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King Orfeo
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There was a King lived in the East,
Green the wood grows early;
Who loved a lady in the West,
Where the hart runs yearly.
This king he to the West did ride,
Green the...
And he brought home a comely bride.
Where the hart...
This king is to the hunting gone,
He left his lady all alone.
"Oh, I wish ye'd never gone away,
For your hall is filled with woe today.
The king o' Faerie with his dart,
Has pierced your lady to the heart."
The King then called his nobles all,
To guard her corpse within the hall,
But when the lords all fell asleep,
Her corpse out of the house did sweep.
The king is to the wildwood gone,
Till he with hair was overgrown.
When he had sat for seven years,
A company to him drew near.
Some did ride and some did run,
He spied his lady them among.
There stood a hall upon a hil,l
When they entered, all was still.
And after them the king has gone,
But when he came, t'was a grey stone.
Then he took out his pipes to play,
For his poor heart did pine away.
And first he played the notes o' noy,
And then he played the notes' o' joy.
And then he played a merry reel,
That might have made a sick heart heal.
There came a boy out of the hall,
"Ye're bidden come in among us all."
The king did enter in the hall,
And he went in among them all.
The king of faerie then did say,
"What shall we give thee for thy play?"
"For my play I will thee tell
I'll have my lady Isabel."
"Thy sister's son, unworthy thing,
Tomorrow shall be crowned king.
"Ye take your lady and go home,
And ye shall be king o'er all your own."
He took his lady and went home,
And now he's king o'er all his own.
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The Two Sisters
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Two sisters lived in yonder glen,
Minorie O Minorie;
One man came a-wooing both of them,
By the bonnie mill dams of Minorie.
He courted the eldest with glove and ring,
But he loved the youngest above all things.
He courted the eldest with all his land,
But he courted the youngest with his right hand.
Upon a morning fair and clear,
The eldest came to her sister dear.
Sister will ye go to the broom?
To hear the blackbirds change their tune.
They walked up and down in the broom,
And thrice the blackbirds changed their tune.
She took her by the lily hand,
And led her down to the river strand.
She took her by the middle small,
And dashed her bonnie back to the jaw
In the deep mill dams o' Minorie
She swam up and she swam down,
Until she came to her sister again.
Sister, sister reach your hand,
Ye shall be heir of half my land.
Sister, I'll not reach my hand,
But I shall be heir of all your land.
Sister, reach me but your glove,
And Sweet William shall be your love.
Sister I'll not reach my glove,
Sweet William shall be my love.
The miller's daughter came to the dam,
For water to wash her father's hands.
Father, father fish ye the dam,
There's either a mermaid or a swan.
Has drowned in the dams o' Minorie.
The miller hasted to draw his dam,
And there he found a drowned woman.
And all among her yellow hair,
A string of pearls was twisted rare.
There's many saw her drawn from the pool,
As many more came to her burial.
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The Battle of Harlaw
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As I cam in by Dunidier
And in by Netherha'
I saw six thousand lowlanders
A-marching to Harlaw
refrain: Wi' my durrim do, durrim do, daddie durrim day
As I cam on and father on
Till I cam to Balquhain;
It's there I met Sir James the Rose
And with him was John Graeme.
"Oh cam ye from the Highlands, man,
And did ye cam that way
And did ye see MacDonell and his men
As they marched from Skye?"
"Oh yes I from the Highlands cam'
And I did come that way
And I did see MacDonnell and his men
As they marched from Skye"
"Oh was ye near MacDonnell's men?
Did ye their numbers see?
Can ye tell us, my trusty friend
What might their numbers be?"
"Oh I was near MacDonnell's men,
And I their numbers saw
There were nine thousand Highlandmen
A-marching to Harlaw"
"If this be true," says James the Rose
"There will be hundreds dead
We'd best cry in our merry men
And turn our horses' heads"
"Oh no, oh no" says John the Graeme
"That thing can never be
The gallant Graemes was never cowards
That would from battle flee"
So they went on and tarther on
Till they cam to Harlaw
The strokes fell fast on every side
Such fun you never saw
The Highlandmen with their long swords
They fell on them full sore
And they beat back the Lowlanders
Two acres breadth and more
Lord Forbes to his brother said
"Oh brother, don't ye see
How they beat us back on every side
And we'll be forced to flee
"Oh no, oh no my brother
Such a thing can never be
Ye'll take your good sword in your hand
And ye'll go in with me"
Now back to back, the brothers bold
They went among the throng
And they hewed down the Highlandmen
With heavy swords and long
Lord Forbes, he being young and stout
Made the Highlandmen to yield
As a scythe doth the green grass
That grows upon the field.
