Chapter XXXVI: Appendix (12)

23
‘Yes,’ Harye answered, sore he sight,
With a woefull hart thus did he saye;
‘Mary, overwell I knowe that wight,
I was his pressoner yesterdaie.

24
‘Toe frome home, my lord, that I was boune,
A Burgess voyage was boune so faire,
Sir Andrewe Barton met with me,
And robd me of mye merchantes-waire.

25
‘And I ame a man in mickle debte,
And everye one craves his owne of mee;
And I am boune to London, my lorde,
Fore toe comepleanne to good King Henrye.’

26
‘But even I pray the,’ saies Lord Charlles Howeerd,
‘Henrye, let me that robber see,
Where that Scoott hath teyne from the a grootte,
I’le paye the back a shillinge,’ said hee.

27
‘Nay, God forbid! yea, noble lord,
I heare your Honor speake amisse;
Christ keepe yowe out of his companye!
Ye wott not what kine a man he is.

28
‘He is brase within and steelle without,
He beares beames in his topcastle hye,
He hath threscore peece on ether side,
Besides, my lorde, well mande is he.

29
‘He hath a pennis is dearelye deighte,
She is dearelye deighte and of mickell pried;
His pennis hath ninescorre men and more,
And thirtene peece on ethere side.

30
‘Were yowe twentie shippes, my lorde,
As your Honor is but one,
Ethere bye lerbord or by lowe
That Scootte would overcome yowe, everye one.’

31
‘Marye, that’s ill hartinge,’ saies my lord Charlls Howeward,
‘Harye, to welcome a stranger to the sea;
I’le ether bringe thatt Scootte and his shippe toe England,
Or into Scootteland hee [’s] carrye me.’

32
‘Well, since the matter is soe flatte,
Take heed, I’le tell yowe this before;
If yowe Sir Andrewe chance toe borde,
Let noe man toe his topcastle goe.

33
‘Excepte yowe have a gunner goode
That can well marke with his eye;
First seeke to gette his pennis sunk,
The soonner overcome his selfe may bee.

34
‘Yesterdaie I was Sir Andrewe’s pressonner,
And ther he tooke me sworne,’ saide hee;
‘Before I’le leave off my serving God,
My wild-maide oeth may brooken be.

35
‘Will yowe lend me sexe peece of ordenance, my lord,
To carye into my shippe with mee?
Toe morrowe by seven a clocke, and souner,
In the morne yowe shall Sir Andrewe see.

36
‘Fore I will set yowe a glasse, my lord,
That yowe shall saille forth all this night;
Toe morrowe be seven a clocke, and souner,
Yow’s se Sir Andrewe Barton, knight.’

37
Nowe will we leave talkinge of Harry Hunt;
The worthye Howwarde tooke to the sea;
By the morne, by seven a clocke, and souner,
My lord hee did Sir Andrewe see.

38
A larborde, wher Sir Andrewe laye,
They saide he tould his gold in the light;
‘Nowe, by my faith,’ saide my lord Charlles Howwarde,
‘I se yonne Scootte, a worthë wight!

39
‘All our greatt ordienance wee’ll take in;
Fetch downe my streemers,’ then saide hee,
‘And hange me forth a white willowe-wande,
As a marchante-man that sailles by the sea.’

40
By Sir Andrewe then mye lord he past,
And noe topsaille let fall would hee:
‘What meanes yonne English dogg?’ he saies,
‘Dogs doe knowe noe curtissie.

41
‘For I have staid heare in this place
Admirall more then yearës three;
Yet was not ther Englisheman or Portingaill
Could passe by me with his liffe,’ saide he.

42
‘Once I met with the Portingaills,
Yea, I met with them, ye, I indeed;
I salted thirtie of ther heades,
And sent them home to eate with breade.

43
‘Nowe by me is yoen pedler past;
It greves me at the hart,’ said hee;
‘Fetch me yoen English dogs,’ he saide,
‘I’le hange them al on my mayn-mast-tree.’

44
Then his pennis shotte of a peec[e] of ordenance;
The shootte my lord might verye well ken,
Fore he shootte downe his missonne-mast,
And kild fifteen of my lordë’s men.

45
‘Come hether, Peter Simond,’ said my lord Charles Howward,
‘Letes se thi word standis in steede;
On my mayn-mast-tre thowe must be hunge,
If thowe misse three mill a penney breed.’

46
Petter was ould, his hart was bould;
He tooke a peece frome hie and laid hir beloue;
He put in a chean of yeard[ë]s nine,
Besides all other greate shoote and smalle.

47
And as he maide that gune to goe,
And verye well he marke[d] with his eie,
The first sight that Sir Andrewe sawe,
He sawe his penis sunke in the sea.

48
When Sir Andrewe sawe his pennis sunke,
That man in his hart was no thinge well:
‘Cut me my cabells! let me be lousse!
I’le fetch yoen English dogges me selne.’

49
When my lord sawe Sir Andrewe from his anker loouse,
Nay, Lord! a mighty man was hee:
‘Let my drumes strike up and my trumpetes sound,
And blaise my banners vailliantlie.’

50
Peter Simon’s sonne shoote of a gune;
That Sir Andrewe might very well ken;
Fore he shoott throughe his over-decke,
And kild fifttie of Sir Andrewe’s men.

51
‘Ever alack!’ said Sir Andrewe Barton,
‘I like not of this geare,’ saide hee;
‘I doubt this is some English lorde
That’s comed to taik me on the sea.’

52
Harrye Hunt came in on the other side;
The shoote Sir Andrewe might very well ken;
Fore he shoote downe his misson-mast,
And kild other fortye of his men.

53
‘Ever alacke!’ said Sir Andrewe Barton,
‘What maye a trewe man thinke or saye?
He is becomed my greatest enymye
That was my pressonner yesterdaie.

54
‘Yet feare no English dogges,’ said Sir Andrew Barton,
‘Nor fore ther forse stand ye [in] no awe;
My hands shall hange them all my selfe,
Froe once I let my beames downe fawe.

55
‘Come hether quick, thou Girdon goode,
And come thou hether at my call,
Fore heare I may noe longer staye;
Goe up and let my beames down fall.’

56
Then he swarmd up the maine-mast-tree,
With mickell might and all his maine;
Then Horsley with a broode-headed arrowe
Stroke then Girdon throughe the weame.

