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قراءة كتاب English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 2 (of 8)
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sonne.
"Awake, awake, my deere master,
The cock hath well-nigh crowen;
Awake, awake, my master deere,55
I hold it time to be gone.
The cock hath well-nigh crowen;
Awake, awake, my master deere,55
I hold it time to be gone.
"For I have saddled your horsse, master,
Well bridled I have your steede,
And I have served you a good breakfast,
For thereof ye have need."60
Well bridled I have your steede,
And I have served you a good breakfast,
For thereof ye have need."60
Up then rose good Glasgerion,
And did on hose and shoone,
And cast a coller about his necke:
For he was a kinge his sonne.
And did on hose and shoone,
And cast a coller about his necke:
For he was a kinge his sonne.
And when he came to the ladyes chambere,65
He thrilled upon the pinne;
The ladye was more than true of promise,
And rose and let him inn.
He thrilled upon the pinne;
The ladye was more than true of promise,
And rose and let him inn.
"O whether have you left with me
Your bracelet or your glove?70
Or are you returned back againe
To know more of my love?"
Your bracelet or your glove?70
Or are you returned back againe
To know more of my love?"
Glasgerion swore a full great othe,
By oake, and ashe, and thorne;
"Ladye, I was never in your chambere,75
Sith the time that I was borne."
By oake, and ashe, and thorne;
"Ladye, I was never in your chambere,75
Sith the time that I was borne."
"O then it was your lither foot-page,
He hath beguiled mee:"
Then shee pulled forth a little pen-knìffe,
That hanged by her knee.80
He hath beguiled mee:"
Then shee pulled forth a little pen-knìffe,
That hanged by her knee.80
Sayes, "there shall never noe churlès blood
Within my bodye spring:
No churlès blood shall e'er defile
The daughter of a kinge."
Within my bodye spring:
No churlès blood shall e'er defile
The daughter of a kinge."
Home then went Glasgerion,85
And woe, good lord! was hee:
Sayes, "come thou hither, Jacke my boy,
Come hither unto mee.
And woe, good lord! was hee:
Sayes, "come thou hither, Jacke my boy,
Come hither unto mee.
"If I had killed a man to-night,
Jack, I would tell it thee:90
But if I have not killed a man to-night,
Jacke, thou hast killed three."
Jack, I would tell it thee:90
But if I have not killed a man to-night,
Jacke, thou hast killed three."
And he puld out his bright browne sword,
And dryed it on his sleeve,
And he smote off that lither ladds head,95
Who did his ladye grieve.
And dryed it on his sleeve,
And he smote off that lither ladds head,95
Who did his ladye grieve.
He sett the swords poynt till his brest,
The pummil untill a stone:
Throw the falsenesse of that lither ladd,
These three lives werne all gone.100
The pummil untill a stone:
Throw the falsenesse of that lither ladd,
These three lives werne all gone.100
GLENKINDIE.
From Jamieson's Popular Ballads and Songs, i. 91. The copy in the Thistle of Scotland, p. 31, is the same.
Glenkindie was ance a harper gude,
He harped to the king;
And Glenkindie was ance the best harper
That ever harp'd on a string.
He harped to the king;
And Glenkindie was ance the best harper
That ever harp'd on a string.
He'd harpit a fish out o' saut water,5
Or water out o' a stane;
Or milk out o' a maiden's breast,
That bairn had never nane.
Or water out o' a stane;
Or milk out o' a maiden's breast,
That bairn had never nane.
He's taen his harp intil his hand,
He harpit and he sang;10
And ay as he harpit to the king,
To haud him unthought lang.
He harpit and he sang;10
And ay as he harpit to the king,
To haud him unthought lang.
"I'll gie you a robe, Glenkindie,
A robe o' the royal pa',
Gin ye will harp i' the winter's night15
Afore my nobles a'."
A robe o' the royal pa',
Gin ye will harp i' the winter's night15
Afore my nobles a'."
And the king but and his nobles a'
Sat birling at the wine;
And he wad hae but his ae dochter,
To wait on them at dine.20
Sat birling at the wine;
And he wad hae but his ae dochter,
To wait on them at dine.20
He's taen his harp intill his hand,
He's harpit them a' asleep,
Except it was the young countess,
That love did waukin keep.
He's harpit them a' asleep,
Except it was the young countess,
That love did waukin keep.
And first he has harpit a grave tune,25
And syne he has harpit a gay; And mony a sich atween hands
I wat the lady gae.
And syne he has harpit a gay; And mony a sich atween hands
I wat the lady gae.
Says, "Whan day is dawen, and cocks hae crawen,
And wappit their wings sae wide,30
It's ye may come to my bower door,
And streek you by my side.
And wappit their wings sae wide,30
It's ye may come to my bower door,
And streek you by my side.
"But look that ye tell na Gib your man,
For naething that ye dee;
For, an ye tell him, Gib your man,35
He'll beguile baith you and me."
For naething that ye dee;
For, an ye tell him, Gib your man,35
He'll beguile baith you and me."