3 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ‘There’s bread and cheese for musqueteers, And corn and hay for hor[s]es, Sack and sugar for auld wives, And lads for bonnie lasses.’ 4 He coost aff his gude buff coat, His boots, likewise his beaver, He drew his rapier frae his side, And streekit him down beside her. ‘Bonnie lass, I trew I’m near the[e] now, Bonnie lass, I trew I’m near thee, And I’ll gar a’ thy ribbons reel, Bonnie lassie, or I lea thee.’ 5 They had but spoken little a while Till of speaking they were weary; They sleeped together in each other’s arms Till the sun was shining clearly. The very first sound the trumpet gave Was, Troopers, are ye ready? Away you must to London town, Or else for Londonderry. 6 She took the bottle in her hand, The glass into the other, She filled it up with blood-red wine, Until it ran quite over. She drank a health to her love on the stair, Saying, When shall we two marry? Or when shall we two meet again, On purpose for to marry? 7 ‘O when shall we two meet again? Or when shall we two marry?’ ‘When cockle-shells grow siller bells; No longer must I tarry.’ C Jamieson, Popular Ballads, II, 158, as often heard by him in Morayshire. 1 There cam a trooper frae the west, And he’s ridden till his deary; ‘It’s open and lat me in,’ he says, For I am wet and weary.’ * * * * * * * 2 ‘O whan sall we be married, love? O whan sall we be married?’ ‘Whan heather-cows turn owsen-bows, It’s then that we’ll be married.’ 3 ‘O whan sall we be married, love? O when sall we be married?’ ‘When cockle-shells turn siller bells, It’s then that we’ll be married.’ 4 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ‘Whan the sun and moon dance on the green, It’s then that we’ll be married.’ * * * * * =A.= 5^6. Lewas. 5^8. lea you now. =B.= 4^3. threw? _Motherwell._ 4^7. gard. =C.= _The verses are given incidentally in a preface to another ballad. Between 1 and 2_: The kind fair one puts his horse into the stable and takes himself to her bower, where she gives him ‘the good white bread and blood-red wine,’ and a part of her bed. In the morning, when he proposes to depart, she naturally enough asks [_as in st. 2_]. 300 BLANCHEFLOUR AND JELLYFLORICE ‘Blancheflour and Jellyflorice,’ Buchan’s Ballads of the North of Scotland, I, 125; Motherwell’s MS., p. 588.