Chapter XI: Appendix (2)

"I'l not quite my plaid for my life,
_Ba, ba_, &c. 70
It haps my seven bairns and my wife.
_The wind shall not blow my plaid awa._"

"My maidenhead I'l then keep still,
_Ba, ba_, &c.
Let the Elphin Knight do what he will. 75
_The wind's not blown my plaid awa._"

"_My plaid awa, my plaid awa,
And o'er the hill and far awa,
And far awa, to Norrowa,
My plaid shall not be blown awa._"

THE LAIDLEY WORM OF SPINDLESTON-HEUGH. See p. 137.

"A song above 500 years old, made by the old mountain-bard, Duncan Frasier, living on Cheviot, A.D. 1270."

This ballad, first published in Hutchinson's _History of Northumberland_, was the composition of Mr. Robert Lambe, vicar of Norham. Several stanzas are, however, adopted from some ancient tale. It has been often printed, and is now taken from Ritson's _Northumberland Garland_.

The similar story of _The Worme of Lambton_, versified by the Rev. J. Watson (compare _Ormekampen_ and the cognate legends, Grundtvig, i. 343, also vol. viii. p. 128, of this collection), may be seen in Richardson's _Borderer's Table-Book_, viii. 129, or in Moore's _Pictorial Book of Ancient Ballad Poetry_, page 784. With the tale of the _Lambton Worm of Durham_ agrees in many particulars that of the _Worm of Linton_ in Roxburghshire. (See Scott's introduction to _Kempion_, and Sir C. Sharpe's _Bishopric Garland_, p. 21.) It is highly probable that the mere coincidence of sound with _Linden-Worm_ caused this last place to be selected as the scene of such a story.

The king is gone from Bambrough Castle,
Long may the princess mourn;
Long may she stand on the castle wall,
Looking for his return.

She has knotted the keys upon a string, 5
And with her she has them ta'en,
She has cast them o'er her left shoulder,
And to the gate she is gane.

She tripped out, she tripped in,
She tript into the yard; 10
But it was more for the king's sake,
Than for the queen's regard.

It fell out on a day, the king
Brought the queen with him home;
And all the lords in our country 15
To welcome them did come.

"O welcome father!" the lady cries,
"Unto your halls and bowers;
And so are you, my step-mother,
For all that's here is yours." 20

A lord said, wondering while she spake,[L21]
"This princess of the North
Surpasses all of female kind
In beauty, and in worth."

The envious queen replied, "At least, 25
You might have excepted me;
In a few hours, I will her bring
Down to a low degree.

"I will her liken to a laidley worm,
That warps about the stone, 30
And not till Childy Wynd[L31] comes back,
Shall she again be won."

The princess stood at the bower door
Laughing, who could her blame?
But e'er the next day's sun went down, 35
A long worm she became.

For seven miles east, and seven miles west,
And seven miles north, and south,
No blade of grass or corn could grow,
So venomous was her mouth. 40

The milk of seven stately cows
(It was costly her to keep)
Was brought her daily, which she drank
Before she went to sleep.

At this day may be seen the cave 45
Which held her folded up,
And the stone trough, the very same
Out of which she did sup.

Word went east, and word went west,
And word is gone over the sea, 50
That a laidley worm in Spindleston-Heughs
Would ruin the North Country.

Word went east, and word went west,
And over the sea did go;
The Child of Wynd got wit of it, 55
Which filled his heart with woe.

He called straight his merry men all,
They thirty were and three:
"I wish I were at Spindleston,
This desperate worm to see. 60

"We have no time now here to waste,
Hence quickly let us sail:
My only sister Margaret,
Something, I fear, doth ail."

They built a ship without delay, 65
With masts of the rown tree,
With flutring sails of silk so fine,
And set her on the sea.

They went on board; the wind with speed,
Blew them along the deep; 70
At length they spied an huge square tower
On a rock high and steep.

The sea was smooth, the weather clear;
When they approached nigher,
King Ida's castle they well knew, 75
And the banks of Bambroughshire.

The queen look'd out at her bower window,
To see what she could see;
There she espied a gallant ship
Sailing upon the sea. 80

When she beheld the silken sails,
Full glancing in the sun,
To sink the ship she sent[L83] away
Her witch wives every one.

The spells were vain; the hags returned 85
To the queen in sorrowful mood,
Crying that witches have no power
Where there is rown-tree wood.

Her last effort, she sent a boat,
Which in the haven lay, 90
With armed men to board the ship,
But they were driven away.

The worm lept out, the worm lept down,
She plaited round the stone;
And ay as the ship came to the land 95
She banged it off again.

The Child then ran out of her reach
The ship on Budley-sand,
And jumping into the shallow sea,
Securely got to land. 100

And now he drew his berry-brown[L101] sword,
And laid it on her head;
And swore, if she did harm to him,
That he would strike her dead.

"O quit thy sword, and bend thy bow, 105
And give me kisses three;
For though I am a poisonous worm,
No hurt I'll do to thee.

"O quit thy sword, and bend thy bow,
And give me kisses three; 110
If I'm not won e'er the sun go down,
Won I shall never be."

He quitted his sword, and bent his bow,
He gave her kisses three;
She crept into a hole a worm, 115
But out stept a lady.

No clothing had this lady fine,
To keep her from the cold;
He took his mantle from him about,
And round her did it fold. 120

He has taken his mantle from him about,
And in it he wrapt her in,
And they are up to Bambrough castle,
As fast as they can win.

His absence, and her serpent shape, 125
The king had long deplored;
He now rejoyced to see them both
Again to him restored.

The queen they wanted, whom they found
All pale, and sore afraid, 130
Because she knew her power must yield
To Childy Wynd's, who said,

"Woe be to thee, thou wicked witch;
An ill death mayest thou dee;
As thou my sister hast lik'ned, 135
So lik'ned shalt thou be.

"I will turn you into a toad,
That on the ground doth wend;
And won, won shalt thou never be,
Till this world hath an end." 140

Now on the sand near Ida's tower,
She crawls a loathsome toad,
And venom spits on every maid
She meets upon her road.

The virgins all of Bambrough town 145
Will swear that they have seen
This spiteful toad, of monstrous size,
Whilst walking they have been.

All folks believe within the shire
This story to be true, 150
And they all run to Spindleston,
The cave and trough to view.

This fact now Duncan Frasier,
Of Cheviot, sings in rhime,
Lest Bambroughshire men should forget 155
Some part of it in time.

v. 21-28. Compare _Young Waters_, (iii. 90,) v. 21-28, and _Young Beichan and Susie Pye_, (iv. 7,) v. 118-124.

v. 31. Childy Wynd is obviously a corruption of Child Owain.

83, went.

101, berry-broad.

LORD DINGWALL. (See p. 152.)

From Buchan's _Ancient Ballads and Songs of the North of Scotland_. (i. 204.)

We were sisters, sisters seven,
_Bowing down, bowing down_;
The fairest women under heaven.
_And aye the birks a-bowing._

They kiest kevels them amang,
Wha wou'd to the grenewood gang. 5

The kevels they gied thro' the ha',
And on the youngest it did fa'.

Now she must to the grenewood gang,
To pu' the nuts in grenewood hang.

She hadna tarried an hour but ane,
Till she met wi' a highlan' groom. 10

He keeped her sae late and lang,
Till the evening set, and birds they sang.

He ga'e to her at their parting,
A chain o' gold, and gay gold ring:

And three locks o' his yellow hair: 15
Bade her keep them for evermair.

When six lang months were come and gane,
A courtier to this lady came.

Lord Dingwall courted this lady gay,
And so he set their wedding-day. 20

A little boy to the ha' was sent,
To bring her horse was his intent.

As she was riding the way along,
She began to make a heavy moan.

