And you wyll hear any more a the
hountyng
a the
Cheviot
yet ys ther mor behynde.
Cheviot
yet ys ther mor behynde.
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14.
« Yet one shoote I'll shoote,” sayes Litle John,
« With Crist his might and mayne;
I 'll make yond fellow that flyes soe fast
To be both glad and faine. ”
15. John bent up a good veiwe bow, 1
And fetteled? him to shoote;
The bow was made of a tender boughe,
And fell downe to his foote.
16.
«Woe worth 3 thee, wicked od,” sayd Litle John,
“That ere thou grew on a tree!
For this day thou art my bale,
My bootet when thou shold bee! »
17. This shoote it was but looselye shott,
The arrowe flew in vaine,
And it mett one of the sheriffe's men;
Good William a Trent was slaine.
18. It had beene better for William a Trent
To hange upon a gallowe
Then for to lye in the greenwoode,
There slaine with an arrowe.
19.
And it is sayed, when men be mett,
Six can doe more than three:
And they have tane Litle John,
And bound him fast to a tree.
20.
“Thou shalt be drawen by dale and downe,
quoth the sheriffe, 5
“And hanged hye on a hill:)
“But thou may fayle, quoth Litle John,
“If it be Christ's owne will. )
21.
Let us leave talking of Litle John,
For hee is bound fast to a tree,
i Perhaps the yew-bow.
2 Made ready.
3 « Woe be to thee. ” Worth is the old subjunctive present of an exact
English equivalent to the modern German werden.
*Note these alliterative phrases. Boote, remedy.
5 As Percy noted, this «quoth the sheriffe," was probably added by some
explainer. The reader, however, must remember the license of slurring or
contracting the syllables of a word, as well as the opposite freedom of expan-
sion. Thus in the second line of stanza 7, man's is to be pronounced man-ës.
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1315
And talke of Guy and Robin Hood
In the green woode where they bee.
22.
How these two yeomen together they mett,
Under the leaves of lyne,
To see what marchandise they made
Even at that same time.
23.
“Good morrow, good fellow,” quoth Sir Guy;
«Good morrow, good fellow," quoth hee;
«Methinkes by this bow thou beares in thy hand,
A good archer thou seems to bee. "
24. “I am wilfull of my way,” i quoth Sir Guy,
«And of my morning tyde:)
“I'll lead thee through the wood,” quoth Robin,
“Good fellow, I'll be thy guide. ”
25. "I seeke an outlaw,” quoth Sir Guy,
Men call him Robin Hood;
I had rather meet with him upon a day
Then forty pound of golde. ”
26. “If you tow mett, it wold be seene whether were better
Afore yee did part awaye;
Let us some other pastime find,
Good fellow, I thee pray.
27.
“Let us some other masteryes make,
And we will walke in the woods even;
Wee may chance meet with Robin Hood
At some unsett steven.
> 2
28. They cutt them downe the summer shroggs 3
Which grew both under a bryar,
And sett them three score rood in twinn,
To shoote the prickes: full neare.
29.
« Leade on, good fellow,” sayd Sir Guye,
«Leade on, I doe bidd thee:))
“Nay, by my faith,” quoth Robin Hood,
«The leader thou shalt bee. ”
1 I have lost my way.
? At some unappointed time,- by chance.
3 Stunted shrubs.
* A part.
5« Prickes seem to have been the long-range targets, butts the near. ” —
Furnivall.
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30.
The first good shoot that Robin ledd,
Did not shoote an inch the pricke froe,
Guy was an archer good enoughe,
But he could neere shoote soe.
31. The second shoote Sir Guy shott,
He shott within the garlande,
But Robin Hoode shott it better than hee,
For he clove the good pricke-wande.
32.
«God's blessing on thy heart! ” sayes Guye,
Goode fellow, thy shooting is goode;
For an thy hart be as good as thy hands,
Thou were better than Robin Hood.
33.
« Tell me thy name, good fellow," quoth Guye,
« Under the leaves of lyne:)
“Nay, by my faith," quoth good Robin,
« Till thou have told me thine. "
34.
“I dwell by dale and downe,” quoth Guye,
“And I have done many a curst turne;
And he that calles me by my right name,
Calles me Guye of good Gysborne. ”
35. “My dwelling is in the wood,” sayes Robin;
“By thee I set right nought;
My name is Robin Hood of Barnesdale,
A fellow thou hast long sought. ”
36. He that had neither beene a kithe nor kin
Might have seene a full fayre sight.
To see how together these yeomen went,
With blades both browne and bright.
37. To have seene how these yeomen together fought
Two howers of a summer's day;
It was neither Guy nor Robin Hood
That fettled them to flye away.
38. Robin was reacheles' on a roote,
And stumbled at that tyde,
And Guy was quicke and nimble with-all,
And hitt him ore the left side.
"Garlande, perhaps the ring within which the prick was set »; and the
pricke-wande perhaps a pole or stick. The terms are not easy to understand
clearly.
? Reckless, careless.
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1317
39. «Ah, deere Lady! ” sayd Robin Hoode,
«Thou art both mother and may! 1
I thinke it was never man's destinye
To dye before his day. ”
40. Robin thought on Our Lady deere,
And soone leapt up againe,
And thus he came with an awkwarde? stroke;
Good Sir Guy hee has slayne.
41. He tooke Sir Guy's head by the hayre,
And sticked it on his bowe's end:
« Thou has beene traytor all thy life,
Which thing must have an ende. ”
42. Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe,
And nicked Sir Guy in the face,
That he was never ons a woman borne
Could tell who Sir Guye was.
43. Saies, Lye there, lye there, good Sir Guye,
And with me not wrothe;
If thou have had the worse stroakes at my hand,
Thou shalt have the better cloathe.
44. Robin did off his gowne of greene,
Sir Guye he did it throwe;
And he put on that capull-hyde
That clad him topp to toe.
45.
« Tis bowe, the arrowes, and litle horne,
And with me now I'll beare;
For now I will goe to Barnesdale,
To see how my men doe fare. ”
46. Robin sett Guye's horne to his mouth,
A lowd blast in it he did blow;
That beheard the sheriffe of Nottingham,
As he leaned under a lowe.
47.
« Hearken! hearken! ” sayd the sheriffe,
“I heard noe tydings but good;
For yonder I heare Sir Guye's horne blowe,
For he hath slaine Robin Hoode.
