Thus ends the talking of the monk And Robin Hood i-wis; God, that is ever a crowned king, Bring us all to his bliss. (_grith_, protection.) THE BONNY HOUSE O' AIRLY |It fell on a day, and a bonny summer day, When the corn grew green and yellow, That there fell out a great dispute, Between Argyle and Airly. The Duke o' Montrose has written to Argyle To come in the morning early, An' lead in his men, by the back o' Dunkeld, To plunder the bonny house o' Airly. The lady look'd o er her window sae high, And O but she looked weary! And there she espied the great Argyle Come to plunder the bonny house o' Airly. "Come down, come down, Lady Margaret," he says, "Come down, and kiss me fairly, Or before the morning clear daylight, I'll no leave a standing stane in Airly. "I wadna kiss thee, great Argyle, I wadna kiss thee fairly, I wadna kiss thee, great Argyle, Gin you shouldna leave a standing stane in Airly. He has ta en her by the middle sae sma', Says, "Lady, where is your drury?" "It's up and down by the bonny burn side, Amang the planting o' Airly." They sought it up, they sought it down, They sought it late and early, And found it in the bonny balm-tree, That shines on the bowling-green o' Airly. He has ta'en her by the left shoulder, And O but she grat sairly, And led her down to yon green bank, Till they plundered the bonny house o' Airly. "But gin my good lord had been at hame, As this night he is wi' Charlie, There durst na a Campbell in a' the west Hae plundered the bonny house o' Airly. "O it's I hae seven braw sons," she says, "And the youngest ne'er saw his daddy, And altho' I had as mony mae, I wad gie them a' to Charlie." (_drury_, dowry. _grat_,wept.) BONNY JAMES CAMPBELL |O its up in the Hielands, And along the sweet Tay, Did bonny James Campbell Ride mony a day. Saddled and bridled And bonny rode he; Hame came horse, hame came saddle, But ne'er hame came he! And doun came his sweet sisters Greeting sae sair, And doun came his bonny wife, Tearing her hair. "My house is unbigged, My bairn's unborn, My corn's unshorn; My meadow grows green." (_unbigged,_ unbuilt.) Hind Horn [Illustration: 9166] In Scotland there was a baby born, _Lill lal, &c._ And his name it was called Young Hind Horn, _With a fal led, &c._ He sent a letter to our King, That he was in love with his dochter Jean. Hes gien to her a silver wand, With seven living laverocks sitting thereon. She's gien to him a diamond ring, With seven bright diamonds set therein. When this ring grows pale and wan, You may know by it my love is gane. One day as he looked his ring upon, He saw the diamonds pale and wan. (_laverocks_, larks.) He left the sea, and came to land,