"What ails you, lady," the boy said, 25
"That ye seem sae dissatisfied?

"Are the bridle reins for you too strong?
Or the stirrups for you too long?"

"But, little boy, will ye tell me,
The fashions that are in your countrie?" 30

"The fashions in our ha' I'll tell,
And o' them a' I'll warn you well.

"When ye come in upon the floor,
His mither will meet you wi' a golden chair.

"But be ye maid, or be ye nane, 35
Unto the high seat make ye boun.

"Lord Dingwall aft has been beguil'd,
By girls whom young men hae defiled.

"He's cutted the paps frae their breast bane,
And sent them back to their ain hame." 40

When she came in upon the floor,
His mother met her wi' a golden chair.

But to the high seat she made her boun':
She knew that maiden she was nane.

When night was come, they went to bed, 45
And ower her breast his arm he laid.

He quickly jumped upon the floor,
And said, "I've got a vile rank whore."

Unto his mother he made his moan,
Says, "Mother dear, I am undone. 50

"Ye've aft tald, when I brought them hame,
Whether they were maid or nane.

"I thought I'd gotten a maiden bright,
I've gotten but a waefu' wight.

"I thought I'd gotten a maiden clear, 55
But gotten but a vile rank whore."

"When she came in upon the floor,
I met her wi' a golden chair.

"But to the high seat she made her boun',
Because a maiden she was nane." 60

"I wonder wha's tauld that gay ladie,
The fashion into our countrie."

"It is your little boy I blame,
Whom ye did send to bring her hame."

Then to the lady she did go, 65
And said, "O Lady, let me know

"Who has defiled your fair bodie?
Ye're the first that has beguiled me."

"O we were sisters, sisters seven,
The fairest women under heaven; 70

"And we kiest kevels us amang,
Wha wou'd to the grenewood gang;

"For to pu' the finest flowers,
To put around our summer bowers.

"I was the youngest o' them a', 75
The hardest fortune did me befa'.

"Unto the grenewood I did gang,
And pu'd the nuts as they down hang.

"I hadna stay'd an hour but ane,
Till I met wi' a highlan' groom. 80

"He keeped me sae late and lang,
Till the evening set, and birds they sang.

"He gae to me at our parting,
A chain of gold, and gay gold ring:

"And three locks o' his yellow hair: 85
Bade me keep them for evermair.

"Then for to show I make nae lie,
Look ye my trunk, and ye will see."

Unto the trunk then she did go,
To see if that were true or no. 90

And aye she sought, and aye she flang,
Till these four things came to her hand.

Then she did to her ain son go,
And said, "My son, ye'll let me know.

"Ye will tell to me this thing:-- 95
What did yo wi' my wedding-ring?"

"Mother dear, I'll tell nae lie:
I gave it to a gay ladie.

"I would gie a' my ha's and towers,
I had this bird within my bowers." 100

"Keep well, keep well, your lands and strands,
Ye hae that bird within your hands.

"Now, my son, to your bower ye'll go:
Comfort your ladie, she's full o' woe."

Now when nine months were come and gane, 105
The lady she brought hame a son.

It was written on his breast-bane,
Lord Dingwall was his father's name.

He's ta'en his young son in his arms,
And aye he prais'd his lovely charms. 110

And he has gi'em him kisses three,
And doubled them ower to his ladie.

HYNDE ETIN. (See p. 179.)

From Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, p. 228.

May Marg'ret stood in her bouer door,
Kaiming doun her yellow hair;
She spied some nuts growin in the wud,
And wish'd that she was there.

She has plaited her yellow locks 5
A little abune her bree;
And she has kilted her petticoats
A little below her knee;
And she's aff to Mulberry wud,
As fast as she could gae. 10

She had na pu'd a nut, a nut,
A nut but barely ane,
Till up started the Hynde Etin,
Says, "Lady! let thae alane."

"Mulberry wuds are a' my ain; 15
My father gied them me,
To sport and play when I thought lang;
And they sall na be tane by thee."

And ae she pu'd the tither berrie,
Na thinking o' the skaith; 20
And said, "To wrang ye, Hynde Etin,
I wad be unco laith."

But he has tane her by the yellow locks,
And tied her till a tree,
And said, "For slichting my commands, 25
An ill death shall ye dree."

He pu'd a tree out o' the wud,
The biggest that was there;
And he howkit a cave monie fathoms deep,
And put May Marg'ret there. 30

"Now rest ye there, ye saucie may;
My wuds are free for thee;
And gif I tak ye to mysell,
The better ye'll like me."

Na rest, na rest May Marg'ret took, 35
Sleep she got never nane;
Her back lay on the cauld, cauld floor,
Her head upon a stane.

"O tak me out," May Marg'ret cried,
"O tak me hame to thee; 40
And I sall be your bounden page
Until the day I dee."

He took her out o' the dungeon deep,
And awa wi' him she's gane;
But sad was the day an earl's dochter 45
Gaed hame wi' Hynde Etin.

* * * * *

It fell out ance upon a day,
Hynde Etin's to the hunting gane;
And he has tane wi' him his eldest son,
For to carry his game. 50

"O I wad ask you something, father,
An ye wadna angry be;"--
"Ask on, ask on, my eldest son,
Ask onie thing at me."

"My mother's cheeks are aft times weet, 55
Alas! they are seldom dry;"--
"Na wonder, na wonder, my eldest son,
Tho' she should brast and die.

"For your mother was an earl's dochter,
Of noble birth and fame; 60
And now she's wife o' Hynde Etin,
Wha ne'er got christendame.

"But we'll shoot the laverock in the lift,
The buntlin on the tree;
And ye'll tak them hame to your mother, 65
And see if she'll comforted be."

* * * * *

"I wad ask ye something, mother,
An' ye wadna angry be;"--
"Ask on, ask on, my eldest son,
Ask onie thing at me." 70

"Your cheeks they are aft times weet,
Alas! they're seldom dry;"--
"Na wonder, na wonder, my eldest son,
Tho' I should brast and die.

"For I was ance an earl's dochter, 75
Of noble birth and fame;
And now I am the wife of Hynde Etin,
Wha ne'er got christendame."

SIR OLUF AND THE ELF-KING'S DAUGHTER. (See p. 192.)

This is a translation by Jamieson (_Popular Ballads and Songs_, i. 219), of the Danish _Elveskud_ (Abrahamson, i. 237). Lewis has given a version of the same in the _Tales of Wonder_, (No. 10.) The corresponding Swedish ballad, _The Elf-Woman and Sir Olof_ (Afzelius, iii. 165) is translated by Keightley, _Fairy Mythology_, p. 84. This ballad occurs also in Norse, Faroish, and Icelandic.

Of the same class are _Elfer Hill_, (from the Danish, Jamieson, i. 225; from the Swedish, Keightley, 86; through the German, _Tales of Wonder_, No. 6:) _Sir Olof in the Elve-Dance_, (Keightley, 82; _Literature and Romance of Northern Europe_, by William and Mary Howitt, i. 269:) _The Merman and Marstig's Daughter_, (from the Danish, Jamieson, i. 210; _Tales of Wonder_, No. 11:) the Breton tale of _Lord Nann and the Korrigan_, (Keightley, 433:) three Slavic ballads referred to by Grundtvig, (_Elveskud_, ii. 111:) _Sir Peter of Stauffenbergh and the Mermaid_, (from the German, Jamieson, _Illustrations of Northern Antiquities_, 257,) and the well-known _Fischer_ of Goethe.

Sir Oluf the hend has ridden sae wide,
All unto his bridal feast to bid.

And lightly the elves, sae feat and free,
They dance all under the greenwood tree!

And there danced four, and there danced five; 5
The Elf-King's daughter she reekit bilive.