"Maiden.
· Dangerous, or perhaps simply backward, backhanded.
On is frequently used for of.
* Hillock.
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THE BALLAD
48.
“For yonder I heare Sir Guye's horne blowe,
It blowes soe well in tyde,
For yonder comes that wighty yeoman
Cladd in his capull-hyde.
49.
« Come hither, thou good Sir Guy,
Aske of mee what thou wilt have :)
«I'll none of thy gold,” sayes Robin Hood,
"Nor I'll none of it have.
50.
“But now I have slaine the master,” he sayd,
“Let me goe strike the knave;
This is all the reward I aske,
Nor noe other will I have. ”
51.
« Thou art a madman,” said the sheriffe,
« Thou sholdest have had a knight's fee;
Seeing thy asking hath beene soe badd,
Well granted it shall be. ”
52. But Litle John heard his master speake,
Well he knew that was his steven;'
“Now shall I be loset,” quoth Litle John,
“With Christ's might in heaven. ”
53.
But Robin hee hyed him towards Litle John,
Hee thought hee wold loose him belive;
The sheriffe and all his companye
Fast after him did drive.
54.
«Stand abacke! stand abacke! ” sayd Robin;
«Why draw you mee soe neere?
It was never the use in our countrye
One's shrift another should heere. »
55.
But Robin pulled forth an Irysh kniffe,
And losed John hand and foote,
And gave him Sir Guye's bow in his hand,
And bade it be his boote.
56. But John tooke Guye's bow in his hand
(His arrowes were rawstye? by the roote);
The sherriffe saw Litle John draw a bow
And fettle him to shoote.
57. Towards his house in Nottingham
He fled full fast away,
i Voice.
2 Rusty
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1319
And so did all his companye,
Not one behind did stay.
58. But he cold neither soe fast goe,
Nor away soe fast runn,
But Litle John, with an arrow broade,
Did cleave his heart in twinn.
THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT
[This is the older and better version of the famous ballad. The younger
version was the subject of Addison's papers in the Spectator. ]
I.
THE
HE Percy out of Northumberlande,
and a vowe to God mayd he
That he would hunte in the mountayns
of Cheviot within days thre,
In the magger' of doughty Douglas,
and all that ever with him be.
2.
The fattiste hartes in all Cheviot
he sayd he would kyll, and cary them away:
«Be my feth,” sayd the doughty Douglas agayn,
“I will let? that hontyng if that I may. ”
3. Then the Percy out of Banborowe cam,
with him a myghtee meany,
With fifteen hondred archares bold of blood and bone;
they were chosen out of shyars thre.
4. This began on a Monday at morn,
in Cheviot the hillys so he;
The chyld may rue that ys unborn,
it was the more pittë.
5. The dryvars thorowe the woodës went,
for to reas the deer;
Bowmen byckarte uppone the bent*
with their browd arrows cleare.
6. Then the wyld thorowe the woodës went,
on every sydë shear;
Greahondës thorowe the grevis glent,5
for to kyll their deer.
7. This begane in Cheviot the hyls abone,
yerly on a Monnyn-day:
1 (Maugre, in spite of. ? Hinder. 3 Company.
*Skirmished on the field. 5 Ran through the groves.
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Be that it drewe to the hour of noon,
a hondred fat hartës ded ther lay.
8. They blewe a mort? uppone the bent,
they semblyde on sydis shear;
To the quyrry then the Percy went,
to see the bryttlynge? of the deere.
9. He sayd, “It was the Douglas promys
this day to met me hear;
But I wyste he wolde faylle, verament;"
a great oth the Percy swear.
IO.
At the laste a squyar of Northumberlande
lokyde at his hand full ny;
He was war a the doughtie Douglas commynge,
with him a myghtë meany.
II.
Both with spear, bylle, and brande,
yt was a myghtë sight to se;
Hardyar men, both of hart nor hande,
were not in Cristiantë.
12.
They were twenty hondred spear-men good,
withoute any fail;
They were borne along be the water a Twyde,
yth bowndës of Tividale.
13. “Leave of the brytlyng of the deer,” he said,
«and to your bows look ye tayk good hede;
For never sithe ye were on your mothers borne
had ye never so mickle nede. ”
14.
The doughty Douglas on a stede,
he rode alle his men beforne;
His armor glytteyrde as dyd a glede;'
a boldar barne was never born.
15. «Tell me whose men ye are,” he says,
(or whose men that ye be:
Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Cheviot chays,
in the spyt of myn and of me. ”
16. The first man that ever him an answer mayd,
yt was the good lord Percy:
“We wyll not tell the whose men we are,” he says,
(nor whose men that we be;
1 Blast blown when game is killed.
? Quartering, cutting.
3 Flame.
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1321
But we wyll hounte here in this chays,
in spyt of thyne and of the.
17.
« The fattiste hartës in all Cheviot
we have kyld, and cast to carry them away:
Be my troth,” sayd the doughty Douglas agayn,
“therefor the tone of us shall die this day. ”
18.
Then sayd the doughtë Douglas
unto the lord Percy,
« To kyll alle thes giltles men,
alas, it wear great pittë!
19. “But, Percy, thowe art a lord of lande,
I am a yerle callyd within my contrë;
Let all our men uppone a parti stande,
and do the battell of the and of me. ”
20.
“Nowe Cristes curse on his crowne," sayd the lord!
Percy,
« whosoever thereto says nay;
Be my troth, doughty Douglas," he says,
thow shalt never se that day.
21.
“Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nor France,
nor for no man of a woman born,
But, and fortune be my chance,
I dar met him, one man for one. ”
22.
Then bespayke a squyar of Northumberlande,
Richard Wytharyngton was his name:
« It shall never be told in Sothe-Ynglonde,” he says,
“To Kyng Herry the Fourth for shame.
23. “I wat youe byn great lordës twa,
I am a poor squyar of lande:
I wylle never se my captayne fyght on a fylde,
and stande my selffe and looke on,
But whylle I may my weppone welde,
I wylle not fayle both hart and hande. )
24. That day, that day, that dredfull day!
the first fit here I fynde;?
And you wyll hear any more a the hountyng a the
Cheviot
yet ys ther mor behynde.