MacDonell, he being young and stout
Put on his coat of mail;
And he has gone out through the ranks
To fight Lord Forbes himself.
The first blow that Forbes struck
Did make MacDonell reel;
The next blow that Forbes struck
The proud MacDonell fell.
What a cry among the Highlandmen
When they saw their leader fall;
They lifted him and buried him
A long mile from Harlaw.
This battle began on Monday
With the rising of the sun
By nightfall on Saturday
Ye scarce could tell who'd won
And there was such a burial
The like ye never saw
As there was upon the Sabbath day
In the hollow beneath Harlaw
If anyone should ask ye
O' them ye marched away
Ye may tell their wives and babies,
They're sleeping in the clay.
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Eppie Morrie
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Willie and his Highlandmen
Came from the Carron side;
To steal away Eppie Morrie
For she wouldn't be his bride.
Out did come her mother then,
It was a moonlit night;
She couldn't see her daughter
For their swords did shine so bright.
"Hands off of me, Willie
Hands off of me!
There's but one man in all Strathdon
Shall wedded be with me."
They've taken Eppie Morrie then
On horseback bound her on;
And then they rode to the minister's house
As fast as horse could run.
And Willie took a pistol out
And set it to the minister's breast;
"It's marry me, marry me minister
Or else I'll be your priest."
"Hands off of me, Willie
Hands off of me!
There's but one man in all Strathdon
Shall wedded be with me."
"Hands off of me, Willie,
Hands off of me!
It's I've no right to marry you
Except she's willing as thee."
They've taken Eppie Morrie
Since a wedding couldn't be,
And they rode over Carron side
As fast as horse could flee.
Then mass was sung and bells were rung
And all were bound for bed;
And Willie and Eppie Morrie
To one bed they were led.
He took his shirt from off his back,
His hat from off his head;
He threw away the chamber key,
Stood naked by the bed.
"Hands off of me, Willie,
Hands off of me!
Before I lose my maidenhead
I'll try my strength with thee."
He kissed her on the lily breast
And pinned her shoulders down,
But still she fought and still she spat
And turned her back around.
"Hands off of me, Willie,
Hands off of me,
Before I lose my maidenhead
I'll fight with you till day."
All through the night they wrestled
Till the moon was o'er the hill;
And Willie fought and Willie spat
But he couldn't have his will.
It was early in the morning
With the rising of the sun;
In came the maid with the good red wine
And Eppie's shirt and gown.
"Get up, get up young woman
And drink the wine with me."
"You might have called me maiden
For I'm still the same as thee."
"Too bad for you, Willie,
If you couldn't prove a man;
And taken the lassie's maidenhead
She would've had your hand."
"Hands off of me, lady
Hands off of me.
There's but one man in all Strathdon
Shall wedded be with me."
Then in did burst young John Forsyth
With four and twenty men;
Says "Let the lady go, Willie
Or you'll never rise again."
"Go, get to me my horse, Willie,
Get it like a man;
And send me back to my mother
A maiden as I cam."
"The sun shines o'er the Western Hills
By the lamplight of the moon;
Go saddle your horse, young John Forsyth
And whistle, and I'll come soon."
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Jeannie o' Bethelnie
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There were six and six horsemen, rode through Banchory fair,
And bonnie Glenlogie was the flower that was there.
There were nine and nine nobles sat at the King's hall,
Bonnie Glenlogie was the flower of them all.
And the young lady Jeannie, so good and so fair,
She fancied Glenlogie above all that were there.
She called on his footman as he passed her side,
"Oh, who is your master, and where does he bide?"
"They call him Glenlogie when he is from home,
He's of the noble Gordons, and his name is Lord John."
"Glenlogie, Glenlogie, I'll tell you my mind;
I've lain my love on you, and I trust you'll prove kind."
