The English and Scottish popular ballads, volume 2 (of 5)

Ballads, English -- England -- Texts; Ballads, Scots -- Scotland -- Texts

19
    Gil Viett took a long brand,
      An stroakd it on a stro,
    An through and thro his own bodie
      He made it come and go.

    20
    There was nae mean made for that godd lords,
      In bowr whar they lay slain,
    But a' was for that lady,
      In bowr whar she gaed brain.

    21
    There was nae mean made for that lady,
      In bowr whar she lay dead,
    But a' was for the bonnie babe
      That lay blabbering in her bleed.


C

        Herd's MSS, I, 169, II, 84. Jamieson's Popular Ballads,
        II, 265.

    1
    Lady Maisdry was a lady fair,
      She maid her mither's bed;
    Auld Ingram was an aged knight,
      And hee sought her to wed.

    2
    ''Tis I forbid ye, Auld Ingram,
      For to seek me to spouse;
    For Lord Wayets, your sister's son,
      Has been into my bowrs.

    3
    ''T is I forbid ye, Auld Ingram,
      For to seek me to wed;
    For Lord Wayets, your sister's son,
      Has been into my bed.'

    4
    'T is he has bought to this lady
      The robes of the brown;
    'And ever alas,' says this lady,
      'The robs will pit mee down!'

    5
    And he has bought to this lady
      The robs of the red;
    'And ever alas,' says this lady,
      'The robs will be my dead!'

    6
    And he has bought to this lady
      The chrystal and the lammer,
    Sae has hee bought to her mither
      The curches of the cammer.

    7
    Every ane o her se'n brethren
      They had a hawk in hand,
    And every lady i the place
      They got a goud garland.

    8
    Every cuk in that kitchen
      They gat a noble claith;
    A' was blyth at Auld Ingram's cuming,
      But Lady Maisdrey was wraith.

    9
    'Whare will I get a bonny boy,
      Wad fain wun hos and shoon,
    That wud rin on to my Wayets,
      And quickly cume again?'

    10
    'Here am I, a bonny boy,
      Wad fain wun hoes and shoon,
    Wha wull rin on to your Wayets,
      And quickly cume again.'

    11
    'Ye'l bid him, and ye'l pray him baith,
      Gif ony prayer can dee,
    To Mary Kirk to cume the morn,
      My weary wadding to see.'

    12
    Lord Wayets lay our his castle wa,
      Beheld baith dale and down,
    And he beheld a bonny boy
      Cume rinnen to the town.

    13
    'What news, what news, ye bonny boy?
      What news ye hae to mee?
        .    .    .    .    .    .    .
          .    .    .    .    .    .    .

    14
    'O is my ladie's fauldis brunt?
      Or is her towrs wun?
    Or is my Maisdrey lighter yet
      A dear dochter or sun?'

    15
    'Your ladie's faulds they are not brunt,
      Nor yet are her towrs wun,
    Neither is Maisdrey lighter yet
      A dear dochter or sun.

    16
    'But she bids ye and she prays ye baith,
      Gif ony prayer can dee,
    To Mary Kirk to cume the morn,
      Her weary wadding to see.'

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The English and Scottish popular ballads, volume 2 (of 5)

Ballads, English -- England -- Texts; Ballads, Scots -- Scotland -- Texts

19
    Gil Viett took a long brand,
      An stroakd it on a stro,
    An through and thro his own bodie
      He made it come and go.

    20
    There was nae mean made for that godd lords,
      In bowr whar they lay slain,
    But a' was for that lady,
      In bowr whar she gaed brain.

    21
    There was nae mean made for that lady,
      In bowr whar she lay dead,
    But a' was for the bonnie babe
      That lay blabbering in her bleed.


C

        Herd's MSS, I, 169, II, 84. Jamieson's Popular Ballads,
        II, 265.

    1
    Lady Maisdry was a lady fair,
      She maid her mither's bed;
    Auld Ingram was an aged knight,
      And hee sought her to wed.

    2
    ''Tis I forbid ye, Auld Ingram,
      For to seek me to spouse;
    For Lord Wayets, your sister's son,
      Has been into my bowrs.

    3
    ''T is I forbid ye, Auld Ingram,
      For to seek me to wed;
    For Lord Wayets, your sister's son,
      Has been into my bed.'

    4
    'T is he has bought to this lady
      The robes of the brown;
    'And ever alas,' says this lady,
      'The robs will pit mee down!'

    5
    And he has bought to this lady
      The robs of the red;
    'And ever alas,' says this lady,
      'The robs will be my dead!'

    6
    And he has bought to this lady
      The chrystal and the lammer,
    Sae has hee bought to her mither
      The curches of the cammer.

    7
    Every ane o her se'n brethren
      They had a hawk in hand,
    And every lady i the place
      They got a goud garland.

    8
    Every cuk in that kitchen
      They gat a noble claith;
    A' was blyth at Auld Ingram's cuming,
      But Lady Maisdrey was wraith.

    9
    'Whare will I get a bonny boy,
      Wad fain wun hos and shoon,
    That wud rin on to my Wayets,
      And quickly cume again?'

    10
    'Here am I, a bonny boy,
      Wad fain wun hoes and shoon,
    Wha wull rin on to your Wayets,
      And quickly cume again.'

    11
    'Ye'l bid him, and ye'l pray him baith,
      Gif ony prayer can dee,
    To Mary Kirk to cume the morn,
      My weary wadding to see.'

    12
    Lord Wayets lay our his castle wa,
      Beheld baith dale and down,
    And he beheld a bonny boy
      Cume rinnen to the town.

    13
    'What news, what news, ye bonny boy?
      What news ye hae to mee?
        .    .    .    .    .    .    .
          .    .    .    .    .    .    .

    14
    'O is my ladie's fauldis brunt?
      Or is her towrs wun?
    Or is my Maisdrey lighter yet
      A dear dochter or sun?'

    15
    'Your ladie's faulds they are not brunt,
      Nor yet are her towrs wun,
    Neither is Maisdrey lighter yet
      A dear dochter or sun.

    16
    'But she bids ye and she prays ye baith,
      Gif ony prayer can dee,
    To Mary Kirk to cume the morn,
      Her weary wadding to see.'

Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.

The English and Scottish popular ballads, volume 2 (of 5)

The English and Scottish popular ballads, volume 2 (of 5)

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