57
And he fell backe to the hatches againe,
And in that wound full sore did bleed;
The blood that ran soe fast from hime,
They said it was the Girdon’s deed.

58
‘Come hether, thow James Hamelton,
Thowe my sister’s sonne, I have noe moe;
I’le give the five hundreth pound,’ he saide,
‘Ife thowe wilt toe the top[ca]saille goe.’

59
Then he swarmd up the mayn-mast-tree.
With mickell might and all his mayne;
Then Horsley with a broode-arrowe-head
Tooke hime in at the buttuke of the utuer beame.

60
Yet frome the tre he would not parte,
But up in haist he did prossed;
Then Horsley with anotheir arrowe
Strooke then Hamelton throughe the heade.

61
When Sir Andrewe sawe his sister’s sonne slayne,
That man in his heart was nothinge well:
‘Fight, maisters!’ said Sir Andrewe Barton,
‘It’s time I’le to the top myselne.’

62
Then he put on the armere of prooffe,
And it was guilt with gold full cleare:
‘My brother John of Barton,’ he saide,
‘Full longe against Portingaill he it weare.’

63
When he had on that armore of prooffe,
Yea, on his bodye he had that on,
Marry, they that sawe Sir Andrewe Barton
Said arrowes nor guns he feared none.

64
Yet Horsley drewe a broode-headed arrowe,
With mickell might and all his mayne;
That shaft against Sir Andrewe’s brest
Came back to my lord Howwarde’s shippe agayne.

65
When my lord he sawe that arrowe comme,
My lord he was a woefull wight;
‘Marke well thine ame, Horsley,’ he saide,
‘Fore that same shoote I’le make the knight.’

66
‘Ever alacke!’ said Horsley then,
’ For howe soe ever this geare doth goe,
If I for my service louse my heade,
I have in this shippe but arrowe[s] towe.’

67
Yet he mar[k]t hime with the one of them,
In a previe place and a secrete pert;
He shoote hime in at the left oxtere,
The arrowe quiett throughe [the] harte.

68
‘Feight, maisters!’ said Sir Andrewe Barton,
‘I’se a lettle hurt, but I ame not slayne;
I’le lie me downe and bleede a whill,
I’le risse and feight with yowe agayne.

69
‘Yet feare noe English dogges,’ said Sir Andrewe Barton,
‘Nore fore there force stand ye [in] noe awe;
Stick stifeley to Sir Andrewe Barton,
Feight till ye heare my whisstill blowe.’

70
The could noe skill of the whisstill heare;
Quoeth Hary Hunt, I der lay my heade,
My lord, yowe maye take the shippe when yowe will,
I se Sir Andrewe Barton [’s] deade.

71
And then they borded that noble shippe,
On both the sides, with all ther men;
Ther was eighten [score] Scootes a live,
Besides all other was hurte and slayne.

72
Then up my lord tooke Sir Andrewe Barton,
And of he cutt the dead man’s head:
‘I would forsweare England for twenty years,
Toe have the quicke as thowe art deade.

73
But of he cut the dead man’s heade,
And bounde his bodye toe borden tre,
And tiede five hundreth angels about his midle,
That was toe cause hime buried toe bee.

74
Then they sailled toe Ingland agayne,
With mickle merienes, as I weane;
They entred Englishe land agayn
On the night before S^{te} Maudlen even.

75
Toe mete my lord came the kinge an quen,
And many nobles of hie degree;
They came fore noe kind of thinge
But Sir Andrewe Barton they would see.

76
Quoth my lord, Yowe may thanke Allmighty God,
And foure men in the shippe with mee,
That ever we scaipt Sir Andrewe [’s] hands;
England had never such an enniemie.

77
‘That’s Henrye Hunt and Petter Symon,
William Horsley and Petter Symon [’s] sonne;
Reward all thoesse fore there paynes,
They did good service att that time.’

78
‘Henry Hunt shall have his whistle and chean,
A noble a daie I’le give him,’ quoeth hee,
‘And his coustome betwexte Trent tid and Tyne,
Soe longe as he doth use the sea.

79
‘Petter Symon shall have a crowne a daie,
Halfe a crowne I’le give his sonne;
That was fore a shoott he sente
Sir Andrew Barton with his gune.

80
‘Horsley, right I’le make the a knight,
In Yorkshiere shall thy dwellinge be;
My lord Charlles Howwarde shall be an earle,
And soe was never Howward before,’ quoth he.

81
‘Everye Englishe man shall have eightten pens a daie
That did mainetayne [t]his feight soe free,
And everye Scotchman a shillinge a daie
Till they come atte my brother Jamie.’

_In eight-line stanzas._

1^4. chelvellrye. chevachie? _or some sort of_ vallie?

3^1. Yea.

4^2. farre.

10^3. and blause.

10^4. give the the.

14^4. height: was _interlined_.

16^2. thou’s be?

19^2. sterne. _For_ streemers, _see_ 39^2, _and_ B 33^2.

23^3. weight.

28^3. threscoree.

29^4. sidde.

30^1. Were yare. _Perhaps_ thare.

30^3. by lowe. _Cf._ #A# 29^2:==hull?

32^3. you and.

38^4, 65^2. weight.

44^4. xv^{th}.

45^2. the word.

46^3. ninee.

47^3. sawee.

52^1. sidde.

54^2. yea no.

55^1. hether, drinke.

58^2. noe more.

58^4, 66^2. goee.

59^3. _Probably_ broode-headed arrowe, _as in_ 56^3, 64^1.

59^4. utuer==outer? bane? _But I do not understand._

62^4. Portingaill they weare: _cf._ #A# 59^4.

72^3. xx^{th}.

73^3. 5: angles.

75^1. Toe might.

78^2. An noble.

79^4. gunee.

81^4. Jamie, Jamiee.

168. Flodden Field.

P, 351 b, 12. See an account of the exhumation of a corpse wrapped in a hide without a covering of lead, in Archæologia, I, 34. (G. L. K.)

169. Johnie Armstrong.

P. 367, note †. A new-born child thrown into the water by its mother tells her that she has lost Paradise: ‘L’Enfant noyé,’ La Tradition, V, 116.

172. Musselburgh Field.

P. 378. Is this the song quoted by Sir Toby in Twelfth Night, II, 3 (and hitherto unidentified), “O, the twelfth day of December”? (G. L. K.)

