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Transcriber's Notes
Linenotes have been grouped at the end of each ballad. Linenote anchors have been added to the text which provide a link to the appropriate note.
Irregular and inconsistent spellings have been retained as in the original. Typographical errors such as wrongly placed line numbers, punctuation or inconsistent formatting have been corrected without comment. Where changes have been made to the wording these are listed at the end of the book.
ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH BALLADS.
EDITED BY
FRANCIS JAMES CHILD.
VOLUME II.
BOSTON:
LITTLE, BROWN AND COMPANY.
M.DCCC.LX.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1857, by Little, Brown and Company, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.
RIVERSIDE, CAMBRIDGE:
STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY
H. O. HOUGHTON AND COMPANY.
CONTENTS OF VOLUME SECOND.
BOOK II. Page 1 a. Glasgerion 3 1 b. Glenkindie 8 2 a. Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard 15 2 b. Lord Randal (A) 22 3 a. Gil Morrice 28 3 b. Child Noryce 40 4. Clerk Saunders 45 5 a. Sweet Willie and Lady Margerie 53 5 b. Willie and Lady Maisry 57 6. The Clerk's Twa Sons o' Owsenford 63 7. Childe Vyet 72 8. Lady Maisry 78 9 a. Fair Janet 86 9 b. Sweet Willie 93 10 a. Fair Annie of Lochroyan 98 10 b.
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class="pginternal" tag="{http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a">The Lass of Lochroyan 106 11. The Douglas Tragedy 114 12 a. Lord Thomas and Fair Ellinor 121 12 b. Lord Thomas and Fair Annet 125 12 c. Sweet Willie and Fair Annie 131 12 d. Fair Margaret and Sweet William 140 13 a. Sweet William's Ghost 145 13 b. William and Marjorie 149 13 c. Sweet William and May Margaret 152 14 a. Bonny Barbara Allan 155 14 b. Barbara Allen's Cruelty 158 15. Lord Lovel 162 16 a. Lord Salton and Auchanachie, [Maidment] 165 16 b. Lord Salton and Auchanachie, [Buchan] 167 17 a. Willie and May Margaret 171 17 b. The Drowned Lovers 175 18. Willie's Drowned in Gamery 181 19. Annan Water 186 20 a. Andrew Lammie 190 20 b.
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href="@public@vhost@g@gutenberg@html@files@37738@[email protected]#THE_TRUMPETER_OF_FYVIE" class="pginternal" tag="{http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a">The Trumpeter of Fyvie 201 21. Fair Helen of Kirconnel 207 22. The Lowlands of Holland 213 BOOK III. 1 a. The Twa Brothers 219 1 b. Edward, Edward 225 1 c. Son Davie, Son Davie 228 2 a. The Cruel Sister 231 2 b. The Twa Sisters 238 3 a. Lord Donald 244 3 b. Lord Randal (B) 248 4 a. The Cruel Brother, [Jamieson] 251 4 b. The Cruel Brother, [Herd] 257 5 a. Lady Anne 262 5 b. Fine Flowers in the Valley 265 5 c. The Cruel Mother, [Motherwell] 267 5 d. The Cruel Mother, [Kinloch] 269 6. May Colvin 271 7 a. Babylon 277 7 b. Duke of Perth's Three Daughters 281 8.
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tag="{http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml}a">Jellon Grame 285 9. Young Johnstone 291 10. Young Benjie 298 APPENDIX. Lord Barnaby 307 Child Maurice 313 Clerk Saunders 318 Lord Wa'yates and Auld Ingram 326 Sweet Willie and Fair Maisry 332 Lady Marjorie 338 Leesome Brand 342 The Youth of Rosengord 347 The Blood-Stained Son 350 The Twa Brothers 353 The Miller and the King's Daughter 357 The Bonny Bows o' London 360 The Croodlin Doo 363 The Snake-Cook 364 The Child's Last Will 366 The Three Knights 368 The Cruel Mother 372
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The Minister's Dochter o' Newarke 376 Bondsey and Maisry 379 Ladye Diamond 382 The West-Country Damosel's Complaint 384 The Brave Earl Brand and the King of England's Daughter 388 La Vendicatrice—supplement to May Colvin 392 Glossary 395
BOOK II.
GLASGERION.
The two following ballads have the same subject, and perhaps had a common original. The "Briton Glaskyrion" is honourably mentioned as a harper by Chaucer, in company with Chiron, Orion, and Orpheus, (House of Fame, B. iii. v. 118,) and with the last he is also associated, as Mr. Finlay has pointed out, by Bishop Douglas, in the Palice of Honour. "The Scottish writers," says Jamieson, "adapting the name to their own meridian, call him Glenkindy, Glenskeenie, &c."
