"Stand off, stand off, you braw bridegroom, Stand off a little wee; Stand off, stand off, you braw bridegroom, For the bride shall join wi' me." Up and spak the bride's father, 65 And an angry man was he,-- "If I had pistol, powther and lead, And all at my command, It's I would shoot thee stiff and dead, In the place where thou dost stand." 70 Up and spoke then sweet William, And a blithe blink from his e'e: "If ye ne'er be shot till I shoot you, Ye'se ne'er be shot for me. "Come out, come out, my foremost man, 75 And lift my lady on; Commend me all to my goodmother, At night when you gang home." YOUNG CHILD DYRING. See p. 29. Translated from the _Kj[oe]mpeviser_, in _Illustrations of Northern Antiquities_, p. 335. It was the young Child Dyring, Wi' his mither rede did he: "I will me out ride Sir Magnus's bride to see." _His leave the page takes to-day from his master._ "Will thou thee out ride, 5 Sir Magnus's bride to see? Sae beg I thee by Almighty God Thou speed thee home to me." _His leave, &c._ Syne answer'd young Child Dyr[e']; He rode the bride to meet; 10 The silk but and the black sendell Hang down to his horse feet. _His leave, &c._ All rode they there, the bride-folk, On row sae fair to see, Excepting Sir Svend Dyr[e'], 15 And far about rode he. _His leave, &c._ It was the young Child Dyr[e'] rode Alone along the strand; The bridle was of the red gold That glitter'd in his hand. 20 _His leave, &c._ 'Twas then proud Lady Ellensborg, And under weed smil'd she; "And who is he, that noble child That rides sae bold and free?" _His leave, &c._ Syne up and spak the maiden fair 25 Was next unto the bride; "It is the young Child Dyr[e'] That stately steed does ride." _His leave, &c._ "And is't the young Child Dyr[e'] That rides sae bold and free? 30 God wot, he's dearer that rides that steed Nor a' the lave to me!" _His leave, &c._ All rode they there, the bridal train, Each rode his steed to stall; All but Child Dyr[e'], that look'd whare he 35 Should find his seat in the hall. _His leave, &c._ "Sit whare ye list, my lordings; For me, whate'er betide, Here I shall sickerly sit the day, To hald the sun frae the bride." 40 _His leave, &c._