Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 1 (of 4)
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Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 1 (of 4)
Ballads, English -- England -- Texts
It is a leal maiden that lies by thee,
But not the maiden that it should be."--
O wrathfully he left the bed,
Aud wrathfully his claes on did;
And he has ta'en him through the ha',
And on his mother he did ca'.
"I am the most unhappy man,
That ever was in Christian land!
I courted a maiden, meek and mild,
And I hae gotten naething but a woman wi' child."--
"O stay, my son, into this ha',
And sport ye wi* your merrymen a';
And I will to the secret bower,
To see how it fares wi' your paramour."--
The carline she was stark and sture,
She aff the hinges dang the dure;
"O is your bairn to laird or loon,
Or is it to your father's groom?"--
"O hear me, mother, on my knee,
Till my sad story I tell to thee:
O we were sisters, sisters seven,
We were the fairest under heaven.
"It fell on a summer's afternoon,
When a' our toilsome task was done,
We cast the kevils us amang,
To see which should to the green-wood gang.
"Ohon! alas, for I was youngest,
And aye my weird it was the hardest!
The kevil it on me did fa',
Whilk was the cause of a' my woe.
(_carline_, old woman. _stark_, strong, _sture_, big.
_dang_, struck, _dure_, door. _kevils_, lots. _weird_, destiny.)
"For to the green-wood I maun gae,
To pu' the red rose and the slae;
To pu' the red rose and the thyme,
To deck my mother's bower and mine.
"I hadna pu'd a flower but ane,
When by there came a gallant hend,
Wi* high-coll'd hose and laigh-coll'd shoon,
And he seem'd to be some king's son.
"And be I a maid, or be I nae,
He kept me there till the close o' day;
And be I a maid, or be I nane,
He kept me there till the day was done.
"He gae me a lock o' his yellow hair,
And bade me keep it ever mair;
He gae me a carknet o' bonny beads,
And bade me keep it against my needs.
"He gae to me a gay gold ring,
And bade me keep it abune a' thing."--
"What did ye wi' the tokens rare,
That ye gat frae that gallant there?"--
"O bring that coffer unto me,
And a' the tokens ye sall see."--
"Now stay, daughter, your bower within,
While I gae parley wi' my son."--
(_slae_, sloe. _hend_, handsome, _coll'd_, cut. _laigh_, low. _carknet_, necklace.)
O she has ta'en her thro' the ha,
And on her son began to ca;
"What did ye wi' the bonny beads
I bade you keep against your needs?
"What did you wi' the gay gold ring
I bade you keep abune a' thing?"--
"I gae them to a lady gay,
I met on green-wood on a day.
"But I wad gie a' my halls and towers,
I had that lady within my bowers;
But I wad gie my very life,
I had that lady to my wife."--
"Now keep, my son, your halls and towers,
Ye have the bright burd in your bowers;
And keep, my son, your very life,
Ye have that lady to your wife."--
Now, or a month was come and gane,
The lady bare a bonny son;
And 'twas weel written on his breast-bane,
"Cospatrick is my fathers name."
"O row my lady in satin and silk,
And wash my son in the morning milk."
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