’ m o we d and tak me ha e.

I f we m n i o au part th s l ve, Janet, It causeth meikl e woe ;

I f we m i o n aun part th s l ve, Ja et,

It makes me i nto mourning go .

m i But ye aun gang to your three s sters,

Me aion an d e g, M r , J an ;

m to om t f i Tell the c e o a r Janet,

In case that her days are done .

’ ’ i i awa to hi i W ll e s s three s sters,

M e ion n ° g, Mar , and Jea

an d to f i O haste, gang a r Janet, ” I fear that her days are done .

m w m i i o S o e dre to the the r s lken h se, S ome drew to them their shoon ; i i m S ome drew to them the r s lk antels, Their coveri ngs to put on ;

’ ’ And they re awa to fair Janet ’ By the hie light 0 the moon. 6 1 6 S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y .

o n i i i Oh, I have b r th s babe, W ll e,

’ Wi meikle toil and pai n ;

h me m o i i Take a , take ha e y ur babe, W ll e,

For nurse I dare be nane.

’ ’ H s his o son i n his m e ta en y ung ar s, And kissed him cheek an d chi n ;

’ ’ ’ And h e s awa to hi s mother s bower hi i ’ By the e l cht o the moo n .

o mo Oh, pen , Open , ther, he says,

o n me in Oh , pe , and let ;

i i on m ow i The ra n ra ns y yell ha r,

’ de w o o e r m i And the dr ps y ch n,

’ m o son in m m And I ha e y y ung y ar s,

I fear that his days are done .

’ ’ Wi her fingers lang and sma

if i n She l ted up the p ,

’ And wi th her arms lang and sma

Received the baby in .

ae n ow w i i Gae back, g back , s eet W ll e, And comfort your fair lady ;

For w ae n o i here ye had but ur ce,

’ s n h Your young o shall ha e t ree .

’ Willie he was scarce awa

to And the lady put bed,

e i n m f Wh n and ca e her ather dear,

ll Make haste and bu sk the bride .

1 68 S CO T T I SH BALLAD POE TR Y.

’ t i ’ i And when they cam o Mar e s k rk,

’ T o tie the haly ban ,

’ an d wan Fair Janet s cheek l o oked pale ,

’ And her co l our gaed an d cam

i it was o When d nner past and d ne,

An d i to in danc ng beg ,

’ ’ w o i m i 0 e ll g take the br de s a dens,

’ An d we ll go fill the ring.

’ be n cam o 0 then the auld French l rd, “ ” i i wi wi me ? Say ng, Br de, ll ye dance th

’ ’ Awa awa o , , ye auld French l rd, Your face I down a

’ 0 cam n ow w i i ben then s eet W ll e,

’ He cam with ane advan ce

’ ’ ’ 0 o th e i e m i I ll g tak br d s a dens, w ’ ’ ” And e ll go tak a dance .

“ ’ ’ i wi ou i i I ve seen ther days y , W ll e,

’ no e . so has mo mae r And ny ,

’ ’ ’ wo wi me m Ye uld ha e danced ysel ,

’ m m i a Let a y a dens g e .

’ cam n ow w i i 0 ben then s eet W ll e, i “ i wi wi’ m ” Say ng, Br de, ll ye dance e ?

A m oo h wi y, by y s t , and that I ll, Gi n my back should break in three ! FA I R AN j E T .

n o She had a turned her thr ugh the dance,

r o ri Th ugh the dance but th ce,

’ sh e f ow Wi i f When ell d n at ll e s eet, An d up di d never rise !

’ ’ ' i i of his cofl r W ll e s ta en the key e ,

’ i it to his man And g en ,

m m mo Gae ha e and tell y ther dear, My horse he has me slai n ;

B id i to m o son her be k nd y y ung ,

r f has Fo ather he nane.

’ was ri i n i i The tane bu ed Mar e s k rk,

’ And the ti ther i n Marie s quire ;

f w ir Out o the tane there gre a b k, i i And the tither a bo nn e br er. 1 P TR 70 S CO T T I SH BALLAD OE Y.

E A R L R I C H A R D .

“ “ As E R i h E Li h o two e ion of [ arl c ard and arl t g w , v rs s hi e e i e h two o h e e i o l o t s ballad w r pr nt d by Buc an , and t r v rs ns a s ’ “ appe are d i n Ki nlo ch s co lle ctio n und e r th e title s o f Earl ” “ ’ ” ’ R i h T h h h e D h e h r c ard and e S e p rd s aug t r. Buc an s fi st “ ve rsio n was co nside re d to be out o f sigh t th e mo st circum ” stan tial e o e h h as e t e e i e o f e e and lab rat d t at y b n pr nt d , and gr at r antiquity than an English copy publish e d in th e R el i gues of

i h o P e I t i s h o hi h i s h e e o o e . A o B s p rcy . t at c py w c r f ll w d cc rd i n b f i s H i stof i a to H e e i n his e e to Gu i . N eu r z i e n s g arn pr fac g ,

O o . 1 1 th e e th e i e o f T h e K i h th e x n , 7 9, ballad , und r t tl n g t and ’ Sh e h e D h e e o i n th e ime of e e p rd s aug t r, was w ll kn wn t Qu n ’ “ ” E i e h A of i t i s o e i n F e h e P i im l zab t . stanza qu t d l tc r s lgr ,

iv . e e 2 . B i e h e e th e e i o e o f th e a act , sc n arn sdal , w r p s d ball d o i s o h e wi e mo for th e e e of R o i H oo ccurs , t r s fa us d ds b n d

Little J ohn . ]

E C o n o ARL RI HARD ce up n a day,

his i me n so wi And all val ant ght,

did h im ow to i He d n Barn sdale,

n i i Where all the la d s fa r an d light .

was w of mo He a are a da sel ,

wot f on she did o n I ast her b u d,

i ow of o o e W th t ers g ld up n her h ad,

f i wom As a r a an as could be found .

i on ou f i He sa d, Busk y , a r lady, The white flowers and the re d ; For I would give my bo n n ie ship

T o get your maide nhead .

S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE TR Y .

I have four-an d-twenty milk-white steeds All foaled i n o n e year ;

’ o e m m o Y u ll have th , and as uch red g ld A s all their backs can bear .

i o o She turned her r ght and r und ab ut, be nd ‘ grou . sh e wo m o And s re by the ld , ” wo n ot o o e i sh e I uld be y ur l v , sa d ,

For that church full o f gold .

him i o o He turned r ght and r und ab ut,

wo e m And he s r by the ass,

m o e Says, Lady, ye y l v shall be,

And gold ye shall have less .

e i o o She turn d her r ght and r und ab ut,

sh e wo moo And s re by the n ,

wo n ot o o sh e I uld be y ur l ve, says ,

F r o all the gold in Rome.

him i o o He turned r ght and r und ab ut,

wo e sun And he s r by the , “ m o Says, Lady, ye y l ve shall be

And gold ye shall have no ne .

He caught her by the milk-white hand

- e And by the grass gre n sleeve, And there has taken his will of her

wi h e r Wholly thout leave.

f ow The lady r ned and sadly blushed, And oh ! but she thought shame ; “ I f ou i h Says, y are a kn g t at all ,

Y ou wi me o n m surely ll tell y ur a e . E AR L R I H A R C D .

om e me In s e places th y call Jack,

In others so me they call me J ohn ;

’ w i o th e e e o But hen nt qu n s c urt, ” 0 e Lith c ock it i s m m , th n y na e.

Lithcock ! Lith cock i the lady sa d, And oft she spelt it ower again ;

’ Lithcock it s i i , Lat n , the lady sa d,

’ i r th e E i f R cha d s ngl sh o that name.

i o The kn ght he r de, the lady ran,

’ l i - o mme A ve l ng su r s day,

il m to th e wan w T l they ca e ater,

m n That all e do call Tay .

se t his o e to w He h rse h ad the ater, Just through it fo r to ri de ;

was as as him And the lady ready ,

The waters for to wade .

— For he had n e ve r been so kind hearted As to bid the lady ri de ; And sh e had ne ve r be e n so l ow-hearted

As for to bid h im bide .

i o th e wan w But deep nt ater,

bi o There stands a great g st ne,

i wi h o h o He turned h s g t h rse ead ab ut, “ i f i wi o o n ? Sa d, Lady a r, ll ye l up

’ She s taken the wand was i n her hand And Struck it o n the fae m ALL E TR l 74 S CO T T I SH B AD PO Y.

And before he got the middl e stream The lady was o n dry land

f od our By the help o G and Lady,

My help lies n ot in yo ur hand .

it f o m m mo I learned r y ther dear,

e Fe w are there that have learn d better, When I come to deep water

n I can swim like o y otter.

n it f om m m o I lear ed r y ther dear,

it fo r m w I find I learned y eal ,

om to w e When I c e a deep at r,

I can swi m through like o n y e el .

n ou Turn back, tur back, y lady Y ou know n ot what I se e ; There i s a lady in that castle

wi o u m That ll burn y and e .

i me w e i me woe Bet de eal , b t de , ” That lady I will se e .

oo i f om h e r e She t k a r ng r fing r, And gave it the po rter for his fe e ; “ ou m oo Says, Take y that, y g d po rter,

bid th e to m And queen speak e .

w sh e m fo And hen ca e be re the queen, There sh e fell l ow down o n her knee ; “ i s i i o Says, There a kn ght nt your court ” i has be m Th s day rob d e .

As h as be e n alre ady re marke d i n th e i ntroductory no te to ” L M i i e o m th e i e m ady a sry , burn ng app ars , fr anc nt ro ance s , to h e e e the e fo r i o i e av b n usual p nalty nc nt n nce .

L A P E TR S CO T T I SH BA L D O Y.

i o f o w i I w sh I had drunk y ur ater, s ster, When I did drin k your win e ;

’ f r f i That o a carle s a r daughter, It gars me dree all this

’ am Maybe I a carle s daughter, And maybe never n ane

me t me i n woo When ye the green d, ” Why did yo u n ot let me alane ?

i ou w o o W ll y ear the sh rt cl thes, Or will you wear the syde z ?

wi ou w to o w i Or ll y alk y ur edd ng, Or will you till it ride ?

i n ot w th e o o I w ll ear sh rt cl thes, But I will wear the syde

wi n ot w to m w i I ll alk y edd ng,

But I to it will ride .

was se t o o When he up n the h rse,

’ him in The lady beh , Then cauld and e erie were the words w The t a had them between .

“ ’ i -e e n She sa d, Gude , ye nettles tall, Just there where ye grow at the dyke

I f i m m o w the auld carl ne, y ther, ere here,

’ w sh wo 3 our h e d ic . e a sp k Sae eel s uld your pates pyke . ram you in h e r H ow she wo ou in 4 uld stap y her pock , bag . I wot she wadna fail ;

oi in And b l ye her auld brass pan,

of m e i k i S And ye ak r ght gude a l . E A R L R I H A R D C .

“ “ And sh e would meal you with m e ll e ring I 13133323 a sh e h th e mi Th t gat ers at ll , And mak e you thick as any dough ;

An d w was imf hen the pan br ul,

o m ou in i W uld ess y up scuttle d shes,

’ e bid u s su i we we e fu Syn p t ll r ,

ow o o k Lay d n her head up n a p c ,

o e i n Then sleep and sn r l ke o y sow.

w w o u wom n A ay, a ay, y bad a ,

For o i wo i m all y ur v le rds gr eveth e . When you hide so little for yo urself

’ ’ I m e i far fo r m sure y ll h de less e .

wi had o w i I sh I drunk y ur ater, s ster, Whe n that I did dri nk o f your wi ne ;

’ Since for a carle s fair daughter i It aye gars me dree all th s pi ne .

’ am e Maybe I a carl s daughter, And maybe never nane ; When ye me t m e i n the good gr eenwo od Why did you n ot let me alane ?

’ ’ - e - e - i Gude e en , gud e en , ye h ather berr es,

’ As ye re gr owing on yon hill ; I f th i w e auld carl ne and her bags ere here,

I wot sh e would ge t meat her fill .

a i i o ur o L te, late at n ght I kn t p cks With even fo ur and twenty kn ots ; And i n the mo m at breakfast time

’ ’ I ll carr th e keys o f an earl s locks . y. 1v 1 8 S T T H A L AD P T R 7 CO I S B L OE Y .

a e i i our o L te, lat at n ght I kn t p cks, With even four and twenty stri ngs ; And if you l ook to my white finge rs

They have as many gay gold rings .

w ! w ! ill wom A ay a ay ye an , So sore your vile words grieve th me

W e ou i so i e for o e f h n y h de l ttl y urs l , ’ ’ i I m sure ye ll h de far l e ss for me .

’ if ou But y are a carle s daughter,

As ou to I take y be, H ow did you ge t the gay cl othi ng

’ In gr ee nwo od ye had on thee ?

’ mo e o o w m My th r she s a p r o an ,

’ She nurse d earl s childre n three ;

ot m f om fo - i e And I g the r a ster s st r,

F r e i e o to b gu l such sparks as thee .

’ if o u a But y be a c rle s daughter,

As i ou I bel eve y be, H ow did you learn the good Latin ” In gre e nwo o d ye spoke to me ?

’ mo e m wom My th r she s a ean an ,

’ Sh e nursed e arl s children thre e ;

e it f om i in I l arnt r the r chapla ,

T e i a o b gu le such sparks s ye.

m was w n When ass sung and bells ere ru g,

me n o for And all b und bed, E i i Then arl R chard and th s lady, In ae be d the y were laid

1 80 T T I SH ALLAD P E TR S CO B O Y.

E DWA R D .

T hi e i e hi h h as e o e r i n [ s t rr bl ballad , w c an xact c unt rpa t “ S e i h e th e i e of S e R o e i e w d s und r t tl v n y s ngard , was first pr nt d ’ i n P e rcy s R e l i gu es from a co py s e nt to th e co lle cto r by Lord “ ” H I t i s o i e h th e m e E was s i e ail e s . p ss bl t at na dward sub t tut d P e i t o e n ot o h e i e o i n S o i h by rcy , as d s t rw s ccur a c tt s ballad e e h e E i h i i s me i o e A o h e e io xc pt w n an ngl s k ng nt n d . n t r v rs n , “ ” ’ M o th e rw l i n s r e ls e i e So n D i e i e in e l s M t . nt tl d av , was nclud d y T h e ve rsi on h e re fo ll o w e d “ mo i e . T h e T wa o h e t mi and st d r ct Br t rs , n e d by Ja e so n Ki i Sh e i s imi I n i t h o e e and rkpatr ck arp , a s lar balla , w v r , a

o h e n o t h e i s i . br t r, and a fat r, sla n ]

’ WH Y does your brand sae drap wi bluid ? Edward ! Edward !

’ o o sae wi i Why d es y ur brand drap blu d,

An d wh sae sad y gang ye,

’ i m w sae Oh, I ha e k lled y ha k gude, Mither ! Mither !

’ i m w sae Oh, I ha e k lled y ha k gude, i m 0 . And I had nae a r but he,

’ o h w i was sae Y ur a k s blu d never red, Edward ! Edward !

’ o w i was sae Y ur ha k s blu d never red,

son . My dear , I tell thee, O WA E D R D .

’ i m - o Oh, I ha e k lled y red r an steed, Mither ! Mither !

’ i m - o n Oh, I ha e k lled y red r a steed, f i was sae f e . That erst a r and r e, 0

“ ’ was ot m i Your steed auld, and ye ha e g a r, Edward ! Edward !

’ o was e ot m i Y ur steed auld, and y ha e g a r ; m o o 0 . S e ther dule ye dree,

’ i m f Oh, I ha e k lled y ather dear, Mithe r ! Mither !

’ i m f ar Oh, I ha e k lled y ather de ,

! wae i s me Alas and , O

“ And whatten penan ce will ye dree for that ? Edward ! Edward ! And whatten penance will ye dree for that ?

son n ow m e . My dear , tell , O

“ ’ set m f i n o o I ll y eet y nder b at, Mither ! Mither !

’ se t m f in o o I ll y eet y nder b at,

’ f o s And I ll are ver the e a,

’ ’ And what will ye do wi your towers and your ha ? Edward ! Edward !

’ ’ w wi i ow o And hat ll ye do w your t ers and y ur ha , o w sae fair to se e 0 ? That ere , 1 82 S T T I SH ALLAD E T R CO B PO Y.

“ ’ ' ’ th em stand i o fa I ll let t ll they d un , Mither ! Mither !

’ ’ I ll let them stand till they doun fa

For e m i m . her never a r aun I be, 0

And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife ? Edward ! Edward !

w wi i o wif And hat ll ye leave to your ba rns and y ur e,

o se a When ye gang ver the ,

’ warld s oom m be o if The r , let the g thr ugh l e, Mither ! Mither !

’ warld s oom m be o if The r , let the g thr ugh l e,

For m m i wi see the never a r ll I ,

And what will ye leave to your ain mither dear ? Edward ! Edward !

w wi to o ain mi e And hat ll ye leave y ur th r dear,

a son n ow me ? My de r , tell , O

o f f me h The curse hell rae s all ye bear, Mither ! Mither ! The curse of hell frae me shall ye bear m Sic o to e . c unsels ye gave , O

S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y .

wow w o And but they ere l vers dear,

’ And l ove d fu co nstantly ;

th e m i w e f out But aye a r hen th y ell ,

’ i s ute . p The sairer was thair plea .

’ o n And they ha e quarrelled a day,

’ Till Marj orie s he art grew wae ;

’ she i o o o o And sa d she d ch se an ther l ve,

And let young Benjie gae .

z - a ugh t . was stout o y And he , and pr ud hearted,

’ And tho ught o t bitterly ;

’ h e s wan mo o i And gane by the nl ght, m hi i T o eet s Marj o r e.

o m o 0 Open , pen , y true l ve,

o l e t me i n 0 pen , and

e o e o i I dar na p n, y ung Benj e,

e wi i My thre brothers are th n .

’ ’ e e o i Ye l e d, ye l e d, ye b n n e burd,

’ Sae l oud s I hear ye l e e ;

As m o o I ca e by the L ud n banks,

’ e e - t m Th y bade gud e en o e .

f w m ae f o But are ye eel , y ause l ve, That I have l oved sae lang !

e 3 o o o e o e co mec. It s ts ye ch se an th r l ve,

i And let young B e nj e gang.

T o i o hen Marj r e turned her r und about,

’ T h e te ar blinding her e e

e l e t in I dar na, darena thee , ’ m But I ll co e down to thee . Y N G B E N I E O U j .

f she mi i to him Then sa t s led, and sa d ,

’ 0 what ill ha e I do ne ?

oo h e r i n h is mi twa He t k ar s ,

’ An h d threw e r o e r the li n n .

m was th e m i was o The strea strang, a d st ut,

’ I i h i to be dash ed down . And la t la th dang ,

e re sh e wan th e o o But L ud n banks, w Her fair colour as wan .

’ n be s ak o The up p her eldest br ther, ” 0 se e na ye what I se e ?

’ out e o d o And then spak her s c n br ther,

“ ’ I t s our siste r Marj orie

’ h e r o Out then spak eldest br ther, “ ” 0 how shall we h e r ke n ?

’ out o e o And then spak her y ung st br ther, “ ’ - There s a ho n e y mark o n h e r chin .

’ ’ e e e u o me o e Th n th y ve ta n p the c ly c rps ,

i it o n r o And la d the g und,

wh a has i e our ae i e 0 k ll d s st r, And h ow can h e be found ?

n i it is h e r l ow l ke wake z The ght y ,

mom h e r i The bur al day,

we m w mi mi i And aun atch at rk dn ght,

An d hear what sh e will say.

’ Wi oo - i d rs ajar, and candle l ght,

o e i e And t rch s burn ng cl ar,

3 stre kit o e i i mi i 3 e ched. The i c rps , t ll st ll dn ght, str t

w e in e . They aked, but na th g h ar L R S CO T T I SH BA LAD P OE T Y.

’ o mi 0 i Ab ut the ddle the n ght, The co cks began to craw ;

’ n d o 0 n i h A at the dead h ur the g t,

‘ tr e T h e o to w . ith . c rpse began thra

wha h as o e e w i O d n the rang, s ster, Or dare d th e de adly sin ?

was sae o an d f o ’ Wha st ut, eared nae d ut ,

’ ” As thraw ye o e r th e li nn ?

“ Young Benj i e was the first ae man I laid my l ove upo n ;

was sae o o - He st ut, and pr ud hearted,

’ He threw m e o e r the linn .

we o e i i Sall y ung B nj e head, s ster, Sall we young B e nj l e hang ?

we i out h i s twa Or sall p ke gray een , And punish him e re he gan g ?

m i o Ye aunna Benj e head, br thers,

m i Ye aunna Benj e hang,

m i e u t his twa But ye aun p k o gray een,

And pun ish him e re he gang.

T ie o his a green cravat r und neck,

e him o ut an i n And l ad d , And the best ae servant ab out your house

T o w i o i n a t y ung Benj e o .

’ A n d e aye, at every s ven years end,

’ ’ Ye ll tak him to th e l inn

’ For e m that s the penanc he aun dree, or i p ate . T 3 h i in o scug s deadly s .

S CO T T I SH BALLAD POE T R Y .

She had nae sooner thae words said

’ Than the e l fin kn icht cam to he r side .

’ Arena ye o e r young a may

’ Wi on y young man down to lie ?

I have a sister younge r than I

And she was married y e sterday .

’ ’ Married wi me ye shall ne er be nane

’ hi wi h o ‘ m a s rt t ut Till ye mak to me a sark but a sea .

m it ife And ye aun shape kn , shearless, m i h se w t t re e dl e ss. And ye aun needle,

e m n w it in on i And y au ash y c stern,

Where water never stoo d n or ran .

m i t on on w o n And ye aun dry y ha th r ,

’ ’ Wh e re the sun ne e r sho ne sin man was

G in o t do for that c ur esy I thee, m i f m Ye aun do th s or e .

’ ’ Ye ll ge t an acre 0 gude red land

w e At e n the saut se a and the sand .

w for to c om I ant that land be ,

’ m r 2 i wi And ye aun ca t your horn .

m saw it wi o And ye aun th ut a seed,

’ An d m ow it wi ye aun harr a threed . TH E E LFI N KN I GH T .

’ m it wi o if And ye aun shear y ur kn e,

’ n n i I ‘ l ose a grai n And a ty e a p ckl e o t for your life .

2 - “ m mou it i n on mo o me w sto e . And ye aun y use h le, , r

m i - An d ye aun thresh t i n your shoe sole.

’ 3 a1m m fan it wi o oo 3 p s . And ye aun y ur l ves ,

m i in And ye aun sack t your gl oves.

’ An d m i it o e r sea ye aun br ng the ,

Fair an d clean and dry to me .

w n o w is w e on And he that y ur ark e l d e, ’ m Ye se ge t your sark without a sea . T T I SH ALLAD P E T R 1 90 S CO B O Y.

P C P S I R AT R I K S E N S .

T h e r o ld o f Sir P i S e i t e g and ballad atr ck p ns, as was styl d o e i e ma im to be th e m o i e S o i h by C l r dg , y lay cla st anc nt c tt s ballad i ah h e i hi o i o i h for wh ch aut nt c st r c f undat o n can be cit e d . T e compo si tio n h as ge n e rally be e n co nsid e re d to allude to the h o me -bringing o f th e M ai d o f No rway afte r the d e ath of

Ale xande r I I I . B ut M o th e rwe ll with gre at cle arne ss has shown i t to e e to th e hi e o h e i e o f th e n o l e me r f r s pwr ck , up n t r r turn , b n M e th e h f who o e e e o A e e I I I . to h e r c nv y d argar t , daug t r l xand r , * ’ i fN r wa H e o marriage with Er c o o y. qu t e s Wynto un s

T he n e st yh e r e fol uan d T h e K n i s do ucht r o f o y g y Sc tland , T hi Al san dr s th e h i h e M a s y y t r d , t at fayr y, W th th e K we s we dd t y yng y o f No rway . M e h o we s cal l d be me argr t sc y na , C omme nd t e of ud me y fayr and g fa . O f August that yhe re th e twe l ft day H r e h o on -til No y wayag sc tuk rway . I n the assumptyo wn e o f our Lady h o h Sc t are re ssawyd we s h o no rably .

