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

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

28
    And he has taen him Gib, his man,
      And he has hangd him hie,
    And he's hangit him oer his ain yate,
      As high as high could be.

    29
    There was nae pity for that lady,
      For she lay cald and dead,
    But a' was for him, Glenkindie,
      In bower he must go mad.


C

        Kinloch's MSS, III, 139, in the handwriting of John Hill
        Burton.

    1
    Glenkinnie was as good a harper
      As ever harpet tone;
    He harpet fish out o the sea-flood,
      And water out of a dry loan,
    And milk out o the maiden's breast
      That bairn had never neen.

    2
    He harpit i the king's palace,
      He harpit them a' asleep,
    Unless it were Burd Bell alone,
      And she stud on her feet.

    3
    'Ye will do ye home, Glenkinnie,
      And ye will take a sleep,
    And ye will come to my bower-door
      Before the cock's crowing.'

    4
    He's taen out his milk-white steed,
      And fast away rode he,
    Till he came to his ain castle,
      Where gold glanced never so hie.

    5
    'Might I tell ye, Jeck, my man,
      Gin I had slain a man?'
    'Deed might [ye], my good master,
      Altho ye had slain ten.'

    6
    'I've faun in love wi a gay ladie,
      She's daughter to the Queen,
    And I maun be at her bower-door
      Before the cock's crowing.'

    7
    He's taen out his master's steed,
      And fast awa rode he,
    Until he cam to Burd Bell's door,
      Where gold glanced never so hie.

    8
    When he came to Burd Bell's door,
      He tirled at the pin,
    And up she rose, away she goes,
      To let Glenkinnie in.

    9
        .    .    .    .    .    .    .
          .    .    .    .    .    .    .
        .    .    .    .    .    .    .
      That I combed out yestreen.

      *    *    *    *    *    *    *

    10
    She looked out at a shot-window,
      Atween her and the meen:
    'There is twa lovers beguiled the night,
      And I fear I am ane.

    11
    'Ye shall na hae to say, Glenkindie,
      When you sit at the wine,
    That once you loved a queen's daughter,
      And she was your footman's quean.'

      *    *    *    *    *    *    *

       *       *       *       *       *

#A.#

        1^4. cappe... yoode.

        _1^{5, 6}, 2^{1, 2} make a stanza in the MS._

        3^3. this harpe.

        4^1. him fall?

        4^3. 7 yeere.

        6^1. whom then.

        7^{3, 4}.
          & at her chamber must I bee
            beffore the cocke haue crowen.

        10^2. pinn: _one stroke of the n is left out, as
        frequently, in the MS. Furnivall._

        11^2. nor noe.

        14^4. times.

        16^4. him im.

        17^1. you you.

        17^3. you are.

        21^4. killed 3.

        22^3. head: _there is a tag to the ~d~ as if for ~s~.
        Furnivall._

        23^4. these 3.

#B.#

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

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

28
    And he has taen him Gib, his man,
      And he has hangd him hie,
    And he's hangit him oer his ain yate,
      As high as high could be.

    29
    There was nae pity for that lady,
      For she lay cald and dead,
    But a' was for him, Glenkindie,
      In bower he must go mad.


C

        Kinloch's MSS, III, 139, in the handwriting of John Hill
        Burton.

    1
    Glenkinnie was as good a harper
      As ever harpet tone;
    He harpet fish out o the sea-flood,
      And water out of a dry loan,
    And milk out o the maiden's breast
      That bairn had never neen.

    2
    He harpit i the king's palace,
      He harpit them a' asleep,
    Unless it were Burd Bell alone,
      And she stud on her feet.

    3
    'Ye will do ye home, Glenkinnie,
      And ye will take a sleep,
    And ye will come to my bower-door
      Before the cock's crowing.'

    4
    He's taen out his milk-white steed,
      And fast away rode he,
    Till he came to his ain castle,
      Where gold glanced never so hie.

    5
    'Might I tell ye, Jeck, my man,
      Gin I had slain a man?'
    'Deed might [ye], my good master,
      Altho ye had slain ten.'

    6
    'I've faun in love wi a gay ladie,
      She's daughter to the Queen,
    And I maun be at her bower-door
      Before the cock's crowing.'

    7
    He's taen out his master's steed,
      And fast awa rode he,
    Until he cam to Burd Bell's door,
      Where gold glanced never so hie.

    8
    When he came to Burd Bell's door,
      He tirled at the pin,
    And up she rose, away she goes,
      To let Glenkinnie in.

    9
        .    .    .    .    .    .    .
          .    .    .    .    .    .    .
        .    .    .    .    .    .    .
      That I combed out yestreen.

      *    *    *    *    *    *    *

    10
    She looked out at a shot-window,
      Atween her and the meen:
    'There is twa lovers beguiled the night,
      And I fear I am ane.

    11
    'Ye shall na hae to say, Glenkindie,
      When you sit at the wine,
    That once you loved a queen's daughter,
      And she was your footman's quean.'

      *    *    *    *    *    *    *

       *       *       *       *       *

#A.#

        1^4. cappe... yoode.

        _1^{5, 6}, 2^{1, 2} make a stanza in the MS._

        3^3. this harpe.

        4^1. him fall?

        4^3. 7 yeere.

        6^1. whom then.

        7^{3, 4}.
          & at her chamber must I bee
            beffore the cocke haue crowen.

        10^2. pinn: _one stroke of the n is left out, as
        frequently, in the MS. Furnivall._

        11^2. nor noe.

        14^4. times.

        16^4. him im.

        17^1. you you.

        17^3. you are.

        21^4. killed 3.

        22^3. head: _there is a tag to the ~d~ as if for ~s~.
        Furnivall._

        23^4. these 3.

#B.#

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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