173. Mary Hamilton.

Pp. 379–97. #I# a was first printed in the second edition of the Minstrelsy, 1803, II, 163. (Read in 1^2, on her; in 3^2, hand.) The copy principally used was one furnished by Sharpe, which was not #A a#, and has not so far been recovered. Besides this, “copies from various quarters” were resorted to. (Half a dozen stanzas are found in #G#, but #G# itself is very likely a compilation). Eight copies from Abbotsford are now printed for the first time. Two of these may have been in Scott’s hands in time to be used, two were certainly not, and for the others we have no date.

There is only one novel feature in all these copies: in #U# 13 Mary’s paramour is a pottinger. The remark that there is no trace of an admixture of the Russian story with that of the apothecary, page 383, must therefore be withdrawn.[151] Mary in this version, as in #E#, #F#, #Q#, #T#, #U#, #V#, #Y#, is daughter of the Duke of York.

#X#, like #E#, #F#, has borrowed from No 95: see 13–15.

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S

Finlay sent Scott, March 27, 1803, the following copy of ‘The Queen’s Marie,’ as he “had written it down from memory:” Letters addressed to Sir Walter Scott, I, No 87, Abbotsford. Stanzas 10, 9, 12 appear in the second volume of the Minstrelsy, 1802, p. 154, with the variation of a couple of words, as ‘The Lament of the Queen’s Marie’ (here #I b#). Perhaps Finlay adopted these three stanzas into his copy. Stanzas 1, 3, 6, 8, with very slight variations, were printed by Finlay in the preface to his Scottish Ballads, 1808 (#O#).

1
There lived a lord into the South,
An he had daughters three;
The youngest o them’s gaen to the king’s court,
To learn some courtesie.

2
She had na been in the king’s court
A twelvemonth an a day,
When word is thro the kitchen gaen,
An likewise thro the ha,
That Mary Moil was gane wi child
To the highest steward of a’.

3
She rowd it into a basket
An flang’t into the sea,
Saying, Sink ye soon, my bonny babe,
Ye’se neer get mair o me.

4
She rowd it into a basket
An flang’t into the faem,
Saying, Sink ye soon, my bonny babe,
I’se gang a maiden hame.

5
O whan the news cam to the king
An angry man was he;
He has taen the table wi his foot,
An in flinders gart it flie.

6
‘O woe be to you, ye ill woman,
An ill death may ye die!
Gin ye had spared the sweet baby’s life,
It might have been an honour to thee.

7
‘O busk ye, busk ye, Mary Moil,
O busk, an gang wi me,
For agen the morn at ten o clock
A rare sight ye sall see.’

8
She wadna put on her gown o black,
Nor yet wad she o brown,
But she wad put on her gown o gowd,
To glance thro Embro town.

9
O whan she cam to the Netherbow Port
She gied loud laughters three,
But whan she cam to the gallows-foot
The tear blinded her ee.

10
Saying, O ye mariners, mariners,
That sail upon the sea,
Let not my father nor mother to wit
The death that I maun die.

11
‘For little did father or mother wit,
The day they cradled me,
What foreign lands I should travel in,
Or what death I should die.

12
‘Yestreen the Queen had four Maries,
The night she’ll hae but three;
There was Mary Seton, an Mary Beaton,
An Mary Carmichael, an me.’

3^3, 4^3. _We should read_ Sink ye, soom ye, _as in A 3^3, U 14^3,
X 4^3, and other copies._

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T

Communicated to Sir Walter Scott by Mrs Christiana Greenwood, London, 21st February and 27th May, 1806, from the recitation of her mother and her aunt, who learned the ballad above fifty years before from Kirstan Scot, then an old woman, at Longnewton, near Jedburgh: Letters at Abbotsford, I, Nos 173, 189.

1
There was a duke, and he dwelt in York,
And he had daughters three;
One of them was an hostler-wife,
And two were gay ladies.

2
O word’s gane to Queen Mary’s court,
As fast as it coud gee,
That Mary Hamilton’s born a bairn,
And the baby they coud na see.

3
Then came the queen and a’ her maids,
Swift tripping down the stair:
‘Where is the baby, Mary,
That we heard weep sae sair?’

4
‘O say not so, Queen Mary,
Nor bear ill tales o me,
For this is but a sore sickness
That oft times troubles me.’

5
They sought it up, they sought it down,
They sought it below the bed,
And there the[y] saw the bonny wee babe,
Lying wallowing in its bluid.

6
‘Now busk ye, busk ye, Mary Hamilton,
Busk ye and gang wi me,
For I maun away to Edinbro town,
A rich wedding to see.’

7
Mary wad na put on the black velvet,
Nor yet wad put on the brown,
But she’s put on the red velvet,
To shine thro Edinbro town.

8
When she came unto the town,
And near the Tolbooth stair,
There stood many a lady gay,
Weeping for Mary fair.

9
‘O haud yeer tongue[s], ye ladys a’,
And weep na mair for me!
O haud yeer tongues, ye ladys a’,
For it’s for my fault I dee.

10
‘The king he took me on his knee
And he gae three drinks to me,
And a’ to put the babie back,
But it wad na gang back for me.

11
‘O ye mariners, ye mariners a’,
That sail out-owr the sea,
Let neither my father nor mother get wit
What has become o me!

12
‘Let neither my father nor mother ken,
Nor my bauld brethren three,
For muckle wad be the gude red bluid
That wad be shed for me.

13
‘Aft hae I laced Queen Mary’s back,
Aft hae I kaimed her hair,
And a’ the reward she’s gein to me’s
The gallows to be my heir.

14
‘Yestreen the queen had four Marys,
The night she’l hae but three;
There was Mary Seatoun, and Mary Beatoun,
An Mary Carmichal, an me.’

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U

‘Lament of the Queen’s Marie,’ “Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 92, Abbotsford. Communicated to Scott, 7th January, 1804, by Rev. George Paxton, Kilmaurs, near Kilmarnock, Ayrshire (afterwards professor of divinity at Edinburgh); from the mouth of Jean Milne, his “aged mother, formerly an unwearied singer of Scotish songs.”

1
‘My father was the Duke of York,
My mother a gay ladye,
And I myself a daintie dame;
The queen she sent for me.