’ T hi oo e i n th e e 1 28 1 e e e W n toun s s t k plac y ar , and b tw n y acco unt and th at o f th e ballad an e xact co incide nce h as be e n T he e e prove d . ballad d clar s

T h e y h oyse d th e ir sails on M on e n day mo rn ’ ’ Wi a th e spe e d th e y may ’ T h e y h a e land e d i n Noro way o Wo d n a U p n a e sd y.

B y a labo ri ous calculatio n M o th e rwe ll disco ve re d that i n th e e 1 28 1 th e 1 2th o f A M o i i n y ar , ugust was a nday , and , sa l ng o h Si r P i S e his o m mi h t at day , atr ck p ns and c pany g t ve ry w e ll land in Norway o n th e W e dne sday i n time fo r th e stat e re ce pti o n ’ o f th e i e e e e to W n toun s e me o n T h pr nc ss , agr abl y stat nt , ursday , th e 1 th o f A u h i h i s th e A m io f ur 5 ug st , w c ssu pt n o O Lady . M aidm e nt i n h is Scotti s/i Bal l ads an d S ongs asse rts that a m o n th e i o f P Stro n sa hi h ie o h tu ulus sland apa y, w c l s ab ut alf e e e No A e o i n h has e e way b tw n rway and b rd ur , Buc an , b n o th e e o f Si r P i I kn wn as grav atr ck Spe ns . t i s quite po ssible

Fo rdo un d. e e S e I . 0 . , k n , , 3 7

I SH A LLAD P O E T R 1 92 S C O T T B Y .

T o Norowa to Noro wa y, y,

’ T o Noroway o e r the fae m

’ i of Norowa The k ng s daughter y,

’ r m T is thou maun bring h e ha e .

wo Sir i The first rd that Patr ck read, Sae l oud l oud laughed he ;

i wo ir i The ne st rd that S Patr ck read, i i ’ The tear bl nded h s e e .

wha i s i h as o i O th s d ne th s deed,

’ th e i 0 me And tauld k ng ,

T o e us out i im of s nd , at th s t e the year, T o sail upo n th e se a ?

it wi be it we e it i it e Be nd, t, be ha l , be sle t, Our ship must sail the fae m

’ i o f Norowa The k ng s daughter y, ’ i ” T s we must fetch her hame .

They h oyse d their sails on M o n e n day morn ’ ’ Wi a the speed the y may ; ’ e in Norowa They ha e land d y,

o W n Up n a ode sday.

e e w w They hadna b n a eek, a eek,

Norowa w In y, but t ae,

’ Whe n that the l ords o Noroway

e o to sa B gan al ud y, SI R P A T R I K SP E N S C .

’ ’ Scottishme n n our i ow Ye spe d a k ng s g d,

’ And a our qu e e n is fe e .

lie li e i o ! Ye , ye , ye l ars l ud

’ Eu l oud I hear ye l ie ;

Fo r I brought as much white mon ey

As an e I m m e n m e g y and ,

— 2 And I brought a half fou of gude red gowd

’ ’ Out o e r th e se a wi me .

’ m e m m me n Make ready, ake r ady, y erry a , i i m Our gude sh p sa ls the orn .

Now m m , ever alake, y aster dear, f m I ear a deadly stor .

saw n e w moo e I the n , late yestr en ,

’ Wi the auld moo n i n her arm ;

if we to sea m e And gang , ast r,

’ ” I fear we ll come to harm .

d i u They ha na sa led a league, a leag e,

ea e e A l gue but bar ly thre ,

th e if r w wi w o When l t g e dark, and the nd ble l ud,

' An d gurly gre w the se a.

- 3 3 s ran o the to m . The anch rs brak, and p asts lap , p g It was sic a de adly storm ;

’ ’ h m e r o i And t e waves ca o the br ken sh p,

’ Till a her s ides were tom . 0 LLAD P E T R 1 94 S CO T TI SH BA O Y.

w wi e t i o 0 here ll I g a gude sa l r,

T o m m in take y hel hand,

i t to to -m T ll I ge up the tall p ast, ” T o se e if I can spy land ?

am i o 0 here I , a sa l r gude,

T o m in take the hel hand, Till you go up to the tall top-mast

’ ’ But I fear you ll ne er spy land .

He hadna gane a step, a step,

A step but barely ane,

W o fle w out of our oo i hen a b ut g dly sh p, i ’ And the salt se a t cam in .

’ f web 0 i i Gae, etch a the s lken cla th,

’ o 0 wi An ther the t ne,

’ wa m i o our i i And p the nt sh p s s de,

An h m d let na t e sea co e in .

’ fe we b 0 i i They tched a the s lken cla th,

’ o 0 th e wi An ther t ne,

’ ’ An d they wapp d them round that gude ship s

’ i sea cam in But st ll the .

O i i w our la th, la th ere gude Scots lords T o we e t their cork-hee led sho on !

’ or th e was But lang a play played,

wat i o n They the r hats ab o .

L E T R 1 96 S CO T T I SH BA LAD P O Y .

T H E B LU I DY S TA I R .

[R o the say Castle in B ut e i s said by traditio n to have be e n the f th e o e sce n e o f th e trage dy re co rd e d i n this ballad . O pe rs nag s wh o t oo k part i n th at trage dy no thing i s known but wh at the l O ne o f th e mo i e o e e i n S o ballad t e ls . st anc nt f rtr ss s c tland , the Castle o f R o th e say was a fami ly posse ssio n o f th e Ste warts almo st from th e time o f the ir first s e ttl e me nt i n th e co untry afte r D i th e e i of M o m th e Battle o f th e Standard i n 1 1 38 . ur ng r gn alc l the M i e 1 1 1 1 6 e e vi o o e i o o f Some e a d n ( 54 5 ) But , pr usly a p ss ss n rl d , Lo o f th e I e e th e S e hi e i th e rd sl s , was tak n by t ward t s b ng first i n h i e o f h e o th o foo ting o bta n e d o t e large r sl s t e w st c ast by e Sc ts . I t i s known to h ave be e n re capture d by th e Norse me n i n 1 228 ; i n 1 26 th e e v e o f th e e o f L i t o e i and 3 , Battl args , was nc aga n e H o th e No e i e o e to R uari e e tak n by ac rs k ng, and r st r d , a d sc u ’ of R e i o m rl d e o o o o n o f h dant g nald , S e e s s c nd s n . Up n e t e se o io th e i e o i to the No e e o i e ccas ns nvad rs , acc rd ng rs r c rd , ga n d e e i th e h e h e i e th e S e ntranc by sapp ng walls , w n t y k ll d t wart I i upo n th e m . t s po ssible that th e e ve nts o f th e ballad may h e o o e hi o e e . Fo i i i n om th e av f ll w d t s ccurr nc ur sta rs , r s g fr i e io o o i i mi e th e e e e to th e to of nt r r c urt , r g nally ad tt d d f nd rs p th e e i t i s th e mo e e e m i i of he e castl walls ; and st p rf ct r a n ng t s , ho e o o e e i to be i i e i h w s w rn and br k n st ps , sa d st ll sta n d w t oo e e e hi the i o f th e ie h e h i h i s bl d , d sc nd b nd ru ns anc nt c ap l , w c oi e o ut i i o t p nt d by trad t n as h e sce n e o f th e ballad . So th e e e e i o i s e T h e i S i i s far as pr s nt d t r awar , Blu dy ta r h e e i e i n o e io for th e ime I t i s r pr nt d a ballad c ll ct n first t . d e rive d fro m a gu id e -bo ok to R o th e say Castle publishe d by e Fe o R o h e i Bryc rgus n , t say , n

’ O H o e ow is o o , R th say s t er r und ab ut,

’ And R othe say s to we r is strang

’ And l oud within its merry wa s ’ oi e 0 w i The n s assa l rang.

’ 0 o w A scald N r ay struck the harp, And a goo d harpe r was he ;

Fo r e mad o o hearts b at , and l ks grew wild

’ ’ Wi his n i sa g o v ctory . T H E L UI D Y S T AI R B .

A dark-eyed chi ef h as left th e board Wh e re h e sat as l ord and liege ; And h e called al oud amidst th e crowd

Fo r T h rfin n his i f - o o o . , l ttle t page

G o th e e , tell stranger Isab l ,

sh e i n ot f om th e owe That st r r b r,

i o T ll darkness d ns her blackest dress,

mi n i m h And d cht arks t e hour.

And tell the Lady Isabel ,

’ T o o m wh fe is o e r c e en the ast , And me et upon the chape l stair hi f h The C e tai n Ro ry M o r .

’ ’ th e f was o e r was h When east , and a hus ed

midn icht in mi In and rk,

’ was e e i i i e e n A lady s n , l ke a sp r t at , ki T o pass by the holy rk .

’ fo 0 h i She stood at the ot the c apel sta r,

’ And sh e heard a fo otstep s tre ad ;

r h w w io was e Fo t e ild No rse arr r ther , Wh o thus to th e lady sai d

“ ’ I m o o th e i ie f R ry Mh r, sland ch ,

’ I m o e i o d of e R d r c, L r But ;

’ o w i e o e For th e raven 0 N r ay fl s ab v , ’ And the lio n 0 Scotland i s mute. S CO T TI SH BALLAD POE T R Y

o i h f i i I hate y ur k t , a r lady, he sa d, I hate your kith and kin ; And I am sworn to be th e ir foe

i in Till life be drie d w th .

“ i me o a Yet k ss , l vely Is bel , And lay your chee k to min e ;

’ th e i o i ew r Though ye bear blu d the H gh St a d,

’ I ll woo nae hand but thine .

” Awa awa ! ! , ye rank butcher

i th e e Sa d Lady Isab l, For beneath your hand my father dear

And my three brave brothers fell .

“ ’ ’ I t s o e m i I ha e c nquer d the , he sa d, “ And I will conquer the e ;

F r if i n o wi we d o l ve ye nna ,

m n My le a ye shall be .

’ T h e stars will dreip out their beds 0 blue Ere you in love I we d ; I rathe r wad fly to the grave and lie

’ mo m In the uldy e brace o the dead .

o Wi n o I canna l ve, I n a l ve A murderer for my l ord ;

’ For even yet my father s bluid

’ I o e d i l a e r n w . cl tt . L es pp d o your s ord

LL E T R 200 S CO T T I SH BA AD PO Y.

T H O M AS T H E R H Y M E R .

[O n e of th e o lde st of th e e xtant ballads o f Sco tland to which a i be h e hi e m i o o ne o f th histori c pe rso nal ty can attac d , t s r a ns als e m o f Ercil do un e h o i m o i e e i . T ho e e o e is st nt r st ng as , w s ru n d t w r i to be e e e th e i e o f E o o n th e Le e e st ll s n n ar v llag arlst n ad r wat r , was famo us bo th as a po e t and a pro ph e t th rough o ut th e mi ddle i o i of o o h e o e his e e age s n Sc tland . B ts l cal pr p cy qu t d as w r flo ating i n po pular traditio n so lat e as the be ginning o f the o n o me h o h o S o pre se nt ce ntury , and pr bably na t r ug ut c tland , o e e i M i h e S o M e i th e Wi has e e n t e v n e xc pt ng c a l c t and rl n ld , b n i o h i nve st e d wi th so uncanny a re putat n as t at o f T ru e T homas . From th re e e xtant charte rs and a re fe re nce by H e nry th e M i e hi sl ife ma be se t o h e e e th e e 1 220 nstr l , y r ug ly b tw n y ars and ” i me o f T h e R h me i s e i e e to h e e e 1 299. H s na y r b l v d av b n ” mo o m e of i T ri m e i e om hi s o . T h e f S r e d r v d fr w rks a us r anc str , ’ i M ci r ca 1 0 i n th e A o pre se rve d i n th e Auch nl e ck S. ( 3 5 ) dv cate s ‘ Li e i e S o i n 1 80 M Ne il i n 1 886 i brary , and d t d by c tt 4 and by , s be lie ve d to be his ; and a small vo lume publish e d at Edinburgh by Andro H art i n 1 6 1 5 co ntains a large numbe r o f po liti cal h mi h e i e i e to th e R h m T he e a o r y ng prop c s attr but d y e r . r ls e i om i oe m i n h e e f tts o r o hi h e x sts a r ant c p t r y , cant s , w c first s ts fo rth th e m anne r i n which T ho mas o btaine d his pro ph e tic po we r o m th e e e o f F e i e e o e e to o e e i n fr Qu n a r , and n xt pr c ds f r t ll ch rono logi cal o rde r th e e ve nts o f Sco ttish histo ry for se ve ral

i Fi e M . e io o f hi om o i i o ce ntur e s . v S v rs ns t s c p s t n have be e n

e e e h e e e e e e i e o e he D r . . A . r s rv d , and av r c ntly b n d t d t g t r by J M for th e E E i h T e So ie T h e of h urray arly ngl s xt c ty . part t e ’ poe m which d e tails Ercildo un e s adve nture with the Qu e e n of El fl an d ma be e ie e to be the o of T h om him e y b l v d w rk as s lf. “ mi e o i n his P o u l ar al l ads Scotl an d e e Ja s n , p B of , sugg st d that i n o e to i e io to hi s e i io hi h e e m t rd r g v a sanct n pr d ct ns , w c s all o h ave be e n calculat e d i n o n e way o r o the r fo r th e se rvi ce of hi s o th e R h me e e e to i e o e i h th e l fi c untry , y r pr t nd d an nt rc urs w t e n ” e e N m P o m i i did i h the m h E e i I t is qu n , as u a p l us w t ny p g r a. th e first fytt o f th e po e m which h as be e n transfo rme d by o ral “ traditio n i nto th e ballad known und e r th e name o f T homas the ” R h me i t i s e m e i h h e i h y r , and r arkabl w t w at fid l ty t e po pular e hi e has o e e the i e of i i v cl c nv y d narrat v nc de nts , and e ve n th e T H M AS T H E R H YM E R O . i e i e e io o f th e ie om o i i o V i o f d nt cal xpr ss ns , anc nt c p s t n. e rs o ns th e h e e e i e o h mi o Sir ballad av b n pr nt d b t by Ja e s n and Sco tt . W e o n th e e io of th e i e oe m e to th e alt r , sugg st n anc nt p , add d a e o o f hi s o wn o m o i i o e m o i o me o f b llad a s c nd part , c p s t n , b dy ng s ’ th e mo i i o h e i e e o m H i a i o st str k ng pr p t c v rs s fr art s publ c t n , and a hi e i e mo e o e o th e i io o f th e t rd part, nt r ly d rn , f und d up n trad t n l e r to El fl an d of T e T h o m i h h h fina r tu n ru as , w t a art and ynd whi ch appe ar e d to summo n him i n th e gre e nwo od ne ar hi s to we r of Ercil do un e . T h e o o f th e a l hi h h e e o o i s h of S o who c py b l ad w c r f ll ws t at c tt , ” o in e i t r om e i i n ot om Ercildoun e bta d f a lady r s d ng far fr , and

M . r o co rrec ted and e nlarged i t fr om a co py i n th e S o f M s. Br wn f F a o al kl nd . I t sh o uld be add e d that th o ugh Eildo n T re e o n Eildo n si d e h as o a o i ea e th e o h e e T h om i s i to l ng g d sapp r d , sp t w r as sa d have me t th e Que e n of Faeri e i s marke d by a large stone call e d Ei ldo n T re e St one . ]

E M on H un tlie TRU THO AS lay bank,

’ ’ A fe rlie ’ he spied wi hi s e e ;

An h e he saw i d t er a lady br ght,

Come ridi ng down by the Eildo n tree .

’ i was 0 - e i Her sh rt the grass gre n s lk,

’ Her mantle o th e velvet fine ;

’ At ' ilka te tt 2 of h e r horse s mane

Hung fifty siller bells and ni ne .

‘ om afl h is ca True Th as, he pulled p,

w w to his e And l outed l o do n kne , ! i o mi n of All ha l , th u ghty Quee Heaven

For thy pee r o n e arth I never did see .

n o 0 n o om sh e i 0 , , Th as, sa d, That name does n ot belang to me ; I am but the qu e en o f fair Elfl an d

That am hither co me to vi sit thee. S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y .

“ ” ‘ n i srm k . si g o m sh e i Harp and carp , Th as, sa d ;

’ Harp and carp alo n g wi me ;

if t o i m i And ye dare k ss y l ps,

f o o i Sure O y ur b dy I w ll be.

“ i me w i me woe Bet de eal, bet de , That weird shall never daunto n me 2

i o i Syne he has k ssed her r sy l ps,

n i All under eath the E ldon tre e .

’ Now m o wi me sh e i , ye aun g , sa d ;

’ e om m o wi m e Tru Th as, ye aun g ;

m me e e And ye aun serve s v n years, ” w r ma Through eal o woe as y chance to be .

She mounted o n her milk-wh ite stee d ;

’ ’ She s ta en True Th o mas up behi nd ; w ’ i And aye, hene er her br dle rung, fl w if h The steed e sw ter than t e wind .

0 o n f on they rade , and arther ; The steed gaed swifte r than th e wind ;

i e wi Unt l they reached a des rt de, w And livi ng land as left behind .

i ow i o w n o w om s L ght d n, l ght d n , True Th a , And lea n your head upo n my knee ;

i i e Ab de and rest a l ttle spac ,

And I will shew you ferlies three .

S T T I SH ALLAD P E T R CO B O Y.

m to Syne they ca e a garden green ,

’ And sh e pu d an apple frae a tree

e i for w om Tak th s thy ages, True Th as ; It will give thee the to ngue that can never

o e i s mi ain om i ' My t ngu ne , True Th as sa d

’ A gude ly gift ye wad gi e to me ! ll w I ould be able . I neither dought to buy n or sell

At fair or tryst where I may be.

o i to i or I d ught ne ther speak pr nce peer, i Nor ask of grace from fa r lady . ” Now o e ! i h ld thy p ace the lady sa d,

“ ’ ” For as sa so m it . I y, ust be

h as o o of th e o He g tten a c at even cl th, And a pair of shoes o f velvet green ; i w And t ll seven years ere gane and past,

Tru e Thomas on earth was n ever seen . T H E B ROO M ’ C W D E N KN O T H E O O W E S .

E h i i of o Ki o h h its o wn [ ac d str ct Sc tland , says nl c , as ve rsio n “ ” “ o f hi l . So P o e s o h i it m h e t s ba lad , adds r f s r C ld , ust av ” o e n i mi hi e i n i ts I ts i i i s o h e fo r d n o l ttle sc f day . ant qu ty v uc d “ th e h E i h i in th e R ox bu r h al l ads T h e by fact t at an ngl s d tty g B , ” Lo e No h e L e hi h i e o 1 6 0 e v ly rt rn ass , w c was pr nt d ab ut 4 , b ars “ that i t was to a ple asant Sco ttish tune calle d T h e Broom o f ” “ C owde nkn o we s. T h e e i o o f O the oom th e r fra n als br , ” o ie o i e oom i s me io e i n th e h e i io o f b nn , b nn br nt n d fift d t n ’

B o A natom o el an ch ol 1 6 8 . A o e i e T e urt n s y f M y , 3 c py nt tl d h ” ’ L i of Kn oti n ton o f 1 68 i s mo B i h o P e e a rd g , 7 , a ng s p rcy s pap rs , “ ” and a short ve rsi o n e ntitle d Bonni e M ay was pri nt e d by T h e e mo om e e e i o i s h H e rd i n 1 769. fin st and st c pl t v rs n t at ’ i e o m E i Fo e i io i n S o M i n str e l s pr nt d fr ttr ck r st trad t n c tt s y , and i T he e i o of A u ld thi s s th e co py h e re fo llow e d . d t r ’

al l an ts M r . R o e Fo i n i i o e i o e B , b rt rd , re pr nt ng Sc tt s v rs n , av rs “ — — th at th e first ba llad pro bably th e subj oine d having thi s i e i s i to h e e e th e o io o f M e l l e rstan e m i t tl , sa d av b n pr duct n a a d , h o e me o i e h th e o of h e r o e e w s na was Cr sb , and t at w rds s ng w r se t to m i D i R i i o th e ill - e m i i o f M us c by av d zz , fat d us c an ary ” S C owde nk n owe s i s o th e Le e W e o o tuart . up n ad r at r , ab ut f ur mile s above M e lro se . ]

0 T H E oom o i o i oom br , and the b nn e, b n n e br ,

’ And the broom o th e C owde nkn owe s !

sae w as ie And aye s eet the lass sang, ’ w mi i . I the bucht, lk ng the e es

i w i on i i The h lls ere h gh lka s de,

’ ’ 1 th e fo d in th e i l irk I o i l And the bucht the the h ll , w hollo . o i it An d as sh e , n aye , sang her v ce ra g

’ Out ower the head 0 yon hill . 206 S T TI SH ALLAD P E T R CO B O Y.

’ The re was a troop o gentlemen m i i m i Ca e r d ng err ly by,

’ ’ And ane o th e m has rade out o the way

T o the bucht to the bo nn i e may.

e ma se e o i We l y ye save and , b nn e lass, ” And weel may ye save and se e !

’ sae wi ou w e - i And y , ye e l bred kn ght,

’ ’ And what s your will wi me ?

i i s mi mi f i ma The n ght sty and rk, a r y, i And I have r dden astray,

wi so i f i ma And ll ye be k nd, a r y, As come o ut and p oi nt my way ?

i out i o ut m i e ! R de , r de , ye ra p r d r

’ Your steed s baith stout and strang ;

’ Fo r out o om the bucht I darena c e, w ” For fe ar that ye do me rang.

wi i me o ie ? O nna ye p ty , b nn lass O wi n na ye pity me ?

wi i m o e And n na ye p ty y po r st ed, ” Stands trembli ng at yon tree ?

I wadna pity your poor steed

o it w ie to o Th ugh ere t d a th rn, For if ye wad gai n my l ove the night w i Ye ad sl ght me ere the mom .

For ou o we - I ken y by y ur el busked hat,

’ o m wi i e e And y ur erry t nkl ng ,

’ ’ That ye re the laird o the Oakland hills

ma w e m for And ye y e l see to be .

S T T I SH ALLAD P E TR CO B O Y .

wae to o e we - f But be y ur herd, ather,

1 x death. And an ill de id may he die !

3 ? ’ i . bu 0 ow bu lt He g the bucht at the back the kn e, 3 f ox. 3 i And a tod has fr ghted me .

m to d to oo There ca e a the bucht d r, The like I never saw ;

a m did And ere he had t ken the la b he ,

’ 4 ie fe a he 4 l r, r t r. I had l oured he had ta en them

w f w w o m 0 hen fi teen eeks ere c e and gane,

if w e F teen eeks and thr e,

i to oo in That lass e began l k th and pale,

’ o f r his m i i And th ught lang o erry tw nkl ng e e .

f on on be t imm It ell a day, a s er day,

’ ’ was in out f She ca g her ather s kye,

’ By came a troop o gentlemen ’ m i i i A err ly r d ng by .

ma e se e o i ma Weel y ye sav and , b nn e y ! Weel may ye save and se e !

wat o i ma Weel I ye be a very b nn e y,

3 ’ 5 who is owe d. But wha s aucht that babe ye are

wo o i sa Never a rd c uld that lass e y, For never a ane could she blame ; And never a word could the lassie say “ m m But I have a gude an at ha e .

