He took her by the waist so small, And by the grass-green sleeve; He took her out of the wedding-house, Of the company asked no leave. The drums did beat and the trumpets sound, Most glorious to be seen, And then away to Edenborough town, With the company dressed in green. Scott’s Lochinvar, in the fifth canto of Marmion, was modelled on ‘Katharine Jaffray.’ Another ballad (but a much later and inferior) in which a lover carries off a bride on her wedding-day is ‘Lord William,’ otherwise ‘Lord Lundy,’ to be given further on. A Norse ballad of the same description is ‘Magnus Algotsøn,’ Grundtvig, No 181, III, 734,[121] Syv, No 77,==‘Ungen Essendal,’ Kristensen, Jydske Folkeminder, I, 104, No 41, ‘Hr. Essendal,’ X, 247, No 61, A, B. Syv’s version is translated by Jamieson, Illustrations of Northern Antiquities, p. 335. Scott’s ballad is translated by Schubart, p. 198, Doenniges, p. 15. Knortz, Schottische Balladen, p. 65, translates Aytoun. * * * * * A #a.# Herd’s MSS, I, 61, II, 56. #b.# The Aldine edition of Burns’s Poems, by Sir Harris Nicolas, 1839, III, 181, from Burns’s autograph. 1 There livd a lass in yonder dale, And doun in yonder glen, O And Kathrine Jaffray was her name, Well known by many men. O 2 Out came the Laird of Lauderdale, Out frae the South Countrie, All for to court this pretty maid, Her bridegroom for to be. 3 He has teld her father and mither baith, And a’ the rest o her kin, And has teld the lass hersell, And her consent has win. 4 Then came the Laird of Lochinton, Out frae the English border, All for to court this pretty maid, Well mounted in good order. 5 He’s teld her father and mither baith, As I hear sindry say, But he has nae teld the lass her sell, Till on her wedding day. 6 When day was set, and friends were met, And married to be, Lord Lauderdale came to the place, The bridal for to see. 7 ‘O are you came for sport, young man: Or are you come for play? Or are you come for a sight o our bride, Just on her wedding day?’ 8 ‘I’m nouther come for sport,’ he says, ‘Nor am I come for play; But if I had one sight o your bride, I’ll mount and ride away.’ 9 There was a glass of the red wine Filld up them atween, And ay she drank to Lauderdale, Wha her true-love had been. 10 Then he took her by the milk-white hand, And by the grass-green sleeve, And he mounted her high behind him there, At the bridegroom he askt nae leive. 11 Then the blude run down by the Cowden Banks, And down by Cowden Braes, And ay she gard the trumpet sound, ‘O this is foul, foul play!’