He turned him round lightly, as the Gordons do all,
Says, "I thank you, fair lady, but your fortune's too small."
She called on her maidens her bed for to make,
And the rings on her fingers, all from her to take.
"Glenlogie, Glenlogie, Glenlogie," she cried,
"If I can't get Glenlogie, for him I will die."
And it's in came her father, his face lined with care;
"What ails you, my Jeannie, that you're lying there?"
"It's his bonny body and his black rolling eye,
If I can't get Glenlogie, for him I will die."
"Oh hold your tongue, daughter, if he cares not for thee,
I'll lead ye to Drumfindlay, he has more gold than he."
"No hold your tongue, father, and let me alone,
If I can't get Glenlogie, then I will have none."
Her father's old chaplain was a man of great skill;
He wrote a broad letter, and he penned it well.
"Who's a match for ye, Logie, now since it is so,
There's a maid's love laid on ye, must she die in her woe?
"Who's a match for ye, Logie, so haughty and high;
And it's all for your sake a young woman should die?"
When Glenlogie got the letter, he was among men,
He gave a light laugh, says "oh, what does this mean?"
When he finished the letter, the tear dimmed his eye,
"What a pity for my sake young Jeannie should die.
"Go saddle my grey horse, go saddle the brown,
Jeannie Melville o' Bethelnie may be dead e'er I come."
Before they were saddled, the brown and the grey,
Glenlogie was running three miles upon his way.
When he came to Bethelnie, there was nobody there,
But one bonnie lassie, she was combin her hair.
He said, "Bonnie lassie, take me by the hand,
And lead me to the chamber Jeannie Melville lies in."
And pale and wan was she, when Glenlogie came in,
But red and rosy grew she, when she knew it was him.
"Oh, where's your pain, lady, does it lie in your head,
The pain ye lie under, does it lie in your side?"
"Oh no no Glenlogie, ye're far from the part,
For the pain I lie under is all in my heart."
"Then cheer up, my Jeannie, turn ye from the wall,
I've lain my love on ye, the flower of them all. "
Now Jeannie's got married, and her fortune down told
Bonnie Jeannie o' Bethelnie was scarce sixteen years old.
O Bethelnie, o Bethelnie, it shines where it stands,
And the heather bells round it shine over Fyvie's lands.
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Hughie Grime
05:57
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Good Lord Scroope's to the hunting gone,
And he has ridden o'er moss and moor;
All for to take bold Hughie Grime,
For stealing the Bishop of Carlisle's mare.
"Turn, turn, thou traitor thief!
Turn and yield thyself unto me,
For thou hast stolen the Lord Bishop's mare,
And now thou thinkest away to flee."
"My good Lord Scroope, good day to thee;
Here hangs a broadsword by my side,
And if thou canst but conquer me,
The matter it may soon be tried."
"I'm not afraid of a traitor thief,
Although thy name be Hughie Grime;
I'll make thee repent thee of thy deeds
If God but grant me life and time."
But as they dealt their blows so free,
And both so bloody at that time;
Over the moss came ten yeomen so tall,
And they have gripped bold Hughie Grime.
And they have bound up Hughie Grime
And led him in through Carlisle town;
The lads and lasses stood on the walls
Crying, "Hughie Graeme, ye'll never go down."
And they have chosen a jury of men,
The best that were in Carlisle town;
And twelve of them did speak as one,
Saying, "Hughie Grime, ye must go down."
But up and spoke the good Lord Boles,
Was sitting at the judge's knee;
"Twenty white oxen, my good lord,
If ye'll let Hughie Grime go free."
"Oh no, oh no, the Bishop said,
And ye'll let all this pleading be;
Though there were but three Grimes of the name,
He should be hanged high for me."
Then up and spoke the good Lady Ward,
As she sat on the bench so high;
"A peck of white pennies, my good lord judge,
If ye'll let Hughie Grime go free.
And if it be not full enough,
I'll stroke it up with my silver fan;
And if it be not full enough,
I'll heap it up with my own hand."
"Oh no, oh no, my good Lady Ward,
And ye'll let all thy speeches be;
Though there were but one Grime of the name,
It's for my honor he would die."