Glasgerion is reprinted from Percy's Reliques, iii. 83.
Glasgerion was a kings owne sonne,
And a harper he was goode;
He harped in the kings chambere,
Where cuppe and caudle stoode,
And a harper he was goode;
He harped in the kings chambere,
Where cuppe and caudle stoode,
And soe did hee in the queens chambere,5
Till ladies waxed wood,
Till ladies waxed wood,
And then bespake the kinges daughter,
And these wordes thus shee sayd:—
And these wordes thus shee sayd:—
"Strike on, strike on, Glasgerion,
Of thy striking doe not blinne;10
Theres never a stroke comes oer thy harpe,
But it glads my hart withinne."
Of thy striking doe not blinne;10
Theres never a stroke comes oer thy harpe,
But it glads my hart withinne."
"Faire might him fall, ladye," quoth hee,
"Who taught you nowe to speake!
I have loved you, ladye, seven longe yeere,15
My harte I neere durst breake."
"Who taught you nowe to speake!
I have loved you, ladye, seven longe yeere,15
My harte I neere durst breake."
"But come to my bower, my Glasgerion,
When all men are att rest:
As I am a ladie true of my promise,
Thou shalt bee a welcome guest."20
When all men are att rest:
As I am a ladie true of my promise,
Thou shalt bee a welcome guest."20
Home then came Glasgerion,
A glad man, lord! was hee:
"And, come thou hither, Jacke my boy,
Come hither unto mee.
A glad man, lord! was hee:
"And, come thou hither, Jacke my boy,
Come hither unto mee.
"For the kinges daughter of Normandye25
Hath granted mee my boone;
And att her chambere must I bee
Beffore the cocke have crowen."
Hath granted mee my boone;
And att her chambere must I bee
Beffore the cocke have crowen."
"O master, master," then quoth hee,
"Lay your head downe on this stone;30
For I will waken you, master deere,
Afore it be time to gone."
"Lay your head downe on this stone;30
For I will waken you, master deere,
Afore it be time to gone."
But up then rose that lither ladd,
And hose and shoone did on;
A coller he cast upon his necke,35
Hee seemed a gentleman.
And hose and shoone did on;
A coller he cast upon his necke,35
Hee seemed a gentleman.
And when he came to the ladyes chamber,
He thrild upon a pinn:
The lady was true of her promise,
And rose and lett him inn.40
He thrild upon a pinn:
The lady was true of her promise,
And rose and lett him inn.40
He did not take the lady gaye
To boulster nor to bed:
[Nor thoughe hee had his wicked wille,
A single word he sed.]
To boulster nor to bed:
[Nor thoughe hee had his wicked wille,
A single word he sed.]
He did not kisse that ladyes mouthe,45
Nor when he came, nor yode:
And sore that ladye did mistrust,
He was of some churls bloud.
Nor when he came, nor yode:
And sore that ladye did mistrust,
He was of some churls bloud.
But home then came that lither ladd,
And did off his hose and shoone;50
And cast the coller from off his necke:
He was but a churlès
And did off his hose and shoone;50
And cast the coller from off his necke:
He was but a churlès
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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
13, him fall.
77, MS. litle.
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."
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He's taen his harp intill his hand;
He harpit and he sang;
And he is hame to Gib his man,
As fast as he could gang.40
He harpit and he sang;
And he is hame to Gib his man,
As fast as he could gang.40
"O mith I tell you, Gib, my man,
Gin I a man had slain?"
"O that ye micht, my gude master,
Altho' ye had slain ten."
Gin I a man had slain?"
"O that ye micht, my gude master,
Altho' ye had slain ten."
"Then tak ye tent now, Gib, my man,45
My bidden for to dee;
And, but an ye wauken me in time,
Ye sall be hangit hie.
My bidden for to dee;
And, but an ye wauken me in time,
Ye sall be hangit hie.
"Whan day has dawen, and cocks hae crawen,
And wappit their wings sae wide,50
I'm bidden gang till yon lady's bower,
And streek me by her side."
And wappit their wings sae wide,50
I'm bidden gang till yon lady's bower,
And streek me by her side."
"Gae hame to your bed, my good master;
Ye've waukit, I fear, o'er lang;
For I'll wauken you in as good time,55
As ony cock i' the land."
Ye've waukit, I fear, o'er lang;
For I'll wauken you in as good time,55
As ony cock i' the land."