“ ’ ’ e o i ma Ye lee d, ye l e d, ye very b nn e y! Sae loud as I hear you lee ! Fo r di n n a ye mind that misty night

’ ’ I was i the bucht wi thee ? TH E R M 0’ T H E C O WD E NKN W B OO O ES . 209

ou o mi sae 1m I ken y by y ur ddle j p,

’ o m wi i e e And y ur erry t nkl ng ,

’ ’ o i i ow nkn w That ye re the b nn e lass the C de o e , m ” And ye may weel see for to be .

’ h e s off hi s - own Then leapt berry br steed,

’ An d h e s se t that fair may o n

’ ‘ ’ -f ‘ f h e -i - w out o o n la . Ca y ur kye, gude ather , y ursel , at r

’ ’ For she s never ca them out again .

“ ’ am i o i I the la rd the Oakland h lls,

’ i o I ha e th rty pl ughs and three,

’ And I ha e gotten the bonniest lass

’ ’ ” That s in a the south country . 2 1 S T T I SH ALLAD P T 0 CO B OE R Y .

A C S I R W I L L I M WA L LA E .

[T he re is re aso n to be li e ve th at th e industry o f H e nry th e Minstre l i n the fifte e nth ce ntury so fully i nco rpo rate d i n his Wall ace all th e po pular ballad narrative s curre nt re garding the natio nal h e ro th at n o t o n e of th e se h as be e n hande d do wn to mod e rn ime T h e two o m o i i o n hi h h e e o o o i o t s . c p s t s w c r f ll w bv usly d e ri ve th e ir i ncide nts from th e fo urth and fifth boo ks of th e ’ ’ h and Mi e e i . I n A e e L i T i stl e o Scotl nstr l s p c l xand r a ng s f , as ’ e in h A n ci e n t all ads th e i e o f W e w ll as Buc an s B , narrat v allac and hi s l e man h as a p o rti o n o f the al e h o use adve nture attach e d to i t Se e e e e i o o f th e e h o e e e i n . parat and b tt r v rs ns latt r , w v r , app ar ’ ’ h Gl ean i n s i n oh o M u si cal M use u m in Buc an s g , J ns n s , and ’ ” m o u l ar al l ads ir Wi i Ja ie so n s P p B . S ll am Wallace i s acco rd “ i n l e h e e om T h e T h i stl e o S cotl an d G e g y tak n r fr f , and ud ’ Wallace from Buch an s Gle an i ngs j

o f i i m WOULD ye hear W ll a Wallace,

him as o And seek he g es,

o th e of Int land Lanark, Amang his mo rtal fo es ?

There were fifte e n English sogers

o his m Unt lady ca e, “ ’ i G i e u s i i m Sa d, W ll a Wallace,

we ma him i That y have sla n .

’ o i e i i m e W uld ye g W ll a Wallac ,

we ma e him i That y hav sla n ,

’ be w e to o And ye se edd d a l rd, ” i n h riste n de e m The best C .

i i Th s very n ght, at seven,

e wi om i n Brav Wallace ll c e ,

’ om to m m o And he ll c e y cha ber d or,

i o or e o r in W th ut dr ad d .

2 12 S T TI SH ALLAD P O E TR CO B Y.

’ i i e me o ow o w W ll ye g y ur g n, y ur go n,

o ow o i Y ur g n but and y ur k rtle,

Y o i o of o i ow ur pett c at b nn e br n, And belt about my middle ?

’ i in i I ll take a p tcher lka hand, And do me to the well ;

’ ’ in I m o n e o f o m i They ll th k y ur a dens,

in i i s Or th k t yoursel .

’ h as i him ow ow She g en her g n, her g n, Her petticoat and kirtle

’ o wi i Her br adest belt s lver clasps, i hi mi T o b nd about s ddle.

’ ’ H s i in i e ta en a p tcher lka hand, And done h im to the well ;

o h im o n e of m i They th ught her a dens , ’ i ’ They ken d t was na hersel .

i one of o o fo Sa d the S uthr n ragers, “ See ye yon lusty dame ?

’ wo i e m i to o I uld na g e kle thee, neeb r,

T o bring her back again .

Then all the Southro ns followed him And sure they we re but four ;

has w his But he dra n trusty brand,

And slain them pair by pair. C G U D E WA L LA E .

C E in hi i WALLA the gh H ghlands, Neith er me at n or dri nk got he ; “ ’ ’ i Fa me if or fa me Sa d, l e, death,

Now to om ow m n s e t n I au be .

’ H e s o n his o cl e idin put sh rt g, And o n hi s sho rt cl e idin g put he ;

’ ’ me if or fa me Says, Fa l e, death, ” w - No to Perth town I maun be.

’ e o e r i He st pped the r ver Tay, I wat he stepped o n dry land ; ’ was w of we -faur d 1I m i He a are a el a d, W as washing the re her lily hands .

’ w w a w w -f r mai ? What ne s, h t ne s, ye eel au d d

’ ” What news h a e ye this day to me ?

w nae w e i Nae ne s, ne s, y gentle kn ght,

’ Nae news ha e I this day to thee ; But fifteen l ords in yon hostage-house i i ” Wa t ng Wal lace for to se e .

I f I had but i n my pocket

wo f n i The rth o o e s ngle penny,

wo o to th e o - o I uld g h stage h use, An m t se e d there th e gentle en o . S CO T T I SH BA LLAD P OE T R Y

h e r in o She put hand her p cket, And sh e h as pulled o ut half-a-crown “ e i Says, Take ye that, ye b lted kn ght,

’ Twill pay your way till ye come down .

’ s w f w e - f m i A he ent rae the e l aur d a d,

e o wat me t A b ggar b ld I he,

’ I t tch e d. Was o wi c l oute d o c vered a cl ak,

And in his hand a trusty tre e .

w w e w i 2 man What ne s, hat n s, ye s lly auld ,

’ ’ ” What news ha e ye this day to gi e ?

No w n o w i ne s, ne s, ye belted kn ght,

’ No news h a e I this day to thee ; But fifteen l ords i n the h ostage -house

Waiti ng Wallace for to se e .

’ m e o o o Ye ll lend y ur cl uted cl ak,

o ou f e to i That c vers y ra head sh e, ’ An to o e - o d I ll gang the h stag h use,

Aski ng there for some supplie .

’ Now h e s to -m i wo o gane the West u r d,

And there he pulled a trusty tree,

’ h e s o n to th e o e - o And then h stag h use,

i e fo r i Ask ng ther char ty .

w i i om D o n the sta r the capta n c es, Aye the puir man fo r to se e '

I f ai as as oo ye be a capt n gude ye l k,

’ ’ Ye ll gi e a puir man some Supplie ;

I f i as e as oo ye be a capta n gud ye l k, i ’ i ’ A guinea th s day ye ll g e to me .

S T TI SH ALLAD E T R CO B PO Y.

was n ot w o The table ell c vered,

Nor was se t ow to i yet he d n d ne, Till fifteen more of the English l ords

Surrounded the house where he was i n .

wif sh e oo The gude e ran but the fl r, And aye the gu deman he ran ben ;

’ om i o oc i fo n oo Fr e ght cl k t ll ur at n,

n Wallace has killed full thirty me .

‘ o in sic wi He put the h use a s ther ,

’ That five 0 them he stickit dead ;

’ i 0 m ow e in i F ve the he dr n d the r ver,

- And five hung in the West muir wood .

* Now i s o n o on he the N rth Inch g e, Where th e maid was washing tenderly

Now m oo i i i , by y s th, sa d W ll e Wallace,

’ ’ ” I t s been a sair day s wark to me !

’ H s h is i o his o e put hand nt p cket, And he h as pulled out twe nty pound ; “ w -f m i Says, Take ye that, ye eel aured a d, ” For the gude luck of your half-crown !

T he co mmo ns o f th e city o f P e rth are calle d the No rth and I e So uth nch s . T H E A T T LE O F T TE R R B O BO U NE .

T H E

BATT L E O F OTT E RB O U RN E .

[O f all th e po pular lays o f Sco tland th e ballad o f T h e B attle o f O tte r bo um e m i h i I e re a ns t e mo st st rring. ne v r h e ard th e ” o l d o o f P e D o i P i i i s ng rcy and uglas , says S r h l p S dne y i n his “ D en ce P oets h I o n ot m h e m o e m o e h ef of y , t at f und y art v d r t an ” i h m e An d h o h th e i i w t a tru p t . t ug say ng probably appl e s to ” t h e om i o o f h e h e i t i s e i e c pan n ballad C vy C as , qually appl cabl h e re . No o th e r ballad gi ve s so strong an impre ssio n of th e hi h -h e a e hi o f th e mi e e i e the me g rt d c valry ddl c ntur s , and at sa t ime n o h ballad as a gre ate r claim to histo ri c truth . A circumstantial account o f th e famo us battl e i s furnish e d by F oi ma be i e mm i e I n th e mo h of r ssart , and y br fly su ar s d . nt A 1 88 th e o e o f o h i e e o i ugust , 3 , n bl s Sc tland , av ng agr d up n a ra d i o th e o h e o i e o f E e m e h o o f e e nt n rt rn c unt s ngland , ass bl d a st tw lv h e e o h o me n -at- m e e h undr d lanc s and f rty t usand ar s n ar J dburg , o n h B t e o e . H e h e h h th e E i h o rd r re t y e ard t at ngl s bar ns , h e e P e E of No h m e h ad e e ad d by rcy , arl rt u b rland , pr par d a c o e i i o o T o e e hi the S o i h o e unt r ra d nt Sc tland . pr v nt t s c tt s f rc s w e re divi de d : whil e th e mai n bo dy unde r Archibald D o uglas th e E o f Fi e so n o f R o e I I m e fo r i e and arl f , b rt . , ad Carl sl , a s m e ho o f h e e o r o h e i e me n -at - m i h all r st t r f ur undr d p ck d ar s , w t o me two h o o h e e -mo e e e l e d me s t usand t rs , w ll unt d , w r by Ja s , E o f D o his o h e th e E o f M th e E arl uglas , br t r , arl urray , and arl o f M h h o h th e Shi e o f No h m e D h m arc , t r ug r s rt u b rland and ur a ,

i h e e to th e o f Ne e . I n th e o e burn ng as t y w nt , walls wcastl c urs -of a skirmish unde r th e s e walls D ouglas go t po sse ssio n of th e e o o f H e P e o r H o h e e so n o f the p nn n nry rcy , tspur as was call d , E o f No r th um T hi h e o e h e o h ome arl be rl an d. s v w d w uld carry a n d i h mo unt o n th e high e st po int o f hi s castle of D alke t . “ ” “ “ T h e e P e h h o e e . o me h e at , answ r d rcy , s alt t u n v r C t n ” “ to - i h win it i D o I i i t e o e n g t and back , sa d uglas w ll plant b f r ” m e N e th o m h e hi mi e o h - e y t nt . xt day e Sc ts arc d t rty l s n rt w st t r oum e I t from Ne wcastle and be si e ge d th e t o we r o f O t e b . was moo i h i h e i h o o e h e ome o f a nl g t n g t , cl ar and fa r , t at f ll w d , w n , s th e S o i h e i e mo e o f h e m e e c ts kn g ts b ng at supp r , and r t asl p , e i e wi h th e o o f th e e e i to be w ar d t lab urs day , and xp ct ng up e ime to e e th i e n th e mo o th e h e o f b t s r n w e s e g o rr w , cry was ard “ P e ! P ! " th e h e o f si x h e rcy e rcy and H o tspur , at ad undr d l e e i h h o o o e e e i i o the anc s and g t t usand f t , was s n br ak ng nt S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y

m T he i h o f the o h me h i e ca p . kn g ts n rt ar d ast ly , and by a w ll o e e mo e me o th e hi i e e o h e i i c nc rt d v nt al ng lls d , f ll up n t r assa lants om e e e e T h e E i h e e e fr an un xp ct d quart r . ngl s w r tak n by i e e e o i e e e h e i e - o f surpr s , but pr s ntly cl s ng up , r n w d t r battl cry “ ” P e rcy ! and be ing th re e t o o n e be gan to drive back th e i r o o e . Se e i hi D o wh o o o pp n nts ng t s , uglas , was y ung, str ng, and e e hi s e to th e o e i i two -h e ard nt , s nt bann r fr nt , and s z ng a and d e -axe e i o th e hi e o f th e h h e e i h battl , plung d nt t ck st fig t , w r , w t “ ” the sh o ut o f D ouglas ! D ouglas ! h e cle are d a path be fo re him . H e e e e i o th e E i h e o e h e e p n trat d far nt ngl s ranks b f r f ll , struck by

h e e e o e in th e ho e th e h e th e hi h . t r sp ars at nc , s uld r , c st , and t g H is two ir e Si r R o e H imo G e i i squ s , b rt art and S n l nd nn ng, lay e at hi s i e his h i R i h L n i e h ad t d ad s d , and c apla n , c ard u d , jus ’ e e o axe i n h i n e e e o f hi s m e o b n struck d wn , and , d f nc ast r s b dy , h e Si r me Li Si r o h ir W e Si i w n Ja s ndsay , J n and S alt r ncla r , and o he S o i h i h i e m e h e i to th e o . t r c tt s kn g ts and squ r s , ad t r way sp t “ ” o i h ow e i t i h ou ? e Sir oh Si i . C us n , far s w t y ask d J n ncla r “ ' I if e e e e th e E i e be G o d fe w o f nd f r ntly , answ r d arl ; pra s d , m e o h e i e i n h e i e A e e m e fo r I o y anc st rs av d d t r b ds . v ng , c unt m I t l h h D o h yse lf d e ad . i s an o d pro p e cy t at a d e ad uglas s all

i e I h o e i t i be om i h e h i i h . ga n a fi ld , and p w ll acc pl s d t s n g t W e oh Si i i h m e l e t e i h e alt r and J n ncla r , up w t y bann r and n t r ” i e n o r foe o o f m e h . T hi th e Si i did fr nd kn w y d at s ncla rs , and i h th e h o o f D o l e d n e w o e w t s ut uglas a attack , and , supp rt d th e E o f M M h o e th e E i h so by arls urray and arc , dr v ngl s back ir R l h far that th e y co uld n o t re co v e r th e ir lo st gro und . S a p P e hi s h o e oo o f o o e e e to Sir oh rcy , s and b ts full bl d , surr nd r d J n M e H o e h -to -h e o e axw ll ; and tspur, aft r a and and nc unt r , was m e i o e Lo M o o me e i o m e e e ad pr s n r by rd ntg ry , b ng c p ll d aft rwards fo r his ranso m to build fo r hi s capto r th e castl e o f P e n o on i n

A hi e . T h e E i h o 1 860 i e 1 000 wo e yrs r ngl s l st k ll d , und d , and 1 0 e i O n th e i e 40 tak n pr so ne r . Sco ts s de th lo ss was abo ut 1 00 i 2 D o n o t ie o n th e k lle d and 00 captur e d . uglas was bur d e th e e i e to M e o e A e fi ld , as ballad narrat s , but was carr d lr s bb y , he e h is o m ma i be e e A e e h D o was w r t b y st ll s n . l g nd t at uglas n o t il e in i h e o m e hi e k l d fa r fig t , but was stabb d fr b nd by a pag , o h i e o o f Lufl n e ss h om he h ad on th e J n B ck rt n , w struck day e o e i h his h e o fo r ome e o f m a be b f r w t trunc n s slackn ss duty , y ri e o to th e o mmo e i e o f i i ome att but d , as Sc tt says , c n d s r ass gn ng s e mo e e o i e for the e h o f man r t and xtra rd nary caus d at a gre at . T h e sce ne o f th e battl e o f O tte rbo um e i s still known as Battle ’ o . A o o o P e o m th e o t Cr ss cr ss , l cally kn wn as rcy s Cr ss , arks sp whe re th e Earl o f D o uglas i s suppo se d to h ave falle n ; and abo ut mi i o n awd u i e F o n H th e i e o f th e i h . a l d stant , ll , e v st g s Scott s m a ca p m y still be mad e o ut . A Sco ttis h ballad d e scribing the battle may be be lie ve d to “ h e e e o ul ar h o e th e e e I n th e o m l a n te av b n s rtly aft r v nt . C p y p “ o f S o d 1 i i t i i e T P e h c tlan ! 5 47, a l ne o f s c t d he e rs e and t e ” M o n t umr e me t i n 1 6 H me i n hi s H i stor the g y ; and 44 , u , y of H ou ses o D ou l as and A n us e i e th e o es f g g , d scr b s ballad and qu t

S CO T T I SH BALLAD POE TR Y.

o But up spake proud L rd Percy then, And 0 but he spake hie !

am o of i I the l rd th s castle,

’ ” My wife s the lady gay.

’ f th u rt th e or of i I o l d th s castle, Sae weel it please s me !

F r o f o ere I cro ss the B rder ells,

’ The ane 0 us shall die .

i n h is He took a lang spear hand,

o wi m f Sh d th the etal ree,

for to m o And eet the D uglas there, f i He rode right ur ously .

h ow his oo But 0 pale lady l ked,

’ aff wa Frae the castle ,

ow f th e o i When d n be ore Sc tt sh spear,

’ She saw proud Percy fa

w twa e on Had e be n up the green,

An d to se e never an eye , ’ “ wad ou f I ha e had y , flesh and ell wi’ But your sword sall gae me .

ae to o But g ye up Otterb urne, And wait the re dayis three ;

if om n ot e n d And I c e ere three days , f i ’ m ” A ause kn ght ca ye e .

’ O tte rbourn e s o i The a b nn e burn,

’ T is pleasant there to be ;

is o o But there n ught at Otterb urne,

T o fee d my me n and me . TH E A T TLE O F T T E R R NE B O BO U .

i wi on i The deer r ns ld h ll and dale,

The birds fly wild from tre e to tree ;

‘ ‘ r e is i a n or i oth. But th re ne ther bre d ka l , b

2 “ u T f m m n n m s o rt . o end y e a d e . pp

“ wi o n Yet I ll stay at Otterb ur e, Where you shall welco me be ;

if ou ome n ot And y c at three days end,

’ ’ ” A fause l ord I ll ca thee .

i wi om o i Th ther ll I c e, pr ud Percy sa d, “ ” By the might of Our Lady ! ” wi i e ai o There ll I b de the , s d the D uglas, “ i ” My troth I pl ght to thee.

i i on e o They l ghted h gh Ott rb urne, Upon the bent sae brown ;

i i o n o They l ghted h gh Otterb urne,

3 3 pavi1i ons. te nts. An d thr ew their pallions down .

a o i bo And he th t had a b nn e y, Sent out his horse to grass ;

n o t o i bo And he that had a b nn e y,

H is ain servant h e was.

i But up then spake a l ttle page, Before the peep of dawn

wa e w m oo o O k n ye, aken ye, y g d l rd,

’ For Percy s hard at hand.

“ li e l ie i o ! Ye , ye , ye l ar l ud Sae l oud I hear ye lie ; For P e rcy had n ot m e n yestr e en 4 ‘handle T o dight my me n and me . T LLAD E T R S CO T I SH BA PO Y.

’ e me m But I ha e dr a d a dreary drea , Beyo nd the Isl e of Skye

saw man win I a dead a fight,

an was And I think that m I .

n hi s i wo He belted o gude bra d s rd , And to the field he ran ;

fo o th e m oo But he rg t hel et g d, i That sho uld have kept hi s bra n .

n wi o me t Whe Percy th the D uglas ,

’ I wat he was fu fain !

swakke d I i wo i i They the r s rds, t ll sa r they

r n i i And the bl o o d a down l ke ra n .

wi hi s o o o wo But Percy, th g d br ads rd,

o so wo n That c uld sharply u d,

H as wo o on ow unded D uglas the br ,

Till he fell to the ground .

o n h is i foo - Then he called l ttle t page, i “ i And sa d, Run speed ly,

’ fe m ain e i son And tch y d ar s ster s ,

ir m S Hugh M o ntgo e ry .

w oo th e o i My nephe g d, D uglas sa d, “Lhat recks the death of ane ! i m m Last n ght I drea ed a dreary drea ,

’ And I ken the day s thy ain .

My wound is deep ; I fain would sleep ;

o the o f Take th u vanguard the three,

i me brake n bush z And h de by the ,

w n That gro s o yonder lily lea .

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o n ot i to o n or o Th u shalt y eld l rd l un , Nor ye t shalt thou yield to me ;

i to brake n But y eld thee the bush, ” That grows upon yon lily lea !

wi n ot ie to brake n I ll y ld a bush, Nor yet will I yield to a brier ;

wo i to E o But I uld y eld arl D uglas,

Sir o om if w . Or Hugh M ntg ery, he ere here

As o o as n w it was o o m s n he k e M ntg ery,

’ He struck hi s sword s point in the ground ;

o om was o o n i The M ntg ery a c urte us k ght,

i oo him And qu ckly t k by the hand .

This deed was do ne at O tte rboum e About the breaki ng o f the day ;

E o was i brake n arl D uglas bur ed at the bush,

An d i w the Percy led capt ve a ay . T H E T WA R I E CO B S .

C T H E TWA O R B I E S .

T hi h i h e e e to its mo imi w [ s ballad , w c pr ss s trag dy ut st l t , as c o mmunicat e d to Sco tt by Ch arl e s Kirkpatri ck Sh arpe as writt e n d o om i i o I t e e i o i e in wn fr trad t n by a lady . pr s nts a cur us l ken ss “ ” unlike ne ss to th e English ballad o f T h e T hre e R ave ns ’ i e i n R itso n s A n ci en t S on s om o e io o f 1 6 1 1 pr nt d g , fr a c ll ct n , ’ R av e n scro ft s M el i smata M u si cal P h a n si es tti n the C i tti e and , fi g ou n tr H u mo ur s T h e S o i h i s th e e e C y . c tt s ballad sung at pr s nt d a to m o o o o oo i air mi e e e i th e y a n t n us cr n ng , ad rably r pr s nt ng w e ary so ugh o f th e wind ove r a d e so lat e moo n ]

was w i As I alk ng all alane,

’ I heard twa corbies maki ng a mane ;

o o sa The tane unt the t ther y, Whe re sall we gang and di ne the day ?

I ‘ In behi nt yon auld fail dyke turf. I wat there lie s a n e w-slain kn ight ; And naebody kens that he lies there

hi s w h is boun d his f i . But ha k , , and lady a r

H is bou n d is to th e i hunt ng gane, H i s hawk to fetch th e wild-fowl hame

’ ’ H i s o m lady s ta en an ther ate,

’ Sae we may mak our dinner sweet.

’ - sit o n hi s w i e - z “ M oat bane Ye ll h t hause bane ,

’ And I ll pike out his bo n n ie blue een .

’ ’ Wi ae lock 0 hi s gowden hair

’

3 3 ha ch . We ll the e k our nest wh e n it grows bare . t t

’ o r him m m M ny a ane fo ak s ane,

But nane sall ken where he is game .

’ O e r h is whi e e wh n e t ban s, e th y are bare, ” T h e wind sall blaw for e ve rmair . Q L S CO T T I SH BAL AD P OE T R Y .

RA R E W I L L I E D ROW N E D I N

YA R ROW .

M e io of hi h e e e i e mo of h e [ any v rs ns t s ballad av b n pr nt d , st t m m T h o e hi h e e m m o o m e e e to ve ry frag e ntary . s w c s st c pl t app ar be m e so i o o i o o m o h e th e mo ad by nc rp rat ns fr t r ballads , and st po e tic o f all i s th at first printe d fro m th e Orphe u s C al edon i us of ’ - 1 733 i n th e fo urth vo lum e o f R amsay s T cd T abl e AI i sce l l any . I t is h e re re pro duce d with th e additi o n o f a final stanza from the ’ i n r o me k s Se l ect Scotti sh Son s ve rs o n i C g . )

’ ’ E i i f i WILLI S rare and W ll e s a r,

’ An d i ie wo o o ie W ll s ndr us b n n ,

I i e prom s d. And Willie h e cht to marry me

’ r m n G in e e h e arrie d o y.