Perhaps “finish. »
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1322
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25.
The Yngglyshe men had their bowys ybent,
ther hartes were good yenoughe;
The first of arrows that they shote off,
seven skore spear-men they sloughe.
26. Yet bides the yerle Douglas upon the bent,
a captayne good yenoughe,
And that was sene verament,
for he wrought hem both wo and wouche.
27. The Douglas partyd his host in thre,
like a chief chieftain of pryde;
With sure spears of myghtty tre,
they cum in on every syde:
28. Throughe our Yngglyshe archery
gave many a wounde fulle wyde;
Many a doughty they garde to dy,
which ganyde them no pryde.
29.
The Ynglyshe men let ther bowës be,
and pulde out brandes that were brighte;
It was a heavy syght to se
bryght swordes on basnites lyght.
1
30.
Thorowe ryche male and myneyeple,
many sterne they strocke down straight;
Many a freyke? that was fulle fre,
there under foot dyd lyght.
31.
At last the Douglas and the Percy met,
lyk to captayns of myght and of mayne;
The swapte together tylle they both swat,
with swordes that were of fine milan.
32. These worthy freckys for to fyght,
ther-to they were fulle fayne,
Tylle the bloode out off their basnetes sprente,
as ever dyd hail or rayn.
33.
« Yield thee, Percy,” sayd the Douglas,
(and i faith I shalle thee brynge
Where thowe shalte have a yerls wagis
of Jamy our Scottish kynge.
34. “Thou shalte have thy ransom fre,
I hights the here this thinge;
«A gauntlet covering hand and forearm. ) 2 Man. 3Promise.
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1323
For the manfullyste man yet art thow
that ever I conqueryd in fielde fighttynge. ”
35. "Nay,” sayd the lord Percy,
«I tolde it thee beforne,
That I wolde never yeldyde be
to no man of a woman born. ”
36. With that ther came an arrow hastely,
forthe off a myghtty wane;1
It hath strekene the yerle Douglas
in at the brest-bane.
37. Thorowe lyvar and lungës bothe
the sharpe arrowe ys gane,
That never after in all his lyfe-days
he spayke mo wordës but ane:
That was, “Fyghte ye, my myrry men, whyllys ye
may,
for my lyfe-days ben gane. ”
The Percy leanyde on his brande,
and sawe the Douglas de;
He tooke the dead man by the hande,
and said, “Wo ys me for thee!
38.
39. "To have savyde thy lyfe, I would have partyde
with
my landes for years three,
For a better man, of hart nor of hande,
was not in all the north contrë. ”
40.
Of all that see a Scottish knyght,
was callyd Sir Hewe the Monggombyrry;
He saw the Douglas to the death was dyght,
he spendyd a spear, a trusti tree.
He rode upon a corsiare
throughe a hondred archery:
He never stynttyde nor never blane, a
till he came to the good lord Percy.
41.
42.
He set upon the lorde Percy
a dynte that was full sore;
With a sure spear of a myghttë tree
clean thorow the body he the Percy ber,'
43. A the tother syde that a man might see
a large cloth-yard and mare:
Meaning uncertain. 2 Stopped. 3Pierced.
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1324
THE BALLAD
Two better captayns were not in Cristiantë
than that day slain were there.
44.
An archer off Northumberlande
saw slain was the lord Percy;
He bore a bende bowe in his hand,
was made of trusti tree;
45.
An arrow, that a cloth-yarde was long,
to the harde stele halyde he;
A dynt that was both sad and soar
he set on Sir Hewe the Monggombyrry.
46. The dynt yt was both sad and sore,
that he of Monggombyrry set;
The swane-fethars that his arrowe bar
with his hart-blood they were wet.
47.
There was never a freak one foot wolde flee,
but still in stouri dyd stand,
Hewyng on eache other, whyle they myghte dree,
with many a balefull brande.
48. This battell begane in Cheviot
an hour before the none,
And when even-songe bell was rang,
the battell was not half done.
.
•
49. They took
on either hande
by the lyght of the mone;
Many hade no strength for to stande,
in Cheviot the hillys abon.
50.
Of fifteen hundred archers of Ynglonde
went away but seventy and three;
Of twenty hundred spear-men of Scotlonde,
but even five and fifty.
51. But all were slayne Cheviot within;
they had no strength to stand on hy;
The chylde may rue that ys unborne,
it was the more pittë.
52. There was slayne, withe the lord Percy,
Sir John of Agerstone,
Sir Rogar, the hinde Hartly,
Sir Wyllyam, the bold Hearone.
I Stress of battle.
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1325
53. Sir George, the worthy Loumle,
a knyghte of great renown,
Sir Raff, the ryche Rugbe,
with dyntes were beaten downe.
54.
For Wetharryngton my harte was wo,
that ever he slayne shulde be;
For when both his leggis were hewyn in to,
yet he kneeled and fought on hys knee.
55.
There was slayne, with the doughty Douglas,
Sir Hewe the Monggombyrry,
Sir Davy Lwdale, that worthy was,
his sister's son was he.
56. Sir Charles a Murrë in that place,
that never a foot wolde fle;
Sir Hewe Maxwelle, a lorde he was,
with the Douglas dyd he die.
57.
So on the morrowe they mayde them biers
off birch and hasell so gray;
Many widows, with weepyng tears,
came to fetch ther makys' away.
58. Tivydale may carpe of care,
Northumberland may mayk great moan,
For two such captayns as slayne were there,
on the March-parti shall never be none.
59. Word ys commen to Eddenburrowe,
to Jamy the Scottische kynge,
That doughty Douglas, lyff-tenant of the Marches,
he lay slean Cheviot within.
60. His handdës dyd he weal and wryng,
he sayd, “Alas, and woe ys me!
Such an othar captayn Skotland within,"
he sayd, “i-faith should never be. ”
61. Worde ys commyn to lovely Londone,
till the fourth Harry our kynge.
That lord Percy, leyff-tenante of the Marchis
he lay slayne Cheviot within.
62. «God have merci on his soule,” sayde Kyng Harry,
"good lord, yf thy will it be!
