Chapter XXXVIII: Part 38

2
She was scarce fifteen years of age
When she came to Earl Brand's bed.
Wi the braw knights o Airly

3
'O Earl Brand, I fain wad see
Our grey hounds run over the lea.'
Mang the braw bents o Airly

4
'O,' says Earl Brand, 'I've nae steads but one,
And you shall ride and I shall run.'
Oer the braw heights o Airly

5
'O,' says the lady, 'I hae three,
And ye shall hae yeer choice for me.'
Of the braw steeds o Airly

6
So they lap on, and on they rade,
Till they came to auld Carle Hood.
Oer the braw hills o Airly

7
Carl Hood's aye for ill, and he's no for good,
He's aye for ill, and he's no for good.
Mang the braw hills o Airly

8
'Where hae ye been hunting a' day,
And where have ye stolen this fair may?'
I' the braw nights sae airly

9
'She is my sick sister dear,
New comd home from another sister.'
I the braw nights sae early

10
'O,' says the lady, 'if ye love me,
Gie him a penny fee and let him gae.'
I the braw nights sae early

11
He's gane home to her father's bower,
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .

12
'Where is the lady o this ha?'
'She's out wi the young maids, playing at the ba.'
I the braw nights so early

13
'No,' says another, 'she's riding oer the moor,
And a' to be Earl Brand's whore.'
I the braw nights so early

14
The king mounted fifteen weel armed men,
A' to get Earl Brand taen.
I the braw hills so early

15
The lady looked over her white horse mane:
'O Earl Brand, we will be taen.'
In the braw hills so early

16
He says, If they come one by one,
Ye'll no see me so soon taen.
In the braw hills so early

17
So they came every one but one,
And he has killd them a' but ane.
In the braw hills so early

18
And that one came behind his back,
And gave Earl Brand a deadly stroke.
In the braw hills of Airly

19
For as sair wounded as he was,
He lifted the lady on her horse.
In the braw nights so early

20
'O Earl Brand, I see thy heart's bluid!'
'It's but the shadow of my scarlet robe.'
I the braw nights so early

21
He came to his mother's home;
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .

22
She looked out and cryd her son was gone,
And a' for the sake [of] an English loon.
. . . . . . .

23
'What will I do wi your lady fair?'
'Marry her to my eldest brother.'
The brawest knight i Airly

21^1. to her.

21^1, 22 _are written as one stanza_.

I

A stall-copy lent me by Mrs Alexander Forbes, Liberton,
Edinburgh.

1
'Rise up, rise up, Lord Douglas,' she said,
'And draw to your arms so bright;
Let it never be said a daughter of yours
Shall go with a lord or a knight.

2
'Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons,
And draw to your armour so bright;
Let it never be said a sister of yours
Shall go with a lord or a knight.'

3
He looked over his left shoulder,
To see what he could see,
And there he spy'd her seven brethren bold,
And her father that lov'd her tenderly.

4
'Light down, light down, Lady Margret,' he said,
'And hold my steed in thy hand,
That I may go fight with your seven brethren bold,
And your father who's just at hand.'

5
O there she stood, and bitter she stood,
And never did shed a tear,
Till once she saw her seven brethren slain,
And her father she lovd so dear.

6
'Hold, hold your hand, William,' she said,
'For thy strokes are wondrous sore;
For sweethearts I may get many a one,
But a father I neer will get more.'

7
She took out a handkerchief of holland so fine
And wip'd her father's bloody wound,
Which ran more clear than the red wine,
And forked on the cold ground.

8
'O chuse you, chuse you, Margret,' he said,
'Whether you will go or bide!'
'I must go with you, Lord William,' she said,
'Since you've left me no other guide.'

9
He lifted her on a milk-white steed,
And himself on a dapple grey,
With a blue gilded horn hanging by his side,
And they slowly both rode away.

10
Away they rode, and better they rode,
Till they came to yonder sand,
Till once they came to yon river side,
And there they lighted down.

11
They lighted down to take a drink
Of the spring that ran so clear,
And there she spy'd his bonny heart's blood,
A running down the stream.

12
'Hold up, hold up, Lord William,' she says,
'For I fear that you are slain;'
''T is nought but the shade of my scarlet clothes,
That is sparkling down the stream.'

13
He lifted her on a milk-white steed,
And himself on a dapple grey,
With a blue gilded horn hanging by his side,
And slowly they rode away.

14
Ay they rode, and better they rode,
Till they came to his mother's bower;
Till once they came to his mother's bower,
And down they lighted there.

15
'O mother, mother, make my bed,
And make it saft and fine,
And lay my lady close at my back,
That I may sleep most sound.'

16
Lord William he died eer middle o the night,
Lady Margret long before the morrow;
Lord William he died for pure true love,
And Lady Margret died for sorrow.

17
Lord William was bury'd in Lady Mary's kirk,
The other in Saint Mary's quire;
Out of William's grave sprang a red rose,
And out of Margret's a briar.

18
And ay they grew, and ay they threw,
As they wad fain been near;
And by this you may ken right well
They were twa lovers dear.

105 b. #D.# 10. For Kinlock (twice) read Kinloch; and read I, 330.

The stanza cited is found in Kinloch MSS, VII, 95 and 255.

107 b. There is possibly a souvenir of Walter in Sušil, p. 105, No 107. A man and woman are riding on one horse in the mountains. He asks her to sing. Her song is heard by robbers, who come, intending to kill him and carry her off. He bids her go under a maple-tree, kills twelve, and spares one, to carry the booty home.

#9. The Fair Flower of Northumberland.#

P. 111 a. #B b#, as prepared by Kinloch for printing, is found in Kinloch MSS, VII, 105.

Add: #F.# 'The Fair Flower of Northumberland,' Gibb MS., No 8.

117.

F

Gibb MS., No 8: 'The Fair Flower o Northumberland,' from
Jeannie Stirling, a young girl, as learned from her
grandmother.

* * * * * * *

1
She stole the keys from her father's bed-head,
O but her love it was easy won!
She opened the gates, she opened them wide,
She let him out o the prison strong.

2
She went into her father's stable,
O but her love it was easy won!
She stole a steed that was both stout and strong,
To carry him hame frae Northumberland.