2
‘But the queen’s meat it was sae sweet,
And her clothing was sae rare,
It made me long for a young man’s bed,
And I rued it evermair.’

3
But word is up, and word is down,
Amang the ladyes a’,
That Marie’s born a babe sin yestreen,
That babe it is awa.

4
But the queen she gat wit of this,
She calld for a berry-brown gown,
And she’s awa to Marie’s bower,
The bower that Marie lay in.

5
‘Open your door, my Marie,’ she says,
‘My bonny and fair Marie;
They say you have born a babe sin yestreen,
That babe I fain wad see.’

6
‘It is not sae wi me, madam,
It is not sae wi me;
It is but a fit of my sair sickness,
That oft times troubles me.’

7
‘Get up, get up, my Marie,’ she says,
‘My bonny and fair Marie,
And we’ll away to Edinburgh town,
And try the verity.’

8
Slowly, slowly, gat she up,
And slowly pat she on,
And slowly went she to that milk-steed,
To ride to Edinburgh town.

9
But when they cam to Edinburgh,
And in by the Towbooth stair,
There was mony a virtuous ladye
Letting the tears fa there.

10
‘Why weep ye sae for me, madams?
Why weep ye sae for me?
For sin ye brought me to this town
This death ye gar me die.’

11
When she cam to the Netherbow Port,
She gae loud laughters three;
But when she cam to the gallows-foot
The tear blinded her ee.

12
‘Yestreen the queen had four Maries,
The night she’ll hae but three;
There was Marie Seton, and Marie Beatoun,
And Marie Carmichael, and me.

13
‘My love he was a pottinger,
Mony drink he gae me,
And a’ to put back that bonnie babe,
But alas! it wad na do.

14
‘I pat that bonny babe in a box,
And set it on the sea;
O sink ye, swim ye, bonny babe!
Ye’s neer get mair o me.

15
‘O all ye jolly sailors,
That sail upon the sea,
Let neither my father nor mother ken
The death that I maun die.

16
‘But if my father and mother kend
The death that I maun die,
O mony wad be the good red guineas
That wad be gien for me.’

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V

“Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 9, Abbotsford; in the handwriting of William Laidlaw.

1
‘My father was the Duke of York,
My mother the gay ladie,
An I myself a maiden bright,
An the queen desired me.’

2
But there word gane to the kitchen,
There’s word gane to the ha,
That Mary mild she gangs wi child
To the uppermost stewart of a’.

3
Than they sought but, and they sou[ght] ben,
They sought aneath the bed,
An there the fand the bonnie lad-bairn,
Lyin lappin in his blood.

4
‘Gae buss ye, Marie Hamilton,
Gae buss ye, buss ye bra,
For ye maun away to Edin[brough] town,
The queen’s birthday ...’

5
She wadna put on her black, bla[ck] silk,
Nor wad she put on the brown,
But she pat on the glisterin stufs,
To glister in Edinbrough town.

6
An whan she cam to the water-gate
Loud laughters gae she three,
But whan she cam to the Netherbow Port
The tear blinded Marie’s ee.

7
’Twas up than spak Queen Marie’s nurse,
An a sorry woman was she:
‘Whae sae clever o fit and ready o wit
Has telld sic news o thee!’

8
‘Oft have I Queen Marie’s head
Oft have I caimd her hair,
An a’ the thanks I’ve gotten for that
Is the gallows to be my heir!

9
‘Oft have I dressd Queen Marie’s head,
An laid her in her bed,
An a’ the thanks I’ve gotten for that
Is the green gallows-tree to tread!

10
‘O spare, O spare, O judge,’ she cried,
‘O spair a day for me!’
‘There is nae law in our land, ladie,
To let a murderer be.’

11
‘Yestreen the queen had four Maries,
The night she’ll hae but three;
There was Marie Seaton, and Ma[rie] Bea[ton],
An Marie Carmichael, an me.

12
‘O if my father now but kend
The death that I’m to die,
O muckle, muckle wad be the red gowd
That he wad gie for me.

13
‘An if my brothers kend the death
That I am now to die,
O muckle, muckle wad be the red blood
That wad be shed for me.’

2^{3,4}. Or:

That Mary Hamilton’s born a bairn
An murderd it at the wa.

3^1, 11^3. _Edge bound in._

8^1. caimd _written_, _but struck out_.

8^3. & I the.

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W

“Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 85, Abbotsford.

1
There lived a man in the North Countree
And he had doghters three;
The youngest o them’s to Edinbourgh gaen,
Ane o the queen’s Marys to be.

2
Queen Mary’s bread it was sae white,
And her wine it ran sae clear,
It shewed her the way to the butler’s bed,
And I wait she’s bought dear.

3
For Mary’s to the garden gaen,
To eat o the saven tree,
And a’ ‘s to pit her young son back,
But back he wad na be.

4
So Mary’s to her chamber gaen,
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .

5
Queen Mary she came down the stair,
And a’ her maids afore her:
‘Oh, Mary Miles, where is the child
That I have heard greet sae sore O?’

6
‘There is no child with me, madam,
There is no child with me;
It was only a bit of a cholick I took,
And I thought I was gawen to dee.’

7
So they looked up, and they looked down,
And they looked beneath the bed-foot,
And there they saw a bonnie boy,
Lying weltering in his blood.

8
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
‘Since that you have killed your own dear child,
The same death you shall dee.’

9
When Mary came afore the court,
A loud laugh laughed she;
But when she came to the [gallows-]fit
The tear blinded her ee.

* * * * * *

10
‘O wha will comb Queen Mary’s heed?
Or wha will brade her hair?
And wha will lace her middle sae jimp
Whan [I] am nae langer there?

11
‘Yestreen the queen [had] four Maries,
The night she’ll hae but three;
There was Mary Seaten, and Mary Beaten,
And Mary Carmichal, and me.

* * * * * *

12
‘I’ll not put on my robes of black,
Nor yet my robes of brown,
But I’ll put on a shining braw garb,
That will shine thro Edinbourgh town.’

* * * * * *

13
Oh, whan she came to the Cannongate,
The Cannongate sae hee,
There mony a lord and belted knight
Was grieved for her beautee.

* * * * * *

14
And whan she came to [the] Hee Town,
The Hee Town sae hee,

* * * * * *

10^1. Oh.

11^{1,2}. _Added in a different hand._

12^3. shinning.