Her hand to Sir Oluf sae fair and free:
"O welcome, Sir Oluf, come dance wi' me!

"O welcome, Sir Oluf! now lat thy love gae,
And tread wi' me in the dance sae gay." 10

"To dance wi' thee ne dare I, ne may;
The morn it is my bridal day."

"O come, Sir Oluf, and dance wi' me;
Twa buckskin boots I'll give to thee;

"Twa buckskin boots, that sit sae fair, 15
Wi' gilded spurs sae rich and rare.

"And hear ye, Sir Oluf! come dance wi' me;
And a silken sark I'll give to thee;

"A silken sark sae white and fine,
That my mother bleached in the moonshine." 20

"I darena, I maunna come dance wi' thee;
For the morn my bridal day maun be."

"O hear ye, Sir Oluf! come dance wi' me,
And a helmet o' goud I'll give to thee."

"A helmet o' goud I well may ha'e; 25
But dance wi' thee ne dare I, ne may."

"And winna thou dance, Sir Oluf, wi' me?
Then sickness and pain shall follow thee!"

She's smitten Sir Oluf--it strak to his heart;
He never before had kent sic a smart; 30

Then lifted him up on his ambler red;
"And now, Sir Oluf, ride hame to thy bride."

And whan he came till the castell yett,
His mither she stood and leant thereat.

"O hear ye, Sir Oluf, my ain dear son, 35
Whareto is your lire sae blae and wan?"

"O well may my lire be wan and blae,
For I ha'e been in the elf-womens' play."

"O hear ye, Sir Oluf, my son, my pride,
And what shall I say to thy young bride?" 40

"Ye'll say, that I've ridden but into the wood,
To prieve gin my horse and hounds are good."

Ear on the morn, whan night was gane,
The bride she cam wi' the bridal train.

They skinked the mead, and they skinked the wine: 45
"O whare is Sir Oluf, bridegroom mine?"

"Sir Oluf has ridden but into the wood,
To prieve gin his horse and hounds are good."

And she took up the scarlet red,
And there lay Sir Oluf, and he was dead! 50

Ear on the morn, whan it was day,
Three likes were ta'en frae the castle away;

Sir Oluf the leal, and his bride sae fair,
And his mither, that died wi' sorrow and care.

And lightly the elves sae feat and free, 55
They dance all under the greenwood tree!

FRAGMENT OF THE DAEMON LOVER. (See p. 201.)

(Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, p. 92.)

"I have seven ships upon the sea,
Laden with the finest gold,
And mariners to wait us upon;--
All these you may behold.

"And I have shoes for my love's feet, 5
Beaten of the purest gold,
And lined wi' the velvet soft,
To keep my love's feet from the cold.

"O how do you love the ship," he said,
"Or how do you love the sea? 10
And how do you love the bold mariners
That wait upon thee and me?"

"O I do love the ship," she said,
"And I do love the sea;
But woe be to the dim mariners, 15
That nowhere I can see."

They had not sailed a mile awa',
Never a mile but one,
When she began to weep and mourn,
And to think on her little wee son. 20

"O hold your tongue, my dear," he said,
"And let all your weeping abee,
For I'll soon show to you how the lilies grow
On the banks of Italy."

They had not sailed a mile awa', 25
Never a mile but two,
Until she espied his cloven foot,
From his gay robes sticking thro'.

They had not sailed a mile awa',
Never a mile but three, 30
When dark, dark, grew his eerie looks,
And raging grew the sea.

They had not sailed a mile awa',
Never a mile but four,
When the little wee ship ran round about, 35
And never was seen more!

CONSTANTINE AND ARETE. See p. 217.

We are indebted for the following recension of _Constantine and Arete_ to Mr. Sophocles of Harvard College. It is constructed from Fauriel's text, combined with a copy in Zambelios's [Grk: Aismata Demotika], and with a version taken down from the recitation of a Cretan woman. The translation is by the skilful hand of Professor Felton.

We may notice by the way that several versions of this piece are given by Tommaseo, in his _Canti Popolari Toscani_, etc. iii. 341.

[Grk:
Manna me tous ennia sou huious kai me te mia sou kore,
Ten kore te monakribe ten polyagapemene,
Ten eiches dodeka chronon k' helios den sou ten eide,
'S ta skoteina ten elouges, 's t' aphenga ten eplekes,
'S t' astre kai 's ton augerino to' ephkeianes ta sgoura tes. 5
He geitonia den exere pos eiches thygatera,
Kai proxenia sou pherane apo te Babylone.
Hoi okto aderphoi den theloune, kai ho Kostantinos thelei;
"Dos tene, manna, dos tene ten 'Arete 's ta xena,
Na 'cho k' ego paregoria 's te strata pou diabaino." 10
"Phrenimos eisai, Kostante, m' aschem' apilogethes;
An tyche pikra ge chara, poios tha mou tene phere?"
To theo tes banei engyte kai tous hagious martyrous,
An tyche pikra ge chara na pae na tes ten phere;
Kai san ten epantrepsane ten Arete 's ta xena, 15
Erchetai chronos disephtos kai hoi ennia pethanan.
Emeine he manna monache san kalamia 's ton kampo.
'S ta ochto mnemata dernetai, 's ta ochto myrologaei,
'S tou Kostantinou to thaphtio anespa ta mallia tes;
"Sekou, Kostantinake mou, ten Arete mou thelo; 20
To theo mou 'bales engyte kai tous hagious martyrous,
An tyche pikra ge chara na pas na mou ten pheres."
Kai mesa 's ta mesanychta ap' to kibouri bgainei.
Kanei to sygnepho alogo, kai t' astro salibari,
Kai to phengari syntrophia kai paei na tene phere. 25
Briskei ten kai chtenizountai oxou 's to phengaraki.
Apomakria ten chairetaei kai apomakria tes legei.
"Gia ela, Aretoula mou, kyrana mas se thelei."
"Alimono, aderphaki mou, kai ti 'ne tout' he hora!
An en' chara 's to spiti mas, na balo ta chrysa mou, 30
Kai an pikra, aderphaki mou, na 'rtho hos kathos eimai."
"Mede pikra mede chara; ela hos kathos eisai."
'S te strata pou diabainane, 's te strata pou pagainan,
Akoun poulia kai kiladoun, akoun poulia kai lene;
"Gia des kopela omorphe na serne apethamenos!" 35
"Akouses, Kostantake mou, ti lene ta poulakia?"
"Poulakia 'ne kai as kiladoun, poulakia 'ne kai as lene."
Kai parakei pou pagainan kai alla poulia tous legan;
"Ti blepoume ta thlibera ta paraponemena?
Na perpatoun hoi zontanoi me tous apethamenous?" 40
"Akouses, Kostantake mou, ti lene ta poulakia?"
"Poulakia 'ne kai as kiladoun, poulakia 'ne kai as lene."
"Phoboumai s' aderphaki mou, kai libanies myrizeis."
"Echtes bradys epegame kato 's ton Haigianne,
K' ethymiase mas ho papas me to poly libani." 45
Kai parempros pou pegane, kai alla poulia tous lene;
"O the megalodyname, megalo thama kaneis!
Tetoia panorea lygere na serne apethamenos!"
T' akouse pale he Arete k' erragis' he kardia tes;
"Akouses, Kostantake mou, ti lene ta poulakia? 50
Pes mou pou 'n' ta mallakia sou, to pegouro moustaki?"
"Megale arrostia m' heureke, m' errexe tou thanatou."
Briskoun to spiti kleidoto kleidomantalomeno,
Kai ta spitoparathyra pou 'tan arachniasmena;
"Anoixe, manna m', anoixe, kai na ten Arete sou." 55
"An esai Charos, diabaine, kai alla paidia den echo;
He dolea Aretoula mou leipei makria 's ta xena."
"Anoixe, manna m', anoixe, k' ego' mai ho Kostantes sou.
To thio sou 'bala engyte kai tous agious martyrous,
An tyche pikra ge chara na pao na sou ten phero." 60
Kai hoste na 'bge 's ten porta tes, ebgeke he psyche tes.]