1 Mates.
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THE BALLAD
I have a hondred captayns in Ynglonde,” he sayd,
as good as ever was he:
But Percy. and I brook my lyfe,
thy deth well quyte shall be. ”
63. As our noble kynge mayd his avowe,
lyke a noble prince of renown,
For the deth of the lord Percy
he dyd the battle of Hombyll-down;
64. Where syx and thirty Skottishe knyghtes
on a day were beaten down:
Glendale glytteryde on their armor bryght,
over castille, towar, and town.
65. This was the hontynge of the Cheviot,
that teari begane this spurn;
Old men that knowen the grownde well enoughe
call it the battell of Otterburn.
66. At Otterburn begane this spurne
upon a Monnynday:
There was the doughty Douglas slean,
the Percy never went away.
67. There was never a tyme on the Marche-partës
sen the Douglas and the Percy met,
But yt ys mervele and the rede blude ronne not,
as the rain does in the stret.
68. Jesus Christ our balës? bete,
and to the bliss us bring!
Thus was the hunting of the Cheviot;
God send us alle good ending!
JOHNIE COCK
1.
U
P JOHNIE raise' in a May morning,
Calld for water to wash his hands,
And he has called for his gude gray hounds
That lay bound in iron bands, bands,
That lay bound in iron bands.
2.
“Ye'll busk,“ ye'll busk my noble dogs,
Ye'll busk and make them boun,"
That there (? ). ? Evils. 3 Rose. “Prepare. "Ready.
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THE BALLAD
1327
For I'm going to the Braidscaur hill
To ding the dun deer doun. ”
3. Johnie's mother has gotten word o' that,
And care-bed she has ta'en:
“O Johnie, for my benison,
I beg you'l stay at hame;
For the wine so red, and the well-baken bread,
My Johnie shall want nane.
4.
« There are seven forsters at Pickeram Side,
At Pickeram where they dwell,
And for a drop of thy heart's bluid
They wad ride the fords of hell. ”
5. But Johnie has cast off the black velvet,
And put on the Lincoln twine,
And he is on the goode greenwood
As fast as he could gang.
6. Johnie lookit east, and Johnie lookit west,
And he lookit aneath the sun,
And there he spied the dun deer sleeping
Aneath a buss o' whun. ?
7. Johnie shot, and the dun deer lap,3
And she lap wondrous wide,
Until they came to the wan water,
And he stem'd her of her pride.
8.
He has ta'en out the little pen-knife,
'Twas full three quarters long,
And he has ta'en out of that dun deer
The liver but and the tongue.
9. They eat of the flesh, and they drank of the blood,
And the blood it was so sweet,
Which caused Johnie and his bloody hounds
To fall in a deep sleep.
IO.
By then came an old palmer,
And an ill death may he die!
For he's away to Pickeram Side
As fast as he can drie. 6
1 Has fallen ill with anxiety.
? Bush of whin, furze.
3 Leaped.
* Quarter - the fourth part of a yard.
5 « But and » as well as,
• Bear, endure.
6
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1328
THE BALLAD
11.
«What news, what news? ” says the Seven Forsters,
“What news have ye brought to me ? ”
“I have no news,” the palmer said,
« But what I saw with my eye.
I 2.
“As I came in by Braidisbanks,
And down among the whuns,
The bonniest youngster e'er I saw
Lay sleepin amang his hunds.
13.
« The shirt that was upon his back
Was o' the holland fine;
The doublet which was over that
Was o' the Lincoln twine. "
14. Up bespake the Seven Forsters,
Up bespake they ane and a':
“O that is Johnie o' Cockleys Well,
And near him we will draw. ”
15. O the first stroke that they gae him,
They struck him off by the knee;
Then up bespake his sister's son:
“O the next 'll gar' him die! ”
16.
“O some they count ye well wight men,
But I do count ye nane;
For you might well ha' waken'd me,
And ask'd gin I wad be ta'en.
17.
« The wildest wolf as in a' this wood
Wad not ha' done so by me;
She'd ha' wet her foot i' the wan water,
And sprinkled it o'er my brae,
And if that wad not ha' waken'd ine,
She wad ha' gone and let me be.
18. “O bows of yew, if ye be true,
In London, where ye were bought,
Fingers five, get up belive,?
Manhuid shall fail me nought. ”
19. He has kill'd the Seven Forsters,
He has kill'd them all but ane,
And that wan scarce to Pickeram Side,
To carry the bode-words hame.
Make, cause.
? Quickly.
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1329
20.
“Is there never a [bird) in a' this wood
That will tell what I can say;
That will go to Cockleys Well,
Tell my mither to fetch me away? ”
There was a [bird] into that wood,
That carried the tidings away,
And many ael was the well-wight man
At the fetching o' Johnie away.
21.
SIR PATRICK SPENS
I.
Tthe :
He king sits in Dumferling toune,
Drinking the blude-reid wine:
“O whar will I get guid sailor,
To sail this ship of mine ? ”
2. Up and spak an eldern knight,
Sat at the kings right kne:
«Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor,
That sails upon the sea. ”
3. The king has written a braid letter,”
And sign'd it wi' his hand,
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,
Was walking on the sand.
The first line that Sir Patrick read,
A loud laugh laughed he;
The next line that Sir Patrick read,
The tear blinded his ee.
5.
« O wha is this has done this deed,
This ill deed done to me,
To send me out this time o' the year,
To sail upon the sea!
6. “Make haste, make haste, my mirry men all,
Our guide ship sails the morne :)
“O say na sae, my master dear,
For I fear a deadlie storme.
7.
“Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone,
Wi' the auld moone in hir arme,
i One.
2 «A braid letter, open or patent, in opposition to close rolls. ” — Percy.
3 Note that it is the sight of the new moon late in the evening which
makes a bad omen.
III-84
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And I fear, I fear, my dear master,
That we will come to harme. ”
8.
9.
O our Scots nobles were right laith
To weet their cork-heeled shoone;
But lang owre a' the play wer play'd,
Their hats they swam aboone.
O lang, lang may their ladies sit,
W' their fans into their hand,
Or e'er they see Sir Patrick Spens
Cum sailing to the land.
O lang, lang may the ladies stand,
Wi’ their gold kems? in their hair,
Waiting for their ain dear lords,
For they'll se thame na mair.
Half owre, half owre to Aberdour,
It's fiftie fadom deep,
And their lies guid Sir Patrick Spens,
Wi' the Scots lords at his feet.
10.
II.
THE BONNY EARL OF MURRAY?