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X

‘The Queen’s Maries,’ “Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 91, Abbotsford.

1
There livd a lord in the West Country,
And he had daughters three;
The youngest o them’s to the queen’s court,
To learn some courtesy.

2
She hadna been at the queen’s court
A year but and a day
Till she has fa’n as big wi child,
As big as she coud gae.

3
She’s gane into the garden
To pu the sycamore tree,
And taen the bony bairn in her arms
And thrown it in the sea.

4
She rowd it in her apron
And threw it in the sea:
‘Gae sink or soom, my bony sweet babe,
Ye’ll never get mair o me.’

5
Then in an came Queen Mary,
Wi gowd rings on her hair:
‘O Mary mild, where is the child
That I heard greet sae sair?’

6
‘It wasna a babe, my royal liege,
Last night that troubled me,
But it was a fit o sair sickness,
And I was lyken to dee.’

7
‘O hold yere tongue, Mary Hamilton,
Sae loud as I hear ye lee!
For I’ll send you to Enbro town,
The verity to see.’

8
She wadna put on the ribbons o black,
Nor yet wad she the brown,
But she wad put on the ribbons o gowd,
To gae glittring through Enbro town.

9
As she rade up the Sands o Leith,
Riding on a white horse,
O little did she think that day
To die at Enbro Corss!

10
As she rade up the Cannongate,
She leugh loud laughters three,
And mony a lord and lady said,
‘Alas for that lady!’

11
‘Ye needna say Oh, ye needna cry Eh,
Alas for that lady!
Ye’ll neer see grace in a graceless face,
As little ye’ll see in me.’

12
When she came to the Netherbow Port,
She leugh loud laughters three,
But ere she came to the gallows-foot
The tear blinded her eie;
Saying, Tye a white napkin owr my face,
For that gibbet I downa see.

13
‘O hold yere hand, Lord Justice!
O hold it a little while!
I think I see my ain true-love
Come wandring mony a mile.

14
‘O have ye brought me ony o my gowd?
Or ony o my weel-won fee?
Or are ye come to see me hangd,
Upon this gallows-tree?’

15
‘O I hae brought ye nane o yere gowd,
Nor nane o yere weel-won fee,
But I am come to see ye hangd,
And hangit ye shall be.’

16
‘O all ye men and mariners,
That sail for wealth or fame,
Let never my father or mother get wit
But what I’m coming hame.

17
‘O all ye men and mariners,
That sail upon the sea,
Let never my father or mother get wit
The death that I maun dee.

18
‘Yestreen the queen had four Maries,
The night she’ll hae but three;
There was Mary Seaton, and Mary Beaton,
And Mary Carmichael, and me.’

* * * * *

Y

‘The Queen’s Marys,’ “Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 144, Abbotsford.

1
‘Yestreen the queen had four Marys,
The night she’ll hae but three;
She had Mary Beaton, and Mary Seaton,
And Mary Carmichael, and me.

2
‘My feather was the Duke of York,
My mother a gay lady,
And I mysell a bonnie young may,
And the king fell in love we me.

3
‘The king’s kisses they were so sweet,
And his wine it was so strong,
That I became a mother
Before fifteen years old.’

4
‘O tell the truth now, Mary,
And sett this matter right;
What hae ye made o the babey
Was greeting yesternight?’

5
‘O I will tell you, madam the queen,
I winna tell a lie;
I put it in a bottomless boat
And bad it sail the sea.’

6
‘Ye lie, ye lie now, Mary,
Sae loud’s I hear you lie!
You wasnae out o the palace,
So that coud never be.’

7
‘Weel I will tell you, madam,
Though it should gar me weep;
I stabbd it we my little pen-knife,
And bad it take a sleep.’

8
When she came up the Netherbow,
She geed loud laughters three;
But when she came out o the Parliament Close
The tear blinded her ee.

9
‘O little does my feather ken
The death I am to die,
Or muckel wad be the red, red gould
Wad be payed doun for me.

10
‘O little does my mother think
The death that I am to die,
Or monie wad be the saut, saut tears
That she wad shed for me.

11
‘O never lett my brothers ken
The death that I am to die,
For muckel wad be the red, red blood
That wad be shed for me.

12
‘Aft hae I washd the king’s bonnie face,
Kaimd doun his yellow hair,
And this is a’ the reward he’s geen me,
The gallows to be my share.’

* * * * *

Z

‘The Queen’s Marie,’ “Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 90 a, Abbotsford; in the handwriting of John Leyden.

1
‘Buss ye, bonny Marie Hamilton,
Buss and gae wi me,
For ye maun gae to Edinborough,
A great wedding to see.’

2
‘Ride hooly, hooly, gentlemen,
Ride hooly now wi me,
For never, I’m sure, a wearier bride
Rode in your cumpany.’

3
Little wist Marie Hamilton,
When she rode on the brown,
That she was gawn to Edinborough,
And a’ to be put down.

4
When she came to the Council stairs,
She ga loud laughters three;
But or that she came down again
She was condemmd to dee.

5
‘O ye mariners, mariners, mariners,
When ye sail oer the faem,
Let never my father nor mother to wit
But I’m just coming hame.

6
‘Let never my father nor mother to wit,
Nor my bauld brether[en] three,
Or meckle wad be the red, red gowd
This day be gien for me.

7
‘Let never my father or mother to wit,
Nor my bauld brethren three,
Or meckle war the red, red blude
This day wad fa for me.’

AA

“Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 142, Abbotsford; in the handwriting of James Hogg.

‘Oft hae I kaimd Queen Mary’s head,
An oft hae I curld her hair,
An now I hae gotten for my reward
A gallows to be heir.’

178. Captain Car, or, Edom o Gordon.

P. 426, note *. This history borrows from Sir Robert Gordon. See what he says, p. 166 f., and also previously, p. 164 ff.

428 a. #F#, #G#. “I have a manuscript where the whole scene is transferred to Ayrshire, and the incendiary is called Johnnie Faa.” Note of Sir W. Scott in Sharpe’s Ballad Book, ed. 1880, p. 142.

This copy has not as yet been recovered, but there is another at Abbotsford, a fine fragment, in which Lady Campbell is the heroine. As to Adam McGordon, the c of Mac is often dropped, so that Adam MaGordon and Adam o Gordon are of pretty much the same sound (a remark of Mr Macmath). The Andrew Watty of 13^3 is noted on the last page of the MS. to be “a riding man.”