Hughie Grime's condemned to die,
Though of his friends there was no lack;
Then he jumped fourteen feet and three
With his hands bound fast behind his back.
And he looked over his left shoulder,
It was to see what he could see;
And there he spied his old mother,
Weeping and wailing, "Oh, woe is me."
"Peace, peace, now mother dear,
And see that ye don't weep for me;
Thy weeping's sorer on my heart
Than all that they can do to me."
Then he looked over his right shoulder,
It was to see what he might see;
And there he spied his old father,
Come tearing his hair most piteously.
"Peace, peace now, father dear,
And see that ye don't mourn for me;
Though they may ravish me of my life,
They cannot banish me from heaven high.
"Remember me to Maggie my wife,
The next time ye cross oe'r the moor;
T'was she bereaved me of my life,
And with the Bishop, she played the whore.
"I leave my brother John the sword,
That's pointed with the metal clear;
And bid him come at 8 of the clock
And see me pay for the Bishop's mare."
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7. |
Kinmont Willie
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O haven't ye heard of the keen Lord Scroope?
And of his man, the false Sakelde?
How they have taken bold Kinmont Willie
Just as a day of truce was held?
Behind his back, his hands were bound
Beneath his steed, his legs they tied
They guarded him, ten mounted men,
To bring him to the English side.
They led him through the Liddell ford
They led him through the Carlisle sands;
They led him in to Carlisle castle
To be at the keen Lord Scroope's commands.
"My hands are tied, but my tongue is free
and who will dare this deed avow?
or answer by the border law?
Or answer to the bold Buccleuch?"
"Now hold thy tongue, thou rank robber,
There's never a Scot shall set ye free
When next ye cross my castle gate
Ye'll go to hang on Haribee"
Now word is gone to the bold Buccleuch
The keeper on the Scottish side
How they have taken bold Kinmont Willie
Against the truce of border tide
He slammed the table with his hand
He made the red wine spring on high
"I'll be avenged on Lord Scroope
Kinmont Willie shall go free"
He gathered forty marchmen bold
All kinsmen to the bold Buccleuch
With spur at heel, with plate on shoulder,
Gloves of green, and feathers blue
There were five and five before them all
With hunting horns and bugles bright
And five and five came with Buccleuch
Like Warden's men, arrayed for fight
And five and five like a mason's gang
That carried ladders long and high
And five and five were outlawed men
And so they reached the Woodhouselee.
And as we crossed the bateable land
When to the English side we held
The first of men that we should meet
Who should it be but the false Sakelde?
"Where are ye bound, ye hunters keen?
Cried out Sakelde, "come tell to me"
"We go to hunt an English stag
That's trespassed on the Scots country"
"Where are ye bound, ye marshal-men?"
Then cried Sakelde, "come tell me true!"
"We go to catch a rank robber
That's broken faith with the bold Buccleuch."
"Where are ye bound, ye mason lads
With all your ladders, long and high?"
"We go to rob a raven's nest
That sits not far from Woodhouselee.
"Where are ye bound, ye rough outlaws"
Cried out Sakelde, "come tell me true"
Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band
Though he'd had never a day at school.
"Why trespass ye on the English side?
Ye rank and rough-shod outlaw, stand!"
The never a word had Dickie to say
But through Sakelde he thrust his lance
Then on we held for Carlisle town
at Stony Bank the Eden we crossed
The river racing in full flood,
But not one horse or man was lost
And when we reached the other side
The wind was rising loud and high
Buccleuch said to leave our steeds
For fear that they should stamp and neigh.
And when we left the Stony Bank
The wind was rising to a squall
In frost and wet, and fire and sleet
we came beneath the castle wall
We crept along, we held our breath
We set the ladders against the wall
And ready was Buccleuch himself
To mount the first before us all
He took the watchman by the throat
Upon the roof he tied him down
"were there not peace between our lands
I would have flung ye to the ground."
Then speedily we went to work
And raised the slogan one and all
And cut a hole though a sheet of lead
And climbed down in the castle hall
Then locks and bolts and chains we broke
We made the bars bang merrily
Until we came to the inner prison
Where they had fettered Kinmont Willie.
And when we came to the prison cell
Where Will of Kinmont he did lie
"O sleep or wake ye, Kinmont Willie
Upon the day that you're to die?"