CONSTANTINE AND ARETE.

O mother, thou with thy nine sons, and with one only daughter,
Thine only daughter, well beloved, the dearest of thy children,
For twelve years thou didst keep the maid, the sun did not behold her,
Whom in the darkness thou didst bathe, in secret braid her tresses,
And by the starlight and the dawn, didst wind her curling ringlets,
Nor knew the neighborhood that thou didst have so fair a daughter,--
When came to thee from Babylon a woer's soft entreaty:
Eight of the brothers yielded not, but Constantine consented.
"O mother give thine Arete, bestow her on the stranger,
That I may have her solace dear when far away I wander."
"Though thou art wise, my Constantine, thou hast unwisely spoken:
Be woe my lot or be it joy, who will restore my daughter?"
He calls to witness God above, he calls the holy martyrs,
Be woe her lot, or be it joy, he would restore her daughter:
And when they wedded Arete, in that far distant country,
Then comes the year of sorrowing, and all the nine did perish.
All lonely was the mother left, like a reed alone in the meadow;
O'er the eight graves she beats her breast, o'er eight is heard her
wailing,
And at the tomb of Constantine, she rends her hair in anguish.
"Arise, my Constantine, arise, for Arete I languish:
On God to witness thou didst call, didst call the holy martyrs,
Be woe my lot or be it joy, thou wouldst restore my daughter."
And forth at midnight hour he fares, the silent tomb deserting,
He makes the cloud his flying steed, he makes the star his bridle,
And by the silver moon convoyed, to bring her home he journeys:
And finds her combing down her locks, abroad by silvery moonlight,
And greets the maiden from afar, and from afar bespeaks her.
"Arise, my Aretula dear, for thee our mother longeth."
"Alas! my brother, what is this? what wouldst at such an hour?
If joy betide our distant home, I wear my golden raiment,
If woe betide, dear brother mine, I go as now I'm standing."
"Think not of joy, think not of woe--return as here thou standest."
And while they journey on the way, all on the way returning,
They hear the Birds, and what they sing, and what the Birds are
saying.
"Ho! see the maiden all so fair, a Ghost it is that bears her."
"Didst hear the Birds, my Constantine, didst list to what they're
saying?"
"Yes: they are Birds, and let them sing, they're Birds, and let
them chatter:"
And yonder, as they journey on, still other Birds salute them.
"What do we see, unhappy ones, ah! woe is fallen on us;--
Lo! there the living sweep along, and with the dead they travel."
"Didst hear, my brother Constantine, what yonder Birds are saying?"
"Yes! Birds are they, and let them sing, they're Birds, and let them
chatter."
"I fear for thee, my Brother dear, for thou dost breathe of
incense."
"Last evening late we visited the church of Saint Johannes,
And there the priest perfumed me o'er with clouds of fragrant
incense."
And onward as they hold their way, still other Birds bespeak them:

"O God, how wondrous is thy power, what miracles thou workest!
A maid so gracious and so fair, a Ghost it is that bears her:"
'Twas heard again by Arete, and now her heart was breaking;
"Didst hearken, brother Constantine, to what the Birds are saying?
Say where are now thy waving locks, thy strong thick beard,
where is it?"
"A sickness sore has me befallen, and brought me near to dying."
They find the house all locked and barred, they find it barred and
bolted,
And all the windows of the house with cobwebs covered over.
"Unlock, O mother mine, unlock, thine Arete thou seest."
"If thou art Charon, get thee gone--I have no other children:
My hapless Arete afar, in stranger lands is dwelling."
"Unlock, O mother mine, unlock, thy Constantine entreats thee.
I called to witness God above, I called the holy martyrs,
Were woe thy lot, or were it joy, I would restore thy daughter."
And when unto the door she came, her soul from her departed.

THE HAWTHORN TREE.

Ritson's _Ancient Songs_, ii. 44.

_A Mery Ballet of the Hathorne Tre_, from a MS. in the Cotton Library, Vespasian, A. xxv. The MS. has "G. Peele" appended to it, but in a hand more modern than the ballad. Mr. Dyce, with very good reason, "doubts" whether Peele is the author of the ballad, but has printed it, Peele's _Works_, ii. 256. It is given also by Evans, i. 342, and partly in Chappell's _Popular Music_, i. 64.

The true character of this piece would never be suspected by one reading it in English. The same is true of the German, where the ballad is very common, and much prettier than in English, e.g. _Das Maedchen und die Hasel_, _Das Maedchen und der Sagebaum_, Erk's _Liederhort_, No. 33, five copies; Hoffmann, _Schlesische Volkslieder_, No. 100, three copies, etc. In Danish and Swedish we find a circumstantial story: _Jomfruen i Linden_, Grundtvig, No. 66; _Linden, Svenska Folkvisor_, No. 87. The tree is an enchanted damsel, one of eleven children transformed by a step-mother into various less troublesome things, and the spell can be removed only by a kiss from the king's son. By the intervention of the maiden, this rite is performed, and the beautiful linden is changed to as beautiful a young woman, who of course becomes the prince's bride. A Wendish ballad resembling the German is given by Haupt and Schmaler, and ballads akin to the Danish, are found in Slovensk and Lithuanian (see Grundtvig).

It was a maide of my countre,
As she came by a hathorne-tre,
As full of flowers as might be seen,
'She' merveld to se the tree so grene.

At last she asked of this tre, 5
"Howe came this freshness unto the,
And every branche so faire and cleane?
I mervaile that you growe so grene."

The tre 'made' answere by and by:
"I have good causse to growe triumphantly; 10
The swetest dewe that ever be sene
Doth fall on me to kepe me grene."

"Yea," quoth the maid, "but where you growe,
You stande at hande for every blowe;
Of every man for to be seen; 15
I mervaile that you growe so grene."

"Though many one take flowers from me,
And manye a branche out of my tre,
I have suche store they wyll not be sene,
For more and more my 'twegges'[L20] growe grene." 20

"But howe and they chaunce to cut the downe,
And carry thie braunches into the towne?
Then will they never no more be sene
To growe againe so freshe and grene."

"Though that you do, yt ys no boote; 25
Althoughe they cut me to the roote,
Next yere againe I will be sene
To bude my branches freshe and grene.

"And you, faire maide, canne not do so;
For yf you let youre maid-hode goe, 30
Then will yt never no more be sene,
As I with my braunches can growe grene."

The maide wyth that beganne to blushe,
And turned her from the hathorne-bushe;
She though[t]e herselffe so faire and clene, 35
Her bewtie styll would ever growe grene.

Whan that she harde this marvelous dowbte,
She wandered styll then all aboute,
Suspecting still what she would wene,
Her maid-heade lost would never be seen. 40

Wyth many a sighe, she went her waye,
To se howe she made herselff so gay,
To walke, to se, and to be sene,
And so out-faced the hathorne grene.

Besides all that, yt put her in feare 45
To talke with companye anye where,
For feare to losse the thinge that shuld be sene
To growe as were the hathorne grene.

But after this never could I here
Of this faire mayden any where, 50
That ever she was in forest sene
To talke againe of the hathorne grene.

20. twedges.

ST. STEPHEN AND HEROD.

Ritson's _Ancient Songs_, i. 141, Sandys's _Christmas Carols_, p. 4: from the Sloane MS., No. 2593 (temp. Hen. VI.)