“ ’ e e m m fu i Yestr n I ade y bed bra d,

’ The n icht I ll make it narrow ;

’ For a the live-lang wi nter n icht

’ ’ I ll l ie twi ned o my marrow.

’ cam on w i O ye by y ater s de,

’ Pu d you th e ro se or lily ;

’ cam ou on me ow Or y by y ad green , ” Or saw you my sweet Willie ?

o h im e sh e o h him we She s ught ast, s ug t st,

o him i o w She s ught bra d and narr ,

’ e i n cl iftin o i Syn , the g a cra g,

fo him ow i n w She und dr ned Yarro .

’ ’ ’ e e i O o w i Sh s ta n three l nks her yell ha r,

ow ow That hang d n lang and yell ,

’ ’ e ie it a o w e i ie w i And sh s t d b ut s e t W ll s a st,

’ him ut o r w And drawn o Yar o .

T T I SH A LLAD P E T R S CO B O Y.

in h e o e ‘ i . e . ut r woo h e woo t He ed her but, ed her ben , and mn e r ’ apart me nts . woo in He ed her the ha ,

’ Un til he got this lady s co nsent

’ T o mount and ride awa .

’ w ow to f ow He ent d n her ather s b er, ’ did Where a the steeds stand,

’ And h e s taken o n e of the best steeds

’ That was i n her father s han d .

’ ’ H e s ot o n an d ot on g , she s g ,

f as o And ast they c uld flee, Until they came to a l o nesome part

i f s A rock by the s de o the e a.

o oil f Sir o L up the steed, says alse J hn, Your bridal bed you se e ;

o w o i Here have I dr ned seven y ung lad es,

The eighth ane you shall be.

“ off off m o i Cast , cast , y May C lv n,

o i n ow All , and y ur s lke g n,

’ For it s ower goo d and ower costly

r i n se a-fo m To ot the salt a .

off off m o i n Cast , cast , y May C lv ,

o m o i oon All , and y ur e br dered sh , For they are ower good and ower costly ” - T o rot in the salt se a foam . M A Y C O L VI I V.

“ 0 ou o 0 f Sir o turn y ab ut, alse J hn ,

’ An d oo to f 0 th e l k the lea tree, For it never became a gentleman

A n aked woman to se e .

He turned hi mself straight round about

’ T o l ook to the leaf 0 the tr e e ; So swift as May Co lvi n was i T o thr ow h m into the sea.

0 0 m o i ! help, help, y May C lv n

h or ow O elp, else I dr n,

’ ’ ’ tak ou m to o f o w I ll y ha e y ur ather s b er, ” se t o w f o And ye d n sa e and s und .

o f Sir o n Nae help, nae help, th u ause J h ,

n or i to Nae help p ty thee,

’ o i ou ow Th ugh seven k ng s daughters y have dr ned,

i n m The e ghth shall ot be e .

’ So sh e went on her father s ste ed

As wif sh e o fl e e s t as c uld ,

’ ’ And sh e cam hame to h e r father s bower

B e fore it was break of day .

’ r o Up then spak the pretty pa r t,

o i n w ou e ? May C lv , here have y be n

has om of f Sir o What bec e alse J hn,

’ That wooed you so late the streen ? 2 0 S T T I SH ALLAD P E T R 3 CO B O Y.

H e woo e ou h e wo oe ou d y but, d y ben,

’ woo ou i n He ed y the ha , Until he go t your o wn c o nsent

r Fo to mount and gang awa .

o o on m o O h ld y ur t gue, y pretty parr t ,

n o t th e m m Lay bla e upo n e .

o of th e owe e o Y ur cup shall be fl r d g ld, ” o of o f e Y ur cage the r ot o the tre .

’ ’ n i im Up the spak the k ng h sel ,

be d- h m w e In the c a ber her he lay, What ails the pretty parrot That prattl e s so l ong ere day ?

e m to m oo Ther ca e a cat y cage d r,

mo wo i me It al st rr ed , And I was calli ng o n May Colvin

T o f om m take the cat r e .

S C O T T I SH BA LLAD P O E T R Y

’ ’ i n cam wi i Then Jenny her r ddle,

‘ erk and shak e . And sh e gae mo ny a fike and fiddle ;

’ oo oo i n th e win Set up the d rs, l t ,

2 al se n ess. T o se e what fau sity fell frae him .

ow him i i They st ed up nt l a seck,

’ And o e r the horse-back broke his neck ;

r h co c e d. Syne birstl e d 3 they him upo n the kiln

- Till he was bane dry for th e mill .

cou it 4 h im i o o They p then nt the h pper,

An o h is n n i e r for n o e r S d br ke ba es, g pp g pp ; 6 i th e e Syne put the burn unt l gle d ,

7 ’ And leepit th e een out 0 his he ad .

’ i in cam m -b his i T ll Bar y reeks, br ther, 8 ’ Like ae gude neighbour to crack wi an ither ; “ ’ o e to die ? Says, Allan Maut, are y gaun

’ i man wi m e . R se up, , first, and dance

e n e o f to Th y da c d ab ut rae hand hand,

’ Till they dan ced o e r the worki ng-stan d ;

’ ’ S e i n cam wi i yn Jen ny her d sh,

he ae mo mm 9 S g ny a ru le and rush . ’ * And Usquebaugh ne er bure the bell, im ’ Sae bauld as Allan bure h sel .

T o e th e e h as h e e mie o oi o ut o b ar b ll r , as Ja s n p nts , a d ubl e “ ” “ me i T h e e h e i s th e o e io o f e an ng. b ll , says , c ll ct n bubbl s h o on th e e o f h i e to e the e e i s t at fl at surfac w sk y , and b ar b ll w ll o o o i i n h i o acc unte d a g d s gn t at l qu r . T H E AR L O F KE L C L YB UR NB R AES .

T H E C KE L LY B U R N B R A E A R L O F S .

[T hi s vigo ro us and characte risti c humo ro us ballad was pri nt e d first i n th e S cots M u si ca l M u se u m as impro ve d by Burns fro m i e i i o e i o e i e i n an anc nt trad t nal v rs n , and was aft rwards nclud d ’ mi u l a r a l ad n d s T h e i is h e e Ja e so n s P op B l s a S ong . e r fra n r o mitte d fr om all but th e first stanza and th e last . ]

E E i in Ke ll burn brae s TH R l ved a carl y ,

’ ow o ie wi m Hey and the rue gr s b nn thy e,

’ An d had wife was 0 h is he a the plague days, i im th e me i t i s wi rue i s n . And thy thered, and the pr e

Ae as th e th e day carl gaed up lang glen ,

’ H e me t wi th e i a H ow do ou dev l ; s ys, y

’ ’ ’ ot wife sir m om ain I ve g a bad , ; that s a y c pl t ;

’

For i o to e i . , sav ng y ur presence, her ye r a sa nt

’ I t s i e o o n or o ai 2 z yot r x nor ym ne th r y ur st t y ur st g I shall crave, otlg ’

i e me o wif man for m . But g y ur e, , her I ust have

0 w om mo i i elc e, st k ndly, the blythe carl sa d ;

’ ’ ’ ” 3 3 wo rse han . if can m w n or e . t But ye atch her, ye re aur ye r ca d

T h e e i h as ot th e wif on hi s d v l g auld e back,

’ i e oo e h e s i hi s . And , l k a p r p dlar, carr ed pack

’ f H e s i h e r m t hi s in —o o 4 “ h e door o an carr ed ha e o a hallan d r , rc i ns i de po h. e o i n for w Syne bad her g , a b and a

’ e n i m f i 0 his Th stra ght he akes fi ty, the p ck band, .

Turn out o n h e r guard in th e clap of a han d. S T T I SH ALLAD P E T R CO B O Y .

l " mad be ar . T h e carli n e gaed through them like on y wud bear ;

’ Whae e r sh e gat hands o n came n ear her nae

’ 2 mo e d 2 s k . A re e kit we e de vil l o oks over the wa m ’ i 0 ! or us . help, aster, help she ll ru n a

’ i wo e 0 hi s ife The dev l he s re, by the edg kn ,

He pitied th e man that was tie d to a wife .

i wo e i th e The dev l he s r , by the k rk and bell ,

H e was n o in w e e in t o ! . edl ck, thank h av n but hell

’ Then Satan h as trave lled again wi his pack ;

’ h s i And to her auld husband e carr ed her back .

’ ’ l r i h f 3 m if g eate r part . I ha e bee n a dev l t e eck o y l e ;

’ H e y and the rue grows bon nie wi thyme ;

’ ’ But n e er was in hell till I me t wi y our wife ;

the me it i s wi I in And thy thered, and the rue S

2 6 S T T I SH ALLAD P E T 3 CO B O R Y.

’ T he first print e d ve rsio n of the ballad o ccurs i n R amsay s E v er r een A o h e i io e i o ri e to g . n t r trad t nary v rs o n was c nt but d ’ A to un s all ads o S cotl an d L e o on e y B f by ady Jan Sc tt , and mo i e i i h i t o i i h e e i io al st d nt cal w t , but c nta n ng t r add t nal stanzas ,

i e i n N otes an d u e r i es for M a 20 1 86 . T he was pr nt d Q y , 5 last o i s h e o o e i i e io o f thi e . T hi th e o c py r f ll w d s , r g nal v rs n s ” mm i e i M r . A . Fe o h om i t o ballad , sa d rgus n , by w was c un cat d , h as i i e i i t s e e e e e e i e . I t i s to , b l v d , n v r b n pr nt d sung a qua nt , i e ai r e a o mi h h e e e h e n o t e e l v ly , and y ars g g t av b n ard unfr qu ntly i n th e farmh o use s i n

’ cam in D un idie r As I by ,

’ ow We th e rha And d n by ,

’ There we re fifty tho usand H ie l an me n

’ A marching to H arlaw. — C hor us I n e drumtie . a dree, dre , drady dree

’ As cam on f On I , and arther ,

own B al uh ain And d and by q ,

me t Sir m o Oh, there I Ja es the R se, Wi ’ hi m m Sir J ohn the Grae e .

’ ’ cam f H ie l an s man ? Oh, ye rae the ,

’ ’ And cam ye a the way ? Saw ye Macdo nell and his me n

’ ” Co me marchi n frae th e Skye ?

’ ’ Y e s sh e cam f th e H ie l an s man , rae , ,

’ ’ she cam wa And a the y, And sh e saw Macdo n e ll and his me n

’ Come marchi n frae th e Skye .

we e e o ? Oh, re y near, and n ar en ugh D id ye the ir numbers se e ?

’ om to me o H ie lan man C e, tell , J hn What might their numbers be ? TH E A T TLE F A R B O H LA YV.

Y e s sh e was e o , near, and n ar en ugh , And sh e their numbers saw ;

’ was f h o H ie lan me n There fi ty t usand .

’ ’ A marchi n for H arl aw.

’ Gin u o m th e o that be true, q Ja es R se,

’ We ll n o come m e ikle speed ;

’ So we d in our m r m better cry er y en ,

’ ” And tu rn our horses heads .

” ’ n o oh n o ! uo o th e ae m Oh , q J hn Gr e, “ That thi n g maun never be ;

T he G rmme s w e gallant ere never b at, I ’ w ” Ve ll tr y hat we can de e .

’ As cam on f e on I , and arth r ,

ow H arlaw And d n and by ,

’ f fu o o n i i They ell cl se lka s de,

Sic fun ye never saw.

’ f fu o o n i i They ell cl se lka s de, Sic fun ye never saw ;

’ For Hie lan swo rds gae d clash for

’ At the battle 0 H arl aw !

’ ’ T he H ie l an me n wi ir a wo the l ng s rds,

’ They laid o n us fu sair ; And th e y drave back our merrym en

a r m i Three acres bre dth o a r.

o i t his o sa Brave F rbes d d o br ther y,

ow o i n se e N , br ther, d n a ye ,

us on i i They beat back lka s de,

’ ” And we ll be forced to flee ! 2 8 S T T I SH ALLAD P E 3 CO B O T R Y .

n o oh n o m i Oh , , y br ther dear, That thin g maun never be ;

’ o oo wo i n o Tak ye y ur g d s rd y ur hand, m w ’ And co e your ays wi me .

n o oh n o m i Oh , , y br ther dear, The clan s they are o wer strang ; And they drive back o ur merrymen

’ Wi swo rds baith sharp and lang.

e o to hi s me n did sa Brav F rbes y,

’ Now tak your rest awhile ; Until I to D rummin n or se n d m f m i ” T o fetch y coat o a l .

’ o did i Brave F rbes servant then r de, And his ho rse it did na fail ;

For i n twa o h urs and a quarter,

He bro ught the coat of mail .

Then back to back the brith e rs twa Gaed i n amang the thrang ;

’ An d w ow H ie l an me n they he ed d n the , ’ i Wi swords ba th sharp and lang.

o e h e was o o Macd n ll y ung and st ut,

’ o n h is o 0 m i Had c at a l ,

’ h as out o m And he gane thr ugh the a , i im ’ T o try h s hand h sel .

h e ae o o T first str ke that F rbes struck, Made the great Macdone ll reel ;

o o o The sec nd str ke that F rbes struck,

The gre at Macdo nell fe ll .

2 0 S T T I SH ALLAD P E T R 4 CO B O Y.

YO U N G WAT E RS .

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L e H ome i e of th e E o f H ome . T hi e i o ady J an , s st r arl s v rs n was M i m o h P e H e e e . A m r e print e d by rcy , rd , a d nt and t rs uch o e i e io e io i e h T h l ng r and nf r r v rs n was nclud d by Buc an . e first e i io i h e e i n o w o th e o i n th e R e l i u es i d t n publ s d b ng l st , c py q s o o e h e re f ll w d . Se ve ral co nj e cture s h ave be e n hazarde d as to th e histo rical h e mo o fo undati o n o f th e ballad . T st pr babl e appe ars to be th at o f D r R o e h m e wh o i e i e th e Y o W e o f . b rt C a b rs , d nt fi s ung at rs th e i h W e S e e o so n of M o h D e ballad w t alt r t wart , s c nd urd c , uk o f A wh o e e e o i h hi s h e h is r lbany , was x cut d al ng w t fat r , g and is o h e e th e e o f me h e h I . om fat r , and br t r , aft r r turn Ja s fr 2 T h e me W e so i e captivi ty i n 1 4 4 . na at rs , l k ly a co rruptio n o f W e th e e i o h i i h th e i th e me io o f th e alt r , r lat ns p w t k ng, nt n H e i H i h e e S e ffe e th e i i i o ad ng ll , w r t wart actually su r d , and nd cat n — o f th e po pular sympathy with th e yo ung no bl e man all fo rm points o f agre e me nt be tw e e n th e ballad and this particular e i o e e e th e S o i h hi o i hi h to p s d as r lat d by c tt s st r ans , w c appe ar ’

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B Y w wi w oo A OUT ule, hen the nd ble c l , * o And the r und tables began,

’ i s om to our i o 0 , there c e k ng s c urt

w -f e m n M ony a ell avour d a .

’ ’ oo e o e r wa The queen l k d the castle ,

i ow Beheld ba th dale and d n, And there sh e saw Young Waters w C ome ri ding to the to n .

* T he particular nature of th e spo rt o r game o f th e R o und

T e i s o w . I t e ho e e to h e e e abl unkn n app ars , w v r , av b n a favo uri t e pastime of th e Sco ttish co urt during th e re igns o f mme i i i i h m I V V. th e o o o f t e Ja e s . and , and sy tr cal d sp s t n gro und spe cially laid o ut fo r it still forms a fe ature of a grassy h o lm unde r th e walls o f Stirli ng Castle . W T R Y O UN G A E S .

H is foo me h e did rin fo e t n t y be r , H i s h orsem e n rade be hi nd ;

his m e of th e i ow And antl , burn ng g d, h im f wi D id ke e p rae the nd .

I ‘ de n -C 'ad w e - raith e d his o fo gol Go d n g h rse be re, An d sill e r- sh od behi nd ; T h e h orse Youn g Wate rs rade upo n i Was fleeter than the w nd .

wi o Out then spake a ly l rd, And to th e quee n said h e :

’ 0 e me wh a s f i e f , t ll , the a r st ace Rides in the co mpany ?

’ ’ o e e i I ve seen l rd, and I ve s n la rd, And kn ights o f high degre e ;

’ But a faire r face than Young Waters

Mine e e n did ne ve r se e .

h e n e o i Out t spake the j al us k ng, An d an angry man was h e '

h if h ad e wi e as f i O , he b en t c a r m Y ou might have excepted e .

’ o e i i n or o sh e Y u re n ther la rd l rd, says, But the ki ng that we ars th e crown ;

h e e is n ot i in f i o T r a kn ght a r Sc tland,

But to thee maun bow down .

’ For h sh e o do or sa a t at c uld y, Appeased h e woul dn a be ;

An d fo h wo w i h she i r . t e rds h c had sa d,

Yo ung Waters h e mau n die . R S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y.

’ ’ h a e o They ta en Y ung Waters, Put fetters to his fe et ;

’ ’ e o Th y ha e ta en Y ung Waters,

And thrown him in dungeon deep .

Aft i e o i i ow I have r dd n thr ugh St rl ng t n, In the wind both and th e weet ;

’ But I ne er rade through Stirling town ’ m Wi fetters at y feet .

Aft i o i i w have I r dden thr ugh St rl ng to n , In the wind both and the rain ;

’ e o i in ow But I ne er rad thr ugh St rl g t n,

’ Ne er to re turn again .

’ ’ * They ha e ta en to the Heading Hill H is young son i n his cradle ;

’ ’ And they ha e ta en to th e Heading Hill H i hi s horse both and s saddle .

’ ’ to i i They ha e ta en the Head ng H ll, H is lady fair to se e ;

for wo e o And the rds the que n had sp ke, i Young Waters he d d die .

T h e an cie nt place of e xe cutio n o utside the walls of Stirling

Castle .

S CO T T I SH BALLAD POE T R Y .

’ ’ ’ ‘ i f i bi d I wi ime an d bu lt There s a a r castle, gg l stane

in it n n ot e ! O , g sta ds pl asantly

’ th e fo f o 0 f i In re r nt that castle a r,

2 2 a e fai . br v , r T wa u n ico rns are braw to se e ;

’ i of i i There s the p cture a kn ght, and a lady br ght ,

3 o w. 3 br And the gree n ho llin abune th e ir brie .

There an Outlaw keeps five hu n dre d m e n ; H e keeps a ro yal company !

’ H i me m n are i n ac i e s rry e a l v ry clad,

’ O the Lin coln green so gay to se e ;

h is in He and lady purple clad,

in e i e n ot o ! O , g th y l v d r yally

o is to our n o in W rd gane ble k g,

E i w h e I n d nburgh, here that lay, That there was an Outlaw i n Ettrick Forest

‘h is a ’ g y o him o h n or his c ourtrie a 4 C unted n ug t, a g y fo llo win g.

m e v ow th e i i I ak a , then gude k ng sa d,

o c e o m e Unt the Man that l ar b ught ,

’ i h e be i o f E i o I ll e t r k ng ttr ck F rest, ” Or ki ng of Scotland that Outlaw shall be !

’ h i 5 S n ame d. h n t e o mi o T e spak l rd, h ght Ha lt n,

to o i i be And the n ble k ng sa d ,

o e i i e o me o My s ver gn pr nc , s c unsel take

i o o e m e . F rst at y ur n bles, syn at

" 6 coun se l re o n w w i I de ye, send y bra Outla t ll, And se e if your man come will he

i him om o man Des re c e and be y ur ,

And hold o f you yon forest free . T H E W [ M O UT LA UR R A Y .

I f f to do he re uses that,

’ I We ll c on que ss baith his lands an d h e ;

’ e w ow his e ow Or lse e ll thr castl d n , m i w ’ h i And ake a w do 0 s gay l adye .

T h e i e n e e e m k ng th call d a g ntl an ,

m o E of r hi s o was be Ja es B yd (the arl Ar an br ther ),

’ m cam fo th e i When Ja es he be re k ng,

He kn e lt befo re h im on his knee .

” ome m o ! i our o e i Welc , Ja es B yd sa d n bl k ng, A message ye maun gang for m e ;

Y e m hie to E i o aun ttr ck F rest,

T o on w w bide th y Outla , here he ;

Ask him o f w om hal ds hi s h he lands,

man wh a ma h is m be Or y aster ,

e i h im o me m man And d s re c and be y ,

And hald o f me yo n Fo rest free .

T o E i to om d nburgh c e and gang,

’ H is safe warrant I shall gi e ;

if f to do h And g he re uses t at,

’ We ll c on que ss baith h is lands and he.

’ ’ o m vow his o w Th u ay st I ll cast castle d n,

’ And mak a widow of h is gay l adye ;

’ h hi s me m i i I ll ang rry en , pa r by pa r,

I x fie d In on y frith whe re I may them se e . l .

’ m o oo hi s e 0 th e n o i Ja es B yd t k l ave ble k ng,

’ T o Ettrick Forest fair cam h e ;

’ ow B irke n dal e e wh e h e cam D n Bra n that ,

’ He saw th e fair Forest with his e e . S CO T T I SH BALLAD P OE T R Y .

i i Ba th dae and rae, and hart and h nd, And of all wild beasts great pl e n tie

ow baul dl i He heard the b s that y r ng, t whi in rr g. " And arrows whidde ran h im near by .

O f f i e ot i that a r castl he g a s ght,

’ ’ The like he ne e r saw with his e e !

’ On the fore fro nt 0 that castle fair

T wa i o we a to se e un c rns re g y ,

i o f i an d i The p cture a kn ght, a lady br ght,

An d the green holli n abune their brie .

ie m e n Thereat he sp d five hundred , Sho oti ng with bows on N e wark Lea ;

’ e w i n ae i Th y ere a l very clad,

’ O the Lincoln green sae gay to se e .

’ H is me n w in r e e ere a clad the g n ,

i was m ca d ie The kn ght ar ed p p ,

i d bow on mi -w i e W th a bende , a lk h t steed,

w e i i And I ot they rank d r ght bonn ly .

’ o n h e was m man Thereby B yd ken d aster , And served him in his ain degree

G o d mot e w the save, brave Outla Murray, i ! ” Thy lady, and all thy ch valry

’ o w ome m ! Marry, th u s elc , gentle an

’ o m S ome king s messenger th u see s to be.

T h e i of o me k ng Sc tland sent here,

w am to e And, gude Outla , I sent th e ;

wo wot of w o m o o I uld h ye h ld y ur lands , Or man wha may thy maste r be ?

S CO T TI SH BALLAD P OE T R Y .

” om m o ! i o ur o i Welc e, Ja es B yd sa d n ble k ng, What forest i s Ettrick Fo rest free ? Ettrick Fore st i s the fairest Forest

’ ’ That ever man saw wi his e e .

’ e th e th e i Th re s the dae, rae, the hart, h nd,

’ And of a wild be asts great pl e n tie ;

’ of im There s a pretty castle l e and stane, O gi f i t stan ds n ot pleasantly !

’ ’ in fo f o 0 There s the re r nt that castle,

T wa i o n sae r w to se e un c r s, b a ;

’ i of i There s the p cture a kn ght, and a lady

’ Wi the green hollin abune their brie .

The re the Outlaw ke e ps five hundre d me n ; He keeps a ro yal company !

