OI hae killed my reid-roan steid, "Your steid was auld, and ye hae gat mair, Edward, Edward, Your steid was auld, and ye hae gat mair, 4 Sum other dule3 ye drie O." "O I hae killed my fadir deir, OI hae killed my fadir deir, Mither, mither, "And whatten' penance wul ye drie for that, Edward, Edward, And whatten penance will ye drie for that? 66 Mither, mither, And what wul ye doe wi your towirs and your ha, Edward, Edward? And what wul you doe wi your towirs and your ha, That were sae fair to see O?" "Ile let thame stand tul they doun fa, Mither, mither, Ile let thame stand till they down fa, 66 And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife Edward, Edward? And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife, Whan ye gang ovir the sea O?" "The warldis room, late them beg thrae life, Mither, mither, "And what wul ye leive to your ain mither deir, "The curse of hell frae me sall ye beir, Mither, mither, The curse of hell frae me sall ye beir, They hadna pu'ed a flower but ane, He's taen the first sister by her hand, And he's turned her round and made her stand. "It's whether will ye be a rank robber's wife, "It's I'll not be a rank robber's wife, He's killed this may, and he's laid her by, He's taken the second ane by the hand, And he's turned her round and made her stand. "It's whether will ye be a rank robber's wife, Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife? 7 “I'll not be a rank robber's wife, He's killed this may, and he's laid her by, He's taken the youngest ane by the hand, Says, "Will ye be a rank robber's wife, Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife?" 66 “I'll not be a rank robber's wife, Nor will I die by your wee pen-knife. "For I hae a brother in this wood, And gin ye kill me, it's he'll kill thee." "What's thy brother's name? come tell to me.” "My brother's name is Baby Lon." 66 66 "O sister, sister, what have I done! "O since I've done this evil deed, He's taken out his wee pen-knife, And he's twyned' himsel o his ain sweet life. HIND HORN IN Scotland there was a babie born, And his name it was called young Hind Horn He sent a letter to our king That he was in love with his daughter Jean. 1 Shall. ⚫ Deprived. He's gien to her a silver wand, With seven living lavrocks' sitting thereon. She's gien to him a diamond ring, "When this ring grows pale and wan, You may know by it my love is gane." One day as he looked his ring upon, He left the sea and came to land, And the first that he met was an old beggar man. "What news, what news?" said young Hind Horn; "No news, no news," said the old beggar man. 66 "No news," said the beggar, no news at a', But there's a wedding in the king's ha. 66 But there is a wedding in the king's ha, That has halden these forty days and twa." 3 Will ye lend me your begging coat? And I'll lend you my scarlet cloak. "Will you lend me your beggar's rung? And I'll gie you my steed to ride upon. 4 The auld beggar man was bound for the mill, The auld beggar man was bound for to ride, 1 Larks. 2 Given. Been held. * Staff. When he came to the king's gate, He sought a drink for Hind Horn's sake. The bride came down with a glass of wine, When he drank out of the glass, and dropt in the ring. "O got ye this by sea or land? Or got ye it off a dead man's hand?" "I got not it by sea, I got it by land, And I got it, madam, out of your own hand." "O I'll cast off my gowns of brown, "O I'll cast off my gowns of red, "Ye needna cast off your gowns of brown, "Ye needna cast off your gowns of red, The bridegroom he had wedded the bride, 8 LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET LORD THOMAS and Fair Annet Sate a' day on a hill; Whan night was cum, and sun was sett, Lord Thomas said a word in jest, Fair Annet took it ill: "A, I will nevir wed a wife Against my ain friends' will.” |