This curious little ballad was sung as a carol for St. Stephen's Day. Its counterpart is found in Danish (though not in an ancient form), printed in Erik Pontoppidan's book on the relics of Heathenism and Papistry in Denmark, 1736 (_Jesusbarnet, Stefan, og Herodes_ Grundtvig, No. 96). There is also a similar ballad in Faroish. Only a slight trace of the story is now left in the Swedish _Staffans Visa_ (_Svenska F.V._, No. 99), which is sung as a carol on St. Stephen's Day, as may very well have been the case with the Danish and Faroish ballads too.

The miracle of the roasted cock occurs in many other legends. The earliest mention of it is in Vincent of Beauvais's _Speculum Historiale_, L. xxv. c. 64. It is commonly ascribed to St. James, sometimes to the Virgin. (See the preface to the ballad in Grundtvig, and to Southey's _Pilgrim to Compostella_.) We meet with it in another English carol called _The Carnal[E] and the Crane_, printed in Sandys's collection, p. 152, from a broadside copy, corrupt and almost unintelligible in places. The stanzas which contain the miracle are the following:

There was a star in the West land,
So bright it did appear
Into King Herod's chamber,
And where King Herod were.

The Wise Men soon espied it,
And told the king on high,
A princely babe was born that night
No king could e'er destroy.

"If this be true," King Herod said,
"As thou tellest unto me,
This roasted cock that lies in the dish
Shall crow full fences[F] three."

The cock soon freshly feather'd was,
By the work of God's own hand,
And then three fences crowed he,
In the dish where he did stand.

"Rise up, rise up, you merry men all,
See that you ready be;
All children under two years old
Now slain they all shall be."

[E] crow?

[F] rounds?

* * * * *

Seynt Stevene was a clerk in kyng Herowdes halle,
And servyd him of bred and cloth, as ever kyng befalle.[L2]

Stevyn out of kechon cam, wyth boris hed on honde;
He saw a sterr was fayr and bryght over Bedlem stonde.

He kyst[L5] adoun the bores hed, and went into the halle: 5
"I forsake the, kyng Herowdes, and thi werkes alle.

"I forsak the, kyng Herowdes, and thi werkes alle:
Ther is a chyld in Bedlem born is beter than we alle."

"Quhat eylyt[L9] the, Stevene? quhat is the befalle?
Lakkyt the eyther mete or drynk in kyng Herowdes halle?" 10

"Lakit me neyther mete ne drynk in kyng Herowdes halle:
Ther is a chyld in Bedlem born is beter than we alle."

"Quhat eylyt the, Stevyn? art thu wod, or thu gynnyst to brede?[L13]
Lakkyt the eythar gold or fe, or ony ryche wede?"[L14]

"Lakyt 'me' neyther gold ne fe, ne non ryche wede;[L15] 15
Ther is a chyld in Bedlem born xal[L16] helpen us at our nede."

"That is al so soth, Stevyn, al so soth, i-wys,[L17]
As this capon crowe xal that lyth her in myn dysh."

That word was not so sone seyd, that word in that halle,
The capon crew, CHRISTUS NATUS EST! among the lordes alle. 20

"Rysyt up, myn turmentowres, be to[L21] and al be on,
And ledyt Stevyn out of this town, and stonyt hym wyth ston."

Tokyn he[L23] Stevene, and stonyd hym in the way;
And therefor is his evyn on Crystes owyn day.

2. befalle, _befell_.

5. kyst, _cast_.

9. eylyt, _aileth_.

13. wod, _mad_: gynnyst to brede, _beginnest to entertain capricious fancies_, like a woman, &c.

14. fe, _wages_: wede, _clothes_.

15. ne, _nor_.

16. xall, _shall_.

17. soth, _true_: i-wys, _for a certainty_.

21. be to, _by two_.

23. he, _they_.

GLOSSARY.

N.B. Figures placed after words denote the pages in which they occur.

a, _one_.
a', _all_.
abee, abene, _be_.
aboon, abune, _above_.
aby, _pay for_.
ae, _only, sole_.
ae, _aye, still_,
ahin, _behind_.
airn, _iron_.
ald, _old_.
all and some, _each and all_.
als, _as_.
als, _also_.
ance, anes, _once_.
appone, _upon_.
araye, _order_.
arblast-bow, _cross-bow_.
are, _before_.
arena, _are not_.
arighte, _laid hold of_.
armorie, 237, _band of armed men_.
asey, _assay_.
ask, _newt, a kind of lizard_.
askryede, _described_.
asurd, _azured, blue_.
at, 296, _of_.
atteynt, _seize_.
aught, _owed_.
avanse, _gain, succeed_.
avow, _vow_.
awa, _away_.
awenn, _own_.
ay, _a_.
ayont, _beyond_.

ba', _ball_.
backefysyke, 22.
bade, _prayed for_.
bade, _abode, staid_.
bairnly, _childlike_.
bald, _bold_.
bale, _blaze, fire_.
bale, _harme, ruin, sorrow_.
ban', _bound_.
bane, _bone_.
bankers, 276, _coverings for benches_.
bann, _curse_.
barn, _child, wight_.
beck, _stream_.
bedone, 8, _bedecked_.
begane, _bedecked_.
begynne the bord, _sit at the head of the table_.
ben, _in_.
ben, _prompt, ready_.
bent, _plain, field_, (from the coarse grass growing on open lands);
bentis, bents, _coarse grass_.
beryde, 98, _cried, made a noise_.
bese, _will_ or _shall be_.
best man, bride's, 85, _bridesman_, (corresponding to the best maid,
or bridesmaid).
bestedde, _circumstanced_.
bi, _be_.
bierly, 148, _proper, becoming, comfortable_.
bigg, _build_.
bilive, _quickly_.
Billy Blind, or Billy Blin, _a Brownie, or domestic fairy_.
binkes, _benches_.
bird, _lady_.
birk, _birch_.
birled, 211, _poured out drink_, or _drunk_.
blae, _livid_.
blee, _color, complexion_.
blewe, 99, _sounded a horn_.
blin, blyn, _stop, cease_.
bogle, _spectre, goblin_.
bone, _boon_.
boome, 287. Qy. goome, _man_?
bord, _table_.
borrow, _stand surety for, ransom, rescue_.
bouir, _chamber, dwelling_.
boun, _boon_.
boun, _ready_;
make ye boun, 289, boun, 187, _go straightway_.
bourdes, _jests_.
boure, bower, _chamber_.
bouted, _bolted_.
bown, _ready, ready to go_.
bowrd, _jest_.
brade, _broad_.
brae, _hill-side_.
brast, _burst_.
brayd, _started, turned_.
braw, _brave, fine_.
bree, _brow_.
brening, _burning_.
brent, _burnt_.
brether, 26, _brethren_.
bricht, _bright_.
brimes, _water_.
britled, 15, brittened, 106, _cut up, carved_.
brok, _brook_.
broom-cow, _bush of broom_.
brook, _enjoy, preserve_.
brues, _brows_.
brunt, _burnt_.
bryste, _burst_.
bue, 234, 235, _fair_?
bugyle, _horn_.
bunge, 239?
buntin, buntlin, _blackbird_; al. _wood-lark_.
burd, _maid, lady_.
burd-alane, _alone_.
Burlow-beanie, 241, _name of a fiend or spirit_.
burn, _brook_.
busk, _dress, make ready_.
but, 208, _and_;
but and, _and also_.
by and by, _straightway_.
bydeene, 13, _continuously, in numbers_.
byggis, _builds_.
bygone, _bedecked_.
byhouys, _behoves_.
byleve, 98, _remain_.
byrde, _lady_.
byre, _cow-house_.
byrnande, _burning_.
byteche, _commit_.

