His lady lay ower castle wa', Beholding dale and down, 100 When Blenchant brave, his gallant steed, Came prancing to the town. "O where is now my ain gude lord, He stays sae far frae me?" "O dinna ye see your ain gude lord, 105 Stand bleeding by your knee?" "O live, O live, Lord Livingston, The space o' ae half hour; There's nae a leech in Edinbro' town But I'll bring to your door." 110 "Awa' wi' your leeches, lady," he said, "Of them I'll be the waur; There's nae a leech in Edinbro' town, That can strong death debar. "Ye'll take the lands o' Livingston, 115 And deal them liberallie; To the auld that may not, the young that cannot, And blind that does na see; And help young maidens' marriages, That has nae gear to gie." 120 "My mother got it in a book, The first night I was born, I wou'd be wedded till a knight, And him slain on the morn. "But I will do for my love's sake 125 What ladies woudna thole; Ere seven years shall hae an end, Nae shoe's gang on my sole. "There's never lint gang on my head, Nor kame gang in my hair, 130 Nor ever coal nor candle light, Shine in my bower mair." When seven years were near an end, The lady she thought lang; And wi' a crack her heart did brake, 135 And sae this ends my sang. CLERK TAMAS. Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, i. 43. Clerk Tamas lov'd her, fair Annie, As well as Mary lov'd her son; But now he hates her, fair Annie, And hates the lands that she lives in. "Ohon, alas!" said fair Annie, 5 "Alas! this day I fear I'll die; But I will on to sweet Tamas, And see gin he will pity me." As Tamas lay ower his shott-window, Just as the sun was gaen down, 10 There he beheld her, fair Annie, As she came walking to the town. "O where are a' my well-wight men, I wat that I pay meat and fee, For to lat a' my hounds gang loose, 15 To hunt this vile whore to the sea!" The hounds they knew the lady well, And nane o' them they wou'd her bite; Save ane that is ca'd Gaudy-where, I wat he did the lady smite. 20 "O wae mat worth ye, Gaudy-where, An ill reward this is to me; For ae bit that I gae the lave, I'm very sure I've gi'en you three. "For me, alas! there's nae remeid, 25 Here comes the day that I maun die; I ken ye lov'd your master well, And sae, alas for me, did I!"