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قراءة كتاب English and Scottish Ballads, Volume 4 (of 8)
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class="i2">For surely this can never be;150
Nor ever shall I wed but her
That's done and dree'd so much for me."
Then out and spak the forenoon bride,—
"My lord, your love it changeth soon;
This morning I was made your bride,155
And another chose ere it be noon."
"My lord, your love it changeth soon;
This morning I was made your bride,155
And another chose ere it be noon."
"O hold thy tongue, thou forenoon bride;
Ye're ne'er a whit the worse for me;
And whan ye return to your own countrie,
A double dower I'll send with thee."160
Ye're ne'er a whit the worse for me;
And whan ye return to your own countrie,
A double dower I'll send with thee."160
He's taen Susie Pye by the white hand,
And gently led her up and down;
And ay as he kist her red rosy lips,
"Ye're welcome, jewel, to your own."
And gently led her up and down;
And ay as he kist her red rosy lips,
"Ye're welcome, jewel, to your own."
He's taen her by the milk-white hand,165
And led her to yon fountain stane;
He's changed her name from Susie Pye,
And he's call'd her his bonny love, Lady Jane.
And led her to yon fountain stane;
He's changed her name from Susie Pye,
And he's call'd her his bonny love, Lady Jane.
But when he came Lord Jockey before,
He kneeled lowly on his knee:
"What news, what news, thou Tommy Pots,
Thou art so full of courtesie?"
He kneeled lowly on his knee:
"What news, what news, thou Tommy Pots,
Thou art so full of courtesie?"
The Lovers' Quarrel, v. 133-136.
YOUNG BEKIE.
Young Bekie was as brave a knight
As ever sail'd the sea;
And he's doen him to the court o' France,
To serve for meat and fee.
As ever sail'd the sea;
And he's doen him to the court o' France,
To serve for meat and fee.
He hadna been in the court o' France5
A twelvemonth nor sae lang,
Till he fell in love wi' the king's daughter,
And was thrown in prison strang.
A twelvemonth nor sae lang,
Till he fell in love wi' the king's daughter,
And was thrown in prison strang.
The king he had but ae daughter,
Burd Isbel was her name;10
And she has to the prison gane,
To hear the prisoner's mane.
Burd Isbel was her name;10
And she has to the prison gane,
To hear the prisoner's mane.
"O gin a lady wad borrow me,
At her stirrup I wad rin;
Or gin a widow wad borrow me,15
I wad swear to be her son.
At her stirrup I wad rin;
Or gin a widow wad borrow me,15
I wad swear to be her son.
"Or gin a virgin wad borrow me,
I wad wed her wi' a ring;
I'd gi'e her ha's, I'd gi'e her bowers,
The bonny towers o' Linne."20
I wad wed her wi' a ring;
I'd gi'e her ha's, I'd gi'e her bowers,
The bonny towers o' Linne."20
O barefoot barefoot gaed she but,
And barefoot cam she ben;
It wasna for want o' hose and shoon,
Nor time to put them on;
And barefoot cam she ben;
It wasna for want o' hose and shoon,
Nor time to put them on;
But a' for fear that her father25
Had heard her makin' din;
For she's stown the keys of the prison,
And gane the dungeon within.
Had heard her makin' din;
For she's stown the keys of the prison,
And gane the dungeon within.
And when she saw him, young Bekie,
Wow, but her heart was sair!30
For the mice, but and the bald rattons,
Had eaten his yellow hair.
Wow, but her heart was sair!30
For the mice, but and the bald rattons,
Had eaten his yellow hair.
She's gotten him a shaver for his beard,
A comber till his hair;
Five hundred pound in his pocket,35
To spend, and nae to spare.
A comber till his hair;
Five hundred pound in his pocket,35
To spend, and nae to spare.
She's gi'en him a steed was good in need,
And a saddle o' royal bane;
A leash o' hounds o' ae litter,
And Hector called ane.40
And a saddle o' royal bane;
A leash o' hounds o' ae litter,
And Hector called ane.40
Atween thir twa a vow was made,
'Twas made full solemnlie,
That or three years were come and gane,
Weel married they should be.
'Twas made full solemnlie,
That or three years were come and gane,
Weel married they should be.
He hadna been in's ain countrie45
A twelvemonth till an end,
Till he's forced to marry a duke's daughter,
Or than lose a' his land.
A twelvemonth till an end,
Till he's forced to marry a duke's daughter,
Or than lose a' his land.
"Ochon, alas!" says young Bekie,
"I kenna what to dee;50
For I canna win to Burd Isbel,
And she canna come to me."
"I kenna what to dee;50
For I canna win to Burd Isbel,
And she canna come to me."
O it fell out upon a day
Burd Isbel fell asleep,
And up it starts the Billy Blin,55
And stood at her bed feet.
Burd Isbel fell asleep,
And up it starts the Billy Blin,55
And stood at her bed feet.
"O waken, waken, Burd Isbel;
How can ye sleep so soun';
When this is Bekie's wedding day,
How can ye sleep so soun';
When this is Bekie's wedding day,
"Ye do ye till your mither's bower,
As fast as ye can gang;
And ye tak three o' your mother's marys,
To haud ye unthocht lang.
As fast as ye can gang;
And ye tak three o' your mother's marys,
To haud ye unthocht lang.
"Ye dress yoursel i' the red scarlet,65
And your marys in dainty green;
And ye put girdles about your middle
Wad buy an earldome.
And your marys in dainty green;
And ye put girdles about your middle
Wad buy an earldome.
"Syne ye gang down by yon sea-side,
And down by yon sea-strand;70
And bonny will the Hollans boats
Come rowin' till your hand.
And down by yon sea-strand;70
And bonny will the Hollans boats
Come rowin' till your hand.
"Ye set your milk-white foot on board,
Cry, 'Hail ye, Domine!'
Cry, 'Hail ye, Domine!'