* * * * *

H

“Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 75, Abbotsford. Communicated to Scott November 6, 1803, by Brace Campbell, Sornbeg, Galston, Ayrshire, through David Boyle, Advocate, afterwards Lord Justice General of Scotland.

1
It fell about the Martinmass time,
When the wind blew shill and cald,
That Adam McGordon said to his men,
Where will we get a hall?

2
‘There is a hall here near by,
Well built with lime and stone;
There is a lady there within
As white as the . . bone.’

3
‘Seven year and more this lord and I
Has had a deadly feud,
And now, since her good lord’s frae hame,
His place to me she’ll yield.’

4
She looked oer her castle-wall,
And so she looked down,
And saw Adam McGordon and his men
Approaching the wood-end.

5
‘Steik up, steik up my yett,’ she says,
‘And let my draw-bridge fall;
There is meickle treachery
Walking about my wall.’

6
She had not the sentence past,
Nor yet the word well said,
When Adam McGordon and his men
About the walls were laid.

7
She looked out at her window,
And then she looked down,
And then she saw Jack, her own man,
Lifting the pavement-stane.

8
‘Awa, awa, Jack my man!
Seven year I paid you meat and fee,
And now you lift the pavement-stane
To let in the low to me.’

9
‘I yield, I yield, O lady fair,
Seven year ye paid me meat and fee;
But now I am Adam McGordon’s man,
I must either do or die.’

10
‘If ye be Adam McGordon’s man,
As I true well ye be,
Prove true unto your own master,
And work your will to me.’

11
‘Come down, come down, my lady Campbell,
Come down into my hand;
Ye shall lye all night by my side,
And the morn at my command.’

12
‘I winna come down,’ this lady says,
‘For neither laird nor lown,
Nor to no bloody butcher’s son,
The Laird of Auchindown.

13
‘I wald give all my kine,’ she says,
‘So wald I fifty pound,
That Andrew Watty he were here;
He would charge me my gun.

14
‘He would charge me my gun,
And put in bullets three,
That I might shoot that cruel traitor
That works his wills on me.’

15
He shot in, and [s]he shot out,
The value of an hour,
Until the hall Craigie North
Was like to be blawn in the air.

16
He fired in, and she fired out,
The value of houris three,
Until the hall Craigie North
The reik went to the sea.

17
‘O the frost, and ae the frost,
The frost that freezes fell!
I cannot stay within my bower,
The powder it blaws sae bald.’

18
But then spake her oldest son,
He was both white and red;
‘O mither dear, yield up your house!
We’ll all be burnt to deed.’

19
Out then spake the second son,
He was both red and fair;
‘O brother dear, would you yield up your house,
And you your father’s heir!’

20
Out then spake the little babe,
Stood at the nurse’s knee;
‘O mither dear, yield up your house!
The reik will worry me.’

21
Out then speaks the little nurse,
The babe upon her knee;
‘O lady, take from me your child!
I’ll never crave my fee.’

22
‘Hold thy tongue, thou little nurse,
Of thy prating let me bee;
For be it death or be it life,
Thou shall take share with me.

23
‘I wald give a’ my sheep,’ she says,
‘T[hat] . . yon . . s[ha],
I had a drink of that wan water
That runs down by my wa.’

2^1. hall there.

2^4. _An illegible word ending seemingly in_ hie.

3^1. this lord and I _begins the second line_.

3^3. has good: has _caught from the line above_.

3^4. shall _altered to_ she’ll; _but_ she shall _is clearly
meant_.

7^4, 11^4, 15^4, 16^3, 21^1. y^e.

14^1. would: wald, _perhaps_.

16^2. valuue, _or_, valaue, _or_, valuae.

16^3. _A preposition seems to be wanting._ Hall _here and in_ 15^3
_is troublesome. Perhaps the reading should be in_ 15^3 _that
all, in_ 16^3 that through all.

23^2. _The paper is folded here, and the line has been so much
rubbed as to be illegible._

“An old ballad upon the burning of an old castle of Loudoun by the Kennedys of Auchruglan.” Bruce Campbell.

181. The Bonny Earl of Murray.

P. 447. Add to the citation from Spottiswood: History of the Church of Scotland, 1655, p. 387.

182. The Laird o Logie.

P. 449. #A# was first published in the second edition of Scott’s Minstrelsy, 1803, I, 243.

#B# was repeated in the first edition of Scott’s Minstrelsy, I, 220, 1802, ‘The Laird of Ochiltree.’

452. The following is the original, unimproved copy of #A#. There is a transcript of this, in William Laidlaw’s hand, “Scotch Ballads,” etc., No 23, which is somewhat retouched, but by no means with the freedom exercised by the editor of the Minstrelsy. Some of Laidlaw’s changes were adopted by Scott.

* * * * *

A

‘The Laird of Logie,’ “Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 3 a, Abbotsford. Sent Scott September 11, 1802, by William Laidlaw; received by him from Mr Bartram of Biggar.

1
I will sing, if ye will harken,
An ye wad listen unto me;
I’ll tell ye of a merry passage
Of the wanton laird of Young Logie.

2
Young Logie’s laid in Edin_borough_ chapel,
Carmichaell’s keeper of the key;
I heard a may lamenting sair,
All for the laird of Young Logie.

3
‘Lament, lament na, May Margret,
And o your weeping let me be;
For ye maun to the king y_ou_r sell,
And ask the life of Young Logie.’

4
May Margaret has kilted her green cleeding,
And she’s currld back her yellow hair,
And she’s away to the king hersell,
And adieu to Scotland for ever mair!

5
When she came before the king,
She fell low down on her knee:
‘It’s what’s your will wi me, May Margret,
And what makes all this courtesey?’
‘Naething, naething, my sovreign liege,
But grant me the life of Young Logie.’

6
‘O no, O no, May Margret,
No, in sooth it maun na be;
For the morn, or I taste meat or drink,
Hee hanged shall Young Logie be.’

7
She has stolen the king’s reeding-comb,
But an the queen her wedding-knife,
And she has sent it to Carmichaell,
To cause Young Logie come by life.

8
She sent him a purse of the red gold,
Another of the white money,
And sent him a pistol into each hand,
And bade him shoot when he got fra.

