O MY deir hert, young Jesus sweit, Prepare thy creddil in my spreit, And I sall rock thee in my hert And never mair from thee depart. But I sall praise thee evermoir With sangis sweit unto thy gloir; The knees of my hert sall I bow, And sing that richt Balulalow! Ballads and Songs By Unknown Authors. 17th Cent. 385. The Call MY blood so red For thee was shed, Come home again, come home again; My own sweet heart, come home again! You've gone astray Out of your way, Come home again, come home again! Ballads and Songs By Unknown Authors. 17th Cent. 386. The Bonny Earl of Murray YE Highlands and ye Lawlands, O where hae ye been? They hae slain the Earl of Murray, And hae laid him on the green. Now wae be to thee, Huntley! And whairfore did ye sae! I bade you bring him wi' you, But forbade you him to slay. He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring; Ana the bonny Earl of Murray, O he might hae been a king! He was a braw gallant, And he play'd at the ba'; And the bonny Earl of Murray Was the flower amang them a'! He was a braw gallant, And he play'd at the gluve; And the bonny Earl of Murray, O he was the Queen's luve! O lang will his Lady Look owre the Castle Downe, Ere she see the Earl of Murray Come sounding through the town! Ballads and Songs By Unknown Authors. 17th Cent. 387. Helen of Kirconnell I WISH I were where Helen lies, Night and day on me she cries; O that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirconnell lea! Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me! O think na ye my heart was sair, When my Love dropp'd and spak nae mair! There did she swoon wi' meikle care, On fair Kirconnell lea. As I went down the water side, None but my foe to be my guide, None but my foe to be my guide, On fair Kirconnell lea; I lighted down my sword to draw, I hacked him in pieces sma', I hacked him in pieces sma', For her sake that died for me. O Helen fair, beyond compare! I'll mak a garland o' thy hair, Shall bind my heart for evermair, Until the day I die! O that I were where Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says, 'Haste, and come to me!' O Helen fair! O Helen chaste! If I were with thee, I'd be blest, Where thou lies low and taks thy rest, On fair Kirconnell lea. I wish my grave were growing green, A winding-sheet drawn owre my e'en, And I in Helen's arms lying, On fair Kirconnell lea. I wish I were where Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries; And I am weary of the skies, For her sake that died for me. Ballads and Songs By Unknown Authors. 17th Cent. 388. Waly, Waly O WALY, waly, up the bank, And waly, waly, doun the brae, And waly, waly, yon burn-side, Where I and my Love wont to gae! I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree; But first it bow'd and syne it brak-- Sae my true love did lichtlie me.