* * * * * * *

3
'I'll be cook in your kitchen,
Noo sure my love has been easy won!
I'll serve your own lady with hat an with hand,
For I daurna gae back to Northumberland.'

4
'I need nae cook in my kitchin,
O but your love it was easy won!
Ye'll serve not my lady with hat or with hand,
For ye maun gae back to Northumberland.'

5
When she gaed hame, how her father did ban!
'O but your love it was easy won!
A fair Scottish girl, not sixteen years old,
Was once the fair flower o Northumberland!'

10. The Twa Sisters.

Page 118 b. #K# is found in Kinloch MSS, VII, 256.

Add: #V.# 'Benorie,' Campbell MSS, II, 88.

#W.# 'Norham, down by Norham,' communicated by Mr Thomas Lugton, of Kelso.

#X.# 'Binnorie,' Dr Joseph Robertson's Note-Book, January 1, 1830, p. 7, one stanza.

#Y.# Communicated to Percy by Rev. P. Parsons, April 7, 1770.

119 a. Note [127], first line. Read: I, 315.

120 a, first paragraph. "A very rare but very stupid modern adaptation, founded on the tradition as told in Småland, appeared in Götheborg, 1836, small 8vo, pp 32: Antiquiteter i Thorskinge. Fornminnet eller Kummel-Runan, tolkande Systersveket Bröllopps-dagen." The author was C. G. Lindblom, a Swedish priest. The first line is:

"En Näskonung bodde på Illvedens fjäll."

Professor George Stephens.

120 a. Note [129], lines 3, 4. Read: and in 14, 15, calls the drowned girl "the bonnie miller's lass o Binorie," meaning the bonnie miller o Binorie's lass.

124 a, last paragraph. A drowned girl grows up on the sea-strand as a linden with nine branches: from the ninth her brother carves a harp. "Sweet the tone," he says, as he plays. The mother calls out through her tears, So sang my youngest daughter. G. Tillemann, in Livona, ein historisch-poetisches Taschenbuch, Riga u. Dorpat, 1812, p. 187, Ueber die Volkslieder der Letten. Dr R. Köhler points out to me a version of this ballad given with a translation by Bishop Carl Chr. Ulmann in the Dorpater Jahrbücher, II, 404, 1834, 'Die Lindenharfe,' and another by Pastor Karl Ulmann in his Lettische Volkslieder, übertragen, 1874, p. 199, No 18, 'Das Lied von der Jüngsten.' In the former of these the brother says, Sweet sounds my linden harp! The mother, weeping, It is not the linden harp; it is thy sister's soul that has swum through the water to us; it is the voice of my youngest daughter.

124 b, first paragraph. In Bohemian, 'Zakletá dcera,' 'The Daughter Cursed,' Erben, 1864, p. 466 (with other references); Moravian, Sušil, p. 143, No 146. Dr R. Köhler further refers to Peter, Volksthümliches aus Österreichisch-Schlesien, I, 209, 'Die drei Spielleute;' Meinert, p. 122, 'Die Erle;' Vernaleken, Alpensagen, p. 289, No 207, 'Der Ahornbaum.'

125 b. Add to the citations: 'Le Sifflet enchanté,' E. Cosquin, Contes populaires lorrains, No 26, Romania, VI, 565, with annotations, pp 567 f; Köhler's Nachträge in Zeitschrift für romanische Philologie, II, 350 f; Engelien u. Lahn, Der Volksmund in der Mark Brandenburg, I, 105, 'Diä 3 Brüöder;' Sébillot, Littérature orale de la Haute-Bretagne, p. 220, Les Trois Frères, p. 226, 'Le Sifflet qui parle.' (Köhler.)

132. #I.# 10^2. Read: for water.

#K.# Say: Kinloch MSS, VII, 256.

1^2. And I'll gie the hail o my father's land.

2. The first tune that the bonnie fiddle playd, 'Hang my sister Alison,' it said.

3. 'I wad gie you.'

136 a. #R b.# Read: Lanarkshire.

V

Campbell MS., II, 88.

1
There dwelt twa sisters in a bower,
Benorie, O Benorie
The youngest o them was the fairest flower.
In the merry milldams o Benorie

2
There cam a wooer them to woo,
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .

3
He's gien the eldest o them a broach and a real,
Because that she loved her sister weel.
At etc.

4
He's gien the eldest a gay penknife,
He loved the youngest as dear as his life.
At etc.

5
'O sister, O sister, will ye go oer yon glen,
And see my father's ships coming in?'
At etc.

6
'O sister dear, I darena gang,
Because I'm feard ye throw me in.'
The etc.

7
'O set your foot on yon sea stane,
And was yeer hands in the sea foam.'
At etc.

8
She set her foot on yon sea stane,
To wash her hands in the sea foam.
At etc.

9
. . . . . . .
But the eldest has thrown the youngest in.
The etc.

10
'O sister, O sister, lend me your hand,
And ye'se get William and a' his land.'
At etc.

11
The miller's daughter cam out clad in red,
Seeking water to bake her bread.
At etc.

12
'O father, O father, gae fish yeer mill-dam,
There's either a lady or a milk-[white] swan.'
In etc.

13
The miller cam out wi his lang cleek,
And he cleekit the lady out by the feet.
From the bonny milldam, etc.

14
Ye wadna kend her pretty feet,
The American leather was sae neat.
In etc.

15
Ye wadna kend her pretty legs,
The silken stockings were so neat tied.
In etc.

16
Ye wadna kend her pretty waist,
The silken stays were sae neatly laced.
In etc.

17
Ye wadna kend her pretty face,
It was sae prettily preend oer wi lace.
In etc.

18
Ye wadna kend her yellow hair,
It was sae besmeared wi dust and glar.
In etc.

19
By cam her father's fiddler fine,
And that lady's spirit spake to him.
From etc.

20
She bad him take three taits o her hair,
And make them three strings to his fiddle sae rare.
At etc.

21
'Take two of my fingers, sae lang and sae white,
And make them pins to your fiddle sae neat.'
At etc.

22
The ae first spring that the fiddle played
Was, Cursed be Sir John, my ain true-love.
At etc.

23
The next spring that the fiddle playd
Was, Burn burd Hellen, she threw me in.
The etc.

2, 3. _In the MS. thus_:

There came ...
Benorie ...
He's gien ...
At the merry ...
Because that ...
At the merry ...