THE BALLAD
1314
14.
« Yet one shoote I'll shoote,” sayes Litle John,
« With Crist his might and mayne;
I 'll make yond fellow that flyes soe fast
To be both glad and faine. ”
15. John bent up a good veiwe bow, 1
And fetteled? him to shoote;
The bow was made of a tender boughe,
And fell downe to his foote.
16.
«Woe worth 3 thee, wicked od,” sayd Litle John,
“That ere thou grew on a tree!
For this day thou art my bale,
My bootet when thou shold bee! »
17. This shoote it was but looselye shott,
The arrowe flew in vaine,
And it mett one of the sheriffe's men;
Good William a Trent was slaine.
18. It had beene better for William a Trent
To hange upon a gallowe
Then for to lye in the greenwoode,
There slaine with an arrowe.
19.
And it is sayed, when men be mett,
Six can doe more than three:
And they have tane Litle John,
And bound him fast to a tree.
20.
“Thou shalt be drawen by dale and downe,
quoth the sheriffe, 5
“And hanged hye on a hill:)
“But thou may fayle, quoth Litle John,
“If it be Christ's owne will. )
21.
Let us leave talking of Litle John,
For hee is bound fast to a tree,
i Perhaps the yew-bow.
2 Made ready.
3 « Woe be to thee. ” Worth is the old subjunctive present of an exact
English equivalent to the modern German werden.
*Note these alliterative phrases. Boote, remedy.
5 As Percy noted, this «quoth the sheriffe," was probably added by some
explainer. The reader, however, must remember the license of slurring or
contracting the syllables of a word, as well as the opposite freedom of expan-
sion. Thus in the second line of stanza 7, man's is to be pronounced man-ës.
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1315
And talke of Guy and Robin Hood
In the green woode where they bee.
22.
How these two yeomen together they mett,
Under the leaves of lyne,
To see what marchandise they made
Even at that same time.
23.
“Good morrow, good fellow,” quoth Sir Guy;
«Good morrow, good fellow," quoth hee;
«Methinkes by this bow thou beares in thy hand,
A good archer thou seems to bee. "
24. “I am wilfull of my way,” i quoth Sir Guy,
«And of my morning tyde:)
“I'll lead thee through the wood,” quoth Robin,
“Good fellow, I'll be thy guide. ”
25. "I seeke an outlaw,” quoth Sir Guy,
Men call him Robin Hood;
I had rather meet with him upon a day
Then forty pound of golde. ”
26. “If you tow mett, it wold be seene whether were better
Afore yee did part awaye;
Let us some other pastime find,
Good fellow, I thee pray.
27.
“Let us some other masteryes make,
And we will walke in the woods even;
Wee may chance meet with Robin Hood
At some unsett steven.
> 2
28. They cutt them downe the summer shroggs 3
Which grew both under a bryar,
And sett them three score rood in twinn,
To shoote the prickes: full neare.
29.
« Leade on, good fellow,” sayd Sir Guye,
«Leade on, I doe bidd thee:))
“Nay, by my faith,” quoth Robin Hood,
«The leader thou shalt bee. ”
1 I have lost my way.
? At some unappointed time,- by chance.
3 Stunted shrubs.
* A part.
5« Prickes seem to have been the long-range targets, butts the near. ” —
Furnivall.
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30.
The first good shoot that Robin ledd,
Did not shoote an inch the pricke froe,
Guy was an archer good enoughe,
But he could neere shoote soe.
31. The second shoote Sir Guy shott,
He shott within the garlande,
But Robin Hoode shott it better than hee,
For he clove the good pricke-wande.
32.
«God's blessing on thy heart! ” sayes Guye,
Goode fellow, thy shooting is goode;
For an thy hart be as good as thy hands,
Thou were better than Robin Hood.
33.
« Tell me thy name, good fellow," quoth Guye,
« Under the leaves of lyne:)
“Nay, by my faith," quoth good Robin,
« Till thou have told me thine. "
34.
“I dwell by dale and downe,” quoth Guye,
“And I have done many a curst turne;
And he that calles me by my right name,
Calles me Guye of good Gysborne. ”
35. “My dwelling is in the wood,” sayes Robin;
“By thee I set right nought;
My name is Robin Hood of Barnesdale,
A fellow thou hast long sought. ”
36. He that had neither beene a kithe nor kin
Might have seene a full fayre sight.
To see how together these yeomen went,
With blades both browne and bright.
37. To have seene how these yeomen together fought
Two howers of a summer's day;
It was neither Guy nor Robin Hood
That fettled them to flye away.
38. Robin was reacheles' on a roote,
And stumbled at that tyde,
And Guy was quicke and nimble with-all,
And hitt him ore the left side.
"Garlande, perhaps the ring within which the prick was set »; and the
pricke-wande perhaps a pole or stick. The terms are not easy to understand
clearly.
? Reckless, careless.
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THE BALLAD
1317
39. «Ah, deere Lady! ” sayd Robin Hoode,
«Thou art both mother and may! 1
I thinke it was never man's destinye
To dye before his day. ”
40. Robin thought on Our Lady deere,
And soone leapt up againe,
And thus he came with an awkwarde? stroke;
Good Sir Guy hee has slayne.
41. He tooke Sir Guy's head by the hayre,
And sticked it on his bowe's end:
« Thou has beene traytor all thy life,
Which thing must have an ende. ”
42. Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe,
And nicked Sir Guy in the face,
That he was never ons a woman borne
Could tell who Sir Guye was.
43. Saies, Lye there, lye there, good Sir Guye,
And with me not wrothe;
If thou have had the worse stroakes at my hand,
Thou shalt have the better cloathe.
44. Robin did off his gowne of greene,
Sir Guye he did it throwe;
And he put on that capull-hyde
That clad him topp to toe.
45.
« Tis bowe, the arrowes, and litle horne,
And with me now I'll beare;
For now I will goe to Barnesdale,
To see how my men doe fare. ”
46. Robin sett Guye's horne to his mouth,
A lowd blast in it he did blow;
That beheard the sheriffe of Nottingham,
As he leaned under a lowe.
47.
« Hearken! hearken! ” sayd the sheriffe,
“I heard noe tydings but good;
For yonder I heare Sir Guye's horne blowe,
For he hath slaine Robin Hoode.
"Maiden.