9
When he came to the Tolbooth stair,
There he loot his volley flee,
Wh_ich_ made the king in his chamber start,
Even in the chamber where he lay.

10
‘Gae out, gae out, my merrie men,
And gar Carmichael come speake wi me,
For I’ll lay my life the pledge of that,
That yon’s the volley of Young Logie.’

11
When Carmichael came before the king,
He fell low down on his knee;
The very first word that the king spake,
‘How dois the laird o Young Logie?’

12
Carmichael turnd him round about,
A wait the salt tear blint his eye:
‘There came a tacken frae the king
Has tean the laird awa frae me.’

13
‘Hast thou playd me that, Carmichael?
Hast thou playd me that?’ quo he;
‘The morn the Justice Court’s to stand,
And Logie’s place ye maun supply.’

14
Carmichal’s awa to May Margr[e]t’s bower,
Een as fast as he may dree:
‘It’s if Young Logie be within,
Tell him to come speak to me.’

15
May Margret’s turnd her round about,
A wait a loud laughter gae she:
‘The egg is cheeped and the bird is flown,
And seek ye the laird of Young Logie.’

16
The one is sheppd at the pier o Leith,
The other at the Queen’s Ferry,
And she has gotten a father to her bairn,
The wanton laird of Young [Logie].

4^2. yer _for_ her.

6^4. Yea _for_ Hee. Hie _in Laidlaw’s transcript. Taking into
account the apparent_ yer _for_ her _in 4^2, it looks as if_
hea, _her were intended._

8^4. free?

12^2. blint _may be_ blent.

453. #B.# ‘The Winsome Laird of Young Logie,’ “Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 137 a, “sung by Lady A. Lindsay,” closely resembles Herd’s version, but in one passage approaches #C#, and Young Logie displaces Ochiltrie. This copy will be treated as #B b#.

* * * * *

#b.#

1^1. O _wanting_.

1^2. To the tale I tell.

1^8. How the.

1^4. The winsom laird of Young Logie.

2^1. Whan the queen did hear the same.

2^8. Alas for poor Lady Margaret.

3^2, 8^2. as _wanting_.

3^4. Or never kend.

4^1. Fye, oh no, said: that maunna be _wanting_.

4^2. Fy, O no, thus (_partly altered to_ this).

4^3. find out some cunning way.

4^4. To loose and let Young Logie free.

_Between 5^2 and 5^3_:
The king he’s risen and taen her up,
Says, What means a’ this curtesy. (_As_ 5^{3,4}.)

When you took me to be your queen,
You promisd me favours twa or three. (_As_ 6^{1,2}.)[152]

5^{3,4}:
The first ane that I ask of yow
Is to loose and let Young Logie free. (_As_ 6^{3,4}.)

6^1. O _wanting_: of me.

6^2. would hae granted.

6^4, 7^4. Winna save.

7^1. queen than she came.

7^2. And she came down.

8^{3–4}:
I wish that I had neer been born,
Or never kend Young Logie’s name. (_As in_ 3.)

9^1. Fye, oh no, said.

9^2. Fye, O no, this maun ne.

9^3. I ‘ll find out some other.

9^4. To save the life o.

10^1. she triped.

11^1. She gae to.

11^3. And twa.

11^4. And bade him shoot as he gaed by.

12^1. And _wanting_.

12^3. O peace: our gudely.

13^1. O _wanting_.

14^1. Gae bring to.

14^2. Gae bring them.

14^3. Before the: by ten.

14^4. they each ane.

15. _Wanting._

16^1. Fye, O no, said.

16^2. Fye, O no, this maun ne.

16^3. hang at a’.

17^1. Lady Marg took shiping.

17^2. Young Logie at.

17^8. the lass: her lad. Tune of Logan Water.

183. Willie Macintosh.

P. 456. The account in ‘The History of the Feuds’ is taken from Sir Robert Gordon’s History of Sutherland, p. 217.

Jamieson, writing to Scott, in November, 1804, says: “I have heard a scrap of the rude ballad on the burning of Achindoun, ‘Bonny Willie Mackintosh—You’ve tint a feather frae your cap—By the day dawing,’ etc., or something of this kind, from the Rev^d John Grant of Elgin. The Duchess of Gordon applied to him about it some years ago, but he could never recover it.” (Letters addressed to Sir W. Scott, I, No 117, Abbotsford.)

186. Kinmont Willie.

P. 470 b, at the end of the first paragraph. Strike out 1639. Spottiswood’s account begins at the same page, 413, in the edition of 1655.

188. Archie o Cawfield.

P. 484. #B b# was first printed in the second edition of the Minstrelsy, 1803, I, 195.

The following is the copy from which Scott derived the stanzas introduced into this later edition of the ballad. It will be observed that ‘luve of Teviotdale’ is the reading of 4^2, and not a correction of Scott’s, as suggested at 486 b.

‘Archie o Ca’field, Variations,’ “Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 90, Abbotsford; in the handwriting of John Leyden.

1
The one unto the other did say,
‘Blythe and merry how can we be,
When the night is billie Archie’s lyke-wake,
The morn the day that he maun die?’

2
‘An ye wad be blythe an ye wad be sad,
What better wad billie Archie be,
Unless I had thirty men to mysell,
And a’ to ride in our companie?

3
‘Ten to had the horses’ heads,
And other ten to walk alee,
And ten to break up the strang prisoun
Where billie Archie he does lie.’

4
Up bespak him mettled John Hall,
The luve o Teviotdale ay was he;
‘An I had eleven men to mysell,
It’s ay the twalt man I wad be.’

5
Up bespak him coarse Ca’field,
I wat and little gude worth was he;
‘Thirty men is few enow,
And a’ to ride in our cumpanie.’

6
Then a’ the night thae twal men rade,
And ay untill they were a’ wearie,
Till they came to the strang prisoun
Where billie Archie he did lie.

7
‘Sleeps thou, wakes thou, billie?’ he said,
‘Or did ye hear whan I did cry?
The night it is your lyke-wake night,
The morn it is your day to die.’

8
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
‘Work ye within and I without,
And soon a loose man shall you be.’

9
Dickie pu’d the prisoner on o his back,
And down the stair cam merrilie;
‘Now by my sooth,’ quo mettled John Hall,
‘Ye may let a leg o him lean to me.’