8, 9. _In the MS. thus_:

She set ...
Benorie ...
To wash ...
At the ...
But the eldest ...
The bonny ...

_From 18 on, the burden is_

O Benorie, O Benorie.

W

Communicated by Mr Thomas Lugton, of Kelso, as sung by an
old cotter-woman fifty years ago; learned by her from her
grandfather.

1
Ther were three ladies playing at the ba,
Norham, down by Norham
And there cam a knight to view them a'.
By the bonnie mill-dams o Norham

2
He courted the aldest wi diamonds and rings,
But he loved the youngest abune a' things.

* * * * * * *

3
'Oh sister, oh sister, lend me your hand,
And pull my poor body unto dry land.

4
'Oh sister, oh sister, lend me your glove,
And you shall have my own true love!'

5
Oot cam the miller's daughter upon Tweed,
To carry in water to bake her bread.

6
'Oh father, oh father, there's a fish in your dam;
It either is a lady or a milk-white swan.'

7
Oot cam the miller's man upon Tweed,
And there he spied a lady lying dead.

8
He could not catch her by the waist,
For her silken stays they were tight laced.

9
But he did catch her by the hand,
And pulled her poor body unto dry land.

10
He took three taets o her bonnie yellow hair,
To make harp strings they were so rare.

11
The very first tune that the bonnie harp played
Was The aldest has cuisten the youngest away.

X

Dr Joseph Robertson's Note-Book, January 1, 1830, p. 7.

I see a lady in the dam,
Binnorie, oh Binnorie
She shenes as sweet as ony swan.
I the bonny milldams o Binnorie

Y

Communicated to Percy, April 7, 1770, and April 19, 1775,
by the Rev. P. Parsons, of Wye, near Ashford, Kent: "taken
down from the mouth of the spinning-wheel, if I may be
allowed the expression."

1
There was a king lived in the North Country,
Hey down down dery down
There was a king lived in the North Country,
And the bough it was bent to me
There was a king lived in the North Country,
And he had daughters one, two, three.
I'll prove true to my love,
If my love will prove true to me.

* * * * * * *

2
He gave the eldest a gay gold ring,
But he gave the younger a better thing.

3
He bought the younger a beaver hat;
The eldest she thought much of that.

4
'Oh sister, oh sister, let us go run,
To see the ships come sailing along!'

5
And when they got to the sea-side brim,
The eldest pushed the younger in.

6
'Oh sister, oh sister, lend me your hand,
I'll make you heir of my house and land.'

7
'I'll neither lend you my hand nor my glove,
Unless you grant me your true-love.'

8
Then down she sunk and away she swam,
Untill she came to the miller's mill-dam.

9
The miller's daughter sat at the mill-door,
As fair as never was seen before.

10
'Oh father, oh father, there swims a swan,
Or else the body of a dead woman.'

11
The miller he ran with his fishing hook,
To pull the fair maid out o the brook.

12
'Wee'll hang the miller upon the mill-gate,
For drowning of my sister Kate.'

139a. #K.# _~I wad give you~, is the beginning of a new stanza (as seen above)._

141b. #S.# Read: 1^3. _MS._, Orless.

11. The Cruel Brother.

P. 141. #B, I.# Insert the title,'The Cruel Brother.'

Add: #L.# 'The King of Fairies,' Campbell MSS, II, 19.

#M.# 'The Roses grow sweet aye,' Campbell MSS, II, 26.

#N.# 'The Bride's Testamen,' Dr Joseph Robertson's Note-Book, January 1, 1830, one stanza.

142 b, second paragraph, lines 5, 6. Say: on the way kisses her arm, neck, and mouth.

Add, as varieties of 'Rizzardo bello:'

#B.# 'Luggieri,' Contado aretino, communicated by Giulio Salvatori to the Rassegna Settimanale, Rome, 1879, June 22, No 77, p. 485; reprinted in Romania, XI, 391, note.

#C.# 'Rizzôl d'Amor,' Guerrini, Alcuni Canti p. romagnoli, p. 3, 1880.

#D.# 'La Canzóne de 'Nucénzie,' Pitré e Salomone-Marino, Archivio per Tradizioni popolari, I, 213, 1882.

143. Slavic ballads resembling 'Graf Friedrich.'

Moravian, Sušil, 'Nešt'astna svatba,' 'The Unhappy Wedding,' No 89, c, d, pp 85 f. A bridegroom is bringing home his bride; his sword slips from the sheath and wounds the bride in the side. He binds up the wound, and begs her to hold out till she comes to the house. The bride can eat nothing, and dies in the night. Her mother comes in the morning with loads of cloth and feathers, is put off when she asks for her daughter, reproaches the bridegroom for having killed her; he pleads his innocence.

Servian. Karadshitch, I, 309, No 421, 'Jani and Milenko,' belongs to this class, though mixed with portions of at least one other ballad ('Earl Brand'). Milenko wooes the fair Jani, and is favored by her mother and by all her brothers but the youngest. This brother goes hunting, and bids Jani open to nobody while he is away, but Milenko carries her off on his horse. As they are riding over a green hill, a branch of a tree catches in Jani's dress. Milenko attempts to cut the branch off with his knife, but in so doing wounds Jani in the head. Jani binds up the wound, and they go on, and presently meet the youngest brother, who hails Milenko, asks where he got the fair maid, discovers the maid to be his sister, but bids her Godspeed. On reaching his mother's house, Milenko asks that a bed may be prepared for Jani, who is in need of repose. Jani dies in the night, Milenko in the morning. They are buried in one grave; a rose is planted over her, a grape-vine over him, and these intertwine, "as it were Jani with Milenko."

143 b, after the first paragraph. A pallikar, who is bringing home his bride, is detained on the way in consequence of his whole train leaving him to go after a stag. The young man, who has never seen his bride's face, reaches over his horse to give her a kiss; his knife disengages itself and wounds her. She begs him to staunch the blood with his handkerchief, praying only to live to see her bridegroom's house. This wish is allowed her; she withdraws the handkerchief from the wound and expires. Dozon, Chansons p. bulgares, 'Le baiser fatal,' p. 270, No 49.

143 b, sixth line of the third paragraph. Read: 'Lord Randal.'

