* * * * * H Motherwell’s MS, p. 297; from the recitation of Mrs Traill of Paisley. 1 O waly, waly up the bank! And waly, waly doun the brae! And waly, waly by yon burn-side, Whare me and my luve was wont to gae! 2 If I had kent what I ken now, I wud neer hae crossed the waters o Tay; For an I had staid at Argyle’s yetts, I might hae been his lady gay. 3 When I lay sick, and very sick, And very sick, just like to die, A gentleman, a friend of mine own, A gentleman came me to see; But Blackliewoods sounded in my luve’s ears He was too long in chamer with me. 4 O woe be to thee, Blackliewoods. But an an ill death may you die! Thou’s been the first and occasion last That eer put ill twixt my luve and me. 5 ‘Come down the stairs now, Jamie Douglas, Come down the stairs and drink wine wi me; I’ll set thee in a chair of gold, And it’s not one penny it will cost thee.’ 6 ‘When cockle-shells grow silver bells, And gowd grows oer yon lily lea, When frost and snaw grows fiery bombs, I will come down and drink wine wi thee.’ 7 ‘What ails you at our youngest son, That sits upon the nurse’s knee? I’m sure he’s never done any harm And it’s not to his ain nurse and me.’ 8 My loving father got word of this, But and an angry man was he; He sent three score of his soldiers brave To take me to my own countrie. * * * * * * 9 ‘O fare ye weel now, Jamie Douglas! And fare ye weel, my children three! God grant your father may prove kind Till I see you in my own countrie.’ 10 When she was set into her coach . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 11 ‘Cheer up your heart, my loving daughter, Cheer up your heart, let your weeping bee! A bill of divorce I will write to him, And a far better lord I’ll provide for thee.’ 12 It’s very true, and it’s often said, The hawk she’s flown and she’s left her nest; But a’ the warld may plainly see They’re far awa that I luve best. * * * * * I Motherwell’s MS., p. 500; from Mrs Notman. 1 ‘O waly, waly up yon bank! And waly, waly down yon brae! And waly, waly by yon burn-bank, Where me and my lord wont to gae! 2 ‘A gentleman of good account, A friend of mine, came to visit me, And Blackly whispered in my lord’s ears He was too long in chamber with me. 3 ‘When my father came to hear ‘t, I wot an angry man was he; He sent five score of his soldiers bright To take me safe to my own countrie. 4 ‘Up in the mornin when I arose, My bonnie palace for to lea, And when I came to my lord’s door, The neer a word he would speak to me.