"But an' she was ador'd for as much gold, As Peggy's for beauty, O, She might walk to the yetts o' Drum, Amang geed company, O." There war four and twenty gentlemen Stood at the yetts o' Drum, O; There was na ane amang them a' That welcom'd his lady in, O. He has tane her by the milk-white hand, And led her in himsel', O, And in thro' ha's, and in thro' bowers,-- "And ye're welcome, Lady o' Drum, O." Thrice he kissed her cherry cheek, And thrice her cherry chin, O; And twenty times her comely mou',-- "And ye're welcome, Lady o' Drum, O. "Ye sall be cook in my kitchen, Butler in my ha', O; Ye sall be lady in my command, Whan I ride far awa, O."-- (_bree_, brow.) "But I told ye afore we war wed, I was ower low for thee, O; But now we are wed, and in ae bed laid, And ye maun be content wi' me, O. "For an' I war dead, and ye war dead, And baith in ae grave laid, O, And ye and I war tane up again, Wha could distan your moulds frae mine, O?" THE DEATH OF QUEEN JANE |Queen Jane, O! Queen Jane, O! What a lady was she; And she was in labour Six weeks and a' day: Queen Jane was in labour For six weeks or more, Till the women grew weary And fain would give oer. "O women, O women, Good wives if ye be, Go send for King Henry, And bring him to me!" (_distan_, distinguish.) King Henry was sent for, And to her he came. "Dear lady! fair lady! Your eyes they look dim." King Henry came to her, He came in all speed, In a gown of red velvet From heel to the head; "King Henry, King Henry, If kind you will be, Send for a good doctor, And let him come unto me!" The doctor was sent for, He came with all speed, In a gown of black velvet From heel to the head; The doctor was sent for, And to her he came. "Dear lady! dear lady! Your labour's in vain." "Dear doctor! dear doctor! Will you do this for me; O open up my right side, And save my baby." Then out spake King Henry, "That never can be; I'd rather lose the branch than The top of the tree." The doctor gave a rich caudle, The death-sleep slept she, Then her right side was opened, And the babe set free. The babe it was christened, And put out and nursed, But the royal Queen Jane She lay cold in the dust. THE GARDENER [Illustration: 0192] |The gardener stands in his bower door, Wi' a primrose in his hand; And by there came a leal maiden, As jimp as a willow wand; And by there came a leal maiden, As jimp as a willow wand. "O lady can you fancy me, For to be my bride; Yese get a the flowers in my garden, To be to you a weed. "The lily white sail be your smock, Becomes your body neat; Your head sail be decked wi' gilly-flower, And the primrose in your breast.