144 a, line 4. 'Catarina de Lió;' in Milá, Romancerillo Catalan, 2d ed., No 307, p. 291, 'Trato feroz,' seven versions.

Line 15. Cf. Bladé, Poésies p. de la Gascogne, II, 51.

144 b, first paragraph. A mother, not liking her son's wife, puts before him a glass of mead, and poison before the wife. God exchanges them, and the son drinks the poison. The son makes his will. To his brother he leaves four black horses, to his sister four cows and four calves, to his wife a house. "And to me?" the mother asks. "To you that big stone and the deep Danube, because you have poisoned me and parted me from my beloved." Sušil,' Matka travička,' pp 154, 155, No 157, two versions.

144 b, second paragraph. 'El testamento de Amelia,' No 220, p. 185, of the second edition of Romancerillo Catalan, with readings of eleven other copies, #A-F#, #A_{1}-F_{1}#. In #B_{1}# only have we an ill bequest to the mother. After leaving her mother a rosary, upon the mother's asking again, What for me? the dying lady says, I will leave you my chopines, clogs, so that when you come downstairs they may break your neck.

There are testaments in good will also in 'Elveskud,' Grundtvig, No 47, IV, 836 ff, #L# 14, 15, #M# 17, #O# 17-19.

151.

L

Campbell MSS, II, 19.

1
There were three ladies playing at the ba,
With a hey and a lilly gay
When the King o Fairies rode by them a'.
And the roses they grow sweetlie

2
The foremost one was clad in blue;
He askd at her if she'd be his doo.

3
The second of them was clad in red;
He askd at her if she'd be his bride.

4
The next of them was clad in green;
He askd at her if she'd be his queen.

5
'Go you ask at my father then,
And you may ask at my mother then.

6
'You may ask at my sister Ann,
And not forget my brother John.'

7
'O I have askd at your father then,
And I have askd at your mother then.

8
'And I have askd at your sister Ann,
But I've quite forgot your brother John.'

9
Her father led her down the stair,
Her mother combd down her yellow hair.

10
Her sister Ann led her to the cross,
And her brother John set her on her horse.

11
'Now you are high and I am low,
Give me a kiss before ye go.'

12
She's lootit down to gie him a kiss,
He gave her a deep wound and didna miss.

13
And with a penknife as sharp as a dart,
And he has stabbit her to the heart.

14
'Ride up, ride up,' says the foremost man,
'I think our bride looks pale an wan.'

15
'Ride up, ride up,' says the middle man,
'I see her heart's blude trinkling down.'

16
'Ride on, ride,' says the Fairy King,
'She will be dead lang ere we win hame.'

17
'O I wish I was at yonder cross,
Where my brother John put me on my horse.

18
'I wish I was at yonder thorn,
I wad curse the day that ere I was born.

19
'I wish I was at yon green hill,
Then I wad sit and bleed my fill.'

20
'What will you leave your father then? '
'The milk-white steed that I ride on.'

21
'What will you leave your mother then?'
'My silver Bible and my golden fan.'

22
'What will ye leave your sister Ann?'
'My good lord, to be married on.'

23
'What will ye leave your sister Pegg?'
'The world wide to go and beg.'

24
'What will you leave your brother John? '
'The gallows-tree to hang him on.'

25
'What will you leave your brother's wife?'
'Grief and sorrow to end her life.'

_Burden in all but 1, 2, 13, ~lilly hey~; in 16, 17, 18, ~spring sweetlie~; in 22, ~smell sweetlie~._

M

Campbell MSS, II, 26.

1
There was three ladies playing at the ba,
With a hay and a lilly gay
A gentleman cam amang them a'.
And the roses grow sweet aye

2
The first of them was clad in yellow,
And he askd at her gin she'd be his marrow.

3
The next o them was clad in green;
He askd at her gin she'd be his queen.

4
The last o them [was] clad in red;
He askd at her gin she'd be his bride.

5
'Have ye asked at my father dear?
Or have ye asked my mother dear?

6
'Have ye asked my sister Ann?
Or have ye asked my brother John?'

7
'I have asked yer father dear,
And I have asked yer mother dear.

8
'I have asked yer sister Ann,
But I've quite forgot your brother John.'

9
Her father dear led her thro them a',
Her mother dear led her thro the ha.

10
Her sister Ann led her thro the closs,
And her brother John stabbed her on her horse.

11
'Ride up, ride up,' says the foremost man,
'I think our bride looks pale and wan.'

12
'Ride up,' cries the bonny bridegroom,
'I think the bride be bleeding.'

13
'This is the bludy month of May,
Me and my horse bleeds night and day.

14
'O an I were at yon green hill,
I wad ly down and bleed a while.

15
'O gin I was at yon red cross,
I wad light down and corn my horse.

16
'O an I were at yon kirk-style,
I wad lye down and soon be weel.'

17
When she cam to yon green hill,
Then she lay down and bled a while.

18
And when she cam to yon red cross,
Then she lighted and corned her horse.

19
'What will ye leave your father dear?'
'My milk-white steed, which cost me dear.'

20
'What will ye leave your mother dear?'
'The bludy clothes that I do wear.'

21
'What will ye leave your sister Ann?'
'My silver bridle and my golden fan.'

22
'What will ye leave your brother John?'
'The gallows-tree to hang him on.'

23
'What will ye leave to your sister Pegg?'
'The wide world for to go and beg.'

24
When she came to yon kirk-style,
Then she lay down, and soon was weel.

15^1. green cross.

17^2. bleed.

N

Dr Joseph Robertson's Note-Book, January 1, 1830, No 4.

Then out bespak the foremost priest:
Wi a heigh ho and a lilly gay
I think she's bleedin at the breast.
The flowers they spring so sweetly

12. Lord Randal.

P. 151.

#B.# Add: Kinloch MSS, VII, 89.

#D.# Read: #a.# 'Lord Randal,' Minstrelsy, etc. #b.# 'Lord Rannal,' Campbell MSS, II, 269.

#I.# Add: #h.# Communicated by Mr George M. Richardson. #i.# Communicated by Mr George L. Kittredge.

#K. b.# Insert after Popular Rhymes: 1826, p. 295. Add: #d.# 'The Crowdin Dou,' Kinloch MSS, I, 184.

Add: #P.# 'Lord Ronald, my son,' communicated by Mr Macmath, of Edinburgh.