"O I sleep soft, and I wake oft
It's long since sleep was fled from me
Give my service back to my wife and sons
And all good souls that ask for me"
Then Red Rowan broke the door,
The starkest man in Teviotdale
He drew his chains out from the stone
And carried Willie from the jail.
"Now sound out bugles," cried Buccleuch
"To signal the lads that Willie is free"
And when Scroope heard their bugles blow,
He cried, "Who sounds this reveille?"
"Farewell, farewell, my good Lord Scroope
"My thanks for the lodging," Willie he cried
"I'll settle up the bill with you
When next we meet on the border side"
Then shoulder high, with shout and cry
We bore him down the ladder long
And very stride Red Rowan took
Made Willle's heavy irons clang
We scarce had reached our steeds again
When Carlisle's bells rang out for troops
A thousand men by horse and foot
Came along with the keen Lord Scroope.
Buccleuch turned to Eden Water,
And he plunged in with all his band
The river raced from bank to brim
And still we swam to fair Scotland
Lord Scroope cried, "he is a devil from hell
Or his mother's a witch, as you can see,
I wouldn't have ridden that white water
For all the gold in Christendie"
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Telfer's Cows
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Clark Colven
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Clark Colven and his lady gay
Were walking to yon garden green;
The belt about her slender waist
Had cost Clark Colven pounds fifteen.
"O listen well now, Clark Colven,
O listen well what I do say;
When ye go to the wall of stream
Don't ye go near the pretty maid."
"Never fear, my lady fair,
No need to take such care of me;
I never saw a woman in all my life
That I could love as well as thee."
He mounted on his berry-brown steed,
And merry, merry rode he on;
Until he came to the wall of stream
And there he spied the mermaiden.
"Wash on, wash on, ye pretty maid,
That wash so clean your shift of silk";
"It's all for you my gentle knight,
My skin is whiter than the milk."
He took her by the milk-white hand,
He took her by the sleeve so green;
And he forgot his lady fair,
And he went with the mermaiden.
"Alas, alas!" cries Clark Colven,
"And why so sorely aches my head?"
"Perhaps you've lain with a lady fair,
Since last you saw your mermaiden."
"But ye'll take out your little pen-knife,
And from my shift come cut a strip,
And tie it round your lovely head,
And then the pain will ease its grip."
And he took out his little pen-knife,
And from her shift he cut a strip;
She tied it round and round his head
And yet the pain increased its grip.
"Alas, alas!" cries Clark Colven,
"It's sore and sorer aches my head!"
"And sorer sorer ever will,"
The maiden cries," till ye be dead!"
Then he took out his trusty blade
And sought to stab her where she stood;
But there she turned into a fish,
And merrily sprang into the flood.
He mounted on his berry brown steed
And gloomy, gloomy rode he home;
And heavily, heavily lighted he down,
When he came to his lady's door.
"Oh, mother, mother make my bed,
Oh gentle lady, lay me down;
O brother, brother, unbend my bow,
I'll never bend a bow again."
Clark Colven's mother made his bed,
His gentle lady laid him down;
His brother, he unbent his bow,
It never was bent by him again.
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10. |
A Shake in the Basket
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A fair young maid went up the street
Some sweetmeats for to buy;
And a young clerk fell in love with her
And followed her on the sly.
"O, where live ye, my bonnie lass?
i pray ye tell to me;
and though the night were never so dark
i'd come and visit thee!"
"My father locks the door at night
And my mother keeps the key;
And though the night were ever so dark
You couldn't get in to me."
This clerk he had a true brother,
And a good square-wright was he;
And he has made a long ladder
With thirty steps and three.
He made a basket and a hook
With a long rope and a pin;
He's away to the chimney top
To lower the young clerk in.
The old wife, she lay wide awake
Though late late was the hour;
"I'll lay my life," said the silly old wife,
"There's a man in our daughter's bower!"
The old man he went down the stairs
To see if it were true;
She took the young clerk in her arms
In under the coverlet blue.
"O, what are you doing my daughter dear?
O, what are you doing my doo?"
"I'm prayin' on the bible here
For my dear old mother and you."
"O wife, O wife, you silly old wife,
Cursed may you be!
