Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 2 (of 4) — John Shaqi
Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 2 (of 4)
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Popular British Ballads, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 2 (of 4)
Ballads, English -- England -- Texts
Maun gang like maiden fair;
She maun lace on her robe sae jimp,
And braid her yellow hair."--
"But how can I gang maiden-like,
When maiden I am nane?
Have I not born seven sons to thee,
And am with child again?"--
She's ta'en her young son in her arms,
Another in her hand;
And she's up to the highest tower,
To see him come to land.
"Come up, come up, my eldest son,
And look o'er yon sea-strand,
And see your father's new-come bride,
Before she come to land."--
"Come down, come down, my mother dear,
Come frae the castle wa'!
I fear, if langer ye stand there,
Ye'll let yoursel' down fa."--
(_jimp_, slim.)
And she gaed down, and farther down,
Her love's ship for to see;
And the topmast and the mainmast
Shone like the silver free.
And she's gane down, and farther down,
The bride's ship to behold;
And the topmast and the mainmast
They shone just like the gold.
She's ta'en her seven sons in her hand;
I wot she didna fail!
She met Lord Thomas and his bride,
As they came o'er the dale.
"You re welcome to your house, Lord Thomas,
You're welcome to your land;
You're welcome with your fair lady,
That you lead by the hand.
"You're welcome to your ha's, lady,
You're welcome to your bowers;
You're welcome to your hame, lady,
For a' that's here is yours."--
"I thank thee, Annie; I thank thee, Annie;
Sae dearly as I thank thee;
You're the likest to my sister Annie,
That ever I did see.
(_free,_ precious.)
"There came a knight out o er the sea,
And steal'd my sister away;
The shame scoup in his company,
And land where er he gae!"--
She hang ae napkin at the door,
Another in the ha';
And a' to wipe the trickling tears,
Sae fast as they did fa'.
And aye she served the lang tables
With white bread and with wine;
And aye she drank the wan water,
To had her colour fine.
And aye she served the lang tables,
With white bread and with brown;
And ay she turned her round about,
Sae fast the tears fell down.
And hes ta en down the silk napkin,
Hung on a silver pin;
And aye he wipes the tear trickling
Adown her cheek and chin.
And aye he turn'd him round about,
And smiled amang his men,
Says--"Like ye best the old lady,
Or her that's new come hame?"--
(_scaup_, go. _had_, hold, keep.)
When bells were rung, and mass was sung,
And a' men bound to bed,
Lord Thomas and his new-come bride,
To their chamber they were gaed.
Annie made her bed a little for bye,
To hear what they might say;
"And ever alas!" fair Annie cried,
"That I should see this day!
"Gin my seven sons were seven young rats,
Running on the castle wa',
And I were a grey cat mysel',
I soon would worry them a'.
"Gin my seven sons were seven young hares,
Running o er yon lily lea,
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