#Q.# 'Lord Randal,' Pitcairn's MSS, III, 19.

#R.# 'Little wee toorin dow,' Pitcairn's MSS, III, 13, from tradition.

153 a. I failed to mention, though I had duly noted them, three versions of 'L'Avvelenato,' which are cited by Professor D'Ancona in his Poesia popolare Italiana, pp 106 ff.

#D.# The Canon Lorenzo Panciatichi refers to the ballad in a 'Cicalata in lode della Padella e della Frittura,' recited at the Crusca, September 24, 1656, and in such manner as shows that it was well known. He quotes the first question of the mother, "Dove andastù a cena," etc. To this the son answered, he says, that he had been poisoned with a roast eel: and the mother asking what the lady had cooked it in, the reply was, In the oil pot.

#E.# A version obtained by D'Ancona from the singing of a young fellow from near Pisa, of which the first four stanzas are given. Some verses after these are lost, for the testament is said to supervene immediately.

#F.# A version from Lecco, which has the title, derived from its burden, 'De lu cavalieri e figliu de re,' A. Trifone Nutricati Briganti, Intorno ai Canti e Racconti popolari del Leccese p. 17. The first four stanzas are cited, and it appears from these that the prince had cooked the eel himself, and, appropriately, in a gold pan.

154 a, first paragraph. #F# is given by Meltzl, Acta Comparationis, 1880, columns 143 f, in another dialect.

154 b. #Magyar.# The original of this ballad, 'A megétett János,' 'Poisoned John' (as would appear, in the Szekler idiom), was discovered by the Unitarian bishop Kriza, of Klausenburg, and was published by him in J. Arany's 'Koszoru,' in 1864. It is more exactly translated by Meltzl in the Acta Comparationis Litterarum Universarum, 1880, VII, columns 30 f, the original immediately preceding. Aigner has omitted the second stanza, and made the third into two, in his translation. The Szekler has ten two-line stanzas, with the burden, Ah, my bowels are on fire! Ah, make ready my bed! In the second stanza John says he has eaten a four-footed crab; in the sixth he leaves his elder brother his yoke of oxen; in the seventh he leaves his team of four horses to his younger brother. Also translated in Ungarische Revue, 1883, p. 139, by G. Heinrich.

#B#, another Szekler version, taken down by Meltzl from the mouth of a girl, is in seven two-line stanzas, with the burden, Make my bed, sweet mother! 'János,' Acta, cols 140 f, with a German translation. John has been at his sister-in-law's, and had a stuffed chicken and a big cake. At his elder sister's they gave him the back of the axe, bloody stripes. He bequeaths to his elder sister remorse and sickness; to his sister-in-law six oxen and his wagon; to his father illness and poverty; to his mother kindness and beggary.

156 b, second paragraph. Polish: add Roger, p. 66, No 119. Add further: Little Russian, Golovatsky, Part I, pp 206, 207, 209, Nos 32, 33, 35. Masovian, Kozlowski, No 14, p. 52, p. 53. (Sacharof, IV, 7==Čelakovský, III, 108.)

157 a, second paragraph. Kaden translates Nannarelli, p. 52. (Köhler.)

157 b. Italian #A# is translated by Evelyn Carrington in The Antiquary, III, 156 f. #D# also by Freiligrath, II, 226, ed. Stuttgart, 1877.

158 a. #B.# Found in Kinloch MSS, VII, 89. The sixth stanza is not there, and was probably taken from Scott, #D#.

160 a. #D.# Read: #a.# Minstrelsy, etc. #b.# Campbell MSS, II, 269.

163 a. #I.# Add: #h.# By Mr George M. Richardson, as learned by a lady in Southern New Hampshire, about fifty years ago, from an aged aunt. #i.# By Mr George L. Kittredge, obtained from a lady in Exeter, N. H.

164 a. #K.# Insert under #b#, after Scotland: 1826, p. 295. Add: #d.# Kinloch MSS, I, 184.

164 b. #K# 6^2. Read: head and his feet.

165.

P

Communicated by Mr Macmath, of Edinburgh, as derived from
his aunt, Miss Jane Webster, formerly of Airds of Kells,
now (January, 1883) of Dalry, Kirkcudbrightshire, who
learned it more than fifty years ago from Mary Williamson,
then a nurse-maid at Airds.

1
'Where hae ye been a' day, Lord Ronald, my son?
Where hae ye been a' day, my handsome young one?'
'I've been in the wood hunting; mother, make my bed soon,
For I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'

2
'O where did you dine, Lord Ronald, my son?
O where did you dine, my handsome young one?'
'I dined with my sweetheart; mother, make my bed soon,
For I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'

3
'What got you to dine on, Lord Ronald, my son?
What got you to dine on, my handsome young one?'
'I got eels boiled in water that in heather doth run,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'

4
'What did she wi the broo o them, Lord Ronald, my son?
What did she wi the broo o them, my handsome young one?'
'She gave it to my hounds for to live upon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'

5
'Where are your hounds now, Lord Ronald, my son?
Where are your hounds now, my handsome young one?'
'They are a' swelled and bursted, and sae will I soon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'

6
'What will you leave your father, Lord Ronald, my son?
What will you leave your father, my handsome young one?'
'I'll leave him my lands for to live upon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'

7
'What will you leave your brother, Lord Ronald, my son?
What will you leave your brother, my handsome young one?'
'I'll leave him my gallant steed for to ride upon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'

8
'What will you leave your sister, Lord Ronald, my son?
What will you leave your sister, my handsome young one?'
'I'll leave her my gold watch for to look upon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'

9
'What will you leave your mother, Lord Ronald, my son?
What will you leave your mother, my handsome young one?'
'I'll leave her my Bible for to read upon,
And I am weary, weary hunting, and fain would lie doun.'

10
'What will you leave your sweetheart, Lord Ronald, my son?
What will you leave your sweetheart, my handsome young one?'
'I'll leave her the gallows-tree for to hang upon,
It was her that poisoned me;' and so he fell doun.

Q

Pitcairn's MSS, III, 19. "This was communicated to me by
my friend Patrick Robertson, Esq., Advocate,[427] who
heard it sung by an old lady in the North Country; and
though by no means enthusiastic about popular poetry, it
struck him so forcibly that he requested her to repeat it
slowly, so as he might write it down." Stanzas 2-5 "were
very much similar to the set in Scott's Minstrelsy," and
were not taken down.