She's got the bible in her arms
And she's praying for you and me."
The old wife lying wide awake
Heard something that was said
"I'll lay my life," said the silly old wife
"There's a man in our daughter's bed"
"Get up, get up, my good old man
And see if it be true."
"Get up yourself, you silly old woman
And may the devil take you."
The old wife she went down the stairs
To see if it be true;
But she slipped on the rope and reeled about
And into the basket she flew.
The man that was at the chimney-top
Finding the basket full;
He wrapped the rope his shoulder round
And swiftly he did pull.
"Get up, get up, my good old man
O help me, husband do;
For you wished me to the devil
And I fear he's got me now."
"Oh if the foul fiend's got you now
I hope he'll hold you fast,
For between you and your pious daughter
I haven't had a wink of rest."
The man at the top he gave a cry
Then he let the basket fall;
While every rib in the old wife's side
Went nick-nack on the wall.
Here's to all a fond farewell,
And a health to the lovers true;
And may every old wife that wakes in the night
Get a shake in the basket too.
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11. |
The Beggarman
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A beggarman cam o'er yon lea
With many a "good day" and "good even to thee."
Says, "Good wife, for your courtesy
Will ye lodge a beggarman?"
The night was cold, the man was wet
And down beside the fire he sat
And he cast his meal pack off his back
And merrily ranted and sang
"O," says the daughter, "were I as white
As ever the snow lay on the dike,
It's I would dress me ladylike
And away with you I'd run."
"O," said the beggar, "were ye as black
As ever the crown of my father's hat
Then ye should lie down at my back
And away with you I'd run."
And so the two made up the plot
To rise two hours before the cock
So quietly she shot the lock
And through the fields they ran
When the cock did crow, the old wife rose
And at her leisure, put on her clothes
And straight to the servant's chamber goes
Asking for the beggarman
But when she came where the poor man lay
The straw was cold and he was away
She clapped her hands, cried, "Well-a-day!
Are any of our good things gone?"
Some ran to the coffers, some ran to the chest
But all was there and nothing missed
She danced for joy crying "Praise be the blest,
I've lodged an honest man!"
"Since nothing's gone, that we can learn
There's cows to milk and milk to churn
Get young Peggy up and out to the barn
And bid her come speedily on"
The servant went where the daughter lay
But the sheets were cold and she was away
And straight to the old wife, she did say
"She's away with the beggarman"
"Fie, go ride! Fie, go run!
And haste ye find these traitors again
For she'll be burnt and he'll be slain
The weariful beggarman!"
Some rode on horseback, some ran on foot
The old wife she went out of her wits
They took her hands and bade her sit
And ay, she cursed and banned.
When years had passed, some two or three
A beggarman came o'er you lea
Seeking out for charity,
"Will you lodge a beggarman?"
"I never will lodge a beggar again
I had one daughter and Peggy was her name
But she ran away with a beggarman
I know not where she's gone"
"Old wife, old wife, well how would it be
To see her comin' o'er yon lea
And her with a baby on her knee
And another one comin' on?
"Yonder she's comin', to your bower
In silk and satin, with many's the flower."
She raised up her hands and blessed the hour
That she went with the beggarman.
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The Unquiet Grave
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Cold blows the wind tonight, sweetheart,
And soft fall the drops of rain;
I never had but one sweetheart
In cold clay she is lain.
I'll do as much for my true love
As any a young man may;
I'll sit and mourn at her graveside
For a twelvemonth and a day.
When twelve months and a day had passed,
The ghost began to speak;
"Whose salten tears come tricklin' down
And wet my winding sheet?"
"It's only I, your own true love;
There's just one thing I crave,
That's one kiss from your sweet lips,
Then I'll go from your grave"
"Your breath is sweet as roses, love,
My breath is earthy strong;
If you get one kiss from my clay cold lips,
Your time will not be long.
Go and fetch me water from the desert,
Blood from out of a stone;
Go and bring me milk from a maiden's breast
That young man never has known."
"All down in yonder garden, love
Where you and I did walk;
The fairest flower that ever grew
Is withered to a stalk."
"The stalk is withered and dry, sweetheart
The flower no more we'll see
Go make yourself content, my love
Lament no more for me."
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