Therefore in railing sort, She thrust him out of door; 150 Which is the just reward of those, Who spend upon a whore. "O do me not disgrace In this my need," quoth he: She called him thief and murderer, 155 With all the spight might be. To the constable she sent, To have him apprehended; And shewed how far, in each degree, He had the laws offended. 160 When Barnwell saw her drift, To sea he got straightway; Where fear and sting of conscience Continually on him lay. Unto the lord mayor then, 165 He did a letter write, In which his own and Sarah's fault He did at large recite. Whereby she seized was, And then to Ludlow sent, 170 Where she was judg'd, condemn'd, and hang'd, For murder incontinent. There dyed this gallant quean, Such was her greatest gains; For murder in Polonia, 175 Was Barnwell hang'd in chains. Lo! here's the end of youth That after harlots haunt, Who in the spoil of other men About the streets do flaunt. 180 120. i.e. for stopping and apprehending him at his father's. P. THE DUKE OF ATHOL'S NURSE. From Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 23. Annexed is a less perfect copy from Kinloch's collection. A fragment of this piece is printed in Cromek's _Select Scottish Songs by R. Burns_, (ii. 196,) with some stanzas of _Willy's drowned in Yarrow_, (vol. ii. p. 181, of this collection.) Mr. Aytoun has made up a very good ballad from several copies; _Ballads of Scotland_, 2, 236. As I gaed in yon greenwood side, I heard a fair maid singing; Her voice was sweet, she sang sae complete, That all the woods were ringing. "O I'm the Duke o' Athole's nurse, 5 My post is well becoming; But I wou'd gie a' my half-year's fee, For ae sight o' my leman." "Ye say, ye're the Duke o' Athole's nurse, Your post is well becoming; 10 Keep well, keep well your half-year's fee, Ye'se hae twa sights o' your leman." He lean'd him ower his saddle bow, And cannilie kiss'd his dearie; "Ohon, and alake! anither has my heart, 15 And I darena mair come near thee!" "Ohon, and alake! if anither hae your heart, These words hae fairly undone me; But let us set a time, tryst to meet again, Then in gude friends you will twine me!" 20 "Ye will do you down to yon tavern house, And drink till the day be dawing; And, as sure as I ance had a love for you, I'll come there and clear your lawing.