· Dangerous, or perhaps simply backward, backhanded.
On is frequently used for of.
* Hillock.
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1318
THE BALLAD
48.
“For yonder I heare Sir Guye's horne blowe,
It blowes soe well in tyde,
For yonder comes that wighty yeoman
Cladd in his capull-hyde.
49.
« Come hither, thou good Sir Guy,
Aske of mee what thou wilt have :)
«I'll none of thy gold,” sayes Robin Hood,
"Nor I'll none of it have.
50.
“But now I have slaine the master,” he sayd,
“Let me goe strike the knave;
This is all the reward I aske,
Nor noe other will I have. ”
51.
« Thou art a madman,” said the sheriffe,
« Thou sholdest have had a knight's fee;
Seeing thy asking hath beene soe badd,
Well granted it shall be. ”
52. But Litle John heard his master speake,
Well he knew that was his steven;'
“Now shall I be loset,” quoth Litle John,
“With Christ's might in heaven. ”
53.
But Robin hee hyed him towards Litle John,
Hee thought hee wold loose him belive;
The sheriffe and all his companye
Fast after him did drive.
54.
«Stand abacke! stand abacke! ” sayd Robin;
«Why draw you mee soe neere?
It was never the use in our countrye
One's shrift another should heere. »
55.
But Robin pulled forth an Irysh kniffe,
And losed John hand and foote,
And gave him Sir Guye's bow in his hand,
And bade it be his boote.
56. But John tooke Guye's bow in his hand
(His arrowes were rawstye? by the roote);
The sherriffe saw Litle John draw a bow
And fettle him to shoote.
57. Towards his house in Nottingham
He fled full fast away,
i Voice.
2 Rusty
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THE BALLAD
1319
And so did all his companye,
Not one behind did stay.
58. But he cold neither soe fast goe,
Nor away soe fast runn,
But Litle John, with an arrow broade,
Did cleave his heart in twinn.
THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT
[This is the older and better version of the famous ballad. The younger
version was the subject of Addison's papers in the Spectator. ]
I.
THE
HE Percy out of Northumberlande,
and a vowe to God mayd he
That he would hunte in the mountayns
of Cheviot within days thre,
In the magger' of doughty Douglas,
and all that ever with him be.
2.
The fattiste hartes in all Cheviot
he sayd he would kyll, and cary them away:
«Be my feth,” sayd the doughty Douglas agayn,
“I will let? that hontyng if that I may. ”
3. Then the Percy out of Banborowe cam,
with him a myghtee meany,
With fifteen hondred archares bold of blood and bone;
they were chosen out of shyars thre.
4. This began on a Monday at morn,
in Cheviot the hillys so he;
The chyld may rue that ys unborn,
it was the more pittë.
5. The dryvars thorowe the woodës went,
for to reas the deer;
Bowmen byckarte uppone the bent*
with their browd arrows cleare.
6. Then the wyld thorowe the woodës went,
on every sydë shear;
Greahondës thorowe the grevis glent,5
for to kyll their deer.
7. This begane in Cheviot the hyls abone,
yerly on a Monnyn-day:
1 (Maugre, in spite of. ? Hinder. 3 Company.
*Skirmished on the field. 5 Ran through the groves.
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1320
THE BALLAD
Be that it drewe to the hour of noon,
a hondred fat hartës ded ther lay.
8. They blewe a mort? uppone the bent,
they semblyde on sydis shear;
To the quyrry then the Percy went,
to see the bryttlynge? of the deere.
9. He sayd, “It was the Douglas promys
this day to met me hear;
But I wyste he wolde faylle, verament;"
a great oth the Percy swear.
IO.
At the laste a squyar of Northumberlande
lokyde at his hand full ny;
He was war a the doughtie Douglas commynge,
with him a myghtë meany.
II.
Both with spear, bylle, and brande,
yt was a myghtë sight to se;
Hardyar men, both of hart nor hande,
were not in Cristiantë.
12.
They were twenty hondred spear-men good,
withoute any fail;
They were borne along be the water a Twyde,
yth bowndës of Tividale.
13. “Leave of the brytlyng of the deer,” he said,
«and to your bows look ye tayk good hede;
For never sithe ye were on your mothers borne
had ye never so mickle nede. ”
14.
The doughty Douglas on a stede,
he rode alle his men beforne;
His armor glytteyrde as dyd a glede;'
a boldar barne was never born.
15. «Tell me whose men ye are,” he says,
(or whose men that ye be:
Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Cheviot chays,
in the spyt of myn and of me. ”
16. The first man that ever him an answer mayd,
yt was the good lord Percy:
“We wyll not tell the whose men we are,” he says,
(nor whose men that we be;
1 Blast blown when game is killed.
? Quartering, cutting.
3 Flame.
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THE BALLAD
1321
But we wyll hounte here in this chays,
in spyt of thyne and of the.
17.
« The fattiste hartës in all Cheviot
we have kyld, and cast to carry them away:
Be my troth,” sayd the doughty Douglas agayn,
“therefor the tone of us shall die this day. ”
18.
Then sayd the doughtë Douglas
unto the lord Percy,
« To kyll alle thes giltles men,
alas, it wear great pittë!
19. “But, Percy, thowe art a lord of lande,
I am a yerle callyd within my contrë;
Let all our men uppone a parti stande,
and do the battell of the and of me. ”
20.
“Nowe Cristes curse on his crowne," sayd the lord!
Percy,
« whosoever thereto says nay;
Be my troth, doughty Douglas," he says,
thow shalt never se that day.
21.
“Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nor France,
nor for no man of a woman born,
But, and fortune be my chance,
I dar met him, one man for one. ”
22.
Then bespayke a squyar of Northumberlande,
Richard Wytharyngton was his name:
« It shall never be told in Sothe-Ynglonde,” he says,
“To Kyng Herry the Fourth for shame.
23. “I wat youe byn great lordës twa,
I am a poor squyar of lande:
I wylle never se my captayne fyght on a fylde,
and stande my selffe and looke on,
But whylle I may my weppone welde,
I wylle not fayle both hart and hande. )
24. That day, that day, that dredfull day!
the first fit here I fynde;?
And you wyll hear any more a the hountyng a the
Cheviot
yet ys ther mor behynde.
Perhaps “finish. »
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1322
THE BALLAD
25.