1
'O whare hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son?
O whare hae ye been, my handsome young man?'
'Oer the peat moss mang the heather, mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary hunting, and fain wad lie down.'

6
'What leave ye to your father, Lord Randal, my son?
What leave ye to your father, my handsome young man?'
'I leave my houses and land, mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm weary, weary hunting, and fain wad lie down.'

7
'What leave ye to your brother, Lord Randal, my son?
What leave ye to your brother, my handsome young man?'
'O the guid milk-white steed that I rode upon,
For I'm weary, weary hunting, and fain wad lie down.'

8
'What leave ye to your true-love, Lord Randal, my son?
What leave ye to your true-love, my handsome young man?'
'O a high, high gallows, to hang her upon,
For I'm weary, weary hunting, and fain wad lie down.'

R

Pitcairn's MSS, III, 11. "From tradition: widow
Stevenson."

1
'Whare hae ye been a' day, my little wee toorin dow?'
'It's I've been at my grandmammy's; mak my bed, mammy, now.'

2
'And what did ye get frae your grandmammy, my little wee toorin dow?'
'It's I got a wee bit fishy to eat; mak my bed, mammy, now.'

3
'An what did ye do wi the banes o it, my little wee toorin dow?'
'I gied it to my black doggy to eat; mak my bed, mammy, now.'

4
'An what did your little black doggy do syne, my little wee toorin
dow?'
'He shot out his head, and his feet, and he died; as I do, mammy, now.'

S

Communicated to Percy by Rev. P. Parsons, of Wye, near
Ashford, Kent, April 19, 1775: taken down by a friend of
Mr Parsons "from the spinning-wheel, in Suffolk."

1
'Where have you been today, Randall, my son?
Where have you been today, my only man?'
'I have been a hunting, mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, fain woud lie down.
Dear sister, hold my head, dear mother, make my bed,
I am sick at the heart, fain woud lie down.'

2
'What have you eat today, Randal, my son?
What have you eat today, my only man?'
'I have eat an eel; mother, make,' etc.

3
'What was the colour of it, Randal, my son?
What was the colour of it, my only man?'
'It was neither green, grey, blue nor black,
But speckled on the back; make,' etc.

4
'Who gave you eels today, Randal, my son?
Who gave you eels today, my only man?'
'My own sweetheart; mother, make,' etc.

5
'Where shall I make your bed, Randal, my son?
Where shall I make your bed, my only man?'
'In the churchyard; mother, make,' etc.

6
'What will you leave her then, Randall, my son?
What will you leave her then, my only man?'
'A halter to hang herself; make,' etc.

166 #a.# Insert after #C#:

#D. b.# _Disordered: #b# 1==#a# 1; #b# 2==#a# 4; #b# 3==#a# 5^{1,2} + #a# 2^{3,4}; #b# 4==#a# 3; #a# 2^{1,2}, 5^{3,4}, are wanting._

#b.# 1^3, been at the hunting.

3^2. I fear ye've drunk poison.

3^3==#a# 2^3. I supd wi my auntie.

4^{1,2}==#a# 3^{1,2}. your supper.

_This copy may be an imperfect recollection of #a.#_

166 b.

#I. h.# _Four stanzas only, 1, 2, 6, 7._

1^2. my own little one.

1^4. at the heart ... and fain.

6^1. will you leave mother.

7^1. will you leave grandma.

7^3. a rope.

#k.# _Seven stanzas_.

1^3. to see grandmother.

1^4. sick at heart, and fain.

2^3. Stripëd eels fried.

3==#a# 6, #d# 5, #h# 3.

3^{1,2}. Your grandmother has poisoned you.

3^3. I know it, I know it.

4==#a# 6. 4^{1,2}. would you leave mother.

5==#a# 8, #b# 9, #h# 7.

5^{1,2}. would you leave sister.

5^3. A box full of jewels.

6==#a# 7; 7==#a# 8.

6^{1,2}. would you leave grandmother.

6^3. A rope for to hang her.

7^{1,2}. O where shall I make it.

#K.# _Add after #c#:_

#d.# 1^1, my bonnie wee crowdin, _and always_.

2^1. frae your stepmither.

2^2. She gied me a bonnie wee fish, it was baith black and blue.

5^1. my ain wee dog.

6^1. And whare is your ain wee dog.

6^2.
It laid down its wee headie and deed,
And sae maun I do nou.

#Q.# "The second, third, fourth, and fifth stanzas were very much similar to the set Lord Ronald, in Scott's Border Minstrelsy, and as Mr Robertson was hurried he did not take down the precise words." MS., p. 21.

_~Ronald~ is changed to ~Randal~ in 6, 7, but is left in 8._

#R.# _Written in four-line stanzas._

13. Edward.

P. 168 a, first paragraph. Add: Swedish #E#, Aminson, Bidrag till Södermanlands Kulturhistoria, III, 37, eight stanzas. Nine stanzas of Finnish #B# are translated by Schott, Acta Comparationis, 1878, IV, cols 132, 133. The murder here is for wife-seduction, a peculiar and assuredly not original variation.

168 b. #B# is translated by Adolph von Marées, p. 27; by Graf von Platen, II, 329, Stuttgart, 1847; after Herder into Magyar, by Dr Karl von Szász.

14. Babylon; or, The Bonnie Banks o Fordie.

P. 172 a. #Swedish.# Professor George Stephens points me to two localized prose outlines of the story, one from Småland, the other from Skåne; 'Truls och hans barn,' in the Svenska Fornminnesföreningens Tidskrift, II, 77 f.

15. Leesome Brand.

P. 179 #a.# Swedish. II. Add: #I#, 'Risa lill,' Wigström, Folkdiktning, II, 28.

180 a, lines 25, 26. Read: #A#, #G#, #M#, #X#.

181 a. #German.# Add: #D#, 'Der Ritter und seine Geliebte,' Ditfurth, Deutsche Volks- und Gesellschaftslieder des 17. und 18. Jahrhunderts, p. 14, No 13. (Köhler.)

181 b. #French.# #C.# A still more corrupted copy in Poésies populaires de la France, III, fol. 143, 'La fausse morte.' #D.# Fol. 215 of the same volume, a very pretty ballad from Périgord, which has lost most of the characteristic incidents, but not the tragic conclusion.

