Ballads, English -- England -- Texts; Ballads, Scots -- Scotland -- Texts
Out came proud Lady Metelild,
In menevair sae free;
She welcom'd him, Child Dyring,
And his young bride him wi'. 100
_His leave, &c._
Now joys attend Child Dyring,
Sae leal but and sae bold;
He's ta'en her to his ain castell,
His bride-ale there to hold.
_His leave the page takes to-day frae his master._
BARBARA LIVINGSTON. See p. 38.
Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, p. 304, from recitation.
Four-and-twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the ba',
And out cam Barbara Livingston,
The flower amang them a'.
Out cam Barbara Livingston, 5
The flower amang them a';--
The lusty Laird of Linlyon[L7]
Has stoun her clean awa'.
"The hielands is no for me, kind sir,
The hielands is no for me; 10
But if you would my favour win,
Ye 'll tak me to Dundee."
"The hielands 'll be for thee, my dear,
The hielands will be for thee;
To the lusty Laird o' Linlyon 15
A-married ye shall be."
When they cam to Linlyon's yetts,
And lichtit on the green,
Every ane spak Earse to her,--
The tears cam trickling down. 20
When they went to bed at nicht,
To Linlyon she did say,
"Och and alace! a weary nicht,
Oh! but it's lang till day."
"Your father's steed 's in my stable, 25
He 's eating corn and hay,
And you 're lying in my twa arms;
What need you lang for day?"
"If I had paper, pen, and ink,
And candle for to see, 30
I would write a lang letter
To my love in Dundee."
They brocht her paper, pen, and ink,
And candle for to see,
And she did write a lang letter 35
To her love in Dundee.
When he cam to Linlyon's yetts,
And lichtit on the green;
But lang or he wan up the stair
His love was dead and gane. 40
Woe be to thee, Linlyon,
An ill death may thou die!
Thou might hae ta'en anither woman,
And let my lady be.
7. Mr. Jamieson has "Glenlyon," which is probably the right name. M.
LANG JOHNNY MOIR. See p. 50.
From Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, i. 248.
There lives a man in Rynie's land,
Anither in Auchindore;
The bravest lad amo' them a',
Was lang Johnny Moir.
Young Johnny was an airy blade, 5
Fu' sturdy, stout, and strang;
The sword that hang by Johnny's side,
Was just full ten feet lang.
Young Johnny was a clever youth,
Fu' sturdy, stout, and wight; 10
Just full three yards around the waist,
And fourteen feet in hight.
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