The Yngglyshe men had their bowys ybent,
ther hartes were good yenoughe;
The first of arrows that they shote off,
seven skore spear-men they sloughe.
26. Yet bides the yerle Douglas upon the bent,
a captayne good yenoughe,
And that was sene verament,
for he wrought hem both wo and wouche.
27. The Douglas partyd his host in thre,
like a chief chieftain of pryde;
With sure spears of myghtty tre,
they cum in on every syde:
28. Throughe our Yngglyshe archery
gave many a wounde fulle wyde;
Many a doughty they garde to dy,
which ganyde them no pryde.
29.
The Ynglyshe men let ther bowës be,
and pulde out brandes that were brighte;
It was a heavy syght to se
bryght swordes on basnites lyght.
1
30.
Thorowe ryche male and myneyeple,
many sterne they strocke down straight;
Many a freyke? that was fulle fre,
there under foot dyd lyght.
31.
At last the Douglas and the Percy met,
lyk to captayns of myght and of mayne;
The swapte together tylle they both swat,
with swordes that were of fine milan.
32. These worthy freckys for to fyght,
ther-to they were fulle fayne,
Tylle the bloode out off their basnetes sprente,
as ever dyd hail or rayn.
33.
« Yield thee, Percy,” sayd the Douglas,
(and i faith I shalle thee brynge
Where thowe shalte have a yerls wagis
of Jamy our Scottish kynge.
34. “Thou shalte have thy ransom fre,
I hights the here this thinge;
«A gauntlet covering hand and forearm. ) 2 Man. 3Promise.
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THE BALLAD
1323
For the manfullyste man yet art thow
that ever I conqueryd in fielde fighttynge. ”
35. "Nay,” sayd the lord Percy,
«I tolde it thee beforne,
That I wolde never yeldyde be
to no man of a woman born. ”
36. With that ther came an arrow hastely,
forthe off a myghtty wane;1
It hath strekene the yerle Douglas
in at the brest-bane.
37. Thorowe lyvar and lungës bothe
the sharpe arrowe ys gane,
That never after in all his lyfe-days
he spayke mo wordës but ane:
That was, “Fyghte ye, my myrry men, whyllys ye
may,
for my lyfe-days ben gane. ”
The Percy leanyde on his brande,
and sawe the Douglas de;
He tooke the dead man by the hande,
and said, “Wo ys me for thee!
38.
39. "To have savyde thy lyfe, I would have partyde
with
my landes for years three,
For a better man, of hart nor of hande,
was not in all the north contrë. ”
40.
Of all that see a Scottish knyght,
was callyd Sir Hewe the Monggombyrry;
He saw the Douglas to the death was dyght,
he spendyd a spear, a trusti tree.
He rode upon a corsiare
throughe a hondred archery:
He never stynttyde nor never blane, a
till he came to the good lord Percy.
41.
42.
He set upon the lorde Percy
a dynte that was full sore;
With a sure spear of a myghttë tree
clean thorow the body he the Percy ber,'
43. A the tother syde that a man might see
a large cloth-yard and mare:
Meaning uncertain. 2 Stopped. 3Pierced.
## p. 1324 (#114) ###########################################
1324
THE BALLAD
Two better captayns were not in Cristiantë
than that day slain were there.
44.
An archer off Northumberlande
saw slain was the lord Percy;
He bore a bende bowe in his hand,
was made of trusti tree;
45.
An arrow, that a cloth-yarde was long,
to the harde stele halyde he;
A dynt that was both sad and soar
he set on Sir Hewe the Monggombyrry.
46. The dynt yt was both sad and sore,
that he of Monggombyrry set;
The swane-fethars that his arrowe bar
with his hart-blood they were wet.
47.
There was never a freak one foot wolde flee,
but still in stouri dyd stand,
Hewyng on eache other, whyle they myghte dree,
with many a balefull brande.
48. This battell begane in Cheviot
an hour before the none,
And when even-songe bell was rang,
the battell was not half done.
.
•
49. They took
on either hande
by the lyght of the mone;
Many hade no strength for to stande,
in Cheviot the hillys abon.
50.
Of fifteen hundred archers of Ynglonde
went away but seventy and three;
Of twenty hundred spear-men of Scotlonde,
but even five and fifty.
51. But all were slayne Cheviot within;
they had no strength to stand on hy;
The chylde may rue that ys unborne,
it was the more pittë.
52. There was slayne, withe the lord Percy,
Sir John of Agerstone,
Sir Rogar, the hinde Hartly,
Sir Wyllyam, the bold Hearone.
I Stress of battle.
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THE BALLAD
1325
53. Sir George, the worthy Loumle,
a knyghte of great renown,
Sir Raff, the ryche Rugbe,
with dyntes were beaten downe.
54.
For Wetharryngton my harte was wo,
that ever he slayne shulde be;
For when both his leggis were hewyn in to,
yet he kneeled and fought on hys knee.
55.
There was slayne, with the doughty Douglas,
Sir Hewe the Monggombyrry,
Sir Davy Lwdale, that worthy was,
his sister's son was he.
56. Sir Charles a Murrë in that place,
that never a foot wolde fle;
Sir Hewe Maxwelle, a lorde he was,
with the Douglas dyd he die.
57.
So on the morrowe they mayde them biers
off birch and hasell so gray;
Many widows, with weepyng tears,
came to fetch ther makys' away.
58. Tivydale may carpe of care,
Northumberland may mayk great moan,
For two such captayns as slayne were there,
on the March-parti shall never be none.
59. Word ys commen to Eddenburrowe,
to Jamy the Scottische kynge,
That doughty Douglas, lyff-tenant of the Marches,
he lay slean Cheviot within.
60. His handdës dyd he weal and wryng,
he sayd, “Alas, and woe ys me!
Such an othar captayn Skotland within,"
he sayd, “i-faith should never be. ”
61. Worde ys commyn to lovely Londone,
till the fourth Harry our kynge.
That lord Percy, leyff-tenante of the Marchis
he lay slayne Cheviot within.
62. «God have merci on his soule,” sayde Kyng Harry,
"good lord, yf thy will it be!