182 b, first paragraph. A similar scene, ending happily, in I Complementi della Chanson d'Huon de Bordeaux, pubblicati da A. Graf, pp 26 ff. (Köhler.)

183 b, stanzas 27, 28. Compare:

Modhreu lärde sonnenn sinn:
'Skiuter tu diur och skiuter tu råå;

'Skiuter tu diur och skiuter tu råå,
Then salige hindenn lätt tu gå!'

'Den förtrollade Jungfrun,' Arwidsson, II, 260, No 136, #A# I, 2.

17. Hind Horn.

P. 187. #F.# Insert the title 'Young Hyndhorn.'

#G.# Insert: Kinloch MSS, VII, 117.

192. Dr Davidson informs me that many years ago he heard a version of 'Hind Horn,' in four-line stanzas, in which, as in 'Horn et Rymenhild' and 'Horn Childe and Maiden Rimnild,' Horn took part in a joust at the king's court,

An young Hind Horn was abune them a'.

He remembers further only these stanzas:

'O got ye this o the sea sailin,
Or got ye 't o the lan?
Or got ye 't o the bloody shores o Spain,
On a droont man's han?'

'I got na 't o the sea sailin,
I got na 't o the lan,
Nor yet upo the bloody shores o Spain,
On a droont man's han.'

193 b (2). Add: 'Herr Lovmand,' Kristensen, I, 136, No 52.

194. A corrupt fragment of a ballad, 'Der Bettler,' in Schröer's Ausflug nach Gottschee, p. 210 f (Köhler), retains features like 'Hind Horn.' The beggar comes to a wedding, and sits by the stove. The bride kindly says, Nobody is thinking of the beggar, and hands him a glass of wine. He says, Thanks, fair bride; thou wast my first wife. Upon this the _bridegroom_ jumps over the table, crying, Bachelor I came, and bachelor will go.

The Epirots and Albanians have a custom of betrothing or marrying, commonly in early youth, and of then parting for a long period. A woman was lately (1875) buried at Iannina who, as the archbishop boasted in the funeral discourse, had preserved her fidelity to a husband who had been separated from her thirty years. This unhappy usage has given rise to a distinct class of songs. Dozon, Chansons populaires bulgares, p. 294, note.

195 b (5). The German popular rhymed tale of Henry the Lion is now known to have been composed by the painter Heinrich Götting, Dresden, 1585. Germania, XXVI, 453, No 527.

198 a, to first paragraph. For the marvellous transportation in these stories, see a note by Liebrecht in Jahrbücher für rom. u. eng. Literatur, III, 147. In the same, IV, 110, Liebrecht refers to the legend of Hugh of Halton, recounted by Dugdale in his Antiquities of Warwickshire, II, 646, ed. of 1730, and Monasticon Anglicanum, IV, 90 f, ed. 1823 (and perhaps in Dugdale's Baronage of England, but I have not found it there). Hugo is another Gerard: the two half-rings miraculously unite. (Köhler.) See, also, Landau on Torello, 'Der Wunderritt,' Quellen des Dekameron 1884, pp 193-218.

198 b, third paragraph. Other versions of 'Le Retour du Mari:' Fleury, Littérature Orale de la Basse-Normandie, p. 268; E. Legrand, Romania, X, 374, also from Normandy.

A ballad of the nature of 'Le Retour du Mari' is very popular in Poland: Kolberg, No 22, pp 224 ff, some dozen copies; Wojcicki, I, 287; Wojcicki, II, 311==Kolberg's #c#; Lipinski, p. 159==Kolberg's i; Konopka, p. 121, No 20; Kozłowski, No 5, p. 35, p. 36, two copies. In Moravian, 'První milejší,' 'The First Love,' Sušil, No 135, p. 131. The general course of the story is that a young man has to go to the war the day of his wedding or the day after. He commits his bride to her mother, saying, Keep her for me seven years; and if I do not then come back, give her to whom you please. He is gone seven years, and, returning then, asks for his wife. She has just been given to another. He asks for a fiddle [pipe], and says he will go to the wedding. They advise him to stay away, for there will be a disturbance. No, he will only stand at the door and play. The bride jumps over four tables, and makes a courtesy to him on a fifth, welcomes him and dismisses the new bridegroom.

199 a, end of the first paragraph. I forgot to mention the version of Costantino, agreeing closely with Camarda's, in De Rada, Rapsodie d'un poema albanese raccolte nelle colonie del Napoletano, pp 61-64.

200. A maid, parting from her lover for three years, divides her ring with him. He forgets, and prepares to marry another woman. She comes to the nuptials, and is not known. She throws the half ring into a cup, drinks, and hands the cup to him. He sees the half ring, and joins it to his own. This is my wife, he says. She delivered me from death. He annuls his marriage, and espouses the right woman. Miklosisch, Ueber die Mundarten der Zigeuner, IV, Märchen u. Lieder, 15th Tale, pp 52-55, at the end of a story of the class referred to at p. 401 f. (Köhler.)

A personage appeared at Magdeburg in 1348 in the disguise of a pilgrim, asked for a cup of wine from the archbishop's table, and, in drinking, dropped into the cup from his mouth the seal ring of the margrave Waldemar, supposed to have been long dead, but whom he confessed or avowed himself to be. Klöden, Diplomatische Geschichte des für falsch erklärten Markgrafen Waldemar, p. 189 f. (Köhler.)

A wife who long pursues her husband, lost to her through spells, drops a ring into his broth at the feast for his second marriage, is recognized, and they are happily reunited: The Tale of the Hoodie, Campbell, West Highland Tales, I, 63-66.

In a pretty Portuguese ballad, which has numerous parallels in other languages, a long-absent husband, after tormenting his wife by telling her that she is a widow, legitimates himself by saying, Where is your half of the ring which we parted? Here is mine: 'Bella Infanta,' Almeida-Garrett, II, 11, 14, Braga, Cantos p. do Archipelago Açoriano, p. 300; 'Dona Infanta,' 'Dona Catherina,' Braga, Romanceiro Geral, pp 3 f, 7.