10
‘I have my billie upon my back,
I count him lighter than a flee;
Gin I were at my little black mare,
At Ca’field soon I trust to be.’

11
Then a’ the night these twelve men rade,
And aye untill they were a’ wearie,
Untill they came to the wan water,
And it was gawn like ony see.

12
‘There lives a smith on the water-side,
Sae has he done thirty years and three:
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .

13
‘O I have a crown in my pocket,
And I’ll give it every groat to thee
. . . . . . .
Gin thou shoe my little black mare for me.’

14
‘The night is mirk, and vera pit-mirk,
And wi candle-light I canna weel see;
The night it is mirk, and vera pit-mirk,
And there’ll never a nail ca right for me.’

15
‘Shame fa you and your trade baith,
Canna beet a gude fallow by your mysterie!
But lees me on thee, my little black mare,
Thou’s worth thy weight o gowd to me.’

16
Then thay lay down to take a sleep,
But ay’ on fit stood noble Dickie,
And he’s looked oer his left shoulder,
And a’ to see what he could see.

17
‘Get up, get up, ye drowsy sleepers!
Ye dinna see what I do see;
For yonder comes the land-lieutenant,
Two hunder men in his cumpanie.

18
‘This night an they lay hands on us,
This night, as I think weel it will be,
This night sall be our lyke-wake night,
The morn like as mony dogs we’ll die.’

19
‘My mare is young, and vera young,
And in o the weel she will drown me;’
‘But ye’ll take mine, and I’ll take thine,
And soon thro the water we sall be.’

20
Then up bespak him coarse Ca’field,
I wate and little gude worth was he;
‘We had better lose ane than lose a’ the lave,
We’ll leave the prisoner, we’ll gae free.’

21
‘Shame fa you and your lands baith,
Wad ye een your lands to your born billie?
But hey! bear up, my little black mare,
And yet thro the water we sall be.’

* * * * * *

22
‘Come thro, come thro now,’ Dickie he said,
‘Come thro, come thro and drink wi me;
There’s no be a Saturday in a’ the year
But changed sall your garments be.

* * * * * *

23
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
While a bit o your iron hads thegether,
Barefit sall she never be.’

12^1. _Var._ other side o the water.

12, 13 _are written as one stanza_.

VOL. IV.

190. Jamie Telfer of the Fair Dodhead.

P. 4 a. James Hogg, writing to Scott, June 30, [1802?] says: “I am surprised to find that the songs in your collection differ so widely from my mother’s.... ‘Jamie Telfer’ differs in many particulars.” (Letters, I, No. 44.) Scott’s remarks should have been cited from the edition of 1802, I, 91.

5. Mr Andrew Lang has obligingly called my attention to difficulties which attend the assumption that the Dodhead of the ballad is the place of that name in Selkirkshire. Jamie Telfer, st. 7, runs ten miles between Dodhead and Stobs, and this is far enough if help is to be timely; but he would have to run thirty if his Dodhead were in Selkirkshire. With succor not nearer than that, Telfer would soon have been harried out of existence. The distances are too great both for the English and the Scots. But there is a Dod south of the Teviot, not far from Skelfhill, which is some seven miles only from Stobs. (Dodhead is not entered here on the Ordnance map, “but Dodburn is just under Dodrig, and where there is a Dodburn there is ‘tied’ to be a Dodhead in this country.”) Turning from Stobs to Teviot, Telfer would come in due order to Coltherdscleugh, Branxholm, and Borthwick Water, without the loss of time which he would, on the other supposition, incur in passing and returning. (See a note, by Mr Lang, in Mrs G. R. Tomson’s Ballads of the North Countrie, 1888, p. 435.)

Several other matters are not quite clear. Catslockhill, for instance, seems to be misplaced. Mr Lang, a native of Ettrick valley, knows of no Catslack but that in Yarrow. Of this, Mr T. Craig-Brown (Selkirkshire, I, 21), who accepts Scott’s Dodhead, says, “A long ride, if Catslack is in Yarrow.”

191. Hughie Grame.

P. 8. #C.# Substitute for Scott’s Minstrelsy, etc., “Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 87, Abbotsford. Add: #H.# ‘Hughie Grame,’ “Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 4. #I#. ‘Hughie Graeme,’ Wilkie’s MS., in “Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 36.

P. 10 ff. For #C# substitute this, the original copy, as procured for Scott by William Laidlaw.

“Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 87, Abbotsford; in the handwriting of William Laidlaw. “From Robert Laidlaw.”

1
Gude Lord Scroop’s to the huntin gane;
He’s ridden oer monie a moss an muir,
An he has grippit Hughie the Græme,
For stealin o the bishop’s mare.

2
An they hae grippit Hughie the Græme,
An brought him up thro Carlisle town;
The lasses an lads they stood by the wa’s,
Cryin, Hughie the Græme, thou’s no gae
down!

3
They ha chosen a jury o men,
The best that were i Coventry,
An fifteen o them out a’ at anse,
‘Hughie the Græme, thou art guiltie.’

4
Than up bespak him gude Lord Hume,
As he sat at the judge’s knee;
‘Twentie white ousen, my gude lord,
If ye’ll grant Hughie the Græme to me.’

5
‘O no, no, no, my gude Lord Hume,
For sooth an so it mauna be;
For war there but twae Græms o the name,
They sould be hangit a’ for me.’

6
’Twas up than spak her gude Lady Hume,
As she sat by the judge’s knee;
‘A peck o white pennies, my gude lord,
If ye’ll grant Hughie the Græme to me.’

7
‘O no, O no, my gude Lady Hume,
For sooth an so it sal na be;
For war there but twae Greames of the name,
They soud be hangit a’ for me.’

8
‘If I be guilty,’ said Hughie the Graeme,
‘Of me my friends sal hae nae lack;’
An he has luppen fifteen feet an three,
An his hands they war tyed ahint his back.

9
He’s lookit oer his left shouther,
To see what he coud see,
An there he saw his auld father commin,
An he was weepin bitterlie.

10
‘O had yer tongue, my father,’ he says,
‘An see that ye dinna weep for me,
For they may ravish me o my life,
But they canna banish me thrae the heavens
hie.

11
‘Fare ye weel, Maggie, my wife;
The last time I came oer the muir,
It was you berievt me o my life,
An wi the bishop playd the w[hore].’

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