H is me me i n ae i rry n l very clad ,

’ O th e Lincoln green sae gay to se e ;

his in He and lady purple clad,

in i n ot o ! O , g thy l ve r yally

on o is his own He says y F rest , H e wan it frae the S o uthro n ie ;

as wan it sae wi h e it Sae he , ll keep , ” C o ntrair all kings i n C h riste ntie .

w m i i Gar arn e Perthsh re and Angus ba th,

if ow o i F e up and d n , and the L th ans three, ” i m o ! i our o i And gra th y h rse sa d n ble k ng, h wi m ” For to Ettrick Forest ie ll I e .

w i s e th e w i Then ord gan Outla t ll,

E i o w w In ttr ck F rrest, here d elleth he, TH E U TLA W M R R A O U Y .

h in w m hi n T at the k g as co i ng to . s cou try

T o con ue ss i h is q ba th lands and he.

’ mak v ow th e w i I a , Outla sa d,

’ I mak v ow an d h , a , t at truly,

e h e e e me n to m W re t r but thr e take y part,

’ ” Y o n king s comi ng full dear should be !

e m e fo Th n essengers he call d rth, And bade them hie them speedily

An e o f e ae to i y g Hall day, b The laird of th e C ore h e ad i s e .

’ He ce rtain is my sister s son ; B id him come quick and succour me !

T h e i o m o n for E i o k ng c es ttr ck F rest,

’ ”

e m e n we wi be . , And landl ss a ll

W w ? w ? i i hat ne s What ne s sa d Hall day, “ f e m o me ? Man , ra thy aster unt Not as we wo uld ; se e ki ng your aid ; i ’ hi m m The k ng s s ortal ene y .

A e m o h id i y , by y tr t sa Hall day, “ Eve n for that it repe nte th me ;

F or if o e f i E i o e g ye l s a r ttr ck F r st,

’ ’ H e ll tak fair M offatdal e frae me .

“ ’ ’ m h im wi fiv e h me n I ll eet undred ,

l 1 m e An d m i if m ma be or surely a r, ae y ;

fo o f i And be re he gets the F rest a r,

’ ” We a will di e o n Newark Lea ! 2 0 S T T I SH ALLAD P T 5 CO B OE R Y .

w e me n The Outla call d a sse ger,

bid him hie h im e i And sp ed ly,

T o Andrew Murray o f C ockpo ol :

’ That man s a dear cousin to m e ;

i him ome m me aid Des re c , and ake , i ’ W th a the power that he may be .

“ me e w i It stands hard, Andr Murray sa d,

“ ’ if it n a wi me Judge g stands hard ,

’ T o i i wi ow enter aga nst a k ng cr n, And se t my lands i n jeopardy !

Y e t if om n ot o n th e , I c e day, i Surely at n ght he shall me se e .

T o Sir m of i Ja es Murray Traqua r, A messenger came right spee dily ” e w ? h e w ? m i What n s W at n s Ja es Murray sa d,

f e m o me ? Man, ra thy aster unt

e ? for w e What ne ds I tell e l ye ken,

’ T h e king s his m ortal enemy ;

n ow is omi to E i o And he c ng ttr ck F rest,

’ n A d landle ss me n ye a will be .

m o m i And, by y tr th, Ja es Murray sa d, “ ’ Wi that Outlaw will I live and die ; The kin g h as gifted my l ands lang syne ;

’ n w wi m It can ot be nae orse e .

- i was omi o C addon o The k ng c ng thr ugh F rd, And full five thousand me n had he ;

saw o m e fo They the dark F rest the b re,

They tho ught it awesome for to se e .

S T T I SH A LLAD P E T R CO B O Y.

i e e m The k ng then called a g ntl an,

o e - e e was R yal ban n r b ar r there he,

m H o i of T orson se m Ja es p Pr ngle , by na e,

’ c m He a and knelt upo n his knee .

om m i e o f T orson se ! Welc e, Ja es Pr ngl A message ye mau n gang fo r me ; Y e maun gae to yo n Outlaw Murray

e w e baul l i th Sur ly her d y b de he .

B id him m e me P e n man score e t at , And bring four i n his company ;

’ ’ i h o m wi m e F ve earls s all c e ys l ,

Gude re aso n I should ho n oured be .

if f to do And g he re uses that,

’ B id h im l o ok for nae goo d 0 me !

e f h im Ther shall never a Murray, a ter ,

Have land in Ettrick Forest free .

’ me cam e fo w Ja s b re the Outla keen , And served him in his ain degree

We om m i e of T o rso nse ! lc e, Ja es Pr ngl What me ssage frae th e king to me ?

i e m h im P e n man score He b ds y eet at , And bring four in y our co mpany ;

’ i e im e fo F v earls shall gang h s l be re, m w Nae air in number ill he be .

if ou f to do And g y re use that, 1 de a l i t . ’ l , f e u ive I wi de i e (I reely her pg thee), l v r up . ’ o n o i ow He ll cast y b n n e castle d n,

’ n A d make a widow 0 that gay l adye . T H E T LA W M R R O U [ U A Y .

’ H e ll loo se yon bl uidh o u n d B orde re rs

’ Wi fire and swo rd to fo ll o w the e ;

’ wi e f h e There ll nev r a Murray, a ter t ys l ,

i n E i o f Have land ttr ck F rest ree .

“ me w i It stands hard, the Outla sa d, “ ’ Judge gi f it stands na hard wi m e !

’ Wh a n ot o i of m e reck l s ng ys l , ’ m ff i f But a y o spr ng a te r me .

’ ’ me rr me n s i m wi ow My y l ves, y d s tears Th e re lie s the pang that pi nches me ! x sm ’gh t ’ " e n am in i e ‘ Wh I straught blu dy ard , bloody e ar ' wi r Y on castle ll be right d e ary.

i o ida Auld Hall day, y ung Hall y,

’ Y e shall be twa to gang wi me ;

e w Sir m Andr Murray and Ja es Murray,

’ m n m We ll be n ae ae i co pany .

’ e cam e fo e i When that th y b r the k ng, They fell be fore him o n their knee

m m o e in ! Grant ercy, ercy, n bl k g

’ E e n for H is e i n sak that d ed o tree.

Siccan lik e mercy shall ye have ” On gallows ye shall hangit be !

’ 2 ” f w 2 e o o o e o fo iddi n . Ov r G d s rb d , qu th the Outla rb g I h ope your grace will be tte r be !

E e e om to E i o 3 3 gate ls ere y c e d nburgh p rt ,

I trow thin guar de d shall ye be .

. h e of E t i o e f i T se lands t r ck F r st a r, I wan them from th e enemy ; S T TI SH ALLAD P CO B OE T R Y .

i as wan m sae wi e e m L ke I the , ll I k p the ,

’ i i in h ris n i Contra r a k ngs C te t e .

All the n obles the ki ng about i “ i w i t to se e him die . Sa d, P ty ere

me m o i i ! Yet grant ercy, s vere gn pr nce Extend your favour unto me !

’ i o f m I ll g ve thee the keys y castle,

’ ’ Wi in o m a l ad e the bless g y g y y ,

’ G in o m me iff o f i o th u lt ake sher th s F rest,

’ An m off i f e me d a y spr ng a t r .

i o i me o f W lt th u g ve the keys thy castle,

’ ’ Wi th e blessing o thy gay l adye ?

’ I ll make thee sheriff of Ettrick Fo re st Surely while upwards grows the tree ;

I f ou n ot i o to th e i y be tra t r k ng,

F rfaul t x n o e d shall thou eve r be .

’ i w om 0 m m But, Pr nce, hat shall c e y e n ?

’ ’ h o i o m W en I g back, tra t r they ll ca e . I had rather l ose my life and land

r m E e my merry en rebuked me .

Will your merrymen amend their lives ?

’ i o And a the r pard ns I grant thee .

’ Now n m w e e lie , a e thy lands h re r they , ” e m to And here I rend r the thee.

i P hil i hau h is mi i Fa r p g ne by r ght, And Le win sh ope still mi ne shall be ;

w o i i i i Ne ark , F ulsh els, and T nn es ba th ,

b w w e m My o and arro purchas d e .

256 S CO T T I SH BALLAD POE TR Y:

LO R D T H O MAS O F W I N E S B E R RY .

[T h e re appe ars to be n o gr e at impro bability in the sugge sti o n o f Kinlo ch that this ballad re fe rs to th e rom antic circumstance s ’ o f me th e Fifth s m i e to M e i e h e o f F i I . Ja s arr ag ad l n , daug t r ranc s m e i t i s e o e e e i n i i e mo Ja s , w ll kn wn , app ar d sudd nly d sgu s a ng his o wn m o wh o h ad e e e to e m i e a bassad rs , b n s nt arrang a arr ag fo r him i h M i e h e o f th e D ue de Ve n dOm e h e w t ar , daug t r , w n , i i e i h hi s o o e i e h e m e e e to i i d ssat sfi d w t pr p s d br d , ad an xcus v s t th e o o f F i T h e e h i h e m e t th e i e c urt ranc s . r at a unt ng party frag l i e h e i h sh e e m e so e mo e i h him pr nc ss , w n stra g tway b ca na ur d w t , be i h h e r h o hi o h e m fe w mo h and w t , t at n t ng c uld part t , and a nt s T h e i h o t lat e r th e y w e re marri e d . ballad s e xactly suc an acc un o f th e se e ve nts as w o uld appro ve i tse lf to th e po pular mind at h o me Ve i on o f th e h e e e i e M o h e e . rs s ballad av b n pr nt d by t rw ll , - i o i h Ki o h . h e e io f h e me e s Buc an , and nl c T v rs n o t last na d d t r i n e i n th at which h e re fo llo ws . I t i s almost ide ntical w th o ’

h Gl ean i n s i n tw i i i i . Buc an s g , and o stall co p e s pr nt e d at St rl ng )

I T fe ll upon a time when th e proud ki ng of France

We i for m o mo nt a hunt ng five nths and re, That his dochte r fell in l ove with Thomas o f Wine sberry

’ om o n w o m Fr Sc tland e ly c e o e r.

’ When her father cam hame frae hunting the dee r

’ hi s o e fo e him cam And d chter b r ,

H e r e it was bi twa i o b lly g, and her s des r und, f i ' w w And her a r col our as an .

i w i m What a ls thee, hat a ls thee, y dochte r Janet ? ’ ’ What mak s the e to l ook sae wan ?

’ e i i i Y ve e ther been s ck, and very, very s ck,

’ ’ e ha e i wi Or else y la n a man . L R D T H M AS F WI NE S R O O O BE R Y.

“ ’ ’ ” w om w om f sh e Ye re elc e, ye re elc e, dear ather,

says,

’ we o me m to o ain Ye re lc ha e y ur ,

’ For i e i I ha e been s ck, and very, v ry s ck,

I i i l n f r mi in Th nk ng a g o your co ng hame. long g

o o f sh e O pard n , O pard n, dear ather, says,

’ A pardo n ye ll grant me .

on n ae o m o a Nae pard , pard n , y d chter, he s ys, “ ’ Nae pardo n I ll grant the e .

is it to man of mi O a ght, Or to a man of mean ?

’ Or is it to ony o thae rank robbers That I se nt hame frae

i s n ot to man of mi It a cht,

Nor to man of m a ean ,

’ it i s to om o in e r But Th as W sber y,

r him And fo I suffer pain .

’ I f it to om o i be Th as W nesberry,

As w it I trust ell be, Before I e ither eat or dri nk

i h h an i H g g t shall he be .

i o i bo was o fo i When th s b nn e y br ught a re the k ng,

’ H i s cl aithin was 0 i g the s lk,

T he stall co pie s re ad m me T h at late ly fro Scotland ca . 2 8 S T TI SH ALLAD P E T R 5 CO B O Y.

H is ow i i wn fine yell ha r hang dangl ng do , * h is i was i mi And sk n l ke the lk .

wo wo o om Nae nder, nae nder, L rd Th as, he says,

’ do f i n o wi e My chter ell l ve th e,

For if w wom as am man I ere a an, I a ,

-f w My bed ello ye should be.

wi m m o Then ll ye arry y d chter Janet ,

’ T o be heir to a my land ? 0 will ye marry my do chter Janet

’ ’ Wi the truth 0 your richt hand ?

I will marry your doch ter Janet

’ ’ Wi the truth 0 my richt hand

’ ’ ’ ’ 0 o ow n or 0 o I ll ha e nane y ur g d, yet y ur gear, ’ i I ve eneuch in fa r Scotland .

wi m o o a But I ll arry y ur d chter J net, I carena fo r yo ur land ;

’ For i she s be a queen, and I a k ng

When we come to fair Scotland .

M . i e hi Campbe ll SS , pr nt d by C ld ’ B ut h e he cam th e i e o e w n k ng b f r , ’ H e was clad o th e r e d silk ; ’ H is h i i e to th r e e ds 0 o a r was l k g ld , d his i hi e mi An sk n was as w t as lk . I t i s o f int e re st to n o te th at th e d e scriptio n o f th e h e ro of ballad agre e s almo st wo rd fo r w ord with th e d e scri ptio n of ’ e R o wh o m i m me V. e th e o o e es Ja s l ft by p t nsard , acc pan d Ja s ee o m F e e th e S o i h o qu n fr ranc , and was a s rvant at c tt s c urt ’ fl e ur de C e R oy d Escosse e to it e n l a. se s ans ; n on o e o mme o r i Se s ch e ve ux t ndu s , c fin lu sans , o o e e t cre s e z flottans e sa e C rd nn z p , d ssus fac ,

Et son cou de i donn oit bo n e . , sur la t , luy grac

S T T I SH A LLAD P E T R CO B O Y .

’ oo th e e a He l sed pl ugh t the land s end,

’ And drave his oxe n hame at e en

n h e m i n l ookit be n Whe ca e he ,

saw wif i And the e ba th dry and clean,

i i beakin And s tt ng at a fire g bauld,

i fa t o as sa . W th a s up, I heard y

man i w The be ng very eet and cauld,

Betwee n thir twa it was n ae play .

“ ’ o e is m o e o ? Qu th he, Wher y h rs s c rn

x a i My o h s ne ther hay n or strae .

m m to e th e mom Da e, ye aun the pl ugh ,

I >use wife . I shall be h ussy gif I may.

i - im it o [Th s seed t e pr ves cauld and bad,

sit w m o se e : And ye ar , nae tr ubles

’ m om ae wi The ye shall g the lad,

’ ad e ” ur . And syne ye ll ken what dri nkers dree ?

’ “ e m u o sh e o am Gud an , q , c ntent I ,

’ T o m o tak the pleugh y day ab ut, wi i Sae ye ll rule ba th calves and kye, h h i And all t e ouse ba th i n and ou t .

’ n ow sin m law [And , ye have ade the ,

e n i i do n ot Th gu de all r ght, and break ;

’ ’ C U re i 3 i did fa . They s cker r de that ne er ; Therefore let naethi ng be neglect ]

i ce ou wi ’ y ll si n wi - 4 But ye ll hussy skep ken , m ow house i e m if e F rst y aun s t, and syne shall kn ad,

a e as e be n And y , y gang but and , i i Look that the ba rns d rt n ot the bed . T H E WI FE F A H T R M T O UC E UCH Y .

’ Y e f wi to i se lay a sa t sp the k ln, (We have a dear farm on our head) ;

as e fo in And aye, y gang rth and , Kee p we el th e gaislings frae th e gled ’ ‘ ha wk

’ T h e wife was up richt late at e e n I pray G od give her ill to fare !

Sh e kim e d th e i n 2 imme it k r , and sk d clean ,

3 Le ft the gudeman but th e bl e doch bare .

T h e i n th e mo i sh e at n rn ng up g ,

‘breald as f o n a i i 4 And her he rt la d her d sjune , And put as meikle in her lap

As micht have fared them baith at n oo n .

“ S o wi o m i o f w ays, J ck, ll th u be a ster ark , S h’ ’ s t ’ S - And tho u shall haud and I shall ca ? ddl slifildiigg

’ I se omi e n e w pr se the a gude sark,

Eithe r o f ro und claith o r of sma .

S h e l ousit o o r i xen aucht n ne,

6 iz ed i ad— aff in “ s . And h nt a g st her hand ,

m i e f Up the gude an ra s a ter, syne,

And saw the wife had do ne command .

’ H e th e aislin s fo to f ca d g g rth eed,

’ we se ve n sum of m There re but the a ,

An d e om th e e by th re c e s gre dy gled, li w f hi m t a. And cked up five, le t but

h out i n hi s m i T en he ran all a n , H ow soo n he heard th e gaislings cry ;

’ B ut or h e m i n i then , ca e aga n ,

’ The calves brak lo ose and sucked the S T T I SH ALLAD P R Y CO B OE T .

The calves and kye me t in the l oan ’ ;

’ The man ran wi a rung to red ’ ;

n om ill -wi c ow The by c es an lly ,

And prodded his buttock till that it bl e d .

m to rok 3 o f tow Then ha e he ran a ,

’ And he sat down to say th e spi n n i ng ; I trow he l outit o wer near the l ow4 ;

’ “

uo be i w h as ill i i . Q , Th s ark beg nn ng

6 [T h e learn s up through the l um did fl ow ;

T h e oo o o it fle e d 7 him s t t k fire, y then ; ’ 8 S ome lumps did fa an d burn h is pow ;

I wat he was a dirty man .

at w i n an Yet he g ater a p , Wherewith he sl ockened 9 o ut the fire ; we e p T o o 1 ° o h e s up the h use syne began , T o hald all right was his de sire ]

to th e i did o " Then k rn that he st ur , And jumbl e d at it till he swat ;

umbl it f o When he had j a ull lang h ur, f T h e so rrow crap o butter he gat .

i n ae h e o e t Albe t butter c uld g ,

’ Yet he was cumbe red wi the kirn

n be t mi owe And sy e he the lk r het,

" oasul ate » i That sorrow spark of t wad yearn .

Then ben there came a greedy sow ;

’ I trow he cun n d I 3 h e r little thank ;

’ For i n she o m i m ou sh t her e kle ,

h wi n kit sh a e s e . An d y e , and drank

S T T I SH ALLAD P E T R CO B O Y.

“ o o f fo Qu th he, Thy fice I rsake

For of m ife all the days y l , For I would put a house to wreck w Had I been t enty days gudewife . “ o she ma br k I h Qu th , Weel y ye oo t e

’ For wi truly I ll ne er accept it.

“ ’ ’ o ie fa i f e ! Qu th he, F nd the l ar s ac

e ma But yet y y be blyth to get it.

n sh e at m i The up g a e kle rung, And the gudeman made to the door ; “ o h e m m o Qu th , Da e, I shall haud y t ngue,

’ For an w fe w e cht I ll ge t the aur. “ o fo o o m Qu th he, When I rs k y pleugh I trow I but forsook my skill ;

wi to m i Then I ll y pleugh aga n,

For an d i o e wi do w I th s h us ll never ell . TH E L O WLAND S O F H OLLAN D .

T H E LOW LAN D S O F H O L LA N D .

’ [T hi s pathe tic ball ad was include d i n H e rd s A nci en t and Al ode r n cotti sh Son s A m o e i e e i o e ar e in S g . d rn s d v rs n app d ’ oh o o s usi al u se u m I t ma e e to o me i i J ns n s Sc t M c M . y r f r s nc d e o f th e mi d e o f the e e e e h e h e h e I I . nt d l s v nt nt c ntury , w n C arl s was an e xi l e at th e H agu e ; but mo re like ly i t be lo ngs to an e li e e io h e S o i h i h i n im e o f e e h ome ar r p r d , w n c tt s kn g ts, t s p ac at , we re accustome d as so ldi e rs o f fo rtune to carry the ir swo rds and follo we rs to the wars in th e Low C oun tri e s ]

M Y o has i o i i se t o n l ve bu lt a b nn e sh p, and her

sea the , With seven score goo d mariners to he ar him com

pany .

’ o is o There s three sc re sunk, and three sc re dead at se a ; And the Lowlands of Holland h as twined my love m an d e .

o il o i se t o n My l ve he bu t an ther sh p, and her the m i a n , And nane but twenty mari ners for to bri ng her

am h e.

w r wi to i th e sea But the ea y nd began r se, and

e to o b gan r ut, My l ove then and hi s bo nnie ship turn ed wither

I shin s about . 266 S T TI SH ALLAD E T R CO B PO Y .

i oif om on m n or There shall ne ther c c e y head, comb co me in my hair ; There shall neither coal n or candle-light shine i n my bower mair ;

Nor wi o n o on e i die ll I l ve a ther unt l the day I ,

’ For o o on e h e s ow d I never l ved a l ve but , and dr ne ” in the sea.

‘ o o m ! i 0 haud y ur t ngue, y daughter dear Be st ll

and be content . There are mair lads i n Galloway : ye n e e dn a sair

lament .

’ ’ 0 is i n ow there nane Gall ay, there s nane at a for me ;

’ For o o he s ow d I never l ved a l ve but ane, and dr ne ” in the se a.

S T T I SH ALLAD P O E T R CO B Y.

M Y o i me o ie ow l ve he bu lt a b nn b er,

’ ’ And clad it a wi lily fl ower ;

’ A brawe r bower ye ne e r did se e m m Than y tru e l ove he built for e .

m man mi There ca e a , by ddle day,

i h is o w w He sp ed sp rt, and ent a ay ;

o h th e i n i And br ug t k ng that very ght, W i ho e m owe w m . brak y b r, and sle y kn ght

w m i to me sae e He sle y kn ght, d ar ; 1 o inde d l e al l p , g y ’ I H e w m i o in d his . attach e d: sle y kn ght, and p gear

for if did fl e e My servants all l e ,

f m e i n e xtr miti And le t e e .

e w his e m i m m I s ed she t, ak ng y ane ;

w th e o m f I atched c rpse, ysel alane I watched his bo dy night and day ;

N 0 living cre ature came that way.

oo his od o n m I t k b y y back,

w i whi sat And h les I gaed , and les I ;

i e i him i n I d gged a grav , and la d ,

9 2 co ered . v And happed him with the so d sae green .

But think na ye my heart was sair

’ Whe n I laid the moul o n h is y e ll ow hair ? O thi nk na ye my heart was wae

e e o w to ae ? Wh n I turn d ab ut, a ay g

’ i i man o in Nae l v ng I ll l ve aga ,

S ince that my lovely kn ight is slain .

’ Wi ae l ock of hi s yellow hair

’ i r e rmair I ll cha n my heart fo e v . H NN I E R M T R j O A S AN G.

A R M ST R AN JO H N N I E G .

