The English and Scottish popular ballads, volume 2 (of 5)
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The English and Scottish popular ballads, volume 2 (of 5)
Ballads, English -- England -- Texts; Ballads, Scots -- Scotland -- Texts
9^1. many that are.
9^4, 10^4, 12^1. Thomas's.
10^2. And if.
11^3. through.
11^4. to be some.
13^1. Ellinor said.
13^2. wonderful.
13^3. mightst.
14^2. now _wanting_.
15^3. And.
16^3. Thou us'd to look.
18^4. he _wanting_.
19^3. There never were three lovers met.
19^4. That sooner did.
#c.#
1^3. a fine.
2^3. marry with.
3^2. And _wanting_.
3^3. thee on.
3^4. To bring.
5^4. For _wanting_.
6^4. for thee.
7^4. bridegroom.
9^1. many that are.
8^3, 9^4, 10^4, 12^1. Thomases.
10^3. or betide.
11^3. through.
13^3. You might.
14^2. now _wanting_.
15^3. And.
15^4. She prickd.
16^2. wain.
#d.#
3^2. she's got land, she says.
4^2. many more do.
5^2. at the pin.
8^4. I shall let it alone.
9^2. foes.
10^2. If a thousand were our foes.
10^3. me life, me death.
10^4. To Lord Thomas's I'll go.
12^2. at the pin.
_After 12_:
He took her by the lily-white hand,
And led her through the hall;
He set her in the noblest chair,
Among the ladies all.
15^2. both keen.
16^1. now save me.
16^3. usest to look as good a colour.
_After 17_:
'O dig my grave,' Lord Thomas replied,
'Dig it both wide and deep,
And lay Fair Eleanor by my side
And the brown girl at my feet.'
18^4. And flung.
19^{3, 4.}.
There never were three lovers sure
That sooner did depart.
#e.#
_Motherwell's MS., p. 293, from the recitation of Widow
McCormick, February 23, 1825; learned of an old woman in
Dumbarton, thirty years before._
1
'Come riddle me, riddle me, mother,' he says,
'Come riddle me all in one,
Whether I'll goe to court Fair Helen
Or fetch you the brown girl home.'
2
'It's many's the ones your friends,' she says,
'And many's the ones your fone;
My blessing be on you, dear son,' she says,
'Go fetch me the brown girl home.'
3
He dressed himself all in green,
Thorough the road he went,
And every village that he came to,
They took him to be a king.
4
Till that he came to Fair Helen's gate;
He tinkled low at the ring;
Who was so ready as Fair Helen herself
To let Lord Thomas in.
5
'You're welcome, you're welcome, Lord Thomas,' she says,
'What news have you brought to me?'
'I've come to bid you to my wedding,
And that is bad news to thee.'
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