ca', _call_.
can, (sometimes gan,) _used as an auxiliary with an infinitive
mood, to express the past tense of a verb_.
carknet, _necklace_.
carline, _female of churl_, _old woman_.
carlist, 37, _churlish_.
carp, _talk_, _tell stories_.
cast, _planned_.
chalmer, _chamber_.
channerin', _fretting_.
chere, _countenance_.
chese, _choose_.
chess, _jess_, _strap_.
chewys, _choosest_.
chiel, _child_, _young man_.
christendame, christendoun, _christening_.
christentye, _christendom_.
claes, _clothes_.
clapping, _fondling_.
clear, clere, _fair_, _morally pure_.
cockward, _cuckold_.
coft, _bought_.
coiffer, 260, _coif_, _head-dress_, _cap?_
cold, _could, knew_; _used as an auxiliary with the infinitive
to express a past tense_; e.g. he cold fling, _he flung_.
coleyne, Collen, _Cologne steel_.
com'nye, 237, _communing_, _discourse_.
compass, _circle_,
compenabull, 21, _sociable_, _admitting to participation_.
coost, coosten, _cast_.
couth, _could_, _knew_, _understood_.
covent, _convent_.
cow-me-doo, 171, like curdoo, _name for a dove_, from its cooing.
craftelike, _craftily_.
crapote, 99. Qy. cramasee, _crimson?_
cropoure, _crupper_.
crowt, 12, _curl up_.
crystiante, _christendom_.
cure, 279, _till_.

dag-durk, _dagger_, _dirk_.
damasee, _damson_.
dang, _beat_, _struck_.
dasse, _dais_, _raised platform_.
daunton, _daunt_.
decay, _destruction_.
dee, _die_.
dee, _do_.
deid, _death_.
dele, dell, _part_.
delle, 101, _dally_.
dere, _harm_.
derne, _secret_.
des, dese, _dais_, _elevated platform_.
devyse, _direction_.
deynteous, _dainty_.
dight, 225, _placed_, _involved_.
dight (corn), _winnow_.
dinne, 12, _trouble_, _circumstance_.
distans, 23, _dissension_, _strife_.
done, _do_.
doo, _dove_.
doubt, dout, _fear_.
dought, _could_, _might_; 112, _may_, _am able_.
dow, _could_.
dowie, _mournful_, _doleful_.
dree, _suffer_.
drest, _arranged_.
drumlie, _troubled_, _gloomy_.
dryssynge, _dressing_.
dule, _sorrow_, _trouble_.
dullfull, _doleful_.
dyght, dygzht, _adorned_, _arrayed_, _dressed_.

ear, _soon_, _early_.
eerie, eiry, _fearful_, _producing superstitious dread_.
eghne, _eyes_.
eglis, _eagle's_.
elde, eldren, _old_.
Elfin, 262, _Elf-land_.
elritch, _elvish_.
endres-daye, 98, _past day_? _other day_? See Halliwell's _Dictionary_.

"Of my fortune, how it ferde,
This _endir_ day, as y forth ferde."

erdelik, 275, _earthly_. (Finlay, "clidelik.")
erlish, _elvish_.
esk, _newt_.
etin (Danish jette), _giant_.
even cloth, 113, _fine cloth_?
everlk, _every_.
everychon, _every one_.

faem, _foam_.
faine, _desire_.
faine, _glad_.
fairest, _forest_.
fand, _found_.
fare, _go_.
farer, _further_.
fawte, _want_.
fayrse, _fierce_.
feat, _neat_, _dexterous_, _nimble_.
fee, 100, _animals_, _deer_; 107, _rent_, _tribute_.
feed, _same as_ food, fud, _creature_, _man_, _woman_, or _child_.
feires, _companions_, _mates_.
fele, _many_.
fell, _hill_, _moor_.
ferli, 275, _fairly?_
ferlie, ferly, _wonder_.
ferlich, _wondrous_.
fernie, _covered with fern_.
fet, fette, _fetched_.
fethill, _fiddle_.
fforthi, _therefore_.
fifthen, _fifth_.
fil, _fell_.
first ane, _first_.
firth, (frith,) _wood_.
fize, 274, _five_.
flang, _flung_.
flaugh, _flew_.
flaw, 175, _lie_.
fleer, _floor_.
fley'd, _frightened_.
flone, _arrow_.
fode, _creature_, _child_.
fond, _try_, _make trial_.
fonde, _found_.
forbye, _aside_.
fordoo, _destroy_.
foremost man, 158, (like best man), _bridesman_.
forowttyn, _without_.
forteynd, _happened_.
forther, _further_.
forthi, _therefore_.
fowles, _birds_.
fraine, _question_.
free, 275, _lord_, 253, _lady_.
free, freely, _noble_, _lovely_.
frem, _strange_.
freyry, _fraternity_.
frowte, _fruit_.
fu', _full_.
fundyd, 275, _went_.
fytt, _canto_, _division of a song_.

gad, _bar_.
gae, _gave_.
gae, _go_, _going_.
gait, nae, _no way_, _no where_.
galid, 276, _sang?_
gangande, _going_.
gar, _make_, _cause_.
gare, 193, _strip_.
garthes, _girths_.
gate, 225, _way_.
gesing, 276, _guessing_; or, _desire_, A. Sax. gitsung?
getterne, _giitern_, _kind of harp_.
ghesting, _lodging_, _hospitable reception_.
gied, _went_.
gien, _given_.
gin, giue, _if_.
gleed, _a burning coal_.
glided, 274. Qy. _gilded?_
glint, _gleam_.
gon, _begun_, _performed_.
gon, _went_.
goud, _gold_.
goupen, _the hollow of the hand contracted to receive anything_.
gowan, _flower_.
gowd, _gold_.
gowden, _golden_.
gown of green, got on the, 259, _was with child_.
gravil, 260?
gree, _favor_, _prize_.
green'd, _longed_.
greet, _weep_.
grew, _gray_.
groom, _man_, _young man_.
gule, _red_.
gurlie, _stormy_, _surly_.
gyne, _device_.

ha', _hall_.
had, _hold_, _keep_.
hailsed, _saluted_.
halch, _salute_, _embrace_.
hallow, _hollow_.
Hallowe'en, 120, _the eve of All-Saints' day_, supposed to be
peculiarly favorable for intercourse with the invisible world, all
fairies, witches, and ghosts being then abroad.
hals, halse, _neck_;
halsed, _greeted_.
haly, _holy_.
hame, _home_.
hap, _cover_.
harde, _heard_.
harns, _brains_;
harn-pan, _skull_.
hate, _hat_.
hat, _hit_.
hand, _hold_.
haved, _had_.
heal, _conceal_.
heathennest, heathynesse, 234, _heathendom_.
hegehen, _eyes_.
hegh, _high_;
heghere, _higher_.
hem, _them_.
hende, _handsome_, _gentle_.
hent, _took_.
herbere, _arbor_, _orchard_.
herme, _harm_.
hethyn, 107, _hence_.
hett, _bid_.
heved, _head_.
hi, 275, _I_.
high-coll'd, _high-cut_.
hind, _gentle_.
hind, 180, _stripling_.
him lane, _alone_.
hingers, _hangings_.
hirn, _corner_.
hith, _hight, is called_.
hollen, _holly_.
hore, _hoar_, _hoary_.
hose, 238, _clasp_.
howkit, _dug_.
howm, _holm_; _level, low ground on the bank of a stream_.
hunt's-ha', _hunting-lodge_.
hye, in, _in haste_; 23, perhaps _aloud_.
hyghte, _bid_; _was called_.
hynde, _youth_, _stripling_, _swain_.
hy[z]e, in, 20, _in haste_, _of a sudden_.

ic, _I_.
iknow, _known_.
ilka, _each_.
ilke, _same_.
inow[z]e, _enough_.
intill, _into_, _upon_.
iralle, 99. Qu. rialle, _royal?_

jawes, 227, _dashes_;
jawp'd, 257, _dashed_, _spattered_.
jelly, _jolly_, _pleasant_.
jimp, _slender_, _neat_.
jolly, _pretty_, _gay_.