See, further, for ring stories, Wesselofsky, Neue Beiträge zur Geschichte der Salomonsage, in Archiv für Slavische Philologie, VI, 397 f; Hahn, Neugriechische Märchen, No 25.

The cases in which a simple ring is the means of recognition or confirmation need, of course, not be multiplied.

200 a, line twenty-four. For Alesha read Alyosha.

205. #G.# In Kinloch MSS, VII, 117. After "from the recitation of my niece, M. Kinnear, 23 August, 1826," is written in pencil "Christy Smith," who may have been the person from whom Miss Kinnear derived the ballad, or another reciter. Changes are made in pencil, some of which are written over in ink, some not. The printed copy, as usual with Kinloch, differs in some slight respects from the manuscript.

I

#a.# From the recitation of Miss Jane Webster, formerly of
Airds of Kells, now of Dalry, both in the Stewartry of
Kirkcudbright, December 12, 1882. #b.# From Miss Jessie
Jane Macmath and Miss Agnes Macmath, nieces of Miss
Webster, December 11, 1882: originally derived from an old
nurse. Communicated by Mr Macmath, of Edinburgh.

* * * * * * *

1
She gave him a gay gold ring,
Hey lillelu and how lo lan
But he gave her a far better thing.
With my hey down and a hey diddle downie

2
He gave her a silver wan,
With nine bright laverocks thereupon.

* * * * * * *

3
Young Hynd Horn is come to the lan,
There he met a beggar man.

4
'What news, what news do ye betide?'
'Na news but Jeanie's the prince's bride.'

5
'Wilt thou give me thy begging weed?
And I'll give thee my good grey steed.

6
'Wilt thou give me thy auld grey hair?
And I'll give ye mine that is thrice as fair.'

7
The beggar he got on for to ride,
But young Hynd Horn is bound for the bride.

8
First the news came to the ha,
Then to the room mang the gentles a'.

9
'There stands a beggar at our gate,
Asking a drink for young Hynd Horn's sake.'

10
'I'll ga through nine fires hot
To give him a drink for young Hynd Horn's sake.'

11
She gave him the drink, and he dropt in the ring;
The lady turned baith pale an wan.

12
'Oh got ye it by sea, or got ye it by lan?
Or got ye it off some dead man's han?'

13
'I got it not by sea, nor I got it not by lan,
But I got it off thy milk-white han.'

14
'I'll cast off my dress of red,
And I'll go with thee and beg my bread.

15
I'll cast off my dress of brown,
And follow you from city to town.

16
'I'll cast off my dress of green,
For I am not ashamed with you to be seen.'

17
'You need not cast off your dress of red,
For I can support thee on both wine and bread.

18
'You need not cast off your dress of brown,
For I can keep you a lady in any town.

19
'You need not cast off your dress of green,
For I can maintain you as gay as a queen.'

207 b. Add: #F#. 1^3, 7^1, 9^1, 13^2, Hyndhorn.

208. #I.# b. 1-3, 6, 8, 10, 14, 16-19, _wanting_.

_Burden_ 2: Wi my hey-dey an my hey deedle downie.

5^1. O gie to me your aul beggar weed.

11.
She gave him the cup, and he dropped in the ring:
O but she turned pale an wan!

_Between 11 and 12_:

O whaur got e that gay gold ring?
. . . . . . .

13^2. your ain fair han.

15.
O bring to me my dress o broun,
An I'll beg wi you frae toun tae toun.

216 a. Sir Orfeo has been lately edited by Dr Oscar Zielke: Sir Orfeo, ein englisches Feenmärchen aus dem Mittelalter, mit Einleitung und Anmerkungen, Breslau, 1880.

20. The Cruel Mother.

P. 218. #D. b.# Kinloch MSS, VII, 23. Insert again at p. 221.

#F. a.# Also in Motherwell's MS., p. 514. Insert again at p. 222.

#I. a.# Also in Motherwell's MS., p. 475. Insert again at p. 223.

Add: #N.# 'The Loch o the Loanie,' Campbell MSS, II, 264.

219 b. Add to the German versions of 'The Cruel Mother:' #M.# Pater Amand Baumgarten, Aus der volksmässigen Ueberlieferung der Heimat: IX, Geburt, Heirat, Tod, mit einem Anhang von Liedern, p. 140. ['Das ausgesetzte Kind.'] #N.# A. Schlosser, Deutsche Volkslieder aus Steiermark, p. 336, No 306, 'Der alte Halter und das Kind' (not yet seen by me). (Köhler.)

220 a. A ballad of Slavic origin in Nesselmann's Littauische Volkslieder, No 380, p. 322, resembles the German and Wendish versions of 'The Cruel Mother,' with a touch of 'The Maid and the Palmer.' (G. L. Kittredge.)

220 b, line 7. Read: Hausschatz.

225.

N

Campbell MSS, II, 264.

1
As I lookit oer my father's castle wa,
All alone and alone O
I saw two pretty babes playing at the ba.
Down by yon green-wood sidie

2
'O pretty babes, gin ye were mine,'
Hey the loch o the Loanie
'I would clead ye o the silk sae fine.'
Down by that green-wood sidie

3
'O sweet darlings, gin ye were mine,'
Hey the loch o the Loanie
'I would feed ye on the morning's milk.'
Down by that green-wood sidie

4
'O mither dear, when we were thine,'
By the loch o the Loanie
'Ye neither dressd us wi silk nor twine.'
Down by this green-wood sidie

5
'But ye tuke out your little pen-knife,'
By, etc.
'And there ye tuke yer little babes' life.'
Down by the, etc.

6
'O mither dear, when this ye had done,'
Alone by, etc.
'Ye unkirtled yersel, and ye wrapt us in 't.'
Down by the, etc.

7
'Neist ye houkit a hole fornent the seen.'
All alone and alone O
'And tearless ye stappit your little babes in'
Down by the, etc.

8
'But we are in the heavens high,'
And far frae the loch o the Loanie
'But ye hae the pains o hell to d[r]ie.'
Before ye leave the green-wood sidie

226 a. #C.# Cunningham, as Mr Macmath has reminded me, has made this stanza a part of another ballad, in Cromek's Remains, p. 223.

231. #Catalan.# The Romancerillo Catalan, in the new edition, p. 10, No 12, 'Magdalena,' gives another version, with the variations of eight more copies, that of the Observaciones being now #C#.