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قراءة كتاب Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border Volume III (of 3) Consisting of Historical and Romantic Ballads, Collected In the Southern Counties of Scotland; With a Few Of Modern Date, Founded Upon Local Tradition. In Three Volumes. Vol. III.

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Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border Volume III (of 3)
Consisting of Historical and Romantic Ballads, Collected
In the Southern Counties of Scotland; With a Few Of Modern
Date, Founded Upon Local Tradition. In Three Volumes. Vol.
III.

Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border Volume III (of 3) Consisting of Historical and Romantic Ballads, Collected In the Southern Counties of Scotland; With a Few Of Modern Date, Founded Upon Local Tradition. In Three Volumes. Vol. III.

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Water Kelpie 383 Ellandonan Castle 399 Cadyow Castle 410 The Gray Brother 432 War Song of the Royal Edinburgh Light Dragoons 446 The Feast of Spurs 452 On a Visit paid to the Ruins of Melrose Abbey by the Countess of Dalkeith, and her Son, Lord Scott. 457 Archie Armstrong's Aith 460


MINSTRELSY
OF THE
SCOTTISH BORDER.
PART SECOND—CONTINUED.

ROMANTIC BALLADS.



FAUSE FOODRAGE.


King Easter has courted her for her lands,
King Wester for her fee;
King Honour for her comely face,
And for her fair bodie.
They had not been four months married,
As I have heard them tell,
Until the nobles of the land
Against them did rebel.
And they cast kevils[1] them amang,
And kevils them between;
And they cast kevils them amang,
Wha suld gae kill the king.
O some said yea, and some said nay,
Their words did not agree;
Till up and got him, Fause Foodrage,
And swore it suld be he.
When bells were rung, and mass was sung,
And a' men bound to bed,
King Honour and his gaye ladye
In a hie chamber were laid.
Then up and raise him, Fause Foodrage,
When a' were fast asleep,
And slew the porter in his lodge,
That watch and ward did keep.
O four and twenty silver keys
Hang hie upon a pin;
And aye, as ae door he did unlock,
He has fastened it him behind.
Then up and raise him, King Honour,
Says—"What means a' this din?
"Or what's the matter, Fause Foodrage,
"Or wha has loot you in?"
"O ye my errand weel sall learn,
"Before that I depart."
Then drew a knife, baith lang and sharp,
And pierced him to the heart.
Then up and got the queen hersell,
And fell low down on her knee:
"O spare my life, now, Fause Foodrage!
"For I never injured thee.
"O spare my life, now, Fause Foodrage,
"Until I lighter be!
"And see gin it be lad or lass,
"King Honour has left me wi'."
"O gin it be a lass," he says,
"Weel nursed it sall be;
"But gin it be a lad bairn,
"He sall be hanged hie.
"I winna spare for his tender age,
"Nor yet for his hie hie kin;
"But soon as e'er he born is,
"He sall mount the gallows pin."
O four and twenty valiant knights
Were set the queen to guard;
And four stood aye at her bour door,
To keep both watch and ward.
But when the time drew near an end,
That she suld lighter be,
She cast about to find a wile,
To set her body free.
O she has birled these merry young men
With the ale but and the wine,
Until they were as deadly drunk
As any wild wood swine.
"O narrow, narrow, is this window,
"And big, big, am I grown!"
Yet, through the might of Our Ladye,
Out at it she has gone.
She wandered up, she wandered down,
She wandered out and in;
And, at last, into the very swine's stythe,
The queen brought forth a son.
Then they cast kevils them amang,
Which suld gae seek the queen;
And the kevil fell upon Wise William,
And he sent his wife for him.
O when she saw Wise William's wife,
The queen fell on her knee;
"Win up, win up, madame!" she

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