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

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

30
    He had not rode a mile, a mile,
      A mile but barely three,
    Till that he spyed her comely corps
      Come raking oere the lee.

    31
    'Set doun, set doun these comely corps,
      Let me look on the dead:'
    And out he's ta'en his little pen-knife,
      And slitted her winding sheet.

    32
    And first he kist her cheek, her cheek,
      And then he kist her chin;
    And then he kist her rosy lips,
      But there was no breath within.

    33
    'Gar deall, gar deall for my love sake
      The spiced bread and the wine;
    For ere the morn at this time
      So shall you deall for mine.

    34
    'Gar deall, gar deall for my love sake
      The pennys that are so small;
    For ere the morn at this time,
      So shall you deall for all.'

    35
    The one was buried in Mary kirk,
      The other in Mary quire;
    Out of the one there sprung a birk,
      Out of the other a bryar;
    So thus you may well know by that
      They were two lovers dear.


B

        Herd's MS, I, 144; II, 60, the first ten lines; Herd's
        Scottish Songs, 1776, I, 149.

    1
    'O wha will shoe thy bonny feet?
      Or wha will glove thy hand?
    Or wha will lace thy midle jimp,
      With a lang, lang London whang?

    2
    'And wha will kame thy bonny head,
      With a tabean brirben kame?
    And wha will be my bairn's father,
      Till Love Gregory come hame?'

    3
    'Thy father'll shoe his bonny feet,
      Thy mither'll glove his hand;
    Thy brither will lace his middle jimp,
      With a lang, lang London whang.

    4
    'Mysel will kame his bonny head,
      With a tabean brirben kame;
    And the Lord will be the bairn's father,
      Till Love Gregory come hame.'

    5
    Then she's gart build a bonny ship,
      It's a' cored oer with pearl,
    And at every needle-tack was in't
      There hang a siller bell.

    6
    And she's awa ...
      To sail upon the sea;
    She's gane to seek Love Gregory,
      In lands whereer he be.

    7
    She hadna saild a league but twa,
      O scantly had she three,
    Till she met with a rude rover,
      Was sailing on the sea.

    8
    'O whether is thou the Queen hersel,
      Or ane o her maries three?
    Or is thou the lass of Lochroyan,
      Seeking Love Gregory?'

    9
    'O I am not the Queen hersell,
      Nor ane o her maries three;
    But I am the lass o Lochroyan,
      Seeking Love Gregory.

    10
    'O sees na thou yone bonny bower?
      It's a' cored oer with tin;
    When thou hast saild it round about,
      Love Gregory is within.'

    11
    When she had saild it round about,
      She tirled at the pin:
    'O open, open, Love Gregory,
      Open, and let me in!
    For I am the lass of Lochroyan,
      Banisht frae a' my kin.'

    12
    'If thou be the lass of Lochroyan,
      As I know no thou be,
    Tell me some of the true tokens
      That past between me and thee.'

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

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

30
    He had not rode a mile, a mile,
      A mile but barely three,
    Till that he spyed her comely corps
      Come raking oere the lee.

    31
    'Set doun, set doun these comely corps,
      Let me look on the dead:'
    And out he's ta'en his little pen-knife,
      And slitted her winding sheet.

    32
    And first he kist her cheek, her cheek,
      And then he kist her chin;
    And then he kist her rosy lips,
      But there was no breath within.

    33
    'Gar deall, gar deall for my love sake
      The spiced bread and the wine;
    For ere the morn at this time
      So shall you deall for mine.

    34
    'Gar deall, gar deall for my love sake
      The pennys that are so small;
    For ere the morn at this time,
      So shall you deall for all.'

    35
    The one was buried in Mary kirk,
      The other in Mary quire;
    Out of the one there sprung a birk,
      Out of the other a bryar;
    So thus you may well know by that
      They were two lovers dear.


B

        Herd's MS, I, 144; II, 60, the first ten lines; Herd's
        Scottish Songs, 1776, I, 149.

    1
    'O wha will shoe thy bonny feet?
      Or wha will glove thy hand?
    Or wha will lace thy midle jimp,
      With a lang, lang London whang?

    2
    'And wha will kame thy bonny head,
      With a tabean brirben kame?
    And wha will be my bairn's father,
      Till Love Gregory come hame?'

    3
    'Thy father'll shoe his bonny feet,
      Thy mither'll glove his hand;
    Thy brither will lace his middle jimp,
      With a lang, lang London whang.

    4
    'Mysel will kame his bonny head,
      With a tabean brirben kame;
    And the Lord will be the bairn's father,
      Till Love Gregory come hame.'

    5
    Then she's gart build a bonny ship,
      It's a' cored oer with pearl,
    And at every needle-tack was in't
      There hang a siller bell.

    6
    And she's awa ...
      To sail upon the sea;
    She's gane to seek Love Gregory,
      In lands whereer he be.

    7
    She hadna saild a league but twa,
      O scantly had she three,
    Till she met with a rude rover,
      Was sailing on the sea.

    8
    'O whether is thou the Queen hersel,
      Or ane o her maries three?
    Or is thou the lass of Lochroyan,
      Seeking Love Gregory?'

    9
    'O I am not the Queen hersell,
      Nor ane o her maries three;
    But I am the lass o Lochroyan,
      Seeking Love Gregory.

    10
    'O sees na thou yone bonny bower?
      It's a' cored oer with tin;
    When thou hast saild it round about,
      Love Gregory is within.'

    11
    When she had saild it round about,
      She tirled at the pin:
    'O open, open, Love Gregory,
      Open, and let me in!
    For I am the lass of Lochroyan,
      Banisht frae a' my kin.'

    12
    'If thou be the lass of Lochroyan,
      As I know no thou be,
    Tell me some of the true tokens
      That past between me and thee.'

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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