kaim, _comb_.
kane, _rent_.
karp, _talk_, _relate stories_.
kemb, _comb_.
ken, _know_.
keppit, _caught_, _kept_.
kevels, _lots_.
kiest, _cast_.
kilted, _tucked_.
kin', _kind of_.
kindly, 236, "_good old_"?
kirk, _church_.
kist, _chest_.
knave-bairn, _male child_.
knicht, _knight_.

laidley, _loathly_, _loathsome_.
laigh-coll'd, _low-cut_.
laith, _loath_.
lane, _alone_; joined with pronouns, as, my lane, his lane, her lane,
their lane, _myself alone_, &c.
lang, _to think_, originally, _to seem long_, then _to be weary_,
_feel ennui_.
lapande, _lapping_.
lappered, _coagulated_, _clotted_.
lat, latten, _let_.
lauchters, _locks_.
laverock, _lark_.
leal, _loyal_, _chaste_.
leccam, _body_.
lede, _lead_.
lee, _lie_.
leesome, _pleasant_, _sweet_.
lelfe, 22, _leave?_
lere, _lore_, _doctrine_; _learn_.
les, lesyng, _lying_, _lie_.
lesse and more, _smaller and greater_.
lett, lette, _hinder_, _hinderance_; _delay_;
withouten lette, _for a certainty_.
leuedys, _ladies_.
leuer, _liefer_, _rather_.
leu[z]e, _laughed_.
leven, 111, _lawn_.
levin, _lightning_.
ley-land, _lea-land_, _not ploughed_.
licht, _light_.
lichted, _lighted_.
lift, _air_.
likes, _dead bodies_.
lingcam, 148, _body_, =leccam?
linger, _longer_.
link, _walk briskly_; _arm in arm_.
lire, _face_, _countenance_.
lith, 275, _supple_, _limber_.
lithe, _listen_.
lodlye, _loathly_.
loffe, _love_.
loof, _hollow of the hand_.
loot, _bow_.
loot, _let_.
loun, _loon_.
louted, _bowed_.
lown, _lone_.
low[z]he, _laughed_, _smiled_.
luifsomely, _lovingly_.
luppen, _leapt_.
lygge, _lay_
lyggande, _lying_.
lyle, _little_.
lystnys, _listen_.
lyth, _member_, _limb_.

mae, _more_.
maen, _moan_.
maik, _mate_.
makane, _making_.
mane, _moan_.
mansworn, _perjured_.
marrow, _mate_.
maste, _most_, _greatest_.
maun, _must_.
maunna, _may not_.
mawys, mavis, _singing thrush_.
may, _maid_.
medill-erthe, _earth_, _the upper-world_.
mekill, _great_, _large_.
mell, _mallet_.
meloude, _melody_.
mensked, 276, _honored_.
menyde, _moaned_.
merks, _marks_.
merk-soot, 274, _mark-shot_, _distance between bow-marks_.--Finlay.
merrys, _marrest_.
mese, _mess_, _meal_.
micht, _might_.
middle-eard, the _upper world_, placed between the nether regions and
the sky.
minded, _remembered_.
minion, _fine_, _elegant_.
mirk, _dark_.
mith, _might_.
mode, _passion_, _energy_.
mody, _courageous_.
mold, mould, _earth_, _ground_.
montenans, _amount_.
more, _greater_.
most, _greatest_.
moth, _might_.
mother-naked, _naked as at one's birth_.
mouthe, _might_.
Mungo, St., _St. Kentigern_.
my lane, _alone_.
mykel, _much_.

na, _not_;
namena, _name not_, _&c._
nay, _denial_.
neist, _next_.
newfangle, 9, (_trifling_, _inconstant_), _light_, _loose_.
niest, _next_, _nearest_, _close_.
noth, nouth, _not_.
nouther, noyther, _neither_.

on, _in_.
on ane, _anon_.
one, _on_, _in_.
onie, _any_.
or, _ere_, _before_.
orfare, 99, _embroidery_.
Oryence, _Orient_.
oure, _over_.
over one, 23, _in a company_, _together?_ See Jamieson's _Scottish
Dictionary_, in v. ouer ane.
owre, _over_, _too_.
owreturn, _refrain_.

pae, _peacock_.
paines, _penance_.
pall, _rich cloth_.
palmer, _pilgrim_.
papeioyes, _popinjays_.
parde, _par dieu_.
pautit, _paw_, _beat with the foot_.
pay, 237, _pleasure_, _satisfaction_.
paye, 104, _content_.
payetrelle, 99, (otherwise, patrel, poitrail, pectorale, &c.)
_a steel plate for the protection of a horse's chest_.
payrelde, _apparelled_.
perde, _par dieu_.
perelle, _pearl_.
pile, 260, _down_, sometimes _tender leaves_.
plas, 19, _place_, _palace_.
ply[z]t, _plight_, _promise_.
poterner, 8, _pouch_, _purse_. _Rightly corrected by Percy from_
poterver. _See_ pautonniere, pontonaria, _and_ pantonarius, _in
Henschel's ed. of Ducange_.
pou, _pull_.
prest, _priest_.
prieve, _prove_.
prink'd, prinn'd, _adorned_, _drest up_, _made neat_.
pristly, _earnestly_.
propine, _gift_.

raches, _scenting hounds_.
radde, _quick_, _quickly_.
rair, _roar_.
rashing, _striking like a boar_.
rathely, _quickly_.
raught, _reached_.
rauine, _beasts of chase_, _prey_.
redd, 22, _explained_.
rede, _counsel_.
reekit, 299, _steamed_.
reele bone, 99, _an unknown material, of which saddles, especially, are
in the romances said to be made_; _called variously_, rewel-bone,
(_Cant. Tales_, 13, 807,) rowel-bone, reuylle-bone, _and_
(_Young Bekie_, vol. iv. 12) royal-bone.
reet, _root_.
reme, _kingdom_.
renninge, _running_.
repreve, _reprove_, _deride_.
rewe, _take pity_.
ridand, _riding_.
rived, 233, (_arrived_,) _travelled_.
rought, route, rowte, _rout_, _band_, _company_.
routh, _plenty_.
row, _roll_, _wrap_.
rown-tree, _mountain-ash_.
rudd, _complexion_.
rybybe, _kind of fiddle_.
ryn, _run_.
rysse, _rise_.