A e i i H e n de rl an d T o e e e i n th e i o [ ft r surpr s ng w r , as r lat d ntr “ Wi ” duc to r o e to T h e o e o me V. m h e y n t B rd r d w , Ja s arc d ’ rapidly th rough th e hills by a path still kno wn as th e Ki ng s R o to e mm i e o A m S o o f T ushi l aw ad , d al su ary just c up n da c tt e , kn o wn as th e Ki ng o f th e B o rde r . H e was n e xt making fo r G il n ocki e e L h o m th e e i e e o f i mo e mo , n ar ang l , r s d nc a st ll r fa us e e o o e oh i e Ar m o wh o o to e m i fr b t r , J nn str ng, was w nt l vy black a l h o h o th e e i h o i o ie h o e me t r ug ut all n g b ur ng c unt s , and w s na was a e o mo Ne e h e C ae rl an ri h e t rr r al st as far as wcastl , w n , at g C ap l , o te n mi e o e H i h e m e t th e o e e ab ut l s ab v aw ck , was by B rd r r him e th e h e o f hi -six h o e me e i n th e s lf at ad t rty rs n , array d full o hi pomp o f chivalry . Armstro ng h pe d by t s appe arance to wi n th e o o f th e i me oo i e o n h im i to fav ur k ng , but Ja s , l k ng st rnly , sa d “ h o e h Wh o e e h i h o t s at and , at wants y nd r knav t at a k ng s uld ” h ave ? and o rde re d th e Bo rde re r and h i s fo ll o w e rs to instant m o th e hi o i P i o i e wh o e e io . A x cut n r str ng, says st r an tsc tt , nar e th e e i o e mo i n th e me o th e m e rat s p s d al st sa w rds as ballad , ad i H i im e o ffe to th e i fo r his e . e o h e gr at rs k ng l f w uld susta n s lf, ’ h e i i h o e e me e e e th e i e i e sa d , w t f rty g ntl n , v r r ady at k ng s s rv c , on h e i own o i h o w o i S o or l e t th e i t r c st , w t ut r ng ng any c t , k ng me E i h e e e o r o i hi na any ngl s subj ct , duk , arl , bar n , and w t n a ce rtai n day h e sh o uld be brough t to H i s M aj e sty e ith e r quick o r i f h e i i e e . At e e n o h o e o o e d ad last , s ng p fav ur , sa d b tt rly and v ry

o I t i s o to e e e e e e . An d h e pr udly , f lly s k grac at a grac l ss fac “ e H ad I o h i I h o h e i e o th e o e add d , kn wn t s s uld av l v d up n B rd rs in de spit e o f King H arry and yo u bo th fo r I kno w King H arry w o uld downwe igh my be st h o rse wi th go ld to know that I we re ” A m o hi s m n e co nde mne d to di e this day . r str ng and e w re h e th e hi h - o o o i e e h i h o i to ang d by g r ad up n gr w ng tr s w c , acc rd ng r i io to m i e th e i i e o f th e e e io e e t ad t n , an f st njust c x cut n , pr s ntly wi h e e . O n e o f hi s o o e it i s i o e h o h t r d away f ll w rs , sa d , br k t r ug ’ th e i i e h ome to Gil n ocki e T o e i i o f k ng s guard , and carr d w r t d ngs th e dire catastro ph e . “ J oh n Armi strangi s D ance i s o n e of th e po pular tune s me nti o ne d i n T h e C ompl ay n te of S cotla n d T h e pre se nt ’ ve rsio n o f th e ballad i s that of Sco tt s [ Mi n str e l sy ]

M E of o om of i SO speak l rds, s e speak la rds, And sic -like me n o f high degr e e ;

f t m i n O a gen le an I s ng a sa g,

f il n cki S ome time called Laird o G o e . S T T I SH ALL AD P E T CO B O R Y .

i h e w i o i e The k ng r tes a l v ng l tter,

Wi his ain sae e th hand t nderly ,

h e n it to o i Ar mstran And hath se t J hn n e g, m i h i T o co e and speak w th m speedily .

E io Armstran s did o The ll ts and g c nvene, They were a gallant company

’ i me our wf i We ll r de and et la ul k ng, hi i And bring m safe to Gil nock e .

I I ra its . kin n e n o bb Make and cap n ready, then , And ven iso n i n great plenty ;

’ We ll welcome here o ur ro yal ki ng ;

’ I hope he ll dine at Gil n o ckie

h e ran e i o o n o m bowm T y th r h rse the Langh l ,

’ ’ And brak the ir spe ars wi me ikle main ; T h e ladie s l ookit frae th e ir l oft wi ndows ” G o d bri ng o ur me n we el hame again !

’ h o i e c am fo i W en J hnn be re the k ng,

’ ’ Wi his me n sae to se e a brave , The king he mov it h is bo n net to him

w was i as w a He eened he a k ng ee l s he .

e m o e e i n ie May I find grac , y s v r g l ge, Grace for my lo yal me n and me ? For my name it is J ohnnie Ar mstrang f m i i e o o h e . And a subj ct y urs , y l ege, sa d

w w o i o ! A ay, a ay, th u tra t r strang

’ ’ Out 0 my sight so on may st thou be !

’ i o ife I granted never a tra t r s l ,

’ ’ n ow n ot i wi e And I ll beg n th e .

T T I SH LLAD P TR S CO BA OE Y.

w w o i o ! A ay, a ay, th u tra t r strang

’ ’ Out 0 my sight so on may st thou be !

’ n i o if I granted ever a tra t r s l e, ’ w ’ And n ow I ll n o t begi n i thee.

me m if m i m i ! Grant y l e, y l ege, y k ng

’ ’ And a brave gift I ll gi e to thee ; All between here and Newcastle to wn

Shall pay their yearly rent to thee .

w w o i o n ! A ay, a ay, th u tra t r stra g

’ ’ Out 0 my sight so on may st thou be !

’ i o if I granted never a tra t r s l e,

’ ’ And n ow I ll n ot begin wi thee.

i i n ow i Ye l ed, ye l ed, , k ng, he says, Although a king and pri nce ye be !

’ r o e i i n m if Fo I ve l v d naeth ng y l e,

w sa it o e . I eel dare y , but h n sty

fat o e f i wom Save a h rs , and a a r an , T wa bonnie dogs to kill a deer ; But England should have found me meal and malt

G if I had lived this hundred year.

o fo me m m She sh uld have und eal and alt,

’ And beef and mutton i n a plenty ; But never a Scots wife could have said

’ ’ I 1 skaith d i . damage d. That e er I her a pu r flea

w ic T o seek het ater beneath cauld e , Sure ly it is a great folly

e f I have asked grace at a gracel ss ace,

But there is nane for my me n and me . E R M T R A N j oH NNI A S G.

’ ’ cam f m But had I kenn d, ere I rae ha e,

H ow h i wo e to me t ou unk nd uldst be n ,

’ wad ha e i o i I keep t the B rders de,

In spite of all thy force and thee.

’ ’ Wi E i was a st ngland s k ng that I t en ,

i n th man wo ! Oh, g a bly e he uld be

’ For e w h is i e son anc I sle s st r s ,

’ - And on h is breast bane brak a tre e . o wo i o hi s mi J hn re a g rdle ab ut ddle,

’ ’ Em i o e r wi in o bro dered burn g g ld, wi ’ m m Bespangled the sa e etal ,

Maist beautiful was to beho ld .

’ e i tar ats I o i tasse ls Ther hang n ne g at J hn n e s hat, And ilk ane wo rth three hundre d pound :

w in o a What ants that knave that a k g sh uld h ve, But th e sword of ho nour and the crown ?

0 wh e ot o e tar ats o ie , er g th u th se g , J hnn , ” That blink sae brawly 2 aboo n thy bri e ?

at h e m in e fe i I g t the fi ld cht ng, i h o n ot . W ere, cruel k ng, th u durst be

m o Had I y h rse and harness gude,

i i as wo to And r d ng I nt be,

o a hi It sh uld have been t uld t s hundred year, The me eti ng of my king and me !

3 3 hr is o h e G od be wi h e i m o h C . t the , K rsty , y br t er, t p r Lang live thqu laird o f M ange rtoun ! ’ Lang may st thou live o n the B orderside Ere thou see thy brother ride up and down ! T W T T I SH ALLAD P E TR 274 S CO B O Y.

wi i m son And G od be th thee, K rsty, y ,

’ Where thou sits o n thy nurse s knee !

o i i But, an th u l ve th s hundred year,

’ ’ Thy father s better thou lt ne ver be .

w m o i i o Fare ell , y b nn e G ln ck Hall, Where o n Eskside thou standest stout ! G if i m i I had l ved but seven years a r,

’ I would ha e gilt thee round about .

o m was arlin ri J hn urdered at C gg, An d all his gallant company ;

’ ’ o was sae wa But Sc tland s heart ne er e , T o see sae mony brave me n die ;

Because they saved the ir country de ar

En i m . w Frae gl sh en Nane e re sae bauld.

i o n i i e on o i Wh le J hn e l v d the B rders de,

n of m om i Na e the durst c e near h s hauld .

S T T I SH ALLAD P E T R CO B O Y.

Far ha’ e ' I ridden

’ m i e And e kl ha e I seen,

’ But a saddle o n a cow s back ”

Saw n . , I ever nane

m m m ’ Our gude an ca e ha e at e en, And hame came be ; He spied a pair of jack-boots

Where nae boots should be.

’ i n ow wif ? What s th s , gude e

’ What s this I se e ? H ow came these boots here

’ Without the leave 0 me ?

” ’ B oots ! quo sh e

” ’

A oo uo . y, b ts, q he

’ m fa o o f Sha e y ur cuck ld ace, And ill mat ye se e !

’ k - l tc e ts . I t s but a pair of water stoups ” The C o oper sent to me .

’ Water-stoups quo he

” ’ w - u A o o sh e . y, ater st ups, q ’ i Far ha e I r dden,

’ ’ f h a e And ar er I gane, But siller spurs o n water- stoups

Saw I never nane .

’ e m m m Our gud an ca e ha e at e en , And hame came he ; And there he saw a sword w Where a s ord shouldna be . 0 UR G UD E J II AI V.

’ i n ow wif ? What s th s , gude e

’ What s this I se e ? 0 h o w came thi s sword here

’ ” With out ‘ th e leave 0 me ?

” ’ A sword ! qu o sh e

” ’

A wo uo . y, a s rd, q he

’ m fa o o f Sha e y ur cuck ld ace, And ill mat you se e !

’ I t s i s urtl e I but a parr dge p s ifl i n t g, mi i m ” My nn e se nt to e .

’ far h a e i Weel, I r dden , m i ’ And e kle ha e I seen , But siller-handed spurtles w ” Sa I never nane .

’ O ur m a m m gude an c e ha e at e en, An d hame came he ; T here he spied a powdered wig W here nae wig should be .

’ h i n ow wif ? W at s th s , gude e

’ What s this I se e ? H ow came this wig here

’ Without the leave 0 m e ?

” ’ A wig ! quo sh e

” ’

A wi uo . y, a g, q he ’ m fa o ko f Sha e y ur cuc ld ace, And ill mat ou se e ! o y ’ ’ T is naethi ng but a cl ocki n h e n ” My mi nn ie se nt to m e . 2 8 S T T I SH ALLA D P E T 7 CO B O R Y .

’ ” ’ C l ockin h e n ! quo he l k ’ ” ’ A c oc in uo sh e . y, hen , q ’ i Far ha e I r dden ,

’ An d meikle ha e I seen ;

’ But powder on a c l o ckin hen ” aw S I never nane .

’ e m m m Our gud an ca e ha e at e en , And hame came he And there he saw a meikle coat

Where n ae coat sho uld be .

0 h ow came this coat here ? H ow can this be ? H ow came this coat he re

’ Without the leave 0 me ?

” ’ A coat ! quo she

” ’

A o uo . y, a c at, q he “ i o Ye auld bl nd d tard carl , Blind m at ye be !

’ I t s but a pair of blankets

My mi n n ie sent to me .

” ’ Blankets ! quo he

” ’

A uo she . y, blankets, q ’ i Far ha e I r dden,

’ And meikle ha e I seen ; But butto ns upon blankets

Saw I never nane .

2 80 S T TI SH ALLA D E T R CO B PO Y.

FA I R H E L E N O F K I R K C O N N E L .

[T he romantic st o ry which forms th e subj e ct o f this ballad was ’

e o e i n P e T ou r i n Scotl an d v ol ii . . I t first r c rd d nnant s ( . , p ’ ’ a o e i n Si r oh Si i Stati sti cal A ccou n t i n R itso n ls app ars J n ncla r s , s ’ S cotti sh Son s i n o I ll i n str el s T h i i o o f th e g , and Sc tt s y . e trad t n o i to th e e e h H e e I i h e o f l cal ty pr s nt day runs t at l n rv ng, daug t r th e i o f Ki o e in A e o h e n f la rd rkc nn l nnandal , ab ut t e latt r e d o th e e i o f me V e o e two e e me A m r gn Ja s . , was b l v d by g ntl n , da F e mi o f Ki i hom sh e h e e o e o h e l ng rkpatr ck , w rs lf fav ur d , and an t r , i to h e e e e o f B l acke t H o e wh o e o e sa d av b n B ll us , was nc urag d h r H e e h e r o e e i i by e fri e nds . l n and l v r w re dr ve n to me e t n e e o o n e o io hi e h e e on th e s cr t , and up n ccas n , w l t y walk d banks of the Ki e th e e o e e e i o e rtl , j al us and r j ct d su t r sudd nly appe are d o n th e furth e r bank o f th e stre am and le ve lle d his carabine at e H e e had ime t h h th e br ast o f his rival . l n but t o t ro w e rse lf e o e h e r o e he th e ie e e t o ff she e e i i th e b f r l v r , w n p c w n , and , r c v ng m i e i n h e r o o o e e i n his m . h o e e bull t b s , dr pp d and d d ar s A t rn tr i n th e se qu e st e re d d e ll is sti ll po inte d o ut as th e spo t whe re she e A m F e mi e e e i the mm e e e f ll . da l ng, aft r x cut ng su ary v ng anc e in th e o e e e i t i s i to th e narrat d ballad , pr c d d , sa d , wars in S i . R e i e h e i i e th e e o f his mi e pa n turn ng lat r, v s t d grav str ss , h e e o i to i io o e ome his ie be and t r , acc rd ng trad t n , v rc by gr f, e h e him e o n the o o h i h e i e T he e str tc d s lf sp t and f rt w t xp r d . grav o f th e o e ma i be e e i n the h h o f Ki o e l v rs y st ll s n c urc yard rkc nn l , e S r i n ke l l o th e o e m e i h o n ar p g , and up n st n , ark d w t a sw rd and o to h o h h e h ad o h i th e I e ma be cr ss s w t at f ug t aga nst nfid l , y re ad H ic jace t Adamus Fl e ming. Ve io o f th e h e e e i e mo o h e rs ns ballad av b n pr nt d , a ng t rs , by R i o ami e son i h i e o ts n and ; but th e be st s t at nclud d by Sc tt , which h e re oll ows. ]

I WISH I were where Helen lies !

Night and day on me she cries . w w i 0 that I ere here Helen l es, On fair Kirkco nnel Le a ! H E L E N O F KI R K CONNE L .

o o Curst be the heart that th ught the th ught,

An d o curst the hand that fired the sh t,

h n i n m m burd I e n o W e y ar s H le dr pt, And died to succour me !

i m was i 0 th nk na ye y heart sa r,

’ When my l ove dropt down and spak nae

’ did sh e wo o wi me i There s n kle care, f i i On a r K rkconnel Lea.

As w own w - i I ent d the ater s de,

o m foe to m i N ne but y be y gu de,

o m foe to m i N ne but y be y gu de,

n n l On fair . Kirkco e Le a ;

i ow m wo to w I l ghted d n y s rd dra ,

’ a him i n ie sma I h cked p ces ,

’ h h im i n i e sma I acked p ec s ,

F r a i f r o her sake th t d ed o me .

0 e f i o om ! Hel n a r, bey nd c pare

’ I ll m o f i ake a garland thy ha r,

i m for e v e rmair Shall b nd y heart ,

i da i Unt l the y I d e .

0 that I were where Hele n lies ! Night and day on m e sh e cries ;

o f m be d sh e i me i Out y b ds r se, “ ” an d om to me ! Says, Haste c e 282 S T T I SH ALLAD E TR CO B PO Y.

0 Helen fair ! 0 Helen chaste ! I f w wi w I ere th thee, I ere blest,

o i l ow Where th u l es , and takes thy rest,

On fair Kirkconnel Lea .

wi m w owi I sh y grave ere gr ng green ,

wi in - wn ow m e e n A nd g sheet dra er y ,

’ i n m i And I Helen s ar s ly ng, f i i On a r K rkconnel Lea .

I wish I were where Helen lies Night and day on me sh e cries ;

am w of i And I eary the sk es,

i f r For h e r sake that d ed o me .

S T T I SH L D E TR CO BA LA PO Y.

An d w we w to hatna hald shall dra , My merry me n and m e ?

wi ae t f o We ll g o the house o the Rh des,

T o s f i e e that a r lady .

’ oo bu skit I She had nae s ner hersel ,

Nor on h er ow putten g n ,

’ Till Edom 0 Gordo n and hi s me n

“ steadin . o o o w g Were r und ab ut the t n .

n ae o o i o They had s ner s tten d un,

o o i Or s ner sa d the grace,

’ Till Edom 0 G ordo n and his me n

Were close d about the place .

to owe - The lady ran up her t r head, n f as sh 3 e du e . As e o r ast c uld dree ,

T o se e if f i , by her a r speeches,

She could with him agre e .

As o o as saw f i s n he the lady a r,

l ockit f And her yetts all ast,

fe i o of w He ll nt a rage rath,

And his heart was aghast .

om ow to me f i ! C e d n , ye lady a r

’ C ome down to me ! let s se e

’ i i e l ie m ain i Th s n ght y se by y s de,

The mom my bride shall be . E D M O ’ R D O GO O I V.

wi om ow f o o ! I nna c e d n, ye alse G rd n I wi nna come down to thee ! I wi n na fo rsake my ain de ar l ord

h i s sae far f om m e T at r .

’ G i e o o e f i ! up y ur h use, y a r lady

’ G i e up your h ouse to me ;

’ o i Or I shall burn y ursel there n , ” B ot and your babies thre e .

’ wi i e f e o o I nna g up, ye als G rd n , T o n ae sic traitor as thee ;

’ o ou o m i Th ugh y sh uld burn ysel there n, ” B ot and my babies thre e !

” to o ! o f o o Set fire the h use qu th alse G rd n, Sin ce better may na be ; wi r ’ i And I ll burn he sel there n, i ” B ot and her bab es three.

e Out th n spake the Lady Margaret, As she stoo d on the stair ;

was ow The fire at her g d garters, * w w s i The l o e a at her ha r .

‘ W wa w o m m r w be ae wo e o an ! oe to o u. rth, rth ye , J ck, y y I paid ye weel your fe e ;

’ ’ u out m -wa - a Why p ye y grund st ne, Lets in th e reek to m e ?

’ T his ve rse i s include d from th e co py in T he Ne w S T T I SH ALLAD P E T R CO B O Y.

’ An d wae wo e o m man ! e en rth y , J ck, y I paid ye weel your hire ;

’ ’ u e out m -wa - Why p y y grund stane, ” T o me lets in the fire ?

i me w m i Ye pa d eel y h re, lady, Ye paid me weel my fe e ;

’ ’ ’ n ow I m E om o o o man But d G rd n s ,

Maun eith e r do or dee .

n o son Out the bespake her y ungest ,

’ Sat o n the nurse s knee ;

’ ” e mi e i e ow o o D ar th r, g er y ur h use, he says, ” mo e F r k I i m k o th e re e it worr es e .

’ wi i e m o m But I nna g up y h use, y dear, T o nae sic traitor as he !

om w om wae m w f i C e eal , c e , y je els a r, m ’ wi’ m Ye aun tak share e .

Out then bespake her daughter dear,

’ She was baith j 1mp and sma 2

’ row me in i 0 Oh , a pa r sheets,

t w 3 m ow w And o e er the a .

’ T e row d i n i of e h y her a pa r sh ets,

’ ’ And tow d h e r ower the wa ;

’ But o n the poi nt of Edom s spe ar f ’ She gat a deadly a .

T TI SH ALLAD P E TR S CO B O Y.

“ on on m mi men Put , put , y ghty , As fast as ye can dree ;

’ For he that s hindmost of my me n

’ ’ ” Shall ne er ge t gude 0 me !

om e om And s e th y rade, and s e they ran, Full fast out o wer the plain ;

o e t But lang, lang ere he c uld g up, ’ i They were a dead and sla n .

- — I mole catch e rs. But mony were the mudie me n Lay gaspin g on the green ;

’ For 0 fifty me n that Edom brought out

There were but five gaed hame.

And mony were th e mudie-me n Lay gaspi ng on the green ; And mony were the fair ladies l m Lay l e man e ss at ha e .

’ o o wa s w And r und and r und the he ent, Their ashes for to View ;

i o m fle w At last nt the fla es he ,

wo i And bade the rld ad eu . j AM I E TE LFE R .

JA M I E T E LF E R O F T H E FA I R D D O D H EA .

[T his ballad affo rds pe rh aps th e mo st spi ri t e d de scri ptio n e xtant o f o n e o f th e cattle -lifting raids fre qu e nt upo n th e Sco ttish E i h o e i th e o e e h e e h and ngl s B rd rs dur ng f urt nt , fift nt , and

i e e h e i e o f i ts i e i i o . T h e e i e o f s xt nt c ntur s , and sw ft r tr but n v st g s th e o ld o e of D odh e ad ar e i to be e e e Si e in t w r st ll s n n ar ngl r , Se i hi e mi o f T e e e i i e L h o m so lk rks r , and a fa ly lf rs r s d ng n ar ang l ’ lat e as Sco tt s time ave rr e d th e i r d e sce nt from th e T e lfe rs o f th e i e o f th e D o dh e ad . T h e i o f o H th e e ru n St b all , anc nt s at E i o i s i to be e e on th e o e e e M o e e ll ts , st ll s n r ad b tw n r battl and Y e h o m ome e H i th e hi e e i n t l ; and Branks , n ar aw ck , was c f s at , ’ h l n ridd l o e im e o f th i f e h . F om G e e s t s t s , e La rds o Buccl uc r “ ” n o t e s to T h e Fray o f Supo rt i t appe ars th at th e o ffi ce o f Captain o f Be wcastl e o n th e M iddle M arch e s of England was An d the e it o of th e or de r h e ld by th e chi e f o f th e Ni xo ns . d r B M i n str el sy pre sum e s th at th e Wi lli e Sco tt o f th e ballad must h h ave be e n a natural so n o f Buccl e uch . H e also sugge sts t at an i e i n th e i o f e m o E i n O o e 1 82 art cl l st att pts up n ngland , ct b r , 5 , o e th e o mmi io e e i i n 1 8 m a e e to f ul d by c ss n rs at B rw ck 5 7, y r lat th e e o f th e T h o m M e e o f subj ct ballad as usgrav , d puty e e th e e i W e S o L i of B wcastl , and t nants , aga nst alt r c tt , a rd B u ckl u th hi s o m i e for 200 i e o e 00 i , and c pl c s , k n and x n , 3 ga t ”— h e e . H i stor o Westmor l an d an d u mbe r l an d . i . and s p y f C , p xxx ’ Sco tt s ve rsio n of th e ballad i s th at ge ne rally acce pt e d and th e on e h e e o o e h o h h e e h h e e e i e o h e r f ll w d , t ug av rs t at t r x st d an t r im i to hi i n mo e e h i h i e th e ballad , s lar t s st r sp cts , w c attr but d h o f i nour o re scu ng th e cattl e to th e Elli o ts o f Lidd e sdale . ]

f o M artin mastide It ell ab ut the ,

h e o ur o e e t o W n B rd r steeds g c rn and hay,

T h e i o f w o h im to i Capta n Be castle hath b und r de, h ’ w i l And e s o e r to T iv da e to drive a pre y .

’ ae i me t wi The first gu de that they , It was high up i n H ardh augh swire ;

’ T h e e o uide e m e t wi s c nd g that th y ,

It was l aigh down i n B o rthwick wate r. U S T TI SH ALLAD P E TR CO B O Y.

i i w i i m i ? What t d ngs, hat t d ngs, y trusty gu de

’ i i i i ha e to Nae t d ngs, nae t d ngs, I thee ;

’ in e ae to th e f i D o dhe ad But g y ll g a r ,

’ ’ ” o ow f s M ny a c s cal I ll let thee e e .

’ w cam to f i D odhe ad And hen they the a r ,

’ Right hastily they clam the peel ;

’ e oo o ut Th y l sed the kye , ane and a ,

1 I ran s c e d. a k And ran sh ackl e d th e house right weel .

’ Now mi f was i Ja e Tel er s heart sa r,

’ The tear aye ro wi ng i n h is e e

’ ’ wi the i to his He pled Capta n ha e gear,

Or else revenged he wad be.

