O where have you been? They have slain the Earl of Murray, And they laid him on the green. "Now wae be to thee, Huntly! And wherefore did you 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; And 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 glove; And the bonny Earl of Murray, O he was the Queen's love. O lang will his lady Look o'er the castle Down, Ere she see the Earl of Murray Come sounding thro' the town. [Illustration: 0116] GLASGERION |Glasgerion was a king's own son, And a harper he was good; He harped in the king's chamber, Where cup and candle stood, And so did he in the queens chamber, Till ladies waxed wood, And then bespake the king's daughter, And these words thus said she. Said "strike on, strike on, Glasgerion, Of thy striking do not blin; There's never a stroke comes over thine harp, But it glads my heart within." "Fair might you fall, lady," quoth he, "Who taught you now to speak? I have loved you, lady, seven year; My heart I durst ne'er break." "But come to my bower, my Glasgerion, When all men are at rest; As I am a lady true of my promise, Thou shalt be a welcome guest." But home then came Glasgerion, A glad man, Lord, was he: And, "come thou hither, Jack, my boy, Come hither unto me. "For the king's daughter of Normandy Her love is granted me; And before the cock have crowen At her chamber must I be." (_blin_, stop.) "But come you hither, master," quoth he, "Lay your head down on this stone; For I will waken you, master dear, Afore it be time to gone." But up then rose that lither lad, And did on hose and shoon; A collar he cast upon his neck, He seemed a gentleman. And when he came to that lady's chamber, He tirled upon a pin: The lady was true of her promise, Rose up and let him in. He did not take the lady gay, To bolster nor to bed: But down upon her chamber floor, Full soon he hath her laid. He did not kiss that lady gay When he came nor when he youd: And sore mistrusted that lady gay, He was of some churlès blood. But home then came that lither lad, And did off his hose and shoon; And cast that collar from about his neck: He was but a churlès son. "Awaken," quoth he, "my master dear, I hold it time to be gone. (_lither_, naughty. _youd_, went (?)) "For I have saddled your horse, master, Well bridled I have your steed, Have I not served a good breakfast, When time comes I have need." But up then rose good Glasgerion, And did on hose and shoon, And cast a collar about his neck: