10. They hae ta’en Young Waters, And put fetters to his feet; They hae ta’en Young Waters, and Thrown him in dungeon deep. 11. ‘Aft have I ridden thro’ Stirling town, In the wind bot and the weit; Bot I neir rade thro’ Stirling town Wi’ fetters at my feet. 12. ‘Aft have I ridden thro’ Stirling town, In the wind bot and the rain; Bot I neir rade thro’ Stirling town Neir to return again.’ 13. They hae ta’en to the heiding-hill His young son in his craddle, And they hae ta’en to the heiding-hill His horse bot and his saddle. 14. They hae ta’en to heiding-hill His lady fair to see, And for the words the queen had spoke Young Waters he did die. [Annotations: 1.2: ‘round tables,’ an unknown game. 4.1: ‘graith’d,’ harnessed, usually; here perhaps shod. 6.1: ‘laird,’ a landholder, below the degree of knight.--+Jamieson+. 13.1: ‘heiding-hill’: _i.e._ heading (beheading) hill. The place of execution was anciently an artificial hillock.--+Percy+.] BARBARA ALLAN +The Text+ is from Allan Ramsay’s _Tea-Table Miscellany_ (1763). It was not included in the first edition (1724-1727), nor until the ninth edition in 1740, when to the original three volumes there was added a fourth, in which this ballad appeared. There is also a Scotch version, _Sir John Grehme and Barbara Allan_. Percy printed both in the _Reliques_, vol. iii. +The Story+ of Barbara Allan’s scorn of her lover and subsequent regret has always been popular. Pepys records of Mrs. Knipp, ‘In perfect pleasure I was to hear her sing, and especially her little Scotch song of Barbary Allen’ (January 2, 1665-6). Goldsmith’s words are equally well known: ‘The music of the finest singer is dissonance to what I felt when an old dairymaid sung me into tears with _Johnny Armstrong’s Last Goodnight_, or _The Cruelty of Barbara Allen_.’ The tune is excessively popular: it is given in Chappell’s _English Song and Ballad Music_. BARBARA ALLAN 1. It was in and about the Martinmas time, When the green leaves were afalling, That Sir John Græme, in the West Country, Fell in love with Barbara Allan. 2. He sent his men down through the town, To the place where she was dwelling; ‘O haste and come to my master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan.’ 3. O hooly, hooly rose she up, To the place where he was lying, And when she drew the curtain by, ‘Young man, I think you’re dying.’ 4. ‘O it’s I am sick, and very, very sick, And ’t is a’ for Barbara Allan.’ ‘O the better for me ye ’s never be, Tho’ your heart’s blood were aspilling.’ 5. ‘O dinna ye mind, young man,’ said she, ‘When ye was in the tavern a drinking, That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slighted Barbara Allan?’ 6. He turn’d his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing; ‘Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan.’