safe-guard, _a riding-skirt_.
saghe, _saw_.
saikless, _guiltless_.
sained, _crossed_, _consecrated_.
sall, _shall_.
same, 25, _some_, _each_.
sark, _shirt_.
sathe, _sooth_, _truth_.
saw, _saying_, _tale_.
sawtrye, _psaltery_.
scathe, _damage_.
schane, _shone_.
scho, _she_.
schone, _shoes_.
scort, _short_.
sculd, _should_.
seannachy, _genealogist, bard, or story-teller_.
seck, _sack_.
sekirlye, _truly_.
selle, _saddle_.
senne, _since_.
sere, _sore_.
seres, _sires_, _sirs_.
sey, 18, v. 29, _saw_.
share, 193, _slip_, _strip_.
shathmont, 126, [A. Sax. scaeftmund,] _a measure from the top of the
extended thumb to the utmost part of the palm, six inches_.
shee, 166, _shoe_.
sheede, _spill_.
sheeld-bones, _blade-bones_, _shoulder-blades_.
sheen, _bright_.
sheen, _shoes_.
sheep's-silver, _mica_.
shent, _injured_, _abused_; 48, _shamed_.
sheugh, _furrow_, _ditch_.
sic, _such_.
sichin', _sighing_.
sicken, _such_.
skaith, _harm_.
skaith, [qy. skail?] 136, _save_, _keep innocent of_.
skill, but a, 371, _only reasonable?_
skinked, _poured out_.
sky sett in, 262, for _sunset_ or _evening_.
skyll, _reason_, _manner_, _matter_.
slae, _sloe_.
slawe, _slain_.
slichting, _slighting_.
smert, _quickly_.
snell, _quick_, _keen_.
solace, solas, _recreation_, _sport_.
sooth, soth, _truth_;
sothely, _truly_.
soth, 276, _sweet_.
soun, _sound_.
speed, 11, _fare_.
spier, _ask_.
spylle, _destroy_.
stappin', 148, _stopping_.
stark, _strong_.
start, _started_.
stefly, _thickly_.
stered, _guided_.
stern light, 112, _light of stars_.
stiffe, 29, _strong_, _stout_.
stinted, _stopped_.
store, _big_, _strong_.
stown, _stolen_.
stowre, _strong_, _brave_.
straiked, _stroaked_.
strak, _struck_.
stratlins, 183, _straddlings?_
streek, _stretch_.
sture, 155, _big_, _strong_.
stythe, _stead_, _place_.
suire, _neck_.
suld, _should_.
swick, _blame_.
swilled, 242, _shook, as in rinsing_.
swoghyne, 103, _soughing_.
swylke, _such_.
syde, _long_.
syen, _since_.
syke, _rivulet_, _marshy bottom_.
sykerly, sykerlyke, _certainly_, _truly_.
syne, _then_.
syth, _times_.
sythen, _since_.

tabull dormounte, 19, _standing table_, _the fixed table at the end
of the hall_. (?)
tae, _toe_.
taiken, _token_.
tee, _to_.
teind, _tithe_.
tene, _grief_, _sorrow_, _loss_, _harm_.
tente, _attention_, _heed_;
takis gude tente, _give good attention to_.
tett, 109, _lock_ [_of hair._]
thae, _those_.
than, _then_
thar, _where_.
thar, 275, _it needs_.
then, _than_.
think lang, _to be weary_, _impatient_.
thir, _these_, _those_.
tho, _then_.
thoghte, _seemed_.
thoth, thouch, thouth, _though_.
thought lang, _seemed long_; _grew weary_, _felt ennui_.
thouth, 274, _seemed_.
throw, _short time_, _while_.
thrubchandler, 237?
tide, _time_.
till, _to_.
tirled at the pin, _trilled, or rattled, at the door-pin, or latch,
to obtain admission_.
tither, _the other_.
tod, _fox_.
toute, 22. See Chaucer.
touting, _tooting_.
travayle, _labor_.
traye, 104, _suffering_. [dree?]
tree, _wood_, _staff_.
trew, _trow_.
tryst, _appointment_, _assignation_.
twal, _twelve_.
twan, _twined_.
twine, _part_, _deprive of_.
tyde, _time_.
tyte, _promptly_, _quick_.

unco, _strangely_, _very_.

vanes, _flags_.
venerye, _hunting_.
vent, _went_.
verament, _truly_.
villanye, vilony, _disgrace_.
vntill, _unto_.
vones, (wones,) _dwellest_.
vytouten, _without_.

wa', _wall_.
wace, _wax_.
wad, _pledge_.
wad, 212, _waded_.
wadded, 9, _woad-colored_, _blue_.
wadna, _would not_.
wae, waefu', waesome, _sorrowful_, _sad_.
waif, _straying_.
wald, _would_.
walker, 10, _fuller_.
wall-wight men, 176, _picked_ (waled) _strong men_, _warriors_:
see vol. vi., p. 220, v. 15.
wan afore, 255, _came before_.
wane, _dwelling_.
war, _where_.
ware of, to be, _to perceive_.
warld's maike, 264, _companion for life_.
warluck, _a wizard_, _a man in league with the devil_.
warsled, _wrestled_, _struggled_.
warwolf, _werwolf_, _manwolf_.
wat, _wet_.
waught, _draught_.
wauking, _walking_.
waylawaye, _alas_.
wee, _little_.
weiest, 254, [Jamieson,] _saddest_, _darkest_.
weird, _fate_.
weird, _destine_.
wend, _weened_.
wer, were, _war_.
wern, _refuse_.
werre, _worse_.
werryed, _worried_.
wesch, _wash_.
wete, weten, _knowing_.
whareto, _wherefore_.
wharfrae, _whence_.
whereas, _where_.
wi, _with_.
wicht, _strong_, _nimble_,
wide, 199, _wade_.
widershins, _the contrary way_, _the way contrary to the course
of the sun_.
wide-whare, _widely_, _far and near_.
wierd, _fate_.
wight, _strong_, _active_, _nimble_.
wilder'd, _carried astray_.
win, _go to_, _attain_;
win up, _get up_.
win, _rescue_.
wind blows in your glove, 67?
winna, _will not_.
wistna, _knew not_.
wit, _know_, _knowledge_.
wittering, _information_.
witti, _intelligible_.
wodewale, _woodpecker_.
woe, _sad_.
won, _dwell_.
wonige, 275, [adj. qy. woning?] _dwelling_.
wood, _mad_.
worth, 276, _become_, _be the result_.
worthy, I were, 26, _it would become me_.
wow, _exclamation of astonishment or grief_.
wpe, _up_.
wrebbe, 98; _wrebbe and wrye_, _turn and twist_?
wrought, 240, for raught, _reached_.
wrucked up, 240, _thrown up_.
wrye, 98, _wrebbe and wrye_, _turn and twist_?
wud, _wood_.
wull, 253, _wandering in ignorance of one's course_, _lost in error_,
_bewildered_.
wylos, _willow_.
wyndouten, _without_.
wyne-berye, _grape_.
wysse, _wise_.
wyt, _with_.
wyte, 136, _blame_.
wyth, 276, _wight_, _agile_.
wytouten, _without_.

yard, _staff_.
yat, _that_.
yate, _gate_.
y-born, _born_.
y-doon, _done_.
ychon, _each one_.
yeen, 274, _against_, _towards_.
ye'se, _ye shall_, _will_.
yestreen, _yesterday_.
yett, _gate_
ylk, _each_.
yod, _went_.
yone, _yon_.
yyng, _young_.

zede, _went_.
zonge, _young_. &c.

[z]e, _ye_.
[z]ede, _went_.
[z]it, _yet_. &c.

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Transcriber's Notes

Archaic, unusual and inconsistent spelling or punctuation has generally been retained as in the original. Where changes have been made to the text these are listed below:

page 47 (line 148) added missing close quotation mark:

Nor keepe me lingering here in paine."

page 221 (lines 73, 74) moved close quotation mark:

"Pray, sir, did you not send for me,
By such a messenger?" said she:

page 221 (line 80) deleted extraneous open quotation mark:

"Go in," said he, "and go to bed;
I'll see the horse well littered."

page 248: added missing open quotation mark ("Go on yet a little farther," said the hen-wife, "till thou come to a round green hill ...")

page 250 (line 33) added missing single quotation mark:

"'And sit thou down; and wae, O wae
That ever thou was born;

page 259 (lines 47, 48) added missing open quotation mark:

"Our king's dochter, she gaes wi' bairn,
And we'll get a' the wyte."

page 263 (line 150) added missing closing single quotation mark:

The Queen o' Elfin she'll cry out,
'True Tam-a-Line's awa'.'

page 276 added missing closing quotation mark

For him that mensked man wyt mith,
Wat sal worth of this were?" &c.

page 288: the line numbering in Lord Dingwall is in error, but has been retained as per the original.

page 295 (line 40) added missing open quotation mark:

"O tak me out," May Marg'ret cried,
"O tak me hame to thee;

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