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قراءة كتاب English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 3 (of 8)
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 5
Aberdeen, 1822.
"There are two ballads in Mr. Herd's MSS. upon the following story, in one of which the unfortunate knight is termed Young Huntin'. [See Appendix.] The best verses are selected from both copies, and some trivial alterations have been adopted from tradition." Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, iii. 184.
"O Lady, rock never your young son, young,
One hour langer for me;
For I have a sweetheart in Garlioch Wells,
I love far better than thee.
One hour langer for me;
For I have a sweetheart in Garlioch Wells,
I love far better than thee.
"The very sole o' that lady's foot5
Than thy face is far mair white:"
"But, nevertheless, now, Erl Richard,
Ye will bide in my bower a' night?"
Than thy face is far mair white:"
"But, nevertheless, now, Erl Richard,
Ye will bide in my bower a' night?"
She birled him with the ale and wine,
As they sat down to sup:10
A living man he laid him down,
But I wot he ne'er rose up.
As they sat down to sup:10
A living man he laid him down,
But I wot he ne'er rose up.
Then up and spake the popinjay,
That flew aboun her head;
"Lady! keep weel your green cleiding15
Frae gude Erl Richard's bleid."—
That flew aboun her head;
"Lady! keep weel your green cleiding15
Frae gude Erl Richard's bleid."—
"O better I'll keep my green cleiding
Frae gude Erl Richard's bleid,
Than thou canst keep thy clattering toung,
That trattles in thy head."20
Frae gude Erl Richard's bleid,
Than thou canst keep thy clattering toung,
That trattles in thy head."20
She has call'd upon her bower maidens,
She has call'd them ane by ane;
"There lies a dead man in my bour:
I wish that he were gane!"
She has call'd them ane by ane;
"There lies a dead man in my bour:
I wish that he were gane!"
They hae booted him, and spurred him,25
As he was wont to ride;—
A hunting-horn tied round his waist,
A sharpe sword by his side; And they hae had him to the wan water,
For a' men call it Clyde.30
As he was wont to ride;—
A hunting-horn tied round his waist,
A sharpe sword by his side; And they hae had him to the wan water,
For a' men call it Clyde.30
Then up and spoke the popinjay
That sat upon the tree—
"What hae ye done wi' Erl Richard?
Ye were his gay ladye."—
That sat upon the tree—
"What hae ye done wi' Erl Richard?
Ye were his gay ladye."—
"Come down, come down, my bonny bird,35
And sit upon my hand;
And thou sall hae a cage o' gowd,
Where thou hast but the wand."—
And sit upon my hand;
And thou sall hae a cage o' gowd,
Where thou hast but the wand."—
"Awa! awa! ye ill woman!
Nae cage o' gowd for me;40
As ye hae done to Erl Richard,
Sae wad ye do to me."
Nae cage o' gowd for me;40
As ye hae done to Erl Richard,
Sae wad ye do to me."
She hadna cross'd a rigg o' land,
A rigg but barely ane,
When she met wi' his auld father,45
Came riding all alane.
A rigg but barely ane,
When she met wi' his auld father,45
Came riding all alane.
"Where hae ye been, now, ladye fair,
Where hae ye been sae late?
We hae been seeking Erl Richard,
Where hae ye been sae late?
We hae been seeking Erl Richard,
"Erl Richard kens a' the fords in Clyde,
He'll ride them ane by ane;
And though the night was ne'er sae mirk,
Erl Richard will be hame."
He'll ride them ane by ane;
And though the night was ne'er sae mirk,
Erl Richard will be hame."
O it fell anes, upon a day,55
The King was boun to ride;
And he has mist him, Erl Richard,
Should hae ridden on his right side.
The King was boun to ride;
And he has mist him, Erl Richard,
Should hae ridden on his right side.
The ladye turn'd her round about,
Wi' mickle mournfu' din—60
"It fears me sair o' Clyde water,
That he is drown'd therein."—
Wi' mickle mournfu' din—60
"It fears me sair o' Clyde water,
That he is drown'd therein."—
"Gar douk, gar douk," the King he cried,
"Gar douk for gold and fee;
O wha will douk for Erl Richard's sake,65
Or wha will douk for me?"
"Gar douk for gold and fee;
O wha will douk for Erl Richard's sake,65
Or wha will douk for me?"
They douked in at ae weil-heid,
And out aye at the other;
"We can douk nae mair for Erl Richard,
Although he were our brother."70
And out aye at the other;
"We can douk nae mair for Erl Richard,
Although he were our brother."70
It fell that, in that ladye's castle,
The King was boun to bed;
And up and spake the popinjay,
That flew abune his head.
The King was boun to bed;
And up and spake the popinjay,
That flew abune his head.
"Leave aff your douking on the day,75
And douk upon the night;
And where that sackless knight lies slain,
The candles will burn bright."—
And douk upon the night;
And where that sackless knight lies slain,
The candles will burn bright."—
"O there's a bird within this bower,
That sings baith sad and sweet;80
O there's a bird within your bower,
Keeps me frae my night's sleep."
That sings baith sad and sweet;80
O there's a bird within your bower,
Keeps me frae my night's sleep."
They left the douking on the day,
And douk'd upon the night;
And where that sackless knight lay slain,85
The candles burned bright.
And douk'd upon the night;
And where that sackless knight lay slain,85
The candles burned bright.
The deepest pot in a' the linn,
They fand Erl Richard in; A green turf tyed across his breast,
To keep that gude lord down.90
They fand Erl Richard in; A green turf tyed across his breast,
To keep that gude lord down.90