The Captai n turned him round and leugh ;

“ ’ i n i in o Sa d, Man , there s aeth ng thy h use

ae wo wi o But auld s rd th ut a sheath,

n w f That hardly ow ould ell a mouse.

sun w th e mo o was ow The asna up, but n d n,

’ 2 2 - s ri n li n . was r min of n e w f w p k g It the g y g a a en sna ,

mi f h as mi a-foo Ja e Tel er run ten les t,

’ ’ w D odhe ad o Bet een the and the St b s Ha ,

’ w n to f i owe And hen he car the a r t r yett,

o o i w hie He sh uted l ud, and cr ed eel ,

’ i out be s ak i E io T ll p auld G bby ll t,

’ Wha s this that brings the fray to me ?

“ ’ ’ I t s mi f o f i D odh e ad I , Ja e Tel er the a r , And a harried man I think I be !

’ The re s naethi ng left at the fair D odh ead

’ wif airn i s But a waefu e and b e three .

S T T I SH ALLA D P E T R CO B O Y.

’ n h as e out o i The he ta n a b nn e black,

Was i w fe d wi o r ght eel th c rn and hay,

’ h e s se t mi e fe o n h is And Ja e T l r back,

’ T o the C atsl ockhill to tak the fray .

’ w cam to C atsl ockhill And hen he the ,

o o i we hie He sh uted l ud, and cr ed el ,

" m ’ ’ ‘ f i out h im i i m firmflfgfi T ll and spak W ll a s Wat , ’ O wh a s this bri ngs the fray to me ?

“ ’ ’ I t s mi f o th e f i D odh e ad I , Ja e Tel er a r , A harri ed man I thi nk I be ! T h e Captai n o f Bewcastle h as driven my gear ;

’ ” For o i e o me ! G d s sake r s , and succ ur

” ’ for wae ! o i i m Alas qu th W ll a s Wat,

for m i s i ! Alack , thee y heart sa r

’ I never cam bythe fair D odhe ad

That ever I fand thy basket bare .

’ H e s set his twa on o n oa - s s c l black steeds,

’ im o f H sel up n a reckled gray,

’ o n wi mi fe And they are Ja e Tel r, m ’ ’ T o Brankso e Ha to tak the fray .

’ ’ w e cam to o m And hen th y Branks e Ha ,

’ o i o hie They sh uted a ba th l ud and , i ’ him T ll up and spak auld Buccleuch, “ ’ i Wha s h i i f to me ? Sa d, t s br ngs the ray

“ ’ ’ I t s mi f o f i D odhe ad I , Ja e Tel er the a r , And a harried man I think I be !

’ f i n f i D odh e ad There s naught le t the a r ,

’ But a greeting wife and bairn ie s three . AM /E TE LP B R j .

” for wae ! o h th e i o Alack qu t gu d auld l rd, “ And ever my heart is wae fo r thee !

f e ar on i i m son But y g cry W ll e, y , And se e that he come to me speedily !

w th e w e i wi Gar arn at r, bra d and de, Gar warn it sune and hastily !

’ e wi i fo r f k e Th y that nna r de Tel er s y ,

’ Le t them never l oo k i n the face 0 me !

’ W n o h is o ar Wat Harden , and s ns,

’ Wi the m will B o rthwick Wate r ride ;

r Gaudil an ds Allan hau h Wa n , and g ,

G il man scl e u h C ommon side . And g , and

i P ri e sth au h swire R de by the gate at g ,

’ And warn th e C urro rs o the Le a ; As ye come down th e H e rmitage Sl ac k I W ’ Warn doughty illie o G orri n be rry.

o e o The Sc tts th y rade, the Sc tts they ran, Sae starkly and sae steadily !

’ An d aye the ower-word o th e thrang “ ” Was i for om i ! , R se Branks e read ly

T h e was i e Frost l e a gear dr v n the y up,

Frost l e a o i Frae the y unt the pla n ,

Wi ie h as o o e his m e n fo When ll l k d be re,

And saw the kye right fast drivi ng.

” ’ i e i ? an Wi ie sa Wha dr v s th r kye g ll y,

“ 2 ’ T o make an outspe ckl e 0 me ? 2 laughi n g-s“ “ ’ ’ I t s th e i o w Wi i I , Capta n Be castle, ll e ;

3 wi m m f 3 co nceal . I nna layne y na e o r thee . S CO T T I SH BA LLAD POE T R Y

’ 0 will ye let Telfe r s kye gae back ?

’ Or will ye do aught for regard 0 me ?

’ f i o f m o uo i i o Or by the a th y b dy, q W ll e Sc tt,

x “ ’ ’ ” e xpe nd I se ware l my dame s calfski n o n thee !

wi th e ae I nna let kye g back,

e i fo r o e n or f N ther thy l v , yet thy ear ;

’ But I will drive Jamie Telfe r s kye

’ I n spite of every Scott that s here .

” ’ on e m ! uo i ie Set th , lads q W ll then ;

e se t on m e ! Fy , lads, the cru lly

Fo r e re win to R itte rford they the , ” “ e mpty Mony a toom 2 saddle the re sall be !

’ ’ h i e wi e T en t l t they ga d, h art and hand,

3 m ttlin g The blows fell fast as bickeri ng 3 hail ;

mo o m And ny a h rse ran asterless,

mo m was And ny a co ely cheek pale .

i i was i ow But W ll e str cken er the head,

‘h ea d i p e ce . And through the knapscap 4 the sword has gane ; And Harden grat for very rage W i hen Will e o n the grund lay slane .

’ ’ he s a aff his e e But t en gud st el cap,

’ And thrice h e s waved it i n th e air ; * ’ The D in l ay snaw was ne er mair white

’ S re S g y. No r l art o f the y l cks o Harden s hair.

” ’ Revenge ! revenge ! auld Wat gan cry ; “ o n h m ! Fye, lads, lay t e cruelly

’ ’ e se e T e viotside i W ll ne er aga n ,

’ Or Willie s death revenged sall be .

A mo untain in Lidde sdale .

2 6 S T T I SH ALLAD P E T R 9 CO B O Y.

’ cam to Stan e irthside When they the g ,

’ wi e e oo They dang tr s, and burst the d r ;

’ ’ oo o ut th e i They l sed a Capta n s kye,

And se t the m forth our lads before .

was wife o There an auld ay nt the fire,

’ ’ A we e bit 0 the Captain s kin :

’ oo o ut i Wha dare l se the Capta n s kye, Or answer to him and his me n ?

’ I t s Wuds urs oo I , Watty p , l se the kye, I wi n na layne my name frae th e e !

’ wi oo out i And I ll l se the Capta n s kye,

’ ” In scorn o f a his me n and be .

’ cam to f i D odhe ad When they the a r , They were a welcome sight to se e !

Fo r i e o f his ain mi nst ad ten lk kye, i Jamie Telfe r has gotte n th rty and three .

h as i o And he pa d the rescue sh t,

’ Baith wi gowd and white mo ney ;

’ An d i o i i o at the bur al W ll e Sc tt,

’ w w i e e I wat as mo ny a eep ng . KI W NM O N T I LLI E .

K I N M NT O W I L L I E .

T h e e e e e e i n hi on e o f th e as i t [ v nt c l brat d t s ballad was last ,

on e o f th e mo hie e me o n th e o e . T h e was st gallant , ac v nts B rd rs W e f M he th e ime o f the o e e ard ns o th e W e st arc s , at t ccurr nc , e e ir W e o o f e h Lo Scroo e o n th e w r S alt r Sc tt Buccl uc and rd p , o i i i e i e O n o f 1 6 he i Sc tt sh and Engl sh s de r spe ct v ly . a day 5 9 t r e i e S o o f H i i e e m o f th e me o f d put s , c tt a n ng, and a g ntl an na S e m e t to e B o e m e Ke rsho e alk ld , arrang rd r att rs , at p , a burn hi h i i e Li e e o m A e th e m e e i w c d v d s dd sdal fr Be wcastle . ft r t ng, ’ hi e th e e i e Wi i m A m o o f and w l day s truc st ll last d , ll a r str ng Ki n m o n t mo - oo e e o e for e h e , a ss tr p r r n wn d str ngt and statur , whil e re turning pe ace fully h o me wi th so me th re e o r fo ur o f a o o i e e o 200 o f th e E i h f ll w ng, was sudd nly pursu d by ab ut ngl s , m i o e i i e e h e e to e . ad pr s n r , and carr d Carl sl Castl Buccl uc , e e th e e i me m e o f hi s o e nrag d at lawl ss act aga nst a b r clan , wr t to Lo Scr oo e e m i e e e e i i n o e rd p d and ng r dr ss , and r c v ng r ply , sw o re h e w o uld re scu e Ki n mo n t W illie with hi s o wn h and d e spit e Lo rd Scroo pe and all th e English garriso n . Acco rdingly on the nigh t o f 1 3 th Apri l b e asse mble d two h undre d picke d me n with ladde rs and priso n -bre aking imple me nts at M o rto n T o e i n th e D e e e L te n mi e om i e w r bat abl and , l s fr Carl sl , and o e i h i h o e o f i o e un fav ur d by a p tc y n g t and t rr nts ra n , r d

e e i e to th e o f th e i e . H e e i o e e h e p rc v d walls c tad l r , und sc v r d , t y h e a th e h e e o f th e E i h e i e i o e h e rd c all ng ngl s s nt n ls walk ng v r ad . P e e i th e e too h o h e o o e m r s ntly , find ng ladd rs s rt , t y f und a p st , o e i n e me of o m e th e br k , and awar , by ans a w an s nt day be o e of th e e o io o f th e i o e m e h e i to f r , xact l cat n pr s n r , ad t r way him i e him o ff i ho h e i o of oo , and carr d w t ut s dd ng a dr p bl d , hi e Lo Sc r oo e e i e i h fiv e h e S o e e i n w l rd p , b l v ng t at undr d c ts w r

o e i o o f th e e e o e i n hi s o wn o o m . As h e p ss ss n plac , k pt cl s r was ’ i e e th e W e n i o A m o it is i o e carr d und r ard s w nd w r str ng, sa d , r ar d “ ” u oo - i h i o t a lusty g d n g t to h s lordshi p . For hi e o i e om e e e m o i i o n th e o f t s xpl t , aft r s w ak t p r z ng part the S o i h i e h e i e e m e VI . to c tt s k ng, Buccl uc was d l v r d up by Ja s i h h r i im o w d h Qu e e n El zabe t . U po n e ask ng h h he dare d o suc “ “ hi D e m m h e e i e h o m an no t a t ng, ar , ada , r pl d , w at w uld a ” e to do ? T h e e e i t i s i o e mi e an d se t dar qu n , sa d , fr wn d , s l d , th e o o e C hie i e e b ld B rd r fta n fr . T h e o nl y kno wn ve rsio n of th e ballad i s th at i n th e Bor de r

’ “ ’ o o th e Si e hi fi l d ar n J ck d , and Arc e o f C a e , e ballads o imi i o -bi e aki n e oi i h o th e e o f e s lar pr s n g xpl ts , w t ut advantag xact kno wn hist o ri c basis ] S T TI SH ALLAD P E T R Y CO B O .

’ O HAVE ye na heard 0 th e fause Sakelde ?

’ 0 have ye na h e ard 0 the k e en Lord Sc roope ?

’ ’ H o w e n Ki n mo nt i i e th y ha e ta e bauld W ll , O n H aribe e to hang him up ?

i ie we me n Had W ll had but t nty ,

w m e n as o as h e But t enty st ut ,

’ Sake l de e Ki n mon t Fause had nev r the ta en,

’ Wi e i o e in his m ght sc r co pany .

e hi s e th e Th y band l gs beneath steed,

i hi s in his They t ed hands beh d back,

e him fiv e some on i They guard d , each s de,

e o i i - And th y br ught h m owe r the L dde l rack .

e l e d him o th e Lidde l - Th y thr ugh rack, An d also through the Carlisle sands ;

o him to i e e They br ught Carl sl castl ,

’ T e m o b at my Lo rd Scro ope s co man ds .

are i m o is f My hands t ed, but y t ngue ree, And wha will dare this de e d avo w ? Or answer by th e B order l aw ? Or answe r to th e bauld Buccl e uch ?

Now o o e i ! haud thy t ngue, th u rank r ver

’ There s never a Scot shall se t thee free

e fo e e o m e e B r y cr ss y castl y tt, ’ m I trow ye shall take fare well 0 e .

’ m o uo Wi ie Fear na ye that, y l rd, q ll

’ th e f i 0 m o o Sc roo e i By a th y b dy, L rd p , he sa d,

e e o i n ho ste l rie I n v r yet l dged a ,

x e onin . r ck g But I paid my l awin g before I gae d .

S T T I SH ALLA CO B D P OE TR Y .

’ ’ i e w w n th e But s nc nae ar s bet ee lands,

h is e e e o And t ere p ac , and p ace sh uld be ;

’ i e m E i o r I ll ne th r har ngl sh lad lass, ” And ye t the Kin mo n t freed shall be !

h as e him fo m m n He call d rty arch e bauld,

ow w o f his ain n me I tr they ere a ,

E Sir i E i o xcept G lbert ll t, called

i of o m m . The La rd St bs, I ean the sa e

has him fo m hm He called rty arc en bauld, We re kinsmen to th e bauld Buccleuch “ i o n h e on ‘ £33d W th spur e l , and splent spauld , f o of e . And gl ves gre n , and eathers blue

’ w five five e fo e m There ere and b r the a ,

’ Wi hunti ng-ho rns and bugl e s bright

’ five m wi e And and five ca e Buccl uch,

’ i w me n fo r . L ke arden s , arrayed fight

fiv e i e m o And and five, l k a as n gang, That carrie d th e ladders lang and hie ;

five five i e o m e n And and , l k br ken ;

An d so th e y re ached the Wo o dhouselee.

as we o e B ate abl e And cr ss d the land,

e to th e E i i e we Wh n ngl sh s d held,

’ ’ 0 m e n we me t wi The first that , Wha should it be but fause Sake lde ?

he e ? Where ye gaun , ye hunters k en ’ “ Q u o fause Sake l de come tell to me

o to E i We g hunt an ngl sh stag, H i as tre spassed o n th e Scots countr e . h e e be e e m me n ? W r y gaun , y arshal ’ “ uo f Sake l de o me me Q ause , c tell true

We o to e i e g catch a rank r v r,

’ H as broken faith wi th e bauld Buccleuch .

h e m o W re are ye gaun, ye as n lads,

’ ’ Wi o hi e ? a y ur ladders, lang and 1 r t We to e o i ‘ gang h rry a c rb e s nest ,

2 2 n far f dwe ns . That wo ns ot rae Wo odhouse lee.

e e he o e me n ? Wh r ye gaun , ye br k n

’ “ n Q uo fause Sake l de ; come tell to me i

Now i i o f D r h O e D ck e y p led that band ,

3 fl am in And the ne ver a word of lear had he . g

Why trespass ye o n the English side ?

” ’ R ow-fo o 4 o w ! u o h e ted utla s, stand q

T he wo i i to sa never a rd had D ck e y, h h Sae h e thrust t e lance t rough his fause body .

o n we e fo r i o Then h ld Carl sle t un, And at Stan e sh aw-bank the Eden we crossed ;

T h e w was me i of i ater great and kle spa t,

r m w But the ne ve r a horse n o an e l ost .

w we Stan e shaw- And hen reached the bank, The wind was risi ng l oud and hi e ;

’ e th e i r e our e And ther la rd ga d l ave ste ds, f h m For e ar that t e y should sta p and n e igh .

And when we le ft the Stan e shaw-bank T h e wi nd began full l oud t o blaw o ’ w win we e But t as d and t, and fire and sleet,

’ When we came be neath th e castle wa . I H L S CO T T S BA LAD P OE T R Y .

e o n e ou r We cr pt kn es, and held breath,

’ Till we placed the ladders agai nst the wa ;

’ And sae ready was Buccl e uch himsel m ’ T o ount the first before us a .

’ h as e w m n th e o He ta n the atch a by thr at, He flung him do wn upo n the lead

e e n o t e w n our n Had th r b en peace bet ee la ds, Upo n the other side thou hadst gaed !

” ’ Now o o u t m e ! uo s und , tru p ts q Buccleuch

’ ” Let s waken Lord Scroope right merri ly !

’ Then l oud the warden s trumpet ble w

’ ” 0 who da ur meddl e mi me ?

i to w we e Then speed ly ark ga d ,

- I ’ clan attle cr . i e sl o an an e b y And ra s d the g and a ,

o e o of And cut a h l thr ugh a sheet lead , w ’ And so e wan to the castle ha .

’ The y thought Ki ng James and a his me n

’ Had wo n the ho use wi bow and spear ;

was w o It but t enty Sc ts and ten , That put a th ousand in sic a steer 2

’ ’ Wi o wi fore h amme rs c ulters, and ,

’ We m i gar d the bars bang err ly,

’ i we cam to i i o Unt l the nner pr s n ,

’ e i i o Kin mon t did li Wh re W ll e he e .

’ w e we c am to ow i o And h n the l er pr s n,

’ Whe re Willie o Ki n mon t h e did l ie

0 w e Kinmo n t i i sleep ye, ake y , W ll e,

’ ” Upon the mo m that thou s to die ?

A o e B rd r tune .

0 S T T I SH ALLAD P O B T R 3 4 CO B Y.

h as to E Buccleuch turned den Water,

E w it ow f to im ven here fl ed rae bank br ,

’ ’ has i n wi h i s n And he plunged a ba d,

And safely swam them through the stream .

him o n o i He turned the ther s de, And at Lord Scroope his gl ove flung he

I f i m i i in m E ye l ke na y v s t erry ngland, ” I n fair Scotland come visit me !

o on i oo o Scro o e All s re ast shed st d L rd p , He sto od as still as ro ck of stane

r to ow his He scarcely da ed tr eyes,

When through the water they had gane .

’ is i im i f He e ther h sel a dev l rae hell, Or else hi s mother a witch maun be ; I wadn a have ridden that wan water

’ Fo r a the gowd i n C h riste n ti e . E ’ ’ T H E D O WI E D N S O YA R R O W.

’

T H E DOW I E D E N S O YA R ROW .

[No fe we r th an si xtee n ve r si o ns o f th is famo us ballad are printe d by P ro fe sso r Chi ld i n h is re ce nt e ditio n of E ngl i sh an d f h e e th e e i e o mm Scotti sh P opu la r Bal lads . O t s arl st was c uni cated to P e rcy by P ri nci pal R o be rts o n o f Edinburgh be fo re 1 6 th e e o t o m th e e i io o f Wil i m 7 5 , and lat st was g fr r c tat n l a ’ We h P e e hi e o o ri e to lackwood s ls , a e bl ss r c ttar , and c nt but d B V M a az i n e i n e 1 8 0 P o e o e i h . O f h e m g , Jun , 9 , by r f ss r tc t all , h o e e o e is e o e i s mo e e to th e e e w v r , n n fin r and n n r tru g n ral t e no r o f all th e ve rsi o ns tha n th at pri nt e d by Sco tt fro m ve rsi o ns and fragm e nts o btaine d in the ne igh bo urh o od o f Y arro w i tse lf I t is th e o i by Jam e s H ogg and William Laidlaw . c py n th e

or de r M i n str e ls o i n h i h i s h e e o o e . B y , acc rd gly , w c r f ll w d “ A o i to H o h e o i hi s o th e h e o o f cc rd ng gg, w n f rward ng c py , r th e ballad i s sai d to ha ve be e n o f th e name o f Sco tt . H e live d in E i o me O oo o h e Ki ho e ttr ck , s say at akw d , t rs rk p but was e he o i hi s o h e -i n - e e i n th e d tr ac r usly sla n by br t r law , as r lat d balla , wh o had hi m at ill -Wil l be cause his fath e r had parte d wi th th e hal f of al l hi s goo ds and ge ar to hi s siste r on h e r marriag e wi th ” m hi i fo m i o e so e e e man . F o i n r sp ctabl a r t s n r at n , and a passag ’ Ni e H e r a ld r S o e th e o io h the sb t s y , c tt dr w c nclus n t at ballad e e e to e o h D e uch ar sw r e o f hi h A m r f rr d a du l f ug t at y , w c r an S e e e Y o Ki i s e i oh S o o f tr t n ar arr w rk a part , b tw xt J n c tt T ushi e la w hi s o h e -i n - W e hi so n o f R o e and br t r law , alt r, t rd b rt

S o o f T hirl estan e i n hi h th e e in . P o e o c tt , w c latt r was sla r f ss r C hi h o e e i n e w i h to e on th e e o m ld , w v r , br ngs a l g t b ar subj ct fr ’ ' M - o H i st o elki r ksh r T . i or S i e . B hi i . Cra g Br wn s y f y t s t appe ars th at th e slai n Walte r Sco tt of th e due l was n o t th e bro th e r -i n -law f h o wi e e i h f i r P o o S his n e o S r i P o e o . J n c tt , f b g a daug t r at ck rt us I n th e e o o f th e P e e o f Se i m o e o e it i s r c rds r sbyt ry lk rk , r v r , “ re co rd e d th at i n 1 6 1 6 Walte r Sco tt o f T u shi e law made an i nfo rmal and in ordi n at marri age wi th G riz e l Sco tt o f T hir l estan e ” i h o o e o f h e r h e T h e e mo h e the e o w t ut c ns nt fat r . r nt s aft r l pe me nt th e same re co rds co ntai n e ntry o f a summo ns to Sime o n o o f B o n t oun h e e o f T hi rl e stan e h Sc tt y , an ad r nt , and t re e o th e r “ Sco tts to co mpe ar in M e lro se to h e ar th e mse lve s e xco mmun i cat ” i h e W for th e h o rr ble slaug t r of alte r Sco tt (o f T ushi e l aw). H e e i t o e is th e e e of th e a r , w uld at last app ar , tru subj ct b llad ,

e e i n o t o n l .wi th i io i h th e i e o f th e agr ng y trad t n , but w t narrat v unkn o wn poe t . X S T T I SH ALLAD P E T R CO B O Y.

I t n e e d h ardly be said h e re that the sto ne s standing on ’ S e e or A T e in Y o do n o t e e to the tr t , nnan s r at , arr w , r f r ballad

i i e e o to th e e e o f e ie e . nc d nt , but b l ng v nts an arl r warfar T h e ballad is be li e ve d to h ave sugge st e d to H amilton of “ B an o ur his e i oe m e i i e e m g b aut ful p b g nn ng Busk y , busk y , y o ie o ie b nn , b nn

’ E e e n i in wi LAT at , dr nk g the ne,

e n n ‘ r cko i g. w And ere they paid the la ing .

se t om e m w They a c bat th bet een,

2 dawn . 2 T o fight it in the dawing .

m m o o O stay at ha e, y n ble l rd,

3 3 m ch m e . m m m ow ! at , at O stay at ha e, y arr My crue l brother will you betray

4 4 do e fu h o ms. wi h um l l l On the do e o s o f Yarrow.

f w m a ! O are ye eel , y lady g y

f e e w m ! 0 ar y eel , y Sarah

’ For m ae o n I aun g , th ugh I ne er retur

’ owi n ow Frae the d e ba ks 0 Yarr .

i his e sh e kaime d h is i She k ssed ch ek, ha r,

As oft sh e o e fo had d ne b re, 0 ;

him wi hi s o She belted th n ble brand, h ’ And e s away to Yarro w.

i n As he gaed up the Tenn es ba k ,

’ wot wi o ow I he gaed s rr ,

i ow in de n i i m me n T ll , d n a , he sp ed n ne ar ed , wi h m On the do e ou s o f Yarrow.