He's taen his harp intill his hand,
He harpit and he sang,
Until he harpit his master asleep,
Syne fast awa did gang.60
He harpit and he sang,
Until he harpit his master asleep,
Syne fast awa did gang.60
And he is till that lady's bower,
As fast as he could rin;
When he cam till that lady's bower,
He chappit at the chin.
As fast as he could rin;
When he cam till that lady's bower,
He chappit at the chin.
"O wha is this," says that lady,65
"That opens nae and comes in?"
"It's I, Glenkindie, your ain true love,
O open and lat me in!"
"That opens nae and comes in?"
"It's I, Glenkindie, your ain true love,
O open and lat me in!"
She kent he was nae gentle knicht
That she had latten in;70
For neither whan he gaed nor cam,
Kist he her cheek or chin.
That she had latten in;70
For neither whan he gaed nor cam,
Kist he her cheek or chin.
He neither kist her whan he cam,
Nor clappit her when he gaed;
And in and at her bower window,75
The moon shone like the gleed.
Nor clappit her when he gaed;
And in and at her bower window,75
The moon shone like the gleed.
"O, ragged is your hose, Glenkindie,
And riven is your sheen,
And reavel'd is your yellow hair
That I saw late yestreen."80
And riven is your sheen,
And reavel'd is your yellow hair
That I saw late yestreen."80
"The stockings they are Gib my man's,
They came first to my hand;
And this is Gib my man's shoon;
At my bed feet they stand.
I've reavell'd a' my yellow hair85
Coming against the wind."
They came first to my hand;
And this is Gib my man's shoon;
At my bed feet they stand.
I've reavell'd a' my yellow hair85
Coming against the wind."
He's taen the harp intill his hand,
He harpit and he sang,
Until he cam to his master,
As fast as he could gang.90
He harpit and he sang,
Until he cam to his master,
As fast as he could gang.90
"Won up, won up, my good master;
I fear ye sleep o'er lang;
There's nae a cock in a' the land
But has wappit his wings and crawn."
I fear ye sleep o'er lang;
There's nae a cock in a' the land
But has wappit his wings and crawn."
Glenkindie's tane his harp in hand,95
He harpit and he sang,
And he has reach'd the lady's bower,
Afore that e'er he blan.
He harpit and he sang,
And he has reach'd the lady's bower,
Afore that e'er he blan.
When he cam to the lady's bower,
He chappit at the chin;100
"O, wha is that at my bower door,
That opens na and comes in?"
"It's I, Glenkindie, your ain true love,
And in I canna win."
He chappit at the chin;100
"O, wha is that at my bower door,
That opens na and comes in?"
"It's I, Glenkindie, your ain true love,
And in I canna win."
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"Forbid it, forbid it," says that lady,105
"That ever sic shame betide;
That I should first be a wild loon's lass,
And than a young knight's bride."
"That ever sic shame betide;
That I should first be a wild loon's lass,
And than a young knight's bride."
There was nae pity for that lady,
For she lay cald and dead;110
But a' was for him, Glenkindie,
In bower he must go mad.
For she lay cald and dead;110
But a' was for him, Glenkindie,
In bower he must go mad.
He'd harpit a fish out o' saut water;
The water out o' a stane;
The milk out o' a maiden's breast,115
That bairn had never nane.
The water out o' a stane;
The milk out o' a maiden's breast,115
That bairn had never nane.
He's taen his harp intill his hand;
Sae sweetly as it rang,
And wae and weary was to hear
Glenkindie's dowie sang.120
Sae sweetly as it rang,
And wae and weary was to hear
Glenkindie's dowie sang.120
But cald and dead was that lady,
Nor heeds for a' his maen;
An he wad harpit till domisday,
She'll never speak again.
Nor heeds for a' his maen;
An he wad harpit till domisday,
She'll never speak again.
He's taen his harp intill his hand;125
He harpit and he sang;
And he is hame to Gib his man
As fast as he could gang.
He harpit and he sang;
And he is hame to Gib his man
As fast as he could gang.
"Come forth, come forth, now, Gib, my man,
Till I pay you your fee;130
Come forth, come forth, now, Gib, my man;
Weel payit sall ye be!"
Till I pay you your fee;130
Come forth, come forth, now, Gib, my man;
Weel payit sall ye be!"
And he has taen him, Gib, his man,
And he has hang'd him hie;
And he's hangit him o'er his ain yate,135
As high as high could be.
And he has hang'd him hie;
And he's hangit him o'er his ain yate,135
As high as high could be.