1 Mates.
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1326
THE BALLAD
I have a hondred captayns in Ynglonde,” he sayd,
as good as ever was he:
But Percy. and I brook my lyfe,
thy deth well quyte shall be. ”
63. As our noble kynge mayd his avowe,
lyke a noble prince of renown,
For the deth of the lord Percy
he dyd the battle of Hombyll-down;
64. Where syx and thirty Skottishe knyghtes
on a day were beaten down:
Glendale glytteryde on their armor bryght,
over castille, towar, and town.
65. This was the hontynge of the Cheviot,
that teari begane this spurn;
Old men that knowen the grownde well enoughe
call it the battell of Otterburn.
66. At Otterburn begane this spurne
upon a Monnynday:
There was the doughty Douglas slean,
the Percy never went away.
67. There was never a tyme on the Marche-partës
sen the Douglas and the Percy met,
But yt ys mervele and the rede blude ronne not,
as the rain does in the stret.
68. Jesus Christ our balës? bete,
and to the bliss us bring!
Thus was the hunting of the Cheviot;
God send us alle good ending!
JOHNIE COCK
1.
U
P JOHNIE raise' in a May morning,
Calld for water to wash his hands,
And he has called for his gude gray hounds
That lay bound in iron bands, bands,
That lay bound in iron bands.
2.
“Ye'll busk,“ ye'll busk my noble dogs,
Ye'll busk and make them boun,"
That there (? ). ? Evils. 3 Rose. “Prepare. "Ready.
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THE BALLAD
1327
For I'm going to the Braidscaur hill
To ding the dun deer doun. ”
3. Johnie's mother has gotten word o' that,
And care-bed she has ta'en:
“O Johnie, for my benison,
I beg you'l stay at hame;
For the wine so red, and the well-baken bread,
My Johnie shall want nane.
4.
« There are seven forsters at Pickeram Side,
At Pickeram where they dwell,
And for a drop of thy heart's bluid
They wad ride the fords of hell. ”
5. But Johnie has cast off the black velvet,
And put on the Lincoln twine,
And he is on the goode greenwood
As fast as he could gang.
6. Johnie lookit east, and Johnie lookit west,
And he lookit aneath the sun,
And there he spied the dun deer sleeping
Aneath a buss o' whun. ?
7. Johnie shot, and the dun deer lap,3
And she lap wondrous wide,
Until they came to the wan water,
And he stem'd her of her pride.
8.
He has ta'en out the little pen-knife,
'Twas full three quarters long,
And he has ta'en out of that dun deer
The liver but and the tongue.
9. They eat of the flesh, and they drank of the blood,
And the blood it was so sweet,
Which caused Johnie and his bloody hounds
To fall in a deep sleep.
IO.
By then came an old palmer,
And an ill death may he die!
For he's away to Pickeram Side
As fast as he can drie. 6
1 Has fallen ill with anxiety.
? Bush of whin, furze.
3 Leaped.
* Quarter - the fourth part of a yard.
5 « But and » as well as,
• Bear, endure.
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11.
«What news, what news? ” says the Seven Forsters,
“What news have ye brought to me ? ”
“I have no news,” the palmer said,
« But what I saw with my eye.
I 2.
“As I came in by Braidisbanks,
And down among the whuns,
The bonniest youngster e'er I saw
Lay sleepin amang his hunds.
13.
« The shirt that was upon his back
Was o' the holland fine;
The doublet which was over that
Was o' the Lincoln twine. "
14. Up bespake the Seven Forsters,
Up bespake they ane and a':
“O that is Johnie o' Cockleys Well,
And near him we will draw. ”
15. O the first stroke that they gae him,
They struck him off by the knee;
Then up bespake his sister's son:
“O the next 'll gar' him die! ”
16.
“O some they count ye well wight men,
But I do count ye nane;
For you might well ha' waken'd me,
And ask'd gin I wad be ta'en.
17.
« The wildest wolf as in a' this wood
Wad not ha' done so by me;
She'd ha' wet her foot i' the wan water,
And sprinkled it o'er my brae,
And if that wad not ha' waken'd ine,
She wad ha' gone and let me be.
18. “O bows of yew, if ye be true,
In London, where ye were bought,
Fingers five, get up belive,?
Manhuid shall fail me nought. ”
19. He has kill'd the Seven Forsters,
He has kill'd them all but ane,
And that wan scarce to Pickeram Side,
To carry the bode-words hame.
Make, cause.
? Quickly.
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20.
“Is there never a [bird) in a' this wood
That will tell what I can say;
That will go to Cockleys Well,
Tell my mither to fetch me away? ”
There was a [bird] into that wood,
That carried the tidings away,
And many ael was the well-wight man
At the fetching o' Johnie away.
21.
SIR PATRICK SPENS
I.
Tthe :
He king sits in Dumferling toune,
Drinking the blude-reid wine:
“O whar will I get guid sailor,
To sail this ship of mine ? ”
2. Up and spak an eldern knight,
Sat at the kings right kne:
«Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor,
That sails upon the sea. ”
3. The king has written a braid letter,”
And sign'd it wi' his hand,
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,
Was walking on the sand.
The first line that Sir Patrick read,
A loud laugh laughed he;
The next line that Sir Patrick read,
The tear blinded his ee.
5.
« O wha is this has done this deed,
This ill deed done to me,
To send me out this time o' the year,
To sail upon the sea!
6. “Make haste, make haste, my mirry men all,
Our guide ship sails the morne :)
“O say na sae, my master dear,
For I fear a deadlie storme.
7.
“Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone,
Wi' the auld moone in hir arme,
i One.
2 «A braid letter, open or patent, in opposition to close rolls. ” — Percy.
3 Note that it is the sight of the new moon late in the evening which
makes a bad omen.
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And I fear, I fear, my dear master,
That we will come to harme. ”
8.
9.
O our Scots nobles were right laith
To weet their cork-heeled shoone;
But lang owre a' the play wer play'd,
Their hats they swam aboone.
O lang, lang may their ladies sit,
W' their fans into their hand,
Or e'er they see Sir Patrick Spens
Cum sailing to the land.
O lang, lang may the ladies stand,
Wi’ their gold kems? in their hair,
Waiting for their ain dear lords,
For they'll se thame na mair.
Half owre, half owre to Aberdour,
It's fiftie fadom deep,
And their lies guid Sir Patrick Spens,
Wi' the Scots lords at his feet.
10.
II.
THE BONNY EARL OF MURRAY?