0 om to o c e ye here part y ur land, The bonnie Forest thorough ?

om e e to wi o Or c e y her eld y ur brand, ” O n the dowie h oums of Yarrow?

308 S CO T T I SH BALLAD POE T R Y .

As sh e ow o n i i i sped d n y h gh h gh h ll,

’ wi o ow She gaed dule and s rr ,

i n de n i te n i me n And the sp ed sla n ,

owi On the d e banks of Yarr ow.

i his sh e kaim d hi s i She k ssed cheek, e ha r,

h is wo o o She searched unds all th r ugh,

i e m i i w She k ssed th , t ll her l ps gre red,

n wie h m O the do ou s o f Yarr ow.

Now o o m ! haud y ur t ngue, y daughter dear

’ Fo r a this breeds but sorrow ;

’ I ll we d ye to a better lord

him n Than ye l ost o Yarrow.

o o m f ! O haud y ur t ngue, y ather dear Ye mi nd m e but o f sorrow ; A fairer ro se did never bl oom

n w i Than o l es cropped o n Yarrow. TH E N I E H SE ’ A I R LI E BO N O U 0 .

’ T H E B O N N I E H O U S E O A I RL I E .

T hi hi h is i e o o i n S o [ s ballad , w c st ll a v ry p pular s ng c tland , d oe n ot i s e e o e e e to i i e of the s , as g n rally supp s d , r f r an nc d nt o i e e e io of 1 Lo O i i e his i e o f h Jac b t r b ll n 745 . rd g lv and w f , t at d a e e i t i s e am o th e o e o e o f h e y, w r , tru , ngst str ng st supp rt rs C arl s Edward ; but th e circumstance s narrat e d i n th e ballad o ccurred mo e h h e e e i e th e h ie o f the e e r t an a undr d y ars arl r, C arl v rs s was Ki h e th e Fi th e e A e e e e to ng C arl s rst , and faus rgyl r f rr d was G i e i e G rumach o r h e i s e i n o me e io of th e ll sp , , as call d s v rs ns ’ th e e e A e th e e o e of th e o e ballad , gl y d rgyl , gr at supp rt r C v nant , e h e e m o f M o and subse qu ntly t e n y ntro se . O n e 1 2 1 6 0 th e E of A e ommi io e Jun , 4 , arl rgyl was c ss n d by th e Committe e o f Estat e s to roc e e d with fire and swo rd against ’p ce rtai n e ne mi e s to re ligio n who h ad n o t signe d th e Co ve nant . T his co mmissio n Argyle int e rpre te d li be rally fo r th e de structi o n o f m h o m h e o i e e i e to him e mo any w c ns d r d unfr ndly s lf, and a ng o h e wh o ffe e th e E o f Ai i e T hi o e m h ad t rs su r d was arl rl . s n bl an him e e e to E hi s h o e i n th e e e i of s lf scap d ngland , but us was k p ng his e e son Lo O i ie h e i t Fo r th ar o h e e ld st , rd g lv , w n and , an t r s at o f the mi e e e i e e A e . fa ly , w r tak n , p llag d , and burn d by rgyl L O i i e it i s i e h e r o e me th e ime ady g lv , sa d , was n ar c nfin nt at t ,

e e fo r e o h o . T hi h o e e and b gg d d lay up n t at acc unt s , w v r, was n ot e sh e e out e mo e e . grant d , and was turn d r rs l ssly Ve rsio ns o f th e ballad h ave be e n printe d by Sh arpe and Kinlo ch i n h e i e e i e o io T h h i o is o m t r r sp ct v c lle ct ns . at w ch h e re fo ll ws fr mo e o i e i e i n G o o i o me a d rn br ads d pr nt d lasg w , and c nta ns s d ramatic additi o nal stanzas ]

I T fe o o i mm da ll up n a day, a b nn e su er y,

’ ’ w wi ie When the clans ere a Charl , That there fell out a great dispute w Bet een Argyle and Airlie .

’ e i 0 his me n Argyl had ra sed a hundred ,

T o om i n mo i c e the rn ng early,

’ And he h as gan e down by the back 0 Dunkeld

’ T o plunde r the bo n nie house 0 Airlie. ‘ 3 10 S CO T T I SH B ALLAD P O E T R Y .

’ i ie o o e f i e wa Lady Og lv l k d rae her h gh castl ,

she i i And 0 but s ghed sa rly,

’ T o se e Argyle and a hi s me n

’ Co me to plunder the bo nnie house 0 Airlie .

o me oo om o o i i i C d n, c e d n, Lady Og lv e, he cr ed,

om oo i me f i C e d n and k ss a rly,

mo i i Or, ere the rn ng clear dayl ght,

’ ’ I ll n o leave a standi ng stane i n Airlie .

w o m oo o e she i I adna c e d n, pr ud Argyl , cr ed, I wadna kiss thee fairly ; ” w o m o o o f o she i I adna c e d n , th u ause l rd, cr ed, Though ye l e ave na a standing stane in Airlie !

w m ain o me But ere y gude l rd at ha ,

’ ’ As i i h e s wi i th s n ght Charl e,

’ T he false Argyle and a his me n

’ D urstn a enter the bonnie house 0 Airlie .

’ o him o i o O I ha e b rne seven b nn e s ns,

’ saw his i The last ne er dadd e,

’ i n as mon o e r i And g I had y aga n,

’ ’ ” They d a be me n to Charlie .

’ i n o i Argyle a rage attacked the b nn e ha ,

And hi s me n to i f i the plunder ng a rly,

’ o saw i de wdra s fa And tears th ugh he l ke p ,

’ ow se t . o i o 0 i i In a l e he the b nn e h use A rl e .

’ ow i s on ? uo ie What l e y q the gude Loch l,

i i m in That r ses th s orn g sae early .

’ G od 0 m ki n i o i vi By the y , cr ed the y ung Og l e, “ ’ ’ m in i m I t s y a bonn e ha e o Airlie .

1 2 S T TI SH ALLAD P E TR 3 CO B O Y.

’ T H E BA RO N O B RA C K L EY .

[T he ch aracte risti c H ighland fray ce le brate d i n this ballad o ccurre d be twe e n J ohn G o rdo n o f Brackl e y and J oh n Farquhar son o f I e e i n Se e m e 1 666. A o i to th e o nv r y , pt b r , cc rd ng acc unt o f th e G o o B e h ad i n e e io o f e rd ns , rackl y x cut n l gal warrant ’ o i e o me o f Far uh ar son s e he e o F h o p nd d s q cattl , w r up n arqu ars n , to e e e him e f i e his e o e me to th e h o e of r v ng s l , ra s d p pl , ca us B e o e e e to i e n ot o th e o i e rackl y , and pr c d d dr v away nly p nd d ’ ’ c e B rackl e s own . o G o o e m to e e attl , but y Up n rd n s att pt pr v nt hi th e Far uh arson s e o him e him h is t s , q f ll up n , and sl w and o h e A om e h iffe e o i th e me o n br t r . s w at d r nt st ry , lay ng bla e h as e e h e o mo th e Far uharsons Brackl y , b n and d d wn a ng q . F o m th e h o e e h I e e o e e e o e r fact , w v r , t at nv r y was pr s cut d b f r th e o o f i i i n e is m e io e C urt Just c ary , and , a lat r warrant , nt n d as h aving be e n i n o utlawry for many ye ars ; th e G o rdo n ve rsio n may be take n as substantially co rre ct . ’ A o i to th e i io o f amie son s hi e B e cc rd ng trad t n day , w l rackl y was m an i e e e e me hi s e i h o I e e wh o a un v rsally st d y n g b urs , nv r y , his e io e e i i e e hi i e was r lat n , was fi rc , dar ng, and act v , and x b t d all th e o h e i i o f e e o o e i h o of th e w rst c aract r st cs a fr b t r , w t ut any o i i hi e e e e e me me n f h ge ne r us qual t e s w ch fr qu ntly r d d o t at type . ’ G o o i e M e h e o f Sir T h om B um e t o f rd n s w f was argar t , daug t r as ’ h e m i e him i ho h e r i e o e — hi h Le ys . S arr d w t ut fr nds c ns nt w c ma m e e i h e h i t o e -m h o r h th e y an t r t at was a l v atc , t at lady ’ of e o e i o i io . A e B rackl e s e h o i was r s lut d sp s t n ft r y d at , acc rd ng to th e L m e M e mo i sh e m ie me Le ie D o o u sd n r als , arr d Ja s sl , ct r f M i i o e d c ne . ’ P o e o hi o e h B rackl e s h e o h e oh r f ss r C ld n t s t at y fat r , an t r J n G o o o m e e e of C h attan h om rd n , was als urd r d by cat rans Clan , w h e e e i i on No e m e 1 1 2 h ome o f th e was nt rta n ng, v b r , 5 9 , and t at s d e tails o f th e e arli e r trage dy may h ave fo und th e ir way into th e ballad . e ie o e to B e on the D e e o o mi e Brackl y l s cl s allat r , , ab ut f rty l s o me me of th i o f e w e st from Abe rde e n . S frag nts e ru ns B rackl y ” “ e mie o i e m i h e h o the ate Castl , says Ja s n , st ll r a n ; and t y s w h o h hi h h e o e o ut ho o e e e two i e t r ug w c r d , and a ll w way b tw n l ttl m o h e th e Far uh arsons e o hi . kn lls , w n q f ll up n T h e ‘ ballad was first pri nt e d by Jamie so n i n his Popu l ar

M . f M r f an d Son s o m the S o s. o o F g , fr Br wn alkland ho e m i e me A e G o o o e i h o h e (w s a d n na was nn rd n), c llat d w t an t r e io n o t m e i i ffe e i h e him S o who oo v rs n , at r ally d r nt , furn s d by c tt , t k i t o om th e e i io o f two ies e ~ hi e of d wn fr r c tat n lad , gr at grandc ldr n

T hi e io is n ow o o e . Farquh arso n o f I nve rey . s v rs n f ll w d ] AR N O ’ R A KLE TH E B O B C Y.

I NVEREY came down Deeside whistling an d playing;

’ H e s lighted at Brackley yetts at the day clawing :

“ ’ o o wi i ? Says, Bar n Brackley, O are ye th n

’ There s sharp swords at the yett will gar your blood

i to wi ow sh e w The lady ra se up, the nd ent ;

Sh e heard her kye lowi ng o wer hill and owe r be nt .

i o n o O r se, up, ye bar n , and tur back y ur kye,

’ r i Fo the lads o D rumwharran are driv ng them by .

H ow i or m i ? can I r se, lady, turn the aga n W ’ ’ here er I have ae man I wat they ha e ten .

’ i m o 1 in o ‘ distafis Then r se up, y lasses, tak r cks y ur hand,

’

An d ou omm . turn back the kye. I ha e y at c and

’ Gi n as h a e I had a husband, I nane, w ’ l ie i n hi s o w se e h is . He adna b er, kye ta en

’ “ ot o i e for h is i armour. Then up g the bar n , and cr d gra th ,

“ ’ ’ I ll o to ou I m i . Says, Lady, gang, th ugh leave y la th

’ om i me an d i e me m a C e, k ss , then, Peggy, g y spe r ; 3 w was for o n f w i 3 ar . I aye peace, th ugh I ever eared e r

“ ’ om i me n or in I m to C e, k ss , then , Peggy, th k blame ;

’ ” w ma ae ou n wi n m ! I eel y g t, but I ll ever ha e S T T I SH ALL E T CO B AD PO R Y .

was o w o When Brackley busked, and rade er the cl se,

’ n A galla ter baron ne er lap to a horse .

e was mo d ow When Brackl y unte , and rade er the

green ,

He was as bauld a baro n as ever was seen .

’ ’ am wi i Though there c Inverey th rty and three,

’ There was nane wi bo n nie Brackley but his brother

and he.

T wa o o did wo w gallanter G rd ns never s rd dra ,

’ i fo an d i w me w is twa? But aga nst ur th rty, ae s , hat

’ ’ Wi wo wi did him o s rds and daggers they surr und,

’ ’ And they ve pierced bonn ie Brackley wi mony a w ound .

’ ’ Frae the head 0 the Dee to the banks 0 the Spey

o o ma m o him . The G rd ns y urn , and ban Inverey

’ ’ O cam ye by B rackl e y s yetts ? was ye in there ?

saw his rivin I i ? Or ye Peggy dear, g her ha r

’ 0 cam was in I by Brackley yetts, I there, ” - i And I saw h is Peggy a mak ng good cheer.

a sh f m i m That l dy e easted the , carr ed the ben

’ She laughed wi the me n that her baro n had slain .

f on ou ! h ow o do sae ? O y y , lady c uld ye

Y ou Opened your yetts to the fause Inverey .

S T T I SH ALLAD E T R CO B PO Y.

V WA LY , WA LY , LO E B E B O N N I E .

’ T hi e e i i e om T hom o r heus [ s ballad aft r b ng pr nt d , fr s n s O p “ C al edon i us i n th e T ea T abl e M i scel l an i e as , y , was nclud d a ” ’ ie o in P R el i ue s B to un wh o i e e e . A v ry anc nt s ng rcy s q y y , pr nt d “ o e e io it o i e e to be th e m e T h e a c llat d v rs n , was c ns d r d sa ballad as M ” hi o e o f D o o f hi h i t o m th e i i i o io . arc n ss uglas , w c f r s n t al p rt n I f hi be th e e it ma be e th e me o f L t s cas , y tak n as la nt ady E i e e e h e o f oh i h E of M ar Barbara rsk n , ld st daug t r J n , n nt arl ,

m r i e to me e o M i o f D o i n 1 6 0 . B a r d Ja s, s c nd arqu s uglas , 7 y ’ e of th e M i C h m e i o n e Lo i e wh o it gu s arqu s s a b rla n , wr , , i s i h ad e e i e o e wh o fo r e e e e sa d , b n a d scard d l v r, and r v ng l ft a ’ ’

i of o o e th e be d she i o e . P e c pa r b ts und r lady s , was d v rc d r y s e io is h e e o o e v rs n r f ll w d . ]

0 WALv w aly up the bank,

w w ow And aly aly d n the brae,

An d w w o n i aly aly by y burn s de, Wh ere I an d my l ove were wont to gae !

n m o aik I lea t y back unt an , I thought it was a trusty tree ;

’ But first it bowed an d syne i t brak

‘ se t i h me . l g t by Sae my true l ove did lichtly me .

O waly waly gin l ove be bon n ie A little time while it is n e w ;

’ w it s it w But hen auld axeth cauld, ’ w And fades awa like the morning de .

O wherefo re sh ould I busk my head ? Or wherefore should I kaim my hair ?

For m u o has me fo o o y tr e l ve rs k, ’ ’ i And says he ll never l o e me ma r. WAL WA L Y L V Y E B E N I E . , , O BO N

’ Now m Arthur s Seat shall be y bed,

’ ‘ The sheets shall ne er be fyl e d I by me ; So iled

’ Saint Anton s Well shall be my drink

Sin ce my true love h as forsaken me .

a i m wi w wi ou w M rt n as nd, hen lt th bla , And shake the green leaves aff the tree ?

0 ea w wi o om gentle d th, hen lt th u c e, For of my life I am weary ?

’ T i s n ot th e f o f fell z “ e e e r st that reezes , s v r ly

’ Nor blawing snaw s inclemency

’ T is n ot sic h m me cauld t at akes cry,

’ m e r own But y lov s heart g cauld to me .

’ we cam i n ow ow When by Glasg t n, We were a comely sight to se e ;

o was in th e My l ve cled black velvet,

’ 3 n m in m i 3 im o n c o h. A d I ysel cra as e . cr s l t

wi fo i But had I st, be re I k st,

o sae ill to wi n That l ve had been , I had l ocked my heart in a case of gowd

’ And pinne d it wi a siller pi n .

oh if m o n w o n And , y y u g babe ere b r ,

’ set o n And up n the urse s knee,

’ And I mysel were dead and gane !

’ For a maid again I se never be . 1 8 S T T I SH A LLAD P E T R 3 CO B O Y .

MA R I E H A M I LTO N .

[T his ballad was be lie ve d by Sco tt to re fe r to an incide nt i n ’ e e M o h o i e K o i n hi s H i stor o th e Qu n ary s c urt , c r n cl d by n x y f ’ n B hi o i i - o m o f h e R ef or mati o . y t s acc unt a wa t ng w an t e qu e n s ’ h m e e i o h to be d o f h i to th e e e own c a b r , b ng br ug t a c ld qu n s ’

o h e m e e i t i h th e he o e . T h e i e o f ap t cary, urd r d , w t fat r s c ns nt cr s n e w- o hi h o e e e e h e e a h e i m e a b rn c ld , w v r , w r ard , and s rc b ng ad , th e o o th e man o m o h o e m e d b dy was f und , and and w an b t c nd n i i o o h ad t o h . T h i e e e e in d e at s nc d nt , Sc tt supp s d , b n alt e re d th e o e o f i io so h th e e o o e e e e i pr c ss trad t n , t at p rs ns c nc rn d w r sa d “ ’ ” t o be M H mi o on e o f th e o e e M ie ary a lt n , f ur Qu n s ar s , and ’ th e e e own o o e - i i h H e n S e Lo qu n s l s l v ng usband , ry t wart , rd

D e . K Sh e h o e e wh o omm i e th e arnl y . C . arp , w v r , c un cat d M i n str el s o to S o i o e e i i i e hi h y c py c tt , d sc v r d a s ngular nc d nt w c i mo e i e to h e o me th e e o f th e s r l k ly av f r d subj ct ballad . ’ Sharpe s acco unt i s suppl eme nte d with lat e r i nfo rmati o n by P o hi i n hi s e e to th e i n his o io r fe sso r C ld pr fac ballad c ll e ct n . F om hi it e h M H mi o me m e of r t s app ars t at ary a lt n , b r a h o f th e h i o i mi e e i n R u i m i of branc st r c fa ly s ttl d ss a , was a a d i h o n o ur to th e Empre ss Cath e rine . Some th ng o f a suspici o n e xist e d th at P e t e r th e G r e at himse lf was n o t i ndiffe re nt to h e r m hi o i l e d to h e r h e im char s , and t s p ss bly s arp r pr and upo n a Em e Whi e sh e e o pe tty o ccasi o n by th e pr ss . l was und r c urt dis e e th e o of hi i o e e i n e e pl asur b dy a c ld was d sc v r d a w ll , wrapp d hi e th e ha i n a court napkin . At t s junctur Czar d o ccasio n to e for on e o f his i e -de - m I O o e i s nd a d s ca p , van rl f, r gard ng a mi i e th e o o ffi e e i e i m ss ng pap r ; and y ung c r, b l v ng an a o ur o f h is o wn i h M H mi o h ad e e i o e e i n his w t ary a lt n b n d sc v r d , ’ co nfusio n l e t so me w o rds e scape h im which roused P e te r s i i o M e i e h th e hi h e susp c ns . ary at first d n d t at c ld was rs , but e e i to th e o e m e o e i o n ot aft rwards , b ng put t rtur , ad a full c nf ss n , o f th e m e o f hi o f o h e two o e - hi h nly o urd r t s , but t r l v c ldre n . S e e i e e o e e O o wh o o i i h e nt r ly x n rat d rl f, was acc rd ngly d sc arg d but sh e was h e rs e lf co nde mn e d to d e ath . T h e Czar himse lfatt e nde d th e e e u io hi h oo e o n M h 1 1 1 M x c t n , w c t k plac arc 4 , 7 9. ary e e o n th e o i e i n hi e i i h i o app ar d scaff ld att r d w t s lk w t black r bb ns , ’ h o i t o o h P e e h e i on h e r e e sh e p ng t uc t r s art ; and , fall ng kn s , i m o e o . T he h o e e e i e the pl r d a pard n Czar , w v r, turn d as d , and Wh th h e m o e e e i h his o e . e e o h ad e ads an pr c d d w t ffic n bl w fall n , P e e i i i i e th e h e th e e ar t r, t s sa d , p ck d up ad by , and kisse d ” “ th e i e m i i i m e Sh e f st ll tr bl ng l ps , a c rcu stanc , says arp , o an

S T T I SH ALL CO B AD POE T R Y .

’ She hadna been about the ki ng s court

mo e A nth but bar ly three,

’ i f i o i mi o T ll rae the k ng s c urt Mar e Ha lt n,

Marie Hamilton durstn a be .

i i s to The k ng the Abbey gane,

’ T o u p the Abbey tree,

’ T o scale 1 the babe frae Marie s heart ;

But the thing it wadna be .

0 sh e has ow it i n o r ed her apr n,

se t it o n se a And the ,

i or wim o i Gae s nk ye, s ye, b nn e babe, ’ m i ’ Ye se ge t nae a r 0 me .

o is to i W rd the k tchen gane,

’ wo is to And rd the ha ,

wo i s to o e oom And rd the n bl r ,

’ mo i A ng the lad es a ,

’ i mi o o to That Mar e Ha lt n s br ught bed, i ’ mi w ’ And the bonn e babe s ssed and a a .

sh e i n ow in Scarcely had la d n aga , f ’ And scarcely a en asleep,

e our u When up there start d g de queen, Just at her bed-feet “ ’ i r i mi on w o ? Say ng, Ma e Ha lt , here s y ur babe

’ z ” For I m sure I heard it greet .

0 no 0 n o m o ! , , y n ble queen Thi nk n o such thi ng to be ;

’ w i i o m i T as but a st tch nt y s de, m And sair it troubles e . rl/AR I E H AM I L T O 1V.

e t i mi o Get up, g up, Mar e Ha lt n Get up and follow me ;

For am oi to E i ow I g ng d nburgh t n, ” i w i for o s A r ch edd ng t e e .

0 o w ow i she sl ly, sl ly ra se up, And slowly put sh e on And slowly ro de sh e o ut the way W ’ i mo ny a weary groan .

e e was l in e The qu n c ad scarl t, Her merry maids all in green ;

’ ow cam to And every t n that they ,

i f r They too k Mar e o the queen .

i oo ‘ oo m R de h ly , h ly, gentle en, W ow,“

’ Ride h ooly n ow wi me !

F r w i 2 z o am l ad . never, I sure, a ear er burd y ” Rade in your company .

i wi ie mi o But l ttle st Mar Ha lt n ,

sh e o n ow When rade the br n ,

’ sh e was to E i ow That ga en d nburgh t n,

’ And a to be put down .

w so e wi Why eep ye , ye burg ss ves, Why l oo k ye so o n me ?

am oi to E i ow O , I g ng d nburgh t n, ” A rich wedding for to see .

' sh e ae d o boo i When g up the t l th sta rs, The co rks frae her hee ls did flee ; v 22 S T T I SH ALLAD E T R 3 CO B PO Y.

’ ’ o r sh e cam ow i And lang e er d n aga n ,

was o m to She c nde ned dee.

’ sh e cam to Ne th e rbow o When the p rt, She laughed l oud laughters three ;

’ w n sh e cam to ow foo But he the gall s t,

’ i e e The tears bl nded her .

the fo i Yestreen queen had ur Mar es,

’ ’ The n ight she ll ha e but three ;

e was ie e o i Th re Mar S at n , and Mar e Beaton i mi m And Mar e Car chael , and e .

of v e m O, ten ha e I dress d y queen, And put gold upon her hair ;

’ But n ow I ve gotten fo r my reward

The gallows to be my share .

e m Ofte n hav I dressed y queen , And o ften made her bed ;

’ But n ow I ve gotte n for my reward

The gallows tree to tread .

e m i I charge y all , ye ar ners,

i o we fae m When ye sa l r the ,

i e m f n or mo e t wit Let ne th r y ather ther g ,

’ But that I m coming hame .

e m i I charg ye all, ye ar ners,

i o se a That sa l up n the ,

i e m f n or mo e t wit Let ne th r y ather ther g ,

’ ’ o e This dog s death I m t de .